Cole
The stall at the end of the bathroom was secluded. Cole loved how intimate it was compared to the rest of the building. The buzzing of the pale neons was the only thing keeping the silence away. Donovan stopped in front of the door, his sturdy back outlined by his sweat-soaked top.
“Fuck, man,” Donovan said. “I hope no one saw that.”
“Pretty sure nobody did,” Cole reassured him. “But you got an impressive piece of meat down there.”
“Shut up,” Donovan grunted. “I didn’t know what to do with myself.”
“Couldn’t just jerk it off right then and there, huh.”
Donovan scoffed. “Would you?”
“Of course not,” Cole winked. “But we’re alone now, aren’t we?”
Donovan tilted his head and took Cole’s hand in his. Cole was taken aback but kept a straight face, lacing their fingers together to encourage him. He clenched his jaw, salivating at the thought of kissing his friend.
He shook his head; he couldn’t proceed too fast. He couldn’t be the one to instigate the kiss; it had to come from Donovan himself.
He had to give Donovan enough to capture his attention, and pull away at just the right time to leave his cock dripping.
A rumble came from the corridor, and Donovan drew away quickly. He glanced at the door warily. Cole waited it out and analyzed his demeanor. He was ripe for the taking, but wasn’t ready for the world to know. Cole was sin and Donovan the sinner. But he did not want others to see him as such.
The voices dissipated, and Donovan released the tension in a drawn-out sigh. His shoulders dropped, pecs relaxing under his top. Cole focused on him, a trapped animal enslaved by his desire.
His shorts expanded again.
He opened the shower door, gesturing for Cole to go in.
The lock clicked before Cole even had the time to turn around. Donovan was close, too close, towering over him. Cole was smaller, but confident he could handle the jock if he had to.
Donovan leaned in for a kiss, but Cole pressed a hand on his chest, tuft of dark hair soft under his fingers.
“Take off your shirt,” He ordered sternly.
Donovan’s eyebrows shot up, and he threw his head back. “What are you playing at? Do you want this or not?”
“I want you, but you want me more,” Cole said. “If you’re not willing to listen, this stops here.”
“I don’t get it.”
“I’m not here for a fuck and run, if that’s what you want, I’m not interested.”
Donovan sighed, annoyed. “It’s never been my intention, for what it’s worth…” He hesitated. “I really like you. But…”
“But what?”
“I don’t know what you’re expecting of me. Sometimes you’re fun and warm, and sometimes you’re cold and bitchy. Who are you really?”
“Many things, one of them is a guy who wants to exert some degree of control over you.”
Donovan bumped into the door as he backed away. His lips were in a thin line, and he remained still for a moment.
“There’s—you get off on ordering people around, I…” he trailed off.
“Only hot guys like you. I saw something in you the moment you stepped into the gym, or else I wouldn’t have let you engage,” Cole told him.
“So what am I, huh? A project? A toy?”
Cole noticed the jock’s cock had throbbed and reached its full size.
“Your cock’s answered for you. Do you want to be a toy, Donovan?” The question came out sharply, cutting through his defenses.
“No—I don’t…” Donovan cupped his bulge to conceal it. “What the fuck…”
“That’s what you need, you and I know it. Now… take off your shirt.” Cole told him, and this time Donovan obeyed.
His nipples were nicely sized, pink, and stiff. Cole squeezed one lightly and was rewarded by a short gasp.
“Is this okay?” Cole asked.
Donovan nodded and tried to reach out. But Cole wordlessly forbade him. He stood at attention like a soldier swayed by the voice of his commanding officer.
“Good,” Cole pinched the other nipple and went on teasing both of them at the same time. Donovan moaned, throwing his head back. “You’re enjoying this, I see,” Cole whispered in his ear as goosebumps appeared on his skin.
His dick tightly trapped in his red gym shorts, he sought refuge in the crook of Cole’s neck, leaving the trace of a wet kiss on it.
Victory.
“Take off your shoes and shorts, not your boxers. Take your time, I want to enjoy the view.”
Donovan didn’t speak and stripped as he was told, obedient, but visibly hesitant when he started pulling down his shorts. Cole encouraged him with a single look. His feet were well-kept, and his hairy legs were masculine and strong. The white boxer briefs were the best part, revealing enough to be a tease.
He was a fine 19-year-old stallion, ready to be milked.
But as much as Cole wanted to unwrap his prize, he continued with a more chaste exploration. He inspected Donovan’s six-pack, then motioned him to turn around. He mapped out each muscle as if he owned them. Whenever he reached a new part of him, Donovan shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
“What do…”
“Did I allow you to speak?”
“No,” Donovan replied, apologetic.
“You’re right, I didn’t.” He traced Donovan’s encased cock with nimble fingers. It was paired up with a set of hefty balls.
Cole grabbed them lightly, just enough to startle him.
“Please… they’re too sensitive,” Precum darkened his briefs. Cole could tell the cockhead was huge, wrapped in a nice foreskin.
“Oh yeah,” He stroked him slowly. “When did you last cum?”
“A couple of days ago.”
“Those balls must be ready to burst.”
“They do, I…” He hesitated. “I want you.”
Cole laughed. “You do, don’t you? I bet you’d fuck me raw and rough.”
“I’ve been jerking off to you ever since we started training together,” Donovan admitted, thrusting into Cole. He stepped forward, grabbing onto Cole’s butt with powerful hands.
“But you need to earn me first. I don’t give myself to just any guy,” Cole traced circles on Donovan’s balls. “I need to know you’re ready to behave.”
“What do you expect me to do?” Donovan asked, too horny to think straight, too horny to resist.
“I want you to be an obedient lad.”
Donovan stepped back and snorted. “You’ll be the one begging when I have my way with you.” He kissed him, deeply and sloppily. A hint of mint on his tongue. Their shared smell filled with testosterone.
Cole wrestled to take control of the kiss and said. “If you’re not a good sport, there’s no way you’re getting to stretch out my hole,” His eyes darted to his butt. “Whether you get to bury your cock in me or not depends on you.”
Donovan frowned and crossed his bulky arms over his prominent chest. Cole partly read his train of thought. He was wondering if he had been right to trust him, but felt it was a bit late to close the door on whatever was growing between them.
“If you can keep your balls full for another… what day is it?” Cole tapped a finger on his chin. “Thursday… Let’s say until Sunday. I’ll give you a shot at cumming.”
“Until… but,” Donovan was visibly torn between his primal urge to cum and breed, and the promise of something better than a quick fuck. “I want to cum, now.” He managed gruffly.
“I don’t think so.” Cole hadn’t removed his clothes; he had kept a dominant position by remaining dressed. “If you uphold your part, I’ll do my best to uphold mine.”
Cole unlocked the door and left. The clear memory of Donovan’s stained briefs etched in his mind. He had so wanted to reach down and suck him dry, but then he wouldn’t have planted the seed of submission in the jock’s mind.
He wanted commitment, obedience, and full ownership over him.
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