The reality of having s*x—no, making love—in the locker room with Brad exceeded all of Nick’s teenage fantasies. Only Brad could provide that unique combination of power and gentleness that Nick had come to crave over the years they’d been together. Shoulders resting on the bench, his legs resting on Brad’s oh-so-wide chest, Nick gazed up at the facemask of his football warrior s*x god.
Buddy was doing what he did best, reaming Nick’s asshole. Nick clamped down and squeezed the invading d**k.
“Yes!” Brad groaned. “Your ass is so tight, baby.”
“f**k me!”
Brad did. Nick had to grip the edge of the bench to stop his helmet from banging into the lockers.
“You okay?”
Nick nodded. “Better than okay.”
“First time I’ve f****d in a locker room.”
“Yeah,” Nick panted. “Me, too.” After a coupl
