My friends and family know that the highlight of my day is working up a sweat in the gym. Five days a week, I can be found there. Hashtag gains over pains is my mantra. It's a distraction from the real world. Last Monday was a very "heavy-handed" distraction.
Monday evening rolls around and I am at the gym. Just started my routine with free weight chest flies. I look up just as I take the position to see Mr. Gray and a guest walked in.
Mr. Gray's guest could pass for his son, believe it or not. If it is, that's a family tree I would enjoy climbing.
Mr. Gray struts over and introduces his guest as his son. Hot damn, he's got muscles, tattoos and facial hair. I am thirsty for a tall glass of him.
As I take a long look at Junior, my mind wanders to the "ifs". If he is hung like his father, or if he knows I hooked up with his dad. Oh, a threesome with a father-son combo would fulfill a taboo bucket list item. From my awkward cock-gazing, I can already tell he's close to the same size.
Junior asks of they can work in. I am not turning that down at all.
"Would you two be so kind as to spot my bench press? I would gladly reciprocate if I can" Junior looks at his dad and smirks.
"I got you. Let's go over to the bench."
As we walk the short distance, I know those two pairs of eyes are undressing me. Is that a little quiver I feel in my almost damp pussy? Good thing I was proactive down there with the shaving.
"Can I go first, gentlemen?"
I laid down on the bench so that the bar was right above my eyes and placed my hands so that there were about shoulder width apart. The bar and plates combine for about 65 pounds. From this point, Junior is at the spotter position, and I can see the hem of his shorts. Mr. Gray is positioned on the left side of bench facing towards me. I have two perfect specimens of eye candy within eye sight. If I angle my head just right, I could, maybe see up his shorts. My stomach does a little dance at the thought of just one of them getting a semi woody during this. Nothing worth repeating happens during my first set.
Junior is up next. We add another 25 pounds to each side. I reciprocate with the spotter position while Mr. Gray paces behind me. Junior prepares to lift and as he does this, he flicks his tongue in a seriously delicious way. Each press up, he does a slight pelvic thrust. My, how I wish one of my sets of lips was what he was thrusting into. My mind does a little mental picturing of this.
I barely register that Mr. Grays has taken a position closer to my backside than I had thought.
Mr. Gray whispers "the last time I was this close to you, I was balls deep in your wet pussy". At these words, I can feel a slight dampness release. As Junior pushes the bar up, his father helps pull it i to place. I can feel his hardness on the small of my back.
Mr. Gray gets his turn on the bench. Another 10 is added to each side. Is this a "who's bigger contest" between father and son? Because I would be down to judge. He easily busts out nine reps. On the tenth rep, I notice that all too familiar imprint in his shorts. I get lost in this thought as Junior comes up behind me to help lift the bar.
Junior whispers in my ear "what would you do if I bent you over right here and fucked you?"
