Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
I scanned the aisle. A lady decked in executive office wear shot an inquisitive glance our way. It wasn’t judgmental. Just curious. I’d never been in a position where a stranger might openly wonder about my sexual orientation. Ever. Maybe a couple of patrons at The Grill gave us a second look when I kissed him, but that was for the project. I’d practically been auditioning that day. This was just…us. Two guys milling the aisles on a quest for basic crap everyone needs. No agenda. No plan.
There was a time the very notion of anyone suspecting I was different would have freaked me out. Football players weren’t gay. Football players were tough and strong. And they went out with hot babes. Not effeminate guys who wore unicorn shirts and made them push the cart at a crowded store.
Yet here I was. And I liked it. No, I loved it. He made my heart skip a beat, but in a good way.
“I think you should kiss me. A pound of chocolate and a box of licorice candy is worth at least one kiss.”
“Here?” he asked.
“Right here. Right now.”
Mitch smiled and fuck, he looked pretty. He stepped closer and pressed his lips against mine. I snaked my arm around his waist and deepened the connection. It wasn’t an overly passionate kiss, but it felt significant. Kissing for no particular reason was something lovers did all the time; however, I didn’t see many guys locking lips in public. It seemed to take an act of bravery for gay couples to be seen holding hands or showing any affection toward each other. I’d always thought of myself as being tougher than the norm, but I was beginning to realize I had nothing on this guy.
We stepped back and stared at each other for a long moment. I sensed a change in us. A beginning. And yeah, it scared me a little. I felt like I was running onto a field without a helmet and had no idea what I was up against. But damn, it felt good.
Most people described me as a mild-mannered goofball. That was only partially true. My parents were brainiacs, and they had big expectations for my brother and me. I might not be an astrophysicist in the making, but I’d be okay once I figured out what I wanted to do with my life. I’d always been that way. Once something caught my attention, I was all in. That was how football was for me. My game-day mindset was about focus. I tried to keep social interaction to a minimum. I didn’t like to talk too much or overexert myself. Light cardio in the morning, a healthy breakfast, and a day spent watching football highlights and listening to upbeat jams helped me mentally prepare for the game. Usually.
I checked my cell for the umpteenth time before our quarterback revved up for his pre-game rah-rah speech. I spotted Christian pacing next to the lockers, bopping his head manically as he picked up steam. I had a message from my mom letting me know they were in the stands, and one from Nicole, reminding me about another post-game party she was hosting. Damn, that girl had a lot of parties, I mused. How did she get my number? Oh, yeah. I cast an irritated glance at Jonesie stretching his hamstrings a few feet away and was about to put my phone in my bag when a new message lit up my screen.
Our last video turned out amazing. I pieced together fifteen minutes of awesomeness. I’ll send you the link when I get home. Check it out and give me a thumbs up if you’re okay with me posting as is.
I typed a quick response. I’ll come over after my game. We can watch it together.
Ok. I’ll be home after eleven. See you later.
I should have put my cell away then, but I stared at my phone with a stupid smile on my mug, hoping he’d add something more. Was a simple, “Yes, I like you too and I’ve been thinking about sucking your dick all day” too much to ask?
Maybe I should have been alarmed by how often I’d thought about him. Maybe we weren’t boyfriends, but we were something more than we intended. I followed his lead like I said I would, hoping it meant he’d want to continue where we left off. Thankfully, he did.
We used his project as an excuse to get to know each other on and off camera. I’d seen a private side of him he hadn’t intended to show me. He was genuine and sweet. There was something calming and kind in his mannerisms that fascinated me. And something about his body that made me horny twenty-four seven.
I couldn’t help it. I thought about sex constantly. I loved touching him and yeah, I loved his mouth on my dick, but I felt paralyzed by my inexperience sometimes. There were so many more things I wanted to do—like suck him…I just didn’t know how to ask. Every time I thought about it, I ended up jacking off. In fact, I’d jerked off more in the past couple of weeks than I had all summer. No joke. My usual guy-on-girl-on-guy porn didn’t do it for me, though. The thought of cupping Mitch’s ass and grinding my dick against his pelvis was enough to push me over the edge. But I had to keep my overactive libido in check. I had a game to play and a party to avoid before anything else happened.