The next day when Andrew got off of work, Corey was outside in a new car, which upon asking, Corey said was rented until he found one he liked.
Corey took him then to the gym that he had apparently been sporadically going to whenever Andrew was in class, and there he signed Andrew up for a membership and paid for it. When Andrew sheepishly told him that he’d never actually been to a gym before, and that he usually kept in shape by jogging and the swimming he had done in high school, Corey showed him around. While it met Andrew’s expectations, it was a huge relief having someone to show him around, as he himself would usually be too shy to wander around himself.
When they got down to it, Corey guided him on what to do, and Andrew found that the other man was very patient and gentle. He didn’t yell or scream at him when he did something wrong like all of Andrew’s PE teachers had throughout school, which was a huge relief, as being yelled at had been one of the reasons he had always shied away from sports.
But with Corey, there was no yelling. It was all supportive, and Andrew was immensely relieved. Working out with the other man turned out to be a lot more fun than he had expected.
“Honestly, I could have done it a lot longer than an hour,” Andrew confessed as they started back to the locker room, going over to where their lockers were.
Corey gave him a lopsided smile. “Tell me that after a week of it.” He said with a dark little chuckle, Andrew laughing as well.
“No, I mean it! I’d love to, you know, bulk up a bit.” He said as he laid a hand on his stomach, picking at the fabric of his shirt. It was flat and toned, but he wouldn’t hate the idea of having a six-pack. It actually sounded pretty cool. He didn’t know if he had the discipline for it, but he’d love to see how far he could go.
“You're fine, trust me. We’re going to focus more on building stamina than muscle right now, and then we’ll go from there.” Corey said easily, dropping an arm around Andrew’s shoulder as he led him over to their lockers. When they got to their shared locker, Corey handed Andrew the key with his other arm but kept Andrew firmly planted to his side as Andrew nervously opened the locker, still getting used to the change in the other demeanor.
Only when Andrew handed Corey his clean shirt from the locker did Corey slip away, taking a step back to change while Andrew did the same.
When they got back to the car, they talked about the plan Corey had
for Andrew at the gym, which Andrew just nodded and listened to, as
the other seemed to genuinely know what he was talking about.
After
they parked outside the Dawson house, Corey turned to look at him. “I
just want you to know...that I’ll make sure you get personal time
with Sally, if that’s important to you.” He said slowly as he
held Andrew’s gaze.
Andrew gave him a little smile. “Thanks…” He tore his gaze away to look toward the house. “I just want to make Sally happy, and I’ll - I’ll try to get over my hang-ups. If this is what it takes to keep Sally…” He frowned and lowered his gaze to his hands. “Then I’ll figure out how to make it work.” He said firmly.
Corey chuckled at this and shook his head a little, mumbling something about Andrew having it bad before he slid out of the car, Andrew following him into the house.
They came inside to see Sally finishing her breakfast, her eyes twinkling when she saw them both. “Looks like you two are on better terms this morning,” She said cheerfully.
“We had a talk,” Andrew said, looking toward Corey with an easy smile that Corey returned with a smirk. He looked back to Corey. “We’re….yeah. We’re on better terms.” He said with a sheepish little smile.
Sally clapped her hands together and stood. “Excellent!” She puffed out her breasts, prominent in her thin, nearly transparent pink teddy, “I got an hour before I need to leave for work...why don’t we all go take a shower, make up for yesterday’s attempt?” She asked coyly as she came over to peck Andrew lightly on the cheek.
“Yeah, sure,” Andrew said gently.
She wrinkled her nose and made a pleased noise before she reached down and gave his soft cock a firm stroke through his athletic shorts, sending a thrill through him. She released him all too soon and sauntered off out of the kitchen and toward the steps.
Andrew let out a long breath and tried to steel himself.
Well.
This was it.
Sex with Sally and Corey. His stomach fluttered nervously at the idea - he’d been trying to build it up in his head, but now that the time had actually come, he was nervous all over again.
Corey stretched as he went over to start making himself a cup of coffee. “Why don’t you go upstairs and take a shower.” He said with his back turned to Andrew. “Have some private time with Sally and I’ll come up after you guys are out. Just tell her I wanted to get caffeine in me first...she’ll understand.” He said in a dry tone.
Andrew frowned and tucked his hands into the pockets of his shorts.
Words stuck heavily at the back of his tongue and he hesitated,
debating whether or not to say them. “Come with me.” He said
quietly.
Corey slowly looked over his shoulder at Andrew, his
gaze guarded. “You don’t want alone time with Sally?”
“That’s alright,” Andrew said as he sucked in a breath, lowering his gaze. “Come. We got to...do it...together eventually.” He finished in a hurry. “And if it’s not good this time...we’ll…” He rubbed at his arm awkwardly. “We’ll work on it.”
Corey slowly turned around to face him, his gaze dragging over him. He nodded then and came closer, placing a hand on Andrew’s back. “I’ll make sure it’s good for you.” He said lowly. Andrew’s gaze flickered over to him. “If it’s not...we’ll work on it until it is,” Corey said with a little smirk, lifting his chin a little.
Andrew nodded and hardened his expression before he turned and went up the stairs, Corey coming up behind him at a slower pace.
Andrew marched into the bathroom and immediately stripped out of his clothes to join Sally in the shower, the older woman smiling at him with a twinkle in her eye as he came into the shower to take her face in his hands to kiss her gently. She smiled against his mouth and tilted her head back to part her lips and moan a little into his mouth, the sounds making him flush.
When he felt a hot, large hand touch the small of his back he broke the kiss to look over his shoulder at Corey, who nudged them further into the shower to make room for him as well, going to stand behind Andrew, watching him from under lowered lashes and a guarded look. Andrew returned to kissing Sally eagerly as Corey switched the showerhead to the mist setting again, filling the air around them with hot mist that clung to everything.
Andrew couldn’t imagine going back to life without Sally, life completely alone. He refused to. He’d make this work, and the more he tried, the more he was certain he’d like it, just as Sally said. She hadn’t been wrong before, so he figured that he should at least give it a try.
As she leaned more insistently against him, pressing her large, firm breasts to his chest, he was moved back a fraction and his back brushed up against her husband’s own heavy pecs. Andrew stiffened at that, trying to move forward away from Corey.
But a pair of large, heavily calloused hands reached out to firmly grab onto his upper arms and held him still, the flushed skin of his back brushing against the other man’s firm pecs with each breath Corey made. Andrew shivered at the firm hold he was in, unsure about how the other man felt about being this close, but as Sally reached down to start working his cock with her magic hands, he found himself less and less focused on how close Corey was and more and more focused on how intensely good Sally was making him feel.
Hand jobs were as rare as blow jobs, and Sally was freaking amazing at both. She knew where to touch, where to scratch, where to pinch and where to tug. Before long, she had him withering in a gasping, panting mess. She had that kind of power over him, bringing him to the edge without any effort at all. The idea alone of her wanting to do this to him, of wanting him, got him most of the way there usually. He was still stunned that someone as beautiful as her would be in any way interested in him.
“I’m going to-” Andrew gasped out, swallowing thick and he arched his back and dropped his head back. When the top of his head hit the chest behind him he jolted and his eyes shot open to meet the other man’s gaze, but he didn’t see anger or frustration in the other man’s face. He saw blown pupils, slightly parted lips, and flushed cheeks. When Andrew went to move his head forward and away, one of the hands released the firm grip on his forearm to reach up and cover Andrew’s eyes, pulling his head back to pressing heavily into the space between the other man’s shoulder and neck, the thick, swollen muscles of Corey’s chest pressing softly into Andrew’s back as the older man panted.
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