Pound Town (Gym Edition)

Tyrone, a big burly guy at a local gym, always kept his head on a swivel during workouts. He noticed every lunge, squat, pull up, and push up that everyone in his sight did. But there was one guy in particular that he saw three times a week that would always grind his gears.

He didn't know the guys name, nor did he care. All he knew was that this "big mutha f*cka" would workout harder than anyone else.

Now he admittedly admired the consistency and the resilience, but he just couldn't understand why a man that was built so perfectly would want to change his body so much.

One day while in the locker room, Tyrone caught his muse with no shirt on. He marveled over the sweat as it dropped from his n*pples, and the glisten of his ass being engulfed in the incandescent light. It made his meat pulsate and ooze prec*m down his balls. As much as he tried to fight his lust, he eventually let it take over him.

He approached the guy and asked him his name.

"Ron", he replied.

Ty: Okay, that's wussup, Ron. What made you start coming here?"

Ron: "Shit, I mean look at me, man. I'm a big dude. I be getting all tired and shit just walking up two flights of stairs at my job every day lol. I'm tryna get like you, big dog."

Ty: "I appreciate the compliment, but uh...I don't think you need to be here, bro. You look good as is"

Ron: "Um...thanks, big bro, but I'm tryna lose these tiddies. I cant get no bitches with these"

Tyrone in a fit of rage banged his fist on an adjacent wall

Ty: "Nigga F*CK what them hoes talkin 'bout! I do this shit every mf day, so if I say you look good enough, then that's all that matters!"

Ron: "Ayoooo you trippin a little bit, my guy. Back up a little"

Ty: "Nigga-

Before he could say anything else, Tyrone stomped over to his backpack and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. He turned around and walked back over to Ron and dangled it in his face.

Ty: "Look Ron. I'm not playing with you. Either you keep that body, or imma have to use this one you"

Ron: "Nigga is that a bottle of lube?! What type of freak shit you on?! Bro i'm OUTA here"

Ron, still naked, turned to his locker and attempted to get get some clothes on, but was quickly halted by a huge hand grabbing his wrist.

Ty: "So you still think i'm bull shittin, huh? Well imma show you how deadass I am"

With the quickness, Tyrone squeezed the bottle until his hand was lathered in the sticky lubricant. He then proceeded to spread one of Ron's ass cheeks to the side, and rub the lube all around his hole.

Ron attempted to fight back, but felt a tingle run through his body that was making him somewhat docile.

Ron: "Aye n-nigga, get off me. You tripping right now. I'm not into this kinda shit"

Ty: "I'll stop as soon as you say you gonna stop showing up here"

Ron: "Man F*CK you! Imma do what I want"

Ty: "Aight, bet"

Tyrone, with his enormous muscles, turned Ron around and began squeezing and smacking his ass. Every ripple made his dick harder and harder.

Ron tried to fight back, but it was as if his body was moving in slow motion. His breathing got faster and louder after ever smack to his ass, and his knees were starting to give out

When he did manage to turn around, his tiddies were grabbed by Tyrone's lumberjack-like hands and rubbed and squeezed on. Tyrone made sure to even play with his big dark areolas, and sucked them aggressively like a wild animal.

When Ron's body couldn't take it anymore, he fell to the floor, half out of breath. But that didn't stop Tyrone from following him to the floor while he continued to rub all over his body while sucking the milk from his nipples.

Ron: "Gah DAMN, nigga, what type of time you on?! huff huff. Bro you gonna make me nutt all over this floor. Shit feels good as hell!

Ty: slurp "Nigga", slurp "I told yo ass" slurp "That I wasn't playing with you! You can nutt all you want, but I'm not gonna stop until you concede"

Ron only heard half of what Tyrone said. his eyes had rolled back, and his body and complete succumbed to the pleasure.

Over and over he oozed pre-c*m, and shot nutt onto several lockers, but Tyron refused to stop, not matter how close Ron was to losing consciousness. After about 10 mintes of non stop foreplay, Tyrone stopped and flipped Ron's limp body over. He grapped his 10 inch meat and slowly coerced it into Ron's hole.

For the next 10 minutes, Tyrone stroked his meat repeatedly inside Ron. Every time Ron would bust, and his hole would tighten, Tyrone would exhale in pleasure; he absolutely loved the was his hole would get tight and make the strokes feel even better.

Ron, with blurry vision felt electricity run through him with every stroke. His head would bang up against a nearby locker, but he was unphased. He had gotten used to feeling all the fluids lathered over the scenery. From the nutt inside of him, to his own nutt and milk that he shot all over the floors. He was completely sticky all over.

It was finally time for the big climax. Tyrone's knees were starting to give out as he felt a pressure circulate through his meat. He knew what was about to happen, but was unprepared by how good it would feel.

His eyes rolled back and a bit of drool escaped his lips as he yelled out his pleasure. He could could feel his balls emptying themselves out into Ron. And even this couldn't completely stop him from stroking for another 20 seconds until his body finally went limp and he passed out on top on Ron.

They both lay there for a while, huffing and puffing with sweat running down from Tyrone onto his new buddy. After a short time Tyrone got on his knees and Ron tooted his ass in the air almost as if he was expecting another round.

Instead Tyrone asked him one more time, "So we got an agreement or nah?" Cuz I swear I'll do this to you every mf time I see you until you stop showing up. Cuz I'm not with that gay shit, so I wont follow you nowhere, but here? Yea, Imma give you this work every time."

Ron, now smothered by his own tiddies squeezing against his face, said "Sure, boss. You aint gotta worry about seeing my face here again. But you aint have to do me like that big bro"

Ty: "Yea I got a lil carried away, but as long as I got my point across, we good. Anyway uh...you need a personal trainer? I work for hire"

Ron: "bro, but you just said-...sigh...Yea big bro. I'll send you the addy. I think I'll definitely need some more uh...up close and personal lessons."

Ty: "Shiiit, say less. i got you any time"

After that day, the two "worked out" three times a week.

I mean is there a better way to get in shape, after all?