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It happened a few weeks ago, and I hadn’t even told Luke about it. He was my friend, and I was sure he’d be willing to take my secret to the grave, but every time I almost told him, I clammed up.

Luke leaned in to whisper near my ear as we made our way into the locker room. “All I know is that my friend Kayla hooked up with Gray Gilman once, and the article he wrote about her yoga club wasverypraising.”

“Maybe I should fuck him, then,” I said. “Stuff my cock in him. Give it to him so good that he can’t help but write a glowing article about me.”

God.

My cock got hard before my brain could catch up.

I wasn’t usually the kind of guy to get turned on by straight men, but…

Talking about railing Gray Gilman’s ass and wiping thatI’m-better-than-youlook off of his face?

That felt good.

I might not have good grades, but I couldslamhim right up against a fucking wall.

Maybe he’d even fight back and try to fuck me instead.

Would be a win-win for me, prick.

Luke was laughing at what I’d said, because he always thought it was hilarious when I joked about gay stuff.

“Doit, Andrew. Straight guys always want to get railed by a jock at leastonceduring college, don’t they? Especially smart ones like him.”

I gave Luke a little shove, then headed off to the showers.

The loss was still getting to me.

I turned the shower on hot, letting it spray over my skin, like I needed to wash myself clean of the stench of failure.

You’re our golden ticket, Peachel.

Coach Ennick had told me that at least three times already, and our season only started last week.

Coach was so hell-bent on the article getting published. He was tired of the Tempests being overshadowed by the hockey team, and he wanted any scrap of attention he could get. He said I was the best wide receiver the TNU Tempests had ever had… and now I felt like I had to live up to that praise.

Along with Luke, I was supposed to be the reason the Tempests would finally go from an average college team to one that people paid attention to, on a national scale.

A lot riding on my shoulders.

What I needed was to blow off steam.

I needed to hook up with someone tonight.

After all, I said I was only good at one thing, and it was football…

But I was good at two things.

The other one wasthinking with my dick.

“Peachel!” one of our linebackers said as I was finishing getting dressed. “Bar time. Let’s go.”

“I was just going to head home.”

“No you’re not,” Luke called from behind him, appearing at the edge of my locker. “If you go home, you’re going to drinkthere, and wallow about losing the game.”

“I hate it when you’re right.”