Juan stopped at the end of a long wooden bench and opened his locker. Evan followed Carson to the other end of the same bench and set his backpack down. When Carson opened his locker, he leaned into Evan’s side and said, “Juan wants to take a shower with us. He’s seen you around and he asked if it’s okay. I didn’t want to say anything until I talked to you first.”
It took a moment for this to sink in. All this time Evan had been thinking Carson was different from the other men he’d known. He’d actually begun to believe Carson and Jeffery were nothing alike and that Carson only wanted to be with him. For that one brief instant in his complicated life, Evan thought there might still be hope and that he’d found a gay man who wanted a monogamous marriage and wouldn’t be interested in having sex with anyone else but him. Oh, he should have known better. Cadin was right: he did go for the same type all the time. He almost laughed in Carson’s face. This knack he had to ignore the realities in his life had always been one of the reasons why he’d turned to alcohol. And he had no one to blame but himself.
Carson kissed him in front of Juan and said, “So, is it cool? I think it could be fun.”
Instead of shoving Carson into the lockers and kicking him in the ass for making him believe there was still hope, he smiled and said, “Why the fuck not?” Then he glanced over his shoulder and Juan and said, “We’ll be right in. You get the water nice and hot, handsome.” Juan had already stripped down to his jock strap. The bulge between his legs looked even bigger than Evan had imagined.
An unusual sense of relief passed through Evan and a good deal of the stress he’d been feeling about his relationship with Carson dissipated. He realized that night his relationship with Carson had never been anything more than sexual and that he hadn’t been as emotionally involved as he’d thought he’d been. He felt a slight sting of disappointment, deep down. But nothing that would keep him awake at night, or send him to the nearest bar.
Chapter Twelve
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Carson asked. He’d removed his shorts, shoes, and socks, and was about to pull off his jock strap.
“Sure. I’m a good sport,” Evan said. “He seems like a nice guy, too.” He’d already removed all of his clothes and he was about to join Juan in the showers. He reached forward and squeezed the bulge in Carson’s jock strap and smiled. He kissed him on the lips and said, “You’re one of the sweetest guys I’ve ever met and I don’t see any reason why we all can’t have a little fun.”
“This doesn’t change anything between us,” Carson said. “I still have feelings for you. This is just fun and games and when it’s over, it’s over, as far as I’m concerned.”
Evan squeezed him again and felt him getting harder in his hand. He’d been listening to these same words from Jeffery for years. “Let’s not talk about anything too deep right now. I’m so tired of talking about things too much I could scream. I’m all talked out. In the past six months I’ve been analyzed, scrutinized, examined, and dissected. For once I’d just like to go with the moment and forget about everything emotional that requires too much thought. Right now, the only thing I want is to have two goodlooking boxers take turns fucking me in a men’s locker room.”
Carson’s eyes opened wider. “I’ve never seen you this candid before.”
Evan turned and headed for the showers. He sent Carson a backward glance and said, “I have my moments.”
What Evan didn’t say was that he wanted to find out what he’d been missing out on that other men seemed to embrace. He’d played by the rules all his life and he’d never stopped going in circles. Men like Jeffery did whatever they wanted and nothing ever seemed to happen to them. They moved forward, not in circles, stepping on anyone who got in their way. Though Carson was by no means as notorious as Jeffery, they both had a lot more in common than Evan had realized in the beginning. Evan would never have suggested they do a three-way with Juan—or anyone. He would have been happy just being with Carson and spending time alone with him. But Evan seemed to be missing something, because Carson clearly didn’t have a problem suggesting the threeway. And it was time for Evan to find out exactly what he’d been missing.
The showers in that gym were located in one large, open, square room that had been tiled in white from floor to ceiling. When he stepped down to join Juan, he found him standing under a showerhead at the back of the square room with his head tilted up as hot water splashed his face. The instant Evan saw Juan, his heart started to race and his dick grew fully erect. While the hot water hit Juan, he leaned back with his wiry legs slightly spread, soaping his genitals with both hands in an awkward way that made Evan smile.
He crossed the shower room slowly and rested one hand on Juan’s shoulder and the other between his legs. When Juan turned to put his arm around him and kiss him, he handed Evan a bar of soap and turned away from the water. As they kissed, Evan slowly rubbed the bar of soap up and down between Juan’s legs. Juan spread his legs wider and Evan lathered him with one hand and gently groped him with the other. Juan seemed to respond to a lighter touch—they always did. Each time Evan ran his fingers up and down Juan’s soapy erection, so gently he hardly touched him at all, Juan shoved his tongue deeper into Evan’s mouth and squeezed the back of his neck.
When Carson joined them, he stepped up from behind and placed his hands on Evan’s waist. His pelvis bucked forward, he shoved his dick up against Evan’s ass, and he started kissing them both. As their three tongues met, Evan dropped the soap and reached back with one hand to massage Carson’s balls. He took both men in each hand at the same time. He stroked and rubbed and squeezed. They responded to his light, articulate movements by forcing him into submission the way he’d been hoping they would.
They yanked his hair and squeezed his neck. The softer he stroked Carson’s dick, the harder Carson held his waist. Juan’s hands were all over his body by then. He grabbed Evan’s chest and cupped his pecs so hard Evan’s entire body went rigid. His back arched, silently begging Juan to continue, as Carson’s dick tried to find the lips of his anus. When Evan released both men and his arms went all the way up, they ran their rough hands up and down his wet body in moves that sent chills up and down his spine.
There were no spoken rules, but all three of them knew how this would turn out. When they stopped kissing, Juan held Evan by the neck and Carson applied pressure to his shoulders. And Evan knew without having to be told that it was time to go down on his knees on the shower room floor and do what they wanted him to do.