You walk toward the gym, eager to check out what’s inside. You’re not all that interested in the exercise equipment – it’s the guys on the equipment that are on your mind. You don’t get into exercise that much, unless you could pulling yourself up to a hard cock in that category. Still, you probably burn up more calories from your sexual antics than most athletes do while in training, so you might as well see what the place holds for you.
You walk through the doors and look around. Immediately your eyes focus on a handsome, young, African American stud, standing near the stairs, talking on the phone. He must be a student here, and it looks like he was just on his way to the locker room to change but was interrupted by a phone call. He is on the phone now. When he saw you, his eyes briefly glanced in your direction and then bounced right back. You smile to yourself; you’ve seen that look in countless guys’ eyes: a look of horny desire.
You keep eye contact with him and lick your lips. The bulge in his basketball shorts springs to life, and you know you have his attention. He continues to talk on the phone, but you can tell he’s a bit distracted.
“What’s that, Mom? No… I’m listening. Right… Uh huh….”
Oh, how sweet! He’s on the phone with his mommy! Well, you don’t want to interrupt something that important. You take a step toward him, putting your finger over your lips, and gently pushing him a couple of steps back, into the stairwell. You’re not entirely out of the line of public view, but at least it’s not right out in the open. He looks a little startled, but continues talking.
“No, Mom… I’m staying out of trouble. I promise. No… I’m just in the gym getting ready to shoot hoops…”
Without a word, you kneel down and pull his shorts down, just far enough to release the dark-colored snake inside. It’s been so long since you’ve been this close to a cock! Almost a day and a half! You lovingly stroke your face with it before starting to plant kisses up and down its length.
The boy’s voice seems to have taken on a more urgent tone. “Mom, I need to get going… No, I told you I’m just going to shoot hoops… I’m … ugh… I’m just… Oohhh…”
The “oohhh” coincided with you wrapping your lips around his shaft and massaging the length with your tongue. You taste his salty precum and know he’s not going to last long. In fact, if he weren’t in the midst of talking to his mom, he probably would have shot when you made first contact.
“No, nothing’s wrong, Mommmm…. Oh my! … Mom, I’m gonna…..”
At this, you felt his balls tense up at your chin, and felt his hot seed impact your tonsils. You hungrily gulp it all up, even as you play with his balls.
You look up and see him standing there with a look of wonder on his face. His arms have fallen to his sides, and you hear a concerned woman’s voice saying, “Dylan? Dylan!! Are you ok?” coming from the phone in his hand. You’re tempted to whisper, “He’s not just ok… He’s fabulous!” into the receiver, but decided you have caused enough chaos in this boy’s life for the day. Without saying a word, you pull his shorts back up, stand, give him a peck on the cheek, and walk away.
It’s nice to do random acts of kindness to strangers, don’t you think?
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