If you missed the previous story: Part 1
Everybody in this story ist over 18
I'm still too confused about what happened so I just get him a blanket and tell him I'm tired, so I can go to my room. In reality I lay awake for another hour or so, still trying to comprehend what possessed me to do that. I think about the look in his eyes and his seductive tone. I've never heard that before. Why did he suddenly change?
I can't find an answer to any of the questions and my body is too tired to overthink it, so I fall asleep eventually.
When I step out of my room in the morning he has already made himself breakfast. He's here so often that he doesn't need me to tell him where everything is.
"Hey, good morning." He says and smiles.
"Good morning." I mumble and sit down next to him.
For a few minutes there's just awkward silence, then he puts down his sandwich and says: "Come on, ask me the question you've been thinking about."
He knows. Of course he knows, he knows me better than anybody else. And maybe I'm not the only person who asked him this.
"Am I the only guy…you…you know…"
"Nah, I've been wanting to though."
"Since when?"
"Pretty much since the first time we went to the gym together and I saw you in the shower. I knew I had to have that monster." He grins.
"So why did you wait?"
"You're my best friend, I didn't want to make things weird in case you didn't want to. Couldn't keep myself together anymore yesterday."
I think about that for a second. "So you do this regularly and…you're not…?"
"…gay? No, it's not like I'm attracted to these guys, they're just easier to have sex with."
I raise my eyebrows.
"You know who hates short guys?" He asks. "Women. Women don't want to fuck short guys. You know who does want to fuck short guys? The big hunk I work with who has a dominance fetish. Men just get that sometimes sex is just for stress relief and that's all."
"You fuck that big wrestler guy?" I ask. I know who he means. Since he is freelancing design Connor has another minimum wage job in a supermarket for more stability. But I never knew he had that kind of relationship with his co workers he sees like twice a week.
He laughs. "That's all you got from that? Yeah, we do it in the lunch breaks. He caught me jerking off in the bathroom one time and since then we do it during almost every shift we have together."
"Damn." I mumble. I don't know how to feel about the fact that I'm only one of many guys he uses for stress relief, but on the other hand the sex was incredible so I don't say anything. I'm not in a spot to judge him, it's his life and his relationship after all.
Suddenly the doorbell rings. Probably a package or something. I get up and open the door. It's not a package.
"Hey Tyler, is Connor here by chance?" Kayla asks.
I'm flustered. There she is, the girlfriend of the guy I absolutely pounded out last night. I feel a little bit bad but somehow it turns me on to know that she has no idea what he came here to do. I'm a bad person, I think, but I don't tell her anything.
"Uh…" I say.
"We had a horrible fight and he left and I just need to apologize to him. And I hoped he is here and not at some other bitches place." She adds and I clench my teeth at the last sentence.
"Connor it's for you." I yell and invite her in with a nod.
The two of them make up in my kitchen, wouldn't be the first time, and then get ready to leave.
"I'll see you in the gym on Tuesday, right?" Connor says as they step through the door.
I just nod and am happy to close the door behind them and be by myself again. What a crazy day.
On Tuesday I actually do go to the gym with him. I thought about cancelling thinking it would be weird, but I can't run away from him forever, so this might be a good opportunity to go back to normal.
He picks up some weights and I chuckle. "You can't lift that, small boy." I tease him and he gives me an annoyed look.
"If you get jacked now you'll look like a really short tattooed version of the young Heath Ledger." I say and lean against the wall.
"Can't see anything wrong with that." He says and starts doing squats.
"But like…r e a l l y short." I say.
He puts down the weights and throws a towel at me. I laugh and catch it. I get back to my own routine and feel relieved at how normal we can still talk to each other.
But I still have a hard time trying not to stare at him especially when he's doing squats. His ass is really getting bigger and it looks so juicy in his gym shorts. My dick throbs in my pants and I try to look away, but the images of his thick ass jiggling on my cock rarely leave my mind now.
I'm grateful for a distraction when I spot a girl our age trying to benchpress by herself. I make a face, it doesn't really look healthy. I go over to her and help her put down the weight again.
"Thanks, my knight in shining armour." She pants. She looks pretty, long dark brown hair and blue eyes, with a fit body. Her tight green yoga pants fit her sports bra. Exactly my type. But for some reason, I don't feel like reacting to her flirting at all.
"That's way too heavy for you." I advise. "You're gonna tear something."
She sits up and inspects the weights and then me. I can tell she likes what she sees. I'm not extremely handsome or anything, I just worked a lot on my body so I usually have good chances in the gym. "I just thought all the strong bulky guys would laugh at me if I picked up the little weights." She admits and gives me a shy smile.
"That's bullshit, everybody has to start somewhere. Don't think about what others are thinking, it's not gonna get you anywhere."
I help her put on some smaller weights and her form immediately looks better. Connor has stopped his routine now and looks over to us. He gives me a grin and a thumbs up. Why did I secretly hope he'd be a little bit jealous? I shake my head, hoping to shake the thought out of it.
"Is this better?" The girl asks and I look at her again.
"Rule of thumb: If you have to bend your back to lift it, it's too heavy. These seem to fit for now." I explain.
She gets up. "Thanks again. Maybe you could give me your number and show me some more…tips." She licks her lips and gives me a smile.
I'm not really in the mood for flirting but I know that any guy I know would punch me if I turned this obvious invitation for a booty call down. So I hand her my phone and she puts in her number, before she walks away with a wink.
I look down at the contact screen. Brooke, nice name.
I return to Connor and he gives me a light punch against the arm. "Dude did she give you her number? She's hot!"
I shrug and put my phone away. "So eavesdropping on me is your lame excuse for running from another set?" I say and he rolls his eyes.
I watch him get back to it and my eyes wander over the veins that start to show on his underarms. The training is really paying off. My gaze wanders further over his upper body, covered by a loose, black tank top, drenched in sweat and then down to his ass again. It's distracting as hell.
Why does he have to wear shorts this tight? I think as my cock throbs again. I remember kneading his cheeks while entering him and feel myself getting hard at the memory. He felt so fucking good. I remember his loud moans while I pounded him and his voice getting shakey after I made him cum. Great, now I have a full on boner and still can't seem to stop staring at my friend's ass.
I look for the perfect moment, where he couldn't drop anything or hurt himself to go over to him and pinch his cheeks. He winces and turns around in shock.
"What the hell man?" He exclaims. I just shrug and look him up and down.
"Stop it, you can't be doing that in public." He tells me, but I can spot a waver in his tone.
I get a little closer to him and he walks backwards, until he hits the wall with his back.
"Why not, scared of getting horny?" I whisper and he looks up at me, a mixture of anger, that I'm playing with him like this, and lust in his face.
"You tell me, everybody could spot your boner from a mile away." He whispers back. Then he quickly looks around if anybody can see us, notices that we're alone and grabs my dick.
I have to suppress a moan. My cock missed him, no doubt. He starts rubbing my twitching package and by now Brooke's existence has left my mind entirely. His brown eyes look up at me seductively. He knows who is playing with who.
"So you run around in shorts like that and expect me not to get hard?" I mumble and get even closer to him, pushing him up against the wall. I feel his warm, excited breath on my face, while his hand is still massaging my throbbing dick.
He hesitates but then asks: "I know we're not done here but…you want to hit the showers a little early?"
I nod and we hectically make our way to the showers. During the week at this time of day the gym is pretty empty, so I beg the universe, that nobody is in there. Jackpot, we're all alone.
We strip naked and waste no time. I push him up against the wall and press my body against his, while his hands search the wall to turn on the shower. He finds it and the hot water rains down on us, making this feel so much more intense.
In this moment he isn't the guy that I've been comforting through two break ups or the guy who I've gotten black out drunk with countless times. In this moment we don't have any history. We're just sex toys to each other.
His nice, fit body is warm and soft.
"Hey I didn't know you got a tattoo there." I say and poke his hip. Usually when we shower we stare at the wall, not each other, and especially not each others hips, so I never noticed that he had a little thorned vine tattooed on his V-line.
"Do you like it?" He asks and looks up at me again. That question confuses me. I don't know if I like it, I mean it looks hot somehow, but it feels weird to tell my best friend that his body art turns me on. I just nod and pull him close again.
He leans his head against my chest and lets his hands wander over my broad shoulders and then my back. I shiver a little at the intense sensation and grab his ass, like I've wanted to the whole time. I knead his cheeks and feel his fingertips wander over my chest now, then my abs, and then my hips. I gasp as he grabs my throbbing cock again, and I leak a litttle precum.
He starts jerking me off and licks my nipple. I moan and inhale sharply as he gently bites it. As an answer I spread his cheeks and he moans as I run one of my fingers along his crack and around his hole. Then I push it in and he squirms with a loud moan. I've never done that to a guy before but I technically know where the prostate is, so it doesn't take me long to find the spot that drives him crazy.
His hard dick is pressed against my thigh and I feel it twitch as I put another finger in and passionately massage him. It feels insane to have this kind of effect on him, hearing him moan when I curl my fingers and feeling his erection throb whenever I moan. He jerks me faster and I put a third finger in, causing him to whimper in excitement.
That noise sets me off, I can't take this anymore. I pull my fingers out of him and put my hands under his thighs, lifting him up and pushing him against the wall.
"Damn, you're strong." He says in an admiring tone and even though he's not heavy and the wall does most of the lifting for me I feel a little ego boost. His face is now less than an inch away from mine and for a second I wonder what it would feel like to kiss him. But then I shake it off. That would definetely make it weird, I can't do that. So I just lean my forehead against the wall next to his head and lift him up a little more.
He gets the message, grabs my cock beneath him and lines it up with his hole. For that sight I pull my head back from the wall for a second, I need to see his face. I push inside and his eyes widen while he lets out another moan. I can't help but smile. His look is so cockhungry, the feeling of having the total control over him gives me the ultimate satisfaction. He blushes a little as he notices my face and buries his on my neck. So cute.
I push in deeper and feel his whole body tense up beneath me and then release, as I'm as deep inside him as possible. He whimpers again and I feel his thighs press against my hips in unsatisfyed pleasure and lust. I move my hands to his cheeks, spreading them and allowing myself to thrust into him more easily.
He wraps one of his arms around my shoulders and scratches my back a little. The sharp pain jolts through me and makes me even hornier. I moan and thrust into him slowly, enjoying the sensation of feeling his wet body pressed against mine, hearing his lustful moans and feeling him twitch in excitement every time I push in all the way. He feels so insanely good, I hold him close and lay down my head on his shoulder while I pick up a pace.
He uses his free hand to start stroking himself and I feel his hole get even tighter. He's getting close so quickly, I can tell. I feel his hole contract around my shaft and his entire body squirm, while I go faster and my balls slap against his ass with a wet sound.
His breath gets even faster on my neck.
"Fuck, you feel so good." I whisper into his neck and his body reacts to my words, twitching in lust.
"Your cock drives me crazy." He pants and hearing those words out of the mouth of my best friend flips a switch inside me.
I pound into him harder and knead his cheeks, enjoying the feeling of making him lose his mind. My cock throbs inside him and I can tell that I don't have much longer until I bust.
He throws his head back and it makes a dull sound with the wall, but it doesn't seem like he hurt himself. He looks so insanely good right now, all wet and panting, strands of wet hair laying along his flushed face. I look down on him stroking his cock faster while I fuck him with passion.
My gaze wanders back up and I suck up the visual of his wide, lustful eyes and his flushed cheeks. We stare into each others eyes, while the pressure builds up even more. Then he suddenly says: "Fuck Tyler, I want you to fill me up."
"What?" I ask in shock, but my body has already understood the assignment and I feel my balls tingle.
"Cum in me." He moans loudly and his hole suddenly tightens up around my cock, making me explode.
I let out an uncontrolled groan, digging my nails into his cheeks and looking into his eyes, while he cums all over my chest and himself, twitching on my dick and scratching my back violently. I shoot my load deep inside him and have to try my hardest to stay on my legs. I don't feel the orgasm just in my cock and balls, I feel it in every cell of my body and it leaves me shaking. My dick throbs inside him, pumping him full with every last drop I have inside me and I carefully let him down on his feet, before my knees give in.
I'm shaking and even though he's free to just let go of me and go wash himself, he pulls me into a hug and strokes my back. I hold him close, feeling his soft skin against mine and reveling in the bliss of satisfaction. No girl ever let me creampie her and I had no idea how insane that feels. If I wasn't addicted to him before, I am now.
Suddenly we hear steps outside the door in the locker room and we hectically seperate, right before the door opens and two other guys come in. We start washing ourselves as if nothing happened and he just gives me an amused side look. I have to smile as well.
We put our clothes back on and leave the gym together.
"Mc Donald's?" He asks and I laugh.
"Dude you can't be eating Mc Donald's right after the gym, that's like…negating your gains."
"But I'm so hungry." He says in a playfully whiny voice.
I chuckle. "Fine, Mc Donald's."