Page 33 of Sweat

“Yeah,” he sighs, all smiles. “I think I might die, though.”

I laugh while he limps and breathes heavy. “It’s that endurance, babyface.”

“I didn’t know we’d be playing two matches.”

“C’mon.” I pat his back, t-shirt soaked through with sweat. “Time for daddy to take you out for ice cream.”

“I gotta hit the gym first for a shower.” He wears a grim expression, like if the workout doesn’t kill him, his body odor might.

If he only knew how sexy he smells to me…

“Shower here.” I nod to the team locker room entrance before trying the door. It pushes open, unlocked.

“Is that…allowed?”

I send him an amused look. “I’m the team captain. You’re fine.”

We share a locker room with the basketball team, but everything is quiet now that the semester is finally over with and summer practice not starting up for a couple weeks. I grab a couple towels from the linen closet and show Tommy the showers.

It’s not like in gay porn where there’s one big tiled room with a dozen shower heads for the entire team to soap each other up under. It’s like the showers in the student gym. A long aisle dividing two rows of shower stalls, each with half-panel walls and their own curtains. A narrow bench splits the aisle in two lengthwise, and that’s where Tommy sets his bag and where we stack our clothes as we strip.

“You’re taking one?” Tommy asks, eyes on my chest after I shed my shirt.

I shrug. “Not gonna just twiddle my thumbs out here while you shower.”

“Okay,” he chuckles, pushing down his shorts and underwear before pulling off his socks.

Either his dick is both a shower and a grower, or he’s half hard. I hope it’s the latter, because it’ll make things less awkward when he sees I’m half hard under my jeans.

I’m not planning on showering with Tommy. That would not only begaygay, but super weird. My cock seems to love the idea of weird, though. It hops under Tommy’s gaze, and my foreskin slowly shortens as my cock swells.

Tommy is cut, his bulbous head fully exposed.

“You looked good out there,” I tell him.

He smirks a little, says “Thanks, man,” and tugs on his cock a few times before slipping into the first shower stall.

Don’t fall into the trap, Rowan.

I hear the water turn on. The top of Tommy’s head peaks out from over the curtain, his feet showing below it. I slip into the second stall, turn my water on, and as I wait for it to warm up, I fist my cock and stroke it to full mast.

All that’s between me and Tommy is a single aluminum panel, yet he feels too far away. Especially when he’s naked and just as horny as I am. This is the exact shit I told myself to stopthinking about. There are other options. This city is full of gay dudes who would suck me off whenever I need it, but I don’t want any of those men. Not right now.

Maybe Tommy isn’t totally straight. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but it would explain why he came so hard when I jerked him off. It would explain why he’s hard after all our workouts, and why he stares at me like he’s star-struck. Maybe that’s it… He thinks messing around with me will make him more like me, like he can absorb my talent and my discipline through my hand wrapped around his dick.

Why is that idea only making me want him more?

If he wants my talent, he can have it. I’ve got enough for the both of us, and when he’s got all the power he can handle, he can fuck me with it.

Get a fucking grip, Rowan.

But I’m already done for. I leave my shower before I’ve even wet my hair and slip into Tommy’s stall.

He’s facing the faucet, back to me, and his hand is in front of him, arm moving. He’s pumping that big cock of his under the water spray.Little devil.I don’t even bother shutting the shower curtain. I press myself to Tommy’s back, wedge my cock between his firm ass cheeks, and snake my arms around his waist.

Dude doesn’t even flinch, like he knew I was coming, like he had me in his trap before I even knew it myself.

Finally, he moans when I replace his hand around his shaft. I splay the other across his abs while I stroke him good and steady. Touching him feels like the most natural thing in the world while also feeling wronger than wrong. Can I be the one taking advantage of him even when he’s the one laying traps?

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