I work him over, bobbing up and down on my knees for as long as I can before I relent to the need for air. “Probably for the best though,” I pant, nuzzling into his balls. “You’re so hot, had we hooked up on day one, my constant boner may have hindered my performance.”
His dick swells before my eyes. “You think I’m hot?”
“What do you think?” I lean back, palming my erection that thickens with the widening of his eyes. “You’re so big and brawny. Those arms and hands are huge. Bet you could toss me around if you wanted.”
“Reckon I could.” He nods. “Pity, we don’t have time to find out.”
“Real pity.”
“Guess we’ll just have to make up for–” Out in the hall, a door slams, and we both jump then still, listening for any further noises. No one should walk in on us. After flirting all day at practice, playing footsies under the table at lunch, and dinner at the hotel, we waited for the guys to get to bed, then crept into a storage closet. But still. That door is a reminder of the risk we’re taking, and fuck it if that doesn’t make this a whole lot hotter.
I palm myself a little rougher. Man I need to come.
Impatient to get this done, I fist McKinney’s dick, and look up at him with a sly smile. “You still good to go?”
“So good.” He smiles, taps his dick against my cheek a few times, and that’s all I need.
Wetting my lips, I open up and take him deep again, using my tongue to massage the delicious velvety underside. He grumbles, weaves his hand through my hair and begins to thrust.
Guess I’m not the only one in a hurry.
I keep my eyes on him as I work him over, soaking up the quiver in his lip, the rush I get from reducing a big guy like this to a bubbling mess. Make no mistake, I may be the one on my knees with a dick in my mouth, but I am Superman. I hold all the power.
Proving just that, I hollow out my cheeks and suck. He spasms, leaking onto my tongue and shit, he really does taste amazing. “Close,” he grunts. “Take it out, please, I wanna watch you.”
He hasn’t said it in so many words, but I know what he wants, and thank fuck. I release my grip on his ass, push my glasses back up my nose, then drop my hand back down, tugging at my sweats until my cock pops free. “Knew it,” he chuckles. “So big for such a little, glasses wearing, cutie. So hot.”
Christ, I better get this over with before he proposes.
Being so new to this, I’m far from an expert, but the few bumbled bj’s I’ve given and received have taught me a few tricks. As has OF.
My dick throbs in my hand as I slide my free hand back between his cheeks. He realizes my intended target, and spreads his shaking legs a little wider, just enough for me to breach his sweet little hole. Should it be an iPad security lock, I don’t think it would even have had time to register my fingerprint, but it does the job. Instantly he stiffens, convulses, and unloads streams of sweet, hot cum in my mouth.
“Fuck, those fucking glasses,” he mumbles, running his thumb down my cheekbone, tugging my bottom lip. I’m so close, still swallowing his load, still jacking myself off when I turn my head and suck it into my mouth. His still hard dick, his thumb fucking over my tongue, is too much.
“Fuck.” I cough and come so hard I fall forward and end up head-butting against his stomach. While I’m busy painting floor and fist with my release, McKinney’s muttering sweet praise and affectionately sweeping his hand through my hair. As soon as I’m with it enough to register what he’s doing, I freak out, pull back, and tuck myself and my mess back into my sweats.
“Do you have to go straight away?” He pouts, tugging me to him with a fist in my shirt the second I’m on my feet. Staying for round two is tempting. Like I said, he’s big, we had fun hanging out today, and that secret sexual tension feels close to the high I get scoring a goal. I could easily see myself exploring a little more with him.
And that’s exactly why I can’t.
“You know I do. Don’t make this more than it is, man.”
There’s a flicker of hurt in his eyes that I pretend I don’t recognize. He’s new to this too, he told me as much when he first dragged me in here. But he reeks of clingy, and that tells me to cut my losses and run. Just like I have all my other hook-ups this summer. “Well, maybe we can hang out when our teams play in October.”
“Yeah, sure, maybe.” Sated by that, he leans down to give me a kiss, but I turn my head and slap my palm into his chest. “See ya round, McKinney.”
I feel like a dick, but I have to protect myself. As my hero Spider-Man says, ‘someone’s got to look out for the little guy.’
Who better than the little guy himself.
Heavy-hearted and already missing NHL life, I’m at a gas station in the middle of nowhere, filling up my sister’s crappy car when my phone dings again, and grimace. McKinney has sent me three messages before I’ve even hit the border.
The hockey fuckboy lurking inside of me loves knowing I rocked his world so hard that he can’t wait for more. But there’s an even bigger part that wants to run to whichever government department processes name changes and beg for immediate assistance. I could probably just block his number, I guess, but that seems a bit extreme.
There’s other messages waiting for attention, too. Several masterpieces from Cherry :
Cherry
