Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2008 15:40:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gunter Ragen <gruntraq@yahoo.com>
Subject: Working Out On Chris

I have a bench press and a couple of other workout machines in my garage
and work-out a few nights a week. I cant afford a gym and more honestly
am not disciplined enough to spend the monthly fees. It has netted my a
good toned upper body, not built but firm to the touch and photogenic. It
is a selfish pursuit, making sure I look good to myself in the mirror.
I'm in my late twenties and still keep my weight about 185. I have a
dark haired body, a bit of a bear. I keep my mug trimmed up except for a
mustache.

When I work out I usually roll up the garage door part way to let in
fresh air and light. Doing so sometimes attracts a neighbor to see what's
cooking. While it has not landed me a work-out buddy yet, when one of the
neighbors does happen by it nets a few shared beers and some new
acquaintances in the hood.

I had always covertly hoped it would land me a regular work-out buddy
though. The only person ever indicating interest in even working out was
Chris, a neighbor from a few doors up. He stopped by a couple times
before and said, "we should work out sometime", but he never followed
up. We had become known neighbors but not really friends. He is about
5'8", 170 lbs, petite, but built well.

He is a rough redneck type who works in construction and although not a
drop dead stud, had a sexy butch style. He is white trash as it gets with
little dirty kids running naked in the yard, a barefoot and pregnant wife
at the clothesline, and I can hear him yelling at all of them a few doors
down all the time. This was especially so when he was good and drink.
While it was crappy for him to be that way to his family, something in
that made him sexually fascinating to me.

Every once in a while I would catch him out of the corner of my eye with
his shirt off and have to go masturbate, thinking about getting stinky
and dirty with him. He always seemed dead straight, so I harbored no
realistic sexual expectations - just fantasies about giving or getting.
Either way I would have been thrilled.

One afternoon while I was running on the treadmill I saw him walking by
and I gave him a good what`s up nod. He nodded back and kept on walking.
A short time later, I saw him walking up the driveway wearing nothing but
his worn leather work boots and a pair of dingy white sweat pants with
holes in them. "Hey, I came over to see if I could work out with ya", he
said, "Is that cool?"

Do I mind?, I was amazed at how he looked up close without his shirt. He
had a well tanned lightly haired chest and stout arms. His ass was tight
like a peach and his package showed well through his sweats. As he bent
over to slider under the garage door I caught a glimpse of his package
swinging around in his worn out sweats. I immediately got turned on.
"Yeah, I'm just about done here on the mill, I'll spot you on the bench",
I mustered while spotting his forms. He dropped to the floor and did some
warm up stretches while I started my cool down cycle. He seemed to know
what he was doing.

He finished his stretches and I stepped off the treadmill soaking in
sweat. "You want to bench press first?" I asked. Chris nodded and made
his way over to the padded steel rack. He laid back on the bench as I set
up the weights. I stood behind the bar and guided it down with him to
lifting position. I could see his cock laying straight to one side
through his sweats. He was still sweaty and sticky from working all day
and I could smell his pungent body odor.

"How much weight you want?" I asked. "Start me out at 120 pounds",
his reply. After I loaded up the bar he began some easy reps and asked
for another 20 lbs. I added the discs and he continued. After a few
minutes of this, his upper torso was gleaming with moisture as it flexed
and stretched. I was getting turned on, and was starting to feel swelling
in my shorts. I wanted so badly to go down and swim in his manhood.

As he pounded out the reps, he asked "Where is your wife?""She works in
the evenings", I replied. "You lucky fuck", he said smiling , "I bet you
sit around here flogging your stick the whole time". I laughed slightly
as he was 100% correct. "What a fuck", I thought to myself before
answering, "Yeah, only when I`m not working out". He always had some
wise crack.

He stopped again asking for more weight. I bent down and picked up a few
more discs and placed them on the bar then got back behind him to spot.
"You have a nice looking body", he said to me. "Your working out is
paying off". Boing! Then I caught him glancing at my package just inches
from his face. His eyes rolled back down and he grabbed the bar. Guilty
of the same, I was eyeing his loose sweats draping low on his stomach.
His hair that made a nice trail down into them. His bud was poking up
lifting the waist line up off of his skin, creating a gap just enough to
see into.

"Yeah, I try to get out here as often as I can.", I said, "Muscles keep
the wife interested". He grunted before saying "Must be nice bro. My
wife is a fat fucking bitch. She's frigid as shit". I countered, "Well
she must not be that frigid. She is pregnant all the time". He laughed
and said, "Yeah but she won't  take it up the ass or give blow-jobs
much." I laughed and replied. "Hmmm, my wife won't take it in the ass
either which is too bad, 'cause sinking it hard in the shitter is
the....the shit". I was laying it on, but why not. I sensed he was open
for it and damn he was looking good laid out on my bench press.

He continued to grouse, "Some people have safe sex, all I have is self
sex". I was rocked at this point. He finally put the bar up on the rack
and rested for a second, looking up at my bulging package with a smirk.
It was so obvious I was caught with a rager that I was poised to spew
excuses as to why my cock was sticking straight out as his face.

He took note asking, "Are you getting turned on by something? Eyeing his
massive tent which had lifted the waistband of his raunchy sweats up off
his flat torso I confidently replied, "No more than you are cowboy".
Synergy. He reached down and palmed his rod, palming it down until it
made a slight popping sound. "Yeah, it wont go back down for some
reason", he said jokingly

Looking down on this sweaty guy stroking his meat in my garage I asked
him, "You want some help with that thing bro? You look like you are ready
to get it on with something." Saying nothing, he reached up and grasped
my tent tightly to which I responded with a twitch of swelling and low
moan of acceptance. "You can do whatever you want bro", he said
invitingly. He then broke my trance as he stood up and stepped over to
the garage door to rolled it down.

Returning, he snapped his waistband down under his balls and swung his
hard meat out of his sweats. I dropped to my knees and started licking
the wet sticky juices off the head of his seven inch shaft, while
grasping his balls with my hand. He shuddered for a second and let out a
sigh. "Oh man that feels good" he moaned. His groin gyrated slightly as
he grabbed my skull tightly and began thrusting himself into my mouth. He
was an anxious little buck, fucking my face like a horny puppy.

I hardly had the chance to suck and lick as he pumped his tool down my
throat with force and persistence. He was salty with sweat and juices
from a long day at work, and I couldn't get enough. I was rubbing his
chest and tits, pinching him sharply. I moved my hands down around his
tight firm ass - it was perfectly shaped and formed to fit in my palms.
He finally backed off a bit, allowing me to savor his rod, licking and
cosseting his balls in my mouth. His cock was getting juicier and
tighter, and he suddenly pulled back.

"I'm gonna cum if you don't stop", he said as he pulled away.  He
looked me in the eye and asked "You want to you fuck me in the ass?".
Shocked still, "I never thought I'd hear you say that Chris", I
responded. "So that is a yes?" he asked. "Fuck yea, I will", I
replied. He pulled his sweats down around the top of his boots and laid
his stomach on the weight bench with his ass pointed up in the air while
I fumbled to find lube. Finding none, I smeared some spit on my cock. His
hands gripped the rack, as I started wetting his hole with my fingers.
His ass cheeks were tight and hard, making me reel with anticipation.

"C'mon man, give me your cock, give it to me good dude", he said as he
stretched like a cat. "I have a dildo at home, but nothing beats the
real thing bro", he continued.  I warned, "I aint got no lube, so it's
spit and shove. That OK?" He replied, "Just take it easy at first". I
slowly probed his stinky hole with my bud and thrust deep into his tight
nest. I almost came at first push, his tight little ass felt so damned
good. He let out a deep yelp and gripped the rack harder. I slid in
against his fighting asshole, against a river of tightness and friction.
His body had tensed up and began to fight my intrusion.

"Relax and let your breath out slow", I advised as I pulled out and
spit on my cock again. I then slid it back into his chute again. Once I
bottomed out, I paused for a moment then began pumping him slowly to keep
from blasting too early. "Oh man you have a nice tight asshole bro. You
must not use that dildo too much", I said.

"I use it whenever I can, which isn't often he said as he gyrated his
ass and pushed it toward me. "It's ok bro, fuck me harder." I took his
signal and began to let him have the weight and slapping strength of my
groin. In and out, slap slap. "Come on dud, oh yeah! Harder bro", he
mumbled. An odor of man-sex filled the air and I looked down to see that
this had become a bit of a sloppy deed. I dropped a string of spit down
on my sliding shaft to lube it up some more.

He was moaning in concert with the squeaking bench. The friction of his
pasty shitty hole must have been starting to ache but he seemed to be
getting into it. "Harder, give it to me harder dude, harder - c'mon!", he
moaned. He was taking it like the best of them. No whining, no asking to
slow down, no asking for tenderness. I clenched his torso and began
slamming his hole as hard and fast as I could.

I had never fucked a guy this hard before and it was a lot of work. My
muscles were already warm from the treadmill and I was waiting for a
cramp to develop any minute.  I finally grabbed the rack for better
leverage. His pedantic moaning and groaning evolved to a panting murmur
of ecstasy and pain. He was howling and squirming away from my thrusts at
times when I hit him too hard. He then bucked for a second and blew his
own load on the bench.

I felt my load coming and held my head closed tight keeping my boiling
hot juices at bay as long as possible. With a couple last thrusts, I
exploded into his hole, jamming him into the rack. "Aaahhh, Ooohhhh", he
moaned". I continued pumping him slowly for a bit longer with my slimy
dirty limp cock, squeezing out my last loads as the warm flow of cum
running down onto our balls took us down. He was precious. He rolled over
and I cleaned his stomach and cock again with my flickering tongue--I
love the taste of cum.

Proceeding to get cleaned up, I wiped up the shitty slimy paste and cum
from my cock. I then cleaned his asshole with a towel and threw it away.
He pulled his sweats back up as I did mine. "Wow man, that really got me
off", he said, "My ass sure hurts though."  I gave him a devilish smile.
"It'll get better with practice", I said.

"Want a beer now?" I invited. "That is enough work out for tonight".