Page 84 of Hey, Stepbro

BROCK

My muscles ache as I limp out of the locker room, the long football practice I’m wrapping up killing my quads.

Coach told me I was more focused today, so at least that was good.

It's all thanks to Blakely and his unwavering support. To think he’d ever be the reason I wouldn’t give my all on the field—ha.

He pushes me to be the best version of myself. Fuck what Coach says.

I hop in the shower. To my amusement, Justin and Pablo are already soaping up, tickling each other.

They playfully smack each other's asses, laughing and joking around. Their dicks grow to half chubs between their legs, but it's all in good fun. These moments of camaraderie with my teammates are some of the best parts of being on the team.

Once I'm finished showering, I wrap a towel around my waist and leave the locker room. As I walk across the campus towards Dad's house, I'm filled with anticipation for the secret surprise he promised me yesterday.

"Hey, Brock," a teammate calls out, high-fiving me as he jogs by. "You were on fire today."

"Thanks, man." Despite my sore body, his encouragement makes me grin.

The chilly fall air nips at my exposed skin, causing goosebumps to rise along my arms. The smell of damp leaves and earth fills my nostrils as I take a deep breath, admiring the vibrant oranges, yellows, and reds of the surrounding trees.

Halloween is right around the corner. Call me a dork, but I can't wait to wear those silly Batman and Superman costumes Blakely and I picked out after our date when we watchedThe Notebook.

As I approach Dad's house, my phone buzzes in my pocket. A text fromAnimalLoverlights up my phone.

AnimalLover:Maybe we should stop talking. I found something real, and I don't want to hurt my boyfriend.

Me:Me too. I wish you the best. Maybe in a few months, all four of us could meet up and go to a game or something as friends?

AnimalLover:Sounds wonderful.

The idea brings a smile to my face, and I imagine Blakely and me sitting in the stands withAnimalLoverand his boyfriend, cheering on the Iowa pro team together. It sounds like a great time—forging a new friendship while still cherishing our romantic relationships.

Sliding my phone back into my pocket, I focus on the beautiful afternoon. I’m gladAnimalLoverreached out to me, and that we’re on the same page.

When I push open the front door to Dad’s house, the sight that greets me nearly stops my heart.

"Surprise!"

Blakely stands in the middle of the living room, completely naked except for my oversized Rawdogs jersey. His slender frame is swallowed by the fabric, and his excited cock is evident beneath it.

"Blakely," I groan, taking in the sight of him. "You look so hot in that."

"Couldn't wait any longer." His cheeks flush a brilliant shade of pink. "Sorry for distracting you from football, but I can't help myself. I'm too horny for you, stepbro. Do you appreciate the gift?"

"Appreciate" is an understatement. My pulse races, and simmering heat stirs in my groin as I drink in the sight before me.

"You have no idea how sexy you are." My voice is raspy and deep. "How hard you fucking make me."

I stride across the room and scoop him up into my arms. He giggles like a schoolboy and wraps his legs around my waist.

"Really? You think so?" His hands rest on my shoulders.

"If you had any idea how much you turn me on, you’d hightail that pretty ass right out of here before I tear it to pieces."

Blakely bites his lip, then leans in close to whisper in my ear, "Do it."

His breath tickles my earlobe, sending electricity down my spine. My mind races with thoughts of the unrelenting need growing between us, and I realize that while football is important to me, nothing compares to the overwhelming desire I have for my stepbrother in my arms.

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