Brad worked out his whole life.
He enjoyed all kinds of sports.
He loved football, rugby, skiing, water skiing, scuba diving, parasailing, rock climbing, surfing, swimming, running, boxing, karate, mma,...well you get the idea. He also volun-teered, as a fireman and a trained paramedic. For a living, he drove truck. Tractor-trailers and flatbed. He was very, very good. He was divorced. It happened many years ago. He was married to a beautiful raven haired woman named Carly. She was the love of his life! Too bad she didn't feel the same way towards him.
He came home a day early to surprise his wife... He got the surprise. He had not been intimate with his wife in almost two months. When he saw her in their bed with this black dude, with a huge dick...
He then knew why he was being replaced. He wasn't small or anything, he had at least eight inches and very thick. He had always put her pleasure before his own...
The black guy had to be thirteen or fourteen inches and very thick. She seemed to be in pain, but if that's what she wanted? He took some pictures with his phone, a short video. Evidence for the divorce.
Both of them were engrossed in fucking. She didn't even notice him in the bedroom!
He got the guys info from his phone and made a visit to his white wife. Her name was Joyce. She had two small children with him, his name was Maurice. She thought he was great. He told her about the affair. She didn't believe him.
He said "You want video proof? Or maybe go watch them in action?" He was angry now.
She got the neighbor to watch the kids. They went over and the loving couple was STILL at it. They got more photos and videos. Finally they confronted them. He said two words. "Get out!" He was beyond pissed off. He was livid.
She wouldn't even look at him. He decided that he deserved some kind of explanation. She said, "He was nice, and he had a big dick, so I went for him."
End of explanation. End of marriage. End of relationships for him. Brad had lots of lovers, but the second they started showing feelings...Adios, chow, auf weidersehen, au revior, goodbye and good luck! He might have married twenty times... But once bitten, twice shy! He didn't have it in him to get involved. Women seemed to have their own agenda. What that entailed was beyond him
Joyce and her kids wound up staying at his house for several years. When she met Mr right, they were outa there. She did say thank you.
While she was there, Joyce and Brad shared a bed for those several years. She said he was a fantastic lover, way better than her ex. He chalked it up to being nice to the landlord- him!
Brad had a difficult time trusting women, who time after time, proved their un-trustworthiness by word or deed. Brad didn't put up a fuss. They were unceremoniously kicked to the curb.
He just went on to the next.
He continued to work out all the time, frequently seven days a week. Of course with the long hours of driving, Brad had to improvise a bit. Hand weights in the cab, giant rubber bands. He would walk all the way around a building to get the receiver instead of calling.
