Josh
“You are late, again. It's the third time this week.” Corey popped his head over the counter as I walked in, “Brad’s already here, you better get moving.”
Fuck. I blame Adam, he’s just too fucking hot, there’s no way I’m missing a morning blowjob with him. Things have been great with Adam lately, we have been giving each other blowjobs every morning, and it’s so hot to see him enjoying it, maybe more than I do even. I just wish we can do a little bit more, maybe he can finger my hole while he sucks my cock…or I can explore his tight hole…would that be too much? I don’t want to scare him away, we are not even dating yet, what are we even? Friends with benefits? Just friends helping each other? Should I ask him out on a date? A real date that doesn't involve our kids, not just a playdate that we play with each other’s body on the side…
I rushed to the locker room while I let my mind go wild, and stopped as I spotted Brad sitting on a bench, only in his underwear. Next to him was none other than my nemesis, Vinny.
“Wow, you sure know how to work out.” Brad said in amazement, as he ran his hand on Vinny’s muscular body. Vinny was sitting next to Brad, flexing his muscular body, while shirtless. He was grabbing Brad’s hand, and was guiding him across his huge biceps, pecs, abs…he was grinning as Brad was feeling up his smooth skin, and whispering in his ear.
“What the hell is going on?” I asked, I had a fair assumption of what’s going on, and I had to break them up apart.
“Oh, hey Josh. Vinny here is just telling me how much he loves working up, and showing me his progress.” Brad turned to me, and winked, enjoying groping the sexy man.
“Vinny, don’t you have work to do? Stop pestering my client.” I said, while glaring at Vinny.
“Paul’s not here yet.” Vinny shrugged, “And you are late, you should thank me for entertaining Brad here, we are having a great time together. Anyway, see ya later, Brad, you can call me anytime.” He said, and walked away, shirtless. He was always shirtless at the gym, I was convinced that was how he procured all of his clients, by showing off his muscles.
“Sorry I’m late, I got caught up with…things.” I blushed.
“It’s Adam isn’t it.” Brad grinned, “Was he fucking you this morning? Is your ass sore? should I cancel today’s session?”
“No! We haven’t…I’m not gonna talk about it…”
“Oh come on! I’m all fired up now, I was going to get that fine piece of ass before you show up, you owe me this at the very least.” Brad said, his erected cock outlined under his black boxer briefs.
“You know that he’s not gay right? He’s just trying to mess with me and steal you from me.”
“Are you sure? I swear he was checking me out…” Brad smirked, as he grasped his stiff cock, and began stroking it.
“Yes, I’m pretty sure. He has a girlfriend who used to come here often…well, I haven’t seen her in quite a while, but still…”
“Move along, you bunch of…” A man suddenly pushed me aside, pinning me against the lockers, and forced his way past us.
“What the…” It took a second for me to find my bearings, and I recognized the man. It was Paul, one of Vinny’s clients. He was a middle aged boxer, who came around every week, but since I tried my best to avoid Vinny, I only had minimal interaction with him, until now. I massaged my shoulder, where I hit the locker, as I watched him walking away, I’d have said something to him, but he was long gone by the time I figured what happened.
“Are you alright? Who is that?” Brad asked, while glaring at Paul.
“That’s Paul, Vinny’s client. Honestly, they are perfect for each other.” I said. “Just ignore him, we are behind schedule, let’s get ready and start the session.”
“Fucking hell, Brad. Can you stay focused?” I said helplessly, after Brad stopped the session again to adjust his boner, which was jutting out and left nothing for imagination in his tight yoga pants.
“Sorry, I can’t help it. You know why.” Brad smiled apologetically.
“Yeah, you don’t need to remind me of Vinny, thank you very much.” I said, annoyed.
“Not just that…” Brad smirked, “Sean finished his story, and had me read it this morning.”
“Oh, right…” I blushed. The story that’s basically Brad and I fucking at the gym. How can I forget? I could feel my cock growing in my pants, as I recalled the story, and Brad noticed the stirring. He approached me slowly, closing the gap between us, and placed his hand on my chest.
“I want to kiss you so bad right now…” Brad whispered. He gently pushed me, as I stumbled backwards, until I reached the wall. He leaned in, while pushing me against the wall, licking my face eagerly, and started kissing down my neck.
“Stop it…” I murmured, as I mustered my strength to push Brad away. My heart was thumping, and so was my cock, pulsing with anticipation. I quickly looked around, the gym was mostly empty, but I knew Vinny and Paul were somewhere around. I finally sighed with relief when I spotted them chatting next to the bench, seemingly unaware of Brad’s sexual advancement.
“Brad…you are killing me…” I sighed, “you know I’m with Adam…and I’m not out publicly.” I glanced at Vinny’s direction, “Especially not to Vinny, god knows what he’d do to me.” Although Vinny never expressed any homophobic tendency, I wouldn’t be surprised that he would use anything against me, and I know plenty of shitty people would be against a gay personal trainer, ruining my reputation.
“Sorry…I wasn’t thinking…” Brad apologized.
“Forget it, let’s keep going, you still have a few sets to go.”
We continued the session, but there was no denying that the sexual tension was still here. Both of our boners never died down, wiggling as we did our workouts. And no matter how hard I tried, our hands kept coming back to touch each other’s sweaty body, feeling the muscles tightening as we moved. I kept a close eye to Vinny and Paul, and they stayed far away from us the whole time, and although it was risky to be intimate with Brad, I couldn’t stop reminding myself how that story went, how Brad fucked me at the gym, while people around us watched as he declared his ownership.
“Let’s…let’s call it a day.” I said, as Brad finished his last set, “I need to take a cold shower.”
“Me too, you know…you can join me…” Brad grinned, as he took his shirt off.
I gulped, but I resisted the temptation, “No, you go ahead, I’ll clean up.”
“Alright. Maybe next time.” With that, Brad flung his shirt over his shoulder, and headed to the locker room disappointedly.
I need to keep it together. Yes, it is fun messing around with Brad, he knows what he’s doing, and with his muscular body…can’t blame me for drooling over him. But…I want to be with Adam, I can’t just go around and fuck everyone. Adam makes me so horny all the time. The blowjobs are great, but I want more, I need to man up, and ask for it, he’s bound to try one day, right? He’s slowly warming up to sex, he’d never try sucking dick before, and now look at him, we do it everyday, and he couldn’t get enough of it…fuck, I need him so bad…
I absentmindedly sauntered to the locker room, walking to my locker before heading to the shower. Paul was there changing when I arrived, just in his boxer, drying his hair. I paid no attention to him, as I turned to my side, trying to squeeze past him. However, as I was behind him, he took a step backwards, his ass backed into my crotch, which housed my still very erected cock.
“What the fuck…?” Paul jumped, and quickly reached behind to shield his behind. “Did you just fucking touch me?”
“What? No!”
“You fucking did! I felt it!” Paul screamed at me.
“You backed into me!” I said, trying to defend myself.
“Oh my god! You have a fucking boner!” Paul grunted, “Fucking pervert…I’m sick of you people around.”
“What does that fucking mean?” My patient was wearing thin, he was rude before, and now with his comments he was quickly getting on my nerves.
“Oh you know what I mean, I don’t need you flaunting your gay ass around the gym, you think I don’t see you and your homo friend kissing? That’s disgusting.”
“Alright, that’s it. I’m not dealing with this bullshit.” I had enough of Paul, I just wanted Paul out of my sight. I quickly turned around, trying to move past him, and I didn’t care about bumping him out of my way, pushing him against the lockers, exactly what he did to me earlier.
“Don’t you dare fucking touch me again!” Paul screamed behind me, and before I knew it, a sharp pain emerged from the back of my head, I dropped to the floor and everything faded to black.
Adam
“I want to talk to you.” I found Mike in the hallway. After the talk with Jack, I had to do a lot of rethinking.
I was wrong. Obviously Mike’s confession changed our relationship, but I always thought it was because of what Mike did, with me, with Chase…but the awkwardness didn’t come from Mike, I was the one to blame. All I think about was how it affected me, how I felt, not once did I think about how much Mike was suffering. Maybe going to Chase was a cry for help, I don’t know, but I never respond to his confession…Captain is right, I need to talk to Mike, I have to be honest to him, to myself, and even if it ends badly, at the very least I owe him that.
“Okay…what’s going on?” Mike asked, “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, nothings wrong, just…can we talk in private?” I said nervously, “We can go to…um…the interrogation room.”
Mike stared at me blankly. The interrogation room, the same place he confessed his love, and where he sucked both Chase and I. He could sense my nervousness, and something was up in my mind. “Okay, lead the way.”
We entered the interrogation room, and I closed the door behind me. Memories flooding back, but this time, instead of rage and confusion, I felt ashamed, but with a sense of determination. I knew if I want Mike to stay as my partner, I need to do this.
“I know this day will come.” Mike sighed, there was no emotion shown in his eyes, as he stared at me, “Adam, I know I’m not the best partner, I’ve been distracted, and…I should never have said what I said the other day…I’ll talk to the Captain, and…I…”
“Stop it right there.” I interrupted Mike. “You are my partner, I’m not letting you go.”
“So what are we here for?” Mike asked, confused.
I took a deep breath, and said, “I‘m sorry, Mike.”
“What? What for?”
“I wasn’t fair to you, after…you know, what happened here.” I said, “I treated you differently, and that’s the worst possible thing I could do.”
“Oh trust me, there are so many worse things you could do…” Mike laughed sarcastically.
“I know things haven’t been great between us, I’m sorry. You were honest with your feelings, and it took me a while to figure out mine.” I said.
“And…? What are you feeling?” Mike asked.
“I…” I hesitated.
“Go on, I can take it.”
“I…I was jealous. I was jealous of Chase, when I saw you sucking his dick,” I said, finally composed myself.
We remained silent, as Mike processed what I said, and finally, he asked, “What are you saying, Adam?”
“I’m saying I like you, Mike, and I think you are hot.” I blushed, “I…I don’t know if I’ll ever be someone you want, I have no intention to have sex with a man, or be in a relationship with one, but I care about you a lot, and…I wouldn’t mind sharing a blowjob or two…”
It was Mike’s turn to not know what to say, he simply stood still and stared at me. My heart was beating fast, I looked at Mike, and all the emotion filled my mind…God, Mike is so fucking cute. I just want to hold him, I want to feel his body pressing mine, I want to kiss him, I want to suck his cock… and with that, I leaned in and kissed him on the lips. I pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around him, my tongue forced its way past his lips, his teeth, and explored his inside. Mike kissed back, our tongue was twirling, searched for each other, and it took until we were both out of breath to break apart.
“I want your cock so bad…I owe you one…” I whispered. I could feel Mike’s hard cock nudging mine, I kneeled down, and reached for his belt, unbuckling it and unzipped his pants. His thick cock sprung out as I pulled his pants down, slapping my forehead. I grinned, as I grasped the base of his cock, sticking my tongue out, licking off the drops of precum rolling down his shaft. My other hand found his balls, fondling them in my palms.
“Hmm…you taste good…” I moaned, as I explored the underside of his stiff cock, tasting the manliness of his member. My tongue traced the veins, feeling the warmth as blood pumped through his cock, and finally reached the tip, before I kissed the head with eagerness.
“Fuck…you have no idea how much I wished for this to happen…” Mike groaned, as he held the back of my head, and pushed me down. His throbbing cock plunged inside my mouth, passing through my lips and gliding on my tongue, and reached the back of my throat. “Ughh…you are so good at this…” Mike began thrusting in and out, his hard cock slid out before pushing in, hitting my throat again and again. My mouth was filled with the taste of Mike, his lust, and perhaps a little aggression, for the suffering he went through…and I took it all, letting him fuck my skull, almost gagging.
Mike kept plunging my head, I was starting to get used to the rhythm, and suddenly Mike let go of my head. “Adam, please, look at me.” I looked up, and our gaze met, his eyes were full of love. “I love you, Adam. I really do.” Mike said, and his thrust slowed down, his cock gently moved in and out as I sucked on it. We kept eye contact, as I bobbed my head up and down his raging hard cock, I could feel the connection with Mike, something I thought was lost through the past events. I slurped and licked his leaking cock, running my tongue up and down his shaft, circling the head and feeling the stiffness, his cock throbbed in my mouth, as I listened to Mike’s moaning getting louder.
“Fucking hell, you are incredible…I’m getting close…” Mike exclaimed, huffing as he spoke. I waste no time to suck his cock with even more eagerness, hungrily swallowing his full length with anticipation. I wanted him to blow his load in my mouth, I wanted to taste his cum…I could feel his ball contracting in my hand, his body started to tense up, his thrust was building up with strength…
“Ughh…I’m cumming…” Mike growled, his cum began to spill out, waves and waves of cum erupted in my mouth, while I gulped down every last drop of it. It tasted salty, with a bit of sweetness, and I couldn’t help but compare the taste with Josh, which was saltier and musky, and I enjoyed both in different ways. I started stroking his spent cock, draining the last bit of cum out, and I licked every inch of his cock clean, before pulling out. We were both out of breath, still staring at each other, Mike grabbed my shoulders, and pulled me up. Without a word, he cupped my chin with his hand, pulled me closer and planted a kiss. Our tongues intertwined, sharing the lingering taste of his load in our mouths.
“That was hot…” I said, breathing heavily.
“Yes it was…” Mike whispered, “you are making it harder not to love you.”
“Sorry…I couldn’t help myself.” I murmured, “Are we even now?”
“You wish! I’ll take what I can get.” Mike smirked, “Do you want any help with that?” Mike asked, as he glanced down to my crotch, outlining my throbbing hard cock.
“Yes please…” I grinned. Although I already shot a load earlier in the morning with Josh, my cock was at full mast again, ready for a second shot. Mike reached for my cock, rubbing it over my pants, feeling the stiffness. He was teasing me for as long as he could, running his hands up and down my shaft. And finally, he reached for the zipper, ready to release my aching hardness, when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I reached for my phone, and I felt a sense of guilt when I read the caller. It was Josh.
“Um…I should take this…” I stepped away from Mike, and picked up the phone, “Hello?”
“Hi, is this Adam? The cop?” An unfamiliar voice was speaking.
“Um… yes. Who is this?” I asked, confused.
“I’m Corey, Josh’s friend. I…I feel like it’s best to call you about this. There’s an emergency…about Josh.” Corey spoke urgently, “Please come to the gym, someone attacked Josh.”
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“You are late, again. It's the third time this week.” Corey popped his head over the counter as I walked in, “Brad’s already here, you better get moving.”
Fuck. I blame Adam, he’s just too fucking hot, there’s no way I’m missing a morning blowjob with him. Things have been great with Adam lately, we have been giving each other blowjobs every morning, and it’s so hot to see him enjoying it, maybe more than I do even. I just wish we can do a little bit more, maybe he can finger my hole while he sucks my cock…or I can explore his tight hole…would that be too much? I don’t want to scare him away, we are not even dating yet, what are we even? Friends with benefits? Just friends helping each other? Should I ask him out on a date? A real date that doesn't involve our kids, not just a playdate that we play with each other’s body on the side…
I rushed to the locker room while I let my mind go wild, and stopped as I spotted Brad sitting on a bench, only in his underwear. Next to him was none other than my nemesis, Vinny.
“Wow, you sure know how to work out.” Brad said in amazement, as he ran his hand on Vinny’s muscular body. Vinny was sitting next to Brad, flexing his muscular body, while shirtless. He was grabbing Brad’s hand, and was guiding him across his huge biceps, pecs, abs…he was grinning as Brad was feeling up his smooth skin, and whispering in his ear.
“What the hell is going on?” I asked, I had a fair assumption of what’s going on, and I had to break them up apart.
“Oh, hey Josh. Vinny here is just telling me how much he loves working up, and showing me his progress.” Brad turned to me, and winked, enjoying groping the sexy man.
“Vinny, don’t you have work to do? Stop pestering my client.” I said, while glaring at Vinny.
“Paul’s not here yet.” Vinny shrugged, “And you are late, you should thank me for entertaining Brad here, we are having a great time together. Anyway, see ya later, Brad, you can call me anytime.” He said, and walked away, shirtless. He was always shirtless at the gym, I was convinced that was how he procured all of his clients, by showing off his muscles.
“Sorry I’m late, I got caught up with…things.” I blushed.
“It’s Adam isn’t it.” Brad grinned, “Was he fucking you this morning? Is your ass sore? should I cancel today’s session?”
“No! We haven’t…I’m not gonna talk about it…”
“Oh come on! I’m all fired up now, I was going to get that fine piece of ass before you show up, you owe me this at the very least.” Brad said, his erected cock outlined under his black boxer briefs.
“You know that he’s not gay right? He’s just trying to mess with me and steal you from me.”
“Are you sure? I swear he was checking me out…” Brad smirked, as he grasped his stiff cock, and began stroking it.
“Yes, I’m pretty sure. He has a girlfriend who used to come here often…well, I haven’t seen her in quite a while, but still…”
“Move along, you bunch of…” A man suddenly pushed me aside, pinning me against the lockers, and forced his way past us.
“What the…” It took a second for me to find my bearings, and I recognized the man. It was Paul, one of Vinny’s clients. He was a middle aged boxer, who came around every week, but since I tried my best to avoid Vinny, I only had minimal interaction with him, until now. I massaged my shoulder, where I hit the locker, as I watched him walking away, I’d have said something to him, but he was long gone by the time I figured what happened.
“Are you alright? Who is that?” Brad asked, while glaring at Paul.
“That’s Paul, Vinny’s client. Honestly, they are perfect for each other.” I said. “Just ignore him, we are behind schedule, let’s get ready and start the session.”
“Fucking hell, Brad. Can you stay focused?” I said helplessly, after Brad stopped the session again to adjust his boner, which was jutting out and left nothing for imagination in his tight yoga pants.
“Sorry, I can’t help it. You know why.” Brad smiled apologetically.
“Yeah, you don’t need to remind me of Vinny, thank you very much.” I said, annoyed.
“Not just that…” Brad smirked, “Sean finished his story, and had me read it this morning.”
“Oh, right…” I blushed. The story that’s basically Brad and I fucking at the gym. How can I forget? I could feel my cock growing in my pants, as I recalled the story, and Brad noticed the stirring. He approached me slowly, closing the gap between us, and placed his hand on my chest.
“I want to kiss you so bad right now…” Brad whispered. He gently pushed me, as I stumbled backwards, until I reached the wall. He leaned in, while pushing me against the wall, licking my face eagerly, and started kissing down my neck.
“Stop it…” I murmured, as I mustered my strength to push Brad away. My heart was thumping, and so was my cock, pulsing with anticipation. I quickly looked around, the gym was mostly empty, but I knew Vinny and Paul were somewhere around. I finally sighed with relief when I spotted them chatting next to the bench, seemingly unaware of Brad’s sexual advancement.
“Brad…you are killing me…” I sighed, “you know I’m with Adam…and I’m not out publicly.” I glanced at Vinny’s direction, “Especially not to Vinny, god knows what he’d do to me.” Although Vinny never expressed any homophobic tendency, I wouldn’t be surprised that he would use anything against me, and I know plenty of shitty people would be against a gay personal trainer, ruining my reputation.
“Sorry…I wasn’t thinking…” Brad apologized.
“Forget it, let’s keep going, you still have a few sets to go.”
We continued the session, but there was no denying that the sexual tension was still here. Both of our boners never died down, wiggling as we did our workouts. And no matter how hard I tried, our hands kept coming back to touch each other’s sweaty body, feeling the muscles tightening as we moved. I kept a close eye to Vinny and Paul, and they stayed far away from us the whole time, and although it was risky to be intimate with Brad, I couldn’t stop reminding myself how that story went, how Brad fucked me at the gym, while people around us watched as he declared his ownership.
“Let’s…let’s call it a day.” I said, as Brad finished his last set, “I need to take a cold shower.”
“Me too, you know…you can join me…” Brad grinned, as he took his shirt off.
I gulped, but I resisted the temptation, “No, you go ahead, I’ll clean up.”
“Alright. Maybe next time.” With that, Brad flung his shirt over his shoulder, and headed to the locker room disappointedly.
I need to keep it together. Yes, it is fun messing around with Brad, he knows what he’s doing, and with his muscular body…can’t blame me for drooling over him. But…I want to be with Adam, I can’t just go around and fuck everyone. Adam makes me so horny all the time. The blowjobs are great, but I want more, I need to man up, and ask for it, he’s bound to try one day, right? He’s slowly warming up to sex, he’d never try sucking dick before, and now look at him, we do it everyday, and he couldn’t get enough of it…fuck, I need him so bad…
I absentmindedly sauntered to the locker room, walking to my locker before heading to the shower. Paul was there changing when I arrived, just in his boxer, drying his hair. I paid no attention to him, as I turned to my side, trying to squeeze past him. However, as I was behind him, he took a step backwards, his ass backed into my crotch, which housed my still very erected cock.
“What the fuck…?” Paul jumped, and quickly reached behind to shield his behind. “Did you just fucking touch me?”
“What? No!”
“You fucking did! I felt it!” Paul screamed at me.
“You backed into me!” I said, trying to defend myself.
“Oh my god! You have a fucking boner!” Paul grunted, “Fucking pervert…I’m sick of you people around.”
“What does that fucking mean?” My patient was wearing thin, he was rude before, and now with his comments he was quickly getting on my nerves.
“Oh you know what I mean, I don’t need you flaunting your gay ass around the gym, you think I don’t see you and your homo friend kissing? That’s disgusting.”
“Alright, that’s it. I’m not dealing with this bullshit.” I had enough of Paul, I just wanted Paul out of my sight. I quickly turned around, trying to move past him, and I didn’t care about bumping him out of my way, pushing him against the lockers, exactly what he did to me earlier.
“Don’t you dare fucking touch me again!” Paul screamed behind me, and before I knew it, a sharp pain emerged from the back of my head, I dropped to the floor and everything faded to black.
Adam
“I want to talk to you.” I found Mike in the hallway. After the talk with Jack, I had to do a lot of rethinking.
I was wrong. Obviously Mike’s confession changed our relationship, but I always thought it was because of what Mike did, with me, with Chase…but the awkwardness didn’t come from Mike, I was the one to blame. All I think about was how it affected me, how I felt, not once did I think about how much Mike was suffering. Maybe going to Chase was a cry for help, I don’t know, but I never respond to his confession…Captain is right, I need to talk to Mike, I have to be honest to him, to myself, and even if it ends badly, at the very least I owe him that.
“Okay…what’s going on?” Mike asked, “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, nothings wrong, just…can we talk in private?” I said nervously, “We can go to…um…the interrogation room.”
Mike stared at me blankly. The interrogation room, the same place he confessed his love, and where he sucked both Chase and I. He could sense my nervousness, and something was up in my mind. “Okay, lead the way.”
We entered the interrogation room, and I closed the door behind me. Memories flooding back, but this time, instead of rage and confusion, I felt ashamed, but with a sense of determination. I knew if I want Mike to stay as my partner, I need to do this.
“I know this day will come.” Mike sighed, there was no emotion shown in his eyes, as he stared at me, “Adam, I know I’m not the best partner, I’ve been distracted, and…I should never have said what I said the other day…I’ll talk to the Captain, and…I…”
“Stop it right there.” I interrupted Mike. “You are my partner, I’m not letting you go.”
“So what are we here for?” Mike asked, confused.
I took a deep breath, and said, “I‘m sorry, Mike.”
“What? What for?”
“I wasn’t fair to you, after…you know, what happened here.” I said, “I treated you differently, and that’s the worst possible thing I could do.”
“Oh trust me, there are so many worse things you could do…” Mike laughed sarcastically.
“I know things haven’t been great between us, I’m sorry. You were honest with your feelings, and it took me a while to figure out mine.” I said.
“And…? What are you feeling?” Mike asked.
“I…” I hesitated.
“Go on, I can take it.”
“I…I was jealous. I was jealous of Chase, when I saw you sucking his dick,” I said, finally composed myself.
We remained silent, as Mike processed what I said, and finally, he asked, “What are you saying, Adam?”
“I’m saying I like you, Mike, and I think you are hot.” I blushed, “I…I don’t know if I’ll ever be someone you want, I have no intention to have sex with a man, or be in a relationship with one, but I care about you a lot, and…I wouldn’t mind sharing a blowjob or two…”
It was Mike’s turn to not know what to say, he simply stood still and stared at me. My heart was beating fast, I looked at Mike, and all the emotion filled my mind…God, Mike is so fucking cute. I just want to hold him, I want to feel his body pressing mine, I want to kiss him, I want to suck his cock… and with that, I leaned in and kissed him on the lips. I pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around him, my tongue forced its way past his lips, his teeth, and explored his inside. Mike kissed back, our tongue was twirling, searched for each other, and it took until we were both out of breath to break apart.
“I want your cock so bad…I owe you one…” I whispered. I could feel Mike’s hard cock nudging mine, I kneeled down, and reached for his belt, unbuckling it and unzipped his pants. His thick cock sprung out as I pulled his pants down, slapping my forehead. I grinned, as I grasped the base of his cock, sticking my tongue out, licking off the drops of precum rolling down his shaft. My other hand found his balls, fondling them in my palms.
“Hmm…you taste good…” I moaned, as I explored the underside of his stiff cock, tasting the manliness of his member. My tongue traced the veins, feeling the warmth as blood pumped through his cock, and finally reached the tip, before I kissed the head with eagerness.
“Fuck…you have no idea how much I wished for this to happen…” Mike groaned, as he held the back of my head, and pushed me down. His throbbing cock plunged inside my mouth, passing through my lips and gliding on my tongue, and reached the back of my throat. “Ughh…you are so good at this…” Mike began thrusting in and out, his hard cock slid out before pushing in, hitting my throat again and again. My mouth was filled with the taste of Mike, his lust, and perhaps a little aggression, for the suffering he went through…and I took it all, letting him fuck my skull, almost gagging.
Mike kept plunging my head, I was starting to get used to the rhythm, and suddenly Mike let go of my head. “Adam, please, look at me.” I looked up, and our gaze met, his eyes were full of love. “I love you, Adam. I really do.” Mike said, and his thrust slowed down, his cock gently moved in and out as I sucked on it. We kept eye contact, as I bobbed my head up and down his raging hard cock, I could feel the connection with Mike, something I thought was lost through the past events. I slurped and licked his leaking cock, running my tongue up and down his shaft, circling the head and feeling the stiffness, his cock throbbed in my mouth, as I listened to Mike’s moaning getting louder.
“Fucking hell, you are incredible…I’m getting close…” Mike exclaimed, huffing as he spoke. I waste no time to suck his cock with even more eagerness, hungrily swallowing his full length with anticipation. I wanted him to blow his load in my mouth, I wanted to taste his cum…I could feel his ball contracting in my hand, his body started to tense up, his thrust was building up with strength…
“Ughh…I’m cumming…” Mike growled, his cum began to spill out, waves and waves of cum erupted in my mouth, while I gulped down every last drop of it. It tasted salty, with a bit of sweetness, and I couldn’t help but compare the taste with Josh, which was saltier and musky, and I enjoyed both in different ways. I started stroking his spent cock, draining the last bit of cum out, and I licked every inch of his cock clean, before pulling out. We were both out of breath, still staring at each other, Mike grabbed my shoulders, and pulled me up. Without a word, he cupped my chin with his hand, pulled me closer and planted a kiss. Our tongues intertwined, sharing the lingering taste of his load in our mouths.
“That was hot…” I said, breathing heavily.
“Yes it was…” Mike whispered, “you are making it harder not to love you.”
“Sorry…I couldn’t help myself.” I murmured, “Are we even now?”
“You wish! I’ll take what I can get.” Mike smirked, “Do you want any help with that?” Mike asked, as he glanced down to my crotch, outlining my throbbing hard cock.
“Yes please…” I grinned. Although I already shot a load earlier in the morning with Josh, my cock was at full mast again, ready for a second shot. Mike reached for my cock, rubbing it over my pants, feeling the stiffness. He was teasing me for as long as he could, running his hands up and down my shaft. And finally, he reached for the zipper, ready to release my aching hardness, when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I reached for my phone, and I felt a sense of guilt when I read the caller. It was Josh.
“Um…I should take this…” I stepped away from Mike, and picked up the phone, “Hello?”
“Hi, is this Adam? The cop?” An unfamiliar voice was speaking.
“Um… yes. Who is this?” I asked, confused.
“I’m Corey, Josh’s friend. I…I feel like it’s best to call you about this. There’s an emergency…about Josh.” Corey spoke urgently, “Please come to the gym, someone attacked Josh.”
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