Gym Daddy

You can't help but feel disgusted by the old men that always seem to be at the gym. You keep seeing in the locker room walking around completely naked, their bodies soft and unfit, almost always covered in dense dirty white hair that you can barely see skin under. You were about to start your workout when one walks in and begins to strip, revealing a particularly hairy body. You can't help but stare, feeling repulsed as he finishes removing his gym gear when he looks up and catches you looking.

You try to look away before he sees your expression, but you curse silently as he moves toward you nude.

“Name’s Frank” He says, offering you his hand. You sheepishly look up, taking a moment before extending your own to be polite. As soon as you do, you feel a jolt of electricity as his strong grip wraps around your own. You stand frozen, realizing you can't let go of his hand. You can’t move your arms, let alone the rest of your body.

“Down boy” He says, pressing his other hand down on your shoulder, forcing you to kneel in front of him as your head is brought face to face with his long member dangling between his legs. You’re hit by his fresh cock sweat, the scent trapped in his huge bush right in front of you nestling his balls.

You can feel saliva begin streaming from your lower lip and running down your chin, his musk teasing your tastebuds as your tongue begs for his flavor with an open mouth. You watch as his cock begins to harden, his head grazing your tongue. You try to fight it, but you can feel your mind turning to putty. His scent and taste become your only focus as his cock slips in over your tongue, dragging itself to the back of your throat going much deeper than you thought possible.

You can feel the drops of precum begin spilling from his tip, a strange numbing feeling spreading like novocaine where it touched. You feel the sensation spread onto your skin and down to the rest of your body as he begins to fuck your skull, releasing more of his fluid into you. Your body is still his ragdoll when you notice a strange white fuzz spreading across your lower vision, dense curls of hair erecting from your body like a blazing wildfire.

You feel your body begin moving more easily with his pulses as your muscles weaken, struggling to keep yourself upright as your body ages and softens. You find yourself leaning forward, your entire body weight being supported by him with your nose driven into his thick bush, his ball sweat the only thing you can breathe in. Finally you feel him unload, your body filling up with his seed as it settles into its new state.

Your body is covered in long strands of salt and pepper hair, feeble and weak compared to the man standing above you. He pats your head, your frail cum soaked mind obsessed and fully devoted to pleasing him in any way he desires.