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Wednesday, June 30, 2021

[SS-939] Gymmate Stares


[GYMMATE STARES]

Oceno sat on the synthetic grass of the gym. He just finished a set of his circuit training. He was heaving and sweating while he was stretching. He had a good workout.

When he was finally ready to stand up, he felt eyes were glued to him.

He looked forwards and saw one of the muscular, older men who worked out in that gym. The man was giving him a very naughty stare.


Oceno quickly looked away. He knew the man was just a disgusting faggot. He did not care whether the man had muscles.

Oceno took a bath, changed his clothes and went to his part time work, being a part time gardener and pool boy for a rich family in the town where he went to college.

To his relief, the owners of the house were not there. He would not be distracted while he worked. He started cleaning the pool.

After the pool, he cut twigs in the garden and swept off the dried leaves.

When Oceno returned, there was already someone swimming in the pool.

"Drats. He got here before I left," Oceno told himself. He silently walked beside the pool hoping he would not be noticed.

He heard a large splash then a baritone voice, "hey. Leaving already?!"

Oceno flinched and turned around. It was the same man who was looking at him at the gym earlier. He was also one of the brothers who owned that house.

"Yeah, I am sir. Goodbye," Oceno replied. But his body was not moving.

He just watched the wet muscled body in skimpy trunks walk to him. That sexy fucking man is just a faggot. A fucking hot faggot.


"I thought you're going?" the owner asked, smirking. Oceno's knees melted when he saw that grin.

"P-- please, stop seducing me... I have a girlfriend, sir," Oceno pleaded.

"I'm just standing in front of you, Oceno."

Oceno kissed the man. Heat surged in his body. He pawed on the hard bulge in front of the suit.

"Please fuck me again, Sir." Oceno's mind and dick betrayed him again.

The owner ripped his clothes and the trunks, bent him over and started fucking his hole.

"I'm gonna be everywhere you are, you bitch. You're gonna be mine," the owner whispered in his ear as the large dick sliced into his ass.

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