Page 30 of Glory Troll

Ollie: Are you free this evening?

For a moment, I thought he was going to surprise me, before I pushed my silly hopes aside.

Intense as it was, it was a holiday fling, nothing else.

Bo: Just got off the ice

Bo: so yes

Ollie: Can I call you? Later?

Ollie: I need to hear your voice.

Bo: I’ll be home in about two hours. My fridge is empty.

Ollie: My big boy’s got to eat

He sent a cheeky winking emoji. Could I…?

Bo: You know I love to eat

Ollie: *don’t think about the beard*

Ollie: Okay, not working.

Ollie: Mean, Bo

Ollie: Now I’m hard in my office

Fuck.

I flung the phone back into my locker and wrestled out of my gear. When I was only wearing my compression shorts, I unlocked it, aimed it so that my lower abs, my dick, and half of my thighs were visible.

Deciding not to wait for his answer, I stripped the sweat-drenched shorts and grabbed a fresh towel. Showering with a hard-on wasn’t something I needed right now. Or ever. They were nice looking, but just not…him.

When I came back, I dried off, and put on a fresh pair of boxers—there was nothing worse than putting on worn underwear after a shower. Then I allowed myself to check my phone.

Ollie: You are SO not helping, darling

Ollie: But dear Lord, your body is a work of art

Ollie: You’ve probably done about a thousand pushups today

In another life, I might have had a chance of stopping the grin from spreading on my face like a wildfire in dead brush. Ollie? He made me grin like the lovesick fool I was.

Bo: nine hundred ninety nine

I shot him a grinning emoji.

Ollie: But who’s counting

Ollie: So… Do I get to see the rest of you later?

Bo: You want nudes?

Bo: Just say the word

Bo: you can have anything you want

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