So what happens now?
It had been two weeks since I had seen Tom after his breakup with Amy. I mean, what can I say, Amy’s mom really fucked him up, quite literally.
I had seen Tom working out from home. I mean, a breakup should be no reason to let his body fall to the wayside after all. I had seen Tom’s friends around, visiting and having drinks with him at the apartment, obviously showing their support for their buddy and totally unaware of what had really happened.
I had watched plenty of men bounce back from breakups. Some got reckless. Some got quiet. Tom felt different. Not broken, not careless. Just… shifted, like something inside him had moved and not settled yet. I could not explain why that caught my attention more than it should have.
Today I made my way to the gym and noticed Tom there. Not surprised, I mean life goes on and the team was doing great. That was just based on what I could overhear him and his buddies talk about. The odd thing today was that it was very late. The gym was local and open twenty four hours, but unlike those cheap gyms that do not even clean their bathrooms and showers, our gym was clean and felt exclusive because it used a strict member only key system that not only read your card but also compared a scanned face image to you looking at the camera to authorize entrance.
I say all this because if you had a member key, you could enter at any time. Inside, the gym was covered in cameras for everyone’s safety, but when it came to the changing rooms, sauna, tanning beds, and hydro massage tables, it was one hundred percent private.
I walked in and Tom nodded my way, as I think there were only two other guys in the gym. I nodded back and headed into the locker room. I found my assigned locker and proceeded to pull out my shorts and tank top.
“Fuck,” I thought as I moved my toothbrush and T shirt around my bag, realizing I had no spare underwear. “Fine,” I thought. Commando it is.
I closed my locker and walked over to the sinks, washed my face and hands, and did my best to bury the flashbacks of big Tom getting banged hard and fast while I stroked and came all over myself. I took a deep breath and calmed myself, grabbed my sweat towel, and headed out onto the floor.
I walked over to the treadmill and started slowly walking for the next five minutes before turning the walk into a run. After the first mile, I was able to get into a running rhythm, so I knew I would easily do my five miles, no problem.
I was absolutely flying, and my earphones were keeping track. “I Feel Love” by Sam Smith, the remix, was just perfect. I was sweating from pretty much everywhere, and that is the thing about me. When it was cardio day, I was going to sweat, and I was at peace with it. Swamp ass, pits, and back, check, I am good.
I was pulled out of my trance by Tom waving in front of my machine. I smiled and kept running. But I knew what I saw. Tom waved, but as he did, his eyes lingered at my shorts. I waited for him to walk past and bend to take a sip from the fountain before looking down to see my shorts were wet, and you could clearly see my cock and balls bouncing around as I ran.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I thought. “No,” I thought. “Own it.” I kept my stride. It was just me and Tom, so who fucking cared.
I’d been in situations like this before. Looks. Lingering glances. The unspoken awareness.
But this wasn’t that.
Ten minutes later I was down to one mile before hitting my five mile goal. Just as I was ready to give up and fly off the machine, the treadmill adjusted the speed and angle to initiate the cool down. I was breathing hard and doing my best to wipe the sweat off my face with my hand towel. I took a moment to look down and noticed that I really had sweated through my shorts and the fabric was absolutely clinging to my package.
“That was some workout,” I heard as Tom made his way back to the front of my treadmill.
“No kidding,” I said between breaths, still working on deepening and stabilizing my air intake.
“You were flying,” he said as he looked squarely at my bulge.
I noticed he adjusted, but I pretended not to be paying attention. We made more small talk, and then my cool down was over.
“I am heading out. I am a sweaty mess,” I said as I wiped down my machine.
“Yeah, me too,” he said. We continued to talk about nothing really, just talk to fill the silence that most men do.
And like I mentioned before, I do not give a shit. When I am at the gym, we are men. We all have the same thing, some smaller, some bigger, but it is the same shit. I was sweaty and sticky, and I was just not having it.
I hesitated, then I moved.
I peeled my shirt and shorts off, not paying attention to Tom’s eyes glued to me as he too took his shorts off.
I wanted to know if I was just reading this wrong, I didn’t need to test it. I already knew the answer, I just wanted to see if he did too.
so turning toward him in all my naked, sweaty glory, I said, “How’s Amy? I have not seen you guys around town in a while.”
I made sure to lean slightly, letting my cock and balls slide with my lean. Surprisingly, Tom gulped as his eyes followed my bulge sliding with my lean.
“So he is looking,” I thought. “That lady might have turned him,” I said to myself, before thinking no, not at all. If anything, it was just something he would erase and suppress.
“Yeah, we…” he hesitated as his eyes looked away. “We are not together anymore. It was just not working out,” he said uncomfortably.
“Well, it happens,” I said flatly.
“I really need to shower,” I announced and laughed as I wiped my face, making sure Tom could get a good look at my balls bouncing with my laugh.
“Let me get in there,” I said and waved as I walked away, making sure to drop my wet hand towel. I picked it up like nothing, but made sure to give him a great view of my balls and crack from behind.
I got into the shower fully expecting to be alone, as I had seen Tom pull on a clean, crisp T shirt and shorts. The water pressure in the open showers was heavenly. I lathered my head as I let the water pressure massage my back.
I opened my eyes as the feeling washed over me to see Tom standing a few feet away, completely naked.
“Shit. Think, think,” I thought. “So I am guessing the swamp ass and pits got you too,” I said with a smile.
That was the part that mattered.
For a moment, neither of us moved. The water filled the space between us, loud enough to cover the sound of my breath. I remember thinking, This is the last second I can still walk away.
“Yeah, the idea of sweating through my shirt was the deciding factor,” he chuckled and joined me at the nozzle next to me.
I am not going to lie. This fucker was hot. The water flowed over his muscular body from his chest down his abs and then followed the V shape down to his fucking five inch clubbed up dick. His balls were impressive. I had already seen his fat cock in action, but up close this guy was the real deal, strong, muscular, and shaped by years of sports.
“Focus,” I told myself as I forced myself to stay calm and just shower. I pulled on my cock a little, then lathered it up to give myself a good cleaning after all that sweating, only to catch Tom holding his fat cock, looking at my own cock in hand. I had to think fast.
“Hahahah,” I laughed and waved it around. Tom started laughing, and before we knew it we were doing helicopters, then lathering each other up and, against our wills, trying to get the other frustrated about not ever getting the suds off. We were kids again, feeling playful.
“Now help me get this soap off,” he laughed, as I had clearly won this round. I stepped behind him and helped rinse his hair as we continued laughing, but I leaned in and noticed it. He was massaging his hard cock, all eight fat inches full of suds. I instinctively reached and put my hands around his neck. To my utter surprise, big Tom groaned and arched his back. My own eight inches slipped between his muscular ass, making Tom groan.
“Well shit,” I thought. “Let’s do it then.” I reached down and used my left hand to grab his waist and pull his muscular ass toward me. My right hand moved up to his mouth where I stuck my fingers into it. To my surprise, Tom sucked on my fingers as he kept jerking off. I used both hands to grip his hair and pull his head back. Big, strong Tom began to moan and press back, making my cock slide up and down his tight ass.
I threw caution to the wind and positioned my cock head right at his back door. He was putty in my hands and somehow lost in his own head. He moaned softly as I reached around and pinched and pulled his nipples.
“Are you ready,” I whispered into Tom’s ear.
“Yes,” he whispered, still fully jerking his cock.
I wrapped my arms around his strong chest, the water beating down on both of us.
I was going to fuck this kid here and now. He was going to have his first real cock.
“Yeah, this place is great. I do not mind the price at all,” and then another voice said, “Let’s get to work.”
Tom and I broke out of whatever was fueling us and quickly rinsed and ran back to the lockers as the voices rang out from inside the gym. I was cursing in my head. “How did you fucking let this get so out of hand, and in public,” I yelled to myself.
I did not bother speaking to Tom. He too was trying to dry the soap still clinging to his body, his fat cock bouncing as he moved to throw on some clothes.
I was already walking out. I waved at the couple just starting their workout, and they waved back as I made a mad dash to the door and out into my car. I drove away faster than I ever had.
As I pulled into my parking spot, I walked out feeling drained and a bit regretful. Why did I overreact like that. Maybe it was because Tom is the captain of his team and extremely popular. The last thing I wanted was to affect that or put it in jeopardy. His whole team looks up to him as a leader and as a man their own age.
Derick and Dennis, his co captains, were always by his side and trained just as hard as he did. They looked up to him. If I messed this up for him, it could really be a devastating blow. Tom might not appreciate it, and he looked rather disappointed too if you ask me, but I just could not do that to him.
I got into my apartment and dropped the keys onto my coffee table, still reeling from the predicament I had just been through.
I jumped in the shower and got myself clean. I was hard as a rock and my balls were aching, but I decided I would just hold on and take care of this tomorrow. I would avoid this kid, and that was that. Besides, I never had a problem getting ass. I would just do that. Yeah, that is what I would do.
I settled on my couch. I had a Canada Dry and was watching my favorite science fiction movie, Sunshine.
When I heard two knocks on the door, I had not ordered anything. Amazon. Ebay. I was just in my shorts and nothing else. Shit, well, let’s just roll with it.
The knock came again, three strong knocks, more urgent. I dashed to the door expecting to have to sign for something. I swung the door open, fully ready to give some attitude to whoever was there.
“Nick.”
I had a skip in thought. There, just outside my apartment door, was Tom wearing a white muscle shirt and gray sweats that looked amazing on him. I did not mean to let my sight linger, but shit, I am only human.
Tom walked in and closed the door behind him. I stepped back, not really knowing what was happening.
Tom had that look on his face. Lust, hunger, and a little fear.
“Tom, listen, let’s just forget this happened,” but before I was done saying it, Tom peeled off his muscle shirt, revealing his chiseled chest, just furry enough, his muscles pulling and relaxing in a perfectly coordinated effort. He stared into my eyes, and as he untied the drawstring and lost the gray sweats, his cock was flaccid but damn it was magnificent, framing his bulbous balls that swung as he pulled the sweats completely off.
“To…” but he closed the gap between us and placed his index finger over my mouth.
He stepped back, the hunger now clearly visible. His cock was now fat and flat against his body.
I know this kid is in college, on the sports team. He is an inspiration to most, if not the whole campus. Shit, they all knew him. Regardless of what happened, I was not ready to mess this up for him. He was just a guy living and growing through college.
He must have seen my turmoil.
“Nick, eyes on me,” he said in the low register of his voice.
I looked into his eyes. There was something there, something electric. I was breathing hard now, scared too, but so fucking excited.
Tom opened his arms slightly as if saying, “I’m here. Your move.”
I immediately placed my hands on his face as I pressed my lips to his. His mouth was warm, wet, and inviting. He moaned as he accepted my mouth over his. I wrapped my arms around him, and he melted into my embrace.
Something was off. I knew it. It was in the way he kissed me back, in the tenderness of his movements as he allowed himself to be present with me, another man. He moaned as I moved from his mouth to his neck, the loss of breath as I reached back and pulled his hair so I could dig my teeth into the side of his neck.
“Niiiccckkk,” he moaned with vulnerability, and I adjusted. He wanted softness and connection, and fuck, what the hell was happening, but I was lost now. There was no going back for either of us.
“Nick,” he whispered as electricity sparked between us. “I want to see you,” he said meekly.
His hands explored my body, going over my chest and shoulder muscles, his fingertips dancing on my skin, leaving a trail of warmth as he traced the muscles of my body.
“Fuck,” what was going on here. At best, this was a one night stand, but…
I took a step back and made sure he could see me. I raised my right hand and reached across my chest and pinched my nipple while staring into his eyes. I heard the gulp as he swallowed hard. His cock head was nice and wet. I reached down and pulled my shorts down. My own fat cock swung free, my balls had a nice bounce as I stepped out of them.
He was fixed on my body, his eyes drifting down my chest to my cock and balls as he gulped again.
“Tom,” I said sternly, and his eyes met mine. I motioned my arms just as he had, and he closed the gap between us and pressed himself to me, his hands exploring my back, my face, and my ass. There was nothing rough, nothing harsh. It was tender, thoughtful, hungry, and I was being swept away.
I pulled away slightly to see his beautiful face and smiled a devilish smile.
“On your knees.”
Tom had a moment of fear. It was there just behind his eyes, but he nodded and lowered himself, my cock at the tip of his mouth.
I grabbed my cock and waved it around, pulling on it and my fat nuts. His eyes and breathing clearly told me he was more than ready.
“Suck my cock,” I commanded.
“Aarrrgghh,” he moaned as he took me in, losing himself as he engulfed me with his mouth. Shit, I thought, I will not be able to last very long. Why is this so crazy hot. I took his hand and pulled it toward my chest and then over my nipple.
“Mmmmmm,” he moaned as he began to massage my chest and then softly pinched my nipples.
“Ttttooom,” I moaned without realizing it. I looked down and saw the string of pearls from his cock to the floor. I smiled.
I picked him up off his knees and grabbed his cock and led him into my bedroom. He followed, breathing hard, his hand reaching for my back as I led him to the room.
I went to the nightstand and lit the candles as I closed the window blinds. The room took on a warm, golden glow. He followed me as I moved across the room before joining him at the edge of my bed. I made sure the bed was behind him as I pushed him onto it.
I made sure to get rougher with my kisses and touch as I laid on top of him, yet his touch remained soft and thoughtful.
I smiled as I held his face with my hands, bit my lip slightly, and began to work my way down from his mouth, his chest, his nipples, and followed the V line to his beautiful, engorged cock. He took deep breaths, his body writhing as I made my way to my prize.
I grabbed his cock and a deep moan hummed from his chest. I snapped my fingers and he looked down as I smiled and rubbed his cock over my lips. His legs shook slightly as I did this, but he kept looking at me smear his pre cum over my lips.
“What do you want, Tom,” I whispered as I took hold of his balls. I could see his hesitation. “Tell me, Tom, what do you want me to do,” I hummed.
“Suck my…” he hesitated.
“Tell me, Tom,” I said as I gave his cock a quick jerk.
“Suck my cock, Nick,” he whimpered, and I wasted no time.
I took all eight inches in one go. No lie, it was not easy, and it was unexpected, but I wanted him.
“NNNNiiiiiiccckkkkkkkkkkk,” he yelled as his body convulsed from the sensation and anticipation.
But I was working his fat cock in my mouth, every fold, every vein I explored with my tongue. His breathing was erratic and his body shook as I took him past my mouth and into my throat.
Yet his hands were gentle, his touch electric. He was moaning now and holding onto me for dear life as I went to town on him. The lights danced around us, his body glowing in candlelight. I could not help but admire him, exposed, open, and vulnerable, but absolutely having the time of his life.
“Nickkkk,” he said with urgency. “I am getting close,” he said weakly, but I held on tight. As he warmed me, he was about to cum. He tried to push me off in a moment of panic, but he was going nowhere. I was not going to let him.
“Nick,” he yelled as I saw his balls pull up tight. “I cannot hold it,” he whimpered as I kept on. He was helplessly under my control.
“AAAAAAAaarrrhhh,” he yelled as he shot his load into my hungry, waiting mouth. “Niiickkkkkk,” he mumbled as he continued to unload. “Fuuuuuuuucccccckkk,” he grunted as his orgasm swept over him. His body shaking all around me, my head pressed between his muscular thighs, but I kept sucking for dear life.
Then his body went limp, and I finally let his fat cock slip out of my mouth. He was lost in the moment, his eyes glazed over, mumbling as one does when you have had the best blowjob of your life.
For a few seconds, there was nothing but breathing. No roles. No expectations. Just the quiet weight of what had happened settling between us.
I pressed his legs to his chest. He looked so fucking hot. I took the time to let my eyes linger on his pink hole. It looked delicious.
He stared into my eyes and pulled me in, kissing me deeply, his strong arms tightly holding me as he made out with me.
My hard cock pressed between us as he switched positions. I was not flat on my mattress.
“I want more,” he said, the hunger back in his eyes as he sat on top of me, my cock hard and ready for him to sit on it.
He began to slide my cock between his muscular ass. He looked so fucking hot. Big, strong college captain getting ready to ride my cock.
“Sit on it, Tom,” I ordered.
He reached back and gave my cock a nice squeeze. He raised himself slightly, his muscles bulging, his legs tense as he placed my cock at his back door.
I noticed the fear. A dildo and a strap on is one thing, but sex with a man, real gay sex, was something else.
“You do not have to,” I said.
“No, I do. I want to. I am…” he whispered.
“Then sit on it, Tom,” I ordered.
“Oooooooo,” he moaned as he pressed my head against his hole. “Aaaaaaaa,” he moaned again as just the head of my cock slipped past his entrance. Fuck, I had to stay in control. He was so tight and warm, and I wanted to flip him and have my way with him, but I could not. He had to do this himself, and I had to hold on for dear life and not come on the spot.
“Shhhiiiitttttt,” he grunted as he pushed my dick all the way into his waiting hole. I could see the pain in his eyes, but his cock was hard and back to full attention.
His abs tensed and his chest tensed and released as his mouth fell open.
“Slowly, Tom. Up and down,” I encouraged, and it was simply glorious. I realized I would have to fight all the way through not to cum on the spot. I wanted him to cum again like this while he rode me.
I reached down and held his hips, and he began to slowly move up and down my shaft. A shot of pleasure was plain across his face, but he continued.
Then I saw it, the turning point from pain to pure pleasure. His eyes glazed as his head swung back slightly as he came down on my cock a little harder each time, his mouth falling open more with every movement.
We were grunting now, keeping pace with each other, his body riding me in all its muscled glory. The heat between us was threatening to burn the apartment down, and I was not going to stop it.
I reached up and pulled his mouth to mine. He grunted from my relentless assault but never tried to break free of my kiss, his mouth just as hungry for mine.
“Fuck,” he said as he leaned back and started to really ride me hard, giving me the satisfaction of seeing my cock slide into him. He moaned as he went into overdrive. His cock swung and slapped his abs, leaving wet stains of his pre cum.
The bed was shaking and sweating, but I kept pace. I was fighting with everything I had not to cum, but I knew I was losing the fight.
“I am going to cum,” he announced, and not a moment too soon. His cock, mid swing, shot three glorious loads one after another, splattering everywhere, on his chest, on my face, and on the bed.
His cries were exquisite. Tom’s body was shaking and squeaking as he continued to drive down on me, and then it was over. I felt my heavy balls pull up tightly. My body shook once before…
“I am going to fill your hole,” I yelled, and I did. It was intense and straight up magical. My vision blurred and my grip tightened on his hips as I plunged into him one last time.
“Oh shit,” he exclaimed as he felt my cock pulsing and filling him.
I exerted my dominance and wasted no time flipping him onto all fours, exposing his tender red hole. He buried his face into my mattress, breathing heavily, his upper body heaving from the effort.
I pulled a clean rag and placed it between his legs.
“I want to see my cum drip out of your ass, Tom,” I ordered. He lifted his upper body to protest, but I was not having it. I pressed him back down.
“Push it out, Tom,” I ordered. “Show me what a good boy you are.”
I saw it, his asshole winking beautifully as my cum flowed out of his hole, down his hanging balls, and onto the rag below.
“Aww shit,” he whimpered as he relaxed, face down, ass up, exposing himself and being completely vulnerable.
When he was done, I slapped his muscular ass a few times for good measure, then cleaned him up.
He lay flat and I took my place beside him, wrapping my arms around him. In no time, he was sleeping deeply. I held him until I too drifted to sleep.
In the early hours of the morning, my fucking alarm went off and I quickly reached out and turned it off. Then it hit me. Sometime during my sleep, Tom had left.
If not for his white muscle shirt, I could have thought this had all been a dream. A wonderful dream.
I walked into my bathroom and looked in the mirror. In all the excitement of the night before, I never noticed Tom had left me with a small love bite on my neck. I ran my finger over it. The skin was tender, and the memories of last night flooded my brain.
I stood there longer than I meant to, staring at my reflection. It should have been easy to forget. It wasn’t.
His voice lingered. The way he looked at me. The way he had stayed, even when he didn’t have to.
I told myself it meant nothing.
And that was the part that didn’t feel true.
I got into my car and sped away into the morning light.
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