The owner of my gym and I have a funny relationship. There's always been a flirty, sexual vibe between us as I didn't exactly make a secret of the fact that I thought he was hot and he definitely shamelessly flirted right back. I told him about freak Twitter and showed him a couple videos, and he thought it was so hot that he decided to make his own account and asked for my help setting it up. I gave it to him and he started messaging me with fantasies of me sucking him through a glory hole — apparently this was one of his kinks that made him the horniest. I promised him we'd make that happen. A couple days later I found out that he already had a boyfriend, but by then the ship had already sailed. One night he messages me saying he's super horny, feeling freaky, and how he wishes I'd just gone for his dick the last time I saw him at the gym. I told him that I wanted to, but by then I'd found out about his boyfriend and I wasn't sure what his boundaries were. He replied that the next time I saw him, if I was good, he'd put his dick in my mouth. I told him I'd be happy to make it up to him now, if he wanted to, and he very much liked that idea. I asked him if he had an old bedsheet because if he did, we could act out his glory hole fantasy.

That sent him over the moon. He cut a hole in an old bedsheet, strung it up in the doorframe to his bedroom, sent me a photo, gave me his address, and said I should come into the basement entrance -- the door would be unlocked and the room would be dark. I should just come inside, hoodie up over my head for extra discretion, not say anything, get to work, swallow, and leave. I said yes sir, of course. His final instruction to me was to make sure I grabbed his balls and pulled them. He told me I had five minutes to get him to cum and asked if I thought I could do that. I said I was pretty certain I could and would welcome the opportunity to prove myself. "I'm kicking you out at 11:43," he said. "Yes sir," I replied.

Well... it took four minutes. I parked, pulled my hoodie up over my head in the car, told him I was there, and he said to just walk in. I opened the basement door and saw the sheet hanging in a doorway at the back of the apartment, illuminated from behind by the glow of his phone screen. I walk up, then drop to my knees. He hits play on some music and puts his half-hard dick through the hole. I take him all the way into my mouth and start fluttering my lips and tongue around it and he groans with delight as I feel his manhood twitch and swell right up in response. I inhale deeply to get a whiff of his balls, which are fresh but have juuuust a hint of musk (and that drives me WILD!). Before long he's at full mast. I pull up the bottom of the sheet, reach underneath with one hand, and start grabbing and massaging his balls as I suck. "Oh fuck yeah," he groans as I pull them and work them while I work his dick.

I took the hand that wasn't grabbing his balls and started working it up and down the shaft of his dick as I sucked and throated him; his grunt of approval let me know that that pleased him. I take his dick out of my mouth for a second but keep working it with my one hand, but I replace the other hand that had been pulling on his balls with my mouth and tongue instead. "Yeah," he whispers as he feels my tongue caressing his shaved sack for the first time. But I know my time is limited and that I have instructions to follow, so I swiftly get my mouth back on his dick, returning my hand to his balls. As I bob up and down he groans. "I'm about to cum," he says, and I moan with anticipation. Just seconds later, his throbbing dick starts convulsing and he silently releases jet after jet of hot nut into my mouth and onto the back of my throat. I moan again with pleasure and gratitude as I receive my reward, greedily swallowing every drop and squeezing it out of his dick with my mouth before plunging to the very base of his shaft one last time, inhaling the musk from his manicured pubes and undulating my mouth and the back of my throat to please him along the full length of his manhood. And then, just as instructed, I rise to my feet, pull my hoodie back up over my head, grab my phone, and leave. As I pull the door shut behind me and grab my phone to type "thank you sir," I glance at the clock. It was 11:42. ;) Mission accomplished. "Damn, that was so good," he messaged in response as I was driving back. I thanked him again for the honor and told him I'd be honored to service him again. "That was amazing; ur a pro!" he said. "I loved how you handled my balls, and you followed directions well. I really enjoyed -- it was hot and I want more." I thanked him once again and told him I would absolutely do that for him. "Next time you see me, if we're alone, just grab it and start sucking." "Yes sir," I replied. (I wonder if it'll be at the gym?)