Workout Buddies
I stepped into the lobby of 'Pro Fitness', the gym on the far side of town. Whilst I should have been feeling elated, all I could feel was a sense of dread and anxiety. I didn't want to be here, but it wasn't at my own suggestion.
I wasn't fit. Well, I was at least average in shape and size, but I definitely didn't have much muscle definition. I was horrible at lifting things, lacked any solid upper arm strength, and certainly didn't have the lungs to be running several miles a day. So what was I doing in the gym? That's a long story, and the night is far from over. I didn't know it at the time, but I was in for an interesting night.
As I looked around the lobby, the first thing that caught my attention was the tall mirror near the far end of the waiting area, several metres away. I could see the outline of my body in the reflection, even from that distance, and awkwardly admired my average physique, my canine frame, my fluffy tail. My mother used to say that as a Shiba Inu, I always had such pristine fur. Perhaps she was right. I adjusted the glasses on my nose and stepped towards the counter.
I had been here before, of course, but I had been too racked with nerves to really pay attention to my surroundings. It was only now, when I had time to relax, that I really took it in. The lobby was sleek, modern, but obviously tried to cater to both kids and adults alike. I could only assume it was less of a gym, and more of a family friendly leisure centre. I handed the woman at the counter my membership card and she swiped it through. Satisfied, she handed it back to me. I awkwardly smile at her.
My friend was waiting for me as I stepped through the large double doors in the right. That's right, he was the reason I was here. Grax, the dragon.
I'm not going to lie, he's a good friend. We met through work, at a fast food place, and we've just kind of stuck together ever since. He's been there for me when I needed him, and he's always tried to push me to do better. Honestly, it's that dominating demeanour, that friendly exterior that seems to hide a darker personality that kind of turns me on. Oh, yeah, I definitely have a crush on him.
Beyond the doors was a hallway, splitting off into various other smaller hallways, and Grax was waiting for me at the intersection, shoulder bag in hand. He bore his usual attire: a loose-fitting hoodie with the zip undone, and pair of jeans. He wasn't incredibly muscular, but you could tell there was muscle tone underneath those clothes. The way he held himself screamed 'bodybuilder', even if he didn't quite look it.
"Ren!" He roared out and dragged me into a very masculine hug, putting his arm around my shoulder and pressing me right up against his side. The difference in out height was substantial, enough for people to notice. I was short, barely 5 foot 9 inches, but he was a behemoth at 6 foot and 11 inches, almost 7 foot tall. It meant the majority of Grax's friendly interactions often meant my cheek would rub up against his muscular chest, and my heart would flutter.
"You took your time getting here. You gonna chicken out or something?" Grax asked with a gruff grunt, and he stepped back, shaking my head awkwardly.
"N-No," He replied, my voice sounding meek in his presence. "I got my shoulder bag here, see? I'm ready to do."
Grax's sullen expression when he stared down at me made me wither in front of him. But, just like that, his face twisted into a wide, excited grin, and he wrapped a hand around my arm, dragging me down the hall.
"Good!" He seemed pleased. "Let's get changed, then. I got so much to teach you."
That was another reason I was here: it wasn't because Grax wanted to work out with me, it was because that big, rather attractive dragon had made it his new mission to get me into shape, or at least into the shape he wanted me to be in. I had always been against the idea of exercise, simply from the perspective of a tired 23 year old working a full time job.
He made our way down the hall and into an expansive changing room. The sound of running water fell on my ears and I spotted a number of open showering areas at the end end. The thing that made me pause was the amount of men in here; hot, sweaty men, who was mostly half-naked, some even fully nude. None of them cared that they had their junk swaying back and forth, or that others might see. In fact, some of them might relish it. I could already feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"Don't be shy." Grax smirked, apparently amused by my flustered expression. He dragged me to a more quiet corner of the changing rooms so I could dress in semi-privacy.
Grax knew more about me than anyone else, but he had no idea I was gay. I had a religious family, one that wouldn't have taken too kindly to my not-so-biblical homosexual tendencies. Because of that, I didn't want anyone to know, for fear of being shunned, like my parents might do. Thankfully, Grax was progressive-- in fact, he's bisexual. That wasn't stopping me from pouncing on him, however-- for one, I had no idea how he felt. Secondly, my crippling anxiety made it impossible to make my feelings known. And, well, the third part; he had a girlfriend.
I'd never met her, but he never stopped talking about her most of the time, and they spoke almost constantly on the phone, be it text or otherwise. I knew she was a nice girl: he seemed quite smitten with her. It was for that reason I couldn't bring myself to be selfish with him, to force my feelings onto a man and jeopardize what he has.
I kept my head down as I changed. I'd brought the most basic of working-out gear: shorts, sweatbands, a loose vest, the works. I had tried to match Grax's energy when it came to training, and I hope it showed. I quickly fumbled out of my clothes and those nearby might have caught a quick blur of my cream and golden brown fur before I managed to get my gym clothes on. I wanted to be undressed for as little time as possible.
Grax, however, was more than happy to take his time. This was his scene, of sorts; he was here most days of the week after work, and knew exactly what he was doing. He even waved to a number of people in the gym, reminding me of how much of a regular he was. It was for that reason that he had no shame in changing in front of them. I could already see him peeling off his T-Shirt, exposing his chest, the rippling muscles and plated scales. I quickly soaked in his body with my eyes, from his rugged head and wide grin down to his gray scales and lighter shaded chest that travelled down to the contours of his manly hips. I could just imagine my hands on him. I wonder how coarse his scales are under my fingers...
I averted my gaze. I couldn't let him know I was interested. But, my brain was currently in my cock, and my willpower crumbled under my lust. I couldn't help but catch a glance again, and I looked at just the right time.
There went Grax's jeans, and his boxers were caught in the tight folds between the denim, pulling them down. It was then that I could see it: the thick, flaccid humanoid cock of the man of my dreams. It felt as if time stopped, and my eyes bulged at the sight, determined to imprint the image into my brain. It was huge, even when flaccid, though he honestly looked more half-chub. His foreskin was peeled back, ever so slightly around the head of his cock, exposing the tip to me. His hefty sack swung behind, swaying back and forth with each small motion, his cock copying the movements and bending slightly as it went. I didn't get much of a look, even though it felt like a long time: he quickly yanked his underwear back up and his member disappeared from view. I quickly flicked my gaze away.
I chanted a mantra to myself, trying not to look, but I snapped out of it when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see Grax staring down at me, already fully dressed, a worried look crossed over his face.
"You okay?" He seemed concerned, and I shook my head, getting to my feet and offering up an awkward smile.
"Just a bit nervous. Sorry. I don't normally work out, you know." I replied absently. That, and I'd just had to destroy my boner before he could spot it. God damn him and his perfectly sculpted body. He squeezed my shoulder and opened up the locker next to his, dumping my clothes and bag inside so that it would be secure.
"What about--" I began, concerned for my belongings.
"CCTV. If your shit gets stolen, they'll catch whoever did it. It's why it's safe here." Grax assured me, pointing to the camera in the corner of the room. Of course, that made sense. I wonder who operated them-- I imagined all the amateur porn that might be on those security tapes. Damn.
Grax lead me back out the hallway, and we made our way in a different direction that lead deeper into the 'leisure centre'. We passed a few rooms: swimming areas, child play areas, even a large room with soft flooring and trampolines, before Grax pushed the door open to the largest gym floor I'd ever seen.
The place was crawling with sweaty men, and some women, but what struck me was the sheer amount of apparatus that ladened the place, from treadmills to exercise bikes, to weights and all manner of contraptions designed to train every part of your body.
"We'll just test you for today, and I'll show you my favourite apparatus," Grax assured me, patting me on the shoulder. "First, the weights."
I dreaded the thought of having to lift something that heavy, but my dragon friend was determined. He dragged me across the room and I took the chance to look him over. He'd swapped into similar attire as me: shorts and a vest. I'm glad he hadn't gone for a headband: he had two impressive horns that curled around his head like a ram. It would have been impossible for him to put one on.
He lead me to a small leather-bound seat with a bar set on some sort of supports, with nothing attached to either end. Grax stepped to the side and starting picking up large black weights from a rack as I sat down on the small leather bench. I'd seen these sorts of things on the internet, when I had been nervous enough to google 'gym equipment'. I knew how you sat on them, at least. I think they were called a 'bench press'.
"I'll spot you." Grax said as he heaved the weights over and twisted them onto either end of the metal pole. I nervously moved down and placed my head under the bar, sliding across until my chest was right underneath it, my hands able to easily reach up and grab the bar when necessary. I waited for Grax to finish what he was doing, moving he moved into position near my head.
"Just grab it and hook it off the supports. We'll see if you can take it. I've put 30 in either side, so...give it a shot."
I heard his words, but they fell on deaf ears. All that I could see was under his shorts. Grax was notorious for wearing particularly loose garments, and it came as no surprise to find he was going to be wearing loose shorts, but he was standing in exactly the right position for me to see up his leg-hole and into the deep crevices beyond. I could just about see the head of his cock poking out, barely illuminated. I felt my mouth go dry.
I was only snapped back to reality when he waved a hand in front of my face, and I awkwardly grinned, feeling my cheeks burning. I reached up and grasped the bar, heaving it off of the supports. I wobbled for a moment and Grax actively held his hands under the bar, just in case, but I straightened out. It lowered it towards my chest and then pushed it outwards.
"Hey. This ain't so bad. It's a little heavy, though..." I murmured.
"Great. Do it 20 more times." Grax grinned wickedly, and I frowned at him, before doing what he said.
I wasn't sure at first why he thought it was so amusing, but by the time I've done my 10th, my arms were burning. I groaned with exertion as I pushed the weight up, and I could hear him telling me to keep at it. It was utter torture: I'd never endured such aching pain in my entire life. When I finally reached the 20th and final one, I heaved a sigh, and Grax helped me hoist it back up onto the supports. My arms flopped back and I relaxed, having heavy breaths. It was a lot more tiring than I was expecting.
"C'mon, it's not that bad," Grax sounded amused. "Get up, we still got plenty to do."
Grax had me moving around the gym for what felt like hours, but in reality wasn't that long. We tried a handful of different apparatus, doing 'reps', as he called them, on all of them. We used the treadmill, did some dead-lifting, and all manner of other things as part of his rigorous 'testing' that he was doing for me. He even did some training himself, which primarily involved arm weights and squats. There was a one particular moment when I caught sight of the head of his cock slipping out of the end of his shorts. I only caught a brief glance, for his straightened up against pretty quick after that.
As time dragged on, I became less and less aware of the attractive, sweaty man in front of me, and more and more aware of the horrifying aching throughout my body, the sweat that made my skin burn, the shortness of my breath. Grax began to slowly notice how weaker and weaker I was getting.
"Alright, let's stop here." He blurted out after what felt like a whole 4 hours. I practically collapsed against the gym floor after having just done 50 squats in a row, feeling my body drenched with sweat, my fur damp with moisture. I looked up at the clock on the far side of the room and realised it had barely been an hour. Maybe I really was unfit.
"Shouldn't we...keep going?" I asked between pants, and I heard my friend snort in response.
"With the way you are now? Hell no. Plus, I got dinner with my babe. Can't keep her waiting." He insisted. That made sense, and I was further reminded just how much Grax was out of my reach. I felt a little crestfallen as he helped me to my feet, as he staggered back towards the door.
His scent made it clear a shower was in order, but I wanted to linger around it a little longer. I wasn't into it, per se, but the smell of his sweat was...homely. Perhaps it was my crush on him that made me feel this way, but I wanted to be closer to him, and take in that scent, be familiar with it for all time. I silently slapped that mushy shit out of my head. Keep your head together, Ren! He has a girlfriend!
Back in the changing rooms, it had grown packed. There were a number of people filling the aisles and getting changed, and it could only be assumed that the majority of them were wanting to go home too. That was no surprise: whilst the gym opened late, it was already nearing 6pm or so. Unfortunately for me and Grax, that meant the majority of the shower areas were full, leaving just a single cramped cubicle in the corner.
"C'mon. We'll share, saves time." Grax had no qualms about being naked in front of me. I, on the other hand, was very against it. Despite that, I was dragged along anyway: Grax had the notorious habit of quite literally pulling me everywhere. I often just went along with it-- part of me didn't want to argue.
We retrieved our towels from our lockers and Grax was already undressing in front of him. I found myself frozen on the spot, my eyes running down his body, tracing over the lines of glistening sweat. I gulped, my throat dry. I was mere inches away. I could reach out and touch it...
"Aren't you gonna undress?" Grax asked me quietly with a frown, and I snapped back to reality. With my cheeks reddening, I wordlessly tugged down my shorts and underwear, leaving my half-chub humanoid cock exposed. I hoped that Grax wouldn't notice my subtle arousal: I couldn't help it, what with all the naked men around me. I yanked my vest over my head and used my towel to cover all my intimate parts. I quietly followed Grax across the room and weaved past various naked men. I could feel eyes staring at me, and I hoped it wasn't as what I thought it was.
We stepped into the only vacant shower cubicle in the far corner of the room. It had a glass-like screen that effectively covered us from out ankles up, with a metal railing inside just out of range of the shower to hang our towels on, which we did. I stood there awkwardly in the nude, with Grax inches away from me. The shower stall was only meant for one, so we were effectively squashed in, but at least no-one could see us.
"Did you bring your shampoo?" He asked me quietly, and my eyes widened. Shit. I heard him sigh when he realised I'd hadn't.
"Idiot," He smirked. "You can use mine."
"T-Thank you." I murmured quietly, staring up at his face, trying to avoid from looking further down. He reached over and twisted the valve, and water poured down on us from above. Our bodies soon became considerably wet, and Grax began to lather shampoo onto his chest, running it over his scales.
He was hot. There, I said it. He had a fine chest, a slim stomach and manly hips. I could only imagine what his ass was like, but his cock-- [i]fuck[/i], his cock was great. I didn't want to stare, but I caught a glance, just looking at it. Then I realised my own member was getting hard. It was practically millimetres away from butting with his leg. Shit!
I quickly stepped back, but that was enough to grab his attention. He opened his eyes and blinked down at me, a little confused at first, before his gaze flicked lower. The pair of us stood there in awkward silence. I didn't know what to say, and neither did he. I felt like crawling into a corner and never coming out.
"Oh," He cleared his throat. "I...didn't know you were..."
"I-It's not what you think." I tried to deflect, but the look on his face told me he already knew what was going. I felt stupid. My cock, barely 5 inches in length, was all but inches from poking him. He knew what I was into now, or rather, knew I was into him. I felt a dreaded feeling forming in my stomach, the fear of abandonment swelling up in my mind.
"I mean--" He began. "Look, Ren, it's okay, you know? I don't care if you're, y'know, into dudes. I mean, I always kind of thought..."
I stayed silent, afraid I might say something that might make the situation worse for me. He kept my gaze down, though I focus more on my own feet than on anything in front of me. I felt his hand on my shoulder and tentatively glanced up. He was shooting me his signature grin and I felt a little more at ease.
"It's just because...you know." I glanced away from his gaze awkwardly, and he squeezed my shoulder encouragingly.
"Your folks, right? Don't sweat it, Ren. You can be yourself around me." He assured me, and I felt even better, as if a weight had lifted off my shoulders. I relaxed, though I was still a little tense, of course. After all, we were both naked, and being a virgin came with a lot of socially awkward uncertainty.
"You're, uh..." I began awkward, a schoolgirl-ish giggle escaping my lips. "You're quite packing."
"That's what they all say," He seemed amused, but his smile faded for a moment and he glanced towards the door of the shower. "...Hey. Do you want to...touch it? It's your first time, right?"
I didn't think he'd ever pop that question to me. For once, he had a girlfriend. Part of me wanted to bring that up, but that might just make the situation entirely awkward, or put him off. It was selfish of me not to say, but I couldn't help but keep my mouth shut regardless. I looked up at him and then down at the member swinging between his legs, watching the way the water trickled down his flaccid cock and dropped off the end of his foreskin. I reached out, my hand trembling.
I felt the weight of it against my fingers, the rough texture as it dragged against my skin. I could feel it's pulsing warmth against my digits and it's heat spread across my skin, making my tingle. I dipped my hand deeper and cradled the head of his cock against my palm. Fuck. It was warm, intoxicatingly so, and I was desperate to touch more of it. I reached out my other hand and cupped his balls. They were even hotter than his cock, and I could roll them around in my fingers. I heard him groan and realised he was quite enjoying himself. I should have noticed already, but his cock was growing in my hand, pulsing and twitching against my touch.
"Ren," He spoke my name in a hushed whisper, in such a way that my heart did a flip. "We should go somewhere private."
That was a good idea. I stepped back and cleared my throat, awkwardly rubbing the back of my head as he quickly wiped myself down with a hand, cleaning off any damp smell of sweat on me. My own cock was violently twitching, already oozing pre-cum. I couldn't help it-- it was my first experience, and I hadn't even jerked off in days.
Grax reached for his towel, and I scooped up mine, making sure to cover myself as he stepped out of the shower and back to our clothes. We dressed in a hurry, our minds elsewhere as we tried our best to hide whatever erections we were still maintaining. Once my pants were on and my T-Shirt was finally over my head, I collected my things and stuffed them in the bag, quickly following my friend out.
We walked in silence, unsure what to say. There was a quiet, brief conversation about taking his car, and I agreed. We stepped out of the gym and into the dim light. It was getting dark considerably quickly, which surprised neither of us, considering it was autumn. He strode towards his car and pulled open the boot, where we deposited both of our bags, before getting into ut designated seats: him as the driver, and I as the passenger.
"Where're we going?" I asked quietly, and he grunted.
"Somewhere quiet." He muttered, reversing from the car park and merging into the rather spacious traffic, driving down the road.
I shifted in my seat, the seatbelt feeling constricting. I quietly reached over, and wondered for a moment if I might be overstepping my boundaries. I slowly placed my hand on his crotch and he tensed up for a moment, surprise, before shooting a quick glance to me.
"Kinky. But, I don't want to crash today." He reminded me, and I felt my face burning with shame. I nodded quietly and slid my hand back, but I could see the visible bulge in his jeans. He must have been into it.
I wasn't sure where he was taking us, but he eventually parked in what felt like the middle of nowhere, in the car park of an expansive meadow that would have normally been used as a dog park, but was now surprisingly empty at that time of day. I opened my mouth to speak, but he already seemed to realise what I was going to ask.
"Too cold." He told me, and I understood. That was why many people weren't out. He grinned at me and stepped out of the car, and I followed suit, unsure what he was planning. To my surprise, he lingered by the car and simply popped open the door to the back seat, gesturing me to get back in. With a frown, I opened the door in the other side and climbed inside.
"That handle. Pull it." He gestured to the passenger seat I had just been sitting it, and I did as he was told, finding the lever. The seat flipped forwards and mostly flattened, giving us a surprising amount of space. He climbed into his side and shut the door behind him, reaching under the drivers seat and pulling something there, which made the seat slide forwards to give him more leg room. I reached under to do the same to the front.
"So..." He began, now that we were alone, and prepared. "...First time?"
"Um...yeah." I murmured awkwardly, and he slid along on his seat, hooking a hand around me and pulling me in.
"I'll be gentle." He murmured darkly, and I felt my ears flatten against my face.
He pushed me to the side until I was laying flat against the row of seats in the back, with him towering over me, one knee pressed against my side, with his other foot balancing him appropriately. He planted a hand on the window to steady himself and used his free hand to open grope me, tucking his large, meaty hand under his shirt and stoking my stomach. A quiet moan escaped my lips, which only made me more embarrassed.
"So, canines do like belly rubs." He remarked, and I blinked my eyes open.
"Have you never...?" I began, and he shook his head.
"Only once. She was...a little cold, I guess." He shrugged, and I felt his fingers digging against my flesh, stroking in all the right places. I couldn't help but grin, and a giggle escaped my lips. I felt embarrassed; I probably sounded like a child. But when I stared up at Grax's face, he had a fond smile.
"...Am I attractive?" I asked quietly and a degree of uncertainty. I'd always been anxious about my figure, and it's complete lack of any muscles. All the gay porn I'd gawked at online always had strong, muscular men.
"Yes." The dragon spoke in a hushed whisper, and his head dipped lower. I expected his lips to touch mine, and they did, for a moment, leaving be briefly trembling and craving more. Instead, however, his lips travelled down to the nape of my neck as he slid his tongue along my collarbone. He was painstakingly slow and sensual, and I couldn't help but squirm against him, my hands reaching up to hold onto his shoulders. This was better than anything I could have ever imagined.
A quiet sigh escaped my lips as I felt his hand roam. The large mound underneath his shirt drifted up, touching along my average chest and stroking briefly along the nubs of my nipples, before I felt the hand drifting further, touching along my side and my hip, stroking down to my leg. I instinctively hiked my knee up and traced it against his own, and he cupped his hand underneath it, gripping tight.
In a clumsy motion, he rolled us over, hoisting me up and pushing me against the back of the seats as he slid into my position, pulling me onto his lap. He was arguably larger than I and took up more space, which caused his neck to angle awkwardly against the car door. His hands, both of them now free to roam, made a beeline for my behind, where he gripped and squeezed through my jeans.
"I want to see you." His voice dripped with lust, and his aura of dominance was almost suffocating. I nervously sat up and tugged my shirt over my head, revealing the mixture of cream and brown fur. He raised his hands to stroke my body, before his digits flicked down and expertly popped the button of my jeans.
"All of you." He added with a wicked grin, and I felt my cheeks flush. I leant forwards as his thumbs hooked into the waistband of both my pants and my underwear, and I straightened my legs out, balancing myself on his body as he slid my garments past his rump and down my legs. I awkwardly shuffled and moved until I'd successfully kicked them off at least one leg. It didn't hurt to dangle.
I realised then that I was completely naked. I felt a little shy and my hands instinctively drifted towards my cock to hide my aching erection. My groin felt tight, tighter than my chest did right now. Grax raised his hands and gripped my wrists, prying them away from my crotch area, where he took in the sight of me. I gulped nervously as he surveyed my smaller-than-average cock for a moment.
"L...Like what you see?" I asked awkwardly, and he chuckled, grasping a hand onto my hips. He reached his other hand to my back and pulled me down against him, where my head nestled in against his neck.
"I do. But I think I'm a little overdress for the occasion. Do you want to help me?" He suggested, and I felt my cheeks burn. This was it. What I wanted all along.
I pressed my lips to his neck and planted a soft, gentle kiss there, taking in his scent from one of the most potent sources. His hand traced the small of my back, but it wasn't there for long. I descended lower along his body, my fears of being naked slowly melting away as I lost myself in the exploration of his form. His mouth trailed as my hands clumsy tugged and pulled at his clothes, hiking up his shirt to run my lips and hands over his hard plated stomach. It was just how I imagined. Coarse and rough, but the tactile feeling was exhilarating.
I moved lower as Grax yanked his shirt over his head, leaving his top half exposed. I, however, was more interested with his pants. I popped the button on his jeans and slowly slid down the zipper, taking my time, the suspense putting me on edge. I reached up to pry the jeans apart a little at the crotch, before pulling down the sides. Grax lifted his hips so that I could move it back his chunky tail and manly hips. The jeans descended lower and lower, but the boxers remained intact. I left the jeans as his ankles and paused for just a moment, tracing a hand across the top of his bare paw, admiring the toeclaws.
"Are you into that?" He asked me quietly, quirking an eyebrow.
"I-I don't know," I began, feeling a bit put on the spot. "I might like to try it someday."
"Someday, then," He assured him. "But for now..."
"Right." I knew what he meant, and I wasn't about to ignore it. Even from there, I could see the outline of his massive cock, the thick erection that pulsed beneath his boxers, tantalising me, beckoning me closer. It crawled back up against him and pressed my mouth to the outline of his cock. I heard him groan and felt the cock throb beneath me. I was hungry for it, and I could wait no longer. My hands snapped up to the waistband of his boxers and I yanked them down, sliding them past his hips. The cock got caught in the waistband and angled downwards as I went, before it was finally pried free, and flopped back into the air.
It was magnificent. He was hung, stupendously so; 12 inches of cock throbbed in my direction. It was more than twice the size of my own, but then again, he was a dragon, and he was almost 7 foot tall. A cock of any smaller stature might have been an insult to some, but for me, it was perfect. I ran my hands over the length, tracing up to the humanoid head, where I peeled back the foreskin and stared at the oozing pre-cum from the tip.
"It's big." Was all I could say about it, and that apparently amused my friend, who held back a chuckle.
"Not really the best kind of equipment for you first time." He pointed out, and I widened my eyes.
"You wanted to do that? Because we can. I mean, I can try." Fuck it, I was eager, far too eager, and I knew it. Part of me didn't care, the other was ashamed I'd even said it.
"No," He seemed firm on it. "But I have my ideas."
I tried not to look disappointed as I lowered my head, pressing my mouth to his hefty balls and running my tongue against his nutsack. I could taste the brief saltiness of his sweat, smell the lingering taste of his musk along with the faint dampness of the shower. All of it was like heaven to me. I used both of my hands to jerk and squeeze his cock as I slathered saliva across his balls. My cock eagerly twitched between my legs, aching for release. I already felt so close, but I wanted to hold on.
"Oh fuck, Ren...I appreciate this, but let's not end it so quickly." He seemed just as pent up as I was. I could feel the sticky residue of his pre-cum against my thumbs and fingers, and I trailed my head up to see just how gooey it all was. I licked my tongue up and length and scooped the pre-cum into my mouth, gulping it down and enclosing my lips over the tip of his cock. He let out a quiet groan of pleasure and I felt a hot, heavy of pre-cum into my mouth.
"C'mere." He demanded, and I instinctively obeyed, slipping my mouth from the end of his cock. He tucked a hand under my armpit and guided me up his body. my cock dragged against his own before I inevitably settled against him, half-laying in his chest, my cock against his stomach. I wasn't sure what he had in mind, but I was down for it.
His hands reached around my hips and slid me down his body a little, until I felt the warmth of his cock against my behind. I could feel it pulsing against my cheeks, feel the wet pre-cum between my cheeks. He rolled his hips up against me and I pushed my behind back, feeling his member twitch powerfully.
"Are you sure we cant?" I asked quietly, leaning up a bit. "Just the tip."
I saw him sigh through his nose as he looked at me, glancing me up and down.
"Just the tip. It'll hurt otherwise." He insisted, and my smile widened at the thought. I leant back forwards again and felt on his hands hands on my behind as I lifted my ass up, balancing my upper torso against his chest and body whilst I planted a foot on the car floor. Out the corner of my eye, I could see Grax groping the base of his cock, worming it against and adjusting it manually. I reached up to spread my cheeks a little with a hand as I felt the head of his cock slipping between my buns, smearing his gooey pre-cum all around me. He wriggled until he felt the tip pressing against my pucker, and pushed up a little.
I could feel my muscles instinctively want to clench, but I'd read up on enough stuff online to know I needed to relax a little for him to get in. I felt a stab of discomfort as I felt the head of his cock stretching my ring, but I tried not to say anything, or make a sound. It anything, It was actually rather nice: all that gooey pre-cum made it rather easy for him to slip into me.
"Oooh fuck, you're tight." He growled into my ear and I trembled, feeling his cock throb and spurt a hefty load of pre-cum into me, caking my inner walls. He held a hand firmly on his hand, idly jerking himself as my ring clenched and squeezed around the head of his member, unintentionally gripping rather tightly. After a moment, I felt a brief sense of reprieve as the edge of his glans passed my ring and slid into me. I tried to relax my muscles a little more as Grax rolled his hips, burying himself into me barely more than an inch, before tugging back and pressing his glans against the inside of my stretched hole.
The hand he had on my behind descended and I felt it wrap around my cock, which caught my by surprise. I let out a quiet groan and couldn't help but push down into his hand. He followed my thrust by pulling his hand up, peeling back the foreskin on my member. A thick bead of pre-cum dribbled down against his stomach.
I was an awkward position, but for my first time, it was incredible. I tried to push down and take more of his cock, but he forcibly pulled me back up each time. It was clear he didn't want to hurt me, which I appreciated, but I was running on the adrenaline from exercising and the lust of his body. Despite that, as much as I wanted more, he refused to give it to me. He wildly stroked his cock as he kneaded the head of his member into me, barely moving an inch or two each time, his breathing growing more and more ragged. He couldn't keep up the co-ordination of stroking his own member and mine at the same time whilst thrusting, but that was alright with me: the clumsy, irregular strokes were enough to get me off.
I knew I wasn't going to last long. His clumsy strokes, however simple, were the first touch of someone else against my cock that I'd ever had. I soon felt myself going over the edge and I began to moan with earnest. What I didn't expect was the pleasure in my behind to heighten, which made it all the more better.
"F-Fuck, I'm cumming!" I groaned out, but it was too late for him to do anything about it, even if he had ideas in mind. A shuddering groan escaped my lips as I pushed my hips down, and thick ropes of cum shot out from the end of my cock in plentiful throbs. My entire body hummed with the symphony of my orgasm, my skin tingling, my eyes closing. I felt in true and utter bliss for the first time. I emptied myself onto him, each powerful throb accompanied by a tight clenching of my behind, squeezing and milking his cock as I orgasmed.
"I'm close too..." Grax grunted quietly, pushing up against me. I could tell he didn't dare to sink lower, but I did. I pushed my hips down, and this time, he didn't stop me. I felt a stab of pain as I sunk a good 3 or 4 inches of his cock into me, and his hand snapped from his cock to my ass, holding onto me as he thrust up against me, sinking his member in another inch or two. He pounded into me with half of his cock for barely half a minute, before he suddenly stopped.
He let out a long moan and I felt his cock pulsing against me, throbbing and stretching me ring just slightly as he orgasmed. He was pumping his load into me; I don't know how I knew for sure, but it was the warmth in my pelvis that gave me the inkling. His entire body relaxed and he sighed, holding onto me gently, curling a hand around my back as my behind squeezing around his throbbing cock.
"Oh fuck..." He eventually panted, pulling back as he slid his cock from me. I felt the head of his member dislodging from my behind and I squeezed, trying to keep in what he had shot into me. He sat up a little against the seat as I cuddled in against his chest, and his hands roamed my sweaty body, stroking me.
I could tell he was tense. He must have been reminded about his girlfriend somehow, but he didn't say anything. He was eerily quiet. I, meanwhile, was happily nestled against his body, but I felt a black pit in my stomach. I felt guilty. That, for the most part, had cheapened the experience, just a little.
"I'll, uh...I'll take you home." He eventually said, shifting away form me and letting me sit in the back as he gathered his pants, sliding out of the passenger seat and into the cool evening air. He got into the driver's seat and pulled back, driving out of the quiet parking lot.
We sat there in silence, torn between the elation of our sex and the guilt of what we'd done. Neither one of us had wanted to destroy the relationship that Grax had built. I felt the most guilty out of the two of us, or at least, I thought I was. It was me who had initiated, sort of. Me who pushed it too far. I should have said something.
We stopped outside my apartment complex. I had already gotten dressed in the back and was ready to go. I needed to clean myself, and whatever was inside of me, which I desperately tried to hold in for now.
"I'll, uh...see you later?" I asked tentatively, and was met with silence. Wordlessly, I stepped out of the car and around to the boot, opening it up and grabbing my bag.
I felt hands around my side and whirled, wondering if I was being attacked. Instead, I was met with his lips. His smell. His taste. He took me in and I sank into him, drawn in by his passionate kiss, the feeling of his lips against mine. He lingered for far too long and pulled back.
"What we did was wrong..." He began, and I lowered my gaze, ashamed. "...But I want it."
"What about...?" I began, and he shook his head.
"I can't ruin her. Either we can't do this, or I can't do it with her." He began, looking as if he couldn't choose, which was admittedly rather hurtful.
"...I'll end it with her." He decided, and I looked surprised. "Me and her have been a bit rocky for a while now...if you couldn't tell."
So, that's why he seemed to pent up, so eager. I hadn't wanted to pry. I knew that he'd been working a lot, but maybe it had been to avoid her all along.
"No sense in staying in a broken relationship. But this...I don't know. It felt good. Real good. I can't base everything one sex, but..>" He trailed off and shook his head, guiding me back from the boot and closing it behind it.
"Cross that bridge when we get to it," He awkwardly said. "I'll...see you at work, or something."
I couldn't push it. I wanted to invite him in. I wanted more of him. But he had a lot to think about, more than I did. He stared at me for a moment before getting in his car, and I moved to the pavement, heading up towards the apartment building. I saw him pull away and lingered by the door, filled with a sense of both dread and elation.
I hope it would all work out.