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Preview:
Clank
The locker door rings in the empty lockers room. The young José, a twenty four year old computer science, out of shape student finishes dressing in his workout fit before walking out into the gym. The place is huge and deserted, good, the young man thinks as he catches his reflection on one of the wall mirrors. He contemplates the twinkish nerd looking back at him, a five foot seven tall boy, with messy, shaggy dirty brown hair, black eyes with slight bag under them, and a slightly pudgy, out of shape build. He is wearing a black hoodie and gray sweatpants and dirty, washed out white sneakers for shoes.
He lets out a drawn out sigh as he lifts his shirt and pinches his hanging gut. "Alright, let's get to work." He whispers, an attempt to motivate himself into doing the right thing for his neglected body. For twenty eight days, now he has been coming to this gym, his university campus gym, to get himself back in shape. Being the self-conscious nerd that he is, he always workouts at later hours to avoid dealing with the crowd and unwanted eyes. And tonight is no different. The only ones knowing of him being here are the gym's janitor that José sometimes catches on his way out, and the gal that work at the front desk, Cindy or Wendy. He never quite caught her name, never daring to ask her nor stare at the badge carrying her named pinned on her nice rack.
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"That was a close one. You okay? Can you sit up?" She keeps her tone even, professional, like she's seen many idiots go through the same scenario before, people pushing too hard, too late, when no one’s around to spot them. It’s a recipe for disaster. The overhead lights reflect off the racks of dumbbells and cast long shadows. The air is still thick with the day’s accumulated heat and the faint smell of sweat that always seems to linger in this place. She reaches for José's water bottle on a nearby bench, taking a slow sip while she gives the boy a moment to collect himself, her gaze never leaving him. "So, dumbass or idiot, which one are you?" She coldly says, although the edge in her voice dulls just slightly as she watches José’s hand go to his throat to rub the spot that almost got crushed by the bar.
"Wh-what?" The young man goes, pulling out his earphones, voice betraying his confusion at the woman's question. His eyes flick to her, watching as she steps closer, the rubber sole of her sneaker scuffing against the floor. The distance between them vanishes until she’s standing right beside the bench, her shadow falling over him. The gym’s silence feels heavier now, broken only by the ragged sound of José's breathing and the distant hum of his headphones still blasting. Her gaze is clinical, sweeping over his form, the way his sweatshirt is damp with sweat, the tremor still lingering in his arms, the vulnerable arch of his neck.
"Dumbass or idiot? Neither is a good look. You could have crushed your windpipe or broken a rib." She states plainly, no sugar-coating. The many close calls in weightlifting flash in her mind, the importance of a spotter, of knowing your limits.
"S-sorry... " He mumbles back. "I thought I had it under control..."
Sidney sighs, head shaking from side to side in exasperation. She reaches out, her fingers, strong and warm, brushing his aside from his neck.
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"Name's Sid, by the way, Sidney but you can call me Sid." She breaks the silence as her hands continue their slow, deliberate descent down the length of José’s spine, the warm almond oil creating a slick, shining trail over the tanned landscape of his back.
"J-José... " He replies, biting back a groan as her thumbs press deep into the paravertebral muscles on either side of his lumbar region, feeling the residual tension there, a different kind of clenching, one born not from strain but from anticipation.
"Josie, huh? Cute name." She teases, as she works in slow, circular motions, the heels of her palms digging into the soft flesh just above the waistband of his, well, where the waistband of his sweats would be.
"N-no, it's Jo-" He tries to correct her but as her fingers trace the dimples at the base of his spine, his entire body go rigid again. It’s a sudden, electric stiffening, a silent shout of understanding. He finally gets it. He knows exactly where this is heading.
Sidney pauses, her hands resting flat against the small of his back, feeling the rapid, rabbit-like pulse of his heart transmitted through his body. She can almost hear the thoughts racing in his head. "Easy. This is still part of the process, José. I needs to release the glutes and the hip flexors.
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GLURCKGUKRRGLURCKGUKRRGLURCKGUKRR~
The sound is obscene: wet, choking gags, the slap of skin, the creak of the table under their combined weight, and Sidney's own low, guttural grunts of pleasure. Each drive of her hips forces another choked, muffled cry from José, his airway clogged around her invading monster. Tears spring from his screwed-shut eyes, tracing hot paths through the oil on his temples. Spit and pre-cum mix, leaking from the stretched corners of his lips to smear across his cheeks and chin. The boy's hands, fly up to the futa's ass, his fingers digging into the hard, muscular curves of her cheeks. The touch is a chaotic mix of weak, spastic attempt to push her off and a desperate, clawing search for support as his world narrows to the brutal, suffocating rhythm of her hips. She feels his blunt nails scraping against her skin, his palms pressing and sliding on the sweat-slicked flesh.
A dark, breathless laugh bursts from her lips, ragged and full of contempt. "Come on Josie, you can do better that that" She taunts. "Your efforts are pathetic, laughable, really. Just take the dicking like a man and enjoy it"