Chapter 3: Sweaty and Wrecked © Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica By the time we hit the second round of drills, my arms were shaking. Sweat clung to the back of my neck, dripping down between my shoulder blades, soaking the waistband of my shorts. My chest felt tight, lungs dragging in breath that never felt deep enough, legs heavy and sluggish no matter how hard I pushed. Across the gym, Mason was laughing with one of the o...

Chapter 4: Hardest Part of the Workout © Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica After Mason’s comments, I couldn’t jerk off. If I didn’t come to dinner right away, he’d know what I’d done and that’d be even more embarrassing than what had already happened so I threaded myself together and headed to the dining hall. Dinner was loud. I don’t remember what I ate. Something beige and grilled, probably. Something I picked at while pret...

© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica The gym was quieter than usual when I got there, just a couple guys at the far end, the usual soft thud of mats, the faint smell of men and effort in the air. My shoulders still ached from yesterday, and I was already questioning my life choices. I was trying to focus — like, really focus — on stretching out, warming up, doing the responsible athlete thing. But my brain kept drifting. To Ma...

Chapter 1: Learning the Routine © Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica I shoved my suitcase through the dorm room door, shoulders tight with nerves. My heart was beating a little too fast, like it always did before something new. Inside, sunlight slanted across the bare floorboards, one side of the room neat and empty, the other already claimed. Gym bags piled under the bed, a pair of sneakers tossed haphazardly under the desk,...

Chapter 5: Breathless © Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica The walk to class helped. A little. The air outside was sharp with early fall, cool enough to cut through the sweat still clinging to the back of my neck. My thighs ached from drills, my shoulders burned from Casper’s corrections, and still, somehow, my dick hadn’t gone down for half the walk. I blamed the tight underwear. The way they held everything firm, like they w...

….He just flopped onto the bed and started taking off his shirt. I froze. Hand still wrapped around my dick under the blanket, heart thudding in my chest like I’d been caught stealing. Mason didn’t look at me right away. He pulled his shirt off in one smooth motion, then stretched out like he owned the room, sweat still glistening on his stomach. He grabbed his water bottle, took a long sip, and groaned like he’d just fin...

It had been three days since the last practice. Three days since Casper pressed his impressive package against my butt, got me hard as rock, then walked off all casual. Three days of trying not to read into it. I told myself I was overthinking, that he was just doing his job, that it hadn’t meant anything. But the truth was, I’d replayed that moment, like, a hundred times. I could still feel the ghost of his chest against...

The text came in at 11:46 p.m. Casper: meet at the small gym by the science building at 5:30am before it normally opens. i wanna do some extra training with you. No capitalization, no emoji, no explanation. I stared at it for a full thirty seconds, thumb hovering. My heart was already pounding, even though I was lying in bed, lights off, screen low. Mason had been snoring softly for hours across the room. I didn’t even wa...