by Laurie Lochs
Shelly led me inside. "I'm sure Mitch has gone over this with you,” she said, shutting the door behind us. “But we’re so grateful you're doing this."
I tried not to roll my fucking eyes. "It's no problem. I do this shit all the time."
Shelly turned around to grab two cups of coffee. Left standing in the middle of the auditorium with a giant box of costume supplies and makeup at my feet, I took one long look at the space and groaned. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know my architecture friend’s plans were completely fucked.
You were going to put the stage by the window. But now you can see you’ll block the natural light.
“Son of a bitch,” I grumbled, shoving my fists in my pockets. There was a reason I’d commissioned a friend to help with the initial concept — I ran a contracting firm, not a fucking design studio.
But we had to get this shit started soon. I didn’t have a choice. With a grunt, I decided to walk the space with my eyes closed. I wanted to get a feel for it, to see exactly how it needed to be. Ten minutes later, I was about to ask Shelly for that cup of coffee and if I could snap pictures of the layout. But before I could, someone suddenly barged into the room, and crashed right into me.
It was Mitch.
He groaned and rubbed his head. “Fuck, dude. I think you banged into me so hard I'll have a headache."
My heart immediately leapt in my chest. But I forced myself to stay serious. “Uhm… Sorry? If it makes you feel better, we’re in the same boat. I’m not used to banging into beautiful guys at work either.”
Mitch sighed. "I see you're getting to work. This better be fucking amazing when you're done."
I cocked an eyebrow at Mitch. In the morning light, he was every bit as beautiful and fabulous as I remembered. Decked out in pink satin and sparkling sequins from head to toe, he was the fiercest drag queen in the fucking world.
I glanced at my watch. It was almost 9 A.M.
"Let me guess: you're lip-synching some Lady Gaga song."
Mitch chuckled. “Well, it’s not Lady Gaga, but I will lip synch.”
“Is it Beyoncé? I’ve been to my fair share of drag shows in my day."
Mitch rolled his eyes. "I seriously doubt that. And anyways, you're wrong. I'm actually doing a mashup of Toxic and How I Roll. The kids have never seen it before. But I keep getting requests for Britney Spears so I said fuck it, I’ll give it a try."
"That's brave as fuck. I take it you've never lip-synched Britney before?"
"It'll be a first,” Mitch said with a groan. “But even if I screw up, I hope I'll make an impact on a kid’s life. That's the most rewarding shit to me — even more so than a perfect performance."
I snickered and tried to envision Mitch on stage. I pictured him strutting around, dishing out insult and sass to the eager students. Though he'd been snippy with me before, he looked every bit in his element at work.
“You wouldn’t want to watch, would you?” Mitch arched his neck.
His words caught me off-guard. “Watch?”
Mitch nodded. "It might give you a better idea of the space. What we use it for. How the shows go."
“Oh my God,” I goddamn near shouted. “It’s just what I need to finalize the plans."
Mitch burst into his most polite — i.e. bullshit — customer service grin. “I'll tell Shelly to get you a front-row seat."
Mitch headed to the front to start the show. In no time, Shelly returned with a chair for me. I took it and sat in the front. Mitch took the stage a moment later, and the rest of the youth filed in.
I glanced around me. The high school students were excited for the performance. It was almost like they’d been waiting the entire week.
Mitch took the mic and snapped his fingers. “That’s all you got, girl? Uh uh. I know this queen can get a better welcome than that."
The room burst into applause. Mitch winked at me. He marched to the front of the stage and put his hands on his hips.
"Which one of y'all thought a queen like me could play hockey?"
The room laughed. "Do you really play, sis?"
"Girl, I wish. This bitch might be a superstar on ice skates, but when it comes to shooting pucks, she's in the back of the class.”
“I'm the referee," he added matter-of-factly.
The room burst into applause. "Get ‘em, sis!”
Mitch smiled. He continued until the show was over. When he finished, he met me in the back of the auditorium.
"How was it?" Mitch asked breathlessly.
"That was incredible.”
“You’re full of it.”
I snorted and wrapped him in a hug, in an attempt to avoid his gorgeous eyes sparkling in the sunlight wafting through the window.
"You don't have to BS me, you know.”
"No, no," I protested, squeezing his sexy little waist even harder. "It was great. The kids were so inspired."
Mitch blushed. "You think I went too far when I talked about ice-skating?"
I shook my head. "Hell no. You just inspired an entire generation of teenagers to become drag queen-referees.”
Mitch burst into laughter. "You're sweet.”
It was my turn to blush. "I just think you're doing an incredible job. Seriously. I don't think many people could do this work.”
“A-And you look incredible in drag," I continued inexorably.
Mitch took a step closer to me. Suddenly, he reached out and rubbed his thumb into my palm.
"Thank you, Luke.”
It was as if he’d hooked me up to a goddamn electric generator or something. A fission of electricity shot through my veins, electrifying my heart.
7
Mitch
My heart raced as I left Luke — who needed to leave ASAP for another project — and rushed to the changing room. The walls spun and swirled around me. Any second I was sure Luke was going to push the door open and walk in. In my mind, I was still in that hallway, his eyes like two laser beams boring into mine. Suddenly, I wanted to find him and press him against the wall, whip his pants off and make him mine
"Relax, Mitch," I whispered anxiously, stripping out of my pants. “You need to calm down."
But I couldn’t calm down. Especially not after my conversation with Denise. I'd taken her advice and tried to be as friendly as possible today, and it worked. In the hallway, Luke was getting visibly excited. If it hadn’t been such a pussy, I would’ve wrapped my fingers around his thick cock to check if he was hard.
He was totally hard.
The bad part?
I was too.
Even in our brief interaction after the show, I could tell something changed for the better. Our conversation was smooth-flowing and carefree, whereas before it had been slightly forced. Though I didn't know what to do with them, I felt the changes beneath my skin.
I took a sharp breath and stepped out of my leggings. But even the task at hand couldn’t take my mind off Luke. All I wanted was his firm body beneath me, that giant bubble butt bucking beneath my cock. I wanted to kiss his neck, grab his hair and slide into him slowly, then quickly. If he was nervous, I wanted to take my time and show him just how gentle a queen like me could be.
But more than anything, I wanted to feel his arms around me after we fucked.
I might be a top, but I still needed some little-spoon loving at times.
I hurried out of my outfit. When I glanced in the mirror, I realized my cock was throbbing in my briefs. I glanced around me and quickly pulled it out. All at once, I imagined Luke behind me, rubbing my body as I stroked myself.
"Luke," I whispered, jerking slowly. I pictured his gorgeous bear face beneath my cock.
But a wave of shame washed over me. I couldn’t do this here, not in the Care Center. This was my goddamn place of business.
What the hell was Luke doing to my mind?
As I pulled up to the rink early the next morning, I realized I hadn’t been to a 7 AM practice in months. The worst part? I wanted to keep it that way.<
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I didn't want to be here. I didn’t even want to be back in my bed.
The truth was I wanted to be back in that hallway with Luke, his eyes glued into mine, my thumb pressed into his palm, staring into his light turquoise eyes forever.
To say I was flustered was to put it mildly. As I hurried out of the car and made my way to the changing room, my heart was racing out of my chest. I almost tripped over my feet three times. At last I entered the changing room and took a deep breath.
I was late. Everyone else was on the rink.
And… Oh shit.
As I glanced around the locker room, I realized I wasn't alone at all. There was one other person.
To my heart’s dismay and my cock's delight, it was Luke.
He smiled when he saw me. "When I signed up for the League, I didn't realize I'd be waking up at 5 AM."
I settled into the bench and tried not to stare. "I know, right? I can't remember the last time I was up before 7."
Luke nodded in agreement. "One second, I'm dreaming in bed. Next, I'm racing through traffic and changing a tire on the middle of I-35W. But at least I made it."
My heart stopped. "You got a flat?"
"Happens. I'm doing a consultation for work after practice, and I needed to drive my work truck. Unfortunately, I haven't changed the tires in almost a year. If it didn't happen today, it was only a matter of time."
"I totally get that. I can't say I remember the last time I changed the tire – I wouldn’t want to break these beautiful nails – but I can relate to just about everything else you said."
"Especially the part about dreaming," I threw in hastily, forcing myself to stare into his eyes.
Oh Jesus Christ. Talk about blinding. And beautiful. They're blindingly beautiful.
Luke smiled. Five minutes later, I realized I'd been sitting in the locker room without even making an effort to change.
I glanced around for my bag. Luckily, it was beneath my feet. My head was spinning, and I definitely wasn't ready to head to practice. It didn't seem like Luke was either.
I had no choice but to force the thought of Luke from my mind. I had to get ready and head to the ice. Without thinking, I dropped my bleached jeans and cast them aside. A second later, I peeled off my underwear to slip into my referee’s uniform.
8
Luke
Smooth balls. Trimmed bush. A perfectly sculpted package that made my asshole open almost at once in my briefs.
He was naked.
The femme twink I'd been fantasizing about for a week. He was naked, butt-naked, his uncut cock dangling between his legs for only me to see.
And it was clear he had no idea I was staring.
I cleared my throat. No doubt, my cheeks were bright red. Jesus fucking Christ. My eyes couldn’t help but find their way back to Mitch's gorgeous body. To my cock’s delight, he swung his shirt to the ground and began rummaging in his duffel bag for his referee jersey. It was almost like he was in a trance or like he’d forgotten I was still here. I couldn't help but stare at his hairless body and toned figure. I wanted to drop to my knees and service him. I didn't fucking care who knew.
My cock was totally hard. One tug and I would burst all over the locker room floor. The tip of my cock was poking through my briefs.
If Mitch did so little as glance over, he'd see I was totally getting off to the sight of his smooth naked body before me.
He’d think I was a total creep.
Holy shit, I felt like a fucking schoolboy again. Who would've thought Mitch was carrying such a hog between his legs?
“Dude. You’re fucking packing."
Mitch furrowed his brow. "Oh my God. Jesus."
“Whoops,” I said with a shrug. “That’s totally inappropriate of me to say."
Mitch burst into laughter. “Thanks… I guess.”
I grinned. "I take it the guys don't complement each other on the team?"
Mitch laughed. "Well… No, not exactly. At least, not while they're changing."
"Looks like there's a long way to go before I learn the rules around here."
"Well, if I have to say so…" Mitch nodded towards my obviously hard cock. "You're not so small yourself."
I glanced down. My cock was bursting out of my briefs. "It's a little, um. I don't know how to put this. I wouldn't exactly say you can judge it right now. It seems to have a mind of its own."
“Oh honey… Don’t be shy. I’d kill for a cock like yours.”
Suddenly, a look of exasperation flashed across Mitch's face. All at once, he heaved himself off the bench and walked to my side. "I can't take it anymore," he said, staring into my eyes. “I’ve tried to be polite. And cordial. And professional. But you’re obviously hard and I’m halfway there.”
He gestured to his thickening cock.
“And so I can’t really help but ask. Have you ever touched a drag queen before? And if not, would you want to try?”
9
Mitch
I stared at Luke, nervously awaiting his reply. I surveyed his gorgeous brown eyes and hazel hair. His body was even buffer and hairier close up. He was half naked, and I wanted to throw him on all fours and take him in the middle of the locker room.
Luke stared into my eyes. “You’re not fucking with me, are you?”
I shook my head. “I’m not the type to fuck around. But you’d better make up your mind quickly. Someone could pop in to check on us any second.”
Luke’s jaw dropped. “Jesus.”
“Is that a yes or a no?”
“It’s… A yes. An enthusiastic yes. But we have to make it quick."
I nodded quickly. "Here's the deal. You suck my dick." I glanced out the locker room door. The coast was clear, so I turned back to Luke. "And I’ll suck yours. But we’re going to do it fast, because the guys will get suspicious if we’re here too long."
I took a sharp breath. "And the last thing.”
Luke stared into my eyes.
“We’re going to do this once. But we’re not going to repeat it. And this is the really important part, Luke.”
Luke stared at me earnestly.
“God help you if you mention it again."
Luke breathed a sigh of relief. “Agreed. Let’s go.”
Fire shot through me, coursing through my veins. The room was spinning. All at once, I grabbed Luke’s hand and brought him close to me. It was almost like guiding a virgin. I brought Luke’s hand to my dick, and he wrapped his fingers around it.
Just the sensation caused me to spasm.
"You like that?” I whispered.
Luke moaned and stroked my hard cock. “Yeah. But I can’t say I've ever seen one like that before."
I threw my head back. "What do you mean?"
“I’ve never seen an uncut cock.” Luke let out a whimper and stroked my shaft. He retracted my foreskin all the way and brought the tip to his mouth. "Do you mind if I suck it?"
“Oh sweet Jesus. No, you sexy fucking thing. Please, put it in."
Luke moaned and placed the tip in his mouth. He swirled his tongue along the slit, sending incredible sensations through my spine. He cupped my balls with his left hand and massaged them while he sucked, eliciting a soft series of whimpers and moans from my throat. I thought, This sexy little fuck doesn’t look like he’s sucked cock a day in his life, yet I don’t care. I can fucking teach him to please me. He’s my dirty little secret and I’m going to make him mine.
Luke opened his mouth and, after peeling back my foreskin, swallowed the dick all the way. I cried out as my cock slid down his throat, reaching pools of delicious warmth inside. Without thinking, I gripped Luke’s hair and slammed his face into my cock so hard he cried out in surprise. I suddenly stopped when I realized we hadn’t discussed limits — because some guys really hated getting face-fucked — but bucked into his tight virgin mouth even harder when I heard the deep guttural moan that freed itself from his lips.
With his tight mouth, sexy fucking beard, and t
otally buff body, I’d never felt something so incredible on my dick in my life.
But we couldn’t go on like this forever. Because between his legs, his cock was rock hard. I could see it through his briefs, the thick head poking out of the soft innocent fabric — a fitting contrast.
With a rasp, I said, "Let's switch, Lukey boy. Let’s see what you taste like inside.”
But without warning, Luke’s cheeks suddenly turned bright red. “I…”
I cocked an eyebrow at him. But suddenly, he stood up and rushed towards me. My breath hitch as he grabbed my hand and brought it into the folds of his briefs. Nestled in his rock-hard wood, my fingers brushed against something warm and wet.
My eyes shot open. “Ohhh.”
Luke grinned sheepishly. “I was a little too excited, I guess.”
“You little fucking virgin slut,” I growled, tightening my grip on his rod. “How dare you come before I taste you.”
“Looks like you’ll have to punish me in bed.”
I laughed devilishly. In one swift motion, I tucked my hard cock back into my shorts and led Luke out of the dressing room.
This inexperienced fucking sex God had no idea what he’d just gotten himself into.
But I had a funny feeling he wasn’t about to complain.
10
Luke
"Just drop the load here."
I followed Shelly into the auditorium and obeyed her command. It was never easy carrying an arm full of 2x4s in the morning — but today, there was a spring under my step. I’d woken up with delicious uncut dick on my mind. I'd tasted the rainbow and fallen in love.
Clearly, I had a thing for queens.
Shelly led me into the auditorium. We stopped near the X on the floor. "If you leave it here, we’ll be able to sort through it by lunchtime. We'll have the students chip in to help."