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Story 3: Rivals on the Field

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“Stay the fuck away from me, Marcus.”

I slammed my locker shut, still dripping sweat from the match, heart pounding from the final whistle. The locker room was empty, everyone else had already cleared out to celebrate or lick their wounds. But not him. The rival captain stood right there, blocking the aisle, his jersey still clinging to his broad chest, dark eyes locked on me like I owed him something.

Marcus smirked, stepping closer. “You got lucky out there, Kai. That last goal? Pure bullshit
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    “Yo, anyone still in here? We’re grabbing drinks!”The voices echoed through the locker room, way too close. Marcus’s hand clamped tighter over my mouth, his cock still buried deep inside me under the running shower. I froze, heart about to explode out of my chest.He pulled out slowly, cum leaking

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