After a series of email correspondence, Mr. Steele agreed to come to Marcus’ home and help him become acclimated with the fresh gym equipment. Upon arrival, Mr. Steele could scarcely fit thru the front door, he was so tall and broad. Marcus awed at the size of Mr. Steele—he could scarcely contain his enlivenment at observing the man in the flesh.Mr. Steele wondered if the itty-bitty stud in front of him might have bitten off more than he could chew. albeit in his twenties, Marcus was the size of a highly youthful teen. If not immensely careful and adeptly taught on how to safely utilize the equipment, there was real danger that this pint-sized pup could hurt himself. So, the old giant suggested to help Marcus learn how to treat and lift the various bars, pulleys and weights safely and responsibly.They embarked with some basic cower exercises. The lithe-bodied boy instantaneously impressed his towering trainer. Marcus caught on highly quickly how to lift and budge his body with near-perfect form and technique. As he practiced, Mr. Steele couldn’t help but notice the near-perfect form and sport of the lad’s rock-solid twink ass.After Marcus had ended the final few squats, Mr. Steele helped him place the club back on the rack. Instead of panting with exertion, like most of the customers that Mr. Steele worked with after such a workout, the energetic boy seemed like he was ready for more.Sure, Marcus might be a little guy, but he was quick to demonstrate that he was tough. Mr. Steele truly liked the twink’s feisty, good-natured personality, and he also truly liked Marcus’ sexy grin and gorgeous little body. As he had these thoughts, Mr. Steele noticed that the boy couldn’t keep his eyes off of the DILF’s quickly tenting gym shorts. He liked that, too.In the next moment, Mr. Steele and Marcus were all over each other. The super-ripped trainer couldn’t believe his luck as the boy bent into him and permitted Mr. Steele’s enormous hands to explore every inch of him.The darling boy would have absolutely let this sexy giant grope him all over, wherever and tho and for as lengthy as he wanted. But Marcus was aching to reciprocate all this tender attention back to Mr. Steele’s own shoulders, pecs, abs, and…elsewhere.Marcus and Mr. Steele examined and groped one another’s uniquely built and massively contrasting forms. The considerable size difference was such a turn on for them both--Marcus worshipped the fact that his whole pocket-sized framework could be fully enfolded into Mr. Steele’s mountainous mass.Marcus felt the pulsing of Mr. Steele’s jockstrap against him, and it was kicking off to drive him a little wild. In a sort of , he pawed his mushy face against the soft, thin fabric of the bodybuilder’s musky jockeys.Mr. Steele rumbled as the anxious boy got to work peeling off his undergarments and guzzling the shaft beneath. Marcus’ lil' mouth somehow engulfed the entirety of Mr. Steele’s turgid cock. And after a few sublime mins of mind-blowing twink head, the impassioned Mr. Steele suggested that they take their exercise to another level. He suggested that Marcus polish his dime-sized anus against the big iron club of the powerful personal trainer.Then, to Marcus’ delight, Mr. Steele spun the heated twunk around and punctured him in the reverse-cowboy position. The bright-eyed boy cried out with fun as he controlled the DILF’s submarine-sized schlong all the way inwards of him. Marcus marveled at how utter and satisfying the flaps of felt rippling thru his trembling waif frame.Soon, Mr. Steele taught Marcus to lift his little body up against his large framework and experience his freshly acquired cower exercises… only, to also do so while railing up and down on the giant’s dick. If the boy were being honest, this was the type of perspiring exercise that he had privately daydreamed about when provocative Mr. Steele over in the highly first place.Mr. Steele had fairly athletic stamina, but he knew at any moment he was going to erupt. With one massive hand, the mind-blowing hulk simply raised his twink customer and stood him up for one last set of plumb reps.Marcus scarcely had time to grip onto the weight rack and hold on as Mr. Steele drove his sausage up and impossibly deep into the boy’s tender insides. Marcus shook and wailed as he prayed the DILF colossus to pump a big flow into him.Seconds later, he got what he moaned for. Mr. Steele packaged his massive, beefy arms around his fresh boy-toy and splooged like a warship cannon. Marcus wailed with each massive volley of mancum that shot up inwards of his lil' rectum, lightly packing him up well beyond capacity.After Mr. Steele eventually pulled out, the cheeky cherub asked his fresh personal trainer if he would display him another exercise! The heaving hulk shot Marcus a grin—he was sure he had one more long, perspiring exercise in him.">