Page 39 of Snowballing

“Is it just going to be the two of you?”

I wondered if he’d have a problem if it were just the two of us. I sure as fuck didn’t.

Under the guise of strengthening his and Trey’s relationship before February, I had asked him over almost every day. After all, once school started, they’d see each other less. But I swore the man never wore a shirt that was long enough to cover his whole damn torso.

Clearly, some force was conspiring to shove his body in my face around the house, especially whenever that delicious slice of skin was visible. Front, back, didn’t matter.

Laundry detergent, top shelf. His back ‘V’ was on full display when I went to grab a new towel.

Random afternoon stretch, living room. Belly button and PUMP! Waistband right there while looking for the remote.

Bending over to get a pot for dinner last night. Half his damn back. More PUMP! waistband. Red this time. And a jockstrap, because I could see his crack below it. I was just going to refill my water bottle.

None of it was on purpose, but my cock wasn’t making it any easier. It kept sending signals to my brain that this view was enjoyable. And then my brain was telling my hands to go grab him and tear his clothes off. And my cock agreed.

“Nah, my uncle, aunt and cousins come over. Dad usually orders a nice dinner and then we watch a movie, and then the countdown show thing. Look out!”

I ran into the living room, worried something was wrong.

“I got it! Worry about your own dude.”

It was the video game.

Thank fuck, they hadn’t noticed. One glance down and I could tell my cock was struggling to contain itself in my workout shorts. I was about to get a weight session in the basement gym.

I stopped to watch them for a minute. Both of them were absorbed in the game, shoulder to shoulder, sitting on the floor. They looked like two friends. That is what made Gareth a perfect choice to watch Trey. He was the right blend of buddy and trustworthy adult, satisfying both of our needs.

Well, not all of my needs. What I really needed was a long, sweaty fuck, but a good workout would have to suffice. That would take some of my pent up hormones and give them something to do with themselves.

I was almost done when I fucked up.

In my quest to keep my chest chiseled, I had put too much weight on the bar and did one too many reps. I had nothing left in the tank.

“TREY!” I screamed, panicking.

It was all I had left. The bar was already touching my Adam’s apple. I could try to push it over my head, but that might crush my nose.

I heard the door at the top of the stairs open.

“HELP!” I yelled, adrenaline coursing through my body.

The thunder of footsteps made me hold on. It would only be a few moments. If it wasn’t Gareth, Trey could get him.

I gasped as the bar was lifted, black spots danced across my field of vision.

“Jesus Christ, Eli.”

“Dad! Are you okay?” I felt his hands on my torso.

I tried to sit up, but had nothing.

“Here.” I felt two firm hands under my armpits, pulling me from behind into a seated position. “Slow breaths. Relax.”

I nodded for Trey’s benefit, but I wasn’t sure if I actually was okay. He tried to get closer.

“Give him some space, Trey.”

I took a few deep breaths, Gareth’s hand a steady and reassuring presence on my back.