In a quick, sudden move, Greg turned toward Dean…
“So, Dean,” he said with an evil grin. “Colton tells us that you’re an absolute fuck machine!”
***
Colton
“Oh my God!” Colton gulped and muttered under his breath, mortified, as he turned his head from the conversation.
He had told Bryce and Greg about some of their sexual escapades; including how fun and absolutely carnal sex was with Dean. He hoped Dean wasn’t angry or embarrassed.
Dean looked as if he was caught a little off guard, but he seemed to reset and smiled with a wink. “Well, anything worth doing is worth doing well.” He rubbed Colton’s lower back in reassurance, and Colton released a sigh of relief. “Besides, we are always trying to break our record for the most times in one day. What are we up to now, Colton?”
Colton cut his eyes at Dean. He knew he was enjoying this, giving Colton a hard time, making him squirm.
Colton timidly smiled, his cheeks must be bright red from this embarrassing conversation. “Five.”
“Five times in one day!” Greg exclaimed as he fist-bumped Dean. “Man! I wish my wife would do that!”
“I’m surprised you can walk after that.” Bryce laughed.
Dean grinned. “No pain, no gain, baby!”
Greg howled and slapped Dean on his back. “I fucking love this guy!”
Colton wanted to crawl under the floor. He was so embarrassed by this discussion, and the fact that Dean now knew he’d been telling Greg and Bryce about their fuck sessions.
But Dean was gracious and smiled, answering Greg and Bryce’s never-ending questions about gay sex, keeping the dialogue moving. He looked over at Colton and gave him a little wink of encouragement.
“Seriously though, aren’t you sore afterwards?” Greg asked.
“Well, I’m not exactly small.” Dean smiled proudly. “So, yeah, Colton walks a little funny afterward. But I never fuck him before a game.”
Colton huffed and gently shoved Dean in the shoulder, but he couldn’t hide his smile.
“Do you flip a coin to decide who gets fucked? Or do you wrestle and the winner gets to fuck the loser?” Bryce seemed more intrigued than one might expect.
Dean barked out a laugh. “No, it’s just who’s in the mood. And sometimes we take turns, it’s called ‘flip-fucking’.” He winked.
“How do you figure out the best positions?” Bryce asked.
“Yeah. What’s your favorite position? Doggie style, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, missionary?” Greg seconded the question.
Both Dean and Colton quirked an eyebrow. They both seemed strangely interested in the whole thing. And Colton was beet red, staring at his shoes. Dean laughed and shook his head.
Thankfully, the man-on-man fuck inquisition came to an end, and Greg and Bryce said their goodbyes.
Colton took Dean by the hand. The facility was empty, everyone gone for the day. They strolled down hallways, through training rooms, and back out to the practice field…talking, laughing, holding hands, occasionally stopping for a kiss against a wall or doorway.
It was funny, the one public place where they were completely comfortable holding hands, embracing, and kissing, was an NFL training facility.
Dean turned to Colton and squeezed his hand with a smile. “You made me very happy today.”
Colton smiled, gently kissed his hand, then dropped his head.
“I’m sorry about that whole thing earlier.” Colton sighed. “I had no idea Greg would bring that up. Are you mad that I told them about our sexual adventures?”
Dean smiled and slightly blushed. He puffed out his chest with a big grin. “Of course not! Makes me feel like a prize bull. I’m happy you think it was hot enough to tell them! I’m proud of my ability to fuck your brains out.”
