The party was loud and crowded when I walked through the door. I had not wanted to come but my friend insisted it would help me move on from my ex girlfriend Lila. He had no idea how far I had already moved on or why.
We broke up three months ago. The story we told everyone was that we grew apart after two years together. The real story was that I had started cheating on her with guys I met on Grindr. It began with curiosity one lonely night. Then it became something I could not control. I sucked cock in parked cars. I let strangers fuck me in their apartments. I got on my knees and took loads down my throat. I bent over and let them stretch my hole until I was leaking their cum for hours after. I told myself it was just physical. But every time a strong dominant guy used me I felt something click into place. I liked the way they took control. I liked the dirty talk. I liked how my body responded when a real man railed me.
Lila never knew. Or at least I hoped she didn’t. She had her own issues that made it easier to justify what I was doing. She never paid for anything. Not dinners. Not drinks. Not even her own share when we went out with friends. It all went on my card while she complained that I did not make enough money. She hated my friends. Called them losers who were holding me back. She bitched about everyone close to me. My family. My coworkers. Anyone who was not her. Most of all she hated that I was not jacked like the boyfriends her girlfriends had. She forced me to join the gym. Dragged me there and stood over me while I lifted. Told me I needed to look like a real man if I wanted to keep her. I went along with it because fighting back was too much work. But part of me always wondered if she was already fucking those muscled guys behind my back. I never asked. I could not. Not when I was sneaking off to meet guys who looked exactly like them.
The front door opened and she walked in. Lila. With her arm hooked around a man like she owned the place. She spotted me right away with that smirk spreading across her face. The one she wore when she had something to show off. She pulled him through the crowd straight toward me.
"Alex," she said when they reached the table. Her voice was light but I knew every edge in it. "Didn't expect to see you here tonight."
I kept my face straight. "Hey Lila. Yeah. Tagged along with some friends."
She turned to the tall guy beside her and smiled wider. "Logan, this is Alex. My ex. Alex this is Logan. My boyfriend."
Logan nodded once and stuck out his hand. "Hey man. Nice to meet you."
His voice was deep and even. I took his hand and the grip was firm and warm. Our eyes met and held for a second longer than two strangers meeting should need. I felt it in my chest. Dark eyes. Steady. I let go first.
I looked back at Lila. "Looks like you finally got yourself a jacked boyfriend."
She laughed short and sarcastic before stepping in closer to him and laying her hand flat on his chest with fingers spread over the tight white t-shirt. It was flirty and she was clearly showing him off. "Yeah I did. Met him at the gym actually. He was spotting me one day and we just clicked. One thing led to another and here we are."
Logan gave a small chuckle that came easy. "Gym has a way of bringing people together. Keeps you on track too."
The silence stretched a beat and I could feel her watching me while she waited. She had always wanted exactly this. Back when we were together she complained nonstop. She said I never hit the gym hard enough and that her friends all had hot jacked boyfriends while I stayed average and skinny.
Logan broke the quiet. "So what do you do Alex?"
We talked for a few minutes about normal stuff. I said marketing and he said finance while Lila kept chiming in and touching his arm every time she spoke. She laughed too loud at his short answers and her hand stayed on him touching his shoulder, chest and back as she showed him off like a prize she had won. I answered when he asked and kept it light but every time our eyes caught they stayed and held. He smiled a little with nothing pushy about it. Just there and lingering.
Lila steered it back to us. "So how have you been since we split Alex? Still running with the same people?"
I shrugged. "Yeah. Staying busy."
She smirked again. "Good. Good for you."
I could not stand much more of the way she kept touching him or the way he stood there solid and calm or the repeated eye contact that made heat crawl up my neck.
"I should find my friend," I said. "Nice meeting you Logan."
He nodded. "You too man. Take care."
Lila just kept that satisfied smile. "See you around Alex."
I did not reply to her and simply turned and walked out of the room. My heart was beating too fast and I could still feel his eyes on my back until I reached the hallway.
Instead of staying I went back home.
The drive home was quiet while my mind kept looping over every detail from the meeting. I could still picture the white t-shirt stretched tight across his chest on his six foot two frame with jeans sitting low on his hips and that slight bulge at the front. The firm handshake lingered along with the way our eyes had locked and stayed those extra seconds. On the surface, the talk had been normal but there was something else underneath it all.
I parked outside my building and rushed up the stairs. I unlocked the door and kicked it shut without bothering with the lights. I yanked my t-shirt over my head and kicked off my shoes before shoving my jeans and underwear down in one motion. My cock was already rock hard from thinking about Logan the entire drive back.
I walked naked into the bedroom and dropped onto the bed. The sheets felt cool against my back as I closed my eyes and let everything from the party come flooding back into my mind.
I pictured him standing there in that tight white t-shirt and the way it clung to his body while stretching across his broad chest. The dark shape of his nipple pressed visible through the thin fabric and how the material tightened over his stomach made every ridge of his abs stand out sharp and defined. In my head I peeled that t-shirt off him to reveal the full chest with hard pecs and dark nipples before the stomach appeared cut deep with clear ridges and the sharp v lines on his hips leading down.
My hand wrapped around my cock and I started stroking slowly from base to head while spreading the precum with my thumb. I thought about the handshake again and his big hand gripping mine — strong and sure. I pictured him alone with me…grabbing the front of my shirt to pull me into a quiet room. The door clicked shut as he pushed me back against it and his mouth came down on mine hard with his tongue pushing in deep. His hands slid down to grab my ass and squeeze tight while pulling me forward so I felt the hard line of him through his jeans.
I stroked faster with my fist sliding steadily and kept my eyes closed seeing only him in my head. He stepped back and lifted his t-shirt over his head with the fabric rising slowly to show the tanned skin inch by inch. His broad chest appeared with firm pecs and dark nipples followed by the stomach tight with deep ridges. Then his jeans opened and dropped to the floor as his cock came free thick and heavy hanging long between his legs with the head full and smooth and the shaft thick with veins. Below it his balls hung low and heavy swinging slightly as he moved closer.
I kept stroking faster now with my grip tight and twisting a little at the top on every upstroke. I imagined him pressing that muscular body against mine with skin hot and muscles hard while the weight of his cock rested against my thigh. He turned me around and bent me forward as the blunt pressure pushed his cock inside me with a slow stretch and deep fullness before the thrusts started steady at first then grew harder. The slap of skin filled the air and my own cock bounced untouched while leaking onto whatever surface we were on. I could almost feel the way his low hanging balls would slap against me with every push.
“Shit. Fuck yes”, I moaned as I kept stroking to the memory of Logan.
My breathing turned rough and my hand moved quick and steady on my cock as the tension built tight in my balls. I was getting close with my eyes squeezed shut and seeing only his naked body in my mind muscular and sweaty in my imagination as he took what he wanted and fucked like a real man would.
I reached over with my free hand and grabbed my phone off the nightstand while still stroking. I unlocked it and opened Instagram… then went to Lila's profile and scrolled down to her following list. I typed his name and found the account before clicking it.
His profile loaded with rows of pictures showing gym shots of him in tank tops lifting and smiling. Then I scrolled lower and shirtless pictures appeared.
One showed him standing in front of a gym mirror fresh after a workout with sweat still shining on his skin. His chest looked broad and pumped with abs tight and deep ridges while his arms were slightly raised and his nipples dark. A thin trail of hair ran down from his navel into the low waistband of his shorts that sat low on his hips with the bulge thick and heavy even soft and a clear outline of the shaft and head visible.
Another photo was a side angle of him posing with one arm flexed and muscles standing sharp as sweat ran in a line down between his pecs and over the abs with the v lines deep and shadowed. His cock was outlined long and substantial in the thin shorts material hanging heavy to one side.
I stared at the photos and zoomed in on the second one…. taking in the body and the sweat catching the light along with the way everything looked hard and real. My hand moved faster on my cock as I kept looking and swiped to another shirtless shot of him bent slightly in the mirror with back muscles rippling and his ass filling out the shorts before it flipped to the front again with the full torso on display. His nipples stood out and the happy trail led down with the thick outline in the shorts even more obvious now.
I stroked harder with my eyes locked on the screen and on his shirtless body… the muscles, the sweat and the promise of that thick cock I could see outlined. I imagined it hard now pushing deep into me with the low hanging balls slapping and the heat of him on top of me. My fist flew up and down my shaft and the pressure built fast. My cock throbbed in my grip. I was right on the edge staring at his pictures and jerking off to the real thing on my screen.
My phone vibrated hard in my hand as a new notification slid down from the top.
It was an Instagram message from Logan.
I stopped mid stroke with my heart slamming against my ribs. My thumb tapped it open without thinking and the message loaded.
“Yoo. You are Lila's ex right. “
“Alex?”
Fuck.
My mind went straight to panic.
Had I accidentally liked one of his pictures when I zoomed in? These apps do that sometimes. What if he got a notification that I was on his profile right now? What was he going to think? That I was some weird ex creeping on his photos? That I was into him? Which I was. But he didn’t need to know that. Especially not while I was naked in bed with my cock still hard in my hand staring at his shirtless body.
My cock throbbed once against my stomach still leaking.
What the hell was I supposed to do now?
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