This is big.
This is important.
This means something.
His hands slide down my back to cup my ass. Mine are all over his shoulders and chest, the pads of my fingers playing in the fine patch of hair between his pecs.
“Are you ready?” I ask when our lips unlock so we can come up for air.
He lifts his knees to his chest, exposing the tight, puckered rim of his asshole. “For you, I was born ready.”
My chest constricts. I’m not a deeply philosophical guy, but the way Kolby looks underneath me—his hair all sex-mussed, his eyes glassy, his breaths coming short and shallow—makes me realize again how huge this is.
And I’m not talking about my dick. Or his. Although they’re both pretty damn huge right now.
He spreads his knees apart, opening himself even wider to me. “Are you going to screw me or stare at me all day?”
I rip open the foil packet and roll the condom down my length. Kolby’s eyes never leave my cock, his fingernails digging into my thighs. Then I open the bottle of lube, using a liberal amount on myself before putting some on my fingers and gently probing him.
“I told you, I’m ready,” he whines in a tone of voice I’d normally find irritating. But in this circumstance, his not-so-quiet desperation is a massive turn-on. “Quit messing around and do it already.”
I give him one more fevered kiss then grab the base of my cock and position it at his entrance. No matter how ready he insists he is, I don’t want to risk hurting him, so I enter him slowly, carefully, watching his face as I do to make sure he’s okay. There’s nothing but pleasure there, an expression I’m sure is matched on mine.
I grit my teeth and push in a little deeper, willing myself not to blow my load like a fucking teenager before we’ve even gotten started. No easy feat. He’s hot and tight and it feels so damn good. When I’m balls deep inside him, I start thrusting, angling my hips to hit his prostate.
“Yes,” Kolby hisses, closing his eyes. “There. Right there.”
I thrust again. In and out. Over and over. Faster and faster. Kolby’s body tenses and his heels press into my back, and I know he’s going to come. It’s a good thing, because I’m not going to be able to hold off much longer either.
He lets loose, spraying his chest and hand with come. Once I see that he’s satisfied, there’s no more holding back. I follow him over the edge, powerless to stop my own orgasm, which seems to go on forever.
I collapse on top of him then roll to my side so I don’t crush him, taking him with me. We lie that way for a few minutes, naked, sweaty, and intertwined, as we catch our breath and our heartbeats slow to a normal pace.
When my brain cells start to function again, I carefully disentangle myself from him and toss the condom into the trash can under my desk. Then I throw on a pair of gym shorts and sling a towel over my shoulder.
Kolby comes up behind me and nibbles my neck. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I usually don’t shower before practice, but unless I want to show up smelling like sex, today’s an exception. And unlike you, Mr. Fancy Resident Assistant, I don’t have my own private bath. Which means I have to go down the hall.”
He rests his forehead on my back. It’s cool against the warm skin between my shoulder blades. “I guess that means showering together is out.”
“Sadly, yes.” I turn around so I’m facing him, unsurprised to find that he’s still stark naked. I’ve never met anyone so comfortable in his own skin as Kolby.
I take the towel from my shoulder, sling it around his neck and pull him toward me. “But you can take one after me if you want. I’ll give you a spare towel, and you can use my shampoo and body wash.”
“Thanks. I don’t mind if I do.” His hands come up to cover mine, which are still holding on to the towel. “Meet me at V and V after practice? We can grab a drink when my shift is over then go back to my place.”
“Sure. But it’s okay if we come back here. We don’t have to hide anymore, remember?”
“I remember. And I can’t put in words know how much that means to me.” He kisses me, showing me with his lips what he can’t say with them. “But now I’ve got this vision stuck in my head. You and me showering together. Soaping each other up. Getting each other off before we rinse each other off.”
My barely recovered dick starts to harden again. Looks like this shower is going to be a cold one. But they won’t all be.
I remove the towel from around his neck and swat him playfully on the butt.
“I’m in.”
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