A blow job that got me expelled from my college football team in the city, because I couldn’t help myself.
I thought I was on a private beach vacation in Monaco when I decided to put my lips around the guy’s cock.
Turns out the beach wasn’t so private.
Photos of me with eight inches down my throat surfaced the next day online.
Everyone who knew me already knew I was bi, but the media didn’t know until that day. My football coach and team didn’t, either. The photos were graphic and terrible for public image, regardless of whether people cared what my sexuality was.
I was kicked off the team within a few weeks due to “performance.” But everyone knew that was bullshit.
My performance was excellent. It always had been.
Then, the death threats began.
And of course my brother overreacted. I just didn’t know Luke would go behind my back to get someone to tail me.
Tate
You really think I need a goddamn bodyguard?
Your Guardian Fucking Angel
No clue. Your brother thinks so, though.
He’s been overprotective of me forever. Then he went pro and started flying around the country as a quarterback, so he can’t worry about me as much.
He cares a lot about you, it seems.
I know.
I’m here now.
I exhale, shaking my head as I look out over the quad.
And I see Roman.
I spot him leaning against the trunk of a tree with the faint blue glow of his phone illuminating his face, far off on the other side of the lawn.
I reach up to flip him off, then I wave. He doesn’t wave back, but he holds my gaze, looking like some sort of stately bouncer outside a bar.
I wanted to get laid tonight too, by the way. You ruined that.
You ruined it for yourself.
Come bend me over? It’s not gay if it’s only one time, right, Roman?
You enjoy provoking me.
Yes. But I’d also actually let you fuck me. Obviously.
How is that obvious?
Because I’m a cock slut who had a really bad night, and I want someone to fuck the big, bad feelings out of me then hold me like a baby while I come. Works like a charm.
Are you always like this?
…Honest?