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Tick… tick… tick…

Two more hours before my boring night would end and my boring weekend could begin. I slouched in my chair while I watched the seconds tick by, my last two clients of the night having flaked on me again. I'm fucking charging them this time. Ghosting without so much as a text or one sentence email is bullshit. My time is valuable and I was tired of having it wasted by people who weren't serious about their physical health.

It had been slow all day, even for a Friday. The gym had been practically empty from noon onward. Not that I could blame anyone, what with it being Summer and all. Most people want to exercise outdoors and enjoy the fresh air and sunshine, and not cage themselves in a stuffy and dimly lit cave. I had told the owners time and time again they needed to improve the lighting and air flow in the place. Fuck, maybe even install a window or two to brighten things up a bit. But they'd just brushed me off by saying it wasn't worth the cost. Wouldn't bring in enough new members to warrant it. Yeah, right, because nothing screams “come workout here!" more than an old, dark and dank gym full of thirty year old equipment. I rolled my eyes at the thought, the clock then reading 8:02.

Meaningless thoughts continued to slip between my ears until my mind went numb, the seconds ticking by at an ever decelerating pace. So much so, I hardly noticed the front door had opened. And when I finally looked up, I had to do a double take.

A giant had filled the entryway, his footsteps reverberating off the walls and making the floor creak. Black and white skin filled my vision in stark contrast as an enormous body ducked its smooth head under the doorway. He was easily over seven and a half feet tall and built like a fucking mountain, his shoulders broader than the entrance he'd just squeezed through. Huge, bulging, mouth watering muscles covered his enormous frame from neck to toe and back again, flexing and rippling with his every step. His barrel chest mercilessly stretched a t-shirt to its breaking point while his arms dilated the sleeves with slabs of swollen and defined mass. A tight and tapered midsection undoubtedly hid beneath the strained cotton and his jean clad Herculean thighs appeared ready to support a tow truck.

He approached the desk and I could see he was already sweating, his army green t-shirt discoloured under his thick neck. And as the door closed behind him, the outdoor breeze carried his smell with it until it hit me like a ton of bricks: a thick and masculine musk that invaded my nose and made my balls tighten. He greeted me with a wide grin on his face.

"Hey there, son!" he said in a booming voice as deep as the seas his ancestors called home. "Y'all gonna be open for another hour or two?"

I had to pick my jaw up off the floor before I could respond. I had never seen an Orca whale before. Or any whale at all. Or anyone so fucking huge.

"Y—yes!" I finally answered, trying to mask my excitement while I gave him a thorough one over. Gods was he ever big.

"Great! I was hoping ya'll could help me out." I tried my best not to stare at his monstrously sized pecs through his sweaty t-shirt. Or at his huge nipples poking through the stretched cotton. Or take too deep a whiff of his heavy musk which assaulted my nostrils like brushfire smoke. Tried to.

“Wh-what can I do for you, sir?" I asked him, having to look way up to meet his piercing brown eyes.

“Name's Logan," he announced. “I uh, just moved here 'bout a week back and have been trying to find a gym with some old school equipment and heavier weights. Too many health clubs and wellness centres out there these days, you know? I'm a little more of an old fashioned iron foundry kind of guy. Can ya' tell me if this is my kinda' place?" His deep voice was matched to a southern accent. It was unbelievably hot.

I rose from my chair and stood up straight, my sight rising to eye level with the bottom of his enormous chest. Out of respect of course. Not out of any submissive intimidation or anything. Nuh uh. Nothing like that.

“You've come to the right place, sir!" I reported. “We have dumbbells from five to one-hundred-and-fifty pounds, thick bars that can handle up to eight hundred pound loads and all of our machines are at least twenty years old!" It was the first time I had ever said that with any kind of pride behind it.

“No kiddin'!" Logan shouted, his demeanour immediately illuminated.“Well how about that. Sounds like my search is over!"

I couldn't take my eyes off of him even if I wanted to; his body filled my entire field of view. “Yeah! It's uh, not trendy one bit. The owners try to stick to the basics: big weight builds big bodies, am I right?"

“Ain't that the truth," he smiled, his wide mouth spreading almost from eye to eye. “I'll pay drop in for the night." He raised one of his fire-hydrant thick arms and placed it on the counter, his palm completely covering his wallet.

“Oh, don't worry about it, sir." I shook my head. “You said you're new in town? We don't get a lot of whales 'round here. Your first visit's on me!" I extended my hand across the counter to shake his giant mitt. “If you like the place, you can catch me back next time."

"That's mighty kind of ya, son." His hand swallowed mine before giving it a firm shake, "Thank you! I really appreciate it!" Firm but gentle, as if he were focused on trying not to rip my arm out of its socket. “I won't take advantage, promise. Just this one time; a few sets and I'll be out of your hair. Thanks a million."

"It's my pleasure, sir! Anything I can get you, or… Can I give you a tour of the place first?"

His smiled fondly at me. “That's alright. I don't wanna' put you out any more than I already have. I'm good from here." He slipped his wallet into his back pocket and lifted his gym bag. “What's your name, son?"

“Andrew, sir."

His eyes brightened. “Andrew huh? Cute name for a cute boy. See ya in there, Andrew!" And then he smirked at me and I felt my face turn sixty shades of red. I swore I heard him laugh under his breath while he turned to make his way into the gym, having left me stunned behind the counter. My dick was the first part of me to move.

“Oh my fuck…!" I breathed to myself, watching while the enormous Orca moved across the gym floor like a freight train, his huge muscles bouncing and flexing as he walked, his sweat-stained t-shirt clinging to his spine around his dorsal fin. I thought that's what it's called, anyway.

He had to be in his early forties at least, judging on how he talked and how fucking huge he was. I've had a thing for older men for as long as I could remember, especially the huge and bulky wrestler or bodybuilder types. It's sort of the reason why I worked in such a run down gym. One of them, anyway. Older gyms seemed to attract older muscle men, to me at least. And, sure, we had our larger regulars: bodybuilding enthusiasts, ex-football players, jacked EMS workers, oil rig guys and guys who thought a combination of needles, pills and iron would solve all of their problems. But not a single one of them were anywhere near as massive and defined as the Orca who'd walked in that night.

But then again, every gym has one, right? That one guy who just walks in and exudes confidence. That one guy whom everyone else can't stop staring at while he moves more weight than anyone around him. That one guy who everyone wants to talk to: learn his secrets, follow his advice and be seen next to him. That one guy who is just… just so… So big! And strong! And impressive! And his muscles are so beautiful… And huge… And…

And he called me cute!

I was shaking my head in disbelief by the time he'd walked out of my my sight. I didn't even bother to log his entry when I'd finally sat back down, still blown away by the sheer size of him. I had heard that whales were big, but having never met one in real life, I was left to learn from the internet. And as with practically everything these days, it was a piss poor teacher.

Minutes passed, marked by the hastened cadence of my nervously tapping toes. I tried sitting on my hands. I tried organizing the desk. Something; anything to take my mind off of the hulking Orca daddy pumping his massive, powerful, beautiful, sexy, sweaty, musky muscles mere feet away from me.

Yeah, like I was just going to sit there and miss out on an opportunity of a lifetime. I gave it ten more agonizing minutes before I was on my feet and making my way onto the gym floor.

Even under the crappy lighting of the free weight area, I could pick him out with ease. Then again, it's kind of hard to miss a giant Orca bodybuilder in the middle of a deserted gym. He had stripped his green tee in favour of a white stringer, exposing even more of his gorgeous, sweaty muscles to my hungry eyes. His broad shoulders and continental back captivated my attention while he hefted what looked like eighty pound dumbbells from the racks with ease. The manly grunt that escaped him forced another inch between my legs.

I watched from fifteen paces away while he moved over to an adjustable incline bench and laid down. The sight of his massive bulk on the bench was truly something to behold; his body dwarfed the bench like it had been designed for children. His thighs, each nearly the thickness of my waist, reminded me of grain elevators while he laid back and planted his feet on the floor, his calves flexed and bulging with the effort. Even at a distance, I could see the heads of his quads straining against his lifting shorts and threatening to tear them at the seams. And when he hefted the weights over his chest, I bit my cheek in anticipation.

He let out another grunt and pushed the dumbbells up, his enormous muscles beautifully flexing and contracting while I counted his reps. His pecs swelled with his breath, stretching wide and squeezing together hard as he pressed the weight to the ceiling. His white stringer, already wet, clung to his torso and fought to contain his mighty chest and back. He let out a series of grunts as he pumped the dumbbells up and down, up and down, up and down in a textbook 1-3 tempo. His veins started to visibly protrude from under his skin, and with every passing rep, a new wave of Logan's musk wafted in my direction, his armpits harbouring a thick and musky scent that helped pitch a tent in my shorts.

My heart started to pound as he worked his chest, the blood rushing to my ears. I was practically drooling while I watched him press those dumbbells up and down with remarkable ease: his chest, shoulders and arms moving in unison and rippling with each rep. He let out a louder grunt with his final rep, and I was sure my dick was about to poke out from under my waistband. And with a sharp exhale, Logan stood and re-racked his weights with an echoing clang and a contented sigh.

I couldn't help myself, having long abandoned my post at the front desk to join him.

“Are you making out alright, sir?"I asked, a heavily turned-on and slightly embarrassed smile spread across my face.

The enormous Orca turned and smiled back, his breathing heavier from his exertion.

“Mighty fine, thank you." he replied, the strain in his voice subdued as he lifted a heavier set of dumbbells and walked back to his bench. “Glad to see you weren't fibbin' 'bout the heavy weights." He took a big swig from his gallon-sized water bottle and regarded me for a second. I squirmed in my shoes. “Come to think of it, I'm making out much better now that you're here. Want to work in with me, son? I'm sure we could get a good sweat going between us. Whaddya' say?"

I immediately felt the burn returning to my cheeks.

“Oh? …Oh! Oh, no… I… I mean yes! Absolutely! …I mean… I uh… I absolutely would…" My feet nervously shuffled below me, “but can't really leave the front desk." It was a lame excuse and I knew it. Only it was the best I could come up with on the spot, what with the way he was looking at me. I was seconds away from embarrassing myself further and getting fired in the same minute.

“Aww, come on now," he pressed, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his huge hand. “There ain't no one else here who can cover for you?"

“I - I mean… Normally, yeah… Uhh…" I started, the butterflies in my stomach growing more restless by the second. “Normally there are two of us here 'till closing on Fridays, but the other guy took off at five-thirty. Said he had a date or something, I wasn't really listening."

“Oh yeah?" the big whale answered, having momentarily forgotten his weights at his feet. “So he takes off early and leaves you all alone on a Friday night?"

My eyes widened at the innuendo. “Well, I mean… Normally I would be training my clients, but with just me here, the owners want someone at the desk at all times. My clients no-showed on me, so he took off and I'm on door duty until lights out."

The Orca's smile turned mischievous. “Ahh… Standing watch in case any trouble makers try and let themselves in for free, huh?"

My smile did the same. “Y-Yeah, something like that."

“Or maybe to watch out for fellas comin' in here who look like me?" he added with that sly and sexy smirk of his which brought the heat back to my face.

“L-loo… Look… Like y-you? I don't follow."

En cue, Logan lifted one of his massive and magnificent arms and squeezed out a monstrously huge biceps flex. My eyes and my dick jumped to attention.

“Big guys. Tough guys. You know, guys who work with their hands all day and shower before bed."

“W-Well…" I know I stared for too long. Something told me he wanted me to. “Uhm… Kinda'… Kind of… C-Comes with the territory, doesn't it?" I could barely speak, completely captivated by the enormous muscles flexing right before my eyes. He pumped his magnificent arm again, and his melon-sized biceps grew until they looked ready to burst out from under his sweaty skin. I could see the veins atop the peak practically throb with his heartbeat. And I didn't stop staring until he released his flex and put his arm down, his heavy musk left to linger between us.

“Yeah, suppose you're right," he chuckled. “Still, can't be great being left all alone in a place like this. I know how much of a handful a big ol' workin' man can be, present company included."

His flirting was working on me big time, but the odd choice of words suddenly awakened an awful memory which shattered my lustful daze.

“Big ol' working man, huh? Feh…You sound like my father." It came out a lot more bitter than I'd intended, and he'd immediately noticed.

“How's that, son?"

His smirk had disappeared. I regarded him through half lidded eyes. “I know what a big ol' working man is supposed to look like. I… uh, I grew up on a farm a ways outside Grafton."

He laid his hands in his lap. “A farm boy, huh?"

“Yes sir," I laughed bitterly again. “Don't look it, do I?"

“Can't say that would've been my first guess, no."

The bitterness continued, powered by a blind hatred that was never too far away. “Hah. That's what my father used to say to me, too. All skin and bones and incapable of putting in a hard day's work."

And then it roared.

_Eat up, boy! You're all skin and bones! How the fuck are you supposed to put in a full days work if you don't eat? You some kind of fag or somethin'? Don't wanna eat so you can look like girl? Am I gonna' find you in one of your sister's dresses some day? You ain't never gonna grow up to be a big ol' workin' man like your brothers and me, ya little faggot! _

The sound of his voice in my head brought up a plethora of shit memories which immediately killed my mood. “I'm… Fuck, I'm sorry, sir. I-I don't know where that came from." It was a lie, but he didn't need to know that. I had already done enough to kill whatever vibe there was between us. “You… You didn't need to hear that." Me and my big fucking mouth. To a complete stranger, no less; let alone an enormous and smoking hot bodybuilder who looked capable of eating me for breakfast and asking for seconds.

“No need to apologize for anything, Andrew." The sound of my name on his voice helped coax me out from underneath my past. “Sounds to me like you're holding on to something heavier than all the weight in this here place put together. You can let it out in you need to. Been told I'm a good listener."

The concern in his voice fell on my deaf ears while I continued to embarrass myself. “Of course, if he spent less time drinking and more time farming, he might have made something of himself. Asshole…"

My sight found the floor, fixing on the ninety pound dumbbells at the Orca's feet.

“Anyway… I'm sorry, sir. I should let you get back to your wor—"

His huge hand suddenly eclipsed my shoulder with a gentle squeeze. “I'm sorry to hear that, son. Truly." I looked up and his eyes found mine. Genuine care was looking down at me. “Booze can be a real evil bitch for some. She'll take control of ya, ruin your life, take everything you have and everyone you love, and then she'll put you in the ground when she's finally grown tired of ya'." His gargantuan fingers squeezed again before his warmth left me. “At least, that's what one of my guys used to say sometimes when we were on site."

“Oh," I paused, finding comfort in his warm gaze and touch. “Are you a roughneck, then?"

“Hah," he laughed, loud and deep enough to be echo across the gym. “Naw. Not an oil man," he answered with a head shake, what with how much he could move his head.

“Oh no? I could have sworn… May I ask what brought you here, then?"

“Work." He answered flatly. “Probably like most guys these days, I reckon."

He wasn't wrong. The only town in the state that most people could name was thanks to that movie about a guy who ended up in a wood chipper. And it was three hours east of here.

“True enough." At least the change of subject was helping. “May I ask where you're from? Mind me saying, you don't exactly sound like you're from the Midwest."

His smile returned.

“Don't mind at all, son. Moved up here from Baton Rouge."

Now that was a surprise.

“Louisiana?" My eyebrows raised. “What the heck are you doing in Bismarck?"

His smile widened. “Well, I happen to own a small construction company. I'm more of a glorified general contractor, really." The bench groaned under his weight as turned to face me. Even when seated, he was still taller than me, my eyes having to look up to meet his.“I'm gonna' be up here for the next few years building a couple of brand spankin' new neighbourhoods for all the roughnecks and their families to live in."

My brow furrowed. “New neighbourhoods?" It had sounded so familiar. A pictured billboard flashed through my mind; one I had seen more than once on the interstate.

“Wait," I said, crossing my arms for some reason. “You mean to tell me you… You own Knight Light Homes?"

“Sure do! Logan Knighthart, at your service, Andrew! Pleased to mee'cha!" he said with a beaming smile.

“Oh wow!" I shouted, my hands quickly covering my mouth. “I mean, aren't you building Bison Heights? That fancy new development on the edge of town? That place is going to be a huge! There's no way your company's small to be building an entire neighbourhood! That's crazy! I've-I've never met a big business owner before!"

“Heh, well thank you kindly, son. It's a pleasure to meet you too!" He reached out to shake my hand again, only this time, he was positively glowing, and not just from his sweat. “I'll be the first to admit I didn't ever see myself moving this far north, but the opportunity was too good to refuse. I'll have to get used to the snow, of course. But the summer heat ain't half bad."

The grip on my hand suddenly tightened. “And uh, to tell it true, I had nothing tying me to life in Louisiana 'sides business…" His eyes gazed deeper into mine as he said it, breathing life back into the butterflies in my stomach and making me forget all about my shit stain excuse for a father. They remained in flight even after he'd let go. “So one morning I just said to Hell with it, climbed in my truck and started out on this adventure. Left the best guy I could think of in charge of our Baton Rouge office and drove up here."

His piercing eyes and wide mouth mesmerized me as he spoke, so much that it took a few moments for me to process everything he'd said: business owner; contractor; no ties to life in Louisiana. It took a few more before I remembered how to speak.

“So… You just… Packed up and drove across the country. Just like that?"

“Just like that, son. Sometimes in life, you gotta' take a chance and go for it." And then his smirk returned. That hot, manly smirk that had left me glued to the floor behind the front desk. “And seeing is you're the first guy I've met since moving here… I'd say things are going real well so far."

And then he winked at me while reaching for the dumbbells at his feet. My face burned.

“You sure I can't convince you to work in with me, cutie?"

The last vestiges of my awful upbringing slinked back into its decrepit cave within my memory before a smile crept across my face. I looked over my shoulder, my eyes darting to the front door. I caught sight of the far clock: it was less than ninety minutes to closing, and the place was fucking empty. If someone came in, they knew to swipe their access card. They didn't need me to remind them to rack their weights or when closing time was. They didn't need shit.

“You know what, sir?" I said, my nerves having been wrestled into submission by the overwhelming might of my attraction to the massive whale sitting next to me. “Fuck it." And I turned to face his big and beautiful smile. “Hell yeah I'll work in with you!"

“Atta' boy! That's the spirit!" And with that, Logan hoisted the dumbbells up and laid back on the incline bench. “I'm doing a legs, pull and push program right now. It's a push night tonight for me. That alright with you?"

“Yes sir, it is!" I beamed. “Let me go get out of this polo shirt and I'll be right back."

“Take your time, son! I'll pump out this set and grab you a few weights. Thirties sound good for an incline bench warm up?"

“Sounds great, sir!" I shot over my shoulder as I practically bounded for the staff room. I was back at his side in under a minute, changed and ready to work out with this hulking Orca hunk.

He led me through his workout and it was easy to see how he'd gotten so enormous. Two shoulder exercises, two triceps exercises and three chest exercises; two, three or four heavy sets in the eight to twelve rep range with ample rest in between. Not to much volume and not too little either, with Logan doing four sets to my three or three to my two. Bigger, more experienced muscles can be pushed harder than smaller, less experienced ones, and sometimes they just beg for a challenge. He was a graduate of Muscular Hypertrophy University, same as I, only his training tips and technique could've given my entire college education a run for it's exorbitant amount of money.

We made small talk between spotting and encouraging each other through our sets. I bored him to tears with stories of growing up on a farm and attending UND for sports medicine and kinesiology, having surrendered the agricultural life to my brothers in the hopes of landing a job on a football team's training staff someday. And in return, I hung onto his every word while he talked about life on the Mississippi and how his love of carpentry and construction had bled into a love of bodybuilding in his early twenties. He was a genuine southern gentleman, insisting I took the first set with every exercise and regularly sprayed and wiped his sweat off of the pads between sets, even when I really, really didn't want him to.

The more we talked, the more I became captivated by his larger than life presence. His deep voice, boisterous laugh and drop dead sexy accent had me swooning in no time. The more we spotted each other, the more I realized how much closer we began to stand next to one another, his natural body heat comfortably warming my skin. And the more he lifted, the sweatier, muskier and more pumped up he became, teasing my senses and amplifying my attraction to him. Best of all, his flirting never stopped.

“Alright," he said before taking another huge gulp from his gallon-sized water bottle which he'd already refilled. “Let's finish up where we started with a fifteen degree dumbbell fly. Three sets of ten to twelve with even count partial reps. I'll make sure you don't go too deep into the stretch, and make sure ya' squeeze your pecs together as hard as you can without locking out your arms. Sound good?" His heaving chest was mere inches from my nose as he spoke. He smelled heavenly.

“Sounds good, sir!" I breathed, the thought of being face up and inches away from his crotch immediately proving irresistible. He brought over a set of twenty-fives for me while I moved into position. I pressed them up and over my chest while Logan moved to the head of the bench. And before I could say a word, my vision was invaded by monstrous Orca pecs.

“Now remember, son, nice three count on the way down, and every second rep is a lower three quarter partial, got it?"

“Sir, yes sir!" I barked, steeling my eyes to the ceiling and focusing on the stretch as I sunk into my first rep. When my elbows dipped just below my shoulders, they tapped his warm hands before I squeezed my pecs together and brought the weights back up with a strong exhale.

“Great job, Andrew! Give me eleven more just like that!"

I couldn't stop the smile from creeping across my face, even if I'd wanted to. His boisterous praise filled me with a sense of confidence and positivity I had seldom known in my life. His relentless encouragement powered my muscles to execute each rep with strict control. And the sight of his gigantic chest dominating my field of view was just the proverbial icing on the most delicious cake I'd ever seen. I hit twelve reps in no time.

“Atta' boy!" He boomed before clapping a huge hand onto my shoulder. “Can't wait to see you do that again."

“Haahh, heheh, thank you, sir…" I panted while sitting up, with Logan having already moved to take the weights from my hands. When he turned to rack them, I felt my dick tenting my shorts like no other, and I made short work of tucking it into my waistband before he turned back.

“Say, would you mind helping an old guy out and rolling those hundreds over here for me?"

I blinked and regarded him for a moment. “H-Hundreds? On a chest fly?"

His grin widened enough to catch sight of a few teeth. “Aww come on now. It's a bit late to be be scared of a little weight, ain't it?" He looked down at me with a glint in his eye. I swallowed hard.

“Little…? It's not… Not that at all! It's just…" My sight bounced back and forth between his mountainous shoulders, taking time to linger on the erogenous curves where his pecs and biceps met. “I mean, hundreds? You could easily injure a shoulder with that kind of weight. And… And you're too… Too…"

“Too what? Old?"

“Wide!" I puffed. “Your shoulders are so wide, I don't think I can reach both of your elbows at the same time. And even if I could, what good would I be with hundreds in your hands?"

His chuckle sounded deeper than a rockslide.

“I appreciate your looking out for me, son. Really, I do." And then he knuckled his fists into his hips and flexed his gargantuan chest, the sight of which had me pre-ing under my shirt. “Thing is, I may not look it, but I'm a real big hugger."

My eyelids tried to touch the floor and the ceiling at the same time.

“Most guys just stick with the handshake, but not me. If I like someone, they get a big ol' hug from this Orca." He then brought his enormous arms up and swung them in front of his chest a few times in a ballistic stretch. “And, call me old fashioned, but I believe a big hug needs to be a strong hug, so if I'm gonna' hug someone right, I gotta' be strong myself. So I go real heavy on chest flys." And when he finally stopped swinging his arms in front of his chest, I knew I had a new stain on my shirt. “Now, I understand how dangerous they can be. Lord knows there's a million videos on the 'net telling people to stop doing 'em. But for me, no pec-dec machine in the world can give me as good of a stretch as dumbbell flys. That, and I've always found the travel path when using cables to feel a little unnatural, you know? So how's about this: if you can't reach my elbows, put your hands under my triceps. Let me press them down a bit so I find the stretch on my first few reps, and then leave 'em there. That sound good to you?"

I was too horny to think. And when I'd finally found my voice again, “Sir, yes sir!" came tumbling out of my mouth before I practically bounded to the far corner of the expansive dumbbell racks.

“Heh, at ease, son!" He called out behind me. “I ain't no drill serge."

I found the hundreds sitting under a layer of dust and lifted each individually from the rack. Careful to protect my lower back, I rolled them over to the bench.

“Why thank you kindly, Andrew. You're an awesome workout partner, you know that?"

I blushed again at his compliment and watched in awe as he easily hoisted the hundreds into his lap. Why he needed me to get them for him was anyone's guess. And with a thick grunt, he kicked each one into position and laid back, his huge muscles flexing hard under his sweat-soaked stringer.

“You're welcome, sir," I said in a near whisper, in awe of the Orca's might. I took my position at the head of the bench, barely needing to bend forward to get my hands under his whale-belly triceps. “You got this, big man…" And that I did whisper, another wave of arousal crashing over me, my body quivering under the force of my growing need.

“Damn right I do…" he growled back before pushing the enormous dumbbells above his chest and squeezing his shoulder blades together. A loud inhale followed as he lowered the weights out to his sides, his enormous triceps slowly pressing against my hands and pushing them down some before coming to a halt.

“Unngh!" Came a thick grunt while his pecs contracted hard, the weights quickly rising to the ceiling in a wide arc as if he were tracing the interior walls of a sphere. His arms straightened slightly at the top, finding the squeeze in his chest and ensuring his shoulders didn't take over the load. And with another breath, the weights slowly fell down and outward until his triceps met my hands again. Another grunt and the weights were pressed to the ceiling.

I felt his triceps swelling further than they already were, his pause at the bottom giving me ample time to revel in the sensation of touching a whale for the first time. His skin was surprisingly smooth, slick and pliant, the intriguing sensation pulling my attention away from wishing my face was trapped between his monstrous pecs. Each rep was accentuated by a deep grunt, which didn't help quell my arousal one bit. I stood and watched in awe while this giant completed twelve reps with hundred pound dumbbells as I would have with thirties. And with another deep grunt, he lowered the weights to his chest, brought his legs up and controlled their descent while he sat up. He gave me a wide smile as I helped him bring the weights to the floor.

"That feel good, sir?" I asked.

"Sure did, son! And thank you kindly for the spot." I had pretty much given up trying to hide what he was doing to me by then. He was just too much for my young body and mind to handle. “Now if you would please be so kind as to roll those one-twenties my way?"

I didn't even think; I was too turned on by watching this hulking Orca pump iron like no one I'd ever seen. I just scrambled back into action, pulling a pair of one hundred and twenty pound dumbbells off the rack one at a time before rolling them back to him. He nodded his appreciation and took a huge swig from his water bottle."Gotta keep hydrated, son. Especially on the job site." I felt jealousy for the bottle while I watched him swallow.

Taking a seat on the bench for my second set, Logan smiled down at me while he handed me a pair of thirty-fives. I questioned the numbers on the weights, but then looked at his big beautiful and confident face. “You got this, son."

“Damn right I do…" I exhaled while I leaned back and pressed the heavier weights to the ceiling. The Orca's tectonic pecs returned to dominate my vision, and I sucked in a deep whiff of him as I controlled the weights down. I felt the heat of his hands awaiting my elbows and paused, letting my chest stretch out while I basked in the comfort of his touch. I swear he even squeezed my arms in encouragement.

“Let's see it, Andrew!"

“Urgh!" The weights came back up under the best precision I could manage, the shock of the heavier weight immediately making itself known. I pulled in another breath of warm musky Orca and lowered the weights down and out, pausing to revel in his touch again before squeezing the dumbbells three quarters of the way up. And after repeating the same steps ten more times, my chest had had enough.

“Alright, alright," I heard above my laboured breathing. “Let me get those from you." And again he was directly in front of me with his hands out, quick to take the dumbbells away. “Now that's how it's done! Way to push through that set!"

“Huff—Huff—Ff—Fuck… Huff — Th—Thank you…"

He handed me my water and I chugged down a few mouthfuls.

“One more set and you're all done for the night, so take a breather."

I pulled myself off of the bench to sit on another, doing as I was told. Logan regarded me for a moment before bending over and grasping the handles of the hundred-twenties at his feet. And with what looked like minimal effort, he deadlifted the weights to his enormous thighs and sat down before I had a chance to spray my sweat off the pads. And with another thick and cock-throbbing grunt, he hoisted the huge weights up and over his chest. Taking a deep breath, he lowered them in a slow and controlled fashion, paused at the bottom, and grunted before squeezing them back up, albeit with what looked like greater difficulty than before. I scrambled back into my spotter's position behind him and quickly found the correct depth for my hands, his enormous triceps pressing lightly to my palms before his arms squeezed up and in. Breathe, stretch, pause, grunt, squeeze, repeat: it was the erotic tune of the Orca's beautiful body hard at work. And when he finished his twelfth rep, I was shaking as much as his pecs were.

"Mmghh! There… We… Go!" he groaned and panted as he finished his last rep and brought the weights down to the floor before wiping more sweat from his brow with a thick forearm. "Damn if this place ain't just right!" He chuckled to himself.

“I'm glad you like it," I replied, having moved to the whale's right side. “Want me to get you the one-twenty-fives?"

Logan found his towel and wiped more sweat from his face before grinning back down at me. “I appreciate your offer, son, but this ol' Orca's strong enough to get the real big ones himself. You need to save your energy for your last set."

And with that, he deadlifted the one-twenties back up and walked them over to their home on the rack.

“Who said you were old?" I called out, lifting an eyebrow while I watched him carry two hundred and forty pounds like he'd done it hundreds of times before. I received another rumbling chuckle in response.

“Don't mind me saying, but I'm pretty sure I'm old enough to have raised you."

“Bull." I shot back. “You may be the first whale I've ever met, but I wouldn't put you a day over thirty five." Another lie, but that wasn't the point.

“Hah! A man after my own heart! Thirty five, he says!" My half-truth seemed to have put a spring in his step as he wrapped his mammoth hands around the one-thirties and walked back to the bench.

“Well… Am I close?" I asked with genuine curiosity.

“Mind me asking how old you are, son?" He asked back. I looked up to meet his gaze. His eyes were practically glowing.

“Twenty three," I answered truthfully.

His smile widened. “Heh. Well, you were close enough! I just turned forty two in July."

“Seriously?" I asked with a bit of incredulity.

“Yep!" He hip-hinged right in front of me and deadlifted the massive dumbbells down. “I may not be double your age quite yet, but I'm definitely old enough to be your daddy." And then he smirked at me again and I melted on the spot. “It's your set, son. When you're ready." His massive dumbbells thudded against the floor. “Last one, so let's make it count!"

He didn't give me a chance to respond; he merely stood there with that sexy smirk on his face while holding the thirty-fives out for me. I smiled up into his kind eyes and shifted myself onto the bench, my skin immediately registering the sweat left behind by my hulking lifting partner. Logan padded behind me while I kicked the weights up and laid back on the bench, squeezing my shoulder blades together and planting my feet. And when his gigantic pectorals returned to dominate my field of view, bright white flashed in my eyes.

“Give me twelve real good ones, ya' hear?" I thought he'd said. But I couldn't hear anything; couldn't focus on anything beyond the sweating and enormously pumped up pectoral muscles hovering inches from my face. He had ditched his stringer. “Come on now, let me see it!"

I practically moaned while the weights came down, feeling my muscles stretch and protest while I found myself fixated on his thick and juicy looking nipples. Black as night, they stood tall in stark contrast with the surrounding skin, encircled by thick areolae and no doubt enjoying the fresh air after having been trapped under his hot and musky top. Two reps passed, then three: I was fully hard like his nipples were, and Logan's enormous presence above me was only making me harder. His sweat dripped down onto my chest, and the heat and touch of his hands were giving me a taste of a fantasy come to life. I pulled in another breath of hot Orca muscle stink and moaned aloud while I completed my tenth rep. I was so distracted by my balls threatening to burst that I blew past my twelfth and completed three more.

“That's it! That's it! All done!" I felt heat wrap around my wrists before Logan's big hands guided the weights down to my thighs. And when I sat up, his massive chest brushed against my back. “Way to finish up with a bonus at the end there! Great job, Andrew!"

He took the weights from my hands and racked them for me, leaving me exhausted and ridiculously horny. I pulled my t-shirt over my waist band in a vain attempt to hide my aching erection, but it was too little, too late. I slowly stood up and moved to the other bench while Logan returned, watching his immaculate physique flex and ripple with each step. I wasn't sure if I was drooling or not.

His chest was an absolutely massive slab of gorgeously sculpted muscle. Bright white skin stretched over his bulging pecs, clashing with the jet black of his shoulders and arms while continuing down over his wide abdominals that glowed under the dim light. His nipples were thick and oval shaped and looked ready to be gnawed on, his sweat making his skin shine like he'd just stepped out of the ocean at sundown. I could even see the his primary veins snaking atop his front deltoids and disappearing under the pectoral muscles; I had only ever seen that in pictures.

“Hope you don't mind me losing my shirt, son." I think he said, my senses dulled to everything that wasn't his gorgeous chest, abs, traps, shoulders and arms. “I felt like it was getting in the way on my last set. Ya' think the gym'll be okay with it?" His pecs looked ready to burst; they were even more massive than when he'd first arrived. “Andrew?"

“Ye—Yeh—Huh?" I heard my name on his voice again and immediately snapped to attention.

“I asked if the gym is alright with me losing my shirt for a set or two."

“Huh? Oh... Oh! Yeah, go for it!"

“Well alright! Let's see if I can match those fifteen reps of yours!" And he swung his monstrous arms in front of his chest a few times which only made the stain on my shirt larger.

“Sure you can da—uhh… Sure you can, Sir! You got this!" His smirk tightened. He'd heard me; me and my big mouth again. Whoops.

He deadlifted the one-thirties and laid back onto the bench, grunting loudly as he pressed the enormous dumbbells to the ceiling. I resumed my position behind him and placed my hands where he wanted before he lowered the weights into his first rep.

“Rrrgghh!" Came his first grunt, the heavy weights moving back up and pausing before beginning their descent back down. I had eyes for nothing but his chest, watching his mouth watering pecs stretch wide and press together hard enough to crush an apple. It was truly a sight to behold for my horny and muscle worshipping mind.

“You don't have to just stare, boy," I heard, but took three times as long to process. “You can touch 'em if you want— Urrggh!"

I froze. “…Sir?"

“Put your hands on my pecs. Feel 'em flex… Rrruugh! I know you want to… Urrghh! Don't be shy, now!"

It was an invitation I could never have refused. But still I hesitated. “Ah… Umm… Oh—Okay…!"

His giant arms controlled the weight down while I slowly moved my hands away from his triceps. And as he reached the bottom of the rep, I timidly slipped my hands over his mountainous shoulders and pressed my palms to his sweating pecs. I had a split second to register their wet warmth and smooth texture before they hardened into steel and pushed my hands up and together.

“Unngh! Yeah, just like that, son," he groaned before taking another breath and lowering the weights down and out. “Nnghh! You feel 'em? Feel how hard I'm squeezin'?"

“Uhh… Nnnnnhhh… Uhhh…. Ye—Yeah…!"

“Good… Rruughh!" And the weights came back up while his pecs pumped and flexed together, pressing hard against my fingers. I wanted to touch his nipples so badly, but worried it would prove too distracting for a guy with two hundred and sixty pounds in his hands. My eyes wandered over to them instead, but on my way, I gasped when I spied the visible outline of a throbbing monster through his gym shorts. “Hrrgh!" He was hard and tucked under his waistband the same as I.

“Unnnghh!" came a loud and final grunt as he held the squeeze at the top before lowering the weights to his thighs. And like a scared cat, I pulled my hands off and away from him when he sat up. With a laboured breath or two, he stood up and walked the massive dumbbells back to the rack. And when he turned, I got an even better view of how hard he was. And how big. How very, very big.

“Did… Did that f-feel g-good, sir?" I heard myself ask, my horned brain then basically on autopilot.

“Mmm! Sure did!" He answered, his smirk pulled tightly across his wide face. “It feel good for you?"

He approached and stood directly in front of me, the toes of his shoes virtually touching mine. His musk and body heat surrounded me like a warm hug. I looked up and over his heaving chest and into his beautiful eyes while a heavy hand caressed my shoulder. “Unbelievable, sir."

His fingers pinched at the fabric of my t-shirt. “What do you say to losing this, son…" he said quietly, his voice low. And then his other hand pressed against my waist and brushed over my aching cock. “Mmm… And these, too?"

My hand found his wrist: thick as a normal man's calf, my fingers barely fit around it.

“Mmngh, fuck, big man… Right here? Right now?" I asked, barely comprehending what was happening. Or what was about to happen. “I-I mean, yes! Abso-fucking-lutely, yes! …But… I'll get fired… Or we could be arrested."

A low chuckle rumbled overhead. “You see anyone else 'round here?"

Come to think of it, I hadn't seen or heard anyone else in the gym since he'd arrived. Granted, I'd only had eyes for him since he'd come through the door, but a quick glance around confirmed we were the only souls in the building. I shot a look over my shoulder to find the clock; it was fifteen minutes to closing. None would be the wiser if the front doors were mistakenly locked a few minutes early on a Friday night.

“There are cameras…"

“Can you turn 'em off?"

I felt his warmth press harder to my clothed erection and immediately made my choice. I held up an index finger before practically running to the front door, turning off the 'open' sign and locking the front door. I killed the lights in the front entryway and ducked into the staff office in search of the surveillance system. I must have pulled out every cord plugged into the computer controlling it before making a dash for the men's and women's locker rooms. And when I was satisfied there was no one else was in the gym, I turned off the locker room lights and walked to where Logan had taken a seat on a flat barbell bench.

The place was ours.

“Come'ere, cute boy…"

I approached him without restraint, his arms extended out to take my hands in his.

“Gods, you're so big, sir…" I moaned, pressing my smaller fingers into his massive catchers mitts “You're like, the biggest guy I've ever seen! Your muscles are unbelievable!" I felt like a fool, but the words were coming out on their own. I had never felt that way about anyone I'd only known for an hour. I was so horny it was almost painful.

“And you're a beautiful looking boy, Andrew…"

I didn't resist as his hands slid around my lower back and pulled me closer. And before I knew what was happening, my lips were met with a huge, wide, soft and wet Orca mouth. I moaned aloud as Logan kissed me, his sweet and salty taste warmly greeting my heightened senses. He led me deeper into his kiss while his fingers descended to my hips and curled over my waist band. And his mouth didn't leave mine while he slowly pulled on my shorts and granted my cock the freedom it had been begging for. I sprung free of the restricting fabric and Logan grunted in approval before pulling back to take a look. “Beautiful… And big!"

I'm a thick one. And long, too. A present from one of my grandfathers, I'm sure. Nothing so impressive could have ever come from the pathetic excuse for a shit stain who sired me. Still, I couldn't help but blush under his compliment. “Thank you, sir…"

He slipped my shorts and underwear down to my heels while I made quick work of my shirt. And before I had a chance to step from my clothes, his enormous hands pressed to my sides and lifted me into his lap.

“Think it's time you ditched the sir act, now, boy. Don't you?" He growled deeply while he closed this distance between our noses. “Why don't you try calling me what you wanna' call me?"

“…S-sir?" His sweaty musk was like nothing I had ever experienced in my entire life. Being held so close, it was as if his pheromones had melded into a concentrated masculine aroma that could dominate my mind and make me cum on command. So much so, my skin started to tingle while I sat naked on his thigh.

“Naw, that ain't it, now is it?" He asked, his bulging arms creeping their way around my back again. “Try again son. Call me what you wanna' call me. Go on now…"

I couldn't resist it anymore; couldn't deny what had started screaming from deep inside me the moment we'd met.

“…D-d… D…Daddy?"

His smirk grew wider. “Say it again, boy."

“…Daddy…?"

His enormous biceps pressed against my ribs. “Again."

“Daddy!"

His fingers wrapped around my flanks. “Again!"

“Daddy!!"

“Atta' boy…" And before I knew it, I was surrounded by warm, wet and musky muscle, his leviathan like arms having coiled around my sides and pulled me into a hot and sweaty hug. “Mmmnn… Knew you were a catch the moment I laid eyes on ya." And he squeezed me. Squeezed me so hard a moan escaped my lungs before my breath hitched. “Oh yeah, that's it…" He cooed in agreement and squeezed me harder still. “That feel good, son? You like the feeling of Daddy's big arms around you?" His words were magic bullets aimed straight at my balls.

"Ye—Yes!" I forced out, my body trembling from the rush of hormones flooding my brain and making me feel dizzy. My cock throbbed against his obliques and spat a load of pre all over our skin. “You're so - Unngh! - so big! And s-so strong!"

My cheek was pressed against his monstrous chest, my head tucked under his chin. I couldn't see his face, but I had a feeling he was smiling down at me. His body heat was so soothing; his arms were warm bands of padded steel pinning mine to my sides. His chest was a solid wall, his pecs bulging against my nose and smearing his sweat on my face while his heavy smell completely overwhelmed my senses. He pumped his powerful arms around me again, and I moaned aloud for his pleasure before I felt him kick against my thigh.

“Mmmmm… Nothing like a great big, hot n' sweaty hug after a long, hard workout, huh? Ain't nothing better, if ya ask me." And he squeezed harder, pulling me into his massive body and surrounding me like a hot and saturated weighted blanket. I could feel his heartbeat against my face.

“Uuunnnhhh!!" I couldn't help but moan, having surrendered entirely to this unbelievable Orca. “Ungggh! Mmngghh… Ohhh Daddy!"

“That's it, Andrew. Daddy's got you." And using his ecstatic strength, Logan moved me until I was sitting fully in his lap, my legs astride his wide hips while my ass sat upon the hot and hard monster throbbing between his legs. He squeezed me again and I moaned his name.

“Yeah, that's more like it... Now be the good boy I know you are and tell me what else you wanna' do tonight, hmm?"

“Mmn! Oh gods, Daddy!" I moaned again, hardly comprehending what was happening. This massive beast was squeezing me into utter ecstasy and he wanted more. I couldn't believe how lucky I was. “I… mngghh… I like… Umm… Unngh!" He squeezed me again.

“Out with it, boy. Tell Daddy want you want…"

A wave of embarrassment crashed over me when the thought popped into my head, but I was too horny to give a fuck.

“Can I…. Mnngh! Can I… Sniff your armpits?"

Logan chuckled at my request. It was a secret held deep within me: my fetish for sweaty and musky bodybuilder men. I couldn't have kept it inside even if I wanted to; he'd squeezed it out of me.

"Aww, is that all?" He teased.

I whimpered. "N-no!"

“Then what more does Andrew want of his big Orca Daddy?"

My cock spat another wad of pre onto his abs. "I— I want you to… I want you to… Squeeze me."

“Ohhh! Ya like big hugs too, huh?" He sounded very pleased with my request. I was putty in his arms.

“Mmnghh!! Fuck yes, Daddy! Squeeze me! Squeeze me hard! Make me feel how big and strong you are!"

He chuckled again while he adjusted his posture on the bench, his boots thudding against the floor below me. He pulled me closer to his body; manhandling me until my face was pressed between his sweating pecs and my cock was squeezed between eight thick mounds of abdominal perfection. His arms encompassed my back and torso, thickly wrapping around me before flexing hard and squeezing me tight, my nose overwhelmed with the smell of sweat and manhood. He let out a low grunt as he squeezed me harder, my arms trapped against him while his massive biceps and triceps bulged. His thick thighs spread below me and acted as a makeshift seat; their stone-like rigidity offering little comfort while his ominously sized junk continued to throb against my ass. He grunted louder as he flexed even harder, and I moaned while his massive body completely enveloped me.

He squeezed me tighter and tighter, grunting with the effort while the veins of his biceps and forearms began to throb. His chest and abs flexed just as hard, trapping me to be crushed between his warm and unyielding muscles. It was an overwhelming display of physical strength, squeezing me so tightly that I had to fight for breath. I could hardly believe such a hot, huge and powerful man existed, and I let him know by moaning out his name.

Logan chuckled again and pumped his arms for good measure, forcing another ecstatic gasp from me. "That feel good, son? You like the feeling of Daddy's big muscles squeezing ya'?" His voice was a low rumble. I was nearly speechless, my whole body feeling as if it were being compacted to the point where I could barely form words.

"Y-yes, Daddy!"

"Good," he groaned overhead, the effort bringing strain to his voice. “'Cause this ain't all Daddy can do… Whaddya' say I make this a bit more fun?"

I felt his muscles flex even more, as if he were readying to crush me with all his might. My cock throbbed against his abs.

“Ye—Yes Daddy! Wha— Unngh!! Whatever you —Mnngh! Whatever you want!"

“Hhhuurrggh!" Logan grunted and squeezed me even more, his enormous body bulging and expanding with the effort. His pecs flexed hard against my face, the massive muscles serving as a hard, warm and slick pillows while his heartbeat pounded underneath. I could barely breathe, my every exhale a strained moan of utter awe and ecstasy. With my arms pinned against his sides, my body was virtually immobilized, my legs forgotten and laying lifeless around his waist. He pumped his gigantic arms again, and I silently screamed in a pleasure I had never known.

"Mmngh! Yeah - yeah! Unnngh! If you like that so much - Ungh! - Time to show you what Daddy's - Huunggh! - Big muscles can really do! Huurrrgghhh!!"

My eyes widened when I felt his strength increase further still, my breath hitching while he squeezed me even harder. I tried to make a sound and instead felt my ribs creak under the pressure as if the air were being squeezed from my lungs. Keeping my cheek pressed to his magnificent chest, I tried to stay in the moment while my head started to swim. His incredible arms bulged even larger as he hugged me tight, his lats, biceps and forearms working overtime to squeeze me within an inch of consciousness. He grunted louder, and I felt his body begin to tremble while he poured on the pressure. I tried to gasp, tried to squeeze him with my thighs; it was no use. My head began to spin faster, and as darkness began to creep into my vision, his strength relented.

I sucked in a huge breath, my ribcage suddenly allowed to expand. His arms were still around me; his biceps firmly pressed into my sides while his warm hands rubbed up and down my back.

“Heheheh, easy now. Easy," I heard him say, his gigantic arms warm and comforting around me. “Slow breaths. Slow breaths, son… In through your nose, out through your mouth… There ya go. There ya go… You alright, Andrew?"

My face was still pressed to his sweating chest, unable to move as I refilled my lungs with whatever air was available. “Mmmh... Did you like that? You feel so good in Daddy's arms!" I continued to pant against his sweaty skin while he rubbed my back, his chin lightly resting atop my head. And he continued to hold me gently and rub my back until the world had stopped spinning.

“That's it Andrew, come on back now," his voice was low and gentle. “You okay? I think I got a little over excited with you there, heheheh…"

I couldn't resist kissing his pumped up chest and really tasting his sweat for the first time. Warm, salty, sweet and tangy; exactly as a man like him should taste. I moaned aloud while his flavour alighted my tongue.

“Mmmnn… I'm great, Daddy… Gods, you're strong! I've… nnngh, I've never felt anything like that before…"

Another chuckle had his sweating pecs vibrating against my face. “Heheh. See what I mean? A big hug's gotta' be a strong one!" He continued to sensually rub my back; his deep breathing lulling me into blissful comfort. And after what felt like a small eternity, one of his arms moved away. “Now… What'd ya say about sniffin' my pits?"

My brain was still scrambled, and it took a few seconds to register what he'd said. But when it dawned on me, I moaned my answer, “Mmmmh! Please!"

"Such a good boy. So polite!" he answered while flexing his mountainous shoulder. “Heh… You wanna sniff my hot, manly stink, don't ya, boy? Smell a real big man after a hot and sweaty workout, huh? Yeah… Yeah you do. It gets you going real good, don't it?"

I nodded with half lidded eyes, having nearly choked from the excitement. I felt, more than saw him move his magnificent body before his smell got stronger. And when I looked up, he had lifted his enormous right arm and flexed it behind his head. “Then what are you waiting for, son? Have at him."

I nearly fainted; overcome by the wanton lust of my fetish. The smell of Logan's musk was overpowering: thick, heavy and raw. With shaking hands I slid my palms upon his sweat-slicked skin, feeling his thick ridges and veins before finding his engorged pec and lat. And resting them on his giant muscle mounds, I pressed my nose closer to him before the heat of his body had me whining in anticipation. One timid sniff and I shot more pre all over his abs, moaning while I swooned from his heady muscleman stink.

“Atta' boy… Take in Daddy's musk." And his left arm was around my lower back again, his magnificent biceps sensually pressing into my side.

My mouth slid along the ridge of his enormous chest, gathering his tangy taste on my tongue as I went. My hands found blind purchase where they laid; my left having groped his rear deltoid while my right having found one of his thick and hard nipples. A minor detour proved irresistible as my mouth replaced my hand, taking his thick nub between my teeth and biting gently before receiving a loud groan in response. His hard nipple felt as thick as one of my finger tips, and I felt it harden more under my pleasuring assault. More moans thundered overhead while I swirled, sucked and gently bit on his sensitive flesh.

“Unngh! Oh yeah… Love Daddy's pecs, don't you?"

“Mmmhmmm…" was all I could manage while I continued with my play, swallowing his sweat and revelling in the heat on my face. But another deep breath refocused my attention, and as if moving on autopilot, I gave his nipple one more kiss before moving on.

Circling around Logan's enormous pectoral muscle, I took a deep breath while I ascended into the hot and humid cave of his musky armpit. My hands groped whatever muscle I could find before I climbed up and pressed inward. His body heat was stifling; his powerful musk brought water to my eyes but still I pressed on until my nose touched his wet skin. I inhaled again and my dick throbbed against his sweating abs.

“Here," I felt, more than I heard, “let me make ya' more comfy in there." I felt his enormous arm leave my lower back to gently press against the back of my head. More pressure laid atop my skull, and within seconds, my face was gently pressed between his flared latissimus and swollen pectoral, all while his enormous triceps weighed down on my head. I moaned while I tried to turn my head side to side, and moaned louder when I found I couldn't. I was trapped in the most ecstatic way I could imagine. “There you go, Andrew. Deep breaths, now. Get your fill and then some."

I moaned aloud before my tongue shot out, splaying flat upon his sweaty muscles and thick veins, feeling them throb with life and vigour. His pitch black armpit was smooth and slick like the rest of him, which only added to the raw masculinity of his permeating musk. I inhaled deeply again and let out another moan, each more wanton and drawn out than the last. I felt his thick body bulge and flex all around me, his grip tightening around my back again. He was enjoying my worship as much as I was, and it turned me on like nothing ever had before. I pressed my face harder to his skin and took another long lick, letting his sweet, sour and salty taste fill my mouth before swallowing. The taste of his sweat and stink of his musk created an intoxicating pheromonal cocktail that pushed my libido to the brink.

And then I felt his huge hand wrap around my dick.

“Mmnnghhh!!!!"

He squeezed my cock a couple times before beginning to slowly stroke me.

“Mmnh… You're getting drippy on me, son." He moaned while increasing his pace and squeezing my head harder into his sweltering armpit. “Mind if I give you a hand?"

“Mmhmm!!"

I breathed sharply through my nose when I felt him squeeze, his hand on my cock gently teasing me with his slow pace. He didn't want me to lose it too fast, and he let me know by practically edging me while he whispered sweet nothings into my muffled ears,

“That's a good boy, Andrew. Deep breaths. Yeah… Breathe in daddy's musk; smell my big muscles. Worked 'em real good for you. I can tell how much you love 'em; you're getting harder n' harder with every breath you take." And then he would squeeze my dick again before increasing his pace. “This big dick of yours is starting to leak on me. Need to cum real bad, don't ya, boy?"

I moaned my responses, my tongue lost in a sea of hot Orca sweat. I licked, I sucked, I rubbed my face against his skin as much as I could. And when my balls started to tighten, I knew I was done for.

“Yeah, that's it, Andrew. Lose yourself in there. Let it all out and give me a nice big load, ya' hear?"

He squeezed my cock again, and I gasped before practically screaming into Logan's armpit while my balls began shooting all over his hand. My moans and panting were muffled by his muscles while thick streams of pent up cum burst out of my aching cock.

“Aww yeah, boy! Lemme' have it!" Kick after kick spilled more and more cum on Logan and I, his strong hand expertly milking my cock for what felt like minutes until I felt completely spent. And even after I had stopped cumming, he squeezed a final few drops from me. “Fuck, was that ever hot!"

Cooler air graced my features as Logan carefully pulled my head out from under his shoulder, his enormous arm quick to wrap around me and resume rubbing my back in comfort. I opened my eyes to a blurry haze of black and white, focusing just enough to watch Logan lift his hand and lick it clean. And before I had a chance to react, he closed the distance between our noses and took me into a deep and overwhelming kiss, no doubt tasting his sweat on my lips before sliding his tongue into my mouth and giving me a taste of my own. I couldn't help but moan into the dominant display, happily accepting my own semen on his tongue to slide down my throat encased in his sweet tasting spit. My heart was pounding when he broke the kiss and sat up straight.

“Sweet, merciful lords, Andrew. You're really something, you know that?"

I knew I was blushing, but could barely feel anything apart from the heat on my face.

“You're really something yourself, Daddy…"

I moaned again while Logan wrapped both of his strong arms around me and turned to face the head of the bench we were sitting on. He held me tight and kissed me again, gentler that time, as if he were savouring the tastes on my lips. I hardly noticed when he laid me down on the bench beneath him, and I writhed in naked anticipation while he stood up. I panted in post-nut ecstasy and watched while he pulled his shorts down next to me, his beautifully muscled ass being the first thing I saw while he lifted his fluke. I immediately started to stiffen again.

“What… what can I do to make you feel good too, Daddy?"

The huge Orca didn't immediately say anything. Rather, he turned with a wicked smirk on his face before lifting a combine-sized leg over the bench to stand astride me. My eyes went wide while he took a step forward, his giant legs straddling my prone body just below my chest. I practically mewled as his enormous body dominated my field of view and eclipsed what little lighting cast down from the ceiling. I gazed up and looked directly into his piercing brown eyes; he smiled down at me and cast his eyes lower still before returning my gaze. I slowly looked downward over his dominating chest and abs and found an obscenely sized erection staring me in the face. Words failed me.

“Uhhh… Huuhhhhh…. Uuhhmmm—“

He took another step forward and my head was eclipsed by his inner thighs. Fuck did he ever smell amazing.

“Seeing is you're really into my pits, I figured you'd might wanna' get a load of these too." And before I had a chance to react, my world was smothered by a pair of enormous Orca balls.

Musky heat spread across my face and overwhelmed my nose. Instinct immediately had me draw breath, inhaling his testosterone charged pheromones secreting directly from his sweaty ballsack. The rush had me instantly dizzy and lightheaded, the ecstatic high flooding my brain and frying gods knew how many synapses in the process. A few more deep breaths and my tongue escaped to lay flat against his skin: his warm and salty taste proving stronger than his armpit. I pressed my tongue against the weight of his nut and moaned aloud.

“Heheh, guess I was right…" I thought I heard before I felt the heavy warmth move upon my face and smear his musky ball sweat on my nose and cheeks. Lost in a euphoric haze, I hardly registered a big hand softly easing into my hair before my head was lifted and pressed more firmly into his giant sack. “Mmn… There's a good boy. Get a load of 'em..."

He held my head in place and began to gently thrust his hips back and forth, pressing his balls to my eyes, nose and mouth. My tongue never left his musky skin, tasting and bathing as much as I could. Too big to fit in my mouth by far, I resorted to playful kisses and nipping at his giant testes which had him moaning aloud in no time. “Ohh… Oohh yeah… Atta' boy, Andrew… Just like that…. Just… Like that!"

“Mmmnnhhh… Daddy…" His encouragement was infectious.

Logan continued to teabag me for gods knew how long, moaning and encouraging me to keep going while his thrusts grew stronger. I did as I was told: licking, huffing, biting and sucking; his heat and scent threatening to make me cum again all too soon. And I kept it up for as long as he moved, pleasuring the beautiful Orca who had blissfully trapped me under his enormous body.

He kept thrusting his hips, each slow roll smearing his heavy balls harder against my face, his groans growing deeper and more ragged until he eventually slowed with a low chuckle. “Gawd-damn do you ever have a mouth on ya!" He bellowed, his hips coming to a stop with his balls resting on my face. “Huuhhff… an' as much as I want ya to keep licking my balls… You about ready to see what your Daddy's packin', son?" he asked, his voice thick with lust and that drawling tease, the words vibrating through me as I nodded eagerly, my face still pressed into his musky sac. He drew back slowly, his thighs parting, and I seized the chance: my tongue darted out, sliding along the underside of his massive cock as it entered my vision, thick and endless, the hot, veined length seeming to go on forever. I licked my way up, tasting the salt of his sweat and the pulse of him, until the enormous head finally stopped at my lips, hovering there as a fat drop of pre-cum dripped onto my tongue, making me shiver with anticipation as I stared up at him.

From where I lay, pinned beneath Logan's enormous body, I couldn't quite gauge just how huge he really was, but my hands shot up anyway, fingers wrapping around his cock: thick and heavy, barely fitting in my grip as I squeezed, marvelling at the sheer girth pulsing under my touch. “Think this'll do the trick for ya, son?" Logan teased, his voice a smug rumble while he tilted his hips and let that massive head brush my lips again. I nodded furiously, my head bobbing against the bench, too worked up to speak as I opened my mouth wide and strained to take him in. The enormous tip stretched my jaw, hot and slick with pre, and I could only fit the edge of it, my tongue swirling desperately as I tried to suck him down, my hands still clutching tight while he loomed over me, watching with that sexy smirk of his.

Then he shifted, stepping forward with a slow, deliberate stride, his massive thighs flexing as he closed the distance. One of his huge hands slid into my hair again, his fingers curling gently around the back of my head, and he lifted me up just enough to line me up with his throbbing erection. “Easy now, son," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing growl as he angled that enormous cock downward, the slick head pressing past my lips with careful insistence. I opened wider, my jaw aching as he eased it in, the thick, pulsing heat filling my mouth inch by inch, stretching me to my limit. His grip stayed steady, guiding me as I took him deeper, my tongue flat against his underside while I fought to breathe through my nose, completely at his mercy and loving every second of it.

Logan's pleasure roared to life above me, his deep moans and bellows echoing through the gym like thunder, each sound vibrating down his cock and into my stuffed mouth. I couldn't see much—my view was just the dark expanse of his black and white groin and those massive, beautiful thighs—but I could feel it: his enormous muscles flexing hard, the tension rippling through his body while he gripped my hair tighter, his hips giving tiny, involuntary thrusts. “Goddamn, Andrew… Atta' boy…" he groaned, his voice raw and booming, and I imagined his eyes squeezed shut, his broad face tilted back in ecstasy, lost in the feel of me. Between his legs, I was blind to it all, my world reduced to the heat and weight of him sliding over my tongue, my own muffled whimpers mixing with his loud, unrestrained cries.

I stretched my jaw wider, desperate to take more of Logan's throbbing head, my face straining while I sucked harder, trying to pull him deeper despite the ache. He must've felt it, because he shifted closer, his massive frame looming over me completely then, one foot planted firmly on either side of the bench as he straddled me. “That's it, son, open up for Daddy," he growled, his voice a rough mix of encouragement and need as he tilted his hips, angling more of his thick cock into my mouth. It slid further, the pulsing heat overwhelming as it pushed past my tongue and nudged the back of my throat, making my eyes water and my breath hitch. His hand in my hair tightened, guiding me as he eased in, filling me until I could barely handle it, my whole focus locked on pleasing him.

Logan kept going, feeding me more of his cock with slow, gentle thrusts, each push stretching my mouth further as his thick length slid deeper. “Just like that, son. Juuusssst like that…" he moaned, his voice breaking into a ragged breath while he rocked his hips, the sound of his pleasure rumbling above me like a storm. His hand stayed firm in my hair, guiding me as he thrust again, careful but insistent, the hot, pulsing weight of him overwhelming my senses. “Goddamn, you're doin' so good…" he rasped between heavy breaths, another deep moan spilling out as he eased in a little more, his encouragement mixing with the wet sounds of my struggling sucks. I couldn't respond, could barely breathe, but I kept going, driven by his praise and the sheer thrill of being filled by him.

A few more slow, deliberate thrusts, and Logan's grip in my hair softened before he started pulling back, his massive cock sliding out of my mouth inch by inch, leaving my lips tingling and my throat raw. I gasped for air, still tasting him as he towered over me, his breathing heavy. “Much as I love that sweet mouth of yours, son," he said, his voice dropping to a coy, teasing drawl, “I'd rather fill you up proper than make ya drown in it—wouldn't wanna waste all this on just one spot, now would we?" His grin was audible, a wicked edge to it as he stepped back slightly, his slick, throbbing length hovering just out of reach, giving me a moment to catch my breath while my mind raced with what he meant.

Logan took another step back, his massive frame shifting while he stood over me, and I felt the weight of his gaze roaming across my sprawled-out body on the bench. My chest heaved, sweat and musk clinging to my skin, and I must've looked a mess—flushed and wrecked—but his deep voice rolled out soft and warm. “Ain't you just the cutest thing, all laid out like that," he said, a tender edge cutting through his usual drawl. “Just beautiful… All sprawled out beneath me like some kinda prize. Makes a guy feel damn lucky." His words hit me like a wave, stirring something needy and shy in my chest, and I couldn't immediately meet his eyes, feeling small and exposed under the admiration of this enormous whale who'd already turned me inside out.

Eventually I worked up the courage to gaze up at Logan, my breath still uneven as he filled my entire field of view, an enormous Orca bodybuilder looming like some mythic titan carved from muscle and sweat. His sheer size swallowed all else: those broad shoulders, the thick slabs of his chest, the way his arms bulged with every subtle flex, all wet and shiny under the gym's dim light. I was in absolute awe, my mind reeling at the beauty of his physique, the raw strength radiating off him in waves. It was so overwhelming that I hadn't even clocked just how enormous his cock is, still looming thick heavy in front of his abs. My eyes were too busy tracing the contours of his towering frame, drinking in every inch of the unbelievable whale.

Logan caught the way I was staring, and a slow, proud grin curled across his wide face. He took a deliberate step back, his massive feet planting shoulder width on the gym's floor, and then he raised both arms high, locking them into a front double biceps pose that turned his body into a masterpiece of raw power. His biceps swelled into melon sized peaks, his skin stretching taut over veins that snaked across them like rivers, thick and pulsing with his flex. His lats flared out like wings, framing a chest so broad and dense it looked carved from stone, each pec a slab of meaty perfection twitching under a sheen of his sweat. Below, his abs rippled like an old fashioned washboard, eight fat bricks of muscle stacked in a deep V that led down to where his enormous cock jutted out, heavy and proud, pulsing against that chiseled wall of flesh. The sight was too much—every inch of him screamed dominance, a monstrously sized Orca showing off just for me—and I couldn't stop the sound that tore out of my throat. “Oh my Gods, Logan… You're incredible!" I moaned, my voice low and shaky, his name spilling out while my cock throbbed hard against my stomach, twitching with need, helpless and aching, completely lost in the overwhelming beauty of his physique.

Logan kept one arm locked in that jaw-dropping biceps flex, the swollen peak shining while he smirked down at me, his bright eyes twinkling with mischief. With a slow, deliberate move, he lifted his other elbow high, flexing that massive arm just enough to expose the untouched hollow of his armpit—deep and shadowed, still slick with fresh sweat and musk wafting down like a tease I couldn't resist. “Look at ya, son, all worked up for your big Orca daddy," he drawled, his voice dripping with loving amusement as he turned his head, watching me squirm beneath him. “Bet you'd climb right into this here stinkin' pit if I let you, wouldn't ya, cutie?" Before I could even stammer a reply, he stepped forward and leaned over me, his giant body bending until his broad face was inches from mine. And then he kissed me, slow and deep, his lips firm and warm, the salty tang of him flooding my mouth again as I melted under the weight of his affection, my hands twitching to reach for him.

Logan lingered on my lips, kissing me deeper for a few more beats, his tongue sweeping against mine with a slow, possessive hunger that left me dizzy and wanting. He pulled back just enough to murmur against my mouth, his breath hot and rough, “Gonna take real good care of ya, Andrew. Don't you worry 'bout a thing." His voice was a low, comforting growl, thick with that southern warmth that makes my chest ache. “And you'll get my other pit real soon. Ain't gonna' deny ya' that." And then he shifted, his massive body still hovering over me while his huge hands slid down my chest. His thick fingers found my nipples, brushing them lightly at first, then giving a gentle tweak that sent a jolt through me. I gasped, my back arching off the bench as he played with them, rolling and pinching just enough to tease, his smirk widening at every little sound I made while he kept me pinned under his gaze and touch.

Logan's fingers slipped away, and before I could catch my breath, his head dipped down, his wide, toothy maw closing over one of my nipples with a warm, wet heat that made me shudder. His tongue flicked across it, rough and deliberate, and then he sucked lightly, his lips sealing around me while a low growl rumbled from his chest. I couldn't help it: staring up at his enormous frame, those massive jaws working against my skin, and I thought about how Logan could eat me alive if he wanted to - he is that damn big; his head alone dwarfs my chest - and his teeth glinted faintly in the dim light, the idea sending a wild thrill through me, mixing with the sparks his mouth was igniting on my skin. My hands shot up to grip his traps, feeling the sheer bulk of him while he moved to my other nipple, sucking and teasing as I squirmed, half-convinced he could swallow me whole and half-praying he'd never stop.

With a sudden jerk, Logan pulled back from my nipples, leaving them hard and tingling as he started trailing light kisses down my chest, his lips brushing soft and warm against my sweaty skin. Each peck sent a shiver through me, his massive head moving down my stomach until he paused right above my throbbing cock, the heat of his breath teasing me senseless. He glanced up, that familiar smirk curling across his wide face, his bright eyes glinting with fondness and a touch of mischief. “You ready to feel an Orca's tongue for the first time, cutie?" he asked, his voice a deep, playful rumble that made my heart skip. I could barely nod, my breath hitching as I stared down at him hovering there, so huge and powerful, about to wreck me in a way I never imagined, the anticipation alone leaving me trembling under his gaze. “About time I got a taste of this huge thing…"

Logan's smirk softened into something hungrier as he lowered his head, his massive jaws parting just enough to let his warm breath wash over my throbbing cock, sending a shiver up my spine. He took his time, his huge tongue flicking out first, the tip grazing my leaking head, lapping up my pre-cum with a slow, deliberate swipe that made me gasp and clutch the edges of the bench. The texture was wild; broad and slightly coarse, like wet velvet with enormous strength behind it, and then he opened wider, his mouth stretching around me as he took me in, inch by agonizing inch. The heat of his mouth enveloped me, slick and tight, his tongue curling under my shaft to cradle it as he slid down, down, and down until my entire length was buried inside, the tip barely reaching his throat. But he didn't stop there. His massive maw kept going, those powerful jaws flexing as he tilted his head and sucked my balls in too, all in one slow, teasing gulp. The sensation was unreal; my cock pulsed against the roof of his mouth, my balls nestled snug against his tongue, his wet heat and gentle touch overwhelming my every nerve. He hummed with a low growl, vibrating through me, and I could feel the faint scrape of his teeth, not biting but framing me, a small reminder of just how big he is. Sweat beaded on my forehead, my hips twitching involuntarily while he held me there, my junk completely swallowed up, his bright eyes flicking up to watch me unravel under the sheer, effortless dominance of his huge mouth.

I couldn't hold it in: a loud, broken moan tore out of me, echoing off the gym's walls as the intense heat and wet pressure of Logan's mouth consumed me like nothing I'd ever felt before. “Oh Gods, Da—Loooohhh—gaaaan!" I cried out, my voice raw and desperate, crying out for his pleasure as much as my own, my hands clawing at the bench while his massive jaws worked me over. His tongue pressed firm against my balls, rolling them gently in that slick, scorching heat while my cock throbbed deep inside his mouth, squeezed by the tight, wet grip of his skin and his relentless suction pulling at me. It was unbelievably overwhelming: the heat radiating through my every inch, the sopping wetness coating me, the pressure building as he sucked harder, like he was drawing my soul right out of me. My hips bucked, helpless against the sensation, and I kept moaning his name, “Da—Daaaaddy, please! Ff—fuck, Daddy!" lost in the wild, primal bliss of being so completely taken by him.

My whole body seized up, every muscle tightening as I thrashed against the bench, my moans turning into wild, guttural cries that ripped out of me without control. “Daddy—Logan—Fuck!" I shouted, my voice cracking as my hands shot up to grip his head, fingers digging into the sleek, sweaty expanse of his skull while my legs kicked out, heels slamming against the vinyl. Logan didn't let up—he overwhelmed me with the best blowjob I'd ever felt, his massive mouth sucking me off with relentless heat and pressure. His growls vibrated through every inch of me while he bobbed his head just enough to make my hips jerk uncontrollably under him. Sweat poured off me, my chest heaving, my abs clenching hard while I writhed completely at his mercy, my body a live wire of desperation and ecstasy as he pushed me past anything I'd ever known.

Logan's throat continued to rumble with a deep, vibrating hum, buzzing around my cock and balls, sending another ragged “Daddy!" spilling from my lips. Then, without any preamble, he started pulling up, agonizingly slow, his lips sliding off my length with a wet pop, leaving me twitching and shining in the cool air as he lifted his head.

“Damn, son, ain't you just a fine treat on a hot August night," he said, his voice a husky drawl, thick with satisfaction as he licked his lips, his bright eyes glinting down at me. Before I could catch my breath, he shifted—kneeling between my legs with a grace that belied his size—and his huge hands hooked under my thighs, lifting them effortlessly. My legs were suddenly strung over his massive shoulders, spreading me open as he tilted my hips up, his gaze dropping to my hole with a hungry smirk that made my heart pound, my body still trembling from the edge he'd left me on.

Logan looked down, his massive hands keeping my thighs spread as he stared at me, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. “And ain't this just the cutest little hole I ever saw," he murmured, his voice laced with a teasing fondness that made my face burn even hotter. Then he leaned in, and I felt the first brush of his huge whale tongue—broad and warm and impossibly thick—pressing flat against me, the slick heat of it nearly covering my ass entirely. He started slow, dragging it up in a long, deliberate lick that sent a shock through my whole body, my hips jerking in his grip as I gasped.

The press of Logan's tongue against my hole hit me like a revelation. No one had ever licked me before, and the fact that it was Logan's warm and massive whale tongue made it feel like the earth shifted beneath me. It was enormous: the broad, meaty surface slick with spit and radiating a heat that seeped into my skin, softening me up even as my body tensed in shock. That initial lick was deliberately slow, the rough velvet texture of his tongue dragging across me with a weight I could feel in my bones, teasing every nerve I didn't know I had. I gasped, my thighs trembling over his shoulders as he pressed harder, the tip curling just enough to nudge me open, encouraging me with a gentle, insistent pressure that felt both foreign and electric. The heat was unreal: scorching, wet, alive; mixing with the salt of my sweat and his powerful musk, filling my senses until I couldn't think straight. Each stroke was a lesson in surrender, his tongue lapping at me in long, lazy sweeps, then circling my rim with a dexterity that made my hips buck involuntarily, a high-pitched whimper spilling out of my throat. It was so thick, so powerful, I could feel it flexing against me, coaxing me to relax, to give in, to let go, and I did: my body melting under the overwhelming sensation, my hole twitching and softening as he worked me open, his low, pleased growls rumbling through me. My hands clawed at the bench, my chest heaved, sweat dripping down my sides as I moaned “Daddy" over and over, lost in the wild, primal bliss of being claimed by someone so huge and so perfect, for the very first time.

Logan's tongue pressed harder, and suddenly, he breached me open, stretching me with a slow, relentless force that tore a scream from my throat. “Mmnnghhh Fuck!" I yelled, my voice raw and piercing, bouncing off the gym's walls as pleasure crashed through me like a tidal wave. His tongue filled me, impossibly thick and hot, the slick surface sliding inside, probing and curling against my walls in a way that made my whole body shake. My hips jerked up, caught in his iron grip, and my fingers dug into the bench so hard I thought I'd rip the vinyl while I shook, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of him inside me. He growled against me, the vibration sinking deep, amplifying every sensation until I was a writhing, screaming mess, calling his name again and again, lost to the ecstasy of being so completely taken by him.

Logan let out a deep, rumbling moan to himself, the sound vibrating through my hole as his tongue flexed one last time inside me, savouring me before he started to withdraw. The slow slide of that thick, hot muscle pulling out left me gasping, my body clenching around the sudden emptiness as he eased back, rising to his full height above me. I blinked up through a haze of pleasure and saw him standing there, his enormous cock hard and raging, jutting out in front of his rippling abs: thick, veined, and dripping with more pre, so massive it seemed impossible. “Mmn Mmn Mmn…"

My mind reeled, disbelief crashing onto rocks of worry, and I couldn't stop the words from tumbling out. “Daddy," I panted, my voice shaky and small, “there's— There's no way you're gonna fit inside me. You—you're too big! I can't…" I trailed off, biting my lip as I stared at him, half in awe, half in panic. He smirked down at me, his brown eyes glinting. “Don't you fret, son," he drawled, his tone smooth and reassuring, “Daddy's gonna make it work—gonna take real good care of ya, nice and slow."

Logan smirked harder as he ran a massive hand down his chest, eyeing me sprawled out beneath him. “Sweat and spit's good for a lot, but for this, we're gonna need somethin' slicker," he said, his voice a low, playful rumble as he stepped back toward his forgotten gym bag, slung against another bench. He bent over—giving me a perfect view of his thick, muscled ass—and rummaged for a moment before pulling out a bottle of TropiGlide lube, the label bright with some cheeky banana and coconuts design. He straightened up, turning to face me, and popped the cap with a flick of his thumb, squirting a generous stream into his palm. “Watch close now, cute boy," he teased, his eyes locked on mine while he wrapped his huge hand around his raging cock, stroking it slow and deliberate, the lube catching the light as it coated every thick inch, his muscles flexing with each pump. He gave himself a little twist at the head and let out a soft grunt, putting on a show for me, his enormous cock bulging, slick and ready while I lay there, my own cock twitching at the sight.

Yet in that moment, all I could think to say was, “You keep dick lube in your gym bag?" Me and big stupid mouth again.

Logan just chuckled to himself while he slowly stroked his cock. “Not always, but it never hurts to be prepared."

“Oh…" It was all I could manage while watching him lube himself up like something out of a fever dream—his massive hand gliding over that enormous cock, his muscles rippling with every slow stroke, his deep grunts filling the air. I was so turned on I could barely breathe, my own cock throbbing painfully against my stomach, my body screaming for him to close the distance between us. But beneath the heat, a bittersweet pang twisted in my chest, sharp and unexpected.

What if… What if this was just his thing? A guy like him—huge, gorgeous, charming, a natural flirt oozing confidence—showing off and picking up guys for some casual fun? He could have anyone he wanted; who the Hell would say no? …Was I— Was I just another forgettable random lay on a Friday night?

I swallowed hard, my voice coming out quieter than I meant as I looked up at him, reluctant but needing to know. “So… do you… uh, do this a lot? Pick up guys at gyms… I mean." My eyes flickered between his face and that giant erection, half-hoping he'd laugh it off, half-dreading the answer.

Instead, Logan froze mid-stroke, his playful smirk fading before his piercing eyes snapped to mine, narrowing with a flicker of concern that caught me off guard. The air shifted, his confidence seemingly pierced by my shaky question. And for a moment, he just stood there, his enormous frame looming over me, dick in one hand, the TropiGlide bottle forgotten in the other. He let out a slow breath, his broad chest rising and falling, and set the lube down on the floor beside me, his gaze softening while he rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking less like a god and more like a man.

“Hell, son," he started, his voice quieter now, carrying a raw edge, “I ain't never done this before—not in a gym, anyhow. Truth is, I'm no stranger to a fella's company, but… It's a rare thing. Met a guy on a beach once, and another at a coffee shop. But this? Walkin' into an ol' gym like this and just… losin' myself with a guy? With a real beautiful boy like you? This—this's a first for me." He stepped closer, kneeling again between my legs, his huge hands resting gently on my thighs as he looked at me, really looked at me, his eyes searching mine with an earnestness that made my heart stutter. “I… I ain't here just for a quick roll, Andrew. I mean… I hope to God this ain't a one-time thing, 'cause I think you're somethin' special, and I'd be a damn fool to let this be the end of it." His words hung there, heavy and sincere, his thick fingers squeezing my skin just enough to ground me, and I felt that bittersweet worry melt into something warmer, my chest tightening as I realized he meant every word.

I swallowed hard, my throat tight as I met his gaze, his words ringing in my ears, and I felt a rush of relief and nerves spill out of me. “I've… never done anything like this either," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper, my hands fidgeting against the bench as I looked up at him. “Not in a gym, not… anywhere. And… And I really hope… This isn't just a one-time thing too. I don't want it to be. You're just so… So amazing…"

My chest fluttered, raw and honest, and Logan's face softened even more, a warm smile breaking through that made my breath hitch. He leaned down, his massive frame folding over me, and kissed me tenderly, his lips gently pressing against mine with a slow, sweet care that felt more like a promise, his huge hand cupping my cheek as his tongue brushed mine just enough to make me sigh into him. When he pulled back, I was dazed, my heart pounding, and I managed to murmur, “How do you want me, Daddy?" my voice shaky with anticipation, my eyes locked on his, ready for whatever he'd say next.

Logan's smile widened, a warm, reassuring curve that lit up his broad face as he gazed down at me. “Just like this, cute boy," he said, his voice a deep, soothing drawl that sent a shiver through me, his hands still resting on my thighs. He reached for the TropiGlide again, squirting another dollop into his palm, and rubbed it between his fingers, the slick sound filling the quiet as he shifted closer. Then his huge hand—Gods, his fingers are massive—moved between my legs, one thick digit circling my hole gently at first, teasing the rim with a slow, deliberate pressure. “Gonna take it nice and easy," he cooed, his eyes flicking up to mine as he pushed, the lubed tip stretching me open with a slow burn that made me gasp.

My body lit up with a storm of sensations, raw and electric, every nerve buzzing under his touch. The first slick circle of his fingertip against my hole sent a jolt through me: a tight, tingling heat that made my breath catch, my thighs trembling where they lay over his shoulders. When he pushed in, slow and steady, the stretch immediately burned, his thick digit so much bigger than I'd mentally prepared for, forcing my muscles to yield with a dull ache that melted into something deeper, something good. I felt full, impossibly so, the lube slick and warm as it coated me inside, his finger sliding deeper until it curled, brushing a spot that made my whole body jerk, a sharp gasp tearing out of me. My pulse hammered in my ears, sweat beaded on my chest, and my cock twitched against my stomach, leaking as he worked me open. But emotionally, it was more: my chest swelled with a wild mix of trust and vulnerability, knowing I was giving myself to him, this enormous Orca who could break me but chose to cradle me instead. And when he added a second finger, the stretch doubled, a slow, searing pressure that had me moaning, my hands clawing at the bench as I fought to relax. I felt exposed, raw, but safe too: his low murmurs of “That's it, son" washing over me and grounding me in the heat of his care, my heart racing with a desperate need to please him, to be enough for him, as he stretched me wider, preparing me for what was coming.

“…Please…" I whispered. “Please, daddy… Please…"

Logan's free hand slid down my thigh, his massive fingers slowly wrapping around my leaking cock, his sudden grip sending a shockwave through me, my hips bucking as he started stroking me slow and firm. All the while, his other hand kept working my hole, those thick digits sliding in and out, stretching me wider with every careful twist, the lube squelching softly as he curled them against that spot that made me see stars.

“Look at you, son, takin' Daddy's fingers so damn good," he purred, his voice a deep, warm rumble that wrapped around me, his thumb swiping over my cock head, smearing my pre-cum in a way that had me whimpering. “So warm and tight… Ain't nobody ever looked so damn cute to me before," he went on, his compliments sinking into me, stoking the fire in my chest as I moaned louder, my body trembling under his dual assault. The pleasure was dizzying—his hand pumping my cock in time with the thrust of his fingers, stretching me open while he praised me, “Atta' boy, open on up—gonna make you feel so good," and I clung to every word, every touch, my mind a haze of need and pride as he worked me closer to the edge until, “Mmn… Tell daddy want you want, son. Don't be shy now."

I could hardly believe what I was about to ask. "Please," I begged again. "I need… I need to feel you inside me," I whispered, my voice quivering slightly.

Logan's hands slowed, his fingers giving my cock one last teasing squeeze before he let go, the sudden absence making me whine as he carefully slid his thick digits out of my hole, leaving me clenching around nothing, slick and open. He shifted, rising to his full height again, and I felt the bench creak as he positioned himself between my legs, his massive body casting a shadow over me. The lubed, blunt head of his enormous cock nudged my entrance, hot and heavy, and my breath hitched, my body tensing as I realized just how big he really was up close. “You ready for me, son?" he asked, his voice low and steady, a gentle check beneath that southern growl, his piercing eyes searching mine for any hesitation. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding a wild mix of excitement and fear—half of me buzzing with the thrill of taking him, the other half terrified he'd split me apart—and I nodded, my voice shaky but sure.

“Yeah, Daddy, I'm ready," I said, consenting despite the nerves, my hands gripping the bench as I braced myself, trusting him to guide me through it.

Logan's massive hands clamped down on my hips, his grip firm and unyielding, fingers digging into my skin with a strength that anchored me to the bench, his rough calluses scraping against my sweat-slick flesh. “Take a deep breath for me, son," he instructed, his voice a steady, commanding rumble that cut through the haze of my nerves while he leaned in close. I obeyed, sucking in a shaky lungful of air, the stale gym scent mixing with his musky, saltwater tang, my chest expanding while my heart pounded pop wildly. “Now push out when you feel me pressin' in. Gonna' make it easier," he added, and then I felt it: the massive, slick head of his cock nudging my entrance again, a thick pressure that dwarfed anything his fingers had done. It was overwhelming, the sheer size of him stretching me even before he was inside, the lube warm and slippery against my rim but doing little to dull the intensity. My body tensed instinctively, a sharp sting flaring as he pushed forward, his cock so huge it didn't push in on the first try. Or the third. My hole resisted, clenching tight despite my effort to relax, the burn of it making me gasp and squirm. The heat of him was immense, radiating through me, a pulsing weight that pressed and pressed, my skin prickling with sweat as I fought to follow his words, pushing out with a trembling exhale. Every nerve screamed, a chaotic mix of pain and anticipation, my thighs quaking in his grip, the vinyl creaking under my clutching hands as I felt him adjust, his low grunt of effort vibrating through me. It was too much and not enough all at once: his size a wall I couldn't yet breach, my senses drowning in the feel of his power, the sound of his steady breathing, the faint wet squelch of lube as he tried again, determined but patient, his presence overwhelming me entirely.

"Hhhnnggg...F-fuck…!" I groaned as my hole stretched out, the pain from the intense pressure nearly too much to bear. I gripped onto the bench's edges in a desperate attempt to steady myself against his incredible girth before he pushed again. "Fuck!" I cried. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!! Ffffff—-kkkk!!"

I forced the air out of my lungs in a trembling exhale, timing it with Logan's next thrust, my body straining as I pushed out against him, willing myself to open up. The pressure built to a breaking point, a searing, relentless force at my entrance, until—suddenly—he breached me, the thick head of his cock popping past my rim with a jolt that ripped a shriek from my throat. Pain flared hot and immediate, a deep and sharp burn that radiated through my core as he began to sink inside, slow and unyielding, his lubed-up length sliding inch by enormous inch into me.

My senses exploded—the heat of him was molten, a pulsing intrusion that filled me beyond anything I'd ever imagined, the slick lube smoothing the way but doing nothing to dull the pain of being stretched so fucking wide. My muscles instinctively clenched around him, a futile resistance that only sharpened the sting, my thighs shaking violently in his iron grip, sweat pouring down my face as I gasped for air, the gym's stale musk drowned out by the overwhelming scent of him.

“That's it, Andrew, you're doin' so good," Logan murmured, his voice a tender lifeline through the pain, low and soothing as his hands tightened on my hips, holding me steady. “Breathe with me, darlin'—in and out, nice and slow—Daddy's got ya… Daddy's got ya…" he coaxed, his voice wrapping around me like a warm blanket, softening the edge as he paused, letting me adjust to the impossible fullness. My chest heaved, ragged breaths syncing with his words before the burn started to meld with a strange, throbbing pleasure as he sank deeper, his loving encouragement—“You're takin' me so well, sweet boy"—echoing in my ears, grounding me while I whimpered, my hands clawing at the bench, every nerve alight with the intensity of him claiming me.

Logan kept going, his massive cock sliding deeper into me with a slow, relentless push, each inch stretching me further until the sensation shifted from the burning pain to a surreal, overwhelming fullness that pressed against my very core. My breath came in shallow, ragged bursts, my body trembling as I felt him fill me, the heat of his thick, pulsing length radiating inside, slick with lube yet heavy, like it was reshaping me from within. Then I felt it: a strange, tight pressure in my gut, and when I glanced down, my eyes widened when I saw my stomach bulge out, a visible swell rising under my skin where his cock pushed against me, distorting my flat abdomen with its sheer size. The sight was dizzying, my senses reeling from the mix of ache and awe, my hole clenching around him as sweat dripped down my sides, the faint creak of the bench beneath me blending with his low, steady grunts.

“Now would you look at that," Logan rasped, his voice thick with heat and wonder, his hands gripping my hips tighter as he paused, staring down at the bulge. “Hot as hell seein' you take me like this… And I still got a good few inches outside ya." His words sent a shiver through me, a wild mix of pride and disbelief sparking in my chest, my cock twitching against my stomach as I moaned, the pressure inside me intensifying with every breath, his enormous presence dominating me in ways I couldn't even process.

Logan stopped moving, his massive cock buried deep inside me, the overwhelming stretch and heat holding me in a vice while he stayed still, letting me catch my breath. His huge hands slid from my hips to my thighs, rubbing slow, soothing circles over my trembling legs, his rough palms gliding across my sweat-slick skin with a tenderness that made my chest ache. The pressure in my gut was unrelenting, that visible bulge in my stomach a constant reminder of his size, and I could feel every pulse of him inside me, thick and hot, my walls twitching around him as I fought to adjust. “You're doin' so damn good, son," he whispered, his voice a soft, husky murmur that washed over me, each word laced with pride and care. “Takin' me like a champ—ain't nobody ever done so well before," he went on, his thumbs pressing gently into my muscles, easing the tension as my ragged breathing started to steady. The gym's stale air felt cool against my flushed face, a stark contrast to the molten heat where we were joined, and I clung to his praise like a lifeline, my hands loosening their death grip on the bench as I focused on the rhythm of his touch. Every whisper—“So beautiful, so strong, so good"—sank into me, dulling the sharp edge of the stretch, turning it into a deep, throbbing fullness that I could finally start to handle, my body slowly molding to his enormous size under his patient, loving guidance.

Logan shifted again, his massive hands guiding my legs with care, sliding them from his shoulders and wrapping them around his thick waist, my calves brushing against the hard, sweat-slick curve of his lower back as I locked my ankles to his hips. He leaned forward, his mountainous frame bending over me, and placed his huge hands on the barbell racked above my head, the metal groaning under his grip. As he loomed closer, his musky armpits flooded my senses, hovering just above my face, the air thick with his heavy scent I'd come to crave, hitting me like a wave that made my head spin and my cock twitch against my stomach. His chest pressed down, heavy and warm, and then his lips found mine, kissing me deep and slow, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with a possessive tenderness that melted the last of my tension. I sighed into him, my body relaxing under his weight, the stretch of his cock inside me easing into something I could begin to bear, my muscles softening while I sank into the bench, enveloped by his heat and musk. He pulled back just enough to murmur against my lips, his voice a low, gentle rumble, “You good now, son? Can I start movin'?" His eyes searched mine, patient but hungry, and I nodded, breathless, feeling safe and ready in the shadow of his enormous body.

Logan eases his hips back with a slow, gentle pull that dragged his massive cock out of me inch by inch, the slick friction igniting my every nerve while my walls clung to him, reluctant to let go. One of his huge hands slid down from the barbell and pressed firmly against my chest, pinning me to the bench with a warmth that grounded me, his fingers splaying wide over my racing heart while his other hand stayed braced on the bar above, the metal creaking under his weight. Then he thrust forward again, just as slow, the thick heat of him sinking back in, stretching me anew, and the intensity hit me like a tidal wave: overwhelming, a deep, pulsing fullness that burned and throbbed, my breath hitching into a sharp moan as my legs tightened around his waist. My senses drowned in it: the musky flood of his armpits still hovering close, the wet slide of sweat and lube between us, the faint tremor of the bench beneath me, and the sheer power of his size claiming me. “Goddamn, son, you're tight as hell," Logan groaned, his voice a rough, awed rumble that broke through his steady rhythm, his eyes widening as he stared down at me, disbelief etched across his broad face. I could barely process his words, my body shaking under his hand, my cock leaking against my stomach as the overwhelming sensation of him moving inside me—slow, gentle, but unrelenting—pushed me to the edge of what I could take, every thrust a mix of ache and ecstasy that left me gasping his name over and over.

Logan kept his rhythm slow, each thrust a careful, deliberate slide, his massive cock stretching me open as he pushed in, his hand on my chest pressing just hard enough to keep me steady. “Easy now, son, I ain't gonna hurt ya," he murmured, his voice a low, strained growl, thick with effort as he pulled back, the slick drag making my whole body shudder. “Tell me if it's too much, darlin'. I'm tryin' to be real gentle with ya," he added, his piercing eyes locked on mine, searching for any sign of distress as he thrust in again, the heat and pressure flooding me until I could feel that bulge in my stomach shift. Every move he made sent a jolt through me, my cock kicking hard against my abs with each push, the sensation so intense—hot, tight, overwhelming—that my moans turned into desperate whimpers. “Startin' to feel good? You're so damn tight, son, I can barely take it," he rasped, his breath hitching as he sank deeper, his grip on the barbell tightening until it groaned under his strength. “You're doin' so good for me—God, look at ya, taking this here whale dick like ya were built for it," he groaned, his voice breaking with awe, and before I could warn him, before I even knew it was coming, my cock pulsed wildly and I came hard, a sudden, uncontrollable burst that splattered across my chest and up onto his rippling abs. My body convulsed under his hand as I cried out, “Daddy—fuck!" and Logan froze mid-thrust, a surprised grunt escaping him as he looked down at the mess between us, his eyes widening before a grin broke through. “Well, hell, son, you're full of surprises, ain't ya?" he chuckled, his tone warm and proud, still holding me steady as I trembled, overwhelmed and spent beneath him.

Logan held still for a moment, his massive cock buried deep inside me, giving me a few precious seconds to catch my breath while my chest heaved, the sticky mess of my cum cooling on my skin and his abs. My body buzzed, raw and shaky from the orgasm, every muscle twitching while I sucked in air, the musky heat of his armpits still thick around me, mingling with the tang of my own release. Then he shifted, his hand on my chest rubbing a slow, soothing circle as he leaned down, kissing my forehead gently before pulling back to meet my eyes. “Alright, son? You good?" he asked, his voice soft but edged with hunger, and when I nodded weakly, he grinned. He started moving again, slow and steady, his thick length sliding out and then back in, and I gasped as the sensation hit me anew—sharper now, my hole clenching tighter around him from the aftershocks of cumming. “Holy hell, boy, you tightened up somethin' fierce after that," he groaned, his thrust faltering for a second as he savoured it, his voice thick with delight. “Feels so damn good! Squeezin' me like you don't ever wanna let go," he added, his hand on the barbell flexing as he pushed deeper, the stretch reigniting that mix of ache and pleasure, my legs trembling around his waist while I moaned, overwhelmed by how much he loved it, how much I wanted him despite the intensity.

His thrusts intensified, and I was a total wreck, gasping and moaning uncontrollably, my voice breaking into desperate cries as the overwhelming feeling of him inside me swallowed me whole. “Logan—Daddy—please!" I shouted, the words tumbling out in a frantic, pleading mess, my head thrashing against the bench as every thrust sent a shockwave through me, the slick, searing heat of his massive cock driving deeper, stretching me beyond reason. My hands clawed at the air, then found his arms, gripping the bulging muscle as my body rocked under him, sweat and cum smearing between us, the musky flood of his scent drowning my senses. Logan's pace quickened, his hips snapping forward with a steady, growing rhythm, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the gym as his thick length plunged in and out, each thrust harder, faster, the pressure in my gut swelling until I could feel that bulge in my stomach shift with every move. “That's it, son, let it all out," he growled, his voice rough with effort and lust, his hand on my chest pinning me down while the barbell creaked above, his enormous frame flexing with power as he took me apart. My moans turned to sobs, my cock twitching uselessly against my abs, the intensity of him—huge, relentless, perfect—pushing me past coherence, lost in the wild, primal storm of being fucked by him.

At some point, Logan slowed for a moment, his thrusts easing as a hungry glint flashed in his eyes, his breath hot against my face. “Wanna feel ya cum again, son, all wrapped up in Daddy's arms," he rasped, his voice thick with need, and before I could process it, he leaned forward, his massive arms sliding under me, wrapping around my back in a tight, possessive grip. With a grunt of effort, he lifted me off the bench, my legs still hooked around his waist, my body pressed against the sweaty, muscled wall of his chest, the heat and musk of him enveloping me as my cum-slick stomach slid against his abs. He shifted, sitting down hard on the bench, his broad back thudding against the barbell with a metallic clang, and settled me into his lap, his cock still buried deep inside me, the angle shifting to something even more intense. His arms squeezed me tight, one thick bicep flexing against my cheek, flooding me with that musky armpit scent I love, while his other hand gripped my ass to hold me in place. Then he started thrusting again, powerful and deep, his hips bucking up into my ass with a force that jolted through me, the slick, pounding rhythm making my hole clench around him while I gasped against his chest, my body rocking in his iron embrace, overwhelmed by the sheer strength and closeness of him as he drove me toward that edge again.

Logan's moans grew louder, rolling out of him in deep, guttural waves that shook the air around us, his massive chest rumbling against mine as he groaned, “Goddamn, son, you feel so fuckin' good!" His voice was raw, unrestrained, echoing off the gym's walls as he tightened his grip, his thick arms squeezing me harder, my body pressed so close I could feel every flex of his biceps, every twitch of his pecs against my sweat-slick skin. I was warm and tight around him—his words, not mine—and he loved it, his hands roaming my back, kneading me like dough as he growled, “You're so tight, darlin', so warm—fuck!" The musky heat of his armpit brushed my face with every thrust, his scent flooding me as he really got into it, his hips pumping up harder, faster, his enormous cock driving into my ass with a relentless, wet rhythm that made my whole body bounce in his lap. The bench creaked beneath his power, his groans turning into bellows of pleasure: “Take it, son, take all of me!" while he fucked me with abandon, the slick, pounding force overwhelming my senses, my own moans swallowed by his as I clung to him, lost in the wild, primal joy he took in me.

I moaned louder and louder while he fucked me, his cock sending wave after wave of intense pleasure up and down my body. "That's it," he groaned. "Nice an' easy now…. Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ohh.. Oh yeah, son… Ungh! Such a sweet an' tight little ass!"

He continued to thrust into me, the pressure and friction of his massive cock making me writhe with pleasure in his huge arms. I was a sweaty mess, but nothing compared to the hulking brute holding me tight and fucking me so thoroughly. His chest, neck, shoulders and arms were dripping wet and the dim lighting cast shine and shadow which made him look as amazing as he felt. He looked so huge and powerful as he pushed into me. So huge, powerful and beautiful. And when I looked up at his face, I saw a look of pure bliss on his features and knew he was enjoying himself. The sight made my cock throb with desire. "Fuck, you f—feel so fucking go—od inside me, Logan!" I panted.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ohh..yeah!" he groaned while his thrusts increased in pace. "Fuck—fuck are you ever tight! Mngh! Mnngh! Huumnngh!

"D-Daddy! Aaahh!" I screamed. The feel of him on the bench, pounding up into me was driving me mad. It was everything I could have dreamed of and more. His eyes were full of lust and his muscles rippled with each movement. He squeezed me tight again and silenced my screams, my big dick kicking mercilessly against his thick abs. I threw my head against his heaving chest and held on as he fucked my breath away.

Logan's voice boomed over my gasps and pants, his playful growl cutting through the haze as I moaned helplessly, trapped in the sweaty, muscled cage of his arms. “You like that, huh, son? Daddy's got ya' all worked up, squealin' like a little pup!" he teased, his tone dripping with delight as he squeezed me tighter, my face pressed against his slick chest, every breath a struggle against the heat and weight of him. I couldn't answer; just gasped and whimpered, my body jolting with each thrust as he fucked me harder, his hips snapping up with a force that made my ass clench around his massive cock, the wet slap of skin on skin drowning out my cries. “How's about give ya' a little extra?" he boomed, and then he lifted his arm from my shoulder, flexing it just enough to open his deep, musky armpit right in front of my face, his thick hot musk hitting me like a drug as he shoved my head closer. “Get in there, boy—have at him while I pound ya!" he urged, his voice rough with lust as he thrust even deeper, the bench groaning under us, his other hand gripping my lower back to keep me steady. I moaned and leaned into his pit, my nose buried in the damp heat, sucking in ragged breaths of his raw scent as he fucked me senseless, the overwhelming mix of his playful dominance and relentless rhythm pushing me past any limits I thought I had.

I was completely lost, swept away in a tidal wave of sensation while Logan gave me the most overwhelming sex I'd ever had, my mind blanking out under the sheer force of it all. My moans turned into broken, gasping cries, muffled against his musky armpit as my body rocked in his lap, every nerve screaming from the relentless stretch and heat of his massive cock pounding into me. So much so, I hardly registered when Logan leaned back against the barbell, the metal clanging as he braced himself, and then he lifted his ass off the bench, his thick thighs flexing beneath me as he shifted his angle. “Hold on tight!" he growled, his voice a rough, lust-drenched roar, and then he started really fucking me—hard, fast, unyielding—his hips slamming up with a power that jolted through my entire frame, the wet, brutal rhythm driving his cock deeper than I thought possible. The air filled with the slap of his sweaty skin against mine, the creak of the bench straining under us, and the flood of his musk as I clung to him, my arms wrapped around his arm and shoulder, my face buried in his pit, huffing desperately as my stomach bulged with every thrust. It was too much—his heat, his size, the raw strength pinning me to him—my cock kicked uselessly against his abs while I trembled; a panting, moaning mess, completely surrendered to the raging storm of him taking me apart.

The sound of my strained panting seemed to excite him, and he started grunting louder while he pumped away into me. I tried to relax my ass as much as possible, to let him fuck me even deeper. His cock was so thick, my rim burned like hell while he slid in and out of my hole, but no amount of pain could have distracted me from having the best sex of my life. That spot inside me felt like it was being sledgehammered by his huge whalehood and my balls felt like they were going to explode with his every powerful thrust. The incredible pleasure he was giving me was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, and my orgasm built and built and built within me, but I kept trying to hold it back to make the moment last forever. "Gods! You feel so fucking amazing, Daddy! Uhhhnnnnggggh! M—mmmore!"

He tightened his grip on my lower back, pulling me up his cock like I weighed nothing and pounding up into me and making me see stars. “Ungh! Ungh! Come on - Urghh! Almost there! Uurrggh! Ungh! Ahhn! Ungh! Ohh! Oh Fuck! So hot and tight, Andrew! So fucking good!" The bench creaked beneath us with his thrusts, threatening to send us to the floor. Neither of us cared; we were too lost in each other.

Logan's thrusts quickly grew erratic, his massive hips slamming into me with a wild, desperate edge, and I could feel the tension coiling in his enormous body, his muscles tightening around me like steel cables beneath his sweat-drenched skin. His arms squeezed me harder, crushing me against his broad chest, his biceps bulging against my ribs until I could barely breathe, the musky heat of his armpit still smothering my face as his scent thickened with every ragged grunt. “Oh, fuck—fuck! I'm gonna cum!" he roared, his voice a deafening bellow that shook the gym, raw and primal, his head tilting back as his whole body shuddered with the buildup. I held on for dear life, my hands clawing at his shoulders, fingers slipping on his slick, rippling muscles as I braced myself, my legs having gone limp around his waist, my own body trembling from the sheer force of him. The bench groaned beneath us and his cock pulsed inside me, huge and relentless, driving deeper with every thrust as he squeezed me so hard I felt my bones creak, my gasps lost in his pit while I clung to him, overwhelmed and helpless, caught by this beast who was about to unleash everything he had.

“Ungh! Unngh! Mngh! Urrgh…. Aw fuck - Fuck! Here it comes - Here I cummmhh! Fuck! Rrgghh!! I'm cummin' boy! I'm cummin!!—— UUNNGHH!"

Logan's grip tightened even more, his massive arms trembling as he growled through gritted teeth. The words stumbled out, rough and broken, his voice straining with the effort as his hips bucked one last time, plunging his enormous cock as deep as it could go, the thick head pressing hard against my insides until I felt that bulge in my stomach swell to its limit. “Uungh!! Yes Daddy! Cummm… Insidiiiiide me!" I gasped out, my voice a desperate, ragged plea, barely audible over his roar as he erupted: a hot, forceful flood of whale semen shot into me, an unbelievable torrent that hit like a punch, filling me with a searing heat that made my eyes widen and my breath choke off into a strangled moan.

“Aww, hell—here it comes—fuck, Andrew!" he bellowed, his voice shaking the gym while his load overwhelmed me, too much to contain. Within seconds, it overflowed, spurting out around his cock, the slick, sticky mess gushing from my ruined ass, splattering onto the bench and dripping down my thighs in warm, heavy streams.

“Gods—it's so much!" I cried, my words dissolving into a whimper as I felt every pulse, every kick of him flooding me, his roars deafening as he crushed me against him, my face mashed into his sweaty pit, my hands scrabbling against his flexing muscles while the overwhelming sensation—hot, wet, and utterly consuming—left me gasping, my body shuddering helplessly as he emptied himself into me, marking me in a way I'd never forget.

I held on while his thick cock lunged wildly and pumped rope after rope of thick, hot whale cum inside me. "Oh fuck yes, Andrew — Fuck Yes! Take my load, boy! Gonna' fill ya' up so good!" I panted. I swore. I moaned. I slapped whatever muscle I could find. All while he held me tight and kicked and kicked and kicked and kicked inside me, my stomach growing warmer and warmer with every heavy pulse of his enormous cock.

The overwhelming pressure of Logan's relentless flood pushed me past my breaking point, a searing, inescapable fullness that swelled in my gut and snapped something deep within. “Daddy—I can't—!" I gasped, my voice fracturing into a scream as my body convulsed, my cock jerking against my stomach and spurting a second load, weaker but no less intense, streams of cum splattering across my chest and his abs while he was still cumming inside me. The force of my orgasm made my hole clench tight around his massive cock, squeezing him hard, and I felt every pulse of his ongoing release amplify—the hot, thick jets of whale semen still pumping into me, overflowing even more as my muscles gripped him, the slick, messy spill gushing out faster, coating my ass and thighs in a sticky, warm flood.

“Fuck, Andrew—squeezin' me so tight—milkin' me dry!" Logan roared, his voice a raw, ecstatic growl while he shuddered against me, his arms crushing me closer, his musky pit smothering my cries while sweat poured off us both. My body shook uncontrollably, every nerve alight with the dual sensations—his cum filling me, my own release painting us—my hands clawing at his skin while I rode the overwhelming wave, trapped in the beastly grip of his climax and my own.

Logan's orgasm stretched on, a relentless tide that kept surging long after mine had sputtered out, his massive cock pulsing inside me with thick, slowing spurts of that filled me beyond capacity, leaking out in warm, sticky trickles that pooled beneath us on the bench. “Still—fuck—still goin', son," he panted, his voice hoarse and ragged, his huge body trembling while he held me tight, his arms locked around me as the last waves of his release finally ebbed. My own climax had left me spent, my chest heaving with gasping breaths, my body limp in his grasp as I panted against his sweaty skin, the musky heat of his pit thick and heavy in the humid air. We were a wet, hot mess: sweat and cum smeared between us, my thighs slick with his overflow, the bench creaking under our combined weight as the sharp tang of sex mingled with his earthy, saltwater scent, enveloping us in a haze of raw, primal aftermath.

“Daddy…" I whimpered weakly, my voice barely a whisper as I clung to him, my hands slipping on his wet muscles, both of us shuddering through the comedown, breathless and drenched, lost in the sticky, musky chaos we'd made together.

Minutes passed, I have no idea how many. Eventually, the storm of our panting breaths settled, and I tilted my head up, my gaze catching Logan's bright, gleaming eyes through the haze of sweat and musk that clung to us both. His face was flushed, his broad features softened with a raw, unguarded warmth, and for a moment, we just stared, the weight of what we'd shared hanging thick between us. Then he leaned down, his massive hand sliding up to cradle my jaw, and our lips crashed together in a kiss like no other—deep, hungry, and desperate, his mouth claiming mine with a ferocity that stole what little air I had left. His tongue swept in, thick and hot, tasting of salt and him, and I melted into it, my hands gripping his sweat-slick traps as I kissed him back with everything I had. The heat of his body pressed against me, the sticky mess of our releases smearing between us, the musky air still heavy around us; it all fuelled the kiss, turning it into something wild and tender all at once, our gasps mingling as we poured ourselves into each other, lips and tongues locked in a frantic, breathless dance that could go on forever.

Logan's enormous body held me so tight I could hardly breathe, and I fucking loved it. I was right where I wanted to be, and he was right where I needed him to be: with me, against me, around me and inside me. I laid my head on his enormous chest and breathed deep. "Thank you, Daddy."

"So polite…" he said with a big smile, stroking my hair and panting hard overhead. He held me tight while he caught his breath and eventually pulled me in close for another passionate kiss. We kissed and moaned and licked and suckled each other until the heat had faded enough for us to regain our wits somewhat. Logan stroked my back gently and said softly, "That was incredible. Thank you, son."

His heavy breathing brought my attention back down to my dick being blissfully squeezed between his abs. I looked down and saw my cock was still semi-erect and he was still deep inside me. All I could think of in that moment was how perfect everything felt.

Well, almost everything.

“Oh Gods, I am so fucking fired," I groaned. Logan chuckled through his heavy breathing.

“Worth it."

“Unnh… absolutely…" I answered before kissing his chest.

Logan kept his huge arms wrapped around me and squeezed me while whispering, "You're such a good boy, you know that, Andrew? My good boy..."

I grinned widely at that and looked up at him before he kissed me again. And as we cuddled and kissed, I truly hoped that this was the beginning of something special.

He held me like that for some time, squeezing me in his hot and sweaty muscles. His breathing was heavy and loud in my ears, his hand slowly stroking my back. We gazed into each other's exhausted and half lidded eyes, trying to catch our breath. I wanted to tell him how great he made me feel; how it was the greatest thing I had ever done in my life. I wanted to stay like that with him for forever. But instead, my big dumb mouth struck again.

“Seriously though, dick lube in your gym bag?" My ultimate fantasy fulfilled, and that's what I said. Logan just laughed.

“Heheh, yeah…" he started, “On my way up here, I made a point of stopping at a different gym everyday. Broke up the driving and kept my body happy. An' between my truck, the gyms and hotel rooms, it just found its way in there. Looks bad on my part, but… A guy's got his needs, after all."

“And you never…?"

“Nope. Not once. Ain't my style." The pride in his voice was palpable. “Well… Can't say that anymore, now can I?"

“Hah. Guess not." And we both chuckled before I leaned up to kiss him again. And while Logan rubbed slow, comforting circles over my back, another wave of post-orgasm clarity cut through the ecstasy, sharp and jarring, like a bucket of cold water poured on my head. My eyes widened, my breath catching as the reality slammed into me. I was sitting in the lap of an enormous Orca bodybuilder, covered in his sweat and cum, the air thick with his musk, my ass screaming in pain from taking his giant dick… All in the place where I worked. “Fuck me… I'm so fired."

Logan just threw his head back and laughed, a deep, booming sound that shook his massive body and vibrated through me. “Worth it, though, wasn't it, son?" he repeated, his deep voice thick with amusement while he squeezed my shoulder, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Ain't no job gonna top what we just did!" His grin was infectious, and despite the dread knotting my gut, I couldn't help but laugh too, the absurdity of it all sinking in while I leaned into his warm, sweaty muscles, still reeling from the best sex of my life.

We shared that exhausted laugh, our voices hoarse and mingling in the sticky, musky air, his deep chuckle rumbling against my chest as I slumped in his lap. Then it hit me again: Logan was still inside me, softer now but still fucking huge, a thick, heavy presence stretching me even in its gentler state, the faint pulse of him warm and slick against my ruined hole, making me shift slightly with a soft gasp. Logan must've caught my twitch, because he grinned down at me, his massive hand rubbing my back as he said, “You wanna' hit the showers with me, son? Figure you must be gettin' tired of my stink by now." His tone was teasing, his bright eyes glinting as he tilted his head, what with how he could. I smirked, leaned in close and took a huge, deliberate whiff right from his armpit—the raw, salty musk flooding my nose, earthy and intoxicating, sending a fresh shiver through me.

“Mngh… I'd love to shower with you, Daddy," I replied, my voice low and playful as I pulled back to meet his gaze, “but I'll never get tired of your smell." His laugh boomed again, warm and happy, shaking us both as I nestled against him to share that tender moment.

Eventually, Logan shifted beneath me, his massive hands gripping my hips gently before he murmured, “Hang on tight, son. High time I pulled outta' ya." His voice was a soft growl, steadying me as he started to withdraw, his softened but still enormous cock sliding free with a slow, slick drag that sent a shiver up my spine. And as soon as he popped out, a torrent of his cum was unleashed from my hole: a hot, thick flood that poured out of me uncontrollably, spilling down in heavy, wet streams that splattered across his crotch, coating his cock, balls and thighs before dripping onto the bench below us with a messy, audible splat. I moaned low, the sound rumbling deep in my chest, helpless against the sensation—the sudden emptiness ached, my stretched rim twitching as the warm, sticky mess kept flowing, a relentless gush I couldn't stop, soaking us both in the evidence of his sheer volume. The air thickened with the sharp, musky tang of it, mingling with his sweaty scent, and I felt my face flush, my body trembling in his lap as the bench creaked under the growing puddle, the raw, primal mess of it all leaving me dazed and exposed while he held me steady, his hands firm against my shaking frame.

Logan let out another hearty laugh, the sound booming through the gym as he looked down at the sticky mess between us, his brown eyes gleaming with pride. “Well, hot damn! I fucked my boy good and proper, now didn't I?" he said, his deep drawl thick with satisfaction, his massive hand patting my thigh while the puddle of cum poured over his crotch and the bench, dripping off the edge in slow, heavy drops. I tried to laugh too, but it came out weak, my body still trembling, and I mumbled,

“Daddy, I don't think I can stand—gonna' need your help." My legs felt like jelly, shaky and useless from the pounding I'd taken, and he nodded, his grin softening as he slid his arms under me. With an easy flex, he lifted me to my feet, steadying me against his sweaty, cum-smeared muscles, his grip firm and warm as I leaned into him, my breath still uneven.

“Show me the way, darlin'," he cooed, and I pointed shakily toward the locker rooms at the back of the gym, my voice barely a whisper as I said,

“Over there." We started moving, his arm locked around my waist, holding me up as I stumbled forward, my hole still leaking—a steady trail of his thick, warm cum trickling down my thighs, leaving a wet trail on the floor with every step, the musky scent following us.

We shuffled into the men's locker room, my legs wobbling with every step as Logan kept me propped against his massive frame, his arm a steady anchor around my waist. A few steps later and we were in the men's showers: an old and cavernous room with no partitions or privacy, just opposing rows of old shower heads jutting from the painted concrete walls. The air weighed with the faint mildew tang of neglect that mixed with the musky heat radiating off us. Logan eased me against a wall, the cold surface biting into my back as he twisted on a couple of shower taps. Water sputtered out at first, then steadied into twin streams, warm and hissing as it hit the tile floor, steam curling up around us and washing away some of the sticky mess clinging to our bodies. “Got any soap 'round here, son?" he asked, his voice a deep rumble over the sound of the spray, his bright eyes scanning the bare space, his enormous, sweat-slick body glistening under the flickering overhead light.

I lifted a shaky hand, pointing toward the chipped wall dispensers bolted near the shower heads, their faded plastic casings holding a murky, off-brand soap. “Up there," I said, my voice still rough and tired, “but there aren't any washcloths in here. Just those dispensers." Logan glanced where I motioned, water streaming down his massive frame, and let out a low chuckle.

“Well, shit, son, guess we'll just have to make do with our hands then," he teased, his grin wide as he pressed the dispenser, a thick dollop of the cheap, eucalyptus-scented soap oozing into his palm. He turned to me, rubbing his hands together until they foamed, and started on me—his huge, rough fingers sliding over my shoulders, down my chest, lovingly rubbing the suds into my skin, groping my tired muscles with a firm, tender touch that made me sigh. I reached for the dispenser too, my smaller hands gathering soap as I ran them up his enormous arms, tracing the bulging contours of his triceps, the slick lather mixing with the water cascading over us. We took our time, groping and kissing each other as we went, slow and deep between passes, his lips warm and wet against mine, our hands roaming, squeezing, caressing every inch we could reach, the steam swirling around us while we washed away the mess of sweat and cum, lost in the quiet, intimate ritual of cleaning each other.

The warm water sluiced over us, but it was the sight, smell, and feel of Logan's amazing physique that lit me up again. His enormous, muscled body gleaming under the spray, rivers of soap suds carving paths down his rippling bulges, the musky, earthy scent of him cutting through the faint eucalyptus of the soap, as potent as ever. His huge hands roamed my body, slick and strong, and I felt my cock harden in no time, throbbing against my thigh despite the exhaustion, the raw power of him pulling me back in. I glanced down and saw his own cock thickening again, the massive length twitching as water beaded on its slick surface, and I couldn't resist. I leaned forward, one hand bracing against his hip, the other pulling his thick and heavy cock to my mouth before wrapping my lips around his huge head, barely able to fit it in my mouth, the stretch of my jaw immediate and intense. The taste hit me—salty, warm, a faint hint of soap mixed with his natural musk—and I moaned low, my tongue flattening against the underside as I sucked, struggling to take even a fraction of him, the sheer size overwhelming as water streamed down my face, soaking my hair while his thick, stirring cock pulsed against my lips, reigniting that wild hunger between us.

Logan let out a deep, rumbling moan as my lips worked around his massive head, the sound vibrating through the steamy shower, his huge hand sliding into my wet hair with a gentle grip. “Goddamn, son, you just can't get enough of your big Orca daddy, can ya?" he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure and a teasing edge while water cascaded over his broad shoulders, droplets clinging to the contours of his bulging pecs. I moaned in agreement, the muffled sound buzzing against his cock as I sucked harder, my tongue swirling over the slick, salty tip, barely able to handle his size but desperate for more, the heat of him filling my mouth while the shower's spray pounded my back. I bobbed my head for a little bit, my jaw aching, my own cock throbbing painfully as the feel of him drove me wild again. Then I pulled off with a gasp, water streaming down my face as I looked up at him, my voice raw and pleading. “Daddy, please—take me again, right here. I need you so bad," I begged, my hands clutching his thighs, the soap-slick muscle flexing under my fingers while I panted, the ache in my body screaming for him to fill me once more, right then and there in the shower.

Logan's hand tightened on my shoulder for a moment, his moan shifting into a low chuckle as he looked down at me, water streaming down his black and white skin. “I'd love to, son—God knows I would," he said, his voice a rough mix of lust and concern, “but I don't wanna hurt ya, and this soap ain't exactly the best lube for that tight little pucker of yours." His bright eyes softened, worry flickering through them as he brushed a thumb across my cheek, the warm spray soaking us both.

I shook my head, too far gone to care, my breath hitching as I rasped, “I don't care, Daddy, please—I need you," my hands gripping his thighs harder, the slick, muscled flesh hot under my palms. But he stopped me, his grip firm as he eased me back gently, murmuring,

“Hold on, darlin', lemme get us somethin' proper." And he stepped away, his enormous body shedding water in heavy sheets to splash across the tiles while he lumbered out of the shower, leaving a wet trail behind him. The cold air hit me without his warmth, my skin prickling while I waited until he returned, the TropiGlide bottle in hand, his wet, muscled bulk dripping everywhere as he rejoined me under the spray. He popped the cap with a grin, squirting a thick stream into his palm, and made quick work of lubing himself up again—his huge hand stroking his cock, the slick shine of it catching the light as he coated every inch, his eyes locked on mine with a promise that made my heart race.

Logan's voice cut through the hiss of the shower, warm and commanding as he held out a lubed hand and said, “C'mere, darlin', let Daddy Logan take care of ya." Water streamed down his massive body, beading on his slick, muscled chest while he stepped closer, and I stumbled forward, drawn to him like a magnet, my legs still shaky but eager. His arms wrapped around me in a loving hug, thick and strong, pulling me tight against his wet and warm body, the faint eucalyptus scent mingling with his heat as he lifted me effortlessly off the floor. My body pressed against his, skin sliding slickly together, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, my thighs clamping onto his hips, feeling the hard flex of his gorgeous ass under my heels. His hands shifted, one gripping my ass to hold me steady while the other guided his enormous cock, the thick, lubed head brushing my hole again, hot and insistent against my tender rim. I gasped into his chest, the shower's spray pounding my back as he lined himself up, the familiar stretch already sparking through me, my heart thudding with anticipation as his deep, steady breath warmed my ear, his presence overwhelming and perfect in the steamy, open space.

Logan's lips brushed my ear, his warm breath tickling my skin as he whispered, “You're too good to me, Andrew. Gonna take it nice and slow now," his voice a soft, sweet rumble that melted into me, steadying my racing pulse as his hands held me firm against him. Then he pushed, his enormous cock forcing back inside me, his huge head stretching my hole with a slow, relentless pressure that made me gasp, my mouth falling open against his chest as a deep groan tore out of me. The warmth was immediate: hot and pulsing, radiating through my core as he sank deeper, the intense, tight fullness overwhelming my senses again, my walls clenching around him while water streamed down us. My fingers dug into his muscled back, the slick, wet heat of his skin under my hands, and I groaned again, louder, the pressure building as he filled me inch by inch, a sensation so consuming I could feel it in my bones. In that moment, pinned against him, the steam swirling around us, I realized I never wanted to be without it—his heat, that stretch, my connection to him—and I whimpered up into his neck, “Daddy, don't ever stop," my voice raw and desperate, lost in the powerful and overwhelming feel of him claiming me again.

Logan's arms tightened around me, hugging me close as he began to make love to me under the hot water, his enormous strength holding me aloft effortlessly, my body weightless in his grip as the shower's spray poured down, steam curling around us in thickening clouds. His hips rocked slow and deep, each thrust driving his massive cock into me with a tender, steady rhythm, the slick heat of him filling me over and over, the lube making every slide a smooth, searing bliss that left me trembling. “You're perfect, son—so damn perfect," he whispered into my ear, his voice a low, soothing coo that sent shivers down my spine, his lips brushing my skin as he went on, “Thank ya for makin' this night so special. Means the world to me." His words poured over me, sweet and grateful, mixing with soft growls of “My good boy, lovin' me so sweet" while he held me tight, his giant hands splayed across my back, his hips shoving his huge dick inside me. I was reduced to a moaning, panting mess, my mouth splayed open against his broad chest, my head resting there as drool slipped from my lips, my gasps and whimpers muffled by his slick, muscled pecs. The pressure, the warmth, the overwhelming feel of him moving inside me—it broke me apart, my body shuddering in his arms, my voice a raw, endless chant of “Daddy" while he fucked me, every thrust and whisper pushing me deeper into a haze of ecstasy and surrender.

My hands roamed frantically, groping whatever muscle I could reach; his thick biceps bulging under my fingers, the hard ridges of his shoulders flexing as he held me up, the slick, wet heat of his skin slipping beneath my palms as I clawed at him, desperate to feel every inch of his power. My cock ground hard against his abs, the tight, rippling wall of muscle rubbing me raw with every thrust, the friction sparking jolts of pleasure that made my hips buck in his grasp. Logan's pace increased, his thrusts growing faster, deeper, his enormous cock plunging into me with a hungry edge, the slick, pounding rhythm shaking my whole body as he growled low, “Fuck, you're so tight! I can't get enough of ya squeezin' me like this."

His words fuelled me, and I cried out, my voice breaking over the roar of the showers, “Gods you're so hot and strong, Daddy. So big and beautiful!" I couldn't stop, the words spilling out as I panted against his chest, my mouth brushing his pecs, “So huge—fuck, you're perfect!" The sheer size of him, the way his enormous muscles flexed with every move overwhelmed me. His strength lifting me, his cock stretching me, his abs grinding my cock: I was a moaning, thrashing mess, lost in the wild, primal beauty of him fucking me harder and harder.

His strength soon increased beyond what my body could handle, his relentless thrusts and the slick grind of my cock against his rock-hard abs pushed me to the edge faster than I could process, my body trembling in his iron grip. My hands clawed at his shoulders, slipping on his wet, bulging muscles, and I couldn't hold on. My pleasure coiled tight and snapped. “Fuck I'm gonna cum again!" I cried out, my voice a raw, desperate shout that echoed off the concrete, and moments later, I did, my cock pulsing weakly as I painted his abs with a thin, shuddering load, the warm spurts smearing between us, washed away almost instantly by the shower's spray. Logan groaned deep, his hips stuttering as he felt me clench around him, his massive cock throbbing inside me. “I'm close too… Gonna fill ya' up again, cute boy!" he moaned, his voice a rough, needy growl, his arms squeezing me tighter against his chest as he thrust harder, chasing his own release. The intensity of him—the heat, the pressure, his sheer size—overwhelmed me, my gasps turning to whimpers as I clung to him, my body spent but aching for the flood I knew was coming, his every move promising to drown me in him once more.

“Aww fuck, here it comes!" Logan's arms crushed me against him, his massive biceps flexing hard as he squeezed me tight, his breath hitching into a loud, primal moan that roared through the shower, drowning out the hiss of the water as he came hard inside me. “I'm-I'm cummin', boy'! Unnngh! Take all of Daddy's load!" he bellowed, his voice raw and shuddering, his hips slamming up one last time as his enormous cock pulsed, unleashing another huge whale sized load that flooded my ruined ass with a searing, relentless torrent. The heat hit me like a wave, thick and overwhelming, pouring into me with such force that I felt it swell inside, my stretched hole unable to contain it as it spurted out around him, hot and sticky, streaming down his cock before mixing with the shower's spray in a messy cascade. I squirmed in his grip, my gasps swallowed by the sheer power of his release, the slick, musky flood of him filling me again, every pulse a jolt that shook me while I clung to his sweat-slick chest, my face pressed against his heaving pecs. His moans echoed off the concrete, his strength pinning me in place as he emptied himself, the overwhelming sensation—hot, heavy, endless—leaving me trembling and whimpering, completely overtaken by the beastly, loving force of him.

Logan's orgasm stretched on for a few more moments, his massive body shuddering while his cock throbbed inside me, each pulse sending another hot, thick spurt of whale cum into my overstretched hole, his moans softening into deep, ragged breaths that vibrated through his chest. “Goddamn, son, you're milkin' me so good again," he panted, his voice hoarse with satisfaction as he squeezed me again, his arms loosening just enough to let me feel the tremble in his muscles. But unlike before, he moved to pull out, slow and careful, his enormous length sliding free with a slick, wet sound. And as soon as he did, another deluge spilled out of me: a warm and heavy flood of his cum gushing from my ruined ass, too much for my body to hold. The shower's hot water aided it, washing the thick, sticky mess down my thighs in swirling streams, the musky scent rising in the steam as it flowed across the tiled floor to slowly find its way to the drain. I moaned weakly, my legs still wrapped around his waist, my body limp and quivering in his grip while the sensation of emptiness mixed with the dripping aftermath, the air thick with the raw evidence of him as we stood panting under the spray.

I felt heavy and exhausted, slick with water and the remnants of Logan's cum trickling down my legs while he held me, his breath slowing as droplets clung to his bulging shoulders, glistening in the dim light. Logan shifted, his hands sliding under my thighs, and he lifted me up again with that effortless strength, pulling me close so my face was level with his. “C'mere, Andrew," he murmured, his voice a tender growl, and he kissed me, deep and soft, his lips warm and wet against mine, tasting faintly of soap and him as his tongue brushed mine in a slow, loving sweep. He pulled back just enough to whisper, “You make me so damn happy, darlin'—ain't never felt nothin' like this," his bright eyes shining with a raw, honest joy that made my chest tighten.

I kissed him back, my arms looping around his thick neck, my fingers tangling together while I mumbled against his lips, “Me too, Daddy… I—I can't believe we did this!" My voice cracked, disbelief and gratitude flooding me as I pressed my forehead to his, the water streaming around us, washing away the mess with a warmth of what we'd shared, our panting breaths mingling in the steamy air.

We were wrapped up in each other, the shower's heat still clinging to us while we kissed, when without warning, the gym's ancient hot water heater gave up and unleashed a torrent of ice on us, shattering our steamy haze with a cold snap. I practically shrieked while Logan groaned, the chill biting into my skin as the cold water streamed down on us. “Ugh… Guess we pissed someone off," I grumbled as I pressed closer to Daddy's warm skin, the contrast of his heat against the cold making me smirk despite the shock.

Logan chuckled, a deep, rolling sound that vibrated through his chest while he shifted his grip on me, one massive arm sliding under my thighs to hold me steady. “You're a riot," he said, his voice thick with amusement as he reached up with his free hand, twisting the shower taps off with a quick flick, the icy flow cutting out as abruptly as it started. Water dripped from his muscled frame, splashing the tiles as he turned and carried me out of the showers, his wet footsteps echoing in the open space while I clung to him, laughing softly, the lingering warmth of his body a shield against the damp chill.

Logan carried me out of the shower's dripping echo, his hydrophobic skin shedding water with every step, and gently set me down on a worn wooden bench in the locker room, the cold surface biting into my wet skin as I shivered slightly, still buzzing from his orgasm. He stood over me, his enormous muscles dripping, the water droplets forming streams down his gorgeous frame. “Where's the towels at, son?" he asked, his voice a low rumble while he scanned the gym.

I pointed a shaky finger toward the locker room door, my breath still uneven as I said, “In the staff room. Grab the white ones on the shelf. They're the good ones." He nodded with a grin and lumbered off, his wet feet slapping the floor and leaving a trail of puddles as he disappeared through the doorway. Moments later, he returned, four thick, white towels draped over his broad shoulders, their clean laundry scent a faint relief against the lingering cheap eucalyptus. He handed me two of them and we started drying each other, his huge hands rubbing the soft fabric over my arms and chest, wiping away the chill while I reached up and ran my towel over his massive shoulders, tracing the hard lines of his muscles, the damp heat of his skin warming the cloth. We moved slow, our touches lingering, the room silent around us save for the buzzing lights, dripping water and soft rustle of towels, the intimacy of it grounding us after our wild storm.

Logan paused as he rubbed the towel over my back, his massive hands slowing, the soft fabric soaking up the last of the water clinging to my skin as the gym's hot air settled around us, still faint with the scent of soap and laundry. He cleared his throat, his voice dropping to a careful, almost shy rumble as he said, “Don't wanna be too presumptuous, son, but what you got goin' on tonight?" His brown eyes flicked to mine, a hint of hesitation in them despite the warmth, his enormous body looming close while he draped a towel over his shoulder. I smirked, feeling the ache in my legs and the sharp throb in my ass from everything we'd done.

“Well, seeing is I can barely feel my legs and my ass is numb, my guess is I have a date with my couch and a bunch of ice packs." I replied, my tone teasing but honest, a tired laugh slipping out as I rubbed a hand over my sore thigh. Logan grinned and stepped closer, his chuckle deep and rich.

“Well now, that don't sound like much fun at all."

“Kinda' your fault." I laughed.

“All the better I make it up to you by showing you some of that world famous southern hospitality now, don't you think?" His smile spread wider. "How about it, darlin'? You come on over to my place and I make us some dinner? I'm sure I can find you an ice pack or three while I'm at it. Take real good care of ya, make sure you're comfy." His drawl was soft and inviting, his touch gentle and assured, promising more than just a night of recovery as my heart skipped at the thought.

I shifted on the bench, the towel still draped over my lap, and hesitated, the ache in my body making me pause as I looked up into Logan's wide face. “I don't wanna impose," I said, my voice soft and unsure, the hot gym air brushing my damp skin as I rubbed my neck, feeling the weight of his offer.

Logan's grin widened, and he crouched down to try and meet my eyes, his massive hand resting on my shoulder, warm and steady. “Impose? I want ya to come over, Andrew. Ain't no trouble at all, just wanna look after ya proper," he insisted, his deep voice firm but tender, his bright eyes locking with mine, full of that easy confidence that made it impossible to say no.

I smiled, happiness bubbling up despite the sharp pain that shot from my stretched hole as I shifted, a wince twisting my face as I nodded. “Okay, I'd love that," I agreed, my voice catching slightly from the sting.

"Well how about that," he boasted, clearly elated by my answer. “Sure am glad I stopped at the butcher's this afternoon. Love me a mean ribeye!"

I smiled and replied,"And I like me a big hunk… of… of meat!" Cheesy, but it had us both chuckling.

Logan straightened up, glancing toward the door. “That black and orange bag in there yours, darlin'?" he asked, and when I nodded, he strode off with a spring in his step, his bare feet slapping the floor and returning moments later with our gym bags slung over his shoulder. He set them beside me, and I rummaged through mine, pulling out a clean t-shirt and shorts, the dry fabric a relief against my skin as I changed, wincing again as I stood, the soreness a constant reminder of him while he watched me with a gentle, protective gaze.

I zipped up my bag, feeling the throb in my ass while I glanced at the massive Orca, his gorgeous body still bare, the towel slung over his shoulder. “You got some clean clothes in there?" I asked, my voice light but curious, nodding toward the gym bag he'd dropped near the bench. “I doubt we have anything here that would fit you." Logan just grinned, tossing his towel aside with a casual flick and rummaged through his bag, pulling out a tight black tank top and a pair of shorts.

“Always have a spare tank on hand," he answered before slipping it over his head, the fabric stretching taut over his enormous pecs and shoulders, hugging every bulge and curve of his muscled torso like a second skin, his dorsal fin sticking out the back. Then he tugged on his shorts, the material clinging to his mountainous thighs and accentuating the bulge hanging between them. He caught me staring again and smirked. “Love how these feel 'gainst my muscles. Nice and snug, keeps 'em all tight," he said, his drawl laced with a playful pride as he flexed his arms, the tank's seams straining against his frame. “Doesn't hurt when I gotta' cute boy to show off in front of, neither…" I couldn't take my eyes off him: the way the clothes molded to his physique, every ripple and vein popping under the thin fabric, his sheer size and power on full display.

“Fuck me, you're so hot," I blurted, my voice thick with awe, a flush creeping across my face while I stared, the sight of him in those tight clothes stirring me all over again despite the ache, his grin widening at my compliment while he flexed for me.

Eventually he stopped flexing with a deep chuckle, and when I slung my bag over my shoulder, I caught the messy trail of our lovemaking streaked across the gym floor: puddles of cum and water stretching from atop the bench to the showers in a sticky, musky testament to what we'd done. Guilt jabbed at me and I groaned, moving to grab a stack of the gym's crappy old towels from a nearby shelf before dropping to my knees and fighting with the sharp pain shooting from my stretched out ass with my every move. “Can't leave this behind." I muttered, wincing as I scrubbed at the slick mess, the faint bleach scent of the towels mixing with the lingering tang of our sex in the air, my thighs trembling from the effort.

Logan watched me for a second, then laughed softly and knelt beside me, his giant body dwarfing mine as he snatched another towel. “Lemme' help you out," he said, his voice warm as he started wiping down the floor, his strong hands making quick work of the spills. “I made most of the mess, anyhow." I couldn't help but steal glances of him at work, the tight tank top stretched over his flexing muscles while we cleaned side by side. The floor squeaked under our efforts, the mess slowly disappearing, and despite the sharp pains, I couldn't help but smile at him, his presence turning even this grunt work into something shared and oddly sweet.

Eventually, we scrubbed the floor as best we could, the old garage-styled tiles gleaming dully under the gym's buzzing lights, the last traces of our messy lovemaking reduced to damp streaks that would dry by morning. My hands ached from wringing out the soaked towels, their soggy weight heavy with water and whale cum, and Logan helped me haul them to the ancient washing machine in the staff room, tossing them in with a wet thud before I dumped in some detergent, slammed the lid shut and hit start. We killed the lights and shuffled out through the front door, the warm evening air greeting my damp skin like a hug while I fumbled with the keys. Locking up the deadbolt with a satisfying clank, I turned, squinting at the setting sun bleeding orange and pink across the horizon, the last rays glinting off the parking lot while I stood beside him, the ache in my ass a quiet reminder of our shared ecstasy behind those doors.

I turned to face him, looking up and over his enormous chest while I shoved my hands in my pockets, a sheepish grin tugging at my lips. “Guess you're gonna have to find a new gym again. Sorry I wrecked this one for you," I said, my voice soft against the distant hum of traffic, the ache in my body pulsing with every shift of my weight. Logan just threw his head back and laughed, a deep, rolling jubilation that carried across the lot, his massive hand clapping my shoulder.

“Hah! Hell, son, if that's what you call wreckin' a place, I can't wait 'till we do it again! 'Sides, I've met me a local boy who can show me 'round town now, ain't that right? We can find a new place together!" His drawl was playful as ever while his brown eyes twinkled down at me. The image of us walking into a gym together popped into my mind and I smirked while imagining the look on the employee's face, nodding to his words before my gaze drifted to the parking lot. Landing on a brand-new pickup truck parked next to my hatchback, I let out a low whistle, the sound sharp in the quiet dusk.

“Damn, Logan, that yours?" I asked, my voice thick with admiration while we walked toward his pristine machine, its white paint gleaming under the fading sun while its chrome rims caught the light. The same KnightLite Homes logo was emblazoned along the side, just as I'd seen on the billboards.

"Sure is! Picked him up as a parting gift for myself right before I left Louisiana. He's a hell of a ride out on the long stretches."

“I'll bet!" I answered while I popped the trunk of my car. “So, should I follow you or…?" A big hand on my shoulder stopped me in my tracks.

“How's about you leave your car here for the night and we'll come back for it in the mornin'?"

It wouldn't have been the first time I'd done that, and there wasn't anything inside it worth stealing anyway. I held onto my bag, grabbed my sunglasses and made sure it was locked before turning to face the huge truck parked next to me.

Logan was a true southern gentleman and insisted on opening his passenger door for me. He closed it after I climbed in and strolled over to the driver side while tossing his gym bag in the truck bed. The interior was huge and luxurious; black leather and natural wood grain accents with hardly a mark on anything. Looking over my shoulder, I imagined what it would be like to have him laying his weight on top of me while he fucked me on the spacious back seats.

He climbed in, closed the door and the diesel engine roared to life. He rubbed the steering wheel fondly before putting it into gear and heading out of the parking lot. I watched him as he drove, his enormous frame sat snugly behind the steering wheel, his dorsal fin and fluke sticking through the custom designed seat back. I let out a contented sigh and sunk into the plush leather seat.

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“Hang on… You said you met at work."

“We did."

“Yeah, but, I thought you meant like, you met when you went for your interview with Knight Light. Not that he came into the gym one night and fucked the shit out of you!"

“And you two… Actually did it… In that gross old place?"

“Hah! Yeah, we did…"

“Well aren't you adventurous!"

“Tell me you both did a week of antibiotics after walking around barefoot in there. Gross!"

The fire crackles between us while the crickets sing their mindless songs, the starry night above gracing us with another beautiful summer's eve. My huge Orca returns with another bottle of wine for the four of us to share.

“Tellin' more stories, hun?" He asks while he takes a seat next to me.

“Just about how we met, is all."

“Yeah, and thanks for omitting all the raunchy details, dude. Could've gone my whole life without knowing all the stuff you're into. Yeesh!"

“At least we now know why your home gym smells all the time…"

“Hey!" I shoot back, “You said don't leave out any details!"

“That's not what I meant!"

“Yeah it was, you perv!"

A laugh is shared between the four of us.

“Sooo… Was it love at first sight, Lo?"

Logan smiles while he takes up two seats on the couch next to me.

“Yeah," he answers before placing a loving hand on my thigh. “Yeah, it was. I'd never felt anything for a guy like I did that night. Can't really describe it, come to think. He was just sitting there, alone an' flustered and cute as Hell when I walked in. One look and I was smitten."

“Awwww!"

“And you totally got fired, right?"

I laugh again while Logan pops the cork from the bottle in his hands. “Oh yeah. That next morning. Thankfully no one saw anything we did, but when I remembered I'd forgotten to plug all the security stuff back in, I knew I was screwed."

“Figuratively and actually."

“Meh. It was for the best. Thankfully I met a big business owner who found an opening for me."

I receive a raised eyebrow. “You mean on you."

“Oohh! Nice one!"

Logan smiles while he pours the bottle into our glasses. “Sounds like jealousy if I've ever heard it!"

“Anyway, enough of this what-goes-in-where talk, ya' nymphos! Have you chosen a venue for the ceremony yet?"

I slide a look to my hulking fiancé. “We were thinking of having it here."

“Oh yeah?"

Logan raises his glass and has a sip, his white gold engagement band catching the fire light. “Well, we figure what better place to be married than in the home we built together? We have enough room to comfortably host eighty or so, the house has five bathrooms and the yard sure is big enough. We've interviewed a couple'a caterers and we have the pool for the traditional cetacean part."

“Still not sure I want to be naked in front of all my friends, but his mum is big on religion." I add.

“I'm working on it, babe. You may get away with a bright blue speedo. And my niece and nephew are really looking forward to showing off their fancy water dancin'."

“Hah! Andrew in a blue speedo; now there's an image!"

“Better than having that hog out on display for everyone to stare at!"

“Well…Uhhmm…" I interrupt, “I… Might… Not… Be the only one…"

“Ahem! So, anyway," Logan interjects. “The real reason why we asked you boys 'round here tonight is because y'all are our best friends."

“And well… We don't just want you to be at our wedding." I add. “We're… hoping you would do us the honour of standing up for us. Dicks out or blue speedos and all."

Logan and I pause. We share a glance between us before turning to our friends. They're stunned into silence.

“So, whadd'ya say? Will you be our best men?"

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