Chapter 4
Chase
“Marketing is doing it on purpose,” Ziggy said, looking me up and down.
The new branded sweats for the trainers were a lighter shade of gray than the older model. Even in the poor lighting of the staff locker room, the fabric and cut were hella revealing. Ziggy had already opted for the more modest, dark-blue version.
“We’re here to represent and motivate.” I winked at him, and he snickered.
“Dude. I can see you’re circumcised.”
I shrugged, then turned to check my ass in the mirror. “I won’t be wearing these at work.”
Ziggy frowned. “Where will you wear them? Do you have a second job as a stripper or something?”
Waggling my eyebrows, I touched my butt with a finger and made a sizzling sound. Ziggy ignored my antics.
“I guess they could work as pajama pants in winter,” he muttered. “But jeez, you can really tell the leadership values our professionalism, huh? Those sweats might as well have googly eyes above the bulge.”
I changed into my workout shorts and stuffed the new sweats into my bag. I already knew who would appreciate them.
I had a morning shift, so I came home early. Jay would be here at seven.
After fixing a simple pasta salad for dinner, I tidied the apartment, changed the sheets, gave myself a close shave, and took a long shower.
Then I stood in front of the mirrored door to my closet, wearing my new sweats.
I wouldn’t venture out in those pants without compression underwear.
Commando, I looked obscene, my soft dick so well outlined the ridge stood out.
I paired the pants with a tight white tank top that showed off my shoulders and arms.
Based on what Jay had let slip so far, his reaction could be fun. I wanted him to swallow his tongue when I opened the door.
He’d messaged that he wanted to be home before nine, so we had only a little more than two hours. No reason to be shy, right?
Upon further consideration, I pulled the tank top over my head and tugged the sweats lower. The V of my abdomen and the trail of hair below my belly button pointed like an arrow to my cock.
Yeah, that was as far from shy as one could get.
Was I overdoing it?
Obviously.
Maybe it wasn’t such a great idea after all. I wanted to surprise him, not shock him. Besides, this outfit would only play into the stereotype I was trying to get away from; I didn’t want to be just the boy toy he enjoyed fucking once a week.
Suddenly questioning everything, I began rooting around for a loose T-shirt to cover myself up when the doorbell rang.
A random T-shirt in hand, I went to let Jay into the building through the intercom when a knock directly on the door startled me.
I opened it, and there he stood.
“A neighbor let me in…” he began, then paused, lips parted.
His gaze raked up and down my body, lingering on my chest before settling on my groin.
“Holy shit, Chase. Do you go to work in these?”
I gulped. I should have put on the T-shirt.
“No. But I…thought you might like them. Too much?”
Jay walked in, closed the door, and leaned against it, still staring. I felt my face heat. He twirled a finger in the air, gesturing for me to turn around.
So I showed off for him, my arms spread.
“Yeah,” he breathed. “It’s way too much. Nobody has the right to look this slutty.”
My laughter got cut off when he sank to his knees, still dressed and with his shoes on, and grabbed my waistband. The T-shirt fell from my hand.
He tugged me close and nuzzled my hardening dick.
“I could eat you up.”
Mouthing my cock through the cotton, he looked up, eyes glinting with mischief.
“I made pasta salad for dinner,” I said dumbly.
Jay smiled.
“I want to suck you off first. Then we can eat, and after that, you fuck me through the mattress.”
“Uh-huh. Great plan.”
By that point, there was a tent pole under those damned sweats. Jay carefully tucked the fabric below my rearing dick and sucked the tip in. A groan tore out of my chest. God, I’d missed this. It had been almost a week since we’d last met.
He was so good at this, self-assured and greedy. Even with his lips wrapped around my girth, I could see hints of a smug smile around his eyes. I stroked his cheek, and his gaze got more tender.
I’d missed him.
I’d been looking forward to kissing him, but I’d do that later. The wet warmth around my cock was clearing up the mess in my head, replacing it with simple things, like want and impatience.
With his palms on my cotton-covered ass, he bobbed his head. He encouraged me to thrust with a light pressure on my ass cheeks.
When I palmed the back of his head, he moaned around my dick.
I tested how deep I could go, how fast, a little more, and he just stroked my ass. Before I knew it, I was fucking his throat, and Jay made the most delicious noises of contentment.
“I’m close.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“I’ll come right into your throat.”
“Mmm!” His fingers dug into my ass.
“You want my cum? Yeah?”
I didn’t take my eyes off his face until the orgasm blinded me. He swallowed everything, then suckled on my cockhead until I began softening.
Licking his lips, he stood and tucked me back into my sweats. Then he ran his hands over my bare chest.
“I love this outfit on you.” He gave me a peck on the cheek, but before I could kiss him, he turned away. “Let’s have dinner.”
I hung his jacket as he took off his shoes, then followed him to the kitchen corner. My head was still full of pink fog after the orgasm because the next thing that came out of my mouth was, “I can’t believe you just did that.”
“Sucked you off right by the door? Wasn’t that what you were going for, dressing up for me?”
I snickered. “Not literally. But I did put them on because I thought you’d like them.”
Jay’s smile widened. “I do. Love your dick in them. I get wet just looking at you.”
Things could be so simple and easy with Jay.
We ate dinner, joking about why my gym decided to dress their trainers like fuckboys and how I should always welcome Jay in nothing but gray sweatpants. Maybe it had been a good idea after all.
After we put the dishes into the dishwasher, he took my hand, walking confidently to my bedroom.
We still had more than one hour before he had to go.
I fucked him over the edge of the bed, hard and fast, making him come quickly.
I held off. His second orgasm had him whimpering, his hole clenching on my tongue, slick pouring out.
He got all pliant and mellow after that, and I spooned him on the bed, fucking him nice and slow, staying deep, our hands roaming his slightly distorted belly.
“Fuck, I’m so damned lucky,” he murmured.
“Why?”
“Seems I stumbled upon the best dick in the city.”
“Stumbled? And fell on it?”
He laughed, and I thrust harder, turning it into a moan.
“Like I said. Lucky.”
“We both are. Best dick in the best hole.”
“Pity there aren’t any fucking championships. We’d be winning medals.”
I chuckled. “I can last long, but not that long.”
“Endurance…is not…the deciding factor.” He curved his spine, taking me deeper. “We’d get the highest score for…mmm…technical skills, presentation…and choreography.”
“Choreography?” I asked, and lifted his thigh to spread him out wider. Straddling his lower leg, I rose on my knees and thrust into him harder from a new angle, and Jay arched, crying out.
“Ten points! Perfect.”
“Strange that you can still talk.”
“Aah. Barely. Fuck!”
Even as I barreled toward orgasm, I was grinning. Jay came before me, tweaking his nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and I succumbed to pleasure gratefully, his hole squeezing my length.
For a while, we didn’t move. A couple of aftershocks ran through Jay’s body. His eyes remained closed, and he was breathing hard.
When I started to soften, I pulled out and propped myself up on my elbow beside him.
Finally, he let me kiss him on the lips. He opened his mouth for me, letting me caress his tongue with mine. I worried he’d end the kiss too soon. Jay didn’t like it when I got too gentle. It weirded him out, and I probably knew why, but I didn’t want to think about it. Not now.
Instead of breaking the kiss, he threaded his fingers through my hair.
Yes. This was so much better. I gathered his small body to mine, hugging him close, as I deepened the kiss.
Fuck, I’d missed him so much. He’d leave again in mere minutes. When he broke the kiss and pulled away, I bit back a curse.
“When can I see you again?” I blurted. I couldn’t help it.
I wanted him to stay right here and kiss me until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
“I could do Wednesday after work.”
“Shit. I have an evening shift. Thursday?”
“Can’t. Friday at seven to half past nine?”
“Can you stay longer?”
His eyebrows drew together. “Maybe.”
The mood changed, but that was my fault. I needed to tone it down a notch. If things got too serious, Jay might run for the hills, and the option terrified me.
I rolled on top of him and bit his bottom lip.
“I’m working on a record. And since we got the best dick and the best hole in the metropolitan area, I think we have a fair chance.”
There was that playful smile I loved. “What’s your goal?”
“Three orgasms for me and seven for you in one evening. That’s a nice round total of ten.”
“Ten in one evening? Ambitious.”
I nodded, trying to look as serious as possible. “That’s why we need four hours.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
Suppressing the urge to cover his smiling face with kisses, I pecked his nose and rolled off.
He got up and headed for the bathroom.
“Shower with me?” he called over his shoulder.
I was already scrambling after him.
“Whatever you want.”
If he only knew how much I meant that.
We did reach the record. Not that I’d been so focused on that.
When Jay came to my place on Friday, we simply couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
We fucked on the floor just a few steps away from the door, ate naked in bed, and fucked two more times before he had to go.
Out of the nearly four hours we spent together, we must have been joined for more than two.
The clock ticked mercilessly, and I cradled him to me, trying to stay inside him as long as my exhausted dick remained half hard. It occurred to me that maybe all this fucking, as amazing as it was, worked against me.
I should talk to him more. What was he thinking right now? He was running his fingers along my forearm absentmindedly, eyes closed. I couldn’t ask him—that would be too intense. Fuck, this was so frustrating. It felt like I was getting to know him, but I wanted more than just banter between fucks.
Would he have dinner with me outside these four walls? I should take him out on a proper date. But what if he said no and things got weird?
I didn’t say anything. After a while, Jay lifted my arm and moved away.
“I’ll take a quick shower, okay?”
“Sure.”
The bathroom door clicked. In ten minutes, he’d be gone.