Deep Squats
The next morning I walked into the gym already half-hard with anticipation. My body still remembered every stroke from yesterday's shower. When I stepped inside, Eric was already there.
He glanced up from loading plates the moment I entered. Our eyes locked. He gave me a small, shy smile before quickly looking back down at the bar, but not before I caught the flush creeping up his neck.
I started my usual warm-up on the treadmill, keeping it light at first. After a few minutes I spoke, voice warm and low enough to carry across the quiet gym.
"Morning, Eric. Glad to see you survived yesterday."
He let out a soft, nervous laugh, adjusting the bar on his shoulders. "Morning... Yeah, I'm here. Trying not to need another rescue today."
I smiled, letting my gaze linger on him a little longer than necessary. "Well, the offer still stands. I'm right here if you need me."
He nodded, clearly flustered, but there was something else in his eyes too -- curiosity. He didn't shut the conversation down. Instead, he stepped under the bar for his first set of squats.
And fuck... it was torture.
Every time he dropped into a deep squat, those gray shorts stretched tight across his firm, round ass. The fabric clung to every curve as his powerful thighs worked. I couldn't stop staring. My jog slowed to a walk, then nearly stopped completely. My cock thickened steadily in my shorts as I watched the way his body moved -- controlled, strong, and unintentionally obscene.
Eric finished the set and racked the bar, breathing hard. When he turned around, he caught me staring. His chest rose and fell faster. He swallowed visibly but didn't say anything. Instead, he added more weight and prepared for the next set.
This time his movements were slower. Deeper. More deliberate. Every rep pushed his ass back toward me. I was fully hard now, aching, my eyes glued to the way the thin material outlined him.
On the fourth rep, the bar suddenly wobbled violently. Eric's legs buckled slightly under the heavier weight. He let out a strained, desperate grunt as he fought to keep the bar from crushing him, arms shaking hard. For a terrifying second it looked like he was going to lose control completely.
He barely managed to slam the bar back onto the rack with a loud, chaotic clang before stumbling forward, hands on his knees, breathing ragged.
I stopped the treadmill instantly and rushed over, genuine worry cutting through the lust.
"Eric!" I called, voice sharp with concern as I closed the distance. I stopped just behind him and placed a steadying hand on his upper back. His skin was burning hot and slick with sweat. "Hey, talk to me. You good? That looked dangerous."
He stayed bent over for a moment, catching his breath, clearly rattled. When he finally straightened and turned around, his blue eyes were wide, pupils blown, and his face was deep red -- a mix of exertion and something far more vulnerable.
"I... I'm okay," he breathed shakily. "Just... pushed it too hard."
I didn't pull my hand away. Instead, I kept it firmly on his upper back, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breathing. My thumb moved in slow, soothing circles against his damp tank top.
"You scared me for a second there," I said, voice lowering. "But damn... even while you were struggling, I couldn't stop looking at you."
Eric's breath hitched. He didn't step away. If anything, he leaned slightly into my touch.
I let my hand slide slowly down his spine, stopping at the small of his back. "You've been different today. The way you keep looking at me... the way you've been squatting like that." My eyes dropped deliberately down his body, taking in the obvious tent in his shorts. "It's like you're trying to drive me insane on purpose."
Eric swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. His cheeks burned even darker. He opened his mouth but no words came out -- just a shaky exhale.
I stepped closer until our bodies were almost touching. My voice dropped to a whisper.
"No one else is here, Eric. It's just you and me." My hand dared to slide lower, boldly cupping the top curve of his firm ass. "I can feel how nervous you are... but I can also see how hard you are right now."
His breathing was ragged. He looked toward the gym door, then back at me, torn between fear and raw desire.
I leaned in, lips brushing against his ear as I gave his ass a gentle, possessive squeeze.
"Get on your knees for me, Eric."
He froze. For several long, heart-pounding seconds I thought he might bolt. His hands trembled at his sides. His eyes flicked between my face and the very obvious bulge in my shorts.
Then, slowly, almost like he was in a trance, he sank to his knees on the rubber mat right in front of me. Once he was down, he looked up at me with those wide, nervous blue eyes -- uncertain, vulnerable, silently begging for instruction.
"Good boy," I murmured. "Go ahead... pull my shorts down."
Eric gulped visibly, his hands shaking as he reached up. He hooked his fingers into my waistband and slowly tugged them down. Inch by inch he revealed the thick base of my cock until the full length sprang free -- rock hard, 7 inches, uncut, my foreskin already pulled back from how turned on I was. The head was flushed and glistening with precum.
He stared at it in complete awe, eyes tracing every vein, the thickness, the way it throbbed in front of his face. His lips parted. He looked back up at me, breathing fast and shallow.
"Wrap your hand around it," I said softly. "Stroke it slowly."
Eric hesitated for only a second before reaching up. His warm palm wrapped around my shaft. He started jerking me with slow, tentative strokes, his grip unsure but eager to please. The sight of him on his knees, looking up at me while stroking my cock, was almost too much.
After a few moments I groaned softly. "It could probably use some lubricant... Go ahead and put your mouth on it."
He looked up at me one last time -- nervous, vulnerable, and so fucking beautiful -- then leaned forward. His warm breath ghosted over the head of my cock before his soft, hesitant lips finally touched me.
"That's it," I encouraged gently. "Just the head first. Use your tongue."
Eric obeyed, swirling his tongue around my exposed head with inexperienced but eager strokes. The wet heat made me groan. He took more of me into his mouth, sucking softly, eyes watering as he tried to take me deeper.
"Easy. Relax your throat... breathe through your nose," I coached, threading my fingers lightly through his dark brown hair. "There you go. Just like that. You're doing so good."
He moaned around my cock at the praise, the vibration shooting through me. He got a little bolder, bobbing his head, taking more with every pass even as he gagged softly. Saliva started dripping down his chin. His own cock was straining painfully against his shorts, untouched.
I started rocking my hips gently, fucking his mouth with slow, controlled thrusts. "Look at me while you suck it."
His teary blue eyes met mine and the sight nearly pushed me over the edge.
"I'm close," I warned, voice rough. "When I cum, don't pull away. I want you to swallow every drop. Understand?"
Eric whimpered around my cock and sucked harder. I held his head gently and thrust a few more times before I buried myself deep and came hard down his throat.
"Fuck... take it all," I groaned, pulsing thick ropes into his mouth.
He struggled but swallowed eagerly, coughing a little as some leaked from the corner of his lips. When I finally pulled out, he stayed on his knees, breathing hard, lips swollen and shiny.
I tucked myself away and helped him up. His legs were shaky. The nervous energy rolling off him was intense now -- like the reality of what he'd just done was crashing down on him all at once. He wouldn't quite meet my eyes.
I cupped his jaw gently, tilting his face up so he had to look at me. A mischievous smirk played on my lips.
"You were incredible," I whispered, voice low and teasing. "Just wait until I get my hands on that tight little hole of yours..."
Eric's eyes widened, a fresh wave of panic and arousal flashing across his flushed face. He stood there trembling, looking completely overwhelmed as I gave him one last wicked little smile and walked out of the gym, leaving him alone with the weight of what he'd just done.
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