Page 70 of Sweat

After collapsing in the middle of McKinley Park well after sundown, my heart beating a mile a minute and my dick throbbing like mad in my shorts, Rowan collapses right beside me and jerks me off right here. Firm grip and quick strokes. His eyes staring into mine, neither of us speaking a word that isn’t a pleasured moan. I spurt all over my abdomen with my hands fisting the grass. When I’m spent, I take my shirt off and clean myself up with it, toss it to the grass and tell Rowan I’m ready to keep grinding.

“I think that’s enough for tonight.” He wipes his hand on the grass before slapping it into mine so I can help him to his feet.

“You tired?” I ask.

“It’s almost ten, and classes start tomorrow. Baby boy needs his beauty sleep.”

I grab his hips and tug them against mine, crashing his hard-on against mine. Something about this man and his workouts won’t allow my cock to go soft. I slip my hand underhis waistband and grab his firm ass. “Baby boy needs to fuck his daddy.”

The moan that rumbles through Rowan’s throat has me thinking I can tug him into the dark side of the park and shove my fingers in his ass. No such luck. Rowan takes my wrist and pulls me out of his shorts. “You wish,” he murmurs against my ear.

Rubbing my cheek against his, I say, “I wanna get inside you so bad. Just my fingers, I swear. I’ll rub your prostate and make you leak all over my cock just like last time.”

“I knew letting you do that was a mistake.”

I chuckle from my chest, pressed flush against Rowan. “You fucking loved it.”

When Rowan answers by sucking my earlobe into his mouth, I know I’m right. His tongue is like a wet, warm snake made of velvet, slithering over the ridges of my ear and even dipping inside like it’s full of nectar.

“Fuck, Row.” My dick thickens, desperate again.

His teeth graze my lobe. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

My eyelids flutter as Rowan’s mouth moves to my neck, slurping at my skin like I’m soft serve. “Wanna go back to yours. If we wake up early, you can drop me at my place before I have to go to my first class.”

“I have a better idea.” Rowan reaches between us to squeeze my balls hard enough to make me gasp. “You’re gonna drive home, and when you get there, you’re gonna go into your bathroom, lock the door, and turn the shower on. While the water heats up, I want you to beat your big dick for me until you come all over yourself, and I want you to film it for me so I know you’re being a good boy.”

“Fuck,” I sigh, both disappointed and excited as hell. As badly as I want to get off with Rowan, I want to obey him.

“Tell me you’ll be a good boy,” Rowan says, inching his hand up to squeeze my shaft. Too soft to hurt, but hard enough to make me whimper.

“I’ll be good.”

“And don’t forget to send me your class and work schedule so I can organize our workouts.”

“You gonna make one of your sexy Google Drive spreadsheets?”

“Of course.” His hand jumps from my cock to my hand, wrapping it up in an equally gentle embrace. His grey eyes soften to that look he pays me often, ever since learning about my sister. Like he’s searching my own eyes for a reason not to worry himself to death while we’re apart. “Good luck tomorrow.”

Squeezing his hand, I say, “It’s just school. I’ve been doing it since I was, like, five.”

“Let me know if you need help with anything. You need to keep your grades up for athletic eligibility.”

“I know. I’ll let you know.” I kiss him, and he kisses me back, but it’s not a sloppy, heat-of-the-moment kiss. It’s so tender it tingles my spine in a way that’s more comforting than arousing. I want to keep kissing like this. Just stand out here all night, kissing until our lips go numb and our legs fall asleep.

When Rowan pulls back, I lean in and touch my forehead to his. I whine from my throat, because I’m a whiner now. He gives me so much, yet it’s never enough. There are never enough minutes in the day for me to ever tire of him.

“C’mon, gay boy. I’ll see you at practice tomorrow, and we’ll show McDonough you’re ready.”

By the first Monday of the Fall semester, there’s a huge banner hung across the Eastern side of the Student Union building, right over the Quick Stop window where I buy a Red Bull between classes. YOUR SAC STATE MEN’S SOCCER TEAM, reads the banner in comic book style letters. To the right of them are suave shots of Levi and Raisel in Hornet’s green, and to the left is an enlarged mugshot of Rowan, his eyes-on-the-prize expression. Hard and confident, just like his boners.

I lift my phone, take a pic of the banner, and attach it to a text to Rowan.

Me

Is it just me or is campus looking a lot better this year?

I’m paying for my Red Bull when my phone vibrates.

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