Worked Up

Hunter Marx paces the gym, flexing his muscles, pulse quickening as he waits for Scott Campbell to arrive. But today, no grueling sets await the eager student. The cunning trainer lures his willing pupil into something far more intimate—service for that thick, throbbing cock. Hunter sheds his clothes, stands tall and unhurried, savoring the slick glide of Scott's tongue along his rigid shaft, each lap a teasing rep that builds the heat. He returns the favor with equal fire, first wrapping his lips around Scott's pulsing dick, drawing out moans, then burying his face between those firm cheeks to rim the tight asshole with hungry precision. Craving more, they dive in. Scott drops to all fours, Hunter thrusts deep from behind, pounding with raw rhythm. They shift—Scott flat on his back, legs spread wide—as Hunter drives harder, finally pulling out to unleash a thick, sticky flood across the young man's taut abs and heaving chest. Not done yet, Hunter urges Scott to part his cheeks, exposing that greedy hole. He guides a cold metal bar from the weight bench right into it. Scott's ring stretches wide, straining as he eases back onto the unyielding pole, rocking forth and back. He coos through the sharp ache laced with bliss, while Hunter watches close, balancing ecstasy against the edge of risk.