It was 12 noon when Cole swung his long muscular legs over t..

It was 12 noon when Cole swung his long muscular legs over the edge of the bed and pulled himself up. His cock was rock hard with morning wood as he gripped and pulled it. He had gotten home from college for summer break and he was planning on spending the summer like this everyday, staying out partying late at night and sleeping in. His parents were already gone to work for the day, leaving the frat boy alone. He didn’t bother covering himself as he walked across his messy room. His clothes scattered across the floor. Cole smiled as he stood before the mirror, as he ran his hand down his smooth pecs and chisel 8 pack, admiring himself in all of his glory. At school he spent more time in the gym and fucking co Ed’s then actually in class, and it shows. His 6ft tall body was sculpted like a Greek god. His stomach was tight, with perfectly chiseled 8 pack abs. Deep v shaped cuts along the sides of his lower stomach, and visible road map veins led down to his impressive 8incn cock, and neatly trim pubes. He kept his heavy pecs smooth, to show off the huge slabs of muscles topped by large brown nipples. His legs were thick tree trunks covered in fine blonde hair, that made them look smooth from a distance. His quads were well defined and his calves were thick and well developed. He flexed his 21” guns in the mirror, showing off the thick layers of muscles. Cole smirked as he then pulled his arms behind his back, twisting his waist, to flex and pose. His triceps were perfect horseshoes, and back was shredded with layers of muscles on top of muscles. He couldn’t resist checking out his ass. It was hairless and looked as if it was sculpted from the purest marble. “No wonder the girls and fags love it,” he smirked at his reflection. Lastly he ran his right hand through his long blonde hair, pushing it out of his handsome face. His biceps were almost as big as his head. Cole was planning to reunite with some old jock friends that evening with a small pool party, but before then he planned to work on his deep tan and workout. Wrapping only a tan around his narrow waist he walked out of his room and headed toward the pool. The large mansion was deserted. Once outside by the large swimming pool, Cole freely dropped his towel. He was not shy about showing off his body. Cole then laid face down on the cushion chaise lounge. The sun felt so good on his hard youthful muscles, especially his statuette bubble ass. He was soon drowsing off. However, Cole was woken by a touch on his wide left hamstrings. Startled Cole jerked his head up to over his mountainous shoulders. “Sorry to startle you,” the gardener Jorge smiled at the surprised Cole. “What are you doing,” Cole tried to grab his towel. Jorge held out his hands. They were covered with sunscreenlotion. “You're going to burn. You don’t want to burn,” Jorge smiled. “That ok, I don’t need any,” Cole started to pull himself up but Jorge stopped him. “Nonsense, you don’t want that beautiful behind to burn do you,” the older Hispanic man laughed and spanked Cole’s firm right ass cheek. The slap was loud as the older man hand smacked the firm youthful cheek. The meaty glute bounced at the impact. “Ugh,” Cole grunted and put his head back down. Jorge started to rub lotion onto the muscular firm ass cheeks, kneading and rubbing the smooth glutes, “your ass got bigger since you were away at school.” Cole just grunted in response. He was embarrassed as he hid his hard cock under him as his ass was massaged. Jorge was the first and only man to ever fucked the straight muscle jock. Despite how much Cole denied it, he was so aroused by the control the poor gardener had over him. The Hispanic man’s rough, callous hands felt so good on his smooth firm ass. “I missed that pretty ass of yours,” Jorge smirked as he spread the hard glutes. “Such a smooth baby butt.” “Please,” Cole moaned as the air hit his tight hole. Cole buried his head into the chaise pillow and gripped the sides of the lounge chair as he felt Jorge’s lotion coated finger stroking and teasing his hole. His shredded back flexed in anticipation. “My beautiful boy,” Jorge whispered and pushed a finger into Cole’s hole. “You are tight. Don’t say no one at your fancy school fuck that pretty boy pussy.” “No, sir,” Cole moaned. All the arrogant attitude that Cole had at school and away from the house faded as the family servant reassured his control over the spoiled brat. “You kept your boy pussy just for old Jorge,” the gardener laughed as he stroked Cole’s insides. “Yes, sir. My boy pussy belongs to you,” Cole’s deep masculine voice cracked as he whimpered. Gone was the straight macho jock facade as Cole spread his powerful legs, straddling the chaise lounge, and pushing his bubble ass out like a horny slut. Cole wasn’t the only member of the privileged upper class family that the gardener was fucking, but Cole was his favorite. Jorge squeezed in a second finger. As he moved his fingers in and out of the tight hole, stretching it, Jorge used his other hand to rub the sunscreen up the wide ripped back. His touch felt so good against Cole’s flawless hard body. Jorge tried to spread his fingers inside Cole’s hole as much as he could, stretching the tight insides causing Cole to groan. His prostate was being poked and it was driving him crazy. “Fffuck, please,” Cole buried his head into the cushions. Jorge smirked and pulled his fingers from Cole’s incredible ass. He then stood up to unzip his coveralls, revealing his throbbing cock. The older man gripped his cock, coating it with the sunscreen, as he admired the adonis’s sweat coated back. Cole was breathing heavily, knowing what was to come. Jorge missed the tight jock ass and couldn’t wait to fuck it again. The older Hispanic man lowered himself between the spread, powerful legs, and aiming his cock between the tight ass cheeks. Cole’s grip on the chaise tightened as the thick cock poked his boypussy. Jorge whispered into Cole’s ear, licking the earlobes, “relax baby, relax that sexy boypussy.” Then with a grunt, Jorge pushed into the rich white boy’s beautiful ass. Cole groaned loud as he was penetrated. Cole’s ass was pure heaven around Jorge’s cock as the gardener pushed deeper into it. Jorge pressed against the younger man’s muscular back. Cole felt the older man’s breath on the back of his thick neck. Jorge eased out and thrusted back in, plowing Cole deeper into the chair under him. As he pounded harder and deeper into the jock frat boy, Jorge gripped Cole’s longish blonde hair and pulled his head up. Cole’s eyes were rolled back into his head from his prostate getting rammed over and over. Jorge kissed and nibbled on the cords of muscles on the boy’s thick neck. Cole’s cellphone beeped, notifying him of a text from his jock friends. Cole ignored it, but Jorge smirked as he noticed the mention of a pool gathering Cole had planned. “You're going to provide me with more rich jock meat,” Jorge kissed Cole’s right ear. “Fffuck, yes, whatever you want, sir,” Cole moaned. Before leaving for college, Cole had already helped his family’s perverted gardener to fuck and break a couple of his former friends. “Ugh, you such a good jock slave,” Jorge groaned and pushed deep into Cole. Jorge paused, enjoying the boy’s incredible ass muscles flexing around his cock. Then with a deep grunt he fucked Cole harder and came deep inside of him. Upon feeling the warm seed filling him, Cole cried out and came as well. He came long and steady. Cole never came so much or hard when he was fucking a woman.