Goosebumps break across my skin.
I hear the other players before I see them. Loud voices and even louder laughter. The snap of a towel being whipped. Lockers slamming shut. The smack of a high-five. The scent in the air is thick with sweat, grass, and masculine musk.
Josh takes me by the arm, leading me out of the way as a group of beefy guys push past. They give Josh a nod on their way out, but ignore me. They're all dressed in shirts and sweatpants and the only scent they leave behind is the smell of soap.
Must have been the first to hit the showers.
"He's here!" Josh hollers in a cheerful tone, squeezing my elbow before he gently nudges me toward the middle of the room. Mason perks up when he sees me. He's wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, but has his phone in hand.
The entire locker room stops to look at me. Even the guys in the showers stop washing to look at me.
"Shit, you weren't joking. He really is pretty."
Someone lets out a wolf whistle. The blush crawling down my neck spreads back up to my cheeks. My eyes flicker around the locker room, trying to do a headcount. I get up to eight before Igive up and stop counting. I stand there awkwardly, shifting my weight as Josh introduces me.
"So, this is Pretty Boy. If you recognize him from classes or whatever...no, you don't. He's just Pretty Boy tonight. He'll be helping us get the party started."
Mason holds up his phone, grinning from ear to ear. "We're going to take photos and videos. That's okay with you, right? Your Dom said so."
I nod my head quickly. If it's what Sir wants, that's what he gets. Besides, it's not like this is my first time playing porn star. There's the stuff I did with Josh and Mason. And then the whole dirty movie I filmed with Sir and Colt...and the fuck machine.
"Damn, you serious?"
"That's hot."
The reaction is instant, chatter and grins and jeers spreading like wildfire. I might be the most dressed guy in the room, but I feel the most naked. Everyone is watching me and looking at me, waiting for things to escalate.
A guy with a brilliant smile and dark curly hair stands up from the benches. He's tall and built like a brick house. He looks right at me. "Anyone ever tell you that you'd definitely pass for a chick if you had long hair?"
Someone else scoffs. "Not without tits he wouldn't."
There's a round of laughter and then another guy with dark skin strides out of the showers, not even bothering to wrap a towel around his waist. He simply walks around in all his nude muscular glory and raises an eyebrow at me. "C'mon, Pretty Boy. Let's see them. Show us your tits!"
They chant. Josh nods his head, and Mason holds up his phone, already recording everything that's happening. I swallow hard and with shaky hands, obey the demands of the crowd.
Slowly, I take off my jacket and peel off the sweater. More laughs, punctuated by wolf whistles and catcalls. Josh takes myclothes from me as I undress, storing everything away in his locker.
"Leave the panties on," Josh tells me.
When I finally pull down my jeans, the reveal of the hot pink underwear gets the biggest rise out of the team. Out of the corner of my eye, I can already see some of them tugging on their dicks. Towels are getting dropped like hot potatoes. I have to wonder how Josh and Sir arranged this for me.
Surely there can't be that many gay guys on the team? Maybe some of them are bisexual. Or just...curious.
My face flushes with heat. It must match the panties perfectly.
"Holy shit, he's really doing it! Dude, go play lookout. We gotta make sure coach doesn't find out about this."
"Why not? Maybe getting blown would make him chill out for a change."
Another chorus of laughs and jests, but the energy in the room has changed. It's hotter. And sharper. Now that these jocks have their dicks out and they're hard, I can tell they're getting impatient.
"Get down on your knees, Pretty Boy. I've told the team what a great cocksucker you are. Some of them can't believe you're better than a girl. Want to prove it?"
"Yeah," I say, licking my lips and lowering myself to the ground. The floor is hard and wet, but I feel at home as soon as my knees hit it. My cock strains behind the pink panties, the only piece of clothing I leave on. My dick isn't the only thing that's hard. My nipples are too, and I take them between my thumb and index finger, giving each one a little pinch.
I shiver from the sensation, my mouth falling open with a sudden gasp as I shut my eyes.
"So, we can just...fuck him? For real?"
