Published: July 17th 2025, 11:37:07 am
White Chase
Hunter jogged through the morning mist in skin-tight white compression gear, his breath steady, stride strong. The park was quiet, dew clinging to grass like a secret. As he turned a corner, a familiar voice stopped him.
"Still showing off, huh?"
It was Ryan — leaner, older, but those eyes still held the same spark from high school. They exchanged laughs and small talk, the air thick with unspoken memories.
"You should drop by sometime," Hunter offered casually before jogging off, oblivious to the soft, wistful gaze that followed him.
Back home, unaware that his roommate, playful, bold, and very gay, had been watching him warm up all week.
In the other room, the ropes were already laid out, neat and waiting.
"So," the roommate whispered to himself, picking up a soft leather paddle, "guess it’s game night after all."
Hunter didn’t see it coming. But his balls definitely would.