High Intensity Training – Cain Marko & Cole Blue
I think I’m pretty confident when it comes to making moves with men. I used to be extremely shy, but then I realized that if you feel sexy, you are sexy, regardless of who you are or what you look like. That particular revelation changed every aspect of my life, and I’ve never looked back.
I’ve had my eye on Coach Marko for some time now. He’s everything I find attractive in an older man; he’s tall, hairy and bearded… and that stocky body! His ass is like a rock! I was more than a little excited when I heard that he likes guys.
Once I laid eyes on trainer Marko, things went according to plan: I asked his advice on how to improve my fitness levels and told him I would love to have a one-on-one training session with him. The next thing I knew, we were in his office, bouncing around like a pair of insane kangaroos, sweating it out in intense, high-intensity workouts: all the while taking every opportunity to check in on each other.
I really don’t remember how it all started. But suddenly our blood pumping training brought us together – we were kissing and it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
He had my dick out of my shorts in the blink of an eye and looked pretty impressed with what he found tucked inside my underwear.
I think the one thing I’ve always known is that my dick is considerably above average size. If a guy likes the way I look and kiss, I know he’s going to love my dick!
I could tell the trainer was trying to figure out if he could hold it. I gave his firm, muscular ass a little squeeze, just to let him know that I understood the direction we were going… and what I wanted. I love the crazy inversion of power that kicks in when I get to the top of one of my trainers. Suddenly I’m calling the shots and putting him to the test! It’s an incredible feeling.
Marko dropped to his knees and started kicking me. His lips were soft, he sucked like a pro – the trainer had had some practice for sure. It was all I could do to stop myself from freaking out right then and there.
I threw him on the couch and pushed his legs up. His entrance opened before me, and I peeked out with my tongue, alternating between his full balls and the seductive hole. I crouched down between his legs, lined up and thrust my rock hard tool at him.
I fucked him mercilessly. It became something of a game, I guess, to see how fast I could thrust into him before he started howling. But he took me like a man, gritting his teeth and daring me to punch him even harder.
I was quite surprised (but secretly pleased) when he suddenly threw me onto the couch and pushed my legs back. Turns out there’s a limit to how long a big, burly guy like Coach Marko is prepared to stay in the bottom bunk. Within minutes, he was fucking me, pushing that massive, thick rod inside my ass. He thrust in and out of me like some kind of machine until I was cross-eyed and gasping for mercy.
We flip-flopped like a couple of horny bucks. I hit him. He hit me. We took turns proving who was the most virile in a visceral, carnal, lust-filled struggle for supremacy. I don’t know what he got into me. The competition consumed us – I completely lost control. I’m not sure I could have stopped if I wanted to.
He closed his eyes in pure bliss, breathlessly murmuring words of encouragement as he threw himself into oblivion. I pulled out and wrapped my lips around his cock. He shuddered, then exploded into my mouth. I gulped down its thick, salty payload – protein for our post-workout…
