Point Shot 01 - Two Man Advantage Read Free Page A

flipped a mental coin. Into the shower I went, my hand cupping my aching balls. The water was chilly at first. I doused my head, then reached for the complimentary bar of soap. Starting at the back of my neck, I began lathering. Up, down, then under my arms the soap glided. I soaped my chest. My head fell back. My eyes closed. When my hand glided over the head of my prick, I inhaled sharply. In my mind’s eye I could see Arou on his knees, his deep-blue eyes smoky with passion, his fat lips stretched around my cock. I began mentally pumping in and out of his mouth. He groaned. I came in five strokes. Maybe six.
    The first wave of my orgasm nearly blinded me with its intensity. I collapsed sideways, my free hand splayed on the tiles to prevent head trauma. I couldn’t breathe normally for a full minute afterward. Reaching down, I turned off the water, stepped out, then wrapped a thick towel around my waist. My head still felt disjointed and hazy. It had been some time since I’d experienced an orgasm like that. You know how some are fives and some are tens? The tens are fucking rare, so we learn to live with fives, sixes, sevens and a hot eight on occasion. Tens never come by hand. So what had been so special about that particular hand job? I cleared an oval in the steamy bathroom mirror. My hair was plastered to my head. I exited the bathroom, opting to forgo a comb or razor until the morning. The TV was still muted. I threw my ass onto the bed then cranked up the volume. Local news. Wonder what they’ll be talking about during the sports section tonight , I thought facetiously. Why not turn it up and see, Vic?
    “Okay,” I mumbled, stretching out on the cover, my back against the wooden headboard and my ankles crossed. Some assholeish commercial was playing. My nuts tingled. I reached down to scratch them. Instead I weighed them in my palm. They didn’t feel any lighter. Seemed an explosion like the one that had occurred in the shower would have them shriveled up like rejected grapes left on the vine for the bran man. I rolled them around gently. Local sportscaster Jimmy Joe Jerkoff was talking about the arrival of the newest Cougar. How fucking surprising! I squeezed my sac as he rambled on while showing a clip from the last game the Barracudas had had with the North Carolina Sandpipers. Smiling at the goal I’d scored in OT, I moved my hand from my balls to my prick. Sometimes I like to just sit and watch the tube while I hold or tug on my dick. I’m not the only dude who does it, trust me. I was about to change the blah-blah when the video changed from me to Arou.
    “We’re looking forward to having such a skilled player on the team,” Dan was telling whoever it was with the news camera in his face. He had just left the Cougars’ locker room. His eye was puffy but not closed. The cheek I had split had been sutured and taped. His dark hair was wet. A thin strand curled right beside his left eye. I watched his mouth as he spoke. I wondered how he tasted. What his tongue would feel like when I sucked on it. I’d bet he was a firm little fuck. His neck was thick. The blue sweater he wore made his lapis eyes glow. “I’m personally hoping Kalinski stays for a while. He might be just what this team needs.”
    My head kicked back so quickly and so unexpectedly that I startled myself. My cock jumped in my hand. Spunk flew over my thighs as I twitched and groaned. Catching my breath a moment later, I glanced down at myself. My towel was hanging open. The top four inches as well as the head of my prick was drooping to the left. A gossamer thread of ejaculate ran from the still-purplish head to my thigh. My fingers were coated. I was a fucking mess. I threw myself from the bed, then stalked back into the bathroom for another shower. I wouldn’t turn the fucking TV back on when I was clean this time.
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    The following morning I was seated in the Cougars’ dressing room, feeling as piss-poor as a man can,