24: Javi (Grand Étoile Hotel)

The oppressive Houston warmth wrapped around me like a familiar hug as I waved goodbye to Marcus outside Blacksmith Coffee. Sure, catching up with old friends fed my soul, but my heart raced thinking about what I had planned next for this vacation back home.

I caught the 82 heading downtown, settling into the worn fabric seat. The bus lurched forward, carrying me past the gleaming glass towers that had replaced so much of the old Houston I grew up with before heading off to New York years ago. But one decrepit giant still stood, waiting for me.

The Grand Étoile Hotel loomed ahead, its weathered limestone facade telling stories of past glory. I'd read everything I could find about this place – how it revolutionized luxury in Houston back in 1906, how it hosted oil barons and cattle kings. Now its broken windows stared blindly over Main Street like empty eye sockets.

I walked a circuit around the building, my shoes crunching over broken glass and gravel. The original six-story section of the hotel was long gone, but the 17-story addition from 1916 remained. Graffiti covered the lower walls, bright splashes of color against the grimy stone. Chain link fence wrapped the perimeter, but I spotted a gap behind an overgrown oleander bush.

I squeezed through the gap in the fence, keeping low and moving quick. The boarding on a side entrance had warped from the relentless humidity, creating a gap wide enough to slip through. My shoulders scraped against splintered wood as I ducked inside.

The air hit me first – stale and thick with decades of decay. The errant sunbeam here and there cut through darkness, revealing what remained of the hotel's elegance. Hand-carved wood paneling lined the halls, somehow surviving years of neglect. Broken glass crunched beneath me.

I moved through what must have been the check-in desk back in the day. The massive front desk stretched along one wall, its brass fixtures long stripped away. Behind it, rows of brass room keys still hung on their hooks, coated in green patina – I found it wild that they hadn't been stolen and pawned after all these years. A grand staircase curved upward, most of its marble steps cracked but intact.

The lobby opened into a cavernous space – the famous Grand Étoile Ballroom. Shafts of afternoon light pierced through broken windows, illuminating dust motes that swirled in my wake. Fragments of crystal chandeliers still clung to the coffered ceiling. The parquet floor was warped into waves from water damage, but the intricate pattern remained visible beneath years of grime.

My footsteps echoed as I crossed the ballroom. Faded murals of classical scenes wrapped the walls, barely visible beneath layers of graffiti tags. A stage stood at the far end, its velvet curtain in tatters. The space felt frozen in time, caught between its glamorous past and slow descent into ruin.

A crash exploded through the silence, followed by a sharp yelp of pain that echoed off the marble. I sprinted back toward the lobby, my shoes pounding against the parquet.

A shirtless man sprawled across the grand staircase, his leg disappearing through a broken step. His dark hair was pulled back in a small bun, his tanned skin gleaming with sweat in the dim light. His appearance struck me for just a moment before I sprung back into action.

His face contorted in pain as he tried to pull his foot free.

"Hey, don't move," I called out, taking the steps two at a time. "Let me help. Don't want to make it worse."

His brown eyes locked onto mine, relief washing over his features. "Thanks, man. Stair just gave way under me."

I crouched beside him, assessing the situation. His black Timberland boot was wedged tight in the hole left by the marble that had fallen into the room beneath the stairs.

"All good, man," I said, trying to calm him. "I'm Leo. Let's get you out of there."

"Javi," he winced. "Thanks for the help."

I wrapped my arms around his chest, noting his firm pecs against mine.

What? I can’t help it.

 "On three, I'm going to lift you straight up. Ready?"

He nodded, gripping my shoulders.

"One... two... three." I pulled him upward as he yanked his foot free. He stumbled against me, his bare chest pressing against mine.

"Shit," he hissed, putting weight on his ankle. He winced.

"Here." I slipped under his arm, supporting his weight. "Let's get you against the wall."

We hobbled over to the carved wood paneling. His skin was warm against mine, muscles tense from pain. I helped him lean back, keeping my hand on his shoulder to steady him.

"Can you walk?" I kept my hand on his shoulder, studying his pained expression.

Javi pushed off from the wall, taking a tentative step. His ankle buckled and he pitched forward. I caught him before he hit the floor, his chest heaving against mine.

"Fuck!" He slammed his fist against the wall, dust raining down from the impact. "This is bullshit." He yanked a metal water bottle from the side pocket of his cargo pants and hurled it across the lobby.

The bottle ricocheted off the marble floor with a thunderous clang, spinning through the air before smashing into a crumbling column. The impact sent tremors through the deteriorating structure as a deep crack split the column's surface.

"Oh shit–" 

The column gave way with a grinding roar, bringing down a cascade of plaster and debris. The ceiling above collapsed in a thundering avalanche of rubble. When the dust settled, a mountain of broken marble and twisted metal blocked the warped panel I'd used to get in.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," Javi coughed, waving away the dust cloud. "I didn't mean to–"

"It's fine." I squeezed his shoulder. "Do you know another way out of here?"

He shook his head. "No, man. I've been using that same entrance since I got here."

"How long have you been staying here?"

"Three days." He ran a hand through his hair, loosening strands from his bun. "Was gonna head out tomorrow. Just needed a place to rest before finishing my walk to Orange."

"Your walk to Orange?" I asked. "The town?"

"Yeah," he laughed hesitantly. "I'm walking from El Paso to Orange. I'm resting here for a few days."

I was dumbfounded for a moment. "For charity?"

"No," he laughed. "I'm honestly just doing it to say I did it."

We laughed together for a moment before he continued, "Unless we can't get out and have to call the police. If I get arrested for trespassing, that's uh… that's it."

I scanned the lobby. "Well… anyone else in here we should know about?"

"Nah, just me. Haven't seen anyone else the whole time I've been here."

I locked eyes with Javi, a slight smile tugging at my lips. "Well, at least it's just us. No one else's safety to worry about."

His dark eyes studied my face as I continued, "Listen, we're all alone with no way out until we find one. Breaking out will be safer under cover of night. For now, we should just wait for the sun to go down."

"Thanks again for helping me up," Javi said. He steadied himself by catching himself with a hand pressed against my chest, fingers splaying across my pec. The touch lingered longer than necessary, his warm palm resting against my skin through my tank top. I noticed, but kept quiet.

"Your ankle's going to swell if we don't do something," I said, gesturing to where he favored his right foot. "I could give you a massage – a sports massage – might help with the pain and keep it from stiffening up too much."

Javi's eyes lit up. "You'd do that?"

"Yeah, I've gotten a few of these myself. I think I can give one. Here, let's find somewhere you can stretch out."

I guided Javi back to the staircase, the scene of his mishap, and helped him sit. He reached down to unlace his boot, wincing as he flexed his injured ankle. I knelt in front of him, ready to play makeshift physio.

As he peeled off his sock, I caught a glimpse of his foot – tan lines drawn by days of trekking under the Texan sun. I took his foot in my hands, feeling the heat from his skin and the tension in his muscles. I started with gentle pressure on the arch, working my way toward his heel.

Javi let out a soft sigh through a wince, his body relaxing into the staircase behind him. I noticed his cargo pants beginning to tent and the subtle shift in his breathing, but he kept his gaze averted, trying to play it cool. I shot him a knowing smirk but decided to keep the mood light.

"You know, for a guy who's been walking across the state, your feet don't smell half bad," I joked, keeping my touch firm but careful. 

A flush crept up his neck, turning his tanned skin a shade darker. "Guess I… guess I just have good hygiene," he mumbled, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips.

I chuckled, focusing on the tender area around his ankle. "Mmh," I said gently. "Guess that's it."

Javi's breath pinched as I worked a particularly tight knot in his calf. His eyes fluttered shut, and he let out a low moan that seemed to vibrate through the air between us. The sound hung there, permeating the air of the lobby.

I paused for a moment, my hands stilling back down on his foot. The moment stretched on, filled with the heavy sound of our breathing. Javi's eyes opened, locking onto mine with a heated gaze.

"Leo," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "this... what you're doing..."

I waited, letting the silence prompt him to continue.

"It's... making me hard," he finally admitted, his voice settling comfortably into a deeper register.

I felt a smirk appear on my face and did nothing to hide it. "Well, Javi," I said, my voice low and steady, "I guess that's just part of the service."

His body visibly relaxed at my words, the tension draining from his muscles as he surrendered to the situation.

The air in the old Grand Étoile felt charged, a current running between us as I knelt before Javi, his foot cradled in my hands.

"I'm glad you're enjoying this." I gave him a knowing look, continuing to massage his foot and ankle.

He swallowed hard as my hands worked him, his gaze dropping to his foot. "Oh, yeah," he admitted, his voice a little shaky. "I... I've got a thing for feet."

A thrill ran through me at his confession – where was this going, talking about fetishes in a private, abandoned building? I was ready for whatever came next. I tried to relate to the guy the only way I knew how.

"Oh yeah?" I said, asked. "Well, I've kind of done a bit of foot play before."

Javi's eyes snapped back to mine. "What kind of foot play?" he asked, his tone eager.

I released his foot gently, leaning back on my heels as I considered my response. "Trampling, mostly. Guys have stood on my gut before," I said, watching his reaction closely.

I could see the wheels turning in his head as he processed what I'd said. "That must take some strong abs.”

I chuckled softly. "They're pretty tough," I admitted. "But I take all the abuse with my abs relaxed. That's… my fetish."

Javi's eyes widened slightly, and I could tell he was imagining it – the sight of me, lying back as someone used my belly as their personal stepping stone. The thought of it made my own blood rush to my groin.

"That's... that's incredibly hot," Javi murmured, his gaze raking over me with newfound appreciation.

I stood up slowly, the movement deliberate as I reached down to grab the hem of my tank top. With a swift motion, I pulled it up over my head, revealing my torso. I watched Javi's eyes as they locked onto my exposed abs and pecs, his lips parting ever so slightly as he took in the sight.

There was a beat of silence as Javi drank me in. "Your body..." he started, his voice trailing off as he reached out to touch my exposed skin. His fingers traced the contours of my muscles, gentle yet firm. "You're... you have an incredible physique."

I could feel the heat of his touch, the warmth spreading through me as he traced my stomach. "Thanks," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm glad you like what you see."

His hand lingered on my stomach, the tips of his fingers exploring the planes of my belly. "Can I...?" he asked, his gaze flickering up to meet mine, a silent question hanging between us.

I nodded, giving him permission to explore further. His hand flattened against my gut. I took a deep breath, feeling my abdominal muscles relax under his touch, even as my body reacted to his proximity.

Javi's hand moved lower, his fingertips grazing the belt that bound my pants. The contact sent a tingle down my back, and I could feel my own arousal growing. The thought of Javi's lithe body playing with my gut was intoxicating.

My gaze was locked onto Javi as he admired my torso. "You have no idea how strong my gut is," I said with a smirk, feeling emboldened by the open admiration in his stare. "But that doesn't mean it's not sensitive."

"Sensitive? Your cock?" he teased, a light blush creeping over his cheekbones, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"No," I said, my voice taking on a huskier tone as I placed his hand back on my abs. "My gut," I smiled, "very sensitive. Go on, punch me. Here." I gently pointed my finger at my navel, fully in his range.

Javi swallowed as he processed my words. His gaze dropped back down to my stomach. "Does it hurt you?"

I smiled softly. "Of course it does," I said. "But that's the whole point. The pain’s exhilarating."

"I can't even imagine what that must feel like," he murmured, his fingertips lightly tracing the ridges of my relaxed abs.

"You've never done anything like this before?" I asked, curious about this unexpected stranger and his hidden urges that he seemed more than happy to share with me.

He shook his head, his hand retreating from my abs as he looked up at me. "No. I've never had the opportunity... or found someone who was into something so… intense."

"I guess I'd be your first then."

Javi's Adam's apple bobbed as he nodded.

"And not for nothing, Javi," I said, my voice dropping another octave. "But I'm a switch."

He let a smirk begin to materialize as he considered the possibilities.

"I enjoy dominating just as much as submitting," I explained.

His eyes narrowed at my admission.

Javi licked his lips nervously, his gaze shifting between my eyes and the flat expanse of my exposed stomach. "I... I want to try," he said, the words rushing out of him in a burst of need. "I want to punch you, man."

I was turned on by his innocent enthusiasm.

With a wave of my hand, I indicated the space around us. "We've got a minute before nightfall, and from the looks of it–" I allowed my gaze to linger on the distinct bulge in his brown cargo pants, "–you're more than ready to go."

He blushed again but nodded, his hands curling into fists as if to demonstrate his resolve. I chuckled, then gestured for him to try to stand up.

Javi pushed himself up off the staircase with a groan, putting only minimal weight on his injured ankle. I helped him to lean against one of the ornate marble walls for support, pushing on it to verify its structural integrity. "This should do," I said, standing before him. "Are you right-handed or left-handed?"

"Right," he replied quickly, his breath coming faster as the reality of the situation settled in.

I nodded, shifting my weight onto my left leg to give him the perfect angle. "Aim for the lower half of my gut," I instructed, my hands behind my lower back, giving my belly just the slightest arch as I looked at him. "Don't worry about reaching my limit, I have a high tolerance. Don't hold back."

Javi's face sported the devious smile of a child who's just been given permission to go wild with a Louisville Slugger in a china shop. His fist trembled slightly as he raised it.

I watched as Javi positioned himself in front of me, his left hand braced against the cool marble wall, steadying himself. His right hand was clenched into a fist, hovering tentatively in front of my exposed gut.

"That's it," I growled. "Just like that."

His ankle, swollen and angry, was forgotten as he took in the sight of my shirtless body. I could see his chest rising and falling rapidly, afraid to begin.

"Start soft," I instructed, my gaze locked on his. "Press each punch in deep. Feel the give of my abs. We'll work our way up to harder impacts."

He nodded as he let out a soft yeah, barely above a whisper. I could feel the heat radiating off his body as he drew closer, his fist mere inches from my skin.

The first punch came, tentative and careful. His knuckles hit my belly, the impact soft but the pressure deep. I breathed out, a low hum escaping my lips as I felt the connection between us.

"Good," I said, my voice deep and steady. "Again. You can go a little harder."

Javi obeyed, his fist connecting with more force. The punch reverberated through my gut. My pliant abs absorbed the impact, the softness of my unflexed stomach yielding to his knuckles.

Each subsequent punch came with greater confidence, his fist driving deeper into my gut. I could feel my insides shifting with each blow, the deep pressure against my intestines melding with the growing pressure in my groin.

"Oh fuck yeah," I praised, my hands still clasped behind my back. "Fuuuck yeah."

His next punch was stronger, the force of it making me grunt. I could feel my guts churning under the sensation of his fist embedding itself into my soft, jelly abdomen.

Javi's breathing was ragged now, his body practically vibrating. I could see the sweat beading on his forehead, the flush creeping up his neck. His injured ankle seemed to be the last thing on his mind as he focused all his attention on my belly.

"Harder," I urged, my voice barely above a whisper. "Show me how strong you are, Javi."

He responded by forcing his fist deeper into my guts. My body folded around the impact, my soft innards compressing under the force of his blow. I could feel my intestines twisting, a heavy churn in my bowels as if something had been dislodged.

"Fuck, Leo," Javi panted, his hand pausing mid-air. "I fucking love this."

His next punch came harder and deeper than before, sending a shockwave through my body and forcing the breath out of me.

"Your intestines," Javi moaned. "I love how they move under my fists."

I couldn't help the baritone groan that escaped my throat at his words. "Do it again," I begged, my voice barely recognizable. "Punch my guts, Javi. I want to feel it."

The next punch came with enough force to wind me with a single, clear UGH.

My intestines compressed inside me, my soft, unflexed belly offering no resistance to Javi's newfound power.

Javi's breathing was heavy now, his impressive chest heaving with each ragged draw. Each blow was harder than the last, his knuckles finding new ways to compress my visibly soft six pack into my intestines. I could feel the sweat trickling down my back, the heat between us only growing, right alongside the heat of the afternoon.

"More, bro," I panted, my hands clutching at the wall behind me for support. "Give me everything."

Javi's response was to drive his fist even deeper into my gut, his straining muscles searching for the depth at which his fist couldn't go any further into me.

He'd yet to find it and I more than welcomed him trying.

I felt the impact all the way through my core, my loose guts squirming under the onslaught. It felt as though my soft bowels were his to manipulate, to dominate, and the thought only fueled my arousal. My body was used to being used and beaten – my cock grew harder as a new man took my guts for a ride.

With every punch, I felt myself wanting more and more to cum, but I wanted to hold on for longer.

I've always found something incredibly erotic about the way a guy's body succumbs to the force of another man's fist. It's a test of endurance, strength, and the ability to surrender to the pain. But it wasn't just the pain that drove me wild; it was the way my body responded to it, the way my cock hardened with each brutal punch to the gut.

Javi's knuckles dug deep into my stomach, his fist grinding into the pit of my gut. I could feel the pressure against my intestines, the sensation of my bowels being crushed and ground together under the force of his fist. My gut offered no resistance as he dominated it.

I looked down at the sight of his fist, disappeared into my soft, yielding belly. My six pack completely pliant and spongy under his power. The sight of his fist plunged into my guts fueled the fire in my groin.

Javi's fist pulled back slowly, his knuckles gliding across my sweat-slicked skin. I could see the outline of his hard cock straining against his brown cargo pants, a clear indication of just how much he was enjoying this.

Javi paused, his hand hovering in the air between us. His eyes met mine, a silent question passing between us. I nodded, giving him permission to continue, to take what he wanted from my body.

With a growl, Javi drove his fist back into my gut, his knuckles digging deep into the pit of my stomach. His knuckles drove into the dead center of my stomach, my cock twitching with the force of the impact. My intestines radiated a scorching pain from deep in the pit of them, my body folding over his fist again as he ground his knuckles into my insides.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, Javi pulled his fist back from my gut, his knuckles glistening with my sweat. I could see the triumph in his eyes.

My body sagged against the wall. 

"This…" he said, his voice raw with desire. "This is incredible."

I gave him a breathless grin, my hands still braced against the wall behind me.

My stomach was tender and warm from Javi's fists. I reached for the waistband of my pants. I unclasped my belt and popped the button open, slowly sliding the zipper down, the sound echoing in the empty lobby.

As I pushed my pants and boxer-briefs down in one swift motion, my hard cock sprang free, slapping against my red belly. I kicked my socks, shoes, and pants aside, leaving me completely nude in the grandeur of the abandoned hotel.

Javi followed my lead, wasting no time and revealing his lean, tanned body and his stiff cock jutting out from a neatly trimmed patch of hair.

"Fuck, Leo," Javi said, his voice filled with awe as he took a step closer to me, his gaze roaming over my muscular frame. "You smell incredible."

I grinned and lifted my left arm, bicep flexed hard for him. "Then come and get closer," I teased, grabbing the back of his head with my right hand and pulling him into my left armpit. His nose brushed against the hair there, and he moaned, the sound vibrating against my skin.

Javi breathed me in, his hands coming up to explore my chest and abs while his face remained buried in my pit. The musk of my armpit seemed to drive him wild, sending a surge of lust through my beaten body.

Suddenly, Javi's hand balled into a fist. Before I could react, he drove it hard into the lower depths of my gut. The punch was unexpected, catching me off guard, and I doubled over with a grunt, the impact reverberating through my body as my intestines were crammed upward.

"Oh fuck," I gasped. "Sneaky fuck, that was amazing."

I straightened up, still grinning, my gut throbbing from the punch. My cock was harder than ever, precum already leaking from the tip in a single, long strand that swung over and stuck to my leg as I adjusted my position.

My body was still reeling from Javi's surprise punch when he pulled back and delivered another blow. This one was even more precise, his knuckles plowing deep into the dead center of my belly. The impact sent another shockwave ripping through my body, my muscle fully yielding to his fist. I let out a moan, my eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

I struggled to catch my breath as precum dripped down onto the marble floor beneath me.

Javi's fist finally retreated from my stomach.

He pulled his face from my armpit and dipped down, licking my stomach right up the center from my lower belly to my solar plexus.

"Your stomach… it's like punching a sack of meat, man."

There was a fire in Javi's eyes as he asked, "Can you show me how to take punches?"

I didn't hesitate, nodding immediately. "Happy to." I maneuvered him against the cool marble wall, his back pressed flat against it. I stepped in close, my body now a solid presence pinning him in place. Our chests were nearly touching, our cocks playing off one another, and I could feel the heat radiating off of him.

I leaned in, my face mere inches from his. "Keep your abs relaxed," I commanded. "Let your stomach be soft for me."

He nodded, his breath growing shallow as I brought my hand up, my fingers lightly brushing against his cheek before I planted a cheeky kiss on his forehead. He moaned softly, his body melting into mine.

My hand trailed down his torso, fingers running across the smooth expanse of his belly. It was soft under my touch, yielding, and I couldn't help but imagine how it was going to feel to drive my fist into that pliant sack of meat, to watch it absorb the impact, to hear the sounds he'd make as I pushed him to his limits.

But not yet.

I curled my fingers into a fist, gently pressing it into his lower belly. He moaned again, the sound deeper this time, tinged with need. I begin to punch, my fist barely more than a shadow against his skin, tapping and kneading the area just above his cock.

His loose stomach quivered under my touch, his body instinctively relaxing into the sensation, trusting me to guide him through the experience.

"Feel that?" I murmured, my lips brushing against his ear. "Breathe, Javi. Let the air fill your lungs, and let your body go limp. Trust me."

He nodded again, his eyes half-closed, lost in the sensation of my fist gently working into his belly, the soft thud of flesh against flesh echoing in the vast, empty lobby of the Grand Étoile.

With each punch, I began to increase the pressure little by little, my knuckles driving deeper into the warmth of his gut. His moans grew louder, more insistent.

I pulled back slightly, my fist hovering just above his belly as his deep moans subsided. "Good boy…" I whisper, my voice filled with genuine admiration. "How much further can I go?"

"So much further," he said, eyes pleading.

I drove the next punch into Javi's gut a little harder this time. My knuckles connected with his stomach, the impact sending a ripple through his body, a soft oof escaping his lips as he doubled over slightly.

His gut flattened under my knuckles, yielding to my fist like dough. I could feel the muscles in his abdomen relax even further, his body succumbing to the sensation of my fist grinding into his insides.

Javi's eyes looked to mine. "Leo," he said. "Your fists feel insane inside me."

He paused, taking a moment to gather his thoughts, his hand lightly tracing the outline of his own distending belly where my fists had been moments before. "Just… feeling you smashing my guts with those fists."

I watched him, rubbing his gut, eager to hear more about his experience.

"The pressure," he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper as he recalled the sensations. "It's unlike anything I've ever felt. It's not just the impact, but the way you grind your knuckles into me, like you're... you're rearranging my intestines. When you really drive your fist in, it's like my guts are being flattened against my spine."

He continued to rub his belly. "The feeling of you rearranging my guts… it's fucking indescribable."

His gaze dropped to my still-hard cock. "I want more," he said. "I want to feel you burst my guts, man."

I felt a surge course through me, and I obliged him. My punches grew harder, each one driving deeper into his velvety belly. The sight of his gut jiggling with each impact was incredibly erotic, stiffening my cock further.

I pressed my fist into the center of his gut, watching as his lower belly bulged out, the displacement of his soft innards a beautiful sight. My cock twitched as I drank it in.

I drove my fist deep into the depths of Javi's loose lower intestines. The impact was brutal, the sound of my fist against his soft flesh reverberating through the room. Javi's body jerked forward, a shout of pleasure tearing from his throat as his gut absorbed the force of my punch.

"Oh, fuck!" Javi gasped, his body shuddering against mine. "Oh, fuck, that's incredible."

His hard cock leaked against my thigh. His lips parted as he panted for breath. I could see the pleasure etched into every line of his face, the way his body swayed towards mine with each breath.

We stood face to face, our bodies trembling. Our lips barely touching. My fist was still pressed against Javi's soft gut, slowly pushing it in and out of his soft innards.

I could see the trust in Javi's eyes as he looked up at me, his body completely under my control.

"Fuck, man," I breathed, my voice barely more than a whisper. "You're doing so fucking good."

His response was a moan.

I indulged in the softness of Javi's gut under my fist. I delivered another punch, this one deep, feeling the give of his belly as my knuckles found their target in the depths of his bowels. His moan was soft, like a hard sigh.

We were both hard, our cocks straining; the air was thick with our musk.

In one swift motion, I scooped Javi into my arms. His surprise quickly turned to lust as he took in the sensation of my bulging biceps under his weight.

I carried him toward the grand staircase, each step echoing in the silence of the abandoned hotel. I laid him back on the stairs, his body splayed out before me like an offering. I joined him, laying back on the stairs next to him, our bodies aligned, our cocks just inches apart.

We were both panting, our breaths ragged as we gaze into each other's eyes for just a moment.

Without a word, we both started to stroke ourselves, our hands moving in unison as we gazed into each other's eyes.

My abs were completely relaxed, my body totally surrendered to the pleasure of the moment – and I could tell he was the same. Javi's hand came to rest on my belly, his fingers lightly tracing the contours of my soft, unflexed muscles. I mirrored his actions, letting my hand explore the gentle swell of his lower abdomen, his skin warm and smooth under my touch.

"Fuck, your gut's so hot," I murmured with admiration. "I can't get enough of how soft it is."

Javi moaned in response, his eyes closed as he arched over the stairs to my touch. "Mmm... your hands feel amazing. Don't stop."

I smiled, applying a bit more pressure with my fingertips as I kneaded his gut. "You like that, huh?"

"Yeah," he breathed. "I love it."

Javi maneuvered up and straddled my thighs, his movements fluid.

He leaned forward, his lips finding mine in a lengthy kiss. I moaned into the kiss, my body arching up to meet his.

His hand, still slick with sweat, slid down my torso until his fingers were brushing against my soft belly. I felt a thrill run through me as he positioned himself above me, his knuckles lined up with the dead center of my gut.

With a sudden, forceful impact, Javi drove his knuckles deep into my stomach. I gasped, breaking the kiss as a sharp, intense pain shot through me.

"Fuck," I grunted. "Right there."

He leaned into it, his knuckles sinking deeper and deeper into my gut.

"Don't stop," I begged. "Don't fucking stop."

Javi's knuckles were buried to the hilt in my guts now, the pressure almost unbearable. I continued to stroke myself.

Javi's knuckles finally retreated from my gut, and I could breathe again. I watched him through half-lidded eyes, my hand still wrapped around my cock, stroking lazily as I recovered.

He sat back on his heels, his pecs heaving, a look of satisfaction on his face.

I shifted my position, leaning back against the ornately carved wooden banister of the staircase. I slid my left hand behind my head, flexing my bicep as I continued to stroke with my right. I watched for Javi's reaction, catching him taking in the sight of my muscular form relaxed and open before him.

"Come on," I said, my voice rumbled. "Show me how much you want it."

His hands came up to gently caress my stomach, his fingers tracing the ridges of my abs before sliding lower to the soft flesh of my lower belly.

He lined up his fist with my gut. His knuckles sank into my bowels with a measured intensity that sent a jolt straight to my cock.

I groaned, "Just like that."

He drove deeper and deeper into my gut. I could feel the cum building up, each punch pushing me closer and closer to climax.

"You're so fucking good," I panted, my voice ragged with need. "You're so fucking good, don't stop... I'm so close."

Javi's response was to increase the pressure, his knuckles grinding into my gut with relentless determination. I could feel my intestines and bladder shifting, my lower belly distending under the force of his punches.

With one final, brutal punch, I was there.

Jets of hot cum spurted across my stomach. I threw my head back to the banister behind me, a shout escaping my throat as wave after wave of euphoria.

Javi's fist remained pressed into me as I rode out the aftershocks, gently gasping for breath.

I looked up at Javi, my eyes heavy with satisfaction. "Fuck, man."

I placed my left hand behind Javi's back, holding him in place.

"Stay right here," I commanded.

With my left hand holding him firmly in place, I brought my right fist up to his belly. It was as warm and soft under my knuckles as it had been before as I traced the outline of his navel with my knuckles.

Javi moaned softly. "Fuck," he breathed. "I want your fists inside me again."

I drove my fist deep into his belly. Javi's moan was loud. "Yes, fuck," he grunted, his body jerking forward with the force of my punch. "Right there. Hit me again."

I obliged him. I could feel his abs quivering under my knuckles, his body completely relaxed as he surrendered his insides.

"Fuck, yes," Javi gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head. "It feels so fucking good."

I focused my attention on his vulnerable navel.

He moaned louder, his body writhing against mine as he pushed himself forward onto my fist. "I'm... I'm gonna cum," he gasped, his voice strained and desperate. "Don't stop, Leo. Please, don't stop."

I hammered a few final punchs into his belly as his cock leaked precum onto my stomach.

Finally, Javi came. His body convulsed, his cock spurting hot jets of cum all over my belly, mixing with my own as he rode out his orgasm with a series of loud, groans.

I held him close, my fist still buried in his gut as he shuddered and gasped. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest through the center of his gut.

Slowly, I withdrew my fist, watching as his gut slowly inflated. Javi lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine. "Holy shit," he said, his voice husky and soft. "That was... it was insane."

I smiled, reaching up to brush a strand of sweat-soaked hair from his forehead. "You were incredible."

As we lay there, our breaths mingling in the musty air of the Grand Étoile, I couldn't help but drink in the sight of Javi. His body, flushed and slick with sweat, was a portrait of hot, young virility. The softness of his gut, now distended and marked from my fists, was stunning.

I watched him, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, and felt a sense of admiration. This man, who just hours ago was a stranger, had matched my intensity with his own, had taken everything I'd given him and begged for more.

We were still for a moment, basking in the afterglow, when the sound of a footstep echoed from the adjacent ballroom. The spell was broken, and we sprang into action.

Laughter bubbled up from somewhere within us as we scrambled to pull our clothes back on.

I pulled my tank top over my head, the fabric sticking to my still-damp skin, and watched as Javi hopped on one foot, trying to get his pants back on. His black Timberlands lay discarded by the grand staircase, and he hurried over to them, nearly tripping in his haste.

"Maybe it was just a ghost" I joked, my voice echoing around us as I tugged on my own boots.

"If that's so, I hope it enjoyed the show," Javi laughed back, grinning as he laced up his boots, careful with his injured ankle.

With our clothes more or less in order, we stood for a moment, surveying the lobby.

I took one last look at Javi, his cheeks still flushed, his hair falling out of its bun in wild curls.

"Bro," he said, his voice suddenly serious. "This was..."

I held up a hand, stopping him mid-sentence. "I know," I said, my voice soft but firm. "Me too."