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“You’re tearing up that bag today, Sugar Ron. Does it owe you money?”
Rex laughed as his heavy hand slapped Ron on the back. Ron looked at Rex’s reflection in the mirror. His bare chest rippled with the contractions of powerful muscles swollen from exertion. His tan skin shimmered under the gym lights, and tiny shadows outlined the ridges of each bump and crevice in his carved abdomen. Everything about Rex reminded Ron of his smallness, age, and weakness, yet Rex seemed to like Ron. Ron hoped his new friendship was real and not part of a game to get to Jessica.
“Yeah, I’ve got a lot on my mind.”
“Well, whatever it is, it’s working. With that kind of motivation, you’ll get jacked in no time.”
He put his hands out towards Ron’s reflection.
“Not that you’re not already fit, Sugar Ron. I’m just saying you should harness the thoughts. Use them.”
Ron smirked.
“It’s ok, Rex. I know what I am. You don’t have to patronize my fragile ego.”
“Whoa, buddy. What’s this stinkin’ thinkin’ we got going on here? Let’s rip that out and put some good stuff in!”
Rex grabbed Ron’s shoulders and rubbed them.
“You’re a tiger. Ya here, me? A ferocious animal. Nobody messes with Sugar Ron.”
Ron winced as he forced a smile. Rex’s well-intentioned pep talk fell on flat ears.
“Can I ask you something, Rex?”
“Sure, buddy, ask away.”
“Why are you doing this with me? Like, why are we friends?”
Rex made a face like someone shoved a lemon wedge in his mouth.
“What kind of question is that?”
“No, I’m serious. You’re this handsome, muscular young guy. I’m a much less attractive, wiry older guy. What made you want to hang out with me?”
“I don’t know. You just seemed like a cool guy. Didn’t put much thought into it.”
Ron frowned and nodded.
“Man, you think too much. Gonna make yourself crazy with those thoughts, Sugar Ron. You need to pump some iron. Come over here and get on this bench.”
Ron rolled his eyes.
“Trust me, bro. It’ll make you feel better.”
Ron’s feet trudged over to the bench, and he dropped like a rock, sitting on the bench. He took a deep breath and leaned back, sliding himself under the bar. Rex got behind him to spot, his crotch very close to Ron’s head. As Ron reached up to wrap his fingers around the bar, he imagined Rex to have an enormous cock, just like his muscles. Jessica had imagined it, too. He just knew it.
“Don’t worry about the weight. I’ll help you if it gets too hard,” Rex said.
Too hard. Like the hardness of his cock that Jessica imagined between her thighs? Ron felt a twitch in his shorts.
Oh no, I gotta think about something else, he thought.
He focused on the bar, gripped it, and pushed it up off the stand.
“That’s it, Sugar Ron. Get after it.”
The bar lowered, and Ron’s chest muscles screamed with pain as he struggled to hold the weight.
“I can’t do it!”
“Yes, you can, Sugar Ron. Own that bar!”
Ron glared at the ceiling. The veins in his forehead bulged as if ready to burst, and his neck tightened. He pushed with all his might at the bar, and it lifted.
“That’s it, Sugar Ron. You got this!”
His whole body shook the bench as he groaned in a high pitch, and the bar continued to rise.
“Keep pushing!”
Pushing. Like Rex pushing his hard cock deep into Jessica’s pussy? Ron imagined the muscles in Rex’s ass cheeks flexing as he pounded her. Until his arms popped into a straight position, the bar held aloft.
“You did it, Sugar Ron. Now, c’mon. You’ve got another one in you. I know it. Let’s do it again!”
Again. Like Jessica begging Rex to fuck her again. His powerful thighs, so close to Ron’s head now, tightening as he undulated his hips to gore her wet hole again and again. Ron’s hands burned from his tenacious grip of the bar as it lowered and raised one more time. His entire body tingled under the potent mixture of strain and imagination. The bar descended again towards his chest. Like Jessica’s ass lowering onto his chest to put her unfaithful pussy in his face. To force him to taste her infidelity. As Ron shoved at the bar to lift the vision of her off him, he imagined her raised hips above his head being penetrated by Rex. His balls dangling over Ron’s head, slapping into his wife.
“Umm, Sugar Ron?”
The bar clanked against the stands behind the bench, and Ron’s arms quivered as they lowered back towards his body.
“You got something going on there.”
Ron’s awareness of his body returned, and he felt a tight pull in his shorts pressing up against his cock.
Oh no, he thought.
He looked down to see a tent in his shorts and lurched up, hunching over it to hide himself.
“Don’t get me wrong, Sugar Ron. I get into my workouts. But you took it to a whole different level. You just manhandled that bar like it was your bitch.”
Rex’s words continued to stoke the imagery pulverizing Ron’s mind. He saw a fistful of Jessica’s hair in Rex’s hand as he rode her. She moaned in submission to him. And in betrayal of Ron.
“Can I ask you something, man?” Ron asked.
“Sure, buddy.”
“And I realize this may appear an odd question, but would you fuck my wife?”
“Whoa! That is an odd question.”
“Yeah, I know. But seriously. Would you?”
“Ummm...”
“I promise I won’t be mad, whatever your answer. Tell me truthfully.”
Rex scowled and reached across his chest to rub his opposite shoulder.
“I mean, ya know, I’m married. And you’re married.”
His eyes fell to the floor, and he shrugged.
“But I guess if we weren’t married and Jessica was available for that, then yeah, I’d have sex with her. I mean, you know she’s hot, right? And the way she walks around, so confident, just flaunting her body. It’s sexy. You get that, don’t you?”
Rex’s eyes peeked up at Ron, whose chest tightened.
“Yeah, man. I get it.”
“But we’re cool, right? You’re not mad?”
Ron’s stomach sunk with a heaviness, but he forced a smile.
“No, I’m not, Rex. We’re cool.”
