Coolstuff goes to the gym, and he goes to his daily treadmill to run a few laps. Right as he is about to push "start", he stares and guides his eyes upon a mask of a man, someone who is very big and strong also known as "The Spy". His beautiful, yet sleek suit along with his textured eyes burns something inside of Coolstuff, yet he doesn't know what it is. Emotions he can't explain with words, they can only be explained with actions, so he walks up to the Spy, chest puffed out, drained in sweat. He says "S-Spy kun! I am such a big fan of your big fanly manly muscles and that tight, humongous-". Just as he was about to say what drawn Coolstuff to the Spy, he puts his hand up and says, "Slap my hand, slap it now!". Now Coolstuff is given a choice; he could either grab his gingerly-thin hand and slap his bony fingers against the Spy's leather hand, OR he could do what he HAD to do, do what no man has ever done in a gym like this, one move that can even put their relationship that only just started on the line, but he knew; he knew what he would do. He got on his knees, and said one more prayer before the sexening. He grabbed Spy's guess branded belt and unbuckled it with both nervousness and excitement. When it came loose, he dropped his $10,000 pants making sure to be careful not to ripple them too much, all the way down until he saw his boxers. Now came the point where he can't back out, he couldn't do anything to escape his path given to him without making a scene of himself. He grabbed the lip of the boxers and dragged down. What came from it was something that was shocking, but sensual. The one tool used by the Adam from Adam and Eve to make life such born from upon thy sex: It was his cock. *dun dun duuunn*. Coolstuff's eyes were glowing like Spy's cigarette, and Spy's face blushed redder than Hotstuff's spycrab. He grabs his "spy knife", and slowly opens his face vagina, aka his mouth and proceeds to lick his lips, making sure they aren't chapped for his now called "master". Spy doesn't want to waste more time, so he grabs the back of Coolstuff's head and forces it upon his shaft, Coolstuff did not account for the action Spy would do, so he immediately gagged, but it didn't faze for long, as he began the action of suck. Not even 2 minutes have passed by, and every gym member was pulling out their phone to record this monument of a moment. Around 5 minutes into the session Spy feels something, but not on the inside, like I mean literally on his nutsack, he was about to ejaculate. He yelps "I'm cumming!", with no warning and no past tense, Coolstuff quickly braces as he soon with feel the "love" of Spy coursing through his throat. And then, as he blows the loads out, and the man bazooka juice slides from his RPG, silence, white noise. After what felt like hours, it finally happens: The Spy cums in Coolstuff's mouth. His jizz was powerful when approaching his tongue, his tongue splits it apart like Moses parting the red sea. It oozes down upon his throat pipe, as the Spy's cock keeps pumping more cum out into his mouth. Little bits then and there get stuck between Coolstuff's teeth, but he wont mind since it will be a great reminder of the man in the mask, not dream, but a man with fortune, fashion, and most importantly, fanciness. As the cum slides down his throat into his stomach, Coolstuff thinks about his viewers, his friends, he realizes that this cannot go to the public, his friends, even family, for if they found out and realize his inner secret and true mindset, he might think his friends with be creeped out, and his family might disown him for who he is: A Spy "Main". As the final drops and strings of jizz surround his lips, whilst The Spy pulls out from his mouth, The Spy notices his mouth is very tight, like trying to pull a cork out of a wine bottle, but after a few tugs it loosens up. Spy, looking back at Coolstuff sees the aftermath of the session, his face looks like a blow-up doll from a retail store, mouth looking like a worn-down glory hole, and sweat dripping down more than his regular gym sessions. It was clear to Coolstuff; this was more of a workout than gym, and would happily do it again, he did more sucking than every Henry Vacuum would ever do, that sweat and tears were running from his face and body. Coolstuff stands up and thanks The Spy for his "trades", and the Spy pulls him in for an easy-going make-out session. When the two finished, the Spy pulls him close to his ear and whispers, "my dear garçon roux, tonight we take it to third base.". Coolstuff immediately says "Yes indeed, very yes.", smiling and blushing at him. He packs up his gym equipment and bag, both of with have not been used this entire time, goes to his car and drives home. While on the ride home, he questions himself on why he did it, was it worth it, and most of all, did I finally find the one for me, the yin to my yang. "Yes, i found my baguette a mon vin." (baguette to my wine), and he arrived home.
~The End.