Page 7 of Gym Bros (Bay Area Bros #2)
SAMUEL
E van and his enormous dog are on my couch. We’re talking about his sex life, and he’s going into a lot more detail than usual.
All I knew was he was hooking up with his boss during work hours.
Now I know he considers the arrangement utilitarian at best—a way for both of them to blow off steam—no feelings involved.
Where he’s got feelings, however, is at home—for his roommate—who apparently pretends he doesn’t exist. This is the first I’m hearing about that.
“I think he might actually be straight,” Evan says.
“Has he said he is?” I ask.
“No.” He goes on to describe that whenever he gets within a few feet of his roommate, the roommate puts more distance between them or makes an excuse to leave the room.
Evan is loudly gay with a penchant for showing off his very nice body in crop tops and short shorts.
Turns out, he’s also a camboy on Chaturbate, which is news to me, but he claims it pays great once you get a loyal client base.
Eventually he gets sick of going on about his hopeless situation with his roommate and wants me to talk. I tell him about my first yoga session, all the breathing, and Calyx.
“Calyx?” he asks, perking up.
“Yeah. Have you heard of him?”
Evan, who always has his phone in his hand, thumbs the screen a few times before turning it around to show me a TikTok video of the very same man who put me through an hour’s worth of breathing exercises.
In the video, Calyx is showing off a pair of skin-tight, white swim trunks from every conceivable angle.
His chest is smooth and golden. His hair is shiny and mussed. His lips are red and glossy.
“ This Calyx?” Evan asks.
I nod, reaching for the phone, but Evan pulls it back, tapping the screen a few more times, then turning it again to show me a photo spread for Gucci. “Seriously?” he asks, this time, letting me hold the phone and stare.
“Yeah.”
Jesus. Not that Calyx doesn’t absolutely look like a model in person but seeing him in high fashion, posing, looking ethereal and regal is something else. “Wait—go back to the TikTok.”
Evan laughs. “My roommate knows him, but I haven’t met him. I just follow him on social media. He seems like kind of a princess. What’s he like?”
“I couldn’t really tell,” I admit, but princess is not the first word that springs to mind.
“Is he not nice?”
“He’s polite,” I say.
“I’ve followed him for a while, but I’ve never been able to tell if he’s straight or not. Did you get a vibe?”
“You want me to try and set you up?” I ask.
Evan laughs. “Not my type, I’m just a fan. Who the fuck is that pretty? I mean—” he turns the phone around again to show me Calyx trying on a sheer cover-up over a swimsuit that isn’t much more than a speedo. “Come on. It’s ridiculous.”
“Yeah…” I concede. “He’s…very pretty.” I noticed at the gym—it’s not like it’s not blatantly obvious. But now a boner is threatening, and this one I can’t really explain in terms I’m familiar with. I think my dick is perilously confused, verging on desperate.
I find my gaze lingering on Evan’s bare thigh where his short jorts are riding up. I run my hand over my head, look away, and let out a breath.
“When was the last time you got laid?” he asks.
I startle and look over at him. He’s looking at my lap.
I pull a pillow over it to cover my erection, which, while not at full mast is still extremely obvious in these sweats.
“A while,” I admit.
“Like what? Are we talking weeks, months?”
I sigh. “More like a year.”
“A what ? Saber, you can die from that,” he says.
I roll my eyes. “Trust me, I get off plenty.” My hand flexes on the pillow with the urge to get myself off right now .
“It’s not the same. You have to know that.”
“It’s more or less the same.”
He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “You don’t like sex?”
“I do like sex,” I assure him.
“So, what was the best sex you’ve ever had?”
I scowl at the TV first, then at him. “I don’t know.”
“No?”
“The girls I’ve had sex with always like to pretend they’re in a porn video or something. Like they care more about what they look like doing it than what they’re actually doing.”
“Who were these people?”
“Just—you know. Girls from high school or whatever. ”
“Are you saying you haven’t fucked anyone since you’ve been in San Francisco?”
“What can I say? The women I train with aren’t exactly my type, and they’re the only ones I’ve met here.”
“What’s not your type?” he asks.
“People who don’t mind spitting blood?”
Evan laughs. “Strong women turn you off?”
“I don’t mind a strong will, but half of them could probably kick my ass, and the other half—well, I’m pretty sure I’m not their type either.”
“Maybe the ones who spit blood wouldn’t care so much about what they look like when they’re fucking you then.”
I wince at that particular visual. “I guess my type is more feminine,” I say.
Evan glances down at his phone, then back up at me. “Do you think Calyx is attractive?”
I shrug.
“You don’t know, or you don’t wanna say?”
“I don’t know what to say,” I tell him.
“It’s a yes or no question.”
“I just met him.”
“And? I thought you were attractive when I met you. Not when you were fourteen—but like here ,” he says with a clarifying hand gesture indicating San Francisco.
I give him a side-eye. “Yes,” I say. “I do think he’s attractive, and no, I’ve never said those words out loud before about a man.”
“So…maybe you’re not all the way straight?”
“I’ve honestly never really thought about it.”
“Dude. We were on the wrestling team.” He gives me an all-too-knowing look.
It’s not like we all talked about it in the locker room, but I felt more than my fair share of hard-ons while grappling when I was a teenager. Sure, I popped a few myself. It’s a lot of friction for a young man to handle.
With all those memories in my head and an image of Calyx in that Speedo, this boner might actually kill me. I press the pillow harder onto it. “I’m horny. So what? I’ve gotten turned on by watching animals mate on nature videos.”
His laugh bursts in my apartment, and I laugh, too, but not quite as vigorously. “Have you tried Tinder?” he asks.
“Ugh. No. That shit’s not me.”
“Oh, are you a relationship guy?”
“No. I don’t know.” Tinder seems really— adult . I get that I’m technically an adult, but I’d still have to use a fake ID to get into a bar. “I don’t think I’ve aged into Tinder yet.”
“Oh my God. Sweet baby.” He puts a hand on my knee. “You should let me help you.”
My eyes widen, and I hug the pillow more protectively. “Do what?”
“Well, I could take you to a bar—or I could…” He gestures to the pillow. “ Help you.”
“No! We’re friends .”
He sighs and gives me an exhausted look. “I’m not asking you to marry me. I’m just saying I’ll suck your dick. Unless you’ve got something better to do with it.”
I stare hard at him. His mouth. His vivid blue eyes. His mouth again. “No,” I say.
He tilts his head. “Why not?”
“Because it’s not fair. I’m not gonna suck yours, so it’s like—taking advantage.”
Evan licks his lips and keeps his eyes on the pillow. “I give my boss head five days a week, and trust me, he’s rarely inclined to return the favor.”
“Then why do you do it? ”
He gives a simple shrug. “Because I like it, and I’m good at it.”
My balls ache at that. I’m not even thinking about my sexuality—I’m in my own home, what I do in here isn’t anyone else’s business. What I am thinking, though, is he’s my friend. He’s pretty much my only friend here. “Wouldn’t that make things weird with us?” I ask.
He smiles again. “You’re old-fashioned. That’s sweet.”
I snort. “I’m not sweet.”
“You’re very sweet. Do you even watch porn?”
“Not really,” I mumble. “It looks fake.”
“You’re a romantic, then.”
“Maybe I just like jerking off.”
“And what do you think about when you’re jerking off if you’re not watching porn?”
“It varies,” I say.
“If you went into the bathroom right now to rub one out, what would you be thinking about?”
That forces a glare from me because he knows damn well it would be this theoretical blow job.
Evan’s grin is all-knowing. “I promise it won’t be weird,” he says as visions of that mouth wrapped around my cock take over my brain.
“Why do I feel like I’m gonna be the one doing you the favor?” I ask.
He stands, takes the pillow from me, and I reposition to spread my legs. He moves between them, places both his hands on my knees, and sinks to the floor.
“I’m gonna be thinking about my roommate, just so you know,” he tells me. “He’s about the same size as you.”
“How do you know how big I am?”
“I just mean in general. I don’t know how big his dick is. Sadly. ”
“What’s your boss’s like?” I ask.
“Big. Standard alpha male who meets expectations.” He looks up at me and our eyes meet. “You gonna let me?”
Of course I’m gonna let him. I’m too fucked up to even consider what having my best friend blow me means with him on his knees like that.
I reach into my pants and pull out my erection, not all that shocked to find it sticky with precum.
“What are you gonna be thinking about?” Evan asks, arranging himself to get closer.
I’m planning to enjoy this for what it is.
A blow job. A very much needed and appreciated blow job.
My legs relax open even more. The excitement coursing through me is like a drug.
I’m about to let a man suck my cock for the first time, and that’s a decently huge turn on.
“Trying not to come in two seconds,” I say.
His hand wraps around my length, and he looks up at me again. I nod to let him know to go ahead. “Newsflash, Saber. You’re not straight.”
“Yeah, no, I guess I’m not.”