Page 63 of The Bro-code

Sweet Jesus.

That’s true.

Who cares about the bunnies, who cares about any other woman on campus, when Bay Woods’s nipples were pressed against my naked chest?

Fuck, I just wish I had lifted that thin, pale pink tank top over her head so I could feel her skin against mine.

What about those teeny, tiny silk sleep shorts that bared her toned, shapely legs?

My cock twitches in my suit pants and I swear there’s a bead of pre-cum leaking down the entire length of my shaft.

God knows why Coach insists on us turning up to the arena in a fucking suit for home games.

I have a real problem at hand.

There’s no way I’m getting a bj from one of the bunnies, so our winning streak ritual is in jeopardy.

I’m also hard as fuck and I can’t think straight right now.

Do what that text said, take care of yourself. You don’t want a bunny anyway right now. You could go into the shower and take matters into your own hands and you could think about Bay while you do it.

Now, that’s an idea.

It doesn’t do anything to guarantee our good luck ritual is fulfilled, but it takes care of my most immediate problem.

Do it, do it, do it.

What the fuck?

I shake my head, to get rid of that annoying voice in my head. It’s like that angel and devil on each shoulder type of thing, but in my case the angel is totally missing.

It’s because Bay is the angel in this situation, you dumb ass.

That’s true.

She looks like an angel too, with that golden blonde hair, those big intense blue eyes. But she has the body of a temptress and my mind is made up.

The devil on my shoulder wins. Not that there was any real struggle since the angel was MIA.

I rise from my seat on the wooden bench in front of my locker.

Usually I’d take a shower after the game, but I’ll double up on that today, so I can rub one out and think of my own, personal angel.

A pang of guilt rears its ugly head, that I’m letting the entire team down. Maybe I should have tried harder to find someone who was willing to help me with the pregame bj.

God knows that the bunnies aren’t the only girls who line up to hook up with me and my teammates.

The truth is that my heart wasn’t in it though and I doubt I would’ve even gotten hard for anyone that wasn’t Bay Woods.

So as I step under the warm spray of the shower, cock in my hand and mind going back to that hot kiss on Saturday night, all I can do is hope.

Hope that maybe I can figure out if Bay wants to kiss me again.

Hope that the pregame bj had no influence on our winning streak.

It takes me literally under one minute to come. The second I remember the feeling of Bay’s lips against mine, of her tongue exploring my mouth, a wave of heat collects at the base of my spine and my balls draw tight.

The memory of her perfect tits pressed against my chest finishes the job and the first spurt of cum shoots out of me, splattering against the shower’s wall.

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