Disclaimer: The following story contains sexually explicit depictions of primarily male-on-male sexuality. All characters involved in sexual activity are over the age of 18.
Hello, and welcome to my first published piece in Literotica. I wanted to put some of my own sexual curiousness in a story. It's complete enough that I felt it could be my Literotica debut after being a longtime lurker. Feel free to critique on it (It's my first piece, I appreciate all feedback!).
The warm rays of the late May morning sun in Central California caressed the face of 23-year-old college graduate and budding gym instructor Bastian Callaghan, slowly waking him up from another night of sleep made difficult by his building libido. Waking up, his first instinct was to notice the full mast of his morning wood.
"When I will have to stop putting up with this shit?" Bastian's surplus of masculine sexual energy was abetted by both his post-college dry spell, as well as his own discipline towards physical fitness. He had heard something about 'semen retention' in social media and this precept was part of his dedication Of course, he performed extremely well as both executer and instructor of gym routines. However, he began seeing his own sexual desires as a hindrance. He hadn't given himself any release nor viewed any kind of pornography (Not even cable-grade softcore stuff) so the things he managed to see that were titillating or suggestive (Such as fellow gym influencer young women in Instagram posting the casual bikini photo on holiday) ate up on his desires. To his further dismay, he had been having vivid sexual dreams involving a few of this women.
As Bastian walked down the stairs, he looked for his stepmother and father, only to realize that they were probably at that new, glitzy church known for their gaudy worship displays and their hack head preacher. Looking around the living room, he noticed via the thermostat that the temperature of the day had crept up from the pleasant 75F to a hot 95F -- unusual to creep that high so early even in May - which led him to take off the baggy sleeveless shirt he normally wore to sleep. "Damn it."
Bastian decided to get off his mind from his extreme desires by doing the thing he enjoyed most: Physical activity. He put on some athletic shoes (and gloves to protect him from the heat on the aluminum) and went to his backyard, where a makeshift gym -- which he built alongside Ian -- was waiting for him. His attention was completely locked into his routine of both weight lifting and cardio. Barbell squats. Deadlifting. Farmer's carry with heavy kettlebells. This routines would normally cause a casual gym-goer to fall exhaust. But Bastian was doing them with a certain fury and frustration. He had an inner beast that needed release.
As he moved from the kettlebell station into the monkey bars, something -- or more precisely someone -- drew the young blonde man's attention. A sensation that Bastian himself even felt unusual for him.
50-year-old Arthur Wolfe, a divorcee and new neighbor of Bastian, was working out on his backyard, which was placed exactly in front of Bastian's. Medium-length brown hair with silver streaks and a beard, Arthur was also pumping iron shirtless -- although his equipment was clearly high-end, priced out of Bastian's meager income even though he had begged his parents to loan him some cash - Not only was Bastian impressed by this... But at Arthur's physique. Arthur had a 10-pack while Bastian's was a six-pack. His pecs, his biceps, his back, which Bastian got a glimpse of after Arthur turned around to grab his towel and bottle of water.
Bastian felt drawn towards Arthur's body in a way difficult to come to terms with. He'd swore the only source of attraction were the female Instagram fitness models he followed in his account, or the girls he fooled around in college. He felt a heat in his loins, which he assumed that, his long fast of sexual activity was making him think everything but straight. His face turning beet red, it wasn't long before Arthur noticed Bastian staring at him, which caused him to smile, stop his routine and walk towards the side of the fence that faced Bastian's backyard.
"Man, really nice day to work out in the backyard, isn't it?" Bastian was shocked at how casual Arthur approached him. Arthur give a friendly raise of his eyebrow and lowering of his head as Bastian struggled to speak.
"Your throat's probably dry..." Arthur grabbed his titanium water bottle and threw it towards Bastian to break him from his trance in the most jock-ish way "Think fast, dude!"
Bastian did react quickly and snatched the bottle. Taking a first nervous sip, the mildly sweet taste of berries sat right with him which kept him drinking. Unbeknownst to him, Arthur was looking keenly at the certain abandon in which the young blonde man chugged from the bottle. "Ahhhhh" In search of refreshment and out of his confused state, Bastian had accidentally downed the bottle's entire liquid content. "DAMN, I'M SORRY! I drank it all by accident!"
Arthur laughed. "It's okay bud. I just got that can of pre-train yesterday, so I got lots more on my cupboards." Arthur then extended his hand to greet Bastian formally: "I'm Arthur! And you're...?"
Bastian now felt comfortable enough to approach the older man. "Bastian. I've seen you around town because you've moved here a few months ago."
