Chapter 15

Clay's family stays for a few more days. They're a blast. Everyone is so nice and chill, all of them reminding me a little of Clay. I see where he gets his mannerisms and habits from his mom and dad, and his brothers mirror that. It's weird to see. I'm an only child, so I don't know how siblings act from personal experience, but they all act almost exactly alike, down to them ducking their heads and blushing when they're embarrassed. It"s fucking adorable.

I go out to the movies with the whole Dalgreen family before they head back to Maine. His brother, Jay, still couldn't meet my eyes, but he did apologize for being weird at dinner. There's no need for an apology, but I just accepted it and we moved on. Hopefully, he'll act normally around me as time goes on, since I plan to be in Clay's life for many more years to come.

Clay's been working as my fluffer for a few months now, so he not only was able to pay his tuition, he was able to pay back the student loan he took out his freshman year in full. He doesn't have to worry about if he'll be able to walk across the stage now. I'm extremely proud of him, even though he completed pretty much all of his college education without me. All he has to worry about now are his exams and he's home free. Once he's no longer in school, he'll have time to do whatever he wants to do. Including me.

All day long.

For now, I'll show him during this spring break what he has to look forward to when he doesn't have to worry about class anymore.

Usually, Clay wakes up before me, but since I have plans for him, I'm able to rouse myself first. I see the appeal of why Clay doesn't wake me up when he wakes up. He's so beautiful like this, his face relaxed and his mouth open slightly. He doesn't exactly snore, but the cutest sounds escape his mouth every time he exhales.

I really love him.

I never thought I could fall for someone so quickly, but it wasn't hard with him. Everything about Clay calls to me. Who am I to question love? Just like Clay did being my fluffer, I'm just going to go with it.

Carefully unwrapping my arms and legs from around him—I'm not sure why I end up like this around him every night, but I don't care—I lie him flat on his back. Clay doesn't even stir as I slide his pants down, his thick cock becoming visible. My mouth waters at the sight.

Getting his pants off, I kiss up his thighs to his shaft. Clay stirs but doesn't wake, so I kiss him more, lapping at his skin. Clay hisses, his hand fumbling beside me as his cock lengthens. Slowly, I lick over to his balls, laving them as Clay thrusts up, moaning. When my eyes flick up to his, I find Clay's heated sleepy gaze.

He spears his fingers through my hair, moving my head closer to his hard shaft. Opening wide, I suck him in, taking him down to the base after relaxing my throat. I groan, loving the taste of him. His masculine flavor is like nothing I've ever had on my tongue before. Precum leaks into my mouth and I swallow it down eagerly, wanting that and more.

Clay must need to come because he starts to fuck my face almost immediately, both hands on the side of my head holding me still so he can stuff as much cock down my throat as he wants. I hold still, letting him use me like this, loving how he takes his pleasure.

My eyes water as I gag, but I don't let Clay's cock go. I want him to blow his load down my throat.

Peeking up at Clay, I see his head thrown back, chest pumping as he breaths heavily around his moans. "Fuck, Yuri. I'm coming."

His warning comes a second before his cum spurts into my mouth. Eagerly, I swallow quickly, taking it all down. He's so fucking delicious and I don't want to waste a drop.

After he's drained dry, I pop off his dick, slide my pants down, and release my rock hard dick. Sliding up his body, I hover over his face, jerking my cock fast. Clay opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out and that's my undoing.

Back bowing, I come, my release long and hard. I watch in fascination as my seed paints his face, pushing me into another weaker orgasm. Streaks of my cum coat his lips, cheeks and chin. Clay licks the cum from his lips, then leans forward, drawing my cockhead into his mouth so he can suck out what's left. My body shudders as he sucks on my over sensitive crown.

When I've had enough, I pull out of his mouth and roll onto my back, chest heaving.

Chuckling as I clean him up with tissues from the nightstand, Clay says, "Good morning, Yuri."

Once I'm done, I kiss his nose, then his lips. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

He nods. "Woke up even better."

I snicker, pulling him close to me. "What are your plans for spring break?"

Spring break for Clay started the day after his family left. His brother, Tommy's, spring break was the week they stayed, which is why his family could all come down. While I'm glad they came down to visit, I'm secretly glad they came to visit before he had break. Now I can have him all to myself.

"Gym, sleep," he rolls over to me and buries his nose in my neck as he ticks things off his list. Then he grabs a handful of my ass. "And fucking. I can worry about studying in a week or so."

I groan, rolling my hips. "I like those options. What time are you hitting the gym?"

"As soon as I get dressed and have my protein shake."

"Can I join?" I ask. "You promised you would show me how to get some better definition." I waggle my eyebrows at him.

He chuckles and slides out of bed. "Yeah, but I don't bullshit in the gym. It's what I love, so if you tag along, you can't fuck around with the work out."

I hold up three fingers solemnly, making him laugh and chuck a pillow at me. "Scouts honor."

Clay wasn't lying. He's fucking brutal in the gym, but very motivational. He works me out hard, making sure I lift with proper form and hit my reps, but he isn't a tyrant. I can definitely see him as a trainer. By the time we're on our cool down, I feel tired and drained, but very confident in the session. I feel like I accomplished the goals Clay set for me and his soft grin makes me feel as if I made him proud or something.

Turning off the treadmill he had us walking on to wind down from the workout, I step off the machine and breathe in deep. "That was good." We've been here two hours and I want to sleep for a week and know my muscles will be sore as shit tomorrow, but the time flew by.

He nods. "Yeah, it was. You're in good shape. To work on your definition and getting you where you want to be, you just need to focus on consistency. If we can get to the gym three times a week, we can?—"

"Holy shit!" is practically shouted in my ear and I wipe around, coming face to face with a short, buff guy with mop of sweaty blonde hair framing his face like a halo. "You're Houston Stallion!" I'm thankful his voice is now pitched low so no one else can hear. I'm not ashamed of my job, but I'd rather not have people look up who Houston Stallion is in the middle of the gym.

Giving him a small grin, I nod. "I am."

"Holy shit, man. I'm a big fan. My bro and I watch you all the time." My eyebrows shoot up. I exclusively make gay porn. If he's watching with his bro, I wonder what else they get up to while my videos are playing. "Can I get an autograph? And a photo maybe?"

I look back at Clay to get his reaction. A small smile plays across his lips, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

After a short nod from him, I turn back to Mr. Blond and Sweaty. "Sure man. No problem." He hands me a permanent marker he pulled from thin fucking air it seems and pulls out a hat from his bag, asking me to sign the brim. I do, then pose beside him for a selfie.

When he's gotten all the shots he wants, he looks at me in awe. "Thanks man. I didn't know you lived here. I thought you were like, in California or something."

I chuckle. "Nope. Born and raised in Georgia. No Hollywood dreams for me."

"Got it, bro." He looks over at Clay. "You his trainer? I saw you two working out, before I knew it was Stallion. I could use a new trainer. Mine bailed on me."

Clay opens his mouth, but I thread my fingers into his. "He's my new trainer, and also my boyfriend." I leave off that he's my fluffer too. That's not the sweaty guy's business.

Blond and Sweaty looks a little put out. I think it's because I said I have a boyfriend, but he locks his eyes on Clay and asks, "So you're not willing to train me?"

I laugh and lean into Clay, seeing how he opens and closes his mouth like a fish for a moment. I'm sure he wasn't expecting that either. "Uh, yeah. I can train you. I'm still in school for the next few weeks and I have a job, but I'm sure I can work around a schedule for you."

The man grins. "Fuck yes. You have a card?"

Clay shakes his head. "Not yet, but I'll take your number and I'll call you when I have my schedule ironed out."

Mr. Sweaty rattles off his number, smiling as he lifts his bag higher on his shoulder. "My bro won't believe this shit. Meeting Houston Stallion and finding a new trainer? And to think I wasn't going to come to the gym today." He shakes our hands and walks out, a smile etched on his face.

"You made someone happy," Clay quips as we head to the locker room.

Grabbing his arm to stop him from walking further, I ask, "Did that bother you? That someone recognized me from my videos?"

"Fuck no. I think it's hot that someone was starstruck because you can fuck good." I bark a laugh, shaking my head at his comment. "Seriously, no. It didn't bother me at all. I told you I won't get jealous about your work. It's how I met you. It will come with the territory."

I still find it hard to believe that someone is able to look past my occupation to the real me and not get jealous because of it. I'm not saying Clay is a unicorn, but he's pretty fucking close.

Wrapping my arm around his waist, I walk with him into the locker room. It's a really nice one with separate shower stalls that lock from the inside and have frosted glass making it hard to see through. I love that these showers don't have shower curtains so they don't blow up and touch your skin every time the door opens.

Dropping his bag, Clay advances on me, pressing me against a divider between two showers. He kisses me briefly, then drifts down to my neck. I tuck my head from his onslaught. "I'm sweaty baby. We just worked out."

He grips my chin and tips my head to the side, continuing what he was doing. "So?" he grumbles against my skin before his tongue peeks out to kiss me there. I groan. "I like you sweaty."

I give up trying to stop him—though I didn't try very hard—I palm his ass, pulling him closer to me. His hard shaft brushes against mine and I groan again. "You're in trouble when we get back to my place. You shouldn't tease me."

Biting down hard enough that I yelp, my cock throbbing with need, Clay whispers against the skin of my neck, "Why wait until we're home?"

God, he's such a fucking tease. "No condom. No lube. And I need to stretch you, baby. I don't want to hurt you."

Clay moves back and with a gleam in his eyes, he walks over to his bag. He unzips it and grabs two packets from his bag—a packet of lube and a condom. After placing both in my hand, he turns on water in one of the showers. Facing me, he takes my hand and slides it down the back of his shorts. My cock stiffens immediately when I feel the flared base of the plug he has inside him.

"I got myself ready before we left the apartment. Now come fuck me in the shower before someone comes in." He strips out of his clothes and disappears behind the glass. I follow his lead, ripping my clothes off so I can join him.

Once I'm inside, I spin Clay around until his chest is against the tile wall. He moans and I slap a hand over his mouth. "You need to keep it down, baby. Someone might hear."

Reaching down, I gently extract the plug, dropping it to the floor of the shower. "You had that in you while we were working out?" I rub my engorged cock between his cheeks, brushing against his wet hole.

"I didn't think I could wait to get home after seeing you drenched in sweat."

Fuck, Clay is fucking perfect. I thrust two fingers into Clay's hole, being none too gentle. His slick entrance is more than ready for me. I look down at the plug and see it has almost the same girth as my cock. How did Clay work out with that shoved him in?

Unable to wait any longer, I rip open the condom, roll it on and enter Clay in one long thrust.

"Fuck," he gasps behind my hand, standing on his tip toes as I give him every inch of my dick.

Spreading my legs to get better leverage, I pull out until my cock head tugs at his rim, then shove back in hard. His fat ass bounces against me and I have to fight to keep my orgasm at bay.

Clay babbles behind my hand, pushing back to meet my strokes. We don't have much time—since someone could come in at any moment—so I don't try to draw this out. With my hand still on Clay's mouth, I grip his hip with the other and try to pound him through the wall.

I grunt as I fuck into him, loving how his hole welcomes my dick. He clenches around me and I'm lost. I take him hard and fast, fucking him with abandon. Clay is right there with me, rolling his hips and taking as much of my dick as I give him. He drops one hand to his dick and jerks himself off in time to my thrusts, his moans sending tingles from the palm of my hand straight to my cock.

After another minute or so of me punishing his ass, Clay stiffens and lets out a long, low moan. His ass pulsates around my cock and I erupt without warning, filling the condom with my load. I bite down on his shoulder, muffling my shout of release.Slowly, I remove my hand from his mouth and lean onto his back, kissing his neck and shoulders as we try to catch our breaths. Clay starts to laugh and for some reason, I join in, getting a kick out of his giddiness.

When he has his laughter under control and I pull out, he turns around to face me, drawing me close to his body. "It's crazy that I went from never fucking a guy before to you fucking me in the gym shower in just a few months. What have you turned me into, Yuri Miller?"

"My hungry little cock slut." I peck him on his upturned mouth. "Now let's actually shower and get out of here before we're reported for indecent exposure."

Laughing, we wash off quickly and sneak out of the gym—careful not to leave the plug in the shower. I hope we continue what we started at home.