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Hissing,I thrust my head back, paying for it when my skull slammed into one of the lockers, sending shock waves down my spine. I felt his mouth pull off and grabbed the back of his head, pulling it to me again. “Don’t you dare, I’ll live.”
It didn’t help that the newest addition was pretty good with his mouth despite ‘not doing this much.’ Yeah, okay, because I hadn’t heard that before; and almost every single time it was a damn lie. It was a lie I could get over easily because it usually meant they could make my toes curl. It wasn’t quite toe-curlingly good, but still good enough to get off before someone else came into the locker room.
I kept an eye on the door. I could see enough that if it opened, I’d have time to react before getting caught. Anyone coming in wouldn’t immediately spot us as I stood with my clothes forgotten on the bench and my towel over my shoulder rather than around my waist. They also wouldn’t notice one of the newer additions to Arete, Logan, kneeling with my dick lodged in his throat. And so long as I kept my mouth shut and didn’t attract attention, we’d get away with it just fine.
My eyes drifted to one of the full-length mirrors on the locker room wall. When there were on-site gym facilities, it didn’t hurtto have a place for people to check themselves out. And what a sight the two of us were. My blond hair was plastered to my forehead from the workout I’d gotten, and while the sweat had mostly dried from the air conditioning, I still looked slightly oiled.
Even better was the sight of my dick disappearing into the mouth and then throat of the dark-haired man who knelt before me. He’d only been here a week, but had been cocky from the moment he’d shown up. I’d made it my mission to see just how cocky he could be. I didn’t think you could get much cockier than having someone’s cock lodged in your throat, and now I would always know that under the smirk was a man happy to get on his knees and suck someone dry if they were hot enough, and their dick was big enough.
“Fuck,” I groaned softly, knowing we were still alone. “Keep going.”
Arete Resort was one of those wellness places where you were supposed to show up, and the on-site staff helped you better yourself. There was a lot of talk about taking control of your life and relieving pent-up emotions. To be fair, I’d found a way to do that on my own. Sex between people in the resort wasn’t prohibited, but as I’d learned from previous visits, theyreallydidn’t like it when you did it in public. They also frowned on trying to poach the new guys, as someone had put it, but hey, it wasn’t my fault that I had a knack for knowing which guys had a taste for dick, and I was happy to use that to my advantage.
My body stiffened, and I held the back of his head tighter as I came with a grunt, not making too much noise. Ironically, the private rooms were soundproof, so if we’d been there, I could have been as loud as I wanted. Sometimes that was nice, especially when you were trying to fuck someone good or get fucked good. But for a quickie blowjob, it was a lot more fun to come down a guy’s throat a few yards from other people.
I let him go when I finished, watching him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand as he used the bench to get up. I grinned, grabbing his chin and kissing him on the temple before stepping back. “For someone who doesn’t do that much, you’re pretty fucking good.”
“Tell that to my jaw,” he muttered, rubbing it.
“Just be glad I’m impressive and not monstrous,” I told him with a wink, not caring when he rolled his eyes. If he was going to walk around like he was God’s gift to the world, bragging about his achievements when he was here with the rest of us sad sacks, then I wasn’t going to hold back my own smugness.
And you know what? I had every right to be smug about my dickandthe way I looked. I took damn good care of my body. I wasn’t some meathead, obsessed over the amount of fat on my body, but I was in good shape, and I kept it that way. I wasn’t a model; one of my eyes was bigger than the other, and my jaw was square, which could be off-putting for some, but the symmetry was good. Plus, people were suckers for blond-haired, blue-eyed guys, even in the twentieth century, and that worked fine for me. Slap a perky ass on top and a good-sized, thick dick?
Yeah, I could afford to be smug.
“And now for the shower I was going to take,” I said with a wink. “Feel free to join me, but behave yourself.”
“You jump me in the locker room and talk about me behaving myself,” he said with a snort. “Sure, okay.”
“Please. I didn’t hear you complaining,” I said, then thought about it for a moment, and added, “No, seriously, that was good. And if you’re worried about it, I’m not going to tell everyone you’re into dick, alright?”
“Appreciate it,” he said with a huff as I left him to go take that shower. The showers were open plan, with partitions between each shower head, but that was about it. All you had to do was peek over to see anything your shower neighbor had going on,or turn and look across the room, because there weren’t curtains either.
He seemed less irritated as we showered, and I didn’t know if that was because he regretted what we’d done or if he was like that when not surrounded by people he could brag to. Then again, maybe he’d been telling the truth about not doing this sort of thing very often, or more likely, he did it often, but he didn’t like to tell people.
Hell, I understood. It wasn’t until a few years ago that I finally had to be honest with myself and admit those few times with a neighborhood kid growing up hadn’t been flukes; I did, in fact, like naked dudes. I also liked naked women, but when you were at a wellness resort exclusively for men, including its staff, well, you weren’t going to find many naked women.
Even when I’d realized I was also into guys, it took over a year to stop treating it like some dirty little secret I had to keep from the world. Or something sinful when I was doing it by myself. I had no intention of making sure everyone in my life knew I was a giant slut, as everyone here liked to call me. There were some things people didn’t need to know, and that included that you were into fucking random guys whenever the fancy tickled your pickle.
I glanced over at him and sighed. “For the record, even if someone finds out you and I fucked around, they’re not going to care. This place doesn’t give a shit about that sort of thing, and I have...a reputation.”
He snorted. “Yeah, I know. I was warned.”
“Ha, is that why you were hanging around?”
“I wasn’t?—”
“Look, if you want to keep it from everyone, you can,” I said with a shake of my head. “But it’s pretty hard to lie to the guy who’s been hitting on you for a week straight, and you weren’t exactly uncomfortable. You kept coming around, then you foundways so it was just the two of us. So yeah I’m not talking shit. The only way to get laid here is to find a guy who also wants to get laid and doesn’t care if it’s another dude. It’s that or weeks of you and your hand like most of the poor straight guys in here.”
Logan looked uncomfortable before shrugging. “Yeah, I guess. Just?—”
“Yeah, I know,” I said, turning the shower off and grabbing my towel. “I’m not going to tell anyone. But if you keep hanging around with me in private, people are going to assume you and I either fucked or are going to fuck. That’s what happens when you’ve got a reputation like I do.”
He eyed me carefully. “Do you?”
“What?”
