Page 24 of The Titan and the Trainer

Callum’s apartment block was a shock to Julian’s system. Just how rough the building was became apparent as they walked up the four flights of stairs. There were issues everywhere, but he didn’t comment.

When they got to Apt. 12, Callum unlocked and Julian followed him in. They stood in the small hallway with doors off to the bedroom and lounge/kitchen. Julian wasn’t really sure what he expected, but it definitely wasn’t what he found. The initial shock wasn’t because of the size, but because of the life.

From his limited view, it looked like there was stuff crammed into every corner and cubby hole; there were books stacked on the floor in piles, Egyptian artefacts, gym kit in various states of washing/drying, a half-finished painting on an easel in the corner, and a kitchen that looked like someone actually cooked in it.

Wide eyed, interested and wanting to explore further, was put aside the moment the door clicked shut.

The domesticity of the morning sharpened back into the physical hunger they’d discovered the day before.

They didn't make it past the bedroom door before they were tearing at each other’s clothes in a hot and passionate embrace. The animalistic frenzy was back, mouths wide, hot-coffee-tainted tongues exploring, hands everywhere. This continued for a few minutes, arousal obvious once again. This was too strong to be denied, so they moved things into the bedroom, falling forward across the room and crashing onto the bed in a heavy heap of man muscle.

There was immediately a sickening craaaaack that echoed through the room, followed by the left side of the wooden bed frame giving way completely, sending them both sliding into a heap of pillows, sheets, mattress and tangled limbs half on the rug.

Callum froze, his face turning a deep shade of crimson. “Oh my God. I am so sorry. I… the side was loose. I was going to fix it...” He started to scramble up, mortified, but Julian grabbed him roughly, pulling him on top of him. He was laughing and kissing him at the same time. Callum relented and relaxed.

Julian was still guffawing as he rolled Callum onto his back beside him on the tilted mattress, looking up at the water-stained ceiling. “This is perfect,” he gasped, wiping a tear from his eye. “Callum, this is the most genuine thing that’s happened to me in a decade.”

“Your bed probably cost more than my whole building,” Callum muttered, still slightly embarrassed, although he too was starting to grin at the absurdity of the situation.

“My bed is boring,” Julian countered, “but it will be way more interesting when you’re finally in it.”

Callum was shocked again, still getting used to this new Julian, so relaxed, making jokes. It was playful and beautiful in equal measure. Callum’s smile was uncontainable.

Julian continued, “In my world, everything is reinforced, maintained, insured, and perfect. This,” and he looked around at the mess they were in, “this... this is real life. It’s authentic, fucking messy, and I love it.” He rolled over on top of Callum. This guy is heavy, but I’m not complaining, Callum thought. Those green eyes pierced his soul once again, warm coffee breath on his face. Callum could feel Julian’s erection against his thigh as he planted the most perfect little kiss on his open lips, making a “mmmmm” sound as he did it.

Julian then rolled back off him, onto his back again. At this point he happened to spy the water stain on the ceiling above them; he pointed. “Look, it’s South America. Your apartment even has a better view than mine,” at which he descended into belly laughs again.

They stayed there on the broken bed for a while. What started as just kissing and touching slowly developed into the deep intimacy that they craved.

Mutual body fascination was still to be satiated, both touching and exploring every inch of their counterpart. Callum unzipped Julian’s jeans and relieved him of them, socks also. Julian leaned up and pulled off his cap, hoodie and tee shirt. Callum took a good look. He adored how built he was. Callum ran his hands over the furry pecs and abs, tracing the line of hair down until it disappeared inside Julian’s shorts.

Julian was hard, so Callum started by licking his erection through the shorts. It strained to be freed, but he made him wait this time, anticipation adding to the overall experience. Julian moaned in frustration.

Callum sucked his dick through the shorts, feeling his heat, his cockhead wet with precum. He licked it, mouthed it sensuously, wetting a patch on his shorts which mingled with the precum being produced.

After what felt like too long for Julian, he removed the shorts completely, pulling them slowly down. Relieved of its captivity, the substantial cock stood very proud, begging for attention, and Callum was very willing to help, and after gently caressing his member from tip to base, with the gentlest of touches, he took him into his mouth.

Julian’s cock was big by any standard; this he already knew. It was both long and really thick, the perfect combination and why it was impossible to hide when they were exercising.

Without missing a beat, he put his finger and thumb around the base trying to close the loop, as close as he could get them to Julian’s groin. Out of interest, he just wanted to see if he could get his hand around it. Simple answer: not a chance! There was about a two-inch gap.

The thought of getting fucked by this monster scared him, but he wanted it. He pulled down on Julian’s cock, stretching the skin taut as he continued his relentless oral workout.

The squirms coming from Julian told him that what he was doing was working. Julian eventually half-lifted up from the mattress to the beat of Callum’s movements, so he assumed he was close to shooting. “Stop, Cal, stop, otherwise I’m going to cum.” Callum stopped immediately.

Callum’s cock was also rock hard in his shorts, aching to be released. He lay down on the tilted bed, beside Julian. “I want to cum at the same time as you,” he said, looking Julian in the eyes.

“Yep, that would be nice,” Julian replied as he playfully stripped Callum. Not quite the sensual process that he’d enjoyed himself, but he was seriously horned up and desperate to get to work on Callum’s dick.

He immediately went down on it, sucking with passion, tongue exploring, coating it in spit; making everything hot, wet, and slippery. This, for Callum was a real treat, and it felt so good that he just laid back and enjoyed it.

Julian kept sucking with intensity and after a few minutes when Callum opened his eyes to check what was going on, he saw that Julian was slowly wanking his dick at the same time as sucking him off.

Callum scooted around, positioning himself mostly on the bed, but with his head hanging over the side. “What…?” Then, “Ahhh, I think I get it”.

Julian stood and walked round so he was standing behind Callum’s head. “That’s right big boy” laughed Callum, taking Julian’s erection into his mouth from below, his huge ball-sac dangling over Callum’s face. Julian bent over, mouth eagerly heading towards Callum’s cock, which caused most of his dick to suddenly choke Callum, who coughed and spluttered in surprise.

“Oops, sorry about that,” he said quickly, pulling back slightly.