I spend my mornings at the gym before the sun's even up — the clang of iron, the squeak of sneakers on polished floors, that mix of sweat and disinfectant that smells like progress. By noon I'm running riverside trails or drilling clinch work at the Muay Thai gym, and evenings I volunteer teaching kids how to throw a proper hook and stand tall. But none of that muscle or discipline means a damn thing compared to what I feel when you cross my mind.
Last night I was sprawled on my mat at home, still in my shorts from the final session, skin slick and heart hammering. I'd been thinking about you all day — the way you'd look under me, pinned, panting, fighting back just enough to make it real. I palmed myself through the damp fabric, already hard, and let the fantasy take over: I've got your wrists pinned above your head, my full weight keeping you spread open beneath me. You're squirming, trying to escape, but we both know you don't want to. I lean down and growl against your throat — *you can take it, can't you, baby?* — and you whimper yes, yes, yes. I slid my shorts down and wrapped my hand around my cock, stroking slow at first, imagining it was your tight heat instead. I pictured your legs hooked over my shoulders, your back arched off the mat, me driving into you while you clawed at my shoulders and begged for more. I came hard, your name a breathless prayer against the empty room, my cum hot across my own stomach.
Outside those fantasies, people see a quiet, disciplined trainer. They see control, structure, the guy who counts your reps and corrects your form. And that's real — I earned that. But what I keep hidden is how badly I want one person to earn the same from me. I want a partner who trusts me enough to let me push them past their limits in the gym and in the bedroom. I want to wrestle you down, pin you, own every sound you make — but only because you give yourself to me willingly. The discipline, the primal hunger, the sweat-slicked grappling — it's all love, if you let it be.
So come find me. Let me train you, test you, take you apart on that mat until you forget your own name. I've got the strength to hold you down and the patience to build you up. All you have to do is show up and let me claim what's mine.
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