BASEBALLER'S MUSE
The waterboy stood in the corner of the locker room, heart racing as he watched the star player step out of the shower. The guy was gorgeous — tall, ripped, water still dripping down his thick chest and abs.
His teammates were all over him, slapping his back and cheering for the game-winning home run.
But then the star player looked straight at him. He smiled that big, bright smile and walked over, towel hanging low on his hips.
The waterboy felt his face burn red. “C-congratulations,” he said shyly, barely able to look up at the bigger guy.
The player stepped close, so close their bodies almost touched. He lifted his hand and gently cupped the waterboy’s cheek.
“All I thought about on the field today was you,” he said softly. “My muse.”
Before the waterboy could even breathe, the player leaned down and kissed him right there in front of everyone. The whole team went wild, whistling and cheering loud.
The kiss started sweet, but quickly turned hot and messy. The player’s tongue pushed into his mouth, hungry and deep. The waterboy melted against him, hands gripping those strong arms. He could feel the player’s cock getting rock hard under the towel, poking against his stomach.
Then the player suddenly tensed up, moaning into the kiss. His body shook as he came hard, shooting thick ropes of cum into the towel without either of them even touching his dick.
The waterboy’s eyes widened. He quickly wrapped his arms around the bigger guy, holding him tight so the team couldn’t see what just happened.
The player was breathing heavy against his neck, still twitching.
“You’re a great sportsman,” the waterboy whispered with a shy laugh, “but you still can’t control your orgasms around me.”
The star player chuckled, pressing his forehead against the waterboy’s. “Yeah… I’m dangerously obsessed with you.”
He gave him one more soft kiss, not caring that the whole team was still cheering and teasing them. The waterboy felt warm all over. He might be small and scrawny, but he was the one who made the biggest, strongest guy on the team lose control with just a kiss.
Maybe, he really was his muse.
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