1. Married Muscle Coach


    Date: 10/30/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Mature, Author: Viril77, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    My second daddy was Ed Marston. Strength training coach at the university. Not my university, but one in my hometown. That summer while at home, I'd been doing my best to keep up weight training at the Y. I thought I'd been doing OK til I literally bumped into a large, muscular older man at the GNC. We got talking about supplements, then he started giving me advice, then asked me about my workout routines. One thing led to another and the man invited me to work out off-hours at the university gym. The better equipment was great, but the best thing was the rapport I developed with Marston. The man was big and surprisingly in-shape for 50. His build was ex-football all the way, and I could tell he worked hard to keep every bit of muscle tone and bulk as his body changed. Soon I would learn this meant 3 hours of working out a day, in addition to the time he spent with athletes. He had a gruff exterior but with kind brown-eyes. His hair was thinning and almost entirely gray, but he kept it trimmed military-tight. One the first day, I cautioned him that I didn't want to get a football build, cause it might affect my game. "Boy," he laughed. "I do this for a fucking living. I know what I'm doing." We got along great after that, and over the summer I gained ten solid pounds of pure muscle mass, all under Marston's careful tutelage. I think it was a few weeks into my training when it first happened. Just a few days after my hook up with Mr. Grayson, in fact. I was swimming in ...
    testosterone and feeling super cocky about my gains in the gym. After a couple of sets on the bench press, I peeled off my shirt. "How am I doin' Coach?" I taunted as I flexed my pecs for my new workout mentor. Ed sized me up for a second. I couldn't tell if he was taken aback or had seen this preening behavior a million times. Casually, he reached down untucked the gray polo shirt he was wearing, stripping it up off and over his head. "You're doing good, guy, but you got a ways to go." That moment blew my mind. Here was this man, 50 and married, with a perfectly sculpted muscle bod. He either shaved or waxed as there was nothing to interrupt my vision of his hard flesh. There were a few telltale giveaways of his age: the rougher skin, muscles that looked vascular and pumped rather than effortless, thick and heavy nipples poking out from his smooth chest, and a stubborn little bit of padding that kept Ed from having a visible six pack. "Wow!" I muttered in disbelief. "Pretty good for an old guy, right?" He had a sly grin now. Tables definitely turned. I could barely look up from the sight of his bared chest. My breath was getting shorter. "How old are you?" "Turned 50 last month." I couldn't believe this guy was 50 but truth be told it was kind of a turn on that he was. It was like an extraordinary feeling of taboo swept over me. All I could think about was this man fucking someone. "Your wife must be pretty happy," I blurted out. "She is," he answered confidently. "That doesn't ...
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