A Fitting Pair

Meeting Sebastian

It had been about a year after the incident. Caspian has been at the gym, trying to hold onto the last vestiges of his manliness. The doctor-prescribed testosterone helped him maintain his muscle tone, helped him keep the physique, but at the expense of intensifying his horniness. He hadn't even touched himself except to wipe until the period started. Hadn't even considered tampons an option until talking with a grief counselor. Even thin, the insertion was just too much for him, making him weepy, crying. And yet he grew more and more horny. His clit would harden, his aching hole moisten, his labia would swell with arousal and intention. Yet, he would fight it. Ignore that side of him.

He had seen Sebastian the past month, and his mind just went places. Seeing that bulge in his shorts as he went through his exercises just sent shivers down Caspian's spine. He had gotten used to wearing a pad, changing it several times a day to absorb his leaking arousal, but this time in the shower, he let his fingers cup his sex. His fingers slid through the swollen lips as he imagined Sebastian's would feel. Rough and course. Owning him. His middle finger slipped in, ringed by his hymen, scratching that itch in his inner walls. His palm mashed against his swollen clit, so aroused he could count his heartbeats from it.

It was the first time he had came in nearly eleven months.

Ever since that day, he searched for a way to get closer to him. To be his bud. Even if he was just a friend, he could have Sebastian in his life.

He remembered when Seb asked him to spot for him. "If he only knew," Caspian thought to himself as he stood at the head of the lifting bench, his hands ready to ease the weight of the barbell. Sebastian did his reps, then offered to trade places with Caspian. As Cas lay down, he could feel the warmth on the padded bench, feel the pools of sweat against his skin, and felt a different wetness in his shorts. As he had his head inches from Sebastian's crotch, he tilted his eyes up, tracing his cock and scrotum with his lustful look. Imagining for an instant what it would feel like inside him.

"Ready to lift, bro?" Sebastian asked?

Flush with embarrassment, Caspian did his reps, trying to flush out the thought with the pain of the lift. "Sebastian wouldn't want someone broken like me," Cas thought. "He either wants a woman with a pussy, or a man with a cock. He doesn't want a bastardized fool like me. Thoughts like this are what had kept Caspian out of the dating pool for so long, but this was different. Was Sebastian worth a shot?