"Damn..."
He stayed there for quite some time, enjoying my mouth around his deflating dick. He had just shot gallons of his warm jock cum in my body, hands right on my destroyed throat, breathing hard.
Then he exhaled, removing his cockhead from my mouth:
“Sorry man." he said. “Came in a bit strong..”
I didn’t say anything. I was still trying to swallow his last cumblasts: face messed up with his sweat, cum and my spit.
He looked at me again, calmer now. Less confrontational:
“I’m not stupid,” he said. “I don’t catch everything right away, sure. But I know when someone’s bullshitting me.”
GULP.
“I didn’t mind doing the exercises. All your secret techniques and shit. I liked them. Really bro. I just didn’t get... why you couldn’t be straight with me, right?”
GULP.
“Hmm... I wasn’t trying to lie,” I said quietly, finally clearing my mouth from his salty load.
“I know bro,” he replied immediately. “That’s the thing though. Don’t think you were being shady on purpose like, more like hiding stuff.”
That hit closer than I expected.
He shifted his weight, looking down at my whole body for a while, before meeting my eyes again:
“Never been treated like that bro. Your throat action is something else... Truth is, I fucking love when you suck me off, watching you trying to fit it all inside. So warm and tight," He paused, jerking his cock slowly. "but stop pretending that's just some exercice then. Just ask me for my cock and I'll let you blow it, no worries bro."
The way he was casually talking about all that was fucking with my sanity. Hard.
"Ask me for my load and I'll feed it to ya bro, simple as that. understood?"
GULP.
Okay boss.
"Also, it's not fair I'm the only one getting the good stuff. That just feels weird man. You take me out to the movies, , you spot me at climbing and massage me. That's pretty unfair right?"
I nodded:
"Your right." I paused, trying to justify (poorly lol). “I thought... I was only a coach for you and that's it. Didn't think you were into...”
“I mean... "
There was a pause. The room felt very quiet.
“I want something simpler,” he continued. “More real. Like… bro to bro, okay? No bullshit. If you want something for me, just tell me and I'll do it. I owe you big time, bro."
I took a breath:
“You’re right.”
He relaxed a little at that:
“If I let you suck on it, that's cause I wanted it to happen, right?,” he said. "Cause'' I wanted to try it with you."
"Yeah."
He stood up, grabbed his shlong and jerked it for a couple of seconds (some sort of reflex I guess?). Then, he held out the very same hand, to help me stand up too.
Shlick
There was so much bodily fluids dripping from it that I almost slipped backward when he pulled me. And oh boy he pulled me with such force that I nearly fell again, this time against his sweaty chest.
I landed just centimeters from his bare nipples, so generous and round. The urge to take them in my mouth came over me... Didn't get the occasion to ask him because he hugged me tight:
"Thanks for everything. Bro.”
I felt that pause between his sentences.
Like a wave passing by.
This scene was actually the best thing that could happen to our relationship at this point: from then on, I was kinda less pressured to play straight with him, and started to actually ask more from him too.
As a matter of facts, things were about to balance out, in a very kinky way.
So a few days later, Mason invited me over.
Yeah, in his own flat.
The night had started at his fav climbing room, with me standing there, eyes up his nice butt, watching him climb like a human bulldozer.
Still not super precise, still not graceful, but somehow making it work through pure power and long limbs. Again, I loved helping him, this time though, I was kinda feeling more like a friend cheering him up than his personnal coach.
“Left foot higher big boy.”
“No, trust that hold. Try this one too man.”
"You're doing great! Fuck, you rocking that route!"
“Yeah, that one, you’ve got it bro!”
And he loved my encouragement.
Halfway up a very hard red route, he looked down at me, grinning:
“Telling you bro,” he said, flexing his free arm, “I do so so much better when you’re around.”
I rolled my eyes:
“Stop showing off and keep climbing you fucker.”
He laughed:
“Also true.”
He climbed and climbed without pretty much any rest, clearly enjoying having me there. His tank got damp really quickly with how fast he was doing those routes and I couln't retain myself from picturing his pecs under my hands.
Eventually, sweaty and satisfied, he jumped down and clapped me on the butt:
“Alright,” he said. “Come on. I’ll show you my nest.”
Yes. He actually said "nest".
“But first,” he added, pointing down the hallway, “let's hit that sauna.”
What happened in the sauna, I swear it will stay etched in my mind forever.
Same wooden benches, same heat wrapping around you and same hunger... his naked body in full display.
Mason closed the door behind us and sat down, elbows on knees, quiet for a second. Which, coming from him, always meant something was loading:
Then he looked at me and said, very calmly:
“Okay. My turn.”
I blinked:
“Your turn for…?”
“For not being useless,” he said, then immediately added, “Also for thanking you bud.”
That caught me off guard.
He leaned back, stretched his shoulders, and nodded toward me:
“You spotted me today. Like, really spotted me. I don’t mess around on the wall, and I felt safe.”
I waved it off, but he cut me short with a raised finger:
“Nope. Don’t do that thing where you minimize it. Just...” he gestured at the bench, “Lie down bro. On your belly. Relax and let your bro work.”
Reader, when a six-foot-something climber with biceps like tree trunks tells you to lie down and relax, you… comply.
So I did.
The bench was hot, my cheek against my folded arms, I waited for my prize. I heard him shift behind me, crack his neck, and then he climbed.
Over me.
In front of two dudes that were whispering about their next business seminar.
Hesitantly, his hands landed on my shoulders, and his thighs framed mine. His massive body was all over me, radiating his masculine heat. I could feel it, even in that sauna.
And oh boy.
This was not a professional massage. It was more like… confident guessing: he pressed too hard, then not enough, his thumbs went in completely random directions.
And honestly? I liked it. Not because it was good, but because he was trying. Big, clumsy effort. Very Mason.
At one point he paused and said, genuinely puzzled:
“Wait, is this a muscle or...?”
I laughed into my arm:
“You’re doing great. Don’t think too much and I'll guide you if you want.”
“Yeah that would be good bro. Just going with instinct so far.”
After a minute, his hands slowed. Less chaotic. Warmer. He leaned forward slightly, forearms resting near my sides, almost whispering:
“You know,” he said, voice lower, “I’ve never had a better bro than you.”
Shit dude...
My poor dick got full hard mode in like 2 seconds. His deep voice also made my chest tighten in a way I did not expect.
“Is that better?” he went on. “Should I always do same thing with the right and left hand?”
His hands went back to work, this time more… intentional. I started giving him quiet directions, half-whispered like some weird ASMR coaching session.
“Okay, slower. Yeah. Use your thumbs there — not straight down, more like… tracing.”
He followed very seriously, brow furrowed in concentration:
“Oh damn,” he muttered. “That actually feels… effective. Can feel your body relaxing. It's actually pretty cool bro.”
I laughed:
“Keep rubbing that back deeper then.” I said pointing at what I wanted". Yeah, right htere. You learn fast."
“I love learning bro,” he said. “Especially if it’s for a good cause.”
His hands moved from my upper back to my shoulders, then carefully up my neck. Still clumsy, still a bit heavy-handed, but way more controlled now. His engorged cock was now very close to hit my nuts, almost rubbing againt them.
You could tell he was enjoying getting it right:
“So this is how you treat someone after climbing?” he asked.
“Pretty much yeah. Could go even deeper I guess.”
He nodded to himself:
“Good to know.”
Then, with zero hesitation, he added:
“Gotta learn how to treat my favorite bro properly.”
His hands paused for half a second, then resumed:
I could feel the air shift as he positioned himself, his huge cockhead brushing against my exposed asshole, hot and heavy, sending a jolt straight through me.
You know that awkward sauna silence where people suddenly become very aware of everyone else’s limbs and personal space.
I felt Mason tense for like half a second behind me.
Then, completely unfazed, he said, loud and casual:
“It’s cool, guys. He needs this. Just between bros, right?”
The tallest stranger, probably latino, chuckled low, the other one shrugged, and just like that the tension evaporated.
Sauna diplomacy, solved by pure gym logic, I guess?
I'm sure they could perefctly spot Mason's leaking cock proudy sandwished between my buns. I mean nobody could miss such a monster anyway.
“See?” he added quietly while jerking off his cock with my cheeks, more to me than to them. “It's ok bro.”
I kid you not, he said it like that. No irony. No pause. Just… stated fact.
The guys nearby went back to their conversation. Steam kept rolling.
Were they gay? Maybe they didn't give a fuck about that giant gymbro using my ass to jerk his shlong, who knows?
I was afraid of causing problems for Mason, of getting us kicked out of his favorite climbing room, for good.
My gymbro kept massaging, visibly pleased every time I hummed or even moaned in satisfaction under his hands.
And there I was, face against my arms, heart doing stupid little flips, thinking:
Yep. Totally normal bro activity. Absolutely nothing to see here.
Eventually though, both watchers went out of the room. I was kinda releaved they were out but I also feared they would tell everything to the staff.
Mason loomed behind me, his massive frame casting a shadow even in the dim light:
"Wanna try something bro. Like, going deeper."
GULP
"How?"
"You know, just like you did with that magic tongue the other day. Your deluxe shit. Loved that. But I guess I wanted to try it on you."
"Shit, Mason the actual Mason wanted to rim me?
Not sure if I could avoid cumming all other the sauna if that happened but my hole was already twitching from the thought. :
"Wait... here?"
"I mean, since we here and that hole is calling me." He said causally while massaging my buns. "Must say, it looks great bro."
"Thanks. But... you shure about that?"
"About what?" He asked me, almost teasing. "I wanna try yeah. But don't go hard on me if I don't like it, okay?"
"Never rimmed someone?"
He paused, stretching my cheeks just to take a sniff:
"Yeah. Well, I'm used to like... pussy eating but, is that so different?"
Sweat dripped down my back, pooling at the base of my spine, and the heat made everything feel amplified.
I wanted him. So bad.
"Go ahead bro. Taste it if you want."
"Shit bro, no homo but you saying that is fucking hot." He joked,
He hesitated long, staring at my exposed crack, I pictured his face filles with confusion, warring with curiosity. I could feel his cock throbbing hard on my leg, as pre dripped fat over the wood.
"Alright... fuck it, bro. Just this once. Like with the ex: gonna lick that ass like hers, see if it loosens you up."
His voice rumbled unsure, but he leaned forward tentative, big hands gripping my hips rough, thick fingers digging into my skin as he positioned himself, breath hot on my cheeks.
Mason's tongue dragged flat and tentative over my hole, that first shy lap like he was probing a wound in some medical exam, all careful and clinical.
His big hands clamped my hips harder, thick fingers kneading my cheeks apart just enough to expose me fully in the sauna's. I could feel his breath huffing hot against my crack, uncertain but committed, his face probably scrunched in concentration:
"Like this, bro?" he muttered, voice muffled against my skin, tongue flicking out again in short strokes that barely teased the rim, avoiding anything deeper like he was scared it'd cross some line.
"Tell me how. Don't wanna fuck it up."
I moaned low, pushing back slight to encourage him, my cock throbbing under me against the bench as his wet muscle circled my pucker slow:
"Yeah, just like that at first, bro: gentle laps to loosen it. Flat tongue, cover the whole hole, get it slick. You're doing good, bro, feels perfect."
My voice stayed calm, guiding him like a yoga pose, but inside I was burning, his clueless straight-guy effort making my ass clench hungry for more.
He followed exact, lapping broader now, the heat of his mouth soaking my hole, making it wink and soften under the attention. Precum leaked from my tip, dripping onto the wood as his tongue pressed firmer, testing the give.
"Fuck... you're moaning like her," he grunted, pulling back a second to stare, his breath ragged. "Hole's getting all wet back here, bro: kinda like her pussy when she was soaked for me. Slippery and hot. Didn't expect that from a dude."
He dove back in tentative, but my groans egged him on, hips rolling subtle to grind against his face. His licks grew steadier, tongue flattening to drag from balls to crack, slurping the wetness he was creating, that salty tang of my ass filling his mouth.
Then he ramped up, lapping eager now: like a starved dog at a bowl, tongue thrusting sloppy and urgent against my pucker, spearing the rim with wet, greedy flicks.
"Shit, bro, your juice tastes pretty good actually,'"he mumbled between laps, voice thick with surprise, big arms flexing as he yanked my cheeks wider, burying his face deeper.
The slurps echoed wet in the steam, his nose grinding my taint, tongue fucking shallow into my hole now, swirling the slick walls. I gasped, ass clenching around the intrusion, my cock pulsing hard as he devoured me, that straight bro hunger breaking through the shyness.
I was so completely lost in the cheer euphoria of him devouring my hole I didn't even hear the sauna door open.
I only understood we were no longer alone when he door closed on a tall dude with a low-hangging dick he didn't bother to hide.
SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!
Mason didn't stop. Of course he didn't. He kept licking my butt full force.
And I was so lost in the trance I just couln't make him stop too. It was way too good. Mason going deeper and deeper, hands stretching my glutes to the max, thumbs digging in to spread me obscene, his tongue plunging deeper than I expected!
He was rubbing my insides greedy, lapping at the sensitive folds like he owned them.
"Mmmph, fuck, getting in there good, bro,"he growled, the vibration humming through my core, his licks turning feral, sucking my hole loud and sloppy. "Keep moaning for me."
In the corner of my eye, I saw the intruder sitting on the opposite bench, his thick legs spreading a bit, revealing his growing cock.
I quickly recognized him: It was the taller dude from arlier!
Same latino guy. Same casual way of showing off his male attributes.
He came back, just to watch us.
And I could feel his burning gaze.
Over me.
Me trying not to scream while my gymbro's tongue was searching deep in my insides, eager to make me fucking explode.
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