Hi folks,
I think you can guess where this story is going. I hope you like it.
I still have lots of work to do, but the initial inspiration came from a member of LPSG. If you have any suggestions I'd appreciate the feedback.
Enjoy
JJ
I first noticed him about three weeks ago.
He came into the locker room of my local gym after work one day wearing a security guard uniform. He was huge and very muscular. I could tell he was proud of his body.
He dropped his gym bag on the floor loud enough to draw attention to himself. He took off his uniform to change into workout clothes.
It was like watching a slow striptease. He neatly folded his uniform and placed it in the locker. He didnt attempt to cover himself or hide his masculine body. He knew he looked good and was showing off as he slowly put on his gym clothes.
A mountain of a man. Huge thick muscles, powerful guns straining the arms of his tight white t-shirt. As he pulled off the neatly pressed pants of his uniform he revealed powerful muscled thighs and big muscular calves. He must be a runner or a football player or something. He was in perfect shape.
I couldnt see his equipment from where I was standing, but it was obviously very big. I noticed everyone in the locker room steeling glances at his body.
He turned around and faced my direction just as he adjusted a huge bulge in his white jockey shorts. I made eye contact and smiled.
His tight hard butt and narrow waist made even the straight guys in the locker get erections!
I went home and told my wife about what I saw in the locker that day, a powerful, sexy, beautiful male specimen. He exuded sexuality. I told her his biceps were so big they strained the tight material of his shirt sleeves. I told her about his bubble butt and huge thighs.
I told her how he neatly folded his uniform and placed it in the locker.
She seemed curious and wanted to know where he was a security guard.
I decided I needed to get to know this god. I fantasized about bringing him home to my wife.
I had fantasized about the security guard for several weeks. I wished I had his powerful physique and huge dick. I fantasized about making my wife writhe and moan from the hot sex I could give her with a body like that.
While we made love I told my wife what I was thinking. I told her my fantasy. I described the huge powerful guns, broad chest and thick thighs of the mystery man. We had hot passionate sex thinking about the muscular stranger from the gym.
Every time I went to the gym I hoped to see him again. Then it happened.
One afternoon I was in the shower shampooing my hair. When I opened my eyes he was standing in the shower right next to me. He was well over six feet. His skin was tanned and healthy looking. His hair was jet black and he had a beautiful broad smile.
I noticed he had a ring on his wedding finger so I assumed he wasnt gay. I started to think about him making love to his sexy wife. I wondered what she must look like; probably some beautiful blond bombshell with a tight ass and perky tits.
Fuck, I was getting an erection just looking at him and thinking about him making love to a beautiful woman. Thinking about him getting any woman he wanted. He had big pumped pectoral muscles and a fine line of chest hair running down to his crotch.
His dick hung down at least seven inches. His cock was as big soft as I was hard. I thought about a petite little blond sex pot bouncing up and down on that huge pole.
Shit, I was getting aroused in the mens shower. I was getting an erection.
I was embarrassed but didnt want to loose the opportunity to get to know him. I tried to make small talk (no pun intended).
You come here often? What a stupid line. Cant you do better than that?
Yea, I try to work out at least five times a week. What about you? He looked at my growing member.
I had to think fast to explain the growing erection between my legs. I didn't want him to think I was gay. I was actually having very heterosexual thoughts.
I was thinking about how the women -- my wife included -- would get hot and horny looking at a powerful hung bull like this guy.
Working out makes me horny; my wife will be getting some when I get home tonight.
Fuck how stupid I thought to myself. Did I really say that out loud?
Yea, my wife likes it when I come home hard and hot. He looked at me with a smile and flexed his bicep.
I smiled awkwardly and couldnt think of what next to say.
He washed his armpits and upper body. I watched the soap role down his chest, over his tight flat abs and into his pubic hairs.
He continued to soap up his big dick and purple balls. He peeled back the foreskin to show a knob as big as an apple.
Nice equipment I heard myself saying out loud. Holly fuck! Did I say that out loud again? This guy is going to think I'm trying to come on to him in the shower.
Would your wife like a piece of this?
I uhh well I couldnt believe we were talking like this. I didnt even know his name. My mouth was going dry. But I decided to take the plunge.
Yea, she would love a piece of that. But what would your wife say?
Who says she has to know?
Okay now what do I do? Ive got this beautiful masculine god of a human specimen standing beside me holding his growing dick in his hand offering to fuck my wife.
... to be continued...
I think you can guess where this story is going. I hope you like it.
I still have lots of work to do, but the initial inspiration came from a member of LPSG. If you have any suggestions I'd appreciate the feedback.
Enjoy
JJ
I first noticed him about three weeks ago.
He came into the locker room of my local gym after work one day wearing a security guard uniform. He was huge and very muscular. I could tell he was proud of his body.
He dropped his gym bag on the floor loud enough to draw attention to himself. He took off his uniform to change into workout clothes.
It was like watching a slow striptease. He neatly folded his uniform and placed it in the locker. He didnt attempt to cover himself or hide his masculine body. He knew he looked good and was showing off as he slowly put on his gym clothes.
A mountain of a man. Huge thick muscles, powerful guns straining the arms of his tight white t-shirt. As he pulled off the neatly pressed pants of his uniform he revealed powerful muscled thighs and big muscular calves. He must be a runner or a football player or something. He was in perfect shape.
I couldnt see his equipment from where I was standing, but it was obviously very big. I noticed everyone in the locker room steeling glances at his body.
He turned around and faced my direction just as he adjusted a huge bulge in his white jockey shorts. I made eye contact and smiled.
His tight hard butt and narrow waist made even the straight guys in the locker get erections!
I went home and told my wife about what I saw in the locker that day, a powerful, sexy, beautiful male specimen. He exuded sexuality. I told her his biceps were so big they strained the tight material of his shirt sleeves. I told her about his bubble butt and huge thighs.
I told her how he neatly folded his uniform and placed it in the locker.
She seemed curious and wanted to know where he was a security guard.
I decided I needed to get to know this god. I fantasized about bringing him home to my wife.
*****
I had fantasized about the security guard for several weeks. I wished I had his powerful physique and huge dick. I fantasized about making my wife writhe and moan from the hot sex I could give her with a body like that.
While we made love I told my wife what I was thinking. I told her my fantasy. I described the huge powerful guns, broad chest and thick thighs of the mystery man. We had hot passionate sex thinking about the muscular stranger from the gym.
Every time I went to the gym I hoped to see him again. Then it happened.
One afternoon I was in the shower shampooing my hair. When I opened my eyes he was standing in the shower right next to me. He was well over six feet. His skin was tanned and healthy looking. His hair was jet black and he had a beautiful broad smile.
I noticed he had a ring on his wedding finger so I assumed he wasnt gay. I started to think about him making love to his sexy wife. I wondered what she must look like; probably some beautiful blond bombshell with a tight ass and perky tits.
Fuck, I was getting an erection just looking at him and thinking about him making love to a beautiful woman. Thinking about him getting any woman he wanted. He had big pumped pectoral muscles and a fine line of chest hair running down to his crotch.
His dick hung down at least seven inches. His cock was as big soft as I was hard. I thought about a petite little blond sex pot bouncing up and down on that huge pole.
Shit, I was getting aroused in the mens shower. I was getting an erection.
I was embarrassed but didnt want to loose the opportunity to get to know him. I tried to make small talk (no pun intended).
You come here often? What a stupid line. Cant you do better than that?
Yea, I try to work out at least five times a week. What about you? He looked at my growing member.
I had to think fast to explain the growing erection between my legs. I didn't want him to think I was gay. I was actually having very heterosexual thoughts.
I was thinking about how the women -- my wife included -- would get hot and horny looking at a powerful hung bull like this guy.
Working out makes me horny; my wife will be getting some when I get home tonight.
Fuck how stupid I thought to myself. Did I really say that out loud?
Yea, my wife likes it when I come home hard and hot. He looked at me with a smile and flexed his bicep.
I smiled awkwardly and couldnt think of what next to say.
He washed his armpits and upper body. I watched the soap role down his chest, over his tight flat abs and into his pubic hairs.
He continued to soap up his big dick and purple balls. He peeled back the foreskin to show a knob as big as an apple.
Nice equipment I heard myself saying out loud. Holly fuck! Did I say that out loud again? This guy is going to think I'm trying to come on to him in the shower.
Would your wife like a piece of this?
I uhh well I couldnt believe we were talking like this. I didnt even know his name. My mouth was going dry. But I decided to take the plunge.
Yea, she would love a piece of that. But what would your wife say?
Who says she has to know?
Okay now what do I do? Ive got this beautiful masculine god of a human specimen standing beside me holding his growing dick in his hand offering to fuck my wife.
... to be continued...