The high school gym cleared out fast. The players were always anxious to get home to shower since they weren't authorized to use the facilities on-site. The only people who ever attended the games were family members, a few friends, women--and a few men--looking to score, and the sports writers for the local newspaper. Their league was definitely small time, but it was a hell of a lot of fun. Anything that put Alex closer to Sam was a godsend.
"So, I'll see you at Carter's in about an hour?" Alex asked as he and Sam walked out to the parking lot.
"You bet." Sam clasped him on the shoulder. Was it Alex's imagination that he kept it there a few seconds longer than was the norm?
"How about I pick you up?" Sam suggested. "It'll save having yet another vehicle in front of Carter's house."
"Sounds great." His heart ka-thumped against his ribs.
"Great. See you in an hour." There was a subtle squeeze to Alex's shoulder before Sam dropped his arm and walked on to a blue Buick sedan that matched his eyes.
Alex somehow managed to make his body move. He felt like a walking hard-on, tight all over. The jock strap cut off his circulation. He fought the urge to adjust things. His dick and balls got claustrophobic real fast when they didn't have the freedom they wanted. Every step toward his compact white pick-up was agony.
He lifted a parting wave to another team member, then seated his key and swung the door open. Getting behind the steering wheel was another painful issue. After a quick look around to make sure he wasn't being spied on, Alex tugged and pulled at the support while he slipped into his seat. It only made things worse. Now the elastic nailed the head of his cock at the wrong angle.
Alex fumbled for a towel from his gym bag, draped it over his lap, and shoved down the penis straightjacket. His erection sprung to freedom, tenting the towel. He sighed with relief and curled his fingers around it, offering a stroke in apology. The greedy cock wanted more. It wanted attention. It wanted to come. It wanted Sam's lips around it, his fingers caressing it, his ass begging for it.
He tried to tuck his penis between his clutched thighs. Not only was it impossible with the jock strap wedged down, but Alex couldn't drive that way. And if he kept toying with his dick like this, someone was bound to see him. He pressed the towel over his lap, then tucked the edges under him. It was hopeless. Nothing would deflate the menace.
Well ... one thing would.
Alex left the towel draped over his lap and pointed his truck toward home. A white-knuckled grip kept his fingers around the steering wheel. His unruly penis kept pushing its head up as if to help drive. And when he pulled into his driveway, it looked like every neighbor within a five-block radius had decided to be outside.
Killing the engine, he pulled his jock into place as best he could, then used his gym bag as a shield while he darted inside. Thankfully, no one did more than wave at him. It was his lucky day; hopefully, in more ways than one.
He pressed his back against the door after he'd closed it and stripped his shorts off where he stood ... then slid to the tile with his hand wrapped around his cock. The cold floor did nothing to shock his system to a controllable level. If anything, he'd swear the heat from his body melted the ceramic back into slurry. He imagined himself splayed before Sam, at his mercy to do with whatever he wished, whatever he commanded. His balls tightened at the thought, pushing drops of pre-cum to the gaping slit at the top of his rigid dick.
Alex brushed his thumb over the head, smearing the sticky residue around until it glistened. He shoved the other hand between his legs, kneading his sac, which was now as hard as the penis waving above it. He slipped lower, to the tight hole beneath, pushing for entrance while he fisted his erection. Back to his testicles, weighing, massaging, delving between them. That's what Sam would do--shove him wide and gobble him up.
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A lifetime of living in secret? Or a lifetime of living alone? The answer isn't so simple when careers are at risk and a friendship could be lost. Firefighter Alex Randall and Marine Captain Sam Blevins have been best friends and near constant companions since fate brought them together during a traffic collision. But even best friends don't tell all. Each man harbors hidden secrets--the fact that each is gay, and that they both want each other ... love each other. There's a lot at stake by reaching out for the one you love, the one you need, the one who makes you live. A lot to lose, and even more to gain, if they are willing to be secret lovers... Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Series
