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Turning for the final stretch, I realize that Doug has already turned, ahead of me by at least one and a half seconds.Fuck.Pouring every last ounce of power into my turn, I race after him, determined to catch him and make up the distance.

Smacking my hand against the side, I whip my head over to find Doug pushing his goggles up, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Nice try,Lame,” he snarks.

Breathing hard, I look up at Aldo and tear off my goggles. “How much did he beat me by?”

Aldo grins down at the both of us, turning his phone around to show me the timer. “Only by 1.03 seconds.”

Groaning, I extend my hand over to Doug. “Well done, McMann. Not bad for a grandpa.”

Doug takes my hand, but instead of shaking it, he pulls me toward him and shoves me under the water. I fight against him, pushing up and gasping for air.

“What the hell, asshole?” I splutter.

Doug just grins at me then turns to Aldo, resting his folded arms on the side of the pool. “My office. Now. Go get yourself ready for me.”

Aldo’s eyes widen, his lips parting, but Doug just pulls himself out of the pool, his muscles flexing as the water courses over his body.

“Now,” he repeats, fixing Aldo with a heated stare that has my own dick hardening. He steps closer, lowering his voice. “Supplies are in my desk. You have ten minutes. I want you naked on my couch and prepped by the time I get up there.”

Aldo swallows, his throat bobbing as he turns and heads toward the locker rooms.Fuck.The thought of him up in Doug’s office fingering himself open while we shower is too much to bear. Judging by the swell at the front of Doug’s jammers, he’s feeling the same way.

“You coming, Masters?”

My eyes widen, watching as Doug grabs a towel from the side of the pool and heads toward the locker rooms. “What?”

Whether he hears my question or chooses to ignore it, I have no idea. Does he want me to join him in the shower or is he talking about joining him and Aldo upstairs? Honestly, I wouldn’t turn down either option.

Climbing out of the pool, I grab my clothes and towel and hurry after him. He’s already in the shower, his brown hair dark and full of soap when I get in there, and I step into the neighboring stall, peeling off my jammers. I want to ask what he meant, but at the same time, I don’t want to make him change his mind. He doesn’t speak the whole time we shower, and I’m very aware of the raging hard on I’m sporting, sure that he’s in the same condition just a couple of yards away.

We towel off in silence, pulling on our sweats, although neither of us bother with underwear, and my heart is in my throat as I wait for some sort of cue. If he tells me to fuck off now, I’ll implode.

Throwing his towel over his shoulder as I toss mine into the laundry pile, he turns to me, and I know my face is the picture of hope. Doug glances down at where I’m tenting my sweats and grins, but I bite down on the inside of my cheek—holding back my response—playing nice.

When he gestures with his head for me to follow, I almost sag with relief. Still in silence, we head out of the locker rooms and along the corridor to the staircase that leads to his office. I’m so hard it’s almost painful as I picture Aldo on the other side of the door, naked and ready.

No matter the images my mind has conjured over the last ten minutes, nothing compares with what I see when Doug pushes open the door. The blinds are closed, with just Doug’s desk lamp on, casting a dull glow throughout the room. But it’s enough to see Aldo, lying naked on his back, one foot on the floor, the other leg bent as he fucks himself on his fingers. His eyes are closed, a faint sheen of sweat on his body, his dick hard against his stomach. He’s perfection and it’s a sight that will live rent-free in my head for the rest of my life.

We freeze in the doorway, and I swallow hard. Doug makes a sort of growly moaning noise, and then he moves—striding across the room like a man possessed.

Aldo watches with wide eyes, as Doug drops to the floor beside him and claims his mouth in a rough kiss that has me palming myself over my sweats. Aldo makes a needy sound, and Doug stands, tearing off his t-shirt and shoving down his sweats.

“On your knees,” he growls, giving his thick cock a firm stroke before tearing open a condom and rolling it on. “Hands on the back of the couch.”

Aldo moves quickly, and I can hardly breathe as Doug wastes no time coating his cock and lining himself up before pushing in.

“Fuck,” he moans on an exhale, his hands smoothing up Aldo’s back as he eases himself in up to the hilt. “You feel fucking amazing.”

Aldo’s head drops forward, the small sexy noises I’ve heard a few times now falling from his lips and causing me to stumble forward a step.

Doug reaches forward and pulls Aldo up against his chest, pressing kisses to his shoulders before turning his jaw and capturing his mouth. The ache in my dick is painful and I slide my hand down inside my sweats, unable to hold in my groan as I wrap my hand around the hard length and pull.

Doug breaks the kiss, turning to look at me over his shoulder. “Do you think you can take Masters’ cock in your mouth while I take your ass?”

Aldo’s head has fallen back against Doug’s chest, his breathing heavy. He moans and nods, his eyes almost black as he opens them and looks at me through his thick lashes.

My footsteps feel heavy as I move across the office, coming to stand behind the couch. Doug gently pushes Aldo back down, his hand on his spine, as I shove my sweats down to my thighs. Aldo gives me small smile as he opens his mouth for me, and I reach forward, threading my fingers in his hair. Words that I have no business thinking or saying form on my tongue, but I swallow them down.

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