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Locker Room Suck Service As I headed back to the locker room after a stint in the gym's steam room, I caught sight of a hunky young stud working out in the weight room. What attracted me to him was his apparent hairiness as he sat on the bench curling some dumb-bells. I must have been on slut-overload that night because when the dark-haired stud looked up and saw me standing in the doorway let my towel drop to floor and sucked my finger into my mouth to let him know what I was willing to do for him. The stud grinned back at me, looked around, and then indicated with a nod of his head that I was to follow him. He led me into what appeared to be the equipment room, closed the door behind us, and then back against with a cocky grin on his face. "I'm guessing," he said, "that you'd like to replace that finger you were sucking on with something capable of feeding you three days' worth of pent-up balljuice." "Yes, Sir," I answered, wanting him to know that I was a submissive cockwhore. "'Sir,' huh?" he smirked. "Sounds like you need to get down on your knees and crawl for what you want. Do it, slave! Now!" I obeyed his order with a whimper and soon found myself inches away from his crotch, his growing bulge now close to my cock-hungry mouth. "You like what you see?" he asked me with a masterful grin as he peeled his sweat-shirt up over his head and revealed a chest thickly matted with dark, black hair. "Yes, Sir," I moaned as I reached up and ran my hand through his intoxicating chest-fur. "Then get down to it, whore!" he ordered. "I haven't got all night, y'know." Turned on by his off-handed roughness, I quickly tugged at the faded gym shorts, yanking them down in one big pull. I'd already determined that he was a bear of a man but then, focusing on the huge hunk of thick cock that hung between his legs, I thought to myself that he had to be at least half horse as well. I grabbed his thick shaft in my hand, aimed his fat cock-head at my mouth, and started choking his huge fuckpole down my throat. The massive mantool expanded in both length and thickness as I sucked it eagerly, and I had to force myself to breath so I didn't suffocate on it. All the while that I blew him I ran my hands over his fabulously hairy body, alternating from beefy hairy legs to his thickly-coated stomach to his massive chest, where I was able to feel a considerable muscular development beneath the coating of coarse, black fur. Somehow, I managed to take the entire huge shaft of this monster organ into my face. My nose was pressed into his thick and heavily-aromatic pubic bush. "Time to fuck that whore-throat of yours the way it should be fucked," he growled as he grabbed my head began fucking my face like there was no tomorrow, first pulling his foot-long horse-cock out to its massive cockhead and then slamming it back in so hard that it felt like my throat would burst. I loved having him abuse me this way. His huge bull-sized balls hung low and each time he pistoned into me, the big sperm-makers bounced against my neck. On the one hand I wanted this to last forever, but I was also anxious for him to blast his load down my gullet. "That's it, cocksucker," he moaned as I realized that my wish would soon come true. "Getting close. Gonna fucking drown you with a load and a half!" True to his word, he grabbed my head tighter, rammed his horse-cock one more time down my throat and then started to shoot like a fucking bull! I could hardly keep up with what he was pumping into me. I swallowed like mad, but his mammoth organ just kept spewing its contents like a fire-hose, one throbbing pulse after another. The amount I couldn't swallow started to dribble out the corners of my mouth and he pulled out to allow several more ropes of cum to splatter all over my face and tits, and into my open, sperm-hungry mouth. With one final jerk he deposited the last wad of his thick, slimy manseed onto the tip of my still-outstretched tongue. Then, without a word, he hitched up his gym shorts, put his sweat-shirt back on, and then left. I stayed there on my knees, savoring the feel and smell of the thick sperm-wads that still coated my mouth and tongue. Then, with a slight moan of pleasure, I gulped it all down, content in the fact that I now knew where I could find this hairy stud whenever I wanted to. |
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