Liam strode into his buildings weight room an hour later than usual, ready to lift some heavy things. His favourite pump up jams playlist was already blasting through his large Bose headphones as he dropped his bag on the floor beside the bench. The only other person in the room looked up. Liam had pulled out his gym notebook and turned to a new page for todays workout before he noticed the pair of eyes watching him. A small boy with curly brown hair was seated on the rowing machine across the room that directly faced the bench Liam had chosen. The boy smiled, nodded slightly but didn’t stop rowing. Liam nodded back, noting to himself there was something a little pecicular about that boy that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. But, he worked out in the dinky apartment weight room specifically because he didn’t have time to get distracted by cute boys.

_Focus, _Liam demanded as he selected his weights from the rack and settled strattling the bench. Kendrick blasted through his headphones as he concentrated on the position of his hands, felt the weight firmly in his grip, and forced his body into motion. The gym is one place where Liam felt confident. There he had a purpose and he knew exactly what he was doing, so long as he didn’t get distracted by all the beautiful people.

As he started set number three his mind began to wander and he glanced toward the rowing machine out of the corner of his eye. _Did he see me looking? _Liam questioned, but the boy just kept looking forward, focused on rowing and clearly listening to his own music. _Even if he did, why would he care? _But, of course, Liam wanted the pretty boy to care. He couldn’t help but notice the way his shorts rode up his thighs as he slid back and forth on the machine.

On the fourth set, he upped his weight. Today wasn’t supposed to be a day to push his personal best, but fuck it. On rep three he faltered but pushed his body to the limit, forcing his muscles into action and revealing in the feeling of his blood pulsing through his veins. His pushed himself to failure and dropped the weight onto the padded floor at the end of his set with a grunt before putting off his baggy long sleeve to reveal the tight muscle shirt he wore underneath.

He tossed his extra shirt into his bag and recorded his set in his tiny notebook before he noticed the boy watching him. He stood beside the machine now, slowly sipping from his water bottle, not even pretending he wasn’t staring. The boy was clearly fit, but in a lean way, so it was impossible not to notice a big boy like Liam.

“Looking good!” The boy said with a smile. He crossed the room to the cleaning station near Liam’s bench.

“Pardon?” Liam said pulling one side of his headphones of his ear and tilting his head toward the boy, who was now only a few feet in front of him.

“Oh,” the boy said, suddenly a little less confident with this large man looking up at him, sort of. “I said…looking good.”

“Oh!” Liam exclaimed, a little too loudly. He blushed, “Thanks. Um….you too?”

The boy laughed pulled paper towel from the machine and grabbing the spray bottle. “Thanks, I think. I haven’t seen you here before, are you new to the building?”

Liam pressed paused on his music and pulled his headphones off completely. “No, not really. I am just later today than usual, work meeting ran long.” He watched the boy closely as he wanted away from him, trying to determine if he had that queer swagger in his step, but also definitely checking out his ass.

The boy paused before leaning over to wipe the machine and looked back to make eye contact with Liam like he knew he’d just been checking him out. Liam blushed again. He watched in silence, almost drooling as he watched the boy closely as he wiped down the machine. He wasn’t quite a twink, but despite clearly having some decent muscle, he was still quite small.

As he walked past Liam toward the cleaning station, he whispered, “did you know we can lock that door?” He looked up at the single door leading to the hallway of the basement apartment gym.

“Lock the door?” For a moment Liam was confused. Then suddenly, his heart was in his throat.

“Yeah,” the boy smirked. “Looks like you want to maybe…work me out.”

Before Liam could muster a single coherent thought, the boy strode the few paces across the room, flipped the lock on the door and was back standing between Liam’s thighs. He looked up, this boy was shorter than he had anticipated. His face was soft, only a small hint of subtle beneath his chin.

“Do you want to touch me?”

“Yes.” Liam answered automatically, he dick pressed against high tight gym shorts. Yet, he didn’t move, he clearly was not in control in this scenario.

“Good.” The boy slid his hand down the side of Liam’s face and lifted his chin until their eyes met. “I really want you to fuck me right now. But I need to ask you one thing…” he hesitated before continuing. “And it might break the mood.”

“Anything,” Liam replied desparate for this pretty boy to let him touch that beautiful and likely incredibly soft skin. He was already imagining tasting the sweet salt on the soft boys neck.

“Have you ever been with a trans boy?”

He took a step back. He didn’t break eye contact but Liam suddenly felt so disconnected from him. He wanted nothing more for the boy to be close, to have his small body wrapped around his.

“Oh…shit!” Liam’s face began to heat up as he thought about the space between this boys legs. He was not prepared for that question, but maybe that was exactly what made this pretty boy grab his attention. “Fuck, sorry. I have, yes. I have.”

Without saying anything else the boy closed the distance between them and took Liam’s mouth. Liam sighed into the softness of his lips. Breathed in his fresh workout smell. But desparate for more, he closed his hands around the boys small thighs and pulled him down onto his lap before devouring his mouth again. The boy let out a throaty groan and ran his hands down Liam’s thick back. Liam responded by moving his lips to his jaw to his ear then to his neck stopping to nip on his collar bone. When the boys breath caught, he nipped at him again before licking at his salty sick.

When Liam paused his exploration to catch his breath, the boy lifted his shirt up over his shoulders and tossed is somewhere on the floor behind him. Liam was surprised to see beautifully pierced nipples on what looked like a pre surgery chest, but it was hard to tell with the colourful tattoos covering his torso. He wanted to take in every inch of those beautiful tattoos, but he was too desparate to taste.

“Fuck, you’re hott!” He exclaimed, before pulling him forward, feeling the boys body rock against his hard cock. He leaned into the boy and licked his stomach from his belly button up his sternum. “Can I?” He asked motioning toward the boys chest.

“Mmmm, yes please,” the boy pleaded. “Suck on my little boy tits for me.”

Liam gasped at his boys demand before taking his nipple into his mouth. His cock throbbed as the boy groaned at his tongue making circles around his nipple and yanked at his hair. “You like that?” He asked with a smirk.

“Mhmmm” he nodded before guiding Liam’s head to the other side of his chest. Liam complied, licking and sucking hungrily at the boys beautiful little tits while he rocked his body against his cock.

Liam was worried he was going to finish in his pants when the boy grabbed him by the hair, pulled his face back and said, “Fuck me right now.”

He stood, easily keeping the boy in his arms, thighs wrapped around his waist. He turned, gentle placed him down on the weight bench and stood for a moment just looking at him before ungracefully yanking off the boys shorts.

His pussy was already dripping with precum. Liam groaned. He knew he had to taste before he even thought about pulling off his own shorts. Before the boy had a chance to react, he was down on his knees pulling his body to the edge of the bench and placing his legs on his broad shoulders. “Fuck….” He groaned out before licking across the boys dripping cunt. The boys body jerked involuntarily and he let out a small laugh.

“This…isn’t what I asked for,” he joked.

“I’ll get to fucking you, pretty boy.” He smiled, before taking his tiny cock in between his lips. He licked at sucked and loved the way the boy squirmed at his touch, but held him firmly against the bench with his large hands.

The boy reached down and pressed his face firmly against his cock as he groaned out, “fuuuuuuck, daddy. I’m going to cum!” Moments later his cock pulsed between Liam’s lips and cum pooled on the beach between his legs.

After a minute he let out a sigh and his legs went limp against Liam’s back. He gently licked at his cunt a few more times, loving the sweet taste of the boy and the way after shocks convulsed through his body. “You ready for my cock now, you little slut?” He asked, a smirk spread across his face.

When th boy nodded Liam stood and pulled his shorts down his legs allowing his cock to spring to attention. “Can I turn you over?”

A slight blush rose into the boys already flushed cheeks as he nodded again.

Liam easily picked the boy up, not unlike a rag doll and flipped him over so his stomached was pressed against the bench. “Mmmmm… that ass!” He exclaimed as his pulled at the boys hips to raise his ass up toward his throbbing cock. Holding him by the hip with one hand he ran his other hand the length of the boys back and reveled in the way he shivered beneath him. “You’re such a good boy,” he cooed.

He wiggled his ass in Liam’s face in response.

Liam lands one open palmed smack on his cheek to a satisfied gasp before burying his face between the boys legs again. His legs and ass were dripping with cum and Liam wanted to taste every bit of that body.

He wasn’t nearly satisfied with how much off the boy’s body he had tasted, but tip of his cock was dripping and he desparately needed to cum. As he stood, he asked, “are you ready?” The boy nodded again, more awkwardly his time with his head pressed into the weight bench. “Can I….?”

“Yes!” He exclaimed. “Fuck my boy pussy, daddy.”

“I’m not going to last long, you’re too damn hott,” he said as he pressed his cock into the boys cunt and felt him squeeze against him in response.

“That’s hott! Breed that hole for me,” he whimpered out. The boy looked so damn hott with Liam’s large hands gripping his small hips, his head pressed into the bench, sweat dripping from his beautiful curls. He pressed his ass back into Liam’s cock desparate to take every inch of him.

“Oh, that’s a good boy,” Liam cooed as he thrust, sweat sliding down between his pecks. “God, I am going to fill you up.”

Just as Liam exploded, the door across the room jiggled. He nearly crushed the boy as he calapsed into a burst of laughter. But instead of rushing, he kissed behind the boys ear, the back his neck, his shoulders as he lay pressed inside of him. They both sighed into each other.

When the person at the door knocked, the two boys scrambled to their feet and quickly pulled on their clothes. Still flushed, but mostly presentable, the boy bounced across the room to unlock the door.

A tall, beautiful femme with bright pink headphones pushed into the room the moment it was unlocked. “Omg, James! I knew it had to be you.