When I came, it was holding the back of his head and pushing my hips forward until I was buried in his throat. I didn’t just feel each spurt of cum, but could actually watch as the lastinch or so of my dick stuck out from his lips. Not once did he break eye contact, his fingers tightening around my ass as he held me as my body twitched with each pleasurable spurt.
Careful not to make too much noise, I sighed and let go of him. He eased back, his lips swollen but a grin on his face as he got up and kissed me, clearly not opposed to giving me a taste of my own...medicine. Not that it bothered me, and I snorted as I kissed him back, then pushed him away. “Go on, you, otherwise I’m going to regret that there’s only water-based lube around here.”
“Probably so peopledon’tfuck in the showers.” He chuckled, winking and heading for the door, not worried about rinsing off the spring water more than he already had by kneeling in front of me.
Smiling, I took an extra couple of minutes to wash and rinse my hair before grabbing my towel and walking into the locker room. I was wondering if Clay had gone on ahead when I heard his voice, low and irritated. “I don’t know what fucking school you learned English from, but last I fucking checked, no meant no. Do you need it in Spanish? Here...no. French? Non. German? Nein. Just no, dude, let it go.”
“Fuck you,” I heard another voice say angrily, and I recognized Logan, one of the men I knew had been with Clay in the past. “You walk around, acting like a cocktease all the time, but the minute I wanna call you on it, you act like a little bitch?”
I stepped around the corner to see Clay dressed in underwear, while Logan stood in loose pants and a shirt. Clay was scowling harder than I’d ever seen. “The only one acting like a little bitch is you because you’re being rejected. Well, welcome to being an adult; it happens to people all the time. Take the hint. No, you know what, it’s not a hint, it’s me saying no and telling you to fuck off with your bullshit, so how about that? Fuck off and no.”
“What, find yourself a piece of experienced ass and you just dip? Fuck you, man, you’re the one who started this shit,” Logan said, grabbing his junk. God, that was the kind of thing you’d expect from some cheesy asshole in a middle-of-the-road, coming-of-age movie.
Clay glanced at what he was doing before giving Logan a push. “Step off, and don’t fucking talk about Isaac like that. The only ‘piece of ass’ I had was you, and I already told you that’s all you were. So, suck it up and fuck off. I’m not saying it again.”
“Fuck you,” Logan repeated, unable to come up with anything as biting as he was hoping for, as he turned from Clay.
Clay watched, then turned back to his locker, grabbed something, and was apparently done with the conversation. I, however, could see the way Logan was eying him, his body wire tight and half turned from Clay. I had seen that posture more than once, and I knew what was coming next. I stepped into view, though it would require Clay to look up to see me.
Logan’s arm bunched up as he turned toward Clay, his fists tight, and he stepped forward. Without thinking, I stuck my foot out and sent Logan stumbling, making him bark his shins on the bench that ran between the lockers.
“That wasn’t very sportsmanlike,” I said calmly as Clay jerked to face us, his eyes wide and mouth open in surprise.
Logan, though, was furious, either because I’d interrupted or because I’d embarrassed him in the process. Whatever his reason, he wasted no time spinning around with a snarl once he had his footing and launched himself at me before Clay could figure out what was happening. I had been expecting that as well and, without thinking, pulled off a maneuver that had been drilled into me.
I stepped slightly to the side, grabbing Logan’s arm to keep it stiff, and gently guided it past me. He twisted at the last second when he realized what was going to happen, but I continued,forcing him to hit one of the lockers with a harsh noise that made me wince. It was made worse when his arm folded under him, and his forehead hit another locker before he caught himself and spun around to stare at me in shock.
“You mother…” Clay growled as he advanced, but I stepped forward, putting a hand on his chest and keeping him there with a stare.
“Hey,” I said, leaning until he was forced to look at me instead of focusing on Logan. I knew it was a bad idea to turn my back on someone who’d just tried to hit me, but I knew that even looking into my eyes, Clay was more than aware of whatever Logan was doing and wouldn’t let me come to harm.
“He just tried to fucking deck you,” Clay protested, anger flashing in his eyes.
“And in case you don’t realize what happened, I defended myself, and that was after I stopped him from getting in a cheap shot on you,” I told him with a smirk. “I’m capable of handling myself.”
“What the hell is going on in here?” I heard a sharp voice demand, and I turned to find Luka standing there, a frown etched on his face as he looked at the three of us while he held his towel against his hips. My towel had been lost at some point, and it was kind of a miracle I hadn’t accidentally tripped over it since it was right in the middle of everything.
I frowned when Luka’s eyes rested on Clay. “The only thing Clay did was tell Logan here to stop being pushy about getting laid. And last I checked, that’s not wrong.”
Luka blinked, his eyes going wide as if he realized what it looked like, and shook his head. “Wait, what?”
I explained what I’d overheard, and Clay agreed. “And Logan tried to attack him while Clay’s back was turned. Clay didn’t do anything except mind his own business. I was the one who ended up getting into a, uh, scuffle with Logan.”
Luka looked at me, then looked at Logan, who, while about my height, was bigger than me, and then back to me. “And you, uh, didn’t get hurt?”
“I think the only thing hurt was a couple of lockers, his fist, and his head,” I said and looked at Logan coldly. “And his pride.”
Logan snarled again and leapt toward me, and I wasn’t surprised to find myself pulled back. I was so unsurprised, in fact, that I hopped over the bench as I turned to make sure the heavy blow I’d heard was Clay getting a punch in rather than the other way around. And sure enough, Logan was sprawled on the floor, the anger gone from his eyes as he looked up in dazed confusion at the three of us, a red mark growing on his jaw.
“Nowyou can accuse me,” Clay said with a snort and stepped back from Logan with a grumble. I couldn’t be sure, but I guessed he was mad that all he could do was get one good punch in when I was sure everything in him was demanding he do a lot more. Considering the extent of Clay’s temper, admittedly fueled by grief and sorrow when I’d seen it, Logan had gotten off lucky.
“I wasn’t...” Luka began and then sighed. “You’re right, I was starting to accuse you without actually saying it. That’s fucked up on my part, and you still get on my nerves, but you didn’t deserve that just because you don’t know when to stop acting like a walking boner.”
“Why does everyone have to keep saying that?” Clay muttered as he turned to look at me.
“I’m not saying the shoe fits, but I am saying that if you talk about Nike all the time, people are going to assume you’re a fan,” I said with a smile, winking to show him I was perfectly fine.
“Fantastic,” Luka muttered, stepping forward to glare down at Logan, whose dazed look was starting to clear. “Alright, I’m not going to pretend I’m capable of manhandling you, so are you going to be a problem?”
