Tyson and Mark turned the corner of the gym and Tyson gave Mark a crushing squeeze round the shoulders before letting go of the nervous jock, while wolf whistling and then crying, “Whoa, look at those chicks, dude.”
A few yards away were two girls chatting and giggling. One of them was Mark’s girlfriend, Kayla. Tyson sauntered over to them, with the grace of a panther and the cockiness of a jock, with a smile to make an undertaker look happy. Mark saw him interrupt the girls in their talk, and them begin to giggle when Tyson spoke. They used to mock Simon when they saw him, and Simon used to feel useless when he saw them and try to slink by unnoticed, but Tyson was totally confident.
Mark saw him joking with the girls, and using his hands to make a point, and the girls giggling a bit less hysterically and unable to take their eyes off him. The sun reflected off his flawless, muscular ebony skin, and his eyes were alive, bright and irresistible. After a while, Tyson put one arm round Kayla and walked away with her, with one strong hand and its long fingers on the buttock opposite him
As they passed Mark, Kayla hissed at him “Loser.” Tyson relaxedly lead her to a dark private room attached to the gym, with an old sofa in the corner. She expected him to enter her pronto after they found this ideal place, but to her amazement he began to caress her. This was clearly not due to any lack of sexual energy on his part, as she could clearly feel an exceptionally large member pressing against her crotch and he was clearly totally passionate. Indeed he was so passionate, he obviously felt no need whatever to reach a climax as soon as possible, confident that he would not fail to satisfy her totally.
She felt his wide lips touch hers...