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lock and leaned his racket against the metal locker frame.
    "You all right?" Eli asked.
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    "No. I'm wiped out."
    "Your game was a little off."
    "I know." Brock tugged the metal door and it opened with a noisy reverberating echo.
    "Maybe that guy did slip you something," Eli whispered.
    Frowning in dismay, Brock moaned, "Christ, I hope not."
    When Eli touched a spot under his jaw, Brock flinched back at the sting.
    "You cut yourself good, didn't you?"
    "Yes. Shaving. I have no idea how I managed it. But the way I'm feeling, I guess I was just being careless."
    "Looks nasty."
    "I put peroxide on it." Brock gently brushed his fingers over it.
    "That should help."
    Brock removed his sweaty shirt, sitting on the bench to take off his shoes and socks. When he was down to just his briefs, he slung his towel over his shoulder and said, "I'll meet you after a shower."
    "Okay, Brock."
    On his walk to the wall of shower stalls, Brock heard someone calling his name. Smiling, Brock waved. "Hi, Dominic."
    The young man in a white shirt and shorts uniform, peered over his shoulder quickly. "I've got a break coming."
    "Do you?" Brock chuckled in amusement.
    "Yeah. Uh ... interested?"
    "Always. I was about to shower—"
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    "That can wait." Dominic clasped Brock's hand, leading him to a secured room. Using a key on a chain attached to his belt loop, Dominic opened it, checked the area, nodding for Brock to go inside the small room used as part storeroom part office and lit by an overhead light.
    While Brock waited, Dominic closed them in, knelt in front of Brock and pulled his briefs down his thighs.
    As the adorable young man sucked him like a pro, Brock reached back to the desk to brace himself. Closing his eyes, feeling his balls tense up before his climax, Brock's knees gave out slightly. Dominic moaned in pleasure, massaging between Brock's sweaty thighs. The sucking grew deeper and stronger until Brock came, grunting and clenching his jaw.
    When he opened his eyes, Dominic was grinning at him.
    "You liked that one."
    Catching his breath, Brock nodded. "Oh, yes."
    Dominic stood, drew Brock's briefs back up to cover him, cupping his hand over the entire package. "You are unbelievable."
    Letting out a laugh at the irony, Brock replied, "And you're not so bad yourself."
    "Ready?" Dominic shut off the light.
    "Yes."
    Brock exited the tiny room, back on track for his shower.
    Turning to look over his shoulder, he found Dominic's wicked grin.

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    The Vampire and the Man-eater
    by G.A. Hauser
    By evening Brock was in his penthouse, feeling very weary and craving a nap. Lying prone on top of his bedspread, kicking off his shoes, Brock curled into the pillows and recalled his second blow job of the day. Meeting a man's gaze as he gassed up a black Stingray Corvette and Brock pumped unleaded into his silver Audi R8 Coup, he and this man ended up behind the gas station together. Once again his cock was in a hot mouth as he reciprocated with a hand-job.
    Five thirty, completely drained, Brock rested. He had to rise early for work tomorrow and needed to recuperate.
    Dozing off, winding into a dream, Brock was making out with the mysterious green-eyed man while lying on the street in the misty rain. Seeing his features clearly, Brock smiled in delight. The man was so incredibly beautiful. "What is your name?"
    The man just smiled.
    The handsome man opened Brock's slacks and fondled his cock. Lit up by the contact, Brock wrapped around him and went for his mouth, sucking on his tongue, his teeth, his lips, yearning to fuck this amazing man. Rolling on the wet ground, Brock tore open the man's shirt revealing a wall of muscled chest. Lapping his tongue over his skin, Brock whimpered in longing, grinding his cock into the naked one under him. It felt as if they were underwater but he could breathe. Suspended in a pool, holding tight, Brock and this