Chapter 1
Bailey’s arms shook on the last rep, veins standing out, sweat running into his eyes. Shoulders retracted, he told himself. Drive through the heels. Brace the core to avoid a stall. Jess stood over him, hands hovering just under the bar, never touching it.
“Come on, one more,” Jess said, voice low and steady. “You got this. Push.”
Bailey gritted his teeth and drove it up. His chest burned. The movement was smooth and controlled despite the fatigue. Jess stayed right there the whole time, close enough that Bailey could feel the heat coming off him. When the bar locked out, Jess helped guide it back into the rack.
“Fuck yeah,” Jess said, beaming down at him. “Fuck yeah! Beast mode.”
Bailey sat up, breathing hard, and wiped his face with the hem of his soaked tank top.
“Two plates and a quarter,” Jess said, nodding at the bar. “You’re moving that shit like it’s nothing lately.”
Bailey shrugged, but he couldn’t help the small grin. “You spotted me the whole time.”
“Bullshit. You were locked in.” Jess stepped around to the front of the bench and gave Bailey’s shoulder a rough squeeze. “Chest is looking ridiculous, by the way. On a shorter frame like yours, that shit looks even more dense. You got a straight-up rack.”
Bailey glanced down at himself. He knew he’d leveled up lately—that the intensity of the past few months was actually showing on his physique—but hearing Jess confirm it while standing over him made it feel real.
“Your turn,” Bailey said, nodding at the bar.
Jess slid onto the bench, long legs planted wide. Bailey stepped up to spot him, hands hovering just below the bar. He stayed locked in the whole set, calling out cues, watching Jess’s shoulders and chest strain under the weight, ready to take it if he needed to.
When Jess finally drove the bar up on his last rep, Bailey guided it back into the rack.
“Good shit,” Jess said, sitting up and rolling his shoulders out.
For a second,they just stood there catching their breath, the sound of the gym around them fading into background noise. Bailey looked at Jess—tall, broad, blond hair stuck to his forehead with sweat—and felt a quiet, unexpected swell of appreciation.
They’d been doing this together for years. The hyping, the spotting, the brutal workouts. It was a rhythm so deeply ingrained he didn't even have to think about it. He didn’t realize how good he had it until moments like this, when the routine suddenly felt like something more—something he couldn’t account for in his training logs.
Jess caught him looking and gave him a small, crooked smile. “What?”
“Nothing,” Bailey said, shaking his head. “Just… good session.”
Jess nodded, still smiling. “Yeah. It was.”
They finished the rest of the workout without talking much, just the usual grunts and counts between sets. But something had shifted. Bailey kept catching Jess glancing over at him between exercises—not staring, just looking. Like his mind was somewhere else.
By the time they hit the locker room, the place was mostly empty. Steam hung thick in the air.
Bailey peeled off his wet tank top and tossed it in his bag. He caught Jess’s reflection in the mirror across from him. Jess was already stripping down, shoving his shorts and underwear off. His cock hung heavy between his legs as he stepped out of his clothes.
Bailey looked away—but when he did, he saw Jess’s eyes locked on him in their reflection. Observing him, but not in the usual way. Not the casual appraisal of a workout partner; it was thoughtful, like he was weighing something heavy in his own mind.
Then, Jess’s gaze shifted—he looked up from the mirror and locked eyes directly with Bailey in the mirror. Bailey knew that Jess had caught him looking just as clearly as he’d caught Jess.
The air between them felt a little thin.
Bailey’s voice came out a little breathless. “What?”
Jess held his gaze for a second, then looked away, his expression unreadable. “Nothing.”
He reached out and grabbed his towel, letting it bunch in his hand. He leaned against the open locker door to face Bailey again.
“Hey,” he said, his voice more serious than usual. “You’re a really good spotter, you know that? Most guys just stare at their phones or rip the bar the second it slows down. You actually pay attention. You know how to make a guy feel safe under the weight.”
Bailey didn’t know what to do with that. It wasn’t the kind of thing Jess usually said out of nowhere.
“Yeah, well,” he muttered, suddenly very aware he was standing there half-naked. “You do the same for me.”
“Thanks, bro,” Jess said, simple and sure. “I just wanted you to know.”
He leaned in, bumping his shoulder hard into Bailey’s, locked together for just a second, and then Jess finally stepped away.
Bailey’s heart rate started doing something weird. His skin felt too tight. He felt the need to articulate what just happened, to break it down into actionable data to make sense of the sudden, tight pressure in his chest.
“It’s about intentionality,” Bailey said to Jess’s back. “Most guys just brute-force the spot. But it’s a three-step process. First, you establish a baseline of trust—that’s the non-verbal cueing. Second, you hold space for the load, so the partner feels fully supported through the point of failure. And third is creating an equitable environment where both parties are actively facilitating the other’s growth. If you don't do those three things, you’re not spotting. You’re just standing there.”
Jess paused, looking back at him. He didn’t laugh like other guys might. He just tilted his head, looking at Bailey with that same attention.
“Three steps,” Jess repeated, his voice low. “Trust, holding space, and an equitable environment.”
“Yeah,” Bailey said, feeling a surge of pride that he’d distilled it so perfectly. As the words left his mouth, the erratic thumping in his chest finally began to slow, evening out into a steady rhythm.
Jess held his gaze, his expression unreadable. “Yeah, I guess that’s exactly what it is.”
He turned and walked toward the showers, towel in hand—his golden-tan skin gleaming under the locker room lights, the muscles of his back shifting with every step as he led the way, his pale ass clenching with each stride.
Bailey watched until he disappeared behind the steam of the shower curtain, trying to figure out why he felt like he’d just aced a test he didn’t realize he was taking.
Chapter 2
Bailey was still thinking about the gym when he got home.
He made himself eggs, oats, and a couple scoops of protein, and tried to shake off the weird feeling. It didn’t really work. His brain kept looping back to the locker room.
Bailey had known Jess for years. They hyped each other up every day. That was normal. If you didn’t tell your boy his back was looking wide as fuck or that his arms were starting to show some real separation, were you even his boy? But today felt different. That thing he’d said about keeping a guy safe under the bar—like Jess was trying to say something without actually saying it.
It was Saturday, the day he usually used to optimize his systems. He’d spent the day inventory-managing his supplements, and then moved on to his laundry, folding his tees into precise squares, stacking them by color-coded intensity.
Usually, this kind of repetition—the rhythm of the fold, the alignment of the labels—was enough to clear his head, but he was still turning it over hours later, when his phone buzzed on the coffee table.
Jess: You around? Come over if you want. Got leftover chicken and rice if you’re hungry.
Bailey stared at the message for a second, then typed back.
Bailey: Be there in 20.
Jess’s apartment was only ten minutes away. Bailey showed up in fleece sweats and a heavy hoodie, his dark curls still damp from his second shower. Jess answered the door in mesh basketball shorts and a faded tank top, his blond hair messy like he’d been running his hands through it.
Even relaxed, Jess looked tall, with that long, easy posture he always had.
“Hey,” Jess said, stepping aside to let him in. “C’mon in.”
They sat on the couch and ate straight out of the meal-prep containers. They were perfectly portioned—the same ratio of chicken, rice, and steamed broccoli Bailey recognized from his own Sunday prep ritual. The television was on low, playing a loud action movie neither of them was really watching. For the first ten minutes, it felt normal—the same comfortable, quiet routine they always fell into.
“Good prep on the chicken, man,” Bailey offered. “Not dried out at all.”
Jess gave a short, distracted nod. “Greek yogurt and Bragg's liquid aminos, bro. The yogurt sneaks in some extra casein protein.”
It was a textbook response, the brometrics spit on, but the delivery felt off. Jess was quieter than usual. He kept fidgeting with his fork, stabbing at a piece of chicken with a bit too much force, jaw tight like he was working up to something. Bailey kept sneaking glances at him, trying to figure out what was going on, but he didn’t push. He just focused on his own container, maintaining the steady, mechanical pace of eating that they both swore by for digestion.
But Jess was quieter than usual. He kept fidgeting with his fork, stabbing at a piece of chicken with a bit too much force, jaw tight like he was working up to something. Bailey kept sneaking glances at him, trying to figure out what was going on, but he didn’t push. He just focused on his own container, maintaining the steady, mechanical pace of eating that they both swore by for digestion.
But between forkfuls, he looked at Jess. His long limbs were tense, sitting there with a posture that was usually completely unbothered. Bailey had always known Jess was a genetically blessed individual, but sitting here now, it hit him differently. Jess was a premier specimen of masculine health. It was a net positive for society that a guy like him existed.
And he’d always been thoughtful in a way most guys weren’t—checking in, remembering little things, making sure Bailey felt supported without ever making a big deal out of it.
He always smelled good too. Like clean sweat and whatever cologne or body wash he used. And for as long as Bailey had known him, Jess had never really had a girlfriend. Not seriously, anyway. A good-looking guy like him? It didn’t add up.
Bailey thought back to that careful way Jess had talked about keeping a guy safe under the weight.
Jess is gay.
The realization landed like a fully loaded log bar on Bailey’s chest. He felt dumb for not seeing it sooner.
That was the weight Jess had been trying to tell him about, or at least testing the waters, and Bailey had just been too dense to pick up on it. Jess was probably scared of how it would change things between them—scared of losing his best bro once the truth was out.
Bailey swallowed, set his container down on the coffee table, and made a decision right then. If Jess needed a spotter to help him hold the weight, he was going to be there for his boy. He was going to make it easy for Jess to say what he needed to say.
“Hey, man,” Bailey said, keeping his voice casual. “About what you said earlier. In the locker room.”
Jess paused, his fork hovering halfway to his mouth. He looked over at Bailey, eyebrows slightly raised. “Yeah?”
Bailey kept his eyes fixed on his plastic container, methodically scraping the remaining bits of rice from the side with his fork. He didn't want to look at Jess, not when he was about to drop something this heavy.
“I was just thinking about it on the way over. You know… the world’s different now. Culture’s evolved and shit. Like, hypothetically, if a guy— if a bro we knew—turned out to be gay? That wouldn’t be a big deal.”
He kept his focus on the container, the scrape-scrape of his fork against the plastic the only sound in the room.
Jess’s blue eyes widened a little. He carefully set his container down, his whole posture shifting like he was bracing himself.
“Bro,” Jess said. “Yes. Exactly. One hundred percent. Like, honestly? It’d be kind of a power move. Elite status, straight up.”
“Total alpha,” Bailey agreed, nodding. “The aesthetics alone. The discipline. Most gay dudes are dialed in as fuck. It’s objectively an upgrade.”
“And the loyalty, bro,” Jess said, leaning forward. His voice had taken on a fierce, almost protective edge. “Gay dudes? They look out for each other, man. Legendary stuff. The fact that a guy could just step into that level of truth? Huge. It’s a flex. Optimized living, honestly.”
“Right,” Bailey said, satisfied that Jess was taking the opening. “And hypothetically, a guy like that wouldn’t have to hide shit around his boy. You wouldn’t want him walking around feeling isolated when he’s operating at that high of a level. Real bros wouldn’t let the vibe change just because of that. And if anyone else at the gym had a problem with it? You speak up, not over. You use your privilege to challenge microaggressions by the squat racks. That's just standard protocol.”
Jess nodded slowly, but didn’t say anything right away. He looked down at his hands for a second, then back up at Bailey. His mouth opened like he was about to speak, then closed again.
Bailey waited, but nothing came.
The silence stretched between them, heavy and awkward. Neither of them seemed to know what to say next.
After a moment, Jess reached for the remote.
“Glad we talked,” Jess said nodding.
“Yeah,” Bailey said. “Me too.”
Jess clicked the volume up a couple notches. The movie got louder, filling the space between them with blasting explosions that neither of them cared about.
Sitting there facing the TV, Bailey felt his earlier tension ease.
He didn’t know what the next steps were going to look like, but he knew the spotting protocol.
If Jess needed help figuring this out, if he needed his best bro to stand right there with him and make the world feel a little less scary while he sorted his shit out, then Bailey could do that. He could be that guy.
He didn't have all the answers yet—he’d have to do some research, maybe look into how to best support a guy navigating that kind of transition—but he was ready.
For now, he just sat there on the couch with his best friend, the TV flickering in the dark, and let the quiet settle between them.
Chapter 3
Bailey woke up early, his mind already running from the night before. If Jess was finally going to figure this out, he needed a spotter who knew the mechanics. He wasn't going into this blind.
He grabbed his phone and fired off a quick text to Jess: Taking a recovery day to optimize for Monday. Don't push too hard without me.
To keep his conditioning dialed in while he focused on his research, he knocked out a hundred and fifty decline pushups, a kettlebell circuit, and some mobility work. He wasn't going to let his gains suffer just because he had to clear his schedule for a massive academic deep-dive.
After finishing his meal prep and downing a plate of eggs and oats, he sat down at his laptop.
He pulled up the search bar and typed in: how to have gay sex respectfully.
The screen instantly populated with a grid of extremely explicit thumbnails—close-ups of penetration, guys in various positions, and a lot of visible skin and fluids.
He broke out in a little sweat as he scrolled through the thumbnails.
His cursor hovered over the grid, landing on one graphic image.
Listen and Learn, he reminded himself. Educate yourself on the history, struggles, and perspectives of marginalized communities. Take it upon yourself to read, research, and listen without putting the burden of teaching onto the individuals you are trying to support.
He clicked.
It started with two guys already going at it—one on his back with his legs pulled up, the other sliding his cock right into him. The camera stayed close, showing everything. Bailey’s eyes widened.
“Dude,” Bailey muttered under his breath, “you poop from there.”
He meant to click away. He really did. But he told himself he should probably watch a little longer—just to be sure he understood what he was looking at. One video turned into another. Then another. It was research, and he was being thorough. A good friend would make sure he actually knew what he was talking about.
An hour later, he finally closed the tab, face warm and ears burning. His cock was hard in his sweats, which made him feel even more awkward. A neurological response to visual stimulus, he told himself.
He quickly opened a couple of articles instead, deciding the videos had just been background research.
“Many men report intense pleasure from prostate stimulation, often described as a deeper, fuller orgasm than penile stimulation alone.”
After some scrolling, he found a diagram of male anatomy and studied it for a while, zooming in on the prostate. He remembered something from one of his old exercise science textbooks about the pelvic floor, so he dug the book out from under his bed and flipped through it until he found a similar diagram. He held his phone up next to the page, comparing the two.
“Okay,” he muttered. “So it’s… right there.”
He sat there for a minute, staring at the wall.
Then he decided that if he was really going to do this properly, he should probably clean himself out first.
He went into the bathroom and turned the shower on. He felt ridiculous as he unscrewed the shower head and adjusted the hose to a gentle stream, but he figured it was better than the alternative. He grabbed the small bottle of lotion from the counter, squeezed a little onto the tip of the hose, and rubbed it around with his fingers.
He turned around, arched his back a little, and carefully worked the nozzle between his cheeks. He took a slow breath and slid it up into himself. It felt weird at first—cool and intrusive—but he kept going until the nozzle was inside.
He turned the water on, keeping the flow at a very low, trickle-like setting—safety first, no need to over-distend the tissue, bro—and let it flow in, one hand braced against the shower wall while the other held the hose in place.
It felt strange and full, but he kept going until he felt like he’d done enough. When he was finished, he could actually feel the slight, water-heavy roundness there under his palm, right below the faint outline of his abs. Then he sat on the toilet.
Alright, get it all out, he thought, half-coaching himself the way Jess would during a heavy set. Clean and prepped. You got this, bro. Just breathe through it.
He was surprised by how clean he felt afterward. Cleaner than he expected. It made the whole thing feel a little less gross and a little more… doable.
He went back to his room, heart beating harder than normal. When he lay back on his bed, his cock was already half-hard again, which still made him feel weirdly guilty. He poured some lotion onto his fingers and reached down between his legs.
It took a minute to get the angle right. He tried to remember what the diagram had shown and hooked his finger upward, searching. When he finally found it—that small, firm, nut-like shape—a sharp jolt went through his stomach and his cock twitched hard against his belly.
“Fuck,” Bailey whispered.
He kept rubbing over the spot, slow and careful. Every time he pressed on it, his hips lifted off the bed in a small, involuntary thrust. His breathing got heavier, and soon a light sheen of sweat started to form on his chest and stomach. His free hand drifted down to his cock without him really deciding to do it. He stroked himself while he fingered his own ass, breathing getting rougher.
It felt good. Really fucking good.
He kept going until his thighs started shaking and he had to bite his lip to stay quiet. He didn’t let himself cum—he wasn’t sure if that would make this whole thing feel too real—but he got close. Close enough that when he finally pulled his fingers out, his hole felt empty and sensitive and his cock was leaking steadily onto his stomach.
He lay there for a long time afterward, staring at the ceiling, breathing hard. His fingers were still slick. His hole felt strange—used, in a way he’d never experienced before.
When Bailey sat up, he went back into the bathroom and turned the shower on full blast.
He lathered his chest, then his stomach, then worked the soap down, cleaning his cock and thighs. He arched his back to reach behind to clean carefully between his glutes.
As he stood under the hot, pounding water, his mind kept circling. If fingers felt that good, the guys in those videos must have been experiencing something insane. Gay guys really did have it figured out.
Did Jess know about this? Bailey paused, soap in hand. Nah, he decided quickly. There’s no way. If Jess knew about a biological life hack this good, he would’ve shared the intel by now. He wouldn’t gatekeep like that.
Then he turned off the water.
Chapter 4
It had been two days since Bailey had seen Jess, and the radio silence was starting to mess with his head. No texts. No gym tags. At first, Bailey figured Jess was dodging him out of pure panic. But the longer the silence stretched, the more he had to admit he hadn’t exactly been reaching out either.
He kept telling himself it was to give Jess space. That if his friend needed time to process, Bailey shouldn’t crowd him. Still, every time he picked up his phone and didn’t text, he felt the excuse wearing thinner.
Jess came out to me, Bailey reminded himself. Not in so many words, but that’s what it was. That conversation was Jess’s way of saying it without actually saying the words. And Bailey had done his best to make it clear he had his back—but maybe it hadn’t been enough. Maybe Jess had needed more from him and Bailey had dropped the ball by going quiet.
He’d taken the first step by basically coming out, and Bailey couldn’t let his friend carry all the weight alone. If Jess was struggling with this, then it was Bailey’s job to make it easier for him—to keep showing up, to keep making space, to keep proving he was safe to be around. That’s what an ally did.
On Tuesday evening, Bailey finished a lonely dinner of chicken and rice, washed his Tupperware, and pulled out his phone. He opened his chat with Jess, and started typing: Hey bro, you around tonight?
Before he could hit send, three little gray dots appeared at the bottom of the screen. Jess was typing too.
Bailey froze, watching the dots dance. He erased his message and waited. The dots vanished. Then they started again. Finally, at the exact same second Bailey decided to just type “Yo,” two messages crossed paths on the screen.
Jess: Hey man. Just finished eating. You around?
Bailey: Yo. Just finished dinner. Was gonna see if you were free.
Bailey stared at the screen, a relieved grin breaking through his anxiety. Even when things were weird, they were on the exact same frequency.
Jess: Yeah. Come over if you want.
Bailey: Be there in 10.
If he wanted to facilitate Jess coming out—to be his spotter—he had to live out the protocol. Step one: establish a baseline of trust through non-verbal cueing.
He knew exactly what to do. When he showed up at Jess’s door, his hoodie was half-zipped, exposing his bare chest—non-verbal demonstration that he wasn't going to start acting weird or covering up just because Jess was gay. He was still the same guy, still comfortable.
Jess opened the door wearing gray sweats and a black tank top—the one that always looked so good on him. The thin material stretched taut across his broad chest and shoulders, and his blond hair was still damp from a shower.
Bailey had to tilt his head back slightly to meet his eyes, puffing his chest out just enough to project total, unbothered trust.
“Hey,” Jess said. His voice was casual, but his shoulders were pulled tight, like he was carrying a heavy load. “Come on in.”
They ended up on the couch. An action movie was already playing on the TV—some big Marvel thing with Chris Hemsworth and Chris Evans shirtless and sweaty for half the runtime. Neither of them was really watching it, but it gave them something to half-focus on.
Bailey sat back, keeping his posture open, his arm draped along the back of the couch as Jess set two bottles of water on the coffee table. Bailey noticed immediately that they were special-edition Pride Month ones, bright rainbows printed across the labels.
He felt a warm surge of his own pride in Jess. His boy was leaning into his truth.
Bailey grabbed a bottle, cracked the seal, and took a long swig.
“Mmm. Extra good,” he said, giving Jess a firm, encouraging nod. Validating the merch felt like the right move.
Jess didn’t say anything, but the corner of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile.
They sat there for a minute, the movie playing low in the background. Chris Evans was currently getting thrown through a wall with his shirt half-ripped off. Neither of them commented on it.
Bailey decided to test the waters. To show he was totally cool.
“You gotta respect the physique,” Bailey offered, nodding at the screen, his voice deliberately casual. “Objectively speaking. Elite chest development. Guy’s got great… tits.”
The word landed in the quiet room like a dropped dumbbell. Bailey kept his eyes locked on the TV, rubbing his jaw, hoping it sounded natural. He was pretty sure he’d seen guys online call pecs that.
Jess swallowed hard, his eyes darting sideways to Bailey before snapping back to the TV. He nodded a little too quickly.
“Yeah,” Jess said, his voice a little tight. “Like a guy could really get his hands on them… if he was into dudes.”
Jess awkwardly raised his hands, curling his fingers in the air to mime a rigid, double-handed squeeze, like he was testing the firmness of a medicine ball.
“Just really get a grip on them,” Jess added. “Maybe even… suck on them. Hemsworth too. Both of them are… really good-looking guys.”
Bailey felt a small thrill of victory.
This was his chance to lock in Step One—to clinch that baseline of trust. He needed to prove he was completely, unconditionally comfortable.
He cleared his throat, rubbing his sweaty palms on his thighs.
“So… I was thinking,” Bailey started, keeping his voice steady and even. Safe. “Since we talked, maybe we should get more comfortable with it? Like, actually see what it looks like.”
Jess looked relieved. “Yeah. I was kinda thinking that too.”
Bailey reached for his phone at the same time Jess reached for his tablet.
“I found a video the other day,” Bailey said. “It was pretty… detailed.”
Jess glanced at the phone, then at his tablet. “We can use mine. Bigger screen.”
He woke the tablet and scrolled for a second before hitting play. Without saying anything, he also grabbed the remote and turned the TV off.
The video started with two guys already on a bed. One was on his back with his legs spread wide, the other kneeling between them, fucking him in steady, deep strokes. It wasn’t soft or slow—the guy on top had a firm grip on the bottom guy’s thighs, holding him open while he thrust into him. The guy underneath was moaning and gripping the sheets, his cock rock hard against his stomach.
Bailey felt heat crawl up the back of his neck. “So that’s the top—the one doing the fucking.”
Jess nodded. “Yeah. And the other one’s the bottom.” He paused, then added, almost like he was testing the word, “Or sometimes they call it being a power bottom if he’s really into it.”
Bailey glanced at him. “Right.”
Jess shrugged, ears a little red. “I looked some stuff up after we talked. Figured I should know the term.”
Bailey nodded, feeling a weird mix of relief and something warmer in his chest. He was genuinely proud of Jess for doing the reading. Education isn't a passive state. It's an active dismantling of internalized stigma.
“Yeah,” he said. “Same.”
They watched in silence for a minute. The sounds were wet and clear heavy breathing, the occasional rough groan when the top guy hit maximum depth.
Jess shifted beside him. “Dude’s got good core engagement,” he muttered.
Bailey let out a short laugh, grateful for the break in tension. “Yeah. Look at that. Controlled as fuck. He’s not even shaking.”
On screen, the top guy pulled his cock out and replaced it with his tongue. The bottom guy arched hard, one hand fisted in the sheets.
“Fuck,” Jess said quietly. “That’s… thorough.”
Bailey nodded, eyes still on the screen. “Yeah. Looks like he knows what he’s doing. Really getting in there.”
Another minute passed. Bailey’s dick was hard in his sweats. That same involuntary biological reaction.
He glanced sideways.
Jess was watching the video, hands resting on his thighs, fingers curled like he was stopping himself from moving. But Bailey’s eyes dropped lower—and he saw the clear outline of Jess’s cock tenting the front of his gray sweats.
He must really like the video, Bailey thought. He’s super into this.
Bailey looked back at the screen, heart beating faster.
Trust, he reminded himself. He needs this to feel normal. I can help with that.
Jess shifted again on the couch. After a moment, he spoke, voice low and a little rough.
“Does this make you hard?”
Bailey didn’t hesitate.
“Oh yeah,” he said. “Real hard.”
He glanced over at Jess.
Jess’s eyes flicked down to where Bailey’s hand was resting on his cock, then back up to his face. Some of the tension in his jaw eased.
“Yeah,” Jess said quietly. “Me too.”
They kept watching. On screen, the bottom rolled over onto his hands and knees, chest down, ass up. The top guy moved in behind him, gripping his hips and sinking back in with one slow, deep thrust. The camera stayed close, showing every inch as his cock disappeared into the bottom guy’s ass. The bottom let out a long, low moan, his back arching as he pushed back to meet the thrust.
“Fuck,” Jess muttered. “Look at that stretch.”
Bailey nodded, his hand still resting lightly over his own erection. “Yeah. Like his body just… opens up for it.”
Another minute passed. The top guy was fucking him properly now—pistoning. The sounds were getting wetter, filthier. Bailey could feel his own cock throbbing under his palm. He didn’t move his hand away.
Jess’s breathing had changed. It was a little heavier now.
Bailey’s heart was hammering, but his internal process remained locked in. Step two: Hold space.
Bailey said, voice low, “You know… you can touch it. If you want.”
Jess let out a shaky breath, his eyes darting to the side of Bailey’s face. “Touch… yours?”
Bailey clinched internally. He’d meant Jess should feel free to touch himself, to get comfortable with his own arousal without shame. But he knew that correcting him now would ruin the safe environment. It would feel like a rejection. If Jess needed an anchor—if he needed to practice on a completely neutral, supportive party just to get over the initial hurdle—Bailey couldn't pull away. He had to take the hit.
“Yeah,” Bailey said, keeping his tone totally casual. “I mean, if you need to get a feel for things. Hands-on experience. I don’t mind.”
Jess swallowed hard. His jaw tightened, like he was stepping up to a heavy lift, completely convinced that he was helping his best friend brave a new world. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “Okay.”
Without overthinking it, Bailey let his legs fall open a little wider, adjusting his posture so Jess had a clear angle. Jess reached over, and pressed his broad palm over the growing bulge in Bailey’s fleece sweats.
Bailey’s breath caught, but he sat there.
Jess’s thumb started rubbing slow, tentative circles over the head of Bailey’s cock through the fabric. But after a few seconds, Jess swallowed hard. He looked down at his hand, then back over at Bailey.
“Spotting goes both ways,” Jess offered.
Bailey’s brain stalled out for a second, but then his gym-logic caught up. Right. He needs to know what it feels like to be touched by a guy, too.
“Right.”
He slowly reached out to rest his palm flat over the thick, rigid bulge in Jess’s sweats. It bounced up slightly under his touch.
They sat there watching as the guy on screen got fucked harder. Bailey kept his hand over Jess’s cock, giving it a slow, absent squeeze whenever the sounds on the video got particularly wet, while Jess’s hand stayed planted over Bailey’s, his thumb rubbing up and down on the head.
It was basic gym etiquette, really. You don’t let your training partner struggle through a new routine alone, and you definitely make sure the reps are split evenly.
They were in this together.
Chapter 5
On screen, the guy on top was fucking, while the bottom guy jerked himself off. It didn’t take long. The bottom guy came first with a loud, broken moan, spilling over his own stomach. The top guy kept going for a few more thrusts before he pulled out and came across the other guy’s abs.
Then, without saying anything, the top guy leaned down and kissed him.
It wasn’t rushed or rough. Just a slow, deep kiss while they were both still catching their breath, cum smeared between their stomachs.
Bailey swallowed.
He glanced over at Jess again.
Jess was still staring at the screen, thumb still moving slowly over Bailey’s cock.
Bailey looked back at the video for another second, then turned toward Jess.
“You ever kissed a guy before?” he asked, voice low.
Jess turned his head. His eyes were darker than usual. He shook his head. “No. You?”
Bailey shook his head too. “Nah.”
For a second they just looked at each other. Their hands stayed where they were—each still touching the other through their sweats. Then Jess leaned in.
The kiss was careful at first. Just the press of lips—dry, a little hesitant. Then Bailey kissed back. Jess’s mouth was warm and a little chapped. He tasted like the mint gum he always chewed after workouts.
It stayed soft for a few seconds. Testing.
Then Jess made a small sound in the back of his throat and tilted his head, and the kiss deepened.
Bailey’s free hand came up without thinking, landing on Jess’s chest. He could feel the muscle under the tank top, the steady thump of his heart. Jess’s free hand shoved up under Bailey’s hoodie, settling on his pec, fingers spreading wide like he was trying to hold as much of him as possible. Neither of them let go of what they were holding below the waistline.
They broke apart for air, both breathing harder now.
Jess’s eyes flicked down to Bailey’s mouth, then back up.
“Okay?” he asked, voice rough.
Bailey nodded. His lips felt hot. “Yeah.”
They kissed again.
This time it was messier. Jess’s tongue brushed Bailey’s bottom lip and Bailey opened for him without thinking. The sound Jess made when their tongues touched went straight to Bailey’s dick. He was fully hard now, straining against Jess's grip, and when Jess shifted closer their thighs pressed together even tighter.
Bailey’s hand slid up past Jess’s shoulder, his fingers tangling into the blond hair at the nape of his neck. He gripped the strands, pulling Jess just a fraction closer. Jess was so much taller than him—even sitting down Bailey had to reach up a little—but right now that didn’t feel weird. It just felt like them.
They pulled apart again, both panting.
Jess’s blond hair was messy from Bailey’s fingers. He looked at Bailey like he was trying to read something on his face.
Bailey swallowed, then asked again, voice low, “You really never kissed a guy before?”
Jess shook his head. “Nope.”
Bailey blinked. “You’re really good at it.”
Bailey leaned in again, putting more weight into it this time, and kissed Jess. Softer at first, then deeper. Jess kissed back a little harder.
Without really meaning to, Bailey pushed forward, and Jess fell back against the couch, Bailey following him down. Jess’s legs came up and wrapped around Bailey’s hips, pulling him in closer.
The sudden shift in leverage forced them to let go of each other’s cocks to brace themselves, but the loss of contact barely lasted a heartbeat. Bailey ground down against him on instinct, the hard line of his cock pressing against Jess’s through their sweats.
Jess groaned quietly into his mouth.
They kept kissing, hungrier now. Jess’s hand slid right back down to the hard line of Bailey’s cock through his sweats. Bailey made a low sound and rocked forward into the touch, his own hand following the exact same instinct, his palm wrapping firmly around the thick rise in Jess’s sweats.
Jess broke the kiss just enough to speak against Bailey’s mouth.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “This is…”
“Yeah,” Bailey said, not even sure what he was agreeing to. His hand was moving over Jess’s cock again, slowly.
The kissing was getting needier now—tongues sliding, teeth catching on lips, hands gripping tighter. Bailey could feel Jess’s cock twitching under his palm every time he squeezed. His own dick was throbbing, leaking steadily into his boxers. Jess’s legs stayed locked around his hips, keeping him close as they ground against each other.
Jess’s head dropped back. He was breathing hard, and his blond hair was messy and his lips were red.
“We don’t have to go further than this,” he said. His voice was hoarse. “If this is enough for —”
Bailey’s chest tightened.
His bro never even kissed another guy before tonight.
Jess had been carrying this alone for who knows how long—too scared to come out, too scared to even try anything with another guy. And now here he was, finally taking a step, and Bailey was the one he trusted enough to do it with.
Bailey couldn’t back out now. Not when Jess was finally letting himself have this. Not when he needed his best friend to show him it was okay.
He shook his head before Jess could say anything else.
“It’s not,” he said. The words came out rough. “I mean… if we’re actually gonna do this properly, kissing’s probably not gonna cut it. Right?”
Jess stared at him for a second, then let out a shaky breath that was almost a laugh.
“Yeah,” he said. “Probably not.”
They were still close, still touching. Bailey’s hand hadn’t left Jess’s cock. Jess’s hand was still resting over Bailey’s.
Bailey’s whole body felt hot and tight and strangely steady at the same time.
He was doing this to provide a completely judgment-free incubator for Jess to explore his authentic truth.
That was still true.
They stayed there for another few seconds, breathing hard, still pressed together. Then Jess glanced toward the hallway.
“Bedroom’s probably more comfortable,” he said.
Step two: Hold space.
Bailey nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
Chapter 6
Jess’s room was dim, the only light coming from the hallway. They stopped at the foot of the bed. For a moment, neither of them moved.
Jess reached up and pulled his tank top over his head, tossing it aside. Bailey mirrored him, grabbing the zipper of his half-open hoodie, dragging it the rest of the way down, and shrugging it off.
They stood there bare-chested, breathing hard.
They’d seen each other naked plenty of times before—locker rooms, post-workout showers, changing at each other’s apartments. Even shared the toilet a few times, peeing side by side. It was standard bro protocol to point at your boy's glutes or chest development in the mirror and yell, “Looking absolutely dense, king!”
It had never meant anything. Totally normal. Just supporting the team.
But this was different. In the locker room, the nudity was incidental. You talked about macros or split routines to fill the space. Here, the silence in the bedroom felt heavy. They weren't just taking their clothes off because they had to. They were actively taking them off for each other.
Jess hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his gray sweats and looked at Bailey. Bailey hooked his thumbs into his own fleece sweats, holding Jess's gaze. They gave each other a single, subtle nod and shoved their sweats and boxers down to the floor in one synchronized motion.
Jess’s cock stood hard and thick, curving up toward his stomach, the head already shiny with precum. Even completely naked, his longer frame made him look tall and lean.
Bailey’s own cock had sprung free at the exact same second—heavy, dark, and leaking steadily.
Bailey’s eyes immediately dropped to Jess's. He couldn't help it.
Jess caught him looking and huffed a quiet, slightly nervous laugh. “This okay?”
Bailey nodded, his throat tight. “Yeah. Safe space.”
Jess’s eyes dropped to Bailey’s crotch in return, his jaw parting a fraction.
“Fuck,” Jess muttered. “You’re really hard. The symmetry alone… the dick aesthetic is crazy, bro.”
Bailey felt his face heat up. He glanced down at himself. His cock twitched visibly at the compliment, bobbing. He felt strangely flattered.
“You think so?” he said, voice a little lower.
Jess’s gaze flicked back down to Bailey’s cock, watching it move. A small, crooked smile tugged at his mouth. He reached down and wrapped a hand around his own cock, giving it a slow, lazy stroke while he looked at Bailey.
“Yours looks really good too,” Bailey added, eyes dropping to where Jess was touching himself. “So fucking vascular.”
Jess let out a short, surprised laugh. “Thanks, bro. For reals.”
He gave himself another slow stroke, thumb dragging over the head, then let go and climbed onto the bed. He lay back against the pillows, legs spread a little, his cock resting against his stomach. He looked nervous but determined.
Bailey crawled onto the bed after him and knelt between Jess’s long legs. For a second he just looked at him—tall, blond, broad through the chest and shoulders, flushed all the way down to his cock. Bailey had always known Jess had a good body. He’d just never said it out loud—not like this.
“You look really fucking good like this,” Bailey said, voice low. “All spread out. Cock leaking all over your stomach.”
Jess’s ears went a little red, but he smiled. “Yeah? You too. Always thought you looked good naked. Just… never said it.”
Bailey felt something warm settle in his chest. He was going to give his boy the most validating, stigma-free experience possible. He crawled forward on his hands and knees, reached out, and wrapped his hand around Jess’s cock, giving it a slow stroke. Jess made a low sound and his hips twitched.
Bailey stared at it for a second like he was memorizing it. Then he leaned in and licked the head, dragging his tongue over the slit before taking him into his mouth.
Jess’s head dropped back against the pillows. “Fuck—”
Bailey opened wider, warm and wet, tongue working under the ridge. He made a small choking sound when he tried to take too much, but he didn’t pull off. He just breathed through his nose and kept going, spit already starting to drip down Jess’s shaft.
“Jesus—” Jess’s voice cracked. His hand found Bailey’s dark curls, fingers sliding in without thinking. He didn’t push, just held on.
Bailey pulled off with a wet sound, spit connecting his bottom lip to the head of Jess’s cock. His eyes were glassy, mouth shiny. His heart was hammering so hard he had to ground himself.
“Tell me if I’m doing it wrong,” he said, voice hoarse.
Embrace discomfort and mistakes, he reminded himself. Unlearning biases is uncomfortable. If corrected, accept the feedback with grace, apologize without making excuses, and focus on doing better on the next rep.
“You’re not,” Jess managed, his knuckles still buried deep in Bailey's hair. “You’re—fuck, really fucking good. And these curls, bro? The texture is wild. I don't even know.”
Bailey’s eyes flicked up at the praise. Something in his expression shifted. Then he went back down, bobbing his head and taking Jess deeper this time. The room filled with obscene sounds—the slick slide, the occasional gag when he pushed too far, the soft grunts Jess made every time Bailey swallowed around him.
Jess’s thighs were shaking. “Jesus—just like that. Fuck, your mouth feels so good.”
Bailey went back down even sloppier, using his hand on what he couldn’t fit and letting spit run over his knuckles. It felt filthy in the best way.
Jess was breathing harder now, one hand fisted in the sheets.
“Bro,” he warned, voice tight. He reached down and gently tugged at Bailey’s hair. “Hold up.”
Bailey pulled off slowly, letting Jess’s cock slip from his mouth with a wet sound. He looked up at Jess, lips red and shiny, breathing hard.
Jess stared down at him, chest heaving.
“Should we switch?” Jess asked. “For… practice?”
“Yeah,” Bailey said. “Switch.”
Jess adjusted himself to sit upright against the headboard, legs spread.
“Come here.”
Bailey stood and stepped closer, his feet on either side of Jess’s hips. With Jess taller and long-waisted, and Bailey shorter, their heights lined up perfectly, Bailey’s cock right at mouth level. “Like this?”
Jess reached out, wrapped a hand around the base of Bailey’s cock, and gave it a slow stroke while looking up at him.
“Fuck,” Jess muttered, eyes flicking over Bailey’s body. “Your quads look insane from down here.”
Bailey let out a short, surprised laugh, his face heating up again.
Jess didn’t wait for a reply. He leaned in and licked a slow stripe up the underside of Bailey’s cock before taking him into his mouth.
It was messier than Bailey expected. Jess was sloppy with it—lots of spit, wet sounds, not trying to be neat. Every time he pulled off to breathe, his head bumped lightly against the headboard, but his hand kept stroking, keeping Bailey right on the edge.
Jess grabbed at Bailey’s solid glutes and pulled him in. Bailey’s hand found Jess’s blond hair, gripping gently as Jess worked him. He started rocking his hips a little, pumping into Jess’s mouth.
It felt different than anything he’d done before. Hotter. Messier. More raw.
Never had a girl who let me do this, Bailey thought, the realization hitting him as he felt his cock slide in and out of Jess’s mouth under his own thrusts.
Jess’s free hand slid up the back of Bailey’s thigh, then higher. His fingers grazed lightly over Bailey’s hole—just a brush, not pushing, but deliberate. Bailey’s hips stuttered at the unexpected touch.
“Fuck—” Bailey groaned. He braced one hand against the wall above the headboard and pressed his chest and forehead to the cool surface, breathing hard against it as Jess kept sucking him.
Jess made a low sound around him and kept going, sucking harder, letting even more spit drip down Bailey’s shaft. His fingers stayed where they were, lightly circling, teasing.
Bailey’s thighs were twitching. He could feel his orgasm building fast.
“Jess— I’m getting close,” he warned, voice tight.
Jess pulled off slowly, just like Bailey had done earlier. He immediately released his grip on Bailey's dick, moving his hand down to wrap around his own cock instead. He looked up at him, lips shiny, breathing hard, lazily stroking himself while his other hand remained planted on Bailey's ass.
Bailey stayed leaning against the wall for a second, chest heaving, forehead still pressed to the cool surface. He needed the physical break, but watching Jess stroke his own dick with a spit-slicked mouth wasn't exactly helping his heart rate.
Jess lifted his hand from Bailey’s glute just long enough to wipe his mouth with the back of his wrist, then settled his palm right back where it was.
“You wanna keep going?” he asked. “Or is there anything else you wanna try before we… you know.”
Bailey looked down at Jess—tall, blond, sitting there pumping his own fist. He thought about the anatomy diagrams, the shower hose, and the tight weight in his own chest.
“Yeah,” Bailey said. “There’s more.”
Chapter 7
Bailey stared down at Jess for a second. His mind went back to the video they’d watched earlier—the way the guy on the bottom had opened up, the sounds he made when he was getting fucked. He swallowed.
If Jess goes to some random dude on an app for his first time, his emotional safety could be compromised. I gotta safeguard my boy’s vulnerability.
Jess was still sitting up against the headboard, legs spread, breathing hard. His cock was hard in his hand. He gave it a slow stroke as he looked up at Bailey, eyes a little uncertain.
Then Jess spoke, voice rough.
“I guess maybe you wanna fuck me?”
Bailey blinked. The question caught him off guard—not because he wasn’t willing, but because Jess had said it first. A strange little flicker of pride moved through his chest.
Wow, he thought. He’s figured it out. He’s comfortable enough to ask for what he needs. That’s huge.
He nodded, trying to keep his voice steady.
“Yeah,” Bailey said. “I can do that. If you want.”
Jess let go of his cock and leaned back on his hands for a second. He reached over to the nightstand, grabbed the small bottle of lotion, and set it closer to the edge of the mattress. Then he turned over onto his stomach, settling flat on the bed with his head turned to the side, resting on his folded arms. His ass stayed slightly raised, back arched just a little.
Bailey climbed onto the bed and moved behind him, settling on his knees between Jess’s legs. Even now, with everything they’d already done, the sight of Jess like this—face down, ass up, and asking for it—hit him in the chest.
He trusts me with this, Bailey thought. I’m not gonna fuck it up for him.
He reached out and pulled Jess’s cheeks apart with his thumbs. Jess’s hole was tight and pink, with a light ring of blond hair around it. Bailey stared for a second, then breathed, “Fuck… look at that.”
He knew Jess’s body better than his own—the shape of his back, the way his shoulders moved, the strength in his thighs—but this part was still new. Still intimate in a way that made Bailey’s pulse kick harder.
Jess let out a shaky breath into his arms.
Bailey leaned in and dragged his tongue over Jess’s hole in one slow, wet stripe.
Jess jerked hard.
“Fuck—”
Bailey didn’t stop. He licked again, slower this time, dragging his tongue flat over Jess’s hole before circling it. He took his time—licking, spitting, and pressing the tip of his tongue inside in slow strokes. It wasn’t like eating a girl. He wasn’t trying to rush toward anything. He was just focused on this one part of him, learning how Jess reacted when he licked a certain way, how his hole fluttered and loosened the longer Bailey worked it.
Every so often he’d pull back, spread Jess open with his thumbs again, and just look—watching the way his hole stayed slightly open now, shiny and relaxed. Then he’d lean back in and keep going, slower and deeper than before.
Jess was squirming, gripping the sheets tighter, his breathing getting heavier into his arms.
Bailey kept at it, lost in it for a minute, until Jess’s voice finally came out rough and muffled.
“Bailey—fuck, that’s good. Get in me.”
Bailey pulled back, chin shiny, and sat up on his knees. For a second he just stayed there behind Jess, looking down at him.
Jess was flushed and breathing hard, face turned to the side on his arms. His expression looked hazy in a way Bailey had never seen before—eyes half-lidded, mouth slightly open, like he was already somewhere else. The sight of him like that—open, trusting, and so fucking hot—hit Bailey harder than he expected. For a moment the room felt like it tilted a little.
Bailey took a slow breath to steady himself, then spoke, voice low.
“Hey… you want me to grab a condom? Or are we good like this?”
Jess turned his head just enough to glance back at him.
“I’m good either way,” he said. “I cleaned out too. And I always stay on top of my testing. Proactive sexual health is super important.”
Bailey mentally ran through the Five Ps of sexual health: Partners, Practices, Protection, Past History, and Pregnancy. He knew for a fact neither he nor Jess had hooked up with anyone in months. Their lifestyle discipline was flawless. Factoring in their baseline mutual trust as best bros, their clean bills of health, enthusiastic verbal consent, and the risk of pregnancy being an objective zero, the conclusion was plain: raw-dogging it with Jess was responsible. Mature.
“Yeah,” Bailey said, feeling a quiet swell of pride. “Same here. We’re safe to proceed.”
He grabbed the lotion from the nightstand and slicked up his cock. He moved in closer on his knees and lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against Jess’s hole.
“You sure?” Bailey asked one more time, securing that final layer of enthusiastic consent.
Jess nodded eagerly. “Yeah.”
Bailey eased his hips forward.
The heat and tightness hit him all at once. Jess’s hole gripped him like a fist, hot and slick and so fucking tight it made Bailey’s vision blur for a second. He had to stop halfway in just to breathe through it.
“Fuck… you feel big,” Jess muttered, voice strained.
Bailey pushed the rest of the way in until his hips were flush against Jess’s ass. The feeling of being buried inside his bro was overwhelming—tight, hot, and so deep it felt like Jess’s body was pulling him in and refusing to let go. Bailey stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, one hand braced on the bed.
He started moving in long, deep strokes, his hips rolling against Jess’s ass. Every time his hips locked out, Jess let out a low, rough sound into the pillow.
“You feel so fucking good,” Bailey groaned against the back of Jess’s shoulder. “So tight.”
Jess groaned into the sheets, pushing his ass back to meet Bailey’s thrusts.
“You can go harder,” he muttered. “I can take it.”
Bailey gave it to him. He braced his forearms on either side of Jess’s body and started fucking him harder—deeper, with more weight behind it. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. Jess’s back flexed and shifted under him with every thrust, the muscles in his shoulders and lats working as he pushed back.
It felt completely different from fucking a girl. There was so much more power here—in the way Jess’s body moved, in the strength Bailey could feel under his hands, in the way he could really put his weight into it without holding back.
Bailey could feel his own muscles working too—his arms and shoulders burning from holding himself up, his core tight, his hips driving forward with every stroke.
It turned him on more than he expected, but what really pushed him over the edge was hearing Jess take it. Every groan, every curse Jess smothered into the pillow proved exactly how much the guy was getting off on having Bailey buried inside him. There was something so raw and physical about it that it made Bailey throb even harder.
He was getting close. Really close. Part of him wanted to just let go—to fuck Jess harder and cum deep inside him. But another part of his brain kicked in.
Step three, the final phase of the protocol: create an equitable environment. He couldn't just prioritize his own release—that would be sloppy technique. A true spotter ensured both parties were actively facilitating the other’s growth, not just his own.
At the last second, Bailey forced himself to pull out.
He stayed there on his knees, gasping, heart pounding hard and sweat running down his face. His cock was shiny and wet, visibly twitching in the air like it wanted to shove back inside Jess on its own. Bailey blinked hard a few times, fighting the impulse to keep going.
Don’t lean into heteronormative roles, he thought to steel himself, even though he just wanted back in that ass. Just because I’m on top doesn’t mean I have to finish like this. He might want to try other things. I shouldn’t take that option away from him.
Jess turned his head to look back at him, still lying flat on the bed, breathing hard.
“You okay?” he asked, voice wrecked.
Bailey nodded, swallowing thickly. He was tracing the leaking head of his cock over the pink hole, so ready for more. It almost hurt to not push back in.
“Yeah,” he said, voice rough. “I just... I don't want to monopolize the equipment, you know? Like, I want to make sure I'm not centering my own experience here.”
Jess tilted his head, his eyes searching Bailey’s face. Then he slowly pushed himself up onto his elbows.
“You saying you want me to take a set?” Jess asked, his eyebrows raising. “Like... you want me to fuck you too?”
Bailey let out a shaky breath.
“Yeah,” Bailey said. “Just… making sure we get equal volume. An equitable distribution.”
Jess nodded slowly, a small, crooked smile pulling at his swollen lips.
“Right. Equal volume,” Jess said, his eyes darkening as he shifted his weight. “Cool.”
Chapter 8
Bailey pulled his legs back toward his chest, holding them there with both hands. Jess moved between them and looked down at him.
Bailey’s face was hot. He felt exposed like this, but he didn’t want to look away.
“We could try it like this,” he said quietly. “Face to face.”
Jess’s eyes darkened. He nodded.
“Yeah,” he said. “Good idea.”
He dropped lower and pushed Bailey’s legs back a little further. Bailey felt Jess’s hands spread him open, and then the warm, wet drag of Jess’s tongue over his hole.
Bailey’s whole body tightened.
“Oh boy—”
Jess licked again, slower, firmer, opening his mouth wider to lap the sensitive hole before sucking gently. Then he dug in. Jess licked like he was trying to open him up, like he wanted Bailey to feel every stroke. Bailey could feel Jess’s hot breath against him, and when he glanced down, Jess’s eyes flicked up to meet his for a second before he pushed his tongue inside again.
It was different like this. When Bailey had been the one on top, behind Jess, he had all the leverage, all the control, safely hidden behind the curves of Jess’s ass. But like this—spread wide open on his back with his legs pulled back—he had nowhere to hide. It was terrifyingly exposing. He could see Jess’s face between his legs, could watch the way his brow furrowed in intense, supportive concentration. He felt completely, physically vulnerable—and it was turning him on so hard his vision blurred.
Jess pulled back just enough to speak, his voice low and a little rough against Bailey’s skin.
“Fuck, you’re opening up real nice for me, bro.”
Then he leaned back in and kept going, licking and working his tongue deeper until Bailey was sighing and gripping the backs of his own thighs. Every so often Jess would pull back just enough to press a messy kiss against his hole before diving back in.
Bailey’s head was spinning. His cock was rock hard against his stomach, leaking steadily, but Jess didn’t touch it. He just kept eating him out like this was the main event.
After a few minutes, Jess finally pulled back, chin shiny. He sat up, breathing harder than before, and grabbed the lotion from the nightstand. He slicked up his cock and moved in closer, shimmying his hips to line himself up.
Bailey looked up at him, chest rising and falling fast. His hole felt wet and open and sensitive in a way that made him squirm.
Jess paused for a second, one hand resting on the back of Bailey’s thigh.
“You still good?” he asked.
Bailey nodded, voice a little rough. “Yeah. I’m good.”
Jess glanced down at how Bailey was holding his legs back, then looked at him again.
“You want them over my shoulders?” he asked. “Might be easier with the height difference.”
Bailey thought about it for a second, then nodded.
“Yeah,” he said. “Shoulders.”
Jess carefully lifted Bailey’s legs and hooked them over his shoulders. Even then, because Bailey was shorter, Jess had to lean forward quite a bit to line up properly. He pushed in slow, an inch at a time.
The stretch hit Bailey hard. Jess’s cock felt thick and overwhelming as it sank deeper. Bailey’s breath caught, his chest freezing as his thighs tightened over Jess’s shoulders.
Jess paused, holding himself perfectly still. "Breathe," he murmured, his hands firm on the sides of Bailey's thighs. "Breathe through it."
Bailey forced an exhale, deliberately letting his muscles unclench. For a few seconds it burned, but then something shifted. It felt exactly like the satisfying tension of a heavy lift—a stretch his body instinctively knew how to lean into and absorb. His thighs tensed and relaxed over Jess’s shoulders as the overwhelming thickness sank the rest of the way in.
As Jess bottomed out, the head of his cock pressed right against that spot inside him—stronger and deeper than anything Bailey had managed on his own. A thick wave of pleasure rolled through him.
“Fuck…” Bailey breathed out, his voice already shaky.
Jess stayed there for a second, breathing hard, one hand braced beside Bailey’s head.
“You okay?” he asked.
Bailey nodded, swallowing. “Yeah. Just… move. I want you to.”
Jess started fucking him.
It was slow at first—deliberate strokes that dragged perfectly over that spot every time. Bailey’s eyes fluttered. Every thrust sent another thick wave of pleasure through him. His cock was hard and leaking against his stomach.
Jess leaned down and kissed him, messy and hungry. Bailey kissed back, one hand gripping the back of Jess’s neck.
“You like this?” Jess asked against his mouth. “You want it like this?”
Bailey groaned, rocking up to meet him. “Yeah— fuck, yeah. Give it to me.”
Jess started fucking him with real heat, using his longer frame for maximum leverage. The mattress springs groaned as their bodies crashed together. Bailey’s legs stayed hooked over Jess’s shoulders. Every time Jess bottomed out, it punched a broken sound out of Bailey’s throat.
After a minute, Jess shifted his weight forward, folding Bailey a little more and resting more of his body on him. His chest pressed heavily against Bailey's hamstrings, driving Bailey's thighs tight against his own ribs. The new angle made him hit even deeper.
Bailey’s eyes flew open.
“Right there—fuck, right there,” he gasped, voice tight.
Jess didn’t let up. He kept that angle, fucking Bailey with powerful strokes while using his weight to keep him pinned. Jess leaned in, caging Bailey between his arms to kiss him again—slower this time but just as hungry—swallowing Bailey’s moans as he fucked him deeper.
Bailey could feel his orgasm building fast. Every thrust dragged right over that spot inside him, over and over. Desperate for friction, Bailey wedged his hand into the tight space between his compressed thighs, wrapping his fingers around his leaking cock. He was panting into Jess’s mouth now, his other hand gripping the back of Jess’s neck like he needed something to hold onto.
“I’m close,” Bailey warned, voice tight. His hand moved faster on his cock. “Jess— I’m gonna—”
Jess fucked him harder, breathing rough against his lips.
“Come on then,” he gritted out. “You're right there!”
Bailey felt his cock swell suddenly in his hand, going almost painfully hard for a split second before it erupted. Thick ropes of cum splashed hot across his stomach and chest, some of it hitting Jess’s abs as his body jerked. His hole clenched tight around Jess’s cock with every spurt.
That was all it took.
Jess pressed down with his full weight, hips snapping forward in short, frantic thrusts as he came. He buried his face against the side of Bailey’s neck, breathing hard while his cock pulsed deep inside him.
Bailey felt the heat of it flooding into him—Jess’s whole body on him, heavy and powerful, fucking it into Bailey with every pulse. It was completely different than having a girl cum around his dick. More overwhelming. More there.
As Jess trembled and shuddered, Bailey wrapped his arms around his back, holding him close.
“That’s it, bro,” he said, voice low and steady against Jess’s ear. “I got you. Just like that.”
Jess groaned into his neck, hips jerking through a few more short, desperate thrusts before he finally stilled, trembling on top of him.
Then neither of them moved.
Jess stayed slumped over Bailey, breathing hard against his neck. Eventually he let out a shaky exhale and carefully lifted one shoulder, easing Bailey’s leg off and letting it slide down. He did the same with the other side, trying to keep his hips still as he moved—but his cock still slipped out of Bailey’s hole with a wet sound. He stayed lying on top of him after that, heavy and warm, his softening cock resting against Bailey’s crack.
Bailey could feel Jess’s cum leaking out of him. His whole body felt heavy and shaky and completely wrung out. His cock was softening against his stomach, sticky with his own release.
After a minute of just breathing against each other, Jess finally pushed up onto one elbow. He let out a long, shuddering exhale and rolled off, flopping onto his back on the mattress beside Bailey. He threw one arm over his eyes, his chest still rising and falling fast.
Bailey let out a long breath of his own. He pulled one leg back, giving the muscle a slow, deep stretch. Compared to Jess’s longer frame, Bailey’s leg was shorter but thicker, packed with muscle that twitched as he extended it, his toes curling into the air as the tension finally released.
Neither of them spoke for a while, but eventually Jess lowered his arm and turned his head to look at Bailey. His blond hair was messy, stuck to his forehead with sweat. He looked completely fucked out.
Bailey looked back at him.
They were both quiet for another minute.
Then Jess let out a long breath and said, voice rough:
“Holy shit.”
Bailey huffed a tired laugh. “Yeah.”
They lay there side by side, sweaty, messy, and breathing hard, shoulders resting against each other.
Chapter 9
They stayed like that for a long time. The room was dim and quiet, except for the sound of their breathing slowly returning to normal.
Bailey stared up at the ceiling. His body felt heavy, sore in places he wasn’t used to, and completely wrung out. But his chest felt strangely light. The heavy, warm weight of Jess resting against his side didn't feel strange at all.
He kept waiting for the part where it would feel weird.
It hadn’t come yet.
Instead, Bailey found himself noticing how good they looked together, even just tangled up in the sheets. Jess’s longer, broader frame next to his own shorter, thicker build. The way Jess’s arm was draped over his waist like it belonged there. It felt… natural. Easy.
Jess stirred, his chest rising against Bailey's arm. He made a low, exhausted sound and turned his head. His blond hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, his lips still swollen. He was objectively beautiful.
"Hey," Jess murmured, his voice rough.
"Hey," Bailey said quietly.
Jess’s hand stayed on Bailey's waist, his thumb occasionally brushing slow, absent circles over his skin.
It still didn’t feel weird.
Bailey took a steady, satisfied breath, mentally checking his boxes. He’d followed the protocol perfectly: Step one, step two, and step three. He’d established the baseline, held the space, and ensured an equitable distribution of labor. He’d coached his bro through the point of failure, and now, finally, Jess could step into his truth.
It was time to lock this down.
“Look, man,” Bailey said, his voice quiet but steady. “Now that it’s out, I just want to say... I’m completely cool with you being gay. You don’t have to hide it anymore. The gym, the bros—nothing changes. I’m your wingman for life. Ride or die.”
Jess stared at him. The silence stretched. His hand stopped moving on Bailey's waist.
Then his eyebrows pulled together.
“Huh?” Jess said. “Bro… you’re the gay one.”
Bailey blinked. “What?”
“I’m not gay,” Jess said, pushing himself up on one elbow. “I did all of that because you’re gay and I didn’t want you to feel rejected.”
“I’m straight as a board, Jess!” Bailey barked, sitting up fast. “I’m super into women! I deeply respect their lived experiences and their work to dismantle the patriarchy!”
“Me too!” Jess yelled, his free hand flying up. “I love women! I'm a fierce advocate for intersectional feminism! Women’s emotional intelligence is top-tier!”
Bailey stared at him, genuinely baffled. “You never have a girlfriend though!”
“I’m shy!” Jess defended, his face flushing pink. “Except with you! Because we're bros!”
Bailey opened his mouth, then closed it again.
He stared at Jess as the gears in his head slowly started turning. Jess’s expression shifted too, his eyes narrowing slightly like he was running the same math in his head and arriving at the same impossible answer.
Bailey’s voice dropped to a slow, careful whisper as he tried to trace the timeline.
“Wait. If you’re straight… why were you looking at me like that in the locker room? I thought you were having a gay identity crisis.”
“Your lat spread was just incredible,” Jess said, blinking. “You have that short king leverage, I was literally just admiring it.”
Bailey just stared at him.
“I thought you were having a gay identity crisis,” Jess went on. “You came over talking about how being gay is an elite power move. I was trying to create a judgment-free zone.”
“Because I thought you were coming out to me over the chicken and rice,” Bailey said flatly. “You were brooding over the Tupperware. I spent three hours researching prostate health so I could spot you through your journey.”
Jess’s jaw went slack. “Wow. I bought a case of Pride water bottles to make you feel seen.”
“I chugged one and said ‘mmm extra good’ to validate your merch,” Bailey muttered. He nudged Jess’s bare shoulder. “You bought a whole case? That was so cool of you, bro.”
“I thought you were just really passionate about hydration,” Jess whispered.
They fell quiet again.
Bailey looked down at his dick for a second, then back at Jess.
“Jess… I literally pulled out before I could nut because I didn’t want to enforce heteronormative power dynamics on your first time.”
Jess stared at him. “You did that for me? I thought you just wanted to get raw dogged.”
Bailey shook his head. “Bro, I let you cum in me because I thought you needed a safe space to explore your truth.”
They both went quiet as the realization fully landed.
Within two seconds, they were both laughing—not a polite chuckle, but a deep, rib-shaking laugh. Jess slumped forward, burying his face in the mattress as his shoulders shook, while Bailey threw his head back against the headboard, wheezing.
“Bro,” Bailey gasped, wiping a tear from his eye. “Bro, you are so incredibly dumb.”
Jess looked up, a massive grin splitting his face. “No, bro. You are. You literally let me blow my load in you because you thought I was sad.”
“Ride or die,” Bailey shrugged, his cheeks flushing hot. It was an objectively ridiculous thing to admit, but also the absolute truth.
The laughter slowly wound down, leaving a warm, ridiculous stillness in the room. There was no melodrama. No tears. Just the blunt, mathematical fact that two entirely straight men had just had extremely gay sex out of a catastrophic surplus of mutual respect.
Jess slowly lowered his head back onto his folded arms, a final chuckle rumbling in his chest.
“Bro.”
“Yeah,” Bailey said, staring blankly at the far wall. “We really locked it out.”
“Man,” Jess muttered, shaking his head against the sheets. “That is… the craziest piece of allyship I have ever heard of.”
“It’s elite-level brotherhood,” Bailey corrected, his voice steadying.
Jess’s hand found its way back to Bailey’s waist, his thumb tracing a slow circle over the muscle again. Neither of them made any move to get out of bed.
“So…” Jess said, his voice dropping a fraction. “What do we do with that?”
Bailey looked down at him. At his messy blond hair, his flushed face, the way his thumb was still dragging over Bailey’s skin like he didn’t want to stop.
Instead of answering, Bailey shifted his weight and leaned down. Jess met him halfway.
The kiss was slower than before, lazier, but just as hungry. Their mouths moved together with easy familiarity now, tongues sliding deep and unhurried.
Jess’s hand slid down Bailey’s side and gripped his hip, yanking him closer until their chests pressed together. Bailey gasped into Jess’s mouth and rocked forward, grinding into him.
Jess broke the kiss just enough to speak against Bailey’s lips, eyes heavy lidded.
“Bro, you’re sure you’re not a little gay?” he murmured.
Bailey didn’t even hesitate.
“Nuh-uh,” he muttered, reaching down between them and wrapping his hand around both of their stiff cocks. He gave them a slow, firm stroke.
“Me neither,” Jess groaned, hips jerking up into Bailey’s grip.
They didn’t get out of bed for a long time after that.
END
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