September 27th, 2024
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Description: I love to workout and I like having a fit body. It seems to be something of a boy magnet as well. The little guys just love my bulging pecs, and I love seeing their eyes go wide when I strip my shirt off. Most of them haven’t seen a man built like me in real life. The first thing they want to do is touch me. Like I said, “boy magnet.” Of course, when you have a fetish for pint sized bottoms, like I do, you want to be strong enough to sweep them off their feet. I like lifting them up under their arms and kissing them with their legs dangling. That shows them who's in charge and, if they are really into being used by big men like me, it starts weaving that spell in their minds of being powerless in my grasp. Of course it’s even better to pick them up with their legs folded up around their chest, their ass spread open and then plant them on my fat cock. Talk about eyes going wide. Of course, being spread open by a dick as large as mine is a challenge for little guys with tight holes. There is usually some moaning, squealing, but they aren’t going anywhere but down to my balls and their squirming just helps it slide in easier. Damn, that’s hot! Even as strong as I am, though, I can only hold them up for so long. Even the smallest ones give my biceps a workout. Exercise turns me on even more, though. Whether I’m doing bicep curls with a boy on my cock, or just calisthenics by myself, there is just something about exercise that makes me horny. Maybe it’s the endorphins racing through my veins, or the scent of testosterone in my sweat. A workout just gets me going. It’s always nice to have a boy to relieve that excess energy, especially if he’s working out with me. A cute boy is even cuter with his sleek body glistening with sweat and his pits and crotch smelling musky. A lot of times I can get into a little guy’s pants the first time in my fitting room. It’s easy enough to get them naked without raising any red flags and I have the perfect excuse to run my hands over their sexy bodies. By that time, I’m more than halfway into their sweet asses. The tricky thing is how to get them back again if I want some more. Usually, there is just an appointment for measurements and another for the fitting. Sometimes, I don’t actually get their shorts off until their second visit. That’s another time where my chiseled physique comes in handy. With a little guy rubbing his hands all over my chest clearly starstruck by my fit body, it’s easy to offer to teach them how to work out. Of course, what young guy doesn’t want his own super hero body. It’s also the perfect excuse for him to keep coming back to see his tailor again. And again. A boy only needs one suit but personal training requires regular visits for months, or longer. Actually, I didn’t need to use that ploy with Lucas. He was mine from the first moment he walked into my studio. He took one look at me and he was putty in my hands. I took one look at him and knew I wanted him more than any boy I’ve had in a while. I try to keep my options open. A boy for every day of the week wouldn’t be too many, even if I’m not that lucky. What can I say? I’m a horndog that can’t keep his hands out of these cute boy’s pants. I’ll say, I fell hard enough for Logan to give him my door code when he started coming over regularly. We had a date, but a fitting ran late at the studio and I couldn’t leave him sitting on the doorstep. Like I say, though, I enjoy working out with my boys, and fucking them after I get them hot and sweaty. Logan wasn’t opposed to working out, it was a nice bonding thing between the two of us, and it was still a good excuse for him to be over at my house so often, if we needed one. Last Saturday, he was over at the house and we got into our workout routine. We haven’t been doing it long and it’s still tough for him at some points. He pushes himself hard, though. I’ve told him that getting a body like mine takes time. Part of it is genetics, too, and some guys will never get there. The truth is, though, I don’t want him too ripped. I like my boys slim and graceful. And light enough to pick up! Still, a lot of the time, I have to tell him he’s had enough before he will stop. We were doing sit ups. Well, he was doing sit ups, while I was holding his feet down. Other than holding myself in a plank position over a boy with my cock in his hole making him do push ups and fuck himself onto my dick with his upstroke, situips are one of my favorite exercises. I’m kneeling there with him stretched out in front of me, knowing that anytime I want to, I can just push his knees apart, shuck his pants off, and pounce on him. I could tell he was reaching his limit, though, so stopped him and he raised up to a seated position. I was on my knees, wearing my compression pants, already chubbed up, of course, and my cock was right in front of his face. I could tell he was practically drooling. He didn’t just reach out and grab it, though, even if I didn’t mind if he did. Some boys will practically leap into my arms. I know Logan wants to get fucked as bad as any of them, but he waits for me to make the first move. I don’t know if he’s just naturally submissive or if he still feels insecure around me. I started stroking his sweaty shirt, thinking I might just press my face in it and huff his scent as soon as I got off of him. That gave him permission to tentatively reach up to stroke my swelling cock. It didn’t take long to have my pants down and my throbbing cock in his mouth. He is so damn irresistible looking up at me with his mouth full of dick. I moan extra loud, just to let him know he’s doing it right. I can feel myself leaking precum onto his tongue, knowing he can taste me before it trickles down into his tummy. Pretty soon I’m totally pumped up and ready to shoot my load deep in his other end. Before I breed my boy, though, I’m going spread those slim legs wide open and give this little guy the long hard fuck his hungry hole, and my hard cock, needs.
