Chase is giving me the look again. I can’t really explain it. It’s always while we’re having sex— and maybe when he’s trying to get me hard in the middle of class. I hate how easy it is for him. He always arches his eyebrow a little, and somehow that makes the right side of his mouth twitch ever so slightly.
He’s on top of me, cowboy style, driving his dick into my hole, over and over. It feels so good. “You like that?” he asks, his breathing heavy.
“Fuck yeah.”
“You know, we should probably find a better place than the locker room. What if someone on the football team catches us?”
“They’ll get over it,” I say. “Besides, what are they going to do? Bitch and moan to Coach? It’s not like he doesn’t already know I’m a faggot.”
“The whole school knows,” Chase says, his lube-laden dick sliding effortlessly along my hole. “You okay with that?”
“Guess I kind of have to be,” I say, jacking myself off, pre-cum sliding through my fingers. “I’m the one that outed myself.”
“Yeah, but you — ” he breaths heavier, close to climaxing, “ —aren’t just anyone. People look up to you. Besides that, you could have anyone at Hawksbill High.”
“I guess. I just don’t know if I actually want to BE with anyone here. Everyone knows a little too much now.”
“Which is why — ” he says, taking a breath, “ — you could always take it back. Everyone would believe it was a joke just because you of all people say it was.”
“I don’t think I want to. Oh fuck! I’m so close!”
“Me too. Shoot all over me.”
“I will if you will.”
“Deal.”
We shoot almost at the exact same moment, cum flying everywhere — landing on Chase’s pecs and along his chiseled abs, perfected through hours of ballet rehearsals.
“Dang,” Chase gasps, “Mine got all over you. I’ve never shot that much.”
I run my hand along the puddle of cum resting along my torso. “That’s so hot. How long have you been holding that one in?”
“That’s just it. I shot last night. That’s just from today.”
“Impressive.”
We get up from the floor, grabbing clean white towels to clean ourselves off from what is becoming a weekly occurrence. “Can you imagine what Taylor or Kale would think if they knew what their practice towels were being used for right now?” Chase asks.
“Shit. You know they probably want to do the same thing.”
“No way in hell.”
“Oh yeah. They’ve told me on multiple occasions they’d be open to — experimenting.”
“That’s just locker room talk.”
“See, that’s exactly what I thought, too,” I say, worming into my hoodie and shorts, “But lately, I’ve been getting vibes from not only them but the whole football team.”
Chase slips his t-shirt and jeans back on, craning his neck to see any trace of a joke in my features. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah. I would put money on Taylor and Kale having a threesome with me.”
“Bullshit.”
“Really. They stare at my dick every time we shower.”
Chase shakes his head. “I don’t know. They get more pussy than anyone in this school.”
“Doesn’t mean anything. There are guys married to women who hook up with other guys in this town. Just get on Grindr. There are more than enough discreet married guys trying to get dicked down.”
“Yeah. I have talked to a lot of married guys on there. They never show their face.”
“I have a theory that Principal Hastings is gay — even though he’s married to a woman.”
“You’re probably right. He’s extremely flamboyant. But Taylor and Kale are a stretch.”
“I know I’m right. Look. How about we make this interesting? I’ll make a bet with you.”
Suspicion creeps into his eyes, but he is intrigued. “Okay?”
“I bet you a hundred bucks I can get Taylor and Kale to hook up with me by the end of this week.”
His eyes latch on to mine. “You think so?”
“I know so.”
“Fine. But if I win, you also have to take me out on a date.”
I extend my hand. “Deal.”
As he shakes it, there is a gleam in his eye. “The day you, Jersey Miller, the quarterback of the football team, hook up with two fellow teammates, is the day pigs fly. Prepare to lose.”
“We’ll see about that.”
