Second Chance by JF Holland

Author:JF Holland [Holland, JF]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JF Holland
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Shit, he opened his eyes and looked around the locker room. He'd fell asleep, and although it wasn't a shit flashback that he'd had, it was nearly as bad. Now he was sat in the middle of a men's locker room with a boner, and he could hear footsteps approaching. Grabbing his loose t-shirt, he pulled it over his head and down over his groin, tying his sweatshirt around his waist for good measure. Grabbing his bag off the bench beside him he stood up just as the door banged open. In walked a trio of men, ribbing each other about who won. He nodded to them as he made his exit.

He'd head home and hit his gym, he was now wound up for a completely different reason. He could still smell the combination of their scents mixing, the smell of arousal teasing his nostrils and not helping his hard on one bit. He was so fucked, and it was going to be a hand job before he managed to get anything done because he needed to take the edge off.

Once outside he jumped into his Land Cruiser and took off for home, the place he used for escape. He'd bought it a couple of months back and was slowly doing it up room by room. The physical labour helped as it gave him something else to think about, taking his mind of all the shit going on in his head.

The game had done absolutely nothing to help relax him, he was so tightly wound at the moment he was about to snap. He just hoped no one was in the firing line when he finally went. There was no doubt in his mind now that he was in serious trouble, and it was more of a case of when now, not if.

He'd head home and spend some more time in his gym. Maybe take down that wall that needed to be removed in the spare room that linked to his own, it had been used as a nursery at one point. He had no use for one, so had stripped it. He was going to take a little off the walk-in wardrobe, then use it to extend what would be the bathroom.

He didn’t need a huge walk in, but he'd certainly get use out of an en-suite. Less time wasted going down the hallway when he woke up covered in sweat in the middle of the night. Now that was an idea, swinging around a lump hammer had definite appeal at the moment.

With that in mind he fought his way through the weekend traffic to get home, now itching to get started. Even his arousal had disappeared, probably thinking about the physical labour to come. Not exactly something to get hard over.

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