He finally frees me from his other pit and I greedily gasp for cool, fresh air. I wanna spit out his lingering sweat in my mouth but I feel that will anger him. The only thing your mouth should be doing is licking my sweat.” “Please listen-” I beg but he shuts me down again. The bodybuilder then shoves me roughly to my knees, aligning my face with his crotch. He then pulls down his shorts and reveals that he’s wearing a jockstrap underneath. I’m face to face with his yellow-stained, dingy, sweat-soaked crotch. I glance up and see he’s sporting a malicious grin.
“Take a smell of a real man, bitch-boy” he says before grabbing my head and shoving my face into his hefty crotch. He blankets my face with his well-endowed bulge, forcing me to huff up his potent, personal man-musk. I’m gay so I can’t deny that I’m enjoying this, but I have to remember that this guy’s crazy. “Yeah gonna mark you as my property with my dick sweat, bitch-boy.” He then starts criciling his hips, dry-humping my face. The guy abruptly pulls my face from his crotch. “Oh how rude of me, let me introduce myself.” He says as he turns around with me still on my knees. I’m too busy wiping the sweat out of my face to see. I finally take notice when I open my eyes and find his ass inches from my face. Like the rest of his body, his ass is muscular, but at the same time it’s also covered in a layer of fat.
