Page 103 of Hey, Stepbro

Blakely’s eyes shine behind his sunglasses. "It's pretty incredible."

As Blakely and I walk hand in hand beside the shoreline, I’m certain we've stepped into a dream. The sun is shining brightly overhead, casting a warm glow on the sea of happy, dancing men. They sway to upbeat party music, sipping piña coladas and laughing as they play beach volleyball.

"Are you happy to be here?" I ask Blakely, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

"It’s worth missing a few days of class," Blakely whispers, his eyes glowing.

A foam football sails through the air and lands in my hands. I look over to see who tossed it, and it's a toned, muscular dude grinning at us from a short distance away.

"Hey! You guys want to join our game?" he calls out, motioning towards a group of equally attractive men who are gearing up for some friendly competition.

I turn to Blakely. "You up for some football with these guys?"

"If you are."

"Fuck yeah."

Blakely snorts. "Well, what are we waiting for?"

"Alright, let's get started!" one of the players shouts, organizing everyone into teams once we join the group.

My eyes flit around the array of sweaty, ripped bodies around us. Everyone seems to be having a great time, excitement filling the air. The scent of sunscreen mingles with the salty ocean breeze, creating an intoxicating aroma that screamsvacation.

Blakely ends up on the opposing side from me, which gives me a perfect opportunity to show off my skills. He grins, clearly ready for the challenge.

"Ready to lose, Mr. QB?" Blakely teases, winking playfully.

"In your dreams."

The game begins, and we're off. I sprint across the sand, my muscles flexing with each determined stride.

Our new friends are no slackers, either—they dive for catches, leap for interceptions, and tackle each other with gusto.

The energy is infectious, and soon Blakely and I are fully immersed in the action.

"Nice catch, Blakely," I shout as he snags a pass out of the air, his delicate fingers wrapping around the foam ball with ease.

He shoots me a triumphant grin before tossing it back into play.

I find myself stealing glances at Blakely as we duke it out. His hair is damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he laughs and cheers with the rest of the group. The muscles in his arms and legs work in overdrive as he moves, which makes my dick hard. God, I love this man.

"Watch out," someone yells, snapping me out of my reverie in time to catch an incoming pass.

I’m not so easily caught off guard. I tuck the ball under my arm and sprint towards the end zone. The sand shifts under my feet, but I manage to stay upright all the way to a touchdown.

"Nice one, stepbro," Blakely calls from across the field, wolf whistling in appreciation. His praise sends a warm glow through my chest, and I blow him a kiss, crazy about him.

We exchange high-fives with our new friends, all panting and drenched in sweat.

"That was awesome," Blakely says. "We should do this more often."

"Definitely," I agree.

My mind is exhilarated from the game and the sight of Blakely's glistening body. Christ, he looks good when he’s having fun.

After the game, we all dash towards the ocean. The inviting water is alive with the sounds of splashing as we dive into the waves.

I glance over at Blakely, who's doing the backstroke, his eyes sparkling with happiness.

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