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She was already in the middle of it, and the game hadn’t even started. Game day arrived like a storm. The arena buzzed with energy, fans screaming, sticks clattering, skates slicing ice. Mila stood on the sidelines, ready at the first sign of trouble. Minor falls, twisted ankles, bruises—she handled each calmly. Her mind raced, eyes scanning, assessing, correcting. The men’s reactions were telling. Kai’s glance lingered longer than strictly necessary. Luka’s gaze was unblinking, studying, calculating. Ryder smirked in approval at her confidence and composure. Jace’s admiration was obvious, unrestrained, youthful, and intense.

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They're sitting on the porch, watching as Taehee triple checks that all of Hyeri’s gear is in the trunk. Even with Hyeri running around the front yard and screaming like a banshee, it feels so nice and peaceful. Far more than the silence that comes with an empty house. They’re about to load into the car to leave when Haejin comes out with three plastic cups in his arm. Handing one to each of Andre, Dylan and Hyeri. “Strawberry smoothie with a bit of protein powder for the assistant hockey coach, banana smoothie for the assistant to the assistant hockey coach, and strawberry banana smoothie for the little hockey player in training.”

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?

“You need to approach the person first. See how they feel before you confess everything.” “Brother… Can I tell you something else? Promise you won’t scold me or tell my sister.” I studied his face for a moment. “Fine. I promise. Your secret is safe with me.” He took a deep breath. “I… I’m gay. I like men.” The world around me seemed to fade. I stared at him, his ocean-blue eyes sparkling as he blinked nervously, waiting for my reaction. “Noah… what did you just say?” But the way he was looking at me—vulnerable, hopeful—made something in my chest tighten. I quickly recovered. “It’s okay. I promise your secret stays with me.” I stepped forward and gently brushed his hair. “Let’s go. We’re alre

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“Breathe. You’re gonna love this soon.” Then the real fucking began. Jax pulled back almost to the tip before slamming home with powerful, quarterback hips. Each thrust rocked Alex onto his toes, slamming his body against the lockers with loud metallic thuds. Wet skin-slapping sounds filled the air, mixed with Alex’s broken moans and Jax’s filthy growls.

I came over and over for a long time, with my face still in T's soft crotch and stomach. It was over, so intense… J's big beautiful meat was limp now and he slid out of my ass. Afterwards I got on my knees and kept sucking off T. He masterbated when he was close, stuck his cock back in my mouth and filled it up with his hot cum. I swallowed all that. We all felt so nice getting dressed and walking back to our vehicles. It felt like I was enjoying some kind of special secret doing this, something that only gay guys get to do.