maturedadsandmen:destin-friends:WELL FUCK ME DADDY…WOOF! He stood in front of me, doffed his
maturedadsandmen:destin-friends:WELL FUCK ME DADDY…WOOF! He stood in front of me, doffed his cap, pulled his tight shirt off over his head and replaced the cap on top of his head. Not only did the absence of his shirt show off the ripped-for-his-age chest that I’d come to know so intimately and made my mouth start to water, but it highlighted the prominent bulge in his sweatpants that the tail of his shirt had been partially concealing. He had a look of anticipation in his eyes.“You sure it’ll hold me?” I asked, as I slipped my shorts and briefs down my legs.A sly grin played upon his face, fighting for dominance with the lustiness that was already there. “Oh yeah,” He said as he reached out to tug on the straps hanging from the A-frame with one hand to prove it to me and massaged his bulge with the other. “You’ll be fine. And once I’m in you, you’ll be MORE than fine.”Although I was apprehensive to do this, my need to make him happy made me willing to try. He helped me climb in and suspend myself from the straps we’d both been using to do squats and bicep exercises on fifteen minutes earlier…my feet hooking into the handles and me wrapping my hands into the two straps near where they were attached to the A-frame.Laying my body as horizontally as it would go and looking at him, it was a huge turn-on. He stood there, now with his hand in his sweatpants, stroking himself with full abandon and his tongue sticking part of the way out of his mouth like he was lost in some sort of horny trance.“You gonna let me in on the action or is the inside of your sweatpants gonna be getting the best of your stroking?” I egged him on, becoming more turned on by the sight of this muscular guy in his late 50s getting ready to fuck me in a way we’d never fucked before.He smirked at me and started pushing his pants down. “Alright, buddy. You wanted it? You’re going to get it!”The moment his hard cock popped free, my asshole twitched. I didn’t feel nervous or apprehensive anymore about the position I was in on something that I wasn’t sure was sturdy enough to handle both my weight and the punishment of a horndog like Gary pounding away on my ass. All I felt was the need for him to be inside me.“Hurry up and give it to me,” I almost pleaded with him. “This is the REAL workout I always look forward to when we’re together.”He spit in his hand and started slicking up his cock, mixing his saliva with the precum he was already starting to leak. “Don’t worry, baby. I always make sure my favorite client gets the kind of workout that he pays me for.”“God, that cock…” I moaned and threw my head back. The waiting truly was the hardest part.Even though everyone made fun of me for being his client, because how could a guy Gary’s age possibly help train someone 20 years his junior? I took their teasing as good-naturedly as I could. They had no idea just how fit Gary was.As I felt his saliva-covered fingers penetrate my eager hole to get me ready, I brought my head back up and looked into his eyes. “You ready for me, baby?”“Since the minute I walked in the door.”He leaned in to give me a quick, but passionate and tongue-powered kiss before pulling back and preparing to sink his cock into me.It certainly pays to be Gary’s last client of the day. And I never mind staying past closing time for the special workouts we both have come to look forward to so much. -- source link