Jason nearly exited the gym with his friend before stopping David, “Do you mind waiting for me outside for a moment? I'll be right there.”
Detouring to the locker rooms, Jason did not notice the massive frame following him. He looked at himself in the washroom area's mirror, using the tap water to quickly wash his face and style his hair.
“What happened to wittle Davie, uh, small boy?” the floor shook under John's arrogant voice. Jason turned around in shock, his gaze meeting John's. The massive superior man was sitting on a bench by the lockers. He brought his knees closer together a few times, straining his already tight shorts taut as his monstrous dick and balls were squeezed forward repeatedly. “White shortie thinks he's loyal, uh,” John leered, licking his lips. His bulge throbbed against the fabric, a wet spot forming against it. Jason looked the colossal man up and down, “David's- uh... waiting for me outsi-” he let out, his own bulge hardening. John winked, interrupting, “or at least, the weak ass bitch thinks he is, right?” Was that John's way of coming onto him?
Jason stepped towards the bigger man, a shy grin on his face. “Yeaahhhhh, nah,” he trailed, showing his teeth to the behemoth. “Gotcha. Shirt off,” John ordered, pushing his hardening monster bulge forward. Jason took his shirt off swiftly. This was his dream world, if he had a chance with one of his creations, who was he to refuse it himself? “You're nicely built, for a white bitch,” John teased, “with a big little cock from what I can see.” Jason blushed, both hands darting to hide his stiffening bulge, “th- thanks.... John.”
John licked his lips as he pushed his hamstring quads together, his girthy shaft slowly escaping the confines of his short's leg. “Oh no,” he mocked, “my massive wang is going to leak all over the floor. ” Jason looked at the scene, transfixed on John's cockhead. His feet moved forward automatically. “Don't you want to help me out, little Jason?” John sarcastically asked. The closer Jason got to John, the more his cock throbbed, the less his brain thought. Things were getting blurry, breathing in John's smell as he approached him. “I... I think I can help,” Jason slowly let out. One foot in front of the other, he stepped forward. Closer to John.
“Kneel, boy,” echoed through the room.
The sentence had barely left John's mouth before Jason was rubbing his face against the leaking cock. He was slobbering all over it, making out passionately with John's foreskin and piss slit. “Wow, you're an eager one aren't you?” John laughed, “glad to know you weren't peeking for nothing.” Soon after, Jason felt a large hand go through his hair, massaging his scalp. This only made him slobber on John's cockhead more passionately. He heard John grunt, “fuck, now that's a keeper.”
Just as Jason moved his hand into his own shorts to jerk off, John pulled Jason's head off his cock. “We're going to my place, what do you say?” John asked, grinning. Jason looked up, nodding with a dim smile across his moist face. Both men stood up, Jason dressing back up while John looked down at his latest catch. He knew how guys like Jason were around him, trying to look sly when checking him out. Easy preys.
Jason and John started walking towards the gym's exit side by side, John's hand against the small of Jason's back. As they went through the doors, John spotted David from the corner of his eyes. He moved his hand down the back of Jason's shorts, a finger burying itself between the smaller man's ass-cheeks. David turned around, as he had done for the last 15 minutes every time he heard the doors open. John pushed his finger inside Jason's ass, a moan escaping him. Jason, afraid of losing balance from the sensation clung tightly to John's waist as they kept walking. “Fu-uck, now that's foreplay,” he purred. John looked down at his new cumdump, “yeah babe, you'll love what's coming next.” As they both walked towards John's car, they did not notice David's expression, neither of them paying attention to it, focusing on each other instead.