Mark was wiping down the weight bench when the new kid walked in. Twenty-two, built like he lived at the gym, and packing a bulge that stretched his shorts in a way that left nothing to the imagination. The older man, forty-eight and thick in the chest and thighs from years of lifting, felt his mouth go dry. Hed seen the kid eyeing him before, but tonight the gym was empty and the kid wasnt hiding it.
Need a spot? the young guy asked, voice low and rough.
Mark nodded. They moved to the bench. The kid loaded the bar heavy, then stood over him. When Mark pushed up, the kids crotch hovered inches from his face. That bulge twitched. Mark could smell sweat and soap and something hotter underneath.
Fuck, youre staring hard, the kid muttered. He reached down and grabbed his own dick through the fabric, squeezing. Want to see it?
Mark didnt answer with words. He sat up, hooked his fingers in the waistband, and yanked the shorts down. The cock that sprang out was thick, veined, and already half-hard, the head shiny. Nine inches easy, heavy enough to hang and swing. Mark wrapped a hand around it and felt it pulse and grow.
Jesus, Mark breathed.
The kid grabbed the back of Marks head and pushed his face against the shaft. Suck it. Get it wet so I can fuck you.
Mark opened his mouth and took the head in. It stretched his lips wide. The kid thrust shallow at first, then deeper, feeding inch after inch until Marks nose pressed into trimmed pubes. Spit ran down the shaft. The kid groaned and started fucking his throat in short, rough strokes.
Throats tight. Older guys always suck cock like theyre starving.
Mark pulled off, gasping, strings of spit connecting his lips to the glistening head. Back room. Now.
They didnt make it to the showers. The kid shoved Mark against the lockers, yanked his shorts down, and spat on his own fingers. Two thick digits pushed straight into Marks hole, scissoring and twisting.
Fuck, youre already loose, the kid growled. Been thinking about this?
Mark pushed back on the fingers. Shut up and fuck me with that big cock.
The kid lined up. The blunt head pressed against Marks rim, then popped inside with a wet sound. Mark grunted at the stretch. The kid didnt wait; he drove forward in one long thrust, burying every inch until his balls slapped Marks ass. Marks hole clenched around the thick shaft, burning and full.
Goddamn, youre taking it all, the kid said, voice tight. He pulled back and slammed in again, harder. The lockers rattled. Each thrust bottomed out, the big cock dragging over Marks prostate. Marks own dick leaked against the metal door.
The kid fucked like he was trying to break something. Deep, fast, balls slapping. Sweat dripped from his chest onto Marks back. He reached around and grabbed Marks cock, jerking it in time with his thrusts.
Gonna fill this older ass, he grunted. Shoot so much cum youll feel it tomorrow.
Mark pushed back, meeting every stroke. Do it. Breed me.
The kids rhythm broke. He buried himself to the root and came hard, cock pulsing thick ropes inside Marks hole. Mark felt every throb, the heat flooding him. He came right after, shooting across the locker door while the kid kept grinding through his orgasm.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. The kids cock softened slowly, still thick inside. When he finally pulled out, cum leaked down Marks thigh.
Same time tomorrow? the kid asked, already tucking his heavy dick away.
Mark turned, legs shaky, hole sore and dripping. Bring that cock again and Ill let you fuck me on the bench.
The kid grinned, slapped Marks ass, and walked out. Mark stood there a minute longer, feeling the ache and the wet warmth between his cheeks, already thinking about round two.
