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I went to the kitchen, humming and carefree, enjoying the afterglow of this morning. Maybe I should be worried about Nate, but I realized that I don’t mind him seeing any of that, and if Jerry was right, and he indeed sported a boner, all the more fun.Nate didn’t leave his room until the evening when the courier rang the bell with the package he had left at the doorstep. I went to look and realized Nate was down, also. There were two boxes.“One should be for me. I ordered it a couple of days ago,” I said leisurely, walking down towards him.“Yeah, this one,” Nate said, glancing at me“Your boyfriend left?”“You’d hear if he stayed; trust me, you could take a look again. Jerry loves attention,” I said with a grin.“Not my style, but thanks.”I just raised an eyebrow but let it go as there was something more interesting.“You ordered a punching bag?”“Yeah, since you took my room, and most places can’t be open in this damn pandemic, I thought it would be a good thing.”“You box?”“Not really; I just felt lately that I wanted to punch something.”“I get that,” I chuckled“What is that?” He pointed at my box.“Still rings.”He looked at it with interest.“Where were you planning to hang that bag?”“Probably up in the hallway.”He seemed like he wished to act as if nothing had happened today, and I didn’t mind.“We should have enough space for both there, next to the bars, even though I never tried rings. Can I?””Sure, I can show you some moves if you want.”I meant it innocently, but he stopped and looked at me suspiciously for some reason. “With them,” I pointed mecidiyeköy escort at the wooden rings in my hand and winked at him flirtatiously.We both went upstairs, and the rest of the evening was spent deciding where to hang all of it and installing both his punching bag and my rings. I must say working with him on this was fun. We chatted a bit while working, and we were a pretty good team.He asked about Jerry, and I explained to him how Jerry prefers his daddies and no commitments. Nate silently listened without judgment on his face. He just said, “To each his own,” and shrugged his shoulders.I asked about Ash, and he told me that she had important business abroad and he took her to the airport. But because of the pandemic, she will have to stay two weeks in quarantine over there after her arrival, then a week or two working there, and upon returning, the same deal over here. So, she will be gone for three to six weeks. This day is just the best! I beamed with happiness.When it was all done, we tried it and everything seemed sturdy. We both goofed around with the new equipment and took turns. Nate got hang of the rings fairly quickly, but I had to cringe when he put his gloves on and punched the bag.“You are hurting your wrists like this.””Do I? I suppose it was a long time since I punched something. You box?”“I used to, a little when I was younger and wasn’t so built. I felt I needed some form of protection being gay. It got me addicted to gym life, but I stopped boxing after a while; I am not a big fan şişli escort of violence.”“Didn’t seem that way with your boyfriend.”“Again. He’s not my boyfriend, and he loves it rough, and I like to oblige,” I smiled teasingly“You seemed to enjoy it.”“Did you take a good look?” I said, leaning back to the wall behind me and putting my hands in my pockets. It gave him space when I knew I was pushing far into his comfort zone.“Why? Are you disappointed?” I changed the tone looking him in the eyes.“About what?”“That I am not just some rough brute.”“Seems you can play the part quite skillfully.” He turned back to punching the bag.I smirked. “When both sides are willing, I love to be rough, but still, I prefer changing the pace and demeanor, so my lover can’t guess my next move. I love the way they twitch with anticipation. When they get startled and confused sometimes. It makes the thrill of owning some pussy more real,” I was gradually speaking deeper as I talked, with the last sentence becoming a kind of growl.All the time, I was watching his reaction as he slowed down his movements and then stopped and took a sharp breath at the word “pussy”. He got composed fairly quickly, but I was sure I saw the rush in him. I have a good sense of depicting what makes my boys tick, and for the first time since meeting Nate, I could see cracks in his stone-calm demeanor.“So, you could fuck me like a brute if I wanted,” he said it quietly, like he didn’t even realize his words were creating a sound. The moment he said it, he looked like someone threw an ice bucket over him, realizing what he just had said. I stayed put, and didn’t move, but I looked at him intently.“Do you want me to fuck you like a brute?” I asked in a deep low voice, giving him space to react. If I make my move too soon, he will run or fight this, and I know from experience that the biggest fight right now is happening within himself. And as much as I’d enjoy it, I don’t want him second-guessing his decision and destroying the little good between us right now. From what I gathered, he didn’t seem like the cheating type. If he wants me, I want him to keep coming back for more, not blaming me.He looked flustered. “Sorry, that came out weird. I… I misspoke. I meant you could fuck them like a brute if they’d want that.”“Yeah, I definitely could,” I said slowly, luring his eyes to look at me again, but he pretended to be focused entirely on the bag and his punches.“Well, good for them,” he said rather quickly, composing himself, but damn I knew now all too well, and it was driving me wild. I decided to move slowly. I forced an innocent smile and changed the topic so I won’t scare him off.“How about I show you some moves so I won’t have to worry that you’ll ruin my vacation by having me drive you to the hospital with a hand injury? If you want, can we work out together?”“You have a vacation?” he looked at me without thinking, surprised.“Yeah, from my sister,” I grinned; he frowned but let me come closer and explain a few key things about boxing. He looked suspicious, but after a while, he seemed to relax. He was probably expecting more touching from the way he looked at me worried, and then I sure saw slight disappointment as I concluded my “lesson” and told him now to try it himself.