Back to the Routine
© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica
The Monday after exhibition weekend was like a sunny day with rain; I didn’t quite know what to make of it. Everything that happened while we were out of town, in that hotel, had made my already perplexing situation that much more confusing.
I thought about calling Irina for another spill session but I wondered if even she had her limits. Would she think I was some kind of freak for adding a third man to my love triangle? Did that make it a love square? No that’s not right, what kind of fucked up shape do you get when you’ve got three men all focused on you?
Then again, I wasn’t really sure Taylor was interested; I was reading a lot into that conversation on the bus. I was also inferring a lot from the way Mason had reacted. He was jealous, but that didn’t actually mean Taylor wanted anything to do with me. At least not anything more than friends and teammates.
I beat it out to class after a mumbled conversation with Mason in the morning. Even though every fibre of my being told me I wanted to get down on my knees and serve him the moment I saw him stretch shirtless that morning, each muscle taut, every line of his body cut like marble, I needed to think.
After class I cut across campus to the library and buried my head in books, hoping studying would distract me from boys, but as always, boys just distracted me from studying. The only thing that ever really cleared my mind was hard physical activity and the best place for that was the gym. The gym was dangerous though. Casper was always lurking at the gym, ready to pounce on me like a leopard stalking its prey.
I didn’t think he was out to do anything harmful or even selfish, but he was still a big part of the fucked up mess going on in my head.
Did I want Casper? Did I want Mason? Did I want Taylor now? Did I want them all? Did any of them actually want me back or did they just see me as a convenient fuck boy? Or something even smaller: a convenient fuck toy. Did I even have feelings for any of them so that any of that mattered?
I decided on a jog instead.
The weather was cool now, not the weather most people would choose for a run, but that almost made it perfect. I could blaze through campus without having to dodge too many other students and staff and the fresh, crisp air would help me think.
An hour later, I was back where I started, sweaty and no more relaxed than I’d been when I started. It turned out the isolation of the run just allowed me to hyper-focus on the thoughts racing through my head as I raced across campus like a lost puppy.
I was about to head back to the dorm, defeated, when my cellphone started to hum one of those annoying alarm tones to tell me there was something I was forgetting.
*Training: 1pm, West Gym.*
Fuuuuuuuck.
I hadn’t even remembered to grab lunch.
I was about to be face to face with the three boys… men… I’d been obsessing over for the last few hours and they were going to be in their damn singlets, everything on display like it was there to grab.
I sped back to my room to pick up my gear. Mason wasn’t there, only the telltale signs he had just left. A pair of socks strewn on the floor, the shirt he’d worn to class on the bed, a half eaten burrito on his desk. Mason.
By the time I made it to the gym, I was the last to arrive. Naturally, everyone turned to stare as I noisily entered the room, my bag smashing hard against the door like I’d been trying to draw attention to myself.
Just my luck, Casper, Mason and Taylor were huddled together with two other guys and all five turned their heads in my direction like gazelles in the Savannah as I rushed in. I had been noticed.
I started to move off towards the lockers to set my stuff down and hopefully disappear into the din, but Casper waved me over shattering any illusion that I would escape.
I walked towards the group, bag still slung over my shoulder, wondering what was in store for me.
“Eli!” Casper called. “You’re late! Not like you. We were just discussing the exhibition this weekend. Come join.”
The closer I got, the weaker my legs felt, but I held my balance and marched forward like I was on autopilot. I had no idea what I’d say when I reached the group, I just knew I had to get there.
The guys were all friendly smiles and Mason even wrapped his arm around my shoulder to draw me into the circle, making me feel like I’d always been part of the conversation. We discussed some of our favourite — and funniest — moments from the weekend and Casper made sure to congratulate all of us on our performance personally, even me.
There was no discussion of my ongoing submission to Casper and Mason, nor the new interest Taylor seemed to be showing. I was almost galled by it. How could they be so calm when I was so wrapped up in everything?
Of course, there were two other guys in the circle who were completely uninvolved in the situation and discussing it at all would have been crazy but that was the way I felt at the moment. I needed answers, or closure or some sort of lifeline I could cling to in the maelstrom ocean that was the story of the men in my life.
But before I knew it the conversation dissolved and we were just training again under the buzzing fluorescent lights and the mechanical hum of the gym fans.
Casper didn’t seem to be spending the extra time and attention on me today. He didn’t ignore me either, he just treated me like I was any one of the guys. I got equal time. That started to drive me nuts too.
I knew it should have been something to make me happy, proud even, but then and there, it was igniting something in me I wasn’t sure I liked.
Was I the jealous one now?
If Casper wasn’t all focused on me, it meant I had improved to the point he didn’t need to be. Why wasn’t I focused on that?
With my mind reeling, my eyes started looking for trouble. I scanned the room for fixations. I found Taylor first; he was the easiest with his impressive height. Standing by the parallel bars, he cut an impressive figure even in his gym gear. I suspected that wasn’t by accident either. I was getting the sense that no matter where he was Taylor always made sure he was looking good. It didn’t come across like arrogance so I wondered what motivated him to maintain that manicured appearance?
Was he the gay sex God to Mason’s straight version? Did he look that way because he was always on the hunt? Or was it something simpler? Did Taylor just like looking good because he took it as a matter of personal pride?
I had no clue, but suddenly, I really wanted to know.
I found Mason next, leading a group of guys in laughter as always. As was often the case, his muscled, sweaty chest was on full display for anyone who wanted to see it. His singlet always seemed to find a way to fall off his shoulders during training. Normally, I didn’t mind, but today for some reason it infuriated me.
Fucking tease.
Last I caught sight of Casper. I recognized him from behind, bent over, just from the look of his perfectly formed glutes in his tight spandex shorts. I knew those mounds too well; I’d had my face between them so many times.
He was busy adjusting another teammate, Steve, and even doing something this mundane he looked so erotic, I could feel dick starting to stir. I couldn’t believe myself.
I turned inwards and started to grind my workout like a man possessed. I hit the bars and the mats, sweating through my shirt until it was as much a dripping mess as I was. Then I moved to the bench working hard to master the most complex moves I’d been working on this year.
I bent and twisted myself hard. I found some peace in it finally. On the pommel I could almost tune everything out as I contorted myself and held tight, difficult positions for longer than I think I ever had.
My focus was disturbed by the sound of Taylor’s voice cutting through my reverie. I was bent over the bench taking a breather when he strode up behind me and started to speak.
“Working yourself hard there, Sex Pot,” he chuckled.
He’d called me “Sex Pot”. I tried to act cool. I wasn’t at all sure if this was just the way gay bros talked to each other or some kind of come on. Taylor was hot as fuck. I could definitely see myself with him, but I wasn’t sure if that was even what he was suggesting. If it was, could I manage another guy on my dance card?
“Hey, yeah —” I managed weakly, hoping he’d assume it was the workout and not the way he’d addressed me.
“You got any plans this weekend?” he asked. “Or, you wanna hang out?”
He wanted to hang out with the Sex Pot. I didn’t know what to make of it, but I knew I wanted to say yes.
“Yeah, sounds good,” I replied, trying to sound cool.
“Great,” Taylor beamed. Then he carried on.
“I wanna check out the new bar on 5th. People say all the gays are going there. It’s supposed to be a lot of fun. No judgement from the townies. You down?”
I’d never been to a gay bar, but this didn’t quite sound like that. It did sound like he might want to dance with me though, and the thought of doing something that simple and innocent after all the advanced things I’d done with Casper and Mason appealed to me.
I nodded and smiled. “Let’s do it. Send me the details.”
Taylor returned my smile then moved in to hug me. He stopped when he saw the sweat pouring off me like rain in the Amazon. He winked at me knowing I would understand and then said, “I’ll see you this weekend!” before he walked back off into the gym, completely unaware of how much more confusing he’d just made my day.
I was just starting to regain my composure when Casper came up to me, somehow looking even better than he had earlier in the practice.
“Can we talk?” he asked.
“Sure,” I replied without thinking.
“My office?” he queried, tilting his head in the direction of the staff offices.
I nodded in the affirmative and we set off.
Once we were inside, Casper closed the door behind us and sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk rather than his own chair at the desk. He motioned for me to sit in the chair next to him and I did.
His office was perfumed with the scent of his cologne like it always was and something about the smell had my cock burgeoning in my pants. I did everything I could to will it down but it fought me hard.
“So, what happened with Mason this weekend…” he started.
I gulped.
“I had no idea the two of you were doing anything like that. What exactly is going on between you?”
Was I having this conversation again? In the span of two days.
I shrunk into my chair.
Maybe with Casper I could tell the truth? But that could be even more fucked up. He might not take it well.
I decided I’d go with another version of the truth.
“After everything I had been doing with you,” I said. “I asked Mason some questions about sex, because he seemed like such an expert.” I shuffled in my seat as I concocted the details in my head. “He’d already suspected but he caught on from what I was asking that I was gay and he offered to uh… help me out and show me by doing and we’ve kind of been going like that since.”
It was a weak, vague explanation, but got around things in a sort of way.
“It seemed like he had a lot of control over you though,” Casper continued. “You’re OK with that?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What sort of interrogation was this?
“I guess so,” I said. “That was kinda what I asked him about,” I continued before considering what I’d said.
“Oh,” Casper hummed thoughtfully.
“Well, I’m not going to lie, I kind of enjoyed the whole scene that night too. More than I should have. It made me want to take this beyond just our training sessions. It made me think about… controlling you too. The way Mason was.”
If my cock had been fighting with me before, the battle was over now. It snaked its way down the left side of my shorts and started to pulse against my leg like it was telling me what I needed to say and do next.
Of course, what actually came out of my mouth sounded like stupid drivel.
“Uhhhh… you do? Ok.”
Well done, Eli.
Casper shifted closer to me in his chair, I caught a faint whiff of his sweat as the wind carried his scent to me and my cock throbbed again, insistent.
“Yeah,” he said. “Like more than just the gym stuff to improve your performance. I’ve been thinking about doing really bad things to you.”
“Bad things?” I choked.
“Nothing crazy,” Casper laughed throatily. “I just want to take control of your body the way Mason did. Make you mine like he was doing that night. It was so fucking hot to watch. I love that shit and something about seeing you submitting like that turned me on so much.”
My cock was threatening to punch a hole through my shorts now and I could feel a wet spot forming.
“You want to… to date me?” I ventured.
“No,” Casper answered bluntly. “Nothing like that. I just want to take the sex stuff further. I think I still like women better for dating and besides, there’s a whole thing with my family, and I want kids.” Every denial hit like a punch to the gut but I understood. I still wanted what he was offering though. More Casper, more sex.
“If you aren’t into it, I get it. We can do whatever you want. If you are down for it though, the thought of you on your knees right now, naked, bent over, willing to do anything I want is making my cock hard as fuck.”
I looked down at his crotch; he wasn’t lying.
I had a decision to make right then and there, but the decision was already made. I knew what I wanted; I wanted the control Casper was offering. I wanted him to fuck me more, to use me more, even if it didn’t come with strings attached.
I had almost forgotten about my plans for the weekend with Taylor as I stood up and started to take off my clothes. Casper just watched, transfixed by my performance, his eyes following my movements as my skin was exposed to him.
When I was naked he just snapped his fingers and pointed at the ground. I didn’t need any training to know what that meant so I knelt in front of him.
He pulled down the waistband of his spandex shorts and his cock sprung free, hard, commanding and already leaking at the tip. He grabbed my head and pulled me onto it like the fuckthing I’d agreed to become and in a flash my nose was in his pubes inhaling his familiar scent.
Casper only thrust into my mouth a few times, going deep into my throat before he withdrew. When he did, his cock was slick with my spit from the rough fucking he’d given me.
He twirled his finger around in my face; I knew what he meant. I spun around so that my ass faced him, just like he said he’d wanted. He wasted no time getting off his chair and positioning himself behind me.
Then I felt it, his hand in my hair; gripping, threading its way through the strands like he was planting his flag for the first time. He had meant it when he said he wanted to do things differently from now on and he was going to start right away.
His hand locked in tight, finding its purchase and he used his other hand to spread my cheeks apart so he could spit twice on my hole. I felt the warm goo hit my pucker like bullets. Casper was no amateur in bed either, it took skills to hit the target dead on like that twice in a row. A second later the unmistakable pressure of his huge cock followed and I sank into Casper’s world again as he penetrated me for the umpteenth time.
It would be different now though. He told me it would. He didn’t disappoint. His cock slid into me all in one savage thrust, his balls finding my taint in an instant. I yelped, not in pain, my ass was well used at this point and it could take the punishment, but in surprise. I still couldn’t believe this was the same Casper who had taken me with that calm, mechanical precision for so many weeks.
Where his previous fucks had been like placid, ocean waves rolling into me, his first thrusts now were like tidal forces smashing into my ass, demanding my surrender. I didn’t even think about resisting. My ass devoured every inch of his cock as his free hand traced rough patterns up and down my back, like he was drawing his claim on me.
As his pace increased his grip on my hair tightened and he pulled my head back exposing my throat like an animal for slaughter. I felt vulnerable, but still safe with him. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, at least not in any way I didn’t want him to.
His other hand found its way from my back to my ass again. He gave it a tentative slap. Nothing Mason hadn’t done before and well exceeded, but then he slapped me again, harder. Once he found his confidence, Casper found his rhythm and the slaps started to rain down almost in synch with his cock.
“Slap! Bang! Slap! Bang! Slap! Bang!”
I couldn’t tell which was his hand and which were his hips crashing into my sweaty cheeks.
All the while I could feel the head of his cock hammering my insides deep, making me leak, and I moaned.
“Quiet now,” Casper said. “We’re still in the gym. You can moan like a bitch in heat when I take you back to my place.”
I started to cum, not a full orgasm, but my dick was definitely shooting shots onto the floor beneath me and it felt hella good. Between the angle Casper had been hitting my prostate and the thought of him taking me back to his place he’d sent me over the edge.
“Oh fuck, are you cumming, you dirty boy?” he asked.
“Y-y-y-yessss….” I managed through the ecstasy.
Casper slapped my ass again, the hardest he had yet this time and started to pound me faster. The increased speed made the sensation in me grow and I felt a few more spurts spew out of me as my body convulsed again.
Casper’s hand moved from my hair down around my neck where it tightened. Not enough to choke, but enough to let me know he was taking control. He held me there and by my ass as he slammed into me relentlessly, making his own sexy noises now.
I could feel his cock start to expand inside me just before he came. His cockhead expanded and stretched me even wider and his balls tightened against my cheeks. Then with a roar he probably regretted so close to all the students and another firm slap to my ass he let loose inside me, blasting my walls with what felt like the biggest load he’d ever pumped into me.
Casper let out a few more, quieter, ragged noises as he kept humping his cock into me, still firing his last few shots and then kept on going after that, while his cum sloshed around in my hole. My brain was on overload and I was already thinking about the next time “at his place” when I felt his cock slide out of me and his cum drip down over my balls.
Another slap to my ass sealed the deal and Casper stood up behind me.
I didn’t know if I should stand up too or stay there, on my hands and knees waiting for his command.
“That was really, fucking good, Eli,” he said.
I couldn’t even reply.
“We’ll have to discuss how this works later. I’ve got a meeting in 30 minutes and I need to clean this cum off my dick,” he laughed.
He was already so casual about what happened, I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to talk about it, fuck I wanted to do it again, but that wasn’t going to happen.
“Let’s hit the showers. Separately,” he said. Then he got dressed, tossed me my clothes and headed towards the door.
As he walked out he shot me a friendly smile that told me this was going to be OK, even if I was more confused now than ever.
Before he closed the door to finish letting me change, Casper said his goodbyes and then left me with a parting thought:
“This is going to be good, Eli. It’ll be fun. We’ll both like it. I’m excited. See you soon.”
And with that he closed the door and left me to think about the newest mess I’d gotten myself into.
Well done Eli.
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