After a couple of years’ hiatus, inspiration finally hit me to write another story. And I think this is a good one. A very good one.
As anyone who has read my other stories in the past, you know that most of my plots are about love stories between a straight man and a gay man. The two men eventually discover their attraction to each other, both physically and emotionally. I usually do lots of character development before the sex starts to happen. By the time the two men finally have sex, you know them so well that you totally see yourself there with them. There will be little sexual innuendos, some minor sexual content, then taking certain more liberties, then some unintended acts, and only at the end you will have wild, explosive sex. If you want sex on page 1, then this story is not for you. But if you are a hopeless romantic and you want to fall in love with my characters before you jerk off, then this is the story for you.
The inspiration for this story came from this new intern in our office. His name may or may not be the same as one of the main characters in this story. He looks like a very fit kinda guy, in his mid to late 20’s. He is not built huge, but he looks like a picture of health and fitness. The kind of guy who knows his way around the gym, with that confident walk and swagger. The kind of guy I’d like to have my way with in the steam room. I imagined him as a gym trainer, and the rest of the story wrote itself. All the rest of it is pure fiction.
Your comments and suggestions are always welcome by reaching out to me at [email protected], or in the comment section of this site. I really would love to hear from you.
And now, enjoy!
My Gym Buddy, My Soulmate
By DrThroat
Chapter 1: Meet
I had to get out! I just had to get out of that place and that situation. I couldn’t believe how she had betrayed me. How she had been a fucking, lying cheater this whole time. In hindsight it all made sense, but I was so blind the whole time.
My name is Cameron. I was born and raised in the suburbs of Salt Lake City to a traditional Mormon family. A very stereotypical one at that. My entire family on both sides are all blond and have blue eyes. We look like grown up Gerber babies with soft features and porcelain skin. My whole town looked all the same. My whole universe, everyone looked the same. If Hitler ever imagined a utopian world where everyone had that beautiful Germanic/Nordic look, this would be that place. But to me that looked boring. There was no diversity. There was no flavor.
My family had left the church when I was much younger. They got tired of all the hate speech that came with some of the doctrines. But they still practiced many of the better values: kindness, charity, justice, equality for all. So, I never had to do the mandatory mission. No, I didn’t grow up with any of that secret underwear stuff either.
For college I went to University of Arizona. There, I got to meet more people of diverse backgrounds. But the girl I met and fell in love with was from, you guessed it, a different suburb of Salt Lake City. She could have passed as my sister being that were from the same gene pool. But we weren’t. After college we both moved back home.
I had always been the athletic type, not terribly academic. Always in the football team, the basketball team. Always in the gym. When I finished college and moved back home, I decided to build on my athleticism as a career. I learned how to become a gym trainer. I got an awesome job at one of the local gyms. The hours were decent, and the pay was much better than anything I could have done elsewhere. Plus, I got to hang out all day in the gym, my favorite place. With time, my own physique got even better and better, all without any steroids or any of that illegal shit. Just the usual protein shakes. Every time I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t believe how lucky I had been to win the genetics lottery before I was born into my gorgeous body. Again, to me that was just who I was, but I can see how others might have perceived of my body as the pinnacle of physical beauty and strength.
Things were getting more serious with my girlfriend Susan. After two years of having our own respective apartments with roommates, we moved in together. For practicing Mormons that would have been scandalous. But for us and our families, it was the natural next step. And a couple of years after that, I proposed to her. I knew that she was the one for me. She loved me, and she adored my gym body. I loved her and couldn’t wait to have a home and kids one day.
But then the sex slowed down. Maybe we were just getting used to each other and sex is not always that exciting with the same person over and over again. Maybe we were just growing up. She also seemed to take forever trying to pick a date for the wedding or make any of the other arrangements. She was in no rush to get married. Not like me.
And then, that fateful phone call came. I got a call from this girl Janice. She was Susan’s coworker. Her voice was very hesitant. She told me that for the past couple of months Susan and their boss were having an affair. I had met him before. His name was Mario. He was this hot stud who had immigrated from Rome, Italy. He was suave and handsome. His fresh Italian accent made even this straight man fall in love with his charm. He dressed impeccably well, especially for Utah. And he always looked like he just came back from a vacation in the south of France or Sicily.
The whole office knew about the affair. They had not made any significant effort hiding it. The reason Janice was calling me wasn’t that she cared about me, but because she was the one and only person in the office who detested Mario. She did not buy into all his charm and exotic looks. Underneath all that, she saw an ineffective boss who cared about himself more than the business. She was letting me know because she hated him, not because she cared about me. Also, she couldn’t in good conscience possibly in the future get invited to our wedding fully knowing that Susan was having an affair this whole time.
Well, my entire world collapsed on me. I confronted Susan when she got home. She admitted the whole thing and seemed to have no remorse about it. Rather than even having a discussion about it, she started packing her stuff. As I was still numb from how my life had turned 180 degrees in the past two hours, Susan and her stuff were out the door. I could only imagine that she was going to go to Mario’s. Or to her parents. I couldn’t care less. I couldn’t look at her one moment longer.
I plunged into my couch. Everything I knew and held dear turned out to be hollow. I was lost. The last 8 years of my life with Susan came to a sudden end with a single phone call and two suitcases being wheeled off out the door. I had nothing. I was left with nothing. I had no words. I didn’t even have tears. All I had was rage. And anger. And resentment. And despair.
And that’s when I realized I had to get out. I had to get out of Salt Lake City. Out of Utah. Out of Mormonland. Out of my zone. I had to leave all this behind and go start a new life elsewhere.
I hit the internet for gym trainer jobs. Hundreds of postings in essentially every city and town across the country. I just browsed them for hours. I had no idea which one was the right one for me. Or where did I want to move to. I hadn’t even been to most of these places, let alone pack my stuff and move there for the foreseeable future.
The next morning, despite my lack of sleep and lack of any will to live, I showed up in the gym as expected. I didn’t let my emotional hollowness affect my work ethic. Right away my boss realized something was wrong. My sunken face, and puffy eyes, my broken stature all gave it away. He pulled me into his office, and I told him about everything that had happened. He was taken back by the horrible story. He was my dad’s age, and treated all the staff and trainers in the gym as his own children. He had always been very kind and caring with me.
He let me finish my story. Then he came around his desk and gave me a huge fatherly hug. I hugged back. I needed that love and support, even if from my boss. I had not told anyone else about this yet.
After a few moments, he let go and went back to his seat. He told me that amongst all the privately owned gym owners they also have their own listserv where they share information on job openings. This is where they all discuss their star trainers and make sure they end up with better job positions than what is advertised on the internet. He told me that as much as it would be a personal loss for him and his gym to see me go, he had my best interest in mind. He wanted to help me. Apparently, there was a dope job in New York he thought I might be perfect for. And with a recommendation from my boss, the job could be mine.
The job was at Executive Fitness in the financial district in lower Manhattan in New York. It is a medium sized gym with all the amenities. Their clientele is all the Wall Street types who come to work out during the day, either before work or at some point during the day. The gym closes at 7 PM as by that time all their clients are gone back to their homes and their wives on the Upper East Side or on Long Island or Westchester County. These guys, and they are usually 99% guys, are too pampered to ever work out on their own. They need to pay a trainer $100 an hour just to walk around and tell them what to do every single time they come to the gym.
This is the kind of job that is not listed to the public. It is reserved for star trainers, and my boss thought I was one. It was for the late shift, 11 AM to 7 PM, and then the gym closes. On top of that, the gym owner also owned a studio apartment in the Williamsburg neighborhood of Brooklyn, a short subway ride from the gym but in a much more livable section of New York. He saved this apartment for whenever he had a star trainer coming from out of town and they needed a place to stay before they go on their own. I could have the apartment right away and for a fraction of the cost of anything else I could find on my own. Oh, and it was fully furnished. I just couldn’t believe everything my boss was telling me. It seemed like the gates of heaven had opened up and the perfect opportunity had landed on my lap. Not enough to make up for my mental devastation of Susan cheating on me and then moving out, but enough to give me something to look forward to.
My boss allocated all my usual clients to other trainers right away and told me to stay with him as he sorted it all out for me. I couldn’t believe my luck. It was all happening just too fast to digest.
He got the other gym owner on the phone right away. Without divulging any of my personal tragedy to the other guy, he told his New York counterpart that he had the best trainer he had ever worked with in need of a relocation. After a 5-minute conversation of singing my praises (I never knew he thought so highly of me compared to everyone else at our gym), he handed me the phone.
The other gym owner, Jared, didn’t even let me finish saying hi or introduce myself. He said that if my own boss is recommending me with such high praises, then congratulations I had a new job. No formal interview was needed. He then described the salary line and the bonuses, including the usual Christmas gifts from the clients themselves, and I was speechless. I had never seen that much money.
That was all on a Wednesday morning. My boss gave me Thursday off to get organized. On Friday I was already on the flight to New York. Business class, courtesy of my new employer Executive Fitness. I took a taxi from the airport to my new apartment. I had instruction of where to find the keys. I had the weekend to acclimate and then I was supposed to show up to work Monday morning.
It was a small studio apartment. The kind that they always show in movies or TV shows like Friends and Seinfeld. Except in those shows all the apartments are much bigger to allow the characters to move around. Here, there was not as much space. A small kitchen that flowed into a dining area with a small table and 4 chairs. A small living room area with a couch and a club chair. Behind it a small alcove where the queen size bed was tucked in. And a small bathroom off of there. The bathroom was the nicest part of the apartment, with new’ish fixtures and a sliding glass door on the bathtub instead of a cheap $5 rubber shower curtain. No central air, just those old radiator heaters typical of these old buildings.
I couldn’t believe that within the span of 3 days, Susan walked out on me, I left Utah, and I was in New York with a new apartment and a new job. Mind you, I had never been to New York before. This was all very new and shocking to me.
I spent the rest of Friday unpacking and setting up the apartment. I found the local grocery store, a very pricey Whole Foods. But I think with my new salary I could afford it. I spent Saturday walking around my new neighborhood, and all-day Sunday hitting all the major landmarks one could squeeze in one day in New York City. I even made a point of taking my first subway ride to my new gym just so I could check it out and see how far a ride it was. It was bizarre seeing a gym closed on a Sunday in the middle of the day. But this was strictly a weekday kind of gym, which made the job such a dream for us trainers.
That night I crawled under the covers, still in disbelief of where I was. I couldn’t believe that tomorrow I was showing up for a new job in New York. The Big Apple. Training Wall Street types who are millionaires and billionaires. Susan might have walked out on me, but luck was still on my side. I felt so gratified. So blessed. Somewhere in all that mix of emotions, I felt horny for the first time in weeks. I needed to care of myself in that way. I threw off the covers. I took off my underwear. I was butt-naked in my new bed in my new apartment in my new city. My dick came to life. As per my routine, I grabbed my left nipple with my left hand, and my cock with my right hand. There was a special energy in the night. I needed a one-man party and I was the guest of honor.
I squeezed my left nipple, then the right one, and kept going back and forth. I stroked my long cylindrical dick with my right hand. Precum was already coming out and dripping on my porcelain skin six-pack. As I kept stroking with my right hand, my left hand moved to my taint. This was my erogenous zone. A couple of squeezes here, and I am usually good to cum in a few seconds. I never shared this with Susan. I didn’t think the taint should be a sensitive zone for a straight man. I didn’t know what she would think of it if I ever asked her to massage me there. So I never told her. This was my secret with my own self. Whenever I needed to satisfy myself when she was not there, which was becoming more frequent recently, this was my go-to zone.
Sure enough, a few squeezes there, and I shot my load. All over my abs and pecs. It was the cum that had built up for at least two weeks. That’s that last time I had jerked off. I actually couldn’t remember that last time I had sex with Susan. Must have been quite a few weeks ago. I cleaned myself up with a paper towel and went to sleep. Luckily, I didn’t need to be in the gym until 10 AM to finalize some paperwork and get oriented.
The next day I woke up with renewed energy. I was in my new apartment. That paper towel with my huge load was still on the floor. Now that I was single, I didn’t need to clean up evidence of my solo sex before Susan would come home. I was a free man.
I made it to Executive Fitness a few minutes ahead of time. Jared seemed to be so glad to see me. We signed all the employment papers, as well as my apartment lease even thought I had stayed there a few nights already. He gave me a tour of the facility. Very impressive for a place that apparently did not have more than 10 people there at any given time. Those hefty membership prices and extra training fees made the place very exclusive.
By about 11, the start of my official shift, he introduced me to Jayden, one of the other trainers. Jared said that since I didn’t have any of my own clients yet, and Jayden had the same 11-7 shift, I should shadow him for the next week.
Jayden struck me with his unique looks right away. I later would learn that his dad is African American, and his mom is a red-hot woman of Irish descent. That totally explained his looks. His hair was not quite a typical Afro (is that word still politically correct?), but it was cut uniformly at 2 inches all around to give you that vibe. He had soft large curls of strawberry blonde color. He had exquisite facial features that any modeling agency would pay a lot of money for. Defined jaw lines, long and luxurious eyelashes. Luscious lips. A few freckles on his cheeks to top it off. The rest of his body seemed like he had zero body fat, and that comes from a fellow straight trainer. Broad shoulders and a defined V torso. Strong muscular legs. He stood at around 6 feet, just about my own height. His mixed-race skin was a beautiful shade with hints of orange. He was the exact opposite of everyone I grew up with back in Salt Lake City.
Perhaps the most striking feature on him was his perma-smile. You’ve seen those people. Some people seem to always smile, as if life has been a box of chocolates to them. As though they are always on cloud nine. The kind of disposition that puts everyone else at ease and makes you want to spend more time with them. I am sure growing up a mixed-race kid life was not that easy for him, but his smile was positively addictive.
“Jared said you’d be joining us here. Welcome to New York. Salt Lake, right?” he said to me as we shook hands.
“Yeah, that me.” I replied. “Brand new to New York, never even been here before.” I assumed that my old boss did not tell Jared my new boss the circumstances of my rushed relocation, and that not everyone knew what happened to me before I even got here.
“Ow, wow. Well, THAT’s a big move. No worries, I got you. In fact, for the past two years I used to live in that same apartment you’re living in now. Jared put me up there when I relocated here from Boston. I only moved out a week ago. So, I know your place very well. It was time I moved out to my own place though. I rented a similar apartment just a couple of blocks away, you know, because I love the neighborhood so much. So, we’re neighbors too.”
“Amazing how things work out.” I was still absorbing him in, with all his charm and that easy way about him.
“In fact, as soon as Jared said a new guy from out of town will be joining the gym here, my girlfriend Isabelle and I decided to invite you over for dinner tonight at our place. That is, unless you already have other plans.”
“Oh, wow, that is very kind of you. I don’t know what to say. I just met you like 5 minutes ago, and you have already planned to host me. That is most generous of you both.”
“No sweat, bud. All good. When I moved here from Boston, it took me a while to make new friends. I know where you are at right now, so I got you.”
So much kindness from everyone in such a short amount of time. My old boss, my new boss, and now Jayden. Everyone except for that cunt Susan for wasting 8 years of life.
“The two of us on the late shift, our job is to make sure the gym is tidy before we leave. Which is not ever an issue. All the other clients and their trainers always leave their stations tidy. But you and I get to lock up this place every night and then take the subway home together since we live right nearby each other.”
Well, it seemed that I already had a new best friend in town. And I just met him 5 minutes ago. I shadowed him for the rest of the day, as instructed. Even though I was told I was the star trainer, it is amazing what you learn when you closely observe other trainers. But the best thing I learned was about his mannerism. Again, he had that aura of jovial positivity at all times. Always with a smile. Always making the other person feeling good about themselves.
At 7 PM the gym was closed. We did a quick walk around, and the coast was clear. We locked up the place and headed to the subway home. On the ride home we chatted about New York vs Boston vs Salt Lake City. Some sports. He gave me his address. I went home to get changed into something a bit less gym-like. I also picked up some flowers. I knew better than to show up empty-handed.
Jayden opened the door. There was a most pleasant smell of a home cooked meal. He had made beef bourguignon, a very hard meal to make, all for me. With an assortment of sides and salad. He introduced me to his girlfriend Isabelle. Striking beautiful woman of Asian descent. Over the course of the meal, I learned that she is a flight attendant. They didn’t live together. She lived with some other flight attendants in a shared apartment near the airport. It was much easier for her commute as she had to be there all crazy hours of the morning to be at work.
Just as we had the last bit of dinner, Isabelle kissed Jayden goodbye and left for her own apartment. She had another early flight the next morning and preferred to sleep at her own place. That left Jayden and I alone. Naturally, I sprang into action with the clean-up as Jayden put away all the leftover food. We made a good team, and the little kitchen and dining areas were spotless within minutes. Usually this would be the task of the host and his girlfriend once the guest leaves, but I was happy to play that role as Isabelle was the one who had to leave early.
After that, we moved over to his couch. Not a terribly comfortable one, I must say. But it was his, not something that came with the apartment. We finished that bottle of wine he had opened for dinner. He confided in me that even though he had dated Isabelle just shy of one year, he truly believed that she was the one. In a few months he was going to propose to her.
The wine also gave me the courage to open up to him. I don’t know what came over me, perhaps it was that easy aura about him that made me trust him. I told him everything that had happened with Susan. He just sat there and allowed me to unload. Still with a smile, but now a smile of genuine care rather than being jovial. A smile that said I feel your pain. A smile that that made me feel at home with him. Or perhaps it was just all the wine.
It felt good to unload. I had told my family that Susan and I had separated. I also told a few of my buddies what happened in just like 2 sentences max, and that I was moving away. But I had not unloaded until that point.
Well, it was getting late. I gave him a bro hug on the way out and took that 2 block walk home. Despite the events of last week, I too had a smile on my face. My new apartment, my new job, and now my new friend. Things were looking up.
The next day I went to take the subway to work, and Jayden was already there on the subway platform waiting for the train. He told me which exact area of the platform to wait so that when the train arrives to our stop at work, we have the fastest access to the exit. At work I shadowed him again. Jared told me he signed up a couple of new members and they would be starting next week. He had assigned them to me.
At 7, Jayden and I did our walk around, all good. We took the subway home and got out of the station in Brooklyn. When we got to the point where I should go one way and him the other way to his own apartment, we did a casual good-bye. Just as I took two steps after we split, I turned around and hollered: “There is a hoops game on TV tonight. Do you wanna come over tonight to watch the game together?” I suddenly made a realization. “Oops, that is if Isabelle is not around and you have no other plans,” I added.
Jayden turned around, with his signature smile, and nodded yes. “That would be awesome. I’m free tonight. Yeah, Isabelle is away.” He walked in my direction, and we walked to my apartment. His old apartment.
Yup, he knew the place very well. As soon as we walked in, he helped himself to my bathroom to take a leak. I guess he still felt at home there.
I turned on the TV and the game was already on. Just then it dawned on me that I had not made any dinner for myself, let alone a plus one. This whole invite to hang out was very impulsive for me.
“Um, we don’t have any dinner. What do you want to do?” I asked.
“Let me see what I can whip up,” he said and went to inspect the fridge and every little kitchen cabinet.
“Dude, you don’t cook much, right? Or like, ever?!?” he exclaimed with amazement. In fact, I was not a good cook. It was always steamed chicken breast and steamed veggies for me, very stereotypical of trainers’ diet. And I really never learned how to cook.
“Ok, this time we’re gonna order take out, but we have to go get you some ingredients. Next time, I’m cooking,” he said with such confidence. I guess there was going to be a next time. And a time after that. It made me happy that he planned to be here again and cook meals like he used to when he lived here.
After the game and dinner, I took out a couple of beers. That, I had.
“So, what’s your type?” he asked out of nowhere. “Isabelle and I were chatting and we need to set you up with some chick. It would be good to get you out of the funk.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” I replied. “I’m not sure I’m ready to date yet. Not that I want to stay in funk, but I think I need a moment to process before I move on. Plus, I gotta sort out my new life and my new job before I can move on.”
“That’s cool. But you gotta get laid though, y’know what I mean?”
“Yeah, for now I will have to rely on the services of my own right hand.” I can’t believe I just said that to someone I just met the day before.
He leaned over and grabbed my right hand to look at my right palm. “So this is going to be your bitch for now? Remind me not to shake your hand ever again.”
We just burst into laughter. A perfect ending for the evening.
The next day, Jayden was already in his usual spot on the subway platform as I got there. We took the train, went to work, took the same lunch break, and I shadowed him once again.
At one point in between clients he asked: “So what is your own work out routine? When do you work out?”
In fact, I had not done any working out since last week, and I could already feel the sluggishness. I needed to get back into a routine. A new routine.
“You can work out here obviously when you’re not with clients. Or before your shift. But my favorite time to work out is after closing time. I usually have the whole gym to myself. I usually do my routines and then I lock up and go home. Wanna join me tonight? It’s leg day for me.”
Hmmmm, I never did work out in any gym all by myself, or with a buddy, after the gym closed. Having the whole place to yourself seemed rather intriguing. How come I never thought of that?
“Yeah, sure, let’s do it,” I replied.
At 7 we did our walk around, all good.
“Will you help me stretch my legs first?” he asked. And without waiting for an answer, he climbed on the nearby stretch table by the trainers’ desk. He laid on his back, with one thigh bent all the way to his chest and the ankle turned to the opposite side. “You coming?” he added when I didn’t move right away.
I had done this with my clients a thousand times. I climbed on top and put my chest and all my weight against his bent thigh to stretch it as far as it could go. He grimaced a bit when the pain hit him. I got up so he could switch legs. Once again, I put all my weight on his bent leg to bring it to his chest.
Just then we happened to look each other into the eyes, as our faces were less than a foot away, my entire body on top of him, with his one leg bent in between our bodies. This gave me such an uneasy feeling of déjà vu. There was something familiar in me staring him in the eyes. I could see he also felt something different. His expression changed a bit, as though he just realized something or thought of something.
I dropped my gaze to the other direction and got up. Luckily that awkward moment did not linger much.
We did leg exercises for the next 40 minutes. I let him take me through his routine. Once again I learned a few things. It was a good work out.
“I was planning on doing a steam room and shower before heading home,” he said. “Were you planning on heading out or do you want to join me?”
Heck, why not, we had the whole gym to ourselves. Why not? We went to the locker room. As always, I had chosen a locker in the middle of the very last row. Jayden had a random locker somewhere in the middle of the locker room. We each stripped and put our towels around our waists. I guess there was no point putting the lock back on at this point, since there was nobody there. Or for that matter, there was no point in locking up anything as the clients here were all millionaires and they did not need my 3 years old iPhone.
I walked behind him in the direction of the steam room. I got in and sat to the left, he sat straight across. A very comfortable yet friendly distance for two straight guys. His towel was tightly wrapped around and so was mine. This was the first time I got to see his torso with no shirt on. He had just a little fuzz around his nipples and mid chest. His six pack was just as tight as mine. Absolutely no love handles, his towel sat very nicely around his tight waist.
I’ve been to steam rooms in gyms before. I knew what sometimes happened there. Gay guys or even curious guys try to have a little fun if possible. I have been the subject of quite a few unwanted advanced in my lifetime. Again, my body was the stuff of fitness magazines. But I had always politely made it understood that this was not my cup of tea.
Right here, with the gym all to ourselves with Jayden, I knew I did not need to bother with any of those advances. I knew nobody else was going to walk in and change the mood. I trusted him like a bro, and it made me feel very at ease. We just sat there in the heat and the quiet and let the other one meditate. Just two guys disconnecting from the rest of the world in this hot cocoon for 5 minutes.
Without the door opening and closing, it got hot in there real quick. I think we both reached our thresholds at the same time. We headed to the showers right next door. There was a row of 8 shower stalls. They all faced the opposite floor-to-ceiling wall of mirrors with sinks to wash your hands. The toilets were around the corner on the opposite end to where the steam room was.
We got into adjacent shower stalls. The stalls had rather cheap looking plastic shower curtains for privacy. I pulled my curtain and showered, same way I had done a million times in the gym. By the time I pulled the shower curtain slightly to grab my towel, Jayden had already finished. He was out in the open area, with his back to me. He was toweling off all different sections of his body, unaware of me behind him.
That was the first time I saw his ass. I had seen naked guys in the locker room more times that I could care for. But for whatever reasons I found his body really exotic, with that skin tone of mixed-race origin and slight orange hue. His ass was firm and defined, the perfect topping for each of his muscular legs. I toweled myself still in the shower stall, with the curtain just ever so slightly still open. Once he finished toweling off and went back to the locker room, I stepped out and went to my locker as well. We got dressed. He was waiting for me at the entrance to the locker room area. We took the subway home, talking about sports and his plans with Isabelle this weekend.
The next day I suggested we exercise backs after work, and that I would take him through my routine. At one point, when I was sitting on a bench facing in about to do some back rowing, he interrupted me.
“Wait, wait, wait, your wrist angle is not right,” he said with the most sincere tone.
Before I knew what happened, he sat himself on that 2 inches of bench seat jutting out behind my ass, his chest totally touching my entire back. With each hand he grabbed one of my wrists and he turned them ever so slightly to get a better angle. Just then I felt his breath on the back of my neck. I got another déjà vu. Why do keep getting these feelings with this guy
This was way too close for comfort. I guess it was all his jovial nature and his kind heart. But he didn’t have the same concept of personal space as the rest of society did. And I actually appreciated it. I didn’t mind it at all.
This time we just showered and headed home. No steam room.
The next morning, you guessed it, Jayden was in his usual spot on the subway platform. We rode in together. He told me that Isabelle and he got invited to a party that Saturday night and I was joining them. It would be good for me to meet other people, specially maybe some chicks to date. I reiterated that I wasn’t looking to date yet, but perhaps a party would be nice. I couldn’t thank him enough for taking me on as his pet project and helping me get settled into my new life.
Saturday during the day I did a run all the way to Central Park and back. I met Jayden and Isabelle for dinner in Alphabet City before we went to the party around the corner from the restaurant. It was an eclectic gathering of all kinds of trendy and cool New York types. I stuck out like a sore thumb with my Mormon looks and Midwest outfit.
Jayden and Isabelle introduced me to the hosts, as well as quite a few other people. From there they mingled with some of their friends, mostly couples. I hung out by the bar, where some of the single people were gathered. I could see that from time-to-time Jayden was checking on me, making sure I was not alone. I would wink at him back or show him a thumbs up that all was good.
I did get to meet a few people. This one girl Rosa, a software engineer at Google, could not take her hands off of me. She found every single excuse to tap my shoulder or touch my chest. If I did the same thing to her, I would be arrested. At the end of the night, she made me take her number. I was never going to call her. At some point, when Rosa’s back was to that side of the room, Jayden made an obscene gesture of what I should do with Rosa. I managed to flip him the finger without Rosa noticing. All in all, I was grateful to get out and was delighted Jayden included me.
That Monday I met my first two clients. Yup, those Wall Street types were a handful. But I knew that my job was part trainer, part therapist, part entertainer. And I knew how to wear all the hats all at the same time. Before I knew it, my client list grew, and I was busy full time. Which made the after-work exercises with Jayden even more meaningful. They were usually an awesome way to wind down the day.
We had developed a routine of working out together after hours 3 times a week. Sometimes we would do the steam room, sometimes we would skip it and just shower off and go home. All those times in the locker room and the showers, I eventually saw his dick too. Not that I was looking to see it, but I saw it. It was a thick member, with an orange pubic area that was even in a lighter shade than his hair on top. From that point on, it was not uncommon for us to be naked at some point or another when getting dressed or undressed, when showering or toweling off. Just like 2 straight bros, nobody stole a glance down there. Nobody was cruising the other one. Even when we did the steam room together, the towels did not need to be so tight around the waist all the time. It was the beauty of having the locker room all to ourselves and not to have to worry about another soul in the world.
I was glad to see that just like me, he preferred to wear small bikini type underwear. Most trainers are always so conscious of their bodies, and wear speedo underwear. It shows off your body even if no one is looking. And it also doesn’t bunch up on you or rolls up when you’re doing all kinds of work out routines. It is basically a jock strap with a back, with is the best athletic wear.
Many nights when Isabelle was away, either I would go over to his place or he would come to my place (his old place) to have dinner or watch ESPN. I was seeing him most days of the week. Sometimes I was hanging out with him more than he was hanging out with his girlfriend.
At some point, he moved his locker to be in the same row as mine in the locker room, in the very last row. He said we were neighbors at home, might as well be neighbors here. Plus, he jokingly said he felt lonely getting dressed all by himself in the other row of lockers.
One time, after our work out, as I was getting undressed in the locker room, I felt a towel snap on my ass. I was still in my underwear at that point. I turned around and found Jayden ready to burst into laughter. It was high school hijinks in its most juvenile form. But Jayden was so proud of himself for slapping me when I least expected it.
The slapping on the ass happened a few more times. Every time, I would turn around with a look of “really”, but Jayden was just having too much fun being all juvenile. A couple of times, the towel slapping came after I had already taken off my underwear. It hit me right on the flesh. I let Jayden enjoy his immature tricks. That’s what made him such a special human being: being jovial and fun at all times.
We also had developed a routine of stretching each other out on the massage table when possible before working out. Usually it was all professional, right on point. But every time I would get on top of him to stretch his legs, me being on top and him being pinned down below me, that same déjà vu would hit both of us. Yes, it is a bit of a sexual position, if you look at it that way. But I have done it to countless clients and never had that awkward feeling. It was just with Jayden I had this thing. As soon as I would be on top of him and look him in the eyes, it would hit me like clockwork.
One time, on our back work out day, Jayden asked me to massage his back before we start. He needed this knot in his back relaxed before we started. Before I knew it, he tossed his shirt on the floor and climbed on the massage table. I’ve massaged and stretched him and thousands of other clients in the past, but never shirtless. That was more of a masseur thing, not a trainer. Still, I tried my best to stay professional. I finally put my hands on that body of his I had learned to admire. I was able to touch his magnificent skin, with that mesmerizing skin tone. I worked my hands from his neck down to his shoulder blades and then to his spine. I found the knot. I kneaded it until it was fully relaxed. Throughout this part I could hear his grunts of agony as I worked on that knot for him.
When I was done, he didn’t bother putting his shirt back on to go work out. He went shirtless the rest of the session. Which gave me a great view of every single muscle fiber in his zero percent body fat being tightened and relaxed with each rep. Normally working out shirtless is forbidden in the gym. But we had the whole place to ourselves, and nobody was going to discover.
A couple of weeks later, on a legs day, for no reason he took off his shirt again and worked out shirtless. Again, I loved seeing his body all exposed, with his muscles in full display. The next night we worked out, same shirtless story. By the next time, I followed suit and took off my shirt as well. We had seen each other naked in the locker room a whole bunch of times, but working out shirtless, especially because it broke the gym rules, became our own favorite new thing to do.
Our stretches also became shirtless. Invariably he would massage my back, or I would massage his legs before we would work out whichever body part that day. I had become accustomed to touching him. I even looked forward to it. I could not explain it back then why.
That had become our routine for the first 6 months of me being in New York. The subway rides back and forth to work, the shirtless work outs, the coming over to have dinner or watch a game. I made sure to have an excuse to allow him to spend as much time with Isabelle as he should. I didn’t want to monopolize his time, nor to be the third wheel in that relationship.
He opened up to me about the possibility of proposing to her. He knew it was still too early, but he really felt she was the one. And he thought a ring might be a good reason for them to finally move in together. All those lonely nights at home were a torture for him.
He planned on proposing the next Friday night. He had a whole fancy dinner planned at some hoity toity restaurant in midtown, followed by a walk to the Hudson River where he had hired one of these elaborate “will you marry me” sign and photo ops. Cheesy if you asked me, but then again I was not the best example of a timely proposal that yielded good results. He had repurposed his grandmother’s wedding ring to propose with.
That Thursday night before the big day, I went over to his place so he could practice and review all the steps. He was giddy and nervous all at the same time. He was going to take off early on Friday to get things set things up. I had all the best wishes for him and hoped he was going to find eternal happiness with her.
At some point he turned to me with a slightly different nervous yet jovial tone.
“Cameron, I know we only met each other like 6 months ago,” he started. “But, like, we have grown so close so fast. I have like hundreds of friends going all the way back to kindergarten who I still keep in touch with. But of all my friends, I feel the closest to you. I also know that technically I haven’t even proposed yet, and technically she hasn’t even said yes yet. So, I’m probably putting the cart in front of the horse, as they say. Well, what I’m trying to say is that, Cameron, will you be my best man?”
This, I did not see coming. I knew he was a single child, so no brother to ask for this task. And yes, we had grown very close very fast. Come to think of it, if it were me getting engaged tomorrow, I probably would have asked Jayden to be my best man. All that thought process went through my mind in like a fraction of a second.
“It would be my honor,” I said very firmly. He jumped on me and gave me huge bro hug.
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” he said, still holding on to that bro hug. “And maybe we can finally get you to date again. It would make me very happy to see you have a special someone as well. They say weddings are the best place to meet someone. But let’s not wait until my wedding for us to find you a new girlfriend.”
“All in due time,” I replied.
“Dude, I’m tired of not being able to shake your right hand because I know you’ve been touching your junk with it. Time for someone else to take care of your junk for you.”
I pushed him away and we both laughed.
On Friday he left work around 4’ish. Isabelle was flying back in that afternoon. He was going to pick her up and take her to that fancy dinner. I wished him all the best before he left. I couldn’t wait to plan the best bachelor party for him.
I did a solo work out later that night, first time I had done that in a while. I guess it was supposed to be a harbinger of things to come. Perhaps I did need a new girlfriend myself rather than relying on Jayden for companionship.
Chapter 2: Love
Around 10:30 PM I got a call from Jayden. I was going to wish him the biggest congrats possible. He was calling me to share the awesome news. Perhaps even Isabelle would be on the phone.
“Hey, can I come over? Sorry, I just can’t be alone right now,” he said, his voice trembling.
“Yeah, of course, I’m home,” I replied.
What happened? That’s not what I expected to hear from him. Did something happen? Did she say no? Or did he chicken out last minute?
Ten minutes later he rang the doorbell. I opened the door. His face was sunken. He had tears in his eyes but he was not crying. His entire body language looked defeated. Shit! She said no!
Without a prompt, he jumped and hugged me for support. Right there in the doorway he laid his head on my shoulder and finally started crying. Not a loud sob, but a very quiet inside cry. I hugged him back and squeezed my arms around his torso.
“You’re going to be OK. We will get through this together.”
I brought him in from the doorway. I put one arm around his back to the opposite shoulder. I escorted him to the couch and sat him down. His crying had slowed down, but he still looked numb to the world. He was just looking at a blank spot on the floor. I knew I needed to console him. I needed to know what happened. But I didn’t want to get him more upset just to satisfy my curiosity.
I got him a glass of water and sat next to him. Again, I put my hand around his back to the opposite shoulder. I just sat there with him like that till he would calm down.
And he did calm down a bit. He took a large gulp of the water. Still looking at that one spot on the floor, he told me what happened. They had a lovely dinner. Then he took her to the proposal spot with all the props. That’s when she got upset. Or even mad. Even before he could ask her the full question, she told him she was not going to marry him. In so many words, she did not think of Jayden as marriage material. She could never marry a gym trainer. She had her eyes on some pilot or a Wall Street guy or some tech guy. She was with Jayden all this time because the sex was good and they generally had a good time together. But she didn’t even think of him as an exclusive boyfriend. Apparently, she was sleeping around on all those flights out of town.
Jayden was crushed. His entire universe had collapsed on him within a few minutes. Just like mine had when I found out Susan was cheating on me. What is up with these women?!?
He laid all the way back on the couch and rested his head on the back cushion. He covered his face with both hands and just sat like that for a few minutes, breathing heavily. He had an air of doom about him.
After a few minutes, he came up for air. He looked me in the eyes and said: “Thanks for being here for me. I just couldn’t be alone at home.”
“Listen, of all your friends, I know exactly what you are going through. I had my own ordeal 6 months ago and you were there right away to support me. It is mostly because of you that I landed on my feet after Susan left me. And I’m here for you now.”
“Thanks man.”
With that, he leaned sideways on the couch and planted his head on my lap. Much the same way a little kid rests his head on his mother’s lap. He was defeated. Resting your head on your buddy’s lap for support was a bit unorthodox, but I didn’t care about social norms at this point. If that was what he needed at that point, I was going to give him that courtesy.
I rested my hand on the one shoulder of his that was up. I made small circles with my fingers to calm him down. “We’ll get through this together,” I reassured him. He nodded yes, quietly. I could sense he was crying again, but that inner cry of defeat rather than howling. I just let him lay there as long as he needed. I kept making circular caresses with my fingers on his shoulder.
He was quiet. I didn’t know what I should do at this point. I just let him calm down like that. A million thoughts were going through my head. I can only imagine what was going on in his head. An hour passed like that, him with his head on my lap, and me ever so softly caressing his one shoulder over his shirt. It was almost midnight.
“You OK there buddy?” I whispered ever so softly.
He raised his head. From the looks of his eyes, it looked like he had fallen asleep on my lap. He looked at his watch.
“Sorry, I was so relaxed. Listen, do you mind if I crash here tonight on your couch? I can’t go back to my apartment right now. I don’t want to be alone. Specially, not in that apartment.”
I didn’t see that coming. “Yeah, of course. Whatever you need.”
I never had anyone stay over in my apartment. I didn’t know if I were set up for hosting. But duty called. I gave him one of my pillows from the bed. It was one of those hot days of June and I had no air conditioning. No blanket was needed. He stripped to his underwear, put the pillow on the one end of my couch, and laid down to go to sleep.
I went to my own bed and also stripped to my underwear. I laid down. I was still upset at everything that had happened. I always thought of Jayden as this jovial happy-go-lucky kinda guy. It broke my heart to see him so sad and defeated. Eventually my tired body also fell asleep.
I woke up around 8. All kinds of thoughts were still going through my head. Jayden was really the one person who helped me the most to get over Susan. And I will be there for him to see him through this major setback.
I looked over from my bed and he was still sleeping on my couch. Best to let him get as much rest as he could. I sat up and leaned on the headrest of the bed. I grabbed my phone and started doom scrolling on social media. Just to pass time.
About a half hour later I sensed commotion from the couch. Eventually he raised his head and looked around. He saw me in my bed. I gave him a sympathetic smile. Without saying a word, he got up from the couch and came in the direction of my bed. Without being invited, he crawled into my bed. He laid there next to me and just like last night he laid his head onto my lap looking in the direction of my feet. Except this time, we were both in our underwear.
I guess he needed more warmth and support. Once again, I put my hand on his top shoulder and started caressing it with circular motions of my fingers. I had massaged his shirtless torso in the past, with this was not the same thing. This was transferring warmth and support, not stretching muscles.
I let him just lay there on my lap, his face on my pantless thighs. Again, this was not the time to nitpick about social norms of what is appropriate for straight guys. I just let him do whatever he needed to get comfort. And his head on my naked thighs was what he needed.
An hour of this, without either one of us saying a word, and he eventually came up. He sat up on the bed right next to me, leaning on the headboard.
“Thanks for letting me crash over,” he said.
“Of course. That’s the least I could do,” I replied. I did intend to do whatever it took to help him get over this. “Coffee?” I asked. He nodded yes.
I got us both a cup of coffee and crawled back into the bed with him. Yes, it was a bit odd two straight guys in their underwear sitting on the same bed having morning coffee. I didn’t care.
We sipped on our coffees slowly. Eventually he felt like talking. He gave me more details of what happened. All the missed clues and signals that her heart was not into it all along. We compared notes about Isabelle and Susan.
Just shy of noon, I suggested we go for a walk. I quickly showered and changed; he was still in his outfit from yesterday. We walked around the neighborhood for a while, then chose one of our favorite places for brunch. His mood was picking up as the day was going along. After brunch, we started walking back home. At the point where we usually split for him to go to his home, he didn’t. He kept walking with me. I didn’t ask him to. He didn’t ask me to. He just kept walking with me in the direction of my apartment. I guess he was coming back home with me.
We spent the afternoon lounging around, watching random EPSN or other TV shows, and sipping some beer. I didn’t know how much longer he planned to stay over. I didn’t have anything urgent to take care of anyways.
Around 5 PM he was still there. From the night before.
“Dude, are you gonna shower today or what?” I said. That was my hint that perhaps it was time for him to go home.
“Oh, do I smell? I’m sorry. Umm, do you mind if I use your shower?”
“Uh, yeah, umm, lemme see if I can find you a towel.” Again, I was not planning on entertaining.
He followed me to the bathroom. I handed him a spare towel. He stripped naked and got into the shower. I left and closed the door behind me. A few minutes later he was done and came out of the bathroom with my towel wrapped around his waist.
“Do you think I can borrow some clean underwear and socks?” he asked. “I can manage with my own clothes for now.”
“Sure, let me see.” This was a level of comfort I was not used to, straight men borrowing underwear. But I guess this was an emergency. I walked over to my drawers and handed him what he needed. He got dressed right there in front of me. Which is no biggie, just locker room protocol.
Still, I had no idea how much longer he planned to stay over. I didn’t want to tell him to go home, but I had laundry to do that day. “Here, help me do laundry.”
I grabbed the laundry basket and he grabbed the detergent. We went down to the basement to put a load in the washer. We came back home, hung out a bit more, then went back to put the load in the dryer, then came back up again, then went to get the dried laundry. When we got back, I started folding my laundry. Without being asked, he started picking up pieces of the laundry and helped me fold them, including my underwear, the same underwear of mine he was wearing.
Well, by then it was dinner time. Jayden made no hint of wanting to go home. I didn’t want to make him feel unwelcome. I suggested we go out for dinner. We picked another one of our favorite neighborhood spots. After dinner, the same thing happened. He accompanied me all the way back to my apartment without being invited. Before I knew it, he was back on my couch selecting a Netflix movie for us to watch. We watched the movie over a couple of beers. This was not the time to worry about empty calories.
Midnight, and Jayden was still there. “I know I have monopolized your time all day today. I really appreciate you being there for me. Do you think I can crash here again tonight?”
“Of course. No sweat,” I replied. I guess he was staying that night too.
I had placed his pillow from the night before back on my bed. Without any ceremony, he went over and grabbed it, took it to the couch, stripped to his underwear (my underwear) and laid down to go to bed. “Good night, and thanks a million for being a buddy.”
“Sweet dreams.”
The next morning, I woke up before him again. I did my social media doom scrolling until he woke up. Eventually his head rose from the couch with a slightly confused look. Without missing a flinch, he went to the kitchen, made us both a couple of cups of coffee and came into the bed with me. Two straight guys in their underwear, my underwear, in the same bed. Two days in a row.
The conversation was much lighter that morning. More about work and other non-Isabelle stuff. Jayden made no signs of wanting to go home. Eventually we did another walk and brunch, and he followed me home like a puppy. No invite was given.
That afternoon we goofed around a bit, did a midday nap, me in my bed and him on the couch, then got up with another cup of coffee in my bed. We just sat there and chatted like that for hours.
Around 5’ish he looked at his watch. “Wow, I’ve been here all this time. Y’know, I got laundry to do as well.”
I thought that was his opening to go home.
“But, ummm, I still can’t be there alone all by myself. Would it be too much to ask if you can come crash over my place tonight?”
Okayyyy then. I guess Jayden was going home, but I was going there with him. I obliged. I couldn’t let him down. And it’s not like I had something more important to do. I packed an overnight bag and headed out with him.
We got to his apartment. That was an eerie silence there. I was glad I came home with him to ease things up a bit. First thing he did was to run take a shower. He left his bathroom door open. No sweat, just locker room mode.
We then loaded his laundry. In between the washer and dryer runs, he started cooking us dinner. It was great seeing him do something he loved. It was a great distraction for him to be occupied with something mundane like cooking. I couldn’t cook if my life depended on it, but I could follow directions. He had me stirring the saucepan as he diced more veggies. Just then he came to look over my shoulder to see how it was going. I felt his breath on my neck as he was trying to peek in. Just like last time, I got a déjà vu feeling that I could not describe. Different than the one when I stretch his legs. I couldn’t describe it besides that was something familiar yet strange about it.
This time I helped him fold his laundry. Dinner was extra special, just the two of us. We watched another Netflix movie. He served us red wine. When he went to his bathroom to take a leak, he left the door open. No biggie, just like using the urinal in any public restroom. I could hear the strong stream of his piss hit the bowl below him.
When I went to take a leak before bedtime, I left the door open too. I stripped to my underwear, stole a pillow from his bed and hit the couch. His couch was not comfortable at all. First, it was too short for my height. So either I had to put my head on the stiff armrest on the one end, or my feet had to rest on the stiff armrest on the other side. Then, the whole seat cushion was tilted in, so I kept falling inwards. But I toughed it out for Jayden’s sake
The next morning, he greeted me with fresh coffee on the couch. He scootched in with me on the couch as I was still laying flat. He had his signature smile on his face again. The jovial Jayden was back, albeit with major recent events.
He went to take a shower first. Once again, he did not close the door. First, I heard him take a major leak into the bowl, the sound was unmistaken. That was quite a powerful stream. Then I could hear the shower, maybe even a humming of a melody in there. He came out butt naked still toweling off his gorgeous hair. “Your turn,” with his head still under the towel.
I went in next. I didn’t close the door either. I had forgotten to bring in my overnight bag into the bathroom with me. I just walked out naked as well to go grab my clothes for the day. He was dressed already and waiting for me sitting on the edge of his bed. That smile was evident again. I loved that about him.
We took the subway together to work. That night was pecs night. We worked out shirtless since we had the whole gym to ourselves. I loved seeing his chest tighten with every single rep. We did a steam room, him in his usual seat across the door and me in my usual seat to the left. On the way home, I wondered if he needed me for company again or not. He didn’t mention anything. I wasn’t going to bring it up. When we got to the point where we usually split, he opened up.
“Dude, I have taken up all your time this past weekend. I don’t know how to thank you or pay you back.”
“Don’t mention it, you’re the one who helped me when I moved to New York. This was actually my payback for my debt to you, man.” We bumped fists, gave a bro hug, and went separate ways. It actually felt good that Jayden felt well enough to go home by himself.
The next few days were pretty routine. Work, after work exercises, shower off and go home. Friday lunchtime he came up to me.
“I had such a great time with you all last weekend. But I’ve been trying to give you some private time so you can jerk yourself off privately, dude.” He winked, all happy for making fun of the situation. “But if it OK with you, do you think I can crash over your place again? But only if I am not imposing.”
“No imposition at all. I would love the company.” Truth is, I DID love his company. He was so easy to get along with. Such a joy to be with. And hopefully now that he was getting over his funk with Isabelle, his jovial mood was coming back.
“OK, this time I’ll go home first and grab some stuff first. I don’t need to borrow your stinky underwear with holes in them again.” He was proud of his joke.
About an hour after I got home he showed up. He had his duffle bag in one hand and a large grocery bag in the other hand.
“I’m making us dinner in my old apartment,” he proudly proclaimed.
I helped him unpack the groceries. He gave me assignments for dicing and slicing. He did the cooking. Dinner was delicious.
After dinner I went to take a leak. As per our new level of comfort with each other, I did not close the bathroom door. When I went to wash my hands, I saw a brand-new toothbrush in the cup, right next to mine. In the garbage bin there was the packaging it came with. I had not had a second toothbrush in this apartment ever.
We watched hoops on TV. At bedtime he grabbed his pillow from my bed again, stripped to his underwear, and made himself comfortable on my couch. The next morning he greeted me with fresh coffee in bed.
After I was done with my morning shower, with the door open now that we were that comfortable with each other, I stepped out naked to get my clothes for the day. I didn’t own that much clothing, there was always this one empty shelf I had nothing to put on. I saw that Jayden had commandeered the shelf and had laid out all his weekend clothes from his bag there. I was not used to seeing someone else’s clothes in my closet in this apartment. What was surprising was that even later during the week when he went to his own apartment, he left his toothbrush and extra clothes at my place. It was a mini moving in of sorts
That day we did a 10K run around Brooklyn, made dinner together, and went out to the movies. We did pass one of our favorite local bars on the way home, but neither one of us felt like going in. We came back to my apartment and went to sleep after a couple of beers. That Sunday afternoon, as the weekend was coming to an end, I kinda dreaded if Jayden would want to go back home. I was getting used to having him around all the time.
Just then he asked: “I should probably go home and get some laundry done again. But would you like to come crash my place again?”
“Yes!” I said, perhaps too quickly and too enthusiastically. My one and only drawback would be that awful couch of his I would have to spend the night in.
Next Friday, he asked if I was free and wanted to repeat the whole crashing over routine again. By then Jayden had become my new puppy that I wanted to spend all my free time with.
That following Monday morning, spending Sunday night on his awful couch again, I woke up with the worst case of stiff neck. The whole day I had a sore neck, and all the Advil in the world did not help. When it came time for our stretches before our work out, I asked him to work on my neck before we start.
“Dude, what did you do this neck?” he asked. “It is so stiff.”
“It’s your damn couch. It’s not comfortable to sleep on. But I’ve been toughing it out for the past 3 weekends.”
“For real? Oh, I’m sorry, I had no idea. I never slept on that couch myself. Here, let me work on that for you.” He did ease a lot of the tension with his expert massage.
“And when you come crash over next weekend, you’re sleeping in the bed next to me.”
“I’m not sleeping in the bed next to you!”
“It aint’t gay unless you enjoy it. Seriously, I can’t have you have this stiff neck every time you come crash over. It’s been decided.”
I wasn’t going to sleep in the bed with him. That’s just not right. I could manage the lousy couch. I was sorry I mentioned anything.
Friday and Saturday night Jayden slept on my couch as per usual. Sunday afternoon we went over to his apartment. When it was time for bed, I just went to the couch to get undressed and go sleep. Just when I was trying to get comfortable on that miserable couch, Jayden came out from the bathroom and found me on the couch.
“Dude, I told you you’re not gonna sleep on that couch. You’re gonna pull that neck muscle again.”
“I’m not sleeping in your bed with you there!”
“Stop being stubborn. I don’t want you to suffer there. I tried the couch and it is really uncomfortable to sleep on.”
“Not gonna happen.”
With that he decided that words were not going to solve his problem.
He came over and stood over me as I laid on the couch looking up.
With one tight fist he slapped his chest. “Me Tarzan!” he exclaimed with a funny accent. “I take you to my bed and make you my bitch.”
By then I was laughing so hard I almost pissed in my underwear. Without missing a beat, he inserted one arm under my back and another one under my knees. He lifted me in the air like one of those old-time newlywed scenes when the groom is supposed to lift his bride and carry her into the house. I wanted to resist, but I was laughing so hard I had no energy left in me. He carried me to the free side of his bed and dropped me down.
“Now you my bitch!” he continued with the same funny accent. I had half a mind to get up and leave the bed, but he stood over me very determined. I didn’t want to ruin this hilarious moment of bonding, so I obliged.
He went around and got into his side of the bed. He turned to me with his usual smile and said: “Now, no funny business. And it’s only gay if you push back.” He made himself laugh so loud at his own joke. He then closed his eyes to go to sleep, facing me.
I couldn’t believe where I was. Not in million years did I think I would be in the same bed with another straight man and actually like the closeness. That was not in my vocabulary growing up. I faced him, closed my eyes, and fell asleep too. The next morning, he woke me up by gently rubbing my shoulder and giving me my morning coffee in bed.
The following Friday, I just assumed we would do the same thing of Friday-Saturday nights at my place, then Sunday night at his place. I wasn’t sure if this had become a known routine or if we had to verbalize it each time. I didn’t mention anything, and he didn’t say anything about it either. When we took the subway home, he went in the direction of his own apartment. He just said a casual goodbye.
I went home, feeling empty and down. Was I supposed to invite him over, like officially? Did I screw it up? When I got home, I just sat there in the dark thinking I would have to spend the weekend all by myself, without Jayden.
I was so ecstatic when about half an hour later he showed up with two huge bags of groceries for us to cook with the whole weekend together. I almost jumped on him to hug him, but I knew better not to show that kind of eagerness. It was enough that he was there. For me. Without being asked. I didn’t need to make a scene out of it.
At bedtime, I got into my bed first. He came around the free side of the bed and got into my bed with me. I was a bit startled.
“What?!?” he said to me with determination. “If you’re going to sleep in my bed with me at my place, then I’m gonna sleep in your bed with you when I’m here. And I expect to be treated like a princess. Don’t forget my morning coffee in bed.” He dropped his head on the pillow and went to sleep facing me.
Just hours ago, I was all upset and depressed thinking he wasn’t coming over. And here he was, in my bed with me. There was nowhere else he wanted to be except here with me.
The next afternoon we were both reading issues of Men’s Health when I heard a loud fart, followed by a foul stench.
“Did you… just fart?” I asked ironically fully knowing the answer.
“Wait, I wasn’t done yet.” He let out a second fart louder than the first one. The stench grew even worse.
“You fucking bastard coming here and farting in my apartment!” I leaped on top of him to wrestle him on the couch. He started laughing so loud he had no energy to resist me. I pinned him down on the couch, my hands handcuffing his wrists, now both of us laughing and howling. Just then I caught a glimpse directly into his eyes. All of sudden our laughter quieted down. I had that déjà vu again that I get when I am on top of him. I think he also felt something, as the mood got to be serious for a second.
I let go of him and sat on the couch next to him.
“What am I supposed to do? I am here all the time. You want me to go home and fart and then come back every time I have gas.”
“No, I don’t.” And with that I let go of my own fart that I had been holding back for a little while. “Now we’re even.” With the elbow facing me he gave me a push into the side of my chest. I pushed back at him with my elbow. This back-and-forth juvenile behavior went on for a few rounds until we got tired of it.
Chapter 3: Lust
The next weekend we had our camping trip. We had talked about it for a while. Jayden knew of this great 2-day trail in the Hudson Valley. Isabelle would never do it with him, as she didn’t want to chip a nail. But I was the right athletic sporty type to go along, even though I didn’t have much experience hiking.
Jayden had two sleeping bags and a camping tent. We packed water and food and some basic needs for two days and took the train upstate. It was a most beautiful and picturesque landscape. The trial was well signed and not too hard. Around sunset we set up camp at the midway point. The camping tent was so small we were essentially snuggling next to each other. I felt his body heat tight next to me. I felt every breath of his brush against my face. I didn’t mind the intimacy at all
In the morning, he told me there is a hidden waterfall around the corner that we can shower under. It was a true hidden gem, with a stream of lukewarm refreshing water coming down a 20-foot drop. It was the perfect spot to freshen up.
We stripped naked, locker room protocol, and went under the waterfall. It felt a bit liberating being naked in nature like that. The stream of water was wide enough for just 2 people to barely fit underneath it. We both managed to get under the water, but in close proximity.
We had brought only one small bar of soap between the two of us to save space. Since I had it in my hands, I lathered up first. Jayden waited for his turn, playfully going in and out of the stream of the waterfall. He rubbed the water all over him, all over his gorgeous hair, and then down his chest and back. He was really enjoying himself. All the while, the early morning sun was illuminating every single drop of water hitting his fit body, and he looked like had an angelic glow.
All this time we were friends, we had taken tons of showers next to each other in adjoining shower stalls. But the shower curtains were always drawn closed and I couldn’t see him shower. Not that I was looking. Even back in my apartment, I have clear glass shower doors that allow you to see everything inside. But even though we showered with the bathroom door open, I never had a reason to go into the shower and perchance see him. This was the very first time I saw him under water, and he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
And that’s when it hit me. I was developing some feelings for Jayden. I didn’t know what those feelings were at that point. I had no frame of reference what those feeling could be. I now know that it was love I was feeling. But there was no way two straight guys would fall in love. That was impossible.
Eventually I was done with the soap and I handed it to Jayden. He started with his left leg and lathered all the way to his thigh. Same thing on his right leg to the thigh. He lathered his left hand to his armpit, then on the right. He lathered his chest, and his abdomen was next. He was not shy washing his dick clean right there in front of me. He then used that tiny soap bar to lather his back. He took turns doing his left shoulder and then the right. But the soap bar was too small to reach the middle of his back, and his arms did not reach that area.
I was mesmerized, taking in every single movement of his gorgeous body throughout this shower scene that is so routine for all of us. I was enjoying every moment of it. When I saw he was struggling with his mid back, I instinctively took the bar of soap from him. At first, he didn’t know why I did that. I turned his back to me, and he understood. I used the soap to lather his back for him, shoulder to shoulder, neck to lumbar area. I took my time making sure every single inch of his skin was touched, was covered, was taken care of.
When I was done, I handed him the bar of soap back. He didn’t need to say thanks. That perma-smile of his kind face is all the feedback I needed. The rest of the hike and the ride home were an absolute delight. It was nice to be home and share a proper bed with Jayden, to be greeted with fresh coffee in bed the next morning.
The next time we did a workout in the gym and were heading to the showers, I got a text message from a client just as I was wrapping my towel around me. He needed to reschedule our session. I responded and confirmed. Jayden got a 30 second head start going the shower area.
By the time I got to that area, I was greeted with a new view. Jayden was showering in his usual shower stall. But the shower curtain was wide open. He was showering out in the open. I proceeded to my own shower stall next to him. Hesitantly, shyly, taking my cues from him, I also left the shower curtain open. With the floor-to-ceiling mirrors on the opposite wall, we were both on full display. I could see every movement of his as he lathered up every single body part, including his cock. I tried not to stare, but I was once again mesmerized by the sight of him showering. He caught me looking, and he in turn seemed to be checking me out. He didn’t seem to mind. It was him who had left the shower curtain open. When you have the whole gym to yourself, you can take such liberties. I don’t think we ever closed those cheap plastic shower curtains ever again when showering together.
Some of that carried over to our home activities as well. The next weekend when he was showering in my bathroom with the see-through glass doors, I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth just to sneak a peek. I had already brushed my teeth that morning. The next day, when I was showering, Jayden walked in to take a leak right there in front of me. I had seen in cock many times before, but never in any kind of action. I couldn’t believe that I was enjoying seeing another man urinate. As he was peeing, he looked up at me with his perma-smile. He just looked so happy to be there and was enjoying this moment of intimacy as much as I was.
The next Monday I used my lunch break to go to the vintage store down the street from the gym. I had a plan. That Friday night I put a little package, a little surprise present, on his side of the bed. It was so small you wouldn’t necessarily notice if from a distance. In fact, the whole night he did not see it. It was only when he was about to get into the bed that he saw it.
It was a small Cartier box. The kind of little box where one usually puts a wedding ring. He picked it up, all confused and somewhat taken back.
“Cameron Smith,” he said with a stern tone. “I might be spending a lot of time here and even sleep in your bed with you. But this better not be what I think it might be.”
“Just open it.”
“I’m warning you! Here goes.” He opened the ring box. In it was a set of keys. Keys to my apartment.
“It’s your old keys to your old apartment. I want you to have them. You can come and go here as you please. Plus, I’m tired of getting up to buzz you in.” I tried to introduce some humor into this otherwise tender moment.
He touched the keys over and over. I could see he was overwhelmed. His eyes got flushed. He kept looking at the keys, speechless. He put them next to his chest, next to his heart. He extended his fist, we fist-bumped quietly. I loved it how he was touched. Two days later he gave me keys to his apartment, albeit in a much less dramatic way. He just handed me the spare keys.
Over the next few weeks, we had managed to not only have a full set of personal toiletries and personal care items in each other’s apartments, but we each had also left full sets of outfits at each other’s. We even tossed out our dirty laundry in whichever apartment we happened to be at, mixing it all together only to be sorted out after they were cleaned.
Jayden’s locker at the gym was a few feet behind mine in the last row of lockers. From time to time, he would slap my ass with his now bare hands as he would pass me. No more use of towels. But usually, I either had my underwear on or was already wrapped in the gym towel. And that felt safe. It was locker room hijinks. This one time he slapped my ass when I was naked and before I had the chance to cover up with the towel. I totally felt the energy of his bare hands touching my bare ass. It was a line that was crossed, casually, and most enjoyably. From that point on, subconsciously I would make sure to take off my underwear and delay putting my towel on when we were in the locker room, hoping he would slap me on the naked ass again. And that he did, but not on a regular basis.
As we also got more and more comfortable with each other, the towel wrapping in the locker room and steam room was not as tidy as it used to be. They were more loose, more of a suggestion. We did not need to conceal our cocks or balls. The gym was all ours after hours.
The next time that I had to stretch his thighs by putting my entire weight on him on the massage table, not only I got the usual déjà vu, but I also felt a little stir in my own groin. What was that feeling? I felt my cock shifted a bit, needing more space in my shorts. I didn’t know what to make of it, but I knew I had to cut it short before I would get a full boner. I managed to diffuse the situation by ending the stretching early, but I still did not know what was happening to me.
One night we were sleeping at his apartment. For whatever reason, I couldn’t fall asleep. Maybe it was that afternoon nap I took. About 20 minutes after we had gotten into bed, Jayden got up and quietly walked into the bathroom. I assumed he had to piss.
I didn’t hear the ever so familiar sound of piss hitting the toilet sound. Instead, I heard soft moans. I could hear something being rubbed. The moans got a bit louder but were still discreet. More sounds of something being rubbed. The moans were now more noticeable. And then a final grunt, and a release. I then heard toilet paper being ripped, crumbled, and tossed. He quietly walked back to the bed and crawled under the covers.
My heart was pounding. If I could only be a fly on the wall while he was there. But why did I want to see him jerk off? Why is it not appropriate for two straight guys, two best friends, to share that? It took me a long while to fall asleep that night, thinking of him jerking off and his still fresh cum tossed into the garbage can.
By then everyone knew that we were inseparable. We were spending most nights together, his place or mine. We had the same shift in the same gym. We commuted back and forth together. At any social outings with other gym trainers or Jayden’s buddies, we were always there together. I don’t think people knew about all the sleepovers or that we even slept in the same bed. That was between Jayden and me.
That Monday was leg day.
“Dude, before we start, can you massage my glutes,” he asked.
Yeah, I had done that in past for clients. Yes, it is someone’s ass that needed to be kneaded. But I always managed to maintain it professional with my clients.
We were both already shirtless. That was our routine. Without missing a beat, he dropped his gym shorts and crawled on the massage table, butt up. Well, I was not ready for that. He was not wearing his usual bikini underwear. He was wearing jockstraps. And he was ready for me to massage his mostly naked ass.
He just lay there on the table ready for me to spring into action. He must have sensed my hesitation. He had slapped my naked ass a couple of times in the locker room. But that was slap and release, more of a power play. This was going to be a massage. Prolonged hand on ass contact for quite a while.
He turned his head to me to see what the delay was. That my cue to dig in. I couldn’t start with his ass first. I started on his thighs. Those muscular thighs of his, just ripe for touching. I massaged the right side, the one near me, all the way to the strap of the jockstrap. Then the left side. I took a leap of faith and went above the strap. His firm muscly glutes were right under my finger. I kneaded and kneaded, and then made my way across the crack to the right side.
Just then I noted that he in part was not just laying there. His waist, his hip seemed to start a slow gyrating motion with my massage. He was digging this.
And then I felt it. This time it was me. It was what was in my underwear. As I kept kneading his ass cheeks, my own cock was coming to life. I was getting stiff, as he was slowly increasing his hip gyrations.
I didn’t know what got into me. I spread his knees apart, and I hopped onto the massage bed in the empty space in between his knees. This gave me a perfect vantage point to massage both his cheeks at the same time, one hand on each mound. I leaned forward and put more of my body weight onto his ass cheeks. With each hand I squeezed each cheek clockwise, then counterclockwise. Then I squeezed the cheek outwards, then inwards. Each time I squeezed them outward, more of his crack showed. With each motion I squeezed the cheeks further and further, until I could see his butthole.
A sweet aroma of man musk hit my nose. The intoxicating aroma of a rugged man who had spent all day in the gym. Body odor and sweat mixed in and filled the air. My own dick was at full attention, but I didn’t have a free hand to adjust myself. Not only was he gyrating his hips, but his whole body was quivering as I kept massaging. I could hear little grunts from his throat with each of my thrusts.
I don’t know how long I was massaging him like that, giving myself the most awesome tactile stimulation of squeezing his ass cheeks and visual stimulation of having an exclusive view of his butthole. Eventually I had to come up for air. I sat back, still on the table between his knees.
It took him a good minute for all the gyrations to slow down. He turned around on the massage bed, negotiation his legs around where I was seated. The full erection in his jockstraps was on full display under the fabric. I finally adjusted my own erection.
We sat there for a few minutes, still absorbing what just happened. One more line was crossed. One more line that straight gym buddies don’t cross. That was our own secret. Once we calmed down, and our erections went down just a bit so we could get off the massage bed, it was time to actually work out. The next surprise of the night was that Jayden never bothered putting his shorts back on. We did the whole leg day routine while he was in his jockstraps. Every time we had to do a squat or a spread, I got another glimpse of his asshole, another whiff of that musk. I don’t know about him, but I was definitely not concentrating on the work out. There was way too many hormones fucking with my mind to concentrate.
I was actually glad that that night Jayden was supposed to sleep at his own place. As soon as I got home, I stripped naked. I put on a my one and only pair of jockstraps I had not used for a long time. I got into my bed and started masturbating.
With my left hand I squeezed my left nipple. With my right hand I grabbed the pouch of the jockstraps and moved it sideways, taking out my already stiff cock. I stroked with my right hand, pinched with my left hand. The whole time I replayed scenes of me massaging Jayden’s naked ass. Or Jayden doing squats and exposing himself. I tried to conjure up the musk of Jayden’s crack to stimulate myself. I took off my jockstraps and held it across my face to at least absorb some of my own musk. I kept stroking with my right hand, and my left hand had found its way to my taint. With just 5 tight squeezes of my taint, I climaxed. All that Cameron juice, all my cum, flew in the air and hit my chest and chin. I couldn’t remember the last time I had cum so forcefully, for it to go so far up. I was panting with extreme pleasure. I needed that, after what had happened in the gym.
Around 9:30 PM, I heard the sound of keys in my door. After a brief panic, I realized it was Jayden. He opened my door and let himself in.
“Sorry buddy, I got bored and lonely at home and figured I come here and hang, even though we had not planned on it.
“I’m glad you came.” I really was. As much as we tried to give each other some space, I thoroughly enjoyed every single moment we spent together. Without him, I felt as though I was only half of the story. He made the story whole.
My apartment was perpetually hot. No air conditioning in the summer, and too much heat in the winter. He took off all his clothes down to his jockstraps. I was already in my underwear. My one and only jockstraps I had used to wipe off the cum off of my chest earlier in the evening.
A couple of weeks later, once we had moved in almost 100% together, I felt him get up and go to the bathroom 20 minutes after going to bed. He had peed just before going to bed, so I wasn’t sure if he had to pee again or he was going there to jerk off. Sure enough, there was no sound of liquid hitting the toilet. It was the same sound of something being rubbed that I had heard a few weeks ago. He was rubbing one out. Right there in my bathroom.
I quietly got out of the bed and tiptoed in the direction of the bathroom. The door was wide open. The outside city lights gave me enough illumination inside to see things in the shadows. The way the bathroom was set up was that before you actually get into the doorframe, right before you would walk in, you could stand there and see the entire inside of the bathroom reflected on the large vanity mirror that took up the whole wall.
I looked in, and there he was. Standing over the toilet bowl, with his dick in his hand and stroking like a champ. His head was tilted backward, his hips were thrust forward. He was doing his signature hip gyrating motion that I had seen when I massaged his ass cheeks. I guess that’s how he responds to physical pleasure. I don’t know what happened, but just then he brought his head back to a natural position, opened his eyes, looked 45 degrees into the mirror and locked eyes with me as I was still just outside the door.
He must have heard me tiptoeing and must have known I was there. Rather than going into a retreat, being caught or maybe even embarrassed, he kept at it. He kept stroking his dick, intermittently looking directly at himself in the mirror or 45 degrees to lock eyes with me. I was busted too, for being a peeping Tom. But I couldn’t move. I just had to stand there and see what was going to happen.
After a few more back and forth strokes, his hip gyrations intensified, his body convulsed, and he started shooting his load. The first squirt hit the mirror in front of him. The second squirt landed on the open toilet cover. The third through fifth squirts landed in the toilet bowl in front of him.
That was the first time I had seen him cum. I had seen him pee with that giant cock of his every time he would come to take a piss as I was showering, but I had never seen his fully erect cock cum. He had never shared that moment with me. I’m not sure he did want to share that with me. After all he had gone to the bathroom to get some privacy. It was me who violated his privacy be snooping on him. But then again, he didn’t seem to mind the audience.
As he calmed down and started to catch his breath, I finally peeled myself away and headed back to bed. I could hear pieces of toilet paper being ripped, presumably to clean up all the cum stains. Finally, he came out of the bathroom and got back into bed again
“Dude…” he started.
I cut him off. “I am soooooo sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I totally should not have invaded your privacy.”
“That’s…”
“I don’t know what got into me. I crossed a line there.”
“It’s all good. I’m the one who got up to go bust a nut in your bathroom.”
There were a few minutes of silence. Neither one of knew what to say. Finally, he broke the silence.
“Listen, we’re with each other like all the time. Sometimes nature calls. I haven’t got laid since things ended with Isabelle. And I haven’t seen you date anyone since you moved to New York. And now I’m taking all your time at work and at home. I just felt really horned up and needed to release. In a way, it is OK you saw what you saw. You do you, but please also feel free to be yourself and do whatever you need to do. Don’t let my presence here stop you from feeling like you have to hold back on anything.”
Was he giving me the signal that I should also jerk off whenever I wanted to? Was he just being polite? Was he actually asking me to do it? Did he want me to?
I didn’t say anything back. I kept quiet. He didn’t add anything either. In the morning when we got up, the conversation was very casual, borderline colder than usual for us. I hope he was not mad at me. Neither one of us said anything during our subway ride to work. We were both busy with clients all day.
It was back day that evening. We did our work out as we had done hundreds of times before. No steam room, straight to the showers. No slap on my ass either. I couldn’t tell if he was perhaps mad at me, or if it was all in my head.
As usual, the shower curtains were wide open. We could each see the other one through the reflection on the mirror across. He was showering as per his usual, enjoying the refreshing water all over his body. We stole glances in the mirror as we usually did, just to see how far along the other one was and if we had to hurry up or slow down. Just then an idea got into my head.
Instead of going in and out of the water, I stood a bit in front of the shower water, facing the mirror directly. I closed my eyes and tilted my head to the left. With my left hand I grabbed my left nipple, and with the right hand I grabbed my cock. Right there in the open. Right there for him to see.
I massaged my cock until it was fully erect. Only then I opened my eyes to see what he was doing. He was still under the water, pretending to take a longer than average shower. He was checking out the show I was putting on for him by checking me in the mirror. His attention was fully devoted to checking me in the mirror as I kept stroking right there in the open. Such behavior in the middle of the day would get me fired and possibly fined, but we had the whole gym to ourselves, and we could do whatever we wanted.
I could see he was enjoying seeing me in the act. Not in a perverse kind of way, but because he appreciated me opening up and masturbating in front of him. He was now part of that circle of trust. And I was in his circle of trust.
My left hand made its way to my taint. Three squeezes later and my load started shooting out of my pulsating dick all over the floor in front of the shower stalls. This whole time his gaze was glued to my reflection in the mirror in front of us. His dick was semi hard, not fully. He never touched himself. He let me do a solo show. Just for him. Just so that we were even. I caught him jerk off last night, and in return I gave him a deliberate show.
After the last few droplets left my dick and hit the floor, he stepped out of his shower stall. He turned around and saw the real me, not just the reflection. He took my towel off the hook and handed it to me. That signature perma-smile of his was even more grinning. He gave me a very grateful look.
We got dressed and headed home. The mood was a lot more chipper on the way home. I had repaid my debt to him. Again, all this could be all in my head, but I had been very uneasy with myself that whole day until that brilliant idea came to me in the middle of the showers.
We were in the throes of the winter by then. That following weekend they were expecting a huge blizzard starting Friday night. The kind that shuts down the whole town. We had bought enough food for Jayden to make us all his favorite recipes just in case we could not leave the apartment or nothing was open.
That Saturday morning, I woke up a good half hour before him. Rather than get up or make any noise, I decided to just stay in bed. I turned around and Jayden was on his side of the bed, fast asleep facing me. Behind him, you could see that the heavy snow had already started. I couldn’t see the street, but there was already 6 inches of snow on the windowsills. All the reflection of the light from the snow made the apartment feel extra well lit, despite the heavy snow fall. With all that natural light from behind, Jayden looked like a sleeping angel. I couldn’t believe where life had taken me to. I was ecstatic to have my best friend, possibly my soulmate, in bed with me essentially every night. His presence in my life, in my bed, with me at all given times, had made life so sweet for me. I was in heaven.
Eventually I saw some hint of motion from him. He ever so slightly opened the one eye and looked at me, then closed it back. His perma-smile was on full display. A few seconds later he rolled around just to see outside the window. He saw all that snow coming down like patches of cotton.
He turned around, and still with eyes closed, said: “Do you mind if we spend all day in bed?”
Before I had the chance to say anything, he grabbed my arm that was closest to the mattress and extended it his direction. He turned 180 degrees and backed into me like the little spoon. He laid his head on my arm. There was just perhaps an inch of space between his back and my front. Just enough to make it intimate, but not necessarily gay. He wiggled his body a few times, making himself comfortable in his new position. I assumed he was going to close his eyes and go to sleep.
My arm closest to the mattress had become his pillow. I didn’t know what to do with my other arm. There was not enough room in between his back and my body for me to rest my other arm there. I had to put it somewhere. I was not bold enough to reach around and hug him like that. Instead, I gently rested my hand on his hip, right over the narrow area of his bikini underwear as it covers the V of his six-pack, or as some people call it the cum gutters. I figured resting my hand on the fabric was pretty safe.
I was very happy to lay like that with him. A couple of minutes later I felt a subtle movement. I opened my eyes, and he was still in the same place. The movement I sensed was felt on my fingers, the ones resting on his hip. I felt the fabric of his underwear move a bit more. I felt the fabric stretch, all without either one of us moving.
And then, I felt it. He was getting an erection, and it was burrowing its way under the fabric of his underwear, sandwiched between the elastic of the leg opening and the elastic of the waistline. As his bikini underwear wasn’t designed for boners, his dick had only direction to go – sideways. It just happened that my hand was resting there.
His entire engorged dick was now halfway under my hand. Only the fabric of his underwear was separating my fingers from his erect cock. And it was throbbing with every single heartbeat of his. My own dick was also at full attention. Luckily that little bit of space between his ass and my groin made my erection a bit less obvious to feel.
I was like deer in headlights. I didn’t know what to do with my hand. Should I move my hand away? Should I squeeze his dick? Did he not feel his dick had grown and was touching my hand? I was absolutely frozen like that. Neither one of us made any movement. I just stayed frozen as I didn’t want to make the situation any more awkward.
Eventually I fell asleep. By the time we both woke up it was noon. We had both tossed and turned a few times, we were no longer in that cozy position. We got up and looked out the window. There was already 2 feet of snow on the ground. The whole landscape was wintery white. So clean and so crisp.
We made a ceremonial hot chocolate, even though the heat inside the apartment was a thousand degrees. Jayden made us pancakes for lunch, too many carbs for us trainers. But I loved every bite of it. When I was dicing the dinner vegetables, he looked over my shoulder to check on my progress. I felt his breath on the back of my neck and had yet another one of those déjà vu moments. The rest of the weekend we spent indoors, not once leaving the apartments. Just two straight guys hanging out in their underwear, making their meals together, sleeping in the same bed. Total bliss, if you ask me.
There was this one night when we came home and got comfortable. We always hung out in underwear as the heat inside was too much, despite opening the windows to get some fresh air. I was in my usual bikini underwear, but Jayden was in his jockstraps again. The same one as that fateful day he asked me to massage his glutes.
We did our usual routine of cooking and eating dinner, then hanging out on the couch and watching something or another on TV. All the while that his ass was hanging out. I had seen him naked a million times in the locker room and after shower. But never all ass all night. When we sat down on the couch to watch TV, he laid down sideways resting his head on the armrest on the far side from me. This made his body stretch towards me. As the couch was too short for him to fully stretch out, he bent his legs and knees and was almost in fetal position.
Laying like this on the couch watching TV was something that Jayden had done a few times. I couldn’t personally watch TV sideways like this. But this time was different. This time he was in his jockstraps. That same naked ass that was on display all night was in full exposure. Bent like that, his butthole was in the wide open looking at me. That same musk of a rugged man coming from his crack was filling the room again.
No matter how much I tried to refocus on the TV program, my eyes and nose kept going sideways to see and smell his butthole. It was a perfect rosebud with hardly any hair. The skin seemed so smooth, almost like baby skin. I wanted to reach out and touch it. I had to keep my hands firm on my lap so they wouldn’t stray that way. I wanted to feel how soft his rosebud was. I wanted to touch it, get the musk on my finger, and then lick my finger to inhale all that scent. I wanted to wet a finger and put it inside him. I wanted to enter his rosebud with my exploring finger. I wanted to see him gyrate his hips with pleasure as I had seen him do in the past. Meanwhile, my dick filled up with blood and was fully erect as all these thoughts went through my mind. I did not dare adjust myself, as I didn’t want to give away my unexpected arousal at this otherwise innocent situation.
All those thoughts were going through my mind, but I had to hold back. We had taken so many liberties with each other already, but this was not going to happen. Straight guys don’t fantasize about each other’s assholes. We certainly don’t touch them.
All this time I was mesmerized by his hole, looking unabashedly at this sight that was mine to take in instead of the TV program. He must have eventually noticed I had been looking at him instead of the TV for the past half hour.
“What? What did I do? Why are you looking at me?”
“I’m just happy you’re here,” I replied. Which was 100% true. But that was only half the story. I was more than happy. I was ecstatic. I was in cloud 9. There was nobody else in the world I wanted to have there on the couch with me. My unconventional life with Jayden, this bromance, was everything I needed. But the other half, which I did not share with him, is that I was developing both emotional and physical feelings for him. I dare say I loved him. I dare say I lusted him. I wouldn’t dare say that to him, but I was beginning to admit that to myself.
When I told him I was happy he was there, his perma-smile became even more grin-like. He really liked what he heard. He gyrated his hips once, this time more voluntarily than instinctively, and then raised his ankles and laid them directly on my lap.
He was now spread across the entire couch. His head still on the far armrest, and his ankles on my lap just inches away from my stiff boner. Content and perhaps a bit oblivious, he went back to focus on the TV show. I had lost direct view of his butthole now that he was more stretched, but I got his ankles and bare feet on my lap in return.
I brought my one hand to touch his ankle. Of all the stretching and massages I had done with him in the past, that was one area of his body I had not touched in the past. Ankles don’t need massages. But they are as erogenous as it comes. I circled around his ankle with my one finger. Same thing I had imagined doing with his butthole just moments ago. I made the circles wider and smaller, softer and harder. With my other hand I found his other foot and did the same to the inside of his other ankle.
All of a sudden, he quivered and retracted his ankles from my lap. “It’s ticklish,” he said, with a shy grin.
“Do you want me to stop?” I replied. It could have come across as an ultimatum. It wasn’t. It was an asking for consent. And that, he gave.
His perma-smile grew wider. Still resting his head on the opposite couch headrest, he turned 90 degrees so he was flat on his back. He deliberately planted both his feet on my lap. That my clue to ‘I’m yours do what you would like.’
I turned my body 90 degrees so my back rested on the armrest near me, and my body faced him. Each one of his ankles landed on one of my thighs, with my crotch sandwiched in between his feet. I had a perfect view of his long legs ending in the fabric of his jockstraps and his exposed crack down below.
I grabbed each foot with one hand and started massaging. I ran my fingers in between his toes, giving each toe individual attention. I wish I could bend and suck on them, but that would be too much. Instead, I worked my way to the arches of his feet, caressing and gently squeezing his pressure points. I worked down to his ankles. I caressed them, massaging his heels, running my fingers up his leg as far as I could reach.
I looked up and he was thoroughly enjoying this. His boner in the jockstraps was very evident. I had a matching erection in my own underwear as well. He had closed his eyes and tilted his head backward. He had bent his elbows and his hands were behind his head. He was totally melting in my loving hands.
There we were, two mostly naked straight guys, doing foot massages and sporting matching boners. Not what I had imagined my life to turn out to, but I loved every moment of it. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Eventually, I had massaged every single inch of his feet and ankles I could reach from where I was. He finally opened his eyes. He looked like he had come out of the most pleasant sensation on earth. All smiles and all relaxed. By then it was late enough to go to bed. Our boners went down with no extra attention given.
Chapter 4: Discovery
The following Thursday night was just another usual night at home at the Jayden-Cameron household. Cook a healthy dinner, with him sneaking a look from behind me and breathing on my neck and giving me one of those déjà vus, and then watch hoops on TV.
I was sitting in my usual corner of the couch, and he was in his spot on the opposite side. Occasionally he would lay sideway and rest his head on the armrest as he did last week, the night of that fateful foot massage and matching boners.
He wiggled himself and I thought he was about to get comfortable as usual. Well, he went the other way. Instead of resting his head on the armrest, he went the opposite direction and rested his head right on my lap.
He had done this 6 months ago. That was the night that Isabelle had rejected him. He had laid his head on my lap as a broken man. He was crying on the inside as he was looking for comfort from his best friend. This time it was much different. This time the head-on-lap was from a place of love, not defeat. He trusted me and felt the most comfortable with me, and me only. It was OK to put your head on your best friend’s lap if you admire him and he admires you back. If you would rather spend every single moment of every single day together.
I was so happy he did that. I was so lucky he felt so comfortable with me like that. I loved both his personality and his physical presence near me. I loved his touch. I loved his innocent demeanor. I loved his jovial approach. I loved his perma-smile. I loved everything about him.
Both my heart and my cock went into action. His head was resting on my lap, and I had to show him some love. I had always been mesmerized by his gorgeous hair. A lovely shade of brown with orange hints. But that was also one part of his body I had not touched before. I put my one hand on his neck and slowly worked it up to his hairline. With my fingers spread, I invaded his curls, carefully making sure I get all the strands in between every finger. I worked my fingers up his scalp, making sure my entire hand was covered with his hair. I pulled my hand back and repeated this a bit more forward, then a bit more backward. I massaged his skull, as I allowed his beautiful hair massage my fingers back.
My crotch started accumulating blood. With every stroke of my hands in his hair, my dick grew and grew inside my underwear. His head was too far back on my lap to have enough of a safety zone. Before I knew it, my dick was fully hard and digging on the back side of his skull.
I kept massaging him like that. But he wasn’t passive either. No sir. He was slowly getting into it. With the first few strokes of my massaging hand, I started hearing very soft moans coming from his throat. These intensified with every subsequent glide of my hands in his hair. There were occasional soft grunts. Slowly his chest started panting. His heart was pounding in his chest as my hair massage was becoming more deliberate. I started using both hands now to massage his skull.
Next, his hips went into action. Bit by bit his hips started gyrating. I had seen this when he was getting aroused. I looked down, and his erect dick was struggling in his underwear. It was begging to come out. It was begging for attention.
Meanwhile, my own giant erection managed to escape the upper elastic of my underwear and was poking out. Not only my whole shaft was digging into the back of his head, my tip was all caught up in his hair, lending a third hand for the scalp massage. I could see precum leaving the hole in my dick and getting into his curls.
Down below, Jayden’s dick had also bulged out. It was now fully erect and half out. Initially Jayden was touching himself on his chest and his six pack to arouse himself. But his hands kept going further south. I could see that he eventually let go of his guards and was touching his dick. He didn’t whip out the whole thing, but he was touching the exposed area as well as whatever was still under the fabric of his underwear. He wasn’t stroking, just squeezing it as hard as he could. The whole time his chest was squirming, his hips were gyrating, and his head was wiggling in between my hands on my lap.
There was no doubt, we were doing it. We were being sexual with each other. I didn’t know where it was going or what I was supposed to do. But we were doing something that straight buddies don’t do. We had allowed ourselves to engage in sexual pleasure, from each other, at the same time.
I was getting really turned on by the sudden turn of events. This is more sexual than I ever thought I would be with another man. But because it was Jayden, I wanted it. He must have sensed my stiff dick digging into the back of his head, because he was pushing harder and harder with the back of his skull against my dick burying it into my lower belly. I in turn used my hands to squeeze his head further in my direction, pressing it into my dick. My own hips started to thrust, shoving my dick further into his skull. If there was a hole there, my dick would have fallen right in.
His moans and groans were getting louder. He was touching his dick up and down, over the underwear and over the exposed flesh. He had not whipped it out yet. My dick was getting more engorged with blood. The pressure was mounting. I knew I was getting to climax.
But was I going to shoot my load onto the back of his head as I was dry humping him like that? Was I supposed to turn his head around and plant his mouth on my dick? Was I supposed to reach over and grab his dick?
I had started something that I didn’t know how to finish. I wanted to climax with him. But I didn’t know what the next step was. How much was he comfortable with? How much was I comfortable with? Were we really going to do it? Were we really going to have sex in some format? Two straight best friends? Was that what we were gonna do?
Just as I was running all these questions in my head, and perhaps I was 30 seconds from cumming just like that unless I did something differently, Jayden sprinted out of my lap and the couch. I didn’t understand why. He jumped up and ran in the direction of the bathroom, holding his dick in his hand. He didn’t say anything, he just got up and ran in there.
After 5 seconds of trying to apprehend what just happened, I chased him to the bathroom. I stopped at the door frame, observing what he was doing. He had fully whipped his dick out and was standing over the toilet bowl stroking it in mad speed. Just like I had seen him do a few weeks ago in the dark of the night. But this time all the lights were on and I could see it all. And that magnificent boner that he was stroking, that was all because of me this time. It was my actions that gave him that boner and had made him so horny.
He saw me frozen at the door frame. I wasn’t going to go in there with him. He turned 90 degrees so instead of facing the vanity mirror and the toilet, he was facing me directly, stroking his dick in my direction. Not really having enough time to process, I instinctively took out my dick too and started stroking it in his direction. We were perhaps 3 feet away from each other, each stroking his own cock with such lust and fervor.
I was standing there stroking my dick in front of him. I had given him that solo show in the gym shower a few weeks ago, and I knew he enjoyed it. And I had spied on his private moment masturbating the night before that. Each one of those were a solo act, not together. We had never engaged each other like this, so deliberately.
Again, I didn’t know how to end this situation I had started. Should I enter the bathroom and invade his space? Should I go grab his dick? I never touched anyone else’s dick. I had never even wanted to touch someone’s dick. I was straight. Where was all this going?
Not even one minute into this circle jerk we had gotten ourselves into, I saw Jayden’s hip gyrations accelerate. He let out a loud groan and I knew he was going to cum. I had been on the verge myself the whole time. As soon as the first squirt left his dick with such force, my entire inner organs convulsed into climax as well. Our dicks took turns shooting hot cum in each other’s directions. Gobs of hot cum left out cocks, flying in midair and landing on the floor in between us. That was quite possibly the largest load I had ever shot. And because it was the load of two men rather than just my own, I could firmly say I had never seen that much cum in one place. It was a huge puddle of our semen all over the floor. We looked so different in person, but our hot cum that had sprinkled all over the floor, you couldn’t tell which droplet or trail came out of whom. It was a royal mess, with aromas of the hot cum of two men filling that little bathroom.
I knew I was drained. That huge load had taken my entire energy out of me. On the one hand I felt crashing. On the other hand, this was brand new experience jerking off with Jayden. I didn’t know what to do next. I didn’t know how to behave now that we had crossed this bridge.
It took Jayden a few minutes to come back to a steady and calm state. He was trapped inside the bathroom with a puddle of cum in between us. He turned around to grab some toilet paper to clean up the mess. I leaned over and grabbed a large piece was as well. We both kneeled down next to the pool of our cums and started wiping off. All that wet fluid soaked the toilet paper and was getting all over our fingers. Surely some of the cum soaking my hand was his, not mine. We used more and more toilet paper to wipe it all off, all while both of were kneeling and focusing on the task. We tossed the papers into the garbage bin. We had cum so much that the garbage bin was full.
Just like that, without planning on it, we both stood up in unison. Our naked bodies were just inches away from each other. Were we done? Was there going to be more? Was I supposed to lean over and kiss him? Kiss my best friend? Two straight guys kissing each other?
I think we both subconsciously realized that what just happened was a huge first step for both of us. But let’s take baby steps. I yearned for more, but baby steps were best. Fully naked we walked quietly back to the living room. I plunged into the couch first. He plunged down too. But instead of the usual personal space that we had always left in between us, he plunged right next to me. His naked shoulder was touching mine. His naked hip was touching mine. His naked knee was touching mine. Two naked straight guys sitting skin to skin after they had just shot the biggest loads of their lives. All because I wanted to run my fingers through his hair.
Where do we go from here? I didn’t know. Whatever was playing on the TV was still going on in a low volume. Neither one of us was paying attention. I was focused on his naked body touching mine. He was focused on my naked crotch. I was focused on his bulging pecs. He was focused on my muscular thighs. Eventually I stretched my one hand that was in between us in his direction a bit. He reciprocated and reached his hand in my direction as well.
Our hands touched. Without missing a beat, our fingers interlocked, and we held our hands firm. We rested the held hands in the space in between out thighs. I looked at our hands locked together like that. Each hand was drastically a different skin tone, but they were perfect together like an Oreo or a black & white cookie. We both gazed at our interlocked hands as the main focus of our bond. I needed that tender moment, that subtle expression of love, after our jerk off session.
We must have sat there for at least half an hour. Intermittently looking at the interlocked hands and each other’s face. Not a single word. Just smiles, reassurance, and love. I didn’t want anything to interrupt that moment. At some point he tilted his head and rested it on my naked shoulder. I tilted my head and rested it on top of his.
Eventually it was bedtime. We got up and did our nightly piss and toothbrush routine. In that same bathroom that we had filled with cum just an hour ago. The floor was still a bit sticky.
We then went in the direction of the bed. We had absolutely gotten used to sleeping in the same bed. But usually we had our underwear on as some level of protection and decency. But tonight, we had been naked for the last hour, and I was not going to put underwear on to go to sleep. Not after what had happened. He didn’t seem to look for his underwear either.
I crawled into bed, naked. He followed me there naked. My heart was pounding. The idea of being naked in the same bed with another man, even if at that moment he was the object of all my desires, was all foreign to me. But here I was. And so was he.
We laid on our respective pillows facing each other. Without saying a word, my eyes surely gave away how much I had come to love that man. Yes, a man. A straight man. Who was naked now and had been sleeping in my bed for the past few months. I looked at him and he looked at me with his perma-smile. There was such a serenity in having him there naked next to me. Knowing that even more and better things were about to come.
I reached one hand in his direction. He sensed my movement and extended his hand in my direction. Our hands met halfway in between, and we locked fingers again. A huge grin took over my face. Jayden’s perma-smile was accentuated by his glowing eyes. We stared at each other like that for another half an hour, in the quiet and the dark, not saying a word. I don’t think either one of us was ready to take things further at that point. Eventually the turbulent emotions of the night took over and we fell asleep.
The next morning, I was still digesting that moment of sexual experimentation that had happened the night before. I was ecstatic, but I also wanted to make sure we only took the steps we were comfortable taking. This was a new territory for both of us.
The subway ride to work was more quiet than usual for us. Just a whole bunch of smiles and appreciative glances. We both had a day full of clients at work. After work, it was supposed to be our leg day for our working out. After we did our walk around and made sure the gym was tidy, we went to the massage and stretch table. We tossed our shirts to the side. We had done that a hundred times with our new work out habits. Looking him straight in the eyes, I dropped my gym shorts too. I was wearing the one and only jockstraps I owned. He smiled, and dropped his shorts too, all the while looking at me directly in the eyes. He was wearing his jockstraps too. We had not coordinated this, but here we were with the same original idea for leg day.
Jayden got up on the table and let me stretch him first. I got up and lifted his left leg up and above. His butthole was in full view, and that crack musk of his floated in my direction. Right there I felt a jolt in my cock, even before I touched him. I leaned over and put my entire weight on his one leg, stretching him. I was hit by that déjà vu I get every time I was in that position with him. I then stretched the other leg, sneaking a glance of his asshole in full view one more time.
He then stretched me the same way. I was aware that this might be the first time he would see my asshole that clearly. In fact, I saw him steal a glance. By the time we were done with our stretches, we both had full hard-ons concealed within the mesh fabric of our jockstraps. We both knew what was going on. But rather than doing anything about it, we continued to our work out. There was an immense amount of sexual tension in the air, but neither one of was going to talk about it directly. Or take any action except walk around the gym in boners trying to escape our jockstraps.
There was lots of ass sightings all through leg day. My eyes were glued to his mostly naked ass the whole time. His eyes were glued to my boner. We kept going from station to station, not paying attention to the work out much. We just went through the motions, as our yearning bodies circled around each other. There was a lot of passion, but we didn’t know what to do about it. I knew something was about to happen, but I just didn’t know what or how. Yet I knew it was about to happen soon.
After the work out we headed to the locker room. I took off my jockstrap and my boner just popped out. Just as I stood, I felt Jayden’s hand on my ass. I was used to him slapping me at this point, and I had learned to cherish that little bit of pain. This time it was not a slap. It was a squeeze. A firm and deliberate squeeze of my asscheek. He walked up next to me and whispered gently in my ear: “Meet me in the steam room.”
He walked away. He was fully naked. Normally he would have his towel around his waist, albeit much less tight and firm as time had gone by. This time he was carrying his towel in his hands, marching naked in the direction of the steam room. I grabbed my towel and followed him. My boner was too much for me to handle. Even though he had seen my stiff cock already, I felt more safe covering my crotch with a folded towel as I walked into the steam room a few seconds behind him.
When I entered, he was already sitting in his usual spot across the door. He was slightly slouched down on the bench, legs wide open, dick at full mast. His folded towel was by his side, not on him or around him. He was naked, excited, and fully exposed. I sat in my usual spot to the left of the door.
Seeing that his boner was fully exposed but I had walked in with my towel over my cock, I needed to even things out. Slowly I lifted my hand that was covering my boner with the towel. I put my hand and that towel on the bench next to me. We looked at each other from a safe distance, each one fully excited for the moment. Neither one was touching his dick yet. Neither one was sure what was supposed to happen next.
Very theatrically, he picked up his towel and tossed it toward the middle of the steam room on the floor. He had nothing more to cover him. Nothing to hide.
“Where do we go from here?” he eventually asked.
I didn’t have the right words to respond. Instead, I responded with action. I got up and went and sat right next him. Shoulder touching shoulder, hip touching hip, knee touching knee. We had done this last night, but by then we had climaxed already and our dicks were soft. Today was a new day, and our dicks were begging for renewed attention.
I picked up my hand near to him and stretched it in his direction. I laid my hand on his knee. “Is this OK,” I asked, looking for his consent.
He also did not have the right words to reply to such a simple question. Instead, he chose action. With his hand he stretched over and touched my six pack. He rubbed the tight muscles a few times, and then he traced his hand up north. He reached my left nipple and started playing with it. This is how I usually start my jerk off sessions. I, in turn, slid my hand that was on his knees further up his thigh, in the direction of his crotch. I made sure I touched and felt every inch of his flesh on the way up. I stopped shy of his ballsac. I then retraced my hand back to the knee, and back up the thigh again. All this time we were looking each other in the eyes, rather than checking what our hands were doing.
He then moved his hand further up my pecs, to my neck, to my chin. He opened his palm and caressed my jawline. With just a couple of fingers he traced my jaw left and right. My hand was caressing his thigh, with each motion getting more and more close to his balls but being too shy to touch them yet.
With his hand caressing my jaw I felt a gentle tug. He was pulling my jaw in his direction. He was moving my head for me, pulling me closer to him. His head was moving closer to me too, without being pushed or pulled.
I didn’t need his tugging anymore. I knew where my head was supposed to go. I brought my head closer until our lips met. At first just a simple touch of our lips. Not even a formal kiss. A very hesitant encounter of two pairs of lips that belong to two straight men who had never kissed another man before. Neither one of us knew such a thing was possible. Or permissible. But we both yearned it more than anything else in the world.
The simple encounter of the lips turned a bit more forceful. It was our first kiss. A proper gentle and sensuous kiss. I had fantasized about grabbing his cock or touching his butthole, but why not start with a simple kiss? Let him know how much I love and adore him. Let him know how much I admire him personally, not just physically.
Our heads got closer and closer. There was a definite internal force pulling our heads together, like two halves of a locket that were finally united. Like his lips were always intended to be on mine. The intensity of our kiss grew with every second. One kiss led to another, with more intent and more passion. Our tongues were dancing. Our breaths were getting more intense and labored.
We intuitively turned 90 degrees to face each other on the bench. I ran my hands through his hair to pull him in. He put his hands behind my neck to do the same. We pulled each other further and further in till we became one mass. I kissed him with such passion. In between, I licked the sweat that was accumulating on his face and neck from the heat of the steam room. He wiped the sweat off of my nose with his tongue.
Between the passion of the moment, and the physical heat of the steam room, we were getting overheated. Jayden got up, grabbed my hand, and said: “Follow me.”
He led me hand in hand back into the locker room. We had left our towels behind. He led me out of the locker room into the gym area, all naked, down the stairs, to the ground level by the trainers’ area. Just half an hour ago we were working out in nothing but our jockstraps and I thought that was daring. Here we were, walking naked hand in hand all over the gym as though it were our own living room. Not that we were used to walking around our living room naked, yet.
He let go of my hand and laid down on the massage and stretch table first. I followed suit and laid on top of him lining our heads together. Our wet and naked chests met for the first time. Our wet and stiff cocks met for the first time. I had no experience grinding my stiff cock against that of another man.
I dug into his lips where we had left off in the stream room. I needed more Jayden kisses. I was just an average romantic like any other guy, but I wanted more Jayden loving. I wrapped my hands behind his neck and back to bring him even closer to me. He wrapped his hands around my shoulders, embracing me equally as hard. The sweat on our bodies provided enough lubrication for our hands to glide everywhere freely.
Mad passionate kisses ensued. I had fallen for this man slowly but surely. I had fallen in love with him without knowing it could even be a possibility. I was so fortunate he had also fallen for me at the same time.
I traced the salty flavor of his body, the sweat of both of our bodies mixed in together, down the side of his left face to his neck. I loved kissing his strong shoulder muscles, his deltoids. I slid my mouth to lick everything off his biceps and triceps. I moved back a bit more midline, to his left chest. His bulging pecs had always fascinated me every time we worked out. And here I was, sinking my lips and teeth into those pecs. He had big dark nipples, perfect with a pinch of sweat salt. I opened my mouth and sucked the entire large nipple in, trying to milk any secretions he could give me. He must have loved that, as he arched his body back and started groaning. Seeing how worked up he was, I attacked his right nipple next, absorbing every molecule of sweat salt off his body.
I moved my head down, to his belly and six pack. Tensing up with my erotic touch, the six pack was even more evident and bulging. By now both of us were not sweating as much, but the lingering taste of salt was very satisfying. I made sure to give each one of his six packs the same kind of attention and love they deserved.
I went a bit sideways, to his cum gutters. A solid trough of muscular physique, not an inch of fat to be found. I used my tongue to worship the groove between his six packs and his hip muscles. I couldn’t believe I was doing all this to a man.
His raging erect cock was right there. In my descent from his mouth to his crotch area, his dick was the next obvious body part to be kissed. To be held, to be loved.
Just then I abruptly sat up, kneeling in between his knees.
“I don’t know what I am doing,” I told him. “I know I want to do it. I just don’t know…”
He cut me off. “How about start with this?” He grabbed my right wrist with his left hand and planted my palm on his stiff dick.
There it was, his dick in my hand. That contact was finally made. I touched it. There was no going back. And I touched it because he wanted me to, not because I grabbed it. He wanted me to touch him there. He wanted to see his cock in my hand.
I had stroked my own cock before. I guess I knew what needed to be done. But it was quite different stroking some other guy’s cock. The angle was different, not the same stroke angle I would use for my own dick. I held his dick firmly and tried to make it look like I knew what I was doing.
I held on tight, feeling his pulse vibrate his dick with every heartbeat. Does my dick do that too? I slid my hand up, then down, then to the base. I brought my other hand to cup his balls. I didn’t dare touch any of it just moments ago in the stream room. But here I was, his entire manhood in between my two hands.
I rolled his balls in between my hands, feeling for the first time how someone else’s ballsac feels like. I don’t know if he was naturally not hairy there, or if he had shaved. It was the most delicate skin I had ever touched. His nuts felt like 2 little firm balls, full of cum and testosterone.
With my other hand, the one on his shaft, I kept stroking. Eventually I slid my hand a bit further north, to his peehole. It was there that I immersed my fingers in his precum. I used the precum to lubricate his glans, running my fingers all over his sensitive area.
I looked up, and he was dead fixed on the sight of my hands all over his junk. He could not believe the situation any more than I did. I was petrified to touch him there in the steam room, but now only moments later it had become natural to me. I was milking his nuts with my left hand and squeezing out his precum with my right hand. He was all mine.
I guess he wanted a piece of the loot as well. He sat up and pushed me back in the opposite direction. This exposed my groin to him fully. Without waiting for an invite, he wrapped both of his hands around my stiff shaft. He didn’t need both hands to encircle it, but the extra hand gave it a full wrap around. He twisted his hands clockwise and counterclockwise while simultaneously gliding his fists up and down my cock. From the glans to the base. With each stroke he got more of my oozing precum to lubricate his hands for the task.
Now it was me who was mesmerized by what I was seeing. Not in a million years did I think that I would have another guy give me a hand job. Not in a million years could I have imagined on the day I met Jayden the first time that months later we would be here. Taking turns playing with each other’s cock in the middle of the gym, and cherishing every moment of it.
I think his hands were much more of an expert in this than mine were. Just as he was intensifying his strokes, I felt a climax coming. I knew I was gonna cum. But I didn’t know what was appropriate. Should I let him finish me off in his hands? Should I grab myself and finish in my own hand?
I blurted: “I’m cumming.” It was too late to do anything now. He did not retreat. Instead, he held my cock in his fists even tighter. The cum left my balls, barely making its way past my shaft being held so tight in Jayden’s hands and shot outside. The first squirt hit Jayden in the chest. The second squirt landed on the stretch table. The subsequent weaker squirts just spilled outside my peehole onto the outside of his hands and to my belly. I had made a real mess. Correction, Jayden had made a big mess jerking me off.
When Jayden saw me finish with the last squirt coming out of my cock, he let go. He gathered as much of my cum from his chest and my belly and the outside of his hands. He put it all in his right palm and then started stroking himself using my cum as his lubricant. I had never seen that before. I didn’t know it was a thing.
I wanted to grab his dick and let him finish in my hand like I had done in his. But he was too much in the zone to let go of his cock. Instead, I grabbed his ballsac again. At least I wanted to feel all that hot jizz as it would be leaving his nuts to shoot out. I think I squeezed just hard enough to make it happen. He arched his neck back, grunted loudly, and shot all over the place. Most of it landed on my chest and belly, some of it even reached my neck. I don’t think he was intending to shoot all over me, but his body angle made me his target. I was drenched with Jayden’s cum. He had made me his whore. He had marked me as his.
We just stayed like that on the massage table for a few minutes, waiting for our panting to slow down. That, was intense.
We might have just come so intensely, but I wanted more loving. I needed to kiss him some more. I sat up and grabbed the back of his head. I brought him in for a kiss. I needed more lip time. I brought his body closer to me until our lips met again. I put my arms around his back and squeezed him tight.
And that’s when I discovered I was such a novice. I was still drenched in Jayden’s cum all over my front. I had never been cum on. And the couple of times I tried to cum on Susan’s tits she responded very negatively. Turns out going for a tight hug while you still have hot cum on you is a whole different kind of experience. That sticky stuff spread and coated both of our bodies. By the time I realized what I had done, it was too late.
After a few minutes of post-coital sex (well, just hand jobs), it was time to clean up. We were both covered in sweat and cum. Still naked, we went up the stairs back to the locker room level. I happened to walk in front of him. He kept slapping my ass cheeks as I took each step up. I loved it, feeling his hands on my cheeks. I loved the touch, the subtle enjoyable pain, the mischief. My blonde ass was turning pink from the slapping by the time we reached the locker room.
I headed to the shower area and went into my usual shower stall. I was very surprised when Jayden came into the same stall with me, not necessarily being invited in. He just assumed he needed to be there with me. The stall was too small for 2 people. We were still too horned up; I pulled him in for more kisses under the water. This time, instead of running my hands on his back or shoulder, I went south. I went to his waist, and then his buttocks. While I played tango with his tongue in my mouth, I squeezed each one of those melons in each of my hands. He followed my cue and did the same to my asscheeks, now a bit sore from all that slapping. We just stood under the water, kissing madly and groping ass. A brand-new experience for both of us. Our dicks came back to life in no time, grinding against each other, this time standing.
I really wanted to dig deeper into his cheeks until I found his hole. The same hole I had stolen glances of quite a bit recently. The same hole whose musk had driven me crazy. I couldn’t do it. Not yet.
It was obvious that the gym and the locker room were not the optimal place to continue our newly found lust and romance. We got dressed still with boners that would not go down. He took my hand and led me out the locker room and to the main entrance to lock up.
It was there at the main entrance that we both realized we were not ready to hold hands in public. Not yet. This was our own little secret. Baby steps.
The whole subway ride I kept checking his bulge. The boner in his pants was alive and begging for attention. Mine was also looking to be released. But it would have to wait until we got home.
The moment we closed the door of my apartment behind us, he pinned me to the backside of the door. He planted his lips on my lips, exactly where we had left off back at the gym. It was time for more passionate love making.
This time it was me who took his hand without asking and took him just the few short steps to my bed. I tossed him on my bed and jumped right on top of him. I did this so forcefully and enthusiastically that I could have broken a rib if both of us were not such muscular hunks.
There was a mad frenzy of getting naked again. We started tearing each other’s items of clothing off, sometimes getting stuck on a sleeve or a pant leg. I proudly took his dirty jockstraps off in one motion, and even though he was still on his back, his dick jumped up like a spring-loaded instrument. I managed to take off my own dirty jockstrap as well while I was on top of him. Fully naked, he was mine to have. In my bed. His old bed. With mutual consent. One straight guy who had fallen madly in love with another. Exploring things and places that were unimaginable to both of us. But we were going to do it. We both wanted this.
I repeated my routine of eventually peeling away my lips from his face, and working my way down his neck. I had done it just a while ago in the gym. I made sure I showered every inch of his body with my lips, mark him as mine. Chest, 6 packs, and then back to his cum gutters. His stiff dick kept hitting my chin as I was kissing all his other body parts.
I slid my body further down till my head was at the same level as his crotch. I stared at his cock. I had never been this close to a dick before. It intrigued me and scared me at the same time. I looked up at Jayden, and he had his perma-smile on. He seemed to love what he was seeing.
I wasn’t ready for the dick yet. I wanted it, I was just, I needed a minute. I didn’t even know how to go about it. All these times Susan had begrudgingly given me blow jobs, I never thought I should learn how she does it. I never thought one day I might want to do that to a guy.
I remembered Jayden’s words from back at the gym: “Start with this,” as he planted my palm on his cock. That’s what I did.
I grabbed his dick and held it tight. It was only then, after seeing him naked so many times, that I realized he is uncut. My own dick is cut. He also had these pulsations in his dick, with all the blood flowing in with every heartbeat. Funny how dicks could be so different from one guy to the next. Never thought to do a comparison like this.
I massaged his cock with my hands. I looked up. Jayden could not seem more happier. He had me worshipping his cock, and he was going to let me do whatever I wanted with it.
All of a sudden, the urge got into me. It was going to be now or never. I already had held his cock in my hands and massaged it well. I knew I had to go further now. I needed to seal the deal with him. I had to take ownership of his body. I needed to make him mine.
Here goes. I opened my mouth and tried to put as much of his dick in my mouth as would fit in. It was bigger in my mouth than it seemed outside. It also felt softer and spongier in my mouth than in my hand. The precum gave it such a distinct flavor. I was not expecting that. I don’t know what I was expecting.
Holy shit! Did I just put a man’s dick in my mouth? I didn’t even know I could be attracted to dick. It was one thing to kiss Jayden or even jerk him off. That’s just guys in a circle jerk. But a dick in my mouth?
It felt very different than Susan’s vagina. I had eaten her out a whole bunch of times. She generally enjoyed it. A lot. But a dick is something that projects out. You can hold on to it. You can wrap your fingers around it. I’ve done that to my own dick. But Jayden’s dick, I can wrap my mouth around it. I can bob my head on it. I can squeeze it and this fluid precum comes out of it. And just below that, I found his balls. I held on to his balls with one hand as I stabilized his dick with my other hand to aim for my throat.
I tried to be a good Mormon boy. I tried to go all the way down. I had no frame of reference for cock sizes. Mine is around 6 inches. His is bigger. Maybe 8 inches. I tried to shove it all in. I gagged, but I tried again. I tried and tried till I was able to reach his pubes with my lips. He was all the way in. Inside my throat. My Jayden. I was swallowing his manhood. I had seen him naked in the gym and at home a whole bunch of times. And that dangling dick of his now was playing a disappearing act in my throat.
I didn’t know where I was going with this blow job. I guess I was going to just swallow him till he came. I had no technique. No beginning, middle, or end. It was my first dick.
Just then Jayden raised my head from his dick. “I want some blonde dick too.”
He first cupped my chin and brought my head to his. We kissed tenderly. I’m sure he must have sensed the taste of his dick in my mouth. Not that I thought he would know what his dick tasted like.
He gently pushed me toward the foot of the bed, till I was laying on my back and my entire crotch was exposed to him. He didn’t go through the whole kiss the neck, love the abs act before getting to my dick. He just went for the dick. In no time my cock was inside his throat.
Ahhhhh, I had not gotten laid in a year. Not since I moved to New York. Not since Susan. I never felt like dating. Or having meaningless sex. But now, my cock was being serviced by the person I had fallen madly in love with. A much more meaningful love than I ever had with Susan.
And Jayden was into it. He was grunting and moaning louder than me, enjoying my cock even more than I was enjoying his throat. The suction in his throat, that totally drew me inside him. He was salivating so much, his drool was draining out his mouth and all over my balls. My entire crotch was wet with his drool, which provided even more lubrication for his most awesome blow job. I looked down, and his gorgeous curls bounced every time he bobbed his head on my cock. I literally could not believe my eyes. The intense pleasure in my cock is what told me the whole thing was not a dream.
But I wanted more too. I was not done sucking him. Seeing him being so into it, and so good at it, I wanted more cock too. I wanted his cock.
I tried to turn myself 180 degrees, pivoting on the axis of my cock. I wanted to get my body under his, so I could 69 him. I didn’t know what I was doing. I’m not sure he knew what I wanted to do. He never let go of my cock as I maneuvered my body underneath his. Nope, he was not gonna let go of my cock even one seconds to let me reposition myself.
Eventually I was done crawling under him. I found that cock. Inspired by Jayden’s expert skill and enthusiasm, I grabbed his cock and inhaled it. I cupped his asscheeks to push his pelvis down to me. I even bobbed my head up to cover as much of his cock as I could.
As now I was upside down to him and he was above me, his balls kept bouncing on my nose with every motion. And south of that I had a prefect view of his taint and butthole. I could smell his crack musk again. That totally turned me on, to be so close to the source of all that musk.
As though this situation was not already stimulating enough, Jayden started massaging my taint with two fingers while sucking me off. Well, that’s my weak spot. That usually makes me cum right away. And that is exactly what happened. I was going to cum. I wanted to let Jayden know, in case he wanted to pull his head off. But my mouth was full of his cock and balls.
Whatever hot jizz was still left in my nuts after the last climax found its way down my shaft and into Jayden’s throat. No warning, just a direct hit. The other direct hit was Jayden cumming in my mouth like 5 seconds later. No warning, just Jayden DNA being introduced down the deepest parts of my throat. Squirt after squirt. I had no choice but to swallow it all, unless I wanted to choke on it. I took it all in, like a good Mormon boy. I swallowed all his cum. He swallowed all my cum.
Two explosive ejaculations for each of us within just a couple of hours. Our first time with another guy. And we enjoyed it so much beyond anything we could have possibly imagined.
Jayden, got off of me, turned himself now 180 degrees, and came in for a hug. He gently laid his head on my chest, his body on top of mine. His head was mostly on my left pec, and he brought his left arm to play with my right nipple. Just a soft play, nothing to stimulate me. I, in turn, ran my left hand over his spine. Up and down, from the nape of his neck to the top of his crack. Then up and down again, each trip done very slowly, like over 5 minutes. Very slow and gentle. I was just so happy he was there on top of me, hugging me after mad passionate sex.
We didn’t say anything. We just laid there. Probably for half hour. Me on my back and him on my chest and body. The only thing that disrupted the magical silence was a loud growl in my stomach. It was almost 11 PM and we had not eaten dinner yet. We had not even stopped by the grocery store on the way home to buy groceries for the weekend, as we usually did every Friday. We were home, hungry, and with an empty fridge.
The only option was take-out. And the only thing open that late was the burger place around the corner. We ordered burgers and fries, the worst possible thing for health nuts like us to eat this late at night.
Once I got up from the bed, I didn’t want to let go touching him. We went to sit on the sofa to wait for out food to arrive. Except, I sat on top of him, naked, facing him. I straddled him. I cupped his head, ran my fingers through his gorgeous head and kissed him endlessly until the food arrived. We both had boners popping up in no time. But I think we both had the common sense that we were already spent. It was time for romance, not sex.
When the delivery guy rang the bell, I wasn’t gonna get dressed to answer the door. I opened the door just a little bit to stick my head out and grab the package. Meanwhile, Jayden kept nibbling on my shoulder that was hidden behind the door.
We ate dinner almost at midnight. I still did not want to let go of touching him at all times. With one hand we held the other one’s hand, and we used just the other hand to eat the whole meal.
We then crashed in bed. We had shared a bed for months now, but always kept it clean. This time we were both naked. I crawled over to his side and laid my entire body on his. I didn’t care if I were too heavy or if he couldn’t breathe, we were going to sleep with me hugging him. He in turn stretched his arms around my back and pulled me in. There was not a place in the world that either one of us would rather be.
We woke up in the morning with the sun shining on our faces. We had fallen to our sides compared to when we fell asleep, but we were still intertwined. I looked at him. His eyes were closed, but he knew I was awake and looking at him. He gave me the biggest spontaneous grin possible. He was beyond happy.
Ah, those lips. Those lips that have that magical perma-smile. The smile that always warms your heart. The winning smile that makes everyone around him so happy to be in his company. The jovial nature that those lips convey. I had to have his lips. Those lips were mine.
I crawled up and started kissing him. Slowly, gently. I was gonna ravage him later. Now it was time for love. For tenderness. For romance. For butterflies in both of our stomachs. For magical moments of gentle love.
He returned my kisses. He stretched his neck further and further in my direction in order to make contact with my lips. He flipped me on my back and crawled on top. Our chests were lined up, our pelvises were lined up, our toes wrestled down below. With all that stimulation my dick woke up. My raging morning hard on dug into his flesh as we kissed above. His own erection also came to full force to match mine. He was grinding his crotch on mine, having a sword fight between our cocks. I inserted my fingers into his gorgeous hair. Oh, I could not get enough of his soft curls.
I ran both hands through his hair while our lips exchanged love notes. I wish I could wake up like this every single day of the rest of my life. I wish Jayden would be there forever and ever to give me passionate morning kisses each and every day of my remaining life. Nothing bad could ever happen to me if this is the way I wake up every morning.
Our kisses were getting more and more forceful, more passionate. What started as a very tender morning moment was turning slowly passionate. More hip action, more wriggling of bodies, more groans with every kiss. More breaths getting heavier, more heartbeats getting faster. More cocks fighting each other in between our pelvises.
It was going down. We were getting hot and heavy. We were gonna have early morning sex. The mood was right. The hormones were flowing freely. There was still a lot more to explore.
Just when the kissing was getting really intense, Jayden sat up on my lap. Our dicks were still touching, but he was sitting upright at the level of my crotch. He looked directly on my cock. He had the look of lust, passion, hunger, and dread all wrapped in one as he looked at my pulsating cock.
He grabbed my cock with both hands again. He did his usual clockwise-counterclockwise up and down motion with his first, engulfing every single area of my cock. He played with it, with his gaze glued to the tip sticking out of his first. His tongue stuck out just a bit out of his mouth, licking his upper lip as he was intent to milk my cock. My heart was pounding.
He then let go of my cock. He leaned over with both hands on my pecs, his head getting closer to mine but still at enough of a distance to be able to see each other well.
“I’m ready for you,” he said.
“I’m ready for you too,” I replied. I guess that was our subtle way of telling each other ‘I love you.’ Maybe we were not ready for the word ‘love’ yet. Even though we felt it in our hearts.
He chuckled. “Let me make it clear.”
He rolled over to his side of the bed. He laid on his back. He brought both his knees up until they almost touched his chest. He held the outside of his knees with his hands. He just laid there, ass up in the air, waiting for me. “Is this clear enough? I want you to fuck me.”
Wow, that was too much too fast. I rolled myself over and knelt in front of him. I had seen his asshole a few times and admired the musk that came from it. But this was a wide open view. Stiff cock, hanging balls, smooth taint, and a soft rosebud of an asshole with just a little dark ginger fuzz. This time the exposure wasn’t a sneak peek; it was an invitation to come inside.
I sat in front of him, totally taking in the sight. I felt ravenous. Up until 5 minutes ago the idea of anal sex did not really drive my lust for Jayden. But now I wanted him. I wanted to be inside of him. He wanted me inside of him.
This was new to both of us. I knew better than to just shove it in. Instead, I went slow and gentle. I caressed the inside of his thighs on both sides. I started at his knees and then traced my hands on the inside of his thighs, inching closer to his crotch. His entire private area was out on display. Just for me. After months of peeking and stealing looks, it was all there. For me. In broad daylight. No cover. Nothing to be ashamed of.
I approached his cock. I had become more comfortable with it in the past day. So much had passed. I grabbed his cock and massaged it a few times. With my other hand I touched his balls. I ran my fingers through the delicate skin. The fingers then slid south, to his taint. I dared myself and I did it – I touched his asshole. That’s a man’s neverland. That is his most intimate area. I touched it.
I made tiny circles around the hole, all while holding his cock with my other hand. I was getting that musk on my fingers. I don’t know what got into me, but I brought the finger to my mouth and licked it. It was the flavor of his ass, on my finger, in my mouth. I felt such libido for him at that point.
His musk was everywhere, with his legs spread wide open. It was intoxicating me. I leaned forward to smell it first-hand. The smell drew me in. I leaned in further and further. I was almost in his ass with my nose. And the aroma got stronger and stronger.
Just when I couldn’t possibly get any closer, I looked up. He was just laying there exposing himself for me. He had his perma-smile as his main accessory.
I stared him in the eyes. “May I?” I asked. He nodded yes, giving me permission.
I went for it. I stuck my tongue out and licked his asshole. One lick, and I brought the tongue back in to taste it. I was getting drunk with lust. Another lick. Another lick. Instead of going back and forth with my tongue, I planted my entire face in his ass. I had to devour it. I started eating his ass like it was the best meal I ever had. Like a lion devouring its prey, I ate him out with full force.
He must have been enjoying this too. His hips started gyrating, that cute little thing his body does when he is enjoying himself. His moans got louder and more forceful. I tried to penetrate his hole with my tongue. There was some resistance at first. Some tensing up and twitching. But as my tongue persevered, his sphincter relaxed. I was able to get the tip in. He was audibly moaning very loudly, waking up all the neighbors.
I licked every little bit of salt and musk from his entire taint and asshole. He was clean. And he was mine. It was time to give him what he had asked for to begin with, my dick.
I peeled my face off his ass. For a moment I couldn’t believe I just ate another man’s ass. I didn’t know I had it in me to do that kind of thing. I never licked anyone’s taint, let alone the ass. But Jayden’s ass, I had developed an obsession for. I had licked it clean, and now I was gonna plant my manhood in it.
His asshole was already lubricated from all my saliva. I spit on my stiff dick and got it all wet. I had never done this before, but I knew what needed to be done. He was still there this whole time holding his legs up, exposing his inner self to me. I approached his hole with my dick, now all wet with spit.
I touched my tip to his hole. Are we doing this? To the Jayden who saved me at my lowest point when I moved to New York? To the Jayden who I in return saved when he had a similar misfortune? Yes, we had crossed that line. I was going to fuck him.
I pushed my dick a bit deeper. This was no vagina. With vagina, you just go right in. With Jayden’s ass, I had to get past the sphincter. The same sphincter I was going to make feel very raw very soon. I pushed some more. I could see Jayden was flinching with pain. I knew it was going to be painful. Like we say in the gym, no pain no gain.
I was determined to get in. And he was determined to have me inside him. All he had to do was relax and let his sphincter dilate a bit. I pushed in some more. Now my entire tip was in. I was in Jayden. Not all the way in yet, but I was already inside him. I pushed in just a bit more. And a bit more after that. These little steps added up, and I was all the way in. My balls hit the backside of his asshole. I was in. All the way in.
I let his ass adjust before I would start thrusting. Now that I was all the way in, I leaned over with my body on top of him. I put one hand on either side of his body, planting myself right on top. I looked him straight in the eyes.
Holy cow. That déjà vu again, the one I got every time I had stretched him. It was this very moment. All these times, it was a déjà vu of me eventually penetrating him. It all made so much sense now. I could see a look of revelation on his face too. Not sure if he saw the same thing I did. This was not the time to discuss. But it soooooo made sense now. Me on top of him, fucking him like that. My psyche knew it before I did. It had come full circle to some kind of prophecy. I was meant to be here, in that position, inside of him. Jayden was my soulmate. Who knows how many times in our previous lives he was also there to be my soulmate, and under which circumstances we might have found love. But here, now, under the current circumstances, I had found my other half. And the revelation came to me the first time I put my dick inside of him. We were created for each other.
Those thoughts running through my mind just drove me crazy with lust and desire. As if I were trying to make up for lost time, I needed to pound him right away. I needed to consummate my relationship. That man was mine.
I started thrusting in, and out, and in, and out. My hips knew well how to fuck, even though an ass compared to a vagina was a new experience. And Jayden’s ass was so much tighter than any vagina could be. He was squeezing my dick on the inside without putting any effort into it. His gut was doing all the effort.
I looked him in the eyes and kept fucking him. With every thrust, my upper body got lower and lower on top of him. I could feel his breath on my face. I started building a sweat, feeling droplets forming from the back of my neck and trickling to the front of my chest. Just then one droplet of sweat landed on his chest. More sweat was forming on my scalp, draining into my face and to my nose. My face was wet with sweat as I kept pounding.
Just when my face was totally wet, I was low enough to kiss him. Yes, I needed those lips again. Our lips locked above as I penetrated him down below. The sweat on my face rubbed all over his as we kept connecting both above and below.
In the middle of all that kissing, he let out a loud groan. His hips were gyrating. I looked below and he was cumming. Without touching himself. Just from the intense moment of being fucked so hard. The visual of his dick squirting all that hot morning cum onto his chest was just so stimulating. My own dick stretched an extra inch and pumped my morning jizz into his ass. Yes, my DNA was entering his ass. I had marked him as mine again. It was the first time I had fucked anyone in my New York apartment.
I collapsed on top of him. Once again that fresh jizz on his chest got compressed in between us. I didn’t mind. Once our panting slowed down, it was time to clean up. We headed to the bathroom to rinse off and shower. Usually, we did that one at a time back at home; in the gym we usually showered in adjacent stalls. He had held my hand all the way from the bed to the bathroom, so he naturally pulled into the shower with me. First time with someone else in my shower.
We rinsed under the water, soaping and lathering each other. We had that first shower together under the waterfall during our hiking trip. I washed his back for him. That’s when I realized I was falling in love with him. I didn’t know back then it was love; I know now.
We stole kisses whenever possible. He made sure to wash my dick. I made sure to wash his butthole. Then more kisses. Of course, the boners were back. I tugged on him a few times for fun. I was free to touch him there as I pleased. I had total access to his body for my delight.
We went back to bed. He laid on top of me. I was going to cherish this newfound intimacy as much as I could. If I were a cat, I would purr. I was that happy.
As he had his head on my chest he asked: “So does this mean we have to watch RuPaul now instead of ESPN?”
We burst into such a laughter. Did we? Were we gay now? Just like that? That whole joke actually opened up the conversation about what each one of us felt and how we had totally fallen for each other.
On my end, my bitter experience with Susan soured me from dating. That doesn’t make anyone gay. Just fearful of more hurt. I never had any attraction to guys per se. But as a trainer, as someone who is body conscious, I had always had a curiosity about the physique of well-built guys. I tried to emulate and maintain the same physique. Never in a sexual way, more as a role model and source of inspiration. It was my unique personal interactions with Jayden, and his lack of conformity to accepted social norms of personal space between straight guys, that made him so dear to me.
I had realized that my friendship with Jayden was the easiest relationship of any kind I had ever formed. With everyone else, love had always been conditional. With Jayden, his expression of love was endless. Nothing needed special effort, nothing needed to be sorted out. My presence with him was so natural. He truly was the second half of my soul. The person I was meant to be with. And with time, that emotional bond got supplemented by physical attraction. I learned to desire his touch, his body, his scent, his presence. And as much as I don’t believe in all theories of after life and such, those déjà vus I kept getting were only proof that our souls were destined for each other.
For Jayden, things were a bit different. Jayden told me he was 90% straight, not 100%. There was always a little part of him that found men attractive as well. But since all his life girls threw themselves at him, and he was told he was such a good lover, he never had the chance to explore men. He didn’t feel like he was missing out, as the sex with women, and lots of it, was always great.
It was only when he got rejected by Isabelle that he found refuge in me, his new best friend. He didn’t think I was gay or bi, though he never saw me want do date girls for as long as he had known me. In fact, I never dated since I moved here. So, he wasn’t sure. He also realized I was falling for him during the hiking trip. He wanted to jump on me during that waterfall shower. He didn’t think I was ready. He had to work so hard to suppress an erection while I was washing his back.
For the next few weeks and months he took more liberties, to see what my intentions were. It seemed every time he took a step forward, I met him there. He let me come to my own conclusion that I, too, was falling for him.
He wasn’t planning on taking things that far when on Thursday night when I ended up dry humping the back of his head. That was all me. But that gave him the full confidence that I was on board.
And the rest, well, just a perfect outcome.
Eventually I got up and made us our morning coffee. We drank that naked in bed, with my one leg draped over his leg. That morning, we opened up about so may personal experiences we have had. I learned so much more about his growing up, his youth, his previous relationships. He learned about me. It’s amazing how straight guys usually keep the conversation rather sporty and less intimate. But you fuck one of them gay style and all of sudden the gates of sharing open up.
By lunch time we still had no groceries. Luckily, we had eggs. We made omelets and washed it down with protein shakes. Sometimes Saturday afternoons, especially when the weather was cold out, we used to stay home and read Men’s Health and various sport magazine (look at me talk about our routines as though we were already an old married couple). Usually we sat on the couch, him on his usual side and me on my usual side, facing out.
This time, we sat on the couch facing each other. We were still naked from last night. Our naked legs intertwined, and besides the obvious skin color difference you couldn’t tell which thigh belonged to whom. My feet were just shy of his crotch. We sat there and read our respective magazines, occasionally stealing glances at each other and giggling like schoolgirls. Having him sit there, naked, in my apartment on my couch, his undivided time and attention dedicated to me, was pure bliss.
Jayden has this habit of underlining some articles as he reads. Or he took notes. I’m not sure when was he planning on reading the underlined paragraphs ever again, but it helped him digest the material better. And when he was not underlining, he would play with the blunt end of the pen in his mouth. He would hold it in his lips, or bite on it with his teeth. Occasionally he would use his tongue to roll it around.
One of these times I stole a glance, I didn’t go back to my magazine. Instead, I got fixated by the pen in his mouth. I was hypnotized by his lips, his grip on the end of the pen. His perma-smile made the whole scene so cheery, so delightful. He was a sexy bundle of joy sitting across the couch from me. And he was mine.
Those lips, his mannerism, his presence, made my cock stir again. I stared at him and my cock grew. I stared more, and my dick was fully erect again. My animal instincts were coming back.
Eventually he noticed I was staring at him, not reading my magazine. He looked me in the eyes and asked: “What?” His gaze then went south for a moment, and he saw my stiff cock. “Oh, ohhhhhhh. Well, hello then.”
That was all the invitation I needed. I dropped my magazine. I crawled on the couch in his direction. I knelt in front of his face. With no forelay or a kiss, I grabbed the back of his head and shoved my cock in his mouth in one swift move. Only then he dropped his magazine. I ran my fingers through his curls. I grabbed the back of his head and made him gag on my dick. I was being a bit rough, and he took it well. He in turn cupped my asscheeks from behind and pushed me further inside his throat. My entire shaft had disappeared deep in his throat.
I face fucked him hard. He worshipped my cock in his mouth. He covered every single inch with his tongue, his palate, his tonsils. I could hear him groaning. He was drooling so much on my cock that some saliva started dripping out of his mouth and down my balls.
After a few minutes of this rough blow job, he came up for air. He grabbed my shaft with one hand and started licking my wet balls with his tongue. He covered my entire ballsac with his tongue, with his lips. He was eating my nutsac as though it was his last meal. He was devouring me.
A few minutes into this pose, he slid his whole body further down the couch a bit. He positioned his head further down my body, under my taint. He brought his head up and dug with his tongue into my taint. Oh, this was my erogenous zone. This was my sensitive area. I was afraid I was going to cum the second he licked me there. Instead, I started seeing stars. His tongue there as so sensitive, so erotic, so forbidden compared to anything else I was used to. Nobody had ever licked me there.
Then he slid even further down, a couple of inches. My balls were now on his nose, and his tongue touched my butthole. He made me sit on his face, ass to mouth. He spread my porcelain skin ass and dug his tongue in. He found my pink hole. He made circular motions with his tongue, circling the hole. He raised his head to penetrate as deep as he could. All the while his was cupping my ass to push me down as hard as I could go. My entire body weight was sitting on his face.
I looked behind me and his hips were doing his now-familiar gyrating thing. Just then he squeezed my asscheeks extra hard, grunted really loud, and gobs of fresh cum squirted out. The first squirt hit his chest; the rest went all over his belly.
The visual of him cumming without even touching himself was all the stimulation I needed. My own dick also started pumping, without being touched. I shot my load all over the wall and the window next to the couch.
I pulled my ass away from his face so I could see him. He looked very satisfied, servicing my ass like that and making us both cum without being touched.
“Whore!” he joked
“Slut!” I replied. Two can play that game. We burst into a laughter. Who knew you could mix sex with some comedy?
We cleaned up. If we did not get some groceries soon, there was going to be a serious risk of malnutrition. We got dressed and made a dash to the grocery store. When we got back, we started undressing as we usually had done. We usually walked around in our underwear in my overheated apartment. I was very happy when I looked over just in time for Jayden to also take off his underwear and toss it in my direction in the middle of the room. He did that last part very theatrically, aImost the same way he tossed his towel in the steam room the other day. I took off my underwear off as well as he was staring at me, tossing it on the ground on top of his. There are not going to be any more barriers between us. From now on we are going to bare all to each other, both physically and emotionally.
We started dinner prep. I started dicing some of the vegetables on the kitchen counter. I was his sous-chef, and by now I knew which veggies needed what done to them. I was facing the kitchen counter and I was busy with dicing the red peppers when I felt a wet finger right in between my crack, probing my hole, with no advanced warning. Before I knew what was going on, Jayden leaned over and started nibbling on my right ear. His nibbling was a good distraction as his lubed-up finger explored the area right outside my sphincter. I put down the knife, pushed my ass out a bit more, and let him do whatever it was that he wanted to do. I was his.
Eventually that lubed up finger dared enter my sphincter. He circled his finger past the sphincter, into my bowels. The whole time I was still facing the kitchen counter and the cutting boards with half diced peppers, as my ear was being nibbled on. He gently started pumping my ass with his fingers. Nothing had ever entered my ass before. It was pain and pleasure all at the same time.
After a good 5 minutes he whispered in the same right ear: “Are you ready for me?”
I nodded yes. I didn’t look back to see him, I just agreed blindly to whatever he wanted to do to me. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, but I wanted it. I was ready for it. My ass was going to be invaded by Jayden’s dick. I couldn’t wait.
The next thing I felt was a very stiff and well lubricated stiff dick enter my crack. I felt his tip touch my rosebud. Luckily, he had dilated my virgin ass a bit with his finger. And also, luckily he had the good sense of using lots of lube to make it easy, for both of us.
Here goes. The tip went in, where his finger had been moments ago. THAT, was bigger than his finger. I felt the fibers of my sphincter stretch. I felt that all over my body. He was gentle. He did not ram it in. He leaned forward and nibbled on my ear a bit more, to distract me. He wrapped his arms around my chest and hugged me tight. One more inch went in. Then a pause. One more inch. A kiss on the neck. One more inch. One more. One more. He had 8 inches to insert in me. Eventually I could feel his pelvis touch my asscheeks. He was all the way in.
Holding tight to my chest, he withdrew his pelvis a bit, then went back in. Out, in, out, in. With each motion, the distance increased, and the pace became faster. I needed to rest both hands on the kitchen counter to balance myself. I pushed my ass out a bit to make it easier for him to get in. I had an entire dick in me. Up my ass. Up my virgin ass.
He lowered one hand to my pelvis and grabbed my dick. He started stroking it as he pounded me from the back. He had let go of nibbling on my ear by now. His nose was pressed to the back of my skull. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. And here we go. That second type of déjà vu I get every time I felt his breath on the back of my neck. We have been before. Him breathing heavily on my neck as he was fucking the shit out of me, this was very familiar. We were meant to be doing this. I wish this moment would never end. Him ramming my ass and breathing on my neck.
As his pounding was getting more intense, and it was a good thing he had placed all that lube on his dick, I felt his body go into a spasm. He jammed himself even deeper in me and let go of a loud grunt. I was new to this, but I can only imagine he was cumming. He was releasing his DNA up my ass. He was making me his bitch. He was marking me.
Never in a million years I thought I would be another man’s cum dump. I am a man, and it was always me cumming inside Susan or some other girl. I never assumed someone, a man, would be cumming in me. I never thought of myself as the receiving end. But here I was, as shot after shot of Jayden’s cum was invading my bowels.
He was still stroking my cock through all this. The idea of Jayden’s cum in my ass, and his loud and forceful grunts, made me climax too. He kept stroking me, and I shot my load in his hand. My cum landed on the kitchen counter, all over the half-chopped peppers I was working on. It covered the knife, the cutting board, the peppers, and the toaster next to them. His cum was deep inside me, my cum had painted the kitchen counter. Another perfect orgasm, in unison.
Only then, once he had filled me with his jizz, once he had taken my virgin ass, once he had claimed me to be his, I turned around and faced him. This whole time I had faced the other way and allowed him to manipulate my porcelain white Mormon ass as he wished. I turned around and faced the man who had just penetrated me. I looked down, and his dick was covered with mixture of cum and lube. I looked up. He still had the look of pure lust in his eyes. I leaned over and started kissing him like a mad man. I could not get enough of those luscious lips of his. I ran my fingers through his hair again, cupped his head, and brought him in for the most sensuous romantic kisses.
We had only started having sex less than 24 hours ago. This was the fifth time I climaxed in that short period of time. Each time with a different position and plot twist.
We did eventually clean up and make dinner, minus the peppers. The following day, Sunday, was another day of staying home most of the day and having all kinds of sex with new positions, new experiences. It was a weekend of love and lust. We had totally let go of our guards and spent the weekend indulging in carnal delights. His dick, his mouth, his chest, his ass, his abs, all mine. Me, all his.
Chapter 4: Life
Monday morning was time to go back to work. Back to reality. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t bring myself to hold his hand on the streets, on the subway. I wasn’t ready for same-sex public display of affection. I had nothing against gay people. I just wasn’t ready to be seen that way. I still did not know about myself.
After work, we did our work out. Chest day. So many times, as he was pumping, I leaned over and licked one nipple at a time. He ran his hands on my pecs to feel my muscles contract with each rep. We stole kisses in between each set. In the steam room, I sat naked on him, kissing his mouth and neck. No sex, just love.
He crawled in the shower stall with me afterwards. More kisses. This time, as I cupped his ass under the shower water, I dug in deep to play with his butthole. I could do that now. I didn’t have to hold back anymore. I could touch him everywhere at any time. The sex happened when we got home, in the privacy of our own apartment.
Wednesday morning, the subway ride was busier than usual. As we were pressed against each other in a mass of people, I snuck in my hand to find his. My pinky finger found his and we locked fingers for the rest of the ride. We let got once we got off the subway. That evening, after we did shoulder day work out and a steamy shower, Jayden stopped right outside the gym as we locked up. I didn’t know what happened. I looked at him. He had a nervous grin. I knew how to read him so well by now.
He extended his hand to me, palm up. He had the most charming facial expression. He wanted me to hold his hand. In public. For us to feel the love, and for everyone else to see. I wasn’t ready for that. That was too fast. At home, in our own privacy, I was eating his ass and he was fucking mine, but here in public that was a different scenario.
But I couldn’t let him down. He was ready for that step. For a public display of affection of our same-sex love. Love wins. I had to do it. Do it for him. Do it for me. I extended my hand and grabbed his. We were holding hands. In public. I had to stop caring about what people thought. I had to care about Jayden and our love for each other.
I held his hand. Such a simple way to show love. Such a simple way to show others you’re in love. That you cherish and adore each other. That together you will tackle everything and anything. We rode the subway holding hands. Life was so much better when I was touching him. So much better than just him standing next to me. Touching him, that was the best medicine ever.
I was madly in love with Jayden. I had to touch him at all times at home. At work, I would be looking at him the whole day instead of focusing on my clients. We would steal glances, winks, and blow air kisses when possible. At home we fucked like rabbits.
A few weeks into this, and we figured we needed to make some progress. We were holding hands in public, but we had not told anyone yet. We thought perhaps we should start with our boss, Jared the gym owner. We walked into his office during a lunch break. Jayden did most of the talking. Jared said that he had picked up on it based on our body language. He didn’t think either one of us were gay when he met us, but that as long as we can maintain professional behavior at work, he couldn’t care one way or another.
It was the first time I heard anyone refer to us as gay. It was surreal. Yes, I was madly in love with my same-sex best friend and we were doing sex Olympics every minute we could. But someone calling me gay?!? I was not used to that label. I didn’t see myself as gay. Gay is a culture, an identity. It is not just about the sex or even about love. I didn’t know, I was still sorting things out, on my own and with Jayden. Jayden had suspected he was bi, and he finally took action on the same-sex end of it. For me, that was all very new and very fast.
That weekend, we were supposed to go to a party at one of our mutual friends. One of the trainers from the gym who had moved to a new position in a new gym. It was at a swanky apartment in Chelsea. His girlfriend came from a lot of money.
We decided to tell all of our friends about us at the party. Pretty much everyone’s response was that they had picked up on it a while ago based on seeing how we interacted. Nobody thought either one of us was gay, but that if we were happy with each other, then that was all that mattered. Here we were, with that gay label again. In these days of acceptance, I was glad to see everyone was on board with it. It was the label of gay that was harder for me to digest; they all approved of my love for Jayden.
There were a few gay people at the party, this being the Chelsea neighborhood in New York. I guess we were the fresh faces, and a few of them could not help their curiosities and came to chat with us. I guess they just assumed we had always been gay, had come out a long ago, and that this was something Jayden and I were used to – being labeled as gay. We weren’t. It was all new.
We did meet a very nice gay couple. They had been together for about 5 years. Seemed very down to earth and very social. We made plans to see them for dinner later in the week. A double date. Jayden and me, Paul and David. Come to think of it, Jayden and I had skipped the official dating phase and had plunged into living together, falling in love, and having sex.
Paul and David could not be nicer. They have a house on Fire Island and invited us to go visit for a weekend next summer. I didn’t even know there was a place on earth where it was 99% gay. We confessed to them that we were basically one straight guy and another 90% straight guy who happened to fall in love. We were totally new to the gay culture. Or even being labeled as such. They seemed very sympathetic to the idea, very respectful.
Next came our parents and family. We had to tell them as well. Jayden’s parents were a breeze. They were so liberal already, and based on all the conversations they had with Jayden over the past few months, all the ‘Cameron this’ and ‘Cameron that’, they had totally figured it out. They invited us to go to Boston for me to meet them. They made sure Jayden handed me the phone so they could personally welcome me to the family.
My parents, well, they were ex-Mormons. I told them about us. They said they did not see that coming. But they always espoused kindness and unconditional love. It seemed to them that I was so much happier with Jayden than I ever was with Susan. And for that they said they loved me and my new partner. They too extended an invitation for us to go visit them in Utah.
David and Paul made a special effort to introduce us to many of their gay friends. They took us under their wings and tried to help with figure things out. As time passed, I became more comfortable with the label. I felt more comfortable in the company of other men in same-sex relationships. I learned more about gay culture, gay rights, and the struggles with both societal and legal issues.
That next summer we did go and stay with Paul and David in their Fire Island house for the weekend. Wow, just wow. The gay culture in Chelsea was tame compared to the gays on Fire Island. Of course, Jayden and I showed up with our knee-length board short swimwear of our straight yesteryear habits, as everyone else was wearing speedos and thongs. We quickly went to that boutique Tola to buy more appropriate attire for the weekend. I made Jayden buy this thong swimsuit. I loved seeing his exposed ass like that on the beach. And let me tell you that all the gays loved checking out our physiques, the well-built bodies of two gym trainers.
Another weekend that summer we recreated our hiking trip upstate. That same little camping tent got lots of action that night. And this time I deliberately spooned with him inside the tent to get him to breath on the back side of my neck. I was in heaven when he did that, while he was fucking me from behind or even when he held me like his little spoon. I loved being his
The next morning, we went to the waterfall area. Same one where I had first realized I was developing feelings for him, though I didn’t know at the time it was love. Same waterfall where I washed his back for him the first time. Same waterfall where he also realized I was falling for him, and it was OK for him to take certain risks in winning me over.
After we washed each other under the water, I went to my bag to get my towel. From there I also took out what I had brought with me. A Cartier ring box, this time with a proper brand-new engagement ring. I had used an antique box like that quite a while ago to give him keys to my apartment. This time it was a new box, and I was going to propose.
I turned around, still naked, to see Jayden’s face checking my moves. He had his perma-smile on, but now with a look of nervousness. He saw the ring box in my hand. I’m sure he figured what was coming. I knew it was way too early to propose, but there was no doubt in my mind that we were going to spend the rest of our lives together.
Just then, as opposed to letting me get on one knee and propose to him, while we were both naked in this beautiful oasis, he turned around. He went to his bag, where he had his towel. Maybe he needed to towel off before I did my thing. Or maybe he wanted to take out his phone to video this.
He turned around and he had a matching Cartier ring box in his hand. Apparently, he had come up with the same idea of proposing to me right there by the waterfall, where our first beautiful moment of love had happened a year ago. He was going to propose to me.
We burst into such a laughter, for coming up with the same corny yet loving idea for the same thing. Eventually the laughter subsided. It was time for some realness. Each one of us had come there to make a grand gesture. With all the heart palpitations that come with it. But there we were, two naked guys in the vast open nature, with dueling ring boxes, each one wanting to propose to the other man. How do you get out of this pickle?
Just then, I decided to take action. My plan was to drop on one knee and do the proposing thing. But that moment had sailed already. Instead, I quickly thought of a compromise. Something that would include both of us on the action on equal grounds.
I extended my left hand to him, palm down, fingers spread, and without being asked first, I said very enthusiastically: “I do!”
Jayden was baffled for a second, then he understood me. He opened the ring box in his hand, took out the ring, and put it on my ring finger. He then extended his left hand to me, palm down, fingers spread, and yelled loudly: “I do!” He yelled so loudly there was an echo hitting the mountains surrounding us.
I took out the ring I had brought and put it on his left ring finger. What does one do in that kind of situation? Lots of silent yet romantic kissing ensued. Our naked bodies wrapped around each other, his hands behind my back and my hands squeezing his ass. Our lips locked and we kissed forever. A situation which, as always, woke up our dicks. Our dueling cocks wrestled below as our lips celebrated the occasion with never ending kisses.
At some point he let go. He went back to his bag and took out the small bottle of lube. Without missing a beat, he lubed my dick and then lubed his ass. “Now let’s seal this deal.”
He turned around and gave his ass to me. I knew very well where to go. It went in with minimal effort. I pounded that ass hard and good. All in the open wilderness, with the open nature in front of us and the magical waterfall behind us. He shot all over the rocks, I shot inside his bowels. The deal was sealed. With many kisses and a good fuck.
We eventually moved out of our individual apartments into a shared 2 bedroom in Hell’s Kitchen. Yes, with all the gays. We became even closer friends and Paul and Dave and that whole circle of gays. We became regular guests in their Fire Island house.
Our wedding happened the following summer. Our parents walked each one of us down the aisle. It was a beautiful ceremony in a loft-like barn very near the hiking trail and the magical waterfall. We did manage to sneak out the morning after the wedding to fuck by the waterfall again.
Had Jayden not walked into my life, I don’t think I would ever find attraction to men. I knew I was theoretically interested in male physique, but to me that was always about fitness, not about sex. Jayden changed all that. He made my life whole.
To this day I get chills down my spine every time he fucks me from behind and breathes on my neck. I can climax just on that part alone.
With time, and with our new social circles, I got more comfortable with the label of being gay. Now it is just a part of my life. But I’m only gay for Jayden. He’s my one and only soulmate.
T H E E N D
Wow, that was a long story to write. It took me over 3 weeks just to finish the first draft. There were a lot of wet underwear from constant precum oozing out of my cock. There were lots of quick jerk offs as I was writing all the erotic parts. And I kept falling in love with Cameron and Jayden over and over again.
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