Jock Auction (31 page)

“Man, does that thing ever go down?”

He stood up, took a step backward, a huge grin plastered across his face. I shook

my head.

“You bastard.”

He shrugged, stuck out his tongue. “Hey, I was apologizing. Can’t criticize a guy

for apologizing.”

I looked down; was it just my imagination, or was the bulge in his underwear

more pronounced, fuller, than it had been before? I frowned.

“Looks like I’m not the only one.”

Jackson hooked a thumb in his waistband and tugged down, his other hand

pulling up on his shirt so that I could see his pubes and the rippled expanse of his stomach. He posed like that, staring off into the distance like a clichéd model.

“Whaddya think? Good enough for a dirty magazine?” he asked.

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I shook my head. “They’d be lucky to have you, dude.”

He smiled at me then with what looked like genuine satisfaction.

“Thanks, Kyle,” he told me, absentmindedly squeezing his bulge as he let his shirt drop back down. I was pretty sure I could make out the shape of his dick stretching out toward his hip, pressing at the fabric.

I looked up to see him watching me, his smile still there, expression knowing.

“You’ve got a cute guy upstairs all wet in the shower,” he pointed out. “If I were you, I wouldn’t let that go to waste.”

I ran my finger round the lip of my coffee cup. “You speak a lot of sense.”

“More than that punk-ass brother of mine, anyway. Go on, go play.”

I stood up and glanced down to where my dick clearly pushed out against my

shorts. Jackson was looking too, I knew.

“Maybe there’s room in that dirty magazine for me too,” I said.

Jackson licked his lips exaggeratedly. “Cover boy material, dude, nothing less.”

I let my erection lead me upstairs, followed the sounds of Craig and Jake talking.

When I found them, my boyfriend was leaning back against the sink, arms wrapped

round a folded towel, while Jake was standing in the doorway chatting. Craig’s face lit up when he saw me.

“Thought you might like some company,” I explained. Craig’s smile managed to

get even broader.

“Guess that’s my cue to leave,” Jake said, eyes flicking down to waist level for a moment. He gave me a dubious look. “Why do I get the feeling nothing clean is going to be happening in here?”

I shrugged, did my best to look innocent. Squeezed past him through the

doorway, letting my cock thwack against his thigh as I went. He laughed at that.

“Dude, seriously, keep that thing under control!”

I held up my hands in defeat. “I’ll do my best, Jake, but no promises.”

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He pulled the door closed, shaking his head. “Do me a favor and lock it, okay?

Some things people don’t want to see again…”

I felt my jaw drop a little; watched wide-eyed as he winked at me before the door

came between us. I’d been so sure it was Jackson that caught Craig and I last night, but had it really been his brother? Or had Jackson simply told Jake what he’d seen, or was it the other way around? I tried to replay all the conversations—the loaded comments—of the morning in my head, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to get every single nuance

straight.

And then there was the fact that Craig was slipping down his sweatpants and

peeling off his T-shirt, standing naked in front of the already hissing shower, and exactly who had seen what and when seemed to matter a whole lot less.

I tugged off my own shirt, let my shorts drop. My cock lolled straight out from my body, and I gave it a couple of casual strokes, noticing how Craig’s gaze was fixed on my midsection as I did so.

“Get in before you get cold,” I urged him, and watched as he stepped under the

falling water, ducking his head beneath, his hair a riot of knots and tangles across his face. Rivulets flowed down his chest, off the end of his dick. He swept his hand back through his hair, looking at me with eyes clouded with lust.

I followed him in, pulled the shower door closed behind me. Craig’s wet arms

slipped around my chest, his deft fingers finding my nipples. “This was all Jackson’s idea,” I told him.

He gave me a knowing grin. “Then Jackson has some excellent ideas.” A hand

slipping down to the small of my back, pulling our groins together. I could feel Craig stiffening against my hardness. “I’m almost surprised he didn’t ask if he could join us.”

“Ha, and what makes you think he’d want to do that?”

Craig looked at me, a measured expression on his face. “Oh, come on; you must

have seen the way he looks at you?”

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Shaking my head, I ran my fingers under the wet hair at the nape of his neck.

“Good thing I only have eyes for you, then, isn’t it?”

He rolled his eyes at that. “Oh, I saw you looking. Just as long as you only have

hands for me, I’ll be happy.”

I drew his face in close to mine. “Consider these hands as good as yours.” And

then we were kissing, our movements pulling us in and out of the rushing water, its white noise the backdrop to my groans as Craig lifted my leg up and ran his hand down my thigh, fingertips probing between my cheeks and pushing at my hole.

“So did Jackson suggest what exactly we should do in here?” Craig murmured,

mouth close to my ear. I shook my head.

“I think he assumed we’d take the initiative.”

Craig nodded. “Well, we wouldn’t want to disappoint him, would we?”

I squeezed a palmful of shower gel into my hand, reached back and took Craig’s

in mine, and rubbed it to a lather. My grip firm around his hand, I brought his slippery index finger to my entrance and carefully eased it inside. Craig could’ve slammed his finger home, and I’d still have been happy, but he didn’t, was content to let me fuck myself on his hand instead.

“I wasn’t the only one looking,” I pointed out to him, still working his hand in and out. Craig extended another finger, and I gasped as together the two broached my hole.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

“He’s a striking guy,” he conceded. I nodded, mouth falling open as Craig began

to twist his fingers inside me with each stroke.

“You tempted to trade me in for a bigger model?” I asked, not even half-serious.

My boyfriend shook his head.

“Not likely. He’s hot; don’t get me wrong.” I slowly nodded my agreement,

feeling Craig brush the hardened nub of my prostate. “But I’m happy with my current jock.”

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If my dick hadn’t been an iron bar of arousal, my ass hadn’t been stuffed with a

third finger as Craig continued to work me over, I might have feigned outrage at that.

Instead, I reached down and wrapped both my hands around his rigid length,

marveling at the weight and girth of his prick.

“It might be fun if he watched,” I ventured.

Craig laughed. “You’re such a boy sometimes. Is that what the guys do in the

locker room, talk about watching each other bang girls?”

I gripped him around the base of his shaft, felt the blood pulse along it with my

other hand. The head was an angry red, the flare hard and glistening in the water.

“Who said it’d be you getting banged?” I asked him.

Craig shook his head, but he was still smiling. “Oh, I should’ve guessed this was

one of your little fantasies. You want him to take photos and put them online too?

You’re a pervert, Kyle.”

I bent my head to his chest, let my tongue rasp across his narrow muscles, graze

the hardened nub of his nipple. “There’s a big difference between fantasizing and

doing.”

He nodded; I couldn’t see it, the side of my face pressed against his pectorals, but I could feel the movement in his body. “Oh, I know all about that. Spent enough time fantasizing about being with you, after all.”

“And what did you want to do?”

“Why, fuck you in front of your jock friends, of course.”

I bit at his nipple, just to show him he wasn’t funny, but there was something

shiveringly exciting about his words all the same. The thought of actually being

watched was scary, but it didn’t exactly stretch my imagination to come up with a

fantasy of Craig and I in bed, Jackson sprawled in a chair across the room, watching silently as we explored each other. In fact it was all too readily pictured.

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“What do you reckon he’d think of you now, eh, Kyle?” Craig asked me, his voice

husky, fingers insistent. His other hand had found my cock, was gently twisting around it. “If he was watching us through the glass. What do you think he’d say if he saw you like this?”

I hitched my leg higher, felt Craig’s hand move tighter in between my cheeks. My

body was working on autopilot, doing whatever it needed to do in order to maximize the pleasure radiating out from my groin.

“I think he’d be surprised at what you’ve got between your legs,” I muttered,

voice cracking a little. The incongruity between Craig’s man-sized cock and still boyish body remained a surprise even for me. I pictured Jackson, perhaps stripped down to his boxer briefs, leaning against the vanity and watching as Craig mauled my hole.

“Maybe I should call him in right now,” Craig taunted. “Him and Jake, both twins

watching as their jock buddy takes some dick.”

“No, I mean, I wouldn’t…” I started. The pressure of his hand around me stopped

me in midsentence.

“Christ, Kyle, I can feel how much that turns you on. Your cock just got twice as

hard at the thought of it. Fuck, my slutty, exhibitionist little jock. Who would’ve thought it?”

“No, Craig…” I tried, but he was turning me now, moving me so my cheek was

pressed against the tile rather than his chest; he was still working on my dick and my ass, but now from behind me as I braced myself on the wall. “You’re not going to call them, not really.”

He laughed. I felt his fingers slide out of me, the sudden sense of emptiness, then the bluntness of his cock as it kissed at my hole. “I think Jackson would jerk off, watching you,” Craig told me, voice low and dangerous. “Jake wouldn’t be able to stop watching, but Jackson, he’d be thinking of getting at your throat.”

I groaned again, both at Craig’s words and as he pushed into me. The combination

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wide, little in the way of pain. His hands gripped my waist, thumbs reaching across my cheeks to pull them apart as he guided himself into my tightness.

“You wouldn’t…”

Craig pulled me back, unexpectedly, my ass suddenly close against his pelvis, the

full length of him buried into my hole. Gasping, I dropped my head between my

outstretched arms. The water coursed across my face, dripping off my lips and my nose.

“Wouldn’t what?” he asked me, tone loaded. “Wouldn’t spit-roast you, even though I know how much the thought of it is turning you on, bringing you right up to the point where you’re about to blow a load across your feet?”

He dragged his hips back, then slammed himself deep into me again. I gasped,

tasting the chlorine of the water as the sense of warmth spiraled out from my core.

“The only reason I wouldn’t is that I don’t want to share you, Kyle,” he told me,

voice audible only between the wet slaps of our body as he fucked me. My cock swayed and bobbed beneath us. “But I know just the thought of it drives you crazy.”

He was right. I knew he was, no matter how much I hated myself for it. The

thought of my boyfriend hammering his hips into me while Jackson laced his fingers behind my head and pumped himself into my throat was enough to make my mind

spin. The flirting of last night, of this morning in the kitchen, it was all harmless and yet equally arousing, and while I knew I was committed to Craig, I couldn’t lie and say the idea of being sandwiched between him and the wrestling stud wasn’t a turn-on.

It was at times like this that I had trouble figuring myself out. When I was fucking Craig, I felt so dominant, so addicted to the sensation of being in control. And yet it seemed to take so little to get me worked up over the fantasy of being used, of handing over my body to other guys and allowing them to call the shots.

If Craig had said he actually wanted to call in Jackson and have him fill my throat, would I really stop him? I’d been serious when I told him I only had hands for him, even if my eyes had a tendency to roam on occasion. All the same…

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One thing was certain, Craig hadn’t been wrong when he pointed out I was about

to blow, and picturing my lean, snake-hipped boyfriend and my new gay friend taking me at both ends was doing nothing to delay that.

He leaned down, pressing his chest against my back. Mouth nipping at my neck,

his hands around my torso and squeezing us closer together as his pelvis rocked back and forth. I turned my head, craned back so that our lips could meet, a kiss almost chaste in comparison to his long strokes.

“I’m almost…there…” he groaned, and I did my best to tighten my ass muscles

around him. The sensation set my brain spinning again.

“Me too,” I gasped, pushing back with my own hips now, meeting each of Craig’s

thrusts. “Do it in me. I want it all.”

Craig’s hands slicked underneath me, arms hooked under my armpits and fingers

gripping at my shoulders so that he could pull me back onto him in time with his own motions. He was grunting now, quietly but audibly, in time with my panting and the wet slap of my dick as it hit my pelvis.

“Yes…yes…fuck, yes,” Craig hissed, and then I felt him swell in me again, knew

he was unloading at my deepest point, and the thought of it had me grabbing my cock where, with only a stroke or two, I was spraying the tiles.

His body felt light on my back as our breathing came back to normal, the water