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Jeremy’s leg was extended, the heel of his foot resting on the steps. Craig sat down, pretending he had to retie his shoes, using his vantage point to admire the lean muscles of Jeremy’s leg, following the sloping line of a muscled thigh until it disappeared in his shorts. When his own cock began to come to life, he jumped up and started stretching as well. A hard-on would show in his running shorts.

Jeremy’s voice brought Craig’s attention back to him. “Oh, before I forget, my kids have been asking about you. I think they have developed a little bit of a crush on you.”

Craig pictured Jeremy’s students, and smiled. “Really? That’s so sweet.”

Jeremy blushed. “I can hardly blame them.” He averted his eyes, leaning down to stretch his leg. “I was wondering if you might be able to come in and visit the class.”

Did he admit he has a crush on me? He shook his head, realizing Jeremy had simply asked him a question. “Uh, yeah. Sure. When would you like me to come by? And what would you want me to do?”

Jeremy’s chuckle was light-hearted. “You don’t have to do anything except show up, maybe read them a story. Circulate around the room and help the kids with their work.” Jeremy lifted his gaze back up to meet Craig’s, his coloring back to normal.

“How’s Tuesday?”

Any chance just to be with Jeremy. “Tuesday’s fine. C’mon, let’s run.”

They began their run, the sun baking down on them. After ten minutes, their shirts were plastered to their skin. Jeremy stripped off his shirt, clutching it in his hand as they ran. Craig stole sidelong glances at him, taking in the broad shoulders which tapered into his thin waist, firm round ass, and muscular legs. His abdomen was lean and cut. Well, I guess that question is answered. Craig actually faltered in his step a couple of times, forcing his eyes back onto the running path. Although he wasn’t entirely sure, he thought he saw a smirk cross Jeremy’s face.

Tired of being the one to stare, Craig decided it was time to give Jeremy a view of his own. When he took off his tank top, Craig checked to make sure he had the audience he wanted. Jeremy did not disappoint, stealing frequent looks. Craig was far more 95

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muscular than Jeremy, but he had excellent muscle tone which gave him a sleek appearance. His shoulders were broad, his pecs bulging slightly, forming a distinct line where the muscles joined in the middle of his sternum and curving smoothly along his upper ribs up towards his armpits. His collar bones were prominent, but not bony, leading the eye outward towards the slopes of his shoulders and contributing to the square frame of his square body. His stomach, lean, with well defined ripples of his six-pack, showed off his strength and tone. He was hairless with only a wisp of light brown fuzz running from his navel into the rim of his running shorts, which ran low on his hips, highlighting his oblique muscles which rounded nicely, framing his lower abdomen and curving inwards in an inviting angle towards his cock. Even if I’m arrogant as hell checking myself out, at least I know what Jeremy is seeing right now.

They continued to run in silence, sweat making the sun reflect off their skin. Craig concentrated on the pounding of his feet against the pavement, attempting to divert his attention from the longing filling him each time he viewed Jeremy’s lean torso. The narrow, flat plane of Jeremy’s abdominal muscles, leading down to slim hips would be perfect to wrap his arms around and pull Jeremy in close. The rivulets of sweat dripping down his chest begged for Craig to lick them. He imagined the salty-tang hitting his taste buds as he ran his tongue along the ropes of tendon and muscle in his neck.

By the time they finished their run, standing in front of his building, Craig was exhausted, drained emotionally by the effort of suppressing his vivid fantasies. After all, what was the point? Nothing was going to happen between them. Hands on his knees, he lifted his head to face Jeremy. “Terrific run.”

Jeremy was panting, clutching his side. “You’re in way better shape than I am.”

Craig noticed Jeremy’s gaze drifted up and down his body, but pretended he hadn’t.

“I’ve had a stitch in my side for the last twenty minutes.”

Craig stood up and slung a sweaty arm over Jeremy’s shoulder. Slipping off the slick surface, his hand brushed over Jeremy’s ass. Although it had been a legitimate slip, the extra few second he allowed his hand to remain cupping Jeremy’s glute was not. “Oops, sorry. I guess we’re a bit more slippery than I thought.”

Jeremy gave a short, nervous laugh, then he squatted, fidgeting with the laces of his running shoes. “No problem, Craig.”

As Craig stretched, raising his hands over his head, he caught a glimpse of Jeremy grabbing at his shorts and tugging in a not-so-subtle effort to untangle himself. Son of a bitch! He’s turned on right now.

The realization caused his own cock to begin to stir and lengthen. “We should make this a weekly thing. Robert never runs with me.” The thought of Robert managed to quell his rising libido.

“Definitely. I need to get back into shape. You put me to shame. I look like a stick figure next to you.”

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Something in Jeremy’s self-deprecating behavior inspired courage to flare up inside Craig. “I don’t know. Your legs are well-toned and your physique tapers perfectly for your frame. Your shoulders are rounded and your lats angle in towards your waist. I’ve been admiring your body the whole run.”

Jeremy’s eyes widened, before a smile crossed his face. “I’m glad you said that. I thought I was a horrible person because I admired your body as well. I thought I was practically cheating on Andrew the way I was staring at you.”

Craig froze. Jeremy just said the very thought he had been thinking over and over for the past couple of weeks. I finally made the first move. I didn’t wait for him to say something; I did it this time. Pride swelled inside his chest. It was time to push forward in his exploration of where things might lead with Jeremy. “Would you like to come up for a glass of water or do you need to head home?”

“I’d love a glass of water.” His answer was immediate. “But is Robert home?”

Craig snapped his head towards Jeremy. “I don’t know. Maybe. Who cares?” He knew he sounded dense, but Jeremy couldn’t possibly have meant what Craig thought and to allow himself to believe he did was setting himself up for disappointment.

“I guess no one.” Jeremy’s shoulders slumped, but he maintained a smile on his face. Craig turned and led the way into his building. As they walked up the stairs, Craig prayed silently to himself. Please be out. Please be out.

When they entered his apartment, Craig saw the note right away on the kitchen counter. Went into work to take care of some stuff. Be back tonight around eight. Excitement filled him, knowing they were alone in his apartment. “I guess Robert’s not in.

Jeremy stood a little straighter, his shoulders squaring from their previously slumped position. “Oh, well, Andrew goes in on the weekends a lot too. I know where the glasses are. You must want to get changed.

Craig nodded. “Yeah, I’ll just be a minute.” He headed into his room, kicked off his shoes, stripped off his shorts, jock-strap, and socks, and stepped into the shower. The initial shock of cold water helped to break the heat from his run and from his flirting with Jeremy. As the water slowly warmed, so did his muscles. He leaned his head back, allowing the water to soak through his hair and run down over his head.

When he removed his head from the water and wiped his eyes, he shouted out loud in shock.

Jeremy had pulled the curtain aside and was standing in the bathroom, naked.

“Mind if I join you? I caught a whiff of myself and I stink.” Craig didn’t have a chance to respond before Jeremy stepped into the shower next to him. “Shit, Craig, this is hot.”

He wasn’t sure whether Jeremy was referring to the water temperature or the fact that the two of them were standing naked together. Deciding to busy himself rather than contemplate his situation, Craig grabbed a loofah and pomegranate body wash and began to scrub himself. The scent of citrus filled the room, carried through the air by the steam. It both refreshed and stimulated his senses. Raising his arm to scrub at his lateral muscles and down to his waist, causing his body to turn in the process and his 97

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ass brushed against Jeremy’s cock, the hard shaft sliding across his skin with wet soapiness. The sensation shot straight through him, causing his penis to quickly lengthen and thicken. If we were boyfriends, I’d…But we’re not. Stop fantasizing Craig.

“Hey, mind if I grab that other loofah?” Jeremy didn’t wait for an answer, instead, he just leaned across Craig’s body, chest sliding against chest, and grabbed it. Craig inhaled sharply at the contact. Jeremy’s body had seemed lanky, but under the spray, with the light gleaming off his skin, each ripple of muscle became highlighted. Craig admired the line splitting his abdomen into two halves and the ridges revealing his washboard stomach. His pec muscles weren’t large, but they were smooth and tan, dotted by nickel sized nipples which seemed to have a gravitational pull. It was hard work, but Craig managed to keep his mouth from clamping down on one.

Glancing down was his undoing. Jeremy’s cock swayed heavily in front of him, jutting out at a slight angle, not hard, but filling out. Long, with a perfect head, the pink skin under the ridge stretched, looking pure and clean. If Craig were to take that into his mouth, he imagined it would taste sweet, with a hint of salty, and it would smell of Jeremy. His own penis continued to grow until it nudged Jeremy’s leg. Shocked by the contact, he shot his head up and was caught in one of the most heated gazes he could remember.

Jeremy’s amber eyes seemed alight with a fire beneath the surface. Unable to draw his eyes away, Craig stood, his erection now at full-mast, saluting the statue of perfection standing before him. Jeremy glanced down, licked his lips, then returned his eyes to gaze at Craig once again. “I can’t reach my back. Would you mind soaping me?”

Jeremy turned around, revealing the lean cant of his body, shoulders rounding over a sturdy frame and a slow slant of muscle into narrow hips, only to round into two firm mounds of ass. Craig’s own cock was merely inches away from Jeremy’s crease, throbbing with excitement. Shaking his head, he poured body wash onto his loofah and worked up a lather, then ran the mesh up and down Jeremy’s back, starting at his shoulders and moving in circular motions to massage as he worked his way down Jeremy’s body.

When he got half way down Jeremy’s back, Jeremy leaned forward, placing his forearms on the wall in front of him and resting his head on them. At this angle, his ass was positioned at an inviting angle. A dusting of dark hair ran from the base of his spine and disappeared into the crack of his ass, giving his slender frame a highly masculine appearance. Craig made quick work of washing the remainder of Jeremy’s back, making sure to keep his hands and the loofah away from the treasure displayed before him.

Once he finished, Jeremy stood up. “Here, switch, I’ll do you.” He glanced down once again as Craig stepped aside and allowed Jeremy to stand under the spray of the water. His eyebrows raised slightly as he bit his lower lip. “Lean forward like I did, it will make it easier for me to get your whole back.

Craig obeyed, leaning forward as Jeremy had. Even with the patter of water against the walls, the floor, and the plastic lining of the shower, Craig heard Jeremy’s gasp. I 98

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know what he’s just noticed. The thought of Jeremy admiring his mounded ass, and the network of muscles perfectly aligned to give him a symmetrically pleasing physique, caused his own cock to lurch. At the same time, he felt the guilt of allowing this to go on, and in the bathroom he shared with Robert. This was too much. He had fantasized about something like this, but never imagined it would really happen. And now that it was happening, he couldn’t do anything to satisfy the lust coursing through him. The irony of the situation was torture.

Just when he thought he couldn’t become any more aroused, Jeremy began scrubbing at his back, taking care to vigorously work the suds into his skin, applying just the right amount of pressure for the loofah to scrape away old skin, leaving his body shining and fresh. As Jeremy continued washing him, Craig felt something press against him from behind. It was subtle at first, but then the pressure increased. Jeremy had closed the distance between them and his cock was pressed against his ass. He was fully erect and his movements rubbed his hard shaft back and forth against his wet skin.

Luckily he didn’t try to work his cock into his crease because Craig wouldn’t be able to stop himself if Jeremy were that close to fulfilling his greatest desire.

As if sensing his inner struggle, Jeremy stepped back. “C’mon, wash the suds off.”

The sense of loss overwhelmed Craig and he groaned, his voice carrying through the bathroom.

Craig turned, not caring that his cock was arched all the way up so it ran parallel to his abdomen. That fact that he didn’t care caught him off guard and Robert entered his mind once again. He quickly pushed the image out of his mind as Jeremy stood aside and allowed Craig to stand under the spray of the water. The silkiness of the suds as they ran down his back, over his ass, and along the length of his legs only heightened his pleasure.