Page 25 of Saddle Studs
Shit, I was about to start getting hard again. I went straight for the water, nearly breaking out into a run. I splashed into the fresh stream, the smooth rocks massaging the soles of my feet. Sam managed to pry his eyes off me and leaned forward in the water so he could wet his hair. He lifted and shook a trail of water just as I waded in front of him.
“Oh, sorry,” he said as I wiped my face.
“That’s fine.” I grinned at him. “Just means I have to get even.” I paid him back with a surprise splash. He dodged backward, slipping and falling into the creek. He got back up with a laugh and reared his arm back, sending it forward with what felt like a tidal wave. I flopped to the side to try and dodge it but ended up completely submerging myself.
Water encased me. The sound of Sam’s laughter was muted, filtered, backed by the constant murmur of moving water. It was so peaceful.
And, beyond that, it was also the perfect way to get a good view of Sam from below the waist. Good thing my dad had taught me how to keep my eyes open underwater, although I’m sure he’d never thought I’d be using his lessons for this.
I broke the surface of the water. Sam wore a mischievous smirk as he took a wrestler’s stance—legs wide, arms out. Guess the games weren’t over.
“Remember when we had that water wrestling phase?” Sam said. He didn’t have to ask the question, I’d already been remembering that weekend we spent wrestling each other in this very creek.
“I can’t believe you made us both think water wrestling was the next big sport,” I said.
“Blame it on Kevin from geometry class. His dad worked in the WWE, of course I believed him.”
I rolled my eyes at that. “Kevin was a pathological liar, and his dad worked in WWE, as inWaste Water Engineering. He had nothing to do with the wrestling organization and everything to do with the pipes that carried all the bullshit Kevin spewed.”
Sam’s eyes narrowed. “Damn, really?”
“Yes, really.”
“Oh… well, we’re still going to water wrestle. For old times.”
I didn’t even get a chance to protest. Sam launched forward, his powerful legs driving him up out of the water. His arms were encasing me, playfully pushing us both back into the water. I let myself fall, the two of us breaking the glass-like surface.
I rolled us under the water, a move I’d learned to do back when we were in high school and training for the non-existent WWE water wrestling Olympics. Sam’s hand reached for my legbut grabbed my ass instead. I—gently—pushed my leg between his and lifted us up out of the water.
His balls are on my thigh, holy crap, code red. Code fucking red.
He sucked in a breath of air, same as me, before he wrapped an arm around my neck and brought us both back under the water. It was roughhousing like we’d done dozens of times before, except this time we were completely naked. One of Sam’s maneuvers had him straddling my side, pushing his (absolutely huge and… holy shit, rock hard) dick against me.
Sam rolled me over under the water so that he was beneath me, his legs wrapped around mine and his arms locked around my chest. There was no hiding my erection now as the back of his leg brushed against it.
He let go. We got back onto our feet, slightly flushed, dripping wet, andclearlyexcited about the match.
This was… an interesting turn of events. “I think you win that round,” I said, proud I didn’t sound as flustered as I felt. The water licked at my stomach. Ripples from our match still echoed across the surface.
“Should we go for a second round?” Sam asked. But his eyes weren’t looking at my lips for an answer. They’d migrated south. And so had his hand.
This was moving fast.
Was it too fast?
I knew that by saying yes, a second round of wrestling likely wasn’t what was in the cards for us. But… fuck. I’d fallen down this rabbit hole before, and had gotten myself hurt once I smacked onto the bottom. It had taken me a long time to climb back up to the surface and dust myself off.
All it took was a grinning and naked Sam to present himself for me to dive head-first back into the same rabbit hole.
Would my fall be cushioned this time? Or was I fixin’ to slam back into the hard, cold, loveless ground?
Only one way to find out.
“Yeehaw,” I said before launching myself forward.
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