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460. Same rules

Autor: Hazeel
last update Data de publicação: 2026-09-09 23:39:28

Mara’s with me.

Tate looked at Knox.

Knox had seen the screen. His jaw was a line. He unlocked the deadbolt. The click was the same small sound it had always been. He opened the door on the dark tunnel and the cold coming in.

“Same rule,” Knox said.

Tate almost laughed. There was no rule left. They had fucked after a win. They had done it in a truck. They had done it in a hotel with a teammate down the hall. They had kissed. Knox had let him inside. The rule was a story they were still telling
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  • ALL YOURS, DADDY   460. Same rules

    Mara’s with me.Tate looked at Knox.Knox had seen the screen. His jaw was a line. He unlocked the deadbolt. The click was the same small sound it had always been. He opened the door on the dark tunnel and the cold coming in.“Same rule,” Knox said.Tate almost laughed. There was no rule left. They had fucked after a win. They had done it in a truck. They had done it in a hotel with a teammate down the hall. They had kissed. Knox had let him inside. The rule was a story they were still telling so they could walk out of this room.“Yeah,” Tate said. “Same rule.”They walked out separately. Ten steps apart. The lot was half empty. Two figures stood under the last working light. Kate in his hoodie. Mara in a coat with her hair up. They were talking to each other. Laughing about something that did not include the two men coming toward them.Kate saw Tate and her whole face opened. She came to him and put her arms around his neck and kissed the corner of his mouth. He turned just enough. S

  • ALL YOURS, DADDY   459. Sinking Onto His Dick

    Tate’s forehead hit the metal. Knox fucked him like he was trying to leave something behind that the off-season could not wash off. Deep. Hard. The slap of it echoed. Tate pushed back to meet every thrust. Knox reached around and stroked him in time, rough, perfect, his other hand covering Tate’s mouth when the sounds got too loud.Then Knox pulled out.Tate turned, wrecked, confused, and Knox sat down on the bench and looked at him.“Come here.”Tate went.Knox lay back on the narrow wood. For a second Tate did not understand. Then he did. Knox’s eyes were on him, hard and wide open, and he pulled Tate down by the hips until Tate was over him.“You,” Knox said.Tate had not done this to him. Not in the film room. Not in the hotel. Not in the truck. The idea of it sat in his gut like a live wire. He spat in his hand. He lined up. He watched Knox’s face when he started to push in.Knox’s mouth opened. No sound at first. Then a raw one he tried to swallow. Tate sank into him slow, inch b

  • ALL YOURS, DADDY   458. Hard Dick

    The last game of the season ended 31–14.Not their house. Not their night. The scoreboard stayed lit long enough for the visiting crowd to finish yelling, then somebody killed it. The tunnel back to the locker room smelled like wet concrete and the end of something.Kate had been in the stands. Mara too. Tate had seen both of them from the field in the fourth quarter and looked away like that would undo it.Guys packed fast. Season over. No Monday film that mattered. Miller hugged people like the year had been better than it was. Coach said the things coaches say when there is nothing left to fix. Then the room emptied the way it always did after a loss, only this time it emptied for good.Tate sat on the same bench.Knox didn’t look at him until the last locker slammed and the last voice faded down the tunnel. Then he walked to the door and turned the deadbolt.The sound filled the room.“Last one,” Knox said.Tate stood. He pulled his jersey off. The fabric stuck to the scrape that h

  • ALL YOURS, DADDY   457. Letting Him Cum..

    When I let him come I did it by accident and on purpose at the same time. I hit that spot and squeezed his cock and he broke with a sound I had to swallow against my palm. He painted my stomach, my hoodie, his own shirt. His body clamped down so hard I saw white. I shoved up into that tightness three more times and came inside him with my teeth in his shoulder and my whole name in my throat where I did not let it out.We sat there stuck together. His breath on my neck. My cock twitching in him. Come leaking around where we were joined, down onto my sweats, onto the seat I will have to live with.He lifted off me slow. I watched it leave him. Watched it drip. He pulled his sweats up over the mess like that would fix it. It wouldn’t. He would feel me all the way home. Good.He climbed back into the passenger seat. The windows were white with steam. I cracked mine. Cold air cut in. He stared at the dark field like it might explain him.“That wasn’t a loss,” he said.“I know.”“So what was

  • ALL YOURS, DADDY   456. Fucking his tight hole..

    When I pulled them out they were wet enough. I reached behind him and found his hole and pressed in. He was still loose from the hotel. That knowledge sat in my gut like a bruise. I worked him open on two fingers right there in my lap while I kept stroking our cocks with the other hand. He shook. The truck springs gave a little. I added a third finger and he made a noise against my neck that I will hear later when I am in bed with Mara and I should not.“Up,” I said.He lifted. I lined up. I spat again because we had nothing else. I held his hip and he sank down on me in one slow ugly slide that punched the air out of both of us.Tight. Hot. He took all of me and then sat there full, thighs trembling, his cock leaking on my stomach. I could feel my own pulse inside him. I put both hands on his ass and moved him. Short. Deep. The kind of rhythm you use when you do not have room to fuck properly and you do it anyway.His hands braced on the roof. His head bumped the ceiling. I yanked him

  • ALL YOURS, DADDY   455. Don't say my name..

    KNOXWe won.Twenty-four to twenty-one. Ugly. Late field goal. The kind of win that should have felt clean and didn’t. I stood in the locker room with the noise crashing around me and waited for the feeling to show up. It didn’t. Guys were yelling. Somebody dumped Gatorade. Miller tried to grab my helmet and I let him. I watched Tate across the room pull his jersey off and I looked at the scrape on his ribs like it belonged to me.The rule is for losses. I made that rule. I said it out loud so it would stay true.I didn’t lock the door.I dressed fast. I told Mara I’d be home. I walked out to the far end of the lot where the lights don’t reach the last row and I sat in my truck with the engine off and my hands on the wheel like I was about to drive.I didn’t drive.Ten minutes later the passenger door opened.Tate climbed in and shut it. He still smelled like the field. Tape glue. Ice. That cheap soap from the showers. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. I had left the lot the l

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