PULL-UP SHOW-OFF
They watched him during practice. Women. Moms. Coaches. Teen girls with phones out. All staring at his body like it was a goddamn statue. He knew. He loved it. Flexed harder. Let his abs ripple under the gym lights. Let his biceps bulge when he pulled up on the bar. Let his ass clench tight in those red briefs—sweat glistening, veins popping, every muscle screaming for attention.
He didn’t care. He was built for this. Not just for medals.
At night, he changed. Dropped the innocent smile. The women are gone. And a small number of men comes in to watch him.
He continued performing in his briefs. He showed the new audiences how strong his body was through endless pull ups.
Slipped into a black leather harness. Walked into the penthouse where the rich men waited—suits off, cocks out, wallets open.
First guy? Old. Bald. Fat. Paid $5K just to watch him do a handstand while getting fucked from behind. Gymnast balanced on his palms, legs split wide, ass high, taking the old man’s cock deep while his abs trembled. “Fuck, you’re strong,” the man gasped. “I’ll give you ten if you do it again.”
He did. Twice.
Next guy? Young. Rich kid. Wanted him upside down. So gymnast flipped, locked his legs around the ceiling beam, let the kid pound his ass while he hung like a goddamn bat. “You’re insane,” the kid moaned, gripping his thighs. “I’ll pay you to do this every night.”
Gymnast grinned. “Make it twenty.”
Third guy? Wanted him bent over the balance beam. Legs spread, ass up, cock dangling. The guy slammed in from behind, slapping his ass hard enough to leave marks. “You’re a fucking machine,” he growled. “I’ll buy you a car if you take my cum in your mouth.”
Gymnast opened wide. Took it. Swallowed. Smiled.
Fourth guy? Wanted him in a split on the floor, legs wide, cock hard, while three men took turns fucking him—mouth, ass, cock. He took it all. Moaned loud. Cried out. Came twice before they finished.
Women watched him in the gym, thinking he was pure. Clean. Strong.
They didn’t know he used that strength to take three cocks at once. Didn’t know he bent his spine like rubber to please rich assholes. Didn’t know he got paid to scream, to beg, to cum on command.
He didn’t care what they thought.
He knew what he was.
A fuck machine.
Built for this.
Paid for this.
And he loved every second.
When he walked out the next morning, muscles still sore, ass still throbbing, he smiled at the girls watching him. He winked at them as if he did not have gallons of cum in his ass.
--------------
If you want advanced access to ten more chapters of the latest tagalog full fiction story ahead of blog readers and get other perks such as weekly teasers and a feature in one #squirtershorts within the month, please subscribe to patreon.com/jockwonderlust. If you want to support me and my craft, please subscribe!
No comments:
Post a Comment