Balls to the Wall
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by SL Majors
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica
Description: Balls to the Walls is David's motto, along with the name of his one-man personal training firm. Callum, young and enthusiastic, wants to be a better footballer, and he hires David to train him. Usually shy, Callum can't help himself when he exits the locker room's shower and sees David standing before the mirror, a snow-white towel wrapped around his lean waist. He has not yet showered, and he smells of musk and man. David becomes Callum's teacher in all things physical, but things really heat up when Callum teaches the older man a thing or two about emotion and vulnerability. Reader Advisory: This story was released as part of the Naughty Nibbles Anthology by Total-E-Bound
eBook Publisher: Total-e-bound, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: May 2009
26 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [61 KB]
Reading time: 30-42 min.
"Balls to the Walls is a really enjoyable ~ and steamy ~ short." -Rainbow Reviews
Callum O'Neil's mouth dried.
He stepped out of the shower stall, still completely naked, and saw David Browning, his mentor, his trainer ... he sighed ... the man he secretly had a crush on. David Browning, owner of Balls to the Walls, was standing in front of a sink, shaving. The mirror on the wall had odd shaped patches of steam clinging to it.
While he'd been in the shower, running soap over his chest, down his stomach, lathering his balls and slipping a slick finger into his anus, he'd thought of nothing but David.
Callum had imagined David bending him over the sink in a moment of passion and burying his cock deep in his tight little hole. His own balls would fill to exploding. When David pounded his prostate, Callum would explode, even without touching his cock.
The water had all but run cold as Callum stretched out his hands and used the wall for support. Even the fantasy of his mentor teaching him about man on man love had the power to bring him to his knees.
David obviously hadn't noticed Callum yet, so he seized the rare opportunity to shamelessly, openly stare.
A snow-white towel was draped around David's lean waist. Across his back were a few good sized scars. From what, Callum didn't know. Rather than detract from David's good looks though, the ragged, raised scars only made him sexier.
The towel was fairly thin, not at all like the ones Callum had at home. But this gym-sized piece of material allowed Callum to see the length of David's legs, along with the power in his thighs, and the tightness of his arse.
His biceps were well honed from hours at his own training facility, teaching and demonstrating, which he did while being supportive and full of encouragement. He'd intentionally kept the place small, he said. It wasn't a big health club. It was more like an exclusive studio in a primo location. David hadn't bought a lot of equipment. Rather, he had a select group of machines that were top of the line and designed for maximum results. His list of clients was A-list, as well. First class, all the way around. He worked with only one person at a time, and, as Callum knew, David gave each client all of his efforts and energy. Every time he was here, he felt unique and special, even if he occasionally caused more trouble than he was worth.