Chapter 1: Introduction
The locker room was filled with the intoxicating aroma of sweat, chlorine and cologne, a melange that oddly enough, I had come to crave, a perfume of testosterone. The ping-ping-ping! of locker doors punctuated low-pitched discussions about this morning's wind sprints and an animated debate on Lebron versus Jordan.
A pleasant tingling sensation spread through me as I relished the welcome burn and exhaustion in my muscles after a grueling strength training session.
Stripping down and stepping into the shower, the pulsating hot water pummeled my weary back and washed away the sticky residue. As I turned to reach for the soap, movement caught my eye.
My unexpected observer stood at the entrance, arms folded against his muscular chest, drinking me in with unabashed hunger. Matt's gaze appraised me while he chewed on his lower lip, unsuccessfully hiding his arousal. He was the embodiment of raw power, and his presence derailed my train of thought.
Matt Parkers' blonde hair was wet, plastered to his head in rivulets, making his angular features even more striking.
"Enjoying the show?" I teased, the words barely audible above the steady stream of water.
His wolfish grin made my pulse quicken. "You don't know the half of it."
Boldly, he stepped into the shower. We exchanged a charged glance as he moved closer to me, the distance between us shrinking. The heat in his eyes mirrored the building inferno in my core.
I swallowed hard. "I think I might have an idea of what you mean."
In one swift movement, Matt pulled me close, his lips crashing onto mine. His tongue demanded entrance, our tongues battling and twisting, sharing the taste of our need for one another. I moaned, overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensation.
Matt moved against me, and I could feel the hard ridge of his erection through our wet bodies. I reached down, grabbing him, my fingers tracing the outline of his cock.
It twitched in my grasp as I firmly stroked his length with soapy, wet hands. Rivulets of water streamed down our bodies, and I gracefully maneuvered us under the showerhead to rinse away the foaming suds.
His hand trailed its way down to my ass, squeezing and pulling me closer.
I felt a bead of moisture escaping and trailing along his cock. My legs trembled, yielding to the tsunami of pleasure.
My other hand reached down to fondle his balls, gently caressing and rolling them between my fingertips. Matt hissed, shuddering against me, our bodies slick under the warm shower's spray.
"Fuck, Jake," he whispered gruffly, tangling his fingers in my hair. "You're insatiable."
"Only for you," I panted.
My hands continued their downward journey until I reached his ass, squeezing each cheek firmly. He groaned and pushed against my hands, rocking his hips as our cocks rubbed together. The growing length of his shaft felt amazing against my own.
My reactions became instinctual. I was desperate for more. The need to feel him inside me had reached critical mass.
"Condom," I gasped. "Now."
Matt pulled away reluctantly, tearing open the foil packet he pulled from his discarded gym bag. Before long, he sheathed himself with practiced ease.
I pressed my back against the cold tiles for some relief from the fervent heat coursing through my veins. With a wicked glint in his eyes, Matt positioned himself, guiding the blunt tip of his cock against my entrance. I shivered in anticipation, biting my lower lip in sweet agony.
"I hope you're ready for this," Matt growled, his voice thick with lust. And with a swift, determined thrust, he plunged his entire length deep inside me. My muscles stretched to accommodate his girth.
I hissed as he filled me completely, his cock nudging against my prostate with every shallow thrust. He paused, reaching out to palm my sensitive nipples, rolling them gently between his calloused fingers.
"God, Matt, you feel incredible," I whispered.
"Not as incredible as you do," he ground out, resuming his slow, intense assault. He captured my parted lips, our breath mingling as our tongues danced together.
The taste of mint from his gum ignited a firestorm in my gut. My toes curled, the delicious friction between our tongues a promise of what was to come.
"So fucking beautiful," Matt murmured, tearing his lips away from mine. His hand snaked around my neck, gently but firmly pulling me closer, tangling in the wet strands of my hair. He deepened the kiss, teeth clashing and tongues craving more.
I gripped his biceps, digging my nails into the taut, supple flesh.