Friends With Benefits Chapter 4 (Patreon)

Jason

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

Not even an hour after one of the best orgasms Dylan claims I’ve given him, we’re both in the weight room of the private gym designated for the swim team. We’re alone again, but that’s not really a surprise since other others don’t usually come in for another half hour or so. I suppose that’s one of the good things about trying out for the Olympics—you don’t have to deal with other people who aren’t as committed as you are. 

But being committed to getting into Team USA doesn’t stop me from checking Dylan out as he lies on an inclined bench, his cutoff tee showing off his muscles with each curl of the dumbbells in his hands. 

“You’re staring at me again,” he mutters while continuing his set. 

“Well… I can’t help but admire how good you look doing that,” I say quietly. 

A rose tint colors his cheeks as he says, “Careful there, Jase. You keep talking like that and I’m going to start to think you actually like me.” 

I shrug with one shoulder and wink. “Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t. But I do know that I like what’s in between your legs.” 

He lets out an awkward laugh, and I can’t stop myself from walking over to him and straddling his hips. 

“Shit!” he exclaims, almost dropping one dumbbell onto the floor. 

I take both of them from him and put them on the floor before placing my hands on both sides of the wide headrest, effectively trapping him with my body. 

“What are you doing, dude?” he whispers furiously, brown eyes probing mine. 

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m exercising.” My hips roll against his, our thickening members rubbing against each other with only our thin shorts in the way. 

“This—fuck—this isn’t exercise!” 

I roll my hips again, my fingers reaching down to tease his skin right beneath his waistband. “Mhmm, of course it is. This is cardio, dude. Besides, I still owe you one.” 

“What if someone comes in?”

I lift my hips and tug down his shorts just enough to free him, his hard cock flopping out onto his stomach with a slap. “No one is going to come in right now. And if they do, we’ll see them before they see us.” 

This is probably the best place for us to do this. There’s only one way into the room we’re in, and we’re all the way in the back, so the likelihood of us getting caught isn’t very high. 

Not that we mess around in public often. In fact, the most public place we’ve fooled around in until now has been in the locker room showers. And that’s usually well after we know we’re alone. Even so, there’s a bit of a thrill knowing that someone could technically walk in on us at any moment. 

Dylan shakes his head, his hair falling into his eyes as he does so. “Fine, but we should make it quick then.” 

“Oh, don’t worry, I have an idea that should get us coming in just a few minutes.” 

“Us?” he asks, his voice squeaking on the single word.

Instead of answering him, I get up and quickly pull off my shorts so my legs have the freedom to spread out. 

I sit back down, my legs bracketing his hips, and I line up our hard shafts, gently rubbing them together. 

“Shit!” he hisses, his eyes clenching shut. 

Surprisingly, we’ve never tried this before. But Dylan Hulk smashing through my defenses has me wanting to try everything we’ve denied ourselves. Rules be damned. 

So when I wrap my hand around both our lengths and fuck into my fist, the sensation of his cock against mine is enough to put me right at the edge, even though I’ve barely touched him. 

He rocks his hips into my fist, our leaking heads providing all the lubrication we could need for this little experiment of mine. 

A sigh escapes me as our slick heads rub against each other. And despite being in public, there’s an intimacy in what we’re doing, one that has me leaning down and brushing my lips against his, soft and sweet, like it’s something we’ve done a million times. My tongue slides into his mouth, and just like this morning, there’s an electric shock coursing through me as we perform our little song and dance. 

Pulling apart, I whisper against his mouth, “I’m so close, baby. But I want you to come for me first.” 

Nodding, he breathes, “I’m close too, almost there. Keep going.” 

Our thrusts into my fist become frantic, the obscene sound of our squelching dicks and pants fill the room. And just as he tips over the edge, I hear a door slamming shut somewhere towards the entrance of the gym. 

Dylan’s eyes go wide, but it’s too late to stop, and he lets out a moan as his cock explodes onto his tee. The sight of him soiling his shirt is enough to push me over the edge, and then I’m coming too, bursting between my fist and his cock as my cum lands on him. I can feel his cock throbbing against mine as our loads mix together on his tee.  

The voices of our teammates get closer, and I quickly get off Dylan to pull my shorts on while he pulls his tee off to hide the massive amount of ejaculate staining it. 

Just as I finish adjusting myself, Theo and Leslie walk into the weight room. Theo catches my eye and says, “Hey, dude, we were just talking about you.”

I try to even my breathing, hoping it’s not completely obvious that we just humped each other to completion. “Oh? What were you talking about?”

Theo smirks. “Oh, you know, just about how you almost threw up in the bio lab yesterday.” 

My cheeks heat even more, and just as I’m about to respond, Dylan cuts in. “Fuck off, Theo, or should I tell Leslie about the time you burned off half an eyebrow when you were trying to make popcorn and set off the fire alarm?” 

Theo blanches and mutters through gritted teeth, “It was an honest mistake. How was I supposed to know that you’re supposed to take off the plastic?”

Leslie laughs and says, “Damn, and I thought the puking thing was bad.” She shakes her head and winks at me. “Don’t worry, Jason, we were just messing with you. God only knows how I would react if I had to dissect animals.” 

I chuckle awkwardly and try to edge my way towards the exit when Theo says, “Leaving so soon?” 

“Uh… yeah, it was an intense lifting session. We’re drained,” I reply. 

Leslie hums appreciatively, her eyes flicking back and forth between me and Dylan. Suddenly they widen, and she lets out a little gasp, covering her mouth. 

Theo frowns at her and says, “You okay? You look like you just figured out the answer to Final Jeopardy.” 

Leslie smirks as she keeps looking between us, clearly choosing her words carefully. “Yeah, I just remembered an assignment I had to do.” 

Theo scratches his head and says, “Oh, okay. Well, you can do that later. We gotta get our workout in for today, otherwise Coach will skin us alive.” 

Leslie nods, and they move to their respective machines. As I pass by her, she grabs my arm and whispers, “It’s a shame Theo is too much of a goody two-shoes, otherwise I’d try to do the exact same work out with him that the two of you did.” 

My jaw drops and she just winks at me with a knowing smile.