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Gym Buddies, Part 9
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A week or two after Dylan and I played with the neighbor kid, Jordan and I made an agreement to meet up at the gym on a Tuesday afternoon to work out together. I knew it was just a gimmick. Jordan had promised me a chance to swing from his dick a few weeks ago, and he was calling me in to fuck. As Dylan and I had settled into something that resembled a normal couple, I was craving the edgier, uncompromising sex that Jordan was capable of dishing out.
Dylan dropped me off. "Don't let Jordan wear you out. You're going to put out for me when I get home later."
"You're sure you're ok with this?"
"Fuck yeah," Dylan said, "It's kind of hot. It proves to me that you're a slut and reminds me that I don't have to be so gentle with you. That's a warning, by the way."
Gentle was not a word I would use to describe the way Dylan loved me. For the last few weeks he'd managed to work in a training session for my throat about every other day.
I walked in and Jordan was near the front desk chatting with some of the trainers. He'd been training all day, but he hadn't had a real workout yet. He strutted over to me, and ran a hand through his longish hair. His big cock bulge was obvious through the thin fabric of his gray sweats. He was wearing a tank top and his arms were tan and smooth with a thick vein running up each bicep and across his shoulders.
Jordan shrugged in one direction and I followed him to the locker room. He reached into his gym bag and tossed me a pile of clothes. "Wear these, buddy. I want you to enjoy your workout."
