Breaking In The Straight - Part 6

---------Alex’s POV----------

The sound of blades clashing and sneakers squeaking against the floor echoed through the gym. I lunged forward, landing a clean hit against my opponent’s chest. “Point!” my coach called out, and I stepped back, lowering my foil with a satisfied grin. My opponent muttered something under his breath, shaking his head as he walked off to the sidelines.

Fencing practice was intense today, but I needed it. There was a big match next week, and the stress was starting to get to me. As I removed my helmet, wiping sweat from my forehead, I glanced at my phone. A quick text to Chad might help me unwind.

“Your turn. Get over here.”

I didn’t wait long before the screen lit up with his response: “kk.”

Typical Chad. Short, simple, and cocky as ever.

By the time he arrived, I was tidying up the practice room, putting away foils and helmets while still wearing my tight fencing whites. The door creaked open, and Chad strolled in, his usual swagger on full display. He stopped mid-step, his brows furrowing as he took in the scene.

“Wait, what the fuck? You fence?” he asked, his tone dripping with disbelief. “Is that even, like, a real thing?”

I rolled my eyes, setting down the helmet I was holding. “Yes, Chad, it’s a real thing. People have been fencing for centuries.”

“Yeah, like in movies and shit. Pirates and stuff. But you?” He gestured vaguely at me, his face a mix of amusement and confusion.

“Yes, me,” I said, smirking. “What, you didn’t think I had hobbies outside of making you beg for it?”

“Very funny,” he muttered, crossing his arms. “So… what? You just… stab people with sticks for fun?”

“It’s called a foil,” I corrected, grabbing one and tossing it lightly in his direction. He caught it awkwardly, inspecting it like it was an alien artifact.

“You know what? Let’s make this interesting,” I said, a mischievous glint in my eye. “Best of three. I’ll even go easy on you.”

Chad raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Sure, how hard can it be? I’ve played GTA V with a machete and stuff. Same thing, right?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “We’ll see about that.”

I handed him a helmet and jacket, watching as he struggled to put them on. The sight of his muscular frame in fencing gear was almost too much—it clung to him in all the right places. But I didn’t let it distract me. This was going to be fun.

We faced off, and as soon as the match began, I lunged forward, landing a hit on his chest before he even had a chance to move.

“Point,” I said, lowering my foil. “That was fast.”

“Unfair! I wasn’t ready!” Chad protested, his face flushed with embarrassment.

“Sure you weren’t,” I teased, smirking. “But hey, you still have a chance. Let’s raise the stakes. Winner fucks the loser.”

His confidence returned instantly, and he grinned. “Easy. You’re on. How nice, I get to fuck you twice in a row.”

The second round began, and I moved like a predator, my steps light and precise. Chad lunged clumsily, overextending himself, and I effortlessly sidestepped, scoring a clean hit on his shoulder. “Point,” I said calmly, lowering my foil as he stumbled back, his face reddening in frustration.

“Unfair! I wasn’t ready!” he barked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

“Sure you weren’t,” I teased, circling him with a dancer’s grace, my movements fluid and measured.

As I pulled off my helmet after the second point, I gave Chad a sly grin. "You know, I’ve already won, but how about one more? Sudden death. Let’s see if you can redeem yourself. Come on, Chad. Use those big muscles of yours. I’m sure they’ll help.”

Chad’s face brightened with a cocky smirk, his pride clearly aching for a shot at redemption. "Fine," he said, adjusting his grip on the foil.

The third round started, and I could see him trying to adjust, his brows furrowed in concentration. He charged again, his sheer strength behind the attack, but I parried smoothly, my foil gliding along his blade before flicking forward to tap his chest. "Point," I said confidently, lowering my foil as Chad stumbled back once again, his face reddening even further.

“Are you a ninja or some shit?” he muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief as he wiped sweat from his brow.

“No ninja. Just quicker than you,” I teased, circling him with a dancer’s grace, my movements fluid and measured.

His frustration grew as I continued to dodge his wild strikes, weaving in and out of his reach with an agility he couldn’t match. My footwork was precise, and each time he lunged, I countered effortlessly, leaving him flailing. Finally, with a quick flick, I tapped his chest again. "Point," I said confidently.

Chad was panting heavily, leaning on his foil for support. His eyes were wide, clearly flabbergasted. "How the fuck are you that fast?" he muttered, his breath ragged.

“Winner takes all,” I said, pulling off my helmet and letting my ponytail fall loose. I started undressing, peeling off my jacket and shirt until I was standing there in nothing but my tight white pants. My cocky smirk widened as I dropped the pants as well, standing naked in front of him.

“Come on,” I said, nodding toward him. “Suck it.”

Chad glanced nervously around the empty room, double-checking that we were alone. Once satisfied, he sighed, dropping to his knees. “You’re such an asshole,” he muttered, but there was no mistaking the heat in his eyes as he leaned in.

I smirked down at him, tangling my fingers in his hair. “And you love it.”

The air in the gym was heavy with the faint smell of sweat and rubber as Chad movements were less hesitant than the first time, almost confident, as he reached out and wrapped his hand around my cock. He glanced up, his face flushed, though whether from the match or what was about to happen, I couldn’t tell.

He took me in his mouth, slowly at first, but with more control than I expected. His lips were tight around me, his tongue working expertly along the underside. I groaned, my fingers tightening in his hair as he picked up the pace, sucking me with a hunger that surely seemed to surprise even him.

“Fuck, Chad,” I moaned, my hips bucking slightly. He didn’t pull back this time, instead meeting my thrusts with a rhythm that sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t help but grin. He was learning fast.

“Getting better at this already, huh?” I teased, running a hand through his hair as he leaned in.

“Shut up,” he muttered, but there was no hiding the way his tongue flicked out to lick the tip, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

After a few minutes, I pulled him off, watching as he caught his breath, his lips shiny and swollen. "Not bad," I said, helping him to his feet. "But now it’s my turn."

I walked to my gym bag, pulling out the small bottle of lube I always kept on hand. Chad stood there, hesitating for a moment before he started stripping off his fencing gear. I watched as his jacket hit the floor, followed by his shirt, revealing his broad, muscular chest glistening faintly with sweat.

“Enjoying the show?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he shimmied out of his pants, leaving him in nothing but his boxer briefs. His cock was already rock-hard, straining against the fabric.

“Always enjoying your shows, it could seem like you enjoy it too” I said, smirking as I slicked my cock with lube and pointed at his hard bulge. 

“Yeah, it’s just the adrenaline or something,” he muttered, his tone defensive. But the way his breath hitched as I guided him onto the thick gym mat—those padded wrestling mats—told a different story.

“Hands and knees,” I instructed, and he obeyed, his body tense but responsive. I knelt behind him, my hands gripping his hips as I lined myself up. His breathing was uneven, and as I pushed in slowly, he let out a low moan that he couldn’t hide.

“Does it feel good?” I teased, leaning forward to kiss the back of his neck as I thrust deeper. His body tightened around me, and his moans grew louder with each movement, his earlier protests forgotten.

“Shut up,” he groaned, his voice shaky but filled with need and laced with lust.

I didn’t let up, picking up the pace as my hips slapped against his ass, the sound echoing in the empty gym. His hands gripped the mat, his body arching back to meet my thrusts. Every groan, every desperate sound he made only spurred me on.

“Only adrenaline, huh?” I said, my voice low and teasing as I reached around to stroke his cock. He gasped, his head dropping forward as his body shuddered beneath me.

“Fuck, Alex,” he moaned, his voice breaking as he came, blasting audibly onto the mat beneath us. The way he tightened around my own dick sent me over the edge, and with one final thrust, I came as well, filling his clenching hole as his body trembled.

We stayed like that for a moment, both of us catching our breath. Finally, I pulled out, slapping his ass lightly as I stood. “Not bad for adrenaline,” I said with a grin, reaching for a towel.

Chad didn’t reply, still sprawled on the mat, his chest heaving. But the faint smile on his face told me everything I needed to know.

The air in the gym was still heavy with the aftermath of our activities, the faint smell of sweat and sex mixing with the rubbery scent of the mats. I stood, stretching slightly as I grabbed a towel and tossed it at Chad, who was still sprawled out on the mat.

“Come on,” I said with a smirk. “Can’t have the coach spotting your cum all over the mat.”

Chad groaned, sitting up and wiping himself off. “Yeah, yeah, I got it,” he muttered, his tone gruff but not without a hint of humor.

As we cleaned up, I leaned casually against the wall, watching him. “So, I heard you got lucky last weekend,” I said, my voice light but teasing. “Hope you used a condom?”

Chad looked up, rolling his eyes but nodding. “Yeah, of course I did. What do you take me for?”

“Good,” I replied, my tone sharpening slightly. “That’s the deal if we’re playing raw.”

He waved me off, muttering, “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

Satisfied, I grabbed my gym bag, slinging it over my shoulder. As we headed out, I glanced over at him. “Hey, you want to see my fencing match next week?” I asked, my voice overly casual.

Chad hesitated, his brow furrowing slightly before he shrugged. “Nah, sorry. Got a hot date with that redhead I banged last weekend.”

I raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Jessica?”

He paused for a second, clearly caught off guard. “That was her name!” he muttered, barely audible, before quickly picking up his pace. “Anyway, bye!”

I watched him go, shaking my head with a chuckle. Typical Chad.