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gear,” Colt says.
    “Whatever,” she says. “You haven’t got the guts to cheat on me in this house.”
    “Fuck you,” he yells back, and a door gets slammed.
    Someone storms up the stairs. The bathroom door flies open, and Colt is standing there looking furious. “Colt, I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to cause drama,” I say.
    Colt pulls me out the shower and puts his mouth against mine. It knocks the wind out of me until his tongue flicks my mouth open and I instinctively bite his lip. “Colt,” I moan. “Do you really want this?”
    “I want all of you,” he says. “If you can take it.” He wraps his arms around my body and holds me. Then he lifts my jacket off, then the shirt over my head. He takes off his pants and boxers and pauses to let me look.
    I fight back the urge to let my mouth hang open in awe. His cock is thick and smooth. This coach is hung. “Take a picture,” he dares me. “It’ll last longer.” I pick up my camera and focus it right on his lovely cock. I turn the camera to the bathroom mirror to get a shot of me standing next to him. I want to remember this moment.
    Colt’s face turns a little red. Is he embarrassed? He flashes a little smile and then runs off. He’s light on his feet and fast. “Colt?” I call after him. “Where are you going?” I follow him with my camera as he runs from room to room.
    “I feel weird, okay!” he shouts. Colt keeps ducking behind beds and chairs. I’m getting tons of blurry shots. Eventually, he runs straight at me and tackles me to the ground. I cry out, and he jumps off me. “Are you okay?” he asks.
    “Just shocked,” I say, on my back. “That’s all. I’m tougher than I look.” I grin. Colt starts kissing me again. My erection is pushing against my boxers and bumping against his growing cock. He bites and sucks at my lip and then pulls his face away. I can’t believe I still have my boxers on and his nude body is rubbing all over me.
    “I do need to shower though,” Colt says. Then he gets up and leaves me there. I manage to get back up myself and try to follow him but he shuts the door in my face.
    “Colt? What’s up?”
    He speaks to me through the door. “I haven’t been with anyone new in a long time.”
    “Are you nervous?” I laugh a little.
    “Hey, just because I look tough doesn’t mean I’m perfect,” he says in his gruff voice. This dude is the cutest thing ever.
    My cock is pointing up and pushing my boxers out, barely contained. I pull them down, and my erection pings up and slaps against my stomach. I suddenly remember how long it’s been since I masturbated. I’m just aching for an orgasm. I open the bathroom door and walk in with my camera around my neck. Colt is standing right in front of me.
    He feels my arms and brushes his fingers over my nipples. His cock isn’t fully hard like mine but it’s well on its way. It’s heavy and smooth, webbed with pretty veins. His big balls hang down; they look engorged. I take a picture of his cock. It’s perfect.
    “Enough pictures,” he says. I nod, as if to say but what now? We’re opposite each other…
    Naked.
    Aroused.
    He steps into his spacious shower. I look at myself in the mirror. My face is flushed. “Are you coming?” he calls out. I swallow and then follow him. His ass is smooth. His glute muscles are outlined. Colt turns around and our cocks bump. I’ve been rock hard for half an hour. His large, semi-erect cock bounces as the hot shower water runs off it. I reach out to touch it, looking at his face for a reaction. He gently smiles and nods at me, giving permission. I squeeze it, then I head for the balls and hold them in my hands. Large, like the rest of him.
    Colt holds the back of my neck and puts his lips onto mine. I go slightly on my tiptoes as the shower water drums on my head. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. Our tongues dance and I bite at his lips. I hook my feet behind his back. He tastes like whiskey and