1. Becoming Macy Ch. 01


    Date: 7/9/2015, Categories: Anal, Gay Male, Shemales, Author: MaskedBottomBoy, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    was apart of a fantasy game between us, she was still his employee. Brenda handed the meatheads their smoothies and slid me the note. I opened it, Steve had great handwriting, it said “Marshal, I’ll be watching you in yoga class. Do your best and stretch as much as you can for me! I’ve got you a massage paid for in room 13 after your class, Enjoy!” I folded it up and slid the note in my shorts seam. “I’ll see you later hun I’m gonna go stretch” I said to Brenda, Brenda replied “ok, you are looking fucking hot seriously, love that hair sweetie’ she paused staring at me ‘but I would need you to put on a few pounds before you could handle this”, she winked at me and I smiled thinking to myself “bitch you need a bigger dick to handle this” then thinking to myself. . . . .she probably did have a bigger dick than me. . . at home. . . . in a box. . . . . under the bed. . . . .that girl was a freak. I went to the yoga room, found my spot near the back of the room closest to the windows so I could be seen better. As I started stretching I thought of Steve and all 6’2, 260lbs of ripped tanned smooth muscles watching me stretch. I got in a position to stretch my lower back, laying facedown flat I raised only my upper body with my arms in a almost push up, I looked straight ahead past the other yoga students and into the mirror. . . Steve was on a machine right behind me curling what looked like all the weight the machine had to offer. I smiled and kept stretching, ‘showtime’ I thought ...
    to myself. The yoga instructor entered the room and began the class. We got in a variety of poses and I made sure to pop my ass out as much as I could, as slow as I could, as seductive as I could. I could see Steve every so often biting his lip, staring at me with hungry eyes, I knew those hungry eyes. . . . . . I didn’t know when . . . . . but I was in for a pounding. bl**d flowed thru my cock, my face flushed red ‘. . . . this class needed to hurry the fuck up’ I thought to myself. Steve got up and moved and I couldn’t see him anymore. I kept up as I was, performing for my man. The last yoga move we did was freestyle, anything we wanted to do. I spread my tan, smooth legs wide, testing the elastic of the shorts I was wearing, I felt the thong pull tight against my hole. I spread my legs out further and did the splits, leaned forward and laid my chest flat against the floor. My balls were tucked tight in the thong, I could feel them smashing up against the base of my cock. I grinded slightly into the ground rubbing my man clit against the floor before tucking my elbows into my hips and lifted myself off the ground, keeping my legs in the splits, wide, balancing. I looked around, everyone was in there own world in the class but a glance at the mirrors reflection of the gym. . . I had a more than a few eyes staring right at me. One set of eyes belonged to Ben. Class finished, I rolled up my mat and walked out of the yoga room. I looked for Steve. I don’t know if I had turned ...
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