Chapter 3: Rising Action
As Evan entered the hotel room, a wave of anticipation washed over him. The plush carpeting muffled the sound of his footsteps, and the faint scent of lemon cleaner lingered in the air. The modern decor invited him in, promising him a haven from the demands and expectations of his daily life.
Across the room, Mats leaned against the king-sized bed, his muscular physique outlined by the soft glow of the lamps.
His piercing blue eyes never left Evan's, promising a night of pleasure they both desired.
"Come here," Mats demanded, his voice gruff and raw.
Evan obeyed, his heart pounding in his ears. He closed the distance between them, his body trembling with anticipation.
As he reached Mats, the Swede pulled him close, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him flush against his chest. Their lips met in a searing kiss, their tongues battling for dominance.
Evan could feel the warmth radiating from Mats' body, the musky scent of his cologne driving him wild with desire.
Evan pulled away from Mats, a sudden vulnerability in his voice. "Sorry we have to go so far away to be together," Evan said. "I'm not just ready for anyone to know yet. I don't want to risk losing everything I've worked for."
Understanding flashed across Mats' face, and he nodded, his expressions softening. "I know, I know. It's okay. I just want to be with you, Evan. I want to be yours."
Evan's eyes fluttered shut as Mats' words sank in, his body flooding with warmth at the confession. He couldn't deny his feelings for Mats ran deep. Evan knew he was in love with the older man, and he was ready to embrace it. But first, they needed to satisfy the growing hunger between them.
Mats' lips crashed against Evan's again, his tongue probing the hockey player's mouth with a fierce urgency. Evan eagerly returned the kiss, their teeth clashing as they struggled to get closer.
Mats' hands roamed down Evan's back, gripping at his ass and pulling him even closer.
The feel of Mats' erection pressing against his own sent a jolt of electricity through Evan's body.
He moaned into the kiss, his hips grinding against Mats' in response. The friction was maddening, and Evan knew he needed more.
Just then there was a loud knock at the door.
Startled, they both looked at each other before Mats made his way towards the door, peeking through the peephole before opening it. It was the room service that they had ordered but it was arriving much sooner than they were told.
As the young skinny man wheeled the carted food into the room he looked at Mats and said, "Aren't you Mats Nilsson?"
Mats, slightly thrown off by the interruption, replied, "Yes, I am. And who might you be?"
"I'm Reggie, I'm a huge fan, sir. I've watched all your games since you signed with the Victors!"
Mats, flattered by the compliment, thanked the young man and gave him a tip. Reggie wasn't quite ready to leave yet thought, still entranced by the hockey player's presence.
"Uh, sorry, can I get you sign something?" he pleaded.
"Ah let me find a piece of paper," Mats said looking around the seating area.
"I've got a better idea," Reggie said, "can you sign my ass? That way I can get a tatoo of it!" Reggie suggested, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
Mats couldn't help but chuckle at the absurd request, but seeing how eager Reggie was, he couldn't disappoint him. So, he grabbed a Sharpie from his bag and was all ready to sign when he got a good look at Reggie's deliciously peach of a butt.
The athlete's eyes widened with a sudden surge of lust, swiftly followed by curiosity.
"Alright, you asked for it," Mats said as he moved closer to Reggie, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Reggie's heart raced as Mats approached him. He couldn't believe that the object of his affections was just mere inches away from him - and was about to sign his butt, no less!
However, the youngster never expected things to escalate beyond a simple autograph.
Mats put the Sharpie down on the table and kneeled putting his face inbetween Reggie's cheeks.
"I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to give you a bit more than an autograph," Mats said, his voice thick with lust.
Reggie's face turned a deep shade of red, unsure of what to make of Mats' sudden change in demeanor. However, the feeling of the hockey player's hot breath on his ass frightened him and excited him all in one. His cock twitched against his underwear, threatening to burst at any moment.
Reggie's eyes went wide as Mats pressed his tongue against the tight pucker of his asshole. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before, causing him to tremble with pleasure.
Evan, coming out of the bedroom to see what the holdup was was shocked to see this Mats' face nestled in the crack of this young man's ass. The raw display of dominance and submission, the sight of Mats feasting on Reggie's virgin ass, had his cock rock hard in his jeans.
"Mats, what the fuck are you doing?" Evan asked with a smirk.
"Oh my god," Reggie said, "You're Evan Keller!" He could barely get the words out as Mats tongue continued to fuck his hole. Mats groaned and pulled Reggie's hips closer to his face.
Evan's cock was straining against his jeans so he decided to join in on the fun. He unzipped his pants and let his hard cock bounce out freely. Reggie's eyes grew wide. Evan grabbed hold of his cock and began guiding it to Reggie's mouth.
"I'm, um, straight," Reggie said.
"Go ahead," Evan said, "it's not every day you get to suck off one professional hockey player and have your ass eaten by another."
Reggie hesitated, glancing up at Evan with an expression of confusion and excitement. Mats' tongue was making lazy circles around his rim, leaving Reggie's legs shaking with pleasure.
"Fuck it," Reggie said, finally giving in to his desires. He opened his mouth wide and wrapped his lips around Evan's hard shaft.
Evan let out a low moan, reaching down to card his fingers through Reggie's long hair. The young man sucked hungrily, his tongue sweeping over Evan's head and along his shaft.
Evan couldn't help but thrust his hips forward, wanting more of Reggie's eager mouth.
Meanwhile, Mats had slipped a lubed-up finger into Reggie's ass, pumping it in and out as his mouth moaned with pleasure around Evan's cock.
Reggie's tight virgin hole clenched around Mats' finger, causing the young man to moan in delight.
"Oh, fuck yes, you little slut," Mats growled, adding a second finger to the mix. Reggie's breathing grew ragged, his moans muffled by Evan's cock.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Evan warned, his balls tightening as Reggie's lips and tongue worked their magic.
Mats responded by curling his fingers upward, hitting Reggie's prostate and causing his cock to throb.
Reggie moaned in pleasure, the vibrations sending tingles down Evan's spine. With a grunt, Evan couldn't hang on any longer and spilled his load deep into Reggie's throat. Reggie gagged a little and let the cum drip down his chin.
Mats, in turn, withdrew his fingers from Reggie's ass, and replaced them with his cock.
"You're so fucking tight, you little slut," Mats muttered, his voice gravelly with desire. He wrapped his free hand around Reggie's dick and began to stroke him off in time with his thrusts into Reggie's ass.
Reggie looked up at Evan with a mixture of wonder and fear, not knowing how much more he could handle.
Finally Mats let out a guterall growl as he came deep into Reggie's ass.
His orgasm triggered Reggie's own release as he shot his waistband, and the plush hotel carpeting. The scent of sweat, musk, and semen filled the air as Reggie panted, unable to move.
Mats pulled out of Reggie and stood up, giving the young man a playful smack on the ass. "Thanks for the extra room service, handsome." He gave Evan a knowing grin, before sitting down to catch his breath.
Reggie was still reeling from the intensity of the encounter, his legs like jelly as he stood there with Evan's cum dribbling down his chin and Mats' cum dribbling out his ass. Evan, for his part, couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness towards the young man.
"Hey, you okay?" Evan asked, gently brushing a strand of hair out of Reggie's face.
Reggie nodded, still unable to find his voice.
Evan smiled softly before leading the young man to the bathroom to clean up. Reggie now had quite the story to tell, but who in the hell would ever believe him?