The Workout [MF] [Str8]

“How do you do it? How do you find the time and energy for all this?”

Kelly Lowell got asked that question often and for good reason. Once people learned about her career aspirations, her workload, and her day-to-day schedule, they looked at her as though she were crazy. Even her closest family members thought her ambitions were excessive.

They weren’t wrong, either. Since high school, Kelly had pursued a career in sports medicine. Her father was a former Olympian. Her two younger brothers were aspiring athletes. She tried to be an athlete too, but a fateful injury during a field hockey game in junior high school sent her down another path. In some respects, that path was more rigorous than that of any athlete.

Kelly’s weekly schedule read like a case study for obsessive overachievers. She was a full-time college sophomore taking on a full-time course load. She was a pre-med student pursuing two majors, one in biology and one in pharmacology. She also interned with the university’s athletic department, working closely with the medical staff to gain the skills and knowledge necessary to help her build a career sports medicine.

On top of those jobs, she worked part time at a local gym. Even with loans and scholarships, she needed extra money for textbooks and tuition. Kelly often joked that her day ended and began at sunrise, but for those closest to her, it was no laughing matter.

“I’m worried about you, Kelly,” they would tell her. “You work too hard, but act like it’s no big deal. That’s not healthy.”

She acknowledged and appreciated their concerns. She went to great lengths to reassure her friends and family that she could handle her workload. She always did so with a smile and an energy that shouldn’t have been possible for someone with her schedule.

Kelly suspected that made them even more concerned. Telling them she could manage her workload helped, but telling them with a beaming smile and boundless energy often left them more confused. However, part of that was her fault because she left out a few key details, one of which was about to play out.

“Five a.m. sharp,” said Kelly as she checked her phone. “Right on schedule.”

Sitting behind the front desk of the gym she worked at, she smiled as she checked her phone. That, in and of itself, was an accomplishment.

It was the middle of the week.

It was still pitch-black outside.

It was freezing cold.

The gym wasn’t supposed to open for another half-hour, but Kelly always came in early. She sacrificed a chunk of what little sleep she got to unlock the doors and turn on the lights. She didn’t get paid extra for it, either. However, she was still compensated in a very meaningful way.

“I’m ready when you’re ready, Kelly,” came a deep, masculine voice from the main workout area.

Her smile widened. That voice belonged to Alexander Braxton, an aspiring bodybuilder who worked just as hard she did in pursuit of his dream. He was the reason why she went behind her boss’ back to open the gym early. He was also the one who helped fuel that energy that gave her such passion and drive.

“I’ll be right there,” Kelly called out from the front desk.

She got up from the desk, walked up to the front entrance, and locked it to make sure nobody else entered. At this early hour, only the greatest overachievers dared to hit the gym. By that standard, she and Alex definitely qualified.

After turning off the front lights, she entered the main workout area through the double doors next to the front desk. The gym was large and spacious, stocked with every amenity an athlete needed. Alex made good use of every piece of equipment, but for someone as ambitious as him, free-weights and treadmills only went so far. Kelly understood that more than most.

With the doors behind her closed, she approached the tall, hulking man standing just in front of the weight bench. She could tell he’d just completed his warm-up. He had already worked up a light layer of sweat. It filled the immediate area with his intense, masculine musk. Her morning cup of coffee hadn’t entirely woken her up, but she was certainly alert now.

“And just like that, I’m ready to work harder…among other things,” Kelly said under her breath.

Just being near him got her heart racing for all the right reasons. Even by amateur bodybuilding standards, Alex was an incredible testament to the male physique. His arms were more muscular than most men’s legs. His legs were bigger than most men’s torso. While some men bragged about six-pack abs, Alex could boast an eight-pack and then some. His every muscle was so toned and chiseled, like a work of art from a master artist.

They were not overly bulky. They were not the product of steroids, either. Such a strong, masculine figure could only come from dedicated work and relentless drive. Kelly, being pre-med and having accomplished athletes in her family, knew the difference. That was how she and Alex had connected when she first arrived at college. That connection eventually evolved into something much deeper.

“The regional bodybuilding finals are next week,” Alex said to her with folded arms.

“My mid-terms are in four days,” she replied.

“I haven’t forgotten,” he said with a knowing grin. “Just letting you know I need this as much as you.”

“I don’t doubt that for a second.”

“You still doubt me?”

“Not at all,” Kelly said in a seductive, yet serious demeanor, “but I know you, Alex. I know you as much as well as you know me. People who are as driven as us…we never stop proving ourselves.”

True to that effort, Kelly made the first move. She stripped out of her clothes, removing her tank top and sweatpants. She hadn’t bother with underwear that morning. She never did when she met up with Alex. It only got in the way.

Now, fully naked and very much alert, she stood before the muscular man. With a seductive gaze, she dared him to match her energy. Alex, being both competitive and determined, never failed to measure up.

“I just love how you go about proving yourself,” he said as he admired her nude form.

“Some people need coaching. Some need meditation. You and me…well, we have our preferred methods,” Kelly replied.

“That, we do.”

With the same focus as her, Alex stripped out of his workout clothes. He couldn’t get out of his shirt, shoes, and shorts fast enough. Even under the gym’s poor fluorescent lighting, seeing him in all his glory was a sight to behold at any hour. The muscles his clothes didn’t cover were impressive enough. Seeing everything, including an endowment worthy of his stature, further raised the bar.

“Since we both need this, I’ll be thorough,” Alex told her.

“So will I,” said Kelly.

They both spoke with the determination, dedication, and drive that only a select few could boast. Adding intense sexual arousal to the mix only intensified the mood. Like every other aspiration, Kelly pursued it to the utmost and beyond.

Like a couple of caged animals in heat, she and Alex unleashed their unique passions on one another. Again, she made the first move. She jumped up into his powerful arms, threw her legs around her waist, and latched onto his powerful shoulders. Alex caught her and held her up with ease, grabbing a firm hold of her butt with both hands. The second she felt his naked skin touch hers, the next ambitious push began.

“Your turn to prove yourself,” she whispered into his ear. “Go on. Do it as only you can.”

It wasn’t a dare.

It wasn’t a request, either.

It was a catalyst…a very effective catalyst.

Locked in his arms, clinging to his muscular body, Kelly caressed his unshaven face and saw the fire ignite in his eyes. Every athlete needed that special spark to put them in that special zone. She could tell by his gaze and his touch that he was already there.

“As only I can,” Alex said with a determined tone.

He put those bulging muscles of his to use. With determination worthy of a future champion, he kissed her hard on the lips and laid her down on the weight bench. From there, their special brand of foreplay unfolded.

Alex was so energetic and focused, feeling and caressing his way around her naked body. He knew where and how to apply the passion. He traced his hand up her thigh, skillfully kneaded her breasts, and used extra tongue when kissing her. He made sure to maintain intimate body contact every step of the way, allowing his masculine sinews to press against her feminine flesh. That got her in the zone too and not just in terms of arousal.

Kelly was already wet and ready for more. Alex quickly caught up. She could feel the tip of this throbbing erection press against her thighs. However, as any athlete knew, a warm-up was just as important as the workout. To keep pushing themselves as hard as they did, they couldn’t skip those critical steps.

True to his word, Alex was thorough. He left few parts of her naked skin untouched or uncaressed. When their lips finally parted, she made it clear that she was done with the warm-up.

“I’m ready,” he said intently.

“So am I,” said Kelly.

Needing no further motivation, Alex took the initiative.

He rose into an upright position, grabbed hold of her thighs, and spread her legs apart. Kelly remained flat on her back, holding onto the heavy bar bell hanging right above her, which still had traces of his sweat on it. She kept urging him on with her gaze, watching as he aligned his erect manhood with her wet entrance. Once in position, he delivered a thrust worthy of his imposing stature and entered her.

“Ohhh yes!” Kelly cried out. “This…needed this…more than I thought.”

“Mmm…me too,” Alex said with a determined grunt.

He wasted no time establishing a sexual rhythm. The man humped her the same way he pumped iron. Like the rest of his rigorous workouts, he did motion with perfect form and fervor. Her body rocked in accord with his. His hard, throbbing cock pumped smoothly and rapidly within her womanhood. Hot flesh meshed with hot flesh, slithering and stimulating every intimate area at every step of the way.

Powerful grunts and groans filled the empty gym. However, these were not the sounds of strain. It wasn’t just ecstasy, either. As Kelly locked eyes with Alex, matching the fire in his eyes every step of the way, she felt the true impact of this feeling.

“Alex…so strong,” she said.

“Kelly…even stronger,” he said.

He leaned over and kissed her, but still maintained the vigorous pace of their sex. She eagerly kissed back, matching both the energy and passion he put into this profound act.

It never ceased to amaze her. No matter how often they did it, the power of this uniquely intimate feeling filled her with a special kind of fulfillment. It was a special kind of sex, one born from the distinct drive and ambition that she and Alex shared. Kelly had enjoyed her share of sex with previous lovers, but that was all it had ever been.

For a time, sex was either a distraction or afterthought. Then, in a perfect convergence of fate and luck, her path crossed with Alex. With him, she found a new kind of strength. She uncovered a side of herself that changed her idea of what she could achieve and how hard she could push herself. It became instrumental in handling her extensive workload. It also became an integral part of Alex’s training.

The fact it made for incredibly hot sex in the early hours of the morning wasn’t lost on her either. It wasn’t an afterthought, but it was a hell of a bonus. Through Alex’s skilled, thorough humping, he brought her on the cusp of orgasm. She tried not to make it that easy for him, but when the sex was this good, that was too much work, even for her.

“Yes! Ooh yes! I’m close…so close!” Kelly said through labored pants.

His focus didn’t waiver for a second. He stepped up the pace, thrusting harder and faster to give her that extra push she so loved. When the feeling hit, she didn’t hold back. She clung to the bar bell, curled her toes, and arched her lower back as that special feeling washed over her.

“You got what you needed…and then some,” Alex said.

Kelly barely heard him. She tended to be very vocal during sex. It was one of the reasons they had to do it in an empty gym at the crack of dawn, but it was hardly the biggest.

Alex temporarily slowed the pace of his rhythmic thrusting, giving her time and space to soak in the feeling. He knew how important that feeling was to her. It went beyond good sex and good workouts. It was part of that distinct drive that fueled her lofty ambitions. He had that drive too. As such, he also knew that she was not the kind of girl to make someone else do all the work.

“Now, it’s your turn!” Kelly told him.

His intense focus finally broke. He cracked a smile and she smiled back. She was still catching her breath, her mind and body flooded with orgasmic sensations. That had never stopped her from doing her part as thoroughly as he did his.

“Do what you need to do,” Alex said, his smile and his tone daring her to keep pushing.

As always, Kelly rose to the occasion. She channeled more of that unique strength, grabbing the hulking man’s toned shoulders and repositioning their bodies. It started with a heated kiss, but ended with Alex lying on the bench press, flat on his back. Now, Kelly was the one on top, straddling his waist with his still-erect cock aching for her intimate warmth.

It happened so fast, like a reflex they had trained. It was a testament to just how adept they’d become at tapping this powerful source of intimate strength. She made good use of that strength, grabbing hold of his waist and plunging her hips downward, driving his manhood up into her womanhood.

“My turn, indeed,” said Alex, still grinning as he admired her naked body.

“Don’t get too relaxed,” said Kelly seductively. “The workout has just begun!”

From there, she began riding him.

She rode him hard and fast.

She rode him as hard as he’d humped her.

He showed off his strength. Now, she showed off hers. She was every bit as thorough and fervent, working her hips and rocking her body in a focused outburst of energy. She watched his rugged expression become awash in bliss. He still kept doing his part, exploring her upper body with his powerful hands, giving extra attention to her breasts and butt. He tried to supplement her movements, but she made sure they weren’t necessary to get the job done.

“Harder…faster…stronger,” Kelly panted as she rode him.

She kept repeating it like a mantra, as if to engrain that mentality into his brain and hers. An aspiring bodybuilder needed more motivation than most. The same went for aspiring doctors specializing in athletes. When it took the form of great sex, it was incredibly effective.

Kelly still pushed herself as hard a she pushed her lover. She kept riding Alex’s cock, guiding him towards his ultimate peak. He didn’t make it easy on her. She could tell by his determined look that he wanted to hold out. It was his way of going the extra mile. She didn’t mind the challenge. Like everything else in her life, she embraced it. That only made the final victory more rewarding.

“Almost…there!” Alex grunted. “I’m really…really close!”

Kelly didn’t dare lose focus. She worked her hips harder, grabbing onto his shoulders while he squeezed her butt in anticipation. With her eyes, she made it clear that he’d pushed hard enough. He had earned his prize, just as she’d earned hers.

“Come! You’ve proven yourself,” she told him.

That fateful affirmation did the trick. At that moment, Alex came.

He was every bit as vocal as her, closing his eyes and flexing all the necessary muscles to enjoy his release. Kelly finally broke focus to enjoy the spectacle. Still holding onto his shoulders, she smiled and enjoyed the fruits of her intensive labor.

Alex clearly enjoyed it more. She felt the bulky muscles of his lower body tense and contract in accord with his climax. Within her hot depths, a potent mix of fluids gave form and substance to this powerful feeling. It was intense, intimate, and pleasurable to the utmost. Even for the high bar that she and Alex set, it was another triumph.

“You’re going to succeed next week,” Kelly said to him.

“So will you,” he said, still breathless.

“We work so hard. We push ourselves beyond our limits,” she said, “but when we have something like this…”

Her words trailed off. Alex opened his eyes, rose up, and wrapped him in his muscular arms. Within that sweaty, naked embrace, the breadth of their strength and drive once again revealed itself.

“Like this,” Alex said, “this isn’t just what drive us…or motivates us.

“Then, what is it?” she asked.

“A reminder,” he said, “a reminder of how much further we can go.”

He kissed her. Any shred of doubt or reservation melted away. It was all so clear. Great sex with a wonderful man who shared her ambition was profound, but only covered part of the feeling.

Thinking back to everyone who’d ever asked where she got the energy, the answer became clear. All that work, sacrifice, and struggle took a special kind of strength. In this moment, between her and her lover, she remembered that she was strong enough and so was he. In terms of reminders, they needed it. The fact it felt so good ensured they wouldn’t forget anytime soon.

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