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Jefferson was hung, no question of it. Intimidating - as much so now as when I’d seen him naked that first day - and not just a little enviable. Only while I couldn’t exactly claim taking his dick was easy, the rest of the experience counted for something, too. The attraction I felt to him overcoming any resistance, whether it be intentional or otherwise, and no way not to be distracted, beguiled, by his muscles, and his heft atop or behind me, and the simple knowledge that he wanted me to feel as good as humanly possible.

The plug hit the right spots, sure, but it was a lackluster alternative compared to everything else Jefferson’s dick came attached to.

I looked up, at the man himself watching me. Wondering how many of the thoughts just swirling through my head he’d have been able to guess at.

“No jerking off,” he said, leaving me both frustrated and fantasizing about what the eventual reward for my compliance might be.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Trying to get dressed again as we neared the campsite turned out to be a lot more awkward than pulling my clothes off had been. If I wanted to be halfway to graceful doing it, anyway. The way my twisting and contorting encouraged the plug to gouge against the more sensitive spots in my ass certainly didn’t help. Brayden was visibly entertained at my flushed face and exasperated expression, grinning even wider when I flipped him off.

All the same, it was a good distraction from the sense of nervous anticipation building in my stomach. The two seniors seemed blithely casual about the prospect of a weekend spent with Coach and his partner, but I couldn’t say I was so relaxed at the idea.

It’d been awkward enough talking to him for a couple of minutes after the competition. The thought of us all sitting across a campfire, tiptoeing around the details which had almost got me kicked off the team, made hiding in the bed of Jefferson’s truck for the whole weekend seem strangely appealing.

Not that delaying or hanging back was an option in the end: not when one of my teammates was telling me to grab the cooler, and the other to make sure I didn’t leave behind any parts for the two tents, and a litany of other chores that left my brain thoroughly occupied with unpacking. Well, unpacking and trying to ignore the near-constant grind of the butt plug.

The looks Jefferson and Brayden kept giving me - combined with the smug amusement I caught more than a couple of times - made it clear that both of them knew why I was so distracted. Brayden’s tap on my ass, somehow managing to land right on the toy’s flared base, was the final straw.

“Seriously?” I snapped, hopping from one foot to the other as my insides squirmed.

“Something says you’re enjoying it,” he teased in return. Accompanied by a pointed glance down, at where my cock was - stubbornly, obstinately - very clearly hard.

“I’m gonna shove you in the bonfire later,” I snapped.

“So I can get as hot and bothered as you are now?” Brayden looked deeply entertained by his own joke.

I grunted frustration, turning away. Only to find myself face-to-face with Coach’s boyfriend.

Luke seemed a little taken aback at my thundery expression.

“Uh... hey?”

I opened and closed my mouth a few times, like a landed fish. Words momentarily escaping me.

“I feel like I was interrupting something,” he added.

No hope of missing his glance over my shoulder, at where I figured Brayden was still grinning with self-satisfaction, or indeed the way Luke’s eyes quickly flickered down. The way he was biting his lip, to keep from smiling, left me with no doubt that he’d clocked my erection in the process.

“I was actually just going... to the truck... to get...” I started.

“Aren’t you gonna introduce us, lil bro?” Brayden’s arm dropped around my shoulders, as pointed as a death-grip and as inescapably heavy as chains. His fingers drumming a happy beat on my pec.

Luke eyed us both, curiously.

“Uh, Luke, this is Brayden. He’s on the team.” I resisted the urge to add that he was a total asshole, too.

“Pleased to finally meet you,” Brayden said, holding out his other hand. “Well, not really ‘finally’ since, y’know, we didn’t know you existed. But... yeah.”

Luke’s eyebrow was raised as he shook the proffered hand. “You mean Anthony doesn’t talk about me after practice? I’m astounded.”

Brayden looked down at me. “Anthony?” he mouthed.

I shrugged, or as best I could with the weight of his arm around me.

A moment later that heft slipped away, Jefferson brushing off his buddy’s arm.

“Jefferson,” he announced, hand outstretched. “Thanks for inviting us along this weekend, we all really appreciate it.”