Page 13 of Returning Your Love
Fuck, I’d gone too long without release.
I collapsed back onto the mattress, boneless and heaving for breath like I’d hiked Mt. Washington, my extremities tingling.
But I didn’t stop stroking my sensitive shaft.
I still played out the fantasy, imagining Jamie hadn’t yet clenched his asshole around my cock, hadn’t emptied his own balls onto the bed beneath him. I set about to make fantasy Jamie groan my name while releasing.
Seconds later, I came again with an agonizing sweetness that overshadowed everything else.
Balls and head empty for the first time in too damn long, I finally slept through the night, guilt over what I’d done as silent as the grave.
Chapter 5
Jamie
It ended up taking us an extra week to figure out the details for camping on our old coach’s land by the pond. While he’d hightailed it for Arizona, Chaz had a shit ton of jobs he needed to complete before ditching work on Friday afternoon and Saturday. At least Shelly hadn’t given either of us shit for escaping for the weekend without her. According to Chaz, she made plans to visit with her new girlfriend Tara, who lived down in Berlin. He’d never met the woman, but according to Shelly, she was her sister from another mother.
I’d gotten to spend a few days hanging with Dad, cruising around town, and had my paperwork finished with the high school for the upcoming football season starting next month. The assistant coach, Dave, had met with me twice, and we’d gone through the playbook, his thoughts on the players returning from the year before, and how badly that season’s schedule would beat us up. While I felt somewhat prepared and hopeful we might do better than expected, nervousness made my head work overtime.
Camping offered a break mentally, and I couldn’t fucking wait to set everything aside and give my best friend my undivided attention.
Chaz offered to drive back the mile-plus dirt road leading out of town that circled Pippen Creek Pond, aka PCP. He showed up at Dad’s a little past three, freshly showered and smiling, with a flush on his face as though he’d been scurrying to get ready.
Humidity hung in the air, stifling and sticky, and we’d both opted for shorts and shirts with the sleeves ripped off, the usual attire from our high school days.
Seeing him climb from his jacked-up truck had my stomach going all sorts of crazy, my palms sweating from more than just the heat.
He looked good.
Delicious from messy hair to old, scuffed sneakers that had seen better days.
“What’s up?” I asked, grasping his outstretched hand and yanking him in for a quick bro-hug.
Goddamn, the man smelled lickable. Fuckable.
Chaz squeezed me tight before stepping back quickly without meeting my gaze. “You ready to roll?”
“Yeah.” I didn’t let his discomfort bother me. It’d been four years of distance between us, and we probably both had a lot of shit to say. Some stuff would need to stay a secret, but it was time to catch up with the one man who’d always felt like home to me. “I picked up some new fishing gear and a tent over at The Outdoor Shop.”
“This one bigger than that piece of shit your dad had?”
I chuckled and grabbed the tent bag off the porch where I’d piled my supplies for the weekend. “Yeah. Four-man instead of two.”
“No snuggling like kittens, huh?”
We both snickered, but the thought of being entwined with Chaz’s body perked my dick up even though I’d emptied my balls an hour earlier in the shower.
“Too fucking hot for that shit,” I said, putting the tent into the back of his truck. “If the mosquitoes weren’t so damn bad right now, I’d suggest sleeping under the stars where there might be a chance of a breeze.”
Chaz placed my dad’s small cooler alongside the tent, I tossed in my backpack with a couple changes of clothes, and we set off.
“You’re sure Shelly’s okay with us leaving her behind like this?”
“Oh yeah. She spends one if not two weekends a month down in the city with Tara getting their hair or nails done before hitting the bars.”
“Still a partier, huh?”
He shrugged, every trace of his earlier smile gone. “So tell me what you’ve been up to—how was it getting a degree and all that shit?”
