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(Interlude – Kevin’s narrative)

Wyatt and I kept our arms around each other until we got back to the changing room, where we couldn’t control ourselves any longer and burst out laughing, doubling over with tears rolling down our eyes. It felt so good to laugh like that and it felt very natural to laugh like that with Wyatt, and if I hadn’t been so hysterical, something about that would have felt…odd.

“That (gasp!) was (gasp!) epic,” Wyatt said. “They loved it!”

“Yeah,” I said. I was moving from belly laughs to a giggle, like I was eight years old and had sneaked a cookie from the kitchen. “They ate up everything we served them – but you definitely sold things better than I did. That first headscissors…”

“Yeah – that was a good idea, shaking me like that. Some of them must have cum in their pants when my ass started shaking.” He straightened up, and said, “Our Daddies are waiting for us. We should probably get cleaned up.”

“Yeah.” I looked around. The cabinets on the wall looked to be the best bet. I tested one; it was unlocked, and there were plenty of towels inside. I tossed one to Wyatt and took a second for myself. “Showers should be around here somewhere, too.”

“In there,” Wyatt gestured. “I saw them when I went to take a piss before. Three stalls, so neither of us would have to wait.” He bent over and stripped off the jockstrap, leaving him goldenly and gloriously naked in front of me. I could feel myself getting hard in my jock, and I was going to have to take it off just to relieve some of the pressure.

My dick immediately sprang up; I would have been embarrassed, but Wyatt was just as hard. I was about to say something smart-assed, but Wyatt quickly turned and made for the showers. I shrugged and followed him. We each took a stall and began to clean up.

“I’m glad you suggested exaggerating everything we did during the match,” I called.

“I knew it would drive the crowd wild,” Wyatt called back from his stall. “Did you see my Daddy was talking to yours almost the entire match?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “You think they’re hitting it off?”

“I think so. Hopefully. My Daddy told me before the matches started that he thought yours was hella hot.”

I jerked my head around the partition dividing our two stalls. “He what?” I spluttered.

“He said he thought your Daddy was hot,” Wyatt said, smiling at me. He turned to face me full on. “Just like I think you’re hot.”

He reached over and pulled me into his stall with him; with my big hockey-built body and Wyatt’s rugby-like physique, it was a very tight squeeze. Our bodies were pressed cock to cock against each other, and I could feel Wyatt’s hardness squeezing against mine. He put his arms around my waist and kissed me.

I haven’t kissed a man besides Daddy in over two years. Part of my brain was screaming in alarm that this wasn’t allowed, that I was betraying my Daddy, but the other part of my brain was melting at the softness of Wyatt’s lips and the feeling of his tongue exploring my mouth. My arms came up of their own accord to slowly encircle Wyatt’s neck, and I shook off my shock enough to match Wyatt kiss for kiss.

That’s all we were able to do; there was no room in the stall for either of us to get lower to suck each other off, but we stood there with the hot water pounding onto my neck for a good fifteen minutes, kissing each other’s mouths, necks, ears. I tried to twist my body enough to get my mouth on Wyatt’s hard nipples, but I’m not that flexible. And when the water started to get cold, Wyatt said, “We’d better finish up here and get back out there or our Daddies might come looking for us.”

“You’re probably right,” I replied. More reluctantly than I should have felt, I disentangled myself from Wyatt and went back to my own stall. The water was uncomfortably cold at this point and it didn’t even do anything to cool my raging hardon, or the chaotic whirlwind of thoughts running through my head. Daddy and I had never said we were exclusive, but we had never said we weren’t, either. I had kissed someone other than my Daddy. Was I going to lose him for this? Dadd—Keith—was the best thing that happened to me in my entire life and I couldn’t imagine a life without him.

I saw Wyatt pass his shower back to the changing room, and I turned off the taps and followed him. As we entered the room, Wyatt turned to me and smiled, and wordlessly used his towel to dry off my still dripping body. My hands automatically returned the favor, rubbing the towel I was carrying all over Wyatt’s smooth body, massive pecs, perfect six back, beautiful ass, impressive cock and balls.

Wyatt was still rock hard, and so was I. We kissed again, this time giving our hands free range to explore each other’s bodies, letting the soaked towels drop to the floor in the process. We were obviously already acquainted with each other’s bodies, but this was almost completely different from a hard fight or even the relatively fun fight we’d had.

Finally, I broke the kiss and stepped away, reminding him, “Our Daddies.” Wyatt grinned and we began to get dressed, putting our uniforms back on and making sure the other Boy looked presentable for his Daddy. Satisfied, we made our way back to the main room where our Daddies were waiting.