Giving Up the Fight - Faith Ryan

by Rock Hard Gym

  I’m not gay. I mean, I can appreciate when a man looks as good as Tanner does, but I have never crossed that line. It’s strictly pussy for me.

  For some reason the thought brings to mind lips around my cock and piercing ice blue eyes looking into my own. I stifle a groan and adjust the hard-on I now have thanks to that fantasy.

  “I need to get laid.” I say under my breath, but I guess I’m not quiet enough because Tanner stops mid punch to look at me. He stares at me for so long I begin shuffling on my feet.

  When I can’t take it anymore, I cross my arms over my chest and glare back at him. “What? Never felt the need to fuck before?”

  His gaze turns from assessing to pissed in an instant and he tells me, “You can’t go fuck some bimbo’s mouth in a bar bathroom. There are rules while you’re here.”

  Fucking bullshit rules. He keeps throwing those damn rules in my face, but he still hasn’t told me what any of them are.

  “Rules? Ha, what fucking rules? The ones you make up to suit your mood? I haven’t once seen or heard a legit rule in this place. It’s all come out of your mouth and is twisted with your derision for me.”

  “My derision for you? What the hell does that mean?”

  I snort laugh at him and it isn’t my finest moment, but I take great pride in explaining to him what I mean. “I mean, for some reason you think you are better than me. You’ve thought it since the moment we met. You try to hide it, especially around your butt buddy Pete, but when we’re alone I can see the contempt you have for me every time you look at me. Well, get off your fucking high horse. You’re a fucking alcoholic, too. Just because you haven’t imbibed in however fucking long, doesn’t mean you’re better than me. You’re just better at hiding how it affects you.”

  I’m breathing hard, harsh puffs of air coming from my nose.

  “Okay. I’m glad you got that off your chest and finally admitted to your alcohol problem, but you’re wrong. That’s not what I think about you at all. And if you want to go to the bar and get laid, fine. But I’ll be right there with you every step of the way to make sure you don’t touch a drop of what brought you here.”

  “Fuck you, I don’t need a babysitter while I fuck some chick.”

  “Too bad, that’s the only way you’re gonna fuck some chick.”

  Tanner has moved closer to me with each exchange of words until we are standing almost chest to chest. His nearness is causing pings of arousal to zip through my body. It’s confusing and irritating.

  “So, what’s it gonna be, Lenny? A babysitter and a piece of ass, or your hand in the shower?”

  Chapter 6

  Tanner

  What the fuck was I thinking giving Lennox the option to go out and find some tramp to bang. Pete’s news regarding Christian had me so worked up, I let my temper get the better of me. I’m tired and I want to drown myself in the nearest bottle. I’m fucking pissed I have to babysit one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen and not tell him I know what he looks like when he comes. The only consolation I have now is I chose the bar. With any luck Lennox will take one look around and walk right back out.

  I nod to Kade, the bouncer at Dick’s, as we pay and make our way inside. I watch Lennox closely once we are inside, a smirk lifting my lips and my mood. He scrunches his brows together as he takes it all in. The dance floor is small and crowded; men of all kinds are grinding against each other. There are couples making out, or worse, in the booths that go along the far side of the room opposite the bar. And directly across from the entrance, right in Lennox’s line of sight, is the hall leading to the restrooms. Men hang all over each other waiting for their chance to use one of the many private toilets for some hot and dirty action.

  “What is this place? Where are the women?”

  I laugh as I say, “Oh, you thought you were getting laid tonight. Sorry, but you’re stuck with your hand, Lenny. I, on the other hand, get to dance and rub all over some sexy men and possibly get lucky. Unfortunately for you, you have to stay by my side all night.”

  I grab his bicep to drag him to the dance floor, but he doesn’t budge. I look back at him with my brow raised. He looks like he wants to say something but changes his mind and lets me lead him into the crowd.

  I don’t waste any time finding someone to dance with. “Hey, I’m Tanner. This is my friend Lenny.” I nod toward Lennox as I wrap an arm around a slender brunette and rub my semi-hard dick on his ass. I barely hear him tell me his name is Kyle, it doesn’t matter, he’ll do for what I need tonight. I don’t let go of Lennox’s bicep while I basically dry fuck the guy.

  After a few minutes of bumping and grinding, I peek at Lennox. I expect to see disgust and annoyance glaring back at me, but what I actually see takes my cock from semi to rock hard in a millisecond.

  Lennox is stiff, unmoving even as the crowd jostles him. He isn’t paying any attention to those around us, his eyes are locked on me and how close I am to Kyle. He watches me roll my hips and hardness into Kyle’s ass in perfect rhythm to the music that vibrates the room. He swallows and looks up, making direct eye contact with me. Deep blue pools reflect his trepidation but mixed with his fear is a whirlwind of lust.

  Remembering the night I walked in on him face fucking some blonde in the Drunken Cat’s bathroom, I decide to give him a show of my own. It won’t end with a satisfying release like his did, but it will be worth it.

  I’ve had my hand loosely resting on Kyle’s waist as we danced, but now I purposely make my touch firmer and move slowly up his chest. My fingers graze his nipple and I give it a tug through the cotton of his t-shirt as it stiffens from my touch. Then I slide my palm back down, stopping at the waist of his jeans and teasing the tips of my fingers back and forth along the band of his underwear. Kyle starts pushing back into my rolling hips and I begin to stroke back up his chest again.

  Lennox follows the path of my hand with his eyes, the lust deepening with every stroke I make. I tighten my grip on him and pull him to stand in front of Kyle. I let go of him for the first time since we stepped onto the dance floor. My finger trails down his arm before I place both my hands on Kyle’s hips.

  I guide Kyle forward until he is chest to chest with Lennox. Kyle obviously doesn’t mind being sandwiched between two men if the way he continues to grind his ass onto me is any indication. Lennox, however, is still an inactive participant.

  Leaning close to Kyle’s ear I whisper, “Touch him.” He doesn’t need more convincing than that and he immediately begins to feel up Lennox.

  Lennox stiffens the moment Kyle’s hands are on him and I know he’s about two seconds away from bolting. I take my hands from Kyle and place them on Lennox’s hips, pulling him in a little closer. I let my thumbs dip under his waistband and rub circles into his skin. Slowly, Lennox begins to relax and lean in to Kyle’s touch, but he keeps his hands fisted at his sides.

  I lower my head to Kyle’s neck. I lick and bite and push him closer to Lennox. This started as a way to push boundaries, a game to get Lennox to react, but now it’s becoming something else. I want to watch him let go. I want him to look into my eyes when he allows himself to freefall. And I want him to recognize it’s not the first time I’ve seen him come undone.

  Kyle throws his head back onto my shoulder, giving me full access to the long line of his neck. I meet Lennox’s eyes again as I continue to nip and suck Kyle’s skin. I see the battle he’s having with himself, and I watch as he loses to his body’s desires.

  He reaches out and tentatively strokes a finger across Kyle’s lips, letting it trail over his Adam’s apple and lower, only stopping when he reaches the button on Kyle’s jeans.

  Kyle wraps a hand around Lennox’s neck and brings his face closer to his, which brings him closer to me. I stop my ministrations and lift my face until we are only a breath away.

  “You two are so fucking hot.” Kyle punctuates his statement with a groan and roll of his hips, causing Lennox to inhale sharply. “Wanna make use of one of the pri
vate stalls?”

  Lennox looks unsure, so I take my hands from his hips and slide them up under his shirt caressing the ridges of his abs.

  “I’m definitely up for it.” I smirk and rub my dick harder into Kyle’s backside. “What do you say Lenny, wanna help me give Kyle here what he wants?”

  I should stop this game, this teasing, but I’m confident Lennox will call it quits any minute now. When he does, we’ll say goodbye to Kyle and then pretend none of it ever happened. I’m taking a gamble he won’t deck me for pushing too far. To be honest though, I don’t fucking care. I want to push him as far as he’ll let me.

  Lennox licks his lips and looks from me to Kyle and back again. I see that whirlwind in his eyes again and wonder if it’s too much to hope it will overtake his fear for a second time tonight.

  “Come on Lenny, this is why we’re here. What are you waiting for?” I can’t help but remind him how we ended up at Dick’s in the first place.

  He takes a step back from Kyle and while I knew that is what he would do, I can’t help but be a little disappointed I won’t get to see him orgasm up close. I mirror Lennox’s movement and step back as well. I turn to Kyle, ready to let him down gently so I can go home and take care of the problem in my pants.

  “Kyle, I’m sorry” comes out at the same time Lennox says, “Okay. Let’s go.”

  “Wait—what?” I turn back to him to gauge how serious he is about this. He stares me down, and shrugs.

  “I’m horny. My dick needs more than my hand. You brought me here, I might as well take advantage of what’s being offered.”

  He’s calling my bluff. He doesn’t think I will go through with it. Fuck me. I should give him the out, let him win this game. Instead I lead the two of them to the hall to wait for an available room.

  I know I’ll regret this as soon as it’s over, yet I can’t say no to seeing him in the throes of passion one more time. He’ll hate me tomorrow. Hell, he might hate me right now, but I think it just might be worth it.

  Chapter 7

  Lennox

  I follow Tanner and Kyle, wondering how far I’m willing to take this game of gay chicken Tanner seems to want to play with me. I almost walked out when I realized where he had brought me. I wanted to run the other way when he was dragging me to the dance floor. I thought about telling him no and forcing him to take us back to Mountain View, but when I saw the lightness in his eyes that had been missing all afternoon, I figured I could go along with his little game. But now shit is getting real.

  How far am I willing to let this go? Can I go all the way just to help Tanner forget whatever bad news he received? I scrub a hand over my face and into my hair, second guessing what I’m about to do.

  We reach the hall and fall in line behind the other men waiting for their turn to bust a nut in a public restroom. My palms begin to sweat, and I rub them over my thighs to rid them of the moisture.

  I don’t think I can do this. But God do I want to.

  That thought scares the fuck out of me.

  “Tanner.” I mean to tell him I’ve changed my mind, except when he looks at me, I see that happy glint again. And this time there’s something else alongside it. Arousal. Tanner is excited for this.

  “Yeah, Lenny? You didn’t change your mind, did you?” His smirk says he knows exactly what I’m thinking, making my decision easy. I’m not one to back down from a challenge.

  “Nah. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t getting performance anxiety. I don’t want to brag but I not only have the goods, but I know how to use them.”

  Tanner’s smile slips, just for a second. I don’t want to ruin his mood, so I’ll have to find out what that was about later.

  “Damn. I bet you guys have some intense pounding sessions.” Kyle’s voice reminds me he is there. I had somehow forgotten that little fact, too focused on Tanner and my nerves.

  Tanner turns to him, smile back in place. “Guess you’re about to find out.” Then he turns to me and winks.

  I don’t know what I’m doing, but one thing is for sure: My body sure likes the idea of what is about to happen, whatever it is.

  Down the hall a door opens, and a couple stumble out all over each other. They’re mismatched as can be, a cute little twink pulling a bear of a man behind him. The twink points at us and gestures behind him with a wave of his hand. “It’s all yours.”

  Then Tanner is hauling me into the room. He closes the door behind us and throws the lock. I focus on Kyle because the intensity of Tanner’s stare is too much. I feel awkward and unsure of myself, two things I don’t ever remembering being since I was a young kid.

  I look around the restroom and I realize it’s just another bar bathroom. I’ve had many sexual conquests end in places just like this. The only difference now is instead of a woman or two, I’m with two guys. One just happens to be my new AA sponsor. I’ll just consider this one of my twelve steps. Surely, it can’t be that different than fucking a bimbo, or a bimbo’s mouth. And if it is, I’ll just picture the blonde from the other night. I don’t remember much but I was definitely fulfilled that night in a way that went deeper than just an orgasm. I’ll have to look her up when I get out of rehab.

  Determined to treat this like any other bathroom hook up, I unbutton my jeans and beckon Kyle forward. Grabbing my—surprisingly—hard cock through the denim, I tell him, “If you want it you have to take it out.”

  I see Tanner roll his eyes in my peripheral vision, but Kyle licks his lips and falls to his knees in front of me. He doesn’t waste any time unzipping and pulling my dick out. My jeans are only at my thighs when he begins to stroke me with the tight grip of his hand.

  Already I know this is going to be an experience unlike any I’ve had with a woman. Kyle proves he knows what he’s doing, most likely using the techniques he uses on himself on me. His strokes are hard and slow, with a twist of his fist around the head each time.

  The sound of a belt buckle being undone comes from my right and I turn my head to find Tanner pushing his pants to the floor. I stubbornly keep my gaze on his face, refusing to look at his dick.

  “Holy fuck! Dude, you’re pierced!” Kyle’s exclamation draws my eyes to the body part I was resolutely ignoring. And fuck me, Tanner’s cock is beautiful. Long and thick, with the glint of metal near the tip.

  Shit, I’m ogling another man’s dick.

  I’m not only ogling it, I’m fucking mesmerized. Pretty sure if I knew how to write poetry, I’d be spewing something sweet and sexy about the vein running from the base all the way to the flared head.

  “Like what you see, Lenny?” Tanner asks as he begins to stroke himself, matching his rhythm to the one Kyle has going with my cock. I can’t tear my gaze away. I’m riveted by the bead of precum that oozes from his slit.

  Apparently, Kyle is as well because he leans in to lap it from Tanner’s tip. He lets out a groan at the taste of Tanner’s essence on his tongue.

  I jerk my eyes back up to Tanner’s face, only to find his gaze is locked on me and not Kyle, who has begun to give him a rather enthusiastic blow job.

  I don’t realize how long I’ve been staring at Tanner until Kyle wraps his warm, wet mouth around the head of my cock, causing my eyes to roll back in my head and breaking the intense connection.

  I hear rustling clothes and sense movement. Before I can open my eyes to see what is happening, Kyle jerks forward and swallows my cock down his throat with a moan. My body is suspended on a wave of pleasure, dangerously close to crashing over.

  Kyle begins to moan in earnest, his head bobbing on my dick of its own accord. I finally manage to pry open my lids and look down, watching my length disappear between Kyle’s lips.

  I watch him suck me for a few minutes, my pleasure reaching a crescendo and holding. I can’t seem to fall off the cliff. My orgasm just out of reach. Not for the first time tonight I think about saying I changed my mind and walking back out to the dance floor.

  Movement behind Kyle catches my at
tention. Tanner. He’s stroking himself with one hand while the fingers of the other are plunging in and out of Kyle’s ass. The source of Kyle’s depth and rhythm on my cock. Each time Tanner pushes his fingers deep, Kyle swallows me down his throat a little farther and moans. Tanner shoves his fingers in one more time, then he holds them deep inside of Kyle.

  And holy mother of fuck, whatever it is he’s doing has Kyle sucking me hard, my release rushing through me, starting from my toes, up my spine and into my groin, to spill down his throat.

  My vision turns to rainbows and starbursts, blinding me. My ears work fine though, and I hear the crinkle of a wrapper and an oomph. My sight returns to the image of Tanner plunging in and out of Kyle in such a demanding manner that Kyle is pushed almost flat on the floor. Not that he seems to mind, his grunts and demands for more assuring me he wants Tanner to claim his body roughly.

  I feel myself growing hard again, something that has never happened before. I’m usually a one-shot man but watching Tanner’s dick disappear and reappear just enough to see the glint of his piercing over and over, has me chubbing up like I didn’t just come seconds ago.

  “Wishing it was you, Lenny?” Tanner’s cocky ass comment snaps me back to reality. The reality where I’m not gay. Guys don’t turn me on. I don’t get off from a man’s touch.

  So, what was last night, when you were fucking your hand to the sight of Tanner in his bed? Or what about five minutes ago, when you came down Kyle’s throat?

  Fuck you, brain! I’m not attracted to guys.

  Are you sure?

  Yes. No. I don’t know.

  Fuck.

  Chapter 8

  Tanner