Gym Idol Ch. 01
While relaxing in the sauna after an average workout, I was alone when Mark entered. He greeted me and sat down near the entrance, next to the hot stone stove.
My heart leaped for a moment, and if I weren't in the sauna, I would have broken out in a cold sweat. Mark had an immense impact on me, and I felt uneasy in his presence.
Standing at 6'3" tall, Mark was the most mind-blowingly built man I'd ever encountered in my life, without a doubt the biggest person at our gym. He was immensely ripped and sculpted, undoubtedly a professional bodybuilder. It was hard to imagine someone attaining that level of musculature without making a living from it.
Admitting I found him captivating, this guy was... my gym inspiration? I'd call it that. Although some might argue that Mark was my gym crush. But I wasn't attracted to men. Sure, Mark had an incredible physique, undeniably beautiful with those muscles, an actual life Hercules, but I didn't believe that made me homosexual. Accepting that Henry Cavill or Brad Pitt were exceptionally handsome didn't make a heterosexual man gay. It's a grasp of their and your position on the attractiveness scale, at least that's how I saw it.
But I wouldn't deny he captivated me, and I often watched him in the gym. I mean, who wouldn't look at a guy doing bicep curls with weights that others benched? And what he was benching, others couldn't deadlift. And when he performed deadlifts, he accumulated plates from the entire gym, and the barbell strained under the weight. He was a monster in terms of raw power and strength.
And his silhouette... He might have weighed approximately 260 pounds, yet his body was relatively fat-free. Mark boasted the best shoulder-to-waist ratio imaginable. The ideal V-taper. His arms were gargantuan, and his biceps filled the sleeves of his oversized t-shirts. His chest was gargantuan, nearly extending forward like a shelf. A person could sit on top of his pecs.
I saw him a few times topless and in briefs in the locker room, and his abs and legs were as awe-inspiring as possible. The sinewy muscles were like cobblestones, protruding forward by at least an inch. The obliques, conversely, were heavily sculpted and slanted, emphasizing his astonishingly narrow waist. His thighs added breadth to his frame once more, resembling two columns of rock-solid muscles. In fact, his legs made his silhouette more akin to the letter X than V, if you catch my drift.
I was a fan of bodybuilding, but mostly intellectually. I was more interested than dedicated; my meager muscles couldn't hold a candle to the bodybuilding world's lowest weights. I was petit, and slender, weighing just 145 pounds. I exercised, but with my student's frugal diet and average commitment, I couldn't expect significant improvements.
In a display of physique superiority with Mark, even my most defined muscle, undoubtedly my thigh, would likely lose to his... forearm.
Mark was a pristine specimen of mankind. I was ignorant about him beyond his name, though he likely knew nothing of mine. We never conversed beyond exchanging pleasantries or inquiring about weights. Though, of course, he was always the one inquiring if he could use the weights next to me. I only inquired as to still being in his presence.
In summary, that sounded quite gay. However, if someone pointed a gun to my head, I'd admit that Mark made me reappraise my sexual orientation. Maybe I was a bit bi? But I'd never been interested in boys before. Was it Mark who sparked my interest in men? I couldn't say for sure, yet I couldn't stop thinking about him.
Another aspect pushing my thoughts in that direction was the fact that I'd glimpsed Mark clad only in briefs in the locker room on a few occasions.
As if his muscles and Herculean face weren't enough to emphasize his masculinity, all indications suggested that Mark also had a gargantuan cock.
Yes, his package was expanse, jutting forth, and distended his briefs. Once I noticed him walking to the showers in just his boxers, his bulge swayed menacingly with every step he took. It was so massive you might have thought he was cramming it with something, but a closer look debunked those notions. Even through the material, the contour of the towering head of his manhood was visible. It had to be, a man as muscular as Mark had to have a hefty penis. It couldn't have been otherwise.
Now, as I sat with him in a tiny, cramped room and we were entirely unclothed except for towels around our waists.
I stole glimpses at his superhuman muscles, even huger than usual due to their pumped state after a workout. His chest was engorged, reddish, and just gargantuan. He could crush my hand between his pecs if he flexed them.
I struggled to breathe, not due to the hot air in the sauna, although that may have contributed to my dilemma. There was an apparent tension, although I didn't know if it was just in my mind. Mark appeared to be unbothered, just sitting there comfortably. However, I felt like I was on edge, my entire being taut.
The silence between us was starting to feel uncomfortable, and I desperately searched for something to say to him that didn't seem forced. I have never been good at small talk or interacting with others, especially those who were more intimidating than me. That's definitely who Mark was.
To my surprise, Mark broke the silence first. "You're Tony, right?"
I was shocked! How could he possibly know my name? Why? Why me? As I groped for a response, I managed to mumble it out with an awkward laugh.
"That's me," I said sheepishly.
Mark flashed a movie star-like smile and nodded, seemingly assuming that I was an airhead. My heart raced as I wondered about my inability to handle such a powerful individual.
"You've been at the gym a lot recently, haven't you?" he asked nonchalantly, glancing at me meaningfully. Did he notice that I'd been coming here every time he was? Or maybe he was insinuating that I spent as much time there as he did? It crossed my mind that it could be because he was there so often.
"Umm, yeah, I've been spending quite a bit of time working out there. Been a bit of a free time from classes this year," I explained quickly.
"Ah, cool. What are you studying?" Mark inquired with a low, bass voice. It was instantly attractive to my ears.
"Physical therapy. I'm working towards my senior year," I added, trying not to sound like a teenager.
"Cool, that's interesting. So, you're familiar with massages and that kind of stuff?" he asked casually.
Assuming he was merely being friendly, I voiced my confidence in my skills. "If you need massages, I can help you out. We could do it for free just for the practice," I blurted out, feeling a surge of excitement at my offer.
"So, how much do you usually charge for a massage?" he asked with a hint of playfulness.
"I don't have any experience as a professional masseuse, but we could work something out if you happen to need one," I replied, feeling insecure about my potent offer.
"Are you single?" Mark asked with a smirk, flicking his head slightly to gauge my response.
That question hit me like a ton of bricks. Suddenly, his meaning became clear. Mark was flirting with me, but was I?
"I'm not gay," I blurted nervously. Self-conscious about my response, I quickly asked, "And what about you? Do you have someone?"
He ignored my question and returned to his casual demeanor, not questioning the validity of my statement. Perhaps my answer was clear enough for him.
In an attempt to lighten the atmosphere, I asked, "What about you? Do you have a partner?" My question hung in the air, as Mark leaned back and stretched out comfortably. His enormous arms draped over the benches, taking up a significant amount of space.
I weighed my options: continue the conversation to avoid immediately leaving the sauna or fleeing forthwith and never coming back.
Without hesitation, Mark rose from his position and leaned over the heated stones to pour some essential oils; a cloud of steam quickly formed, filling the sauna with the refreshing scent of pine.
The moment he reached for the bottle, his towel fell to the floor. However, Mark did not show any surprise or embarrassment, just stood there unabashed in his nudity.
I couldn't believe it! I was witnessing his entire package, including his impressively enormous member. It was hanging down too, possessing a length of at least six inches, and it was so unfair. Men my age generally had half of that.
Although I was flabbergasted, I tried to remain calm and carry on the conversation. "Go ahead. I don't mind the scent."
Unfazed, Mark reached over the steaming stones and poured the oils into the vapor, filling the room with an invigorating aroma. But he didn't bend over to retrieve his discarded towel.
Mark's naked body presented a spectacular view: his muscular arms, broad chest, solid abs, and the incredible size of his genitalia. I felt jealousy well up inside me, but also curiosity and excitement. This encounter suddenly felt surreal and tantalizing.
Mark was like a male porn star, his body resembling Mr. Olympia champion, and his appearance similar to a movie star's. In a nutshell, Mark represented the complete embodiment of the popular idol type. So, if I needed to swerve toward being gay, Mark would be the man to do it.
Mark stood in front of me, embracing his nudity to the fullest, unapologetically. His chiseled body ought to make other people feel ashamed, but at the same time, they'd be in awe of his perfection. That's how I felt too. I was transfixed by the Greek god of flesh who showcased his eroticism, strength, and beauty. It was just those three elements.
When my mind fumbled and all I could do was gawk at the massive bulging muscles and the colossal dick, Mark gestured toward me and casually poured some oil on the stones before shifting his attention to me. With a predatory grin on his face, he smiled.
At that moment, it dawned on me that Mark had been making a play. Suddenly, a debilitating fear washed over me, although I wasn't certain about the reason. I speculated that his massive erection and physical prowess, which was enough to twist me into a human pretzel, along with his towering phallus, had something to do with my terror.
I involuntarily ceased breathing and just gazed at Mark, watching the smirk on his face soften slightly. His smile still possessed an air of dominance, but I believed that he intended me no harm.
My fear didn't stem from danger, but rather the unknown. It was linked to submission. It was about crossing the line from which there was no return. Simultaneously, I was afraid, yet... I desired it.
While I sat immobilized, Mark came forward and stood in front of me. He engulfed my entire visual field. I couldn't decide where to direct my gaze. Do I regard his gigantic genitalia, his intricately sculpted abdomen, or his handsome face? I opted for the latter.
"All right, Tony, how about we attempt those massages?" He asked, eyeballing me with intent, and I noticed that his pecs moved with his movement.
"Um, now? Where? In the sauna?" I stammered, bewildered.
Mark roared with laughter. "Don't worry so much. I'm not going to harm you. I'm aware you've been longing... let's say, to touch those muscles. I've detected your covert glances several times. I thought you're intrigued, hah! I find you appealing."
"But, but I'm... not gay," I muttered incoherently.
Mark laughed heartily. "That's okay. There's no shame in it. But if you're straight, then no issue."
"Wait!" I responded hastily, almost certain he was mocking me. "It's that... I've never been with another man, not even thought of it... until I saw you?"
"Get ready," he commanded with authority, causing my body to react before my mind connected the command with the action.
So, I stood up, and my face was level with his magnificent chest. Holy cow, his one pectoral muscle was bigger than my head.
Mark clasped my neck and yanked me closer. Man, every time he became more dominant, the more attractive he seemed. And I felt helpless. He held the reins.
With one hand, he held my neck, while with his other, he ripped off my towel. I didn't put up resistance, as though I had lost agency over my body.
"I guess your dick doesn't know that you're not gay," He said with amusement, peering around me at his tumescent manhood.
I glanced down, spotting my cock that was as hard as a baseball bat. Mark, however, made no comment about my meager length, which I took with some pride.
In contrast, his cock was noticeably more substantial, reaching a partially erect state. It looked intimidating if I'm being honest.
"Wow," I conceded.
Mark grinned and dragged me by my neck, tilting my head backward a bit. Then, he planted a kiss on my lips.
I was momentarily still, confused about how I should react to this new experience of being kissed by a man for the first time. His lips felt soft, despite being more firm than those of the girls I've kissed in the past. However, I was in the female role, which deepened my disorientation.
However, Mark ceased the kiss and smirked, showcasing his dominance once again.
"Do you fancy well-built men? Bodybuilders?" he inquired.
"Um, no... it's just you who got me interested in this," I softly responded.
I was sweating profusely, not because we were in a sauna. Mark's presence sparked in me something I'd never felt before.
"Aww, just me? That's adorable," he joked, continuing, "You can touch me, don't worry. I won't bite."
I giggled nervously. I nodded slightly and raised my hands to his massive chest.
Wow... his muscles were hard and dense even when he wasn't flexing. I could barely encase his pectorals with my hands, they were so firm. His skin was velvety and stretched tightly, coated with a thin layer of sweat. I moved my hands over his chest, kissing him even more sensually than I wanted, imagining all the people who might have done this to him before me. Maybe boys or girls? A person like Mark could have had countless followers in awe of his incredible body.
Mark allowed me to touch him and loosened his grip on my neck. He inhaled deeply and watched me from under narrowed eyes.
"Can you flex your pecs?" I asked.
"Of course," he said playfully.
He moved his arms slightly and, after a moment, pulled his chest in. His pectorals changed shape, growing in some spots, sinking a little in others, with visible striations between them. It was super impressive!
I squeezed his pecs, but couldn't get my hands even a millimeter inside his muscle.
"Yeah, squeeze it, Tony," he joked, smiling.
I attempted to squeeze his pecs in various ways, but all attempts failed. It was like trying to squeeze a steel slab or a piece of concrete.
"Wow, dude, you're so big," I whispered.
Mark flexed his chest a few times, shoving my hands away. His muscles slapped my palms. I couldn't believe that someone could move their pecs like that.
"Kiss my pecs," he told me, grabbing my neck again.
Mark pressed my face against his inflated chest while keeping hold of my neck. He wasn't rough, yet his size and strength made him far from tender. My face was pressed against his astonishing pecs, and I clung to his smooth, warm, sweaty skin with my lips.
I didn't waste any time in covering his chest with passionate kisses. Even though this was about as gay as it gets, I turned off my analytical side. I realized I wanted Mark to be pleased and do whatever he wanted. It made me feel like a small, submissive slut and brought a strange, warm sense of shame into my chest, accompanied by a tangible, rock-hard erection.
As I stroked his chest, Mark embraced me and ran his hands down my back. His hands cupped my buttocks and then parted them, touching a spot that no one had ever touched.
I moaned and squirmed, but Mark maintained his grasp on me. His index finger created circles around my tight asshole. I looked at him apprehensively and fearfully, and he smirked arrogantly.
"Relax, kid, I'm not going to hurt you... not today," he said huskily, teasing my anus one final time. "But we'll come back to it, don't doubt it."
I inhaled deeply and felt the intense heat overwhelm my body. The idea of Mark fucking me accentuated a mix of fear and excitement within me. On one hand, I was terrified and felt like a slut; on the other, the fact that someone had expressed such a blatant desire for me was intoxicating. No girl I've dated has ever made me feel like that.
"Now kiss my bicep," he demanded, raising his right arm.
He clenched his hand into a fist and bent his arm at the elbow. The gigantic bulge of his bicep appeared before my eyes. His arm was larger than my head, and the top of his bicep was comparable to his shoulder in terms of dominance. The circumference of his arm was undoubtedly beyond twenty inches. It was enormous!
Mark was pleased with the impression it made on me, but then raised his eyebrows meaningfully. I understood his previous command - he had issued an order, and I stopped, dumbfounded by the size of his bicep.
Promptly, I reached out for his arm and attempted to encircle his bicep with my hands. I could not accomplish it. My hands were too small, my fingers too short, or his arm was just too massive.
Mark lowered his arm and gripped my chin with his other hand. "Now kiss my bicep," he repeated.
I leaned in and started kissing his bicep whilst Mark observed me intently. It was like kissing rock formed from human flesh.
"It's so huge," I admitted.
"Hell yeah, it is, sweetheart," he replied, lowering his arm and releasing my neck. "I'll let you revere my muscles another day, but we're about done here."
I nodded and parted my lips unintentionally. Mark smirked and leaned to kiss me. Once more, his tongue slipped into my mouth, swiftly overpowering mine, pushing through and pressing at my palate. Holy cow, he was fucking my mouth with his tongue.
He encircled his strong arms around me and brought me closer. His hands began searching anew my ass, massaging and spreading it out. It was delightful.
Our bodies came together, and I felt his rigid member penetrate my abdomen. I moaned into his mouth and Mark withdrew his embrace.
"Sit down," he instructed, shoving me down by the shoulder. I instantly obeyed his command and gasped.
I instantly submitted, my attention focusing on the sight before me.
His cock...
His cock was now fully erect and massive, towering in front of my face. It was an incredible size, thick and long, with noticeable veins. I'd seen a few penises in real life, in locker rooms and such, and also in porn, but never one of Mark's magnitude. I'd also never been so close to one. Between his legs hung his testicles, equally impressive in size and fullness. The dude was equipped like a breeding bull.
Mark seized his cock's shaft with his right hand and directed it at my face. He proceeded to maneuver it back and forth, stroking it in my face.
"Look at me, Tony," Mark uttered.
I struggled to avert my gaze from that impressive sight, yet found myself gazing into his eyes. He loomed over me, towering like a colossus. When he glanced down, his pecs partially obscured his chin.
"You and your little hands on my big muscles stirred something else in me, too, sweetie," he asserted, still staring into my eyes. "Now, you're going to make me cum."
I nodded submissively. Although some facet of me, possibly my lingering heterosexuality, wished to object, it was too late for me to change my mind. Moreover, I wanted to. I wanted to satisfy Mark.
"Take it with your hands, Tony," he instructed in a low voice as he released his penis from his grasp. It immediately snapped upright.
I lifted my hands, their trembling detectable, and encircled the powerful shaft of his penis. I struggled to bend it down. An unintentional, effeminate moan escaped my mouth, and Mark reacted with contentment.
My hands, albeit small, had difficulty encompassing his member. The sheer size of it made me wonder if three more would be enough to embrace it fully. It was a giant!
"Okay, jerk me off a bit, darling," he requested, adjusting his stance.
I observed Mark in his dominant posture. He was a hulking figure, his biceps visible even when his shoulders relaxed. I had no option but to play the submissive admirer. As a skinny twink, I could only bow before his might.
The size difference between us naturally placed me in this role. It couldn't be otherwise. I fit the part of the submissive admirer as a natural consequence. A skinny peach like me was meant to revere and worship a superhuman alpha like him.
I slowly stroked his shaft with my hands, trying to offer some relief. Every now and then, a sizable droplet of pre-cum emerged from his head. I felt compelled to lick it. Wow, that was gay. However, did it make a difference? Probably not. For the moment, I had to put my thoughts on hold, as analysis and pondering could come later.
"Hmm? It isn't as difficult as you think," Mark remarked, his expression playful.
I giggled softly. "A single hand is all I need for mine. Yours, though, may require four," I murmured in a husky voice, staring deeply into his eyes.
My comment prompted a pleased response, but I couldn't help but feel like a slut. Submission was naturally engrained in me, something bestowed by the considerable disparity in our sizes. Mark was sitting atop a throne, his biceps prominently displayed, while I crouched before him. My admittance of his magnificence added to his already exorbitant sense of self-worth.
I longed to boast about such a colossal member, but I bit my tongue. It seemed irrelevant. After all, Mark, not me, possessed such a sizeable equipment. What was mine, a comparatively average length and girth? That sounded insignificant. But now, was it not mine too? Perhaps I had acquired it?
"You do a great job with your hands, dear boy. Now, let's see how skillful you are with your mouth," Mark asserted, observing me with satisfaction.
It wasn't just the realization that blowing a dick was gay that made me nervous, since I'd accepted that truth by this point. Instead, I feared I wouldn't be able to please Mark. I was afraid I'd let him down. The extent to which I'd immersed myself in this situation struck me when I had that thought. It wasn't a gradual descent into the water, but a headfirst plunge into the depths.
"Just understand that this is a first for me," I whispered shyly.
"Relax. Just pay attention to what I'm saying, and I think you'll do fine," Mark chuckled as he once again began to gently stroke his gigantic cock in front of my face.
"Okay," I murmured softly, parting my lips slightly.
"Wider, kiddo, much wider," he instructed, guiding his cockhead to my lips. It was solid and warm and huge as hell. I couldn't help but think, "Holy fuck!"
So I parted my lips as wide as I could. Mark was satisfied, smiling, and placed his left hand on the back of my head. He then gripped his impressive cock with his right hand and guided it towards my mouth.
He only slid in a few inches of his length, but the incredible girth instantly filled my entire face. I tried to remain calm, breathing through my nose to avoid gagging and accidentally biting him. Despite these difficulties, Mark was impressed by my efforts.
"Damn, you're one eager, submissive guy, Tony. I love men like you. We're going to have a lot of fun together, sweetie," he purred, his deep voice making me feel even more exhausted and unsettled.
I responded with a combination of slurping and moaning sounds. The only thing I could do was keep my mouth as wide open as possible. Mark then resumed thrusting his hips, slowly gliding in and out of me by an inch or so. His cock was forcefully spreading my mouth, gently scraping the entrance to my throat. Miraculously, it didn't hurt or feel uncomfortable - quite the opposite, in fact.
But it was incredibly exhilarating. I relished the sensation of a superhuman man using my body as a sex object. How striking it was that his inhumanly large cock wouldn't fit in my mouth. It was so large that it could likely lift me off the ground. It was incredible to witness the entrance to my throat being stretched by a train-like object.
"I think I'll give your face a bit of a fuck, Tony. But don't stress, I'll go easy. If it gets too intense, shoot me a signal," Mark said calmly and straightforwardly, as if explaining an activity to me.
"I understand," I breathed out, my insecurity briefly returning, but then I remembered something important and pulled out his cock. Confused, Mark regarded me.
"Tony, can you jerk off while you're doing this?" I asked meekly, feeling my shame overwhelm me. But I reasoned that this was a valid inquiry.
Mark burst into laughter. "My god, Tony, you've definitely embraced that submissive role, haven't you? I would never deny my partners an orgasm," he replied, then winked at me with a predatory grin. "But I'm glad you asked, that was so polite... and obedient. I like it."
"Thank you," I agreed, fully embracing my submissive role.
"You're making me incredibly horny, sweetheart. Now open your mouth. Really open it. Like that," Mark instructed as he held my jaw with his left hand. Using his right hand, he brought his behemoth cock back to my mouth.
We made eye contact as he held me under my chin. The intimacy felt stunning. How rapidly I'd transitioned from being heterosexual to falling for this guy was mind-blowing. Or perhaps I'd never truly been straight?
"You're doing great, Tony," Mark remarked proudly, keeping a firm grip on my head. With one hand, he thrust his mighty hips and inserted his massive cock deep into my mouth.
He then relinquished his grip on his cock and held me only by the top of my head. This made me feel protected, which ironically contrasted with the feeling of being a submissive.
His left hand was at his side. He emanated dominance as he watched his muscles work to shove his giant cock down my throat. With each plunge, the tip of his cock widened the opening to my throat, even though it seemed impossible that he could get it any deeper, and he patiently did so.
"That's it, Tony. You're doing great. Are you positive this is your first time?" he questioned, admiring my performance. "With more practice, you might be able to deepthroat ten inches of my dick. You're a natural, baby."
Ten inches? Oh my God! What a humongous cock! Hearing the actual size of his member made it appear even more colossal. However, this made sense, given that a powerfully built man should have a similarly enormous penis.
In response to Mark's instructions, I concentrated on breathing through my nose and relaxing my jaw and neck as much as possible. Drenched in sweat, both myself and Mark were burning up, but it made no difference. All that mattered was Mark and his pleasure. There was a faint acknowledgment in the back of my mind that after this was over I would have the biggest gay freak imaginable, but for now that didn't matter either.
Since requesting his permission to masturbate, all I did was grip my erection. It was so hard it almost hurt, but I knew that only a few movements of my hand would be necessary to reach orgasm. However, I didn't want to finish before Mark. Firstly, he had to cum... in my mouth? This notion took me by surprise, but at this point I was ready.
I glanced at Mark who had slightly shifted and was now staring over his shoulder at the door. What the hell?! Then I heard him bark, "What the fuck are you looking at! Close the door and get the fuck out of here!"
Oh my god! Someone had seen us! And then I realized that Mark had positioned himself in front of me to shield me from being seen. And he had chased that person away! Wow, he was so sexy and assertive! And protective like that!
"Don't worry, he didn't see you. Now get ready, I'm about to cum... in your mouth?" he added. Mark roared and sped up his movements.
I simply released a quiet moan. His dick was thrusting deeper into my esophagus than before. It would have been painful if I hadn't been so horny. From in front of me, I watched as Mark's glistening torso and those powerful muscles rippled under his skin. Mark latched onto my head with both hands and rammed his massive dick down my throat.
Then I began cumming, although I hadn't moved my hand on my cock. I just grasped it tightly. It started spurting cum all over my thighs, the floor, and probably Mark's shoes. He didn't even seem to notice.
He let out a deep growl and aggressively shoved his ginormous cock into my throat. Despite his dominant behavior, he remained gentle. If he had intended to do so, he could have easily killed me with his cock and his superhuman strength. But he only maneuvered his cock into only a third of my mouth.
"Here it comes, kid! I'm about to cum. And I always cum a lot, kid," he warned me. Mark gnashed his teeth and pounded away.
I emitted a muffled moan. His dick plunged into my throat, thrusting deeper than before. It hurt if I hadn't been so damn turned on. I felt with my eyes how Mark's torso glistened with sweat and his muscles moved under his skin. Mark grabbed my head with both hands and forcefully plunged his monstrous cock into my throat.
I began cumming, yet I hadn't moved my hand from my rock-hard dick. I simply squeezed it with my fingers. It responded by pumping cum everywhere, soaking my thighs, the floor, and respectably, Mark's shoes. However, he didn't seem to care.
"Fuck, here I come, kid!" Mark grunted. He let out a loud groan.
His dick plunged into my throat as deeply as possible, and his chiseled stomach tensed like stone. His dick's girth increased incredibly.
And then he cummed spectacularly. I felt something splash into the back of my throat and flow down my throat. It seemed like his cum had been soaking me from the inside out. After a moment, Mark's dick exploded again, pushing partway out of my throat as he slightly withdrew it. I swallowed his cum obediently, understanding how much of it needed to be swallowed.
"Yeah! Take all that cum, kid! Take it all!" Mark growled.
He showed no signs of stopping and his dick erupted again. Although I tried to immediately swallow, there was so much of it mixed with the previous load that I choked slightly. Mark then removed his cockhead from my mouth, allowing the remaining two powerfully ejaculated loads to fall on my face. He completely flooded my face with his cum, then grabbed his cock with his right hand and jerked it fiercely, splattering me with small droplets. He branded me as his.
"Ah, fuck yeah!" he exclaimed, panting heavily.He locked his hands on his hips and eyed me. His now slightly softer dick was still frighteningly large. I reached out and touched my face with my hand, scraping some of the cum off with my fingers and shoving it into my mouth. Mark's eyes widened and he smiled.
"You're quite the naughty boy, aren't you? You can't get enough," he said approvingly.
He moved his pinkies under my armpits and lifted me up with surprising ease.
I felt incredibly secure in his arms."Did you enjoy it?" he inquired.
"It was amazing," I replied softly.
Mark beamed in pride and returned to kiss me. Instruction: His tongue dominated my mouth once again, leaving no room for mine. I gasped into his mouth, feeling like an obedient little slut. His fingers slid back between my cheeks and entered my hole.
He wasn't joking about those massages, Tony. Next time I'll give you a massage, and you'll receive one where it's the tightest - from the inside. You'll adore it, but I recommend working on that area beforehand and stretching it a little. It'll be crucial, he told me.
His face lit up with a wide grin when he saw my apprehensive expression. He gently rubbed my butt with his strong hands, then lifted it off the ground before setting it down gently but not letting go.
"Alright, Mark, I'll go ahead and do it," I said, naturally adopting a submissive position. It became a reflex.
"Good boy." He planted another kiss on my lips, before letting go and fetching his towel. "Catch you later, love."
He exited the sauna nakedly, not showing the slightest concern about getting caught that way. He left me there, wet, exhausted, still coated in his cum, my throat sore.
And he made me gay. Oh my goodness!
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