Page 42 of Pitch Prince

“It’s…for the best, I think. Did you see the rest of the stuff?” I asked.

“Yup. People are pricks,” Callum said. “I can’t believe people were so determined to bring him down.”

After the first video, the floodgates had opened. Finn hadn’t been the most scrupulous in choosing his sexual partners or who he sent pictures and videos to. His irresponsibility had been his final downfall, but it still made my blood boil to think of people taking advantage of him like that. He might have been a bit of a party animal, but he never set out to hurt anyone.

“He’s got an interview coming out in the next couple of days though, so that’s good.”

“Oh?” Callum asked.

“He wants to clear the air on his terms. Put his side out there. Plus an exclusive withSports Weeklypays pretty well and he’s very unemployed right now.”

Callum laughed then sipped at his pint. “I feel sorry for the bugger, I really do. But good on him for moving on.”

We finished our pints in silence. It felt like when we were around other people we couldn’t even talk as friends, for fear something too close, too intimate, might slip out.

“Home?” I asked. Callum smiled.

We walked the five minutes from the pub to my flat through the cold streets of Cardiff. It was a Friday and people were preparing to head out, just as we were heading in for the weekend.

“How’s Sarah? And the kids?” I asked.

“They’re great, they can’t wait for Christmas,” he said. “I’ll go to Sarah’s and stay in the spare room so they can open presents with us all together as a family. How about you?”

“I’m…good,” I said. “I’ll be…well, I’ll be by myself Christmas morning. I’ll head over to mum’s in the afternoon though. That should be alright.”

“Oh…good.” The conversation served as just another reminder that our lives were so different sometimes. And that Callum’s family would always be his first priority.

I unlocked the door to my flat and basked in the warmth for a second before I let Callum in. “Bloody lovely,” I said, kicking my shoes off and unzipping my coat. Callum’s hands were immediately on my face and he pulled me in for a kiss, our cold lips warming slowly as they worked as one.

“I’ve missed you,” he said between kisses. “So, so much.”

“Me too,” I said. I grabbed at his scarf to keep his face close. “I wish we could do this every single day.”

“You’d get bored of me pretty quickly,” he said. “Though I have been learning some new tricks.”

“Tricks?” I asked, ignoring the awkward self deprecation.

“Can I use your shower? I feel like I smell like train,” he asked quickly.

“…sure.” The abrupt change in conversation gave me whiplash but that was soon forgiven as Callum shamelessly stripped off completely in my hallway before heading to the shower. I nudged the balled up clothes into the corner and watched that toned rugby playing arse heading away.

“I hate that you leave, but I love to watch you go,” I called after him. He just stuck his middle finger up at me without looking back. Maybe once he was out of the shower, we could talk about my worries about the future. Perhaps we’d talk the coming out plan.

I tidied up around the place whilst I waited from him to finish showering, and sat down on the sofa as I heard the water shut off. When Callum hadn’t come back after five minutes, I wandered into the bedroom.

There he was, on my bed and completely naked, big furry rugby player legs pushed back and rubbing at his hole with one finger.

“Tricks,” he said simply in explanation. “I wondered when you were going to come and find me.”

I could feel myself getting hard in my trousers just at the sight of him, and sank to my knees at the edge of the bed, removing my t-shirt as I did so. With his legs held up high, I took his semi-hard cock and started to suck at the tip, even as he continued to reach below me to stroke at his hole. I choked myself down on him as I heard his moans getting louder.

“Do you want me inside of you?” I asked. I stroked Callum idly as I looked up at him. He nodded slowly, not saying a word.

This was…unfamiliar territory. I hadn’t topped in a while, it was never my preference. But I wanted it to feel good for Callum. I sucked one finger into my mouth then used that finger to gently play with the puckered skin at his hole, a light pink patch of bare skin in amongst a smattering of light ginger hairs. It tightened reflexively at my touch, so I took his length into my mouth to give him some pleasure, some euphoria that would help him relax. I took all of his cock into my mouth in one smooth motion, feeling him start to relax on my finger as I did.

I pushed gently at his entrance as I kept him distracted with my mouth. When his moans had reached a fever pitch and he was grasping at his thighs with white knuckles., I moved my attention downwards, licking down the length of him, then his balls, and finally to his puckered pink hole. Removing my finger, I licked over it and Callum shuddered. I kept my tongue flat as I passed over his hole again and again, slicking up the outside as he writhed and groaned at my attentions. I used my finger again, gaining easier entrance this time, and then tried another. He was tight and warm around my finger and he moaned as I brushed up against his prostate with two fingers. I looked up at Callum. His face was impassive but his eyes looking into mine with pure lust. “Lube?” I asked, and he passed me the tube he’d been using to prepare himself.

I coated my fingers with the lube and entered him again, giving a lick up his shaft as I did to keep him hard. “I need you to fuck me,” he said.

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