Chapter 45 My Sexy Gym Partner MM 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
LUCA;
I'm obsessed with my gym partner. Utterly and completely obsessed. And no, not in a platonic way. In an erotic, filthy and sinful way.
His name is Ethan.
Yes, I'm fucking straight. The mere idea of another man touching me in that manner, was repulsive to say the least. Should be a disgusting.... demonic act.
I detested the thought of it...but it was such a shame that I had no control of my body's reaction. Of my thoughts. They were filthy and borderline pornographic on the things I imagined he'd do to me, or the things I'd would love to explore with him.
I never wanted to feel this way, but I couldn't help it.
Ethan was tall, broad, built like he had chiseled himself out of pure discipline. Everyone knew he was gay. Confident about it too. Walked like he owned the room.
And worse—he always looked at me like he owned me.
My nights were more terrible. But it was always like every other night.
I'd lock my door, lay in my bed and I would see him. As usual.
Saw his delicious muscled chest. His arms...his mouth. Making me wonder what it would feel like to have him pin me to a post and do whatever he wants with me. Making me wonder what it would feel like to be completely at his mercy.
I tried to stop...but I find myself watching things I shouldn’t. I could feel myself losing control to the dirty fantasies in my head.
But then....I hated mornings.
Not because of the workouts. Not because of dragging myself out of bed before the sun.
I hated mornings because he was always there.
Same time. Same weights. Same way he stared at me with those fuck me eyes of his.
Every. Damn. Day.
He was across the room benching, chest flexing, sweat rolling slowly down his collarbone. It was stupid how strong he was. How calm. How he kept throwing those slow, hungry eyes at me like he was challenging me. But I pretended not to notice. I always did.
I wasn’t… like that. I wasn’t.... whatever he thought I was. Still, his stare always burned through me.
The gym speakers blasted music, girls giggled and stared whenever I walked in. Normally I enjoyed it. It proved something—proved I was normal, masculine.
But none of their attention mattered when he walked in.
“Morning, handsome,” Ethan called out, his voice low and teasing.
I didn’t look up. “Don’t talk to me.”
“You’re in a mood today.” He wiped sweat off his face. “Rough night thinking about me?”
I gritted my teeth, and regarded him with an irritated look. “Shut the fuck up."
A girl tapped my shoulder. “Luca, need help with spotting?”
I kissed her...quick, just to shut her up. She squealed. But even while my lips were on hers, I could feel Ethan’s eyes watching. And I didn’t know why it hit me harder than it should.
Ethan walked past, brushing my shoulder. “Cute. Trying too hard, big boy.”
Heat shot through my face. “Can you try minding your damn business sometime?”
“Oh, but you make that impossible.” He leaned closer, breath brushing my ear, his voice low enough so only I could hear, “ One day, I'm going to fuck you, Luca..." my dick jerked, and I held my breath, my fists clenching by my sides, "I promise you. I am going to break that little fantasy world of yours. And when I do…” his smirk widened, “You wouldn’t look at another woman again.”
My heart hammered in my chest, and I could feel my veins spiking with rage.
“Only in your dreams,” I snapped back, hoping I did well to hide the tremor in my voice.
“We’ll see," he winked at me and turned.
I tried to stay away from the gym after then, but I couldn't miss my workouts, and the next morning as I walked in, he was right there. I told myself I wouldn’t look at him, but it was hard. My mind had shut off, and my dick had taken all control.
This time, the air around us felt tensed, too charged...
I finished early and headed to the showers, trying to reset myself. Hot water cascaded down my back, dripping down my body while I leaned a hand on the wall to steady myself, my thoughts straying to Him.
Fuck.
Slowly, I raised my hand to my aching dick, cursing slightly as I wrapped my palm around it, feeling it jerk and twitch in my hold.
Fuck you, Ethan.
What the hell have you turned me into?
My hand moved over my dick in slow strokes, the sound of the running water drowning out the slick sounds of my hand fisting my dick.
I bit back a groan, my head falling back against the tile wall as I imagined those dark eyes watching me. Those full lips wrapped around something other than a water bottle. I gave myself a brutal squeeze at the base, trying to regain control.
But control was the last thing I wanted right now. My hips bucked forward, seeking more friction against my palm. My other hand moved up to tease my nipple piercing, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my dick. I hissed at the sensation, my hand moving faster on my length.
I hated what I was doing. Jerking off to the thought of a...man. Shame coiled in my guts but I couldn't deny that he was the only one who could make my dick swell and leak with precum in my shorts, with just a single look.