Date: Tue, 07 Feb 2023 23:14:48 +0000
From: DCfield90 <DCfield90@protonmail.com>
Subject: Decent Progress Chapter 10

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Decent Progress Chapter 10

It was 6:30 by the time Christian trudged up to his house and suddenly he
was nervous. He'd been too busy reveling to anticipate his parent's
reaction to his lie. It wasn't like him to forget to be nervous.

"I guess sex does that to you."

A light bulb pinged in Christian's brain as he carefully unlocked the front
door.

"I lost my virginity!"

Unbelievable that it only now occurred to him! Somehow it wasn't as
important as he expected. The barren fact that Christian Carter Had Sex
Finally was dwarfed in significance by the reality that it was with BRODY
LARSON. As he stole quietly inside listening for signs of life, a dumb
smile split his face and a Victorian garden's worth of butterflies cavorted
in his stomach. He and Brody had done it and he couldn't wait to do it
again.

"Have a good run?"

Normally his heart would be frozen but the fire in his whole body thawed
the icy fear. He turned. His mother was sitting at the bar eating cheerios
and drinking coffee, twisting in the chair to look at him.

"Yeah, it was fine," He answered casually, stopping at the stair's
bannister, "the weather's great."

She nodded enthusiastically with her mouth full.

"That storm blew in some nice air, I was thinking today I'd go to the
garden store and grab some plants. Your father's been hinting the yard
looks drab so I'll put some money where his smart mouth is."

Christian grinned. His dad hated manual labor, though he'd never admit it
to his mom. They were really competitive in some ways.

"Nice! I'm gonna go get a shower."

"Okay hun, there's still cheerios when you get down. Remember to eat some
protein before practice!"

"Thanks!" He called back as he vaulted up the stairs to his bedroom,
missing the trepidatious look his mother aimed at his back.

"Well that went about as well as humanly possible", He thought to himself
as he shed Brody's clothes and ducked into the shower. The hot water was a
great relief, and as he scrubbed realized how grimy he was. Rain, sweat and
cum all washed off in a torrent of fragrant bodywash as he luxuriantly
scrubbed his oily scalp. As he dried he wondered how he'd look with a
Brody-style buzzcut, but wisely decided against it. Brody seemed blessed
with a hair type and head shape that could sustain any style, and he'd
probably grow it back out anyway; he'd only cut it to "avoid
detection". Christian smiled goofily at the memory. When he walked back
into his room he retrieved Brody's clothes from the floor and bunched them
to his nose, taking a long sniff. They were soaked in his scent and he felt
his dick harden. The sheer animalism of his scent response was
delicious. It made him feel primal and it took a lot of willpower not to
masturbate right there. He carefully laid the clothes in his drawer as a
treasured keepsake.



Ms. Carter finished her cereal and hopped over to the sink to wash her
bowel. Catching sight of herself in the mirror at the other end of the
room, she allowed a moment of vanity indulgence.

Not too bad, She thought after a brief perusal. In sweatpants and a
ponytail and the appropriate lighting she didn't look terribly
hag-like. Unlikely she resembled herself 20 years ago on that rainy,
mud-slicked soccer pitch but she could damn well try. Not a boastful woman
but not immune to pride or an inclination to show it, Ms. Carter felt
justified having an air of self-regard. More successful in her career than
most childless and unmarried women, she also produced a gorgeous specimen
of a baby boy with the temperament of an angel, AND was in a happy
marriage. Hell, 18 years? Most people went through half a dozen divorces in
that time. And now here she was fattening her bank account with lobbyist
money, her loving husband contributing his comparatively modest paycheck
(she never let him forget that), her son well on the way to a top-tier
school and showing every sign of happiness and well-adjustment... could
life get any better?

Nope, She thought to herself as she scrubbed.

But the horizon was still clouded. It always was for her. Worry was a part
of her being and it wasn't compensatory for her husband's maddening lack of
it; it was just part of motherhood. Christian was the North Star of her
existence and the love she felt for him was at times (there was only one
word for it) painful. If anything happened to him she knew her life would
end. Her soul would be killed because it inhabited him now. Out of the
protective shell she'd formed from layers upon layers of jaded experience
she had taken her soul, and placed it in this tiny, fragile,
heartbreakingly beautiful creature. And no matter how big he got Christian
would always be that baby cradled at her breast, flaxen hair protruding
from his hospital swaddling, sleeping soundly as Dean leaned over them both
stroking her blonde tresses. As she lay in exhaustion and murmuring to them
in calm but radiant happiness.

So she wouldn't allow anything to hurt her boy even if it made him hate
her, and a potential threat had emerged that may require her horns to be
lowered.

"But I need to confirm."

 She carefully waited to hear the water upstairs before she crept cat-like
up to Christian's room. The bathroom door was shut and his clothes were on
the floor.

"Oh yuck."

She knew before touching but cringingly picked up the shirt anyway. The
mangiest dish-towel couldn't compete with it and it STANK of semen. It
smelled like it spent the last ten years marinating in a vat of it. And
there was an underlying odor as well, one completely foreign to her son or
their household. She unraveled it.

Titans Wrestling Club

The words were emblazoned white on black in an upside-down grin mocking her
for their plain implication.

"He actually ran all the way to that kid's house to have sex."

It was characteristic of Christian in a way. He could do most things he set
his mind to and as mild as he was, he had a reservoir of stubbornness that
only rarely surfaced. Now it had, in contradiction to her own will.

"Now what?"

Stopping teenagers from screwing was like beating back the tide with a
stick, and Tris Carter was well aware of looking like the hypocritical
prude-parent stereotype. But she didn't care.

"Fucking sue me."

 This wasn't really about sex. It was about preventing her affectionate boy
from having his heart broken by a wild unpredictable cad, or at least, that
was her impression of this "Brody". Even his name sounded asshole-ish to
her, like an insurance salesman or something. As she descended the stairs
after depositing the soiled garment on the floor, she thought how to
approach the situation.

"Will he just dig his heels in if I confront him?"

She'd never had to deal with outright rebellion from Christian before and
didn't want to. With his college level physics and math classes,
gymnastics, and now sex thrown into the mix, her son was a cocktail of
hormones that didn't need added shaking from her. But the shaking would
happen if he kept up with Brody, she just knew it.

"What do I do? I can't be a soft touch but I can't make the kid miserable."

She heard the water shut off and the slapping of wet footsteps
upstairs. For a moment she thought music was playing when a melodic note
floated downstairs, but when she realized what it was, unconsciously she
put a hand to her breast.

"Oh my God."

He was singing to himself. The notes flowed with no words in a drifting
melody she didn't recognize, but it made tears start at the edges of her
eyes. Christian never, EVER, sang. He was so small when she last heard that
gorgeous sound.

Why was he singing now?

If only she could deny the obvious answer.



The next week was grueling. Regionals was approaching in two weeks which
meant less strenuous workouts but more nervousness as he finetuned his
routines. Midterms loomed like a dark specter, his parents were busy with
work and the relief from a nice wank was unavailable. It was worse now that
Christian had experienced sex: he had a wellspring of memory to draw on,
and it bubbled into his waking hours constantly. The taste of Brody's cum,
the softness of his skin and unyielding hardness of his muscles, the
slickness of his tongue... it all wafted around him temptingly like an
apple pie on the windowsill. Finally the day came when his phone pinged on
his desk and the bright white letters appeared: Brody

"Hey you :^) what're you wearing"

His grin might have split his face as he replied,

"Nothing"

Brody's response rang almost immediately. It was an identical sound to his
other text notifications, but knowing it was Brody made the note pluck a
string in his heart, and it reverberated in his soul.

"Show me."

Christian's heart beat faster as he stripped of his clothes. He wanted to
look as sexy as possible, but wasn't comfortable doing any kind of slutty
position. Enough horror stories in school made him cognizant that he
shouldn't show his face though he dearly wished to see Brody's. He settled
for standing at an angle from his desk lamp so the light fell on his
muscles and cast shadows, making look even deeper and more defined. The
prospect of sexting Brody made his breathing shallow and cock hard.

*Click*

He sent the photo and eagerly awaited a response. His cock moved with his
pulse, nodding in expectation. It wanted back into Brody's mouth.

*Ping*

Christian's mouth flopped open and he mindlessly moved to his bed,
enthralled by the image on his phone. Obviously Brody didn't share his
shyness about poses. He was arched over his desk chair with his hands
behind his head, neck bent back so only the underside of his jaw was
visible. The cavity of his underarms swooped up into the mountainous ridge
of his lats, which were spread like wings and tapered down into the
graceful curves of his core. Christian laid on his stomach and rutted into
his mattress. He couldn't help himself. Brody's extended torso displayed
the symmetrical lines of his abs, his small oval bellybutton sunk deep into
their ridges. And below it all, pink and inviting, his lovestick thrusting
right at the camera. Christian's jaw was locked open as he pumped into his
blanket making rhythmic rustling noises. Just then his phone pinged once
more.

"Remember, no jerking! Save it all for me."

He sank his head and groaned.

"When can we get together tho? At school?"

Please say yes

"Nah, too risky."

Goddamnit, Brody.

"But we have the run of the town. The woods, my gym, your gym, wherever. My
truck's back in commission tomorrow"

Christian forgot, Brody's driving privileges had been revoked. He wished he
had a car. He wished he'd pressed harder to learn how to drive himself. His
father had given him some rudimentary instruction when he was 14 and his
mom was perfectly happy to keep giving him rides and never raised the
subject. Christian thought she liked keeping him a bit dependent. It was
only natural.

"You need to get wheels yourself boy."

Great minds think alike

"What about getting together again?"

"Tomorrow. Here's what we'll do..."



The next day was Sunday and though Christian didn't have regular training,
some of the guys met occasionally at the gym for an extra workout, the keys
entrusted to an older squad member. Christian's mom dutifully deposited him
there. She seemed a little more distant than usual and didn't make her
usual observations about people on the road. Not cold or anything, but
preoccupied. Christian hoped it wasn't because she was mad at him.

"Everything ok mom?"

She came out of her concentrated trance as they stopped in front of the gym
doors, and looked at him as if she were seeing him for the first time that
day.

"It's all good sweetie."

She grasped his hand. He felt the warmth of her thin hands contrasted to
the cold of her rings. She wore a lot of rings.

"Do you know how much I love you?"

"Not as much as I love YOU."

"Uh-uh, I love you THIS much" She said, spacing her hands a ways apart.

"Well I love you THIS MUCH" Christian replied, holding his hands slightly
wider. It was an old game they played when he was little. Eventually they
were running from one end of the yard to the other to show the distance
they loved each other, ending with them colliding and sprawling over each
other in fits of laughter.

"You just get in there and have fun," She laughed, ruffling his dirty blond
hair, so like her own.

"No prob, I think I've got my routine down for regionals."

"Course you do, you'll knock it out of the park."

He got out with his bag and waved as she drove away, feeling guilty about
betraying her trust like this. But he had to move quickly before someone
drove up or saw him. Skipping down the sidewalk he rounded to the back of
the building near the shipping and receiving area. The gym was converted
from an old warehouse, the rear of which was never used. Yards of potholed
concrete ended in a chainlink fence beyond which was an algae-encrusted
retention pond which attracted the odd and hopelessly optimistic
fisherman. Amid this dejected squalor a white truck sat gleaming in
wait. Christian felt eyes on him through the tinted windows and imagined
what leering expressions were aimed his way, suppressing a smile as he
approached. When he opened the door, the smell of leather, cologne and boy
billowed out. A smile white as the truck's paint greeted him.

"Time to give you a work out."

Brody was wearing form-fitting blue jeans and a white t-shirt. He reminded
Christian of someone in an old movie he saw once with his father.

"I thought this was a workout for both of us."

Brody had phrased his proposal with typical ambiguity in their
texts. Christian couldn't be sure if he wanted to meet for an actual
workout or...another kind of exercise. Either one suited him.

"Oh it is, but it'll be harder on you than me." Brody's wide pink mouth was
stretched in a leer both mocking and suggestive.

"There's no WAY, dude," Christian said as if he was speaking to a
particularly slow toddler, "Do you have any idea how hard gymnastics is?
We're on another level with being in shape, seriously."

"Don't try to imitate my arrogance pipsqueak, it'll end poorly. We'll be
doing rope work, body weight and footwork drills. Among other things."

Footwork? Christian was caught off guard. That wasn't something gymnasts
needed to worry about. He'd do his best and get revenge by forcing Brody to
do vault next time. See how he liked faceplanting!

"So where are we going again?"

They had thundered around the retention pond and swung through several side
streets. Christian's gym was midway between the suburbs and downtown, the
latter including newly gentrified neighborhoods replete with gastropubs and
post-war housing revamped into condominiums.

"My dad's new place. He bought the property on a market downswing. It's
going to be a crossfit style place; rudimentary equipment and high
prices. But hey, it's profitable so I'm not complaining," He said,
gesturing to his pristine dashboard as proof of his father's success.

"Ok. Just remember, you gotta get me back to the gym by 4:00 otherwise my
mom will go apeshit."

"Yeah, yeah."

"I'm serious! I don't like lying to her. I'm doing it too much lately."

"You really love your mom, huh?"

"Yeah. Don't you love yours?"

Brody's expression was inscrutable.

"Sometimes."

Christian nodded sagely and turned back to the front.

They pulled up to a row of old brick single stories, the middle one with a
floor-to-ceiling garage door and the others showing signs of renovation,
though still a bit dilapidated. Grass was growing through the pavement and
wind sighed through trees in the vacant lot behind the building. Brody
switched the truck off and hefted his bag out of the bed. Spinning his keys
around his finger he unlocked the steel shutter and raised it up with a
loud clatter as if he did this every day.

"Most of the squat racks aren't in yet and the wiring is a bit, uh,
unpredictable, but it's our newest money printer. I helped install all
these mirrors," he said pointing around. It was a masculine, utilitarian
place like Christian guessed it would be. These sort of gyms were popular
now instead of the boutique spa variety. The floor was lined with puzzle
piece foam but was mostly smooth concrete, rows of dumbbells placed under
the plate glass mirrors and a jumble of punching bags, exercise balls,
oversized tires and ropes were crammed into a corner. Paint was flecking
from the walls and the fluorescent lights hung from the ceiling by exposed
cable, shod in cafeteria style stainless steel cones. It all had a
pleasingly industrial feel to it. Cozy in its barrenness.

Brody shucked his jeans off and put on a shrunken pair of
sweatpants. Christian felt his gaze burning into him as he did likewise.

"We start with ropes and squat jumps to get the blood flowing," He said,
dragging the heavy coils out of the corner and laying them parallel to each
other.

"30 seconds on ropes, then squat-jump across the gym and back. Repeat five
times."

Christian gazed down uncertainly at the thick black ropes before him.

"Sooo, what's the deal with these?"

Brody grasped his own set and lashed one with one arm, then another with
his alternate, like cracking a very heavy whip.

"Like that. These are vital for building explosiveness in wrestling, I do
these constantly. If you can torque your opponents neck like you can these
ropes, you're at a tremendous advantage."

Christian winced at the thought.

"Ready? Timer set... GO!"

Christian started hesitantly looking over to copy Brody's motions. He
crouched into a squat and whipped the ropes violently, letting his arms
slacken on the ascent and bringing them down hard on the descent. Christian
and watched the ropes ripple in waves across the floor, feeling the burn in
his shoulders and forearms to maintain a tight grip.

"Hold them like a hammer, otherwise you'll hurt your elbow!" Brody
called. "Time! Jumps now, hurry up!"

Christian hastened to place his back against the wall. Brody began with a
tremendous leap and he followed suit, bounding on Brody's heels and trying
to bring his legs forward to plant them as far ahead of his hips as
possible.

"Goddamnit!!" Brody shouted as Christian overtook him. "What're you, part
frog?!"

"HAHAha!" Christian laughed between breaths as he made it back to the
ropes. They repeated the process five times with Brody barking
intermittently to pick up the pace. Christian could tell he was annoyed
that he could jump farther than him. By the time they were finished both
were sweating profusely.

"Tired yet?" Brody approached him with hands on hips, nudging Christian
with his foot as he squatted on the balls of his feet.

"Not even close." And he wasn't. Brody's face had a sheen of sweat. His
hair, now beginning to grow back in, was as sleek and black as a beetle's
carapace.

"Good cuz we're just getting started." He chucked Christian gently under
the chin.

"Now for weights. Squats and deadlifts to blast the muscles. You know how
to do these?"

"Coach showed us before. I think."

"That's a no then. Step on up," Brody guided him to the squat rack and
laced the bar with plates. Christian ducked under it and pressed his
shoulders into the bar, feeling its mass.

"It hurts. You don't use a pad?"

"No, we're not pussies. Now place your hands evenly apart, pinkies on that
smooth ring between the ridges. Good. Now ease it on up.

Christian grunted as he stood up fully. The iron bar grinded into his lats
but he gritted his teeth and endured it.

"Back it on out. Okay, now I'll guide you down."

He stepped up to Christian's heels and placed his hands on his hips like
they were at a dance. They felt so strong and sure. Christian looked at
them both in the mirror, Brody's face obscured behind his own.

"Bring it down slowly. Press your heels into the ground like they're a part
of it. Imagine yourself planted into the earth. Think of your body like an
oak in a storm: all movement up top, steady at the bottom."

Brody went on like this as he completed reps in a low and clear
voice. Christian felt his thighs and glutes burning but handled the weight
perfectly.

"Take your butt back. Back more. Imagine if you were taking a dump."

"EW!" Christian gasped.

"Sorry, no poetic way to describe THAT movement" Brody said wryly. Brody
squatted with him keeping hands on his waist. At the furthest point down
Christian's rear was smooshed into Brody's crotch. He felt the warmth of
his loins and his hard stomach on his lower back. Whether this was by
design or not he couldn't tell and was straining too hard to care.

"Up now. Easy, don't bounce. It's harder on your muscles but you'll avoid
injury that way. Uncontrolled movement is the number one cause of that
shit."

"I know, I'm not clueless bro."

"I like to assume you are," Brody whispered in his ear. Christian shivered
and made the plates rattle. Brody's lips in that area never failed to do
that. They repeated eight times, then it was Brody's turn. Christian
admired him from the sidelines.

"Bit more weight this time?"

"Sure, why not."

Brody added twenty-five pounds and they went again.

"You good with more?"

"Child's play," Christian scoffed. Brody raised an eyebrow and twisted his
mouth. Another twenty-five, another set. This time the burn was real and
Brody was grimacing. Christian saw his legs quiver on the final rep.

"How about a *pant* little extra?"

They were really sweating now. Christian felt his underwear clinging to his
thighs and he slicked his hair back to prevent dripping into his face. His
legs were beginning to feel wobbly. One more set on the current weight he
might manage, but more...

"I'll take care of you, don't worry. If it feels too much just let it roll
down your shoulders."

"Let's do it."

In the mirror as he shimmied up to the bar he saw Brody removing his
shirt. Then his pants.

"Dude, anyone could drive by and see!"

"Let them look. It's the most beautiful thing they'll see all day."

Christian didn't contest that. Brody plucked at his t-shirt and his
waistband insistently.

"C'mon."

Casting a searching eye out the garage door he complied, not realizing how
sticky his shirt was. Brody's eyes were devouring him as he removed his
pants.

"I take it back: THAT'S the prettiest thing an onlooker can see."

Christian blushed and moved his hands in front of his crotch. His briefs
were really skimpy. They were so tight they had a kind of pouch in them for
his cock instead of a basket, which made his junk protrude.

"Nah... you win on looks," He deflected.

But he was being honest because GOD Brody looked amazing. His body was
covered in sweat making his skin look like wet rubber layered over sculpted
muscle. He watched the lines of his abs deepen as he exhaled and a droplet
of sweat ran down the center canal to dangle at the edge of his
bellybutton.

"I'll go first."

Brody racked the last plates on the bar and curled himself under it to
adjust his bare shoulders beneath its mass. He looked so lithe and powerful
as he braced against the formidable weight.

"UUHHH!" He grunted as he lifted off.

"You okay?"

"YESH" Brody said through gritted teeth. He edged back a bit feet sliding
in little shimmies. He thrust his ass out, feet immobile just as he taught
Christian, who hovered beside him with arms extended vaguely to intercept a
falling bar or a falling Brody.

"PSSSSSHHHH!"

With a sound like air escaping a tire Brody came back up, all his muscles
visibly trembling.

"Gonna *oof* go for five on this"

"Do you need me underneath?"

"Nah"

Two, three, four. Christian marveled. Brody's legs were quite slim, much
more so than his, but their strength was crazy. The individual cords of his
quads strained through his skin and were alive with a million tiny
undulations looking fit to burst. But on the fifth ascension the wobble was
extreme. His knees were vibrating like a badly tuned engine and he was
stalled midway up in a crouch.

"Here, let me help!" Christian said, taking hold of the slabs of Brody's
sides.

"NO! I can do it!"

"You can't! Let me-"

"NOOOO! AAAAAAHHH!!!"

With a guttural cry Brody gave an almighty heave and the bar went
clattering and smashing back onto the rack.

"LET'S GOOOOO!" He bellowed in a feral victory cry. Christian was grinning
in disbelief and Brody clasped him in a rough bro-hug. From over his
shoulder he could see the deep welt the bar left in his back.

"Your turn now!" Brody enthused with a slap on Christian's cheek.

"I dunno if I can..."

"You can, and you will. I'll be right here."

There was no way he could chicken out. Brody would be disappointed.

"It's go time. Turn around."

For some reason that last sentence sent shockwaves up Christian's spine.

"Here GOES!" He unracked the weight. It felt so much heavier this time,
like a hippo was added to each side instead of twenty pounds. Felt weight
must compound itself. Doing as instructed and imagining his feet as
immovable pillars he went down, Brody with him.

"Thaaaaaat's it. Smooth, easy. Really feel it." Those abs against his back
again. Their wet hardness. It distracted from the searing burn in his
thighs.

Up he went. And down. And up. The pain was growing unbearable. And
down. His legs swarmed with fire ants. And up. Now they were jello. And
down. Oh God.

"RRRrrgh..." He hissed. Every instinct told him to drop the bar as it dug
unmercifully into his back. His quads were tearing in two but he'd felt
worse before. But there was something else now. Something hard.

"C'mon, you can do it! Up! UP!"

"OGodICAN'T!" Christian sputtered in a breathless shriek.

"You CAN! GET UP NOW!" Brody roared load enough to make the blood pounding
in his ears ripple.

"YUUUUAAAGHH!" In imitation of Brody's battle cry Christian marshalled all
his reserves and heaved. His knees locked out and he heard the tumultuous
clatter of the plates, and suddenly felt weightless as a feather.

"FUCK YEAH!"

Brody embraced him from behind as he leaned into the bar for support,
breathing heavily and letting his spent legs soften and dangle.

"Proud of you," Brody whispered, holding him tighter and supporting him.

"Mmmmm" Was all he could say. Sweat ran in rivers down his legs.

"I think you deserve a reward for that."

All the pain was gone and replaced with pleasure. Brody's body was warm and
wet on his back.

"Ooohmmm..."

Brody was getting him into the zone. His mind was softening as much as his
legs. He was losing the ability to think but they couldn't do it here!

"Not...here...peepul...see" He forced out, clinging to the remnants of his
speech as his brain submerged in hormones. Brody's hands roved over his
stomach, tracing through his abs and dipping into his bellybutton.

"Like I said-"Brody ran his tongue over his ear "Prettiest thing they'll
ever see" His breath was hot and moist in his ear canal. It blew deep into
him.

"Noooooo..."

Christian moaned softly in protest but his body was betraying him. His
muscles melted under Brody's touch. Everywhere his hands went turned to
butter under a hot knife. In contrast his lovestick grew harder like it was
sucking all the strength from the rest of his body.

"But you want it so baaad," Brody cooed to him as he wrapped a hand gently
around his throat, "You wanna swallow my cock, huh? You wanna drink from
it? Slurp down everything I feed you?"

The words made his cock strain hard. He could practically hear the fabric
stretching in his briefs. Brody's other hand slipped into them and grasped
his length.

"OOOH Brody! Oh pleeease."

"I like it when you say my name. Say it again."

"Brody" The hand tightened around his neck, the other moved a bit along his
shaft.

"Again."

"Bro-DEE" The hand rose to cover his mouth. A finger pressed to his lips
and he opened automatically letting it slide in.

"Now say it once more," Brody sighed into his ear before giving it a
nip. He began to jerk Christian in earnest, lovingly polishing the end of
his dick with each stroke, pinching the lips of his dickhole and spreading
his precum.

"Bwoah-Dee" Christian moaned through the finger in his mouth. He was too
horny to question anything. He was too hot. Brody's body was a furnace
against him, the hard pads of his pecs like stones in the sun. Another
finger slipped into his mouth and he rolled his tongue around it's salty,
coppery surface as the pressure built in his groin.

"Gooood boyyyy" Brody said in a low rumble. He forced his fingers deeper in
Christian's mouth as he powered up the pace on his cock, quickly moving the
noisome briefs down below his waist.

"Aaauugghww" Christian gargled as he rolled his tongue over the fingers in
his mouth. When he felt his briefs lowered he began to hump into Brody's
fist and the fingers began moving in and out of his mouth. He closed his
lips over them.

"It's a reflex for you isn't it-," Brody smooched his neck, "-my little
cocksucker."

"Oh Jeeeshzus phucking YASSS"

Brody flailed his wrist to spank Christian's inflamed cock, forced
Christian's head back onto his shoulder as he fingerfucked his mouth and
squeezed him hard against the bar.

"MMMM, MMM, MMMMMM"

"Yeah keep going baby, that's perfect...

Christian's head was swampy and thick, delirious with heat and
pressure. Neck arched back and hips pumping he was reduced to an animal, a
machine that humped and sucked, a sweaty puddle in Brody's arms that could
only stab his angry red meat.

"Yes Chrissy, YES, YES, YES" Brody groaned punctuating each words with a
thrust of his cock into Christian's taint, driving Christian's chest deeper
into the bar.

*SLURP, SLURP, SLURP*

Christian sucked on the fingers and pumped his hips now completely
mindless. All he could think of was his orgasm which built and boiled in
his depths. So close...so close... Brody was humping in tandem with
himself, pushing forward, crushing his chest into the iron. He didn't
care. He needed to erupt. He thrust like his life depended on it filling
the whole gym with a ringing wet slap of flesh on flesh. The surge was at
his tip when he opened his eyes slightly and saw them in the mirror, both
their clouded gazes, himself a wanton, inflamed, gasping slut cradled into
Brody's pale body, bound tight in a firm prison of flesh. He erupted.

"NNNNGGUAAUGH!"

Christian thought his cock exploded as it geysered a week's worth of cum
all over the floor. Even through the frothing surge of love chemicals in
his brain and Brody's tongue swirling around his ear, he heard the splatter
on the concrete and felt his taint suddenly grow warm and wet: Brody had
cum too.

"Oh...oh...."

"You..oh fuck..." Brody breathed.

If not for the barbell and Brody's now dead weight pinning him into it,
Christian would have collapsed. He felt wrung utterly dry. What would
someone think if they happened to walk in front of the gym: two naked teen
boys leaning into each other in a squat rack, panting and sweaty with their
undies at their ankles. They stayed like that for a while, no sounds but
their labored breathing and the occasional drip of cum from Christian's
underside. After a while it was uncomfortable.

"Brody...UGH... it hurts."

"Wuh? Oh, sorry."

Brody staggered back and unpinned him. He painfully massaged the deep
impression the bar left in his pecs. His legs were still not working and he
teetered to the ground.

"That was amazing. I'm spent."

He groaned as he reached down to pull his underwear back up.

"We didn't get to do much of what I planned," Brody pouted.

"Like what?" Christian asked innocently, sitting with his legs splayed out.

"Deadlifts, clean and jerks, pull-ups, your first REAL introduction to
wrestling, and..." He curved his foot around to Christian's backside,
"...exploring a little more of this." He finished with a devilish smile.

Christian balked at that.

"It's kinda soon for THAT, isn't it? Besides I dunno if I want someone
messing around back there."

"So what was that in my room the other week, and what literally just
happened?" Brody was nonplussed. It was cleat Christian wanted it. When his
fingers or his cock strayed near that pink rosebud the kid practically had
a seizure from pleasure.

"Not what you're talking about." Christian replied stoutly. "You mean
actually..." He blushed, unable to say it out loud.

"Penetration?" Brody offered.

"YES," Christian said with relief, "And that's just like...too much right
now." He drew his knees to his chest as if to retreat into his
shell. Glancing over to the yawning garage door only feet away with
sunlight pouring in, he felt self-conscious.

"Can we please go to the bathroom and get dressed now?"

Brody wanted to press the issue, but with great restraint he just said
"Fine, fine," and raised his hands in defeat. They cleaned themselves up
with papertowels and redressed. Brody watched Christian as he slipped back
into his clothes. Why was he so weird about taking this to the next level?
His body had practically demanded it, begged for it. Did he not want to
overcommit himself? Did he still not trust him? The thought caused him to
burn inside. How could Christian not trust him after what they'd been
through together? What sort of doubts still lingered? What sort of
interminable probationary period was required to get firmly in this kid's
good graces? Where did he get off being so goddamn demanding? Who was HE to
reject HIM? What a fucking ungrateful little-

Whoah, steady Brody. Steady.

He was doing it again. That part of him that hounded his thoughts like an
evil spirit. That told him the world and everyone in it was treacherous and
fickle and unworthy.

You have to resist it. Please, please, please, please...

Christian donned his shoes when Brody took his face in both hands and
kissed his lips.  Christian's heart swelled fit to burst. He would trade
all the naughty stuff just for that and hoped to God Brody felt the same
way. He wished he could ask him.

"Thanks for not being mad."

"Course not. You're right. We should get to know each other better. You
still haven't even been to one of my wrestling matches."

"Can I come?"

Brody's eyebrows shot up. He looked genuinely pleased.

"Yeah! The biggest one of this whole month is next Wednesday evening. Can
you make it?"

"Sure! Does it cost anything? Do I need to make a reservation?"

Brody threw his head back and gave a rich laugh. Christian loved the sound.

"Dude, wrestling's popularity in this state is practically
negative. They'll be thrilled just to see people besides parents and
siblings show up."

"Sweet! I'll be there."

Brody smiled.

"Good."

They walked out of the gym with Brody's arm over Christian's shoulder
chatting about workouts and muscle groups and anerobic vs aerobic and
everything else pertaining to sport. And once again Christian felt light as
a feather.



End of Chapter 10