Page 25 of Pitch Prince

“You know, I’m having a better time talking with you about someone who threw up all over us than I was at the bar with the whole team,” I confessed.

“Me too,” said Rhys. He held out an empty glass to clink against mine. “Good friends are hard to come by. “

I smiled at him, but then yawned. Whisky could send me to sleep any day. I was a bad Scotsman not being able to handle three drams of whisky.

“I need sleep,” I said. “I’m getting old.”

Rhys laughed. “Tell me about it. But I need a shower first.”

I sniffed myself. “Fucking hell, yeah.” We both moved at the same time to stand up and went into the bedroom. Rhys placed the whisky glasses and bottle down on the counter and I walked past him to the bathroom.

“I can’t believe you took advantage of my kindness to have a shower first,” he called after me.

I turned back to face him. Rhys had his hand on one defined hip, and was looking at me in mock-anger. I’d managed to avoid looking at him too much in the darkness of the balcony but he really was beautiful. He was wearing bright blue boxer briefs that packaged him nicely and his body looked more fit and toned than ever after a week of hard training.

I knew from experience that whisky would stop my cock flying at full mast. And I was feeling bold, and stupid. “Want to come in?” I asked. “We’ve showered enough times together with the team that it’s not weird.”

Rhys hesitated for a second. “Sure you won’t find it strange?” he asked.

“…yeah. I’m sure.” I turned my back to him and headed into the bathroom and dropped my pants before turning on the luxurious waterfall shower. I could do this, just showering with a mate. I had done this so many times with so many other rugby players. I stepped under the shower and started washing myself, and only flinched a little when I heard the door close behind me.

He was here. And I felt the disruption of the water flow as Rhys stepped under the flow behind me. I didn’t know why I was torturing myself but I turned to face him. We were close enough to touch, but still further away than I was usually from anyone in the confined space of rugby showers. So why did being around Rhys feel so electric?

We both soaped up in silence, avoiding eye contact with one another completely. But every now and then I thought his eyes roved down my body. I did the same, how body looking like it was carved by Michaelangelo as rivulets of water coursed down his chest, through divots in his abs and over a cock that wasn’t as big as mine, but looked fucking perfect to me. Where the rest of his body was almost a smooth hairless plane, his cock was surrounded by perfectly trimmed pubes a few shades darker than his blonde hair. As he soaped up his cock, he finally caught my eye.

My cock fought against its usual whisky-imposed exile, and to my horror I started to get hard. Rhys noticed too, and he looked back up at me. We stared at one another for a second. When I finally allowed my eyes to drift downward again, Rhys was hardening too.

Fuck.What could I do? I felt like I’d lured him into the shower under false pretences. But Rhys’ hand was tugging at his cock now, not just soaping up. He was deliberately agitating himself in front of me and as I watched we both got to full mast, my cock almost touching his but sitting just above it under the shower water.

He spoke first. “I know you’ve been…frustrated over the last couple of days. If you want to let it out, that’s fine. I…I could do with a release myself.”

Almost like he’d given me permission, I reached down to stroke my cock, looking at his as I did so.Fully hard, he’d caught up to me in length. But I was thicker than him by far. Just the sight of him touching himself was enough to make me want to finish, but I stroked slowly, savouring every second. This was my first sexual experience with a man, and if it was my last with Rhys I wanted to make it last.

“Is this OK?” he asked. I nodded silently, not trusting myself to speak. I wanted to touch him, to lean in to kiss him. But that felt strange, and maybe he wouldn’t want that. Our hands brushed one another as we both leaned in closer, still stroking ourselves. I matched his rhythm and soon we were both breathing heavily, leaning so close I would only have to move an inch to claim his mouth with mine. Our hands brushed each other again, and I laughed nervously. Rhys took his hand off his own cock and brushed against mine again.

“May I?” he asked. I nodded, moving my hand away.

His hands were just a little smaller than mine. His hand clasped around my thicker cock, his thumb and forefinger just about touching as he started to move it up and down my shaft, exposing the pink head of my cock as he did.

“Fuck, Rhys,” I said, finally managing to get some words out. I kept my hands to my side, too afraid to touch him. He pushed me out of the direct spray and up against the cold shower wall, one hand on my stomach and the other on my cock.

And then Rhys Prince sank to his knees in front of me. “Let me make your feel good,” he said.

I nodded again, and his pretty lips brushed the tip of my cock. I shuddered, holding in a groan. I wanted to put one hand on his head and push him down on to my cock, but I kept them both balled up at my sides to avoid temptation.

He started off gentle, licking and kissing at the very tip as he pulled the foreskin over the head and back again to milk re-cum out of me. And then he got bolder, taking me halfway into his mouth before drawing back again. I noticed one hand drop to his own cock as he kneeled between my legs, and he started wanking himself hard and fast as he started to take me more roughly, drawing almost all of my thick cock into his mouth, gagging and pulling back.

My moans could probably be heard down the corridor but I didn’t care, Rhys was bringing me so close to orgasm in the most intense way I’d ever had. I felt my tip touch the back of his throat, and when I looked down at Rhys’ lips stretched around my cock, his mouth at the very hilt, I lost it.

“Fuck, I’m going to…”

Rhys pulled off my cock smoothly, using one hand to stroke me as he did the same with his, getting faster and faster on both of our cocks until we were both moaning and spilling in unison. He angled my cock toward his chest and his own upwards so that he was covered in both of our releases. My load was a week coming, and I watched as it coated him. I had never been so turned on in my life.

For just a second, life was serenity. I looked down at the most beautiful man I’d ever known and he looked up at me, and I thought I would want this for the rest of my life.

And then Rhys’ expression became inscrutable. He stood quickly, grabbing the shampoo and washing the evidence off his body and down the drain.

“Thanks, I needed that,” he said. And then he left the bathroom without another word.

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