“Shut up.” I gave his dick a squeeze and let go. “Lie there like a good hockey player.”
I scooted down the bed to get a better look at his cock, then traced a finger along the shaft. It was long, and a dense network of swollen veins throbbed under the skin. Precum trickled out of the slit and down the head. His balls were huge, and I whistled in appreciation.
“Goddamn coconuts,” I muttered.
When I glanced up, he was panting.
I lifted a brow. “Nice equipment, rookie. You’re a big boy.”
Immediately getting it, he broke into a smile. “Thanks. Not as thick as yours, though. You think Coach will let me start this weekend?”
I shrugged. “Don’t know. You want to?”
“Fuck yeah. Can I be on your line? Would you… since you’re the captain and all, could you put in a good word for me?”
I tilted my head. “Icould, but I should check you out first.”
“Check what?”
My cock roared back to life, and I glanced at him. “Nix, do you like?—”
“Rookie,” he whispered. “Call me rookie.”
“All right, rookie. Spread your legs.”
NICO
This had to be a dream. Pack crawled between my legs, his expression a mixture of awe and hunger.
“Fuck.” He kept his eyes on my cock. “I saw it so many times in college, but never hard.” He looked up. “Can I touch it, rookie?”
“Think you’ll have to if you’re going to check me out.”
He trailed a finger up my shaft, the light touch leaving a trail of fire. “Goddamn, you’re hard.” He paused under the head, where precum had trickled down, and swirled it away with a finger. “I’ve never done anything to a guy’s dick before. Tell me if I get it wrong?”
I was throbbing, already aching with need. “Do it the wayyoulike it. I’ll let you know if I don’t.”
He looked at me, another grin spreading across his face, but it was shadowed by the same nervous energy I’d seen in school before exams. Slowly, he closed his fist around me and squeezed.
“Jesus.”Packhad my dick in his hand, and it felt better than I ever imagined it would.
“Okay, rookie?”
“Please, captain. Jerk it.” The desperation in my voice should have embarrassed me, but I was past caring.
He glided his fist up and down, nearly making me lose my mind. He was doingthatthing I’d loved since I was fourteen, the perfect, instinctual twist, squeezing hard near the head before loosening his grip at the base.
“Goddamn yes.” The words came out almost as a sob, and he flicked his gaze at my eyes.
“It’s so good, captain,” I croaked. “Don’t you dare stop.”
He increased the pace, and I was gone. In no time, he reduced me to a twitching, moaning mess, a body built around one screaming need.
“Listen to the slutty rookie,” he said, his voice dropping into the smug tone he sometimes used in college when a rookiewould toss out a funny chirp. “I think you like it when your captain plays with your dick.”
“Please don’t stop.” I was writhing, my words a mindless chant of, “Yes, captain. Fuck. Captain, captain…” The friction of his palm on my taut skin, the perfect pressure. It was all connected. My brain was offline, my chest was tight, and my legs trembled from excitement. Everything was on fire.
“Fuck, I’m close.”
