I went to the gym to get in shape, but I had no idea what shape he’d find me in, or how he’d leave me.
I’d avoided going to the gym for most of my life because as a guy who was soft and weak, it just didn’t seem like the place for me. I was scared of what the guys there would think about me, what they’d say about me.
I couldn’t in a million years have imagined what they’d think when they saw me.
After a first failed and humiliating attempt I went my second time late at night, just before the place closed and it was empty as I hoped it would be. Only he was there, that man who was larger than anyone I’ve ever seen before. Whose piercing eyes and stubborn refusal to look at me just makes me think things I’ve never thought before, have desires I’ve never had before.
He offers to help and I say yes because I want to be close to him. He’s so close now and it’s clear he thinks I’m someone else. He thinks I’m a woman, and I almost want to let him keep thinking that.
Because my body craves his touch, and when he looks at me I melt.
Because I want him and I want him to want me, and I’ll do anything to be the woman he needs me to be.
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His hands reached around and squeezed my ass and I moaned for him, my voice high and light as I begged him.
“Make a woman out of me Frank. Frank make me your woman.”
Tugging at my shorts and pulling them down. Bare hands on bare skin as my boxers went with them. Bared fully except for my running shoes and staring at myself in the mirror.
Because from this angle you couldn’t see my little cock. From this angle you could only see my full and pert ass and my perky breasts and my long hair and soft features.
From this angle, I was everything he wanted me to be.
When he pulled back again to look at me he found only my soft body in sight of him. He drank in the sight of me and whispered a word, “Beautiful.”
To be accepted as I am by a man as strong as this meant everything to me. It meant that I could be the person I was instead of trying to fit into some vision of a man that society told me to be. It meant that I could let down my guard and be honest with him, and I was so grateful for the opportunity.
So grateful that I wanted to do something for him to thank him for the chance.
I advanced on him with my hips strutting, putting my hand on his firm chest and moving him back until the bench was right behind him. I reached for his shirt and removed it, tossing it away. I reached for his shorts and tugged them off, leaving him as naked as me.
He was hard and firm all over. Bulging muscles and washboard abs. This trunk and a thick cock to match it, one that bulged and throbbed in the open-air hard as the day is long and aching for my body.
I pushed him down to his seat on the bench and slipped down in front of him. My hands played down his chest, fingers lost in the jungle of his hair until they settled on his thighs and I came eye to eye with the monster this man had between his legs.
Seeing it so close made me uncertain. Not uncertain that I wanted to do this but uncertain I had the ability to. I wasn’t sure if I could be enough for him, and I wanted to be enough so badly.
“I’ve never done this before,” I said shyly, “Not any of this. Be patient with me.”
Then I ducked forward as my hands came in to rest on the base of his shaft. I kissed his head and parted my lips, taking him into me.