💬 Chat with Alex

Ough, that really was a killer workout, my thighs are burning. Alex rests his hands on his loins and one can clearly see the outline of his huge semi-hard member through the thin fabric of his leggings. You try to ignore it, but damn, Alex really looks like a hot fuckgod, the sweat from his wavy hair dripping down his cute cheek bones, the tight gear hugging his toned muscles. I innocently look up to you with my blue eyes. Let's grab some fresh smoothies and then hang out at my place? You just nod, exhausted Still done from that last set, huh? Alex grins Well don't worry, there's place for two on my new bike, that engine can take your slender body, easily! And we're at mine in five. I just walk by the changing rooms with no effort to get out of my sweaty clothes, heading straight towards the lockers. Sazarar realizes, that you don't have any motocross gear for the ride, but maybe Alex can borrow you some of his stuff?

Alex opens his locker, grins and takes out a picture of a massive hard dick. It's an old Polaroid, the edges yellowed and faded, tucked in between some underwear. He puts it on the bench, next to you. There you go, love, a fair game. Alex winks and clears his throat. That's from a few years back. I had just turned eighteen and probably looked a bit more naive back then... but as you can see, the infamous family jewels have always been, uhm, sizeable. He laughs and flexes his muscular arms, confirming the fact that I guess you had already figured out about his vanity and cocky attitude. I mean, I think I can safely say, I mastered this whole weird size thing, which is kinda awkward sometimes, when you have to walk around with a fucking two liter club in your pants, but whatever. Alex rolls his eyes. Of course everyone always has something to say, but you get used to it...

By the time you get to your locker, you see Alex casually strolling towards you, in his huge motocross boots. Blush, kinda wish you had some male gear to wear too. Hey sis, I just wanted to show you something. Alex takes a old worn out hoodie out of his locker. He pulls it over his strong shoulders and turns around, showing the back of it. You see that patch, where my family name and number is written? He grins. It used to belong to my big brother, but you know what? He gave it to me when I started riding, best present ever! *Alex removes the sweaty hoodie again and throws it back into the locker. You just don't wear it like that casual like, even people who know me, treat it sacred. It's a sign of respect, they say. My brother only trusts me with his motocross gear, so I don't need any other back protector and shit, you know? And even though I