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I’d been going to the gym for about a month. Nothing crazy—just trying to get in shape, drop a few pounds, maybe build some confidence. The place was decent, not too crowded at 6 PM, mostly regulars. I was still figuring out which machines did what, trying not to look like an idiot.

Then she walked in.

I’ll never forget that moment. The door swung open, and there she was—hoodie on, body-tight purple yoga pants already hugging every curve. She moved like she owned the place. Long dark hair, toned arms, that confident stride that says I know exactly what I’m doing.

She dropped her gym bag by the bench, pulled off the hoodie, and my brain short-circuited.

Underneath was a tight crop top, her tits pressing against the fabric, nipples clearly visible—hard from the cold or just genetics, I didn’t care. But what really wrecked me was her ass. That massive, gym-sculpted pawg of an ass, packed into those purple yoga pants like a gift from heaven. Every step she took, it shook. Gently, deliberately, like it was made for bouncing on some alpha’s cock.

I couldn’t look away. My gym session was instantly ruined. I was supposed to be doing bicep curls, but I just stood there, gripping the dumbbell, watching her stretch. She bent over to tie her shoe, and that ass—fuck—it jutted out like a perfect peach, the fabric pulling tight across her cheeks. I could see the outline of her thong underneath.

I repositioned myself to a leg press machine just to keep her in view. Pretended to adjust the weight, but my eyes were locked on her glutes as she did squats, hip thrusts, lunges—each movement making her ass dance. She knew people were watching. She loved it.

And then it hit me.

My dick was getting hard. In the middle of the gym. In my thin gym shorts.

I looked down and saw a tent forming—pathetic, barely three inches of bulge, but unmistakable. My 4-inch cock (on a good day) was straining against the fabric, and I could feel pre-cum already dampening the front. I panicked. I grabbed a towel and held it over my lap, but the damage was done. My face was red, my heart pounding.

Because while I stood there with my tiny hard-on, all I could think about was some alpha guy—some dude with a 9-inch cock, thick and veiny—pounding her ass for hours. Making her moan, making her scream, stretching her out in ways I could never even dream of. He’d grab her hips, slam into her, and she’d beg for more. Meanwhile, I’d give her maybe three strokes with my little dick before I’d blow my load, and she’d probably laugh and ask if that was it.

The thought made me even hornier. My cock throbbed against my shorts, leaking more pre-cum. I couldn’t take it. I abandoned my workout, grabbed my bag, and practically ran out of the gym.

I sprinted home—ten blocks, didn’t stop. Burst through the door, threw my bag on the floor, and ripped my shorts off. My cock was rock hard, glistening with pre-cum, pointing up but still so fucking small. Barely four inches, thin as a finger. Pathetic.

I grabbed the bottle of lube, squirted some in my palm, and wrapped my hand around my shaft. Already on the edge. I started jerking slow, trying to savor it, but my body wasn’t having it. I thought about her ass—that perfect, full, jiggling ass—and imagined what it would feel like to be inside her. But I knew I’d never reach her g-spot. I’d just poke at her entrance with my little dick while she waited for a real man.

Five seconds. That’s all it took. My balls tightened, I let out a choked groan, and I came. A weak, watery load spurted onto my hand and stomach, barely enough to cover my fingers. I kept jerking through it, milking out every drop, whimpering as I imagined her laughing her ass off if she ever knew what she’d made me do.

“Look at that tiny thing,” she’d say, pointing. “You came just from watching me squat? And that’s all you can shoot? A few drops? God, you’re a loser.”

I’d agree. Because I am.

I cleaned up, lay back on my bed, and stared at the ceiling. My cock was already soft, shrinking back to its flaccid state—a pathetic nub barely an inch long, hiding in my pubes. I thought about going back to the gym tomorrow. Would she be there again? Would I be able to control myself?

Probably not.

I can’t look at a purple yoga pants the same way again. Every time I see a girl with that kind of ass, I’ll remember my 4-inch boner leaking in my shorts while some alpha is out there giving her exactly what she needs.

And I’ll get hard all over again.

 

The End.

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