Keaton cruised into the gym parking lot with the windows down, the morning Kansas heat already pressing in despite the early hour. His eyes scanned the entrance out of habit and immediately locked onto exactly what he was hoping to see. Grayson. The kid was walking toward the doors with that same focused stride, gym bag slung over one shoulder, looking like he was trying really hard to act normal.
Keaton’s mouth curved into a slow grin. After yesterday’s locker room tease, he’d jerked off twice last night thinking about that hesitant hand wrapped around him. He wasn’t about to waste another morning on weights when he could have the real thing.
He rolled down the passenger window of his truck and leaned over. “Grayson.”
The younger man stopped and turned. His eyes widened when he recognized Keaton, a visible flush creeping up his neck. Good. Keaton liked that reaction.
“I… was just heading in,” Grayson said, glancing back at the gym as if it might anchor him.
Keaton leaned over the center console, one arm draped casually over the steering wheel. “Plans changed. Get in.” Keaton said, voice low but firm. He didn’t ask. He told. “We’re not doing the gym today, Grayson”
The use of his name seemed to hit Grayson somewhere deep. He hesitated for another second, chewing on his bottom lip, then let out a shaky breath and opened the door. He climbed in, dropping his bag at his feet. The door clicked shut, sealing them in together. Keaton could smell fresh soap on his skin and the faint nervousness rolling off him. Delicious.
“Morning,” Grayson said quietly, buckling his seatbelt like this was some casual errand.
Keaton chuckled and pulled out of the lot. “Morning. You came back. Knew you would.” He reached over and rested a hand high on Grayson’s thigh, squeezing once.
Grayson’s thigh tensed under his palm. “I told myself I was just coming to train.”
Keaton smirked, clearly amused. “Sure you did. And I’m just a friendly neighborhood spotter.” His thumb rubbed slow circles on the inside of Grayson’s leg, inching higher. “Been hard since yesterday thinking about that pretty mouth. Bet you’ve been thinking about my cock too.”
Grayson’s breath froze, but he didn’t pull away. He didn’t deny it. Instead, he shifted in the seat, already half-hard in his shorts. Keaton loved how responsive he was.
They didn’t talk much at first. Keaton liked the silence. Liked the way it built the tension between them. Liked watching the younger man squirm.
Eventually, Keaton turned onto a familiar access road that wound behind some overgrown fields. Thick trees and summer brush created a natural screen. He parked deep enough that the truck was mostly hidden from the main road and killed the engine. Private. Safe enough for what he had in mind.
The sudden quiet felt intimate. Leaves rustled softly outside. Keaton turned in his seat to face Grayson fully, eyes dark with intent.
“You nervous?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.
Grayson swallowed hard and nodded. “A little. I’ve never… done anything like this.”
Keaton’s cock twitched at the honesty. He reached out and cupped Grayson’s jaw, thumb brushing over his lower lip. “That’s what makes it hot. You’re gonna let me lead. All you have to do is listen and feel good. Can you do that for me?”
“Yeah,” Grayson whispered. His eyes were already darkening with want.
“Good boy.”
Keaton pulled him in and kissed him. It started firm, controlling, then deepened when Grayson opened for him with a soft sound. He tasted clean and eager. Keaton took his time exploring his mouth, one hand still gripping his jaw while the other slid into his hair, holding him right where he wanted him. Grayson moaned softly into the kiss, hands fisting Keaton’s shirt like he needed something to hold onto. The sound went straight to Keaton’s cock.
When Keaton finally pulled back, Grayson was breathing harder, lips slightly swollen. His pupils were blown wide. Keaton leaned back in his seat and spread his legs a little wider, opening his shorts and pulling his thick length free. He was already rock hard, the head flushed and leaking.
“Get over here and suck me,” he said, voice rough with command. “I want to see that pretty mouth stretched around my cock.”
Grayson’s cheeks burned red, but he didn’t argue. He fumbled with his seatbelt and leaned across the console. He stared for a moment, breathing fast, then wrapped his hand around the base like he had in the locker room. He leaned down and took the head into his mouth, tentative at first.
“Fuck, yes,” Keaton groaned. He put one hand on the back of Grayson’s head, not forcing but guiding. “Slower. Use your tongue. That’s it. Good boy. Just like that.”
Grayson moaned around him, the vibration pulling another groan from Keaton. He worked him steadily, cheeks hollowing, taking more with every pass. Wet sounds filled the truck cab. Keaton kept up a constant stream of praise and commands, voice low and steady.
“Deeper. Relax your throat. You can take more. I know you can.” He pushed gently on Grayson’s head, feeding him another inch. “Look at me while you suck it.”
Grayson’s eyes flicked up, wide and watery, mouth full. The sight, those pretty lips stretched wide, tears clinging to his lashes, completely focused on pleasing him, it nearly made Keaton lose it right there.
“You’re doing so fucking well,” Keaton praised, hips rocking up slightly. “Such a natural. Bet no one’s used this mouth the way it deserves. But I will.”
He started rocking his hips gently, fucking into Grayson’s mouth with controlled thrusts. Grayson gagged softly but didn’t pull away. Instead, he took it, one hand braced on Keaton’s thigh, the other squeezing the base of his cock. Keaton’s grip tightened in his hair, the power rush making his blood run hot. He loved this. The control, the way Grayson submitted so sweetly, even while overwhelmed.
“Touch yourself,” Keaton ordered. “I want you aching while you swallow me.”
Grayson whimpered and shoved his free hand into his shorts, stroking himself in time with Keaton’s thrusts. He fucked into Grayson’s mouth with shallow thrusts, careful but insistent. The sight was obscene and perfect.
“Gonna come,” he warned after a few more minutes. “You’re gonna swallow it like a good boy. Every drop.”
Grayson moaned in agreement, doubling his efforts. Keaton thrust deep one last time and came with a rough groan, holding Grayson’s head in place as he pulsed hot and heavy down his throat. Grayson took it all, swallowing around him, eyes fluttering shut.
When Keaton finally eased back, Grayson sat up, breathing ragged, lips shiny and swollen. His own hand was still moving in his shorts, frantic now.
Keaton caught his wrist. “Stop. Not yet.”
Grayson made a frustrated sound but obeyed, looking up at him with hazy, desperate eyes.
Keaton smirked and leaned over, kissing him deep again, tasting himself on Grayson’s tongue. Then he pushed Grayson back against the seat and freed his cock from his shorts. It was rock hard, flushed dark, already dripping. He wrapped a firm hand around Grayon’s cock and stroked him with purpose - tight, fast, perfect.
“Look at you,” Keaton murmured against his ear. “So fucking hard just from sucking me. You love it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Grayson gasped, hips bucking into his fist.
Keaton stroked him with firm, practiced strokes, thumb swiping over the head on every pass. “Come for me then. Right now. Let me see it.”
It didn’t take long. Grayson came hard with a broken moan, spilling over Keaton’s hand and onto his own stomach in thick pulses. His whole body shook with it. Keaton kept stroking him through the aftershocks, milking every last drop, murmuring praise the entire time.
Afterward, the cab was quiet except for their ragged breathing. Keaton grabbed some napkins from the center console and cleaned them both up, surprisingly gentle, wiping Grayson’s stomach and hand before tucking him back into his shorts.
Grayson sat there looking wrecked, all flushed, dazed, and already starting to look guilty.
Keaton watched him carefully. “You okay?”
Grayson nodded but wouldn’t quite meet his eyes. “Yeah. Just… this is a lot. I have a girlfriend. We’ve been together a long time. I shouldn’t be doing this.”
Keaton reached over and tilted Grayson’s chin up, forcing eye contact. “You’re here because you want it,” Keaton said evenly. “And you’re damn good at it. Don’t overthink it right now. This stays between us. No one else has to know.”
Grayson swallowed and gave a small nod, but the guilt was clearly sitting heavily on him. Keaton could see it in the way his shoulders tensed.
Keaton started the truck and drove them back toward the gym. The silence this time was comfortable. When he pulled into the lot, he parked near Grayson’s car but left the engine running.
“Same time tomorrow?” Keaton asked, smirking.
Grayson hesitated. “Maybe... Yeah. I think so.”
Keaton leaned over and kissed him once more, slow and claiming. “Good. Now go train if you still want to. I’ve got shit to do.”
Grayson climbed out, legs a little unsteady. He grabbed his bag and paused before closing the door. “See you tomorrow, Keaton.”
Keaton watched him walk away, eyes lingering on the way his ass filled out those shorts. The kid was hooked. Guilty, overwhelmed, but completely hooked. Keaton could work with that. He wanted to push him further, break him open.
He pulled out of the lot without going inside the gym. No need. He’d already gotten exactly what he came for.
The whole drive home, Keaton replayed every filthy second. The way Grayson’s throat had tightened around him. Those desperate little moans. The way he’d come so hard just from Keaton’s hand and praise. This was going to be addictive. Dangerous, maybe, but so fucking worth it.
Keaton adjusted himself in his shorts and turned up the music, grinning. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow.
