At The Gym With Jason

I was sitting on the ground, Jason was chatting to me. He has great legs, and he wears shorts that just fit him everywhere.

“My eyes are up here, Josh,” says Jason.

We worked me hard. We kind of compete. The gay boy determined to better than the straight boy, the straight boy determined to better than the gay boy.

He tells me he is sore from shagging.

“If you don’t want me to look at your dick,” I say. “Don’t tell me stories about it.”

“I didn’t say my cock was sore.”

“Okay, which part of you is then?”

He laughs that kind of self-conscious laugh.