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Page 35 of Gym Bros (Bay Area Bros #2)

SAMUEL

E xcalibur is crap at actual grappling, but he’s not too terrible at high school style wrestling, so we stay on the mat awhile.

Too long really because I’ve been hard since the first arm bar.

Wrestling him isn’t helping matters because even when we’re not on top of each other, he’s pulling up his shorts and showing more leg, or pushing his hair out of his face, which is sexy as fuck.

He’s sweatier than I’ve ever seen him, and something about his legs in particular covered in perspiration makes me imagine what he’d look like walking out of an ocean in an ad for cologne or something.

In that particular fantasy, I picture him like a Renaissance painting with his average junk and his slim frame. It’s a goddamn vision of smooth skin and nipples and wet hair.

I’m trying to be gentle with him, but he’s getting rambunctious with an evil look in his eyes, forcing me to up my game.

He can’t outmatch me, but he’s pretty quick and slippery.

However, out here in the middle of this mat, I’m basically twice his size, and once I get a hand around his arm or his ankle, he’s screwed.

He comes at me from the rear this time, and I give him a ride, bending over and flinging him over my back, throwing him to the mat.

“Fuck,” he puffs as the air rushes out of him, and then he laughs.

I straddle him, pinning him in place with my ass on his knees and my hands on his chest. “You’re toast.”

He gropes for my crotch, and I immediately scramble off him, laughing, too. “Dirty fucking fighter.”

“Told you,” he gasps through his laughter.

I fucking love seeing him like this. For lack of a better word—he’s acting his age.

If I’m honest, he’s acting younger than that, though—more like a sixteen or seventeen year old—sometimes twelve, but I’ll take it.

He’s gone nearly two weeks without being condescending at all.

Sarcastic and a smart ass—always, but no more pats on the head for me.

I get thirsty looks and tempting panties. I usually even get eggs in the morning.

And now I’m even getting conversations. We’re definitely still in the fuck each other’s brains out stage of whatever the hell this is, but one thing’s changing.

I’m beginning to trust him. When he dropped his guard, I guess I couldn’t help but follow suit, and I don’t hate this—whatever we’re doing here.

I wrap my arms around him, and he cups my cheeks.

We kiss, lightly at first, then deeper. Slower.

My cock is straining to get to him, so hard it feels like it might snap in half if he moves the wrong way, and he’s definitely moving.

Moaning and making out with me like we’re two teenagers under the bleachers.

I’m down bad for this guy. No doubt about it.

He kisses me like I’m the best thing to ever happen to his mouth. He seems about as interested in cooling things off as I do, which is to say—not at all.

Speaking of cooling off, though, he’s about to get stripped naked if we don’t separate. “We should hit the showers,” I tell him .

“I don’t have anything to change into.”

“I have a ton of stuff here. Come on.” I stand, offering him my hand. He takes it, and I pull him up.

“I’m not a huge fan of public showers.”

“They’re not that bad. If you’re scared, we can share a stall.”

“I’m terrified,” he assures me.

I smile and lead the way.

I do another scan of the gym to make sure we’re still alone.

It’s not a hundred percent guaranteed that everyone went to the party I opted out of after a half-hearted offer for me to join the rest of them.

But it’s been two hours since the last person left that I know of.

I checked the weight room and sauna and everything.

I even poked my head into the hall where the offices are. Didn’t see anyone.

The coast feels clear.

Calyx’s size nine feet in my shower shoes look adorable, but it means I have to chance it and trust the cleaning crew is doing good work.

If I get foot fungus, I have no doubt he’ll quit me like his day job.

I literally wear my tennis shoes until the last possible second.

He’s already naked in the shower stall, his back to me, letting the lukewarm water spray his face.

He’s got chills everywhere, and yes, my dick is still hard. No fucking condom, though, and I’ve been a very good boy about not bringing it up.

Looks like I’m gonna need to get creative.

Or we could just rinse off and get the fuck out of here, but look at him…

“Angel kitten?” I say.

“Yes, dear?”

“I might need to fuck your ass cheeks.”

“Why stop there?” he asks.

“Because I don’t keep condoms here.”

“That makes me happy,” he says .

“Does it?”

“You spend hours every day here, and I know girls train with you, too.”

“I haven’t noticed ‘em,” I tell him.

The women are hard not to notice in terms of their fighting, but has one of them caught my interest? When I have this sweet candy waiting for me every day? Hell no. I kick off the shoes and step onto the wet tile, crowding under the water behind him. “This is our first shower together,” I note.

“And such a romantic locale,” he says, gesturing to the boring gray stall with no door.

“You know I always try so hard to impress you on our dates.”

His hand finds my jaw, and he rubs it. I find myself bending lower to bury my face in his hair. I take a deep breath. With my arms around him, I find myself relaxing significantly. Like I didn’t know how jacked I was until this one, soft, quiet moment.

His fingertips glide back and forth across my forearm, and he leans back against me.

“That was fun,” I say to him.

“Yeah,” he whispers. “Thanks for inviting me.”

“Were you bored all by yourself?”

“Kinda.”

I smile and kiss his cheek. “I mighta missed you.”

“I mighta missed you, too.”

“”Cause you know,” I add, “no yoga tonight.”

“No. I guess I’m on my own.”

“What are you gonna do?” I ask, humoring his bullshit.

“Maybe watch Guardians of the Galaxy?”

“Oh really. Chris Pratt? Without me?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, you made it sound like you were busy.”

I adjust myself to hold him even closer, putting my legs outside his. “Did I, though? ”

He shrugs. “I mean, it’s fine. I can always find some trouble to get myself into.”

“I thought you were gonna watch a movie.”

“Someone needs to make up his mind…”

Someone can’t think straight because someone else’s ass is pressing into his balls.

“Do you wanna come back to my place after your shower?” I ask.

“Who? Me? I could check my calendar.”

My hands glide down his sides, and I kiss his neck. “I hope you’re free.”

“You never know.”

“Yeah, I’ve been super lucky so far with this break in your schedule.”

“Seriously. So this is where I say I’m sorry I’m not four inches taller.”

“Yeah, well…my balls aren’t gonna get much bluer. I’ve made it this far.”

“I mean…you’re a big guy. You could probably lift me up…”

“Wouldn’t be a soft landing if I dropped you in here.”

“You’re not gonna drop me.”

“No condom, angel.”

He sighs. “Do you have something scary you’re not telling me about?”

I laugh quietly. “No.”

“Well, I don’t either. And I promise you can’t get me pregnant.”

“Wait, seriously?”

He slaps backward and hits my shoulder with his knuckles.

“No…” I’m still laughing. “Are you seriously okay with me…?”

He nods. “Yeah.”

“You’re sure? ”

“I trust you.”

“Fuck…that’s…goddamn that’s hot.”

“But if you drop me, I take it back. And if you bring up Isaac again, I swear to God?—”

“See those stall walls up there?” I’m not bringing any other man into this shower with us. I’m good to go.

Calyx glances up and to the right of us. “Oh wow. I’m getting quite the visual. But you don’t have any conditioner.”

“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 my foreskin and every bit of the heat waiting for me inside his tight hole. “ Fuck . Calyx…holy shit .”

“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.”

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