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More Than Just A Peek- A Little Comedy free porn video
I couldn't believe I had just taken a long set on the treadmill. My head felt like it was swimming, I was dizzy, I was not used to it at all in any way!
Stumbling at the gym I barely hit the off button when I ended up falling back and into a strong pair of arms.
"Whoa, buddy!" he cried as I felt his upper bod against mine.
"Yeah... it's just I can't believe that."
"It's alright. I think you should check with a doctor you shouldn't be running on something if you can't handle such a machine."
I heard little snickers of the 'roid infested men who went by. Didn't care 'bout them though.
What I appreciated was real men like the one before me.
I could see his vague patch of hair atop his head. He was losing his strands but was so damn masculine anyway it hadn't mattered. Muscles that looked like they'd ripple but was a natural dude.
"Name's Rusty. Some people call me Carl." and winked. I couldn't tell what that had meant but he seemed hetero and hot.
"My name is Ronald."
"Ronald what kind of name is that?"
"Uhh... call me Ron."
"'Kay. Gonna take a load off, you headin' for the showers, Ron?"
"Yeah I guess so."
As he headed off in a manly sprint I couldn't help but be flooded with naughty thoughts.
Didn't know why but I felt as giddy as a schoolk**. A horny, 26 year old school person.
Anytime I came here I would get rushed out for peeking at the men near the johns but I knew my strategy. I wanted to take it to the next level.
I ran into the stalls because I had to crap.
By chance this guy people called "Carl" happened to get in next to me because I recognized his shoes.
"Damn, you following me?" He must've recognized mine. Or at least my scrawny shins anyway.
I just laughed. I waited until the bounty was gone then after a moment got out and as he was washing his hands I felt awkward.
I so wished he was taking a shower. Nah, he wouldn't. Maybe he was one of those get really hot sweaty and swanky and some chick at home would get her pussy wet at his man musk.
But into the left he went and he headed for the showers.
Damn as he unclothed at the locker my face went red as he looked up at me. I wanted to say sorry but I knew that real men didn't care about seeing each other naked.
"You a sports guy?"
"Nah, I am terrible at sports." I scratched at my wide belly. Became a little ashamed of it.
"No I mean you watch football, baseball?"
"I like football." Bubble butt, hut!
"Yeah I watch it sometimes too."
Before I knew it he was dr****g a towel around himself and I realized I forgot to undress myself. I quickly shedded the clothing.
He gave an accidental glance then shielded his eyes. He made a face like "dude" and realized I got naked total, unabashed... then I covered myself up. Sorry unwritten dude manners rule. I wasn't a eighty year old man or else my dick would be allowed free floppage all over the place and probably out the door because people would think I was mad anyway.
Just k**ding. I loved older men. Thirty and above. No limits beyond there. That and seeing a possible naked dude, I didn't see porn so I didn't know much of what another guy's wang really looked like besides my own, some movies, and diagrams from tenth grade high school.
Oh well... and I wasn't gonna get the chance to see this guy's either because he just slipped his under-jockeys off, concealing the goods. Damn.
This strange lust instinct rose in my though. I wanted to be in the locker and I was gonna see some dude sausage whether I was comfortable or not. I took a few breaths as I started quickening then started off behind Jeff there in front of me.
I was amazed when he dropped the towel right before heading into the corner and caught his buttocks. Such wonder meaty, round, and toned ass cheeks. Wow! He should do porn! Or pose in it anyway.... ;P
Then I was embarrassed as I felt a feeling of naughtiness rise below the belt. I turned a shower nozzle and the gush of water would cover my breathing, the steam to shroud my "piece."
Fuck then more men came in. I kept in awe at the shower's entrance un-treating my eyes as I saw an amazing tone guy must have been forty shaved body, smallish cock (which was still gorgeous), and muscles so plenty he probably didn't know what to do with any of 'em!
Then a hairy guy came in. Just wonderful fur, small to near medium build, I felt my pecker start to climb, secretly hoping it wouldn't do so around them but I felt naughty and a little thrill.
Then another man. Damn red-headed guys were handsome all around. This guy (where did these guys come from the man-meat market???) was harshly toned, big and pale-ish skin, a nice average hanger, and a great set of balls. Everything regular but wonderful.
I hadn't realized Jeff had left but I did hear an accent come from one guy as he came in. He looked like he nearly shielded his bit of man glory but I could see it flop a little and a nice British set of normal balls. He was beautiful.
I couldn't help but realize I had been drooling... from my erect cock. I stared at Brit then and felt a crazy phenomenon. Was it really? Was I gonna do something that was sensory and lustful overload?
I looked at English cheeks which were firm and normal sized the guy probably 30 or so and I heard him say to the guy next to him. "Damn, no soap."
One guy brushed by me Really close (like damn, his nuts almost grazed my starfish hair close!) and he said "Sorry buddy." and the contact made my cock tense, I stood my ground as I was going to pull a miracle that I don't know what it was but it was going to be heavenly.
All men toned by them but God knew where he was going with them, I heard Brit say something close in the somewhat tense and intimate room that had 6 guys but seemingly 4 showerheads!
I felt the breath on his neck as he said to me, "Hey, you got soap I could have, matey?"
I handed him the bar with my face away from him, just my right hand grasping it and he reached up and grabbed for it when he slipped his warm body met the back of mine. I pretended I was hurt as I unintentionally bent over his wonder cock hood grazing my butt crack and he held onto me for dear life as I jizzed and feign-grunted (like I was in pain... guess what Sherlock?... ;P) my heaves of pleasure seemed to him probably like my ankles or thighs were cramped as I felt and saw my red naked prick head fire its white bounty. Again, then again, each spurt like a new surprise to my life.
Then my pleasure went the way of my spent as it oozed down the drain along with my sudden drop in libido.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to wrassle ya."
"It's totally fine bud. Thanks for caring."
I was surprised no one noticed my cock dripping white and gray discharge as I headed back to the locker section of the men's room.
Getting dressed (my clean shorts kept seeping up with dark liquid in the front) as I heard the words that will now live in infamy on my sex life.
"You ever hear of that guy Jeff? He has done porn, you know. Probably straight guy the dude has jerked off for Colt."
I will now forever blame him forever for firing jizz holes into my monitor computer.
Sexy, muscly bastard...
Stumbling at the gym I barely hit the off button when I ended up falling back and into a strong pair of arms.
"Whoa, buddy!" he cried as I felt his upper bod against mine.
"Yeah... it's just I can't believe that."
"It's alright. I think you should check with a doctor you shouldn't be running on something if you can't handle such a machine."
I heard little snickers of the 'roid infested men who went by. Didn't care 'bout them though.
What I appreciated was real men like the one before me.
I could see his vague patch of hair atop his head. He was losing his strands but was so damn masculine anyway it hadn't mattered. Muscles that looked like they'd ripple but was a natural dude.
"Name's Rusty. Some people call me Carl." and winked. I couldn't tell what that had meant but he seemed hetero and hot.
"My name is Ronald."
"Ronald what kind of name is that?"
"Uhh... call me Ron."
"'Kay. Gonna take a load off, you headin' for the showers, Ron?"
"Yeah I guess so."
As he headed off in a manly sprint I couldn't help but be flooded with naughty thoughts.
Didn't know why but I felt as giddy as a schoolk**. A horny, 26 year old school person.
Anytime I came here I would get rushed out for peeking at the men near the johns but I knew my strategy. I wanted to take it to the next level.
I ran into the stalls because I had to crap.
By chance this guy people called "Carl" happened to get in next to me because I recognized his shoes.
"Damn, you following me?" He must've recognized mine. Or at least my scrawny shins anyway.
I just laughed. I waited until the bounty was gone then after a moment got out and as he was washing his hands I felt awkward.
I so wished he was taking a shower. Nah, he wouldn't. Maybe he was one of those get really hot sweaty and swanky and some chick at home would get her pussy wet at his man musk.
But into the left he went and he headed for the showers.
Damn as he unclothed at the locker my face went red as he looked up at me. I wanted to say sorry but I knew that real men didn't care about seeing each other naked.
"You a sports guy?"
"Nah, I am terrible at sports." I scratched at my wide belly. Became a little ashamed of it.
"No I mean you watch football, baseball?"
"I like football." Bubble butt, hut!
"Yeah I watch it sometimes too."
Before I knew it he was dr****g a towel around himself and I realized I forgot to undress myself. I quickly shedded the clothing.
He gave an accidental glance then shielded his eyes. He made a face like "dude" and realized I got naked total, unabashed... then I covered myself up. Sorry unwritten dude manners rule. I wasn't a eighty year old man or else my dick would be allowed free floppage all over the place and probably out the door because people would think I was mad anyway.
Just k**ding. I loved older men. Thirty and above. No limits beyond there. That and seeing a possible naked dude, I didn't see porn so I didn't know much of what another guy's wang really looked like besides my own, some movies, and diagrams from tenth grade high school.
Oh well... and I wasn't gonna get the chance to see this guy's either because he just slipped his under-jockeys off, concealing the goods. Damn.
This strange lust instinct rose in my though. I wanted to be in the locker and I was gonna see some dude sausage whether I was comfortable or not. I took a few breaths as I started quickening then started off behind Jeff there in front of me.
I was amazed when he dropped the towel right before heading into the corner and caught his buttocks. Such wonder meaty, round, and toned ass cheeks. Wow! He should do porn! Or pose in it anyway.... ;P
Then I was embarrassed as I felt a feeling of naughtiness rise below the belt. I turned a shower nozzle and the gush of water would cover my breathing, the steam to shroud my "piece."
Fuck then more men came in. I kept in awe at the shower's entrance un-treating my eyes as I saw an amazing tone guy must have been forty shaved body, smallish cock (which was still gorgeous), and muscles so plenty he probably didn't know what to do with any of 'em!
Then a hairy guy came in. Just wonderful fur, small to near medium build, I felt my pecker start to climb, secretly hoping it wouldn't do so around them but I felt naughty and a little thrill.
Then another man. Damn red-headed guys were handsome all around. This guy (where did these guys come from the man-meat market???) was harshly toned, big and pale-ish skin, a nice average hanger, and a great set of balls. Everything regular but wonderful.
I hadn't realized Jeff had left but I did hear an accent come from one guy as he came in. He looked like he nearly shielded his bit of man glory but I could see it flop a little and a nice British set of normal balls. He was beautiful.
I couldn't help but realize I had been drooling... from my erect cock. I stared at Brit then and felt a crazy phenomenon. Was it really? Was I gonna do something that was sensory and lustful overload?
I looked at English cheeks which were firm and normal sized the guy probably 30 or so and I heard him say to the guy next to him. "Damn, no soap."
One guy brushed by me Really close (like damn, his nuts almost grazed my starfish hair close!) and he said "Sorry buddy." and the contact made my cock tense, I stood my ground as I was going to pull a miracle that I don't know what it was but it was going to be heavenly.
All men toned by them but God knew where he was going with them, I heard Brit say something close in the somewhat tense and intimate room that had 6 guys but seemingly 4 showerheads!
I felt the breath on his neck as he said to me, "Hey, you got soap I could have, matey?"
I handed him the bar with my face away from him, just my right hand grasping it and he reached up and grabbed for it when he slipped his warm body met the back of mine. I pretended I was hurt as I unintentionally bent over his wonder cock hood grazing my butt crack and he held onto me for dear life as I jizzed and feign-grunted (like I was in pain... guess what Sherlock?... ;P) my heaves of pleasure seemed to him probably like my ankles or thighs were cramped as I felt and saw my red naked prick head fire its white bounty. Again, then again, each spurt like a new surprise to my life.
Then my pleasure went the way of my spent as it oozed down the drain along with my sudden drop in libido.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to wrassle ya."
"It's totally fine bud. Thanks for caring."
I was surprised no one noticed my cock dripping white and gray discharge as I headed back to the locker section of the men's room.
Getting dressed (my clean shorts kept seeping up with dark liquid in the front) as I heard the words that will now live in infamy on my sex life.
"You ever hear of that guy Jeff? He has done porn, you know. Probably straight guy the dude has jerked off for Colt."
I will now forever blame him forever for firing jizz holes into my monitor computer.
Sexy, muscly bastard...
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