JUG-116 Ball Busting Boss

I shook my head, watching the handsome redhead switch hands to pump up his other bicep. “I was on the gymnastic squad in high school, but I never got into body building or anything like that. I did what was required and no more.”

“You look like you’re in good shape. How old are you?”

“Nineteen.”

“That’s why you’ve still got your stuff together. When you get to be twenty-one pushing twenty-two like me, you have to start guarding your muscle tone. Just a dozen or so curls a day will do it along with a few push-ups and leg-bends. Enough to keep the edge on. You want to see what I do?”

“Sure,” I said with a smile. Something about the redhead’s sweat-glossed body was mesmerizing me, but I wasn’t prepared for what he did next.

Still clutching the barbell, Mark used his free hand to shove his sweat pants the rest of the way off. He kicked his sweats to one side, doubled over backwards on the mat, got into a one-handed backbend and started doing his arm-presses again. He was totally bareassed with his groin aiming at the ceiling and his weight distributed on his feet and his arm. This stranger I had met only a few minutes ago didn’t even have a jockstrap on, but evidently being naked in front of me didn’t bother him. There he was on the other side of the coffee table, doubled over like an acrobat with his exposed genitals aimed at me.

His uncut dick was long and rubbery, more hard than soft but not on the bone yet. The pinkish head was mostly concealed inside his foreskin with just the piss slit peeking out. His low-hanging testicles jiggled freely between his freckled thighs providing me every now and then with glimpses of his puckered asshole. A jungle of wiry red pubes thatched his crotch and balls.