Johnny pumped out his last set of the bench presses and re-r..

Johnny pumped out his last set of the bench presses and re-racked the bar. He felt good, having surpassed his previous max. He flexed in the mirror and liked what he was seeing. He was pumped with nice thick arms, large pecs, and a narrow waist. He was getting shredded and his veins were vascular and visible through his tight skin. Johnny was getting ready for his first competition in two weeks and couldn’t wait to get on stage and show off his hard work. His girlfriend for the past year had dumped him because he spent too much time working out. When he thought about her he smirked and mumbled to himself, “ your lost bitch.” He reached down and pinched a small amount of fat on his side. “ I have to hit the sauna and detox some of that fat away,” he thought to himself as he grabbed his towel and gym bag and headed toward the gym locker room. The locker room was deserted when he entered and dropped his bag on a bench by his locker. He peeled off his shirt and tossed it on to his bag. He then proceeded to kick off his shoes and pulled off socks, and dropped his shorts to his bare feet. Johnny stood in front of the mirror and began to practice his posing routine in just his blue briefs. His poses were on point. He finally hooked his thumbs into the side of his briefs and pulled them down his muscular legs. His impressive cock popped free and hung before his meaty thighs. He hadn’t had sexy in two weeks, being too focused on his working out and the upcoming competition. As a result his testosterone levels were primed. Taking a towel from his bag, he wrapped it around his chisel waist and walked into the dry sauna. The heat hit him in the face as he opened the door and stepped into the wood lined room. He was glad it was empty. The last thing he wanted was for some old pervert trying to hit on him. He sat on the lower bench of the two triers of bench that lined the left wall, and closed his eyes. It felt so good after an intense workout to just sit in the sauna and sweat out all the impurities from his hard, sore muscles. He closed his eyes as he sweat ran over his body, creating a shiny coating over him. Johnny soon fell asleep. Johnny awoke to the feel of a hand stroking his smooth muscular thigh. He looked down and saw his towel was open and his cock was standing straight up, hard. “What the . . . What are you doing?” Johnny moaned. He found himself unable to yell or protest. As he tried to stand up and confront the stranger, his head began to spin and he became unbalanced. “Ssshh, relax baby,” the older man, sitting beside him, whispered. The older man moved his hand from Johnny’s right thigh and wrapped his fist around the younger man’s throbbing cock. “I’m not, oh fuck, gay,” Johnny tried to hold back a moan as his cock was stroked and pumped. “Ssshh, nonsense. Just relax,” the man whispered. He moved his other hand under Johnny’s full heavy balls and lifted them. Johnny then felt the man teasing his hole with his fingers. Johnny began to breathe heavier and even ease forward on the bench to give the man’s fat fingers more access to his hole. “That’s a good muscle boy. You have a tight little muscle pussy,” the old man teased Johnny’s hole. Johnny could only groan. The man moved his other hand up the muscle stud’s sweat coated abs and pecs. The more the man touched him the more aroused Johnny found himself. He wasn’t gay but he was never that turned on as he was now. The heat, his pinned up testosterone levels, and another person’s touch, made him so horny. “Fffuck,” Johnny moaned as one of the man’s fat fingers pushed into him, using his own sweat as lube. Johnny could easily push the old man’s hands away and even break the man's arms. Instead he just leaned back and enjoyed the man’s touch, as sweat poured from his chisel body. He never felt so turned on as the man stroked his insides. The stranger moved his other hand up over Johnny’s smooth pecs and over his broad shoulders. He started to rub the muscle stud’s neck. Johnny grew more and more relaxed and submissive. He didn’t offer any resistance as the man slowly guided Johnny’s head down onto his cock. Johnny maneuvered himself so that his head was on the man’s naked lap and the man’s fingers were still up his muscular ass. The stranger stroked Johnny’s sweat soaked head, “that’s a good boy.” Johnny’s mouth was only inches away from the older man’s hard cock. He never was that close to another man’s cock. A part of him was screaming that he wasn’t gay and get out of there. However, the heat and his throbbing cock made it so hard to think. The man was running his cock head over Johnny’s lips while at the same time pushing his fingers in and out of the straight stud’s virgin manpussy. Looking up at the stranger with his green eyes, Johnny opened his mouth and slowly licked the man’s cock head. The man smiled down at the hot muscle stud and pushed a second finger into the tight man hole. This encouraged Johnny to take the cock into his mouth. Tears welled in his eyes as he continued to try to stare up at the stranger. He was both turned on and humiliated as he was made to take more of the cock into his mouth and throat. He never sucked a man’s cock before. He began to gag on it, and tried to pull out. However, the man grabbed Johnny’s curly, soaked hair and pulled the muscle stud back down. The man pulled out his fingers from Johnny’s hole and gave the smooth muscle ass a hard slap that echoed through the same room. Finally the man let the humiliated bodybuilder off his cock. “Stand up and lean against the top bench,” the man ordered. Johnny stood but he was confused. It was so hot and so hard to think. The man bent Johnny over the lower bench, making him support himself against the top tier of benches. The man stepped back and admired the perfect smooth ass in front of him, “Damn that ass is so beautiful. I wanted it the first time I saw you doing squats in the gym. My friends told me you were too straight to get fucked up the ass. But I knew better. You muscle boys talk and act tough, but so easy to gain control of. Now lift that left leg. That it shows off that pretty jock pussy of yours.” Johnny did as he was told, lifting his left leg and placing it on the lower bench, giving the older man access to his hole. The man then placed one hand on Johnny’s lower back, while aiming his hard cock at Johnny’s tight rosebud hole. Tears poured from Johnny’s eyes as he felt the thick cock head pushing through his outer ring. The pain was intense but his cock remained rock hard and was even leaking precum. The man continued to push deeper, using Johnny’s own saliva, drool, and sweat as lube. “Fffuck,” Johnny groaned as his inner ring broke open and the stranger began to slide in and out of the destroyed hole. Johnny then felt the man’s cock pounding his prostate. The pain faded into pure pleasure as the man pulled out and rammed back in. Johnny’s mouth opened and his eyes rolled back into his head as the cock thrusted in and out of him, each time deeper and harder. The older man reached around his torso and grabbed hold of Johnny’s huge pecs. As he was being fucked, the feel of the man’s hands grabbing hold of his pecs, Johnny felt new sensations. He began to flex his pecs against the man’s hands, making them dance. This excited the older man more and he fuck Johnny harder. Johnny found himself loving the feel of the stranger’s hands on his pecs and the rough fucking of his muscular ass. He was so turned on. Johnny gripped the upper bench and threw his head back and moaned. His cock pulsates and throbbed. Without touching himself he came. Wave after wave shot out of his cock landing on the bench under him. His ass flexed around the man’s cock, buried deep inside him. “That’s it, muscle boy, cum like a good slut,” the man whispered into Johnny’s ears as he pressed against the wide, sweaty back. The man continued to pound and thrust in and out of the muscle pussy. Finally he drove all the way into the tight ass and shot his load. After the man finally stopped cumming he laid on the muscular back. Johnny couldn’t believe he was fucked like some bitch and he had enjoyed it. Finally the stranger pulled out of Johnny and helped the muscle god onto his feet. The bodybuilder was wobbly on his once powerful legs from the heat and the rough fucking. The older, smaller man helped him out of the sauna and into the shower. The inspiring bodybuilder leaned against the shower stall as the water cascaded over him. The older man stood behind him washing his hard, thick muscles. The man’s hands and the cool water felt so good to Johnny that he once again grew hard. His proud cock stood straight out under the water as the man started to wash the cum from his muscular ass. He grasped as he felt one of the man’s soapy fat fingers slide into his hole. As the man moved his finger in and out, he reached around and gripped Johnny’s cock with a soapy fist. Johnny put his head under the shower spray as he moaned. Before long he was shooting a second load into the man’s hand. At that moment, Johnny realizes that his beautiful sculpted body was for other men’s pleasure.