Down the stairs

Bruce follows the sound, walking over to the entrance to the basement stairs. He opens the door and walks down the stairs. You hear that clanging noise get louder and to your relief, it's Mitch just lifting weights. Except, Mitch is jacked.

"Mitch," you ask, shocked at his new muscle. Bruce has never really been super attracted to him before. Not because Mitch wasn't hot, but he was married and that was a turn-off for Bruce. But in this moment, Bruce wasn't going to lie, Mitch's grunts as he pushed the weights, up and down, with those billowing muscles, were making him feel something.

"Hey Bruce Man!" Mitch says, putting his weights down and standing up, "What are you doing here." Bruce didn't know how to answer, but before he could sputter something out, Mitch continues. "Fuck this shirt is really hot man. I cut the sleeves off because it was too fucking tight, but now it's just sopping wet." Mitch says while simultaneously pulling it off, revealing Mitch's jacked body.

Had Mitch always looked like this or like am I dreaming? What the fuck is going on?

"Bro, since you're here could you spot me?" He said as he lay back down on the bench.

"Uh yeah sure," Bruce says walking behind the bench. Fuck bad Idea. Mitch's face was inches away from Bruce's crotch. Bruce tried his best to focus on the bar, going up and down, but it was no use. The more he tried to think about the bar, the more he wanted to look at Mitch's body. When he would look down at Mitch's red face, breathing heavy inches from his dick, he couldn't help himself. His dick was at full mast not before long, but Mitch didn't seem to notice.

"Twenty...Twenty-One...Twenty-Two...Twenty...Thhhrree," Mitch said as he was struggling to lift the weight. Bruce acted quickly, perhaps too quickly. He leaned forward and grabbed the bar from Mitch, hoisting it back into the handle. However, in the process, Bruce dick slapped Mitch in the face. Suddenly the room shifted, turning a shade of dark red and the temperature turned up. You look down at Mitch, whose eyes are wide.

"I'm sorry I,"

"Gimme that dick," Mitch says and suddenly, Bruce's clothes are gone, Mitch's hand shooting up to guide the cock into his mouth.

"What the..." Bruce began but he stopped, "Fuuuuuck that's good," Mitch moved a hand down his own pants and Bruce could see he wasn't the only hard man. Mitch starts sucking Bruce harder, taking the man down his throat. "Oh Fuck Mitch, I didn't know you wanted my dick this badly," Bruce begins to take control, thrusting his cock down Mitch's throat, pumping down his throat while Mitch ferociously jacking off himself, his pants disappeared. "I'm gonna cum..." Bruce says moaning out the words as he felt it happen. Bruce felt his cock pulse against the walls of Mitch's throat, spraying cum down the canal. Bruce pulled out of Mitch. He had been so focused on his own orgasm, he only just now saw that Mitch's chest was also covered in the thick white cum.

"That was fucking awesome," Mitch said sitting up, "hottest fucking thing,"

"Hotter than," then it hit Bruce, "Your wife?" Bruce not only fucked a straight guy but a married one.

"Hotter than my wife," Mitch repeats back, "Hotter than my wife," he says a second time, but this time more enthusiastically.

"Oh my god, I got to get out of here," Bruce says, walking quickly to the stairs.

"What please don't go!" Mitch shouts, "I wanna fuck some more," but Bruce takes no heed as he runs up the stairs and into the foyer. Seeing the front door, he opens it and runs out.