Page 61 of Don't Look Down

As it clenches and releases, I firmly rub for a moment before shoving in one finger. Two fingers. Pumping and thrusting. A groan escapes me. Fuck, it feels so good.

With my other hand, I cup my balls, rolling and tugging them. Teasing myself.

Grabbing the lube, I pump a generous amount into my hands, before I slick up the vibrating dildo. It looks so realistic; I’m practically salivating with the urge to suck it into my mouth. I love sucking cock, but now is not the time.

Gently, I grip my cock in one lubed hand, and the other presses the tip of the dildo firmly to my asshole. The toy thrusts over and over insistently, asking for entrance. I draw out the tease for a moment before shoving it steadily inside until it’s fully seated.Fucking hell, yes.My ass is so full.

The dual sensation of the vibration and thrusting makes me moan. Gripping the flared base, I pump the dildo in and out. In and out. Faster. Harder.More.

The slick sound of the toy makes my cock impossibly harder. My tip is flushed an angry purple color where it peeks out of my other fist.

The sensations build and my orgasm gets closer.

My mind replays Landon slamming his opponent into the boards. On an endless loop. It’s so fucking sexy. Another thrust, and I mercilessly peg my prostate with Bobby.

In and out.

In and out. It pegs my prostate again and again with a firm yet vibrating pressure. Forcefully milking more precum out of my dick, it pools on my abs. In my navel.

The scent of sex is heavy in the air. It’s such a deliciously intoxicating scent, it makes me salivate. I’m hungry for it. Starving for a taste.

I dip my finger into the mess, and suck it off. The fluid is slightly salty, but there’s a hint of sweetness. “Mmmmm.” The moan leaves me against my will.

Fisting my cock again, I start to jack myself off with renewed vigor. I need to come. My orgasm is building with the force of a freight train. It might just kill me. So many sensations all at once.

My head is light from the panting breaths rushing in and out of me.

My toes curl as my orgasm detonates, cock twitching with each violent spurt of cum. A helpless whimper escapes my throat at the pleasure overtaking me. “Unghhhhh, fuckkkkk.”

Cum shoots out onto my chest and abs. My body twitches uncontrollably with the spasms. My vision goes white, and against my will, I stop breathing. Breath held until the rush slowly fades.

One final rope of cum dribbles out, and I inhale a huge breath. The tension dissolves from my body, leaving me in a boneless heap of sweat, cum, and lube.

Holy fucking shit. Opening my eyes, I realize I can’t even see straight after that orgasm.

For now, I’m ignoring the fact that I’ve never come that hard before. On my own or otherwise. I’m definitely ignoring the fact that Landon slamming someone into the boards turned me on more than anything else ever has.

It seems a bit twisted and dirty, but my body was wholly on board with it.

My brain is another matter entirely.

I have to force myself to move. Cleanup is a must and surely the game is back on.

After a quick shower, I take my contacts out, change my sheets and settle into bed against my headboard to watch the remainder of the game. I’ve missed a bit of the third period. From what I gather, it’s not going well for my Bull Sharks.

New Jersey has possession of the puck, and the Bull Sharks seem to be struggling to get it back. It’s a bit of a mess. Their momentum from earlier in the game seems to be gone. Luc dekes, but the other team anticipates the move and steals the puck for a breakaway that results in a goal.

We can’t manage to keep the puck in the offensive zone. Shots on goal go wide. Their passes don’t quite make it to their intended target. New Jersey owned this period.

Davi blocks shot after shot, but another shot manages to find the net.

My boys take a three to two loss.

I’m obviously sad my team lost, but I’m crushed for Landon and Luc.

Aside from my own personal intermission, I’ve been texting Landon throughout the game. I send one final message to Landon.

Me: I’m sorry the game didn’t end very well. Next time you all will do better. I’m here whenever you’re ready to talk.

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