Nick woke up the next morning with a feeling of unease. Until the very last moment, everything had gone so well the previous night -- Adam had reached out to Nick again, blew his load in Nick's mouth, and even said Nick's name as he got a blowjob. So why did Nick have to ruin it by suggesting they fuck? He should have remembered that Adam was still a straight college jock. It's one thing to get your dick sucked, but another to fuck a man's ass. Adam had looked so uncomfortable with the idea right after he said. Worst of all, he had left so quickly afterwards that Nick wasn't sure he'd ever text him again.
Nick knew no better way to destress than to exercise, so he put on his running shoes and headed out the door. As he ran, the layers of anxiety slowly began to fall by the wayside. If nothing else, he had given two great blowjobs to a straight college jock who'd never been with anyone before. But even though he could accept Adam moving on, he would definitely miss the way his muscles rippled, his huge, veiny dick, and the way he could shoot multiple loads back-to-back. Just the thought was enough to make his dick harden, even while running.
When he finally got home, Nick ate some lunch and did a few chores around the house before starting to consider his plans for the afternoon. After working out so hard the past week to distract himself from Adam, he had completely neglected his friends. It was probably time to see if anyone wanted to grab a drink. But just as he was about to send out a text, his phone vibrated. It was Adam.
"Hey dude, just finished the wrestling tournament"
Nick was surprised. Clearly, he hadn't weirded out Adam too much. Or maybe he was just that horny.
"How'd it go?"
he wrote back.
"I won bro! Going to the state tournament in a couple weeks"
, replied Adam.
"Solid, Adam. Congrats!"
At this point, Nick couldn't tell if Adam was simply letting him know how it had gone, or if he was trying to meet up again. But after about 30 seconds, the thought bubbles reappeared to indicate that Adam was typing.
"Looking to celebrate. Wanna meet up soon?"
Nick was thrilled. But it was only 3pm, so there was no way they would have the gym to themselves. Would Adam be willing to meet somewhere more private?
"Sounds good to me. Guessing the gym will be busy right now, so wanna come to my place? Anytime's good."
"Cool. Text me the address and I'll be there in an hour."
Nick couldn't wait.
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Nick thought about tidying up his place before Adam arrived, but realized that there was no way a 20-year-old college jock would care if his house was clean. He was probably used to living in a disgusting dorm room with a roommate. Any actual home would be an improvement.
He did, however, want to look presentable. Stripping off his clothes, he hopped in the shower and scrubbed himself clean. When he got out, he admired his toned physique. His defined chest and six-pack were clearly visible even under a small patch of trimmed black hair. His perfectly hairless ass looked bigger than he remembered, perhaps because of all his time doing squats in the gym this past week.
With a few minutes before Adam was supposed to arrive, Nick threw on a pair of skinny jeans that accentuated his backside, as well as a tank top in an attempt to look casual. He then waited on the couch, which was within earshot of the front door. Soon enough, he heard a knock and walked over to the entryway.
"Hey Adam," said Nick as he opened the door. "Come in."
"Thanks," replied Adam with a big smile. He clearly had come right over after getting back from his tournament, as he was still wearing sneakers, gym shorts, and an athletic shirt that seemed slightly too small given the size of his biceps. He didn't smell, but his clothes certainly had a feint masculine odor of sweat and testosterone that Nick found intoxicating.
"Sorry about my clothes," said Adam as they walked towards the living room. "The team's bus took a ton longer getting back to campus than I thought because of traffic, so I came over right after."
"No worries, man," said Nick with a laugh. He meant it. Adam looked extremely sexy in his workout gear and he didn't mind the musk of a jock.
"This place is nice, dude," said Adam as they got to the kitchen and living room. "You live here alone?"
"Yeah," Nick replied, realizing that Adam might have been assessing if anyone else would catch him there. "Just me in this place. Make yourself at home," he added, motioning towards the living room.
Adam did just that, plopping himself down on Nick's couch like it was his own. He outstretched his arms across the back of the couch and spread out his legs, which made his gym shorts ride up and expose his beefy, nearly hairless thighs.
"Want a beer?" Nick asked from a kitchen.
"Sure man, that sounds great," replied Adam. "We're celebrating after all, aren't we?" He laughed cockily.
Nick couldn't help but smile, finding Adam's confidence extremely sexy. Grabbing two cans from the fridge, he cracked them open before sitting next to Adam on the couch and handing him one.
"To your big wins today," said Nick as he raised his beer. "And good luck at state!"
They clinked cans before each taking a sip. Adam exhaled loudly, clearly feeling content and relaxed.
"Thanks, man. This is just what I needed," said Adam as he continued to drink his beer.
"Happy to help," said Nick. "So tell me about the tournament."
As Adam began to recount his matches, Nick could hardly focus. Instead, he was thinking about how surreal it was that Adam was sitting on his couch less than 24 hours since their last encounter. He was an absolutely perfect specimen of a man -- beefy, tough, and masculine, yet innocent, inexperienced, and charming. His big blue eyes shined brightly, giving away his age of just 20-years-old. He couldn't wait to see his manhood again.
"I was surprised when you texted me today," said Nick when Adam finished telling him about his wins. "I figured you'd be out celebrating with your teammates or something."
