Page 95 of Overtime

Mentally, I’m in my happy place—on the field, a ball in my hands, a crystal blue sky above, and a breeze cooling my sweat-soaked skin. In reality? All hell is breaking loose around me.

Jeff barks out a harsh laugh, joining in with the rest of his squad. “I’m with them. You guys might not have dick problems, but I have no doubt any chicks you’re with are crying over their shitty luck. The biggest of you is, what? Three inches?”

“Dude,” Mike grits out. “It’s cold in here.”

“Well, we can’t help you with your dick problems if we don’t get a good look at what you’re working with.”

Trevor nearly chokes beside me. “What is that supposed to mean? You guys are not touching my junk!”

“Hell no!” Jeff actually gags then an evil smile curls his lips. “But we will give you a few pointers.”

“I don’t need pointers from you,” Alex scoffs. “I have plenty of sex. All by myself, like the big boy I am.”

The upperclassmen crack up at Alex’s confidence.

A senior lineman calls out, “You don’t look so big from where I’m standing!”

Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as Alex shrugs, seemingly unaffected by the taunts. “What can I say? I’m a grower, not a shower.”

Jeff steps up to Alex. “Maybe, but you clearly don’t know how to use what you’ve got if you think popping a girl’s cherry is supposed to hurt.”

I’m so confused. Is Jeff a bad guy or a good guy? Maybe if my dick wasn’t hanging in the breeze, I’d be able to think more clearly.

“Get ‘em hard, boys. Let’s see what you’re really packing when you dick your girls.”

Nope. No more doubt. He’s an asshole like the rest of them.

“Fine,” Alex taunts back. “But don’t be too jealous of what you see.”

Mike turns his head to blink at me in slow motion then faces the upperclassmen. “I’m not jerking off in front of you guys!”

“So, you’re saying you have trouble getting it up, Mitchell?” Jeff turns around to his squad as they all laugh.

“No!”

“Then make with the strokin’.”

This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening.

I guess the other guys are all going to town because Jeff trains his laser-like focus on me. “You really weren’t lying, Falls. You haven’t been with anyone. Not sure what to do with that twig between your legs?”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him I knew exactly what to do with his mom, but even I’m not stupid enough to incur that level of wrath.

A couple of the seniors mime a jerking motion behind Jeff as they all howl at me.

“How the fuck did you make captain of anything?” One of the other seniors nearly cries, doubled over with laughter.

Anthony cracks up then points an accusing finger in my direction. “Christ, are you gay?”

Not that it should matter if I was, but I’ve had enough. These pissheads aren’t going to pipe down until they get what they want. Might as well play the game by their rules until I can shake up the team after Jeff graduates next year.

I close my eyes, fist my dick, and go to my other happy place.

My favorite fantasy flashes behind my closed lids.

Evie’s smile is warm and inviting, her black curls splayed out over my blue pillowcase, enhancing the brightness of her eyes. She beckons me closer with a sexy little sweep of her finger, but I’m going to take my damn time savoring every inch of naked, smooth, tan skin on display in the middle of my bed. Her chest heaves with rapid breaths, her tits in a constant state of motion. I cup them in my hands, swiping my thumbs across her large nipples. They harden under my touch, and my dick goes to full mast in response. Evie licks her swollen, shiny lips, eyeing me with clear intent. We’ll get to that later. First…

I snap out of my haze with the sound of Jeff coughing. “All right, break it up. If you come on the floor, you’re cleaning it up with your tongue.”

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