The Trainer Neighbor

[Cuteasianguy12]

PART 16

Anthony was hanging out naked at the apartment one evening while Sam was at work training another client, when there was a knock at the door. He ignored it, hoping they’d go away, since he didn’t feel like putting clothes on and didn’t really want to answer the door when it wasn’t his apartment, but the person knocked again. Begrudgingly, Anthony looked around for something to put on — the only thing he could find was a pair of Sam’s gym shorts that he had left discarded on the floor of his bedroom, so Anthony slid the shorts on and walked to the door.

The last person he expected to see was Hilary, his soon-to-be-ex-wife, and yet there she stood in the hall, a worried look on her face. Somehow, Anthony thought, she had gotten hotter since he last saw her. He hated himself for thinking that.

“What the fuck,” came out of his mouth.

“I know you don’t want to talk to me,” she said, “But I… I had to talk to you.”

“Why,” he said, making it clear with his body language that she wasn’t going to enter the apartment.

“Um… well… that other guy I had been, uh, seeing,” she started, “Frank?”

He looked at her, playing it cool, pretending like he vaguely remembered the guy, though he had walked in on him fucking Hilary, and then watched him get fucked by another man.

“Well, he ended things kind of abruptly,” she said. “And I’ve just been feeling like such shit for a while, feeling guilty about what I did to you, and realizing I just… I miss you.” She spit out the last three words as quickly as possible.

Anthony stood there, staring at her in disbelief. After everything she had put him through, here she was, offering him another chance. A second chance at the life he used to have.

She stepped forward, tentatively, before putting her hands on his waist. Against his will, he felt his cock stir inside his shorts. He had been edging earlier, and now he felt his dick rising back to action, ready to fuck.

Quickly, he shut it down. “Hilary, no,” he said, putting his hands on his wrists and gently removing her hands from his waist. “How can I trust you again? This is bullshit and you know it.”

She looked shocked, and took a step back. For a second, anger flashed across her face, followed quickly by acceptance. “Guess I really fucked things up, huh?”

Anthony nodded, sadly, and then said he had to get back to work. They parted awkwardly and hurriedly, without touching.

Back inside the apartment, Anthony leaned against the door, his heart beating, a combo of anxiety, horniness, anger, and frustration. He didn’t know how he felt, but he barely had time to process it before his phone was ringing.

It was his job, the place he had been freelancing for the last few months, letting him know that they wouldn’t be renewing his contract — at the end of the week, he was done. The news hit him like a ton of bricks. Not only had Hilary thrown him for a loop emotionally, but now he had to worry even more about money. Feeling overwhelmed, Anthony started drinking, pulling beer after beer from the fridge.

By the time Sam got home, Anthony was pretty fucked up, a drunk mess on the couch. He could barely string two sentences together, but Sam pieced together what had happened.

“Fuck, man, that’s a shitty day,” Sam said, sitting on the couch next to Anthony, a hand on his thigh.

“Fuckin’ awful, dude,” Anthony slurred. “What the fuck am I going to do?” Just like that, the tears came, a slow trickle from Anthony’s eyes that turned into a torrent as his feelings overwhelmed him. He hung his head and Sam watched for a second as Anthony’s body shook as he cried, and then Sam took him in his arms.

“Shhh,” Sam whispered, his arms wrapped around Anthony’s torso. He let Anthony cry into his shoulder for a while, and then, when he had settled down a little, slowly separated himself. He looked into Anthony’s eyes and said, “Come to bed.”

“Your bed?” Anthony asked.

“Yeah, man, I’m not letting you sleep on the couch alone feeling like this,” Sam said, and stood up. Anthony followed him, swaying slightly, his head still foggy from the booze. As he stepped through the door, he watched Sam peel off his clothes until he was just in his boxer-briefs, and slide into his bed. Anthony dropped his shorts and took off his shirt and stood there in his white briefs for just a moment before slipping under the covers on the other side.

Sam flicked off the lights and they laid there in the darkness quietly for a moment before Anthony spoke. “Hey, man, thanks for being so nice to me. This has all been a… lot.”

“Dude, don’t thank me, I’ve got you,” Sam said, and in the darkness Anthony saw Sam roll over on his side. Anthony turned on his side, so they were facing each other.

“I don’t even know what I’m going to do. With anything,” Anthony said.

“Stop worrying,” Sam said. “You’ve got me, and we’ll figure it out.” Anthony felt Sam’s foot touch his own foot, the toes slowly caressing the top of his foot, his ankle, up his calf. A shiver traveled through him, and he looked at Sam. His eyes were adjusting to the dark, and he could see Sam, staring at him.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Anthony said, and scooted closer to Sam. They weren’t touching yet, but Anthony could feel Sam’s body heat radiating under the covers, just next to him. Slowly, gently, Anthony felt Sam’s fingertips touch his arm, caressing and tickling his bicep.

“Mmm, that feels nice,” Anthony said, the tickles spreading throughout his body. He looked at Sam, really studied his face in a way he hadn’t before, the chiseled jaw, dimpled chin, stubble. His strong nose and brows framed his light eyes that somehow still sparkled even in the near-dark. Without thinking, Anthony leaned forward and pressed his lips against Sam’s.

Sam kissed back, tenderly at first, then with more force that hinted at something pent up inside him. Their teeth clacked for a second, and Anthony laughed, surprised at the feeling of kissing another man. The way it was rough, much rougher than kissing a woman, but not uncomfortable. Sam stifled Anthony’s laugh with his mouth, his tongue pressing forward eagerly, and Anthony’s lips parted to let it in. Their tongues touched and danced together, and Anthony felt himself growing hard, quickly.

He rolled on top of Sam, still kissing him, and felt the hardness of Sam’s cock jabbing into his thigh. He kissed his way down Sam’s chin, his neck, his collarbones, stopping at his hairy, muscular pecs. He flicked Sam’s nipple with his tongue, and felt Sam’s cock jump against his body in response. He licked the other nipple, and smiled to himself as Sam’s dick reacted again.

Quickly, impatiently now, he worked his mouth down the rest of Sam’s body, his tongue being guided by Sam’s trail of hair down past his navel, to the edge of his underwear. “Are you sure?” Sam asked, looking down at him. Anthony looked up at him, their eyes separated by an expanse of muscle and hair, and smiled as he tugged Sam’s underwear down, yanking it eagerly. Sam’s cock flopped out and smacked against his abs, hitting Anthony’s chin on the way up.

Anthony wrapped his hand around it and held it so it was standing up, looking at it. Its size seemed formidable this close, but he had come this far and knew what he wanted to do, so he closed his eyes and took the tip of it in his mouth. The taste of Sam’s precum and sweat was salty on his lips, and he was surprised to feel how quickly it made him start salivating. Inside his mouth, he let his tongue wander around the cockhead, getting used to it, before he took it deeper. It was only halfway in before he gagged and had to remove it, but before Sam could ask if he was all right, it was back in his mouth.

“Jesus fuck,” Sam whispered, looking down at Anthony learning to suck his dick, something he never thought he’d see. “Stroke it while you suck it,” he whispered and Anthony obeyed, using both his hands to jerk the base of Sam’s cock while his mouth pleasured the head.

“Go deeper, man” Sam said, and Anthony opened his mouth to obey, sliding Sam’s cock as far as it could go — it only made it halfway in before Anthony was gagging. He pulled away, his eyes watering, keeping his hands wrapped around Sam’s dick. “You okay?” Sam asked, looking down at Anthony with concern on his face. Instead of replying, Anthony locked eyes with Sam and slowly lowered his mouth back around the dick, taking it deeper in his throat this time. “Fuuuuck,” Sam moaned, a slight chuckle making his abs flex as he lay his head back on the pillow to enjoy it.

Anthony was surprised how much he found himself loving the feeling of a dick in his mouth. Drool streamed down the length of Sam’s cock as he worked it up and down, his tongue swirling around the shaft and head as his hands worked the base. He slid one hand slowly up Sam’s body, feeling the hair on his abs, the muscled ridges rising and falling with Sam’s breath, his huge pecs with their rigid nipples. As he sucked Sam off he played with a nipple, and he was rewarded by Sam letting out a deeper moan, his hips thrusting his dick deeper into Anthony’s throat. He knew what Sam wanted, and he loved being the person to give it to him.

Anthony was also surprised to realize his dick was rock hard in his underwear, pressed against the bed, throbbing eagerly for someone to touch it. As if reading his mind, Sam got up and pushed Anthony onto his back, kissing him. They ground their hips together, Sam’s dick sliding against Anthony’s bulge, and he moaned into Sam’s mouth at the sensation. Sam slid his body down Anthony’s and quickly ripped his underwear off, making Anthony’s dick slap loudly against his stomach. Sam grabbed it and popped it into his mouth, and Anthony sighed with relief at the warm, hot tongue against his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” he said, shivering with pleasure, all his attention focused on his dick, which was buried deep in Sam’s throat. He thought of the difference between their cocks, how easily Sam could take his, while he could barely get halfway down Sam’s, but rather than feeling inadequate, he felt proud that it was finally him who got to experience Sam’s huge dick, rather than someone else. Suddenly, he felt his balls contracting, and he grabbed Sam’s wrist, whispering, “Wait.” Sam sat up, still holding Anthony’s dick, a grin on his face.

“Close already?” Sam teased, and Anthony nodded, squirming to hold back his orgasm, the mere feeling of Sam’s hand against his cock almost pushing over the edge. Sam let go of him, and Anthony felt himself come back from the brink, just barely. “Eager boy,” Sam said, climbing up Anthony and straddling his chest with his hairy, thick legs. His cock swung against Anthony’s face, who opened his mouth to let it back in.

Sam leaned forward and slid his cock deep into Anthony’s throat, who gagged but stayed on it. “Mmmm, that’s a good boy,” Sam purred, and Anthony looked up the length of his body, watching Sam’s muscles flex as he slowly fucked Anthony’s mouth. Anthony gripped the base of Sam’s cock with his fist, stroking it into his mouth as his tongue swirled around the massive swollen head, and Sam moaned. “You’re a fucking natural, bud,” he said, and Anthony felt his cock jump at the compliment. He cupped Sam’s ass with his free hand, his finger teasing and probing deep between the muscular cheeks, until his index finger landed on the tight knot of Sam’s hole.

Before Anthony could even push his way in, he felt Sam arch his back just enough to slide his ass onto Anthony’s finger. He felt the tightness of Sam’s ass, the muscular grip of his hole around his index finger, flexing as Sam continued to fuck Anthony’s mouth. Anthony could feel drool pouring down his chin, soaking his chest and the sheets beneath him. His cock throbbed and leaked against his stomach as he finger-fucked Sam, while Sam fucked Anthony’s throat deeper and harder.

“Keep going, boy,” Sam instructed, and Anthony didn’t need to be told twice, opening up to let Sam all the way in. His gag reflex had nearly disappeared, his body desperate to take as much of Sam as he could, and he welcomed the girthy cock, savoring the taste of Sam’s sweat and skin and precum sliding down his throat. “Yes, fuck me,” Sam moaned, riding Anthony’s finger, and Anthony felt his cock throbbing, somehow seemingly still growing inside his mouth.

Anthony inserted a second finger, feeling Sam open up to him, his asshole swallowing Anthony’s fingers, eager for his dick, he could tell. Anthony wanted to fuck Sam, but he also didn’t want Sam’s dick to leave his mouth, not for a second.

“Oh my god, baby, I love how you feel,” Sam moaned, and Anthony’s stomach did a flip at that word, baby. “You want my load, baby?” Sam asked, and Anthony nodded, moaning with pleasure at the thought. Sam pulled his body into a plank position above Anthony’s head, and Anthony’s fingers slipped out of his ass, already missing the feeling of being inside Sam. His body flexed and sweaty, Sam fucked Anthony’s mouth eagerly, who opened wide to take as much of him as he could, gagging and drooling around the fat cock pounding into his throat. Anthony gripped his own dick and stroked himself as he took Sam deep in his throat, looking up at the rippled muscles of Sam’s torso thrusting above him.

“Fuck baby, I’m going to cum I think,” Sam whispered, and Anthony tried to say, “Give it to me,” but it came out nonsense around the edges of Sam’s thick cock. Still, Sam kept fucking Anthony’s throat, faster and harder, his moans of pleasure rising in volume, until suddenly he gasped, “Oh fuck, I’m cumming,” a half-second before Anthony felt a blast of cum launched down his throat.

Anthony opened wide and accepted his buddy’s load, feeling Sam’s fat dick throbbing heavily against his tongue, pulsing blast after blast of cum. Anthony’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as he felt himself start to cum, his hand frantically jerking himself as he sprayed himself with his own load. Cum splattered against his stomach, dribbling down his sides, as he felt Sam’s impressive orgasm start to slow inside his mouth. Still, he kept Sam’s cock nursed in his mouth, sucking and milking every last drop, not wanting it to end. Sam’s legs quivered and gave out, his thighs landing with a heavy thud on either side of Anthony’s chest, and Anthony felt sweat dripping down from Sam onto his forehead.

They lay there like that for a while, breathing heavily, Sam’s dick lying heavily inside Anthony’s mouth, who still nursed on it like it was the source of life. Anthony felt his own dick shriveling inside his hand, and marveled at the size of Sam’s cock even post-orgasm. Slowly, regretfully, Sam’s dick slipped out of Anthony’s mouth, trailing cum and drool down Anthony’s chin, dragging its way down Anthony’s body as Sam lowered his face to embrace Anthony’s mouth in a kiss. Sam’s tongue searched deep in Anthony’s, the taste of Sam’s cum passing between the two of them, Sam’s still-heavy dick and balls resting on Anthony’s cock.

With a groan, Sam collapsed onto Anthony, the weight of his muscular body pressing Anthony down into the soaked mattress, their dicks sandwiched together with Anthony’s cum between them. Quickly, wordlessly, perfectly content, they fell asleep like that, Sam’s body as Anthony’s blanket, and when they awoke in the morning they were both hard against each other, their dicks poking into each other to wake the other one up, and they both knew that Anthony would never sleep on the couch again.

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PART 17

The next few days were a blur of hard dicks and cum — Anthony and Sam hardly left the apartment, spending endless hours naked and entwined. Anthony was shocked to find himself so quickly comfortable with another man, but he couldn’t deny his feelings. Sam would get out of bed and go to the bathroom, and Anthony couldn’t tear his eyes away from Sam’s muscular ass, bouncing with every step. By the time Sam returned to bed, Anthony would be hard again, and he’d eagerly take Sam’s dick into his mouth.

Some of these sessions were filmed for their Onlyfans, while others were kept private, just for them. Anthony found the difference in how he felt thrilling: when they filmed content, he would get incredibly turned on by the idea of other people masturbating to him getting off. But when they weren’t filming, he was equally turned on by the idea that there was no excuse or pretense for what they were doing — he was just sucking Sam’s dick because he wanted to.

However, Anthony still had the ability to compartmentalize what they were doing — it was either for money, or just between the two of them, their little secret. So, when Sam suggested they go out one night, Anthony felt anxiety twist his stomach.

They were laying in bed, their bodies intertwined, Sam’s cock laying heavily on Anthony’s thigh, leaking the last bit of cum out after Anthony had just finished swallowing Sam’s load. Sam’s hand idly traced circles around Anthony’s chest hair, teasing his nipple with the occasional finger. “I think we should leave the apartment,” Sam suggested. “We’re turning into slugs.”

“Mmm, I like being a slug with you,” Anthony murmured, reaching down to squeeze Sam’s beefy ass.

“I’m serious,” Sam said, suddenly pushing himself up to look into Anthony’s eyes. “Let’s go out. It’ll be fun!”

Anthony felt nervous, and couldn’t explain why, exactly, but found himself saying: “I don’t know… I mean, what if someone, like…”

A brief look of hurt crossed Sam’s face. “Sees us together?” he asked. “Ouch.”

Anthony sat up quickly. “I didn’t mean it like that! I just… this is all so new to me,” he finished, feeling pathetic as he said it.

“Don’t worry,” Sam said. “I’ll take you somewhere you won’t know anyone.”

Which is how Anthony found himself getting his hand stamped as he entered a gay club. Sam grabbed Anthony’s hand and pulled him through the sweaty, heaving mass of men, onto the middle of the dance floor. The music sounded horrible to Anthony’s ears, all pounding bass and barely anything else. He felt himself squeezed in on all sides, and was almost glad for it — at least the lack of space meant he couldn’t be expected to actually dance much to this music.

Sam, noticing the look on Anthony’s face, laughed. “Relax,” he yelled into Anthony’s ear, leaning so close to be heard over the music that their bodies were pressed together, his hands gently on Anthony’s hips. “Here, let’s have some fun with this,” Sam said, and pulled out from the little bag he was wearing a small ziploc baggie of little white pills. “Ever done molly?” he yelled into Anthony’s ear, who shook his head. “It’ll be fun!” Sam said, taking out two pills. A grin on his face, he popped one into his mouth before reaching up and placing another between Anthony’s lips. Slowly, he used his index finger to press it into Anthony’s mouth, who briefly sucked on Sam’s fingertip before swallowing the pill. Fuck it, Anthony thought, giving in.

“I’ll be right back,” Sam yelled, and was gone through the crowd. Anthony felt unmoored without him, anxiety mounting inside him. He looked around and, through the flashing lights, felt eyes glinting in the darkness, other men looking at him more intensely than he’d ever been looked at before. He shuffled back and forth on his feet, unable to match the rhythm of the music, feeling sweat drip down the back of his neck. Suddenly, Sam was shoving his way back in front of Anthony, who felt an absurd amount of relief pour into himself at the sight of him. He held two water bottles and passed one to Anthony, opening the cap of his own and taking a massive swig of water. “Gotta hydrate,” he said to Anthony, and winked.

It wasn’t long before Anthony felt the drug taking over — first it felt like his feet were vibrating, then his legs, then his whole body, until he could have been either floating in the air or swimming underwater. The music started to sound better to him, the bass pounding in his chest, and he looked at Sam, who laughed and gripped Anthony’s hips, making him sway them back and forth. Anthony laughed, too, and started dancing, moving his body without thinking about it, in a way he never had before.

The music, the lights, the people — all of it threatened to overwhelm Anthony, but never did, thanks to the presence of Sam, whose steely eyes kept Anthony grounded on earth every time he felt like he was floating away. They danced, pressed together in the crowd, sweat pooling under their shirts, the fabric clinging to them. Sam peeled his shirt off, and Anthony was mesmerized by the sight of Sam’s glistening, sweaty muscles under the disco lights for a moment, until he couldn’t see anything — Sam was peeling his own shirt off his body, he realized, raising his arms in the air to help him get it off. Then Anthony was shirtless, too, and as he looked around he noticed practically everyone else was, a mass of muscle and men and sweat pressed together.

Sam grabbed Anthony’s ass and pulled him tight, jamming their hips together, grinding their crotches to the music. Anthony felt himself growing hard in his pants at the contact, the drug making him aware of every inch of his skin — Sam’s fingertips danced across Anthony’s waist and lower back, lighting fires with every touch. He could feel Sam’s bulge growing against his own, which only made his dick grow harder, faster.

A mischievous look in his eyes, Sam’s hand traveled down Anthony’s stomach, following the trail of hair beneath his waistband, searching through his pubes, until it finally found Anthony’s dick, which strained against his underwear and jeans. Sam gripped Anthony’s shaft with one hand, while his other hand started to unbutton Anthony’s fly. “What —” Anthony started, but Sam shook his head, biting his lip as he unzipped. Anthony’s dick suddenly felt more free — bulging in his underwear outside his jeans, Sam stroking it gently as they swayed to the music.

Sam pulled the waistband of Anthony’s underwear down, and his dick sprung out, exposed in the club. Anthony glanced down, seeing his dick obscured in the darkness of the club and the crowd, occasionally lit by one of the moving lights. Sam’s hand stroked it, and he watched it reach its full hardness. He looked at Sam, his heart pounding louder than even the music, and watched in disbelief as Sam slowly lowered himself into a crouch in front of him.

Sam took Anthony in his mouth, swallowing his cock easily, stroking it and sucking it in the middle of the dance floor. A man dancing next to them noticed and grinned at Anthony, who couldn’t help but grin back. The man danced and watched, and Anthony felt a thrill at seeing someone else watch Sam suck his cock. He felt himself growing even harder in Sam’s mouth, whose tongue was teasing Anthony’s head while his hands used saliva to stroke his shaft.

Any nerves Anthony may have felt about getting his cock publicly sucked by another man disappeared as he gave into the pleasure, looking down at Sam slobbering on his dick surrounded by shirtless muscle men. Hands — he didn’t know whose — caressed his arms, his chest, his nipples. Someone’s hand drifted down the back of his pants, a finger searching between his cheeks, as Sam deepthroated his cock on the dancefloor.

Sam stood up and pulled Anthony close, kissing him, his tongue passing the taste of Anthony’s precum into his own mouth. He felt Sam’s dick, engorged and enormous, pressed against his thigh, his own dick grinding against the denim of Sam’s jeans, leaking on them. Sam pulled Anthony close and put his mouth against his ear. “Come with me,” he said, grabbing Anthony’s forearm before turning and pulling him through the crowd.

Anthony quickly tucked his dick back into his underwear, trying to frantically button his fly with one hand, while clinging to Sam as they wound their way through the mass of bodies — not towards the exit, as Anthony assumed, but towards the bathrooms. Sam pushed open the door and dragged Anthony to the last stall, shoving him in and locking the door behind them.

“What are we —” Anthony started, his head swimming in a haze of drug and lust and adrenaline, and Sam shushed him by kissing him while unbuttoning Anthony’s pants and freeing his dick. He dropped to his knees again and sucked Anthony for a moment, spitting on his dick and stroking it to lube the length of it with saliva. “I want you to fuck me,” Sam said, looking up at Anthony.

“Wha…” Anthony said, but Sam was already unbuckling his pants and sliding them down. As the jeans worked their way down his tree trunk legs, Sam’s monster dick swung out, pointed straight at Anthony. Sam turned around and bent over, exposing his ass to Anthony, who couldn’t tear his eyes away from it, the enormous glutes covered with fuzz, the pink puckering hole between, exposed as Sam pulled his cheeks apart, offering himself to Anthony, who stroked himself while looking at it. Without thinking about it, he crouched down and buried his face in Sam’s ass.

Anthony had eaten his wife’s ass before, but he was surprised at how different a man’s was — the hard muscles surrounding it, making him work harder to press his face in. The smell was muskier, but not in an unpleasant way. In fact, as he inhaled the scent of Sam, he found himself intoxicated. The hair tickled his stubble and his tongue, which lapped eagerly at the sweat pouring down Sam’s back, down into his crack. He moaned into Sam’s ass, shoving his tongue deeper in, which pushed its way into Sam’s hole.

His hands gripping Sam’s ass and spreading it wide, he tongue-fucked Sam slowly, probing deeper and deeper, his drool dribbling down Sam’s taint and dripping off his balls. Sam tasted clean, surprisingly clean, which only made Anthony hungrier, especially as Sam arched his back and pressed himself against Anthony’s face, smothering him with his muscular ass.

Anthony pulled his face back and spit on Sam’s hole, prodding a finger into it, slowly watching in fascination as Sam’s ass opened to accept him. Hanging between Sam’s legs, he could see his monster cock dripping with precum, Sam’s legs trembling to hold himself up against the stall door.

Suddenly, a pair of boots appeared on the other side of the door, and a heavy fist pounded against it. “Not a team sport, ladies,” a loud, deep voice boomed. “Wrap it up.”

Anthony felt panic spread throughout his body, but Sam laughed. “All right, man,” he yelled back, straightening up and struggling to fit his fat dick back into his jeans. Anthony stood up and was trying to button his own pants, his hands shaking. Sam put a hand on Anthony’s and whispered, “It’s fine, trust me,” quickly kissing him, before turning and swinging open the door.

A massive bouncer stood there, his arms crossed over his enormous chest. He rolled his eyes at Anthony and Sam, and gestured to the door. A group of gays snickered at the sink, watching them pass in the mirror, and Anthony’s face went red. What the fuck was he doing? But Sam seemed unbothered, pulling out his phone and opening Uber, ordering a car home. “All right, dude, we’re leaving, settle down,” he said to the bouncer, who kept silently marching them towards the door.

Outside, the Uber was just pulling up, and Sam opened the door for Anthony, while bowing sarcastically at the bouncer. They piled into the back and the car took off, and Sam started laughing. Anthony didn’t know how to react, so he asked, “Is this something you do often?”

Sam looked at him, playacting hurt on his face. “You think I’m letting just any motherfucker eat my ass in public?” he said, and Anthony noticed the Uber driver’s eyes flick to the rearview mirror, watching them. “That’s only for you,” Sam continued, his hands traveling up Anthony’s thigh. Anthony grabbed his hand to hold it in place, but his dick was already growing back to a full erection, squeezed uncomfortably in his jeans. He shifted in his seat, letting go of Sam’s hand to adjust his seatbelt. Sam took advantage of the moment by immediately grabbing Anthony’s crotch, massaging and caressing his bulge through his jeans.

It was all Anthony could do to keep Sam from pulling his dick out in the back of the car, though he was pretty sure the driver was sporting a massive hard-on in the front, from the bulge in his gym shorts. Still, he’d had enough public fun for one night, so he kept his dick contained, until they burst through the apartment door. Immediately, they were both naked, their clothes scattered in the entryway, their lips and bodies pressed together, their cocks rigid against each other, throbbing and dripping with precum.

Anthony couldn’t keep his hands off Sam’s ass as they kissed, spreading them with his fingers, searching for Sam’s hole, who spread his legs to signal he wanted it. Sam pulled back from the kiss and looked at Anthony. “Yeah?” he asked, and Anthony nodded.

“Yeah.”

Sam turned and walked towards the bedroom, Anthony following, his eyes locked on Sam’s incredible sculpted ass, his dick bouncing ahead of him, pointing the way at its target. In the bedroom, Sam stopped in front of the bed and asked, “How do you want—” but didn’t even finish his sentence before Anthony had shoved him face-first onto the bed, burying his face once again between Sam’s cheeks.

“Oh fuck yes,” Sam moaned into the bedspread, opening his legs to accept Anthony’s tongue, which probed and licked and fucked his hole. Anthony alternated between his tongue and his fingers, slowly and gently opening Sam, watching his hole relax around one finger, and then two, enjoying the feeling of how surprisingly tight Sam still was. After the size of the dicks Anthony had seen him take, he was surprised and happy to see his ass was as tight as any girl’s he’d fucked.

“I need you to fuck me,” Sam moaned, and crawled over to the bedside table, pulling a bottle of lube from the drawer. He squirted some on his own hole, and Anthony knelt behind him, grinding his dick between Sam’s cheeks, smearing the lube on his dick with his hands, while he teased Sam’s hole with the head of his cock.

Without even thinking about it, Anthony pressed forward into Sam, and felt his cock enter the tight hole. “Oh, fuck,” he said, and watched in awe as his cock slowly slipped deeper and deeper into his buddy. Sam arched his back and moaned and Anthony felt him press backwards against him, opening himself up to accept Anthony’s dick. Soon, Anthony was balls deep, his cock buried all the way, his balls pressed against Sam’s. “Oh my god,” he whispered, marveling at the feeling, the tight muscles gripping every inch of his cock.

He slowly started rocking his hips forward and back, feeling his dick push deeper into Sam, who backed up against Anthony, using his ass to direct Anthony’s rhythm. Soon, Sam had relaxed enough for Anthony to pick up the speed, which he happily did, feeling his thighs slap against Sam’s ass, watching the cheeks bounce with every thrust. “Fuck, this feels amazing,” he said, his hands traveling up and down Sam’s back, around his sides. Sam pulled himself up pressed his back against Anthony’s chest, who wrapped him in his arms, squeezing his tits from behind. He kissed Sam’s neck, his hands traveling down the sculpted body, feeling the sweaty hair, all the way down to Sam’s cock, which Anthony gripped and stroked as he fucked Sam from behind, matching the rhythm of his hand to the rhythm of his fucking. He could feel the rivers of Sam’s precum pouring down his fingers with every stroke, and he brought his hand to his mouth and licked at it, eagerly tasting Sam.

Sam bent over again, burying his face in the bed as Anthony gripped his hips and fucked him deeper and harder, Sam’s ass taking a pounding better than any pussy Anthony had been in. After a few minutes’ of hard fucking, they were both dripping with sweat, panting heavily. Anthony slowly pulled his cock out of Sam, watching his hole pucker and close after the tip of his dick slid out.

Sam rolled onto his back, his fat cock heavily slapping against his glistening abs, and smiled up at Anthony, who lay on top of the trainer, embracing him in a sweaty kiss. Their grinded their rigid cocks together as their tongues searched in each other’s mouths, enjoying the salty taste of each other’s sweat. Sam lifted his legs and wrapped them around Anthony’s waist, who reached his hand down and positioned his dick against Sam’s hole. Looking into Sam’s eyes, he entered him again, enjoying watching Sam’s eyes roll back in his head with ecstasy as Anthony pushed his cock inside.

Kneeling between his spread legs, Anthony fucked Sam while stroking his cock, both of them moaning and panting with every thrust. “God, you feel so good,” Anthony said.

“Your cock feels amazing. Fuck me harder, man,” Sam said, and Anthony obeyed, flexing his abs to pound harder and faster into his buddy, making Sam’s moans get louder and louder. “Yes, yes, keep fucking me, oh fuck, that’s the spot,” Sam cried out, words leaving him completely as Anthony hit a spot deep inside him. “Oh god, yes, I’m going to fucking cum man,” Sam moaned, and Anthony felt Sam’s cock throb in his hand before erupting with cum, shooting straight up into the air before raining down on both of them. The hot, clear liquid blasted across the men, covering their torsos and mingling with the sweat dripping down their muscles.

“Oh, fuck, man!” Anthony said, laughing at the huge load erupting from Sam, feeling his buddy’s ass clench with every spurt around his own cock. “You’re going to make me cum like that,” he moaned, and he had the quick thought that his dick had never known pleasure like this, the feeling of Sam’s tight asshole milking his dick with the power of his orgasm, and suddenly he knew he was going to shoot.

He pulled his dick out of Sam and immediately blasted a load all over his hole and balls. “Put it back in,” Sam said, and Anthony quickly obeyed, shoving his dick in and moaning as he felt it enveloped by the warm, tight hole again. Sam rocked his hips against Anthony, who could do nothing but groan with pleasure as he felt himself unloading spurt after spurt deep in Sam’s guts. Sam pulled Anthony’s head towards him and they kissed passionately as the final loads poured out of Anthony into Sam’s hole. As his orgasm subsided, he felt his body start to tremble — from exhaustion or pleasure or nerves, he didn’t know, but Sam wrapped his arms around Anthony and embraced him in a hug, holding him against his heaving, sweaty body. They lay there like that for a few minutes, as their breathing slowed and their hearts pounded, Anthony’s dick slowly growing softer inside Sam’s ass.

“How was that for you?” Sam whispered into Anthony’s ear, his fingers lightly tracing their way down Anthony’s back, making goosebumps sprout along his skin.

“Fucking incredible,” Anthony murmured, already feeling sleep taking hold of him. He wanted to sleep just like that, laying on top of Sam, his dick held safely in Sam’s ass all night, Sam’s arms wrapped around him.

“You’re so hot,” Sam said, kissing Anthony’s neck, while his hands traveled lower and lower until they were on Anthony’s ass, his fingers just near Anthony’s hole. “I want to return the favor.”

Anthony slowly removed his dick from Sam’s ass, and felt his own cum leaking out of Sam’s hole as he did. “Mmm,” he murmured, and a few minutes later he was blissfully asleep.

 

[Di_No]

An excellent continuation.

 

[Di_No]

Was more spontaneous than filming would require.

 

[deleted28489861]

I just read all 17 parts back to back! Really really good! Can’t wait for the rest and in the meantime I will be sure to check out the rest of your stuff boss! PS. Had to try my hardest not to bust a nut at least 6 times while reading.

 

[JSF777]

excellent come back

 

[Sky.juliano]

O que posso dizer? Simplesmente incrível!!

 

[HeyItsHarry]

Nearing the end of this one, but don't worry - I've been hard at work on other stories as well

PART 18

As morning arrived, Anthony opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. He was briefly confused, until he rolled over and saw Sam laying next to him. He was half-covered by the sheet, and Anthony’s eyes wandered down Sam’s sculpted torso, soaking up the sight of the trainer’s muscled chest rising and falling with every breath, the size of Sam’s bicep, the hairy bush of his armpit exposed by one arm thrown over his own face. The V at the bottom of his abs, like an arrow pointing to a target just hidden under the sheet.

Carefully, Anthony lifted the edge of the sheet, giving himself a glimpse of Sam’s cock, which lay half-full across his thigh, pointed away from Anthony. He removed the sheet completely, exposing Sam, and gently put his hand on the dick. He slowly picked it up from where it rested on Sam’s leg, feeling the weight of it, marveling at the heat emanating from it.

He was surprised to discover he didn’t feel weird about fucking Sam last night — in fact, the second he thought about it, he could feel himself getting hard again. So, he noticed, was Sam — his dick had started to grow in Anthony’s hand.

Anthony gave Sam’s dick a few gentle strokes, enjoying feeling it get harder and thicker between his fingers, the way it could double in size in a matter of seconds, and it wasn’t long before it was pointed straight up. He wrapped a fist gently around it and squeezed it, and felt it throb in response. He looked up at Sam, whose eyes were open, a sleepy grin spreading across his face.

“I had no clue how horny you are,” Sam said, his voice raspy and deep with sleep.

“Honestly, neither did I,” Anthony laughed, stroking Sam’s dick a little more intently now. “I think you’ve done this to me.”

“Is that right?” Sam asked as he stretched his arms above his head, waking himself up a little more. Anthony watched Sam’s muscles stretch and flex with the movement, his furry armpits. “I haven’t even shown you what I can do yet,” Sam added, looking straight into Anthony’s eyes.

Before Anthony could say anything, Sam rolled over, gave him a quick peck on his lips — the casualness of it shocking Anthony — and jumped out of bed. His cock bounced suggestively in front of Anthony. “I think we should film something today,” Sam said, and Anthony gulped. He had almost forgotten that this was something that started on camera, not just something they did privately together. “And I think we should film in the gym,” Sam added, a sly grin growing on his face.

Anthony felt himself grow harder at the suggestion. Sam looked at Anthony’s dick and smiled. “I see you like that idea. I have to train a couple real clients today, but tonight let’s have some fun in the gym, okay?” Anthony smiled and nodded, feeling a knot in his throat as he watched Sam’s muscled body squeeze into his gym clothes.

The rest of the day was agony, as Anthony had nothing to do except lounge around the apartment, feeling bored, anxious, and horny all at once. He thought about jerking off, but remembered that Sam had once told him it was best to save up your cum before a shoot. But every time he tried to distract himself, he remembered moments from the night before — Sam’s bubble ass riding his cock, their tongues locking together, the feeling of Sam’s load splattering against him. He spent the majority of the day with a half-boner, so by the time Sam finally texted that he was heading back and to meet him in the gym downstairs, Anthony was excited in more than one way.

In the gym, he discovered Sam, just finishing setting up a camera facing a weight bench. Sam was wearing a cutoff tanktop that showed his arms and pecs, his nipples peeking out the side, with a loose pair of gym shorts that didn’t leave much to Anthony’s imagination.

“You wore that with your clients?!” Anthony said, gesturing at Sam’s bulge in the front of his shorts.

“I changed for you, big boy,” Sam said, lifting up the leg of his shorts, which gave Anthony a peek beneath — Sam wasn’t wearing underwear, his cock dangling freely. Anthony felt his dick stir, the bulge in his own gym shorts growing quickly.

“Let’s just do some training and have some fun,” Sam said, guiding Anthony to the weight bench and turning on the camera.

They went through a series of pec dumbbell workouts, which Sam used as an opportunity to touch and caress Anthony, guiding him through the motions while letting his hands wander. It wasn’t long before they were both chubbed up, bulging in their gym shorts. Sam guided Anthony over to the bench press, both their dicks bouncing obviously in their mesh shorts as they crossed the gym. They loaded the barbell with plates and Anthony lay on the bench, looking up at Sam standing above him.

As Anthony started to lower the weight down to his chest, Sam spread his legs wide to spot Anthony, his hands lightly touching the barbell, ready to catch it if Anthony’s arms gave out. Anthony struggled against the weight, but found himself distracted — with the angle he was at, he could see right up Sam’s shorts, where his balls and cock dangled teasingly just at the hem of Sam’s gym shorts.

Slowly, casually, Sam bent his knees until his dick was resting on Anthony’s face. Anthony laughed, still straining with the effort of his workout, and as he finished the final rep, he arched his back, moving his head up on the bench, so Sam’s dick was laying on his mouth. As he re-racked the barbell, he opened his mouth and let the tip of Sam’s dick in.

“You naughty boy…” Sam said, smiling down at Anthony, watching his cock grow inside his mouth. Anthony’s own dick had formed a large, throbbing bulge in his shorts. As Anthony continued to nurse on his cock, Sam stripped his shirt off, flexing his biceps for the camera. Anthony felt Sam’s dick growing thick in his mouth, filling it up until he was practically gagging. Drool spilled from his lips around Sam’s shaft, and Anthony’s eyes swelled with tears as he looked up at Sam’s muscular, sculpted torso flexing above him.

Sam lifted the leg of his shorts higher, freeing his cock and balls completely, and leaned forward, angling his body against the barbell to get a better angle at Anthony’s mouth. Anthony tilted his head backwards and opened his throat, worshipping Sam’s cock, who moaned as he watched Anthony’s throat bulge with his cock every time he thrust deep into his mouth. “Such a good boy, learning to take this cock,” Sam purred, and Anthony moaned, his cock flexing and throbbing against his shorts.

Sam thrust his cock deep into Anthony’s throat, holding it there until Anthony gagged, and then slowly withdrew it completely, watching the thick strings of precum and drool dripping off his dick and onto Anthony’s face. “Fuck, you got me so horny,” Sam whispered, stroking himself a couple times before tucking his dick back up into his shorts, where it formed a massive tent. Sam walked around the bench and stopped at Anthony’s feet. “Turn around,” he ordered, and Anthony obeyed, rolling onto his stomach on the bench.

With one quick motion, Sam yanked Anthony’s shorts down, revealing his fuzzy bubble butt, before burying his face between his cheeks. Anthony arched his back and moaned, feeling Sam’s stubble against his ass, the muscular tongue probing at his hole. Sam inhaled Anthony’s musk, lapping at the sweat pouring down Anthony’s spine and between his cheeks, pressing his tongue harder and more insistently against Anthony’s puckering hole.

As Sam’s tongue entered Anthony’s ass, Anthony moaned with pleasure and arched his back, pressing backwards against Sam’s face, urging the trainer to go deeper. Anthony’s cock throbbed against the weight bench, aching with pleasure as Anthony felt Sam’s drool trickling down his taint, his balls. Sam grabbed Anthony’s cheeks and spread them wide, pushing his tongue deep into Anthony, loosening his hole with the pleasure of his expert tongue. Anthony was in heaven, his eyes rolling back in his head, and he gasped, “Fuck me, man,” his face pressed against the bench.

Sam pulled his face back and slipped a finger slowly into Anthony’s hole, feeling the tight muscles clamp around it. “You want it?” he asked, gently prodding and loosening Anthony with his finger, feeling the muscles relax around him as he slipped in a second finger, and then a third. Anthony pushed back against the fingers, taking Sam two knuckles deep, his hole eagerly swallowing Sam.

“Fuck yes, man, I want you to fuck me,” Anthony moaned, feeling like he had taken a hit of poppers, his head swimming with a manic lust he had never felt before.

Sam didn’t wait for him to change his mind — he stood up and dropped his shorts to his ankles, where they pooled around his tennis shoes. He spit on his hand and stroked his dick, lubing it with saliva and precum, before grabbing Anthony’s hips and yanking him backwards.

Sam pressed the tip of his dick against Anthony’s virgin hole, teasing it, gently prodding it. Slowly, he felt the head enter Anthony’s hole, its massive girth squeezed tightly.

“Holy shit,” Anthony gasped, feeling the foreign sensation of a cock entering his ass for the first time.

“You okay?” Sam asked, pausing with the head of his cock halfway inside, his body yearning to shove it all the way in.

“Yeah, just go slow,” Anthony said. Sam obeyed, slowly working his dick in, which only got harder the more he pushed in, as Anthony’s tight ass squeezed every inch of his head, then his shaft.

“Breathe,” Sam instructed, and Anthony took slow, deep breaths, relaxing his body to accept Sam inside. Anthony’s dick had gone soft with the pain, hanging limply on top of the weight bench. “Good boy,” Sam said, feeling Anthony’s hole slowly loosen to accept more of him.

Slowly, Sam started rocking back and forth, sliding his cock deeper into Anthony, who moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure. Anthony’s fears of it hurting were true, but not as bad as he thought — quickly, he felt his body relaxing, and the feelings of pleasure started to take over. He arched his back and started to lean backwards, sliding his ass down Sam’s cock.

“You feel so good, baby,” Sam moaned, running the palm of his hand up and down Anthony’s back, and something in Anthony responded to being called that. Goosebumps traveled up and down his body, and he wanted to get fucked more than he ever had before. Sensing this, Sam started moving faster, bucking his hips, driving his cock deeper and deeper into Anthony’s ass.

Finally, Sam’s cock was buried completely in Anthony’s ass, his balls pressed against Anthony’s dangling between his legs. Anthony’s eyes rolled back in his head and he buried his face into the weight bench, which smelled of sweat and musk, releasing a low moan every time Sam’s cock drove into him. “Oh fuck, right there, keep fucking me like that,” Anthony cried, as Sam’s dick found a spot that made Anthony’s entire body feel alive.

Quickly, Anthony got hard again as Sam started to pound him, his cock swelling against the weight bench. He spread his legs wider, opening to take every inch of Sam’s fat cock, feeling the trainer’s muscular weight slamming down on him as he fucked harder and faster and deeper, the wet sounds of their sweaty bodies slapping and echoing in the empty gym.

Sam lay his own body across Anthony’s back, letting his weight press him into the weight bench, using his hips to pile-drive into Anthony’s ass, fucking him mercilessly. “Fuck. Yes. Holy. Shit,” Anthony moaned with every thrust, who couldn’t believe how quickly Sam had found the right spot inside him, a spot he hadn’t even known he had.

Sam lifted his torso off Anthony’s back and looked down, marveling at Anthony’s ass, the way it bounced and jiggled with every thrust, the sweat-slicked hair surrounding his now-gaping hole, which puckered like lips around Sam’s girthy shaft. He slowed his rhythm, enjoying the view of his dick sliding in and out of Anthony’s hole. Sam spit on it, watching his cock push the saliva into Anthony.

Out of nowhere, Sam felt his balls tightening, his body quivering. “Oh, fuck, fuck,” he said, and quickly slipped his dick out of Anthony, whose hole puckered briefly, as if trying to pull Sam back in.

Anthony lifted his head and looked back at Sam. “You okay?”

Sam gulped for air, his muscled, sweaty chest heaving as he slowly breathed and collected himself. His cock was rigid and purple-red, and Anthony marveled at the thickness of it — it was swollen well beyond anything he had seen before, and he couldn’t believe that he had taken it, or that something that big had felt so good inside him. A slow dribble of whitish liquid dribbled out of it, landing in thick, heavy droplets on the weight bench.

“Are you cumming?” Anthony asked, and Sam shook his head, struggling to contain himself.

“Almost,” Sam said, and started to laugh. He didn’t dare touch himself, not while looking down at Anthony’s ass in front of him, which presented itself so eagerly and beautifully, ready to be fucked some more. “Fuck, you got me there fast.”

Anthony turned around and sat up, looking mischievously up at Sam, whose dick stuck out between them. Anthony wrapped a hand around it and grinned up at Sam, who shook his head back and forth. Slowly, Anthony stroked Sam’s shaft, teasing the head, using his fingers to spread the dripping precum all over the cock. Sam’s legs trembled, his muscular thighs shaking with effort. Abruptly, Sam gripped Anthony’s wrist, stopping his hand from moving.

“Wait,” Sam instructed. “Let’s go to the sauna.”

 

[HeyItsHarry]

PART 18, CONTINUED
They quickly picked up the camera equipment — Anthony had completely forgotten they were being filmed — and relocated to the sauna in the men’s locker room. Sam, still rock hard, sat on the hot wooden bench and spread his thighs wide, his cock standing at attention towards the ceiling. He grabbed himself and stroked, looking at Anthony. “I want you to sit on me,” he said.

Anthony turned his back and started to lower his ass towards Sam’s dick, but Sam stopped him. “No, facing me,” he said, and Anthony obeyed, climbing onto the bench and standing over Sam, before squatting down, hovering just above Sam’s dick. Sam gripped the base of his shaft and pointed it at Anthony’s hole, as Anthony slowly let his body down, easing his ass onto Sam’s cock.

As Sam entered Anthony, both men groaned at the feeling. Anthony lowered himself further, until Sam was buried deep in him, his thick cockhead jabbing into his prostate, making Anthony’s dick rise to full mast in seconds.

“Ride me,” Sam instructed, and Anthony started moving up and down, taking control of the rhythm and working his ass around Sam’s dick, who leaned back against the wall and gripped Anthony’s ankles. Sam watched Anthony bouncing up and down, feeling his cock squeezed tight in Anthony’s hole, which dripped wet with precum and saliva. Anthony’s cock slapped against Sam’s abs and stomach as he bounced on his dick, a string of precum connecting the tip of Anthony’s dick with Sam’s body like a thread.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Sam whispered, gripping Anthony’s ass and spreading the cheeks, his biceps flexing as he guided Anthony’s body up and down on his pole. “You like that, baby?”

Anthony nodded and licked his lips, looking into Sam’s eyes as he rode his cock. His thigh and calf muscles were strained with the effort of keeping himself in a squat position on Sam’s dick, the veins in his legs popping out. Rivers of sweat poured down his body, dripping on Sam’s chest and abs and thighs, where each drop ignited a fire inside Sam, making him fuck Anthony even harder.

Grabbing the back of the sauna bench on either side of Sam’s head, Anthony braced himself, holding himself steady as Sam took control, bucking his hips below Anthony to fuck him hard and mercilessly, ramming his cock deep into Anthony’s hole, who whimpered as he experienced his first deep pounding. For a moment, Sam worried he was hurting Anthony, but he noticed his cock was still rock hard, slapping against Sam’s chest, so he kept up the pace, grabbing Anthony’s dick in his fist and pumping it while he fucked him.

“Oh, yes, just like that, fuck me,” Anthony moaned, throwing his head back toward the ceiling, closing his eyes and giving into the feeling of being dominated by Sam.

“Tell me how much you like it,” Sam ordered, and Anthony opened his eyes and looked deep into Sam’s as he replied, “I fucking love it.”

They kissed, then, their tongues driving into each other’s mouths, eagerly lapping at each other in a desperate need to be closer, to taste and feel and savor more of each other. Sam involuntarily stopped fucking Anthony to enjoy the kiss, lost in the moment, but Anthony murmured, “Keep fucking me, man,” against Sam’s lips, and he obeyed, driving his cock deeper and deeper inside Anthony, whose cock was leaking rivers of precum down Sam’s hand.

Suddenly, Sam felt Anthony’s hole tighten around his cock, seconds before Anthony started moaning into Sam’s mouth, and then he was cumming, his dick erupting, blasting a heavy spray of cum directly onto Sam’s chest. “Oh, fuck!” Anthony yelled, his voice echoing in the sauna, dropping his body down onto Sam’s lap, taking his cock as deep as it could go inside him, his hole pulsing and throbbing with each burst of his orgasm around Sam’s girthy dick.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to cum too,” Sam moaned, and Anthony, still stroking load after load out of his cock, coating Sam in a hot, sticky layer of cum, whispered, “Cum in me.” Which was all Sam needed to hear to release his load deep inside Anthony, who thrilled at feeling Sam’s fat cock throbbing inside him, the new sensation of a man’s load blasting against his prostate, being filled with Sam’s seed.

It felt like their orgasms lasted for hours, both of them erupting massive loads of cum as they groaned in ecstasy together — Anthony all over Sam’s muscles, Sam filling Anthony’s hole. Finally, their breathing slowed, and they slowly returned to earth, panting and pouring sweat on each other. Carefully, gingerly, Anthony lifted himself off Sam’s dick, which flopped heavily against Sam’s thigh as it fell out. A trickle of cum dripped out of Anthony’s hole, and Sam whispered, “Keep my cum inside you for a bit, okay?” Anthony nodded, and didn’t have to be told more — as if a flip had switched, all he wanted was Sam inside of him.

Sam leaned over and turned off the cameras, and they were alone again, just the two of them now, no one else watching. “You okay?” Sam asked, looking up at Anthony standing in front of him, worried that he would regret what they had done — Anthony seemed quiet and thoughtful, which was freaking Sam out a bit.

“I’m more than okay,” Anthony said, after a pause, smiling down at Sam, whose stomach flipped over. “That felt fucking great, man.”

“Thank god,” Sam laughed. “I was worried you’d freak out.”

Anthony laughed, too, making the corners of his eyes crinkle in the way that Sam loved. Acting on instinct, Sam reached over and grabbed Anthony’s hand. He pulled on it, tugging Anthony forward, who leaned down. They kissed, then, their lips touching gently, still holding hands. Sam put his free hand behind Anthony’s head and pulled him even closer, tasting the sweat and salt on Anthony’s lips, the musk of their workout and sex. Anthony moaned softly into Sam’s mouth, and lowered himself onto Sam’s lap, sitting on his thighs, his knees on either side of Sam’s ass.

Their earlier kisses had been with the purpose of leading to sex, but this one was different — this was just a kiss, born from the passionate, hungry need to be as close to each other as possible. Slowly, Anthony pulled away from Sam, enough to look into his eyes and smile. “I fucking love you,” he whispered, and Sam’s heart stopped for a moment.

“I love you, too,” he said, pulling Anthony’s head back against his own, needing to taste him again. They spent a while like that, Anthony sitting on Sam, their lips locked together, their sweaty bodies mingled as one in the heat of the sauna.

 

[Di_No]

Excellent continuation.

 

[Cuteasianguy12]

LOVE IT.

 

[Cuteasianguy12]

 

[Cuteasianguy12]

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This is Anthony ( younger guy) and Sam ( older guy). Can we have another chapter soon? Thank you.

 

[Cuteasianguy12]

Hope you have time for us. Love your story.