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I was running late from the office and decided I was not going to miss the gym. I had been putting on more muscle weight, and other than my beer belly, I was toned up. To my surprise, I had begun to grow some ass for the first time in my life. I swear it’s the small things, but I was proud to see it nicely shaped and perky.
I got to the gym in a rush, walked into the locker room, and started changing into my workout clothes. “Darn it,” I thought. “All I have on are my black bikini-style underwear. My ex swore it accentuated my dick and balls just right.” I mean, I was not shy about my build, least of all my dick. “Fuck it,” I thought, “these will have to do.”
As I stripped off my clothing, the cool air of the locker room brushed against my skin, sending a shiver down my back. I made my way to the open showers, the sound of water cascading against the tiles filling the air. I needed to wash away the grime of the day—the weight of the office, the stench of stress. Each step felt urgent, like I was shedding more than just clothes.
The moment the hot water hit my body, I let out a sigh, my muscles slowly relaxing. But then, the peace was shattered by the sound of voices. Laughter echoed through the room, followed by the unmistakable drawl of Tony’s voice. I turned slightly, the water still pouring over me, and strained to listen as they drew closer.
“Yeah man, it was intense. She was like scratching my back as I beat that pussy wet,” he said, followed by the cheering voices of his three friends. “Yeah, she said she would come over tonight. Of course, otherwise, I would be coming and getting drunk with my boys,” he added boastfully as I heard them tussle, each trying to outman the other.
“Yeah, okay, have a great weekend and don't do anything I wouldn't,” he said as they tussled again. I must say I was interested in how boastful and sure of himself Tom was. From their interaction, it was clear that none of his friends really knew him. They only knew him as a jock with a smart-ass attitude and a fucking ripped body. He was one of the boys as far as they were concerned.
I rushed out of the shower and walked to the locker, put in my code, and pulled out my workout clothes, setting them on the bench before pulling out my towel and drying myself, making sure I got all the crannies. The last thing I needed was to smell like sweaty, musky water.
“Hi, I think I know you,” came a voice from behind me, startling me out of my thoughts. I turned, feeling the heat rise to my face as I realized I was fully exposed—my ass and cock out in the open. There stood Tom, his gaze flickering over my body before quickly darting away.
“Yeah man, we met last week here at the gym,” I said, trying to sound casual as I grabbed my towel. My heart was pounding in my chest, but I forced myself to act normal. I could see the conflict in Tom’s eyes as he struggled not to look again, but his gaze betrayed him, lingering for just a second too long.
People act differently depending on who they are with. My dad always told me, “You are one person to your family, another to your friends, and someone else with your coworkers.”
“You just got here?,” he asked. “Yeah, I was running late to get here and decided to rinse the grime off before heading out and getting my workout in,” I replied, pulling my briefs on as I was feeling some kind of way about just standing there talking to Tom, balls out and all. “You done here?” I asked.
Like any jock, he went on to tell me about his workout and then his weekly rotation of workouts, then his meal prep, and finally even gave me some pointers on my workout for the day. “Okay, great,” I said, cutting him off. I was not about to let this punk-ass kid tell me how to work out, so I deliberately adjusted myself making sure I tugged at my cock enough to see its shape thru the fabric of my underwater. Tom’s eyes betrayed him, he took in the view “You headed with your friends?” I asked. “No, my girlfriend and I haven’t seen each other for a week, so Fridays are definitely our time to spend together,” he said, his pupils dilating as he said the last part. This fucker was already thinking of sex, I imagined.
We made a little more small talk, then I said, “Okay man, gotta go before it gets super late.” He blushed a little, realizing he had been babbling too long and staring just a little too hard. “Yeah, sorry, now I’m running late,” and we parted ways.
I must say, by the time I left the gym, I was exhausted. It was leg and glute day. I walked with both legs shaking to my car.
I got to the apartment and took a real shower, then a hot dip in my tub. The hot water and Epsom salt were the best for achy muscles.
I dried off and stepped into the dimly lit living room, the soft, amber glow from the lamps casting gentle shadows on the walls. The air inside was cool and still, a stark contrast to the heated rush of the gym.
I walked into the kitchen, the cool air from the fridge washing over me as I reached for a water bottle. The familiar hiss of the seal breaking filled the silence, but just as I brought the bottle to my lips, a muffled voice reached my ears.
"Yeah, baby, eat me up," the voice said, low and breathy, unmistakably Amy’s. My hand froze mid-motion, the bottle poised just inches from my mouth. Slowly, as if in a trance, I edged closer to the window, my heart pounding louder with each step.
"Yeah, just like that," Amy’s voice came again, dripping with pleasure. I peeked around the corner, my pulse racing, and there they were—Tom and Amy, caught in the act. The sight that greeted me made my breath catch in my throat. I should have looked away, but I couldn’t.
Amy was being eaten out by Tom. He was on all fours above her, just going to town on her pussy. Amy's breathing was uneven as every time Tom dove in with his tongue, she was gasping for air.
What I noticed next made my heart skip a beat. Tom was wearing a white thong, its slim fabric held tight by the muscular globes of his ass. “Ohhh baby,” I heard Amy cry out softly.
“Your turn, big boy, on your back,” she ordered, and Tom obliged, getting on his back. His muscled body was something to see, really, his V-line framing the lines of the white thong and the stretched pouch as his dick strained to be released. She pulled out a black butt plug; this one was easily 5 inches in length, and it had 3 spheres along the shaft, each one slightly bigger than the last. “Babe, I don’t think I can do this one,” he said in a worried tone.
“Tom, remember how you promised you’d try anything for me? You handled the pink one so well, didn’t you?” Amy’s voice was soft yet commanding, her grip firm as she held the black butt plug. Tom’s eyes flickered with a mix of submission and hesitation, he needed and wanted to please her. The playful teasing in her tone did little to mask the underlying tension. "This one’s just a little bigger. I know you can take it. Trust me, you’ll love it as much as the pink one we’ve been using for months now."
My mind raced as I processed her words. Months? My thoughts tripped over themselves, recalling the pink plug I’d seen him with just last week. A new layer of intrigue wrapped itself around the scene. I watched Tom’s expression flicker, his confidence wavering for just a moment before he forced a smile, the hesitation in his eyes betraying him.
“Yes, but…” he trailed off. “Baby, you were scared with the pink plug too. This one will be easier,” she said, all the while rubbing the pouch of his thong with her hands.
“Okay, let’s do this,” he said, his confidence wavering but still holding on. “Take a deep breath, Tom. Let’s see how much you can handle. I promise, you won’t want to stop once we start.” Amy had him pull his legs to his chest, and that in itself was a surprise to me. Tom was very flexible.
She pulled his dick from the pouch and started to give him a blowjob. Her hot, wet mouth instantly made Tom groan with pleasure. She used her free hand to lube her new toy, then popped the first sphere into his ass and turned and pulled on it to torture his hole. His hard-on went flaccid, but within a minute, his dick was back at full attention. “Here we go,” she said and popped the second sphere of the plug into his ass. He jerked a little, but this time around he did not lose his hard-on.
His body glistened with the first signs of sweat, flexing and relaxing his abs. His hole winked as it was being worked over by sweet Amy and her sex toy. “You feel that, don’t you? The way it pulses inside you, driving you wild. Just imagine how much more you’ll love it once I start riding your dick.” And with that, she shoved the last sphere of the butt plug in roughly. “AAAAaaa shhhhittt!” Tom exclaimed as he was now fully plugged. Amy smiled and turned on the but plug as it vibrated. Tom's pink hole winked several times as it adjusted to this new sensation.
“Now it’s my turn.” Amy’s tone left no room for argument. She pushed Tom’s legs down and under her as she positioned herself over him. Tom’s muscles tensed, a fleeting resistance that melted away as she took control, her dominance palpable in the way she moved. She rode him hard, then soft, then hard again, driving Tom crazy. “YES, baby, YES!” She came in waves of pleasure. You could hear the wet squishing as her wetness lubricated them both.
The grunts, moans, as well as the wet sounds and spanks, intertwined into something out of a sexual concert. “Amy, I’m so close,” Tom gasped, his voice a raw whisper as he felt the pressure building inside him, coiling tighter with every thrust. In no time Amy’s response was —a primal scream that echoed through the room as she rode him harder, her nails digging into his chest. Every muscle in their bodies was tense, vibrating with the intensity of the moment
“I’m cumming!” she cried out for a second time, her voice breaking as the first wave of her orgasm slammed into her, leaving her trembling and breathless. The sheer force of her climax drove Tom over the edge, his own release crashing through him like a tidal wave. His body convulsed as he let out a deep, guttural moan, their combined cries of pleasure mingling in the air. Amy’s hands found his nipples, twisting them hard as his hips bucked wildly beneath her his balls tensing and then hanging and swaying between his legs. The intensity of the moment was almost unbearable, their bodies slick with sweat as they clung to each other, riding out the storm of their shared ecstasy.
Finally, they collapsed onto the mattress, their bodies spent and trembling from the intensity of their climaxes. Amy moved between Tom’s legs, spreading them wide as if she were reversing the roles. “It looks so nice,” she murmured, her fingers tracing along the edges of his thong. “Help me take this out,” she instructed. Tom obediently pulled his legs to his chest again, giving her full access.
With deliberate slowness, Amy began to pull the plug out, savoring every moment. Tom let out a low growl as she tugged at it, each sphere popping free with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. When it was almost out, she suddenly pushed it back in, drawing a gasp from Tom, his eyes widening at the unexpected sensation.
“Oooo baby,” Tom’s voice was a deep, throaty growl. Amy smiled down at him, clearly pleased with his reaction. “See, it’s just 5 inches. You’re fine, big boy,” she teased, but there was an edge to her voice, a quiet satisfaction in the way she held power over him. Tom’s body shuddered as she twisted the plug, the line between pleasure and pain blurring under her control. She played with his ass for a while longer, clearly enjoying the control she had over him. I couldn’t help but notice that Tom was hard again, his face showing the unmistakable signs of being in pure bliss.
Shortly after Amy stopped slowly and worked the black butt plug out of Tom’s hole, ‘wink for me baby she said playfully and Tom squeezed his hole shut.
Amy got up on the edge of the bed and asked 'you are coming tomorrow to have breakfast with my mom and me right?’ Even I could hear the concern and worry in her voice. Tom replied “Amy I’m just not ready” Amy looked away from him disappointed I assumed “I told my mom about us, I think you would like her” Amy’s voice trailed off.
Eventually, Amy sighed and said, “Okay, fine,” her voice now tight with frustration. “We can talk about this next week.” She didn’t wait for a response, just grabbed her clothes and stormed out, the door slamming shut with a loud bang that echoed through the apartment.
Tom lay there for a moment lost in thought. He let out a shaky breath and moved a little the plush mattress sinking slightly under his weight. Reaching for the white thong, Tom ran his fingers over the soft, smooth fabric before slipping it on. The material clung to his skin like a second layer, the room around him dim, the only light coming from the small bedside lamp, casting a warm, intimate glow that highlighted the sharp curves and lines of his muscular body.
Tom picked up the black butt plug, feeling its weight in his hand. The smooth surface glided easily as he applied the lube. He jiggled the plug slightly. Then, with a deep breath, he turned it on. The vibration started low, a gentle hum that barely registered, but as he cranked up the setting, it became a powerful, almost violent pulse.
I was staring in disbelief, and hard as a rock.
Tom got on all fours and reached out for something else—it was the original pink butt plug, and he lubed it up. What is he going to do? I thought to myself.
Tom hesitated for a moment, his breath catching in his throat as he eyed the black butt plug in his hand. The cool, slick surface gleamed under the soft light, promising a mix of pain and pleasure. With a sharp inhale, he slowly pressed it against his hole, the tension in his muscles as they resisted the intrusion. The plug slid in and I watched in awe as his pink hole swallowed, inch by agonizing inch, until the black butt plug was fully seated and gripped by him. A low, guttural moan escaped his lips, his cock twitching in response. As he switched the butt plug on.
Tom crawled on all fours, his body trembling with each movement. His dick straining against the pouch of the white thong, his balls clearly out and swinging with his movements. He reached for the pink plug, as he brought it to his lips. His ass was still pulsing from the first plug, but he was far from done. He lowered his mouth over the pink plug.
My breath hitched in my throat, every muscle in my body tense as I watched.
There was Tom, his powerful frame trembling, his ass raised high with the plug vibrating relentlessly. The wet, rhythmic sounds filled the room as he struggled for breath, his lips wrapped around the pink plug. Gurgling and choking in pure sexual bliss. He was literally giving it to himself from both ends.
Tom was grunting hard as His body convulsed, his dick freed itself thanks to the shaking and rocking of his hips as his second climax arrived like a wave of pleasure crashing through him. His cook flinging splurt after spurt of thick white cum all over the mattress, his dick swung between his muscular toned legs. His eyes were glazed over. His knees trembled, as the intensity of his release left him gasping for breath. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, the echoes of his ragged breathing “fuckkkk, MEEEE!” He gurgled into the pink plug lodged in his mouth as he pushed it deep into his open mouth ‘mmmmmmm’ , as the last spurt of cum flew out of his dick.
Tom’s hands trembled, slick with sweat as he reached for the pink plug, his fingers slipping with every attempt to grip it. Finally, his hand steadied just enough to pull it free, leaving him gasping for air, a mix of saliva and spit dripped down his chin, his breath coming in short, desperate bursts. He slowly got on his back and pulled his knees to his chest, curling into himself as if trying to hold on to the remnants of his pleasure. His dick had a long trail of cum that ran from his tip to his navel.
But the black vibrating plug was still at work, its relentless rhythm sending aftershocks through his spent body. His eyes fluttered closed, his mouth falling open as he kept sticking his tongue out at some imaginary dick I thought to myself, the look of utter bliss etched across his features. It was a moment of pure surrender, raw, unfiltered pleasure.
6.2 all muscle Jock from college, Tom, plugged with a vibrating butt plug … it was utterly amazing to see him like this.
“Yeahhhh, harder” he whispered, eyes closed shut.
His body was covered in small beads of sweat and cum. As his abs flexed and released. I could see his pink hole winking at the same rhythm- he was loving this new toy.
The phone rang again, breaking the spell. Tom opened his eyes, momentarily disoriented, before reaching down and turning off the black plug. He then very gently pulled it out, wincing as the last plastic sphere left his hole empty.
“Yeah, Tom here,” he said, standing again, his body covered in sweat that glistened, making him look so fucking amazing, cum still dripping from his abs and torso. “Amy had to go home early tonight. Yeah, she wants me to meet her mom, and I’m not ready for that,” I heard him say. “Late-night drinking? Say less, I’ll be there in 15 minutes.” He set the phone down, and headed to the shower, his steps unsteady, but his expression oddly serene.
I stayed frozen in place, the reality of what I had just witnessed sinking in. My heart was still pounding, the adrenaline coursing through my veins. The sight of Tom, so vulnerable yet powerful, had ignited something deep within me that I hadn’t expected.
As I listened to the water running in Tom’s shower, the sound of his truck engine firing up shortly after, and his country swing songs fading into the distance, I realized I wasn’t just turned on—I was fascinated, maybe even obsessed, with this secret side of my neighbor that no one else seemed to know.
I had to know more about Tom, about what made him tick, about the hidden layers beneath his confident, jock exterior.
There was something alluring in the way he surrendered, in the way he let Amy control him, and I found myself irresistibly drawn to it.
