(Andy)

 

            It’s amazing the way one summer can change a person. Three months ago, I was coming off of the worst season in my entire hockey career with a broken wrist and a trampled ego. My sophomore season in the NHL had been a disaster—but at least I’d had Beechie. Sharing a room with him on the road, and an apartment while in Pittsburgh, had been the only thing to keep me from slipping into horrible depression.

            At the end of June, though, I’d made a decision. I was engaged to a beautiful, funny, wonderful girl, and I truly was in love with her. So I ended my affair with Kris. Krista never knew about just how close the two of us had been—she didn’t even know I was bi—and I didn’t intend to ever bring it to her attention. I was a happily married man, and I didn’t need anyone but my wife.

            That mantra was perfectly effective while Kris was over one hundred miles away in Calgary—out of sight, out of mind. It didn’t seem to ring quite so true though, when training camp opened in mid-September. I walked into our locker room to find him one inch taller and seventeen pounds of well-sculpted muscle heavier. Its bad enough to see your ex-lover at work—having to shower with him is pure torture. It was as if his body was working to drive me insane, the thin trail of hair whispering from his navel drawing my eyes right towards a thicker cluster of hair that I’d fought for three months to keep out of my fantasies.

            As I walked out to meet the group of fans that had gathered, I’d never been happier to own a truck. At least I would be high enough off of the ground that the evidence of my reaction to him wouldn’t be too terribly visible. As I unlocked the door, my cell phone rang, and I glanced at the ID before answering. Kris.

            “Hey Andy, are you still around?”

            “Right out in the parking lot, what do you need?”

            He laughed, “Well, Toby’s being bitchy today, and he left right after his scrimmages, rather than waiting for me like he’d said. Would you mind giving me a ride home?”

            That’s just what I needed…to have to sit two feet away with a raging erection that was caused by him. Nonetheless, I couldn’t turn him down; he was still one of the nicest guys I knew. “Sure, I’m just getting ready to get to the fans, so I’ll still be here for a while.”

            A few moments later, Kris appeared and jumped into my truck. We both signed autographs for the people who’d waited around after practice, then pulled from the parking lot, heading towards the Interstate. The first thirty seconds of the drive dragged on for what seemed like an hour, with me completely unable to keep myself from sneaking glances at his calves, then up to his thighs, then eventually looked up at his face. He locked eyes with me, then smiled, sending a thrill of arousal sparking through the pit of my stomach, swirling a flutter there and then slipping lower—Kris had always had a great mouth.

            “So, Andy, how was your summer?”

            “Good,” I croaked out, unable to suck enough oxygen into my lungs. “How was yours?”

            He shrugged, “It was okay. Although pretty boring after June,” he said with a wry grin, making sure I knew exactly what he was talking about.

            I averted my eyes, unsure of what to say.  I focused my eyes on the road, trying to make sense of the rambling voices in my head. Kris shifted in his seat, making the thoughts even less coherent, until I couldn’t think of anything even remotely intelligent to say next.

            Then he breathed, hot and moist, against my neck, nuzzling his face against the area where shoulder met neck, stealing even the most carnal of impulses from my mind. “I missed you,” he whispered against my ear as he took the lobe between his teeth, nibbling gently on it.

            I groaned involuntarily, my conscience warring with my instincts, until I eventually brought myself back to some form of reality and gently pushed him away. “Kris,” I growled through clenched teeth, “Don’t…we decided to stop this…”

            He leaned back and looked up through his lashes at me, blue eyes wide and expectant, bottom lip pouting. “Please, Andy? It’s been so very long…” he pulled one of my hands from the wheel, holding it in one of his own.

            “But…its…broad…daylight,” I whimpered haltingly, my entire body trembling. He kissed each of my knuckles, making me moan again, then he opened my palm and kissed the inside. I took a deep, shuddering breath as I drove up the ramp to get onto I-79 towards the apartment we’d shared the season before. He smiled up at me, a mischievous little grin that made my erection strain even more against my jeans. He then kissed his way up each finger, finally slipping his lips around my index finger, pulling it inside the warmth of his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip of it, then tracing down the length of the digit.

            While I’d been transfixed on his mouth, he had taken his free hand and slyly stretched his palm out over the tent in my jeans, and he was cupping it carefully. As he pulled on the button, then slid the zipper down, I tried weakly to regain some composure, gasping for air and attempting to stop him, “Kris…we’re on the…the highway. Someone will….see…” I panted, unable to speak normally as his warm fingers slipped into the opening of my boxers, sliding around my shaft.

            “Shh,” he murmured softly as he pulled my cock free from the fabric around it, “you have this big old truck…” he explained, sliding the pad of his thumb over the head, wet with precum, “no one is ever going to see me with my head in your lap.”

            I started to protest, but it was lost in a rough growl when he pressed his lips to the place where his thumb had just been. He glanced up at me, eyes pleading. “Please, Andy,” he begged, desperately this time, the teasing lilt completely lost from his voice, “It’s been so very long…just once more. Please…I just want to taste you one more time…”

            I expelled a trembling sigh, running my thumb across the skin of his bottom lip, then smiled softly.

            It was just one more time…

 

(Kris)

 

            I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding as soon as Andy grinned at me. Finally, after months of waiting, I had him again. I’d missed him so much. I slipped both of my hands around his dick, which was already fully aroused. I ran my fingers all along the length of him, dizzy from the way it felt like molten steel against my skin, hot and smooth and hard. My tongue grazed over his head, taking a taste of the precum that had gathered there, a flavor so familiar and exotic and intoxicating that I nearly fainted from the power he held over me. This may have started with me teasing and seducing him, but it was only obvious that I needed him again.

            You’re thinking too much, Kris. Don’t give him another chance to turn you down, I scolded myself, just take advantage of this while you can. I slipped one hand further between his legs to cup his balls, gliding my fingertips over them as I wrapped my lips around his head, then pulled his cock further into my mouth.

            He moaned softly, just barely thrusting up against me, “Jesus…” he grunted, running the fingers of his free hand along the back of my neck. I took that as a good sign and sucked in the entire length of him, his head pressing deep against the roof of my mouth. He pulled in a long breath, cursing softly as he let it out. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, then let my lips slide up and down the shaft, my tongue grazing along underneath, my teeth just barely touching his skin when I reached the tip. Then I took him back between my lips, sucking him gently, torturously—I wanted this to last as long it possibly could. While I swirled my tongue over his cock, I noticed that he’d reached his hand into the gap where my shorts were pulling away from my lower back, and one slick finger was teasing at my opening, making my already hard dick throb between my legs. He slipped it carefully inside of me, making sure I was comfortable before pressing any further.

            I stopped my teasing and increased my suction on his cock, my lips sliding up and down the length of him easily. He helped by thrusting upwards towards my mouth, grunting with the effort, “Kris…I’m going to….” Then he came with an explosion of incoherent syllables spilling from his lips, his body quaking as he fought to keep his truck under control. “Wow,” he mumbled, pulling me up to cuddle against him. “I missed that…”

            I licked the taste of him from my lips, squeezing my eyes to savor the experience—I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to do this again for a long time. Just as I’d expected, he pulled his hand out of my shorts. I slumped against him, trying not to show my disappointment. I’d only asked for one more time…I couldn’t be mad at him for complying.

            Then he surprised me, slipping his free hand around to the front of my shorts. He deftly pulled the zipper down, letting my cock slip from the shorts and my boxers. “What?” he asked, his voice deep and throaty after his orgasm, “You thought I’d become selfish?”

            He wrapped his hand around my dick, stroking up and down my shaft, pausing to collect some precum, then sliding back and forth again. He pumped it faster as he started to pull towards the driveway of our old apartment, then stopped when he pulled into the heavily wooded driveway. He grinned wickedly at me as he cut the engine, licking his lips. “My turn.”

            Then I was lost. His mouth enveloped me, and he sucked me deep into his throat, his teeth grazing my skin just enough for the contact to make me jump and grow even warmer. His fingers found my balls between my legs, and he cupped them tightly as held me deep in his mouth, his tongue swirling fire against my cock. Before long, I was clutching his hair and coming in his mouth, screaming over the pleasure of it.

            He moved up my body, cuddling against my chest. Then he kissed me, long and sweet, as if it were making up for lost time. “Mmm, Kris. That was nice. Maybe we can talk about carpooling for the rest of this season.”

            I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his forehead. I was looking forward to our next drive home.