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“Get it together, Troy!” my coach barks at me. “That's 3 layups you've missed.” 

I stare at the ball as I dribble it. I know the other guys are looking at me too, and it's fucking shitty. 

I make another pass and the ball hits the rim, making a sharp rebound off the court. 

“Alright, I can't look at this shit anymore.” Coach waves me off. “Let the real players do their work.” I throw up my hands in disbelief. “Get off the court, pretty boy. Maybe if you spent more time shooting instead of chasing tail, you wouldn't be in this position.” 

“Fuck you,” I mutter quietly to myself as I made my way to the bench. At the heart of it, I know my game is off today and it's not a good look at this time of the season. 

There was something in Joe's eyes right before I left that's bothering me. He was smiling but it didn't have the usual… I don't know the word. Colour maybe. 

I don't like it when we fuck and he doesn't cum. That's what we did in the beginning when he first started to tutor me and I feel shitty to have used him like that. I've apologized for it a couple times and Joe says it's all good, but it's that nagging feeling that I've been a selfish prick. So yeah, I don't like how we ended things tonight. 

“What underwear are you wearing?” I text him. Like always, he texts back right away. 

“Something I've had for 10 years probably 😅.”

“Put on the pair that I like,” I text back. He has one pair of tighty-whities that frame his firm butt perfectly. 

“Troy!” Coach calls out to me and wags his index finger for me to come over. Just before I put my phone back in my bag, I received a picture. 

A mirror selfie of him twisting his upper body to show off his ass in the underwear I asked him to put on. A little cheeky smile on his shy face. 

“Troy!” 

“🔥” I manage to type before I feel Coach’s death stare burn into me. I trot up to him, ready to apologize. 

“What's going on with you?” he asks me seriously. “First, you're late. Then, you can't even get the ball in the hoop anymore?”

“Sorry, Coach.” 

“No girl is worth throwing this game. This is your education. Your career. All these guys worked too hard for you to mess it up for them.” Suddenly the gym is silent and everyone is staring at me again.

“Sorry, Coach.” I repeat quietly. God, will someone dribble a fucking ball already. 

Coach stays silent for a moment, then calls out to the group. “Alright, hit the showers. We’ll try again tomorrow and maybe Troy here will have his head screwed up on right.” 

I turn to leave with the other guys, and Coach stops me. 

“Laps. For being late.” 

“Coach, I –” I thought about Joe waiting for me in bed with my favourite underwear on. I need to finish him off before he sleeps. 

“That's enough!” Coach flashes his angry eyes at me. “Laps, or don't show your face here again.” 

“How many?” I bend down to tie my shoelaces. 

“Until I say stop.” 

Coach must have been in a really sour mood, cause he didn't let me stop until I was absolutely drenched in sweat. When he finally excused me, I thought my legs were about to give out. I still had to shower and change before heading home, so all in all I was about an hour later than usual. 

Despite my legs hurting, I jogged home. Joe’s home I mean. 

When I got back in, I realized that Joe had gone to bed. All the lights were off, except the one by the door he leaves on for me. I tiptoe to the bedroom, while I find him laying on his belly with his ass in the air. 

Poor guy really needed it. Another pang of guilt rumbles through me. I take off my shirt and shorts quietly, and then crawl into bed with him. 

“You're home,” he mumbles and flips to his side. I cuddle him, and his legs fit right inside mine. “You smell nice.” 

“Yeah. Coach made me run laps cause I was late.” He smells nice too, and I snuggle against his warm body. He pushes his ass up against my crotch, and I wrap my arms around him tightly. 

“My fault, I guess,” Joe whispers. His hand creeps between us and pats my groin. “Are you…?”

I want to. I really want to. But the laps drained the rest of my energy. Cuddling him like this is making me more sleepy than horny. 

“That's okay.” Joe retracts his hand from my soft cock and I go to touch his. It's at full mast, as I expected. 

“Let me get you off,” I whisper in his ear as I rub his boner. 

“It's okay.” He moves my hand off his dick and closes his fingers around me. That's the last thing I remember before dozing off. 

I woke up again when I felt him leaving my embrace. It was still dark out, so I assumed he was going for a piss. But when he didn't come back after a couple minutes, I started to wake up naturally. It's funny when you get used to sleeping with someone that it doesn’t feel right without that person anymore. 

I laid in bed for a couple more minutes before I decided to check on him. Walking out to the living room, I'm greeted by a soft electronic glow from…somewhere. I actually can't see where he is. 

I rub my eyes and call out, “Joe?” My voice isn’t working properly. I squint my eyes and approach the back of the couch. I finally find the source of the glow, which looks like his laptop placed on the floor.

Why is he on the floor? 

“Joe?” I call out again but the shadowy figure doesn't turn around. I blink hard repeatedly until my eyes adjust. 

“Mmm…mm...” I hear the faint sounds of someone moaning. It's coming from his headphones, which I would've never heard if the place wasn't so quiet. 

I finally get a good look at the screen, and then everything comes into hyperfocus. 

“Jesus,” I mutter to myself. On the screen, there's a man on his knees with a big black cock in his mouth. He gets spat on repeatedly, until his face is covered with white globs. He's obviously choking on the monster of a cock too. 

Oblivious to me right behind him, Joe grabs our bottle of lube and squeezes some on his hand. He lifts himself up, and I see the outline of what's on the floor. 

That's why he's on the floor. 

I've seen this dildo before in his closet. It has a suction cup thing on the end, and now I understand how he uses it. I watch himself lower himself on it, and his head tilts back once it starts penetrating him. 

Fuck. My cock is immediately rock hard, and I'm wracked with a mix of jealousy and anger. He's taking care of himself because I didn't. 

Paralyzed by what I'm seeing, I do nothing but watch him skip the video to a scene where the guy is getting choked, all while taking the big dick. 

“Oh…” Joe lets out a tiny moan. He leans back on his hands to ride his dildo, and I see his stiff cock waving as he bounces. “Yeah, I want it…” he mutters to himself. 

The top in the video grabs the bottoms face roughly and then slaps him. 

“MMm…” The rhythm at which Joe is bouncing is making me throb. It looks like he's matching it to the exact rhythm that the bottom is getting pummeled at. 

“Joe?” I call out again, but he's way too absorbed in his video. We watch the bottom get slapped again.

And again.

And spat at again.

And choked again.

All the while having his hole stretched wide open by that big dick.

“Ahh!” A real moan escapes Joe, and cum sprays out of him handsfree like a blocked hose. Moaning loudly, he keeps riding the dildo. The jizz ropes out of him freely and onto the keyboard. “MMm…mmm…mmm…”

It's a type of satisfied whining I haven't heard from him in a while. 

“MMmm…” Joe finally grips his cock and strokes out the remaining drops onto the floor.

That should've been me.

He needed to get fucked and I didn't give it to him. Not the way he needed. 

“Oh…” I watch Joe sit all the way down on the dildo and then lean his back against the foot of the couch. I know his hole is still twitching around the big toy. Like it used to do around my cock.

Backing up, I get back into the bedroom and lay down. Not long after, I hear him wash up and then come back into the room. Like he's attempting to not wake me, he creeps back into the bed beside me but also a million miles away.

He was snoring within minutes. 

That should've been me that fucked him to sleep. 

That should've been me.