(Part 7) Mike & Dylan – MM Caught Sweaty-Handed [M22/M28] [Straight to Gay] [Romance] [1stPOV]

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**Summary**

*Caught sweaty-handed…*

Dylan is mortified when his long-time crush and boss walks in on him masturbating during the middle of the day. It’s not like he can chalk up some lame excuse while he’s in the middle of coming, not to mention the GQ magazine laid out beside him and his fingers in a place they normally shouldn’t be.

Mike’s been having trouble in the sex department for a while now, but after seeing Dylan jettison his load all over his stomach, he finds he’s rock hard. He can’t seem to shake the image of him either, his face as he came, his pink cheeks, not only were they cute but maybe a little sexy? Now all he has to do is convince Dylan to help him with his ‘not so little’ problem.

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*A spinoff from Alexis & Wolf and can be read as a standalone.*

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**Excerpt**

**Part 7 – Mike**

The harder I try to concentrate on my form, the more my shorts begin to tent at an embarrassingly fast rate with each squat. My cock keeps getting harder every time I think about Dylan sprawled out on his bed last night. His rosy cheeks and his soft little moans. I couldn’t get enough of it, not then and not now. Spurning him faster and faster before we were both cumming.

Fuck, I stand up, placing the bar back on the rack. It’s pointless to continue at this rate. The burn in my muscles isn’t helping me to calm down like it usually would. My cock is rock solid, and I don’t even remember what set I’m on anymore. Groaning, I step away from the rack to pick up my towel and water. Holding the towel in front of my groin, I awkwardly walk back to the changing rooms. Thankfully it’s empty, and nobody has to see my raging boner as I sit down on the bench.

What really eats away at me is his green eyes, twinkling with moisture under the glare of the tv screen, him all alone on his rumpled bed, completely naked, while I race out of there. Why did I do that? I’m a fucking dick, that’s why. So caught up in my own wants and needs that I didn’t even consider his feelings. What if he hates me for bolting out of there without an explanation? It’s not like I hated it. How could I after my cock burst like a geyser? The more I thought about it, staring up at my dark ceiling, the more sure I became.

I wanted it.

I’d wanted him.

There was no denying that, and my currently hard cock could attest to it. I should have turned back and talked to him, but I was such a coward that I drove straight home without looking back.

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