Kulti

“My schnecke. My little snail, do you know that’s what it means? It’s a term of affection in my country. My love. My snail. I don’t want to waste more time. I have nothing to hide and neither do you.”

It reminded you that anything was possible.

For a man who didn’t talk much, he really went for the knockout when he tried. Jesus Christ.

In his full glory, Rey was lines of muscle, a hard, thick cock and strong, muscular thighs that told me a story about what his secret had been when becoming one of the best players in the world.
He was perfect.

second later, the driver side window rolled down possibly an inch. I’m pretty sure the words, “Bye, Kulti,” were mumbled out a second before the window was rolled back up and my dad pulled the car away and out of the lot.
“I’m pretty sure my dad told you bye,” I laughed.
The German had a small smile on his face. “I believe so.”

It didn’t matter that he was still technically my coach until what? Midnight? Or that he was a celebrity of sorts and that I got rude emails from his fans. All that mattered was that he was my friend above all else, and he made my blood boil like no other person in the world ever had. I couldn’t get enough.

Finally after my mom let me go, Kulti stepped forward before Marc or Simon could. He put a hand on my shoulder, his eyes holding mine steady and only the faintest hint of a smile on his mouth.
“Yes, oh wise one? What words of advice do you have for me?”
That small smile blossomed. “Your parents said it all.”

I couldn’t help but stare at Kulti. My entire body was zeroed in on him, on his words, on his face and on that swell in my chest that wanted to squeeze my vocal pipes until they burst.

What was the saying? When one door closes, another one opens. I might just have to do a little breaking and entering to get the right one for me.

“Am I right or am I right?”
He mumbled something that could have been “you’re right” but it was said so low I couldn’t be sure. The fact he was avoiding my eyes said enough. It had me grinning.