Page 36 of The Golden Receiver

When I started to tug down his sweats, he lifted his hips to make it easier. I pulled down his underwear with them, leaving him naked on my bedspread. I’d known his cock was impressive when I’d held it the week before, but touching it had nothing on seeing it. He was long and slender, with just a slight bend to the left. There was an impressive vein visible along the shaft. I couldn’t fight the urge. I licked along the prominent vein. He shuddered underneath me immediately.

So, he was responsive.

I liked that.

I began to work his cock over with my tongue, playing along the shaft and watching the way his body reacted. When I got closer to the head of his cock, his thighs tensed. I could make out the lines of muscle there too. I’d seen him doing squats in the weight room, and now that I was up close and personal, I could really appreciate the results. Eventually, teasing became too much for me.

I pulled his cock into my mouth, taking him down as far as I could. I wrapped my hand around the shaft to work the rest of it. My own dick ached in my shorts, but I didn’t care. The only thing I cared about was the way he felt heavy on my tongue and the little noises he was making. I felt his hands tangle into my hair. I moaned around his cock as his fingers tangled deeper, sending little bites of pain along my scalp. I was losing my mind just pleasuring him.

I increased the pressure, took him deeper, worked my hand and mouth in tandem. I tasted his salty precum on my tongue, and I couldn’t wait to taste his entire release. He began to thrust shallow thrusts, never pushing too deep. I almost wished he would. I almost wished he’d push deeper in, make me gag around the head of his cock. He got so physical on the field, and I wondered if he could get just as physical in the bedroom.

Not that I was sure if the dorm beds could handle that. They were small, and I didn’t think they were sturdy enough to handle us going at it full force. I’d be willing to test the theory if he was. Not today, because today, the only thing I had on my wish list was tasting his load. And then, okay, getting off myself. I wasn’t entirely selfless. Just partially selfless, and that was only when his dick was in my mouth.

I felt his hands tighten in my hair, just as his hips stuttered. He was close. I inhaled through my nose, and that spiced scent was even stronger. It was almost enough to make me dizzy. I wondered if it would affect the taste of his release. I was so eager to find out that my mouth was already watering. Of course, that could have had more to do with the cock in my mouth than the way he smelled, but I was going to claim it was just his scent.

“So close,” he moaned out.

Perfect. That was exactly what I wanted to hear. I took him down deeper, gagging around his shaft. His cock pulsed as I pulled back, and my mouth was filled with the salty release. It did not taste like cinnamon, but he still tasted amazing. I swallowed down every drop that I could, and I mourned every bit that leaked out. I really hoped this was not a one-time thing, because he tasted amazing.

I was still coming down from the high of getting him off when I felt his hands on my chest, pushing me backward. I barely caught myself on the back of the mattress. Kieran’s hands made quick work of my shorts, pushing them down until my dick sprung out. He spat on the palm of his hand and wrapped it around my shaft. His lips found mine again as he began to stroke me.

I was almost embarrassed by how little it took for me to shoot all over his hands.

We kept kissing, even after we both got off, making out on the bed as we came down from our orgasms. When I finally felt my head stop spinning, I pulled away. “So that happened,” I teased.

“I should⁠—”

I already knew where this was going. He was going to say he should go, and then he was going to freeze me out for another week. We had a game in a few days, and that couldn’t happen. Another game like last week, and we would both find ourselves riding the bench for the rest of the season.

“Stop,” I cut him off. His eyes widened, and I had a feeling he was going to flip his lid. Time for damage control. “Don’t freeze me out this time, okay?”

He looked at me for a moment before giving an almost imperceptible nod. “I won’t. Do need a shower though, so I should get going.” He sat up and swung his feet down onto the floor. “Run tomorrow?”

“Same time as always?”

Maybe this wouldn’t change anything.

I was wrong.

I mean, I was used to being wrong. It wasn’t the first time it happened. Hooking up a second time had changed things between me and Kieran. Not in a bad way, luckily, but things had changed. There wasn’t any coldness between us when we met the next morning for a run. We had some amazing moments at practice the next day. During Saturday’s game, we worked together as a seamless unit. That was the first big change.

The other change came halfway through our run on Sunday. We were at the furthest point of the trail away from campus, and the wind shifted. That amazing musky scent he got when he was working out filled my nose, and my mouth began to water. Before I knew it, I grabbed his wrist and kissed him. One thing led to another, and I got to experience his mouth for the first time.

It was the first of multiple hookups over the course of the next week.

It wasn’t every day, and it wasn’t something we talked about. Sometimes, it was a sloppy hand job on our runs. Once, it was a quick blowjob in one of the bathrooms in a building on campus that stayed open twenty-four hours a day. Lucky for us, no one else was there. It never went beyond that, but I wasn’t bitching.

I was becoming addicted to the little sounds he made and that spiced cinnamon scent of his arousal.

I thought about it when he wasn’t with me. I dreamed about it at night. Once, I was in my dorm, and I could have sworn I smelled it coming in through the vents like a special brand of torture designed only for me. I’d been trying to do homework when that happened, and let’s just say, new tabs were opened on my computer to handle a little problem before I could get back to focusing on my assignment.

On the field, we were starting to work together better too.

Unfortunately, it meant that I could notice other little changes. Like the way Damien Willis and Zak Reyes kept looking at Kieran and then whispering together. They weren’t the only ones, but they were the ones I noticed the most. It made me wish my helmet was more suited for my wolf ears. If I got my good ears out, I could hear what they were saying. Maybe it was all innocent. Maybe they were just talking about a play he made or something.

I was probably being paranoid.

It was just hard to watch anyone look at Kieran that way.