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Catching Thomas: Chapter 3
When the morning came, I got up at 8. I had to get ready. I quickly took a shower and looked for my best work out clothes, however, I didn't have many. It shouldn't come as a surprise that I didn't workout much. Well, actually, let's be honest, I didn't workout at all. It wasn't that I didn't have the time or anything, I was just too lazy and, because of that, I stayed skinny. Oh well. I found an older blue quick dry shirt that I sometimes wore to gym class. I also grabbed one of my athletic shorts. The outfit was a bit small, but that was kinda the point. If I was going to get with Thomas, I'd have to look a little whorish. I'd have to get his attention somehow.
Once I was dressed, I headed upstairs and found something to eat. I decided I needed protein to stay strong for the workout, so I heated up some sausages and put a bagel in the toaster. A breakfast of champions. Maybe today I would be a champion. Maybe I'd do something with myself today.
By the time I finished getting ready and eating it was only 9. I still had a half and hour. That also meant I had a half an hour to freak out about going to THOMAS KLEIN'S house! What did it look like? What kind of equipment did he have, both workout and in his pants. What were we going to do! I was spiralling. My dad soon interrupted my thoughts.
"Good morning Connor. You're up early this morning." He gave me this surprised look. I was never up this early on a Saturday.
"Yeah, well, I have a project I have to work on at a classmate's house. It's due Monday and we have a lot of work to do." I hoped he would buy my story. It was sort of true.
"Oh really, huh. For what class?" He raised and eyebrow. This was an interrogation now. I didn't know if he believed me or not.
"Uh, yeah, uh, it's for gym. We have to record ourselves doing several different workouts and then talk about whether we think they worked for us or not." Good, yes, that made the situation a not more true. I wasn't totally lying anymore. Of course, he still didn't know my intentions once I was there. Neither did Thomas.
"Okay, well, how long do you think you'll be? Will you at least be home for dinner?"
"I think so, but I'm not entirely sure. I'll text you and keep you updated."
"Okay, well, thanks. And yeah, keep us updated. When do you have to leave?" Fuck, thank God, he believed me.
"I'm leaving in like...," I looked at the clock, 9:13. "I'll leave in about 10 minutes. He lives just down the street."
"Okay, well, be good I guess. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Oh dad, you have no clue.
I cleaned up my stuff in the kitchen and ran back upstairs to grab the rest of my stuff. I figured I'd take a towel, a water bottle, lotion (what, I have dry skin ;) ), and obviously my phone. I didn't have anything else to do so I think I'd just go ahead and head to his house. It was now 9:20.
I hopped into my car, started the engine, and drove out my driveway. I didn't need my phone, I had already memorized his address and how to get there.
I drove up to his house and parked outside on the curb. I turned off the car and got out, grabbing my bag on my way out. As I walked up to the door, I was the most nervous I'd ever been in my life. I was about to enter Thomas Klein's house. Like holyshit. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. I could not screw this up.
I reached for the doorbell, but I pulled back. What if one of his parents open the door? What a complete cockblock that would be. It was too late to go back now though. It was now or never. I reached for the doorbell and pushed. I heard it ring through the house, and a dog barked inside. Then I heard feet shuffling and someone yelled, "One second, I'll be right there!" It sounded like him. Like Thomas. Maybe he was home alone. Maybe this would be my chance after all.
A few moments later, Thomas opened the door. He was wearing a tight workout shirt and baggy athletic shorts. Even though they were baggy, they were still short, and his tight boxers peaked out from underneath. My jaw must've dropped because Thomas said, "Oh, yeah, this is my workout gear. Not too appropriate for school though." He laughed and offered for me to come inside. "Come on in. It's just me and the dog this morning, my parents are out of town for their anniversary." I think I screamed inside.
As I walked in, I noticed how beautiful his house was. There was a huge, two story window in the living room that overlooked the creek and the forest that was his backyard. "Wow, your house is beautiful!" Almost as much as you are, I thought.
"Thanks! Everybody always says that, but I guess I don't really see it cause I've lived here my whole life. I guess I'm used to it. Anyway, the gym is down in the basement." He indicated toward the stairs and waved for me too follow. "So, do you work out much? Do you know the basics?" He asked.
"I really don't work out other than gym class. I guess I know a few things, from gym too, but not much." We walked down the stairs and it opened to another huge living space. He walked past it all, towards a door on the other side of the space.
"Well that's okay, I can show you a few things." He opened the door, switched on the lights, and waved his hand over the space. "Here it is, my home within my home." He chuckled, and walked over to the weight benches. "You probably know at least a few things about equipment like this right?"
I nodded, "Yeah, I do, but you'll probably still have to help out a lot.
"Oh yeah, of course. Plus, we obviously don't want you hurting yourself." He smiled and I nodded in agreement. "Here, you can set down your things and we can see where things go. I took that as a challenge. I set down my bag and grabbed my water bottle out of it, figuring I'd need it soon enough.
"So how do you want to start?" He asked, indicating to the entire room again.
"Well, how about just weightlifting for now," I said, pointing to the bench he was leaning against.
"Okay, sure. How about we start off easy, just the bar. Then we can see what else you can do." I nodded and walked over to the bench. I sat down and laid back, under the bar. Thomas walked over and stood just above me. I could almost see into his shorts. "Here, scoot up here, line your chest up with the bar." He tapped the bench above me and I moved up. Now I could see into his shorts and what I saw was beautiful. His tight boxers clearly outlined his large cock. I couldn't wait to see what I could do with that.
"Okay, now grab the bar and just pump up and down," Thomas spoke, knocking me out of my trance. I looked up, and he was looking straight back at me. Maybe he saw where I was looking before. I looked back at the bar and picked it up. I pulled it into my chest and pushed back up, just like he said. "Good, now do 5 more reps of that." I did what he said, not not very well. I was too distracted by his beauty and that fact that he was standing right above me.
"Okay, you're doing pretty good, but why don't you watch me a second." I stood up and he walked over and laid down under the bar. I took the same position he had. He grabbed the bar and did 6 reps like I had, but better obviously. Even though there was no weight on the bar, his muscles still bulged with ever rep. "Okay, now you try again. So I did.
This continued for a while. After a few times, we added more weight and kept doing 6 reps at a time. He said I was starting to get a hang of it. To me, however, I didn't really care. I just wanted to get in his pants. Eventually, I was openly staring, especially once he took his shirt off because he had began to sweat. He abs and pecs bulged and I so wanted to touch them.
"You know, you can touch them if you want to," Thomas said, matter-of-factly. This took me by surprise. I turned around to face him and stared. "Dude, you don't have to me scared, I'm not going to bite. Other guys have always been jealous of my body, it's not a big deal." With that, he stepped forward, took my hand, and guided it toward his chest. When my hand settled on his pec, I felt like I was in heaven. I brushed my hand down his chest and to his abs. I was so close to his cock, I just wanted to reach in and grab it.
He reached for my other hand and pulled it into his chest too. He knew, has had to know. I looked up at him. He had a grin on his face, my hands still rested on his body. He took my hand and guided it downward. I was scared, but excited for what was next. He pushed my hand down into his underwear and lead it to his cock. He pushed my hand to wrap around it. I was holding Thomas Klein's cock. I was in awe. I looked back up at him, and the god spoke.
"You know, I think I've always known about you, I was just waiting for you to make the move. But you're not very confident, are you?" I shook my head uneasily. "Listen, I haven't gotten much lately cause I don't have a girl at the moment. I invited you over cause I thought things might get interesting. So listen up. We're going to do this, but no one can ever know, you hear me? And you can't be clingy like all the girls at school. This is just sex. You and me." I nodded, and with that, he kissed me.
I leaned into it, his tongue entering my mouth and moving around. Our tongues fought each other inside as we made out. Thomas led me over to one of the benches and sat down. He separated our kiss. "Get on your knees." I did what he said as he pulled down his pants. "Take them off." Again, I followed his orders and pulled off his tight boxers. Out popped his cock. Thomas Klein's thick, long, beautiful cock was standing at attention right in front of me. I looked up at him and he grabbed my head and pulled my mouth onto his dick. I bobbed up and down on it, looking up at hi every once in a while. He threw his head back in ecstasy.
I choked on his dick as he pushed my head deeper onto it. He groaned as his cock entered my throat. He stood up with me head still on his cock and fucked my throat. It was both the greatest and most uncomfortable thing that had ever happened to me. When he let go, I came off of his cock and it leaked with precum and saliva. He sat back down on the bench. "Take your clothes off." I did as he said and began to strip. He watched as I took off my shirt, my shorts, and eventually my underwear. My hard cock popped out, fully standing up on its own. "You're not too bad yourself dude." He reached for my cock and caressed it. Just another one of my fantasies come true.
"Sit down," Thomas said, but he didn't tap the bench, he tapped his own lap. I must've looked unsure because he said it again, this time with more force. "Sit down, it's time." His cock was lathered up, but I had never been fucked before, so I prayed that this would be okay. I hoped that my own stretching of my hole would be enough.
I walked over and began to settle into Thomas lap. He grabbed his cock, and I felt it touch my ass. "Take it, guide it in." Thomas took my hand and wrapped it around his cock. I brought it near my hole, lined it up, and sat down. I saw stars. I screamed out in pain as I felt his cock head enter me. I stared into his eyes and leaned in to kiss him again. We both moaned into the kiss, mine of agony and his of ecstasy. I slowly sat myself down onto his thick cock. Soon enough, I felt his balls on my ass and I knew I had made it to the bottom.
"Give me a second to adjust." He did. We kissed again as I felt my hole stretch around his dick. Eventually, I was comfortable and began to bounce on his beautiful cock. He groaned out with pleasure, and soon, so did I. I rode him, picking up speed. We continued to kiss and I felt up his body. I grabbed on to his chest, leaned back, and bounced faster. Thomas cried out with pleasure as I clenched my ass around his dick.
"Fuuuuuuuck," Thomas screamed, and without any warning, I felt ropes of cum rush into me. But I didn't care anymore. I continued to ride him. I wanted Thomas Klein to seed me. I wanted to be his. As he came, he reached down and grabbed my cock and stroked me. Eventually, I inched towards cumming and as I got closer and closer, I too cried out. I came all over his abs and chest as I continued to ride him. Ropes and ropes of cum fell upon him as my own home filled up with his cum.
"Ugh. Oh fuck," Thomas cried out. "Damn, that was good. I've never cum inside someone before."
"Well I've never had someone cum inside me before." I leaned down and kissed him. His now limp cock fell out of my hole as I felt his cum leak out of me.
We cleaned up and I figured it was time to go, for now at least. We got dressed and he walked me out to my car. As I put my stuff in the passenger seat, I turned around to look back at him. We stared at each other for a moment. He glanced around, and seeing no one, quickly kissed me. I was in awe. "We should do this again sometime." And with that he winked and walked back to his house. I'm sure he knew what we he was doing. I climbed into my car and screamed.
"Yeeeeesssss!!!!" I had to text Eric.
To be continued...
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