“I’m gonna come.” I rasp, just as the first spurt releases, hitting Charlie’s tongue and then dripping down onto his chin.
I keep going, shuttling my hand over my length, and milking every drop of cum out onto Charlie’s face and tongue. He moans, taking it all without complaint.
When I’m wrung dry, my body goes lax. I fall to the side, careful not to land on Charlie, but rather next to him.
We both bask in silence for a while, trying to catch our breath and calm our racing hearts.
Eventually, Charlie shifts up the bed, resting his head on the pillow. He pats the bed next to him. I scramble up, lying down facing him, and tugging him into my arms, with his head tucked under my chin.
“I’m sorry I ghosted you.” I whisper into his hair. “I couldn’t imagine hurting you again. But then I guess I ended up doing it anyway, just in a different way.”
Charlie nuzzles my skin. “It’s okay, Kip. I forgive you. But please, don’t do it again. I don’t easily trust people, but I’m letting you in. Don’t make me regret it.”
“Never.”
Chapter Sixteen
Kip
Pump It
When I woke up, still in Charlie’s bed with his nose buried in my chest and his arm slung over my waist, I couldn’t help but smile.
And that smile still sits on my face, even though I had to get up early to meet a client at seven a.m., I’m still beaming. Charlie was still asleep when I left, but I sent him a text to let him know I had to bounce out early.
Kip: mornin’ sweetheart. thx 4 last nite. i wanted to keep sleeping w/ u, but had to get to work early
It’s my first day back since being turned, and because I called out sick so much, I have a very busy day of personal training clients ahead of me. Honestly, I don’t mind being super busy with work anyway. I love my job. I mean, what’s not to love? I get to work out, and help other people work out. I love showing people their potential, and helping them work on their confidence and strength. Whenever I’m a bit down, which is very rare (with the exception of the last week, because well, you know), I always pump some iron and it perks me right up. Watching clients become stronger versions of themselves also never fails to put a smile on my face.
When I was fourteen, I was put into foster care. Working out became my calm place, the only way I could find peace. My parents were killed in a car accident. A deer ran out in front of their car, and in order to avoid hitting it my Dad swerved. Instead of hitting the deer, they hit a tree. It’s been eleven years since then, and I don’t know what I would’ve done without being able to put all my energy into lifting. It was a super dark time in my life. I definitely wasn’t the happy-go-lucky dude I am now. But lifting gave me the confidence and strength to get through every day.
That’s why I decided to become a personal trainer, to help others gain confidence.
My first client of the day, Joey, is a trans man who is working to build up their body to reflect a more masculine looking physique. Every time he notices new muscles or gains, he lights up. I love that shit. That’s my job, helping people realize their dreams.
“Dude, look at those lats!” I grin, meeting Joey’s eyes in the mirror.
He smiles back, bright joy radiating from his face. “I know. I look fucking awesome, Kip!”
“Damn right you do, buddy. Keep up the good work. I’ll see you Monday, alright?” I give his shoulder a slap.
“Thanks, Kip! See you Monday.” Joey gathers his stuff, heading off towards the locker rooms.
“You’re looking pretty upbeat this morning.” Tyson walks up to me, having just got in to work for the day. “I wonder if it has something to do with you not coming home last night.”
Instantly, my guard goes up and my mood wants to dip. It never used to be like this with Tyson. But this has changed this last week. He’s not the same dude I knew before.
“I just love being here, Tyson. I like helping people.” I shrug, picking up my water bottle to take a deep glug.
“Hmmm.” Tyson eyes me. “It’s good to see you out of your bedroom and back in the real world.”
“Yep, well, I couldn’t stay locked up forever. I have a life to keep living.” I gather my stuff, moving to go meet my next client. “Anyway, I’ve got a client who should be here any minute. See ya.”
I can tell Tyson wants to say more, but I don’t give him a chance, instead leaving him standing there while I head out to the lobby area.
“Hey, Allie, you ready to get started?” I call out, spotting my next client walking into the building.
“Kip! You know I am.” She beams at me.
