Page 43 of Pitch Prince

“All in good time, love. I need to know you’re ready.” I hit his prostate with my fingers again and he squirmed.

“I’ve been practising…need it now…” he gasped.

“You really need it, do you?” I removed my fingers from him and slicked myself up with the lube.

“I do,” he said. The intensity with which he looked at me made it clear that he was ready, whether I worried about him or not.

With the excess lube, I slicked up his cock and stroked him gently. I lowered my trousers to my knees as I stood at the edge of the bed to line myself up with his hole. I slid inside him slowly as he breathed out, still holding on to his own thighs. Years of rugby training had made him flexible for his size, and I was surprisingly turned on by the thought of topping a man who could just as easily flip me back and have his way with me. Topping Callum, I felt like I was being allowed control rather than taking it for myself.

His channel was hot and tight round my cock as I sank to the hilt, and Callum smiled up at me with just a little sweat on his brow. “You really have been practising, haven’t you?” I said.

“All the toys and six weeks without my boyfriend,” he said, and I shuddered in pleasure at the thought of Callum speared on a dildo. I pulled back slowly until my cock was centimetres from sliding out of his hole, then slid back in just as slowly. We groaned in unison as I hit his sweet spot and he tightened around me.

“Go,” he said. “I can take it.”

I pulled back once more and pushed in, harder this time, my balls slapping against his skin as I pushed back in. Callum smiled blissfully and tipped his head back. Encouraged, I sped up my thrusts until we were both making noise in unison, his groans an octave higher than I was sued to and so sexy.

I stroked at his cock with my hand as he continued his white-knuckled grip on his own thighs. “I can’t last like this,” I said, feeling my own orgasm building and his cock twitching in my hand.

“Then don’t,” panted Callum. I leaned down between his thighs to kiss him as I pushed in and out of him, creating friction between his cock, my hand and our two bodies.

Our kissing became more frenzied until we were both just panting into one another mouths. I knew I was close. “Where do you want it?”

“Finish inside me…please,” said Callum. That was enough to finish me off and I shivered all over as I came into him with a shout. I thrust once, twice more and hard as I came. I felt his cum streaming over my fingers and heard him groan as he finished.

After a second, I withdrew from him slowly. Callum let go of his thighs and let them collapse onto the bed, red hand marks where he had been holding on so hard.

“Can we do that again?” he asked with cheeky grin.

“Play your cards right and make me a cup of tea and I might,” I said. I collapsed next to him on the bed and gave him a very quick kiss.

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Chapter Nineteen - Callum

“Four down, an expression of joy?” Rhys asked. He was sitting down on the other end of the sofa with a pencil between his teeth and his eyes on the newspaper in front of him. The only twenty-five year old in the world who still got the paper. He was still in his pyjamas but I was dressed after my morning run. For such an early riser, it could take a lot to get Rhys going in the mornings.

“Fuck?” I suggested. He just rolled his eyes.

“Ah…glee, maybe? I’ll write it down for now.” He did, gently with the pencil, rubber end at the ready in case he felt the need to completely change his answer later. “Oh! I didn’t check the sports news! Did it come as well? I think Finn’s interview will be in today’s edition.”

I reached over to the the paper on the counter that I’d grabbed when I headed out for our morning coffee. Finn’s face took up most of the front page. He looked genuinely happy in the picture.Telling My Truth,said the headline beneath his chin. “He should get that framed,” I mused. And then I felt my blood freeze as I noticed the pictures at the very bottom. Someone had captured a picture of the two of us at the train station locked in an embrace, and then another of Rhys reaching over to fix my messy hair in the pub.Rugby Prince of Wales and The Retired Gentleman of Rugby Cosy Up over Pints.“Fuck.”

‘What is it?” asked Rhys, snatching the paper from me and scanning the page. “Oh. That’s fine though, right? It’s not too mean or anything.”

He flipped over to the page and read from it. Out loud. “Wales’ crowned Prince of Rugby, Rhys Prince, 25, was seen in Cardiff cosying up with its most recent eligible bachelor, Callum Anderson, 33…not so bad, is it? They’ve not been cruel, and there’s no mention of your sexuality…more gossip rag crap, I think. I can’t believe they’re printing any of this. It’s a bit desperate for a sports paper to be writing gossip…”

I hardly heard him. “What if my kids see? My wife?” I asked. I caught Rhys’ sharp intake of breath, and then he was at the side of the sofa with me.

“Hey, Sarah will understand, right? And she can help you explain it to the kids if…” Rhys tailed off for a second, as if he was realising that I was still frozen still. “…do you haveanyplans to tell them? Or anyone else?”

“I did, it’s just…” I didn’t know how to express what I was feeling to Rhys. The fear. The ever-present shame that still lingered over touches. “…I don’t know how I can do it.”

“Do what?” Rhys asked, voice low and controlled. There was so much fire bubbling underneath.

“…be gay.” I finally spat out.

“Be gay?” Rhys asked, his voice raising ever so slightly. “What do you think you’ve been doing the last few months with me? Do you feel straight when you’re fucking me? Did you feel straight last night when I was fucking you?”

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