Page 40 of Jack Frosting

“What?!”

“My walk of shame,” I answered, motioning to the hallway before pulling my pajama pants up. “Everyone’s gonna know what we did.”

He finally caught on to my little joke. “Well, if you don’t want everyone knowing what a slut you are, don’t be so loud when I’m inside you.”

I pretended to be outraged while failing to hide my smile. “I can try to be better…tonight?” I suggested.

Clayton considered that for a minute and for a few seconds, I thought maybe I asked for too much.

“If you think you can sneak up here without getting caught.”

“It’s a date,” I said before blurting, “but I’ll be back later tonight. I’m having lunch with Gareth and I have some clients this evening.”

“Okay, say hi to Gareth for me.”

And that was it.

I closed the bedroom door and took a breath. It was definitely too soon to be this giddy. There was no way he was looking for a serious relationship. His wife hadn’t even been gone a full year.

I headed to the basement to change and grab my gear. It had been a few days since I really worked myself over at the gym and I needed to clear my head a bit. I’d have to see what I could do to shake off the post-sex haze it seemed I was in.

I knew I was well and truly enamored with Clayton when I felt nothing after a scrumptious silver fox at the gym tried to make eye contact with me for my entire workout – thank you, peripheral vision. Unsurprisingly, he approached me in the locker room once I was down to my jock to ask me the old classic – Do you work out here often?

I explained I was a trainer at the gym and then lied about a policy barring employees from dating members. He spent the next five minutes backtracking and attempted to convince me he was just looking for a new jockstrap brand. It seemed he took rejection as an invitation to ogle my bulge, which normally I’d be okay with, but today, I just found annoying.

In an effort to avoid further genital examination, I considered skipping a shower – my usual policy –, but I was really sweaty today. I’d have to take the chance he wouldn’t follow me.

My gamble paid off. I was able to clean myself in peace. Relatively.

I did have to listen to two college guys talk about the latest developments in their sex lives. It was one of those situations where I had to focus on remaining calm. I doubt they would have the same tolerance if I was describing to Gareth – for instance – exactly how it felt getting my ass blasted full of Clayton’s cum. Working at a gym, I’d seen and heard some strange things, but never had I heard a conversation this graphically misogynistic.

My relaxing shower quickly became a get-the-hell-out-of-there-now situation. It wasn’t until I had turned the water off and grabbed my towel that I decided to say something.

“Just a heads up.” They both stopped talking and stared. “Not everyone wants to hear about how you pounded Emma’s pussy last night. I’m glad you’re sexually active, but I didn’t need to or want to hear about it. I was gangbanged this morning and all the cum just slipped out of my ass and went down the drain next to you. Have a great day!”

They seemed stunned, but I didn’t wait for a reaction before leaving. I sent a silent thank you to the god of locker room studs that don’t want to be ogled because the silver fox wasn’t waiting for me. After drying off, I dressed as fast as I could and sent Gareth a text on my way out. Thankfully, the two pigs from the showers hadn’t made another appearance.

“Hey, beefcake!” Gareth stood up to give me a hug. “Ugh, I forgot how much bigger than me you are.”

“In more ways than one.” I squeezed him a little harder before letting go. It had been more than a month or two since I’d seen him last and he looked good. His hair had grown out, but the smile was the same.

“True, ya big jerk, but mine’s got more fans.”

I smiled as I took my seat. “So business is good I take it?”

The server came to take our drink order before he could answer.

“I’ll take a Diet Coke,” Gareth said.

“Water and a cranberry juice for me, please.”

Once the server was out of earshot, Gareth continued, “Business is very good. No complaints.”

“And Eli’s still okay with it?”

“More than okay.” Gareth chuckled. “He, uh…joins me once a month.”

I couldn’t stop my eyebrows from rising. That was a new development.