My cock throbbed in my shorts.“OK,” I said.His voice shifted, just slightly.“Good.”Then casually, almost like he was bored: “You can lick my balls while you’re doing it. Gay sex All I knew was that I’d be here again tomorrow at 5:30, hoping—maybe a little scared even—he’d ask for more.“Hold it,” he said, voice steady.I locked my knees wide, chest up, sweat dripping from my chin. My face was flushed, lips swollen, body burning. A hand to my shoulder. Spotted you. Not when his own sweat dripped onto my arms and neck. The taste of sweat. Like torment.He stopped in front of me, tilted his head slightly.“You’re still not improving.”I blinked up at him, dazed. Same gym, same silence. But I wasn’t. The taste of sweat. Heavy. Maybe it was the heat, or the way the lights flickered faintly in the corners, or just how soaked I already was thirty minutes in. “What?”“Your form,” he said.
