Full Contact 🥊 - Part 5 | 🍑 PT Exclusive (Patreon)

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Part 5: You Gay?

"You gay or something? Not like I care, but just curious."

Kevin stood there dripping, towel slung low around his hips, semi-hard cock pressing against the fabric in a thick outline. The steam still clung to his skin, making his tattoos look darker, wetter. My own cock stood proud at six inches, rigid and aching, tip flushed and leaking a clear bead that the towel barely hid. The locker room felt smaller than the stall, air thick with the scent of soap and sweat and something heavier now.

I swallowed, throat dry. "Yeah."

The word came out quiet, but it landed. Kevin's eyes flicked down to my towel, then back up to my face. He let out a low laugh, not mocking, just surprised and easy. "Cool, man. No judgment."

He shifted his weight, the towel slipping a fraction lower, the head of his cock peeking just past the edge. Blood was still flowing, thickening him further. I could see the vein along the shaft starting to stand out under the skin.

"So," he said, voice dropping a little, "What do you think… you find me hot?"

He laughed right after, like he was testing the water, but his eyes stayed on mine, steady, waiting.

I nodded once, slow. "Yeah."

"What about me?" He tilted his head, grin tugging at his mouth. "The tats?"

I looked at his arms, ink wrapping thick around biceps and forearms, still shiny from the shower. "The tattoos are hot. The way they move when you flex."

He flexed his arm casual, muscle popping under the skin. "These?"

"Yeah. And your abs." My voice came out rougher. "The way they cut in, all the ridges."

He ran a hand down his stomach, fingers tracing the lines. "These?"

I nodded again, eyes following his hand. "And your pecs. The way they sit, solid. Everything."

My gaze drifted lower without meaning to, landing on the bulge beneath his towel. The fabric tented more now, the shape clear, long and heavy.

Kevin noticed. His grin widened a touch. "And what about my cock?"

He hooked a thumb under the towel edge and let it drop. It pooled at his feet. His cock hung thick between his legs, six and a half inches soft but already lifting, head flushed darker than the shaft, foreskin pulled back natural, pubes dark and trimmed short around the base. Water still clung to the length, a slow droplet sliding from the slit down the underside.

I stared, mouth dry. "Uhm, I think..."

He took one step closer, then another, closing the gap until he was standing inches from me. "Why don't you get a closer look? I ain't gay or anything, but you can look."

The words hung between us. He stood there naked, confident, semi-hard cock thickening with every second, veins starting to map the surface. I could smell the clean soap on him mixed with the faint musk of his skin after the workout. My own cock throbbed hard against the towel, leaking steady now.

I stepped half a step forward, eyes locked on his length. "It's... thick. Long. The head's really smooth. The way it curves up a little."

He exhaled slow, watching me describe it. "Keep going."

"The veins. They're starting to stand out more." My voice shook. "And the way it lifts when you breathe."

Kevin's cock responded, hardening further, rising slow until it pointed straight out, full six and a half inches now, rigid, head swollen and shiny. A bead of pre formed at the tip.

"Fuck," he muttered, looking down at himself. "This ain't my usual thing, but your words got me going."

I kept talking, shy, voice low. "Your quads too. The way they flex when you shift. Thick. Powerful."

He flexed one leg, muscle bunching hard under skin. His cock jumped with the movement, slapping lightly against his abs.

"Look at what you've done, man." He laughed, but it came out rougher. "I have to take care of this before heading back upstairs now."

I felt the shift inside me, nerves giving way to something bolder. "I don't mind helping you out with that. I mean... if you want to."

Kevin looked down at his cock, then back at me. "You serious?"

I nodded, barely breathing. "I mean..."

He studied my face for a second. "If you insist, but I am not gay, man. If you really want to..."

He walked backward slow, until the back of his knees hit the bench. He sat, naked ass settling on the wood, legs spreading wide. His cock stood straight up now, thick and veined, head glistening, balls heavy below. He leaned back on his hands, watching me.

I walked toward him, knees weak, and lowered myself until I knelt between his spread thighs. His cock was right there, inches from my face, heat radiating off it, the scent of clean skin and faint musk filling my lungs. My own cock throbbed painfully, untouched, leaking against the towel still wrapped around me.

Kevin looked down, breath coming a little faster. "Go on then."I leaned forward slow, breath catching as my lips brushed the head of his cock. Kevin exhaled sharp, thighs tensing under my palms. The skin was hot, smooth, tasting faintly of soap and salt from the shower. I opened wider, taking the swollen head into my mouth, tongue flat against the underside. He groaned low, hand settling light on the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair without pulling.

"Fuck, Jonah." His voice came out rough, almost surprised. "That's it... yeah man."

I moved careful at first, lips sliding down the shaft, feeling every vein pulse against my tongue. Six and a half inches filled my mouth, thick enough to stretch my jaw, but I relaxed, breathing through my nose. Water still dripped from his pubes onto my chin as I worked deeper, hollowing my cheeks on the upstroke. His cock throbbed heavy, growing even harder, head nudging the back of my throat. I swallowed around him, throat fluttering, and he bucked once, involuntary, hips lifting off the bench.

"Shit, man." He laughed breathily, but the sound cracked. "Didn't expect... that."

I hummed around him, the vibration making him groan again. My own cock ached untouched, six inches rigid against the towel, leaking steady onto the fabric. I rocked forward, taking more, nose brushing the coarse hair at his base. His scent overwhelmed, clean musk and heat, filling my lungs every time I inhaled. Hand on his thigh, I felt the muscle flex, quads bunching as he fought to stay still.

Kevin's fingers tightened in my hair, guiding gentle. "Fuck... yeah, like that." His abs contracted above me, ridges sharp under damp skin, tattoos shifting with each breath. I looked up through my lashes, caught his eyes locked on my mouth stretched around him, pupils blown dark.

"You're good at this." He muttered, voice low. "Fuckin' good."

I pulled back slow, tongue swirling the head, tasting the bead of pre that welled up. Salty, thick. I licked it off deliberate, then sank down again, faster this time, lips tight, hand wrapping the base to stroke what I couldn't reach. He hissed, hips rolling small, chasing the wet heat. The bench creaked under his weight as he leaned back farther, legs spreading wider, giving me room.

My jaw ached pleasant, spit slicking down his shaft, dripping onto his balls. I cupped them gentle, rolling the heavy sac, feeling them draw up tight. Kevin's breathing turned ragged, chest heaving, nipples hard points in the cool air. "Close, man. Real close."

I sped up, head bobbing steady, tongue pressing firm along the underside. His cock swelled thicker, pulsing hot against my tongue. Hand on my head tightened, not forcing, just holding. "Gonna... fuckin’ cum."

He came hard, hips jerking once, twice, thick spurts hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed reflex, throat working around him, milking every pulse until he shuddered out the last. His cock twitched soft in my mouth, spent, head sensitive. I pulled off slow, lips swollen, chin wet, tasting him still on my tongue.

Kevin exhaled long, head tipped back, chest rising and falling. "Jesus." He laughed quiet, dazed. "That was... fucking intense man."

I wiped my mouth, knees aching on the tile, cock still hard and leaking. He looked down at me, eyes soft for a second, then grinned easy.

"Up." He reached a hand, pulling me to my feet gentle. I stood shaky, towel slipping low. He glanced at my erection, then back up. "You good?"

"Yeah." Voice hoarse. "I'm good."

We dressed quiet, towels dropped, shorts and t-shirts pulled on damp skin. He tied his laces, casual as ever. "Don't make this a thing, alright? Just... helped each other out."

I nodded quick. "Yeah. No thing."

We climbed the stairs together, gym lights off behind us. Upstairs, the apartment smelled like my earlier cooking, warm and familiar. Kevin grabbed two beers from the fridge, cracked them open, handed me one. We sat on the couch, knees brushing accidental. He took a long pull, throat working.

"Good session overall." He said, voice back to normal. "Punches next time. You'll crush it."

I smiled small, sipping. "Looking forward to it."

His knee stayed against mine, warm through the fabric. Subtle, but there. I felt the shift inside, safety in the vulnerability, straight pretense cracked but not broken. Heat still lingered low in my belly, the taste of him faint on my tongue. Feel-good settled deep, like I'd found something solid.

Later, alone in my room, I lay in bed, replaying every second. His groan, the pulse against my tongue, the way he looked down at me. My cock hardened again, hand slipping under my boxers. I stroked slow, chasing the memory, release coming quick and quiet. Sleep pulled after, but the question stayed. Would it happen again? Boundaries blurring, lines softening. The pull stronger now, undeniable.

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