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Shane had barely met Ilya, but he felt a chemical attraction towards him. Every time they were together, Shane felt an attraction he had never felt with anyone else.
He wasn’t sure if it was his bulging thighs, sexy Russian accent or the constant sense of competition between them.
Whatever it was, Shane seized the opportunity when he noticed Ilya staring down at his shorts.
“You want to see it?” Shane asked, referring to his dick. Ilya’a eyes widened with surprise and hunger. Shane wasn’t sure Ilya believed he would do it.
“Yes,” Ilya replied. He looked Shane in the eyes, daring him to do it.
Shane gladly accepted the challenge. Without standing up, he slipped his shorts off. He kept his boxers on and his eyes closed.
Shane always kept his eyes closed when he masturbated, and he couldn’t think of any reason this time would be any different.
Besides the man sitting in front of him. Shane wanted to do this, so badly, but it wasn’t just for his benefit.
Shane opened his eyes and made eye contact with Ilya while he rubbed his hand over his already awakening cock. Shane didn’t need to look down to know that Ilya was in a similar state.
But Ilya didn’t slip his cock out. He stared at Shane, not knowing whether to look at his eyes or his crotch.
After a few seconds, Ilya held something up to Shane. It was his water bottle.
Shane didn’t think before squirting some of the water over the front of his boxers. He saw Ilya raise his eyebrows, with a small smile on his face.
Shane was full of surprises.
He kept his boxers on until his throbbing cock begged to be released. Once his boxers were off, Shane squirted the rest of the water directly onto his dick.
That was almost enough for him to finish, but Shane wanted to make this last.
For a minute, Shane wrapped both hands around his dick and slowly jerked himself off. Then, he moved his right hand to his face and put two of the fingers into his mouth.
Things started to move quicker now, since Shane could already feel that he was about to cum. Ilya threw him a towel just in time, and Shane leaned against the wall.
Shane didn’t know how long they were silent before Ilya spoke.
“Not bad,” he said, his voice sounding shaky.
“Think you can do better?” Shane asked. Suddenly, this became another competition between the rivals.
“Faster or better?” Ilya asked.
“Slower.”
“I cannot,” Ilya said, gesturing to his growing bulge. “Is not fair. I have been warming up.”
“Fair enough,” Shane said. “Just show me what you’ve got.”
Ilya didn’t need any more instructions. He quickly slid his bottoms down, revealing bare skin below his t-shirt. Shane looked up at the Russian in awe, taking him in.
Ilya walked over to Shane and sat besides him.
“Need your help,” Ilya said, pointing to Shane’s hand.
“What do you need?” Shane asked. This was his rival, but he was a nice guy. How could he turn down this opportunity to help Ilya?
Ilya picked up Shane’s hand, waiting for Shane’s nod of approval. When he got it, Ilya placed Shane’s hand gently on his dick.
“Stroke,” Ilya said, placing his hands behind him on the floor.
“Okay,” Shane said, but he wanted to suprise Ilya. Before placing his hand on Ilya’s crotch, he gently pulled Ilya’s hair. It was light, but enough for a small whimper to escape Ilya.
Focusing in, Shane started to gently stroke Ilya’s cock. When he noticed that Ilya had closed his eyes, Shane put his other hand on Ilya’s jaw.
Ilya got the message and opened his eyes to stare at Shane.
“I can finish,” Ilya said, moving a hand towards his dick.
Shane wasn’t done though. He gently pulled on Ilya’s curls before Ilya suprised him by grabbing the empty water bottle next to him.
Somehow, right in the edge of a climax, Ilya managed to take the lid off the water bottle before placing it over his dick and finishing into it.
Shane and Ilya sat with their dicks out for a few minutes, each too tired to get re-dressed. Shane was sweating, and he wished they hadn’t used all the water. I used all the water, Shane thought to himself.
Somehow, masturbating with Ilya had felt better than any of the times he’d had sex with women. So when Ilya placed his hand on Shane’s thigh, just centimeters away from where his dick lay, Shane returned the gesture.
They sat like that for another few minutes before Ilya took his hand off Shane’s thigh and stood to get up.
“That was nice,” Ilya said, pulling his shorts back on. “Should do again sometime.”
Shane didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t say anything. He just nodded at Ilya as he got up to leave the gym.
“Thanks,” was all Shane managed to say before Ilya left the gym.
”You started it,” Ilya said with a wink.
As Ilya left, Shane realized he was still naked from the waist down. He slowly put his boxers back on, then his shorts, trying not to think about how… whatever this was… would affect their rivalry on the ice.