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    did still leave me with this chunky look that meant I wasn’t too bothered about getting glanced at in the locker room.
    “It does the job,” I agreed with him, and he licked his lips conspicuously.
    “Yeah, I remember.”
    We both laughed then, him looking down to where my fingers still rested behind
    my dick, jutting it forward like a butcher offering up a slab of meat for judgment. I knew then, in that sudden moment, that he was going to touch me again, and I also
    knew I wasn’t going to stop him.
    He made a half step forward, all it took to close the distance between us, and at
    the same time reached out to flex wet fingers around my shaft, squeezing gently,
    exploratory. Craig was concentrating on where his hands were—thinking, perhaps, to make the most of whatever I’d let him get away with in this unusual situation—so he didn’t see me looking him up and down, or the look of decision and resolve that likely passed across my face as I reached out myself and hooked my own fingers around his cock.
    He started then, looked up at me in surprise, but I didn’t say anything, didn’t even smile, just let my hand play along his length. I didn’t want this to be a “pity stroke,” or so easily dismissed as a dumb game a straight guy plays with a gay guy. I wanted Craig to know that I was here with him, in the moment, and that while this probably wouldn’t ever happen again, I wasn’t going to make cheap excuses about my motivations.
    It was with that, with my hand holding, gently stroking his thickening erection
    and my own growing in his fist, that I pulled him closer and moved my head toward
    his. The first time he’d kissed me I hadn’t known what was happening. Now, though, it was of my own doing: the softness of Craig’s lips touched mine, and we were kissing.
    He tensed for a moment and then quickly settled into it. Perhaps, like me, he had a sense of the one-time nature of what was happening and wanted to make the most of
    the chance he had been given. We were chaste at first—at least, as chaste as you can be when you’re gently jerking another guy off at the same time—but eventually I felt the JOCK AUCTION | 23
    careful tickle of his tongue across my lips and, bolder myself, I let my own lips part and began to kiss Craig in earnest.
    For the first time, really, he took command: his hand slipped around the back of
    my neck and pulled my face in close, his other hand still hauling at my cock. No girl I’d been with had ever been so dominant with me, and I found it was making me harder,
    hungrier. I let my arm hook around the small of his back, his torso narrow and trim, and yanked him against me so that the frantic action at our groins was crushed together between our soapy bodies.
    Trying to jerk each other wasn’t working, at least not with that sort of proximity, and so we focused more on the slick friction as our dicks ground and slipped together. I pushed Craig against the wall, his back hitting the tiles with an audible thump, and—
    lips never separating—used a hand on each of his hips to guide my own circular
    movements. In return, I felt his touch as it trailed down my shoulders, traced the edges of my stomach, and then came to rest on my ass, his slender fingers digging into the firm mounds.
    He broke the kiss, just for a moment, and rested his forehead against the bridge of my nose. “Fuck, Kyle, what are you doing?” His voice was hoarse, probably not helped by the fact that I was humping my erection up and down against his, feeling of our tightened balls brushing together in an incredible, addictive friction.
    I squeezed his hips hard. “Didn’t you want this? Isn’t this exactly what you were
    hoping for when you bought me?” He rocked his head back, crown smacking with a
    wet clatter against the wall, and I glanced down to where his collarbones jutted proudly from his chest. Part of me wondered if I could hurt