It’s the middle of July, and Rico Davin is about to faint -- not from the heat, though. For the whole summer, he gets to watch his best friend, Chance Raynor, shirtless and wet on the beach playing volleyball with his buddies. The perspiration on Chance’s skin is driving Rico nuts. It doesn’t help that he’s lusted after Chance since they met freshman year in college. What’s not to like in a tall, muscular, and just plain hot jock of a roommate? Unfortunately, Chance doesn’t see Rico the same way. Or does he?<br><br>When Rico is hit by a car while riding home on his bicycle, Chance shows him a side of his personality Rico never expected. Maybe it’s the heat or his concussion, but when they argue, Rico’s hidden feelings and insecurities come out in the open, for good or bad. Maybe getting sweaty could make it all better.

Sweat

After a quick shower, I dressed in an old tank top and shorts before escaping to the balcony. It was still blistering hot, but the light breeze and the view of the beach was spectacular, and I was more than happy to sit in the shade of the trees, drinking ice-cold lemonade and working on my latest erotic short story on an old, trusty laptop while listening to tunes on my old iPod on low volume with my headphones.


As usual, the tale featured a handsome, muscular jock who reamed the pert, tight ass of the geek who’d been secretly admiring him from afar ten different ways from Sunday. The fact that the characters resembled Chance and me wasn’t lost on my imagination. I simply had lots of fantasies to act out, and the stories sold well. It was how I had the extra funds to buy clothes and the like, though I wasn’t anything like a spendthrift.


Chapter 2