Blake
“Oh shit,” I grunted, then rushed forward. Russell was sprawled across the floor, and he looked like he’d taken a serious hit.
I bent and offered him my hand. “You okay? Do you think you can stand?”
Russell looked up to me. There were speckles of mud across his face, and his wet hair hung over his eyes. The only thing he was wearing was a pair of tiny underwear that slipped up his ass, making a distracting triangle over the curves of his cheeks.
I tore my eyes away and ignored the rush of heat that went straight to my cock.
“I’m fine,” Russell said, then stumbled to his feet, pushing away from me. “Let me just…”
He ran off toward his room in the back without finishing his sentence. I stood there a minute, not sure if I should run after him or something, make sure he was okay, but I thought he seemed pretty embarrassed.
Hell, if he knew how often I dealt with Casey wandering around in his underwear, he wouldn’t think anything of it.
Although Russell was wearing something pretty revealing. It wasn’t my business, but I couldn’t help but notice how nice those briefs hugged him, and how soft the curve of his cock looked in the thin fabric. His whole body had been on display, and now the faint hair on his chest and the firm muscles of his thighs were burned into my memory.
I shook my head, then went to grab a beer from the fridge. Sexy panties had always kind of turned me on; I’d just never really thought about them on a man before. Although with the exception of Casey and a couple of brief moments over the years, I’d never really been turned on by other men. I didn’t have a hang-up or whatever. I’d just been attracted to quite a few women and almost no men.
Honestly, I wasn’t sure I understood what that meant about my sexuality, but any attraction I had to men was so quick and random, I decided I must be essentially straight after all.
Russell had definitely sparked my attention, though. My semi-hard cock proved that. I figured I was just caught off guard, surprised that the shy guy had this other side to him.
Maybe a little impressed, too. He was definitely rocking that look, the way the briefs clung to his ass while he rushed away.
Another rush of heat swelled my cock, thickening it in my jeans. Once I was confident Russell wasn’t going to emerge again in need of medical assistance, I headed upstairs to my bedroom. I was wearing my gym clothes from my last session, and I kicked the joggers off before I fell back against the bed.
Instead of falling into a porn loop online, I squirted some lube in my hand, then closed my eyes as I massaged my hard dick, stroking it from the root up. The image of Russell, sprawled out with his ass in the air, came rushing back to me. I could see the small of his back, the curly blonde hairs on his thighs, and his small, pink nipples.
With a swipe of my thumb across my leaking slit, my hips bucked, and I started to fuck my fist harder. I kept picturing Russell, fixating on his ass in the tight briefs, and my cock pulsed. As I imagined helping him up and pulling his body close to mine, suddenly, Casey appeared in the fantasy, too, sliding up behind Russell.
I groaned under my breath. It wasn’t like I never fantasized about Casey. It’s just that, when I did, I was usually reliving one of our past hookups. The time he gave me the most amazing blowjob in the back room of his bar, or just the buildup, when it’s clear we’re about to fuck, but neither of us had said anything yet.
My toes curled, and I stretched my body against the sheets. For a minute, I fought off the fantasy of the two men together with me. My muscles tensed as I grunted and tried pushing it away, but the urges were too strong. I pumped myself, driving my pleasure to the cliff, while I imagined taking Russell and Casey together, tasting them both on my lips.
I gasped as I shot my load, white sprays of cum landing on my chest. Shaking with pleasure, I breathed for a few minutes, and the surprising fantasy slowly faded away.
* * *
The next morning,I jogged downstairs early, hoping to catch some time at the gym for myself before I met up with my first client. When I got to the kitchen, Russell was standing at the counter, waiting for the coffee machine to finish.
“Oh, morning,” he said, rubbing the back of his head. He was in his sweats and a T-shirt, and his eyes still looked puffy from sleep.
Cute. And the fantasy from last night immediately came rushing back to me.
Fuck, that was distracting.
“Morning,” I greeted him, then pointed to the coffee. “Can I have some of that?”
“Sure.” He turned and reached for a mug, then quickly handed it to me. “Um, here you go.”
No doubt, he was deeply embarrassed. Fortunately for him, he had a way of making awkward and clumsy incredibly cute.
I squeezed past to the fridge, then grabbed some yogurt for my granola. “Haven’t seen you around the last few nights,” I said. “You been busy?”
“Kind of, I guess,” Russell answered. “I go into the woodshop a couple nights a week, just to mess around with my projects. There’s another student always there at the same time, Hank, and I usually end up helping him out and staying later than I planned.”
“I figured you were pretty good at what you do.”
