I teased a straight guy and let him use me every night before the gym closes.

I’ve always prided myself on being a good judge of character. Working as the gym keeper at Iron Haven gave me a front-row seat to all kinds of people—bodybuilders, cardio junkies, newbies trembling under the weight of a dumbbell for the first time. But Jamie? Jamie was different.

He walked in one evening, shoulders broad, dark hair slightly damp from what I assumed was a pre-gym shower. His eyes scanned the room, and for a moment, they locked with mine. There was something in that look—curiosity? Hesitation? I couldn’t tell, but it made my stomach tighten in a way that had nothing to do with my afternoon protein shake.

Jamie was a regular from that day on. Every evening, like clockwork, he’d show up, work through his routine with a quiet focus, and leave without much fanfare. He didn’t talk much, but when he did, it was always polite, almost shy. I found myself lingering near the free weights whenever I knew he’d be around, sneaking glances at the way his muscles flexed under his sleeveless shirt.

One night, as I was wiping down the benches at closing time, Jamie approached me. His usually stoic face was flushed, not just from the workout this time.

“Hey, uh, do you have a second?” he asked, his voice low.

“Sure,” I said, trying to keep my tone casual. “What’s up?”

He hesitated, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “I, uh… I’ve been meaning to ask you something. Kind of personal.”

My heart started to race. “Go ahead.”

“I’ve been thinking… I mean, I’ve always been curious… about guys. Like, what it’s like to… you know.” He looked away, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red.

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

He nodded, still not meeting my eyes. “Yeah. I just… I don’t know who else to talk to about this. And you seem… approachable.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Well, I’m flattered. But are you sure? This isn’t something you want to rush into.”

“I’m not rushing,” he said quickly, finally looking at me. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I just… I need to know. And I trust you.”

The sincerity in his voice made my chest tighten. “Okay,” I said softly. “But we take it slow. You set the pace. This is about you, not me.”

He nodded again, his expression a mix of relief and nervous excitement. “Thank you.”

That was how it started. The first time was tentative, almost innocent. After his workout, Jamie lingered by the weights while I locked up the gym. He didn’t say much, just gave me that look again, the one that made my pulse quicken. I led him to the small office in the back, barely big enough for a desk and a couple of chairs.

“Are you sure?” I asked again, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” he said, his hand trembling slightly as he reached for mine.

I knelt in front of him, my hands steady even though my heart was racing. I undid his belt with deliberate slowness, giving him every chance to back out. But he didn’t. When I took him into my mouth, he let out a soft gasp, his fingers tangling in my hair.

It wasn’t long before he came, his body shuddering as he spilled into my mouth. He collapsed into the chair, breathing hard, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and wonder.

“That was… I didn’t expect…” he stammered, running a hand through his hair.

“You okay?” I asked, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

He nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Yeah. More than okay.”

After that, it became a ritual. Jamie would finish his workout, and I’d meet him in the office before closing. Each time, he grew more confident, more eager. One night, he didn’t even wait for me to kneel—he pushed me into the chair and dropped to his knees, his hands fumbling with my pants.

“I want to try,” he said, his voice shaky but determined.

I didn’t argue. His mouth was inexperienced but eager, and the sight of him, so focused and intent, was enough to make me forget how to breathe.

It wasn’t long before he wanted more. One evening, as I was cleaning up the gym, Jamie cornered me by the dumbbell rack.

“I’ve been thinking,” he said, his eyes dark with need. “I want to… go further.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Jamie, are you sure? This is a big step.”

“I know,” he said, stepping closer. “But I trust you. And I… I want this. With you.”

I hesitated, my mind racing. “Okay. But we go slow. You tell me if you want to stop, no questions asked.”

He nodded, his breath coming faster now. “Deal.”

I led him to the office, locking the door behind us. The air between us was electric, charged with a tension that had been building for weeks. Jamie’s hands were trembling as he undressed, his eyes never leaving mine.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the lines of his chest.

He shivered under my touch, his breath hitching. “So are you.”

I guided him to the desk, my hands steady as I prepared him. He gasped when I entered him, his nails digging into my back.

“Okay?” I asked, my voice rough with need.

“Yes,” he moaned, his hips rocking against mine.

It was slow at first, careful, but soon we were moving together, lost in each other. Jamie’s moans filled the small room, his body trembling as he came undone beneath me.

Afterward, we lay on the floor, our bodies tangled together, both of us breathing hard.

“That was… incredible,” Jamie said, his voice hoarse.

“You’re incredible,” I replied, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

He looked at me, his eyes soft. “I’m glad it was you.”

“Me too,” I said, my heart swelling with something I couldn’t quite name.

As the weeks went on, our encounters became more frequent, more intense. It wasn’t just physical anymore—it was something deeper, something neither of us had expected.

One night, as we lay together in the office, Jamie turned to me, his expression serious.

“I think I’m falling for you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. “Jamie, I…”

But before I could finish, he spoke. "What happens now?

My heart raced as Jamie’s lips crashed into mine, his kiss deep and hungry, as if he’d been holding back this desire for far too long. His hands slid around my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies pressed together, the heat between us undeniable. I could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my chest, matching the wild rhythm of my own. “I want more,” he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with need. I could barely process his words before he was pushing me backward, his hands firm on my shoulders as he pinned me against the wall.

His breath was hot against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “I want to try something new,” he whispered, his voice low and tinged with a confidence that made my stomach twist in anticipation. His fingers traced the outline of my jaw, then trailed down my neck, his touch sending sparks through me. “Something you’ve never done before.”

Before I could respond, he took my hand, his grip tight yet reassuring, and led me out of the office. My mind was racing, my body already responding to the promises in his words. We moved quickly through the gym, the fluorescent lights casting long shadows on the walls, and I could hear the faint hum of the air conditioner in the background. But all I could focus on was Jamie, the way his broad shoulders moved as he walked, the way his hand felt in mine, warm and steady.

He pulled me into the locker room, the scent of sweat and soap filling the air. My heart pounded as he pushed me into a stall, the door slamming shut behind us. The space was cramped, the walls close, but I didn’t care. All I could see was Jamie, his dark hair slightly damp, his eyes burning with a hunger that mirrored my own.

He stepped closer, his chest brushing against mine, and I could feel the heat radiating from him. His hands slid under my shirt, his fingers rough yet tender as they explored my skin. “Tell me if this is too much,” he said, his voice husky, but there was a vulnerability in his eyes that made me ache for him.

I shook my head, my voice barely a whisper. “It’s not too much.”

His lips found mine again, this time softer, more teasing, as if he was savoring every moment. His hands moved lower, gripping my hips as he pressed me against the wall. I could feel the hardness of him against my thigh, and the sensation made my breath hitch.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine. “I want to know what it’s like,” he said, his voice trembling with a mix of desire and uncertainty. “I want to know what it’s like to be with you… completely.”

My chest tightened at his words, and I reached up to cup his face, my thumb brushing over his cheek. “We’ll go slow,” I said softly. “We’ll take it one step at a time.”

He nodded, his hands moving to the waistband of my shorts, his fingers trembling slightly as he undid the button. I could see the hesitation in his eyes, but also the determination, and it made me want him even more. As he pulled down my shorts, I felt a rush of adrenaline, my body responding to his touch in ways I hadn’t expected.

His hands were warm as they explored me, his touch gentle yet insistent. I closed my eyes, letting out a soft moan as his fingers wrapped around me, his grip firm but not too tight. “God, you feel amazing,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

I opened my eyes to see him watching me, his lips parted, his breathing ragged. “Jamie…” I whispered, his name like a prayer on my lips.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine as he whispered, “I want to taste you.”

Before I could respond, he was on his knees, his hands sliding up my thighs as he positioned himself between my legs. My breath caught in my throat as I looked down at him, his eyes dark with desire, his lips swollen from our kisses.

He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to tease me, and I let out a groan, my hands gripping the edge of the sink behind me for support. “Jamie…” I gasped, my voice trembling with need.

He didn’t respond, instead taking me into his mouth, his tongue swirling around me in a way that made my knees weak. I could feel the heat building inside me, every nerve in my body on fire as he worked me with his mouth. His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he took me deeper, and I could feel the tension coiling inside me, threatening to snap.

“I’m close,” I warned, my voice barely audible over the sound of my labored breathing.

He didn’t stop, his mouth moving faster, his tongue pressing against me in just the right way. I felt myself tipping over the edge, my body shuddering as I came, waves of pleasure crashing over me. He stayed with me through it all, his hands steadying me as I trembled, his mouth never leaving me.

When I finally came down from the high, he pulled back, looking up at me with a faint smile on his lips. “Was that okay?” he asked, his voice soft, almost shy.

I reached down, cupping his face in my hands, and leaned in to kiss him deeply. “More than okay,” I murmured against his lips. “That was… incredible.”

He stood up, his hands sliding around my waist as he pulled me into a tight embrace. I could feel the rapid beat of his heart against my chest, and I knew he was just as affected by this as I was. “I want more,” he whispered, his voice filled with a longing that made my chest ache. “I want to know what it’s like to be inside you.”

I looked up at him, my heart racing at his words. “Are you sure?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of excitement and nerves.

He nodded, his eyes locked on mine. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

I reached up, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pulled him into another kiss, this one deeper, more urgent. “Then let’s do it,” I whispered against his lips. “Let’s make this happen.”

His hands moved to my waist, gripping me tightly as he pushed me back against the wall. I could feel the hardness of him pressing against me, and the sensation made my breath hitch. “I’ve never done this before,” he admitted, his voice trembling slightly. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

I cupped his face in my hands, my thumb brushing over his cheek. “We’ll figure it out together,” I said softly. “Just… go slow, okay?”

He nodded, his hands moving to the waistband of my boxers, his fingers trembling slightly as he pulled them down. I could feel the heat of his skin against mine, and the sensation made my entire body tingle with anticipation.

He stepped closer, his chest brushing against mine, and I could feel the hardness of him pressing against me. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered, his voice filled with concern.

I shook my head, my voice barely a whisper. “It’s not too much.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine as he positioned himself between my legs. I could feel the tip of him pressing against me, and I closed my eyes, letting out a soft moan as he slowly pushed inside.

His breath was hot against the back of my neck, his chest pressing into me as he pinned me against the wall. I could feel the cold tile against my bare skin, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from his body. His hands were firm on my hips, gripping me with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down my spine. I could hear the hunger in his voice, the way it trembled with both uncertainty and desire.

“I want to see what this feels like,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. His voice was low, almost a growl, and it made my stomach tighten with anticipation.

I didn’t respond—couldn’t respond. My breath hitched as I felt him press against me again, his hardness sliding between my thighs. He moved slowly, almost teasingly, his hips rolling against me in a way that made my knees weak. His hands tightened on my hips, pulling me back against him, and I let out a soft moan.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice still hesitant despite the confidence in his actions.

I nodded, my voice coming out in a breathless whisper. *”Yes.”*

His hands slid down my thighs, spreading them wider as he positioned himself. I could feel the tip of him pressing against me, and I bit my lip, bracing myself. He pushed forward slowly, his breath ragged in my ear, and I let out a gasp as he filled me. It was different this time—more intense, more intimate. The angle made every nerve in my body come alive, and I could feel every inch of him as he moved inside me.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hips pressing flush against mine. His hands gripped my hips tighter, his fingers digging into my skin as he stayed still for a moment, savoring the feeling. “You’re so tight.”

I let out a shaky breath, my hands pressing flat against the wall for support. “Jamie…” I whispered, my voice trembling.

He leaned forward, his chest pressing into my back as he began to move. His thrusts were slow at first, almost tentative, but they grew more confident with each passing second. I could feel his breathing quicken, his hands sliding up my sides to grip my shoulders. He was exploring this new position with a mix of curiosity and hunger, and it was driving me wild.

“How does it feel?” he asked, his voice strained with effort. His hips snapped forward, driving himself deeper, and I stifled a moan.

“Good,” I managed to say, my voice breaking slightly. “It feels… really good.” This time he pulled me deeper, his hands gripping my hips

He groaned, his lips brushing against my neck as he picked up the pace. His thrusts became harder, more urgent, and I could feel the tension building inside me with every movement. His hands slid down my sides, one wrapping around my waist while the other moved lower, his fingers finding the sensitive spot between my legs.

“God, you’re incredible,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire. His fingers teased me, sending jolts of pleasure through my body as he continued to thrust into me. “You feel so good.”

I gasped, my hands clutching at the wall for support as the sensations overwhelmed me. Every touch, every movement, every word he spoke was pushing me closer to the edge. My body was on fire, and I could feel myself unraveling beneath him.

Jamie’s breathing grew more ragged, his thrusts becoming uneven as he neared his own climax. He leaned forward, his lips pressing against my shoulder as he whispered, “I’m close… I’m so close.”

His voice was desperate, filled with a need that mirrored my own. I could feel him trembling against me, his body tense as he fought to hold on. His fingers moved faster, his thrusts deeper, and I let out a choked moan as the pleasure became too much to bear.

“Jamie…” I gasped, my voice breaking as the tension finally snapped. My body convulsed, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I came undone. Jamie groaned, his hips stuttering as he followed me over the edge, his hands gripping me tightly as he reached his own climax.

For a moment, we stayed like that, our bodies pressed together, our breathing heavy and uneven. His forehead rested against my shoulder, his hands still gripping my hips as we both came down from the high. The silence between us was thick with unspoken words, the weight of what had just happened hanging in the air.

Finally, Jamie pulled away slowly, his hands sliding up my sides as he stepped back. I turned to face him, my body still trembling, and saw the look in his eyes—a mix of wonder, satisfaction, and something deeper, something more.

“That was… incredible,” he said, his voice soft but filled with awe. He reached out, his hand brushing against my cheek, and I leaned into his touch, my heart still racing.

“Yeah,” I agreed, my voice barely above a whisper. “It was.” He pressed his lips against mine, his tongue parting my lips. "Tell me what you want." he murmured, his hand traveling up my chest, his fingers teasing my nipple.

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