Locker Room Lovers II

“Ah! Shit!”

I jump when my phone goes off, and drop my mascara, and… Ughhh, and it’s all over my face now, too.

This is not what I needed before this date tonight. It’s my first one with Jack since the night in the locker room last week, and I’m already nervous enough.

“I’m still thinking about it.”

That makes two of us. I’ve been thinking about what happened between us all every day.

“Don’t think any of us will forget that.”

I add a bunch of flame emojis, hoping to keep him from spiralling the way I know he’s prone to. You don’t date a man for 4 years and learn nothing about him. But this.. This secret of his, I definitely never knew.

I suspected it, though. He never did anything direct, exactly, but he never seemed to enjoy the physical part of our relationship, and… the careful way he studied the men who hit on me definitely seemed jealous. But it wasn’t the possessive kind. Sometimes, the way he looked at me after made me wonder if he was jealous of me. If he wanted their attention instead.

“Has Jack said anything?”

“Jack says lots of things. All the time.”

“Or did you mean about you liking men?”

I wait, holding my breath a little because I know it’s going to scare him. But… it thrills me, if I’m being honest. I love that he trusts me, and I know that he sometimes needs a nudge. I just hope I haven’t pushed him too far.

My heart stutters, skipping a beat with the fear that swells hard and fast at seeing the word in front of me, about me, from someone else.

But even with the fear, the relief grows too… relief that I’m not alone with this secret anymore. Maybe now, I can get past the fear and..

And start living my life.

“I wish you’d told me, Alex… but now that it’s out there…’”

I type and erase a message at least 4 times, not sure what to say to that. I should have told her, I could have.. But part of me wonders if she knew.

Well, before she watched me dry hump her new boyfriend in a locker room.

She definitely knows now.

“I wish I did, too. But I’m glad you know now.”

And I mean it, so my body begins to relax as the memories of that day in the locker room pour into my mind like a montage of my deepest fantasies.

Jack, hips working as he pressed his dick into my hand. Jack, pressing me hard against the locker as he kissed me. Jack, moaning into my mouth as I stroked him.

Monica’s face pops up on my screen as the call lights up my phone, and memories of her are there too, legs splayed wide as she works herself and watches us…

“Hello?”

“I have an idea.”

She doesn’t bother with niceties. She’s never been much for waiting when she wants something, and the flush on her cheeks tells me that this idea of hers might be exciting for both of us.

“I’m all ears.”

“I’m at home… alone. Stop, don’t look at me like that, just listen. I’m home alone now, but Jack’s on his way.”

I don’t know what to say or where she’s going with this, so I just nod to indicate that she should continue.

“And you could be too. Come over, Alex.”

My pulse ticks up, and I’m aware that I can feel my heartbeat in my throat, my ears… and my dick.

“You already did the hard part. And just because you show up doesn’t mean anything has to happen. But we could find out… together. Come on, Alex. I can see it on your face, you like the idea. If you really don’t want to, I won’t make you.”

She pauses, her eyes dancing with mischief as she pouts at me.

“But you miss all of the shots you don’t take, isn’t that right?”

“15 minutes.”

I’m almost to her door when my nerves finally kick in. I drove faster than I meant to, but now I’m dragging my feet as I walk toward Monica’s building.

Everything happened so fast, but I guess that shouldn’t surprise me. Jack’s never done anything slow.

I should be mad, but honestly, I’m glad he used how well he knows me to help me open up about my sexuality.

I knew I liked men at 14, but until now, I think I was the only one who knew. Even Monica, during our entire relationship, I don’t think she even suspected. It helps that I like women too, which made it easier to keep my secret from everyone and especially from her.

Kinda wish I’d told her now though. It was so hot to see the way she reacted to Jack and me together.

The way she sounded… it made the whole thing hotter.

“Look at me, Alex, look how wet I am watching you. Just let it feel good.”

And I did let it feel good. I got so lost in the way Jack kissed me, touched me. How he felt pressed against me.

Jack’s soft mouth on mine, the way his lips felt against my neck… my throat. The scrape of his stubble against my skin felt so foreign… and so good.

I never expected it to be like that, to get lost in it. And just remembering now, I’m getting lost in it again.

My cock throbs, and I reach down to adjust it in the too-tight jeans I’m wearing and take the stairs two at a time.

“Carpe diem… or whatever.”

My heart’s still racing and my dick half-hard when I arrive at Monica’s just 12 minutes after our call ended.

“So punctual…come in.”

Her grin is too wolfish for my liking but it doesn’t stop me from following her inside, and it’s only when I see the candles lit and catch the mouthwatering scent of something cooking- lasagna?- that it really hits me that I’m crashing their date.

Last weekend I kissed my ex-girlfriend’s new boyfriend, and now I’m crashing their date so I can… what? What am I even doing here?

“I can hear you overthinking this. Stop that.”

“What am I doing here, Mon?”

“Well, first, I’m going to get you a drink. And you’re going to walk in there and say hello to Jack. Water or wine?”

“Water.”

My thoughts seem to swirl and swarm as I move toward the looming unknown of Jack, waiting in Monika’s living room. I wonder what she’s told him, what he expects. I can feel the fear creeping in, but it tangles with the pulsing adrenaline of my reckless hope too.

“Hey, stranger. Fancy meeting you here.”

Jack stands, a smirk tilting his lips as he looks me over. I notice his hair’s damp too, and we’re wearing almost the same thing.

“Here for our candlelit date?”

I swallow hard against my tripping heart as he walks toward me, something hungry and playful in his gaze that I can’t really understand, but some primal part of me really wants to.

“Did you have something you wanted to say…. Or do? Or maybe you forgot something you wanted to give me at the rink?”

I feel like I’m being toyed with. Taunted as he stalks across the room, and I know he’s just walking, and it’s just a room and nothing groundbreaking is happening. But it feels like it could, and it’s shocking how much I think I want it to. Even if I don’t know how to admit that.

“Why are you here, Alex?”

“Uh, I–”

“Or should I guess again? I think I did a pretty good job figuring you out before.”

I’m torn, speechless with the conflicting feelings. I don’t want to be alone with him, but it’s the only thing I want. I don’t know what to say, and I scramble for my words. But then he’s in front of me… so close I can feel his next exhale brush against my lips, and I don’t know what I’m doing, I don’t think, I just–

“I like men.”

“You don’t say…”

“No, Jack, I mean–”

“I know what you mean.”

His hand finds mine, and he pulls it toward him, pressing the back of my hand into the thick line of his hard dick through his sweatpants.

“Do you feel that? How can you feel how hard I am and doubt for a single second that I want this too?”

“But you…”

His mouth on mine strips me bare, the lingering fear in my chest until I can’t tell it apart from the need that’s heating my blood as I lean into him and give myself over to the wanting.

“Alex…”

“No, I don’t… talk later. Kiss me now.”

“Should I… go?”

I feel the tilt of Jack’s lips against my own, his amusement making me feel reckless, flush with arousal and adrenaline and maybe that’s why I say

“No, you should join us… If Jack’s cool with it?”

He’s nodding before I finish the question.

“Hell yeah, I’m cool with it. Come here, babe.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

When she’s close enough, Monica runs her hand up Jack’s back, her fingers tangling in his hair and I feel the shiver of pleasure that runs through him in all the places he’s pressed into me.

“Mmm, you like this, Jack? Having both of us touching you?”

I have no idea what’s gotten into me, but I can’t stop saying exactly what I’m thinking.

He makes me reckless, especially when he starts kissing my neck again,

“God, look at you… Jack, you’re so hard.”

I tip my head back and see Monica’s fingers dipping below the waistband of Jack’s sweatpants, and the very obvious tent of his hard cock as it throbs in anticipation.

“You going to do something about it?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Fuccckkk, yes. Touch me.”

The sight of him, the shameless way he presses his hips forward, showing me how hard he is as her delicate hand wraps around his length… It’s more than I can take.

“Oh, god.”

She’s stroking him slowly, but every twist of her fist has him thrusting into her touch, shifting so his dick presses into my hip on every stroke.

“See something you like, Alex?”

I don’t know how to say what I want when my mouth is watering with the need to taste him.

So instead of answering her, I drop to my knees in front of him, my mouth only inches from the tip of his dick as she continues to stroke him.

“Look at you, on your knees for me…”

“So good, isn’t he?”

His hand drops to my head, carding through my hair as he drinks me in and Monika continues to jerk his cock and watch us hungrily.

“You’ve never looked so good… god. Do you want to touch me too, Alex?”

“No, I want to taste you.”

“You want to suck Jack’s cock?”

I nod, my mouth watering with how desperately I want him.

“Need to hear you say it.”

“I want to suck you off. I… need to taste you.”

“Come here.”

I’m singlemindedly aware of him now, his proximity, his thick dick bobbing so close to my face, the tip swollen and already dripping.

Fuck, I want this. I’m afraid and a little bit ashamed, and that only turns me on more as Monica steps back, releasing him so I can take what I want.

“Mon… touch him… fuck, Alex. Make him feel good too.”

I’m vaguely aware of what he’s saying, but I’m so caught up in relishing the heavy weight of his cock on my tongue, the velvety feel of hot skin and rolling veins stretched over his hardness as he lets me explore him.

“Ohhh, Alex. You’ve never been this hard just for me.”

Monica palms my dick and the feeling of sucking Jack off while she plays with me is more than anything I’ve ever imagined.

“Take him out, baby. I want to see.”

“Fuck, I–”

“Come on, keep going. You’re doing so well for me. Let her make you feel good.”

I nod once, opening my greedy, swollen mouth to take him once more as Monica begins stroking me.

She knows what I like, and the familiar feel of her hand stroking and teasing me helps me focus on what I’m doing as I suck Jack’s cock.

I trace the veins along the underside of his cock with my tongue and am rewarded with a sharp moan, and I relish the sound and feel of his pleasure as it vibrates through us both, where I’m devouring him.

The room smells like sex. His arousal and mine mixing for a heady collision of desperate need, and Monica’s sweet scent only heightens the intensity as I dip my head in time with her strokes, taking the full length of his cock as my nose hits his pubic bone and I’m not thinking about anything except how good it all feels.

The salty tang of his pre-cum hits my senses as he hits the back of my throat.

“Fuck, yeah, that’s so good. Take all of me, just like that. Yes, Alex.. yes.”

His fingers card through my hair as he encourages me, and it makes me greedier to taste and feel more of him. I bob my head faster, chase his pleasure more greedily, and he begins to softly thrust into my mouth.

As he does, Monica’s wrist twists sharper, squeezing me just where she knows I like. I feel her manicured finger tap the tip of my dick, and I know she’s stringing my pre-cum between her finger and my slit.

“Look at him, babe, he’s dripping.”

“You’re working him over so good while he– mmm, fuck, swallows this dick.”

“I don’t think it’s me that’s getting him so worked up… I think it’s how fucking good you feel.”

They’re both right, but I don’t want to stop to tell them.

“Fuck, Alex, oh god.. I’m close–”

“I’m not ready, I…”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. We didn’t talk about it.”

The urgency in his voice and a sudden swoop of hesitancy make me pause, slowly pulling back to look at him as Monica stops stroking me to see what I decide.

But I can’t look away from his angry, throbbing cock, slick and shining with my spit and just inches from my face.

I can tell he’s close, so close, and I want to give him that release somehow.

“I want to watch you…”

“Let me help…”

“Fuck yes.”

I don’t have time to process it before Monica is kneeling, pressing herself into my side so I have an up close view as she opens her pretty mouth and takes his whole cock in one breath.

I’ve never seen anything so fucking hot in my life and I think I could cum just watching them.

“I’m cumming! I’m–”

“On my face.”

Then she pulls back, mouth open and eyes closed, ready to take his load.

“Oh fuck, Jack.”

Rope after rope of hot cum pulses out of his cock, and the filthy sight of Monica’s face dripping with Jack’s release nearly sends me over the edge.

I don’t even know when I started jerking my own cock, but fuck, it feels so good, especially when Jack leans down to kiss Monica, licking his own cum off her lips.

As they kiss, I feel a hand join mine as I jerk myself off. At first, I think it’s Monica’s, but it’s too large… too hot.. too…

“Oh god.”

Realising it’s Jack’s hand wrapped around my dick, stroking me, turns the fire in my blood into an inferno.

“We gotta take care of him, too, Mon… what do you need Alex?”

I don’t know what to say, so I rock my dick helplessly into his fist.

“Ah, ah. You can’t just hump my hand like a greedy boy. Tell me what you need.”

“To cum.”

“How do you want it? You can have either of us… or both.”

“I could take you just like this, make you cum all over my hand if that’s what you want.”

“I need to… I need to fuck.”

“Then take what you need.”

Jack strokes me once more, squeezing and releasing as I stand, gesturing for Monica to lie back on the couch. She does, spreading her legs so I can see her swollen, glistening pussy as she gazes down at my dick.

I can also see Jack’s cum, still dripping from her cheek as I line myself up and…

“Fuckkk I’m not going to last.”

“You never had that problem before.”

She’s right, but I never had Jack watching me fuck her, fondling his half hard cock before either… Fuck, I’m already so close.

I rock my hips, thrusting hard into Monica’s hot, tight cunt, but it’s not her I’m watching as the heat of my impending orgasm creeps up my spine.

It’s Jack, his dick in his fist, watching us.

The tight corded muscles of his neck, his ticking jaw, the pleasure on his face… It makes me so hard I can’t think, can’t focus beyond my desperate need to cum

I was already so close, and the heady, hot moan he lets out is my last straw as I arch my hips and –

“Fuck I’m coming!”

“Fuck yes, give her your cum, cum for us.”

I come back to my body and pull out of Monica, watching the way my cum strings between us as we both turn to look at Jack, grinning and still fisting his dick.

“Glad you think so.”

“So, those locker room showers are looking a lot more fun now…”

And I know it’s only the beginning.