Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“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 in Waste 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 leg but 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, and clearly excited 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.
11
SAM
Benny fell onto me in a tangle of long limbs and hearty laughs. We playfully splashed back into the water. I put a hand out and braced myself against the rocky floor of the creek. The crystalline water was refreshingly cool. I tussled with Benny for a moment, pushing him back, our splashes and laughter scaring away a large cardinal that had dropped by for a drink. It streaked away like a bright red comet flying back toward the sky.
The wrestling between Benny and I turned more relaxed. At one point we were simply embracing. Neither of us were trying to hide the effect this kind of physical contact had on us. Part of me wondered if I should be embarrassed by this, but that part was quickly silenced.
Benny was my friend. He used to be my best friend. If there was anyone on this earth I could explore this part of my map with, it’d be him.
Benny looked up at me. He grinned and kicked a leg between mine, twisting his foot around my ankle and dropping us both sideways into the water. His hard cock pressed against mine. Thunderous bolts of electricity shot through me.
I swam backward and put some distance between Benny and me. He rose up out of the water, his black hair dripping wet, his chest rising and falling with his breath. He ran a hand through his hair and shook it out. The moment slowed, as if a film editor had pressed a button on their keyboard to make sure the audience took in all of Benny’s majesty.
That’s the only way I could describe him—majestic.