[MF] My recently divorced gym crush ruined my body….by ALOT

This has been living rent-free in my head for months.

So I'm 19, and I started going to the gym a few months ago. Nothing crazy, just wanted to feel stronger, get a little thicker. And I'm usually in a big tee and leggings, trying not to make eye contact with anyone because… gym guys can be a lot.

Anyway, I'm at the squat rack one day, pushing heavier than usual, trying to impress no one, just myself. But on my last rep, I wobbled.. like legit lost my balance and the bar started to tilt back. I was two seconds from busting my ass when these strong hands grabbed the bar and steadied me.

Cue: him.

This older guy, like mid-40s maybe...salt and pepper hair, sleeves pushed up, forearms thick, eyes locked on mine like he wasn't even breaking a sweat.

"You okay?" he asked, voice low, calm.

I nodded, breathless. "Yeah. Thanks."

He smiled, slow and sure. "Careful with the ego lifts."

And walked away.

I watched him go like I was in a trance. Big broad back, tight black shirt. Thick thighs. I swear he didn't even look real.

I kept seeing him after that. Not in a creepy way..just… we were always there around the same time. He'd nod at me, sometimes toss a little advice. Spot me without asking. Always super respectful. Too respectful.

So I started wearing tighter stuff. Crop tops, short shorts. I'd catch him glance in the mirror. Never stared. But noticed.

I finally broke the ice after a workout one day. Said, "Thanks for not letting me die under a barbell."

He laughed. Said, "You looked too good to let that happen."

We ended up talking for like 45 minutes outside. Found out he was 43. Divorced. "Twelve years of marriage, and the last three were basically celibate," he said, not bitter, just matter of fact.

Something in me lit up. I'd never been with an older guy who looked this good before. My exes were all dumb boys who thought "foreplay" was a ten-second neck kiss. This man? He listened. Held eye contact. Made me feel… small. In the best way.

We finally went on a real date. Dinner. Wine. I wore a tight dress, no bra. He didn't touch me the whole night. Just looked at me like he was undressing me with his mind. I obviously knew i didnt want to go home alone..... so just like the dirty minded girl i am... I invited him in. "For a nightcap," I said, barely hiding my smirk.

As soon as the door closed, the tension snapped. It may sound too fast but the whole night kinda pushed us both to this moment....

He pinned me to the wall, not roughly, intentionally. Hands on my hips, lips at my neck. But he didn't kiss me yet. Just breathed on me. Said, "You sure?"

I nodded. "I've never done this with… someone older."

He looked at me like he wanted to ruin me. "Then let me show you what it's supposed to feel like."

And god, did he.

He picked me up and carried me to the bed like I weighed nothing. Took his time pulling my dress over my head, his eyes never leaving mine. "You're fucking beautiful," he said like he meant it, not like a line.

When he kissed me, it was slow and deep. Tongue barely teasing mine. His hands roamed, slow, confident. When he got to my panties, he rubbed over them, felt how wet I was already.

"All this for me?" he whispered.

"Yes," I breathed. "Touch me."

He pulled them down, spread my legs, and went down on me like a man starved. Tongue flat, slow circles on my clit. Two fingers easing in, curling just right. I came embarrassingly fast, gasping and grabbing his hair.

He didn't stop. Just kept licking, groaning against me. "You taste so fucking good."

I came again. Shaking. Barely able to speak.

Then he stood up, undressed ... and fuck. Thick, long, veins along the shaft. I bit my lip just seeing it.

"Ready?" he asked.

I reached down and guided him in myself. He stretched me so good I had to breathe through it. He stayed still at first, letting me adjust.

Then he started to move. Slow. Deep. Grinding his hips with every thrust. My back arched, legs around his waist, nails digging into his back.

He fucked me like he had nowhere to be. Like he wanted to make me feel every inch of him.

"You're so tight," he groaned in my ear. "I've thought about this since the gym."

Hearing that while he was deep inside me? I came again.

He flipped me over. Fucked me on my stomach, hand on my lower back, hips slamming into me. Every time I tried to moan, he'd shush me, whisper "Good girl" in my ear.

That was it. That broke me.

I came a fourth time. Legs shaking. He pulled out and came all over my ass, grunting my name like it punched the air out of him.

But it didn't stop there.

He got hard again. Fast. He cleaned me up then went down on me while I was still twitching. Made me come on his tongue again. Then fucked me again. Bent over. On top. On my side. Face to face while I whispered how full he made me feel.

It was like being worshipped. Destroyed.

We fell asleep in each others arms, both of us ruined.

Woke up an hour later.... Did it all over again.

That man gave me six orgasms in one night. I don't know what was more addictive, his dick or the way he looked at me like I was his.

I still see him.

Still get shaky when I do.

Still feel that first stretch every time I close my eyes.

And now? I'll never look at the squat rack the same way again. And yes there is a part two to this lmao... what? you think i wasnt gonna fuck him again?