Julian, the receptionist walked in while I was on my knees with Drew’s cock down my throat. He froze. We all did. But then he just backed out without a word, like pretending he didn’t see it made it not real. Drew’s face was red, but his cock? Still rock hard in my hand, practically pulsing. I teased him, asked if he still wanted to finish what he started. And he didn’t say no. So I got back to work, sloppy and deep, my spit dripping, his body twitching with every choke. We joked, we laughed, he moaned something about marrying me. And then, with sweat clinging to both our bodies, I told him we should take it to the showers. He didn’t argue.
The locker room was quiet when we walked in. Just the slap of our footsteps on tile, the echo of everything we weren’t saying yet. Drew didn’t even hesitate, he dropped his leggings on the bench. No underwear. Just that thick cock swinging heavy as he stepped into the steam.
He faced the showerhead, letting the water hit his chest and shoulders, back turned to me. I stood there for a second just watching him. The muscles in his back shifted as he adjusted the temp, water sliding over each ridge and groove like it’d been sculpted. His ass. Jesus. Round and solid, tight and jiggly at the same time. For a straight guy, that ass was dangerous.
I stepped in behind him, letting the heat hit me too.
Drew glanced over his shoulder, gave me a look, then went back to rinsing off like this was normal. Like we weren’t still throbbing from what just happened.
I grabbed a half-empty bottle of body wash off the corner shelf, poured some into my palm, and started rubbing it into his shoulders. Slow, circular motions. He didn’t stop me. Just stood there, head bowed slightly, water rushing over both of us.
“Not bad?” I asked, soaping down his arms, hands gliding over slick skin.
“Mmhmm,” he said, barely audible over the water.
I moved lower, watching the bubbles trail down his spine. “You ever had a guy do this before?” I asked, teasing. “Wash you off?”
He huffed. “Nah. Can’t say I have.”
“Yeah, didn’t think so.”
My hands slid further down, over the small of his back, fingers spreading across those perfect cheeks. Slippery now, and hot. I couldn’t help but squeeze. He jumped a little.
“Chill,” I said, laughing. “Just making sure the soap gets everywhere.”
He said nothing. Just stood there, hands braced on the tiled wall. I slid one hand around slowly, sneaking lower, letting my soapy fingers find his cock again. It twitched the second I touched it. “I think we gotta clean here too,” I said, starting to stroke.
Drew chuckled, breath shaky. “Yeah, I don’t think we need soap for that.”
“Oh no?”
He glanced over his shoulder, grinning. “Your mouth would do an alright job.”
I laughed. “Alright? That’s the review I get? Bro, if my mouth does an alright job, why the fuck is your cock already hard again?”
He didn’t answer. Just let his head tilt forward as I stroked him slowly under the water, hand slick with more than soap now.
I leaned in, mouth at his ear. “You know… I’m still not convinced you’ve made up your mind.”
He exhaled hard. “About what?”
I dropped to my knees again behind him. “Whether guys suck better.”
He looked down, over his shoulder, mouth parted. “Why don’t you give me a refresher, Ryan,” he said. Voice low.
That was all I needed.
He turned toward me.
Water slid down his chest, across his abs, dripping off his hips. His cock stood half-hard, heavy, already twitching back to life like it knew what was coming.
I dropped to my knees. My legs hit the cold shower tiles hard but yeah, I didn’t mind. Not even a little. Not with that view.
Water ran down my back, over my shoulders, soaking my hair as I looked up at him. My eyes were already stinging from the heat and the steam, but I blinked through it. Because all I could see was his cock...thick, flushed, the head shiny with pre-cum and sweat and maybe still a trace of spit from earlier. He was hard now. Fully. Like the second I got on my knees again, his body decided, yeah, round two.
The shower made everything more intense. Louder. Wetter. My own heartbeat echoed in my ears under the roar of the water. The steam clung to us, hot against skin. Every drop hitting the tile was a countdown to something filthy.
I gripped his thighs, kissed the base of his cock, and felt it throb.
I looked up at him. “You sure you don’t need soap?”
Drew smirked, eyes a little wild. “Nah. Your mouth’s gonna do a better job.”
I didn’t say anything. Just opened up and took him in.
The water mixed with spit instantly. I let it run down my face and over my lips, swirling with the taste of him. I sucked slow at first, letting him get used to the new rhythm, the heat, the wet. He exhaled hard, jaw clenched, hands pressed to the tiled wall behind me. Every time I moved lower, his cock twitched against my tongue, like it couldn’t believe it was happening again.
I gagged once, felt my throat squeeze around him, then pulled back and let my tongue swirl under the head.
The steam made everything slippery and unrelenting. I could barely breathe, barely think...just had him. In my mouth. In my hands. His body tense above me, legs shaking just slightly as I kept going.
The sounds were louder in the shower. Dirtier. My mouth working him, his breath punching out in short gasps. The slurp of it. The gag. The fuck he groaned when I deepthroated him fully, nose brushing his soaked skin.
Water ran down both of us like it was trying to clean us, but nothing about this was clean. My spit was everywhere. His cock was soaked in it. The floor was puddled with heat and filth and me on my knees, throat full, soaking wet.
I pulled off just once, licking the tip and whispering, “Still think I’m just alright?”
His head dropped back. “Jesus, Ryan.”
His head dropped back. Water streamed down his face, over his throat. He groaned again, louder this time.
“If this is the treatment I get after a hard workout…” he muttered, breathless, “I’ll spot you every day of the fuckin’ week.”
I smiled around his cock, tongue flicking the underside. He wasn’t even joking. His voice had that post-workout rasp, low and loose, and his body was fully relaxed now. Like he trusted me. Like he liked this. Maybe too much.
I shifted closer. My knees dragged on the slick tile but I didn’t care. Not with his cock hitting the back of my throat. Not with the way his hand dropped to the back of my neck like he needed to touch me now.
I worked him slow again, then faster. Gagging. Spit running freely. The head bumping deep against the soft part of my throat, water pouring down between us, making everything louder, messier.
His thighs started trembling. His whole body shuddered forward once, like a warning. I just kept going..
He cursed again. “Fuck. Ryan...”
Then it happened.
He came. Hard. Warm. Sharp. Little droplets of his cum.. The way it hit my tongue made me choke. He twitched again, still gasping, still holding my head. I wrapped my lips around his cock and swallowed it all.
“Fuck,” he said after a second, eyes wide. “Bro...chicks never do that. I swear. No matter how much I ask. They just make some excuse.”
I looked up, wiped my mouth, swallowed again slowly just to make a point. “Yeah, well. You won’t have that problem with me.”
I grinned. “I love the taste of cum. Especially if it’s gym bro cum. I swear, it just tastes better.”
He laughed, dazed. “Jesus. You are fucking crazy.”
Then he looked at me, still catching his breath. “So what does this mean? You gonna blow me after every workout now or something?”
He grinned. “Not that I’m complaining.”
I smirked, leaned down, and gave him one last kiss on the tip of his cock. “We’ll see,” I said, letting my lips linger for a second. “You might have to earn it next time.”
Then I stepped out of the shower, dripping, chest rising and falling. Reached for the towel on the bench. The tile was slick beneath my feet. My whole body felt loose, wrecked, satisfied.
Drew was still under the water, eyes closed, hands braced on the wall. Probably wondering how the hell he ended up in this position. Hard. Freshly blown. By his brother’s ex.
I grabbed the towel. Rubbed at my hair, still grinning like an idiot.
Then my phone buzzed.
Buzzed again.
Still half-drying myself, I walked toward it, bare feet leaving little wet prints on the floor. Glanced down at the screen.
A text from Jason: “Were you seriously blowing my brother in the gym?”
My stomach dropped.
Fuck.
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