Page 76 of Gym Bros
I move back to his stammering mouth and quiet him with a deep kiss.
He melts in my arms, all except for his crotch, still demanding friction. “Just shut up, okay?” he asks, when he gets a breath.
“Want me to use my mouth for something else?”
“Mmhmm…I mean—wait?—”
I run my hand back and forth over his hip while he looks me in the eyes like a trapped animal trying to decide whether he wants to make a run for it.
Why is that hot?
Because I think he’s going to let me suck his dick or at least touch it. That’s why it’s hot.I stretch my thumb out to graze the tip of his cock which is lurching in my direction behind his jeans. He lets out a helpless sound. High pitched and breathy.
“Let me see this beautiful body, angel. I promise I won’t regret it.”
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CALYX
He really is the best kisser in the world, and the way I keep seeking out more is so fucked up. What is wrong with me? The minute he called me angel I should have kicked him out, locked myself in the bathroom and scrubbed my dirty skin clean.
But now he’s done it again, and I swear to God, I’m about to let my occasional lover’s son suck my cock—something his father did once to mein the back of a car.
It was a limo, but still.
However—not gonna lie—I haven’t been this turned on inat leasta year, and there’s no excuse for it except that maybe the idea of messing around with Samuel is even more forbidden than letting a married man fuck me.
He’dhateme if he knew. God only knows what Marcus would think.
“Okay,” I tell him, too far gone to care.
“Good answer,” he says, sliding my belt from its buckle.
“Take off your shirt,” I say.
He pushes himself up with one arm and sits back, keeping his eyes on me as he strips off his hoodie and the t-shirt beneathit, then he opens the front of his jeans. I slide my belt from the loops and toss it to the floor, then open my pants, too.
His eyes focus on my fingers, and when they stop moving, he reaches into the opening and pushes the fabric out of the way.
He licks his lips and makes a low satisfied noise in his throat when he feels the satin band and the soft lace beneath it.
To be clear, I did not intend to end up in this very compromising position, but I do prefer skimpy underwear. Men’s or women’s. Today it just happens to be women’s. If I confuse people with my identity—it’s not a fraction as much as I’ve confused myself since I was a child. I don’t like to call myself gender-fluid because it makes me sound like I change my mind about it whenever I want. I justamthis way.
I like my body. I like it thin and lean. I like that I have a thigh gap and a perky ass—that I have nice nipples and slim arms. I like my defined chest and my full lips. I like that I can do a makeup spread and a menswear spread in the same fashion magazine. I’ve never wished my cock away or wanted a deeper voice. The only thing I don’t like is that people so rarely know what to do with me.
Whether it’s a casting director or a man like Isaac, they either try to butch me up or fem me out. But it’s all just—me.
As far as what the fuck Samuel sees—I wonder where the appeal is? Is it the lacy underwear and the lip gloss? Or does he just like pretty things?
I lift my hips to shove my pants down, revealing the white satin and lace panties. Also—my erection.
Once the jeans are off, he rests a hand on my hairless upper thigh and strokes while he pulls his cock from his boxer briefs. I gulp. I was prepared for it to look like Marcus’s, and it does—it’s bigger, harder, and slick with copious precum, but otherwise—extremelysimilar. Uncut, dark, with that same large, heavy sac beneath it.
With my mouth watering, I tell myself I’m a terrible person. No morals whatsoever. Fuck, but I wanna be naked with him.
I take off my sweater without him even having to ask, too hot in my own skin, and I heat ever more when I see the way he’s staring at me. Like I’m not even human. Like I’m some deity.
Or radioactive.
