Derek taps me on the shoulder, making me jump and glare after him. “Keep your head down, son. Eyes on the prize. Don’t let him rile you up and suck you in.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s just frustrating… he’s handed everything he wants; he has no fucking talent, he just has a better bike, better equipment, a team who wipe his fucking arse for him, and he just needs a… a… fuck. I just wanna punch the cunt, in the fucking face with a shovel. He’s a smug, pompous twat, and I fucking hate him.”
He chuckles. “Ya done? You met him for the first time two minutes ago.”
“Yeah, and look at the impression he left. Fucking bellend!”
He scrubs his hand into my hair. “Come on, son, you’ve got talent, but that temper of yours ain’t gonna help the situation. So keep your mouth shut and your head down, and don’t let him wind you up. You have the talent and a real shot at this. They will see that.”
“Thanks… ya know… for everything.” He grins and pulls me in for a hug.
“Yeah, love you too, now you’ve missed a bit. I wanna see my face in her before the next heats.” He winks at me and walks away.
“Dick.”
“Heard that.” He laughs without looking back.
I finish up and grab my stuff heading for the shower block, still pissed from my interaction with the dick Archi-fucking-bald. I push into the shower block and head to the lockers. Undressing, I wrap the towel around my waist, grabbing my wash bag.
The door clicks open, and a guy dressed in shorts and a vest walks in. He’s non-descript, looking like every other hang-around. I think he has dark hair. Who knows? “Hey, you’re new here.”
No fucking shit, Sherlock, I think snarkily as he grins and leans against the wall. Smiling at me, he winks. “You want some company?”
I smirk at him. “Sure.” I nod towards the shower cubicle, and he walks towards me, slowly taking the vest top off like some kind of stripper. He’s not my type, not by a long shot, but he’s here for a blow job, or a fuck, or both, and I ain’t looking for a wife. He slides his shorts down and kicks off his sliders. I shudder behind his back thinking,you’re not gonna fuck his choice of footwear, so man up.
I step back as he drops his shorts on the floor and heads into the stall. I slide in behind him, locking the door and tossing my bag on the shelf. Before I can turn around, he rips my towel away and tosses it on the hook. I turn, and our eyes meet, scanning each and every inch of each other. He steps forward, pushing me back against the door and takes my dick in his hand, crashing his lips against mine. He’s smaller than me, but most people are. I’m six-foot-two. I slide my hand up behind his neck and grip his hair, making him wince before I shove him down. Maybe he should have waited till I got out of the shower, but it sucks to be him—literally!
I force him to his knees, and I glare down at him, grinning like the fucker that I am. “It ain’t gonna suck itself, sweetheart.” I wink. He takes my dick in his hand and strokes me a few times before sliding his tongue up the back of my shaft and curling it around the head. He opens his mouth slightly, and I grip tighter in his hair, pushing in past his lips. I tilt my head back as he groans around my length. I push him deeper till he gags before releasing him slightly. I smile down at him. “You look fucking delicious on your knees for me. I wanna fuck your mouth so hard.”
His eyes glaze over as he stares up at me, and I grin down at him. “You dirty fucker. You want that too, don’t you?”
He nods, and I groan, withdrawing my hips before slamming back in. When he gags around my length, I hold him there as he tries to swallow around me.
“That’s it, you dirty fucker. Gag on my dick.”
I pull back, and he gasps for air, saliva running down his chin, and I slam back in, picking up my pace. His eyes start to water, and I groan.
“Fuck, making you cry like this is so fucking perfect. Now, do I keep fucking your mouth, or do you want me to fuck you like the dirty fucking boy you are?”
“Fuck me,” he mumbles around my dick. Well, that’s what I think I hear, anyway, so I’m running with it.
I pull out with a pop, and I reach over to my toiletry bag and grab the condom. “Turn and part.”
“What?” He pants.
“Turn around, and part your motherfucking cheeks.”
His eyes widen for a split second before he turns slowly, eyeing me like he’s unsure, but then bites his lip. Leaning slightly forward and parting his cheeks, I suck my ‘bowling fingers’ into my mouth as he glances back over his shoulder at me. I step closer, pushing my hand down onto his back and slide my two fingers against his hole. “Ready, you little track slut?”
He gasps, nodding. “Yeah, I’m ready, so fucking ready.”
I start to slide my fingers in, pushing past the tight ring of muscle, and he clenches, so I smack his arse.
“Relax, let me in.”
He lets out a breath, and I feel him relax, so I push straight in, causing him to grunt at the intrusion. “Fuck, that’s tight.” I pull my fingers out and push them back in, massaging him gently as I do. “You gonna clench around my dick like a filthy whore for me?”
“Yeah.” He exhales.
