The locker room was empty, the echoes of footsteps and the scent of sweat still lingering in the air. Kade stood in front of Bryce’s locker, bare and vulnerable, his heart pounding a rhythm that matched the adrenaline of his last sprint. His aviator sunglasses rested on the bench beside him, a shield he’d dropped for this moment. His fingers trembled as he reached for the pair of shorts hanging inside. Bryce’s shorts. They smelled like him—sweat, musk, and something inexplicably intoxicating.Kade’s breath hitched as he slipped into them, the fabric brushing against his bare skin. It was too much and not enough all at once. He pressed his back against the cool metal of the lockers, his hand sliding down his stomach. His fingers wrapped around his cock, already half-hard from the thrill of being here, doing this. He closed his eyes, imagining it was Bryce’s hand instead, Bryce’s voice growling in his ear, Bryce’s—The door creaked open.Kade froze, his eyes snapping open. Bryce stood in the doorway, his hazel eyes narrowing as they landed on Kade. The taller man’s muscular frame filled the space, his track shirt clinging to his chest. His gaze dropped to Kade’s hand, still gripping himself beneath the waistband of his shorts.“What the fuck, Kade?” Bryce’s voice was low, dangerous.Kade yanked his hand out, his face burning. “I—uh—I was just—”Bryce took a step forward, his jaw tight. “You were jerking off in my shorts?”“No! I mean… it’s not what it looks like.” Kade’s voice cracked, his brain scrambling for an excuse. But there was no denying it. The proof was right there, his cock still semi-hard and the flush on his cheeks impossible to hide.Bryce smirked, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. “You’re a sick little fucker, you know that?”Kade’s stomach dropped. He opened his mouth to apologize, to beg for forgiveness, but Bryce cut him off.“But I guess I can’t blame you,” Bryce said, his voice dropping an octave. He took another step closer, crowding Kade against the lockers. “I mean, who wouldn’t want a piece of this?”Kade’s breath hitched as Bryce’s hand reached out, brushing against the waistband of the shorts. His fingers grazed Kade’s hip, sending a shiver up his spine. “You want to make this right?” Bryce murmured, his breath hot against Kade’s ear. “You’re going to have to suck my dick.”Kade’s eyes widened. “What? No, I—”Bryce’s hand gripped his chin, forcing him to look up. “Don’t act like you don’t want it. I saw the way you were eyeing me during practice. Always sneaking looks when you thought I wasn’t paying attention.”Kade’s face burned hotter, his heart racing. He wanted to deny it, to push Bryce away and run, but his body betrayed him. His cock twitched, fully hard now, pressed against the fabric of Bryce’s shorts. Bryce noticed, his grin widening.“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He stepped back, pulling his shirt off in one fluid motion. His chest was defined, muscles rippling with every movement. He unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving Kade’s. “Now, get on your knees.”Kade’s legs felt like jelly as he sank to the floor, his hands trembling at his sides. Bryce’s shorts slid down his hips, his cock springing free. It was thick, uncut, and already half-hard. Kade’s mouth watered as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the tip.Bryce’s hand tangled in his hair, guiding him forward. “That’s it. Show me how bad you want it.”Kade opened his mouth, taking him in. The taste of salt and musk filled his senses, his tongue sliding along the length. Bryce groaned, his grip tightening in Kade’s hair. “Fuck, you’re good at this.”Kade’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked, his own cock throbbing with every bob of his head. He could feel Bryce’s hips twitching, his breath growing heavier. “You like that, don’t you?” Bryce growled. “You like being on your knees for me?”Kade moaned around him, the vibration earning another deep groan from Bryce. “Yeah, you’re a dirty little slut. I bet you’ve been dreaming about this.”Kade’s eyes fluttered shut, his own hand moving to stroke himself as he worked Bryce’s cock. Bryce noticed, his free hand slapping Kade’s away. “No, you don’t get to come yet. You’re here to serve me.”Kade whimpered, but he obeyed, focusing entirely on Bryce. He felt the grip in his hair tighten as Bryce thrust into his mouth, his pace quickening. “Fuck, I’m close,” Bryce growled. “Swallow it all, you little whore.”Kade’s throat constricted as Bryce came, the salty taste flooding his mouth. He swallowed eagerly, his own cock aching for release. Bryce pulled out, his chest heaving as he looked down at Kade. “Good boy.”Kade panted, his face flushed and his lips swollen. He reached for his cock, desperate to finish, but Bryce stopped him again. “Not yet.” He turned Kade around, pressing him against the lockers. “You’ve been such a good slut, I think you deserve a reward.”Kade’s heart raced as he felt Bryce’s cock pressing against him. “Wait, I—”“Relax,” Bryce murmured, his hands gripping Kade’s hips. “You want this. I can feel how much you want it.”Kade’s protests died in his throat as Bryce pushed in, the stretch sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He bit his lip, trying to stifle the moan that escaped as Bryce started to move. It was rough, primal, every thrust driving Kade closer to the edge. He gripped the lockers for support, his cock leaking precum onto the floor.“You’re so tight,” Bryce growled, his hips slamming into Kade’s ass. “You were made for this.”Kade’s vision blurred as pleasure overwhelmed him. He was so close, so fucking close. “Bryce, I—”Bryce’s hand reached around, stroking Kade’s cock in time with his thrusts. “Come for me, slut.”Kade’s body convulsed as he came, his cum splattering onto the floor. Bryce groaned, his own release following soon after. He pulled out, his breath heavy as he looked down at Kade. “Don’t think this means we’re done.”Kade slumped against the lockers, his legs barely able to support him. He watched as Bryce grabbed his bag, tossing it over his shoulder. “Clean this up,” Bryce said, gesturing to the mess on the floor. “And don’t even think about touching my stuff again. Unless I tell you to.”Kade nodded, his throat too dry to form words. He waited until Bryce was gone before collapsing onto the bench, his body still trembling from the aftershocks. He reached for his sunglasses, slipping them on like they were armor. But even through the tinted lenses, he couldn’t shake the image of Bryce’s smirk, the way his eyes had darkened with desire.He grabbed his clothes, trying to focus on getting dressed. But as he pulled on Bryce’s shorts—his shorts now—he couldn’t help the thrill that shot through him. He’d fucked up. He’d been caught. And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to regret it.---The next morning, Kade woke up late, his alarm blaring in his ear. He groaned, slamming his hand down on the snooze button. It was one of those rare days where practice was in the morning, and he was already cutting it close. He threw on his track clothes, skipping the underwear in his haste to get out the door.By the time he arrived, practice was already in full swing. Bryce was there, of course, leading the pack like he always did. Kade tried to focus, to push the memory of yesterday out of his mind, but it was impossible. Every time Bryce glanced his way, he felt a jolt of heat that had nothing to do with the sun.After practice, Kade lingered in the weight room, determined to make up for his lateness. Bryce was there too, his presence impossible to ignore. Kade was mid-rep on the bench press when he felt something shift. He looked up, his breath catching in his throat.Bryce was staring down at him, his hazel eyes locked on Kade’s crotch. Kade followed his gaze, his face flushing as he realized his dick had slipped out of his shorts. Bryce smirked, his eyes meeting Kade’s. “You’re always full of surprises, aren’t you?”Kade’s heart raced as he sat up, trying to adjust himself. “It’s not—I didn’t—”“Relax,” Bryce said, his voice low. “I don’t mind the view.”Kade’s cheeks burned, but he couldn’t help the thrill that shot through him. He looked up at Bryce, his voice shaky but determined. “If you’re so eager to see, why don’t we make things interesting?”Bryce raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “What did you have in mind?”Kade hesitated, then took a deep breath. “We lift naked.”Bryce laughed, a deep, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Kade’s spine. “You’re on.”

Kade was in the locker room, wearing Bryce's shorts and touching himself when Bryce walked in and caught him, demanding Kade suck his dick. After Kade complied and Bryce came, Bryce fucked Kade against the lockers and then left, telling Kade to clean up. The next morning, Kade saw Bryce at practice and later in the weight room, where Bryce caught Kade with his dick out of his shorts and suggested they lift naked.

The locker room was empty, the echoes of footsteps and the scent of sweat still lingering in the air. Kade stood in front of Bryce’s locker, bare and vulnerable, his heart pounding a rhythm that matched the adrenaline of his last sprint. His aviator sunglasses rested on the bench beside him, a shield he’d dropped for this moment. His fingers trembled as he reached for the pair of shorts hanging inside. __Bryce’s shorts.__ They smelled like him—sweat, musk, and something inexplicably intoxicating.

Kade’s breath hitched as he slipped into them, the fabric brushing against his bare skin. It was too much and not enough all at once. He pressed his back against the cool metal of the lockers, his hand sliding down his stomach. His fingers wrapped around his cock, already half-hard from the thrill of being here, doing *this.* He closed his eyes, imagining it was Bryce’s hand instead, Bryce’s voice growling in his ear, Bryce’s—

The door creaked open.

Kade froze, his eyes snapping open. Bryce stood in the doorway, his hazel eyes narrowing as they landed on Kade. The taller man’s muscular frame filled the space, his track shirt clinging to his chest. His gaze dropped to Kade’s hand, still gripping himself beneath the waistband of *his* shorts.

“What the fuck, Kade?” Bryce’s voice was low, dangerous.

Kade yanked his hand out, his face burning. “I—uh—I was just—”

Bryce took a step forward, his jaw tight. “You were jerking off in my shorts?”

“No! I mean… it’s not what it looks like.” Kade’s voice cracked, his brain scrambling for an excuse. But there was no denying it. The proof was right there, his cock still semi-hard and the flush on his cheeks impossible to hide.

Bryce smirked, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. “You’re a sick little fucker, you know that?”

Kade’s stomach dropped. He opened his mouth to apologize, to beg for forgiveness, but Bryce cut him off.

“But I guess I can’t blame you,” Bryce said, his voice dropping an octave. He took another step closer, crowding Kade against the lockers. “I mean, who wouldn’t want a piece of this?”

Kade’s breath hitched as Bryce’s hand reached out, brushing against the waistband of the shorts. His fingers grazed Kade’s hip, sending a shiver up his spine. “You want to make this right?” Bryce murmured, his breath hot against Kade’s ear. “You’re going to have to suck my dick.”

Kade’s eyes widened. “What? No, I—”

Bryce’s hand gripped his chin, forcing him to look up. “Don’t act like you don’t want it. I saw the way you were eyeing me during practice. Always sneaking looks when you thought I wasn’t paying attention.”

Kade’s face burned hotter, his heart racing. He wanted to deny it, to push Bryce away and run, but his body betrayed him. His cock twitched, fully hard now, pressed against the fabric of Bryce’s shorts. Bryce noticed, his grin widening.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He stepped back, pulling his shirt off in one fluid motion. His chest was defined, muscles rippling with every movement. He unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving Kade’s. “Now, get on your knees.”

Kade’s legs felt like jelly as he sank to the floor, his hands trembling at his sides. Bryce’s shorts slid down his hips, his cock springing free. It was thick, uncut, and already half-hard. Kade’s mouth watered as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the tip.

Bryce’s hand tangled in his hair, guiding him forward. “That’s it. Show me how bad you want it.”

Kade opened his mouth, taking him in. The taste of salt and musk filled his senses, his tongue sliding along the length. Bryce groaned, his grip tightening in Kade’s hair. “Fuck, you’re good at this.”

Kade’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked, his own cock throbbing with every bob of his head. He could feel Bryce’s hips twitching, his breath growing heavier. “You like that, don’t you?” Bryce growled. “You like being on your knees for me?”

Kade moaned around him, the vibration earning another deep groan from Bryce. “Yeah, you’re a dirty little slut. I bet you’ve been dreaming about this.”

Kade’s eyes fluttered shut, his own hand moving to stroke himself as he worked Bryce’s cock. Bryce noticed, his free hand slapping Kade’s away. “No, you don’t get to come yet. You’re here to serve me.”

Kade whimpered, but he obeyed, focusing entirely on Bryce. He felt the grip in his hair tighten as Bryce thrust into his mouth, his pace quickening. “Fuck, I’m close,” Bryce growled. “Swallow it all, you little whore.”

Kade’s throat constricted as Bryce came, the salty taste flooding his mouth. He swallowed eagerly, his own cock aching for release. Bryce pulled out, his chest heaving as he looked down at Kade. “Good boy.”

Kade panted, his face flushed and his lips swollen. He reached for his cock, desperate to finish, but Bryce stopped him again. “Not yet.” He turned Kade around, pressing him against the lockers. “You’ve been such a good slut, I think you deserve a reward.”

Kade’s heart raced as he felt Bryce’s cock pressing against him. “Wait, I—”

“Relax,” Bryce murmured, his hands gripping Kade’s hips. “You want this. I can feel how much you want it.”

Kade’s protests died in his throat as Bryce pushed in, the stretch sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He bit his lip, trying to stifle the moan that escaped as Bryce started to move. It was rough, primal, every thrust driving Kade closer to the edge. He gripped the lockers for support, his cock leaking precum onto the floor.

“You’re so tight,” Bryce growled, his hips slamming into Kade’s ass. “You were made for this.”

Kade’s vision blurred as pleasure overwhelmed him. He was so close, so fucking close. “Bryce, I—”

Bryce’s hand reached around, stroking Kade’s cock in time with his thrusts. “Come for me, slut.”

Kade’s body convulsed as he came, his cum splattering onto the floor. Bryce groaned, his own release following soon after. He pulled out, his breath heavy as he looked down at Kade. “Don’t think this means we’re done.”

Kade slumped against the lockers, his legs barely able to support him. He watched as Bryce grabbed his bag, tossing it over his shoulder. “Clean this up,” Bryce said, gesturing to the mess on the floor. “And don’t even think about touching my stuff again. Unless I tell you to.”

Kade nodded, his throat too dry to form words. He waited until Bryce was gone before collapsing onto the bench, his body still trembling from the aftershocks. He reached for his sunglasses, slipping them on like they were armor. But even through the tinted lenses, he couldn’t shake the image of Bryce’s smirk, the way his eyes had darkened with desire.

He grabbed his clothes, trying to focus on getting dressed. But as he pulled on Bryce’s shorts—*his* shorts now—he couldn’t help the thrill that shot through him. He’d fucked up. He’d been caught. And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to regret it.

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The next morning, Kade woke up late, his alarm blaring in his ear. He groaned, slamming his hand down on the snooze button. It was one of those rare days where practice was in the morning, and he was already cutting it close. He threw on his track clothes, skipping the underwear in his haste to get out the door.

By the time he arrived, practice was already in full swing. Bryce was there, of course, leading the pack like he always did. Kade tried to focus, to push the memory of yesterday out of his mind, but it was impossible. Every time Bryce glanced his way, he felt a jolt of heat that had nothing to do with the sun.

After practice, Kade lingered in the weight room, determined to make up for his lateness. Bryce was there too, his presence impossible to ignore. Kade was mid-rep on the bench press when he felt something shift. He looked up, his breath catching in his throat.

Bryce was staring down at him, his hazel eyes locked on Kade’s crotch. Kade followed his gaze, his face flushing as he realized his dick had slipped out of his shorts. Bryce smirked, his eyes meeting Kade’s. “You’re always full of surprises, aren’t you?”

Kade’s heart raced as he sat up, trying to adjust himself. “It’s not—I didn’t—”

“Relax,” Bryce said, his voice low. “I don’t mind the view.”

Kade’s cheeks burned, but he couldn’t help the thrill that shot through him. He looked up at Bryce, his voice shaky but determined. “If you’re so eager to see, why don’t we make things interesting?”

Bryce raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “What did you have in mind?”

Kade hesitated, then took a deep breath. “We lift naked.”

Bryce laughed, a deep, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Kade’s spine. “You’re on.”

A college track athlete, Kade, is caught in a compromising position by his teammate, Bryce, leading to a tense and erotic encounter in the locker room.

    Bryce forces Kade to perform sexual acts as punishment, but Kade finds himself enjoying the experience.

    The two athletes find themselves in a complicated dynamic as they continue to explore their newfound connection.

    A mix-up with their clothes leads to an unexpected encounter at Bryce's house, where Kade takes a pair of Bryce's underwear.

    The next day, Kade and Bryce find themselves alone in the weight room, leading to a heated and explicit encounter.

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