Backyard Gym

A groan tears from his throat and he yanks out of my mouth, whips around the bench and straddles me, starts face-fucking me from the front, his wet clenching abs right in my face, his manly grip on the back of my head. I grab his ass and feel it bouncing as he pounds away with quick short strokes, thrusting back and forth over my tongue, a pounding sweating pulsing musclerod leaking and sweating and faster faster fuck yes fuck yes and "Aww hell yeah, here it comes!"

He pulls out of my mouth, grabs his dick, thrusts it hard through his hand as he roars and swears and feels his dick exploding in his grip for the second time today, blasts of cum rocketing out and splashing all over my face, landing in my hair and beyond me on the ground, his cock jerking and jerking as fresh waves of sticky spunk pump out into my open mouth, filling it with the briny thick taste of his manly juice—

And I'm shocked that his cock continues to spit out bursts of cum that fall on my eyelids, my nose, my cheeks, my lips, running down the sides of my face, hot and wet and sticky, rich with the musky salty smell of sex, his cock thrashing in the air, pumping the cum out of his juicy slit, spraying my face again and again—he's got so much fucking cum in those balls, they just keep constantly churning it out, building it up so he has to keep cumming again and again, working that hot dick, flexing his muscles and groaning and sweating and covering me with his hot seed, more more give me more, at least twelve spurts of cum all over my face, dripping down my neck—

And then I feel his hot breath on my face, the scratch of his stubble as he licks his hot cum off my cheeks, sucks it off my lips, kisses me, my heart racing and my legs shaking, my cock so tight my skin almost hurts, the muscles at the base of my cock like a vise, my swollen cockhead shaking, desperate to spray my load all over his ass as he tastes the hot spunk on my lips, in my mouth.

I reach to grab my cock and bring myself to an earth-shattering orgasm, but he presses himself down onto my stomach, resting the rubbery pads of his ass right in front of my cock so it curves up naturally to rest in the crack between his smooth rounded cheeks. I can feel the precum oozing out of me and onto him, smearing onto his skin, the muscles all through my cock rumbling with the clamouring need to cum. If I could just start thrusting my hips up, start rubbing my cock against that ass, I'd blow the biggest load of my life in just a few seconds, but his massive bulk is pressing me flat so I can't move an inch, completely under his power.

He continues tasting his juicy spunk on my lips, my cheeks, straddling me, bringing his massive sweaty pecs close enough to graze my nipples, send shivers through me. I press my hands against that massive wall of muscle and feel the hot heavy hardness of his pectorals, the quivering power in them, making my head spin and my cock twitch where it's pinned against his ass, bringing my hands down to feel those amazing abs, the skin so sheer over them, feeling the muscles clench against my fingers as I drag them through the sharp grooves, reach the ripped ridges of obliques on his sides.

I can't stand it; he's driving me mad with lust as I drag my hands over that muscled body, grab his firm shoulders and bulging arms, feel his spent cock lying on my stomach, the last remains of his orgasm still dripping off while he licks the rest of his massive load off my face—and now he starts to subtly grind against me, rocking his hips and flexing his glutes, lifting that ass slowly slowly up my shaft till it grazes my cockhead before bringing it down again—

My cock's held prisoner against that agonizingly firm ass, forced against his skin by the power of the firmest hard-on I've ever had in my life. My swollen cock is so sensitive that I can feel every single spot where the sun-warmed curves of his pliant hard-yet-bouncy asscheeks make contact with it, blazing and tingling and tightening, from the fluttering tension at the base of my cock, where my balls are so tight that it's like they're being squeezed against me, up every inch of my shaft, rubbed tantalizingly by his flexing glutes, to my hypersensitive, stretched-practically-to-bursting cockhead, which tingles and spits precum, rising up between those golden asscheeks that wrench moans of intolerable ecstasy from me every time his skin grazes mine—

That feeling intensifies and deepens so it strikes me right in the gut, electrifies the skin all over my body, makes me gasp and twist under the muscleman who's laughing as he whispers in my ear, a guttural murmur that makes my balls clench, "Yeah you fucking need to cum, don't you, need to blow a fat wad all over my ass. You want me to let you? Want me to do it? Then beg me to let you cum. Go on, beg me."

"Please," moaning, heart pounding through my entire body, thundering in my ears. "Please, please let me cum please I—oh FUCK!" as my cockhead rubs against his ass, the hot hardness gripping it on either side, teasing me—the pressure's immense, I feel like lightning's about to strike, like my consciousness is about to be obliterated by pleasure that sweeps through my body with uncontrollable force—

Everything's hot and dripping and building and building with no sign of release. I'm quivering and wet and covered in sex, smelling of sex, still tasting his cum, feeling his hard body rubbing against mine, slick and firm and moaning and fuck oh fuck it feels so good I'm shaking all over, tasting him, feeling him, my cock exploding with pleasure, my face covered in his manly spunk, trembling gasping convulsing so fucking hard, my balls tight and churning, my cock twitching and so stiff it can't bend, desperate to blast a hot jet of cum into the air so it sizzles on that fucking tight golden ass—

He grazes my cockhead again ohhh FUCK ohhh FUCK YES my muscles flexing and winding up, the tension of a catapult, flesh against flesh, making me scream, making me thrash under him, under that sweaty firm body, the sun in my eyes, his mouth against mine then hissing Cum for me, cum for me, yeah shoot that load, shoot that fucking load—and I'm screaming Yes fuck yes I'm gonna cum I'm gonna fucking CUM!

And suddenly I feel it, I'm surfing right on the edge of that moment when all of your body tingles, all of your muscles tighten, when all you're feeling is your red-hot rock-hard cock suddenly get so fucking tight and huge, an inescapable flood of cum building in you, your balls squeezing up forcefully, your cock clamped tight—it's building building there's no way to avoid it, the cum's gonna shoot out of your fucking cock, it's coming it's coming there's nothing you can do, now now it has to be now shoot your cum shoot that fucking cum yes yes fuck YES—

It's like a fist clamps down on my balls, squeezes my cock and then slaps it up against his ass as cum explodes out of my dick, the hot burst of my manjuice coating his shoulders and back, squelching out of my cumhole, dousing that tanned sizzling hot skin with my spunkspray, feeling his sweaty hard body dominating mine, moaning into his mouth as he tastes my lips, the tang of cum on my tongue, my dick clenching and slapping against that ass again, spurting freely, mind-altering waves of ecstasy rolling through me, making my heart pound and all of my skin tingle—

The insane pressure's gripping me, cum's flying out of my massive fuckmuscle, the pressure of a cannon's spreading sticky wetness all over his hot ass as he laughs and throws his head back, keeps rubbing his round asscheeks against my wrenching cock, teasing the cum out of me, making me spurt over and over while he grinds against my dick, laughing, flexing, glistening, baked by the sun, dripping with sweat, smelling of manly sex and spunk, riding me as I'm trapped in the draining ecstasy of blowing out my lust in hot waves of muscle and liquid and fire.

He keeps rubbing against my cock till it finally goes dry, and then he leans forward again, presses his lips to mine and laughs against my mouth, before moving his lips next to my ear. He whispers—not because there's a need for that now, but simply because it's best for confessions, "Now aren't you glad I dropped that letter off at your place? We'd better keep this up, scrawny boy. I'll work you hard. Put some muscle on you yet."