Chapter 12
MICAH
Omar, Cole, Diesel, and Toby are forming a half-circle around us, their eyes locked on the point where Hawk and I are joined, their expressions ranging from shock to awe.
For a moment, I feel the same panic I did in the hot tub, my muscles tensing, a jolt of adrenaline shooting through me.
But then I realize you don’t end up in the Red Zone by accident. You have to actively look for it. Which means they knew exactly what they were walking into.
And now that I focus, I see all four of them have lost their towels somewhere along the way, their dicks hanging free in various states of arousal.
If anything, I’m the one who should be shocked.
“Guys?” I mutter, looking at each of them. “What... why...”
Diesel, looking all sweaty, is the first to speak. “We decided to stick around. Get the full Lumen experience, you know? Since we were already here. But damn, Micah, you keep surprising us tonight.”
Hawk pauses his thrusts, his cock throbbing deep inside me, and looks at the guys. “You guys wanna watch, that’s fine. But you make Micah uncomfortable, we got a problem. That shit don’t fly here.”
“We’re not here to make trouble,” Diesel says. “We’re here to learn.”
My mouth drops open, and I stare at him, dumbfounded. What does he mean, learn?
“That right?” Hawk asks.
Diesel, Toby, and Cole nod. Only Omar doesn’t seem totally convinced, his dark eyebrows pulled into a frown.
Hawk gives me a wink. “Are you up for that, Micah?”
I can barely believe what is happening. My teammates, my straight, alpha jock teammates, are in the depths of Lumen, offering to... learn? Talk about a fantasy come to life.
I swallow and give the only answer I can.
“I’m up for anything.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, Hawk slaps my ass and starts thrusting again, the sling rocking back and forth beneath me.
The guys gather closer around us, and I hear their sharp intake of breath as they watch the full length of Hawk’s massive cock disappearing in and out of my slick hole.
It’s a lot to process. The sensation of Hawk fucking me, the weight of the guys’ stares, the knowledge that they came here specifically to learn, whatever the hell that means. But I try not to overthink it and let the sensations wash over me, taking me back to that place of pure bliss.
“Damn,” Diesel mutters. “Aren’t you a needy one, Micah? Who knew.”
“Yeah,” Hawk pants between thrusts. “Your friend here really knows how to... ahh... take a cock.”
“Look at that face, man. He’s in heaven.”
“Fucking beautiful, isn’t it?” Hawk grunts.
“It is,” Diesel says, and when I look at him, I see he’s stroking himself, the tip of his big cock appearing and disappearing in his fist.
Sweet Jesus. What a sight.
My mouth waters, and before I can think better of it, I hear myself say, “I’d take yours too.”
There’s a collective intake of breath, and Diesel meets my gaze.
“You would, huh?”
I swallow and nod.
“Christ, Micah. You’re really something else.”
Hawk gives a last hard thrust, then pulls out, leaving a void inside me. My hole clenches, desperate to be filled again, and I feel his precum dripping down my crack.
“Have at it, then, big boy,” he says. “Don’t keep the guy waiting.”
Diesel blinks at him. “Hey man, I don’t want to steal your thunder.”
Hawk lets out a sharp laugh. “Steal? Please. We’re in Lumen. I like watching him get what he needs. And you’ve been staring at his hole for the past ten minutes. So go ahead and give him what he’s been waiting for.”
A gleam appears in Diesel’s eyes that I know from the field, right before he makes a big play.
The next thing I know, his big, powerful hands are gripping the leather straps around my ankles, and the tip of his cock presses against my sloppy, used hole.
I stare up at him, the realization hitting me like a ton of bricks. My teammate, this blond, ripped linebacker, the one every girl is crushing on, is about to enter me.
“Is this weird?” Diesel says with a grin, pressing the head in just a little. “Are we crossing a line here, Micah?”
The feeling is different from Hawk’s. The burn returns right away, almost as intense as the beginning, like this new cock has to carve its own path inside me.
“Yeah,” I breathe, the pressure building. “We’re definitely crossing a line here.”
Diesel smirks, pushing in a little deeper. “I guess we’ve already crossed a couple of lines tonight. So what’s one more, right?”
My hole stretches slowly around his thickness, the burn climbing up my spine. I grip the chains on either side of me, bracing for the final push, and feel the beads of sweat trickle down my temples.
“I love crossing some lines,” I pant. “And this... is... oh fuck, aah—this is a great one to cross.”
“You’re a naughty one, Micah. A very naughty one.”
With one long, steady push, he crosses the line fully, sinking his entire length into me.
The burn reaches a crescendo, and for a second, I think it’s going to overwhelm me again. But then, as if my body remembers what comes next, my ass relaxes, and I find myself stretched and stuffed again.
“Fuck, bro,” I hear Cole say next to us in disbelief. “It’s all in.”
“Yeah,” Diesel mutters, his face as red as the snapback he always wears. “This greedy hole swallowed me right up.”
A smile tugs at his lips, and he gives a few slow, experimental thrusts, my hole letting out a wet squelch with each one.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groans, his hips snapping forward. “You have no idea, guys. This ass is like heaven. Fucking heaven.”
“I’ve got a pretty good idea,” Hawk says with a satisfied grin, clearly enjoying the show.
Diesel’s experimental thrusts gradually speed up until he is fucking me in earnest, the muscles of his arms and shoulders flexing as he holds onto the leather straps.
It seems like he reaches a new place inside me. Not necessarily deeper than Hawk, but the angle is different. His cockhead grazes a spot that has my toes curling and my legs trembling.
The moan that leaves my mouth is guttural and loud.
“Yeah?” Diesel grins. “That the spot?”
I nod, and he hits it again, and again, until my eyes roll back into my skull and all I can do is hang on and take the pounding.
This is everything I ever dreamed of.
Only in my wildest fantasies did I think I’d ever get the chance to get fucked by a teammate.
And yet, here I am, spread wide, with the biggest, baddest jocks in the league surrounding me, their hard, muscled bodies glistening under the red lights.
My eyes scan the faces of the others. Cole and Toby stand closest. Their faces are flushed, mouths half-open, and their hands glide over their hard cocks as they murmur things like “Damn, dude” and “Look at him go.”
Omar stands a little further back. He’s not touching himself, but his cock is fully erect, pointing toward the ceiling. Every so often, he wets his lips with his tongue, his eyes moving back and forth between me and Diesel.
Diesel’s really into it now. His balls smack against my ass with wet slaps, so loud they sound like gunfire. He looms over me, his broad, muscular frame filling my vision, veins popping along his arms, fingers digging into my calves as he drives his cock in and out of my sloppy hole.
Drops of sweat rain down on me, and his blond hair, normally so perfect, is now matted to his forehead. His pupils are blown wide, and his breath comes in ragged bursts.
But even so, his voice is clear and steady when he says, “This is the tightest hole I’ve ever fucked, Micah. You’re milking my cock, dude. Fuuuck.”
“Yo, my turn,” Cole suddenly says, nudging him with his shoulder. “Can’t let you have all the fun.”
Diesel turns his head and chuckles. “I knew you were gonna say that. Itching to get a piece of this, huh?”
Cole gives him a playful punch. “Can’t see that ass and not want a turn.”
I can hardly believe it. I must have died and gone to heaven. This is all too good to be true.
But if this is a dream, it sure is a vivid one. Because when Diesel pulls out, the emptiness he leaves behind feels very, very real. The cold air on my sweat-soaked skin, the ache in my muscles, the slick mess dripping from my hole. No dream could capture those details.
It’s not long before I’m stretched around a different cock. Cole grips my ankles and slides right in, the blunt head forcing its way into my loosened hole.
He doesn’t build up like Hawk or Diesel did. He starts jackhammering into me right away with fast, shallow thrusts.
“Hey, man,” Hawk says, stepping forward. “Easy now. Let him adjust first, alright?”
Cole glances at me, a crease forming between his brows. “He’s fine, right, Micah? You can handle it. Can’t you, bro?”
“Y-yeah.”
“See? He’s fine. He needs a little punishment for dragging us here, anyway. Don’t you, Micah?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, my cock bouncing wildly. “Punish me, Cole.”
“That was real sneaky of you,” he grunts. “Bringing us here, getting us all worked up. But I guess this is what you wanted, huh?” Each word comes between thrusts, his voice stuttering with the rhythm. “You wanted us to fill that hungry little hole of yours.”
I can only moan in response.
“Yeah. That’s what I thought. You’ve been jerking off to this moment since you signed with the team, haven’t you, Micah?”
I don’t even bother denying it. Because, well, I have been.
“Yeah, you have. And now look at you, hanging in that thing like a pinata, getting passed around by your teammates, filled to the brim with... ahh... cock. Just like you always... wanted. Fuck. That hole is... fuck... so hot and tight. I can barely... aah... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuck.”
Cole’s head falls back, his whole body shaking, and a raw, animalistic growl rips from his throat. It’s so sudden and intense, it takes me a second to realize what’s happening.
But when I feel a warmth filling me from the inside, I know he’s emptying his balls deep into my guts. Holy shit. This hulking stud, who is known for his stamina on the field, is creaming me right here in front of everyone.
It takes another moment before the other guys catch on.
“Are you serious, bro?” Diesel laughs. “Did you just…”
“Oh shit,” Toby whispers.
Hawk grins. “That didn’t take long.”
Cole keeps shuddering, his hips grinding against me as he pumps every last drop of his load deep inside me. Then, with a final grunt, he pulls out, a stream of cum following his spent cock.
“Sorry,” he mumbles. “That was just… I didn’t think… shit.”
“Yeah, we get it,” Hawk says. “It’s too good, right? Happens to the best of us.”
Diesel claps him on the shoulder. “Looks like Micah’s not the only one who’s been craving this.”
Cole shrugs, looking a little sheepish, but he seems too blissed out to care.
Toby looks back and forth between them, then steps forward.
His green eyes are glassy, the muscles in his neck tight. His cock is so hard it looks painful. He licks his lips and says, with the slightest quiver in his voice, “So... my turn?”
He’s trying to play it cool, but the excitement is written all over him. I lean forward and give his cock a slow stroke.
“Your turn,” I whisper.