Jockstrapped

By Foxxi Smolder

Joe used to command respect - and admiration - among the girls at his high school. But with newcomer Kieron stealing his thunder, something has to give - and in the face of Kieron's animal, masculine charisma, it might be Joe himself...

Joe Kerrigan is used to being the object of affection: his cool looks and sensitive demeanor got him all the female attention he could ask for. But Kieron Greaves, the new senior, can steal that away with just a twitch of his exquisitely sculpted backside. The tension between the two immediately comes to a head, with Kieron's aggression forcing Joe to stand up to him or yield.

But when a high school basketball game brings the conflict to a head, Joe has to decide whether to accept Kieron's bullying, or to take it like a man. Just how far they'll go to reconcile is far beyond what Joe expects - and Kieron has his way, Joe may end up begging on his knees for more than just his dignity...

Read on for over 7000 words of rough, sweaty, first-time m/m smut!

Excerpt:

"Don't," Joe warned, but the tremble in his throat undermined him. What he'd intended to sound serious came out more like a plea.

"Am I wrong?" Kieron's eyes, pale green, stared him down. A little quirk had turned up the side of his mouth. Joe couldn't help watching that mouth, his chin and his gaze held in place by Kieron's hand—he wanted to look away but some troubling fascination had his eyes glued to Kieron's slightly parted lips.

"I think I'm right," whispered those lips. "I think you want me, just like how those girls want me. You wanna get in my pants. Wanna have yourself a piece of this—" With his free hand, he gestured down at the towel still slung around his waist.

Joe's eyes darted down and then back up just as quickly.

Kieron's fingers dug into his chin. "You're just dying to see what's under this towel, huh?" he asked, with a playful tilt of his head. But his eyes stayed fixed on Joe—they had not missed the glance downward.

"Why don't you find out?" he said, and both his hands went to Joe's shoulders to push him to his knees.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Foxxi Smolder
• Release date: Oct 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463286326

Foxxi Smolder

Confirmed bacheloress by day and scribbler of indecent material by night, Foxxi Smolder has been writing sweet, smutty short stories since 2015. She is dedicated to bringing her readers works that embrace kink without sacrificing sex positivity or a sense of humor. When not writing, she enjoys tending her rose garden, doing Tarot readings for her cats, and adding to her collection of fainting couches.

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Jockstrapped

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Jockstrapped

By Foxxi Smolder

Joe was in the middle of daydreaming again when Kieron barreled into him, throwing his shoulder into Joe's with enough force to knock him on his ass.

He met the linoleum floor of the gym and skidded back, the sound of his shorts squeaking on the greased surface drowned out by the louder squeal of sneakers from the other players and the drum of the basketball up and down the court. The breath whooshed out of him, fast—a surprise body-check would do that to you.

Joe picked himself up, gingerly. Nothing hurt, at least so far, but his pride was seriously wounded.

The hell did you do that fo— he started, rubbing the back of his head, but the shrill of a whistle drowned him out.

No horseplay! bawled Coach Parsons. His voice was as much of an affront as the body-slam. The noise of the game in progress soon drowned him out, the usual hollers and hoots of overly hormonal males at play.

Joe smoothed a hand down the back of his neck, checking for pain; he’d heard too many stories of athletes cut down in their prime by spinal injuries not to be a little protective of his own neck.

As he massaged a bit of the soreness away, he casually turned the movement into a quick check of his hair. Still styled tall in the front, still swept back to perfection, though a bit deflated with sweat—but overall, his look remained in place. That was good.

A quick, sharp glance over at his adversary showed him that Kieron was sweaty too. But the taller, muscled senior wore it well, and proudly.