18+ Adult Content | All characters are 18+ | Explicit MM themes | 100% Pure Fiction
The breakroom at Freshway was quiet except for Cody tapping his watch against the table while he waited for his shift to start.
Cody was seated, his eyes darting from the breakroom door to his watch. He had seen Jason before and there had not been this reaction. He couldn’t have a crush on him, and Jason had already labeled it as “just a blowjob.” Cody stared at the work safety poster on the wall as if it were the only thing keeping his mind away from Jason.
“Cody!” came a voice that was familiar and welcome. Cody could smell Katie's perfume from a mile away as she had worn it since they first met.
She crossed the room almost skipping and slid down in the seat next to Cody, crossing her legs like she was going to interview Cody on a late-night show.
“No way you are working today! How was training?” Katie said as the breakroom door opened.
Cody shifted nervously in his seat, unsure who else might walk in.
“Oh, hey Katie. It uh... it was great! I think I made a good impression with Debbie,” Cody leaned forward, settling into his comfort zone, feeling the cold tabletop on his arm. “Hey, I wanted to thank you again for putting in a word for me to get me this job.”
“Ha, no worries. I have known you for what, six years now? I figure if you were a criminal I would have heard something by now.”
That was true. Cody thought back on how long he had known Katie. They had met in middle school when Cody thought he had a crush on Katie. It was a time when he was figuring out his own feelings and sexuality. Later he realized he was confusing his crush for a friend. They started to drift in high school as Katie ditched her brown mousy hair for long blonde flowing curls and debate club for boys.
Katie leaned forward, grabbing Cody's forearm.
“So, what is new with you? I saw you, what, like a month ago outside Mr. Adams's class?”
Cody shifted in his seat.
“Nothing new, just getting ready for graduation and then school.”
Katie leaned back, smiling.
“I heard Jason started here last week too. How is he?”
Cody stiffened.
His fingers stopped tapping the table.
“Oh, um good. I guess. Jason is Jason.” Cody ran his hand through his hair, looking over at the exit.
“Yeah,” she laughed. “He can be a lot but I think he means well. He was really appreciative when I told him that Freshway was hiring. Once I mentioned you were here he seemed even more interested.”
Katie.
Katie was the one who told Jason.
Cody’s eyebrow shot up. “Wait… why would that matter if I worked here?”
“He said it would be fun to try to get you out of your shell the last summer before you have to go be an even more boring and responsible adult.” Katie leaned back with a slight smile. “I didn’t know you were close again.”
“We aren’t close, Katie,” Cody hissed as he slammed his hand on the table.
“Fine, lol,” she said as she got up to start her shift.
“He is right though.
You should loosen up a bit.
Try to have some fun this summer.”
If. She. Only. Knew.
Cody glanced at the breakroom door again.
Still no Jason.
Jason never showed up for the shift.
By the time Cody clocked out, the nervous energy in his body had nowhere to go.
After work Cody drove to the gym, hoping a workout would quiet the thoughts racing through his body. It was early in the week and later than the gym's rush hour, so Cody was able to pick a locker away from everyone else. He placed his bag onto the wooden bench and took out his clothes.
He slowly slid off his shirt, exposing his lean, light muscles to the fluorescent lights. His hands passed over his tight stomach and unbuckled his belt, slipping off his pants until he was down to his navy boxer briefs that exposed the shape of his young, firm ass to the other members of the gym.
Cody's concentration was broken by another bag being quickly placed next to his. Glancing over, he noticed that he now occupied the space with a very attractive brown-haired guy who had to be just a few years older than him and just a bit taller. Cody fought to keep his gaze from exploring every inch of this guy as he undressed next to him.
Putting on his headphones, Cody knew he just wanted to get his workout done. He turned to leave and on his way out his eyes met the other man's and paused for a moment before he continued.
The volume of Cody's phone increased as he tuned out life and got lost in his music. Stretching became a way for Cody to relax, slow his breathing, and center his thoughts. Hitting the weights gave him a way to release the frustration of everything happening... and not happening... in his life.
Having built up a sweat, Cody was looking forward to a shower as he took off his clothes, placed each piece into his bag, and grabbed his towel.
Then his shoulder made contact with someone else.
“Oh, hey, sorry,” said the voice.
Cody looked up and it was the guy from earlier leaving the showers.
“No worries, wasn’t watching where I was going.”
Cody got into the shower and allowed the hot water to wash the sweat off his young, hard body. He soaped up his hands and brushed the suds onto his pecs and down his body as he rinsed off.
When he dried off his body he wanted to sit in the sauna and relax.
He walked into the steam room and the heat and steam could have knocked him over with the intensity. The cedar benches, arranged in a U-shape, were occupied by two others.
One was a 70-year-old man, about 240 pounds, reading a newspaper and sweating enough to fill the Grand Canyon.
Then there was the other guy.
The stranger he saw from earlier.
The guy seemed to smile at him and Cody tightened his towel and quickly sat on the bench opposite the younger man.
Cody did not look up but could feel the man's gaze on him. He had to be imagining things. Why would he be staring at him here?
He looked up.
The man was on his phone.
Cody sighed.
Thinking his imagination was going wild.
The old man cleared his throat and stood up preparing to leave. He slowly stretched from side to side and grabbed his towel that almost did not fit around his body and left, leaving Cody with the younger man and … his discomfort.
A minute passed.
Nothing.
Then out of the corner of his eye he saw the man shift. There was a rhythmic sound of the man rubbing his towel. Cody's gaze slowly, inch by inch, moved from his feet up to the guy and saw that he appeared to be rubbing his groin area with his hand and looking toward him.
Cody shifted slightly, suddenly aware of his own body beneath the towel.
Is this happening? I thought this only happened in porn.
Cody forced his eyes to look anywhere but at the other man.
Don’t look.
His curious side pulled at him anyway, like a dog straining at the end of a leash.
His eyes drifted back.
Cody looked forward and not a word was said. He watched as the outline of a lump between the man's legs seemed to get larger and larger.
As the sweat collected on his forehead, Cody let out a low sigh.
The young man grinned and gave Cody a head nod, but Cody stared forward.
His hand shifted slightly beneath the towel.
Stop.
But the movement happened anyway.
His own body responding with excitement.
The man then started to open his towel and expose himself.
Cody’s mouth went dry as he never thought he would be in a situation like this.
Like what Jason talked about.
The sauna door handle rattled.
Cody froze.
The door opened.
His hand jerked away from his groin.
Cody grabbed his towel and fled the room, leaving like the place was on fire.
The metal and glass door slammed behind him as he returned to his locker to change and head for the safety of his car.
Once the car door was closed, Cody let out a small sigh and stared straight ahead with his hands gripping the cold steering wheel.
His heart was racing.
Then he felt himself harden as he sat there in silence.
If something like that could happen to him, then the world was far different than he had ever imagined.
Maybe Jason hadn’t been exaggerating.
Maybe every story he told was true.
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