Page 10 of Jacked (Gymbos #1)

CHAPTER SEVEN

AJ

I didn’t think I’d be able to sleep, but it’s a wonder what three beers, several pounds of cheese, and an epic orgasm will do for you. It’s barely even light out when my brain kicks back on with a vengeance though, jolting me awake with knots in my stomach and racing thoughts.

What the fuck even was that last night?

Was it my idea or Slater’s? Even if it was his idea, it’s not like I fought him on it. I was curious. I was… horny. Goddamn, apparently I can’t be trusted to go that long without busting a nut. Fuck knows what crazy shit my dick would convince me to do if I actually tried to go a whole month.

Did he notice me looking at his dick? Why was I even looking?

I didn’t mean to. He’s the one who whipped it out first, and it just kind of…

happened. The weirdest part of it was, as soon as I looked, I realized that the times I’ve had threeways with other dudes, I’ve always snuck a peek.

I never thought much about it as long as there was a hot, naked chick between us.

Maybe last night wasn’t any different? It’s like Slater said before—it’s normal to check out the competition.

He has a nice dick .

I close my eyes and try to shake that thought away, but closing my eyes only makes it worse. Closing my eyes makes me picture it, slim and a little bit longer than mine, cut and veiny, surrounded by well-kept blond pubes…

I jolt out of bed, flinging my sheets aside.

I just need to clear my head.

I listen for any sign of Slater being up, but the apartment is silent.

All I can hear is the hum of the air conditioner and the sound of traffic outside.

I ease my top dresser drawer open as slowly as possible to avoid making any sound and get dressed quietly.

Since I’m going for a run and then planning to head to Sweat, I pull on my usual tank top, jockstrap, and shorts, then I tiptoe out of the apartment.

I grab my shoes from next to the door, stepping over Slater’s shit still strewn everywhere, and tuck them under my arm.

I’m just as slow and quiet closing the door behind me and locking it.

The sound of the lock sliding into place is loud enough in the otherwise silent hallway that I cringe and listen again for any hint that I woke him.

It’s barely past dawn and it’s a Saturday, so I would be a huge asshole to wake Slater up. It’s got nothing to do with not wanting to face him this morning. That would be a pussy move on my part and that’s definitely not what this is.

I slip my shoes on and bend down to tie them. When I stand up, I give my hamstrings a cursory stretch, then take off jogging down the stairs.

I groan with relief when I step outside, barely pausing to let the door swing shut behind me before I pick a direction and just start moving.

Fucking finally the heatwave seems to have broken.

It’s still probably about eighty and rising, but compared to the hundred-degree plus temps we’ve been dealing with for nearly two weeks, I’ll take it.

It’s early enough on a Saturday morning that the streets are practically deserted. Sure, there’s still a steady stream of traffic, but I don’t pass anyone else on the sidewalk for the first handful of blocks. The rhythm of my feet against the concrete is soothing and it helps me focus my thoughts.

So I looked at Slater’s dick while we both jerked off.

Is that such a big deal? It’s just a dick, that doesn’t make me gay.

Where else was I supposed to look? And, yeah, I came hard as fuck listening to all his grunting and moaning, but it’s like I already admitted to him, the sound of guys moaning is hot. That doesn’t make me gay either.

The only thing that would make me gay is if I’m into guys, and I’m… not.

I swallow hard, dragging in deep breaths as I slow to a stop at a crosswalk to wait for the signal.

I think I would know if I were into guys. I let out a tight laugh. I’m not .

I mean, okay, yeah, there was this one time when I was in middle school and I noticed myself noticing some of the other guys a little bit.

It made me wonder if maybe I swung that way.

But there was a gay kid at my school too, Ryan, and I was nothing like him.

He hung out with the girls, he wore tutus to school, and he got the shit kicked out of him on a regular basis.

A sick feeling squeezes tighter and tighter in my gut until I can’t take it anymore. I can’t wait for the walk signal. I just can’t. So I change directions instead and keep running. Running away from memories of Ryan and the acidic, knotted feeling in my stomach.

Running.

Running.

Running.

I don’t bother paying much attention to where I’m going or how long I’ve been jogging.

All I let myself think about now is the sound of my thundering steps and the feeling of sweat clinging to my skin.

I run until my chest and my muscles burn and my dry mouth reminds me that I forgot to bring a water bottle with me.

I stop at a little café on the next corner and get myself a couple of bottles of water and an egg sandwich, then take a seat at one of the tables on the sidewalk outside.

The sun is up now, and it must be a more reasonable time of morning because there are several other people sitting at their own tables, eating their breakfast and sipping coffee.

I wolf the sandwich down in three bites and guzzle the first bottle of water just as fast, but instead of getting right back up, I pull my phone out of my pocket.

I have a missed text from my brother, Logan, just asking how things are going.

I ignore it for now and open the internet browser.

I bounce my knee and glance over my shoulder like I’m expecting all my friends from high school to be standing behind me waiting to call me a homo.

My hands shake a little and I type in “is it gay to jerk off with another guy?”

The first thing that pops up is a bunch of porn. Of fucking course.

Find a jerk buddy in your area, NOW!

Straight boy lets his gay roommate jerk him off, CLICK HERE.

Gym bros beating their meat after a HARD workout. WATCH NOW.

I scroll past those as fast as I can, ignoring the niggle of curiosity in the back of my head.

The next results are from Reddit. And, holy shit, there are a lot .

Post after post with titles like “I’m straight but dicks are nice to look at” and “I’m not into guys at all, but I love to jerk off with my friends. ”

Those twisted, tight knots in my stomach finally start to loosen. I’m not alone and it isn’t weird at all. I click on the first post.

U/GymRat98

Okay, hear me out… there’s nothing gay about liking the way dicks look. If you think about it, it’s no different from admiring another guy’s pecs or biceps or beard. It’s just appreciation for masculinity. Why does society think that’s so gay?

I nod in agreement. GymRat98 is right, there’s nothing wrong with appreciating the things that make us men. I can think Slater’s dick looked nice without wanting to suck it or something. I click to the next post.

U/HandyMan

There’s no better form of male bonding than jerking off together.

I know you all are going to start commenting that I’m gay, but seriously, think about it!

It’s just dudes sharing the primal experience of self-satisfying.

If you don’t touch each other then it’s not gay at all.

And you get all those awesome bonding chemicals and shit after, so you feel closer to your friends, which is awesome. There’s no downside, seriously.

I chuckle and let out a breath of relief.

Handyman is right too. I was getting myself all worked up over nothing.

It’s all just male bonding. Slater is a cool guy and I trust him, that’s all last night was.

I read through a few more posts, all of them with similar outlooks.

If anything, assuming that jerking off together or admiring the way Slater, or other guys, look is gay is homophobic and toxic.

What we did was downright evolved and enlightened if you ask me.

I laugh again at how stupid I was being before. I shoot a text back to Logan telling him that the city is awesome and my new job kicks ass, and then I pocket my phone again. Feeling a hell of a lot lighter, I take my time walking back in the direction I came, making my way towards Sweat.

I managed to sign a couple of clients this week and I have them both on my schedule this morning.

Plus, the guys told me the weekends are always busy, so I’m hoping I can pick up a few more.

By the time I get to the gym, I can’t even remember what I was so twisted up about when I woke up.

Last night was no big deal at all. I’m sure Slater feels the same way.

We’re just bros bonding. It doesn’t have to be anything deeper than that.

SLATER

I feel fucking energized this morning. I practically spring out of bed, stopping just long enough to tug on my shorts before I fling my bedroom door open and stroll out into the apartment. It’s dead silent, but that’s not surprising since I almost always wake up before AJ.