My Friend's Cocksucker E6 | Getting changed at the gym takes on a different meaning now that he's jerked me off (Patreon)

Everyone is over the age of 18

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“Where'd you end up last night?” Ramon asked.

Nonchalant as per usual. Like jerking me off was nothing out of the ordinary for him. Like watching me get rimmed by some guy was the usual routine. 

“Nowhere. I went home and slept,” I said. We were at the gym in the early morning like we planned. It's the least favourite day for the both of us: cardio day. 

“Yeah, I hear ya. After I blew, it knocked me out.” 

Having conversations about sex in public is foreign to me. Not that there is anyone else working out at this hour except the couple retired looking gentlemen that are regulars as well. Still, it makes me tense up when approaching the topic. Maybe I wouldn't feel this way if we were talking about women.

But we're not. We're talking about how my friend, who I believed was straight for my whole damn life, sharing his very much so male cocksucker with me.

We're talking about how the cocksucker talked me into getting my hole rimmed.

We’re talking about how Ramon gave me a handjob, and how it made me shoot more than usual. 

“So did you like the donut hole service?” Ramon asks as we sync up our rowing pattern on the machine. “Think you're gonna go for seconds?” 

“Yeah, I don't know.” I eye the men on the other side of the gym. 

“It tickles in the right way though, I know,” he says. “Yo, once I had a bitch that was into that. She was real crazy, but she was a good hole licker. Almost as good as Julio.” 

“Uh huh,” I mutter, focusing all my awkward energy into pulling the handles back and forth. 

“He got good fingers too.” 

“I think I'm going to stop early,” I pant. The muscles in my arm burned even as I slowed down. 

“Hell no. We just started getting you laid. This isn't the dad bod club.” Ramon reaches over and increases the tension of the machine. “10 more minutes. Think about all the bellas you're gonna pipe!” 

He's so loud. And I can now confirm that talking about straight sex isn't exactly making it more me feel more at ease.

“Whenever…” Ramon grunts, “I feel like… I can't… anymore… I think about when I'm banging a chick… and she says she's close…”

I hate cardio day with a passion. I can feel sweat dripping down from my back and into my asscrack. 

“Gotta let them finish… if you want them to… come back…” My friend is also pouring sweat from his face. 

The timer went up treacherously slowly, and I felt like sometime between 5 and 7 minutes that a whole year passed. 

“She gonna squirt,” Ramon says jokingly. “Almost there! Let’s go!”

3…2…1! 

“Fucking hell.” I turn off the machine and get up, doubling over to catch my breath. I'm completely drenched in sweat and the machine seat is as well. 

Ramon is in the same state, but he looks happy about the exhaustion. His energy makes me smile as well, and we shake on our accomplishments. 

“I’m ready to call it quits” I say hopefully. 

“We gotta clean the machine first. Nobody wants to see that ass sweat, dude. Maybe Julio.” 

The dopamine rush of exercise crashes down as I remember what I was anxious about. I don't think Ramon notices, or if he did, he didn't say anything. We cleaned up the gym equipment and headed into the changing room. 

“I think I'm going to shower at home,” I say to my friend. 

“Why?” Ramon stops midway from taking off his shirt. His abs look pretty defined in this pose and with sweat giving them a shine. “You're going to smell like swamp ass.” 

“Just feel like it. I'll catch you later?” I can tell from the way he's looking at me that he’s weirded out by my reaction. Still, I turn and walk to the lockers. 

Ramon has a self-proclaimed Latino flair to his personality. He can be a little crass and very open about his opinions. So far, we have never really butted heads, because there has been no reason to. 

“You got a problem with me, you gather your cojones and you talk to me.” 

I turn away from the lockers and see Ramon still dressed in his black tank top and shorts. His arm tattoo is very prominent with the gym pump that he got from the rowing. 

“Spit it out, Gavin. What? You think I’m gay for you cause I gave you a handy?” He does the hand action in front of his chest. “Sheesh, you could've at least given me one before catching an attitude” 

My body went into high alert as alarmingly precise details of our escapade last night rang into the empty change room. The other people we saw at the gym could come in at any moment. 

“What is this? Post-post-post nut clarity? Buddy, it's just sex, for god’s sake.” 

“It's fine! I just wanted to shower at home!” I lie, watching my words deflect off his skepticism. 

“You're not freaked out about last night?” 

“No,” I lie again. 

“Prove it then.” Ramon puts his hands on his hips. “Come shower with me.”

“Alright!” I concede. “I'll meet you in there.” 

“Nuh uh. Let's see those cojones.” He waits, hands still in their position.

“Alright, now I think you're gay for me,” I giggle nervously. Ramon relaxes his posture and smiles. 

“Okay. One for one then.” He pulls off his tank top, then crosses his arms expectantly. I do the same and shove the wet shirt into a bag. “Dude, you got great genetics. We've been doing this for a month and you're already getting ripped.” 

“Thanks.” I touch my abs, which are the most visible they've been since I was 18.

Ramon slides down his shorts, signaling to me with his eyebrow to the same. I comply, and we stand facing each other in our underwear. 

“It's not weird, ok? You just missed that college experimental phase with circle jerks and stuff cause you were off going to Costco with a bitch wife instead,” my friend says, and slides down the remaining piece of clothing off him. His soft cock,surrounded by neatly trimmed pubes, swings as he stands back up straight. “Take it off.” 

“It's just that…” 

“Take it off, Gavin. We're homies.” 

But I'm… 

I take my damp underwear off and am horrified, but not shocked, at how my dick rises. I felt myself getting hard, but I had hoped that it wouldn't become more than a semi once it was out of the underwear. 

But no, it decides to go full mast in front of my friend.

My friend who gave me a handjob.

My friend who made me cum.

“Saving all the experimenting until 30 has you all fucked up,” Ramon says, looking at my hard dick. “If I were you, I'd want to be playing catch up too. Get a fucking finger in your ass, dude. Life's too short to not know what you like.” 

“You can't be serious right now,” I say. My dick embarrassingly twitches at the thoughts he plants in my head. 

“Get a fucking dick up your ass for all I care. You're my friend.” Ramon comes up to me and I automatically cover myself up. “I'm here for you no matter what you want to try. Hug it out.” 

“But I'm…”

“I don't care. Hug.” He probably is the only guy to put on cologne before going to the gym. It still smells fresh, but with just a hint of musk underlying the fragrance.

Our bare chests touch, and I realize how much work I still have to do on my pecs compared to him. 

“Bring it in. We don't do hugs half-assed where I'm from.” 

Shit. 

My hard cock presses into his pubes, and I will my member to stop throbbing as Ramon holds us in place. 

“Do your experimenting. Let me know what you want. I got hookups for pretty much anything.”

Anything? 

When we separate…

Shit.

I can see the wet spot I left on his skin. Maybe he can't see it but I'm sure he can feel it. 

“You smell like ass,” Ramon says. “Truly, as a friend, get in the shower.” 

“I'll be there in a second,” I say. Ramon accepts my answer this time and walks towards the shower. I pull my phone out of the locker and begin a new message. 

“You free today?”