Page 59 of The Locker Room

---

The Locker Room

51

But Chris wanted Xander tofuck him,and that? Oh God. It was

awe-inspiring. He positioned himself carefully, and at the first touch of

his head to Chris"s stretched, slick opening, Chris whined. “Jesus,

Xander, what have I ever done to you?”

“You loved me,” Xander replied gruffly, and then he thrust quietly

in.

Chris stretched easily, stretched, stretched,“Gaaaaahhhh… that"s

wonderful!”stretched until,pop!Xander was inside. Chris buried his

face in his sheets and pounded the pillow with his fist, chanting hoarsely,

“More, more, more, more, deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper…oh, God,

Xander, would you fucking move?”

Xander snapped his hips back and forward, because he had to,

because Chris was begging him, because his cock ached, and he

hungered to bury himself in his lover"s body, and he had no choice.

“Yes!”Chris howled. “Yes! Again! Harder!”

And Xander complied, harder, and harder, and again, and his eyes

rolled back and his hips just started to piston, and Chris begged him,

loudly, hoarsely, without shame. Xander was aware that Chris had

moved his hand up and was stroking himself off, even as he begged

Xander to thrust some more.

The thought made the tingle start, up under Xander"s balls, and he

managed a “You coming anytime soon?”

“Been coming… need the big kahuna, or I"m gonna fucking lose

it!”

“All I can do is harder—”

“Make sure you hit that spot!”

Xander did. He angled his hips and made sure he nailed that spot,

and nailed it hard, and again, and again, until Chris screamed, honest to

---