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My fingers freeze and my eyes snap to his when I find it wet and sloppy.

The knowing grin this guy sends me damn near has my balls seizing. He’s a surprise at every turn.

“I was already fucked once tonight but couldn’t come. Wanna help me out?” His breathing is ragged as I press two fingers in. He’s slick with cum and I groan around his dick. How did I misread him so badly? Was he uncertain because of his need to get off? Does he have some kind of performance anxiety or was he afraid of being slut-shamed?

“If I make you come, I’m fucking you afterward,” I tell him in no uncertain terms.

He smirks at me and bites his lip. “Fair is fair. Earn it and you can use me.”

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

It takes me a minute to find it, but when I drag my fingers over his prostate, he whimpers and arches into me. I smile around his dick and keep a steady rhythm on that magic spot until he can’t keep still. His hips roll and his fists clench as he rides the power of pleasure. He’s almost past the point of no return, and for a split second, I contemplate pulling away and letting him suffer for a minute longer. But my own need to be buried deep inside of him is too fucking strong.

“Oh fuck,” he whimpers before the salty tang of his cum hits the back of my tongue, and I swallow around him. My throat milks every drop out of his balls while he buries his face in his arms and moans like the little whore he is tonight. Used and abused and sexy as fuck.

He’s limp and his breathing is ragged as I let him fall from between my lips and slip my fingers from him.

He groans as I stand and open my pants. My own dick is angry and red and ready for some goddamn relief. I push his hip until he’s half on his side, his shoulders still elevated in the corner, so he’s looking at me as I spread his cheeks and find his hole. I waste no time working him open, just slide all the way to the hilt in a solid thrust of my hips.

“Such a good little slutty boy,” I moan with one hand gripping his thigh and the other gripping his hair. I pull out slowly, and he whimpers before I snap my hips sharply, taking him deep and hard, enjoying the way his body sucks me in and holds me tight.

“Come for me,” he whispers in a sweet tone that belies what we’re doing. “Fill me up.”

Holy fucking cum gods, nothing in my life has ever been as hot as this exact moment. I have no control over my orgasm as it bursts from my body. My knees buckle, and I have to lean on the back of the bench and his thigh or I’ll fall. I’ve never experienced an orgasm like this, have it last this long, or have it ride me like it was going for gold at the Olympics.

I can’t breathe or think. I’m barely able to hold on as my eyes roll back in my head. Someone is moaning and I think it’s me, but I honestly have no fucking idea anymore. My hips buck of their own accord for long minutes until they finally stop, and I sag over his body. I don’t even know his name, but I really fucking want to. I have to see him again. Just to see if it’s this good a second time. This man will be my undoing if we can repeat this. And I definitely want a repeat.

2

Joey

As soon as he’s able to stand, I pull up my pants and bolt. What the fuck was I thinking? What an idiot.

Anxiety licks at my insides as I rush from the club and call an Uber once I’m on the next block. Jesus, fuck. Why?

I run a hand through my hair, that my mom bitches is too long, and pull my hood up to help block the biting wind. It’s winter in downtown Denver, and I’m in jeans and a sweatshirt. Great plan, genius. My phone beeps, telling me my driver is pulling up, and I turn around to find a silver SUV pulling to a stop next to the sidewalk. The window rolls down about an inch, and I hear a female voice ask, “Are you Joey?”

I hold up my phone next to the window so she can see I’m the one she’s supposed to be picking up, and she unlocks the doors for me to climb in. She doesn’t try to chat with me on the drive, which I’m grateful for. My knee bounces, and I chew on my thumbnail as I stare out the window at the city passing by me.

What if someone recognized me? I’m the captain of the hockey team at one of the biggest universities in town. It’s entirely possible someone in there knew who I was. I don’t want the drama of coming out my senior year. All I want is to finish the season and graduate.

My stomach clenches, and I rub a hand over it. The feel of the logo on the fabric has me looking down at it. We pass under a streetlamp, and the Darby U logo glows up at me. Holy fuck. Seriously? Way to be inconspicuous, dumbass.

I groan and cover my eyes with my hand.

“Hey, if you need to puke, let me know so I can pull over,” the driver says, and I give her a thumbs-up instead of speaking.

Images from the club flash in my head. The flashing colored lights made it harder to see, but from what I could tell, he was beautiful. Muscular enough to push me around and do what he wanted with me, not that I fought him. I’ve never hooked up with a stranger in a bar before. Meeting up with some hookup I’ve been chatting with and letting him fuck me, sure.

But it wasn’t great, and I was still horny, so I let my dick lead me to a club. A place I knew I could find someone to fuck me.

I groan again as the car pulls to a stop. I peek out from my fingers and see my dorm, so I get out and wave at the driver. All I can think about right now are my bad decisions and how much I need a shower.

Since it’s almost Christmas, no one has games right now, so the jock building is only about half full. Looks like tonight is a typical clusterfuck of drinking and being dumbasses. I just don’t care. Get alcohol poisoning and enjoy explaining that to Coach at practice tomorrow.

Guilt eats at me as I bypass the screaming freshmen and sophomores and hit the button for the elevator while cum drips from my ass. The doors slide open, and I step inside, grateful it’s empty, and lean against the handrail on the back wall. I’m exhausted.

The ride up is quick, and my roommate is out, so I don’t need to pretend everything is fine. I just strip my clothes off and get in the shower. The hot water pounding on my muscles relaxes my body. I’m almost boneless as the steam fills the room and I scrub the night from my skin. Maybe I can forget how amazing that guy felt against me, inside me. I don’t have time for a relationship or even a fuck buddy, really. I’m busy until the season is over, and unless the person I’m trying to talk to is an athlete, they don’t get that. Hockey comes first. It has to.

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