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MICAH
My stomach is doing backflips all the way back to my dorm room.
I don’t know what came over me. One second I was sitting there listening to them joke about Lumen, and the next I was daring them to actually go.
And they agreed.
Holy flaming fuck.
All four of them.
This is either going to be a complete disaster or the best night of my life.
I step inside my dorm and lean against the door. My heart is still pounding. I can’t believe I actually did that. The quiet freshman who always keeps his mouth shut just challenged four of his big, beefy teammates to visit a gay bathhouse.
The teammates who have starred in my wildest fantasies ever since I joined the college football team.
Because yeah, I might look innocent with my brown curls, glasses, and slender build, but I have the filthiest thoughts sometimes. Thoughts I could never share with them. Thoughts that have driven me to the brink of madness.
I know it’s wrong to fantasize about them. They’re straight. But how can anyone blame me for letting my imagination run wild when they give me so much material?
It should be a crime, the way they look. All hard muscles, broad shoulders, thick arms, tight asses. The way their sweat-soaked jerseys cling to their chests during games. The way they walk around the showers after practice with their big cocks swinging between their thighs, talking about all the girls they banged.
Why can’t I be the one they bang?
I’d gladly take them, one after the other.
Omar, the team captain, with his dark skin and that deep, calming voice. He’s always so correct, so composed. The one who diffuses arguments. A natural leader. I bet in the bedroom he’d show his true colors.
Cole, the cocky linebacker who’s always looking to stir shit up. He loves challenging everyone and everything, but when it comes to himself, he’s easily offended. He could use all that testosterone in better ways than to rile everyone up. He could use it to pin me to the wall and fuck the living daylights out of me.
Diesel, the big blond giant with the ripped body and filthy mouth. He’s another linebacker, which means he and Cole are constantly competing over everything—playing time, stats, girls’ attention. The only thing I know for sure is that when it comes to cock size, Diesel wins hands down. He’s just bigger in every way. And he knows it.
And then there’s Toby, the sweet running back who took me under his wing. He always seems to have my back.
Toby reacted exactly the way I hoped he would. Something tells me he’s more curious than the others. He was the first to agree, and the way his eyes lit up... looked like he couldn’t wait to check out Lumen.
I just wasn’t expecting the rest of them to get on board as well.
But I guess it makes sense. Toby has that kind of influence. He might not be the tallest, biggest, or loudest guy on the team, but he commands respect. There’s something about him that makes you want to follow his lead. Throw in a little competition element, and of course, Cole and Diesel had to join. They couldn’t let their pride take a hit.
I pull off my sweaty jersey and toss it in the laundry basket, then kick off my sneakers and drop my shorts and underwear to the floor. My muscles are sore and aching from today’s practice, but the adrenaline pumping through my veins takes the edge off.
My cock is rock-hard. It started twitching the moment Lumen got mentioned, and it hasn’t gone down since. I still remember the feeling of walking into that huge, maze-like space so vividly — the smell of chlorine in the air, the sounds of wet flesh slapping together.
It’s true that I’ve only been there once, about two months ago. But the memory of that night is burned into my brain. Even though I was too nervous to actually approach anyone, just being in a place where everyone was naked and horny, where anything could happen, still made my pulse race.
And to think that my teammates are about to experience the same thing?
Sweet Jesus.
I have no idea how this will play out. All I know is that the thought of being there with them has my dick throbbing.
Fully naked, I step in front of the mirror in the corner of my room. There’s a blush on my cheeks, my glasses are smudged, and my hair’s a mess. Running my fingers through the brown curls only makes it worse.
My dick juts out in front of me, aimed straight at the mirror. The thick blue vein along the side pulses with each heartbeat,and a drop of clear fluid gathers at the tip. I run my thumb over the head, smearing it across the slit.
