Got fucked hard by my gymcrush [FM]

So I'm 19, been hitting the gym for like a month now, trying to get that summer body, ya know? I'm not super fit yet, but I'm working on it—mostly just cardio and some light weights squating. Anyway, last week I'm at the gym, sweating my ass off on the treadmill, when I see him. This dude, prolly 22, is straight-up a Greek god. Tall, ripped as fuck, with these broad shoulders and biceps that look like they could crush me. He's doing deadlifts, grunting, sweat dripping down his neck, and I'm just… staring. I can't help it. I'm undressing him with my eyes, imagining his abs, his tight ass, that V-line disappearing into his shorts. My pussy's tingling just watching him lift, and I'm trying not to trip on the damn treadmill.

He catches me staring, and I swear he smirks. I'm mortified, but I keep sneaking glances, picturing his dick slamming into me. After his set, he walks over to the water fountain near me, and I'm like, fuck it, I'm gonna talk to him. I hop off the treadmill, wipe the sweat off my face (prolly looked like a hot mess), and go fill my bottle next to him. I say something dumb like, "Nice lifts, you make it look easy." He laughs, all chill, and says, "Thanks, you are looking good on the threatmill too" His voice is deep, and I'm already wet just hearing it.

We chat a bit—turns out he's a senior at my college, lives off-campus. He's flirty, asking if I come to the gym a lot, and I'm trying not to blush like an idiot. Before I leave, he's like, "Yo, wanna grab coffee sometime? I'm here most evenings." I give him my number, heart pounding, and I'm basically floating home.

Two days later, we meet up at this coffee shop, but it's clear we're both thinking about more than coffee. He's wearing this tight shirt that shows off every muscle, and I'm in leggings and a crop top, hoping he's checking me out too. We talk, but the tension's insane—his eyes keep drifting to my lips, my tits. He suggests we chill at his place, says it's close. I know what's up, and I'm so down.

We get to his apartment, and the second the door closes, he's on me. He grabs my face, kisses me hard, his tongue deep in my mouth, tasting like mint and coffee. I'm moaning already, my pussy soaking through my panties. He pulls my top off, grabs my tits, and says, "Fuck, you're going to remember this." I'm clawing at his shirt, feeling his abs, and when I pull his shorts down, his dick springs out—thick, hard, veins popping. I'm drooling.

He doesn't waste time. He pushes me onto his couch, yanks my leggings off, and spreads my legs. "You want this, don't you?" he growls, and I'm nodding like crazy, my pussy dripping. He slams his dick into me, no warning, and I scream—half pain, half fucking bliss. He's rough, pounding my pussy so hard the couch is creaking, his balls slapping my ass. I'm gripping his shoulders, nails digging in, screaming, "Fuck me harder!" He grabs my hair, pulls my head back, and fucks me deeper, my pussy clenching around his cock.

Then he flips me over, ass up, and starts throatfucking me. His dick's choking me, cum and spit dripping down my chin, but I'm loving it, gagging and moaning. He's calling me a "dirty slut," and it's making me wetter. He pulls out, shoves me back on the couch, and rams his cock back into my pussy. I'm shaking, can't control my body, my legs trembling as he hits that spot over and over. I squirt, soaking his couch, my juices dripping down my thighs. He doesn't stop, just fucks me through it, grunting, "Take it, you fucking love this."

I'm holding him tight, my body spazzing, and he's growling, "I'm gonna cum." I'm too gone to care, just moaning, "Do it!" He pulls out, grabs my hair, and shoves his dick down my throat. He cums hard, hot ropes of cum filling my mouth, spilling out cause I can't swallow fast enough. I'm gasping, my pussy still pulsing, my whole body shaking like I'm possessed.

We collapse and keep kissing for a while I think I catched some feelingss and I loved the sexxx.