then looked at Jamie. “Don’t you have like, gaydar or something?”
“No,” Jamie rolled his eyes and grinned. “For the last time, Tucker, I do not have gaydar. It’s not something queers come with installed on their dicks.”
“Damn.” Tucker’s face deadpanned. “Wouldn’t that make it easier, though?”
“God damn,” LeBron nearly lost himself in laughter and pushed Tucker towards the door. “C’mon, fool. Let’s get outta here so Jamie can go have a shower without you inspecting his cock for a radar gun.”
“Tell me it wouldn’t make it easier!”
Jamie watched the two leave, his own laughter echoing in the now empty locker room. The truth was, Kyle Liang was bisexual and had made a pass at Jamie first season, but Jamie had declined. Kyle was cute and all, but not really Jamie’s type. Despite Tucker being way too big, and straight, Jamie liked big dudes. Men with muscle and height and-
“Fuck.” Jamie cursed at his brain for the semi-boner he was now sporting as he undressed. Playing with a bunch of men that could be considered his type was an education in self-discipline and willpower. He’d gone two full seasons without any fuckups, missteps, or anyone filing a complaint with the staff. Jamie was also against ever flirting with a teammate, not that his cock listened.
Which was why he kept the damn thing harnessed, and was yet another reason he was glad for Coach’s rule about the showers. Removing the specialty jockstrap, he glanced in the mirror of his locker door at his pale, bare ass and his half-hard cock. It’d been a while since either one had seen some action. University was supposed to be the fun time of your life. For him, needing to keep a clean and neat reputation (another one of Coach’s rules), had meant lengthy dry spells and staying out of certain clubs.
It was worth it though. Coach said he had a real chance of becoming the first openly gay pro quarterback. Jamie knew the heavy weight of what that could mean to so many others who’d love to play football and be able to love men at the same time.
Shutting the locker door, Jamie exhaled that weight. Another season was over. It’d be next season before he seriously entertained any of those scouts that frequented the field.
LeBron was a shoe-in for a contract. Tucker, well, Jamie hoped those scouts could see what a good team player Tucker was. Jamie didn’t have any lofty ideas that scouts were completely ready to sign on a gay quarterback, despite two gay players already in the NFL, and other sport players coming out recently. The backlash had been there, and Jamie wondered if the world was ready for a gay man who liked to toss footballs.
‘Get it? Balls? A gay man tossing balls?’
Jamie chuckled quietly as Tucker’s voice whispered that horrible joke from first season in his head. Man, that guy was a laugh a minute. And, most of the time, the poor guy was being serious.
Picking up a shampoo bottle and his plastic zipper bag of bathroom crap, Jamie headed into the shower room. Empty stalls were littered with dirty towels to be picked up tomorrow morning when the cleaning crew showed up. Despite being certain he was the last man in, one stall was occupied by the broad, mountainous and tattooed backside of Payton Remy.
Jamie’s cock took immediate notice as his heart lodged into his throat. Damn, the guy was gorgeous. Tall, muscular, and everything Jamie had ever lusted after in a guy. It didn’t help that the guy was also nice, funny, and a whole lot smarter than what folks took him for.
Jamie watched as a line of wet, white suds drizzled down the man’s flexing back, across a tribal tattoo and down between the man’s ass cheeks. Jamie’s throat went dry as his cock swelled and oozed a bead of precum. The slick bead dripped down the back of Jamie’s hard shaft, and an involuntary moan tickled his throat.
The shampoo bottle slipped from Jamie’s slacking grip and bounced loudly off the tile floor.
“No,” Jamie rolled his eyes and grinned. “For the last time, Tucker, I do not have gaydar. It’s not something queers come with installed on their dicks.”
“Damn.” Tucker’s face deadpanned. “Wouldn’t that make it easier, though?”
“God damn,” LeBron nearly lost himself in laughter and pushed Tucker towards the door. “C’mon, fool. Let’s get outta here so Jamie can go have a shower without you inspecting his cock for a radar gun.”
“Tell me it wouldn’t make it easier!”
Jamie watched the two leave, his own laughter echoing in the now empty locker room. The truth was, Kyle Liang was bisexual and had made a pass at Jamie first season, but Jamie had declined. Kyle was cute and all, but not really Jamie’s type. Despite Tucker being way too big, and straight, Jamie liked big dudes. Men with muscle and height and-
“Fuck.” Jamie cursed at his brain for the semi-boner he was now sporting as he undressed. Playing with a bunch of men that could be considered his type was an education in self-discipline and willpower. He’d gone two full seasons without any fuckups, missteps, or anyone filing a complaint with the staff. Jamie was also against ever flirting with a teammate, not that his cock listened.
Which was why he kept the damn thing harnessed, and was yet another reason he was glad for Coach’s rule about the showers. Removing the specialty jockstrap, he glanced in the mirror of his locker door at his pale, bare ass and his half-hard cock. It’d been a while since either one had seen some action. University was supposed to be the fun time of your life. For him, needing to keep a clean and neat reputation (another one of Coach’s rules), had meant lengthy dry spells and staying out of certain clubs.
It was worth it though. Coach said he had a real chance of becoming the first openly gay pro quarterback. Jamie knew the heavy weight of what that could mean to so many others who’d love to play football and be able to love men at the same time.
Shutting the locker door, Jamie exhaled that weight. Another season was over. It’d be next season before he seriously entertained any of those scouts that frequented the field.
LeBron was a shoe-in for a contract. Tucker, well, Jamie hoped those scouts could see what a good team player Tucker was. Jamie didn’t have any lofty ideas that scouts were completely ready to sign on a gay quarterback, despite two gay players already in the NFL, and other sport players coming out recently. The backlash had been there, and Jamie wondered if the world was ready for a gay man who liked to toss footballs.
‘Get it? Balls? A gay man tossing balls?’
Jamie chuckled quietly as Tucker’s voice whispered that horrible joke from first season in his head. Man, that guy was a laugh a minute. And, most of the time, the poor guy was being serious.
Picking up a shampoo bottle and his plastic zipper bag of bathroom crap, Jamie headed into the shower room. Empty stalls were littered with dirty towels to be picked up tomorrow morning when the cleaning crew showed up. Despite being certain he was the last man in, one stall was occupied by the broad, mountainous and tattooed backside of Payton Remy.
Jamie’s cock took immediate notice as his heart lodged into his throat. Damn, the guy was gorgeous. Tall, muscular, and everything Jamie had ever lusted after in a guy. It didn’t help that the guy was also nice, funny, and a whole lot smarter than what folks took him for.
Jamie watched as a line of wet, white suds drizzled down the man’s flexing back, across a tribal tattoo and down between the man’s ass cheeks. Jamie’s throat went dry as his cock swelled and oozed a bead of precum. The slick bead dripped down the back of Jamie’s hard shaft, and an involuntary moan tickled his throat.
The shampoo bottle slipped from Jamie’s slacking grip and bounced loudly off the tile floor.
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