No More Breaks
Three days passed without seeing Eric.
The gym felt colder and emptier each morning. I kept expecting him to appear, but he never did. By the fourth day, a twisted part of me wondered if the shame had finally won and I’d never taste him again.
Then he walked in with Ashley.
She was mid-sentence about her med school rotations when they entered. Eric looked wrecked — dark circles under his eyes, movements stiff and anxious. The moment our eyes met, panic flashed across his face. He gave the tiniest nod possible before staring at the floor like it could swallow him whole.
The non-verbals were deafening. Every time Ashley turned away, Eric’s eyes darted to me — guilty, ashamed, and burning with desperate hunger. He kept adjusting his shorts, shifting his weight, clearly fighting his own body.
“Shit, it’s the hospital. They need me to come in early—someone called out sick on the rotation.” She groaned, already grabbing her water bottle. “I’m so sorry, babe. I’ll probably be there for the next six or seven hours at least. Don’t wait up for me, okay?”
She gave Eric a quick, distracted kiss on the cheek, shot Nico one polite but oblivious little wave, and hurried out of the gym.
The door closed behind her.
The gym suddenly felt dangerously quiet.
I wiped my face, a dark thrill twisting low in my gut. This is so fucking wrong… she literally just kissed him and left him here with me. But that was exactly why my cock twitched harder in my shorts. I loved the chase.
I walked straight over. Eric couldn’t even look at me.
“Eric,” I said softly.
He swallowed hard, voice barely a whisper. “I can’t stop thinking about it… about sucking you. Swallowing your load like a fucking slut. I feel so disgusting… but every night I jerk off remembering how you tasted. I know I crossed a line I can’t come back from.”
His raw confession made my cock throb.
I stepped closer. “Get on your knees.”
This time there was almost no hesitation. He glanced once at the door Ashley had disappeared through, then moved behind the leg press machine and dropped to his knees. Eric reached up with shaking hands. He needed no instructions. He hooked his fingers into my waistband and tugged my shorts down himself, freeing my thick, uncut 7-inch cock. His eyes flicked up to mine — nervous, guilty, but starving — then he dove in.
He took me deep right away, sucking with hungry, eager strokes. His hand came up to gently roll and tug my balls, and then he pulled off my cock for a moment, buried his face between my thighs, and took a long, shameless inhale of my musk. The raw need in that move made me groan.
“Fuck, Eric…”
He dove back onto my cock, sucking harder, clearly craving it. I was getting dangerously close when I grabbed his hair and pulled him off.
“Stand up,” I ordered, voice rough. “Bend over the machine.”
Eric obeyed with trembling legs. I hooked my fingers into his shorts and slowly peeled them down, exposing his smooth, round swimmer’s ass. I took my time admiring him — spreading his cheeks with both hands, staring at that perfect, tight, untouched pink hole twitching under my gaze.
“God… look at this pretty little hole,” I murmured, voice thick with lust.
I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly over it.
Eric let out the loudest, most broken gasp I’d ever heard — raw, shocked, and completely involuntary. His whole body jerked violently like he’d been electrocuted.
I didn’t stop. I devoured him. Long, filthy strokes of my tongue circling and pressing against his taint while I slid one finger inside his tight hole, then two. I fucked him slowly with my fingers, curling them just right while my tongue kept working his sensitive taint and rim in alternating, relentless patterns. Eric was shaking uncontrollably, biting his forearm to stay quiet, soft desperate whimpers spilling out of him with every movement.
His hole fluttered wildly around my fingers. His thighs quivered. His back arched deeper as he pushed back against my face and hand. His breathing turned into broken sobs of pleasure.
“Nico— I can’t— I’m gonna—”
He came hands-free with a silent, strangled cry. Thick ropes of cum shot hard across the leg press machine, splattering the black padding in messy, pulsing streaks. His hole spasmed violently around my fingers, his entire body convulsing as he struggled to breathe through the overwhelming orgasm. His legs nearly gave out.
I stood up, stroking my cock furiously.
“On your knees. Now.”
Eric dropped instantly, legs barely holding him. I grabbed his jaw and fed him my cock again.
“Look at me,” I ordered. “Open wide and take every fucking drop.”
He did. Eyes watery and fucked-out, he sucked me desperately until I groaned and unloaded down his throat. He swallowed greedily, coughing only a little as I pulsed thick ropes into his mouth.
When I finally pulled out, he stayed on his knees for a moment, lips swollen, chin messy, looking completely destroyed.
I helped him up and pulled his shorts back into place. He was still trembling, eyes wide with panic now that the pleasure was fading.
I cupped his jaw, forcing him to look at me. A slow, wicked smirk curved my lips.
“No more breaks, Eric. That tight little hole is mine now… and I’m going to ruin it. Soon.”
Eric’s face flushed even deeper. The mix of raw fear and shameful craving in his eyes was intoxicating. He looked like a man who knew he was in way too deep… and was already terrified of how badly he needed me to drag him deeper.
I gave him one last filthy little smile and walked out of the gym, leaving him standing there — freshly used, covered in his own cum, and spiraling hard.
If you enjoyed this story, consider supporting the author on Patreon.
To get in touch with the author, send them an email.
