Joe stood behind a glass shower door, the steam doing little to shield his naked body from my sight. His truly horrendous singing voice became white noise, like the sound of the water beating down on his lean body and the thumping of my heart in my ears. Damn, the man was fine. Lean, yes, perhaps even a little on the skinny side. He lacked the massive thighs and bubble ass of my fellow hockey players, but then again, he was a scientist, not a jock. His legs were long, his waist trim, and his shoulders wide enough to make that nice masculine V-shape. I pushed the door open just a bit more to clear the clouds of steam out, hoping to get a better look. My cock sprang back to life, hardening as my gaze latched onto his tight little ass. Fuck, but I loved a man with a little ass. He was lost in his shampooing, his butt cheeks scrubbing the shower door, wiping the steam away to show me two pert dimpled orbs. Oh fuck, the things I could do to and with an ass like that. I could spread those cheeks wide and bury my face between them, tease his puckered hole with my tongue until he dropped that repressed science dude persona and begged me to fuck him. Yeah, I bet once that man let go he was a wild one in bed. Biting and scratching, clawing at my back as I eased my dick into him inch by inch…
He needed to turn around. To show me his cock and balls and add a little more fuel to the fire that was already snapping in my veins.
I was so intent on his trying to get a view of his dick that when the water slowed then stopped, it didn’t register at first. The sound of the shower door rolling open snapped me out of my sexual stupor. I shot back to my room like a kid caught peeping at the neighbor’s teenage daughter.
Back to the door of my suite, heart hammering in my chest, dick stiff as a fire poker, I sniggered nervously, jazzed at the rush of nearly being caught. Then the misty image of Joe behind that foggy glass rose up. Shit, but he was a sexy, compact package. Smaller than me but nicely made. Knowing it was all kinds of wrong, I nonetheless let my hand skim down over my chest. My dick jumped when I took it in hand. With a soft grunt I pressed my thumbnail into the slit. A droplet of pre-cum beaded. Eyes now slipping shut, I brought that tiny bead to my tongue and lapped it clean. What would Joe taste like? Salty? Bitter? I sucked on my thumb as I stroked my dick, my orgasm hitting me so quickly I barely had time to gather a handful of robe and shove it into my mouth. I shot all over my palm, hot, thick ropes of cum that seeped between my fingers then dripped to the floor. My lungs were working serious OT as I fucked my hand like a maniac, a hot, wispy vision of Joe lying under me as I pounded him into an elliptical orbit or whatever the shit he had been going on about last night.
After my cock stopped pulsing, I spit out my robe and gazed down on the mess I’d made of myself.
“Well, this is a new jam, Penn.” I sighed then padded into the bathroom to shower off the evidence of my lust for my Manny.
“… see Mike Millerbeck going on about Boston?”
“Oh yeah, he’s a dick. Like how can they plug up a hole the size of Brady Rowe? You lose your captain, you lose the heart and soul of your team.”
Vlad clutched his chest. “I am touched to know that you all love me so deeply.”
“Ryker, any word on your uncle?” Alex asked.
Two conversations crossed each other. “Yeah, we love you like we love herpes, Vlad,” Alex pointed out.
“He’s not my uncle, Henry, he’s… well, maybe he is my uncle?” Ryker was so confused.
“He’s your father’s brother. Oh, hold on, I got to take this call. It’s Sebastian.” Alex stepped to one side to take the call, but Ryker kept on pondering.
“Tennant’s not my father, Alex, he’s my stepfather so Brady is like… my step-uncle? Is that even a thing? Colorado! Heads up!”
A soccer ball slapped me in the forehead with enough force to jolt the odd fizzing I-Have-A-New-Crush feeling out of my brain. The small group of Raptors gathered in the hallway outside our dressing room all stared at me. I cried out and did a death drop that any drag queen would be proud of. They all started laughing.
“Okay, enough theatrics. Are we playing soccer or are we auditioning for RuPaul’s Drag Race?” Vlad asked.
I sat up. Russians were always so serious about shit.
“I’d date RuPaul,” Henry said after he fetched the ball and returned with it.
“Yeah, we know you like glitzy guys,” Ryker teased, knocking the ball out of Henry’s grip then kicking it to Alex. Henry blushed rose-red but didn’t deny it. Vlad eyeballed me as I sat there on the floor with my legs in a lotus. “I prefer farm boys.”
Everyone made farm animal sounds. Ryker whipped the ball at Alex and the soccer game morphed into this wild game of dodge ball. I rolled to the left to avoid being cracked with the ball yet again after clucking like a chicken. Alex dove behind a passing equipment manager, mooing all the way. Vlad, being Vlad, rolled his eyes and padded off to go
