With one last stroke, he let out a choked gasp, exploding and shooting his cum up his abs and chest, all the way to his chin. His breathing was heavy, his body shook, and cum slowly began to drip off the side of his torso.
What. The fuck. Just happened?he thought, his chest heaving as he came down down from his orgasm. Did he just fantasize about his best friend while spanking his dick so hard it was raw?
Dean would never let him live it down if he found out, which made him chuckle.
Dean was mega hot and had muscles in all the right places. Colton knew this. But he wondered how a vision of Dean couldmake him come so hard, and so fast? He didn’t know, but damn, did it feel good! It was probably the best orgasm he’d ever had in his life. Top five, for sure.
And, he might just have to do that again. Soon.
***
Colton stood on the field after practice was over, the rest of the team had taken off like their asses were on fire.
He rolled the football in his hands, the textured leather familiar under his fingertips. He loved the shape, the way it felt, the smell of the leather. He had fallen in love with the football the minute he picked one up when he was four years old. For most of his childhood, he slept with his football the way other kids might sleep with a blanket or teddy bear.
He lined up the laces on his fingers, raised his hand, and lightly released the ball ten yards down the field. Dean caught the ball in front of his face with a slight thud, lined up the laces, and tossed it back to Colton.
Having a friendly game of catch at the facility after practice had become one of their favorite pastimes.
They had some of their best conversations throwing the football.
“Dean, are you like, 100% gay?”
Dean smirked and chuckled. “Colton, I am 1,000% gay. Why do you ask?”
Colton shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t know. It just struck me the other day, you’re so masculine and manly. If you’re 100% gay, why aren’t you more effeminate? Or is it something you try to hide?”
Dean tilted his head to the side in thought. “You mean like my dancers or what you see on TV or in the movies?” He tossed the ball back to Colton. “Not every gay man is a stereotype. I mean,sure, I’ll snap my fingers and get sassy from time to time. But I’m certainly not hiding anything. Just call me Popeye, ’cause I yam what I yam. I’m a man who likes fucking men. I’ve never been that effeminate or prissy. Not that there’s anything wrong with guys who are, that’s just not me.” Dean caught the ball with a thud. “Rest assured, you’ll never catch me wearing a pink speedo, dancing on a parade float.” Dean tossed the football back. “There’s more than one way to be gay, you know. Does every straight man act like you?”
“Point taken.” Colton twirled the ball in his hands. “Sorry. I wasn’t trying to offend you. I was just curious.”
Dean smiled. “I’m not offended, but it can get aggravating. People form these opinions in their minds based off some bullshit they see on a news program, or from a gay pride parade. Then they assume all gays act that way. It’s frustrating to be lumped into the same box as every other gay man in the world.”
Colton nodded in agreement. “I can understand that. If people said I was exactly the same as every other running back in the league, I would be pissed!” He smirked, tossing the football underhanded to Dean. “I gotta be honest with you though. When we first started hanging out, I thought you were only trying to get into my pants.”
Dean lifted an incredulous eyebrow. “You little shit! Um, may I remind you,youmessaged me first!” He tossed the ball back to Colton slightly harder.
Colton chuckled with a slight blush. “I know I did. I’m not proud of feeling that way, and I certainly don’t feel that way now. I don’t know why I ever did, to be honest. You never gave me any indication that you were trying to get in my pants.”
Dean snickered. “Don’t get me wrong, you’reallkinds of hot and sexy. And I do find you attractive. But I’m not stupid. You’re straightandengaged. I would be wasting my time. I’m onlygoing to work my magic on guys that I might actually have a chance at sucking their dick.” He waggled his eyebrows.
“You are so fucking stupid.” Colton chuckled as he caught the football. Hearing Dean say that pursuing him would be a ‘waste of time’ made his stomach drop. Not that he wanted Dean to make any advances, but it was nice to hear that Dean actually found him attractive.
Dean sighed, rolled the football in his hand, and tossed it to Colton.
“I meant to tell you. I hope it’s Okay. A reporter asked me why we’re hanging out so much.”
“Oh yeah? What did you say?” Colton lifted an eyebrow.
“I don’t know why they even asked. I mean, celebrities and sports figures hang out all the time. But I was honest. I said you approached me about learning guitar after we filmed the music video, then I asked you to take me through a workout, and then we started hanging out.”
Colton shrugged. “It’s fine. The media are ruthless. All we can do is be honest.”
“I was proud to talk about it. I’m happy to talk to anyone about our friendship. I mean, how cool is it to be able to say I'm friends with Colton fucking Merrick!”
Colton smiled and looked at his feet. That all too familiar stomach-jumping thing that tended to happen when he was around Dean…well, it was happening again. Dean only said something sweet and complimentary, but Colton’s heart skipped a beat. How was he supposed to react? What did all these heart-flipping, stomach-jumping, cheek-warming feelings even mean anyway?
He needed to talk to someone about this. But who? Who could he confide in, when he didn’t even know what the hell was going on?
