I recommend reading prior parts to understand characters and context
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I tossed and turned, unable to sleep after the brutally revealing discussion with the wife. She was convinced that I'm gay, and that was final. She didn't care what I thought or what I might have to say. She was probably right, but I wanted to explore more before deciding. Yes, Bruce fucking me gave me the most intense, pleasurable orgasm of my life, but would I enjoy it as much the next time? And it left me feeling guilty.
I finally fell asleep thinking about the Big Guy and how he admired and complimented my muscular, smooth body and how he loved my sexy bikini tan lines. I wondered what it would be like having him fuck me with that huge cock.
The next day I put on my speedo and laid out by the pool and worked on my bikini tan. If the straight Big Guy thought it was sexy, then I'm sure other men would, too. I enjoyed the warmth of the sun and did love my bikini tan. Maybe that was an indicator that I should have picked on like the wife did. Do I like my tan for me? Or have I been subconsciously tanning to look good for men? It definitely makes me feel sexy. As I lay there, I couldn't stop thinking about Bruce and the Big Guy, and wondering what the future might bring. It became obvious to me that I cared more about what they think than what my wife thought.
Monday at work was a struggle to keep focused. This was a gym day, and I thought I might run by the Nature Preserve on the way home from the gym. The urge was strong, which troubled me, but should it? The workday finally came to an end and I headed to the gym. I hadn't thought through about that it would be full of fit men. I entered the locker room to change into my workout clothes and got a surprise on walking in. There was a man sitting on the bench by the lockers. Not just any man. He was one of those super muscular body builders that would be at home on the cover of Muscle Man Magazine. He was sitting there playing on his phone and was naked! And he had a big hard on for all to see. It was big, with an upward curve. I don't know where the thought came from, but as I stared at it, for way too long, it occurred to me that that upward curve would pummel my sweet spot if he fucked me in a missionary position.
I was brought back to reality by his gruff voice, "you like what you see?"
I looked up and met his gaze. "I'm sorry for staring, but I didn't expect to see a naked man with a hard on."
"Well, I asked you a question, do you like what you see?"
I glanced back down at his cock and responded, "you have a great cock, it matches your impressive physique."
I turned to get dressed and was down to my boxers when I realized my gym shorts had a compression liner, meaning I would have to remove my boxers, leaving me completely naked as I changed. I kept my back to him as I leaned over to remove them, giving him a great view of my ass.
In his manly gruff voice, "Nice ass, I definitely like what I see, and love those tan lines. They are like a bullseye on a target. Oh, and it looks like you're getting a hard on, too. Nice cock!"
"Don't get the wrong idea, Mr. Muscles, I'm here to work out." I finished dressing and went out on the floor to work out. I couldn't believe what had just happened and how my thoughts immediately went to him fucking me. I had a boner and was glad my shorts hat a compression liner. It subsided as I got into my workout routine and I put the events out of mind. I had never thought about cock at the gym before, but found myself checking out men, and their crotches, something I had also never done before. I had never thought body builders looked good before, either. But then, I had never seen one with a hard on before, either. I realized that I wasn't checking out the babes as usual, only the men. My mind kept returning to the sight of Mr. Muscles impressive cock.
After a complete workout, I went back into the locker room to gather my things. I decided to just wear my workout clothes out, figuring they would be more appropriate for a quick hike, and hopefully a blowjob, at the Nature Preserve. I had only done gay things at the Nature Preserve so far, keeping these new urges hidden, and didn't want to be out anywhere else, especially here at the gym. As I was zipping up my gym bag, Mr. Muscle came in.
"Wait for me, I'd like to walk out with you."
Without hesitation, and without thinking, I sat my bag down on the bench and said "Sure." He was obviously interested in me, and I liked that he noticed me in a good way, something that my wife never does, except for catching me with cum on my face when I came home from the Nature Preserve last Saturday. I instantly was again thinking about his cock.
He continued, "I apologize for being direct earlier. The way you were staring at my cock, I might have gotten the wrong idea."
He pulled his shorts down as if to take them off, exposing his great, semi hard cock. I immediately looked down at it and subconsciously licked my lips and felt my cock start to stir. He paused with his shorts half way down and started to stroke his cock, and said, "You're staring again. Maybe I didn't get the wrong idea? You like my cock, don't you?"
I boldly reached over and grabbed his cock and stroked it, before offering my hand to shake. "Yes, I do, and you definitely have the right idea, but this is not the place. I'm Steve. Let's get out of here before someone comes in." I couldn't believe what I said, but knew I meant it.
He pulled his shorts back up and we walked out. As we got to the parking lot he said, "I'm Ben. I'm a professional trainer and I could give you some pointers to help you get better results. And I make a killer protein shake. How about you come over and I'll make you one? and I live close by."
I couldn't tell who was hungrier for this to continue. "Sure, I'll follow you."
He was right. His house was less than a mile away. He pulled into his driveway and opened the garage and drove in. I parked behind him and walked into the garage. He met me next to his car and said, "I'm so glad you decided to come over. We're going to have a great time."
He reached out and put one hand behind my head and pulled me to him, with his other hand around the small of my back and pulled me close. I leaned in, standing on my toes to reach his mouth, and we kissed. He had an aggressive manner, immediately pushing his tongue into my mouth, exploring it aggressively. I welcomed his kiss, and his tongue, moving mine around his, and gently sucking on it. I put my arms around his thick neck as he hugged me firmly. He was so massive that I felt he was absorbing me into his body. He moved one hand down to my ass and started to squeeze and massage it, causing me to grind my pelvis into him, and I let out a groan. His strong arms and hands were turning me on. He broke off the kiss and said, "let's go inside."
We walked into the kitchen and I immediately put my arms around him and we resumed deep kissing. I was exploring his muscular back and worked one hand around to feel his huge pecs. I grabbed his shirt and pulled it up over his head and off. I started to kiss my way down his chest. His strong, smooth, hairless body was driving me crazy with lust. I nibbled on one nipple, then the other. He was moaning and rubbing my neck and shoulders as I continued kissing down his six pack abs. I grabbed his cock through his shorts and gently bit on it. I couldn't wait any longer to feast on it and pulled his shorts down and he stepped out of them. I now was admiring his amazing physique, and turned my focus to his cock. I grabbed it and licked it from the bottom up to the head. I licked around the fat mushroom head, giving extra attention to the frenulum. I engulfed the head and started to work my mouth down his shaft. He wasn't nearly as big as the Big Guy, but the upward curve was making it hard to deep throat him from this position. I stroked the shaft with one hand as I focused on the head with my mouth.
