Page 11 of Shift Change

With a shaky breath, I accepted my fate: I was a full-blown pervert, at least for the day. I inspected the shorts again. Dog’s drawers. Did he wear them often? Work out in them? Lounge around the house? God, did he wear them on dates?

As if I hadn’t already done it twice, I lifted them for yet another sniff, purely in the name of science. Clean as hell, yet somehow there was a little bit of Dog. I looked inside the pouch where his cock and balls would go. Dick here. Balls here. I poked the spots, as if physically marking them would deactivate whatever the hell had me so interested.

The room had gotten hot, so I kicked offmyboxers. And then the idea came to me. After looking around like there might be hidden cameras in the room, I touched my dick with Dog’s underwear. Mm, soft. I did it again, and then again. Shit, I got hard. In fact, I was more than hard; I was goddamn erect as hell.

Before I knew it, I’d put his boxers on and started squeezing my cock through the soft fabric. It felt damn good. Figuring a little more couldn’t hurt, I gave myself a few jerks—which developed into a pattern—and then kept doing it until there was a big wet spot on Dog’s underwear. My precum had soaked through another man’s shorts.Fucking hell.

I was so hard the underwear was strangling me, so I pulled my dick through the fly. The freedom was exhilarating. I was too horny to stop, so since I had to wash them anyway, I gave in and started jerking off for real. My right hand flew up and down my shaft while I fondled the cotton fabric with my left.

Jerking off in Dog’s underwear was hot as hell. He’d probably done the same thing while wearing them. It was almost like he was here with me, and though I sure as fuck didn’t want to jack off with him, imagining him doing it—his big dick jutting out at a crazy angle like mine—was hotter than blazes.

Wonder what he thinks about when he gets off?

My mind raced. I tried to focus on memories of fucking some girl, but I couldn’t think of anyone specific, and vague images of female anatomy weren’t cutting it.

Dog’s a stud. How long’s it been since he fucked someone?I jerked harder.I’m close. I won’t last much longer.

Now, which girl am I fucking? She’s really wet, and I’m…

Images of Dog played in my head.He’s naked, ready for a shower, still a little sweaty from practice. Standing under the water while it sluices down his body and runs over his dick. Jesus, while it trickles over his long, fat cock, and those big juicy nuts.

I jerked faster, about to come.

Hell yes, Dog beats off in these boxers, and I am too.

Goddammit!I came hard, rearing up off the bed and chanting “fuck, fuck, fuck” with every spurt.

When it was over, I collapsed in shock, panting for breath, still squeezing my dick and milking out the last drops. My hand was drenched. I lifted my head, glanced down, and laughed. Thick white ropes had striped my abs, a few stray drops decorated my thighs, and a rogue stream had squirted across the comforter. Dog’s boxers were a full-blown disaster. I chuckled again, wondering if he’d ever made such a big mess on them before.

Doubt—or guilt—began gnawing its way through my post-orgasmic haze. I’d sure as hell never done anything like this before, but it wasfine. No one knew, nobody was hurt, and I hadn’t come so hard in a long time.

Tomorrow, I’d do laundry and take Dog’s boxers back to his room.

5

mad dog

Holky had gottenweird on me. One minute we were having a great time laughing and talking shit like we’d known each other for years. The next, he went quiet and cagey. Had I touched something off-limits or made a joke I shouldn’t have? Hell if I knew.

Figuring he needed space, I left him alone and crashed in my room. The last few days had been nonstop with getting called up, saying goodbye to the Soldiers, and hauling ass to Buffalo. I’d barely slept last night, wired with nerves about my first day with the Warriors. Thankfully, I’d made it through morning skate without falling on my ass or puking in a trash can, which counted as a win. Holky had seemed glad to have me staying with him, and I hoped he hadn’t changed his mind.

I fell into such a deep sleep that when I woke up, it took a moment to process the absolute chaos unfolding around me. First, the light—way too bright, and way too much. Then, the yelling. And finally, the bed-quaking pandemonium of a grown man jumping like an overgrown toddler on a sugar bender.

“Wake up, rookie!” Holky bellowed, laughing like a maniac. “Let’s go eat.”

I groaned, dragging a pillow over my face. “The fuck?”

“You slept too long. There’s no time to waste, so get up, get up, getup!”

The bedsprings screeched in protest as he continued bouncing around. If I hadn’t been so addled, I’d have laughed because the squeaking bed sounded exactly like someone was fucking on it.

I threw the pillow aside and glared at him. “What the actual fuck is wrong with you?”

He flung himself into a dramatic sprawl beside me, propping his head on one hand like he wanted to have a chat. The lunatic who’d waged war on my nap had disappeared. “Told you I could find extreme measures to wake you up.”

“Go to hell.”

“Thank fuck you’re awake,” he said. “I was starting to think you’d gone full Sleeping Beauty on me. How the hell was I supposed to explain that to Coach?Sorry, sir, Mad Dog went into a coma because he was too lazy to get up and eat dinner.Think that would work?”

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