Page 25 of The Titan and the Trainer

“No fuck it, give me all of it,” Callum mumbled, relaxing his mouth around Julian’s shaft. Julian bent forward again, just slower this time, to let Callum adjust to his size. Once he was sure Callum was ok, Julian then leant all the way over and realised he was exactly the right height, being slightly taller, to be able to suck Callum while getting sucked himself.

It took core strength to hold the position; he could feel it in his abs. So really, Callum was feeling the benefits of his training. This was going to work out well for the future, he thought, as he licked his lips and got busy.

The full contact and mutual pleasure, lips and tongues making sweet smacking sounds, hot body against hot body, was soon too much and Julian started making moaning noises which Callum interpreted to mean he was about to cum.

The thought alone gave Callum a warm rush that started in his feet and quickly spread like a hot blanket all the way up his legs, to his groin.

He made an “uh-huh” followed by a slurred “I’m cumming” and both men climaxed, each receiving a healthy, hot, salty load of cum down their throats.

Satiated and weak, both gasped for air until their hearts calmed, and Julian stepped back. “You are one serious horn dog, Mr. West,” Julian paused, “and I think that had to be the best blowjob I’ve ever had. I really liked that position. It’s so horny.”

Mr West thought Callum. He liked the way that sounded.

They cuddled on the broken bed for a while, neither wanting the session to end. This was still early days for them as a couple. The heat of Julian’s body was like a magnet for Callum, and he wished that warmth was always beside him. That way the broken radiator just wouldn’t really matter. He preferred this warmer and furrier radiator to curl up to.

For Julian, so unused to the physical company, it fascinated him and frightened him occasionally, in equal measure. This was such a different experience from his life just a few weeks ago. Despite his outward appearance and confidence, he was still getting accustomed to it. It moved quickly and easily, and he was enjoying it. It was just so ‘un-titan-like’.

Eventually they stirred and cleaned up together in Callum’s small shower tub, which was rather cramped with two large men sharing a space barely large enough for one.

Callum found him one of his nicer guest towels. He enjoyed watching Julian, taking pleasure just in the way he methodically dried himself, hair wet and dripping. It was like a free soft porn show with the hottest guy in town. He was way too much of a distraction Callum decided, wondering if he’d ever grow tired of admiring him.

They dressed and set about trying to fix the bed. Callum searched, but couldn’t find the right-sized screwdriver, so he knocked on Mrs Lazarus’s door at Apt.11, and she leant him one.

Whilst Julian went searching around the room for the missing screws, Callum went to make coffee.

“Oh my god, look what I’ve found!” Julian exclaimed loudly from the bedroom.

Callum froze. What had Julian found? Shit, not something horrible he prayed. Callum sped back to the bedroom to find Julian standing there holding his own white sleeveless compression vest. It was the one Callum had taken and had been using when he was horny.

Fuuuuuuuck, Callum thought. I’ve been caught red-handed.

“I wondered what happened to this. Did you actually take it?”

“Oh, Julian I’m sorry, but you threw it on the chair that day as you walked away, and I saw it fall on the floor and…” He didn’t know what to say. “I was upset with you, and we’d done the armpit thing, and I’d been touching you. I was really aroused… and I just, just couldn’t stop myself”. He looked like a little puppy, wide-eyed, with an apologetic grin.

“I’m touched that you wanted a piece of me,” Julian said in a slow voice. He really didn’t seem upset at all, which was a huge relief to Callum. “So, can I have it back or are you keeping it?” he asked, playfully? He sniffed it and made a ‘that smells bad’ face. “Jeez, it needs washing; it smells of a mix of my cologne and my sweat?”

“Err, it definitely does not need washing. I like it just the way it is, thanks,” Callum said with a frown. “I find it very useful when I’m horny, and you’re not around”.

With that, he turned with way too much of a flourish and dramatically headed back to the kitchen.

Standing at the unit he heard, before he felt, Julian sneak up behind him: right behind him, literally pressing his body against him into the unit. He felt the hot breath before the whisper in his ear, “I hope you won’t need it too much then, because when you’re horny, I intend on always being around,” and he thrust playfully into Callum’s ass through his jeans and bit his earlobe. Callum found this quite erotic. He loved Julian crossing more boundaries.

Callum turned and they kissed again. Moments like this were to be cherished.

Julian turned to the room, eyes darting everywhere, checking out Callum’s space.

“I’m sorry it’s a mess, but in my defence, I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Don’t be silly,” Julian replied, “I love it; it’s so eclectic and very you.”

They drank coffee, Callum relaxing on the sofa, nervously watching as Julian explored his apartment.

He commented on the style of the sofa after testing it out. A small kiss for Callum along the way, declaring it very comfy. He was fascinated by all the mismatched furniture, including the industrial-looking lockers sprayed with graffiti, which, on further investigation, contained Callum’s huge sports trainer collection. He insisted on opening every door and was somewhat gobsmacked to find each compartment contained four pairs of trainers. He turned to Callum, “Just how many pairs of bloody sneakers do you have?”

Callum looked ashamed. “It’s my obsession, I guess, sorry!”

He looked and asked questions about every picture and photograph on display. He seemed interested in the art, Callum noted. Good. Common ground. We like common ground.