Unmotivated, below average Matthew needs to get into shape and get his life together but will top jock Brandon be able to get him into shape. Of course he will and along the way he’ll transform him into a horny, musk obsessed dumb jock addicted to lifting and sucking his cock.
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Maybe it was just another passing phase in a long list of passing phases. Maybe it was because one of my friends sent me a voucher for a free trial period and I couldn't pass up a deal, or maybe it was because every review on this guy’s page on the gyms site were four to five stars that all raved about gains and results. It was the best on the site which only made the choice more clear.
It wasn’t exactly my first time trying to get fit or be healthy, I had done this song and dance my entire adult life. I wanted the end result, looking hot, being strong and muscular and maybe even a little healthy I guess. But I just didn’t have that drive or motivation other guys did, so those attempts always ended when things got too hard or I thought I wasn’t seeing any real results. It also didn’t help that I just lacked the confidence to really do it, to go in the gym and ignore this paranoia that others were observing me when everyone literally told me otherwise. This time my expectations weren't high and I just had to be okay with that because what did I have to lose other than my dignity right?
I was going to work out and if I didn’t like it, if the guy was some big smelly brute douchebag I could just ghost him after the first session and say I tried. So I got ready, shaved off my body hair, took an extra long shower and made myself as clean as possible for a good first impression. The problem came when I dug through my closet and dresser, only finding some old athletic shorts and a t-shirt I didn’t care about that were appropriate for a workout. The gym wasn’t that far so I thought I’d impress myself with a walk there, the breeze on my skin encouraging me on till I walked through the doors where new years resolutions died and gym rats were born. I was on time, and for me on time was early, being there and being ready meant a lot to me.
The atmosphere screamed franchise gym, the entrance filled with branding and the desk, sleek, clean and kept to code with what I’d call gym barbie waiting on people to show them her ID or sign up for a plan they would never be able to cancel in their entire life time unless they gave up their first born AND went on a quest to destroy the one ring. Before I even approached she waved at me, the doors signalling my arrival, her voice high and happy as the smile of truly evil bureaucracy ate my soul.
“Hey, welcome to Galaxy Fitness, how can I help you today?! First time member?” She asks, it wasn’t a read or a dig, at least I dont think…sarah yeah that's what her nametag said, could even if she wanted to. I was very much not the type to show up here and she probably had regulars consistently. So I pull up my phone, the voucher already waiting as its unlocked, trying to minimize as much small talk as possible.
“I’m here for the free trial with Brandon? Do you know if he’s in!” If I had paid more attention to Sarah or maybe even just had enough confidence to look her in the eye I would have noticed her expression, her smile became a smirk like she knew something I didn’t. I maybe would have thought something of it and backed out, but I was already trying to focus elsewhere and distract my eyes.
“A client of Brandon’s, yeah he’s in, trust me you're in good hands! I’ve seen him do miracles” She says scanning the voucher and going in the door behind her to fetch him. I thought it was going to be more of a trial and tribulation with her, like maybe she would have talked my ear off or be rude but right off the bat she was on her way to get me what I want! Guess you shouldn’t judge a book by its blonde bimbo cover. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
Its like the universe heard me, and its response was the loud slapping feet echoing across the floor. A lumbering figure casted in shadows from the overhead light, accentuating his gorgeous muscles but hiding his face made his way over. Each step showcased a swagger in his stride, his legs pushed to the side by the size of a bulge in pants that left little to the imagination. His chest was almost fully out, pillowey pecs that ate away a gymshark tank for breakfast. His arms were corded muscle incarnate with his traps and shoulders creating this domineering silhouette. With the body hair that easily came out looking like a full pelt of fur, he was the definition of mouthwatering even if I wouldn’t admit it outloud.
My own mouth hung open, drips of drool spilling over, and my own dick betraying me, becoming harder, tenting my pants as the mountain of a man I could only assume was Brandon made his way over to me. Towering my average frame and putting into perspective for me, what a man really looked like. I couldn’t help but feel this immediate submissive streak in me flare up, desperate to fully give into carnal urges, gawk openly at his muscles and worship them. He was every man I fantasized about as a strict bottom and even if I wouldn’t completely admit it, I wanted to be. Even from a distance I could start to smell this distinct musk circling the room, coming from him. Just a small smell was like a hit of poppers, my whole body tensing as a tiny PULSE ran through me.
It wasn’t long before he was right in front of me, it was clear that this man entered the room pecs first, with a cocky gym bro smirk permanently carved across his face that only accentuated his chiseled jaw that was only slightly hidden behind stubble. Before he even spoke to me I felt light headed just being near him, his -stench- MUSK was overwhelming before he raised his pits, its scent wafting into my nose and making my eyes water. This was going to be a long session but it was too late to back out now, he was here and his voice soon sent shivers down my spine. I was
“Yo, you must be Matt dude, I saw your scheduled appointment last night!” He says shortening my name in a way I despised as he raised his arms slightly up exposing his pits and sending a blast. My own perception of myself was way too serious and uptight, and I knew that which only made it worse when people tried to change it. If I wanted to be Matt, I’d be Matt, but how could I tell this meat headed giant this without losing my session or being tossed. Just go light hearted Matthew, everything will be fine! “It’s actually Matthew sorry, but yeah I'm here for my session and ready to get started!” It was a good correction, not a jab and it had an apology which softened the blow- GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD BRO! It was a loud and sudden intrusive thought, one that wouldn’t leave just an echo repeating that got louder and louder.
“It's all good Bro, I’ll remember to call you Matthew Matt!” He laughs clapping me on the shoulder, his arm wrapping around my neck as he starts walking me along to one of the adjacent rooms to the main facility. His sweat sinking into me slowly, drenching my neckline as his footsteps made his muscles jiggle up and down, my face close enough to his pecs to feel them against my cheek. I had to adjust myself, just being near Brandon was making me horny and if I didn’t move my cock around everyone would see me leaking into my own shorts. “We’ll get you started by weighing and measuring you where you're at so we can see what we're working with!” Patting me on the shoulder one last time before we enter what is probably the closest thing he has to an office.
“So this is pretty standard to begin with? Just weighing and measuring-” Before I can even finish he takes control of the conversation. “Yeah Bro, it's all standard- and we’ll also be talking about goals, about what you want to get out of all of this.” The scale is right infont of me and on the wall across is a height chart. The entire room gives me flashbacks to P.E. and physicals and I can’t help but shrink into myself, my hands feeling my love handles and my shoulders slouching. I let out a sigh and breathe in deep getting ready to feel discouraged when that same lightheaded feeling hits me- FUCK THAT BRO LETS GET TO IT. my brain screams. I try to shake it off, where is that coming - GET OUT OF YOUR OWN HEAD. I just had to get on that scale, and stop being so fucking anxious man. This was just the start and I could only go up from here especially with my man Brandon. My man Brandon? I don’t even kno- NUT UP AND SHUT UP BRO! It was just a scale and some measurements I could get through that were no problem.
Even though I was reconciling with myself, committing to this, Brandon saw my apprehension, lowering his clipboard to the table he lifts up his arm, exposing his rank, sweaty wet pits from his earlier training, tensing and flexing his bicep. The rhythm relaxing my mind makes me want to follow it, my heart beat and breathing pattern starting to mimic it. Making me breathe more and more of his musk in. The world, my worries, all fully gone.
“Like listen BRO, no matter what the numbers say were gonna get you leavin here lookin swole as fuck, thats a Brandon Guarantee!” He says motioning to the scale before doing a quick bicep flex, his pit immediately exposed to me unleashing a wave of MUSK. My nose was used to it at this point, taking in his scent, no urge to cover it or hide, just sniff deeper, letting it corrupt and corrode my brain to the point of pure acceptance and submission. My eyes roamed his muscles and his sweat soaked body, unable to stop myself from zoning out and submitting to his stern voice or his hands manhandling me into place.
“It's all just about the mindset BRO. We're gonna get you all set, nice starting weight. Going to be a great start for you to build muscle and get you nice and BIG, MATTY!” That name rings in my head. I try to correct him but it just makes so much sense to just let him speak, let him be right, listen, obey. Matthew was so stuck up, being matty could be nice.
“Okay lets see about your measurements, not much we can do with the height Bro..” Brandon says His hands are going across my chest, the measuring tape acting like a restraint as he takes notes and moves it around my form. His sweat soaks my shirt before he pulls away, and I nearly try to follow his hands, wanting that warmth, that sweat that stinks to stay but what's worse is his face looking disappointed. “Bro I'm gonna need you to take this off, can’t work like this.” I don't even question it, to get his hands back on I’d do anything, taking the shirt off didn't even trigger my anxiety all I wanted was his approval. And his hands.
He gave me direction and I followed, his arms moved to get all my measurements down, and at some point the tape was gone and it was just his hands. Tracing across my chest, drawing on me with his sweat and musk till every inch was massaged, groped and covered. They started drifting, his arms draping over my shoulders as he covered my back before drifting under my pits. He paid extra attention around there, covering up my natural scent, replacing it with his own and encouraging it to produce Brandon's musk. There it was, all of it seeping into my skin, making me more obedient, more susceptible as my body, my mind gave in. Letting him care and basically worship my body with his hands, feeling the potential it had within.
“There you go Bro, All settled, all ready, no more complaints, no more thoughts, just my musk, and my voice!” he says circling me like a shark, his voice speaking truth and only truth. His potent, STALE aroma taking over anything and everything I had left till it was just him and the high of taking in his musk, getting addicted to it. Overwhelming my senses, making it impossible to tell reality from fiction.
“Now Matt, we're gonna do basic workouts today, and each exercise, each rep is going to get you so amped Bro, you're going to memorize proper form and do exactly as I say?” He says making eye contact with me, his voice commanding more than asking.
“Yes Brandon, I’ll memoriiiize proper form and do exactly as you say!” I managed to droll out, feeling good confirming that I understood.
“Not, Brandon Bro, You're gonna only be able to call me BRO from now on, do you understand!” He says slapping me on the ass, eliciting a moan from me as I feel it recoil.
“Understood BRO, only call you BROO!” he gives my ass another swat, a connection in my mind forming that obedience is pleasure, and the more I obey my Bro the better it will feel.
I watch him step back and strike a few poses, each one showing off a different muscle group. Flexing for me, burning the images of them in my mind as he did a double bicep pose, his arms became mountains, his traps flaring making him look larger than life. His pecs popping, with my eyes following each one up and down. Bro had a mastery over individual muscle groups “This is what you crave right Bro, this is what you want to look like?!” He asks me, no Bro is never asking, he’s telling, cementing his words in my head making them the truth.
It's just this time they were already the truth, I just wasn’t ready for it, and now its all I wanted.
“Yesss Bro! I crave muscle Bro, I need to look like that Bro!” My voice is so clear, so even with this, and Brandon takes note of it, its something to truly take root and it was time to branch out.
He got closer to me now, his body just in reach and he looked me up and down and commanded I touch his muscles, worship them, memorize the feel of each one. My eyes focused on them as my hands were guided by his voice. Starting with his chest, feeling the slabs of meat, no these were like pillows, my hands sinking into it, before they drifted down to his solid six pack, his waist tapering before expanding into his hips and legs. I try to slide my hands down to his bulge, this thin piece of mesh blocking me from my prize, it had to have been at least half hard by the size of it, the tiny gym shirts left nothing to my imagination because of the imprint of his shaft and cockhead, It was obscene, mouthwatering and made me just want to feel it, smell it, taste it. If he had put his hands on my shoulders and lightly pushed me down i would have fell to my knees and pulled his shorts down with my teeth, letting the monster out, and slapping me across my cheek smearing precum on my lips as the parted desperately—
He moved my hands to his arms, knocking me out of my horny fantasy, It was shocking to feel like you've fallen to the bottom of a trance only to feel yourself fall deeper all on your own without someone guiding you. The feeling of his bulging biceps and built triceps were sturdy, strong and before I knew what was happening, my mind focused on my fantasies, on his smell on his muscles, he had grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me into his Pit. Everything I smelt before, every bit of man musk was nothing compared to the source.
I couldn’t stop myself from diving deeper, my eyes rolling, tongue fighting its way out of my lips to begin lapping and worshiping his pits, getting more and more of him into me. His deep and resonant moans egged me on as I felt his hand rest gently against the back of my head, holding my hair for extra leverage. What I couldn’t get with my tongue I felt smeared into my face, covering all of me with him, his smell and his sweat.
“Good Boy Bro, This will be your foundation, and to make sure it all sticks and you come back Bro, I want you to every time you smell my musk, every time you think about my muscles, my bulge, me, for you to get horny. And every time you get horny I want you to think about the gym, getting gains, and I want that to lead back to the musk and create a loop, an itch that only working out can satisfy. Do you understand me Bro?” His words rush through me, it was so much all at once that when he pulled me from his pit, all I could do was whine and moan. His words bounced around in my head over and over again.
“Come on Bro, say it, say what's gonna happen!” I tried to pull myself back to his pit, needing it again. My mouth had just tasted ambrosia and without it I was empty, nothing.
“Say it BRO, or I won’t let you have the other pit!” His voice is harsh and the very idea of being denied this slice of heaven sends aches up and down my spine.
“Br..Bro every time I smell your musk or think about your muscles or bulge I get horny, every time I get horny I will think about going to the gym, getting gains and every time I go to the gym i’ll think about your musk, my musk and it creates a cycle I can’t ignore, an itch I need scratched that only you can scratch. An itch only Working out can satisfy!” My eyes are gone, fully dilated, his musk is a drug I was addicted to, his words gospel and his muscles all I would ever want.
“Again louder this time BRO!!” His face was so close to mine, I could feel the heat, the passion, the strength.
“EVERYTIME I SMELL YOUR MUSK OR THINK OF YOUR MUSCLES AND BULGE I’LL GET HORNY, WHEN I GET HORNY I’LL NEED TO GO TO THE GYM AND EVERYTIME I GO TO THE GYM I’LL THINK AND SMELL YOUR MUSK AND GET HORNY OVER AND OVER AGAIN BRO!!” The words running out of my mouth, fully cemented fully true and Bro lets go of me and strikes a double bicep pose. Letting me claim my prize.
As soon as my head zooms down in there I feel it, his bicep, an overbearing power, flexing locking me into place. My face being hotboxed by his musk as I devolve into a horny, submissive slut for his muscle and musk. My hands wandering his body as I try to lick and lap away at his sweaty ripe pits.
After worshipping his pits and learning every crevice every taste of them I was fully out of it, in need of direction. Brandon did this snapping things with his hands and like—
Bro it was so much easier to think. All I had to do was lift and follow his orders, my mouth felt funny and everything that wasn’t learning how to do a bicep curl, tricep dips or a side lateral raise just wasn’t worth thinking about. Today was gonna be all about arms and shoulders to help me get nice and jacked like him. He told me how important it was that I learn proper form and he guided me with his thick, giant hands each time. I was getting to a point with the weights that it was becoming muscle memory, perfectly replicating what he showed me, taking it to heart.
Half way through i was getting hot the lights felt overbearing, a twinge of doubt and the desire to give up. But my Bro Brandon was the best, he saw this and lifted up his soaked tank and put me inside it. Mashing my face against his warm, smelly pecs with the tight fabric. My tongue couldn't help but quickly lick away at it, giving into some of my more carnal desires. Soon my worship made him bounce his pecs against me, the trance-like state I found myself in before returning with a vengeance I can’t ignore.
Every bounce was a surge of pleasure, as I began to motorboat my trainer. A part of me wanted to stop, I had done so much today but with each passing second I found it harder and harder to understand why I was being such a dumbass. My bro Brandon was just helping me out, encouraging me to be my best self. If he wanted me to feel the weight of his muscle titties against my face, move them up and down, and me to worship them, then that was the right move duh. I let myself fade into the pleasure and zone out till I found myself out of his shirt and back to working out.
Every rep I did after that for arm day my Bro Brandon gave me a quick Bro slap of encouragement to keep going. My ass jiggling from the swatt eliciting a moan of pleasure. After we were finished with the free weights he made me stand in front of the mirror and start posing, a tiny voice in the back of my head, some form of resistance that stood no chance, was screaming that I would never do this, that this was so out of character but with each pose I cared less and less about that and more about moulding my body to exactly what I wanted.
By the end of it we did some light running to get me nice and sweaty before heading out. It was probably the best session I had ever had and I let him know I would be bright and early tomorrow.
When I got home I was too exhausted to shower, that's what I told myself. I got in bed and immediately fell asleep, my sweat soaked body drenching the bed, my new musk staining the covers sheets and pillows creating an environmental prison of BRODOM I would never be able to escape from. My dreams were echos of the session, things that were burned into my mind, playing like a slideshow, brandon flexing, words that I couldn’t consciously remember played on loop. The old me would have maybe labeled it a horny nightmare but to me it was paradise, my unconscious mouth drooling on the pillow thinking about my next hit of his musk, or getting to worship all of his strong, rank smell and muscles.
Shit Shit Shit Bro, I didn't wake up when my alarm went off. Fuck I must be a bit out of it from yesterday. Before I can even jump out of bed it hits me like a freight train, this intoxicating scent coming from the bed. I feel my body tense while laying face down in the bed, my cock throbbing, leaking precum into my underwear, i cant help but grind into my bed. Starting a rut I never want to end, I feel myself take a deep inhale of the smell, feeling the heat and sweat on my body, it makes my brain light up, images of Brandon’s muscles, his bulge, the smell of him making me hornier and hornier, and the hornier I got the more I needed to get up, to go to the gym. My body was aching with need and I had to satisfy it. I don’t even think about showering or trying to shave. My first thought is jumping into my clothes, not caring that they were sweaty, not caring about how smelly I was or the obvious pre cum staining through onto my shorts I had to get to my bro.
While there isn’t magical growth on my arms as I rush out I do notice the soreness, but also this great feeling of strength in them. They look pumped still, bigger and more toned from the exercise then the unmentionable twigs they were before. Its something to step back and notice and appreciate. Except I had to get to my Bro, I needed my next fix.
The walk was faster today, and Sarah the receptionist waved me in immediately telling me he was in the back. Each step to him was like a jolt of pleasure. A step closer to release, my cock and balls jumping and tenting my shorts, leaving me with no dignity but I was beyond shame at this point.
“Wow bro, look who finally showed up! Hope you're ready for the legs today Matt!” he says mid pose his eyes staring right into my soul, his musk overtaking my mind again, yeah Matt was my name, loved when he called me that. I feel that dopey grin replace the desperation that had sewn itself to my face, the readiness to submit as I see those shiny, delicious pecs free from their fabric prison, waiting for me. My cock was right on the edge and I needed him to push me over. I find myself falling faster into that headspace before, his presence was frying what was left of my brain again and things got even slower as my eyes glazed over.
“Absolutely Bro, Can’t wait to feel the burn!” I says giving my quads and calves a quick flex. Brandon comes over and quickly gives my bulge a squeeze making me release a giant moan. “Yeah Good bro, so glad you understand!” As he palms my bulge I feel it, that stupid edge, I manage to moan into him begging him to let me come and he tells me to wait to hold off. To be a good Bro and I'll get everything I want and more. I don’t see anything wrong with this, its normal for bro’s to do this, to edge each other, thats always been normal.
The session is simple at first he checks my form when it comes to basic squats, aligning my back and feet correctly, egging me to go further. Its like a stamina test to see how many I can do and with the sweat dripping down my brow I only encourage myself to go past what I would have expected. I get through 10 reps of 30 and feel the burn. That look of pride on my bro’s face was such a fucking reward.
He takes me through a few new exercises afterward. I had never done RDL’s or Bulgarian Split squats but each time he corrects my form or shows me how to do it its burned in my mind. My glutes are on fire, my hamstrings are burning and it all feels good, that good feeling leads to me thinking about my cock, my rock hard cock, how it needs attention, how much attention it will get the buffer I get, how the buffer I get the more musky and sweaty I’ll be. Its so easy to lose my mind to that, just me, my bro, my cock and the gym. Doing what he wants because he knows what's best.
Its the Glute bridges that get me the most, how I'm positioned against the wall, Brandon’s massive yoked frame in front of me, his crotch basically almost eye level with me. Keeping me centered, waiting because hes just so close, close enough for me to just fall forward and nuzzle into it. But I don’t, my big bro brandon is in charge and I listen. It's just that when I start to wobble, to falter, Brandon does notice, and Brandon gets this wolfish grin on his face. One that means mischief, fun and domination.
From above me he leans over onto the wall, his body fully blocking my view of the surroundings and his massive bulge SLAPPING right into my face. That same intoxicating aroma from his pits hits me again but this time even stronger even from behind the fabric. My mind is telling this is accidental, that he didn't mean to do that, that he slipped, as he moves his bulge around my face the world goes blank. It's just me and the piece of meat on top of me. His heavy cock and balls rest across my nose and lips and as I open my mouth to breathe in, I inhale divinity, my lips gently kiss against mesh covered cum filled bull balls and I can't help but taste it.
It's the taste of man, of hard working sweat, with this salty undertone of precum and cum. I lap at it, not caring where I am, and this need, this desire to worship him over his pants keeps me firmly planted against the wall, my form perfect as I try and fit his entire bulge in my mouth. I don't know how long I've been like this. All I know is that when the world returns, when he leaves me my face is covered in his sweat, his pants are fully tented and my legs are on fire.
We take a quick water break and I can't help but feel this pulsing thrum through my body, i’m not thirsty for water, I'm thirsting for him. A part of me wants to feel bad that I did that to him, IN PUBLIC of all places but another part of me, this new louder, much bigger piece knows that was right.That what I did was service, was worship to my bro and his cock, and it felt better then anything, it made me horny and when i was horny, i wanted to work out and when i worked out, id get nice and musky which only made me hornier.
I had to finally venture into the locker room, the older version of me would have balked at this, the idea of venturing into here at all was an anxiety fest. Now though i had the confidence to really just relax enjoy myself and take my time. I needed to dry off though, it was so sweaty, mmhmm and hot and musky that I don't think I could do my last few workouts without accidentally slipping or falling.
Brandon was already in there, basically naked cooling himself off at the sink when I stopped in. “
“Was wondering when my lil Bro was gonna come on in to see where the fun really happens.” He says smiling so brightly it was infectious.
“Yeah no, I figured this was gonna be the place to really dry off before we start back up?” I asked, looking around, I didn't see any place for towels, and definitely wasn’t sure how to go about it any differently.
“Its all good bro, I got you covered.” Brandon pulls off the Jockstrap hes wearing through his shorts with ease. It almost feels like one of those only fan promo videos as he does it. His bulge swinging wildly. When its finally free its wet from my tongue bath earlier, but also from sweat, a delicious aroma of musk wafts from it. Brandon quickly pats himself down adding more musk to his well used jock before stuffing it down into my mouth.
The flavor sits on my tongue and I have to stop myself from cumming. The taste of precum and old cumstains drenching my mind in white. I feel Brandon led me out, telling me we were gonna do a quick detour on training that we would have a go at some chest exercises. Sitting me down at the bench press. He sets my form up, my arms at each side evenly placed. Its just when I looked up, jockstrap in my mouth, I saw directly up his shorts, his cock fully tenting them, his bull balls swinging, it was hard and veiny and delicious.
His cock balls were freely swing back and forth, back and forth like a pendulum, so easy to follow, so ebay to focus.
“Bro This is gonna be real easy okay, I’m gonna give you the rhythm to follow and every time you follow it your going to feel good and when you feel good, you’ll go deep, you’ll goblank and listen to me understand.” He said and I moaned in approval, my mouth unable to speak anything just swallow more and more of his sweat and musk. Starting to lift.
“Thats it Bro, you love this, you love coming to the gym!” His cock swinging, my eyes following, blank, receptive.
“You love training fucking hard, all Sweaty and musky, you love being all sweaty and musky!” His voice deeper, his cock getting harder, and harder.
“But what you love most, what gets you so hot, so horny, is serving your trainer, your Bro brandon who is more muscular and musky than you!” He repeats this over and over again, his words branding my mind, his cock oozing precum, building up an orgasm I wanted to feel now but I know was being denied to me for a reason. As soon as we finish them he gets me back on leg day routine, the jock in my mouth the entire time, like ti should be.
We ended on deadlifts, Brandon behind me, spotting me like any good bro. If i still had all of my cognitive abilities I would have questioned the positioning, his body just a bit to close to me, his hands wrapped around my waist like a belt, his crotch level with my ass, so close to pressing into it, all nine inches of that hard gymbro meat begging to fuck me. However I saw no problem with this, if I wussed out or the bar got too heavy I knew my Bro would snap to it grabbing it for me to keep me safe. We started light and easy, I had already sweated up a storm so there was no reason to risk pushing too hard on a dangerous/difficult exercise for a beginner. Before we began I took one last big deep breath in, inhaling mine and his stench, letting it guide me.
“That’s it, nice and slow lets go low yeah, get that ass low” His lips were right against my ear, his breath was hot. I could feel his hands dig in to me, keeping me steady as I slowly lowered myself down. Feeling his cock grind against my ass as I got to my lowest point.
“Okay now good, you're going to come up now, make sure to breathe and engage your core!” His words were so easy to follow, that deep bass reverberating in my head as I did what I was told. I could feel a tiny, small thrust into me, pressing his cock deeper into the middle of my cheeks as I got all the way up. Letting out a deep yell and moan as I did.
“Okay again Matty bro, you can do this! Let's get this started!” You could tell from his voice just how proud he was, and how horny. We repeated this for three reps of ten, each time edging each other slowly. I wanted to drop it at one point and lower my shorts but the way the musk made me want to keep going, that earthy scent giving me the drive to get built. I was so happy to just workout. I left the gym soaking wet in sweat swearing I was just going to shower when I got home. I don’t know when I got so good at lying to myself or being this dumb. I drifted off to sleep, mouth filled with Brandon’s sweat and precum, blissfully asleep and getting reconditioned
I didnt even bother to set my alarm last night bro, there was like no point, Me and Brandon were just gonna be chillin out anyway. Him teaching me the ropes. It also meant I could spend a little bit more time breathin in my dope man stink, humping my bed feeling my cock beg to fuck something. Matty jr. I would have to wait tho man because I needed to keep a clear head. We got off when we got gains and that's just my Bro way man. At one point I flipped myself over and bed and had to jack it, teasing the head as I traced my finger around it and the shaft, watching the precum just ooze out of it. Taking a quick swab with my finger I brought it to my lips and just moaned. I couldn't wait to get the real thing but to do that I had to go to the gym. There was no point in putting on underwear today, I had totally ruined them with all my precum that I might as well just go commando.
I looked at the shorts I had worn from the day before and gave them a quick sniff, that same light headed feeling hit me. “Must still have some wear left in em” I think before pullin em on, it took an extra hop to get them over my ass. “Must just be the pump from yesterday” is all i can think, picking up a different shirt from my closet not caring much about it. Before I went on my run to the gym I looked at my reflection. Dopey grin, glassy eyes, chinstrap starting to form and just a genuine relaxed posture. I looked good enough to eat and I hoped my big bro Brandon would want a bite.
I didn't even say anything to Sarah when she buzzed me in, just a smile and nod! She seemed to know I was coming to, quickly telling me there was a protein shake Brandon got for me on the counter. I took it, thinking at the very least I should give it a try since my bro got it for me. If I was at all observant like I used to be, I would have been able to tell that that shaker was empty, I would have questioned it by how light it was but that doesn't matter really. Because walking my way to the back though I almost dropped it.
If I thought Brandon’s dickprint was obscene, looking at his ass when he was bent over got me going. My cock immediately went from half mast to ramrod straight. I couldn't help but bite my lip looking at it up and down. It was the perfect mix of muscle and fat, not just gym goals but something I would want to fuck so hard. Imagining myself underneath him while he holds onto my chest, his ass riding my cock bouncing up and down. His pillowey pecs in my face as he takes full control. Even in my fantasies of fucking him he was incharge and I couldn’t help it.
I feel that wave of musk hit me again, that heady, foggy feeling taking over, my brain frying again till nothing's left but a jock bro waiting to work out. “Fuuuuck Bro you got a permit for that dumptruck.” I say giving it a quick swat, my eyes watch as it hypnotically jiggles, the recoil insane on it.
Brandon can’t help but laugh, seeing how far I’ve come from clean cut, stuck up nerd to work out Bro, and today would be the day he cements it all even if I didn’t know it yet. “Nah bro but I definitely know how to back it up.” he says, thrusting himself back into me, its at that moment I lose a lot of my composure as my mesh covered cock hotdogs his cheeks. It all happens so fast, that edge I’d been on the last few days is long gone, I’ve been shoved off of it, an orgasm I couldn’t control that had built up, firing at all cylinders. I feel my past, my experiences, my old shower and skin care routine, my booksmarts all shoot out of my cock with three days of cum.
My hands reach out to him, grabbing onto his pecs from behind, feeling them up, worshipping them as I start to thrust into him, dry humping him like a moron. The old me, the me that was shooting into my pants and down my leg would be so embarrassed but the muscle musk loving me only cared about gains and getting off.
“Thats it, time to let go all the way, this is the last “FREE” session Bro, you ready for that.” He pulls himself up off the machine he was on. Backing his ass into me, wedging my incredibly sensitive and still hard cock there until he steps away. Once he’s standing fully in front of me I feel myself fall to my knees taking him all in.
“See Bro, you're almost done, you're almost my perfect lil Gym Bro, it's just one last lil step okay. One last step and you're on your way to be a real jockbro okay.” He says laughing slightly, tugging at his pants. Struggling to pull them down because of his thunder thighs. When he finally does he throws them behind me. My eyes focused on his black jockstrap, the musk radiating off that, wafting into my nose driving me crazy. I try to dive for it but he grabs my head.
With the smirk of a fox he lowers them and IMMEDIATELY i feel it slap me in my right cheek going over to my left. Smearing precum across my lips I can’t help myself from licking at it, tasting divinity. I try to follow after it but Bro is wagging it back and forth, keeping it away from me.
“God you should see the look on your face Matty, you look so fucking cock hungry i wonder if I” he doesn’t even say anything else. I feel another strong SLAP across the left side of my face, my eyes follow this giant fuckstick as he teases me, going all the way to the other side.
“God it's so hot when you chase after it, one more time let me see what this does!” I watch as he holds his cock with both hands lifting it up till its hovering over the middle of my face. Casting a shadow straight down the middle, I feel it, this moment of no return I could move out of the way, avoid it all but I submit, my eyes wide open looking up at Brandon as He drops his cock. My eyes cross as they try to track it, slapping hard against my skin, our sweat and the precum splashing everywhere. My mind was shattered into a million pieces.
“This is all so worth it. Okay bro Ready to be a part of the Galaxy Fitness family.” He pulls away and I moan, begging for whatever is to cum next. He holds onto both sides of my head, his cock right at my lips. He lightly presses against it, my mouth kissing it before slowly opening to welcome it in.
“Good, Now Take it!” He yells thrusting all the way in and down my throat, his hands holding the side of my face for leverage. I dont have any time to react, I don't have any time to even gag, just take it. Hard, Fast and Deliciously. It should have hurt, I shouldn’t have been so relaxed but I had to serve my trainer so I served him right. Letting him skull fuck me I feel his pubes brush and tickle against my nose, the arousing aroma fully blanking me as I feel myself cum hands free again.
“Yeah thats it almost!” He almost pulls all the way out, leaving just the tip in before plunging all the way in “God you feel so good bro, so tight, so warm!” His cock hitting me in the back of the throat again, down and filling me all the way. It leaves no room, no space, just cock, just muscle, JUST MUSK.
“Yeah, so close, gonna fuck you stupid, gonna fill you up with cum and thats all your gonna be lil.BRo!” he moans out going faster now, his balls slapping into my chin and neck. His hands gripping my hair.
“”All your. Gonna… BE is..MY LIL DUMB MUSCLE BRO!!” Each word was another thrust, another plunge, going harder and harder, I couldnt breathe, DIDNT NEED TO. All i needed was cock, all i needed was cum. All I needed was Muscle, Musk and to serve my Bro.
“Here it cums, SWALLOW ALL.OF.IT.BRO!” He moans out, smashing his pubes into my face and shooting, load after load of cum. Swallowing all of it, my stomach fills to the brim as I feel myself lose control again, having a third orgasm today, emptying out more space for him, for the gym, for this. No more past, no more worries, all my education gone, just this.
