Getting Railed by my Best Friend's Boyfriend 4

It was finally Thursday.

And guess what?

I was handling it very maturely by not thinking about it every single second of every waking hour.

Scratch that. I was not handling it maturely at all.

out of excitement I even had to call my sister to tell her about it, because she was the only one who knew about my dirty thoughts. she never judged me for any of it.

Practice that morning was a disaster and it was entirely Adrian's fault. He didn't do anything specific. But because he existed in the same body of water as me and my brain had apparently decided that was enough to short circuit every signal between my head and my limbs.

I missed two turns. Clipped the lane rope twice. Coach yelled at me in a disappointing tone that was absolutely my father's.

Adrian said nothing during practice.

I could feel him watching every mistake I made from the other lane and him not saying anything was worse than anything he could have said out loud.

When practice ended the team cleared out fast. It was a A school day which meant everyone had somewhere better to be. They quickly Showered, Changed and went their way. Within fifteen minutes the locker room had emptied out completely until the only sounds left were dripping water and the distant echo of the pool.

I sat on the bench in front of my locker and pressed my face into my towel and stayed there for a moment longer than necessary.

Get it together Tommy.

I heard the shower cut off. Then footsteps followed.

I made a mistake of lifting my head up.

"What the hell was that out there?"

Adrian's voice was low but there was an edge underneath it that made the back of my neck prickle.

He was standing at the entrance of the shower area with a towel wrapped around his waist and nothing else. His hair was wet and pushed back. Water still tracked down his chest and his stomach and I needed to look at his face. But it was hard to get my eyes off his body. But I did.

He was fuming. Eyes sharp and fixed entirely on me.

"I had an off day." I said.

"You had an off week." He said, stepping closer. "You're in your head and it's showing in the water and I need you focused. The relay is in three weeks."

"I'm focused."

"You clipped the lane rope twice." He said flatly. "You looked like it was your first time in a fucking pool."

I stood up because sitting while he towered over me felt like a tactical disadvantage. That was a mistake. Standing put us closer together than I'd calculated and the locker room was narrow and he smelled like shower steam and whatever soap he used and my brain helpfully supplied seventeen things I wanted to do about that.

"I said I had an off day." I said. "It happens."

"Not to you." He said. "You're one of the best on this team when you're not distracted. What are you distracted by."

It wasn't really a question.

"Nothing." I said.

He looked at me.

"Nothing." I said again. Less convincingly.

He took one more step forward and now there was very little space between us and his jaw was still tight but his eyes had changed into something that wasn't anger anymore or wasn't only anger.

"Bullshit " He said quietly.

My heart slammed hard against my chest.

"You're not inside me how do you know?" I said.

"You've been thinking about me haven't you?"

"You don't know what I've been thinking about."

"Tommy." He said. My name sounded better coming from him. "I know exactly what you've been thinking about."

The locker room was completely silent.

His eyes dropped to my mouth for exactly one second then came back to my eyes.

"Adrian." I said. More like a warning. To which one of us I wasn't entirely sure.

He reached out and his hand pushed me hard until my back met the cold lockers behind me and I exhaled sharply at the contact.

His eyes stayed on mine.

"Why did you swim like that?" He said.

"I swam like that because you made me..." I stopped.

"Because I made you what." His voice had dropped completely.

I pressed my lips together and said nothing.

His hand moved from my chest to the locker beside my head. He leaned in slightly and I could feel the heat radiating off him from the shower and the towel around his waist was the only thing between us and the locker room had gotten very very small.

"Say it." He said quietly.

"For Christmas sake Adrian..."

"Say it Tommy."

My jaw worked. Everything I'd been locking down for weeks was pressing against every wall I had and he was right there and his eyes were dark and waiting and I was so tired of pretending.

"You know what you do to me." I said. Barely above a whisper. "You've always known."

His hand moved from the locker to my jaw and I stopped breathing entirely.

Then his towel slipped. But before I could look down both his hands found my shoulders and pushed me down.

My knees hit the cold floor . Everything else was him — standing over me, looking down at me with an expression I had never seen on another person directed at me before.

He was already hard. And he was bigger than I had imagined. Way bigger and veiny.

My mouth watered.

I looked up at him from the floor. I was definitely going to worship this moment for the rest of my life.

His fingers thread through my hair once then he retracted his hand.

"You don't have to." He said. His voice is rough around the edges.

"I know." I said.

But then one of us should try and stop it. Just try.

His hand was back on my head.

"This isn't right." I whispered.

He ignored me.

I wrapped my hand around him and guided him into my mouth. I tried to keep my eyes on him. I watched as his head tip back slightly. A low sound left him that I felt in my spine.

I took him in slowly. Inch by inch. His fingers curled at the back of my head like he needed something to anchor himself to.

"Fuck." He breathed at the ceiling.

The locker room was silent except for him and the distant drip of water somewhere and my own heartbeat loud in my ears.

And most definitely the pop sound I made whenever I released his tip.

I worked him slowly, watching his stomach muscles pull tight.

Then I increased my pace. I was painfully hard, my dick seeking attention but I was focused on making sure he enjoyed every bit of it.

His hold on my head tightened and he began to fuck into my mouth on his own accord.

Spit drooling down the side of my mouth while he fucked me like he'd done it multiple times.

His breathing became ragged and his move sloppy.

He tried to warn me that he was close but there was no way I was missing the golden opportunity to swallow his load.

His hips bulked forward a few times before I felt the salty taste of his cum down my throat.

I felt like the happiest person on earth. But my throat was going to regret it later.

Adrian picked up his towel and headed back to the shower.

Before he vanished into the showers he turned.

"See you 9pm"

And he was gone.

Leaving me wanting more. More of what he had to offer.

I couldn't even hate him properly this way.