How I Learned To Love The Gym [fm]

I’ve always been meaning to get more in shape. I have a gym membership but I only end up going once or twice a month. Lately I’ve been trying to be better about it, and that turned to being a regular after meeting James. He was tall (6’8), muscular, black, sexy as fuck. Always weight training with his shorts and tight shirts. I loved watching him as I worked out, imagining what he looked like naked.

Eventually I got the nerve to introduce myself. I made some excuse, said I wanted to learn more about the weights and asked him to tell me about it. Turned out he was a really charming guy, we hit it off. The next few times I visited the gym we worked out together and I caught him checking me out. This last time, he asked if I wanted to go back to his place when we were done. I smiled, coyly asking him what we’d do there. He winked and said I should use my imagination. I did, so to his place we went.
We started out talking, having a drink.

After a few minute I kind of took the lead, giving him an opening, “You didn’t ask me over just to talk, did you?” He shook his head, and without a word picked me up, strong hands gripping my ass as he brought my face up to his, we kissed hungrily. He quickly set me down, I ripped off my shirt as he took off his. His body was more than I imagined, I could feel myself getting wet as I dropped to my knees, pulling his shorts down and exposing his cock.

It was giant, thick, and very hard. I giggled as I started to suck it, eagerly, worshiping it, his hands in my hair as he groaned. I could barely take it all, but I did. He only let it go on for a couple minutes before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder, carrying me to the bedroom. He tossed me on the bed and pulled off my shorts, letting me be naked before him. He started eating me out. While a lot of guys don’t do it for me like a girl does, he was so fucking good. It was like he had been dying for a taste and was thanking me for letting him have it. It wasn’t long before he gave me the first orgasm of the night.

Then he flipped me over, putting me on my hands and knees, guiding his cock to my pussy and slowly sliding it it. I gasped, he was so huge! But he took his time, letting me get used to the size, then he started to thrust, slowly, deeply, I begged for more, it felt so fucking good. He grabbed my hair, pulling me back, wrapping his other arm around me to rub my clit as he fucked me from behind, our bodies moving together. My moans growing, filling the room, his lips were at my neck, kissing and nibbling.
His thrusts grew faster, rougher, I begged for it harder. He switched positions, lifting me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, his cock back inside me as we fucked standing up.

He carried me to the wall, pressing me against it. He fucked me harder, my moans turning to cries of pain and pleasure. I cried out for it harder, told him I could take it as I clawed at his back. He obliged, fucking me until I came again, my whole body shaking.

He kept going, as though he knew my body was his to use. He was getting close to cumming himself, but he held back until I reached a third orgasm and we came together, his cock deep inside me, thankfully wearing a condom.

As we came down from the sex, he laid me on the bed, I was spent, exhausted, and quickly fell asleep. I napped for a couple hours before waking up to drive home after exchanging numbers, I couldn’t just let a guy like that be forgotten.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/59t82t/how_i_learned_to_love_the_gym_fm