“Dude, I’m gonna lose my mind,” Theo shouted, his voice loud with disbelief.
I was too busy hugging him, the joy spilling over, making me emotional.
“Thank you, Theo,” I whispered.
He gently released me from his embrace, eyes locking on mine. “Nuh-uh. You don’t need to thank me. You’re good, Asher. Thank yourself for working so hard—you earned this.”
Part of him was right, but I also knew I never would’ve gone through the trouble to waive the PCSHL new player fee. Even if I’d done that, I wouldn’t have been able to play if I were still stuck at Mom’s apartment. My nights would have been spent washing dishes and bussing tables, hoping I could pick up enough shifts to get the hell out of there and away from Louie.
We stood there for a while, giddy with the knowledge that our childhood dreams were almost a reality. I didn’t even notice guys leaving the locker room or passing by until Quincy strode past, giving each of us a fist bump on his way out. Even Coach had left, giving us a knowing smile and a thumbs-up as he exited the arena. I could tell he’d spotted Mr. Howard flagging us down—probably knew exactly who he was. Coach looked genuinely happy for us.
Finally, Theo and I made our way into the locker room to change, and we were alone.
Theo
The locker room was empty, and I had one thing on my mind: I wanted him. I needed Asher in my embrace. He had worked tirelessly for his moment, and it was finally arriving. He’d gone through hell and back, and life was finally giving him the victory he deserved. My joy was indescribable. Of course, I was happy that Mr. Howard noticed me, but noticing the two of us? That was better than any feeling imaginable. I wanted to celebrate with my boy.
Asher and I undressed and entered the showers. We didn’t even need to speak. The moment I approached, Asher leaned into me, kissing my nipples and rubbing my chest.
“Theo,” Asher whispered, “This moment is perfect. You’re perfect.”
I hummed with satisfaction. Nothing made my chest squeeze like seeing Asher happy. Our lips locked, and I took in the salty taste of his lips. The warm water washed over us, providing a soothing balm to the ache of a hard-fought game. I grabbed some soap and cleaned his body, caressing his beautiful skin. The scent of pine body wash filled the space, and it made me feel wild. I turned Asher around so I could watch the soap suds drip down the crease of his ass.
The beast in me took over. I was hungry. Ravenous. I wanted to lick him all over.
I turned Asher to face me, then cupped my hands around his perfect ass and lifted him. He yelped and wrapped his legs around my waist as I walked us to the shower wall, wedging his body between it and me. My lips locked with his, our tongues dancing with a hungry desperation.
I lowered him onto his feet and said, “Turn around and putyour hands on the wall.”
Asher loved it when I was dominant. He released a devilish smirk, then did as I asked. I lowered to my knees, kissing along his back as I made my descent. I could hear his breathing accelerating, and the vulnerability of Asher presenting himself to me like that was a fantasy I never knew I needed.
I parted the globes of his ass and devoured him with my eyes.
“Mmm, fuck baby. I need to eat this ass.”
He whimpered, “Please.”
I’m not sure what the sound was that came out of my mouth, but it was a mix between a hum and a growl. When Asher said, “Please,” like that, it was game over. I went feral—needed to fuck the living daylights out of him, or I’d go crazy.
I dragged my tongue over his pink little hole, savoring him. He tasted incredible, and soon, I was fucking his hole with my tongue, swirling it around the rim, then dragging it along his crease. With both hands, I grabbed him by the hips and pulled his ass against my face. Asher cried out in response. His heavy breathing morphed into moans as I feasted on him.
I leaned back and saw Asher stroking his length between his legs. “Turn around,” I said.
He did, and his throbbing cock was right in my face. Orange pubic hair outlined his long, thick cock, pink at the head. A thick vein lined the bottom of it.
I took his dick in one hand, then licked the head like a fucking lollypop. His knees almost buckled from under him as he gasped in ecstasy.
I looked up to see his hooded gaze fixed on me. My kink was pleasing other people. I had always loved giving girls mindblowing orgasms, massaging their clits until they were shaking and crying out with pleasure. That’s what I wantedto do with Asher, and nobody deserved it more than him. He deserved to be cherished. I wanted him to feel pleasure every single day for the rest of his life.
I swallowed his length, sucking the top half of his cock, looping my tongue around his head while my mouth got used to his length. It was uncomfortable at first, but I pushed through, flexing my jaw and relaxing my throat so I could suck Asher all the way to the base.
“Jesus Christ, Theo, it’s so good.” Asher gasped out.
I couldn’t help but smile around his cock before swallowing him to the back of my throat. I choked a bit, but collected myself and swallowed him again. Asher was screaming by that point, rocking his hips into my mouth as I sucked on him.
My dick needed some action, so I stroked it while I sucked on Asher until he said, “I need that cock. Fuck it’s so big, Theo.”
I pulled off his length and said, “You want it, baby?”
