Page 98 of Gym Bros
“Need to feel you,” he says in this pouty way that makes me think of porn, but not in the way that always annoyed me when I was with a woman—the way Calyx does it is calculated and edgy. Like he knows exactly what he’s doing—not pretending he’s anything he’s not.
I didn’t think it was going to be like this. Nothing close to this.
I thought if I was lucky I’d get a grudging blow job from him and a few eye rolls. I thought he might let me kiss him for a few seconds before turning to give me his cheek. I thought maybe—if he had enough wine or something, he’d drop his guard and let me fuck him maybe once, and it would be bad, and I’d come too soon, and not get him off, and that would be that.
This? This beauty in black lace panties begging for my cock for the third time in three days is cracking my brain open.
I have lube in my nightstand, but the condoms are in one of my bathroom cabinets under the sink because I haven’t had sex with anyone since I got to San Francisco. “Hold that thought,” I say, planting a kiss on one ass cheek while I squeeze the other.
“Where are you going?
“Condoms,” I call over my shoulder.
“Ugh,” I hear him groan.
I raise my eyebrows to myself. Believe me, I’d rather not use them either, but I don’t feel like have the testing talk right this second. Maybe I’ll shoot him a text later with my most recent lab results. He can do with that what he will, but I’ve never fucked without condoms before. Granted I’ve only fucked women, andI’ve got different reasons for wanting to contain my loads when it comes to them, but I always think of going bare as more of a relationship thing.
There’s a lot about fucking men I have no clue about, but this one thing feels universal. I don’t necessarily need a commitment, but I need a little more trust than three days fucking a guy like Calyx can give me.
I roll a condom on while I’m coming out of the bathroom, then toss the box on my nightstand. After digging the lube out of the drawer, I push aside his panties and put a little bit inside him. The way he reacts when I put anything in his hole is gorgeous to watch. His glutes contract, and he wiggles. He moans softly and leans into the touch.
He’s as soft on the inside as he is on the outside. His hole is nice and tight until it isn’t anymore, gaping just enough to accommodate whatever’s inside it. While I add a bit more lube to the condom, I stare at his slightly stretched opening. I won’t be able to take my eyes off myself stuffing it. This angle is going to be a visual feast,ifI can keep myself from turning into an animal.
Holding the panties out of the way, I slide my cock down his crease until it’s poised at his entrance. He’s so delicately beautiful, it’s probably not right how badly I want to pound into him. The need to fuck him fast and hard sears my veins and puts a painful ache in my balls.
“You might wanna brace yourself, angel.”
“Mmm…yes. Fuck me. Use me. Make it hurt.”
There goes my mind. “Be careful what you wish for.”
“I am,” he sighs, pressing his ass toward me.
I take it in one thrust.
“Fuck,” he grunts, voice low as his chest hits the mattress.
I withdraw my shaft, fighting the sensation of his body sucking me in, and punch forward again, our balls slapping,and my hips thudding against his ass. The sound is addictive. The sensation better. I chase it. Slow enough at first that each noise is distinct—the ones from his mouth and the meeting of flesh.
I’m also, as promised, staring at my length sinking back and forth inside him. The way his hole seems to hang on until the last second before he relaxes again to welcome me back.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m big enough, and he’s small enough that it looks obscene in the filthiest way. His narrow hips are so at odds with my girth, it nearly looks wrong. Honestly it probably should be for how good it feels. For how hooked I’m getting on shoving my cock into his ass.
I’ve always liked sex. I’ve been a fan from the first time, but having sex with a man? Those balls my own balls keep smacking? I don’t know—there’s something better about it. Something that makes me feel even more powerful. I love a good fight—dominating another man with my body, making him submit, hurt, struggle, and tap out. This isn’t entirely unlike that feeling. I mean, it’s all adrenaline. Natural instincts at work. Primitive drives. But there’s another thing that comes naturally to me with Calyx.
My hands are all over him, his hips, his outer thighs, his back and his sides, soothing strokes to encourage him to tolerate the way I can’t help but pick up speed. The way I start fucking railing him.
He’s no longer grunting but whimpering softly in an unbroken way that I can’t interpret. But he’s also pushing himself against me, using his arms to lever himself back and back until my own movements are short and rough. It’s a deep, intense screw that incinerates me from the cock inward.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” he cries out with a gasp. He trembles, and his arms completely collapse. The sight of him breaking goes straight to my head—so beautifully debauched. His holeflutters—a hundred tiny contractions like a vibrator on my dick that send me the fuck off.
I plant my hand on his lower back, bury myself deep, and let the orgasm blast. It steals my breath—I’m not sure I make a sound as my throbbing dick fills the condom with what feels like a never-ending load.
I rise to the balls of my feet, so fucking overwhelmed by the way this onesendsme. He says it keeps getting worse? I’d put it slightly differently. “Christ,” I whisper, pretty sure I lost my voice.
He responds with a groan that seems to agree that one was one for the books.
After a few seconds of shuddering aftershocks, I pull out. I’ve used him enough. Once I’m no longer inside him, he melts onto the mattress in a pretty, boneless heap.
