Page 40 of Snowballing

“You know, you probably should work out with a partner.”

“You offering?” The fucking balls on this guy. “Thanks for the save, by the way.”

“Maybe Gareth should help you every time you lift weights? I can bring my Switch down here.”

“That sounds like an excellent idea, Trey. We can play down here, or maybe we can lift weights too? Spot each other and keep an eye on your dad?”

I had finally recovered enough to sound normal. “That sounds like a great idea. You’re gonna need bigger muscles for hockey, Trey. Video games don’t do that.”

“Oh, I know.” He turned to head back upstairs. “You have to promise not to lift that much unless Gareth’s here, Dad.”

“I will.”

“You will what? You promise to work out with Gareth?”

“I promise to work out only with Gareth from now on, buddy.”

Trey headed up the stairs, a satisfied smirk on his face, and I wondered if he had manipulated me into spending more time with Gareth on purpose.

Like now, for instance. We were alone.

“I’m gonna make it,” I said, both to myself and Gareth.

“I know. You’re a big boy.”

Uhhhh…

“You good to walk?” He gave my shoulder a squeeze.

“Yeah,” I said, standing up. “I’ll do a cool-down stretch before I shower.”

“Need any help with that?”

I winced. Some of my muscles had bound up. “Which part?”

“All of the above?”

I couldn’t tell if he was serious or just trying to make me laugh.

“I’ll call out if I find myself needing you again.”

“After you,” Gareth said, gesturing to the stairs.

“Thanks.”

I headed up, Gareth close behind me. Out of habit, I shut the light off, only realizing I shouldn’t have after it was too late. Gareth’s f-bomb and a loud thump were all I heard just before my shorts were yanked down.

I tripped and fell forward, catching myself on the stairs before my body could crush my cock against the wood.

That was when I felt hair brush against my bare ass.

“You’re not wearing underwear.”

I ignored Gareth’s observation. “Now it’s my turn. Are you okay?”

“I missed a step, but yeah, I’ll be okay,” Gareth answered. “Why’d you shut the light off?”

“Habit. Sorry about that.”