...“So, I’ll see you at Carter’s in about an hour?” Alex asked as he and Sam walked out to the parking lot.

“You bet.” Sam clasped him on the shoulder. Was it Alex’s imagination that he kept it there a few seconds longer than was the norm?

“How about I pick you up?” Sam suggested. “It’ll save having a vehicle in front of Carter’s house.”

“Sounds great.” His heart ka-thumped against his ribs.

“Great. See you in an hour.” There was a subtle squeeze to Alex’s shoulder before Sam dropped his arm and walked on to a blue Buick sedan that matched his eyes.

Alex somehow managed to make his body move. He felt like a walking hard-on, tight all over. The jock strap cut off his circulation. He fought the urge to adjust things. His dick and balls got claustrophobic real fast when they didn’t have the freedom they wanted. Every step toward his compact white pick-up was agony.

He lifted a parting wave to another team member, then seated his key and swung the door open. Getting behind the steering wheel was another painful issue. After a quick look around to make sure he wasn’t being spied on, Alex tugged and pulled at the support while he slipped into his seat. It only made things worse. Now the elastic nailed the head of his cock at the wrong angle.

Alex fumbled for a towel from his gym bag, draped it over his lap, and shoved down the penis straightjacket. His erection sprung to freedom, tenting the towel. He sighed with relief and curled his fingers around it, offering a stroke in apology. The greedy cock wanted more. It wanted attention. It wanted to come. It wanted Sam’s lips around it, his fingers caressing it, his ass begging for it.

He tried to tuck his penis between his clutched thighs. Not only was it impossible with the jock strap wedged down, but Alex couldn’t drive that way. And if he kept toying with his dick like this, someone was bound to see him. He pressed the towel over his lap, then tucked the edges under him. It was hopeless. Nothing would deflate the menace.

Well…one thing would.

Alex left the towel draped over his lap and pointed his truck toward home. A white-knuckled grip kept his fingers around the steering wheel. His unruly penis kept pushing its head up as if to help drive. And when he pulled into his driveway, it looked like every neighbor within a five-block radius had decided to be outside.

Killing the engine, he pulled his jock into place as best he could, then used his gym bag as a shield while he darted inside. Thankfully, no one did more than wave at him. It was his lucky day; hopefully, in more ways than one.

He pressed his back against the door after he’d closed it and stripped his shorts off where he stood…then slid to the tile with his hand wrapped around his cock. The cold floor did nothing to shock his system to a controllable level. If anything, he’d swear the heat from his body melted the ceramic back into slurry. He imagined himself splayed before Sam, at his mercy to do with whatever he wished, whatever he commanded. His balls tightened at the thought, pushing drops of pre-cum to the gaping slit at the top of his rigid dick.

Alex brushed his thumb over the head, smearing the sticky residue around until it glistened. He shoved the other hand between his legs, kneading his sac, which was now as hard as the penis waving above it. He slipped lower, to the tight hole beneath, pushing for entrance while he fisted his erection. Back to his testicles, weighing, massaging, delving between them. That’s what Sam would do—shove him wide and gobble him up.

Another surge sent fire racing along his erection. Pre-cum dribbled down the shaft, moistened his fist so he could go faster, tighter. His hips pumped, slapping onto the tile floor in time to his heartbeat. God, why didn’t he have more hands?

His hard nipples rasped against his cotton T-shirt. Lips sucking, teeth raking over them would have felt oh-so-wonderful! Fingers probing deep in his ass. Sam’s hand stroking him.

Alex wedged into the corner by the door, feet flat on the floor, while he pivoted his hips into his imaginary lover. He grappled for the towel and wadded it over his cock. The soft terry kissed his skin. He pressed it against his balls and squeezed tight. Taking both ends, he raked it over his erection. Skidding up and then down, until each breath was nothing more than a gasp.