Recap: Drew just had his face buried in my ass like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. And now, standing there, breath still a little heavy, hand casually palming the front of his compression leggings like nothing just happened, he looks me dead in the eye and asks, “Is it true...that guys suck dick better than girls?”
At first I thought he was joking. But the way his voice dipped,quiet, kind of serious, almost like he hated how badly he wanted the answer....yeah, that wasn’t a joke. That was Drew opening a door he wasn’t ready for and realizing it might not close.
I just shrugged, keeping it casual. “If I’m being honest… yeah. We do.”
He nodded like that made sense, but also like it made too much sense. Like he could suddenly hear his own heartbeat. Like his cock, still stiff and twitching in his leggings, had more authority than his brain. I could literally see it throbbing, pressing harder against the fabric.
“You’re so hard it’s ridiculous,” I said, laughing under my breath.
He laughed too, but it came out thin. “I didn’t even jerk off or anything,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just… grinding into the air like a complete idiot.”
“You’re definitely not an idiot,” I told him. “Maybe just hungry for a mouth around your cock.”
That made him snort, but the tension in his shoulders didn’t go away. If anything, it got worse. Or better. Depending how you look at it. Then he looked right at me and said, “So… you’d really do it? Suck me?”
That question hit different. It wasn’t just dirty. It was real. And Drew, this straight, cocky gym bro, wasn’t hiding behind jokes or denial anymore. He was just… asking.
“Yeah,” I said, and stepped in close, smirking. “I totally would, man..”
He let out a breath, then sat down heavily on the bench, like gravity was suddenly stronger.
I knelt between his legs, feeling the chill of the gym floor under my knees. He watched me, breathing slow but shaky. His legs shifted apart a little more, like his body was inviting this even if his mind wasn’t all the way caught up.
I ran my palms up the insides of his thighs, over the tight black fabric, until I reached that hard bulge. I pressed against it, just enough to make him flinch. “You ready to find out?” I asked.
He gave me this tiny nod, like he couldn’t trust his voice.
So I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his black leggings and pulled them down slow. His cock was now out, thick and flushed red, already leaking at the tip. I couldn't wait to taste him. His breath caught in his throat like it surprised even him.
I looked up at him as I wrapped one hand around the base. “Look at how hard you are, you sure you are still straight?” I teased.
“Shut up, just suck it.,” he muttered, cheeks going red but he didn’t stop me.
I leaned in and licked a stripe up the side, just to taste him. Salty, warm, slightly musky. His hips jerked a little like he didn’t mean to.
“Dammnn bro,” he breathed, his hands gripping the edge of the bench.
I took his cock into my mouth slowly, letting the heat and weight of him settle on my tongue. Drew’s thighs tensed, but he didn’t move. Just sat there, eyes locked on me like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
I started moving my head, slow and steady down his cock, my hand twisting lightly at the base. My other hand was resting on his thigh, keeping him grounded while I worked his cock deeper, letting my lips stretch, tongue drag along the shaft. He groaned low in his chest, like the sound was dragged out of him against his will.
“Fuck, man,” he whispered. “That’s… fucking nuts.”
His hips started moving instinctively, just slightly. Barely-there thrusts, like his body couldn’t help it. He was trying so hard to stay in control, to not give it away but his cock was rock hard and throbbing in my mouth, growing every second.
I pulled back to catch my breath and looked up at him. “So?” I asked, licking my lips. “How am I doing so far?”
He stared down at me, eyes wild, chest rising and falling like he’d just sprinted a mile. “I don’t know what the fuck this is,” he said. “But yeah… yeah, it feels insane.”
I smiled and went back down, faster this time, wetter, sloppier. My spit ran down his shaft as I twisted my hand and sucked him deep again. Drew groaned louder now, head tipping back, mouth hanging open. His abs were flexed, his whole body tense like he was holding back from losing it.
Then...
BAM.
The door swung open hard.
“Hey Drew! Uh, sorry to bother you, man, but I....”
It was Julian. The receptionist.
He froze. Like froze. Eyes wide, mouth still open mid-sentence.
And there I was. On my knees. Mouth shiny. Hand wrapped around Drew’s spit-slicked dick. Drew was hard and sitting red-faced on the bench, looking like he was about to cum if i went any longer.
Julian blinked and took a half step back. “Oh. Uh. Shit. Sorry, I...forgot my clothes in the locker.”
I yanked my hand away and sat back quick, heart pounding like I’d just been caught by a teacher doing something filthy in the back of class.
Drew just sat there, cock still hard, trying to act like nothing was happening even though his face was a mess of I should not be this turned on right now.
Julian cleared his throat awkwardly, eyes on the ceiling. “I’m just gonna… let you guys do your thing.. I'll grab my stuff later."
And with that, he backed out and shut the door.
Silence.
I turned back to Drew, who hadn’t moved, still breathing hard, still flushed, still so fucking hard it hurt to look at.
I licked my lips, heart hammering in my chest, and said, “Do you think he's going to tell your brother about this?"
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