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GameOn057: Keep stroking yourself. I wish I were there doing it for you. I’d start by playing with your balls. They looked real fuckin’ nice in the photo. Then I’d stroke you, bring you close to the edge, but I wouldn’t let you come. Not right away.

“Fuck,” I curse into my empty bedroom, somehow not feeling alone. How is he turning me on this much just with words on a screen? But then, that’s not all it is, either. It’s how much he seems to want me. It’s doing something so far out of my norm that feels so damned exhilarating.

I feel like more than just a dad, a spouse, a son, and a football player. I don’t have any responsibility in this room right now—no expectations or rules. I can just let go and enjoy myself.

GameOn057: I really want to suck you. I’d get on my knees for you if I were there. I’d tease you at first, kiss the tip, lick it, then make you jerk off for me again. I’d be dying for another taste, but I’d learn to be patient, and not take you into my mouth until you were begging for it, dying to fuck my mouth. I’d let you do that too, let you use my mouth however you wanted, and when you came, I’d swallow down every single drop.

I can’t believe how turned on I am, can’t believe that I’m already teetering close to the edge, so close to busting a nut.

GameOn057: You want to come already, don’t you? Do it. Take your pleasure. Shoot your fat load all over that pretty skin of yours and make me wish I was there to lick it all up.

“Jesus!” I nearly shout, balls drawing up, body bowing off the bed as I stop fighting my orgasm and just give in. Color dances in my vision when I shoot the first time. I feel light, like fucking fireworks are going off inside of me or something.

I shoot again and again, watch cum splatter against my skin, run down my dick, and paint the grooves in my abs.

I keep going, keep jacking myself until I’ve wrung every drop out of my balls.

It takes me a minute, or hell, maybe a hundred of them to realize there is another message from GameOn057.

I click on it to see his soft cock, lying in a pool of cum, and damned if my mouth doesn’t water.

I take a photo of myself too, then send it to him.

GameOn057: I hope I get to taste you one day.

I want that as well, but the longer I sit here, cum drying on my skin, the more my thoughts work their way in. I just had an orgasm with someone else; that’s normal and okay. Ree and I aren’t together. Hell, she’d probably be cheering me on if she knew. Would she if she knew it was a guy I was with? I think so. But still, my brain doesn’t stop throwing a million what-ifs and concerns at me.

Is this too soon? What if someone finds out? How is Tiana going to take it when she finds out about me and her mom? How am I going to break my mother-in-law’s heart?

GameOn057: You good?

I honestly don’t know. I should be, but this is all so new, and while that was a turn-on before, now it’s scary as hell.

Me: I think so. I just…I think I gotta go. That cool? I need to wrap my head around some things.

GameOn057: Yeah, man. That’s cool. And if you don’t want to do anything like that again, we don’t have to. I just like talking to you.

Yeah, I like talking to him too.

And I like what we did as well, so why am I losing my shit about it?

Me: It’s all good. I had fun. Talk soon.

GameOn057: Okay. Goodnight.

Goodnight, I reply, before exiting out of the app.

I go to my photo gallery immediately and delete the photos I took of myself, then get up, wash myself off, throw on some sleep pants, unlock the door, and climb back into bed…thinking about GameOn057 the whole time.

CHAPTER NINE

Desmond

The Inferno and Pulse play a preseason game against each other nearly every season. This year, they’re trying something new, and leading up to the game on Sunday, we’re holding youth events at the stadium with flag football games, coaching, and some other stuff for an L.A. community engagement project.

I’d be lying if I said there’s not a part of me anxious to see Oak. It’s only been a few weeks, but I haven’t seen him since the cookout with Hunter and Lucas. I’ve found myself thinking about the motherfucker, more often than I should.

At least once, when I sure as shit had no business thinking about him, and that was during my jerk-off session with OnTheBeach27.