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This is my first story and I welcome any comments or suggestion.
Dave
Part 2
Hung was true to his word. I was getting a workout each time I visited. In addition to that I was enjoying his naked body as we moved through the different exercises. Yes me, the one who never thought about guys before was enjoying his muscles flex and stretch and yes at times I even felt some stirring in my cock but was able keep it down by thinking about other things. The weather, work whatever it took so that I could fool myself into believing the ripped body did not interest me.
Everything went well to the end of the second week. That was the day that I ended my exercise with a pulled muscle in my thigh. Hung offered to massage my thigh and I was in so much pain at that time I would have agreed to anything. Hung put me on a mat on my stomach and started working on my right thigh muscles. He had grabbed some lotion and soon had the muscles relaxed and I was feeling great. Without asking he started to move done that leg to my foot. I was enjoying so much I did not even try to stop him. After he moved back up the other leg he then climbed on my thighs and then moved his fingers up to my neck and shoulders and stared working down. His massage had seemed to relax every part of me but my cock. What was I going to do now? I had not counted on this.
Then I realized I could change the subject a little bit so I asked hung to get his tape measure. While he did I was able to stand up and be looking him in the eye when he came back in the room and told him I was keeping my promise. Now I was hard and now he could measure it. He seemed pleased and at the same time a bit nervous but went ahead with the tape measure. I would like to say I saw his jaw dropped open at the sight of my 12" cut cock that was bigger around than a coke can but that would be a lie and wouldn't make the story real. Knowing that the average size hard piece of man meat is between 5 ½" and 6 ½" I was in no way ashamed of my 7 ½" of cut meat.
While Hung was noting down measurements I had a perfect excuse to get dressed and go right home. No sooner was I in my door that I found myself tearing off my clothes and started beating my still hard meat to climax. What a load that was! But even at my age as I changed for bed I found myself hard again and had to jack off yet again before bed.
When I returned the following Monday it was as if nothing had ever happened between us. Was that as far as it would go? Would I see him hard one day? How many inches did he have anyway? Was his as long as mine?
But the more important question... Why was I even wondering? I WAS NOT GAY! I WAS NOT INTO GUYS! WHAT'S GOING ON????
(For you that are wondering. There will be a fitness update in the next part... and for the rest of you... Why no sex yet? Come back for part 3 to learn why sex might be an interesting concept for Hung and we already know that Dave is positive he is as straight as they come.)
This is my first story. So I welcome your comments and suggestions.
Dave
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