Marcus, Chapter 13: Working Up a Sweat
Marcus Rivers was downright sick of being called “little.” Sure, he was barely over five foot tall, but the reality was that the seemingly diminutive lad was tough as nails. However, the boy was so scrawny that he was always being underestimated and judged based on how he looked. So, Marcus decided to do something about it.
Marcus recalled an ad in the local paper featuring a former body-building champion named Mr. Steele, who could be hired to be a personal trainer. When Marcus saw the accompanying picture of Mr. Steele next to the ad, his jaw nearly hit the floor. The hulking heavyweight wasn’t just huge, Marcus thought. He was sexy as fuck!
Lucky for the little lad, Mr. Steele was more than happy to show Marcus the ropes on how to safely and effectively utilize gym equipment. As the mountainous DILF instructed the eager boy on how to properly do squats, he couldn’t help but notice how the boy wasn’t able to keep his hungry, salacious eyes off of the sizable bulge in his gym shorts.
After a shared and knowing glance, Mr. Steele and Marcus were all over each other. The trainer couldn’t believe his luck as the doll-sized boy leaned into him and allowed Mr. Steele’s enormous hands to explore every inch of him.
The darling boy would have absolutely let this sexy giant touch him all over, wherever and however and for as long as he wanted. But Marcus was aching to reciprocate all this tender attention back to Mr. Steele’s own shoulders, pecs, abs, and…elsewhere…
