Chapter 9
“Let me go down on you. You’re going to like it.”
“I’m not worried about not liking,” Ryan said. “Only about liking it too much. Once I start, I don’t know if I can stop.”
“Why would you stop? Look, you’ve got easy access to low-risk sex here. Take advantage of it.”
Ryan thought for what seemed like a long time.
Alfie didn’t understand what the dilemma was.
But then Ryan leaned in and kissed him again and he forgot to worry about anything except enjoying himself.
They rolled back and forth across the bed with lots of moaning and groping and mouths that roamed everywhere until Ryan reached for Alfie’s groin and Alfie pushed him onto his back to hold him off.
Most of the team knew about the cage and didn’t care one way or the other except for sometimes giving him grief about it, but for some reason he didn’t want Ryan to know. So he made a dive for Ryan’s cock and, once he got it in his mouth, Ryan stopped fighting.
“Fuck,” he said, bringing a hand to the back of Alfie’s head in a gentle caress that was nothing like the way the five guys who lived together liked to choke him into near unconsciousness. “Fuck, that feels good.”
Alfie showed off a little, demonstrating his best technique to keep Ryan moaning and groaning and twisting and writhing.
He’d given a lot of blowjobs by now and had developed a sense for when a guy was about to blow, which was useful for delivering a premium experience.
Some guys wanted to have their ejaculate swallowed, but some liked that whole blasting-come-all-over-his-face thing.
Then there were the ones who wanted a suck-and-fuck, who didn’t want him to make them come with his mouth because they wanted time in his ass.
Alfie figured Ryan might enjoy time in his ass, so when Ryan showed signs of being about to pop, he slowed down. Ryan gave a fearsomely loud groan and pressed harder on the back of Alfie’s head, but Alfie kept his strokes shallow.
“Alfie,” Ryan mumbled, which felt so good to hear. “Fuck, Alfie. I’m so close, babe.”
Babe? Wow. Real-life gay guys were so much better than straight bros dipping their toes in a foreign river, and Ryan didn’t lack anything in the looks or brawn department either. Alfie was half in love.
He pulled Ryan’s cock out of his mouth and gave it a long swipe with his tongue, glancing up from between Ryan’s legs to find him panting and sweaty.
“I thought you might want to fuck me.”
But rather than say yes, Ryan shoved Alfie’s face back down, a bit roughly, and when Alfie obediently took him in, he came just like that, blasting down Alfie’s throat before Alfie had hardly got him swallowed.
“So no?” Alfie asked when he could talk again.
“No, yes.”
“No, yes, huh?”
Ryan laughed, sounding almost loopy with contentment. “I do want to fuck you, but thinking about it made me too hot to hold off. It won’t take me long to get it back up again if you want to hang around.”
“Sure.” Alfie sat up and dragged his sleeve across his face to wipe off the saliva and stray bits of come that had gotten away from him.
He propped himself against the wall, letting his feet dangle off the bed and watched as Ryan twisted himself around to sit up next to him.
They’d managed to get Ryan’s shirt off at some point during their wrestling match, and rather than pull his pants back up, he shucked them completely, so he was sitting next to Alfie in nothing except a pair of close-fitting boxer briefs with his abs and pecs and quads all on display.
Alfie licked his lips. The view was great, and he didn’t mind a round two, but he didn’t know what to do with himself until then.
This was the point where he usually got sent home, dismissed without so much as a thank you.
Ryan looked as shy and awkward as Alfie felt, as if he didn’t know what to do either.
“So you think we’ll win the title?” Alfie tried.
Ryan brightened immediately. Hockey was something he knew. “Our chances are really good. The team’s been clicking on every level. You don’t usually come out to watch, do you?”
“Not much. I’ve got stuff to do in the locker room.” But he’d noticed that they’d been winning a lot since the day he blew Coach in his office with the door open. He’d even heard talk of championships and trophies.
On the one hand, he was looking forward to the season being over so he could get his dick back under his own control, and being in the championship series would mean extra games.
But on the other hand, he’d come to feel a unity with the team that hadn’t originally been there.
He wanted them to win, even felt like he was contributing to them winning.
He kept them relaxed so they could focus on hockey, just like Coach had said.
“I’ve never been on a team that won anything.” Ryan crossed his fingers on both hands, holding them up where Alfie could see. “I don’t want to jinx it, but maybe.”
“You’re a sophomore, right?”
“Yeah. I was on the team last year, but I didn’t get much playing time.
And our equipment manager wasn’t anything like you, that’s for sure.
” He picked up Alfie’s hand and gave it a kiss.
He was about a hundred times more relaxed than he’d been earlier, as if Alfie had drained the fear of being gay right out of him.
Gay sex was a lot more fun than gay angst.
Ryan didn’t let go of Alfie’s hand after kissing it, which was strange and nice—the two of them sitting shoulder to shoulder with their hands entwined and their legs pressed up against each other’s.
He told Alfie a lot of stuff about what position he played and what line he was on, whatever that meant, but when he saw Alfie wasn’t following, he switched to talking about school.
It turned out he was an engineering student too, though he didn’t find it as easy as Alfie did. Alfie offered to help him with his homework and the next thing he knew, they were at Ryan’s desk, poring over his schoolbooks, and a lot of time had passed.
Finally Ryan threw down his pencil and gave Alfie a shy look. He’d pulled his pants back on when they’d moved to the desk, but his abs and chest were still bare, so Alfie returned Ryan’s shy look with a hungry one and Ryan seemed to gain some confidence.
“You wanna do that other thing?”
“The fucking thing?” Alfie returned with a grin. “Hell, yeah.”
He would have to pull his pants down for that, but he figured he could keep his jock on.
He usually did, even if the other guy knew about his cage because no one was interested in his dick, caged or not.
So he got his supplies from the pocket of his coat and positioned himself ass up on the edge of the bed before shoving his pants down around his knees.
“You don’t want to take this off too?” Ryan asked, sliding his finger under one of the straps of his jock.
“Nah, it’s, um. This is how everyone does it. Because Coach said so, I think. Anyway, I just gotta lube myself up first.” He squirted some lube on his fingers and reached back, but Ryan caught his hand before he could get in there.
“I want to do it.”
“You do?” Alfie twisted around to look at him.
“Yeah. I gotta learn how, right? So tell me how.”
Alfie handed him the tube and lowered his chest to the bed so his ass stuck out even farther. He watched over his shoulder as Ryan coated his fingers in lube.
“Two, or just one?”
“Depends on the guy, but I’m good to start with two.
” He was accustomed to needing to do this in a hurry, so the intrusion of two of Ryan’s fingers through his hole didn’t hurt, but it felt good enough that he wished he’d asked to start with one.
The longer this took the better. Ryan was so gentle and interested, twisting his fingers around this way and that.
“I know I’m aiming for the prostate. I’ve just never felt one before. Oh, wait, is this it?”
Alfie arched his back, a pathetic mewling sound leaking out of his mouth because, yes, that was it.
Once Ryan had found it, he was relentless with it until Alfie disintegrated into a twisting, whimpering mess who was begging to be fucked.
God, it would be so good if he could get a hand on his dick, if he could come while Ryan fucked him. But either way, he needed to be fucked.
No one had paid any attention to his prostate in months, other than Coach’s slow, methodical milking.
Sure, sometimes the guys tagged it when they fucked him.
Max, especially, who wouldn’t have been able to avoid it if he tried.
But neither Coach’s ministrations nor the team’s accidental brushes felt anything like this.
Alfie couldn’t take it anymore. He was just too fucking horny.
“You gotta fuck me,” he insisted. “Ryan, please.”
Ryan relented. He put on a condom, taking an oddly long time to do it, but that was Ryan. Alfie already knew him well enough to know he did everything thoroughly and carefully. Then he positioned the head of his cock at Alfie’s entrance.
“I’m afraid I’m going to blow the second I get in there. You’re so tight.”
Alfie moaned. “I’m right there with you, Ryan. So don’t worry about it. Go as fast as you want.”
“And you’ll come too?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll come too.”
He couldn’t come, of course, but he could for sure howl like he was coming, especially once Ryan got a good rhythm going.
Ryan didn’t blow immediately. Not at all.
He started slowly, for sure, and asked a lot of questions about how best to hit Alfie’s prostate while fucking him, but just like with the kissing, he got the hang of it quick.
Then he attempted to give Alfie a reach-around, which Alfie had to bat away.
“I can come like this,” he lied, wishing like hell it wasn’t a lie.
“Just go a little faster, a little harder, more like—yeah, like that. Just like that.” Because suddenly it felt like maybe he could come like this.
He was close, so close, his whole body infused with a radiating warmth that was building to an ungodly crescendo, and then, out of nowhere, it happened.
His dick wasn’t hard, but somehow he came anyway.
Not seeping drips like when Coach milked him but forceful jets accompanied by the most full-bodied sense of ecstasy he’d ever experienced.
His body tensed, mouth dropping open in a paroxysm of bliss as his entire consciousness focused on his gloriously spasming cock.
Behind him, Ryan stuttered to a halt. His fingers clenched hard around Alfie’s hip bones, and he made a sound like a raven caw cut off mid-note. He slumped forward, driving Alfie down to the bed under his weight, and the two of them lay like that a while, panting out their bliss.
“It was good for you?” Ryan asked.
“More than good.”
“You’re sure?”
Alfie wriggled out from under Ryan and rolled across the bed to show Ryan the wet spot he’d left on the sheets. Ryan grinned. Alfie grinned back. This changed everything.