After the Gym

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They went to a pool hall after the gym. Nursing on two longnecks, they moved around the table, each taking aim at the balls on the table. Talking about nothing. Which meant the world to Caspian since it allowed him to be with Sebastian.

"So, a guy like you must be swimming in poon!" Caspian ventured out past his beer buzz to figure out what Sebastian was into. "Eh, not as much as you'd think," Seb said, trying to play it off. Cas wondered if he was embarrassed to be gay, or at least, embarrassed to mention it to someone he has just sweated with at the gym. "So, you like guys then? No worries, I have a few gay friends," Caspian mentioned.

"Well...," Sebastian started, "I have a thing about my ass. It's definitely a no-go zone. Guys are nice, but it doesn't feel fair that I enter them but they can't enter me. I've tried sucking guys off, but it's meh. I almost wish I could have the best of both worlds, but that's asking too much."

Caspian's pants flushed with the thought. He excused himself to the bathroom. He couldn't help his initial walk to the urinal, then stopped himself, sighed, then walked to a stall. His clit was standing proud out of his meaty lips, begging to be rubbed, even tugged a bit. He was quick to cum, and even moaned a bit when he heard the outer door open. He heard a thick stream of piss hit the porcelain urinal, and as he peeked between the door and stall wall, he saw Sebastian walking towards the sink to rinse off his hands.

"Oh Seb," I thought. "I wish you'd let me stand behind you, hold your limp cock, direct that stream into the urinal." Wistfully, he thought of his lost days, taking pissing in a urinal for granted. Now seated on his throne, he was half-sad, half-horny again, imagining him grasping Sebastian's dick post-piss, feeling it harden, feeling the foreskin slide up and down his wet glans, taking an idle finger and rubbing the hole, gliding a combination of piss and precum. Caspian sucked on his own finger, tasting his own piss and slit creme, and imagined the saltiness from Sebastian's cock. He quickly wiped, flushed, and washed his hands before returning to their pool table."

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