Page 101 of The Locker Room
There was his lover, that prime, muscular, powerful, amazing body
spread out on the bed, his knees spread, his backside in full view. He had
his own plug—the kind with the graduated beads—inserted deep inside
his body, and his cock, huge and rampant and purple, already drooling
pre-come, being stroked in his fist.
“You want to fuck me?” Chris taunted. “You want it? You"d better
hope I come first. That"s the rule, right?”
Xander groaned and fell on the bed, splaying his knees as he
hovered over Chris. He didn"t take time to kiss or to nuzzle, he simply
devoured that hard, fat, wide cock, taking it all the way to the back of his
throat, even as he fumbled with Christian"s hard testicles. Chris
chuckled, but it was a breathy, aroused sound, and as Xander fell upon
him he wriggled underneath Xander to engulf Xander"s aching erection
in his willing, wet mouth.
Xander growled, having gone from quiet introspection tonow now
now now gotta fuck/be fucked NOW!In record time. God—he didn"t
know how the rest of the world felt, and he"d heard of people growing
bored with lovers, losing interest, losing “spark,” but he could not
imagine, ever, not craving Christian"s willing touch on his body, not
needing his hands, his mouth, his tongue…oh God,(as Chris tormented
him by pulling on the weighted plug)his fucking cock!
But Xander had an advantage in this game—he was taller. He had
full access to the private playground that was Christian"s erogenous
zone. Chris"s cock went down his throat easily (because Xander
practiced) and his balls (large, heavy) were easily played with. His
(exquisitely sensitive) taint was exposed by his spread legs, and Xander
teased it with the gentle scrape of his nails. Around his cock, Christian
begged/whimpered, the sound muffled and desperate—and vibrating
right through Xander"s cockhead.
Xander had to squeeze his eyes tight and concentrate in an effort
