Pia Veleno Make You Sweat

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.Tyler couldn t see Cody s tongue circling the flared tip, but thesensation alone felt like it would kill him.When Cody slid forward again, Tylerstared at his face, his mouth, and his lips, all reflected perfectly like an erotic photo. Oh, fuck. Tyler gasped and rubbed the back of Cody s head, focusing oncontrol.He didn t want to come, yet the sight was too erotic to hold back.He didn teven mind himself in the picture.With Cody s muscles rippling, and arms flexing ashe pulled Tyler s hips to his face, and Tyler s legs, growing stronger with all of theirrunning, he could picture them starring in their own movie.Nothing he d share, butthe fantasy blew his mind.Cody hummed and opened his throat, clearly eager for what they both knewwould be inevitable.Even while preferring Cody s image, Tyler couldn t avoid hisown while watching Cody sucking his cock.In that pose, with Cody kneeling beforehim, he couldn t avoid noticing his legs, his stomach framing Cody, and even hisarms as he encouraged the man with his fingers rubbing his head, and his hipsflicking forward, eagerly burying his cock in Cody s mouth.He did look better thanthe scrawny guys in Cody s twink films.He had some muscle not as much as Cody,106 Pia Velenobut he had some more than them, and a nicer ass too.All the work they d done sofar showed, giving Tyler hope that he followed the right path.Cody knew what hewas doing both for fitness and& Tyler gasped.His balls drew up, and a white-hotspark shot along his spine, through his balls, and up his cock.He clutched at Cody shead, and Cody, in turn, dug his fingers into Tyler s ass, anticipating the finale.With a strangled cry, Tyler came.He forcibly relaxed his fingers, not wantingto hurt Cody, but his hips had other plans, thrusting as his cock spit forth strings ofwarm cum.Cody moaned, his throat vibrating along the head of Tyler s cock,drawing out his orgasm until he thought he couldn t stop coming.Tyler s hands fellto Cody s shoulders, grasping for balance while Cody continued to suck on his cockuntil it softened between his lips.Cody kissed the hollow of Tyler s hips before rising slowly, his hands gliding upTyler s sides, steadying him. Sexy, isn t it? Cody asked.Tyler blinked at him as ifhe spoke another language. Watching. Cody smiled and kissed Tyler s collarbone. I love watching in the mirror. Before Tyler could voice his agreement, Codypressed his mouth to Tyler s, and Tyler, wanting to taste the sex on his lips, drovehis tongue into Cody s mouth with a moan meant to agree.Make You Sweat 107Chapter TwelveCody had to work until seven, so with the entire day on his hands, Tylerdownloaded new music and headed to the fitness center.He considered going to thegym where Cody worked, but that d be a distraction for both of them.With a smilegracing his lips, thinking about just how much of a distraction it could beespecially with all of those mirrors on the walls Tyler rode the elevator down tothe fitness center in the basement of the apartment complex.He grinned as henoticed he had it all to himself.He pushed through his strength-training workout and then squeezed in a fewmore beyond the routine Cody designed for him.He d noticed hints of results lately,especially after Cody went body part by body part in the mirror to point it out tohim.So more seemed like a great idea, chasing bigger results.When his armsrebelled, forcing him to yield to exhausted muscles, Tyler gulped down some waterand headed for the treadmill.The humidity had hit record levels yesterday, withpredictions that it wouldn t break until the weekend.Even in his excitement ofmaking progress, Tyler knew he couldn t run much at all if he couldn t breathe thethick air.The beach had better scenery, but the treadmill would allow him a betterrun.As he programmed the machine for hills and speed, the door opened.He rarelypaid much attention to other people in the fitness center anymore, but the figurestrode right up to the machine he was on and slammed a hand over the display.108 Pia VelenoWith a start he covered with a frown, Tyler looked up.His scowl deepened ashe laid eyes on Alan. Do you mind? Tyler said. Not at all. Alan moved his hand and waved it in a get-on-with-it gesture. What do you want? Just go away.Dinner was one thing, but I am not yourfriend now. Oh, nothing. Alan s smile set Tyler s nerves on edge. I wanted to thank youfor taking good care of my man this summer.Really, thank you.Gritting his teeth, Tyler chose his words carefully.He wanted to tell Alan to gofuck himself, but he didn t want to sink into petty bickering with the man. Cody isnot your man, Alan.Brett is.Alan laughed. You re adorable.You know that, right? Look, I m kind of busy right now. Yes, of course.Get your workout done.Make Cody happy.Do you shower first,or does he like to lick the sweat off of your body? What& do& you& want? Tyler considered walking out.He suspected Alanmight follow him, but he could hope the man would just laugh and move on.Henever bothered Tyler before the dinner he d interrupted, and that had seemed nomore than a situation of opportunity.Alan leaned close, his dark eyes fixed on Tyler s. Cody, he whispered. He smine as soon as you leave.You know that, right? You re a passing fancy, a schoolboyobsession, nothing more.He could feel the heat rising up his neck.His first reaction, to give in to doubtand Alan s taunting, surfaced in a brief flicker, but Tyler knew those thoughts camefrom his lack of self-confidence and not truth.He refused to take Alan s word overCody s; the man was full of shit.He leaned closer, mimicking Alan s intimidation.Tyler filled with fury and once again wondered what would happen once he left, butit also backfired because Tyler saw the ass that Alan could be, just like he had overdinner.Alan was one game after another, trying to win a prize even he didn t knowMake You Sweat 109if he wanted.Tyler knew now that if it had been Alan s idea that they were betteroff as just friends, he wouldn t have had a second thought about the matter.Alancouldn t bear to lose, even if it meant ruining the friendship Cody tried so hard tosalvage. Good luck trying, Tyler said, proud his voice remained steady. I m willing tobet even without me around, you re still going to be begging for attention and notgetting the kind you want.Alan s face fell, and shock flickered through his eyes.He recovered with aforced laugh. We ll see, won t we? he said. Fuck off, Tyler replied.He straightened and hit the big green Go on thetouch screen.The machine chugged to life.As he broke into a steady jog, Tyler kepthis attention on the controls, flipping through the channels on the built in TV untilAlan walked away.* * * Where have you been? Scott asked.Tyler wandered to the fridge, not hungry but remembering that Codyrecommended food after a workout. In the fitness center, he said.His head in thefridge, he pushed things around until he found a bag of bagels. Do you have peanutbutter?Scott opened a cabinet and set a red-topped jar on the counter.Tyler popped a bagel in the toaster and then frowned. Shouldn t you be atwork? Late night.Took on a side investigation.Are you still spending all of yourtime with that boy upstairs?Fidgeting with his preparations, Tyler avoided his father s eyes. Yeah, I am [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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