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His mouth was also wide, firm, and well-shaped--designed for oral sex, I thought. When he smiled, or grimaced from the effort of his work out, his brilliant white teeth stood out against his golden tan.

He was wearing a baggy tracksuit again, but I new what the gear was hiding. That superb physique, wide chest and shoulders tapering down to lean waist and hips, muscular smooth arms without showing veins, and powerful legs whose muscles rippled as he walked around the gym.

Even with the tracksuit on, I could easily imagine how magnificent he looked stripped down. And I was looking forward to later on when we had finished our workouts, and I'd challenge his strength, stamina and endurance once again.

Finally, after everybody else had left, we were able to get together to discuss what I expected him to do. I told him to strip down, which he did, leaving only his jogging shorts on. I noticed that his nipples were aroused from the friction of rubbing on his tracksuit, so decided that for starters I'd give them a work over.

"Lie on your back on the push up bench" I said. Without hesitation, he did so. I then straddled him, and sat on his stomach, letting my full weight press down on those solid well-defined abdominals.

"I'm going to squeeze and twist your nipples for about 60 seconds, and I want you to lay there and not move, not even flinch, just tolerate the pain." He nodded his head briefly, indicating that I go ahead. And so I took a tight grip of both nipples between my fingertips and twisted and squeezed as hard as I could. True to form, he didn't move or flinch.

As well as having a magnificent muscular body, I realised again that this was one tough guy. I suspected that there was nothing I could suggest or challenge him with that he wouldn't be prepared to try.

"Okay," I said, "tonight I want you to go through your exercise routine again, even though you might be a little tired already. And each time you do a repetition of an exercise, I'm going to punch you in the guts as you go."

His first set was chin-ups. Each time he lowered himself down; I'd hit him square in the guts. To cope, he had to tense his abs as well as do the 20 reps of the exercise. When he finished, I told him "You get 30 seconds rest before repeating the next set. If you can’t do the set after 30 seconds, you can have a longer rest, but I'll work on your guts, punching until you are ready again."

He raised his eyebrows a little indicating that he was surprised at the challenge, but didn't comment. At the end of the 30 seconds, he jumped up, grabbed the bar and commenced the next set of 20. I really belted into him, giving his abs a real working over.

Since he'd already completed a work out, I told him that 2 sets of each exercise would be enough for tonight. I thought he looked grateful. Next, he had to do 2 sets of 20 wide grip pull-ups behind the neck, while I again enjoyed punching into him. He needed a little longer rest before the second set, and just stood against the wall for about 15 to 20 seconds while I worked him over. But he didn't complain as I kept hitting those rock hard abs.

And so we continued for another half dozen exercises of 2 sets of 20 repetitions each time. Side arm raises with dumb bells. Press-ups behind the neck. Dips on the parallel bars. Flies to work his chest. Dumb bell curls. Upright rowing. That was a total of 8 exercises, by 2 sets, by 20 repetitions each time. A total of 320 punches, plus the extras when he needed a few longer rests between sets.

Even though he didn't complain, I thought he was showing signs of wear, but when I asked, "Are you okay?" He just smiled and pointedly looked at my cock thrusting against my shorts.

"Sure, I'm okay" he said, "And you look like you're ready for some action too." With that, he walked up and took a firm grasp of a hand full of shorts and my shaft, which felt so hard that it might split.

Without further comment, he sat on a bench, pulled down my shorts and briefs, and took the whole length of my throbbing tool in his mouth, sucking on it until it went deep down his throat. I stood there enjoying the sensations for as long as I could before finally releasing a load of cum. Once again, because his throat muscles were clenching my cock head, the orgasm continued longer than usual, until finally he had sucked me dry.

"Let's have shower," he said, "I need to cool down".

We were under adjoining showers when I heard him mutter, "Shit, not again!"

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Because we were sitting around after I finished my workout, my muscles have gone cold, and when I put my arms up to wash my hair I get cramp."

And sure enough, his back and shoulder muscles were writhing in cramps.

"Don't worry," I said, " I'll wash your hair, but you'll have to kneel down for me." He immediately went down on his knees, which meant that his face was inches from my cock, which although soft, was still half erect.

"That sure is a nice cock," he said, and took it in his mouth again. So while I massaged the shampoo into his hair, pushing and pulling his head around, he kept sucking on my cock until it quickly became hard again.

I soon finished washing his hair, and although I hadn't come asked " Do you want me to wash the rest of your body?"

"Great", he replied, and stood up in front of me, so that I could run my soapy hands over his broad solid chest, then over his wide shoulders and down his muscular back, around his waist and over the abdominal eight pack that I'd enjoyed brutalising not long before. I then knelt down to run my hands up and down over his muscular legs, all the time while my throbbing cock kept jerking around. And finally I massaged his balls with the shampoo and enjoyed watching his beautiful rod of iron covered in a smooth sheath of velvet skin, until I couldn't restrain myself any longer and took it in my mouth, sucking as hard as I could to return the pleasure he'd given me.

Before he came, he suddenly put his hands under my armpits and lifted me up. "This works both ways" he said, and lay on his back on the tiled floor with his head at my feet, and his legs spread wide to give me uninhibited access to his perfect specimen of masculinity. He then indicated that I should go down and join him in the 69 position, which I did without hesitation.

Being on top, I was able to move my hips up and down, and before long I was fucking his mouth, going deep down his throat. I was so horny, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back for long, and sure enough exploded another load of cum in his mouth, straight down his throat.

Because he had his head hard against the floor, he was unable to move back, so had to swallow frantically to cope with the flow. Once again, his throat muscles clenched my cock head causing the orgasm to go on and on.

Naturally, this sent him over the top, and he also exploded. I swallowed constantly, not wanting to waste a drop of his thick creamy juices, before I collapsed on top of him, my cock still deep down his throat. Steve had incredible muscle control. He could even keep his throat muscles relaxed with my cock deep down his throat. Eventually, I rolled of him, and we grinned at each other as we stood up and finished showering.

"This guy was not only tough, but totally uninhibited. He had the endurance to tolerate any of my demands, and the stamina to last a long time on each occasion." I thought.

And he must have been thinking along similar lines, because he said, "That was a great work out tonight. I look forward to next time, and any other challenges you come up with."

"What else could I dream up to challenge him?" I wondered. "A solid session of gut punching, with increased numbers of exercises and sets to challenge him, plus throat fucking to get my rocks off seemed to be in order."

I'd make sure I thought of a few new ideas before we next met in the gym.