Page 44 of Jacked (Gymbos #1)

“Did you mean what you said in that text last night or were you just trying to get my dick hard so I’d be too distracted to win that hand?”

“About you fucking me?” He digs his fingers into my ass cheek, pulling me against him and rutting his thick, throbbing cock against mine, our balls bouncing together with every thrust.

“Yeah,” I rasp, teasing my fingertips along the top of his crease.

I’ve steered clear so far, waiting for him to give me the go-ahead.

But fuck do I want to lick and finger AJ’s ass.

Bonus points if I get to fuck him, but honestly I’ll be happy just to spread him open and make his toes curl with my tongue.

“I want to see what it feels like.”

He rolls his hips, clenching his ass cheeks and dragging his cock against mine again. A dribble of his precum lands on my cockhead, and I suck his tongue back into my mouth as I roll onto my back and drag him along with me.

“Grab the lube,” I pant, running my hands up his thick thighs on either side of my hips. My cock strains to get closer to him, twitching and throbbing while I devour him with my eyes.

I’m obsessed with every inch of him, from his massive pecs to his freakishly hairy toes. I love how big and hard and sturdy he is, but it’s so much more than that. It’s not about the muscles or the hair or even his ridiculously gorgeous cock. It’s just AJ .

“I love you,” I murmur again, leaning up on my elbows and flicking my tongue against the hard bud of his nipple while he leans over to grab the lube.

He gasps and his hips jerk instantly. Fuck, I love having such an easy hot button for him.

I do it again, making the lick longer and slower this time, leaving his nipple wet and glistening and even harder than it was before.

AJ makes a strangled sound, his cock spasming between his thighs, a long strand of clear, sticky precum stretching down to pool on my stomach.

“Do you want…?” His voice is strained and deep as he holds up a condom.

I shake my head. We got tested last week, and all I’ve been thinking about since then is what it will feel like to have his cum dripping out of my ass. I groan and dig my fingers into his thighs again, thrusting up towards him, the head of my cock bumping against the lower curve of his ass cheek.

AJ hands me the bottle of lube, the sweetest look of excited nervousness flickering in his eyes. I crook my finger and he leans down, bracing his elbows on either side of my head and bringing his lips close to mine again.

“I want you to climb up on my face so I can tongue your ass before I fuck you.”

A shudder runs through him and his expression heats even more. “That’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me before taking my ass virginity.”

I snort a laugh and nip at his bottom lip.

“All aboard,” I say with a smirk, giving him a playful slap on the ass to get him moving.

AJ

Positioning myself over Slater’s face is more awkward than I expected.

Now I get why some of the women I dated were self-conscious about this position.

I grip the headboard and my thighs shake as I try to lower myself just right, so he’ll be able to reach me but I won’t suffocate him.

His hot breath puffs against my taint and my balls tighten.

“Come on, bro, don’t be shy.” He slaps my ass again.

“I don’t want to crush you.”

“If I die eating your ass, just know that’s the way I wanted to go,” he says dryly.

Some of the tension eases out of my muscles as laughter rumbles through my chest, and he takes the opportunity to grab my hips and drag me to exactly where he wants me. My laughter turns into a long, low moan as his scorching, wet tongue drags over my hole for the first time.

Nerve endings I didn’t even know existed flare to life. I can feel the lick all the way through my cock, and it makes my nipples tighten and throb, like his tongue is on all those sensitive places at once.

“Holy fuck,” I gasp, tightening my grip on the headboard and rolling my hips to meet the next lick. It’s longer and slower, the full flat of his tongue lovingly stroking across my rim.

Slater hums happily and the sound vibrates through my hole, making my balls ache and my cock drool.

I gasp and roll my hips again, easily falling into rhythm with him.

All of my nerves and self-consciousness vanish in a wave of lust and need and awe.

He laps at me hungrily, coaxing my hole to relax and soften, then wiggling the tip of his tongue inside.

Stars burst behind my eyes and I gasp his name, my cock slapping against my belly as I ride his face with abandon.

The only problem with this position is that I need more of him.

I want his hands all over me, I want his body pressed against mine, I want to be able to touch him and smell him and taste him right back.

“Hold on,” I groan, and his tongue stills inside me.

I spin myself around, my thighs trembling.

His cock is lying flushed and dripping against his belly, his legs spread wide and his heels digging into the mattress, like eating my ass turned him on so much he couldn’t stop himself from humping the air.

I make a low, horny sound in my throat and fold myself over him, burying my nose in his soft blond pubic hair.

His breath catches and I feel another puff of hot air against my dripping wet hole.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he moans, digging his fingers into my ass cheeks and then pressing his face right back between them.

I suck my fingers into my mouth to get them nice and wet, then slip them between his cheeks to tease his soft, quivering entrance.

Slater bucks his hips and whimpers, wiggling his tongue inside of me to loosen my inner muscles.

If his cock feels half as good as the slippery slide of his tongue toying with my hole, we might end up fighting over who gets to bottom from now on.

I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and work two spit-slicked fingers in and out of him, crooking them to find his prostate. As soon as I do, his cock stiffens and spills salty-sweet precum onto my tongue.

I hear the click of the lube bottle and I try not to clench, focusing instead on the weight of Slater’s cock on my tongue and the heat of his insides sucking my fingers deeper instead of my nerves.

He replaces his tongue with one slick finger, first teasing my rim, then working it inside me slowly, one knuckle deep at a time.

There’s no burn or pain like I expected, but it does feel weird.

I clench and relax, trying to get a better sense of how it feels.

He slides his finger a little deeper, and when I squeeze tight around it again, I get the hint of something—just a tease of a promise of a satisfying fullness that makes my gut clench with heat.

“More,” I say, the word coming out garbled around his cock, rocking back greedily as I sink two fingers deep inside him again.

Slater groans and arches underneath me, his cock throbbing between my lips.

He pulls his finger almost all the way out and adds a second.

I still for a minute, finally stretched just a little too far, and I wait for the feeling to pass.

I breathe through my nose, sucking the head of his cock like it’s my favorite treat and wiggling my fingers inside of him until he feeds me another burst of precum.

The sting passes and I sink onto his fingers, too impatient to wait for the slow progression all over again. I need him. I need his cum dripping from my ass and his breathless moans in my ears. I need to tell him I love him while his toes curl and his brain short circuits from an orgasm.

I grunt and slide myself off his fingers.

“Everything okay?” He starts to sit up as I spin myself around again, this time straddling his hips.

I nod and grab the bottle of lube off the bed, squirting a generous amount onto his cock first, then mine, before wrapping my hand around both of us.

I fucking love the feeling of his shaft pressed right up against mine, our balls swinging against each other, our precum mixing.

It’s so fucking masculine that it makes me want to beat my chest and roar.

Once both our cocks are nice and slicked, I let go of mine and shift into place, holding his upright so I can notch it against my rim.

“Ready?” I growl.

He digs his fingers into my thighs and lets out a strangled laugh. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?”

“I’m ready,” I assure him. “I’m past ready.

I’m tired of waiting for the things I want in my life.

I just want to start living it now.” Maybe that’s too fucking deep for this moment, but I don’t care.

There was an odd sort of clarity that came along with coming out to my dad today, and I’m going to ride this high as long as I can.

Slater loves me.

And more importantly, I love me too. I love all the parts of myself that I spent a fucking lifetime being ashamed of and trying to hide.

Being a man is whatever I say it is. It’s weightlifting and riding cock, it’s loving sports and crying on my brother’s shoulder, it’s being brave enough to be myself, and leaning on other people when I need to.

I sink down onto Slater’s cock, throwing my head back and moaning loudly as the stretch and burn rocks through me like an electric shock. That teasing fullness from before hits me full force, making my toes curl and my eyes roll.

“Oh fuck,” I groan.

“AJ,” he rasps my name, gripping my thighs harder.

I open my eyes and look at Slater again. He’s fucking gorgeous with his face flushed and his eyes hazy, his chest heaving with rapid breaths and his muscles trembling with the effort to hold himself still underneath me.

“I love you,” I choke out, lifting myself off of his cock then sinking down again. I swivel my hips and we both moan. “I love you,” I murmur a second time, leaning forward and bracing my hands on either side of his head.

The change in angle has his cock hitting my prostate on the next thrust, and my eyes roll again.

My cock jerks and my whole body heats at once.

Our mouths crash together and Slater swallows my next moan.

Our tongues tangle as we find our rhythm together, with me bouncing and grinding and fucking myself on his cock while he meets every one of my thrusts.

The bed squeaks and groans under us and our muffled grunts and whimpers fill the room.

Our hands are all over each other, greedy and desperate as we both tremble and pant and murmur each other’s names over and over.

His cock swells stiffer and thicker inside of me and mine drags against his belly with every thrust.

“I’m too close,” he warns, squeezing his eyes shut tight for a second before looking up at me with pained, urgent pleasure written all over his face.

“Please, I want your cum inside me,” I moan and fuck myself harder on his cock.

Slater thrashes and wails underneath me, our mouths slamming together again in a tongue- heavy kiss.

He digs his fingers into my ass cheeks so hard I’ll be surprised if I don’t have bruises tomorrow, and fuck do I love that.

I want to wear a reminder of him everywhere I go.

I want everyone to know that I’m his and he’s mine. Always.

He roars into my mouth and slams his cock deep one more time.

I’m so close, right on the edge, but I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from coming.

I clench my ass around him, marveling at the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of me as his orgasm rocks him.

My cock throbs and my muscles quake with the effort it takes to hold back.

I ride his cock until I can feel his orgasm ebbing, and then I climb off, lift his hips up, and slam into him in one fluid motion.

Slater throws his head back and screams, his hole squeezing around my cock, then relaxing, fluttering around me with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

It only takes a couple of thrusts, feeling the tight heat of him surrounding me and the sticky wetness of his cum leaking from my hole, sliding down my balls and the insides of my thighs, and I’m done for.

I pull him into my arms and capture his mouth in another kiss as I fill him as deep as I can. My cock starts to throb and pulse with endless waves of pleasure. It’s dizzying and perfect, just like every moment with Slater has been since the day we met.

Even after my orgasm fades and my softening cock slips out of his hole, I can’t stop kissing him. We end up tangled up in each other again, both messy with lube and cum, trading drowsy kisses while we catch our breath.

“Hey, we kind of got distracted,” he says after a few minutes. “Do you want to finish talking about your dad?”

“Not much else to say.” I shrug. I told Slater the hardest parts, the parts that stuck with me on my way to the airport with Logan and then back home.

But overall, it wasn’t so bad. My dad was how I expected him to be, but by the end of the visit, it already seemed like he was coming around in his own way.

He even hugged us both before we left and told me to come see him again soon, so that’s something.

“He’s not a bad guy, he’s just ignorant.

But he’s coming around. Maybe I’ll bring you next time, let you win him over with that smile of yours. ”

Slater grins just like I was hoping he would, and I card my fingers through his hair, then nibble on his bottom lip.

“You want to move your stuff into my room?” I ask.

“Are you just asking that because then we can turn my bedroom into a home gym?”

“Obviously.”

He chuckles, and we end up with our tongues tangled and our mouths too busy to talk again for a while before he eventually pulls back and answers.

“Yeah, I want to live with you as boyfriends, not just roommates. I want to bring you to my family Christmas and plan a future with you and maybe get a dog someday.”

“Make it a cat and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

He narrows his eyes at me in challenge. “How about both?”

I chuckle and nuzzle my nose against his. “Both sounds good.”

The End