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And now I’m supposed to get back to my life and act like everything’s normal? Fuck that.
“My chest looks bigger, right?” Ryan puffs it out, his towel at his side, since—as usual—he’s not bothering to cover up.
It’s interesting that, even though I’m discovering this side of myself, I’m not even remotely attracted to my friend.
Not a thought I would’ve ever had before, but since my experiment with Lance, how can I not? Sure, I’ve known guys like Ryan are attractive. I’ve been around plenty of hot guys, but none of them got me worked up like my Alpha Theta Munemesis. Although, maybe it’s just because I never woke up tied to any of them, marking them with my cum. Or because none of them have ever looked at me with those intense brown eyes.
“Your chest and your arms are a lot more swole right now,” I assure Ryan, who winces.
“That was like pulling teeth.”
“I’m sorry, man. I’ve had a lot on my mind the past few days.”
“Anything you want to talk about? Or you gonna stew in it and deal with it yourself, then tell me all about it?”
Ryan gets me. I’m not the sort to show my hand, especially when I’m dealing with shit. I tend to keep it all in, stuff it down until I resolve the issue. Then I share it with friends. Probably not the healthiest way to do it, but that’s the way I’ve always been.
“It’s—” I nearly say,It’s nothing, but I would never say that about what I did with Lance. Not when it waseverything. “I’ll tell you about it at some point, I’m sure,” is the most I can give.
“Okay, man. You know I’m here if you need anything. In the meantime, I’m gonna be an amazing friend and tell you that your pecs are looking hot as hell today. Whatever girl you wind up with at Omega Psi’s party tomorrow night, tell them to thank me for how hard you got these.” He grips my pec, and I’m impressed at how firm the muscle is. He’s right to credit himself for how he’s pushed me.
“What muscles canIgrab onto?” comes from nearby, and a smiling Dax rounds the corner of the row of lockers. Wet and with a towel around his waist, it’s clear he’s coming from the showers.
“Hey, man,” Ryan says, approaching Dax and hugging itout, not seeming to give any fucks about the way his dick’s waving around as he pulls back, something Dax clearly notices.
“You just get here?” I ask as we fist-bump.
“Nah, I’ve been here for a bit.”
Ryan and I glance at each other because it’s not so big a gym that we would’ve missed him.
“I got a good workout in,” he assures us, sporting a mischievous smirk. The guy fucking oozes charisma and charm. I thought I was good at getting laid until I saw Dax’s skills. Prolific is an understatement. He’s also just an all-around cool guy.
Two guys pass behind him, one in a tank, the other in a polo and holding a backpack. They head for the exit, and the one with the backpack says, “See you around, Dax.”
“Yeah, text us later,” the other follows, turning enough that I can see the glint in his eyes, which keeps me from having to speculate about what Dax was up to.
“What did you hit today?” Ryan asks Dax. “Arms? Shoulders?”
God, I love him, but he can definitely come across as the oblivious jock sometimes.
“I hit glutes,” Dax jokes. “Hard.”
“Yeah? Let’s see.” Ryan steps around to check out Dax’s ass, still not seeming to pick up on what Dax was insinuating.
“I was fucking those guys who just passed us,” Dax explains, putting our precious friend out of his misery.
“Oh…” Ryan says, his eyes widening. “That makes more sense.”
“But you guys clearly got in a good workout today,” Dax notes.
“Yeah, this isn’t like peak fitness. Planning to put on thirty, but look at these guns.” Ryan glances back at the mirror,flexing for himself.
“Damn,” Dax says, admiring his physique. “Looking thick as hell.”
“Come over and give it a little feel.”
Dax doesn’t pass up the opportunity to feel up a guy, so he takes Ryan’s bicep and gives it a squeeze. “Like a rock.”