I needed to let some steam off when I drove past an old boxing gym. It was a hot August day and there was hardly a breeze to be felt. The gym was mostly empty, and the owner was more than happy to let me work out some tension in one of the corners. I was so engrossed in my own thoughts that I didn’t realize you had been watching me from across the way. You watched as I wrapped my fists, pulled my hair back and for at least thirty minutes while I worked the bag over good. I was still oblivious to your attention as I made my way to the locker room. I was drenched in my own sweat; it was dripping off of my nose, my hair was soaked and sweat was running off of my back. All I wanted was a shower to get fresh, but you walked in and every thought in my mind was suddenly gone.
You were wearing shorts that revealed massive leg muscles and your broad, hairy chest was dripping in your own sweat. You didn’t say a word, you knew what you wanted and you went after it. You lifted one of my legs to pick me up enough so I could feel your aching bulge against my muff and it was obvious that I was lusting after you just as much as you wanted me. An unspoken word was recognized as we made eye contact and you took the dominant role in our locker room romp. (To Be Continued... )
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