Secrets of a Bulge Lover

Secrets of a Bulge Lover

There he was. He was late again for our weekly swimming lesson. I have to admit I am pretty uptight when it comes to punctuality and responsibility, I don’t like my students to be late, especially if I have already started the lesson. But before I continue with this story, I’d like to introduce myself so you guys get to know me a bit better. My name’s Roger, I am 32 years old and I am gym a teacher at a public school. I love doing exercise and eating chocolate, which, I know, aren’t very compatible, but who cares. I also teach swimming lessons at a local leisure center. I am single, I recently broke up with my boyfriend who I had a relationship with for seven good years. I am not here to write him off, he was a good guy, but things didn’t work out well for us at the end and we decided we were better apart. Anyway, I love my job and I love teaching. But there’s definitely something I die for, spandex. I am a sucker for people wearing form fitting stretch fabrics, more specifically speedos or swimsuits. Geez, I love tight speedos as much as I love visible dick lines, which I think is why I love being a swimming teacher.

Alex is one of my students in the swimming class, he is a candid 22-year-old college student who loves telling jokes and being late for class. The latter is something I really dislike about him, I really feel like he’s wasting his time and making me waste mine. However, I usually try to play it cool. Well, it was our usual Friday morning class, and he was running late again. He rushed to the changing room and got changed real quick. Suddenly, I wasn’t mad at him anymore. Just imagine this green-eyed beauty with a handsome face, a rock hard chest, rippling abs and the tightest ass… wearing his white swimsuit, I guess I have a degree in not drooling over this guy’s perfect body. He came up to me and asked me if he could come to the class, to which I could’ve easily said no, but, like I already told you guys, he was just dreamy.

Everyone left and there he was again. Only this time, he was looking at me differently. He was smiling at me like he was trying to tell me something, something I sure wanted to get off my chest. I went to the changing room and hit the shower, I was soaping my legs when I saw him. He was touching his dick right in front of me. It felt like an invitation, an invitation to pull it out of his white swimsuit and taste his dick. It was just perfect. His was slightly curved up at the tip, pointing up, it had this amazing uniform thickness and was rounded like a bottle. It was a beautiful thing to see. He came closer and put it in my mouth, I didn’t have time to think about it, he started mouth-fucking me right away. He was choking me on his dick, I felt how some tears started to come out, which I usually find annoying, but this time around, I was pleased to have my mouth stuffed with this guy’s giant dick. I didn’t know my gag reflex was so good. The slurping sound I was making was the only thing we could hear. He was rolling his eyes and pulling my hair. I grabbed his rock hard thighs and pulled him closer, I couldn’t waste an inch of his throbbing dick.

I took a moment to close the changing room’s door. We certainly didn’t want anyone to walk in on us. We were about to have some fun. Alex pressed me hard against the wall, he kissed me and said ‘‘coach, I have always wanted to fuck you, you’re hot as fuck, I want to be inside you.. so can I?’’ and a big ‘YEEES’ was my answer. He spit on his cock and placed the tip on my hole, he started going steady which made me think he didn’t want to hurt me, but to be honest, I was more focused on having that big cock shoved up my ass than the short-lasting physical pain it can represent. I told him to fuck me, to fuck me hard and he went all the way it. I could feel how his huge dick was inside me and I also felt how, somehow, it was getting harder and harder, as if it wanted to stuff me like a turkey at Thanksgiving. He pounded me hard, he fucked my ass like it hadn’t been fucked in a long time. After a couple of minutes of hard pounding, he told me to ride his dick so he sat on one of the benches and spit on his dick one more time.

I straddled him and sat on his dick as I touched his hard pecs. He was sweating, we both were, actually. I had him tilt his pelvis up and I rocked my hips back and forth. I went up and down for a couple of minutes, I felt how his dick went deep and my ass swallowed it. My hands were carefully placed on his stomach for support and I looked him straight in the eye because I wanted to establish a connection with him, I always do this when I’m having sex, I don’t think it’s just about getting off, it’s about making the other person feel something. His face said everything I needed to know, I was about to give him a toe-curling orgasm, I needed to get his load. The smashing sound of my ass colliding with his thighs was the inevitable sign of us getting closer to climax. I kept going until I noticed how his eyes rolled and he screamed ‘‘oh, fuck… man’’ and felt how his load went in. Yes, he bred my ass and I responded in kind, I came and bathed him with my huge load. I kissed him and went to the shower again as it was getting dark. We showered together and he told me how he had been wanting to fuck me since we first met and I told him I felt the same way about him. He told me he had noticed how sad I was, or least, looked during the past month and of course, we ended up talking about my past relationship. He was an amazing listener, which is something I had been looking for after I broke up with my ex. I didn’t want to get attached to him so we both cleared the air about what we wanted, hot, steamy sex. We agreed on being fuck-buddies and fooling around every now and then. He got dressed and we left. He texted me later to ask me if I would fuck him next time… and well, I did. But wait for the next story, it wasn’t just about the two of us anymore 😉