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“I want it. Give it to me.” I made solid eye contact then.
“Fuck,” he whispered, then dove back in. He repeated himself, over and over until finally, his body shuddered.
An explosion of heat in my mouth. A mix of salt and sweet gushing down my throat. Repeated eruptions that at first, I didn’t think would stop. Damn but this guy could produce.
I swallowed all of it and never broke suction with his cock. He swore again in amazement until I had every drop of him.
Finally, he pulled away and I let him. His chest rose and fell in great heaves, a light sheen of sweat having formed over his face. I leaned back and bumped into the shelving behind me, breathing just as hard. I licked my lips, then wiped my mouth with the back of my gloved hand.
Leo waddled back a half step, then pulled up his trunks and shorts. His rapid breathing slowed. He cupped my head in a forceful way. Not gentle, but nothing that hurt. A… rugged way to say he appreciated it?
Then he turned, grabbed the pine tar from the shelf, and left.
I stayed in my squat for the next few minutes, trying to climb down from the climax of Everest. The only thing I could think of was when we were going to do that again.
CHAPTER TEN
Cody
Two days later,my phone chimed with an incoming text. The sound interrupted the white noise pumping from the speakers. I sleepily blinked my eyes until clarity found me.
I had slept in. It was a day off from games and I figured I’d give myself a day off from working out for recovery. I planned to stay home, hydrate, and veg on the couch to play video games. Something to look forward to in breaking the monotony ofnotplaying on the field. Still.
With a grunt, I rolled and snatched my phone from its charging cradle.
Leo:It’s Leo. Swing by my place when you wake up. Here’s the address.
Oh. Okay. Guess he got my number from someone. I liked his text to show I saw it, then flipped the covers off to plant my feet on the ground. It was a beautiful June morning, the sky a crisp blue with golden rays peaking over the oak tree outside my window. I took in three cleansing breaths and then chugged the water on my nightstand.
Two days ago I was happily on my knees in a storage room, then almost no contact with the man, since I wasn’t playing games. I didn’t mind the lapse in contact, but a part of me did wonder what exactly was going on there.
Guess you’re gonna find out.
I went through my morning routine in about half an hour. I dressed in shorts, sandals, and a long-sleeve, blue t-shirt. Aheard a new text come through my phone. Before I could reach for it, a second came in. Then a third. A fourth. A fifth.
Five total. In a row. Which always meant…
My moms.
I read the texts in a group chat labeled “Cody’s Moms.” In truth, they were the five separate mothers of the foster care families I had lived with throughout my youth. When I was drafted, all five had pooled money together to throw me a party where they all met each other for the first time. The infamous group chat was born that day and now, whenever one texted, all the others had to join in.
I shot them all an “I love you, I’m fine” regarding their curiosity. One of them had noticed a change in my behavior—how the hell she did was beyond me since I lived three hours away. I reassured them all again after another round of sudden panic. Took a selfie with a thumbs-up and five immediate hearts appeared.
After using an app to call a rideshare (reminding myself that I really needed to get a car at some point), I texted Leo that I would be there in about twenty.
Leo:Go through the side gate. Rear basement entrance.
Jeez, the man was as terse in his texting as he was speaking.
I popped two breath mints five minutes out. My assumption here was that he wanted something physical and I had zero problem obliging. After what he demonstrated in that storage room… every fifteen minutes for the past two days, all I could think about was theamountthat he produced. I wanted to see it again in action. It was like the eighth wonder to me. I had never seen anything like it.
Leo lived in a modern farmhouse with a gambrel roof. Sandstone beige siding covered most of the house, it had white trim and black windows. A wide and deep awning supported by Craftsman style columns covered a double oak front door with dual faux gas lanterns to either side. The lawn, a long stretch of checkerboard-patterned mowed grass, was bookended on the lefthand side of the house by a recently sealed driveway that terminated at a three-car garage. I thanked the cabbie, jumped out, and chewed on a third breath mint.
White vinyl fencing jutted out from the leftmost garage bay, and it took me a minute to figure out the unlatching mechanism to get it open. Once through, a gravel walkway brought me to the backyard oasis. A slight incline of manicured grass surrounded the entire area to make it feel like an amphitheater. An L-shaped pool with an integrated and raised hot tub dominated the space. A raised fire pit with six Adirondacks in a circle looked inviting off to the side. Extra-high fencing provided privacy from neighbors, as well as an arboreal curtain wall along the inclined border. I could imagine how gorgeous it all was at night. Strings of Edison bulbs throughout indicated a relaxed but sophisticated ambience.
The backside of the house had a screened-in porch. Between the porch and back of the garage were concrete stairs leading down to a set of black french doors. I jogged down and knocked on one of the glass panes. I heard a mumbled shout that sounded like “open,” and pushed my way inside.
Deep-pile carpet in the lightest shade of beige. I immediately kicked off my sandals. White walls. High ceiling. Plenty of window wells giving natural light to a cavernous space. A massive television screen with an equally huge, deep, inviting couch. A full gym in a nook to my right with a kitchenette opposite. Wood-wrapped Lally columns dotted the entirety of the finished basement. Leo was there, leaning against thecolumn nearest to the couch. He held a remote in one hand that he lightly tapped on the palm of the other. He wore those impossibly short shorts again and a tight-fitting tank top. Barefoot. No hat. Hair styled, with a fresh fade, including the beard. For a moment, I contemplated just dropping to my knees right there to get things started. But his body language…
