DJ067

Male reader/Josh Martín

You tried not to linger on what had happened with your boss a few days ago. When Josh Martín flirted with you in the sauna. More than flirted, actually, but you weren’t ready for that conversation yet.

You tried pushing it down. Working. Fucking your fiancé. Doing whatever you could to stay busy and keep that man out of your mind. But nothing worked.

A late day workout at the club might help. In a tank top and shorts, you made your way to the gym. It was about to close, but you could stay after. Perks of blackmailing your boss. One of the only. The place wasn’t empty, but it wasn’t exactly full.

You put in your earbuds and got on a treadmill to warm up your legs. Music pumped through your ears and your legs got to work. You felt better.

The machine next to you turned on. You stole a quick glance to see who was next to you.

Who would’ve fucking guessed.

Josh, dressed in a grey tanktop and black shorts, still wearing that stupid necklace. And he was already looking at you. His lips curved into a smirk as he rolled back his shoulders and pressed a few more buttons.

“We’ve really got to stop meeting like this.”

You narrowed your eyes, glaring slightly and hoping your face wasn’t as red as it felt. He began to jog. Even worse, this cocky bastard was going faster than you.

Well, he may have the bigger biceps, but you never skipped a leg day. You were only getting started. Screw the warmup. You increased your speed and jogged along. You turned up your music.

Josh gave you a once over and increased his speed, as well as the incline. This cheeky bastard. His cocky smirk was gone, replaced with the concentrated smolder of a locked in man. He looked forward, like he didn’t know you were there.

And that pissed you off. You went faster. He had old knees. You could win this one.

He went faster.

So did you.

The music in your ears played louder and louder, to the point where it felt as if he could hear it. You kept your eyes on Josh. Never take your eyes off of the enemy.

The two of you stared each other down, sweat rolling off of your foreheads, panting like dogs. He glared, biting his lip in thought before stopping his machine.

“You win.”

You smiled, slowing yours down, but not stopping, just to be cocky.

“Win what? I’m just warming up my legs before I get serious.”

Josh laughed dryly, getting off his machine and walking to yours.

“Don’t get too smug, now. I could beat your ass any day.”

“That’s not what that machine says.”

Josh pressed the stop button on your treadmill, forcing it to a halt. You almost wiped out, grabbing onto the sides at the last second and keeping yourself up.

“You’re done warming up, right? Let me tag along for your workout. Why don’t you show me just how strong you are?”

With that, he slapped you on the back like a friend and walked away. “Come on,” he called, like you were his dog. It felt like a trap. Or a threat. A chance for him to show he’s stronger than you, or even hurt you.

But you weren’t one to turn down a workout.

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He was a little intense. Maybe his upper body was stronger than yours. You learned that through helping him with his reps.

You would stand over him and make sure he could handle the weight, which he always could. Worse, when it was your turn to do the exact same, you struggled. He stood right over you, acting all encouraging. But not in the tone a gym buddy should use.

“C’mon… you’re so close…” he would tease, making it harder to get the bar away from your chest. Then when you’d stand afterwards, he’d slap you on the back, or the shoulder, or even the ass once, muttering some “good job” bullshit.

On some machines, he’d adjust your form. A squeeze of your shoulders or biceps. Innocent enough, but still enough to make your blood boil.

At one point, he straightened out your back while you were doing curls. He held your waist with one hand and used the other to adjust your chest. Then, he slid the other hand down to your waist as well. He was holding you.

“That’s it, just like that…” he whispered. You almost dropped the dumbbells. But just as quickly, he moved his hands away again. You hated your boss.

Your only satisfaction came from slipping some extra weights on when he wasn’t looking. It was Josh’s turn to lift, and for once, he struggled. You got to watch his face turn red. Watch him pant. Just like he had watched you a few days ago.

And you teased. A foot above him, grinning, you teased.

“Come on, sir. You’ve almost got it. Is it too much? Is it too big, Mr. Martín?”

If looks could kill, you’d have been annihilated. His red face twisted into a glare. You stood directly over him, and you felt sweat slide off your face. You watched it land on his. You watched him try not to react. He finally lifted the bar. Thank god. The workout was over.

You were both exhausted, and the gym was practically deserted. You both collapsed on the floor, sitting across from each other, almost close enough to touch.

Panting, you thanked god you remembered a water bottle. Josh wasn’t so lucky. He eyed yours hungrily.

You couldn’t help but tease him. With a small smirk, you lifted the bottle and kept eye contact as you drank. He could hear you gulp. His tongue wet his dry lips, and you chuckled.

“You thirsty?”

He scoffed. “I’m the general manager. I could call somebody and have an iced water in a minute flat.”

“Have fun with that,” you replied as you took another swig, squirting it into your mouth from a distance, purposely allowing some water to escape, just to tease him.

Josh rolled his eyes, still panting, and eventually swallowed his pride, reaching out a hesitant hand.

“Let me get a sip.”

“What’s the magic word?”

“I could fire you.”

“I could ruin you.”

He sighed again, unable to look at you, shifting slightly. You smiled at his uncomfortable demeanor. You forgot how much you liked being in charge.

“…please.”

You had to bite the inside of your mouth to avoid calling him a good boy. He’d probably punch you. You handed the bottle to Josh after minimal teasing. Your fingers made contact as you passed it off. He didn’t even thank you. Just kept panting. Looking at you with those brown eyes.

He lifted the bottle sprayed it into his mouth, looking at you just as you did to him. Missing just like you did. You rolled your eyes and looked away, partially just to avoid looking at the way his throat moved.

“If you’re gonna drink my water, at least actually drink it. Half of it’s on your chin and chest.”

He smiled again at your annoyance, looking down at the water on him. He dragged a finger along his chin and slowly down his neck, collecting droplets before sticking the finger in his mouth. And he never looked away.

Josh moved the bottle to his lips. Not to minimize distance when water falling. No, he put it straight to his lips. You could have sworn he used some tongue. And he drank from your bottle. His throat bobbed as he groaned slightly in satisfaction. Sweat made his grey tanktop cling to him, making him resemble a statue more than an annoying boss. You were lost in thought again.

“Hey, buddy. My eyes are up here,” he teased. You quickly looked back up, embarrassed. He laughed and stood, throwing the water bottle back into your chest.

“You’re all sweaty. Damn, you need a shower,” he commented.

“So do you,” you retaliated with a scoff. He looked down at his body like he hadn’t registered the sweat before looking back at you.

“Hm. Guess I do.” He smirked suggestively, raising an eyebrow. “Guess I’ll see you in there.” And finally, he walked away.

You watched your boss walk off, trying not to focus on his back muscles in that tanktop, or his ass in those tight shorts. It was so hypnotizing, you almost didn’t catch what he said. See you in there?

After another minute of sitting and catching your breath, you hesitantly made your way to the locker room, heart pounding. You couldn’t avoid him. Your clothes were in the locker room. And you did need a shower.

As you walked in, you could already hear the shower running. You entered the shower area. Lines of curtains with walls in between. Normally, these offered privacy. If you used them correctly.

Josh was not using it correctly. He had the curtain open ever so slightly, his body on display for anyone who walked by from the right angle. Which, granted, would only really be you. The thought shook you.

As you creeped closer, you could hear him humming. You got a better view. God, he looked like a statue. What the Greeks would imagine a perfect man looking like. A hero. A warrior. Maybe a God. Muscular. A bit of hair. The vein you so often noticed on his forehead wasn’t the only visible one on his body. His eyes were closed. Steam poured out of the small space. You decided to say something so you didn’t take him by surprise.

“Wouldn’t it be warmer with the curtain closed?” You asked. He didn’t seem startled, simply opening his eyes. Josh smirked slightly, seemingly unbothered by your presence. By your eyes.

“You perving on me? I bet HR would love that.”

“I bet HR would love the handjob you gave me a few days ago.”

Josh smirked. “Allegedly.”

You couldn’t help but smile too, slinking into the stall next to him. Unlike Josh, you actually closed your curtain. You took off your clothes, putting them over the wall before turning the shower on. You jerked back as the water hit your body. Cold.

“There a problem over there?” Your boss called from over the wall. You wondered how he knew.

“No warm water. Fuck, I hate cold showers,” you replied, trying to force yourself to get used to the water. You were shivering. No way you could relax like this.

“I’ve got plenty of warm water,” Josh teased. You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, maybe save some for me.”

“Why should I? I’m trying to relax, too.” You tried to ignore him, not responding. He made it hard. Josh made noises as the warm water hit him. Like he was just having the time of his life, letting his muscles relax under the water. He kept it up for another minute before suggesting something.

“You know… maybe you should join me.”

Your breath caught in your throat. He was joking. Surely he was joking. But the uncomfortable silence that followed told you otherwise.

“…what?” You asked, voice coming out higher than you’d like.

“Join me,” Josh repeated, voice low and firm. Less of a request than an order. “I saw you looking at my body back there. Why don’t I return the favor?”

Your blush grew as you felt your cock twitch at the thought. Shit, maybe he was serious. Maybe this was going to happen. You tried to calm your body down, closing your eyes and breathing. He took your silence as more room to negotiate.

“Come on, we’re both men. Are you shy?” He teased. You ignored him. Focus on your breathing. Just calm down. Your body began to listen, but it was taking too long. Josh was annoyed by your continued silence. His voice grew more serious.

“Look, man, if you don’t come over here in the next five seconds, I’m gonna drag your ass in, alright?”

Annoyed, you opened your eyes again, considering your options before taking a deep breath and opening the curtain. You weren’t a bold man. You didn’t let many people see you like this. But you didn’t care anymore. You just wanted to shut him up.

His eyes met you through the gap in his shower curtain, widening slightly. Like he didn’t expect you to go through with it.

You opened the curtain, stepped inside and closed it behind you, backing him up against the wall. He looked you and up and down with a smile, both of your bodies now on full display and just inches away from each other.

His was gorgeous. Seeing it up close and personal was unlike anything else. It took everything in you to meet his eyes and stay angry.

“Alright, I’m here, asshole, what do you want?” You asked. Josh stifled back a laugh, eyes moving down. You pushed his shoulder again, reminding him to keep his eyes up. You were equally embarrassed and turned on.

“Someone’s feisty, aren’t they?” He joked, pushing you away with one hand. He walked up to you, not keeping much space, with their groins just inches apart. “I was just sick of listening to you complain, okay? Don’t make this weird.”

Before you could give an angry, snarky reply, he turned around, facing the nozzle and running his hands through his hair. Hesitantly, you put some space between the two of you and tried to do the same.

Sharing a shower is more difficult than you’d imagine. Only so much water. You were getting cold again. He looked back and noticed you shivering.

“Cold?” He looked at you while putting soap on his hands, beginning to rub them across his body. You tried not to watch his blistered hands and his wedding ring move over his smooth skin, but he was making quite a show out of it. You nodded. You were pretty cold, actually.

He moved over slightly, leaving more room under the nozzle, signaling you to get under. And, as you kept finding yourself doing, you obeyed. Now you were next to each other. Once again, nothing to hide. He smiled and muttered under his breath something that sounded suspiciously like “good boy”.

You looked away again, putting soap on your hands as well. You tried to pretend he wasn’t there, rubbing your hands under your arms and down your chest.

You felt warm hands touch your shoulders. You jumped at first, resisting for a second. The firm hands rubbed your shoulders, soothing.

“Hey, hey, relax. It’s just me. I’m just washing your back,” Josh reasoned, running his hands back and forth. As you relaxed into the touch, he moved them down. His fists worked at the knots in your back. A wet, soapy palm would move around your shoulder blade. Sometimes his hands moved too low.

“Oh, you like this, don’t ya, boy?” He teased. Shit, you were aroused again. Visibly. You felt your face go red. But before you could make an excuse, you felt it. The hard stir of something large against your back. And you realized he felt the same. Something shifted in you, and you couldn’t hold it back anymore.

You turned around and grabbed his shoulders, quickly spinning him and pushing him face first against the wall. Surprised, Josh met you with slight resistance, but you stood firm. One hand held him against the wall. The other moved to his hair and tugged.

“Let me return the favor. You scratch my back, right?” You couldn’t help but tug further, forcing him to look at you. His eyes wide and feral. Lips parted in a pant. You loved it.

“I’ve always wanted to play with your curls,” you admitted.

You loosened your hold on his back. You knew he’d stay. Josh liked it. You squirted shampoo into one hand, white and thick. Not helping your erection. You roughly rubbed it into his hair, forcing the shampoo into the curls. You made sure to use your fingernails, almost pulling his head back and forth with how rough you were scrubbing.

And he was groaning. Fuck, it was less of a groan now and more just a moan. He liked it rough.

So you kept going. You tugged harder, putting a free hand on his waist and getting close enough that you were touching. Every noise he made caused your cock to twitch, and you wanted him to know. You wanted him to feel what he was doing to you.

“Yeah, you like that, huh, Mr. Martín?” You teased in his ear, voice low and rugged. You pulled harder, still.

You began to kiss his neck. Not sweetly or intimately. Like you were hungry. Like you wanted to destroy him, let everyone know who he belonged to. Like Mr. Martín was your last meal.

You kissed your way across his jaw, neck and collarbones. All the while, he moaned, jerking his head back. You slightly sunk your teeth into his shoulder, looking over it to see how he responded to the pain.

Who would have guessed Josh was a masochist?

His tan hand moved to his cock, but you quickly stopped him, whispering into his ear instead.

“Let me handle that for you.”

You grabbed on and started jerking him off. To your surprise, he shook his head. Confused, you withdrew, stepping back slightly and loosening your grip, but he didn’t like that either. Through pants, he managed a few words.

“I want you…” Confused, you moved your hand back to his cock, but he shook his head again. “No… I want… you… to fuck… me.”

Your eyes widened a little when you realized what he meant. Obviously, you weren’t a virgin, but you’d never done this with a man before. He noticed your hesitation, raising an eyebrow and smirking, a little too cocky for the man pinned against a wall.

“You need me to walk you through it, rookie?”

Josh laughed, and you glared, making up your mind. Just because he decided to be an asshole, you were gonna wing it. You hoped that it would hurt.

You spit on your hands, and without warning him, stuck two fingers inside. They were met with little resistance as he bucked his head back. You moved them around, thrusting slightly. You decided he was good on prep.

You removed your fingers and rubbed your shaft, keeping it nice and wet. You held onto his shoulder for both your stability and his.

“You ready?” Josh nodded. Fast. He was ready.

You lined up your tip with his entrance, teasing for a second. A second was all you could bare before you went in. Slowly, at first. Josh groaned. You smiled.

“Yeah, you like that?” You began to thrust, moving to the rhythm of his voice. Faster, faster, faster. Just like on the treadmill only an hour before. And just like then, you were going to come out victorious.

It didn’t take long for you to come inside him with a moan. He followed soon after. The hand once pulling on his hair began petting it, rewarding him for being good. You couldn’t help but smile.

“Mr. Martín… I never would have taken you for a bottom.”

He scoffed, moving away from you and washing off under the faucet. He got most of you off him, but the hickeys on his shoulder remained. You were too horny to care about the consequences. Josh looked back at you, soft brown eyes calming down, but the desire had not yet left them.

Male reader/Josh Martín

Blackmailing your boss came with some perks. For example, the sauna. You could use it after hours when no one else was around. You preferred it that way. You weren’t insecure, but you weren’t one to flaunt either. Privacy was better.

First, you checked and made sure no one was around. Seeing you were alone, you went to the locker room and stripped off your clothes, simply wrapping a towel around your waist.

You entered the sauna, sitting down with a sigh and closing your eyes. The stream was perfect. It helped to calm your nerves.

Recently, you and your fiancé stopped by your bosses house to return his wallet. Joshua Martín, the rich, hot owner of the club. Sometimes you worried about him being the boss of your girl. He’s married, but he seems just like the kind of asshole who’d cheat.

Especially after that night.

He was arguing with his wife, even threatening her. Your fiancé got it all on video. And now you were using it to your advantage. Pay raises and promotions. You almost felt bad.

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in thought. Sweat coated your muscles and your hair became damp. Your muscles relaxed. Until you heard the door open.

You quickly opened your eyes, wondering who else would be here this late. Another high ranked employee? No, worse. Your boss. Shirtless with a small towel around his neck and a larger one around his waist, you could tell how muscular he was. He could probably beat the shit out of you. And now you were alone.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize anyone else was here!” Josh said in a friendly tone, smiling like they weren’t in a standoff. You subconsciously adjusted your towel to make sure you were covered, suddenly wishing you had a shirt on. He seemed to sense how tense you were.

“You mind if I join you?”

Okay, you thought, I guess we’re playing nice. Why did you ever get involved in this? With a silent curse to your fiancé, you put on a fake smile as well, gesturing next to you.

“Not at all! The more the merrier!”

Why the fuck did you say that? When has that ever been the right thing to say to someone in a sauna? He didn’t comment on your lack of social skills, instead sitting next to you, a little closer than you expected. Why did you invite him to sit next to you? That’s gay. You weren’t gay. You had a fiancé. He had a wife. You were blackmailing him. You had to stay focused.

Josh leaned back, letting out a small groan, and you couldn’t help but look. He stretched, tired from a long day of work. Sweat formed on his chest, and his large pecs became pronounced as he put his shoulders back and lifted his head. A gold fish necklace hung across his tan chest.

Mesmerized by his movements, you continued to stare. He ran a hand through his dark curls. Speaking of hair, he didn’t have any on his chest. Did he wax? Oddly enough, it started again just below his stomach. His happy trail and v-line grabbed your attention, until his words snapped you back into reality.

“You good, bro?” He took his small towel and wiped his forehead. You quickly nodded, looking back into his eyes, face red.

“Yeah man, yeah. Just, uh… zoning out. Had a long week, is all.” You explained, leaning back into your spot. Just play it cool, you thought.

“You’re telling me, man. It’s just been work, work, work, nonstop, am I right?” He laughed. You gave a small polite chuckle, just to not leave him hanging. Why was he facing you now? Josh’s body was angled to look at you. Why couldn’t he just enjoy the sauna? Why was his towel so low? Why were you looking?

“And then, on top of all of that, I get home, and my wife is on some bullshit, you know?” He chuckled again, finally facing forward and leaning back. One of his arms rested on your shoulder, which was only mildly uncomfortable. It was your closer shoulder, so at least he wasn’t wrapped around. At least you didn’t have to feel his bicep against your neck. That was a good thing.

“You know what it’s like, don’t you? The nagging?”

You smiled but shook your head. It doesn’t matter how intimidating he is, you wouldn’t insult your fiancé.

“Can’t say I do. We, uh, we get along pretty well, I’d say. My fiancé and I.”

Josh laughed, not even bothering to look at you, shaking his head.

“You’re young. Of course you get along. Give it a few years. Give it a few months.” He finally looked at you. “Give it a little stress.”

Was he talking about the blackmail? He had to be. It was the tone. You could tell from the tone he was up to something. You just nodded uncomfortably, unsure what to say.

“You’d be surprised at how easily you break.”

Before you could even process what happened, he was standing. Josh stood directly in front of you, an arm on the bench on either side of your body. He leaned in. His smile was gone. Your faces weren’t far apart. Your chests were even closer. You didn’t even want to think about your legs.

“I don’t think you understand… how easily I could break you,” he murmured. It was low, but firm. Not an under his breath grumble. A statement. He looked you up and down, and you felt your face go red again. What was wrong with you? Why were you so intimidated? You tried to straighten up, but that only brought you closer to him. Just inches away from his tan face. From his lips.

“Look, man, you need to back up.” You tried to assert some dominance. Some control. You had the video of him threatening his wife, why were you worried?

His lips curled into a smirk as he let out a dry laugh, shaking his head.

“Or… what? You’re gonna fight me? Right here in the sauna? Trust me, amigo, that’s not a fight you’re going to win, no matter how strong you think you are.”

Before you could argue, he moved his arm and lightly squeezed your bicep. You jerked away, but he grabbed back on and pulled you back into place. For whatever reason, you didn’t fight it. He squeezed the muscle again before looking back at you, smug.

“Yeah. I’d win.”

Your blush just kept getting worse, and it was starting to get a little humiliating. What was going on? And how were you losing? He dragged a finger down your arm. Then he dragged it back up. Then down again.

“You know, maybe we could have been gym buddies. If it weren’t for the bullshit you pulled.” He didn’t even look at you, lazily glancing at your arm as he continued to touch it. You rolled your eyes.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have gotten into that fight with your wife!” You snapped back.

That got his attention.

Josh looked back at you, and in a split second, his arm moved again. It pushed you back against the wall, pinning you there. You pushed back, but to no avail. His hand formed a fist right between your pecs, and you could feel his bicep across your nipple as he pushed you harder against the cold wall. You winced, not giving up your struggle as he spoke.

“Maybe you should mind your own goddamn business!” He hissed. He sighed, using his free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“See, this is the problem with your generation. You want to play the hero. You think you’re special. That the rules don’t apply. That you don’t have to put in the work. I bust my ass, you know that? I didn’t just blackmail my boss and move up. I worked for it. You ever done that? Worked for something?” He teased, though his tone was still more angry than playful.

“Fuck you, you old bitch,” you replied. Not very creative. You clawed at his bicep. He pushed even harder, and you coughed loudly. His free hand formed a finger, and Josh mockingly raised it to your lips to tell you to be quiet.

“You wouldn’t want to alert the janitors. You don’t want them to… catch us, do you?”

It was the way he said catch us. Or maybe the way he was touching your lips. Whatever it was… something happened. Something that had never happened to you before. Something you never thought would happen to you.

You, a straight man, just got a boner from being threatened by your boss. Your male boss. Your old, hot male boss.

And he noticed.

His lips curled back up. The smile was smug, a little proud, even. You looked away in shame. The hand on your lip moved to your chin as Josh tutted. He forced you to look down.

“You see that? All that for me, huh? I guess you really like this, you sick fuck. Is that why you did it?” He was cruel, and it was not helping. The blood continued rushing down as you thrashed your head around. He continued to hold you in place.

You worried about the towel covering you, praying it wouldn’t slip. If it did, you would probably just quit your job. Money was not worth it.

“Why don’t you want to look? Are you ashamed?” Josh laughed. You didn’t respond, closing your eyes and wishing it would go away. That pissed him off. He forced your chin back up.

“Hey,” he commanded. “Hey.” More stern this time. His fingers came up to hold your cheek as his thumb continued to hold your chin. You opened your eyes and found yourself staring right into his eyes.

“Look at me. Why won’t you look at me?” He spoke softer this time, but you could tell it was an illusion. You wouldn’t fall for it. But despite this, you felt your eyes soften. Your glare was being replaced by something sincere. You couldn’t help it.

“There we go. Good boy.”

You bit your lips to hold back a moan. It was pathetic, really. To be rewarded for your submission. And to like it. But despite this, you craved it. You looked down at his chest. He was breathing hard. So were you. Hairless, sweaty, with a little fish necklace, it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen, at least in the moment. And he knew it, too.

“You want this?” He spoke softly. Despite yourself, you nodded. A lot. You didn’t just want it. You needed it. And he smiled softly before taking your hand and placing it on his chest.

You felt his hot wet skin against your palm. You couldn’t help but wish he would move your hand over a little so you could feel his pec. You knew it would feel good in your hands.

Instead, he moved your hand down. Slowly but surely, you traveled down his chest. Your fingers traced his abs. Your breathing got shakier. He’d hoped you hadn’t noticed, but so did his. He moved you down to the hair by his navel. You lightly brushed it, getting closer and closer to where you so desperately wanted to be.

“You want this?” Josh asked. You nodded. You wanted it so bad. God, it was all you could think of. His dick was pressing against his towel. He liked this. Not as much as you did, if the tent below you was any indication. But he liked it. And he was massive. And you were right there…

All of a sudden, Josh stepped back. The fucker stepped back. You couldn’t help but whine at the sudden loss of contact. What the fuck? His face turned cold again. Like he didn’t even care. Like he just played you. Shit, he just played you.

“Delete the video. If you want it so bad, delete the video.”

You groaned. Of course there was a catch. The fucking con man. Stringing you along. Making you all confused. Well, you wouldn’t do it. This stopped here.

“Go to hell, Mr. Martín.” It took everything in you to calm your breathing enough to ask. He made a sound that was almost like a growl.

“Call me sir.” He demanded, eyes narrowing.

“I’m not calling you shit,” you reaffirmed, almost scoffing. He stepped closer. And closer.

“Then… you’re not getting any help with this.”

And before you knew it, his hand was on your dick. Thank god for the towel. You gasped, your stomach backflipping as you widened your eyes. Why didn’t you fight back?

It was like he was massaging it. Holding it, testing the weight, the feel… he squeezed, and your eyes widened again as you gripped his arm for stability. He was giving you a handjob. Through the towel, yes, but all the same. Feeling. Groping. Squeezing, gently, then hard, then gently again, soothing the area with strokes. Next thing you knew, you were close. It usually never happened this quickly. But you couldn’t deny it. You were close.

You bucked your hips in rhythm with his hand. Your eyes closed. Your breath shallowed. You held on tight, moving faster, faster, even faster, and then…

He let go and stepped back just as quickly as he arrived. Just like before. The noises coming out of you were pathetic. How did you fall for it again? You were so turned on, it actually hurt. Did he just give you blue balls? Is that what this was?

“Have fun.” Josh smirked and began to walk away. As he went, he let the towel around his waist slip ever so slightly. You barely saw anything. And somehow, that was worse than nothing at all.

He left the sauna with a slam of the door, leaving you with the mess he made and your own fist to calm it.

Shit, maybe you really were gay.