EP26 | Falling For The Hot Straight Gym Bro (Patreon)

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

I was straddling Bryce as I slowly sat deeper onto his rock-hard cock, taking every inch of him inside me.

“Yes, baby, fuck yes, take my dick,” he moaned.

Slowly, inch by inch, I sat deeper down onto his cock, letting it stretch me open; it felt so incredible. When I had finally bottomed out fully, his entire cock now buried deep inside me, I just sat there for a second. I wanted to feel him fully inside me. I wanted that feeling of being completely part of him, like we are one. I continued kissing him, and he kissed me back.

I started bouncing on his cock. I felt wild with horniness, wild with straddling this beautiful man. I put both my hands on his pecs and gripped them tightly, using them to balance myself as I bounced up and down on his dick. He was absolutely rock hard, and I felt it hitting inside me deep with every stroke.

Bryce was moaning now, almost unintelligible.

“Urghhh, fuck…mmm…fuck, yes,” he moaned.

I bounced up and down quicker and quicker.

After a while, I felt his hands gripping my ass, and suddenly, I found myself on my back, and he was on top of me with my legs spread on the sofa. He had swung me around, so he was now on top. He didn't pause for even a second before he continued furiously pounding his cock into me, his thighs slapping against my ass, both of us grunting and moaning loudly. The action movie still played in the background as we fucked. Neither of us cared about it. Both of us were just completely focused on each other.

I held my ankles and pulled my legs back even wider, desperate for this man to be as deep inside me as he possibly could. Bryce grinned when I did that.

“Fuck yes, take that dick, you fucking love my cock, don't you?” He said as he fucked me.

“Yes, Bryce. Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned out.

“I love that ass, Charlie. You have no idea how much I love that ass.” He moaned back at me.

He held my hips as I held my ankles, and he pounded into me. I knew I was about to get another load inside me, and I wanted it desperately.

“Ready for another load? Ready for more of my cum inside that hole?” He asked as he kept fucking me.

“Fuck yes, Bryce, fuck yes,” I replied as I wanked my cock.

He slammed so hard now, pounding me out, absolutely fucking the shit out of me. I was loving every thrust. Then he threw his head back and almost yelled out…

“Urghhhhh fuckkkkk” he moaned.

I felt his cum filling me up.

I felt the warmth in my ass. I fucking love that feeling, and it pushed me over the edge. My cock exploded. Cum flying all over my chest, everywhere. Such an intense orgasm…

Bryce leaned down and started kissing me again, both of us riding the high of our orgasms, his cum filling me up, my cum shooting all over my chest. Holding onto each other, desperate, hungry, needing every second of this as we let it slowly pass.

Here I was again with the hottest man on the planet lying on top of me, breathing deeply as his orgasm passed, his cock still inside me, and his cum filling my hole. How had I got so lucky? I would genuinely never understand, but I wasn't gonna question it, I was just gonna savour this moment, try and remember every detail of it so I could hold onto it forever.

We lay together for a while, just enjoying each other, our post-orgasmic glow.

After a while, Bryce got up. He laughed.

“Well, that was fun,” he said, smiling down at me.

“It was,” I said, laughing.

Both of us just started laughing. I think we both felt so high from this day, high from just being together, high from getting to have lots of fun sex. Bryce got up and walked away. He came back a few minutes later with a towel, and he handed it to me. I cleaned myself off, then he plopped back down on the sofa. He pulled me into him, and we cuddled up. Bryce rewound the action movie, and we started watching it again.

As we watched the movie, I felt him kiss the top of my head. It almost made me cry. We felt so completely like boyfriends, like two people who wanted to be together, so why couldn't we? Why couldn't we just be together? I don't understand, but Bryce had been clear about this. We get today and then back to being friends, just friends, and that's what I'm going to have to take. I pulled myself into him a little tighter.

-

We spent the rest of the day on the sofa. Just being lazy and being together. It was fun. We didn't wear clothes the entire day, just stayed naked.

We would kiss, cuddle, watch movies, and just hang out.

Later in the day, we ordered takeout and a few beers and got a bit drunk. I sucked Bryce's cock again on the sofa and swallowed another load of his as he lay back and moaned the entire time. I wanted as much of this man's cum as I could. Before I wasn't allowed to have it anymore, I wanted to fill up my entire body with it, with him.

-

When it got late, Bryce picked me up from the sofa and carried me to bed. We were both sleepy, and we just got into bed together, and he pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly under the covers as we fell asleep together.

I woke up in the night and could feel his hard cock pressing into my ass.

I rolled over, and our mouths met, and there under the covers, in the darkness of the room, we kissed and felt each other's bodies. Bryce got on top of me and found his way inside me again, my ass opening for him easily this time, welcoming every inch of him back inside me.

We fucked gently, in the dark. Breathing into each other. Knowing this might be the last time.

“God, Charlie, I…you…fuck,” Bryce said as he fucked me gently.

“I know Bryce. I know,” I said.

Our bodies moved together in the dark. It was slow, loving. I wanted to tell Bryce I loved him in that moment. Because I did, fully. I loved this man.

But I didn’t, I just held onto him as he fucked me. Except this time, he wasn’t fucking me, he was making love to me. And we both knew it.

We held each other tightly as we made love under the covers.

After Bryce had shot inside me, we fell asleep together. 

-

The next morning, I woke up before Bryce; he was still sleeping softly. I pulled myself away from him and quietly got dressed. I didn’t want this to end, but I knew it had to, and I just needed to go before it got too hard.

When I was changed and ready to go, I sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Bryce’s arm.

“Morning, sleepy head”, I said.

He stirred, his eyes slowly opening as he looked up at me.

“Oh, hey, what time is it?” He said as he yawned.

“It’s half seven, I gotta head off,” I lied.

I don’t have anywhere to be, but I needed to go. It was just going to get harder the longer I stayed.

“Oh ok. You don’t want a coffee?” he asked, hopefully.

“No. It’s time I go Bryce,” I said.

“I had a great time,” he said.

“Me too, the best,” I replied.

“I’m sorry I can’t…” he trailed off.

“I know. I don’t wanna lose you as a friend,” I said.

I kissed him on the top of his head.

“Gym Wednesday?” I said, trying to sound casual.

“For sure,” he replied.

I got up and headed to the door; I turned back around and looked at him in bed one more time. He was so beautiful.

“See ya, Bryce,” I said.

“See ya, Charlie,” he replied.

I left.

When I got into the lift, I was trying hard not to cry. I could feel it building, this huge wave of emotion. The price I knew I would pay for yesterday.

I let his building and got out onto the street. I started walking towards mine, and then I felt the tears come.

I cried the whole way home.

I told myself not to fall in love with him, but I did anyway.

-

Over the next few days, I felt down, but I tried to remember how great the time Bryce and I had had and that I did not want to lose him. Going forward as just friends was how we did that. He was with Sarah, and that’s what he wanted. I had to respect it. 

Bryce and I worked out together on Wednesday as agreed, and everything was normal. I didn’t head to the showers afterwards; I didn’t need the temptation of seeing him naked. I also signed up to some dating apps again; I needed to meet new people, other available gay men. No more falling in love with straight guys for me.

-

A few weeks later, things felt mostly back to normal. I had been on a few dates, nothing special, but it was nice to date and feel desired again. Adam had messaged me a few times, and we had been chatting, but I hadn’t agreed to another date yet. I preferred casual dates and fun for now, and I knew he wanted more. 

Bryce and I were going to the gym together again and had got drinks a few times. I was working hard to be a good friend, asking him about Sarah and how things were going, and he was asking me about my dating life. As agreed, we hadn’t talked about the last time we had spent together at his place and what had happened.

He did tell me a bit about their sex life, though; Sarah was very open-minded and quite kinky. I often changed the subject when it came up, as it was too hard to hear Bryce talk about sex. I would get hard and just want to jump him…

-

Then one day, I got a text from Bryce asking if I wanted to come to his place on a Friday night to hang out with him and Sarah. I hadn’t really hung out with them both since the party when I first met her. I felt Bryce had been keeping us apart, which I didn’t mind, as I found it tough to see them together, but here he was suggesting a hangout for just the three of us at his place. 

I said yes. Maybe I shouldn’t have. But I found it hard to say no to Bryce, and I wanted to be a good friend.

But I had a bad feeling…

-

On Friday, I arrived at Bryce’s flat. Music was playing as he opened the door and greeted me with a big bear hug.

Sarah was already in the living room. She smiled warmly as I arrived.

“I’m so glad we all get to hang out! I never get to see you, and I know you mean so much to Bryce,” she said, hugging me.

“Thanks for the invite; it’s great to see you,” I said, trying to sound as happy as she did about this night together.

They poured drinks, and we all sat together in the living room, chatting and listening to music. My apprehension began to fade as the night wore on. Sarah was fun. She was friendly and smart, and she made good conversation. I could see why Bryce liked her so much. 

As the night went on, we all got progressively drunker.

I went to the bathroom at one point, and when I came back, Sarah had a bottle of vodka out and squealed excitedly as I came back into the room.

“Let’s get this party started properly!” she said as I walked back in.

I laughed nervously.

“Let’s play truth or dare,” she said.

“Babe, that’s going to give us the worst hangover tomorrow,” Bryce said.

“Come on! It’ll be fun, and I wanna properly get to know Charlie,” she pleaded. “So we take turns asking truth or dare. If you don’t want to do either, you can pass, but if you do, you have to take a vodka shot. And they’ll be big shots!” 

Bryce laughed, “ok sure!”

This seems like a bad idea. There was a lot of truth I didn’t want Sarah or Bryce to know. But I also didn’t want to be doing any dares.

I couldn’t be the buzz kill, though. I’m sure it’ll be easy stuff.

“Sure,” I said, laughing at Sarah’s excitement, too.

She poured out some large vodka shots into glasses and put them on the table in front of us.

“Ok, I get to go first. Charlie, truth or dare?

I really didn’t want to do some horrible dare, and surely she’ll just ask some pretty easy question…

“Truth,” I replied.

“Have you and Bryce ever had sex?” Sarah said while looking straight at me.

I must have gone bright red. Holy shit, she went straight in with a full-on question.

What the fuck do I do? If I drink that, basically, it answers the question anyway…and if I answer it truthfully, I have to say yes.

My eyes caught Bryce’s...I couldn’t read him in this moment.

What do I do?

“I…uh…” I stumbled.

I knew this night was a bad idea.

And we had only just started.