Page 100 of Gym Bros
“Oh!” he cries.
He’s not so small that this isn’t a stretch, but I wanted to see if I could do it, and I can.
He comes within three sucks. I let his balls go and milk his cock with my lips, drinking every tasty drop.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” he’s babbling.
“Figured it was worth a try. Did you like it?”
“You’re like a beast.”
“At least I didn’t leave a mark.”
Calyx lies down on top of me, endlessly shameless. He’s wrapped around my chest, his thighs squeezing my hips. If Iwere capable of getting hard again, I could fuck him like this, too.
Later, though. Hopefully.
The embrace is nice and long, but then the horny fucker starts kissing me again. Kissing and writhing.
“Stop,” I beg. “You’ll get yourself all worked up again.”
“So?”
“So… I have to get to the gym.”
“You have time.”
“What’s gotten into you?”
“Ugh. Don’t ask it like that.”
I laugh. “Why?”
“Maybe I don’t want to think about it.”
“About why you won’t stop touching me?”
He buries his face against my neck and nods. His hair tickles my nose. “It’s like a dam burst or something,” he murmurs.
“Did I wind up charming you somehow?”
“Apparently.”
I smile to myself. As much as I want to start stroking every inch of his silky body again, I keep my hands still on his lower back. “Don’t burn yourself out too quick. I’m not ready to wear out my welcome.”
“I’ll see you tonight, right?”
“For yoga?”
“Yeah…and…”
“Yeahand, huh?”
“What’s the next movie?”
I think about it for a second, my brain not quite firing on all cylinders yet. “Oh…you’re lucky. It’sIron Mantime,” I say.
“Am I gonna like Iron Man?”
