Page 108 of Gym Bros
“How do you know?”
I try to move my hands, wanting to wrap them around him, but I forgot he was holding them down. “I got tested in like…um…before…this summer.”
“After Isaac, you mean?”
I roll my eyes, but he can’t see me. “Yes. After that.”
“And?”
“Nothing. And nothing.” My body bucks up again. “Samuel…”
“What, angel?”
“Are you out of condoms?”
“No.”
“So, you’re just asking?” Fuck, I think I’m about to come. I take a deep breath and back my hips up a little, trying to reduce the friction he’s relentlessly rubbing on my dick. It just makes him press against me harder, though, and I whimper.
“Just asking,” he whispers, lifting his head and planting his mouth on mine.
I groan at the depth of his kiss. It’s like he’s trying to lick my heart, which is fucking pounding.
“You can,” I say recklessly when he draws back to take a breath.
“I can, but Isaac couldn’t?”
“Do you really wanna talk about Isaac right now?”
“I wanna know if he got to come inside you—yeah.”
“He didn’t,” I say.
“Hm. But you’ll let me?”
“Fuck you, Samuel. Never mind.”
He laughs softly. “It’s okay. We can talk about it later. I have plenty.”
“Okay,” I say as he lets go of my hands and slides down my body. I’m in cotton pajama pants which he slides down to reveal the pink underwear I mentioned at goat yoga.
“Damn, these are hot. Where’s that sweet little dick?” He mouths my crotch, locating my erection and licking at it through the satin.
“I might come,” I say, sounding as alarmed about it as I feel.
“Oh, I wanna seethatstain.”
He gives me the most epic over the panties blow job any man has ever given. It’s hot, it’s wet, it’s kinda rough and sort of soft, and within seconds, I jolt. Cum is gushing, and the stain is spreading so fast, I feel it.
“Fuck, angel.”
Only then does he drop the waistline of the panties and lick my dick, tasting what’s left of my spend drenching it and still shooting in smaller spurts from the slit.
Without tucking me back in, he kisses my lower belly before heading back up to my mouth.
My hands are free, and they’re as mindless as I am. I put them on his shoulders, lift my head and kiss him. Between us, I feel him wrestling his own cock from his sweats. After a firmpress of his lips to mine, he sits back and eyes my spent dick resting on wet pink satin.
He strokes himself while I watch with utter fascination and worship. As he grinds his jaw in preparation for his orgasm, he aims his dick down at mine. With a much louder groan than usual, he comes. Ropes of white land on my sac, my cock, my underwear and hips. It’s a lot, and it gets everywhere, though he does maintain decent aim, all things considered.
