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Mitchel came to the gym quite late at night, much later than he normally did. Overslept that morning, couldn’t come till after dinner. He was pleasantly surprised to find a cocksucker on his knees servicing the men in the locker room. It was too hot in there, so Mitchel took the boy out to a corner of the gym and gave him his cock. He always got a raging boner after a great session at the gym, so he was more than willing to let the cocksucker have at it. Mitchel felt a hand rubbing his asscheek, squeezing hard. This boy clearly went into heat at the sight of naked, buff men and went to the source to worship them.

Mitchel felt it would be rude to deny him his erection when he was clearly so gifted at sucking and so at home on his knees.

He later found out that the cocksucker was there three or four nights a week, and a couple rich gym rats paid for his bills and STD checks. Mitchel never went to the gym early again and soon he too was investing in that boy.

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Aaron knows there are plenty of ways to worship the cock of a man who is of higher standing than he is… his hands, his mouth, his ass, for example, and he is talented in all three. Sometimes though it’s just delightful to take a pause and give it a long look, maybe gently stroking it as it grows harder and harder. Aaron often wonders how such a couple inches of flesh brainwashes him into being such a mindless slut, how it drives him crazy, makes him an addict for the rush of being powerless to another man. Each and every cock is unique, its taste and temperature and scent. No batteries, no screens, no engine, nothing complicated…just nature and evolution, and it is a gift to cherish every single day.

“…What is he doing down there? He’s got this glazed look on his face.”
“Aw, let me him be. I think he’s cute when he gets like this. He’s off in this zone.”
“…Wait, wait I know that look on your face…do you love him?”
“Yeah, yeah, I do. And he knows it.”
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