Love Big Boys: "Gym Buddy"

"You got me sweating like never before," Roy told me. "Gonna make me have a fucking heart attack."

My good buddy Roy, the retired police chief, showed he still had it at 63 as he was on the elliptical showing out.

"Max speed baby, or high resistance," I said as I jogged on the treadmill. "Gotta compensate for where you lack to get the burn, baby. Max speed or high resistance."

The bubbly Roy woke one morning to email me while I was at sea. He stated how Angela, his longtime wife, complained about his snoring, and advised of a few remedies with one being working out.

"When you get back here, I wanna do more than fuck," he messaged me.

I was only underway on my ship for a month as we participated in an exercise, but this was the norm for us, for I'd come back into town, then come inside of him after the long hiatus.

"Angela is threatening to make me sleep on the couch," he added in the email. "I wanna hit the gym!"

Roy had photos in his home of when he was a young, studly cop, with muscles bulging from everywhere. The gym seemed to be the perfect answer for the chub to improve himself, along with a fixed diet, to keep him from sleeping on the couch.

"I'm serious," he messaged a week later.

I returned on a Sunday morning, and had the day off the following day, so I texted Roy at 3:30 a.m.

"Get dressed," I said to him.

He would, and I drove to his place to pick him up so we could change his life. I made him a guest on this visit, and we did a tour of the facility, then inspections on equipment to kill his anxiety.

"We always start cardio when I work out," I told him, and we found an elliptical right beside a treadmill where I could run, and monitor him.

"Keep pushing, big boy," I told him after a few minutes.

Roy was arrogant when he first started by stating the machine was too easy, and wouldn't make him sweat. He sped up his pace, and turned up the resistance to get drenched not even five minutes into it.

"Too easy," I joked as his gray hair turned dark, and face was shiny.

"Fuck you," he uttered in response.

He wouldn't stop, but slowed down enough to where I would take a glance at that fine ass of his while it shuffled in his tight shorts. I looked around in the empty gym to slap it a couple of times.

"You bastard," he countered as he took a swipe at me.

I was being playful, yet loved the sight of that moon jiggling the way it did, his little caricature of a shaky onion that was a handful if not handled carefully.

I had to think back to when Roy and I first crossed paths a year prior at MJ's, a bar in Norfolk.

"Young lad, you are one handsome motherfucker," he said to me with his wedding ban clear as day.

I had a long day on the ship, and wasn't necessarily looking to get laid, but he was persistent to get involved with me, going as far as to say he was ready to get fucked for the first time.

"I've been playing with toys," he said unabashedly.

I laughed before telling him what I had between my legs was far from a toy.

"But it loves to be played with," I advised.

"Then let me play with it," he said as he got closer, then subtly grabbed my junk.

I had a cocktail, then took him to my apartment to teach him to be the bonafide bottom he would become by showering with him, helping him cleanse, having him suck me, and me bending him over my couch that fateful day to receive a cock in his ass for the first time. He'd become addicted and wanted me at least once a week, with the only times he was denied, being when duty called for me to be in the middle of the sea. I became his sexual outlet, and he was another notch on my belt for I loved older, chunky guys, with Roy being top notch as they come.

"I don't think I could've ever done this with any other guy," he told me after 35 minutes on the machine.

He was vulnerable while being red in the face, and extremely exhausted. I was done running, and began to stretch my appendages in a cool off, then he'd join me, thinking we were finished for the day.

"I ain't no spring chicken, Travis," he told me as we wiped off the machines.

I told him we were headed to the weights to tone up those delicious looking tits of his.

"I ain't doing no weights," he said as he seemed a bit intimidated.

I reminded him of his goal, and that he looked good being all sweaty to where I had to keep my hard on invisible (I wore loose shorts, so). Hearing that made him smile when we made it over to the weight bench.

"I haven't lifted a bar in so long," he told me as I put the plates on.

I demonstrated with 225, showing him the proper technique while he spotted me, and teased me constantly.

"Daddy could teabag you right here," he said as I pushed up the weight.

I got a whiff of that "daddy funk" and my dick was bouncing.

"You're doing the same weight," I told him.

"The hell I am," he said when I finished my last rep. "You're 35 years old, kid, and I now have grandchildren to keep up with."

I got off the bench, then removed the plates for him to do 45 on each side. I spotted him after making sure the cuff of my shorts touched the top of his forehead.

"I can smell those balls," he said after the second rep.

Roy reiterated he still had it as those arms were bulging, and his chest seemed to tighten with those nipples pointed upward in that fitted shirt. He finished his set, then bounced up like an overzealous kid, and smiled at me before telling me how he would blow me later. I did my second set, and we went back and forth until we finished four sets, then headed for arm curls.

"Fuck that, Trav," he told me as I grabbed 50s. "50 lbs., on each arm, at the same time is ridiculous."

"You just don't want to work that jerking arm," I joked as I got started.

I listened to his jabs while I did one arm at a time, and showed off in the mirror while he stood there.

"You've got bigger arms than I thought," he said to me.

"You were too busy worrying about my cock to notice," I replied as I continued the reps slowly.

He'd sit after grabbing two 15s, and I chided him, telling him how he easily pushed up 110 lbs., just a few minutes ago.

"It's not about the weight, it's about the repetitions, young one," he told me.

He did his set, and we went back and forth three more times until we had a water break.

"I'm not wearing underwear," he whispered in my ear.

"I could tell," I replied as he tried to get fresh. "You lucky we ain't headed to the shower. I will dice you right now, chief."

He giggled for he knew it was true, and even entertained us doing it in the shower until he realized we didn't have any of the essentials we needed.

I looked at the front entrance to see a couple of muscle bound guys walk into the gym.

"I'll bet they're gonna fuck in the shower," he whispered to me.

"You hear me?"

I gave him a glance in his eyes before reminding him we still had work to do.

"Fuck this. Let's go to your place, I'm super horny," he said.

I chuckled, then mentioned the butterfly machine.

"Travis honey, I'm serious, you've got me so damn worked up. Lemme get on my knees to suck that cock," he said as he rubbed my arm.

I loved it when he begged for it, but I wanted to help keep him in his own bed each night. We walked over to the machine to work those pecs, with me reminding him that although his tits were quite succulent, they needed to be stiffened.

"There's nothing wrong with my tits," he said. "You like 'em."

"And I do, but again, the couch sucks compared to the bed," I told him before demonstrating.

I did light weight, then alluded to him as he would do the same while looking me in the eye. He made his chest flap and I'd see his nipples shuffling back and forth as he smiled at me. He wasn't taking it seriously as he just wanted to get me off, teasing me by licking his lips while he was working it. I wouldn't do a set as he did 30 reps back to back, then wiped off the machine before directing us to my truck.

"Take me home so you can work me out," he said as we walked to the front entrance.

As we were leaving, the sun was coming up with people coming in to start their grind. We climbed into the truck for me to cut on the engine while he raised the arm console and decided to suck this sweaty, salty dick.

"Not another minute?"

"Not another damned minute," he said as he glazed me until we pulled into my complex.

I tapped the back of his head when we made it to my parking spot, then we rushed out of the truck as he tried to run up the stairs to show that big botty wiggling as he ascended. I slapped it a few times, while caring less if anyone was watching, and wanting nothing more than to dig into that funkbox of his after he got me worked up on the butterfly machine. He had the door key, but struggled to open the door, but I was close to grind this hard cock of mine on the crack of his ass. He finally got it open and walked inside shortly after, and we didn't waste any time getting undressed as we took off, and tossed clothes in the living room and the kitchen.

"Get on your fucking knees," I told him not even two minutes after we opened the front door.

I realized I didn't slam it shut being so turned on, so I slammed it, and jogged back to the living room to see this ornery chub bitch bending at the knees by my coffee table. I ran my hands through his thick gray hair as the scent of two well-spent men filled the room. He submitted to serve me, taking that bearded mouth to my cock to make me savor his pull, before his tongue painted my balls.

"I love the way you taste, baby," he said as I crouched over his face.

I showed my prowess in the gym by dipping up and down, with him under me, taking the teabag he alluded to earlier, and causing me to precum all over the floor.

"Taste your ass baby," he begged.

I became upright before directing him to go to the bedroom instead.

"Get the lube, and report back here," I told him.

I stroked myself as the precum was oozing frantically, my seed just draping the carpet like the syrup it was. He came flopping back with a big grin on his face, and rubbed some of the liquid in his ass, before he handed me the tube.

"Stroke it for me," I ordered, and he did, placing the liquid in the palm of his right hand to rub it on my stick while we tongue kissed.

"You've got me so turned on," he said before he kneeled to all fours.

He put his face on the carpet, and propped his ass in the air while pulling his cheeks apart to show off that gash.

"You've been tinkering with it," I asked before I fingered him.

"No baby, its still swollen from the last beating it took," he said before he started whimpering.

I'd been gone out to sea, and Roy, a retired police chief, had connections to where he could've been filled while I was gone.

"Watching you on that damned elliptical had me hard," I told him as I stroked my cock with my right hand. "And that damned butterfly machine....."

Right then, I crawled forward and punched my cock inside while he gasped.

"All that damned jelly," I said to him as his ass vibrated, and his hole clamped onto my entire stick since I was all the way inside.

"And you ain't been giving it up while I was out?"

"No Travis. Baby, this hole is all yours," he said as I shifted my hips.

I was all the way inside, weaving my lower body from side to side for my hard cock to parade l around the depth of his hole. I could feel the "flap" inside, and kept tapping it as that made him shiver, and precum from what I could tell when I did a reach around.

"I knew you'd go deep," he cried out. "I even cleaned up for you, just in case."

Roy was a dirty slut who was always "prepared," it seemed. I kept weaving as he breathed deeply with me massaging the "spot," then pulled out, to hear his hole belch before I plowed him, and watched those cheeks vibrate. I commenced pounding Roy for he begged to get nailed, with me chiseling this dick in different directions of his hole. I was on my knees digging away at his cunt while he moaned for all of the complex to hear, my dick churning away at his "innocent gash" until it creamed at my base.

"Fucking liar, you gave this pussy away when I was gone," I told him before pumping harder.

I loved giving it to Roy as he took it well. He continuously "came" the more I swiped at his spot, and couldn't stop moaning for I just had the magic touch.

"Sweet daddy ass is loose now," I said. "But oh so warm and creamy."

"Were you ready for me? Did you really wanna go to the gym so you could get fucked?"

I was now crouched over him, and digging in at different angle to allow my cock to hit that prostate directly. He began to scream, not because of any pain, but because I drilled the exact spot that gave the most gratification.

"Travissssssssssssssssss," he cried each time he let out a nut. "I can't stop coming!"

I was intoxicated with all the noise he was making whether it was his mouth, or his ass. I dug in deep as his hole seemed to clench better in this position of me being an oil driller. Pound after pound, after pound, after pound, until he squeezed my shaft at the right point for me to fill him deep, my cum washing away in his guts as it was supposed to happen. I wailed myself as I emptied my balls in his rectum, then pushed down on his back to get up, before wobbling over to my couch.

"Holy fuck that was hot," he said to me as he laid on his side, facing me.

"Think you'll snore tonight," I asked.

He laughed.

"Honey, if this will help me stay off the couch, then I'm all for it," he said before we both giggled.

I took a moment to look at the beautiful bottom, and realized Roy was just a good friend. He didn't care about sleeping on his couch, for he loved his wife, but had been attached to her for so long. He really wanted the gym for himself, and not just for jollies, but because he wanted to regain the sexy he claimed he lost. I let him know he was beautiful inside and out, and regardless if he lost the weight, I was still bringing him this dick to take care of.

"Fat or not, you're too hot," I quipped as that made him blush.

We ended up taking a shower together to release our sexual funk, then got dressed, and I would take him home where he contemplated the next "gym session."