Page 117 of Gym Bros
“I don’t have any hair, but the soap is moisturizing. Says so on the bottle.”
He passes said bottle back to me. “If this stings, I’m gonna make you pay for it later.”
“How?”
“I don’t know, but you won’t like it.”
“I’ll take my chances.” My dick jerks when I soap it up. I grind my teeth at the instant discomfort of such prolonged overstimulation. This is going to be one of those orgasms that cleans my clock, provided I can actually get him on my cock without making him bend over in here.
“Ready?” I ask, a vague plan in place.
“Ha. Yeah.”
I squat, tuck him back against my chest, and hoist him up as I stand. He reaches for the top of the stall walls, and I slide one arm at a time beneath his thighs. He spreads them to hang over my forearms. All I have to do now is get my aim right. “P.S. You are so fucking hot like this,” I tell him as I lower him slowly, carefully, adjusting my hips until I find the notch I’m looking for.
“Like what?” he asks.
“Wet,” I whisper, kissing the nape of his neck. I let gravity do the rest.
Popping through his outer rim is always an experience, but without a condom, I feel the ring of muscle retracting myforeskin and every bit of the heat waiting for me inside his tight hole. “Fuck. Calyx…holyshit.”
“Mmhmm…” he moans through what sounds like a closed mouth, and then he gasps as I slide all the way in, “Sam…”
Smashing my cheek to his shoulder blade, I’m incoherent. I don’t even move for a minute because it feels so fucking good just being inside him like this. I’m leaking precum. My dick is twitching impatiently to get moving, but still…this is the best thing I’ve ever felt. I’m not including kissing in this assessment. Kissing Calyx has its own category. I’d never put it up for comparison to anything. But in terms of other shit that feels really good with him or anyone in general—this is number one. Forever.
“Am I supposed to?—?”
“Shh…” I say.
“Because if?—”
“Baby…shush.”
“Okay,” he whispers. “Just feels like if I turn around.”
“Shut the fuck up and let me do this.” I spent half my day lifting, the other half punching a bag, and the last hour wrestling Calyx on a mat, but I get my fourth wind. Flexing my arms, I lift him and lower him. He does his part, using the walls as leverage to keep himself level, but it’s a little like maneuvering the world’s most realistic, hundred and forty five pound fleshlight.
After a few curls, though, I realize this’ll be much easier if I’m the only one moving, instead of trying to coordinate. I’m determined to stay inside him, so turning him around isn’t an option, regardless of the fact that he’s totally right. That would have simplified this a lot.
Instead, I adjust his thighs on my arms, redistribute his weight, and say. “You can let go.” He must feel the possibility of the new angle, too, because he lets go of the walls and locks hishands around my wrists, putting the exact perfect arch into his back. “That’s it, angel. Oh, my fucking God,” I groan as I thrust enough to get him to bounce. And then I’m fucking him. It’s a deep, intense fuck that’s all tight friction on the base of my cock. My strokes are short and quick, but so, so goddamn good.
I’m lost in it. The water, the slick slapping sound of flesh on flesh, his breathy whimpers and the feel of my naked cock in his perfect, clenching hole.
“Oh shit,” he bursts suddenly, his head dropping back. “Only you could make me come like this. Fuck. Samuel…”
“I’d touch you if I could, baby.”
“I don’t need it. God, I’m so close. Fuck.”
Whatever I’m doing right, I intend to keep doing it. Without the condom, I feel the slight swell of his prostate on my shaft. It’s like the hint of a fingertip stroking me from the inside, or I’m just imagining things, and I’m really fucking sensitive right now.
“Unhnnhh…oh…oh God…I’m…fuuuuccckk…” His body convulses in my arms, more than once.
I feel each wave of his pleasure wrench through him, buckling and breaking him. I come quickly, shooting deep, the release like a punch to the reward center of my brain and cock. I swear to God he’s still coming as I’m wrapping it up. I stay inside him but lower his legs until his feet hit the floor. I’m not sure where my shower shoes went, but they’re not on him anymore.
I wrap an arm around his chest and put my other one between his legs, finding his cock as I stroke mine into him slowly. He cries out as cum spills over my hand, and then he totally loses his feet.
I catch him before he drops and press my face to his neck. He leans his head on mine and breathes. Every now and then he’ll shudder, and I hold him like that until his breathing slows and his body settles.
