“Yeah. I was on the team last year, but I didn’t get much playing time. And our equipment manager wasn’t anything like you, that’s for sure.” He picked up Alfie’s hand and gave it a kiss. He was about a hundred times more relaxed than he’d been earlier, as if Alfie had drained the fear of being gay right out of him. Gay sex was a lot more fun than gay angst.
Ryan didn’t let go of Alfie’s hand after kissing it, which was strange and nice—the two of them sitting shoulder to shoulder with their hands entwined and their legs pressed up against each other’s. He told Alfie a lot of stuff about what position he played and what line he was on, whatever that meant, but when he saw Alfie wasn’t following, he switched to talking about school.
It turned out he was an engineering student too, though he didn’t find it as easy as Alfie did. Alfie offered to help him with his homework and the next thing he knew, they were at Ryan’s desk, poring over his schoolbooks, and a lot of time had passed.
Finally Ryan threw down his pencil and gave Alfie a shy look. He’d pulled his pants back on when they’d moved to the desk, but his abs and chest were still bare, so Alfie returned Ryan’s shy look with a hungry one and Ryan seemed to gain some confidence.
“You wanna do that other thing?”
“The fucking thing?” Alfie returned with a grin. “Hell, yeah.”
He would have to pull his pants down for that, but he figured he could keep his jock on. He usually did, even if the other guy knew about his cage because no one was interested in his dick, caged or not. So he got his supplies from the pocket of his coat and positioned himself ass up on the edge of the bed before shoving his pants down around his knees.
“You don’t want to take this off too?” Ryan asked, sliding his finger under one of the straps of his jock.
“Nah, it’s, um. This is how everyone does it. Because Coach said so, I think. Anyway, I just gotta lube myself up first.” He squirted some lube on his fingers and reached back, but Ryan caught his hand before he could get in there.
“I want to do it.”
“You do?” Alfie twisted around to look at him.
“Yeah. I gotta learn how, right? So tell me how.”
Alfie handed him the tube and lowered his chest to the bed so his ass stuck out even farther. He watched over his shoulder as Ryan coated his fingers in lube.
“Two, or just one?”
“Depends on the guy, but I’m good to start with two.” He was accustomed to needing to do this in a hurry, so the intrusion of two of Ryan’s fingers through his hole didn’t hurt, but it felt good enough that he wished he’d asked to start with one. The longer this took the better. Ryan was so gentle and interested, twisting his fingers around this way and that.
“I know I’m aiming for the prostate. I’ve just never felt one before. Oh, wait, is this it?”
Alfie arched his back, a pathetic mewling sound leaking out of his mouth because, yes, that was it. Once Ryan had found it, he was relentless with it until Alfie disintegrated into a twisting, whimpering mess who was begging to be fucked. God, it would be so good if he could get a hand on his dick, if he could come while Ryan fucked him. But either way, he needed to be fucked.
No one had paid any attention to his prostate in months, other than Coach’s slow, methodical milking. Sure, sometimes the guys tagged it when they fucked him. Max, especially, who wouldn’t have been able to avoid it if he tried. But neither Coach’s ministrations nor the team’s accidental brushes felt anything like this. Alfie couldn’t take it anymore. He was just too fucking horny.
“You gotta fuck me,” he insisted. “Ryan, please.”
Ryan relented. He put on a condom, taking an oddly long time to do it, but that was Ryan. Alfie already knew him well enough to know he did everything thoroughly and carefully. Then he positioned the head of his cock at Alfie’s entrance.
“I’m afraid I’m going to blow the second I get in there. You’re so tight.”
Alfie moaned. “I’m right there with you, Ryan. So don’t worry about it. Go as fast as you want.”
“And you’ll come too?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll come too.”
Hecouldn’tcome, of course, but he could for sure howl like he was coming, especially once Ryan got a good rhythm going. Ryan didn’t blow immediately. Not at all. He started slowly, for sure, and asked a lot of questions about how best to hit Alfie’s prostate while fucking him, but just like with the kissing, he got the hang of it quick. Then he attempted to give Alfie a reach-around, which Alfie had to bat away.
“I can come like this,” he lied, wishing like hell it wasn’t a lie. “Just go a little faster, a little harder, more like—yeah, like that. Just like that.” Because suddenly it felt like maybe hecouldcome like this. He was close, so close, his whole body infused with a radiating warmth that was building to an ungodly crescendo, and then, out of nowhere, it happened.
His dick wasn’t hard, but somehow he came anyway. Not seeping drips like when Coach milked him but forceful jets accompanied by the most full-bodied sense of ecstasy he’d ever experienced. His body tensed, mouth dropping open in a paroxysm of bliss as his entire consciousness focused on his gloriously spasming cock.
Behind him, Ryan stuttered to a halt. His fingers clenched hard around Alfie’s hip bones, and he made a sound like a raven caw cut off mid-note. He slumped forward, driving Alfie down to the bed under his weight, and the two of them lay like that a while, panting out their bliss.
“It was good for you?” Ryan asked.
“More than good.”
