Core Tension
© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica
When I got back to the dorm, Mason still hadn’t returned. He must have really had a good time with that girl.
I wasn’t angry about the privacy. After what had just happened with Casper in the gym, I was already frothing at the mouth… well somewhere else, and I needed release again.
Fully aware of Mason’s penchant for barging in on me mid-stroke, I decided I’d give myself some insurance this time. I grabbed the sneakers I’d worn to the gym and put them both by the door’s edge. That way, when the door opened, it’d collide with my shoes, slowing it down to give me some time to hide what I was up to if Mason interrupted things again.
It wasn’t an amazing plan, but I figured it would give me the extra few seconds I’d need to spare myself more embarrassment. I briefly considered removing the shoes when I remembered what Mason walking in on me had led to but Mason’s failure to remember our encounter — real or feigned — had me too confused.
I stripped out of my gym clothes and headed over to my bed, eager to get to business. I knew I might not have long so the second my back hit the sheets, my hand was on my cock.
The instant my hand closed around my cock, it was like flipping a switch. All the heat I’d been carrying since the gym hit at once, sharp and low in my gut. I stroked slow at first, keeping my grip steady, feeling every inch like I had all the time in the world. My skin was still a little damp from training, the faint bite of sweat sticking in the air, but that wasn’t what had me hard.
It was Casper. Him standing over me, calm as hell, his cock filling my mouth, both hands braced on my head. That weight. That stretch. My jaw aching while I fought to breathe through my nose, holding as still as I could. I could feel it now, like it was happening all over again. The drag of him across my tongue, the press of his hips until my throat locked up.
Loosen your core, Eli.
My stomach tightened at that. I hadn’t known if he meant it as a joke or if he was serious, but it didn’t matter anymore. My hand kept moving, slow but firm, working my cock from base to tip. I could feel my thighs flexing, legs pressing down into the bed like I was holding position for him. Like he was standing right behind me, watching.
His voice wasn’t loud in my head. It never was. Just steady. Low. The way it had been the whole time I’d knelt for him. His fingers had slid down while he moved, thumb brushing the back of my neck, the other hand tightening around my hair when I got too eager.
Good boy. Take it slow.
My hips twitched up against my hand. I squeezed a little harder, chasing the feeling without pushing too fast. I didn’t want to cum yet. I wasn’t there. I needed to hold it, to feel it longer. That stretch in my throat, the way my eyes had watered while I worked to keep breathing, swallowing around him until I could feel it all the way down. Like he was filling my whole body from the inside out.
I shifted on the bed, back arching slightly, legs locked tight. My free hand grabbed the edge of the sheet, knuckles pale. I wasn’t thinking about anything else. Not Mason. Not the dorm. Just Casper. His cock stretching my throat, his hands holding me in place, his voice dropping even quieter when I really started to lose it.
Relax into it. We’ll loosen you up more tomorrow.
The memory hit so sharp I had to pause, hand tightening at the base of my shaft, keeping everything right at the edge. My breath came in slow, uneven pulls through my nose. I could feel how close I was already, my body trembling with it, thighs shaking like I’d just finished another round of drills. But I held still.
I kept stroking, slow at first, then faster again. My hand was slick now, the head of my cock flushed and aching, every pulse sharp. I wasn’t even trying to hold back anymore. My hips rocked up off the bed, legs tense, toes curling into the sheets. The whole room felt hot and tight, like it had shrunk down to just me and the air in my lungs. And him.
Casper.
I could still feel it. His cock in my throat. That final moment when his grip had tightened, both hands locked around my head, pulling me in until there was no space left. The thick rush of it hitting my tongue, filling my mouth in hard, sharp pulses. No warning. No words. Just the weight of it, hot and salty, flooding my throat until I didn’t have a choice. I’d swallowed without thinking, throat working while my eyes burned, face hot, chest tight.
My breath caught, chest pulling tight as my hand sped up, strokes rough now. My thighs clenched. My stomach locked. I could feel it building sharp and low, pulling tighter with every flick of my wrist.
Good boy.
The words echoed like he was right there.
But it was the comment about loosening my core…
That did it. My hips jerked up hard, body snapping tight as I came fast, hot streaks spilling across my stomach in sharp, messy pulses. My hand didn’t stop right away. I kept stroking through it, eyes shut tight, mouth open like I was still trying to breathe around him. Every nerve lit up. My whole body shook. By the time it faded, my arm dropped heavy to my side, heart hammering in my chest.
I lay there, breath slowing, skin flushed and damp. My cock twitched against my stomach, the air cool now where cum streaked across my skin. But my head was still full of him. Casper’s hands. Casper’s voice. That last look he’d given me as I wiped my mouth, chest still heaving, trying to pull myself together while he just watched like it was no big deal.
We’ll loosen you up more tomorrow.
My stomach twisted. I wiped my hand off on the sheet, forcing myself to sit up, but my body was still humming like it wasn’t finished. Like there was more coming, whether I was ready for it or not.
I was so spun up between Mason and Casper I felt like I was on the edge of some precipice that I was about to fall off of… or maybe at the base of a mountain I was just beginning to climb. It didn’t know where I was headed with either of these boys — men — but I knew my body and my brain wanted me to follow them wherever they led.
The shoes had been unnecessary. Mason didn’t surface back at the dorm until long past noon. As usual, he gave me all of the gory details of his night (and morning) with the girl from Bumble and I sat there, eating up every word.
Mason didn’t mention the other night, he didn’t give any indication that anything had changed between us or that he remembered anything at all. I decided to let it go for the time being and just resume our normal roommate routine. Bros, teammates, nothing more.
Something kept gnawing at the back of my mind though.
In his drunken state, Mason had confessed that he’d followed me to the gym in the morning. He told me that he’d watched Casper and I. Even if he forgot what we’d done last night, there was no way he forgot what he saw Casper and I do. The only question was whether he remembered that he’d told me. Either way, he knew what I was doing for Casper at the gym in the mornings.
He wasn’t saying anything about that either.
Could Mason be embarrassed? Embarrassed about spying on his roommate and his coach in a super private moment? Maybe even about what happened between us that night too? I mean, the very next thing he did was to spend an entire evening at some random chick’s place. Was that his way of recovering?
As the day wound on, I resigned myself to the fact that those questions would probably go unanswered. In the meantime, I had tomorrow to look forward to and everything I imagined it was going to bring.
Well, I didn’t have to wait much longer to find out.
I went to dinner with Mason. Radio silence on how he’d stumbled in drunk two nights prior and insisted on oral sex from me. Oral sex that I’d given him willingly and hoped he’d want again. No mention of his voyeuristic activities in the gym either. Just normal Mason. Easy, casual, a man amongst men.
After we finished eating, he caught up with some friends who were also on their way out of the cafeteria, and I went back to our room to do some studying. I figured I needed something to distract me from everything else that was going on in my head and organic chemistry seemed as good as anything else.
The studying worked because it seemed like no time had passed before Mason was back, ready to sleep. That was my first sign that I’d been studying for a solid four hours. I finished up the chapter I was working on and set the books aside. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.
I woke early, my body already humming like it knew something big was waiting. After yesterday, I rushed to the gym like I was a kid on his way to open Christmas morning presents. The hallways were quiet, my steps echoing off the tile floors. By the time I reached the gym doors, my pulse was pounding, my cock already half-hard, pressing insistently against my shorts.
Inside, Casper stood alone in the center of the mats, his expression calm and unreadable. The moment he saw me, a small smile curved his mouth. “Good. You're here,” he said simply, nodding toward the mat. “Lose the clothes, Eli.”
I didn’t hesitate. In seconds, my shorts and shirt were in a pile at the edge of the mats. My skin prickled in the cool morning air, cock twitching eagerly against my thigh. Casper watched without comment as he stripped down too, his movements smooth and unhurried, revealing every tight, hard line of his body.
“Hands and knees,” he instructed, his voice low and steady.
I dropped to the floor, feeling his eyes trace over me as I got into position. He circled me slowly, studying every angle like he was analyzing my form. “Too stiff,” he murmured, placing a hand lightly on my lower back. “We’ve talked about this. You carry too much tension here.”
His hands guided me into a series of gymnastics positions, one after another. Each pose kept me on all fours, ass raised, fully exposed. He corrected every small mistake—hips too high, back not arched enough, core locked tight. I trembled slightly under his constant, assessing touch, nerves firing with anticipation.
“Relax,” Casper whispered, hands firm as he adjusted my hips again. “You’re fighting me. You need to let go.”
I exhaled, trying to follow his instruction. It was impossible to ignore my cock, fully hard now and bobbing against my stomach, but Casper didn’t seem to notice or care. He was focused on my muscles, my form, the tightness he felt beneath his fingertips.
Then, without warning, his voice went quiet. The gymnastics instructions stopped abruptly, replaced by silence and the soft sounds of his breathing. I felt his hands settle firmly on my hips, holding me steady, fingers pressing into my skin.
My breath caught sharply as he shifted behind me. The cool air hit my hole, sensitive and exposed, making me tense up again. Casper’s voice was low, almost amused, as he said, “And here it is. The real source of your tension.”
Before I could process what he meant, I heard him spit. His saliva landed directly on my hole, hot and wet, sliding down slowly. I gasped at the sensation, heat flaring in my chest. His finger pressed gently, testing, then pushed carefully inside. My whole body trembled, hips pressing back instinctively.
Casper chuckled softly, his voice warm and confident. “We’re going to loosen you up, Eli. This needs to loosen up for you to loosen up, don’t you agree?”
My cock throbbed at his words, and I moaned in a way that sounded way too slutty before I realized what I’d done, already lost to the feeling of his finger sliding deeper inside me.
“Yeah,” I added, as if the moan hadn’t given away everything I was thinking.
Casper’s finger pressed deeper, slow and steady, sliding past the initial tightness until my body gave way. The stretch was sharper than I expected. Not painful exactly, but impossible to ignore. I sucked in a breath, thighs shaking slightly as I held still under his hands.
“Good,” Casper murmured, voice calm, like this was just another drill. “Tight. Too tight.”
I felt him spit again, another warm splash over my hole. His finger withdrew slightly, then pushed back in, working me open in slow, measured strokes. Each time he pulled back and pressed in again, the tension in my gut unwound a little more. I couldn’t help it. A quiet sound escaped my throat—a low, shaky moan that I barely recognized as mine.
“You feel that?” he asked, still steady, still calm. “This is the part that’s been holding you back.”
I swallowed hard, my face burning hot. “Y-yeah,” I managed, voice breaking. “I… I feel it.”
Casper chuckled under his breath, low and warm. His other hand slid across my lower back, fingers resting lightly, keeping me steady as he worked his finger deeper again. “It’s the core, Eli. Everything starts here. You’re locked up inside. We’ll fix that.”
I shuddered as he pulled his finger out. For a second I thought he was finished, but then he spat again, more this time, slick and wet across the same spot. He started to probe me again. This time there were two fingers. The stretch made me gasp, hips rocking forward on instinct, but he kept me steady with his hand at my back.
“Relax,” he said again, quieter now. “Let it happen.”
His fingers slid deeper, twisting slowly, exploring. I could feel everything. Every ridge, every push, the heat of his skin against mine. My cock ached so hard it hurt, untouched, pulsing with each small movement. It felt like I was falling forward, like my whole body was chasing the rhythm of his hand.
A moan slipped out again before I could stop it. Embarrassing, sharp and raw. Casper didn’t say anything for a moment. He just kept working my hole open, adding more spit, fingers twisting and stroking with slow precision.
Then I heard him laugh quietly to himself, low and knowing. “You hear yourself right now?”
My face burned. “Sorry—” I started, but he cut me off.
“Don’t apologize,” Casper said, voice still smooth. “That’s the sound you make when you’re in need.”
He kept going until my breath was shaky and uneven, until I felt loose around his fingers, the tension finally giving way. Then, just as suddenly as it started, his hand withdrew. His fingers slipped out, leaving me empty and trembling.
I let out a shaky breath, heart racing. Before I could turn my head or ask what came next, I felt it. The blunt heat of his cock, pressing up against my hole in place of his fingers. No warning, no shift in tone. Just Casper, steady as ever, ready to take it further.
The blunt head of Casper’s cock pressed firm against me, slow and deliberate. I felt my whole body lock up, chest tightening as I braced my hands harder against the mat. My cock throbbed untouched beneath me, so hard it almost hurt. The air felt heavy and hot, stretching thin between breaths.
Casper didn’t say anything right away. He just kept steady pressure, letting me feel it, letting my body catch up to what was happening.
“Breathe,” he said finally, voice calm. “We’re going slow. You’ve got time.”
I exhaled through my nose, shaky and uneven. The pressure built again. His cock pushed deeper, the stretch sharper than his fingers, thicker, heavier. My gut clenched, but I didn’t pull away. I forced myself to stay steady under his hands.
“That’s it,” Casper murmured. “Keep it together.”
Every inch was like learning my body all over again. The slow slide forward, the heat of him filling me up little by little. My legs shook, my core tightening out of instinct, but I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t have even if I’d wanted to.
When his hips pressed flush against me, I felt it fully inside me. I was stretched wide around him, every part of me tight and full. I swallowed hard, throat dry. My cock pulsed again, untouched, leaking against the mat beneath me. There was some pain but so much pleasure too.
Casper’s hands held steady at my hips, fingers curling firm against my skin. He gave me a second to adjust, then pulled back slightly before pushing in again. The rhythm started slow. Careful. His voice stayed low.
“You’re doing better already,” he said. “Looser.”
The words hit harder than they should have. I moaned under my breath, the sound rough and quiet, head dropping forward. My arms shook with the effort of holding myself up.
“That’s why your form’s been off,” Casper said next, hips rolling slow, deliberate, every motion controlled. “You’ve been carrying it here. All that tightness.”
My stomach pulled tight again, but it wasn’t nerves now. It was heat. I could feel myself getting lost in it—his pace, the slow drag of him inside me, the steady weight of his voice keeping everything locked into place.
“We’ll get it fixed,” Casper said, voice just above a whisper now. “You just needed a different kind of training.”
His pace picked up slightly, a little more pressure behind each thrust. Not rough. But firmer. More determined.
My moans came quicker, breath ragged, hands flexing against the floor. I could feel it already, the edge creeping up from low in my gut, sharp and hot, wrapped tight around the steady ache of my cock.
Casper didn’t break rhythm. His voice didn’t waver. “Good. That’s what I want to hear. We’ll loosen your core properly now.”
Casper’s rhythm stayed steady, his cock sliding in and out of me in slow, deliberate strokes. I couldn’t focus on anything else. My arms shook from holding myself up, but I didn’t dare drop. My breath came in ragged pulls. My cock throbbed, still untouched, leaking steadily onto the mat beneath me.
“All athletes need different things,” Casper said, his voice low and calm like we were just running drills. “Some guys need focus. Some need nutrient regimes.” His hips rolled again, a little deeper now, a little faster. I could feel the sweat gathering at my lower back, slick where his skin met mine. “You,” he went on, “you need to release all the tension you keep locked up. The tension you hold in your core.”
I could barely breathe. My stomach clenched every time he pushed back in, the stretch burning, sharp but addictive. My body felt too full, too tight, and I still didn’t want it to stop.
Casper’s hands flexed at my hips, gripping me firmer now, pulling me back into each stroke. His pace picked up again—nothing wild, but heavier, more deliberate. “That’s why we do this,” he said. “Loosen you up. Release all that tension holding you back.”
A shudder ran through me, sharp and uncontrollable. My cock pulsed again. I let out another moan before I could stop it, louder this time, raw in my throat.
Casper didn’t slow down. If anything, he sounded more focused. “We’ll release as much as we need to. Whatever it takes to get you performing the way you should.”
His hips snapped forward harder now, his pace pushing right up to the edge of rough. I could feel the muscles in his stomach flex against my back each time he bottomed out inside me. I wasn’t holding myself up anymore. My arms buckled halfway down, elbows locked to keep from collapsing all the way. Sweat dripped from my forehead onto the mat below me.
My mouth opened, but nothing coherent came out. Just gasps, moans, broken sounds I couldn’t control. I felt like my body was breaking apart under his hands, melting down to nothing but heat and pressure and the steady weight of him moving through me.
“That’s it,” Casper murmured, voice just behind my ear now. “Let it happen. This is what you needed.”
His words settled into my skin as solidly as his cock did. My whole body trembled. I didn’t care how I sounded anymore. I didn’t care how I looked. All I wanted was to stay there in that rhythm, stretched open around him, filled completely while he worked the tension out of me stroke by stroke.
The rhythm kept building. Casper’s thrusts came harder now, more sure, each one landing with a sharp slap of skin against skin. I couldn’t hold my voice back anymore. Moans broke from my throat in messy, helpless bursts, louder than before, echoing faintly off the gym walls. I knew I sounded desperate. I couldn’t help it.
Casper didn’t comment on the noise. He just kept moving, hips driving into me with a steady force, his breath low and even behind me. His hands held my waist like he had me exactly where he wanted. Like I wasn’t going anywhere.
The shame hit somewhere in the middle of all of it. The sound of myself—every raw, wrecked moan—rolled back into my ears. I squeezed my eyes shut, face burning hot, but my body wouldn’t stop shaking, wouldn’t stop tightening up around him. I didn’t want him to hear me like this, but at the same time, I couldn’t bring myself to wish it would stop.
Casper seemed to know. His grip shifted slightly, one hand sliding higher across my back, palm steady between my shoulder blades now. “This is going to make all the difference,” he said quietly, voice low and rough. “You need this.”
I couldn’t answer. My arms were barely holding me up. My cock felt like it was going to explode from nothing but his intense pounding, the things he was saying to me and all the thoughts racing through my head in that moment. I’d never been this hard, never been this full. Every thrust hit deeper now, sharper, the pressure building faster.
Casper didn’t let up. His pace pushed harder, giving me exactly what my body kept begging for. Not out of control, not punishing. Just enough to show me exactly how far he could take me. Just enough to show me there was still more waiting if I could handle it.
My voice broke again, louder this time. I felt my knees slip a little, mat slick beneath me now from sweat and everything else. My cock jerked with the movement, another hot pulse of pre-cum dripping onto the floor.
Casper didn’t slow down. His weight pressed into me with each thrust, rhythm tightening. His breath came harder now, a faint growl curling low in his throat.
“Good,” he said again. “That’s it, Eli.”
I barely processed the words. All I could feel was the pace picking up again. My body locked up tighter with each stroke, my skin on fire. It wasn’t just my core anymore. It was everything. Every inch of me felt stretched past the edge, and I couldn’t get enough.
Casper’s hand flexed against my back again, steady and firm. His hips snapped forward harder, and all I could do was hold on, moaning into the mat, shaking all over, my cock pulsing uncontrollably with each thrust like it was ready to let go without even being touched.
The pressure kept building until it didn’t feel possible to hold it anymore. My cock was leaking constantly now, throbbing against nothing, untouched. It felt like it was squeezing out drops without my body even making the decision—just sharp little bursts pulsing out of me every few seconds while Casper kept driving into me.
I gasped, chest heaving, arms shaking as I clung to the mat. I couldn’t stop it. I felt it happen all at once. A hot, sharp pulse. Then another. And another. Not full, not like a real orgasm, but enough to make my whole body tense hard every time it happened. Little spurts of cum shooting out of me in scattered bursts, slicking the mat beneath me. It didn’t stop. It came in waves—ten seconds apart, maybe less—my cock twitching, my hole tightening down around Casper’s cock each time.
Casper noticed. I felt his pace shift for just a second, his hips rolling slower again like he was checking what was happening. His voice came low and warm behind me. “Look at you,” he said. “You really needed this.”
I couldn’t answer. My throat was too dry. My head was spinning. The heat in my gut didn’t go away even with the cum dripping from me. Instead it kept building tighter, sharper, the aftershocks pulling through me one after another while Casper stayed buried deep.
He pushed forward again, hips rolling hard, sliding all the way back in until I could feel him pressed up tight against me. His hands held me steady, not letting me move even if I’d tried.
Another pulse hit me. My cock jerked again, more cum spilling out. I clenched my jaw, eyes shut tight, trying not to fall forward completely onto the mat. My whole body was trembling now, sweat dripping off me in steady streaks. My legs felt numb from the way they kept locking and shaking under me.
Casper’s voice dropped lower again, steady as ever. “You’re doing good, Eli.”
That should have embarrassed me. I couldn’t focus on it. My skin felt too hot, my head too full. I was lost in the feeling of his cock sliding deeper with each thrust, my hole stretched wide and slick from the constant rhythm and the spit he’d used. Everything felt raw in the best way—burning and loose at the same time, like my body wasn’t even mine anymore.
I didn’t know how long it lasted. All I knew was that every time I thought I was done, another pulse hit me, my cock leaking onto the mat like it wasn’t finished either. Casper kept moving through it, calm, sure, guiding me through the whole thing until I felt like I couldn’t take anymore.
Casper’s pace changed again. He wasn’t holding back now. His hips drove into me faster, the steady rhythm shifting into something sharper, heavier. I felt it in every part of my body. My hands shook against the mat, my legs barely held me up, my stomach was tight and hot like it might pull me inside out.
My hole felt stretched to the limit, throbbing with every thrust, but I didn’t want him to stop. My cock kept twitching beneath me, still leaking in little spurts. My body couldn’t figure out how to shut down. Each thrust pushed another broken sound out of me. I wasn’t thinking anymore. It was just instinct now: hold position, take it, feel it.
Casper’s breath grew heavier behind me. I could hear it for the first time, steady but harder now, almost like the weight of what he was doing had finally caught up to him too. His hands tightened on my hips, pulling me back into each thrust like he didn’t want to leave anything behind.
Then I felt it. The shift. His pace jerked sharper, not sloppy, but right at the edge of it. His grip got rougher. His voice dropped low again, closer now. “That’s it,” he said, voice rougher than before. “You’re gonna feel this.”
A second later, I felt the heat. His cock buried deep, his hips locking in against me tight, a sharp pulse inside as he came. I could feel it clearly: thick and hot, filling me in slow, heavy waves. His body tensed over mine, hands gripping hard enough I’d probably feel the marks later.
My whole body shuddered. Even though I’d already been spilling for what felt like forever, another weak pulse of cum dripped from me as he finished. My stomach clenched again on instinct, like my body couldn’t help but react to his. I wasn’t even moving anymore. I just knelt there, hands flat against the mat, letting it happen.
Casper held me in place, hips pressing in firm until every last pulse of it was out. His breath stayed close to my ear, calm again, like he’d never broken rhythm.
Neither of us said anything for a long second.
Then I felt his hand slide up my back, slow and steady, palm dragging from my waist to the center of my shoulders. Not pushing, just holding. Like he was making sure I was still there.
My heart was still racing. My whole body felt wrung out and hot, my skin buzzing with leftover heat. My legs kept trembling, muscles twitching even after Casper finally eased his grip.
When he pulled back, I felt every inch of it. He slowly drew himself out, leaving me loose and open, empty in a way that I had never experienced before.
The air felt cooler on my skin now, but it didn’t help. I wasn’t sure I’d come down from it anytime soon.
Afterward, Casper didn’t say anything. He just stepped back like nothing unusual had happened and gestured for me to get up. My legs felt shaky, but I pushed myself up onto my feet. There wasn’t time to overthink it. Casper was already pulling his clothes on and moving toward the chalk bucket.
“Let’s go,” he said, voice even again. “We’ve still got work to do.”
We spent another half hour running through floor sets. Standard drills. Holds. Press-ups. I moved slower than usual, sore in a way I’d never been before, but I could feel it. My core was looser. My shoulders too. Everything moved differently.
Casper kept his focus steady. Hands on my waist when I needed adjustment, a quiet correction here and there. No teasing. No mention of what we’d just done. Just work.
By the time we finished, I was sweating all over again, my muscles dead-tired but steady.
That’s when Casper gave me a short, solid look.
“You moved better today,” he said, calm but direct. “Core’s already different. Same time tomorrow?”
I wiped my face with my shirt, catching my breath. “Yeah,” I said. “I’ll be there.”
Casper gave a small nod, the corner of his mouth lifting just slightly. “Good. Keep showing up.”
Then he grabbed his stuff and headed out.
When I got back to the dorm, I dropped onto my bed, arms flopping back against the mattress. My whole body was stretched out and sore, but not in a bad way. My stomach still felt worked from everything earlier. My legs too.
I let my eyes drift toward Mason’s bed. Empty again.
That settled heavier than I meant it to. I didn’t know where he was. I didn’t know what his deal was right now. But I wasn’t about to sit around wondering, either.
Tomorrow morning, I’d be back at the gym. First thing. Ready.
That’s what mattered right now.
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