Even before the steroids, I always had an insane sex drive, needing to cum about five times a day. Now, it’s so much worse. When I’m horny, I can’t just jerk off, I have to fuck something. I need to put my load in someone.
I was in the car the other day, and it came over me, like a craze. I couldn’t think. I was wearing mesh shorts, and my instant erection had fully shot out of them, nearly half of my cock sitting on my bare thigh. Looking at the muscles on my thigh, I got even more turned on.
I could have beat it into the next body I saw. Who was around? Could I wait to make it home, and put it into Aaron, or Sami? Or maybe stop by the gym and fuck one of my boys? No, it needed to be now. I drove past the supplement store, and knew what to do.
Jimmy was working at the register, his bronze latino skin glowing, his 300 pounds and six feet of rippling muscle popping beautifully out of his purple work polo shirt. The veins in his arms looked prime to burst. The place was empty. He growled as he enveloped me into a bear hug, our two surging hard-ons rubbing each other. He was wearing jeans, which must have been 70 percent spandex to house his massive ass. I squeezed it hard. Jimmy sold legal supplements here at the store, and, in the back, hooked all of us up with steroids.
“What’s up, babe?” he asked, his white teeth shimmering.
“Jimmy, I really need to cum,” I said. Mind if I put one in your mouth?
“Of course,” he grinned. “OK if I jerk myself off while you’re fucking my face?”
We got behind the counter, his enormous mass now bent down on the floor. His thick cock was in his hand. I ripped my mesh down and smacked his face with my dick, then shoved it in his mouth. He was perfect, his thick lips pressing hard on my dick, as I got it all the way down his throat. Jimmy knew how to take a load, so I knew I could fuck his face rough. And, from the way he was beating his own dick, I knew he loved it.
When I couldn’t take any longer, I pulled it out and blasted his face. He lit it rip too, firing his own load all over his clothing. I gripped his hair and used the wall for support as I drenched his perfect lips and those high cheekbones. Thick white globs of cum dripped off of him. I pulled up all 300 pounds of him and kissed him passionately.
“Thanks for that,” I said.
“Want to take some T?” he asked. I put my arm around his, and we headed in the back.
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