He orgasms on my face, jet after jet of hot semen, and I buck my hips and unload in his mouth.
The explosion leaves my brain rattled and my muscles weak.
Orlando leans up on an elbow to look at me. He’s sweat-drenched, and his lips are puffy and red.
“Damn,” he says. “I might be horny and young, but you’ve sure got stamina for an old dude.”
I throw a pillow at him.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
ORLANDO
Kevyn drops the heavy weights to the ground and lets out a satisfied huff. He wipes sweat off his forehead with a white towel and takes a drink from his water.
It’s night, and we’re at a quiet gym between his place and mine. Texting to encourage each other in the morning turned into texting about our latest matches, so we decided to meet up and talk shop sometimes, keep the conversation about strategy going that Zeke started.
Having a teammate to double down with is a lifesaver right now. I’m in the zone and fully intending to stay there.
Troy and I have met up a few times, but it’s not dulling my appetite. I’m still jerking off every day thinking about him. Even the porn I’m watching is drifting over to hot daddies and silver foxes.
When we’re in the hotel together, grunting and pushing each other around, it’s like the two of us are the only thing in the entire world. I challenge him until he takes charge, and then it doesn’t slow down until I leave, orgasmed to exhaustion.
Outside of that hotel room, though, soccer is my only concern.
“Can I ask you a question?” I ask Kevyn as we rest on a bench.
“What’s up?”
“I know you’ve been on top of your shit. But do you still think about your other sports all the time? And do you miss going out, dancing, meeting girls?”
Kevyn looks at me. “Honestly? Sometimes I miss that stuff a little bit. I do those things for fun. Soccer is fun, too, but this is a career, and climbing is something I just do with my friends and for myself. I miss that. But you know what Mel said. She thinks next year, I can work something out with the Force so that I can do some climbing and running, make it a positive. Cross-promote.”
“And you’re just trying to ignore temptation until then?”
It’s not that Troy is the same as rock climbing, although I can feel like I’m clawing my way up a mountain when I’m with him sometimes. But struggling with distractions off the soccer field is familiar.
I’m eager for some fresh advice, and since I’m not about to tell my team I’m fooling around with Troy Frisk, this will have to do.
Kevyn laughs as he stretches his arm behind his back. “I guess that’s all we can do. We knew this career wouldn’t leave time for anything else when we got started. Why are you asking, anyway?”
I push a hand through my hair. “Just wondering. Last year, I messed up so many times off the field. I’m trying to stay vigilant and keep my head in the game.”
Kevyn nods seriously. “Got to. Because we’re the best.”
“Best ever.”
“Legendary.”
We grin at each other for a second, and then he stretches his arm across his chest. “Seems like you’re doing pretty good. Haven’t made a tabloid in weeks, and we’re both part of the starting lineup now.”
I nod. “Yeah,” I tell him. “Thanks.”
“I’m taking off. You want to head out with me?”
I glance around at the empty gym. “I might enjoy the quiet and get a little more in. I’ll catch you at the stadium tomorrow.”
Both of my trainers have been focusing on precision, especially in the late game, and since I’m already tired, it’s a good chance to challenge myself with technical drills. When I hit the locker room a half an hour later, I’m dripping sweat, and my muscles are popping.
