Page 55 of Relief Pitcher

The restroom door opened and closed again, and the whistling disappeared. A hand appeared under the stall divider, and I immediately recognized our “this guy has a big dick” hand signal. I let out a sharp laugh.

“No laughing at glory holes,” Ty said sternly.

I cleared my throat. “Sorry.”

“No talking either.”

“You’re talking too.”

“You started it.”

I grinned. “Technically, I laughed. You’re the first one who talked.”Yup. Definitely getting hard.

Ty huffed, then passed a wet wipe packet through the hole. I bit back another laugh. Ty was such a peculiar mix of goofy and practical. I wiped everything down on my side, then sucked in a breath when the tip of Ty’s tongue poked through the hole and wiggled around. With each movement, I could practically feel it against my skin. Teasing around the head of my dick, even lapping at my hole. I craved his tongue all over my body. The downside to fucking around in cars after practices meant little room to explore each other’s bodies. We hadn’t had sex in a bed since we’d met.

I pulled out my dick and began stroking, and it didn’t take long for me to get fully hard from the sound of skin rubbing against skin in the other stall. I itched to peek over and watch him touch himself.

Once I was hard enough, I pushed my dick through the hole and into the warm, wet heat of Ty’s mouth. It wasn’t the easiest position since my belly prevented me from getting flat up against it and through the hole as much as I wanted, but it didn’t matter because Ty lavished attention over every millimeter of skin he had access to. He tongued around my head, pressed the tip against my frenulum, greedily lapped at the precum beading at the tip, all while expertly stroking me. He played me better than Elton John could play a piano.

Despite my attention zeroing in on him, part of my awareness listened for people entering the restroom. The possibility of someone coming in at any moment and hearing us getting off had me barreling toward releasing into Ty’s eager mouth. I balled my fists and pressed them against the stall divider, dropping my head back between my shoulders as I pushed and pushed and pushed to get my aching cock deeper into Ty’s mouth. But it was Ty’s moans that finally pushed me to the edge. The vibration of his throat was in symphony with the skin slapping as his jerking off increased in intensity.

“Save that for me.” I damn near panted the words with how close I was. Ty applied the exact pressure I needed with his mouth and hand, and set me off. He moaned through taking my load. I pulled back and leaned against the other stall for a moment as I caught my breath. I hadn’t even been the one doing the work, but damn, that orgasm had taken it out of me. If I’d worn a smartwatch, it probably would’ve alerted me to call 9-1-1.

It only took a minute to catch my bearings because the need to get my mouth on Ty took over my focus. He had a flatter stomach and his dick was longer while mine was wider—so I got access to the bulk of his cock. Crouching in my catcher’s squat in a restroom, mouth around Ty’s dick, had mine valiantly attempting to rally. I’d be mortified if I got wood at our next practice from the muscle memory of sucking him off in that position. Might be worth it though. Ty would love it.

The restroom door opened, and I froze, expecting Ty to pull back. Instead, he pushed his dick even farther into my mouth.Oh, fuck yeah.I didn’t hold back as I did all the things I’d learned he liked. No one turned on the sink, closed a restroom stall, or started pissing at a urinal. But I heard heavy breathing that wasn’t coming from me or Ty. If they wanted a show, I’d give them one.

Ty’s moans grew louder as I worked my tongue overtime to get him off. I wanted the reward of his release. I felt reckless, and I loved it.

“Fuck yeah. That’s it.” I could almost feel him gripping my hair and petting my head like he usually did when I went down on him.

I nearly pulled off to say, “No talking at glory holes,” but he was too close. I wouldn’t do that to him. Not with how desperate he sounded.

“Yeah, get it,” the other person in the restroom said before their cell phone rang. “Cockblocking sonofabitch.” The restroom door quickly opened and closed as the person took a phone call.

Then Ty unloaded in my throat with a grunt and a thump against the stall divider. I eagerly swallowed and licked him clean until he pulled back.

“Jesus Christ. You damn near sucked me dry.”

I laughed as I stood and zipped myself up. “I could say the same. You might’ve gotten my last few brain cells pinging around too.”

His stall door opened, and I followed. He shot me a playful grin before washing his hands. As I pounded the lever for paper towels, I turned to him, unsure what came next. Usually, after getting off post-practice, we went home. But a Saturday night hookup? We were out of our routine.

Ty tossed his paper towels in the trash and looked uncertain, but it was gone in a heartbeat. “Want to get some food? There’s a place near here that has amazing birria tacos. I worked up a fucking appetite.”

“Sounds delicious. I’m in.”

I couldn’t help but wonder if Ty wanting to hang out after fooling around meant he was feeling something for me. I was feeling things for him that scared the hell out of me. Falling for Ty was like unlocking the first latch protecting the box around my heart. I wasn’t sure I could live through that kind of pain a second time, but I couldn’t walk away from Tyler McNeill. Not yet. He had me wrapped around his finger, and there was nowhere else I wanted to be.

CHAPTER26

TYLER

Team Tap That Group Text

Austin: What is Aunt Carolyn making for you guys for dinner tonight?

Ty: Meatloaf [drool emoji]

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