By: Dexter [From Part 1] At the last set of his presses, I was surprised as his hand suddenly brushed my bulge as he placed back the ba...
By: Dexter
[From Part 1]
At the last set of his presses, I was surprised as his hand suddenly brushed my bulge as he placed back the bar to the bench. It was so electrifying that my penis twitched a lot. "You alright, bro?" I asked, smiling, seeing that he really struggled through that last set. "Yeah, super. Thanks, Dex." he answered back, still breathing heavily. "So, what do you want to do next?" I asked, hoping that I can "help" again. He smiled. He then brushed his hand over his chest, nipples, and body to wipe some sweat off. His hand went down to his shorts to adjust his shorts again to contain his own hardening. "Ikaw bro? What do you think?" he answered.
[From Part 1]
I was hard, extremely hard! As he was still lying down on the bench, and me standing behind his head on the bench, I brought my hands slowly down to his sweaty chest. His heart was racing and his breathing was deep. He was tired, but excited, as was I. I looked him in the eye, and he stared back intently. I let my hand explore his chest a little more and grabbed his left chest really tightly. My fingers toyed with his now hardened nipples and I can see him open his mouth and let out a slightly audible moan. My hand moved slowly further down his body, sweeping off the beads of sweat on his belly. For some reason I found it arousing to spank his tummy, and he let out a loud curse, "Fuck!" I then went for his thighs, lifted his shorts a bit to see the glorious chocolate quads. Now in a position of nearly 69, I was hungry for him, his whole fucking body, and so without hesitation I dove to his groins and licked and sucked that valley of manliness. I could feel his penis twitch so many times and press on my neck through his black shorts as I vigorously feasted on his already wet inner thighs.
I was not the only one making the move. As I dove further down his body, my pelvic area moved closer to his face. I was pretty sure I pierced his cute dark face with my sharpened tool. His hand went over me and grabbed my buns over my shorts and pressed it down with force so that my airplane would crash on him. He moved his head wildly as my tool virtually slapped him from inside my shorts. I swore it was painful, for me at least, but all the heat turned it into pleasure. It was a wild few minutes, with me on his groin, him on my pelvs.
All the passionate licking and sucking got me a bit exhausted and my rocky body crashed flat on his softer one. Our torsos kissed, lubricated by the sweat generated by the foreplay. My head laid on one of his thighs, facing his still hard erection encased in his black shorts. I could feel him breathing hard from beneath my shorts. In fact I was also gasping for air. I did not know if I had the energy to proceed further from this foreplay...
"You okay, down there, bro?" I asked, letting out a giggle. "Still alive bro" he said, joking. "Is it ok?" I asked, my hands on his belly, preparing to get inside the cage. He did not answer, but instead, he grabbed my shorts, and gently tried to pull them off my hips. I smiled, thinking that I should proceed with my own meal.
I lifted my hips so he can pull away my shorts a bit more easily. I can feel my butt getting exposed slowly and my penis gently escaping its protective clothing. I watched him pull further more and felt that my tool had finally been released. Up to now, I am still proud of my length, and I can see him hungry to devour it whole. His right hand slowly then grabbed the shaft and gently stroked it up and down. I watched intently as he stared face to face with my grace, me thinking of his dark intentions. He then pulled it closer to his face, and I obliged to bring my hips down. I then suddenly felt that jolt of pleasure as his hot and wet tongue first made contact with the head of my penis. I let out a soft moan, actually a complaint, for him to go for more. I watched him open his mouth further wide and then devoured the whole head. I felt the mild suck, that feeling that he was just beginning, that he wanted to savour this first taste. I let out a "fuck" into the air, and didn't care who heard me.
I wanted my revenge very badly, so I had my hands on the top of his shorts and slowly pushed it off him down to his legs, my mouth gently grazing on his treasure trail. As I travelled further down, I got to reveal the grand tower in the midst of his thick curly forest. The smell of a sweaty manly dark guy overwhelmed my senses and I felt that I was high, not that I do prohibited drugs. I let out a loud sigh, and then dropped my face closer to the tip. I let out my toungue to touch the head and proceeded to kiss the liplike tip. I then spat my heated oral liquid on its head, and devoured it back in as my mouth sucked on it like a high-end expensive vacuum. His hips raised a bit, telling me how his body enjoyed my oral skills on his dick. I moved my head up and down, my mouth very slowly gliding through his slightly shorter shaft. I have now found a new liking to this less passionate but adequately paced sucking, like enjoying a well-deserved vacation. We did not talk at all, for a few minutes, as our mouths were full. It was the longest 69 I have ever had and every second of it was memorable.
Suddenly, we heard the elevator let out a lound "ting", signifying that the someone has stopped on this floor. Both of us panicked and scrambled to get up and get dressed. "Oh shit, tang*na" he shouted. I giggled, thinking that we knew the risk of what we were doing. For all we know, there could have been CCTV over the whole place. But I didn't care, at least that time. We managed to at least wear our shorts properly and separated a bit, before the guy from the elevator got to the gym door. We were both obviously extra sweaty and unkempt but we stood by our acting, carrying weights on our own areas, pretending to ignore each other.
The guy got in and threw his bag to a corner. He dove into his duffle, and pulled some gym clothes. He walked towards the changing and shower room and then closed the door behind him. JR and I quickly exchanged looks, then smiled. I approached him, and quickly gave him a quick wet kiss without warning. He was stunned, but was then amused. I can still see his hardon despite the earlier panic. "806, pre. Tower 3," I said, then winked, then moved away to finish my workout.
The new guy emerged from changing room and suddenly gave a startling, "O! Pre!" It turned out that he was Albert, JR's classmate and close friend back in college who just recently got married. He was shorter, maybe 5'6 and wore a tank top as well, a tight white one, over dark blue shorts. I can see that he's in quite a good shape for a married man. He looked lean, arm cuts clearly defined, and his pecs were clearly delineated on his top. In contrast to JR, he had much lighter complexion, I'd say even a bit lighter than mine. I'd say he's more of a white chocolate, if JR's a dark one. I was thinking, with a married man in the room, this might just get a bit more interesting...
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