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"Annnd five!" I shout triumphantly. I pushed the barbell back into place and laid back, panting. I was drenched in sweat, but felt good. It had only been recently that I had started to workout, wanting to fill my slim frame with more muscle. My friend Chris had been more than kind enough to let me use his home gym in his garage. It was packed to the brim with all the latest workout gear, which must have cost him a fortune. It definitely paid off though, because Chris was an absolute stud. I sat up and began to drink in the hunk that was my friend, working out in the corner doing curls, headphones in his ears.
He had sandy blond hair and tanned skin. His wireframe glasses framed his handsome face nicely, with just a hint of stubble on his jaw and sweat beading his forehead. He wore a thin muscle shirt, his smooth, massive biceps flexing with each curl, glistening with sweat, and his powerful shoulders flexed with effort. My eyes traced down to his thick pecs that peeked out from under the thin piece of fabric. I can easily make out the thick slopes of his slabs of muscle, his nipples straining the fabric. My eyes continued to wander down his flat abs and paused at the bulge that was plainly visible in his whte shorts. Damn what I wouldn't give to be able to suck on his cock, I mused to myself. As My eyes continued to wander down his tree trunk legs, I wrapped up my eye fucking of him and stood up and stretched. I adjusted my bulge and walked over to the mirror, taking a peek at my progress.
I noted my curly black hair, happy with how its been growing out over the past few months, I noted my beard, relatively kempt, and noticed the progress on my arms and my chest. My slim, olive frame had some definition to it, but definitely still a twinky, slim look to myself. I traced my eyes down to my package nicely nestled in the jockstrap I wore, the red band peeking out a bit. I turned and took a look at my ass, the one part of my body I was proud of. I had a great jiggle to it, and I've been bent over many times taking a deep pounding and had many admirers for this bubble butt. I smiled at myself.
"Yo Lain bro I know you've got a fat ass, don't have to remind me!" I turned and saw that Chris had finished his set and was smiling in my direction. I blushed slightly and laughed back.
"Sometimes I just gotta remind ya you know?" I called back, and went back to the bench. I mentally prepared myself for another set and grabbed the bar. My arms felt like jello, and I had a feeling I would need some help.
"Yo Chris, can you give me a spot?" I called out.
"Yea man for sure." He walked over and placed himself at the bead of the bench. My view was amazing enough that I could drool. Chris was standing above me, his big bulge inches from my face. The slopes of his pecs stuck out like mounds, and the sweat on his body was evident. He looked down at me with a smile. "You got this my guy," he said reassuringly. I smiled back and glanced away.
We began the set slowly, his hands barely touching the bar. Up and down, slowly but steady. My eyes were glued to the ceiling, Chris barely contained package in my view. On the last set I struggled, my arms void of any strength, the bar at my chest. I felt Chris knee slightly, and his bulge was on my face, the fabric rubbing against my nose as he helped me push the bar back up. Once it was racked my arms dropped to the side as I panted to catch my breath. I looked up at Chris, expecting him to say something about basically humping my face. But he didn't. He stood there looking powerful, hands on his hips as he looked me in the eye.
"You want it don't you?" he said matter-of-factly. I knew in an instant what he meant, and I swallowed nervously.
"Yes I do, I want it." I replied back. He smirked at me, and bent over, raising the level of the bench as I laid there. When he stood back up, My face was now at level with his cock.
"Lick it," Chris commanded. "Get it nice and wet."
That was all the urging I needed as I stuck my tongue out and lapped at his hidden package. I licked and sucked on the fabric, feeling his dick harden behind the fabric. I used only my mouth and tongue, my eyes closed as I moaned and sucked harder. After a few minutes of soaking his fabric in my spit, Chris stepped back and yanked his shorts and tight boxers down, and stepped forward.
Chris' massive cock flopped onto my face, the head oozing precum. His dick was a solid 8 inches and thick. Thin blonde hairs were buzzed short, and his heavy balls were hairless. He was cut, and marvelled at the veins running down from his head. I stuck out my tongue and lapped at the precum, loving the taste.
"Suck my dick Lain, show me how much you've wanted it." Chris urged. That was all I needed to hear as I took his cock in my right hand and guided it towards my mouth. I took his head into my mouth and sucked gently, eliciting a moan from Chris. I took a few more inches down my throat, feeling his size as it spread my throat open. I licked up and down his shaft, coating it with my split, enjoying every inch of his cock. It tasted clean and musky, and I reveled in the taste. I took his cock out of my mouth and sucked on his big balls, taking them both into my mouth and coating them in spit.
"Fuck youre a atual at this arent you dude, fucking best head Ive had in a long time! But i wanna fuck that pretty mouth of yours!" Chris grabbed my head and pulled it over the edge of the bench, he grabbed both of my wrists, immobilizing me as I looked up at him. My face was and lips were covered in precum and spit, and my mouth was open, waiting for his fat cock. He guided his meat into my waiting mouth and pushed it deeper down my throat. He pushed all the way in till his balls were pushed against my face. I let out a muffled groan, the filling of his thick cock stuffed down my throat was amazing.
"Damn you took that all the way, you really are slut for thick cock aren't you? He grunted out.
