Chapter 6

Dale was stretching one arm over and behind his head, torso flexing tightly. Oh, my…One of his teammates walked up behind him and jokingly reached around to tweak a nipple. Dale yelped, twisting around, and the two of them quickly got into a mock wrestling match, arms wrapped around one another. Fuck, to have him hold me like that…

A loud whistle broke me out of my reverie. “NO HORSEPLAY!” That was Caitlyn, one of the other guards on my shift. She’d appeared at the base of my guard tower, one hand on her hip, the other holding her orange whistle. “Bondi! What the fuck?” She pointed at my trunks. It was then I suddenly became aware of a deep ache within them. I was painfully erect and sporting an enormous tent in my red shorts. “Anotherboner?”