Page 33 of Fluffing the Stallion

His warning comes a second before his cum spurts into my mouth. Eagerly, I swallow quickly, taking it all down. He’s so fucking delicious and I don’t want to waste a drop.

After he’s drained dry, I pop off his dick, slide my pants down, and release my rock hard dick. Sliding up his body, I hover over his face, jerking my cock fast. Clay opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out and that’s my undoing.

Back bowing, I come, my release long and hard. I watch in fascination as my seed paints his face, pushing me into another weaker orgasm. Streaks of my cum coat his lips, cheeks and chin. Clay licks the cum from his lips, then leans forward, drawing my cockhead into his mouth so he can suck out what’s left. My body shudders as he sucks on my over sensitive crown.

When I’ve had enough, I pull out of his mouth and roll onto my back, chest heaving.

Chuckling as I clean him up with tissues from the nightstand, Clay says, “Good morning, Yuri.”

Once I’m done, I kiss his nose, then his lips. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

He nods. “Woke up even better.”

I snicker, pulling him close to me. “What are your plans for spring break?”

Spring break for Clay started the day after his family left. His brother, Tommy’s, spring break was the week they stayed, which is why his family could all come down. While I’m glad they came down to visit, I’m secretly glad they came to visit before he had break. Now I can have him all to myself.

“Gym, sleep,” he rolls over to me and buries his nose in my neck as he ticks things off his list. Then he grabs a handful of my ass. “And fucking. I can worry about studying in a week or so.”

I groan, rolling my hips. “I like those options. What time are you hitting the gym?”

“As soon as I get dressed and have my protein shake.”

“Can I join?” I ask. “You promised you would show me how to get some better definition.” I waggle my eyebrows at him.

He chuckles and slides out of bed. “Yeah, but I don’t bullshit in the gym. It’s what I love, so if you tag along, you can’t fuck around with the work out.”

I hold up three fingers solemnly, making him laugh and chuck a pillow at me. “Scouts honor.”

Clay wasn’t lying. He’s fucking brutal in the gym, but very motivational. He works me out hard, making sure I lift with proper form and hit my reps, but he isn’t a tyrant. I can definitely see him as a trainer. By the time we’re on our cool down, I feel tired and drained, but very confident in the session. I feel like I accomplished the goals Clay set for me and his soft grin makes me feel as if I made him proud or something.

Turning off the treadmill he had us walking on to wind down from the workout, I step off the machine and breathe in deep. “That was good.” We’ve been here two hours and I want to sleep for a week and know my muscles will be sore as shit tomorrow, but the time flew by.

He nods. “Yeah, it was. You’re in good shape. To work on your definition and getting you where you want to be, you just need to focus on consistency. If we can get to the gym three times a week, we can?—”

“Holy shit!” is practically shouted in my ear and I wipe around, coming face to face with a short, buff guy with mop of sweaty blonde hair framing his face like a halo. “You’re Houston Stallion!” I’m thankful his voice is now pitched low so no one else can hear. I’m not ashamed of my job, but I’d rather not have people look up who Houston Stallion is in the middle of the gym.

Giving him a small grin, I nod. “I am.”

“Holy shit, man. I’m a big fan. My bro and I watch you all the time.” My eyebrows shoot up. I exclusively make gay porn. If he’s watching with his bro, I wonder what else they get up to while my videos are playing. “Can I get an autograph? And a photo maybe?”

I look back at Clay to get his reaction. A small smile plays across his lips, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

After a short nod from him, I turn back to Mr. Blond and Sweaty. “Sure man. No problem.” He hands me a permanent marker he pulled from thin fucking air it seems and pulls out a hat from his bag, asking me to sign the brim. I do, then pose beside him for a selfie.

When he’s gotten all the shots he wants, he looks at me in awe. “Thanks man. I didn’t know you lived here. I thought you were like, in California or something.”

I chuckle. “Nope. Born and raised in Georgia. No Hollywood dreams for me.”

“Got it, bro.” He looks over at Clay. “You his trainer? I saw you two working out, before I knew it was Stallion. I could use a new trainer. Mine bailed on me.”

Clay opens his mouth, but I thread my fingers into his. “He’s my new trainer, and also my boyfriend.” I leave off that he’s my fluffer too. That’s not the sweaty guy’s business.

Blond and Sweaty looks a little put out. I think it’s because I said I have a boyfriend, but he locks his eyes on Clay and asks, “So you’re not willing to train me?”

I laugh and lean into Clay, seeing how he opens and closes his mouth like a fish for a moment. I’m sure he wasn’t expecting that either. “Uh, yeah. I can train you. I’m still in school for the next few weeks and I have a job, but I’m sure I can work around a schedule for you.”

The man grins. “Fuck yes. You have a card?”

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