Some One Shot Gay Fantasy

3: A Straight Marine

I was a gym manager for quite some years now. One specific day of my boring job, a man my age walked into my office. He wore a dark, navy blue shirt with yellow lettering that spelled out the shortening of the marine army name in my country. He also carried a very heavy-looking backpack. He introduced himself as Brian.

Immediately, I was captivated. Not just because Brian was incredibly attractive - the kind who could alter the atmosphere of any space he entered - but due to his natural charisma, and his undeniable self-assurance, which left me feeling somewhat anxious.

Brian stood at around 6'2, his physique sculpted from head to toe with muscles that seemed to go on forever. His choice of attire - shorts that accentuated his smooth, massive legs - added to his overall appeal. Lips so inviting that they stirred a desire within me for a passionate kiss.

His most striking feature, however, were his eyes - a mesmerizing shade of dark blue that shimmered under certain lights, almost appearing brown. His responses to my queries, always punctuated with "Yes sir" or "No sir," only served to enhance his commanding presence.

Brian revealed that he was on leave from the military, wanting to return in better physical condition than before. To this end, I arranged a guest pass for him, allowing me to observe his rigorous workouts over the course of the week. His routine was nothing short of extraordinary – he would wear his heavy backpack and run at full incline on the treadmill, pushing himself to the limit. Even pull-ups with the backpack added to the intensity of his exercises.

It was both inspiring and exhilarating to watch him, not just because of his impressive dedication but also due to his undeniably captivating appearance. My initial impression of Brian was positive, finding him appealing. As the week progressed, Brian brought his father to meet me.

"My son enjoys your gym, and I'd like to purchase a membership for him while he's here," said Brian's father, Gil. My attention was immediately drawn to Gil, much like it had been with Brian. Gil shared many similarities with his son; he too was physically fit. However, there was something distinctly 'dad-like' about him - a salt-and-pepper five o'clock shadow, deep brown eyes, and a noticeable mustache that gave him an air of the 80s porn star. Ultimately, I ended up signing both Gil and Brian up for memberships.

One evening, after wrapping up my shift, I decided to hit the gym for a workout. As fate would have it, I ran into Brian.

"Hey, Jay," he called out, spotting me on a treadmill. "Wanna join me for a workout?" Without fully understanding why, I found myself saying 'sure'. The ensuing 45 minutes were a brutal test of endurance, thanks to Brian's superior athleticism. Yet, despite the torment, I couldn't deny the pleasure of being near him. So, naturally, I agreed to work out with him again.

After our grueling workout session, we headed to the locker room. It was late, and the gym would soon be closing for the night. Unbeknownst to me, Brian possessed a surprising level of chattiness, especially when discussing his time in the Marines.

"I'll be stationed at in this place for a while, which means I might be able to visit my family more frequently," he explained, dropping his underwear right in front of me. His thick legs pressed his balls tightly against each other, pointing his 3-inch soft, thick-cut dick directly at me. "However, I've got my heart set on living abroad."

As Brian made his way to the showers, I caught a glimpse of perhaps the most impressive, perfectly sculpted ass I'd ever laid eyes on. Its roundness was accentuated by the muscles that formed its contours, creating a tantalizing blend of hardness and softness. Every movement he made caused his cheeks to flex and contract in ways that sent waves of desire coursing through any onlooker.

His tight asshole was enticingly gapped, revealing a hint of his inner depths that only served to stoke the fires of imagination. The slick skin of his pucker shone invitingly in the dim light, promising uncharted territories of pleasure waiting to be explored.