On a relaxed weekend, I was browsing Lush Stories, drooling over the pictures and jerking off to the steamy sex stories, when I stumbled upon Mesaman’s profile. He was a 65-year-old bisexual man, and the moment I saw his photos, my jaw dropped and my cock started leaking. He was my dream Dom.

Muscular, tall, with a thick white cock. God, I moaned softly and licked my lips as I watched his jerk-off videos. I immediately followed him and connected with him on Lush. I sent him a message, complimenting his body and that massive cock.

Soon we were exchanging messages regularly. I opened up about my kinks, and he was clearly enjoying our chats as much as I was. We began trading photos and videos, getting to know each other more intimately. I learned he’d previously run a trucking business and was now retired, operating a small gym in a neighboring city. He also read all of my stories and quickly understood what turned me on.

After about a month, we decided to meet in person. Mesaman invited me to his gym on a Sunday night. He specifically told me to arrive at 10 p.m. and the doors would be unlocked. I booked a hotel nearby and started preparing. He’d told me to wear whatever made me comfortable, but I wanted to look my best.

Mesaman had a thing for smooth subs, so I’d waxed my entire body a few days earlier. I sprayed on my favorite cologne, slipped into a snug jockstrap, pulled on a neatly ironed pair of trousers, and wore a crisp white shirt with the top few buttons undone. I was nervous, excited, and aching to serve.

I arrived at the gym exactly at 10. The moment I stepped in, I was hit by the musky scent of sweat—the scent of men who had trained hard here. It was warm inside. I heard the soft hum of a treadmill and felt a wave of curiosity.

As I entered the treadmill area, there he was, Mesaman, running shirtless in a pair of athletic shorts, his body glistening with sweat. My cock throbbed instantly. He didn’t smile or speak, just looked at me and motioned with a finger to come closer. My heart was pounding as I stepped forward.

“Take off your clothes and get on all fours, just in your underwear,” he said.

I obeyed without hesitation.

Now on all fours, parallel to the treadmill, I could hear his deep breaths as he ran. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him checking me out. The warmth in the room had me sweating already, and my body was humming with anticipation.

After ten minutes, he stopped the treadmill and stepped off. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but then I heard him speak:

“Open your mouth wide. Tongue out.”

I obeyed.

He shoved his sweaty underwear into my mouth. The taste of his sweat flooded my senses as my saliva soaked the fabric even further. Grabbing my hair tightly, he yanked me forward and led me on all fours like a dog. I had no idea where he was taking me, but within moments, I realized we were headed toward a bench.

“Get on it and stay on all fours,” he ordered.

I climbed onto the bench and held my position on all fours. Moments later, I felt cool lube spread across my hole. Two fingers pressed in, loosening me up, before a butt plug was pushed deep inside. A sharp sting hit me, and I let out a small scream, the sound echoed through the empty gym.

Then, Mesaman stepped in front of me, completely nude. His massive cock hung proudly between his legs. My own cock twitched inside the jockstrap, already leaking.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

I lifted my head and met his eyes. The lust I saw in them made my entire body shiver. I knew I was about to be used, degraded, and I wanted every second of it. Our eye contact lingered for a moment, electric and intense.

“Now lie down on your back,” he said.

I shifted onto my back on the bench. He pulled the underwear out of my mouth and ordered me to keep it open. Placing one leg on either side of the bench, he stood over my face. His cock loomed above me, longer than my entire face.

Then, spreading his ass wide, he slowly lowered himself onto me.

“Lick,” he growled.

I dove in, tongue first, licking his sweaty hole without hesitation. I spat lightly and pushed my tongue in deeper, swirling and pressing. Mesaman moaned above me, and the sound of it echoing through the gym was intoxicating. I kept rimming him for what felt like fifteen minutes, until my face was soaked with saliva, sweat, and his musky flavor.

Without a word, he stepped off the bench.

“Get down on the floor. Wait like a dog.”

I obeyed again, positioning myself in front of the bench on all fours. My jockstrap was drenched at the front with precum. Mesaman looked down at the wet spot and smirked.

“You’re not going to touch that dick. And you’re not taking that jockstrap off tonight.”

I nodded, aching with need.

He sat on the bench and spread his legs wide, stroking his cock. It grew even larger, thicker, harder.

“You know what to do,” he said. “Show me how much you want this dick.”

I crawled forward and started by licking his balls, slowly trailing my tongue up the length of his shaft. He grabbed the back of my head and slid his cock into my throat. I sucked hungrily, bobbing up and down, licking, taking him deeper with every stroke. He groaned loudly, clearly enjoying every second.

When I deepthroated him, he held my head down tightly. I choked and gagged on his cock, but I didn’t stop. When he pulled back, my mouth was dripping with a mix of his precum and my spit. I kept going—sucking, licking, choking, and taking him deep, for nearly twenty minutes.

Finally, he said, “It’s time.”

Mesaman grabbed me by the hair again and led me on all fours to the locker room. On the floor, I saw a towel neatly folded and waiting. He ordered me to wait there, positioned on all fours. Then, he began turning off the lights, every one except a single, dim overhead bulb in the locker area.

The room grew still. I could smell everything, the dampness in the air, the faint stench from the toilets, the heat of my own sweat clinging to my body. He turned off the air conditioning. Now, all I could hear were his footsteps approaching.

He stood over me and strapped a ball gag into my mouth.

“This gym deserves only my voice,” he said.

With that, he pulled the butt plug from my ass and tossed it aside. Then he knelt down behind me over the towel.

In one hard, sudden thrust, his cock pushed deep into my hole. I screamed into the gag. Even stretched and open, I was still tight, and the shock of it made my eyes water. He let out a primal roar, like a lion claiming its prey, and gripped my hips with both hands.

He started pounding me - fast, relentless, and raw.

My muffled cries echoed off the walls. His sweat dripped down onto my back as the sound of skin slapping skin filled the space. The intensity, the heat, the pressure, I was losing myself in it. My body tensed, my hole clenched around him, and I could feel the orgasm building fast.

Moments later, I came hard. My cock erupted inside my jockstrap, soaking it through. My arms trembled, and I nearly collapsed, but Mesaman pulled me back up and kept thrusting, harder, deeper.

He was moaning now, loudly, passionately. Then I felt it, his cock pulsing, his thick load spilling deep inside me. My hole ached, stretched and filled. My body went limp.

He let go, and I dropped to the floor, breathing heavily, leaking from both ends. I couldn’t move for a minute. Mesaman stood nearby, panting, wiping sweat and cum from his cock with a towel.

After a moment, he tossed my clothes onto the floor next to me.

“You have five minutes to leave. Don’t clean yourself. Show the world what a slut you are.”

I slowly got dressed, feeling the mix of my cum and his soaking into my clothes. My pants rubbed against my sticky thighs. Mesaman sat on the bench, watching me silently, sipping from a bottle of water.

Finally, I spoke through a dry throat: “Thank you, Master Mesaman.”

He smirked. “Good bitch.”

I left the gym with cum trickling down the backs of my legs and onto the insides of my knees. I walked back to the hotel, sore, used, and completely satisfied.

It was a night I would never forget.