Ryan smiled. “And then I could do it to you?”
Ryan had never come in Coach’s office while Alfie was being milked. He must not know about the cage, and Alfie felt shy about telling him. He’d been an idiot to allow his dick to belocked up. And to continue to allow it. Did Ryan think the other guys were reciprocating?
“Usually it’s just the one way,” he told Ryan. “That’s how Coach wants it. I’m here to serve, not… get served.”
“Oh, okay.” Ryan sounded disappointed, which was wild. Imagine being disappointed about not being able to suck Alfie’s dick. Alfie really wished he could let him do it, but he would have to think of some other way to show Ryan a good time.
Chapter 9
“Let me go down on you. You’re going to like it.”
“I’m not worried about not liking,” Ryan said. “Only about liking it too much. Once I start, I don’t know if I can stop.”
“Why would you stop? Look, you’ve got easy access to low-risk sex here. Take advantage of it.”
Ryan thought for what seemed like a long time. Alfie didn’t understand what the dilemma was. But then Ryan leaned in and kissed him again and he forgot to worry about anything except enjoying himself. They rolled back and forth across the bed with lots of moaning and groping and mouths that roamed everywhere until Ryan reached for Alfie’s groin and Alfie pushed him onto his back to hold him off.
Most of the team knew about the cage and didn’t care one way or the other except for sometimes giving him grief about it, but for some reason he didn’t want Ryan to know. So he made a dive for Ryan’s cock and, once he got it in his mouth, Ryan stopped fighting.
“Fuck,” he said, bringing a hand to the back of Alfie’s head in a gentle caress that was nothing like the way the five guys who lived together liked to choke him into near unconsciousness. “Fuck, that feels good.”
Alfie showed off a little, demonstrating his best technique to keep Ryan moaning and groaning and twisting and writhing. He’d given a lot of blowjobs by now and had developed a sense for when a guy was about to blow, which was useful for delivering a premium experience. Some guys wanted to have their ejaculate swallowed, but some liked that whole blasting-come-all-over-his-face thing. Then there were the ones who wanted a suck-and-fuck, who didn’t want him to make them come with his mouth because they wanted time in his ass.
Alfie figured Ryan might enjoy time in his ass, so when Ryan showed signs of being about to pop, he slowed down. Ryan gave a fearsomely loud groan and pressed harder on the back of Alfie’s head, but Alfie kept his strokes shallow.
“Alfie,” Ryan mumbled, which felt so good to hear. “Fuck, Alfie. I’m so close, babe.”
Babe? Wow. Real-life gay guys were so much better than straight bros dipping their toes in a foreign river, and Ryan didn’t lack anything in the looks or brawn department either. Alfie was half in love.
He pulled Ryan’s cock out of his mouth and gave it a long swipe with his tongue, glancing up from between Ryan’s legs to find him panting and sweaty.
“I thought you might want to fuck me.”
But rather than say yes, Ryan shoved Alfie’s face back down, a bit roughly, and when Alfie obediently took him in, he came just like that, blasting down Alfie’s throat before Alfie had hardly got him swallowed.
“So no?” Alfie asked when he could talk again.
“No, yes.”
“No, yes, huh?”
Ryan laughed, sounding almost loopy with contentment. “I do want to fuck you, but thinking about it made me too hot to hold off. It won’t take me long to get it back up again if you want to hang around.”
“Sure.” Alfie sat up and dragged his sleeve across his face to wipe off the saliva and stray bits of come that had gotten away from him. He propped himself against the wall, letting his feet dangle off the bed and watched as Ryan twisted himself around to sit up next to him. They’d managed to get Ryan’s shirt off at some point during their wrestling match, and rather than pull his pants back up, he shucked them completely, so he was sittingnext to Alfie in nothing except a pair of close-fitting boxer briefs with his abs and pecs and quads all on display.
Alfie licked his lips. The view was great, and he didn’t mind a round two, but he didn’t know what to do with himself until then. This was the point where he usually got sent home, dismissed without so much as a thank you. Ryan looked as shy and awkward as Alfie felt, as if he didn’t know what to do either.
“So you think we’ll win the title?” Alfie tried.
Ryan brightened immediately. Hockey was something he knew. “Our chances are really good. The team’s been clicking on every level. You don’t usually come out to watch, do you?”
“Not much. I’ve got stuff to do in the locker room.” But he’d noticed that they’d been winning a lot since the day he blew Coach in his office with the door open. He’d even heard talk of championships and trophies.
On the one hand, he was looking forward to the season being over so he could get his dick back under his own control, and being in the championship series would mean extra games. But on the other hand, he’d come to feel a unity with the team that hadn’t originally been there. He wanted them to win, even felt like he was contributing to them winning. He kept them relaxed so they could focus on hockey, just like Coach had said.
“I’ve never been on a team that won anything.” Ryan crossed his fingers on both hands, holding them up where Alfie could see. “I don’t want to jinx it, but maybe.”
“You’re a sophomore, right?”
