I have a bench press and a couple of other workout machines in my garage and work-out a few nights a week. I cant afford a gym and more honestly am not disciplined enough to spend the monthly fees. It has netted my a good toned upper body, not built but firm to the touch and photogenic. It is a selfish pursuit, making sure I look good to myself in the mirror. I'm in my late twenties and still keep my weight about 185. I have a dark haired body, a bit of a bear. I keep my mug trimmed up except for a mustache.
When I work out I usually roll up the garage door part way to let in fresh air and light. Doing so sometimes attracts a neighbor to see what's cooking. While it has not landed me a work-out buddy yet, when one of the neighbors does happen by it nets a few shared beers and some new acquaintances in the hood.
I had always covertly hoped it would land me a regular work-out buddy though. The only person ever indicating interest in even working out was Chris, a neighbor from a few doors up. He stopped by a couple times before and said, "we should work out sometime", but he never followed up. We had become known neighbors but not really friends. He is about 5'8", 170 lbs, petite, but built well.
He is a rough redneck type who works in construction and although not a drop dead stud, had a sexy butch style. He is white trash as it gets with little dirty kids running naked in the yard, a barefoot and pregnant wife at the clothesline, and I can hear him yelling at all of them a few doors down all the time. This was especially so when he was good and drink. While it was crappy for him to be that way to his family, something in that made him sexually fascinating to me.
Every once in a while I would catch him out of the corner of my eye with his shirt off and have to go masturbate, thinking about getting stinky and dirty with him. He always seemed dead straight, so I harbored no realistic sexual expectations - just fantasies about giving or getting. Either way I would have been thrilled.
One afternoon while I was running on the treadmill I saw him walking by and I gave him a good what`s up nod. He nodded back and kept on walking. A short time later, I saw him walking up the driveway wearing nothing but his worn leather work boots and a pair of dingy white sweat pants with holes in them. "Hey, I came over to see if I could work out with ya", he said, "Is that cool?"
Do I mind?, I was amazed at how he looked up close without his shirt. He had a well tanned lightly haired chest and stout arms. His ass was tight like a peach and his package showed well through his sweats. As he bent over to slider under the garage door I caught a glimpse of his package swinging around in his worn out sweats. I immediately got turned on. "Yeah, I'm just about done here on the mill, I'll spot you on the bench", I mustered while spotting his forms. He dropped to the floor and did some warm up stretches while I started my cool down cycle. He seemed to know what he was doing.
He finished his stretches and I stepped off the treadmill soaking in sweat. "You want to bench press first?" I asked. Chris nodded and made his way over to the padded steel rack. He laid back on the bench as I set up the weights. I stood behind the bar and guided it down with him to lifting position. I could see his cock laying straight to one side through his sweats. He was still sweaty and sticky from working all day and I could smell his pungent body odor.
"How much weight you want?" I asked. "Start me out at 120 pounds", his reply. After I loaded up the bar he began some easy reps and asked for another 20 lbs. I added the discs and he continued. After a few minutes of this, his upper torso was gleaming with moisture as it flexed and stretched. I was getting turned on, and was starting to feel swelling in my shorts. I wanted so badly to go down and swim in his manhood.
As he pounded out the reps, he asked "Where is your wife?""She works in the evenings", I replied. "You lucky fuck", he said smiling , "I bet you sit around here flogging your stick the whole time". I laughed slightly as he was 100% correct. "What a fuck", I thought to myself before answering, "Yeah, only when I`m not working out". He always had some wise crack.
He stopped again asking for more weight. I bent down and picked up a few more discs and placed them on the bar then got back behind him to spot. "You have a nice looking body", he said to me. "Your working out is paying off". Boing! Then I caught him glancing at my package just inches from his face. His eyes rolled back down and he grabbed the bar. Guilty of the same, I was eyeing his loose sweats draping low on his stomach. His hair that made a nice trail down into them. His bud was poking up lifting the waist line up off of his skin, creating a gap just enough to see into.
"Yeah, I try to get out here as often as I can.", I said, "Muscles keep the wife interested". He grunted before saying "Must be nice bro. My wife is a fat fucking bitch. She's frigid as shit". I countered, "Well she must not be that frigid. She is pregnant all the time". He laughed and said, "Yeah but she won't take it up the ass or give blow-jobs much." I laughed and replied. "Hmmm, my wife won't take it in the ass either which is too bad, 'cause sinking it hard in the shitter is the....the shit". I was laying it on, but why not. I sensed he was open for it and damn he was looking good laid out on my bench press.
He continued to grouse, "Some people have safe sex, all I have is self sex". I was rocked at this point. He finally put the bar up on the rack and rested for a second, looking up at my bulging package with a smirk. It was so obvious I was caught with a rager that I was poised to spew excuses as to why my cock was sticking straight out as his face.
He took note asking, "Are you getting turned on by something? Eyeing his massive tent which had lifted the waistband of his raunchy sweats up off his flat torso I confidently replied, "No more than you are cowboy". Synergy. He reached down and palmed his rod, palming it down until it made a slight popping sound. "Yeah, it wont go back down for some reason", he said jokingly
Looking down on this sweaty guy stroking his meat in my garage I asked him, "You want some help with that thing bro? You look like you are ready to get it on with something." Saying nothing, he reached up and grasped my tent tightly to which I responded with a twitch of swelling and low moan of acceptance. "You can do whatever you want bro", he said invitingly. He then broke my trance as he stood up and stepped over to the garage door to rolled it down.
Returning, he snapped his waistband down under his balls and swung his hard meat out of his sweats. I dropped to my knees and started licking the wet sticky juices off the head of his seven inch shaft, while grasping his balls with my hand. He shuddered for a second and let out a sigh. "Oh man that feels good" he moaned. His groin gyrated slightly as he grabbed my skull tightly and began thrusting himself into my mouth. He was an anxious little buck, fucking my face like a horny puppy.
I hardly had the chance to suck and lick as he pumped his tool down my throat with force and persistence. He was salty with sweat and juices from a long day at work, and I couldn't get enough. I was rubbing his chest and tits, pinching him sharply. I moved my hands down around his tight firm ass - it was perfectly shaped and formed to fit in my palms. He finally backed off a bit, allowing me to savor his rod, licking and cosseting his balls in my mouth. His cock was getting juicier and tighter, and he suddenly pulled back.
"I'm gonna cum if you don't stop", he said as he pulled away. He looked me in the eye and asked "You want to you fuck me in the ass?". Shocked still, "I never thought I'd hear you say that Chris", I responded. "So that is a yes?" he asked. "Fuck yea, I will", I replied. He pulled his sweats down around the top of his boots and laid his stomach on the weight bench with his ass pointed up in the air while I fumbled to find lube. Finding none, I smeared some spit on my cock. His hands gripped the rack, as I started wetting his hole with my fingers. His ass cheeks were tight and hard, making me reel with anticipation.
"C'mon man, give me your cock, give it to me good dude", he said as he stretched like a cat. "I have a dildo at home, but nothing beats the real thing bro", he continued. I warned, "I aint got no lube, so it's spit and shove. That OK?" He replied, "Just take it easy at first". I slowly probed his stinky hole with my bud and thrust deep into his tight nest. I almost came at first push, his tight little ass felt so damned good. He let out a deep yelp and gripped the rack harder. I slid in against his fighting asshole, against a river of tightness and friction. His body had tensed up and began to fight my intrusion.
"Relax and let your breath out slow", I advised as I pulled out and spit on my cock again. I then slid it back into his chute again. Once I bottomed out, I paused for a moment then began pumping him slowly to keep from blasting too early. "Oh man you have a nice tight asshole bro. You must not use that dildo too much", I said.
"I use it whenever I can, which isn't often he said as he gyrated his ass and pushed it toward me. "It's ok bro, fuck me harder." I took his signal and began to let him have the weight and slapping strength of my groin. In and out, slap slap. "Come on dud, oh yeah! Harder bro", he mumbled. An odor of man-sex filled the air and I looked down to see that this had become a bit of a sloppy deed. I dropped a string of spit down on my sliding shaft to lube it up some more.
He was moaning in concert with the squeaking bench. The friction of his pasty shitty hole must have been starting to ache but he seemed to be getting into it. "Harder, give it to me harder dude, harder - c'mon!", he moaned. He was taking it like the best of them. No whining, no asking to slow down, no asking for tenderness. I clenched his torso and began slamming his hole as hard and fast as I could.
I had never fucked a guy this hard before and it was a lot of work. My muscles were already warm from the treadmill and I was waiting for a cramp to develop any minute. I finally grabbed the rack for better leverage. His pedantic moaning and groaning evolved to a panting murmur of ecstasy and pain. He was howling and squirming away from my thrusts at times when I hit him too hard. He then bucked for a second and blew his own load on the bench.
I felt my load coming and held my head closed tight keeping my boiling hot juices at bay as long as possible. With a couple last thrusts, I exploded into his hole, jamming him into the rack. "Aaahhh, Ooohhhh", he moaned". I continued pumping him slowly for a bit longer with my slimy dirty limp cock, squeezing out my last loads as the warm flow of cum running down onto our balls took us down. He was precious. He rolled over and I cleaned his stomach and cock again with my flickering tongue--I love the taste of cum.
Proceeding to get cleaned up, I wiped up the shitty slimy paste and cum from my cock. I then cleaned his asshole with a towel and threw it away. He pulled his sweats back up as I did mine. "Wow man, that really got me off", he said, "My ass sure hurts though." I gave him a devilish smile. "It'll get better with practice", I said.
"Want a beer now?" I invited. "That is enough work out for tonight".