Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
I held my breath as his eyes widened, and I was afraid I’d ruined this little fantasy jerk-off session. “Fuck no.”
“Apparently, it feels good,” I replied with a shrug. Hell yeah, I’d done a little research of my own. There were plenty of articles that explained how two men could pleasure each other. It’d been a bit overwhelming, but I was curious to learn more. “If someone puts their fingers inside you—inside your hole—and they put pressure on your prostate, well…I guess some guys can come like that.”
“Holy fuck,” he said in a near whimper, which meant he was definitely turned on. That was enough to make me see stars.
“Goddamn, this feels good.” I was breathless as I continued stroking my cock and palming my nuts. “I’m so close.”
“Me too.”
His voice was strained as he kept brushing his thumb over his slit to use his come as lube. I was dying to see him completely let go, so it took everything in me not to come first, but I honestly didn’t know how much longer I could hang on.
“I’m gonna unload!” He arched his back, his jizz erupting from his slit like a volcano, painting his stomach and chest.
“Ah, fuck, that’s hot,” I said through a clenched jaw as the room turned hazy. My fist worked double time as I chased my own release, come spurting all over my abdomen as I groaned and shuddered.
When I finally opened my eyes, they met Maclain’s as his chest heaved, his softened cock lying against his thigh.
“You were right,” he said, throwing himself back on the bed. “I needed to blow off some steam.”
“You are an uptight prick,” I replied with a chuckle, and it was apparently infectious because he gifted me with one of those laughs that came from deep in his belly.
As we caught our breath, I realized we’d made a mess of things—in more ways than one.
I reached for the T-shirt I’d discarded on the floor earlier in the day and wiped myself off, then tossed it to him. He lifted it with effort, as if ready to crash. He began cleaning himself off while I rolled off the bed. I took a leak and washed my hands in the bathroom, avoiding the mirror. I wasn’t ready to face myself just yet. There was way too much to unpack.
When I came back into the room, it was quiet. My stomach bottomed out as I wondered if Maclain was already filled with regret and was going to pull the silent treatment on me again.
Instead, he lay in the same position I’d left him in, sleeping soundly.
I gently pulled the corner of the comforter over his torso, cut the lights, and slept like the dead.
13
Maclain
I was sitting at an outdoor table in the campus square with a few teammates, as well as Kellan and Jasmine, having decided to take advantage of the warmer, sunny day.
Girard was diagonal from me, and though we tried avoiding eye contact, it was nearly impossible to forget what happened last weekend. The fact that we now shared a secret. Actually, a new one, if I’d only fess up about what happened in the locker room shower last year.
I’d jacked off with another guy—just me and him chasing our own orgasms—and it’d felt, well, different. And so fucking hot. Remembering the things he’d said in the process provided fodder for all the subsequent nights with my hand. Who knew I’d be turned on just from the raw sound of his voice asking if I ever played with my balls and ass? But it wasn’t only that. It was the visual he’d created that I’d never have thought, in a million years, could be so arousing.
But here I was, and I needed to stop thinking about it or I’d have to stay seated until I got my dick to calm down.
Though Devers saying something stupid to Lopez sobered me immediately and reminded me exactly what was at stake.
What would our teammates think if they found out what Girard and I had been up to on the road? Sure, most of them had accepted Donovan and Kellan outright—maybe after seeing them grow so close last season—but that didn’t make the idea of being discovered any less harrowing. I was a private person and wanted to keep it that way. For now. Or maybe for eternity. It should be my decision to make, for fuck’s sake.
And now my thoughts were going haywire as I wondered about all sorts of things. Had any of these guys experienced anything similar with another dude? Outside of the two lovebirds, obviously. Girard had admitted it happened in high school with a friend. It still made me feel strange when he described it, like I was envious of a guy from his past. The difference was, they’d been watching porn, while Girard and I got off watching each other.