lancesexual-moved answered:
Keith was thirsty. It was scorching out, and he was dehydrated, and his throat was dry, and his cock was stirring in his pants. There were water coolers ten feet away but it wasn’t what he wanted. The most appealing glass of water on the field came in the form of a tall, tanned boy stretching in impossible ways on the track around the field. His shorts were sinfully small and tight on his body, and the further he bent over, the harder Keith looked for tan lines, but there weren’t any. Even as he laid eyes on a tiny, tiny sliver of panties, the skin there was as dark and sun drenched as the skin on his thigh.
He licked his lips, with a tongue that was suddenly even drier.
The boy’s shirt was riding up as he bent over, revealing a sweaty plane of toned skin, dripping in the heat. His arms were just as dark, just as sleek, hair pressed flat to his skin. As Keith’s eyes trailed further along his body, he finally got to a face - settled on the other side of the boy’s legs, with eyes that were locked with his own, blatantly catching him staring.
Keith jolted, face boiling red, but he didn’t seem mad - he straightened and turned around, and there was a smirk on his narrow, perfect face. All of the moisture left Keith’s body. He dropped the ball in his hands, and watched the other’s eyes follow its movements, straight down, past a very interested crotch.
Their eyes met again, and he gulped.