Sweat
It was the middle of July, and the sweat that ran down my roommate’s chest as he played volleyball on the beach with his buddies was distracting, as usual. I licked my lips, hoping no one else noticed the lust that I could barely hide from where I sat on a boulder, watching the game. I wore sunglasses, not only for the sun, but to hide the way I couldn’t help staring at him. His team was winning, too, and my c**k was hard. Good thing my shorts were knee-length and baggy.
Chance Raynor and I met our freshman year of college and became fast friends. We were as different as night and day, but still, we managed to get along. I was studying Liberal Arts with a minor in Creative Writing, while he was a History major, soccer star, and ridiculously hot. I fell for him from the first day, b
