Page 101 of The Locker Room

There was his lover, that prime, muscular, powerful, amazing body

spread out on the bed, his knees spread, his backside in full view. He had

his own plug—the kind with the graduated beads—inserted deep inside

his body, and his cock, huge and rampant and purple, already drooling

pre-come, being stroked in his fist.

“You want to fuck me?” Chris taunted. “You want it? You"d better

hope I come first. That"s the rule, right?”

Xander groaned and fell on the bed, splaying his knees as he

hovered over Chris. He didn"t take time to kiss or to nuzzle, he simply

devoured that hard, fat, wide cock, taking it all the way to the back of his

throat, even as he fumbled with Christian"s hard testicles. Chris

chuckled, but it was a breathy, aroused sound, and as Xander fell upon

him he wriggled underneath Xander to engulf Xander"s aching erection

in his willing, wet mouth.

Xander growled, having gone from quiet introspection tonow now

now now gotta fuck/be fucked NOW!In record time. God—he didn"t

know how the rest of the world felt, and he"d heard of people growing

bored with lovers, losing interest, losing “spark,” but he could not

imagine, ever, not craving Christian"s willing touch on his body, not

needing his hands, his mouth, his tongue…oh God,(as Chris tormented

him by pulling on the weighted plug)his fucking cock!

But Xander had an advantage in this game—he was taller. He had

full access to the private playground that was Christian"s erogenous

zone. Chris"s cock went down his throat easily (because Xander

practiced) and his balls (large, heavy) were easily played with. His

(exquisitely sensitive) taint was exposed by his spread legs, and Xander

teased it with the gentle scrape of his nails. Around his cock, Christian

begged/whimpered, the sound muffled and desperate—and vibrating

right through Xander"s cockhead.

Xander had to squeeze his eyes tight and concentrate in an effort