I slipped on the tiniest pair of gym shorts I owned, the ones that rode so high they barely covered the base of my balls. My cock was already half-hard from the morning wood that never quit, and the thin fabric stretched tight over the thick shaft, outlining every vein and the fat head that pushed against the seam. One wrong move and it would slip out the leg hole. That was the point.
I headed to the apartment complex gym like always, knowing the morning crowd would be light but not empty. The shorts rode up with every step, the material clinging to my heavy balls and the growing bulge. By the time I reached the door, my cock had thickened enough that the head was clearly visible through the stretched lycra, a dark spot of precum already soaking through.
A woman was already on the treadmill when I walked in. Mid-thirties, tight body, ponytail swinging. She glanced over once, then again, her eyes dropping straight to my crotch. I didnt hide it. I stepped onto the bike across from her and started pedaling, legs spread wide so the shorts pulled even tighter. My cock shifted, the head slipping halfway out the left leg hole, thick and flushed.
She missed a step on the treadmill. I kept pedaling, letting her watch as my cock swelled fuller, the shorts doing nothing to contain it. After a minute she hit stop, wiped her face, and walked straight over.
Those shorts are fucking obscene, she said, voice low and direct.
Want a closer look? I answered, standing up so the full length of my cock strained against the fabric, the head now completely exposed.
She didnt answer with words. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the locker room. The second the door shut behind us she dropped to her knees, yanking the shorts down just far enough for my cock to spring free. It slapped against her cheek, heavy and throbbing, a thick string of precum stretching from the slit to her skin.
Jesus, that thing is huge, she muttered, then opened wide and sucked the head into her mouth. Her lips stretched tight around the girth as she took the first few inches, tongue working the underside while her hand wrapped around the base and started stroking. I grabbed her ponytail and fed her more, watching my cock disappear between her lips inch by inch until it hit the back of her throat.
She gagged but didnt pull off. Spit ran down my shaft and over my balls as she worked me deeper, throat convulsing around the head. I fucked her mouth in short thrusts, the wet sounds loud in the empty locker room. When I pulled out she gasped, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my glistening cock.
Fuck me with it, she said, already shoving her leggings down. She bent over the bench, ass up, pussy visibly wet. I stepped behind her, rubbed the fat head through her folds, and pushed in. She was tight, but she took it, groaning as her cunt stretched around every thick inch. I bottomed out with my balls pressed against her and started thrusting hard, the slap of skin on skin echoing off the tiles.
Her pussy gripped me like a fist, slick and hot. I reached under her and rubbed her clit while I pounded, feeling her walls flutter. She came fast, shaking and cursing, but I didnt stop. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the bench, and shoved back in, watching her tits bounce with every thrust. Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my ass as she pulled me deeper.
Fill me up, she begged. I want that big cock to pump me full.
I slammed in to the hilt and let go, thick ropes of cum pulsing deep inside her. She came again around me, milking every drop. When I finally pulled out, cum leaked down her thighs in a steady drip.
She looked up at me, still breathing hard. Same time tomorrow? Wear those shorts again.
I just grinned, tucking my still-dripping cock back into the tiny shorts as best I could. The fabric was soaked now, clinging even tighter. I walked out knowing exactly what Id be wearing every day this week.
