WEIGHT ROOM ANTICS

From: da_costa_ws@yahoo.com
This story involves male on male sex and urine. Don’t like it? Leave.

By Da Costa

The apartment complex where I live has many nice looking male
residents. One of these nice looking guys lives right next door and I have
to look out the window every time I see him outside because he is hot
stuff.
His name is Chaney and he works construction doing plaster and paint
work. He stands six feet tall and about 250 pounds of beef. He’s also
twenty five and is a bear, without facial hair. He lives alone and likes
to listen to loud rap music.
Chaney has a very nice body and I found out that he likes to work out
in the evenings after work. Every so often I can hear his music coming from
his apartment. I have also heard the occasional thud on the floor from
weights. One day he pulled up out front of the building and had a door
sized mirror tied to his car. I was going out to get the mail and stopped
to chat with him. I asked him if the large pane was a closet door and he
told me that it was for his workout room. I immediately surmised that his
workout room was the second bedroom of the apartment. Being the good
neighbor that I am, I asked him if he needed help getting it into his
apartment so it won’t break. He said yes and I knew that at long last I was
going to get a look into his domain.
I must say at this point that it was spring time and I was feeling
very horny and Chaney was dressed in loose shorts and a tank top and had
spots of plaster on his arms and legs. The thick blond hair on his chest
was poking out all over the top of his shirt and I took the opportunity to
admire his strong, hairy arms and legs.
We got the mirror into the room and leaned it against a wall and he
sat on his weight bench. I leaned against the bar with weights on the top
of the bench and started any kind of conversation to stay as long as I
could and then noticed the amount of weight that he had on the bar.
“That’s a lot of weight on here.” I said patting the weights.
“Its average for me.” He said laying down onto the bench and gripping
the bar.
Chaney lifted the bar and pumped it twice and then I noticed a slight
rise in his shorts as he started to get hard. My dick sprang right up in
my shorts.
“Lifting is good for relieving pressure,” Chaney set the bar back on
its supports and gabbed his hard dick through his shorts which had to be a
good eight inches long. “As well as other things.” He looked at me with a
slight lust in his eyes and laid his head back onto the bench and I took
over.
I grabbed his hard dick through the fabric and squeezed it tightly and
took it between my teeth and madly bit at him. Chaney made approving moans
and then I pulled his shorts down to his knees and was met with his precum
soaked dick amid a forest of blond hair.
I started to lick the shaft at the base spit soaking all of his pubic
hair and worked my way up the shaft till I reached the head and licked his
sweet clear fluid flowing from his piss slit. I opened my mouth wider and
took the head into my mouth and then slowly took the shaft down as far as I
could and wrapped my tongue around his dick moving over the sensitive area
just under the head. I normally would have taken my time with a blowjob,
especially on Chaney, but I was so horny that I wanted to taste his juice
and get off myself since I was already jacking off and getting ready to
shoot.
My hands were rubbing all over his hairy belly and then I pushed a
little bit on his belly where his bladder was located.
“Easy, dude. You’ll make me have to pee.” I pushed gently again. “I
told you that will make me…oh. Is that what you want?” I moaned a yes and
gently pushed one more time. “Okay, dude. Here it comes.” I could feel him
relax his muscles and then my mouth was filled with his salty piss. I began
to drink it down trying not to spill any of it. “Fuck, that feels great.
Fuck, that’s good. Fuck, drink it all dude. Drink that dirty piss.” His
piss flow stopped and I got back to sucking on his still hard dick.
Chaney continued to talk dirty and was breathing hard and then let
loose with his sweet cum washing to the back of my throat. I gulped all he
had to give me and then pulled off of him. He raised his shirt and told me
to shoot onto his hairy chest. I was surprised by his statement but I
didn’t care and two strokes later I shot my white cream onto his hairy
chest.
“Now clean it off me.” Chaney said looking and my cum tangled in his
hair.
I licked my cum off of his chest with slow strokes taking detours to
lick his tits. When I finished he sat up and told me that I would have to
leave because his girlfriend would be coming home soon.
Since that day I’ve seen Chaney from time to time, even chatted and he
carries on as nothing ever happened between us. He’s friendly but not as
friendly as he was that one spring afternoon.

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