Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2017 20:56:43 -0800
From: Gingham Shade <ginghamshade@gmail.com>
Subject: Fuck Me, I love you Chapter 1 (revised)

Chapter 1: It's Hard Being a Wolf

A disclaimer: This story is fictional story. All characters were made up
and any similarities are just coincidental. This is a gay romance between
adults, it's my version of a dominant/sub relationship. So if that offends
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Revision notes: I revised the name and made some minor editorial tweaks for
better grammar. Thanks to someone for pointing out that eschewed does not
mean to praise something! :-D.

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Being a small business owner is pretty tedious. Especially when you own a
small bodybuilding gym where the guys are more interested in preening than
manning the front desk. Bradley was 44 years old and didn't have a lot of
patience for the 20-something pretty boys who spent all their time taking
selfies. It probably didn't help that he had to chase them out of the
showers every 20 minutes whenever some hot guy came through.

"You're not going to build any muscle if you spend all your time in the
steam room, Champ,"

he growled at the red-faced stud walking out.

It's ok, I'll fuck him later, he smirked.

"TJ, Have some fucking dignity, I'm running a business here!"

His gym was clean: Spotless and no steroids. When he first started it in
Houston, a lot of his customers brought in shiny pictures of competition
bodybuilders who were so `roided up they could bench 700 but not touch
their toes. This is where Bradley shined. A born evangelist, he extolled
the merits of clean bodybuilding while casually clasping biceps and
dropping his voice a tiny bit when he measured their waist. It wasn't hard
to figure out who was hot for teacher when they kept coming back for
measurements.

At 5'11" and 210 lbs of lean muscle, Bradley was easily the eye candy of
his own gym. As a trainer, he was a complete professional, even if he did
like to show off. Today he wore a fitted polo that tightly hugged his body.
Houston gets hot, but people turned red staring at the way his gym shorts
cupped his ass into the curve of his back. He moved quickly and efficiently
through his current workout with a middle-aged client. Not all of his
clients were part of the pretty crowd. In fact, watching a complete
transformation was the project Bradley enjoyed most. His two top trainers
were former clients, one of them coaching TJ on squats.

"Your ass came out too far."

TJ wasn't paying attention, his eyes too intensely focused on Bradley at
the moment.

The trainer caught his gaze and tapped his ass with a clipboard.

"Focus!"

Bradley walked by and traded a smile with his top trainer.

"Here let me spot you so you know how far to go."

Everybody likes personal attention from the owner.

TJ was a young man of about 26. He came in as a fully developed stud with
the kind of ass you'd bounce quarters off of. Tall at about 6'3", his
coiffed hair framed a handsome face with green eyes. He walked around with
the swagger of someone who knew he was good-looking. Kind of a bitch
really. Bradley loved fucking guys like that, who thought they were the
shit, just to take them down a notch. Sometimes they came in a top, but
they always left a bottom. There's a special look of vulnerability in a
guy's eyes when your dick is penetrating them.

Bradley pressed his body into TJ's from behind making sure the young man
felt his thick 9" cock getting a bit stiff and wedged it into his checks.

"Now squat."

TJ did more of a sit than a squat, but that wasn't unexpected since the kid
was putty at this point. Bradley was strong enough that he was holding up
the kid on his own. The scruff on his chin scratched the back of TJ's neck
and he heard a small moan.

"Keep your back straight."

That was mean; especially since the boy was more interested in taping every
inch of his back to Bradley's pecs and chest. His cock got a little harder
feeling his nipples brush against the young man's back. Breathing in, he
felt the soft vibrations of desire ripple across TJ's body, down into his
glutes where his ass met Bradley's cock.

They maintained eye contact, with Bradley more concerned if the boy could
get back up than anything else. Holding the squat for a few seconds,
Bradley decided he had no intention of being a human chair for this guy,
and unfolded the kid back into a stand.

"Got it?"

Yes, he did.

You gotta cultivate the bitches, he thought to himself later that night.
TJ's legs were wrapped around his waist as he pumped up into the stud's
ass, having picked up the kid and pinned him against the shower wall.

"We're wasting water" Thought Bradley.

TJ's moans were pretty much resonating across the gym walls, but it was
late and they were the last ones in.

Bringing his head onto TJ's smooth chest, he clamped his mouth onto his
left pec and chewed.

"Uuaaaghh..."

He grinned as he heard TJ's head slam the tiles.

"Careful, you don't want to get a concussion".

He speared the stud and rested his ass cheeks on his dick. He could hear
the young stud's heart beating, his hard cock glistened from the precum and
water. TJ's eyes were closed from the pleasure and his mouth draped open
from being completely penetrated. His perineum squeezed, flexed, and kissed
Bradley's thick veiny cock, each squeeze mirrored itself in a twitch from
TJ's cock. It always turned Bradley on to see a guy's cunt and cock
becoming a single beast. For better or worse they became insatiable. If
thinking with your dick is hard, then thinking with your ass and dick was
impossible.

"You need a break?"

It was a dirty question because the answer was obviously no. TJ's pretty
little eyes snapped open. He wanted to say something but his mind was too
blitzed from the fuck to process the answer. Bradley leaned in and explored
the kid's mouth with his tongue, pumping a few times to remind him he was a
total bitch.

"Uooouffff....Fuck...."

"Yeah? You want some more?" He teased TJ's ass by swiveling it on his dick
and punched it a few times from different angles, glancing the prostate
from the side just to keep it fresh.

"You're a pretty little bitch, you know that?"

"Oh God...please.." the kid's legs were like tentacles pulling Bradley's
body into his ass. The loose sphincter chewing desperately at his fat meaty
cock.

"It's ok baby I got you." Bradley kept the torture up a few more minutes
and knew that if he didn't want the kid begging to get married he'd need to
wrap it up soon. He tried a few different rhythms and found TJ to be a
power fucker who needed the full piston to get off. Satisfied with this new
discovery Bradley settled into a steam-engine pace; destroying any shred of
sanity left in the boy.

"Oh Gawd please make me your bitch, don't stop fucking me, please...Oh, Gawd
fuck me fuck me fuck me!"

"Yeah, you wanna cum stud? You wanna cum for your daddy wolf?" He was such
a beast he could howl.

The water was useful after all because TJ shot a load all over his chest.
The white cum drizzled down the valley of his perfect chest and dripped
through the cracks of his furry abs. One spurt of it hit his neck, which
really turned Brad on. He pulled TJ's face to his neck and pile drove his
cock into the young stud.

"Fuck yeah...get ready for me boy!"

His cock played pinball in TJ's ass, hammering the prostate and inner walls
of his boy's ass. He buried himself inside of the kid. It hurt a little, as
TJ's ass clenched tighter and tighter down on his swelling cock until
Bradley shot his load.

TJ dutifully chewed on his top's neck and ate up his own cum while his
 dick got fucked back into an erection. He was getting close again but
Brad, being a pretty big dick (literally) pulled out, turned to shower,
having completed his mission.. TJ crumpled against the wall and eye-groped
his stud's tall muscular body.

"Um......" His eyes hungrily devoured the hairy wolf as his cock twitched in
his hand. He was hard and he wanted more.

Bradley could be a dick, but he wasn't meaninglessly cruel. He looked at
poor TJ fisting his cock, staring at his body, and couldn't help but feel
sorry for the bloke. So he put on a show, rubbing his big fingers over his
chest, pressing out his pecs and soaping up his nipples. His hands traced
his chest and abs, teasing through his treasure trail until he grasped his
cock and balls. He pulled his soft cock and tugged it, letting it return to
half-mast. Poor TJ's breath grew ragged and his whole body trembled with
excitement. Bradley turned around and stretched out his huge muscular back,
gently massaging his massive shoulders and massaging out the knots of his
traps and followed it down through the small of his back. His fingers
played into the crack of his hairy ass, which he lathered up with slowly
and seductively.

"Oh God..." he heard, as TJ's load popped all over his right ass-cheek.

"Damn it, TJ, I just cleaned that." he chuckled and rinsed off. Placid TJ
was now leaning with his back to the shower wall. Bradley turned around and
surveyed his latest conquest.

"Now you look a man with some dignity."

He left the shower stall.

When TJ came out of the locker room, he was a little less put together than
earlier. Bradley was doing some final paperwork in his office. He walked
into the office with a fidgety glance.

"Hey. Thanks."

"Thanks for stopping by tonight. Weren't you going to meet up with some guy
around 7:30?" Bradley didn't look up as he typed away at the computer. It
was past 8 pm.

"Oh yeah." TJ looked sheepish, "He texted me and I made up some excuse.
Going to run and meet up with him now."

"Cool."

"Do you think you'll be free tomorrow?"

Oh God...he wants to get married now, Bradley thought to himself.

"Yeah sorry...I'm not really free tomorrow. I don't really make time for
guys who are dicks."


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