Workout and Fucking is pretty much the same

So I was working out at a nearby gym. It was nothing much, quite small but it was cosy. The best part was that the owner was a gay American guy, Jim who's very friendly. Once I was late and behind in a payment so I waited till I was the last person there before closing time and then approached him. I offered to blow him for an extension of my debt and he agreed promptly. He dropped his shorts and I knelt to suck him off.

He had a big dick and it was warm to the touch. I started straight on the head and licked the bright pink bulb. I tried going down on him but he was probably six inches long as I only reached two thirds. I massaged his balls and jerked him as my mouth sucked and my head bobbed. I felt something was wrong and realised his cock was not erecting or at least not fast. After ten long minutes, he was finally hard and at his full length of eight inches. That's when he stopped me. He pushed my head off and held it there as he looked me in the eyee saying, "Your technique is great and could make a man go back straight."

I stared awhile before realising what he meant. I stood up wiping my mouth, cheeks blushing furiously. He patted me on my shoukder, consoling me. He said, "I didn't expect you to be serious. And besides, you were so cute when you turn on that charm of yours. I didn't have the heart to reject it. Don't worry about the fee, take your time with it."

We went off to have some coffee and became friends since. He also told me that if I needed to get off or get a quickie, I was welcomed to use his gym as my personal sex palace. He told me that the dance studio was completely soundproof or if I want, he'll turn a blind eye when I go in the men's bathroom or vice versa. Heck, even the sauna was allowed.