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Authors: Todd Gregory

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What a great day,
I thought as I sat there sweating, my heart dancing.
My hot trainer gave me a compliment, Brandon and Rees both thought I was hot—hell, they'd thought I was cute before I started working out, and Chad—Chad is noticing the changes, too. Chad is starting to get jealous.
I'd known it was just a matter of time before Chad noticed the attention I was getting when we were at Fusions.
Being beautiful was better than anything I could have ever imagined. People treated me differently—and not just at Fusions. I got better service in restaurants, and people were a lot friendlier to me. It was
nice.
It was nice having attractive guys come up to me and tell me I was sexy and hot. It was awesome being an object of desire. I'd never dreamed it would turn out this way—but it was working. Chad didn't like me going with other guys. He was starting to realize he'd made a huge mistake.
And when he made his move, I would shut him down the way he'd shut me down.
As I sat there, I went over it again and again in my mind.
Maybe it would happen tonight at Fusions.
I could see it so clearly. I'd be on the dance floor with my shirt off, dancing with some really hot muscle guy. We'd be touching each other, kissing underneath the disco ball, and Chad would interrupt.
Can I talk to you?
he'd say, and lead me off the dance floor.
I love you, Jordy. You're so beautiful, so sexy. You're the perfect guy for me. You're smart and rich and funny and sexy, and you're everything I could ever possibly want in a boyfriend. I am so sorry I didn't see it before. I was being shallow and stupid. Can you ever possibly forgive me? I blinded myself to what was right in front of me the whole time. Can we go back to your place and start over?
Sure,
I'd say, and we'd go back to my place.
And I would fuck that big, hard, muscular ass.
Afterward, we would lie there in bed together, and he'd say,
I am so glad we're together now.
Together?
I'd reply.
What do you mean?
I smiled broadly as I imagined the look on his face when I would say the words that would make him feel the way he made me feel, when I would pull the rug out from under him and make him suffer the way he'd made me.
I don't think it's a good idea for us to date, Chad. I mean, you were probably right when you said it was a bad idea. I don't think it would work. You're sexy and a great guy and all, but you're really not boyfriend material.
It would be
classic.
The steam room door opened, but I kept my eyes closed, lost in my reverie. “Hey, Jordy.” It was Jay, my trainer.
I opened my eyes. “Hey.” I nodded to him. He was naked, not even a towel wrapped around his waist. I'd never seen Jay naked before. I knew he had a great body—he always wore shirts that exposed his upper pecs, shoulders, and arms—but his definition was unreal. His pecs were two thick slabs perched above deeply cut abdominal muscles. He trimmed his pubic hair and obviously shaved his thick balls.
“You mind if I turn up the steam?” he asked.
“Nope.” He walked over to the controls and turned the dial up. His back was thickly muscled, and just above his ass was a tribal tattoo. “I want an ass like yours,” I said, closing my eyes as more steam hissed into the room.
“Squats and lunges,” he replied, sitting down on the bench next to me. “Which you're already doing.”
“Cool,” I replied. A few seconds later I felt his left leg brush up against mine. I opened my eyes. The steam room was filled with fog. I couldn't see the door or the glass panes. I looked at Jay, sitting next to me. He was pressing his leg against mine, and with his right hand he was stroking himself.
“What are you doing?” I asked, even though it was obvious.
He smiled at me, placing his other hand on my inner thigh. “You're very sexy, Jordy.” He moved his hand farther up, until it reached my towel. He paused for just a moment and then slid his hand under the towel. His fingers closed around my cock, which was getting hard.
“Is this a good idea?” I gasped out as he started rubbing the head of my cock with his thumb.
“I'm not looking for a boyfriend,” he replied. “If you want me to stop, I will.”
“As long as this doesn't fuck up our—
oh.
” He opened my towel.
He whistled. “Man, I knew you were hung, but that's just beautiful.” He slid down to his knees and pushed my legs farther apart. He licked the head, and I closed my eyes and leaned back. “And, no, it won't interfere with our business relationship, unless we let it.” His tongue darted out and licked me again. “What's a little head between friends?” He took me into his mouth.
I can't believe my trainer is giving me a blow job in the steam room in my gym,
I thought, smiling to myself.
He started moving his mouth up and down my shaft.
“Oh, Jay, that's nice,” I whispered as he kept working me. He slid one of his hands between my ass cheeks and started fingering my asshole.
The steam continued to hiss and swirl around us as he sucked my cock. My skin was drenched in sweat, water rolling down my face and chest.
I reached down and started pulling on his nipples. He took my cock out of his mouth and smiled up at me. “Oh, yeah, baby, that's nice, work them nipples. Harder.” I twisted them and pulled. He moaned and then put his mouth on my cock again. He was stroking himself with his other hand as his right hand kept playing with my asshole. He started moving his head faster as I yanked on his nipples so hard I thought they might come off in my hands.
And I could feel my cum starting to rise in me.
“Oooooh, I'm going to come!”
He pulled his head back just as I shot. I came in his face and hair, thick ropy strings of white cum shooting into his smiling face . . . and he moaned as he came, his eyes closed as I pulled on his nipples, his entire body trembling.
Finished, he smiled at me, grabbing my towel and wiping his face.
“Go shower,” he whispered, “and thanks.”
 
I am a whore,
I thought to myself as I walked out to my car.
I just had sex in a public place with my personal trainer, for God's sake. Maybe Chad is right—I need to slow it down some.
That was the part about my “whorish” behavior that was so funny. Chad had no idea what I did outside of Fusions.
My cell phone chirped as I climbed into the car. I checked my text messages. There were three from Chad,
Call me when you get this, we're still going to Fusions tonight right,
and
CALL ME!
There was also a new one from Jay.
That was amazing, Jordy. Do you want to have dinner sometime?
I smiled to myself, typing back,
If I get to fuck that hot ass, hell yeah.
Oh, hell yeah
was his response. I laughed as I started my car.
I might not have been good enough for Chad, but no one else seemed to think so. My personal trainer was into me. The hot guys at Fusions liked me, wanted me.
Jay was right. I needed to seriously work on my self-esteem.
I drove home.
I got to Fusions shortly after nine.
Chad, Brandon, and Rees were standing at the bar when I walked in. Brandon's face looked thunderous, and I wondered what was going on. I got a drink and walked over to them. “Hey guys, what's up?” The bar was crowded, and a hot muscle daddy with tattoos all over his chest smiled at me. I smiled back.
Brandon shrugged. “Oh, we're getting a lecture on conduct.” His face was twisted in anger, his arms folded in front of his chest.
“Conduct?” I looked at their faces, one at a time.
“If you want to be a slut, Brandon, no one's stopping you,” Chad snapped. “But don't come crying to me when—”
“Don't worry.” Brandon cut him off. “You're the last person in the world I'd come to.” He walked away, and Rees shrugged before going after him.
“What was that all about?” I sipped my drink, trying not to smile.
I'd been right—there was dissension in the ranks.
Chad shrugged. “I'm just sick to death of Brandon's attitude, is all.” He smiled. “I like that shirt. It's really flattering. Can I borrow it sometime?”
“Sure,” I replied. Brandon and Rees were standing by the dance floor, arguing. “Do you think I'm acting like a whore, Chad?”
“What?” Startled, he looked at me. “Why would you ask that?”
“Well, Brandon and Rees and I had lunch today, and—”
He set his jaw. “Let me guess. They told you I said that, right?” A muscle in his jaw pulsed. “Damn it to hell, I'm going to kick his fucking ass.”
“It's not a big deal—”
“I've about had it up to here with the two of them,” Chad went on like I'd said nothing. “Last Wednesday when you left with that guy, I said something, but it was just a joke. I can't believe they repeated that to you.” His eyes narrowed. “They're both just jealous of you, is all.”
“Jealous? Of me?”
“They think you're taking their place.” He rolled his eyes and then froze. “Oh. God.”
I turned to see what he'd seen, and my heart sank. It was Dante, looking amazing in a white wifebeater and a pair of cutoff jeans.
Damn it!
I swore to myself.
This is all I need.
He saw us, smiled, and walked over. “Hey guys.” He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. “Hi, Chad.”
My eyes went back and forth between them. I was torn between leaving them alone or staying and watching. I didn't want to watch them go through a mating dance—but maybe Chad wasn't interested. . . .
“How are you?” Chad asked stiffly, his face tightening.
“Doing good.” Dante smiled, flashing his perfect teeth. “I just bought a new car.”
“Cool. What did you get?” I asked when Chad didn't say anything.
“A Mercedes. Maybe I'll take you for a ride sometime.” Dante brushed against me.
What's going on here?
I wondered. My body was reacting, and I gulped down the rest of my drink. I smiled. “Excuse me, guys, I need to get another drink.”
“I'll get it. What are you having?” Dante flashed his teeth at me again.
Is he flirting with me? In front of Chad?
“Vodka cranberry.”
“Be right back.” He turned and headed for the bar without asking Chad if he wanted anything.
Chad's eyes narrowed. “He's being awful friendly to you.” He sniffed. “I suppose he's trying to make me jealous.”
“Because of course he couldn't possibly be interested in me,” I said before I could stop myself.
Chad gave me a weird look. “I didn't say that.”
“Forget it.”
“No.” Chad crossed his arms. “Why did you say that?”
“Well, you always act like I'm a leper or something,” I replied, cursing myself for saying anything. “I'm not.”
“Here you go, Jordy.” Dante handed me my drink.
“Thanks, Dante.” I took a big gulp. Chad was still staring at me.
“I can't get over you,” Dante said, looking me up and down. “I haven't seen you in what? Three weeks? And look at you. You look incredible.”
He
is
flirting with me,
I thought, trying not to get excited about it.
This was too, too perfect.
I glanced at Chad, whose face was turning red. He was furious. And in that instant, I made up my mind.
Because of course, Chad, anyone who'd ever been interested in you couldn't possibly ever want ME, right? Because I'm just a loser, right? Well, I'll show you loser, you fucking asshole.
And I saw everything with perfect clarity in that moment.
I could lose weight, I could build muscle, I could build the kind of body an underwear model would envy—but to Chad I would always be that loser who wasn't good enough for him. He was never, ever under any circumstance going to want me. I was never going to be “his type.”
It was all I could do not to throw my drink in his arrogant face.
I turned to Dante. “You want to dance? I love this song.”
“I'd love to.”
We left Chad standing there and went out onto the dance floor. I took my shirt off and tucked it into the back of my jeans as I started moving. Dante was dancing with me, and our chests brushed against each other. “You're a great dancer,” he breathed into my ear as he came up behind me and rubbed his crotch against my ass. “Very sexy.”

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