I had always thought I was straight. As in, I always thought I only liked pussy. Then again, I’d never tried batting for the other team. But I’d also never had the chance to. One day, at the gym, this guy was lifting weights. He had his shirt off. I could see each and every defined muscle ripple with each movement. I got caught in the moment, staring at him. That is, until he noticed me. He dropped his weight. “Like what you see?” he asked, a wicked grin crossing his face. “Huh?” I asked, still in a stupor. “You’re basically drooling, my friend,” he replied.

I quickly got back to my workout session, glancing away. But the bulge beneath my gym shorts was a little too obvious for my comfort. I hit the shower room to take a cold shower and calm myself down. I had to admit, I was embarrassed by my reaction. I’d never gotten a hard-on in public, let alone because of some guy working out. As I prepared to undress, I got the sense that I wasn’t alone. “What are you running from?” asked a voice from the other end of the room. There was that same guy, leaning against the wall. He seemed to be checking me out.

“Those washboard abs, bro,” I replied jokingly. He began to walk toward me. This wasn’t helping my erection situation. I got the sense that he approved. His eyes were glued to my crotch. “Taking a shower, huh? Mind if I join you?” he asked. I wasn’t sure how I should answer. Part of me wanted to, but the other part reminded me that I’m supposed to be straight. But, hell, I’ll try anything once, right? “If you’re sure you can handle all this cock,” I finally replied. “Well, I’m usually a top, but bottom’s nice too.” We went into the shower together. I peeled off my clothes. I turned the water on scalding hot as he bent over. He had a nice ass. I rammed my raging hard-on into his asshole – which was tight. So tight, I cried out. I ran my thumb around the rim of his asshole, causing him to tighten up even more. He moaned indulgently. “You feel bigger than you look. And you already look massive,” he purred. As I pumped my hips back and forth, sliding my aching cock in and out of his asshole, I ran my hands along the incredible ropes of muscle that twisted around his body – including his washboard abs.

He stood up a bit to jerk his own dick off as I humped him, my thrusts becoming more and more forceful with each move. I pushed his hand away from his dick, and wrapped my own fingers around it. I squeezed his cock the way his asshole squeezed mine. The thick, hot length throbbed in my palm. Each vein pulsed with blood. He came before I did, but told me to finish. He said he liked it when jizz got spilled inside of him. So I did. I let my full stream of cum fill him up, oozing out as my cock remained inside. I understand why girls like muscled men, now. First hand, I get it, ladies. And I don’t blame you. No homo.

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