“Holy hell,” I say, handing him back his phone.
“Yep. We just popped into existence. The world is full of Virgin Marys. No sex involved.”
I snort and get to my feet. “I read a story once where the only way that you could have a child is if the governing body approved it, and then you were implanted with an embryo of someone from the past who’d died. So the population always stays at the same relative number, and the people keep being born over and over again.”
“That’s disturbing,” Booker says.
“It is,” I agree. “Yet somehow, I don’t doubt there are governments willing to do that if they could figure out how to make procreationnotoptional.”
“I mean, that’s an easy fix. You sterilize every male born.Without swimmers, there’s no pregnancy,” Booker points out. “Also, it’s not like governments haven’t tried forms of this in the past. There was eugenics during the fifties. Was it the fifties? Anyway, where they were performing involuntary sterilizations on those whose genetic material wasn’tgood enoughto remain in society. In a way, a mandate on how many kids you can have is another form of that. It’s population control, at any rate.”
“I think Hitler had a program where they encouraged people with certain characteristics to breed in controlled environments so he could create the perfect Aryan race—while simultaneously slaughtering those he thought were contaminating the Earth.”
“It’s scary to think about. His reach was actually really incredible. He accomplished so damn much, it’s truly a thing of nightmares,” Booker says.
I nod in agreement as I drop my bag inside my door. There’s a pause in our conversation before Booker says, “How did we get on this topic? It’s weird to go from porn to the Holocaust.”
Laughter bursts out of me. “I have no idea. I think sex was involved, but yeah, that’s a weird chain to follow.”
My phone pings, and I reach for it, grinning when I see Alka’s name.
Alka
My office?
I send a thumbs up and put my phone back in my pocket. “Be back in a bit.”
“Practice?” he asks, his attention once more back on his screen.
“Not yet but yeah.” I pause to determine whether I should bring my change of clothes. Yeah. Just in case. Then I don’t have to come back here and risk being late. That’s not the best impression to give to your coach boyfriend.
I dig out clean practice clothes, make sure my cleats are in the bag, and dump in a couple bottles of water on my way past the mini fridge. They’re bottles that I refill constantly. I can’t fit anyof my reusable water bottles into the tiny ass fridge, so I keep filling up plastic ones then dumping them into my bigger, insulated one.
Call me weird, but I like my water cold. It’s not the end of the world if it’s not, but I definitely prefer it this way. Hmm. I wonder if I can order a bigger mini fridge. They make ones that look just like normal-sized refrigerators but smaller. Like for a camper as opposed to a hotel room.
I’ll look into that.
With my gym bag over my shoulder, I head across campus to the athletic building. While I make it a point to pay extra attention to those around, I also walk the fine line of trying not to look suspicious. I’m not sure I succeed. Most of the time, I have my phone out so I can appear carefree as I mindlessly scroll along my feed in The Pride Room app.
The doors to the building are usually left unlocked throughout the day. I stop in the locker room and shove my bag into my locker before peeking down the hall that leads to Alka’s office. There aren’t any sounds. I only have to pass two doors on the way. One of them is open with the lights off. The other is closed, and I can’t tell if there’s someone in there or not.
Taking a breath, I start down the hall and remind myself that it’s not unreasonable for an athlete to stop by their coach’s office. Maybe I have a question. Maybe he wants to talk to me about something.
The way my heart thunders in anticipation and my cock chubs, I think the idea that someone could come around the corner as I knock on Alka’s door is exhilarating. I’m enjoying the risk a little too much.
I make it to his door without incident and knock. The sound of his feet on the linoleum floor gets closer, and the door opens. He smiles, and my stomach flips.
Alka takes a step back to let me in before shutting the door, then I’m on him. My arms twine around his neck as I seal my mouth to his. He hums into my mouth, his handsdragging down from the backs of my shoulders, my ribs, my waist, my ass. He roughly pulls me against him as our kiss, which hadn’t started out sweet and PG at all anyway, gets deeper. Wetter. A bit sloppy and frantic. Like I haven’t touched him in ages, which is a gross exaggeration. This morning, I went to his house earlier than usual so I could be with both of them for a few minutes. We kissed. Some three-way kiss that can be more comical than anything else at times.
Remembering it makes me moan. Yes, comical, but I fucking love it. I push Alka backward until his ass meets the edge of his desk and drop my hand down his front to grip him through his pants. Thank fuck he’s always as hard as I am.
Alka doesn’t stop me when I reach my hand into his pants, wrapping it around his cock and awkwardly stroking him. Maybe I’m not just turned on because we’re sneaking around, though that’s fucking hot. Maybe it’s also not just me remembering our three-way kiss. Images of Oscar on the screen flood my mind as if he’s here.
Pulling my mouth from his, I stare into his eyes as I push his pants down to just under his balls. I tuck the elastic of his sports pants under his balls to keep them from getting in the way. He’s so damn turned on. I love this look on him.
Looking down at his red, hard cock, I spit to give us a little bit of lube before jerking him. Alka groans, letting his head fall back. I lean in again as I stroke him and kiss his neck, licking and sucking and biting. “I saw Honey Sin on screen,” I say.
Alka shivers. “Yeah?”
