Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
He stands up, and with his mouth close to my ear, whispers, “I know you would, and that’s so damn hot,” before swiping at my lobe with his tongue and pulling back.
“I’m supposed to be driving you wild right now.”
Ash chuckles. “I always come to win.”
We each do a few sets on the leg curls, talking each other up, getting each other hot and heavy the whole time.
I know where he’s going next before he makes it partway there: squats. I’m in so much fucking trouble, and I’m living for it.
“Can you show me how to do it?” Ash asks, as if he doesn’t know, as if he doesn’t have the world’s best ass partly from his leg routine.
“Sure.” I step up behind him. Please don’t let me get us kicked out. Please don’t let me get us kicked out. “Feet shoulder width apart, and when you lower, you’re going to poke your ass out. Try it with me once.”
I feel the heat of his body against mine, see us in the mirror, flushed and turned on, and damn do we look good together.
“One…two…three.” We lower, Ash’s ass pressing against my groin. “I’m going to take you to the bathhouse this weekend, my little perv. I’ll fuck you like this, from behind. I’d do it right here if I could, give all these people a show. See how many are here? That’s how many people are going to watch you take my cock like you were made for it. Do you want that?”
“Fuck yes,” Ash says. “Are they all gonna want a turn with me?”
“Yes. I bet every guy in here wants a turn with you right now.”
We lower again, which is dangerous as hell, but damned if the prickle at my nape that worries about getting in trouble doesn’t make my dick even harder.
“Friday?” I ask. “You want to put on a show with your stepbrother?”
Ash pushes his ass against me, rubs it, teasing me, before stepping away. “I can’t fucking wait.”
19
Ash
My nerves are on edge.
We’re really doing this.
We’ve teased so much about the bathhouse since Col first brought it up, but now we’re standing in line at PeachFlex with seven other guys. I’m waiting for someone to recognize us from school, but it’s a mix of ages. There aren’t many bathhouses in Georgia, so I figure there are guys from all around who want to have a fun Friday night.
As we step up in line toward the receptionist checking IDs and handing out locker and room keys, Colin must sense how tense I am because he rests his hand on my hip, tucking his crotch up against the small of my back. Reminds me of earlier in the week when we were doing squats at the gym.
And suddenly, I take what feels like the first decent breath I’ve had in the past few minutes. It’ll all be okay as long as I have Colin here with me.
When it’s our turn at the front desk, we hand our IDs to the clerk, and he charges us for lockers, then gives us lanyards, keys, and towels.
This is it; it’s really fucking happening.
The clerk buzzes us in, like we’re entering a prison. We step through, into a locker room, where guys are stripping down. Just cock and ass all over the place.
Colin doesn’t seem fazed, which isn’t a surprise because during football season, this is what he’s seeing all the time. I already notice a few glances our way, then between us, smirking like they wouldn’t mind us tag-teaming them.
As we look for our lockers, we keep glancing at each other. I can’t keep from smiling.
But I feel like a fraud. I’m just a big nerd, not some kind of sex god. What right do I have to be here?
I try to shake off my insecurity as we find our lockers and strip down. We purchased a lanyard upgrade for Colin, which has a clear compartment for condoms and lube—we read on some forums that was the right way to enjoy the experience. So we pack the compartment with the stuff we brought, then put our lanyards around our necks and towels around our waists before heading out to scope things out.
The locker room lets out into a lobby, where guys are sitting around, watching porn on a big-screen TV. There’s an adjoining gym and a sign indicating where the saunas are.
I take Colin’s hand and pull him toward a nearby hall.
“Where do you think you’re taking us?” Colin asks.
“You’re not the only one who knows where we need to go.”
According to the forums, there’s an area with viewing rooms, where guys can get in so others can watch. And it’s funny that, even with my nerves, it’s like my instincts are drawing me to them.
Colin chuckles. “Oh, I bet that was the only area that even interested you, my little perv.”