I work-out in my garage often with my bench press and a multi-exercise unit - a gym is too much for me. I keep the garage door open part way to let in fresh air and light, although doing so sometimes attracts a neighbor to see what's cooking. I had always covertly hoped it would land me a work-out/fuck buddy. The only person ever indicating interest in even working out was Mike, a neighbor from a few doors up, but he never followed up. We were acquaintances, but not really friends. He is about 5'8", 160 lbs, petite, but built well. He is a roughneck who works as a roofer and although not a drop dead stud, had a sexy butch style. He always seemed dead straight, so I harbored no gay expectations. One afternoon I saw him walking by and I waved. I kept pumping iron and moved on to the leg press. A short time later, Mike walked up wearing a pair of white sweats and was purely shirtless. "Hey, I came over to see if I could work out with you", he said, "Do you mind?". Do I mind?, I was amazed at how he looked without his shirt. He had a well tanned lightly haired chest and stout arms. His ass was tight like a peach and his package showed well through his sweats. I immediately got turned on. "Yeah Mike, I'm just about done myself, I'll spot you", I mustered while spotting his forms. He dropped to the floor and did some warm up exercises while I finished up my leg workout. Hhe seemed to know what he was doing. "Where is your wife Traj?", he asked. "She works in the evenings", I replied. "You lucky fuck", he said smiling , "I bet you sit around here flogging your stick on the internet the whole time". He always had some wise crack like that. He laid back on my weight bench as I set up the weights. I stood behind the bar and guided it down with him to lifting position. I could see his cock laying straight to one side through his sweats. He was sweaty and sticky from working all day and I could smell his pungent body odor. His upper torso was gleaming with moisture as it flexed and stretched. I was getting turned on, and was starting to show it. I wanted so badly to go down and swim in his manhood. He stopped, asking for more weights. I bent down and picked up a few more discs and placed them on the bar then got back behind him to spot. "You have a nice looking body Traj, your working out is paying off", he remarked. Boing! Then I caught him glancing at my package just inches from his face. His eyes rolled back down and he grabbed the bar. Guilty of the same, I was eyeing his loose sweats draping low on his stomach. His hair that made a nice trail down into them. His bud was poking up lifting the waist line up off of his skin, creating a gap just enough to see into. "Yeah, I try to get out here as often as I can.", I said, "Muscles keep the wife interested in sex". "Ahh, is she much into fucking?" he asked. I hesitated at the question, but I answered, "Yeah, but she is a little old-fashioned about it." Playing him now I elaborated, "She doesn't take it up the ass or give blow-jobs much." Mike laughed again and smiled. "Hmmm, anal sex, my wife won't do it either", he said, "too bad, 'cause sinking it deep in the A-hole really rocks!" I just smiled as my bar raised another inch. He went on to say, "My wife is a frigid little bitch, I hardly ever get any. Some people have safe sex, all I have is self sex", he said with a laugh. I was rocked at this point. He finally put the bar up on the rack and rested for a second, looking up at my bulging package with a smirk. It was so obvious that I was poised to spew excuses as to why my cock was sticking straight out as his face. He took note asking, "Are you getting turned on by something? Eyeing his massive tent, I confidently replied "No more turned on than you are". Synergy. He reached down and palmed his rod, pushing it down until it made a slight popping sound and started stroking it over his sweats. I felt compelled to do same, as he looked up at me under his brow. Looking down on this sweaty guy stroking his meat in my garage I asked him, "Have you ever had sex with a guy before Mike?" He replied, "Once, a log time ago--high school, well maybe twice". It was do or die for me now. "Well man, this ain't high school, but do ya wanna rock?" I asked. Saying nothing, he reached up and rubbed my cock and I swelled slightly. He stood up against me preceding to rub my cock some more and we kissed for a moment, before I thought to shut the garage door. Returning, he had swung his hard meat out of his sweats. I dropped to my knees and started licking the wet sticky juices off the head of his seven inch shaft, while grasping his balls with my hand. He shuddered for a second and let out a sigh. His groin gyrated slightly as he grabbed my skull tightly and began thrusting himself into my mouth. He was an anxious little buck, fucking my face fast and hard. I hardly had the chance to suck and lick as he pumped his tool down my throat with force and persistence. He was salty with sweat and juices from a long day at work, and I couldn't get enough. I was rubbing his chest and tits, pinching him sharply. I moved my hands down around his tight firm ass - it was perfectly shaped and formed to fit in my palms. He finally backed off a bit, allowing me to savor his rod, licking and cosseting his balls in my mouth. His cock was getting juicier and tighter, and he suddenly pulled Back, spraying his warm cum all over my face and mouth. I slurped and licked his shaft clean before standing up and kissing him smearing the remaining juice in his mouth with my tongue. He looked Me in the eye and asked "Will you fuck me in the ass? - I really want it". "I never thought I'd hear you say that Mike", I responded. He got up on the bench and laid on his stomach while I fumbled to find lube. Finding none, I smeared some spit on my cock. His hands gripped the rack, as I started wetting his hole with my fingers. His ass cheeks were tight and hard, making me reel with anticipation. "C'mon man, give me your cock, give it to me dude", I slowly probed his sphincter with my bud and thrust deep into his tight nest. I almost came at first push, his tight little ass felt so damned good. He let out a deep yelp and gripped the rack harder. Once I bottomed out, I paused for a moment then began fucking him at a moderate pace to keep from blasting into him too early. An odor of shit filled the air and I looked down to see that this had become a dirty deed. He was moaning in concert with the squeaking bench. The friction of his pasty shitty hole must have hurt but he seemed to be getting into it. "Harder, give it to me harder dude, harder - c'mon!", he moaned. I clenched his torso and began slamming his hole as hard and fast as I could. I had never fucked a guy this hard before and it was hard. I finally grabbed the rack for better leverage. Then his words became "Ooww, easy, ohhh yeah...yeah - give it to me dude, give it to me harder, oh yeah! wait ..easy man". His pedantic moaning and groaning evolved to a panting murmur of ecstasy and pain. I noticed he was bleeding, but he wasn't asking me to stop. His asshole finally loosened up with the blood and my pre-cum juices. He then bucked for a second and blew his own load on the bench. He was howling and squirming away from my thrusts at times when I hit him too hard. I felt my load coming and held my head closed tight keeping my boiling hot juices at bay as long as possible. With a couple last thrusts, I exploded into his hole, jamming him into the rack. "Aaahhh, Ooohhhh", he moaned". I continued pumping him slowly for a bit longer with my slimy dirty limp cock, squeezing out my last loads as the warm flow of cum and blood running down onto our balls took us down. He was precious. He rolled over and I cleaned his stomach and cock again with my flickering tongue--I love the taste of cum. Proceeding to get cleaned up, I wiped up the blood, cum and shit from my cock and his asshole with a towel and threw it away. "Wow man, that really got me off", he said, "My ass sure hurts though." I gave him a devilish smile. "It'll get better with practice", I said. TRAJAN9@HOTMAIL.COM
