Fuck.If I grabbed hold of it right now, I could probably come in seconds. My balls are already tight, cum simmering inside like a volcano ready to erupt.
But no, I shouldn’t. Not now. I need to save this for tonight. At Lumen, you never know where the night will take you or who you’ll meet. I want to be ready for anything.
Even though I have to behave around my teammates, I plan to slip away for a bit and have some fun. There’s no shortage of eager guys at Lumen ready to help me blow off steam. Hopefully this time I can actually follow through and get some dick.
And who knows? One of my teammates may get curious enough to follow me.
I bite my lip at the thought.
No, that would never happen. But a guy can dream, right?
3
TOBY
Ican’t believe I’m doing this.
My palms are clammy as I park my car at the back of the big lot. I grip the steering wheel, knuckles white, staring out the windshield at the black building ahead. With the moon hidden behind a wall of clouds, the only light comes from the yellow bulb above the door. It gives the place an eerie vibe.
I glance in the rearview mirror, and my reflection stares back at me. My dark hair is tousled and a little damp from the shower, and my green eyes are wide. I look more nervous than I hoped.
Why did I agree to this again? It was a snap decision, fueled by Micah’s boldness and my own curiosity. But now that I see the big black doors looming ahead, my courage starts to falter.
I’m not even gay.
Or at least, I don’t think so. I’ve always dated girls. I like the soft curves and flowery scents. I love to squeeze a nice, round ass and watch their pretty faces scrunch up when they come.
But I have to admit, sometimes I wonder what it would be like. With a dude.
I know that’s not something guys are supposed to say out loud, especially not on a football team. But I can’t help it. Thethought pops into my head whenever I see a handsome face or a solid set of pecs.
There’s this weird double standard, right? Girls can openly say when another girl’s hot, no problem. But guys? We have to pretend we don’t notice when a dude looks good. Can’t admit when a pair of biceps is impressive or when a tight butt makes us do a double take.
Anyway, that’s not something I can share with guys like Cole or Diesel. They’d laugh their asses off if they knew what I was thinking right now, and Omar would probably give me a concerned look. They don’t seem to share the same fascination I do. For them, this is just about that little competition Micah set up, nothing more.
But for me, this is an opportunity. To finally satisfy the nagging curiosity and get it out of my system.
I glance at the clock on the dashboard. Ten to nine. My teammates will be here soon.
Maybe I should head in now, get the lay of the land. Scope things out so I’ve got a slight edge when the others show up.
Before I can think twice, I grab my backpack from the passenger seat and step into the cool night air.
The lot is nearly empty, just a handful of cars and a couple of motorcycles scattered across the concrete. The big industrial buildings around it sit dark and deserted. There’s no real reason to be here at night except to visit the infamous bathhouse.
And that’s what I’m about to do.
A cold shiver runs up my spine as I make my way across the lot, gravel crunching under the soles of my sneakers. The tinted windows give nothing away. The place could be abandoned for all I know, with only a faint scent of chlorine in the air as proof that it’s not.
I pause in front of the door and take a deep breath.
You got this, Toby. You can handle whatever awaits you.
My heart pounds against my ribs as I shove the heavy door. The hinges shriek in protest, and a blast of warm air hits me square in the face. The smell of chlorine is even stronger now, stinging my nose.
A corridor stretches ahead, narrow and dark, with flickering neon lights leading the way. At the end, a middle-aged woman sits behind a large desk, filing her nails.
“What can I do for you, honey?” She peers at me over the rims of her thick-framed glasses, red lips curved in a friendly smile. Her strawberry-blonde hair is piled high on top of her head.
