Chapter 3 / hotel gym /

Chapter 3

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, illuminating the hotel room with a soft glow. Adrian slept in the king-size bed, his naked body barely covered by a sheet that outlined his sculpted chest and firm buttocks. I watched him from the balcony, a cup of coffee in my hand, smiling as I remembered the previous night. The image of Adrian sucking Paul's cock next to me, his body trembling under their thrusts, and my own surrender in the jacuzzi was still fresh in my mind. It had been a wild night, and seeing Adrian so free, so full of desire, only strengthened our connection. I approached him and kissed his forehead, letting him sleep a little longer.

We had breakfast at the hotel restaurant, Adrian wearing a tight-fitting shirt that accentuated each muscle, his smile lighting up the table. "I'm going to the gym this afternoon," he said, biting into a toast. "I need to move a bit." I nodded, not giving it much importance. It was something habitual; Adrian had always been disciplined with his training, and I liked that he had his space. "Go hard, love," I replied, winking at him. In my mind, there was no room for jealousy or doubts. Adrian was my pride, and if something happened, I knew he would tell me. For now, I just imagined his muscles shining under the gym lights, and that was enough to excite me.

That afternoon, while I read by the pool, Adrian went to the gym with his sports bag. I didn't think about anything beyond him lifting weights or running on the treadmill. But in the gym, something unexpected was about to ignite a new fire in Adrian, one that would lead him to cross a line in secret, loaded with guilt and a forbidden thrill.

In the hotel gym, the air smelled of sweat and metal. Adrian was in his zone, doing bench presses, his chest tensing with each repetition. Next to him, a young man he had never seen before lifted dumbbells with a precision that was almost hypnotic. He introduced himself as Leo, about 25 years old, with a body that seemed chiseled by a sculptor: broad shoulders, defined biceps, marked abdominals, and firm buttocks that were noticeable under his tight shorts. His bronzed skin glistened with sweat, and his face, with a strong jaw and green eyes, had a confident calmness but was not arrogant. "Good rhythm," Leo said, glancing at him while adjusting his weight. "Do you come here often?" Adrian smiled, wiping the sweat. "When I'm here, yes. You?" Leo nodded, his tone friendly but with a hint of curiosity. "First time in this hotel. It's not bad."

Both continued training in parallel, exchanging casual comments about routines and exercises. Leo was moderate, maintaining a respectful distance; he didn't know who Adrian was or how he would react to something more direct. But the gym atmosphere, charged with testosterone, and the closeness of their sweaty bodies started to create a tension that neither expected. At one point, while both were doing chest presses on t...