I woke up on my stomach again, the same position I had fallen asleep in after Cruz had fucked me senseless last night. My face was buried deep in the pillow, the cotton still carrying the faint musky scent of sweat and sex. My hips were already moving before my eyes even opened, grinding slowly and instinctive against the mattress. My cock was rock hard, the swollen head rubbing delicious friction into the sheets with every lazy roll of my pelvis. My ass felt tender, a dull throb lingering from the way Cruz had stretched me open, pounded me deep, and filled me until I was shaking. The cheeks were sticky with dried cum that had leaked out while I slept, the skin pulling slightly every time I shifted. I could still feel him inside me, warm and wet, a constant reminder that Taylor’s older brother had fucked me deep last night.
My mind replayed every second of it in vivid, filthy detail. The low groan he let out when the fat head of his cock finally popped past my hole. The slow burn that turned into overwhelming pleasure as he sank inch after thick inch inside me. The way his voice had gone rough and wrecked when he growled. The hot, heavy pulses of his load flooding deep while I clenched around him and came, ropes shooting across his fingers.
I should have felt guilty. I should have felt ashamed that I had let my roommate’s brother turn me into his personal cum dump in less than forty-eight hours. But all I felt was empty without him. I wanted him again. Right now. A stupid grin pressed into the pillow as I humped the mattress a few more times, slow and deliberate, chasing the memory of his thick cock stretching me wide. Then I caught myself before I spilled, laughed softly into the fabric, and rolled out of bed on shaky legs.
I did not bother putting on underwear. There was no point anymore. Cruz had turned the entire apartment into a no-clothes zone and I was already slipping into the habit. My cock swung freely as I walked out of the bedroom, still hard and glistening with a bead of precum at the tip.
I stepped into the living room and stopped dead.
Cruz was on the floor doing push-ups, completely naked. Every single rep was pure pornography from where I stood. His massive triceps flexed and bulged with each controlled downward motion, veins popping thick along his forearms like cords under the skin. His pecs and shoulders rippled under the dark ink that covered them, sweat already starting to bead on his back and roll slowly down the deep groove of his spine toward the curve of his powerful meaty ass. His heavy cock brushed the floor every time he lowered himself — up and down, up and down — slapping softly against the floor, already half hard from the movement and morning blood flow. The sight made my mouth go dry and my own cock twitch hard against my thigh. Sweat dripped from his brow, landed on the floor between his wide hands. He looked like a machine built for hard work and harder sex, every muscle moving with purpose, every breath steady and controlled.
I stood there staring, unable to look away.
Finally I found my voice, trying to sound casual even though my throat felt tight and my pulse was racing.
“Is this your preparation for tomorrow’s job interview, construction man?”
Cruz looked up from the floor mid-rep, still in a half-push up position. He smirked, sweat shining on his forehead and upper lip.
“Sort of… Or maybe I thought I would give you a show.”
I walked closer, cock swinging with each step, growing harder the nearer I got to him.
“Why don’t you give me a show… up close?”
Cruz finished the rep, rose slowly to his full height, and stood naked close to me. His cock was now fully hard, thick and veiny and pointing right at my stomach, the head flushed dark and already leaking a clear bead of precum that caught the morning light.
“Lie down on the floor.”
I glanced at the hardwood. “What… no, it’s dirty.”
Cruz rolled his eyes, amused, but his voice stayed low and teasing.
“Okay, princess. Lie down on the mat near the couch.”
I agreed, walked over, and lowered myself naked onto the yoga mat next to the coffee table. I lay flat on my back and looked up at Cruz’s body towering above me. The view was immaculate. His abs were tight and shadowed, sweat starting to bead on the ridges and trickle down toward his navel. His pecs flexed as he breathed deep and slow. His cock was rock hard now, thick and pulsing, the slit glistening.
I swallowed hard.
“Uhm… what are you going to do?”
Cruz dropped into a perfect plank position above me, body mirroring mine but hovering just inches above me. His arms were locked, triceps bulging, sweat already dripping from his brow onto my chest in warm little drops.
“You like watching me do push-ups?”
I nodded, staring up at him, mesmerized.
“Yeah…”
Cruz adjusted his body slowly until his crotch was right over my mouth and his upper body was above my head.
“So I will do push-ups for you. But every time I come down… my cock goes in your mouth.”
I laughed, nervous and horny at the same time, the sound shaky in my throat.
“Oh, interesting. Let’s do it.”
Cruz grinned down at me, eyes dark with amusement and hunger.
“Okay. Keep your mouth open.”
He pushed down. His cock descended slowly toward my face. I opened wide. The thick head slid directly into my mouth, hot and salty with morning musk and fresh sweat. Cruz held the bottom of the push-up for a second, letting me suck gently, tongue swirling around the head and tasting the bead of precum that leaked onto my tongue. Then he pulled back up — cock slipping out with a wet pop, now shiny with my saliva.
I was already breathing hard.
“C’mon, give me a second to taste you…”, I said with disappointment on my face.
Cruz laughed low, the sound rumbling through his chest.
Then he pushed down again. This time slower. I wrapped my lips tight around the head, nibbled gently at the sensitive ridge, applied suction that made him groan low in his throat. Cruz held the position longer, triceps trembling slightly from the effort of staying steady. He pulled up — cock leaving with a string of saliva connecting it to my lips.
I smiled up at him, dazed.
“Yum…”
Third rep. Cruz lowered slower, deeper. I took more of his cock, tongue pressing flat under the shaft, tasting every vein as he sank in. His abs flexed inches from my forehead, sweat dripping onto my face and into my hair. The taste was overwhelming — thick, salty and fucking addictive. He held the bottom longer, letting me work him with my mouth, cheeks hollowing as I sucked. Pulled up — cock glistening.
Fourth rep. Cruz started bucking his hips slightly while holding the bottom position, fucking my mouth in short, controlled thrusts while still in push-up form.
“These are new variations we construction workers do…”
I laughed and moaned around his cock at the same time, eyes watering, throat relaxing to take more. Cruz kept going — push-up after push-up — each downward motion driving his cock deeper into my mouth.
After about 10-15 reps, he lowered fully, resting his body weight on forearms and knees, cock buried in my throat.
“Tell me if you want some air…”
I kept sucking his cock for a full minute, moaning and gagging softly, hands gripping his thick thighs, nails digging into the muscle. Then I tapped his hips. Cruz lifted up — cock leaving with a wet slurp, strings of saliva hanging between us.
I gasped for breath.
“Shit, this is fucking hot…”
Cruz dropped back down immediately.
“C’mon, less talking, more sucking.”
This time it was full-on face-fucking in push-up rhythm. Cruz lowered, thrust a few times into my mouth, held deep, pulled up. My hands gripped his thighs harder. His abs flexed inches from my forehead, sweat dripping onto my face and running into my eyes. The taste kept flooding my mouth — thick, salty, overwhelming. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, tongue swirling every time he pushed down. Cruz’s breathing grew heavier. His triceps shook slightly from holding the position so long.
“Fuck… getting close…”
He lowered one last time, buried deep, and unloaded… thick morning ropes blasting straight down my throat. I swallowed fast, gulping every spurt while Cruz groaned above me, body tense and trembling.
“Breakfast is ready…”
Cruz held the position through the pulses, then slowly lifted up. His cock pulled free — shiny, spent, but still heavy. All the cum was gone, swallowed by me.
He stood up fully, looked down at me with a grin.
“You are more interesting than I thought, Milo… very interesting.”
I sat up, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, smiling.
“Oh, you don’t know me… We nerds are usually the filthiest.”
Cruz laughed, reached down and pulled me to my feet. We stood naked in the living room, cocks soft but still sensitive, bodies close. His hand rested possessively on my hip.
I did not know how much I needed this. Cruz had turned my quiet apartment into a place where clothes did not matter, where straight-guy cock could slide down my throat while he did push-ups, where I could swallow load after load and still want more. Taylor would be back tomorrow morning. But right now, with Cruz’s cum still warm in my stomach and his hand on my skin, I was already dreading the moment he would leave. And praying his interview went well… because if he got that job, he might never really leave.
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