Bronx

Zeeky

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Brett was caught off guard by the big brown schlong that dangled before his nose. The six foot tall caramel figure, with blood-red lips and brilliant white, sharp teeth before him was Bronx Martene- an up and coming mixed martial artist with an undefeated record. Respect.

“That’s all she knows is dick, dick, dick.” Bronx scrolled through his iphone, showing Brett the gorgeous blonde ringcard girl who worked his last fight. “And she likes it in the butt too!”

Brett smiled nervously, getting slightly dizzy as Bronx bounced around with his fat dick so close to his face. It had to be at least six and a half inches fat, and ten inches long- soft. So Big. It carried a brutal majesty and youthful decadence. Brett’s mind flashed back to when they were training, whenever Bronx would take his back and choke him- he would put pressure into his butt with that meat. The last time he did it, Brett almost came! Bronx was so warm and thick down there. Plus, he would grind Brett’s dick and balls onto the matt. It hurt, and made Brett feel insignificant- but it concentrated that full feeling in between his muscle cheeks stuffing his pink eye. Brett knew he had to be big, but finally seeing Bronx’s cock in person was like a dream come true. Like meeting his Hero. Brett swallowed his own spit, which was working itself up in anticipation, and imagined that it was Bronx’s precious cum.

Bronx used the towel that he had to start drying his feet. He lifted his huge, tan thigh so that his nuts and beautiful dick hung with abandon while he kicked off his shower slides and wiped his light-skinned, clean feet. His ass from this angle was plump, bulbous: a proud combination of muscle and fat. Athletic, and luxurious at once. The mild, soapy scent of Dove Sensitive Skin connected Brett’s nose to Bronx’s hairless pucker and nutsack. Thick muscle cheeks opened as he heaved his huge arms up and down his leg, his butt wiggling with the effort to give Brett flashes of the vulnerable hole. Bronx stood up and turned around, his fat brown cock again inches from Brett’s nose. He was talking but Brett censored the conversation to background noise, responding only subconsciously. He kept his towel over his own waist to hide his raging erection. Bronx slipped into his board shorts and flip-flops. A thick wad of precum drooled to the floor as Brett marveled at the way Bronx carried himself, his big feet pressing into his Nike flip-flops, the smooth skin on his heels brightening as he applied his weight. Brett felt as if Bronx was stepping right into his butt.

“Alright, see you tomorrow?” Bronx stuck his hand out. Brett clapped it.
“For sure.”