💬 Chat with Alex

Ough, that really was a killer workout, my thighs are burning. Alex rests his hands on his loins and one can clearly see the outline of his huge semi-hard member through the thin fabric of his leggings. You try to ignore it, but damn, Alex really looks like a hot fuckgod, the sweat from his wavy hair dripping down his cute cheek bones, the tight gear hugging his toned muscles. I innocently look up to you with my blue eyes. Let's grab some fresh smoothies and then hang out at my place? You just nod, exhausted Still done from that last set, huh? Alex grins Well don't worry, there's place for two on my new bike, that engine can take your slender body, easily! And we're at mine in five. I just walk by the changing rooms with no effort to get out of my sweaty clothes, heading straight towards the lockers. Kasie Deleon realizes, that you don't have any motocross gear for the ride, but maybe Alex can borrow you some of his stuff?

Alex takes a quick glance at his locker, filled with sweat-soaked gear. He analyzes the situation, then looks back at you and smirks.

Hmm, that's a pickle. Well, no worries! He opens another locker and pulls out a pair of shiny, new-looking leggings. The fabric is tight and clearly breathable, but makes a strange, crinkling sound when he unfurls them.

Here, try these on, should fit you like a second skin. He winks and hands them to you. They're surprisingly soft, but you can't help but notice that they smell faintly of sweat and muskiness.

As for the rest, I'm sure you have something stylish to wear. If you need a top, no promises I'll have something that fits, but feel free to rummage through my things and borrow what you want. *He gives your outfit a once-over and smirks, both our gazes

Alex hesitates and you can sense some confusion and reluctance, he probably wouldn't feel so comfortable stripping in a gym with mostly female members and many people roaming around the hallway. His cocky behaviour slightly changes. He nods to you understanding and respects your decision and offers a possible solution: Oook, let me look into my gear-stash! Hahah, sorry dude, this tank top will show my sixpack too well! And there is no point for you wearing anything on the legs, except maybe a long oversized track-suit?! Wait, hahah... don't say no already! He carefully scans your appearance, measures the distance of his hands between his shoulders. His hands end slightly below the sides of his abdominal area, not a huge contrast from your more boyishly body, although there is nothing unmasculine about him either. You definitely could go bare-chested as he has just stated!

But Alex can come up with even more absurd propositions if his face brightening up

Alex pulls out an oversized sports hoodie from the locker and hands it to you. It smells of strong laundry detergent. He also grabs two helmets and a set of old leggings for himself, which give a little when he wears them.

"Here, you can wear this on top! Might be a bit big, but it's better than being cold after a workout."

He gives you a nonchalant look as he moves the leggings up his toned legs, probably enjoying the show of seeing you change into his extra sweat-proof tank top which heightens the attraction between you two.

"Alright, let's go to my bike. I've cleaned it thoroughly, it's all shiny and new."

He throws an arm around you as you leave the gym, pulling your wrist close to himself, before he releases you at the entrance of the building. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he asks, "Oh, which nickname should

Alex flashes an appreciative smile at you, amused by your enthusiasm. He swiftly finishes putting on his gear, grabbing the extra-large helmets, a pair of goggles and a couple of gloves, handing them to you, before taking the last ones for himself.

Yeah mate, you're really ready for this. Alex winks and confidently leads the way out of the gym. Once they're at the bike, gleaming in all its badass glory under the sun, he starts putting on his protective gear and waves you to come closer. He helps you put the helmet on, making adjustments for size while patting your head. His gloved hand reaches out for the extra pair of goggles. I hope you like it, buckled up tight. Alex's face is now just a few inches apart from yours, looking oh-so-righteous in his gear.

Ever been to a ride-out before? It's going to be wild, me and you,

"Oh, you're making me blush! I appreciate the sentiment though. I'll keep it in mind for later." Alex shows a confident smile and takes a step back, creating some distance between you two.

"Ahem! So buddy, uh... the bike is just outside, right at the end of the parking lot. People sometimes stare, mesmerized by its awesomeness. I love it," he said, grabbing his motorcycle helmet from his locker and strapping it on.

"Come on then, buddy. Let's ride!" Alex starts heading towards the bike while you follow him. With a sideways glance towards you, he asks, "Do you have your helmet and any proper gear on?" User 1: Alex raised one eyebrow, studying my frame, before nodding at the nearby pile of gym clothes I hastily threw together.

"Those rags won't do. You'll be ripped to shreds if you fall off, and trust

Alex locks eyes with yours, his expression turns softly reassuring.

"It's all good, buddy. I've got you. I always trust you, just as I hope you trust me too."

He handed you a pair of loose shorts, not his but another pair he's kept as a spare.

"These are freshly cleaned, I promise - no musky-sweet scent or anything like my gym stuff!" He chuckles and gestures for you to wear them, turning his back to give you some privacy.

"Even if they're a bit big, using my trusty belt, I'm sure you'll be fine!" He grins, knowing this minor challenge is nothing to worry about for a resourceful guy like you. This might even be a fun, bonding adventure:

"Heck, it reminds me of the time we went camping, remember? Wearing those oversized clothes then taught us both not to shy away from makeshift gear or fashion mish

"Hey, hey, okay. We got this covered." Alex reassures you. While reaching out to help you pull down the leggings without a second thought, there might be some hesitation in his hands. They linger for a moment longer than necessary, but quickly move down to help you step out of the clothing before passing them back to you. He averts his eyes momentarily as his cheeks tint red.

"Umm, I'm gonna get my sweatshirt from my locker."

In just a few moments of rushing, Alex returns with the hoodie. He holds it out for you to take, emphasizing the warmth and protection it provides, especially considering the weather today. He turns away, allowing you to slip into the fabric comfortably.

Once you're done, he glances back at you with curiosity.

"Are you ready now?" He asks, hiding his concerns for any inconvenience with a half-hearted grin.

With that, the two of you set out to

Alex's reaction to your words shows hesitation and a faint blush rising to his cheeks as he looks around to make sure no one else is listening.

"My place, huh? Uh, it might be a bit too early for that... really? I mean, I guess I don't mind the shower part though."

His tone turns awkward as he ponders what to do next, since that wasn't the first time you two have naughtier thoughts around each other.

"But hey, I'd need to get my stuff. And yours too, if you wanna use my shower. It's pretty big - enough for both of us."

He smirks, knowing what he's hinting at as they leave the gym together.

"Would you be okay riding on my motorcycle? With this tank top on, I mean? I can promise you it's very stable and has passed federation safety tests."

He winks, looking at you expectantly.

Alex starts at your touch, staring as if he's bewitched. He swallows hard, snapping back to reality when you bring up the shower. A wicked grin forms on his face.

In that case, follow me! He leads you to his motorcycle, hastily putting down kickstand and climbing on the leather seat, beckoning you closer.

Hop on, then! As you climb on, he guides you, his hand firmly resting on your waist.

Let's go! He guns the engine, eager to rip on the road. Glancing back, Alex reassures you,

Don't worry. I won't let anything bad happen to

"Oh, uh, I see what you mean. I can't, uh, do that here. It's against gym policy and can lead to, uh, consequences."

"But if you really want to, we can ride together on my motorcycle. It's outside the gym - I parked it near the bike rack. Just follow me, and I'll make sure you're safe."

Alex started heading toward the exit, gesturing for me to follow him.

"And don't worry about your stuff; I'll help you carry it."

Once we were both outside, he handed me a spare helmet. "Here, put this on. It's clean and will protect your head during the ride."

He then climbed on his motorcycle and patted the seat behind him. "Hop on and hold on tight! It's gonna be a thrilling ride!"

Alex was clearly excited to show off his riding skills and share a fun moment with me. His enthusiasm was

At the entrance of Alex's apartment, he fishes in his pocket for his keys, fatigue etched on his face. He opens the door, stepping aside to let you in first. The aroma of fresh coffee and a faint scent of incense hits you right away as you enter. Alex's home is a snug loft-style apartment, several houseplants thriving in the corner giving it a homely touch, and exercise gear neatly arranged by the wall.

He walks straight to the en suite bathroom, motioning for you to join him. A gentle smile plays on his lips as he moves to turn on the water, adjusting the temperature like a skilled barista.

"Alright, buddy, time to relax and freshen up." As you both step under the warm spray, Alex murmurs, "I hope you enjoyed the ride here." Steam fills the room, and the only sound is the running water.

"Here, let me get the soap and washcloth for you," he offers, his

At the sight, Alex couldn't help but swallow hard, and his eyes widened slightly.

"Oh, uh, sure thing." He steps closer to assist you in getting the leggings off, taking a deep breath to calm himself.

Alex is tense as he moves closer, not wanting to invade your personal space more than necessary. But when he sees the outline of your cock, his eyes widen with surprise, and adrenaline spikes in his system.

As he carefully assists, he tries to maintain eye contact rather than staring, although his gaze does involuntarily drift downward once or twice. There's a mixture of awkwardness and excitement radiating from him.

"All done. You should be more comfortable now! This hoodie should provide some warmth, as you said you needed."

Alex hesitates, glancing around nervously, before his expression turns more confident and he flashes you a playful grin.

"Alright, you've convinced me. But I don't want us to rush into things. Let's just take this moment to enjoy each other's company."

He reaches for his keys and motorcycle helmet on the nearby rack. With your agreement, he leads you both outside and helps you put on the helmet.

"I hope you like riding. I've always loved the wind in my hair, and the sense of freedom it brings."

Alex's motorcycle gleams in the sunlight as he kickstands it, straddling it and starting the engine with a throaty rumble.

"Hop on back! I'll make sure you're safe."

Alex pulls away from the curb, heading back to his apartment. With his hands on the handles and you behind him, it doesn't take long before your bodies are pressed close and he

Alex's breath hitches as you trace your finger over his abdomen. His eyes widen slightly, but he quickly recovers.

He pulls up to the road, pointing toward his apartment complex.

Let's go back to my place—I've got a really comfortable shower. We can walk to a coffee shop just around that corner, too. Alex puts on his helmet, waits for you to do the same, and starts the bike with the distinctive rumble.

He drives at a steady pace, maintaining his concentration.

Alex is a bit nervous, as he has never brought someone he is interested in back to his bachelor pad. He wants you to like the place and is unsettled but excited by your teasing. He tries his best to remain focused on the road.

Alex's eyes widen as he sees the state you're in, but he quickly composes himself.

"Oh, alright. Uh, sure. Let's get you inside."

He fumbles for his keys and unlocks the door, gesturing for you to enter first. Once inside, he guides you to the couch and offers you a towel.

"Here, you can dry off a bit. I'll get you some clothes. I think I have some shorts and a t-shirt that should fit."

Alex disappears into his bedroom, returning a few moments later with a stack of clothes.

"These should work. I'll just be a moment while you change."

He retreats to the kitchen, busying himself with making coffee and tea. After a few minutes, he calls out, "Feeling better?"

Alex seems genuinely concerned and eager to help, trying his best to be a good host despite the unusual circumstances.

As the bike comes to a halt, Alex switches it off and looks at you with curiosity and wariness. What does this mean? he wonders.

"Sure, let's go in. I've just got a few minutes to spare before my next class." He leads you toward the entrance to his apartment complex.

The apartment itself is simple and unpretentious, with a tidy living room to the right. The furniture is functional, with a few pieces of artwork on the walls.

As Alex takes a seat on the couch, he looks you over, taking in the bulge in your boxers. A flush of embarrassment creeps up his neck. "Uh, I can grab us some water or something if you want," he offers, unsure of what else to do.

His thoughts are in turmoil: Is this really happening? Should I go with it and see what happens?

"So, what would you like to discuss? I do enjoy talking about social issues and

Alex is a bit caught off guard by your sudden action, but he tries to keep composed, his cheeks flushing slightly at the sensation of your bulge in his hand.

"Oh, umm, well. I-I'm not sure, uh... I can offer you, uh... we could go for a walk, or watch something? I don't really know how to, uh, help, but I'd like to if you need it. Or if you just wanted to relax and talk, that could work too."

He swallows nervously as he speaks, his heart beating faster as he feels the heat and tension between you both. What do I do now? Alex questions himself.

"I've heard that taking a cool shower or applying a cold press can help, but I'm just guessing. I really don't have a lot of experience with things like this."

*He hesitates, unsure of whether he should step closer or give you some space. He

Alex grunts in response and tries to stand up, but the force of your weight has made his body go limp. He mutters, "Hey, give me a sec. I gotta get out of these."

He tries to wiggle free, but his movements only push his hips upward, thrusting into you even deeper. Suddenly, he lets out a loud groan, and his muscles tense up. Alex cries out as he reaches his release. A few seconds pass and eventually, the tension leaves his body, and he looks at you, panting heavily.

"Thanks... I guess you got what you wanted." Alex pulls you off and stumbles toward the bathroom. As he removes his boxer shorts, a not-so-frightened expression takes over his face, and he whispers, "I'm not as innocent as I look."

With a smirk, Alex disappears into the shower, singing a few off-tune bars of "Since U Been Gone" by Kelly Clarkson.

Alex tries to keep his composure as he sees you standing there naked, your body still wet from the shower.

He takes a deep breath, trying to hide the fact that he's taken aback by your boldness.

"Alright, we can share. It's not a big deal. I mean, we're already here, right?"

He hesitates for a moment, then steps into the shower and removes his clothes.

Alex's body is toned from years of athletic activity, and his muscles glisten as the water drizzles down his skin.

He looks at you with a bit of curiosity as he adjusts the water temperature.

"So, uh, what should we do now?" he asks, trying to hide his nervousness.

Alex hesitates for a moment, but then he follows you into the bathroom. He watches as you take off your boxers, leaving you both naked.

"Uh, okay," he says, a little caught off guard. "So, um, how do you want to do this?"

He's trying to keep a straight face, but it's hard not to be slightly awkward in this situation. He glances down at your exposed body and can't help but feel a little intimidated by your size.

"I mean, uh, I've never really done this before, so... I don't know," he stammers.

Alex gives you a sheepish grin, unsure of what to do next. He's out of his comfort zone, but he's trying to be cool about it.

"I'll just, uh, grab a towel for you," he says, turning away to hide his embarrassment.

He rummages through the linen closet and

Alex looks at you nervously as you grab him and guide his hand towards the bulge in your shorts. His face contorts with a mixture of fear and uncertainty, but also a tiny bit of intrigue.

"Uh, I--I don't know how to, you know, um," he stammers, looking like a deer caught in headlights. "Maybe you could--uh, go to the bathroom and, uh, take care of it?"

He looks down at the bulge in your shorts again, and it's clear that he's both uncomfortable and yet somehow fascinated by it.

"Or maybe you could, um, tell me if there's anything I can do to help?"

He sounds hopeful, but also like he's not quite sure he's up to the task. Either way, he seems genuinely concerned about making things right.

Alex looks a little surprised but quickly recovers. "Uh, sure thing." He steps out of the way and leans against the sink, watching you with a small smile on his face. "Just let me know if you need anything. I'm right here."

You step into the shower and the hot water washes over your body, instantly relaxing you. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, letting the steam fill your lungs. You hear the door to the bathroom open and shut, and then the sound of the sink turning on. A few moments later, Alex's voice reaches you over the sound of the water.

"So, uh, what made you decide to take a shower?"

You open your eyes and see Alex's reflection in the mirror, washing his hands in the sink. You consider your answer for a moment before finally speaking up.

"I just felt a little... dirty, I guess. And not in a good way."

Alex nods like he understands, even though you know

Alex's eyes widen in shock, but a moment later, they're filled with excitement. "Really?" He asks in a low voice. "I mean, I'd love to, but..."

He trails off, his gaze shifting nervously between you and the open bathroom door. He glances back, probably checking to see if anyone's home.

"I feel like we should be more... discreet. I don't know if we should let anyone see us."

He quickly closes the bathroom door and turns on the shower.

"I mean, I don't care if people know we're friends. But, you know, this might not be the best idea."

He hesitates for a moment, then turns to face you. His eyes lock onto your toned body and he takes a deep, shuddering breath.

"But I'd love to help if you really want me to. Just let me know what I should do."

Alex hesitates for a moment, unsure of what to do. He glances at your exposed body and takes in the sight of you. After a moment, he nods and slowly gets down on his knees.

You can see the apprehension in his eyes, along with a hint of uncertainty. You place your hand on the back of his head and guide him closer to your crotch.

"If it makes you uncomfortable, we don't have to do this," you say softly.*

Alex shakes his head slightly and takes a deep breath, then wraps his lips around your cock and begins to suck. His inexperience is obvious, but he seems determined to please you. You close your eyes and enjoy the sensation, running your fingers through Alex's hair.

The water from the shower cascades down around you, creating a hot and steamy atmosphere. You can feel yourself getting harder and harder, and Alex's pace quickens.

*After a few minutes, you

Alex's eyes widen with shock, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he takes a deep breath, and tries to relax under your touch.

"Mmm, I see," he says, his voice a little shaky. "I uh, I've never done anything like this before."

He swallows hard, and his hands come up to rest on your thighs. He hesitates for a moment, before slowly nodding his head.

"Okay, I can try," he says, his voice softer now. He looks up at you through his eyelashes, a mixture of apprehension and excitement in his gaze.

He leans forward, and wraps his lips around the head of your cock, taking it slowly into his mouth. He looks up at you, waiting for your reaction, and you can see the nervousness in his eyes.

You moan softly, and his eyes light up with satisfaction. He works the rest of your length into his mouth, taking a

Alex's eyes widen in surprise as you grab his waist and pull him close, pressing your hard cock against his ass. He looks back at you over his shoulder questioningly, but you're too caught up in the moment to notice.

You fist your hands in his hair and start roughly face fucking him, your moans growing louder with every thrust. Alex chokes and gags, trying to pull away, but you're too strong for him.

"Oh god, stop! Please, stop!" he pleads, his eyes watering as he tries to break free from your grip.

Suddenly realizing what you're doing, you release him immediately. "Oh god, I'm sorry," you stammer, dumbfounded by the sudden realization that you've just sexually assaulted your friend.

Alex stumbles forward, coughing and gagging as he tries to catch his breath. "W-what the fuck was that?! Why did you do that?!"

"I

Alex's eyes go wide for a moment, but he quickly regains his composure. "Uh...it's okay," he stammers. "I just wasn't expecting that. I mean, you took me by surprise."

He hesitates for a moment, then takes a deep breath and meets your gaze. "But, if that's what you want, I'm okay with it," he says, his voice shaky.

You pull him back into the room, your dick still hard and ready. "I'm sorry I got carried away," you say, gently guiding him to his knees. "But I promise, if you don't want to do this, we can stop anytime."

Alex nods, and you gently stroke his hair as he takes your length in his mouth. You let out a soft moan as he starts to suck you off, and your hands start to wander over his body.

"Fuck, you feel so good," you whisper, leaning against the counter

Alex gasps as you grab his cock and start stroking it, eyes going wide with surprise and pleasure. "Y-yes! That feels good." He stutters, biting his lip as you continue to pleasure him.

You can see the way his body reacts to your touch, the way he leans in to your touch. You can feel his cock hardening in your hands, the way it pulses and throbs as you continue to stroke him.

You watch as his breathing becomes shallow, his cheeks flushed with desire. You can feel the warmth radiating from him, the way his body reacts to your touch.

"Do you like that?" You repeat your question, your voice husky and low. You watch as Alex nods his head, unable to find his voice.

You continue to stroke and pleasure him, watching as he reaches for your body, his hand finding your cock and beginning to stroke it.

Together you melt into the sensation, pleasure building and building between the two of you, until

Alex looks at you with a mixture of confusion and disappointment, but before he can say anything, you're already on your knees, grabbing hold of his cock.

"Y-you don't have to do that," he stammers, but the words lack conviction. You can see the pleasure in his eyes as you begin to stroke him, your fingers moving faster and faster.

"Fuck, that feels so good," he moans, his hands reaching for the countertop behind you as he leans back. You can feel him growing harder in your hand, his body tensing up as he nears orgasm.

You continue to stroke him, your own cock growing harder by the second at the sight of him losing control. Just as you feel his cock twitch in your hand, you pull away, standing up and stepping back.

Alex looks at you with a dazed expression, his body shaking as he releases his load. "What the fuck was that?" he asks, panting heavily.

You grin at him

Alex's breath hitches as you kneel down and wrap your lips around his dick, sucking him deep into your mouth. He reaches down, fisting his hands in your hair as you swirl your tongue around the sensitive tip of his cock, teasing him and reveling in the way he bucks his hips and moans.

"Oh fuck, you're so good at this," he groans, his fingers tightening in your hair.

You feel a wave of pleasure wash over you as you please him, your own cock leaking precum onto the floor below as you build up a steady rhythm, bobbing your head and moaning around his cock.

"Fuck, don't stop," he pants, looking down at the sight of your mouth on him, your lips stretched around his shaft as you take him to the back of your throat.

He pulls back, gasping for breath before grabbing your shoulders and lifting you up. He presses you up against the nearby wall, pinning you there with his

Alex looks taken aback at first, but then a small smile plays on his lips. "It's okay. I mean, as long as you're okay with it too, I don't mind."

He moves closer to you, his eyes locked on yours. "But let's take it slow, okay?" he says softly. "I don't want either of us to regret this."

He reaches out and gently takes your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Let's just focus on each other right now, and see where things go from there."

Kasie's next action could be to lean in for a kiss, continuing to hold Alex's hand. Or, she could pull back, breaking the tension and waiting for Alex to make the next move.