Page 34 of Fluffing the Stallion

Clay shakes his head. “Not yet, but I’ll take your number and I’ll call you when I have my schedule ironed out.”

Mr. Sweaty rattles off his number, smiling as he lifts his bag higher on his shoulder. “My bro won’t believe this shit. Meeting Houston Stallion and finding a new trainer? And to think I wasn’t going to come to the gym today.” He shakes our hands and walks out, a smile etched on his face.

“You made someone happy,” Clay quips as we head to the locker room.

Grabbing his arm to stop him from walking further, I ask, “Did that bother you? That someone recognized me from my videos?”

“Fuck no. I think it’s hot that someone was starstruck because you can fuck good.” I bark a laugh, shaking my head at his comment. “Seriously, no. It didn’t bother me at all. I told you I won’t get jealous about your work. It’s how I met you. It will come with the territory.”

I still find it hard to believe that someone is able to look past my occupation to the real me and not get jealous because of it. I’m not saying Clay is a unicorn, but he’s pretty fucking close.

Wrapping my arm around his waist, I walk with him into the locker room. It’s a really nice one with separate shower stalls that lock from the inside and have frosted glass making it hard to see through. I love that these showers don’t have shower curtains so they don’t blow up and touch your skin every time the door opens.

Dropping his bag, Clay advances on me, pressing me against a divider between two showers. He kisses me briefly, then drifts down to my neck. I tuck my head from his onslaught. “I’m sweaty baby. We just worked out.”

He grips my chin and tips my head to the side, continuing what he was doing. “So?” he grumbles against my skin before his tongue peeks out to kiss me there. I groan. “I like you sweaty.”

I give up trying to stop him—though I didn’t try very hard—I palm his ass, pulling him closer to me. His hard shaft brushes against mine and I groan again. “You’re in trouble when we get back to my place. You shouldn’t tease me.”

Biting down hard enough that I yelp, my cock throbbing with need, Clay whispers against the skin of my neck, “Why wait until we’re home?”

God, he’s such a fucking tease. “No condom. No lube. And I need to stretch you, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Clay moves back and with a gleam in his eyes, he walks over to his bag. He unzips it and grabs two packets from his bag—a packet of lube and a condom. After placing both in my hand, he turns on water in one of the showers. Facing me, he takes my hand and slides it down the back of his shorts. My cock stiffens immediately when I feel the flared base of the plug he has inside him.

“I got myself ready before we left the apartment. Now come fuck me in the shower before someone comes in.” He strips out of his clothes and disappears behind the glass. I follow his lead, ripping my clothes off so I can join him.

Once I’m inside, I spin Clay around until his chest is against the tile wall. He moans and I slap a hand over his mouth. “You need to keep it down, baby. Someone might hear.”

Reaching down, I gently extract the plug, dropping it to the floor of the shower. “You had that in you while we were working out?” I rub my engorged cock between his cheeks, brushing against his wet hole.

“I didn’t think I could wait to get home after seeing you drenched in sweat.”

Fuck, Clay is fucking perfect. I thrust two fingers into Clay’s hole, being none too gentle. His slick entrance is more than ready for me. I look down at the plug and see it has almost the same girth as my cock. How did Clay work out with that shoved him in?

Unable to wait any longer, I rip open the condom, roll it on and enter Clay in one long thrust.

“Fuck,” he gasps behind my hand, standing on his tip toes as I give him every inch of my dick.

Spreading my legs to get better leverage, I pull out until my cock head tugs at his rim, then shove back in hard. His fat ass bounces against me and I have to fight to keep my orgasm at bay.

Clay babbles behind my hand, pushing back to meet my strokes. We don’t have much time—since someone could come in at any moment—so I don’t try to draw this out. With my hand still on Clay’s mouth, I grip his hip with the other and try to pound him through the wall.

I grunt as I fuck into him, loving how his hole welcomes my dick. He clenches around me and I’m lost. I take him hard and fast, fucking him with abandon. Clay is right there with me, rolling his hips and taking as much of my dick as I give him. He drops one hand to his dick and jerks himself off in time to my thrusts, his moans sending tingles from the palm of my hand straight to my cock.

After another minute or so of me punishing his ass, Clay stiffens and lets out a long, low moan. His ass pulsates around my cock and I erupt without warning, filling the condom with my load. I bite down on his shoulder, muffling my shout of release.Slowly, I remove my hand from his mouth and lean onto his back, kissing his neck and shoulders as we try to catch our breaths. Clay starts to laugh and for some reason, I join in, getting a kick out of his giddiness.

When he has his laughter under control and I pull out, he turns around to face me, drawing me close to his body. “It’s crazy that I went from never fucking a guy before to you fucking me in the gym shower in just a few months. What have you turned me into, Yuri Miller?”

“My hungry little cock slut.” I peck him on his upturned mouth. “Now let’s actually shower and get out of here before we’re reported for indecent exposure.”

Laughing, we wash off quickly and sneak out of the gym—careful not to leave the plug in the shower. I hope we continue what we started at home.

sixteen

YURI

For the rest of the month, I have scenes with Trev. Not the way I’d like to spend several hours, but whatever. The money is good and Clay gets paid for being here—it’s a win-win.

---