Coming Out: An after-school job leads to a sexual awakening

I’m riding high Monday, living in the afterglow of a weekend of sex with Sebastian. I see him chatting with his girl friends ahead of our government class and go over to them. 

His friend, Jamie, asks if I enjoyed my boys’ night with Sebastian. I tell her it was awesome — pizza, movies, some good conversation. Jamie smiles. “Sebastian said there was beer and the hot tub, too.” Sebastian smiles coyly at me. I blush and say, “Yeah, and we did that.”

“Are you working tonight?” I ask. Sebastian replies no, that his first shift filling in for Chris is Wednesday and that Margery is covering for Chris tonight. I’m bummed as I’m working tonight and hoped Sebastian would be there. 

When I arrive at Taco Casa to start my shift, I find that Tracy and Amber are equally sad to learn Sebastian isn’t there. With Margery’s no-sense style, Ryan is toned down compared to his behavior when Chris was managing. 

Margery has me on the lead of the food prep line. We work through the dinner rush, and she departs to the back to begin some of the night bookkeeping. I’m alone up front when Grant and Reggie walk in. 

They must have just finished football practice. Reggie is in a grey gym shirt clearly soaked in sweat, while Grant is in a white mid-rift cutoff that exposes his abs and blond treasure trail.  Both are in Roosevelt Bison workout shorts that show off their bulges despite the cold November weather.

Reggie nods at me as Tracy comes up to take their order. My asshole seems to tighten and untighten in memory of taking his huge cock twice. I make their dinners and Amber takes the tray to the counter with their drinks. Amber and Tracy then head in back to clean while I maintain coverage upfront. 

Grant approaches the counter alone and motions to me. 

I go over, and he leans in to remind me that I still owe him a favor from our night of sex in the bathroom — the night I was whored out by Chris. Reggie agreed to use lube during sex with me in exchange for a future favor for both him and Grant. I recently repaid Reggie by getting fucked by him and his younger brother. 

Just when I thought my life was changing for the better after the weekend with Sebastian, I’m brought back to reality. I decide to own it, no more timidity. 

“What do you want to do, Grant?” I ask. “I’m game. Want to fuck me? My ass is ready. I’d love to take your load when you cum. Do you want me to swallow it or do you plan to deposit it in my ass?” 

Grant wasn’t ready for my new assertiveness. He stands in silence for a minute. “Me fucking you is what we will tell Reggie happened, but it’s not what I want. When are you free?” 

I tell him I get off at 8 and can meet then or we can meet tomorrow night. He says he will pick me up at the store at 8:30. He returns to the table and high-fives Reggie, who turns and smiles at me. 

I’m mystified by what Grant means. I call home and tell mom that I’m working later than expected.

I’m waiting outside when Grant returns at 8:30 and tells me to get in his car. Grant, you may remember, is one of those all-American Abercrombie & Fitch-model types — blond hair, blue eyes, well-defined athletic muscular body. 

I ask where we’re going, and Grant says his house. “Cool,” I say and then continue my new assertiveness. I pull his cock out the leg of his shorts, lean over and begin sucking it as he drives. 

“What the fuck?” Grant says. But then he moans and pushes my head down deeper onto his crotch. I suck him furiously as he drives, only to have him pull me off when we near his house. “Wow, you’re a horny little fucker tonight,” Grant says. 

His cock is sticking straight out in the front of his shorts as we walk into his house. It’s small and located in a poorer neighborhood. He says his mom and dad are divorced and that his mom works as a night nurse at the local hospital so we have the place to ourselves. 

I shrug, drop to my knees, pull his shorts down around his ankles and return to sucking his cock. “Damn it,” Grant says. “Will you stop. I haven’t told you what I want. Can you sit down for a minute.”

“Yes, sir!” I say. After kissing the head of his cock, I pull his shorts back up over his hard-on. Grant motions for me to sit on the sofa. He goes to the kitchen, grabs two beers and hands me one. He sits across from me in a chair and downs half his beer quickly. 

“OK. Listen…” he starts. “I don’t want to fuck you. I…” He pauses and chugs more of his beer. “No one will ever believe this so don’t try going around telling anyone afterwards.” He downs the rest of his beer. “I want you… I want you to fuck me.”

My mouth is wide open in astonishment. I take a drink of my beer and say, “What? What do you want?”

“You heard me,” Grant says. “I want you to fuck me.”

I stare at him. “You want me to do what?” I ask. 

Grant slams his fist into the arm of the chair and announces it for a third time. “I want you to put your dick up my ass and fuck me like Reggie fucked you. What don’t you get?”

I continue to stare at him in disbelief. This is a star jock and wants to be fucked? Grant sighs and begins to explain. 

He tells me that he long thought he was aroused by guys but tried to bury those feelings because he has always been the jock. He tells me how he and Reggie have been friends since childhood and once found a Penthouse magazine in the trash that a neighbor had thrown out during the summer before their freshman year. They fought over it before agreeing to look at it together. 

He says that they went to his bedroom, pulled down their pants, laid the magazine between them open to the center spread and began jerking off at the same time. He said he was at first focused on the photo of the naked woman, but soon became fascinated instead by Reggie stroking his huge dick. 

He says the moment overtook him and that he reached over and jerked himself and Reggie off simultaneously. He said it felt so good to play with Reggie’s dick and watch him cum. He said he later began jerking off to thoughts of Reggie fucking him and then other guys fucking him.

It was the only time that he and Reggie jerked off together, but he said Reggie has been suspicious ever since and has kept trying to ensure Grant was a traditional jock who loved to fuck pussy and rage against anyone that seemed gay. 

He said Reggie pushed girls on him. He said he’s acted as tough as possible to impress Reggie. But he said what turns him on are the couple times that Reggie and he fucked girls in the same room because he could imagine being the one getting fucked. He talked of how he watched Reggie fuck me. 

“He’s my best friend, but he’d never understand me liking guys or wanting to do this,” Grant says. “There is no way anyone on the team could imagine a guy wanting to be fucked.”

He adds, “You’re the first chance I’ve ever had to experiment. Chris says you’re gay and Reggie has fucked you so I’m guessing you’d be into it. Reggie saw me face-fuck you as rough as possible so he is not going to suspect. And, no one else will ever believe that I would let some pussy fuck me. It’s too bizarre.” 

I’m bewildered by this turn of events. I’m going to top someone for the first time, and it’s a homophobic jock who is calling me a pussy and recently brutalized my mouth with his cock.

“Let’s do it!” I stand up and strip. My cock stiffens as I drop my briefs to the floor. Grant stares at my dick. I realize he probably didn’t pay it much attention to my size during the night in the bathroom. I might not have Reggie’s massive 9-inch cock, but at 7 1/2 inches, I’m much larger than Grant’s 6 1/2-inch cock. 

“Worried whether my dick is going to fit in your hole, stud?” I ask. Grant blushes and tells me to follow him to his bedroom. “You took Reggie,” he responds. “You can tell me how to take yours.”

Grant strips down. 

His football player build is in full display in front of me. With his short blond hair and piercing steel blue eyes, Grant has a well-defined chest, a literal six-pack and bulging biceps and leg muscles. His forearms and legs are coated in blond hair, and a blond treasure trail runs from his navel to a forest of blond pubes. His cock has softened since the car blowjob. He stands at about 5’11’’ and 170 pounds of pure muscle and little body fat.

Since my bathroom encounter, I’ve learned he is the star wide receiver for Roosevelt. With Reggie being the star running back, they account for the vast majority of the touchdowns on the school’s record season this year. Grant could be a pin-up model of a teen athlete between his good looks and muscular body. 

He’s stroking himself and looking at me in a confused way that basically says he had an idea of what he wanted to do but then didn’t think through how it would happen. 

I move in next to him. I take his hand from his own cock and move it to mine and then wrap my hand around his. I begin stroking him and suggest he do the same. He nods and starts running his tightened hand over my cock. 

The aroma of his sweat from his team workout is strong, I lean in and take a deep breath of it. “God, I love the smell of your sweat,” I say and then remind him of how I licked his pit in the bathroom. 

“You do?” Grant responds. “I understand more than you think. I’ve sniffed Reggie’s jock a couple times after workouts while he’s in the shower. It gets me so horny.”

He raises up an arm. I lean in and take a deep sniff. It smells so masculine, so athletic. I take long licks through the pit and the blond hair that covers it. We let out a deep moan at the same time from my pit licking. 

Grant and I have continued stroking each other’s dicks. I look at him and suggest that he go down on his knees and suck me. Grant scowls at me as if the hetero-athlete in him is re-asserting itself despite where his hand currently is and what he has asked me to do to him  He asks, “You want me to suck your dick?” 

I decide assertiveness has worked well for me tonight so far. 

“You said you wanted to be fucked like Reggie fucked me. You watched. So, you know it’s a package deal. I’m not fucking you unless you show my cock some appreciation. Get down and do it. Or do you have a plan on how to force my dick up your ass?” 

Grant doesn’t say anything. Instead, this hunk of jock drops to his knees and runs his tongue over my dick. “How do I not gag?” he asks. 

I remember back to what Sebastian said to me during my first time with him and tell Grant to just do his best. 

“Don’t ram it in me,” Grant says. He pauses and adds, “Please.” 

I reply, “Oh, you don’t want me to do to you what you did to me? I won’t. I’m nicer than that.”

Grant opens his mouth and presses his lips around my head and begins tentatively moving up and down about half of my shaft. “Lube it with your spit and use some tongue. Think about what you’ve liked about blowjobs,” I tell him. 

He takes my advice, and soon it seems from the slurping sounds and regular momentum that he is not only learning to suck cock but enjoying it. He reaches up and fondles my balls, rolling them in his hand in a way that seems like he has wondered what another guy’s nuts feel like. 

“Oh, God, that feels good, Grant,” I say to him encouragingly. Part of me really wants to grab his hair and pummel his throat with my dick and teach him a lesson. 

I finally decide it’s time to fuck. “Why don’t we get on the bed, Grant,” I say. “Where’s your lube?”

He lifts his mouth from my cock with a startled look. 

“Shit!” he announces. “I don’t have any lube.” 

I shrug and tell him I don’t have any because he never told me before we got to his house what we were doing. He lets out a string of expletives and says he is going to go check his mom’s room. I sit down on the bed as he searches everywhere in her room — her dresser, nightstand  and bathroom. Fortunately, he discovers an old tube of KY and proudly returns looking like he’s scored a touchdown. 

“I found this,” he announces. 

I tell him to lie on his back and that I’ll suck him and lube him at the same time. Grant quickly jumps on the bed. It’s as if he’s waited years for this moment. I look up and down his body, amazed at what I’m about to do. That’s when a thought crosses my mind.

As I position myself between Grant’s legs, I run my hands over his calves and thighs. I ask if he trusts me. Before he can respond, I’ve lifted his legs up and bury my tongue in his ass. 

His tight pink sphincter is nestled in a forest of blond hair. I roll my tongue around and around it. Grant lets out a long, deep moan and clutches the bed spread tightly in his hands. I calculated correctly. No one had ever eaten his ass before. I alternate my licks with stabbing my tongue into the entrance. Grant’s body shivers in ecstasy. 

I stop and run my tongue up to his balls. From our first very rough experience together in the Taco Casa bathroom, I remember how much Grant likes his balls being sucked and played with. I proceed to do so over again as I take some KY and begin fingering his hole and lubricating it. His cock is copiously leaking pre-cum so I grab hold and slurp all the spilt fluid into my mouth

I raise up, look at Grant and ask if he’s ready. 

Grant looks at me nervously. “What do I do?” he asks. “Reggie is huge, and you seemed to take his dick so easily. How did you do it?”

I can’t help but sneer at him. 

“That was the first time I had ever been fucked. I don’t particularly remember Reggie being concerned about whether he hurt me. Why don’t I just thrust my cock deep into you, and you can learn as we go?”

“No, please,” Grant says. “Tell me.”

I really want to get down to the business of fucking this hot jock who is suddenly a bit too whiny. “It’s a good thing for you that I’m not like you and Reggie. I’ll tell you. But, you made me owe you a favor to avoid being fucked raw by Reggie. You’ll have to do something for me if you wants some pointers.”

 “What do you want?” he asks. 

A thought had already come to mind. “Chris is a real son of a bitch. He needs to be taught a lesson. The shit he’s done to me and others isn’t right. I want you to help me.” 

Grant quickly responds, “I don’t give a shit about that loser. He’s a stupid hanger-on. Sure, I’m game. So tell me what I need to do when getting fucked.”

As I stroke his cock, I tell Grant about controlling his breathing and relaxing. I also repeat Reggie’s advice — words that I still am not sure had been meant as advice or a threat or both: Don’t fight it. 

“How do you want to start, Grant?” I ask. He says he wants to be fucked from behind. He rolls over and gets on all fours. 

I’m about to lube my cock when I notice his ass cheeks for the first time. There are long, red scars crisscrossing both of them over and over again. 

“Grant, what happened to you?” I ask. Grant lets out a sigh and rolls back over, signaling I’m in for a long story. 

He tells me how his dad was an alcoholic and beat him, sometimes when Grant did something wrong and other times just because he simply wanted to beat Grant. His father would use whatever was handy — his hand, a belt with a belt buckle, a wood spoon. But the most painful and what left the scars were long switches. Those tore and ripped his skin and made him bleed, he said. 

“That’s so awful,” I say. “How did you endure that?”

He said his mom pretended it didn’t happen and that the one person who cared was Reggie. He said he would hide at Reggie’s house when his dad was drinking and after particularly brutal beatings. He said he would curl up in Reggie’s bed and cry as Reggie comforted him. It was Reggie’s mom who saw the marks one day and called the police, he said. His parents separated when he was 12 and finalized the divorce the next year. 

“You must have been glad to have gotten away from him,” I say. “What an awful man.”

The divorce brought more humiliation, he said. 

The judge had him come to his private chambers and told him to pull his pants down. He said he stood there as the judge, the lawyers, his parents and a social worker examined him and debated whether it was child abuse. 

He remembers his dad telling the judge that Grant was a pussy who couldn’t take a beating and would never be a man. 

Grant says that when they returned to the courtroom, Reggie was sitting in back with his mom and Reggie’s younger brother, D’Wayne. He said Reggie saw he was crying and tried to charge his father. He said Reggie’s mom managed to grab him and sit him back down, but that Reggie kept shouting he was going to kill him. The scene worsened, he said, when his father turned and launched into a racist tirade at Reggie’s mom.

“No one had hold of Lil D, and that kid is bat shit crazy,” Grant continues. “Lil D vaulted over a court bench, sprinted across the room and slammed his fist into my dad’s nuts. After he fell to the floor, Lil D kicked him in face. He landed about a dozen kicks to my father’s head before deputies could pull him away. My father wanted to press charges, but the judge told him that karma is a cruel mistress and only asked Reggie’s mom to take the boys and leave the courtroom.”

I feel so sorry suddenly for Grant. I reach out for his hand, but he yanks it away and rubs his eyes, hoping I haven’t seen the tears welling up. I run my hand, instead, over his closest leg. 

“I’m sorry I asked, Grant,” I tell him. “It’s awful what you went through.”

“I really don’t like to talk about it. Can we please fuck, Matt?” Grant asks. 

It’s the first time he’s used my name. I almost thought he didn’t know it. “Sure, Grant,” I respond. “Let’s do it. We’ll have fun.”

We have both lost our erections during Grant’s retelling of his brutal childhood and the scars on his butt. I rotate around so our bodies are in opposite directions. I begin sucking his dick again, and Grant grasps why I’ve turned the way I have and begins doing the same to me. 

Maybe opening up has helped him. I notice him trying to suck my dick deeper, and he’s licking my thighs and sucking and caressing my balls in the ways I’ve done his. I stop giving him a blowjob for a second so I can tell him that he’s doing an amazing job. He looks at me and smiles. 

“Fuck me, Matt,” he says. 

With him on all fours on the bed, I reapply some of the KY to his asshole and my dick. His asshole seems so tight, and as a first-timer to topping, I’m wondering if I’ll be able to get in. I widen the stance of his muscular legs and press my cock against his sphincter. 

I tell him to take a deep breath and tighten his hole, and then relax it as he breaths out. As he does so, I push my cock head and an inch of my shaft into his body. 

I notice how tight his sphincter is around my dick and how warm his insides are. Grant has let out a loud, football-player type grunt but he is fighting me by tightening his ass muscles. 

“Damn. It hurts,” he says. I tell him to calm down and relax and try to breath normal. I rest there with my cock just inside him as he tries to become more accustomed to it. I push forward another inch. Grant yelps and asks me to stop. “I don’t think I can do this. It hurts so much.” 

I suggest that I pull out and lube him more. He agrees. I take more KY and play with his hole with a couple fingers and my other hand fondles his nuts. I slowly worked and worked his hole and loosen it to the point where I can fit three fingers inside. 

I take hold of his hips and tell him again to breath out. I push into the widened hole until half my cock is in. He takes some deep breaths, but this time, he doesn't complain of pain or wanting me to pull out so I begin. 

“You OK?” I ask. Grant says he is and says he wants to do it. 

I start with a slow, steady pace. I never go deeper than half-way, deciding to let him get comfortable with that. “Oh, my God,” Grant shouts amid moans of ecstasy, “That’s incredible.”

I run one hand up and down his back and then reach under and squeeze and twist one of his nipples. Grant is moaning as waves of pleasure pass through him. I pick up the pace, thrusting in and out faster and faster. He is making a series of short grunts followed by deep moans. 

I pull myself all the way out of his ass, prompting him to ask why I stopped. I laugh. I slowly push my head just into his ass before slowly pull it all the way out again. I do this over and over. His asshole muscles are constantly stretching and loosening and the nerves sending a constant variety of signals. Grant buries his face in his pillow and releases an extremely long moan. 

It’s time to show him the full length of my cock. I pop my cock head back out of his ass. He’s expecting another slow, short entry, but instead I plunge deep into him ending with a powerful thrust that smacks me hard against his ass.

“Jesus Christ! Oh, shit!!” Grant shouts. I slowly withdraw almost all the way, followed by the same fast, deep plunge with a powerful ending thrust. I do this over and over and over.

Grant’s body is quivering. He is literally moaning my name over and over. 

I push him flat down on his chest with his ass still raised upward. I lean over him and drill downward at an angle, knowing that I’m now directly attacking his prostate. He is wreathing and barely able to utter more than labored breaths. I’m so close. I don’t want to cum so I pull out and roll off of him. 

“Why did you stop? I’ve never felt like that. I need you in me,” Grant says, pleadingly. 

“That’s why I stopped, Grant,” I tell him. “I was about to cum. I want more, too, but I need a breather.”

“I want your dick back in me. I need you back in me,” Grant says. He leans in and is nuzzling my neck. His hands for the first time are exploring my body — feeling my chest, playing with my nipples, rubbing my back.

“Do you want a back rub, Matt?” Grant asks as if a light bulb has gone off on something I might want that would ensure another round of fucking. “I’ll give you a back rub if you promise to fuck me more.”

“Grant,” I start. “I will fuck you more. Calm down. But sure, I’d love a massage.”

I roll over on my stomach. Grant straddles my ass. With his powerful football hands, he begins rubbing and kneading my neck and shoulders. He presses his fingers in deeply, manipulating my muscles and loosening them. It feels so incredible. He then works on my whole back. Massaging my muscles up from my ass to my neck before working over my neck and shoulders again. 

“How’s that?” he asks. “We often have sports massages to help us with strains and tension. Do you like it?”

I tell him that I loved it and I’m ready to fuck more. “Yes!” he shouts.

Grant rolls off my back and begins to get in a doggie position again. I tell him no, that we aren’t doing it that way again. I tell him to lie down on his back, that we are doing it missionary style. 

“I want us to look at each other as we fuck,” I announce. 

He looks disappointed. I realize that a rough, hard doggie fuck is exactly what he has found hot when fantasizing of Reggie and sex. “Grant, this will be just as hot and fun. I promise you.”

“Are you sure?” he asks. 

“Yes, I’m sure. Reggie even fucked me this way,” I add. 

“He did?” Grant responds. “So you really did have sex with him and Lil D? Reggie told me that he and Lil D fucked you together as a birthday gift to Lil D. I didn’t believe him. I’d be too scared to let Lil D fuck someone. You’ll have to tell me what that was like. My birthday present to him was a bottle of tequila.”

He leans back and spreads his legs. 

I preferred missionary with Sebastian because we could be more passionate. I think I’ll push that here. And with missionary, I get a full view of this hot teen athlete. I can check out Grant’s strong arms, his bulked-up chest, his defined pecs and that incredible six-pack. 

I ask Grant if he wants more lube, and he says yes. I again work my fingers slowly around his sphincter to open him up. I use the time with my free hand to run over his abs, his trail and his pubes. His cock has remained rock hard and is again dripping pre-cum onto his body. 

I put the lube aside and tell Grant to raise his legs. I lean over his chest and press my cock against his hole and then slowly push into him. His sphincter opens and swallows my cock in. Grant wraps his legs tightly around my waist to the point where I can feel the hair on his calves against my back. He crosses his feet behind me. 

“Fuck me,” he says. 

I pull back toward the entrance, push forward and begin a slow, rhythmic pace of plowing his ass. Grant moans and says, “This feels so good. Your dick feels so good. I’m really glad you agreed to do this. Can you forgive me for being a jerk?” I nod yes. 

Grant has begun running his hands over my arms and through my hair. As I continue to fuck him, I decide to try more. I lean down and kiss him on the lips. I can feel him tense up. It's as if he thought kissing would not be part of sex with a guy, not sure if he wants to kiss a guy. 

He remains frozen and I have second thoughts about the kiss, but then his muscular arms pull my head down and he begins kissing me — first on the lips and then open mouth with our tongues exploring each other. This seems like it lasts for eternity — my slow-paced fuck and our French-kissing. 

I break off the kiss and bring the fuck to a halt. “You’re an amazing kisser, Grant. Want to go harder again?” He nods at me. 

I grab his legs by the ankles and move them up and over his head. As I grip them, I raise up onto my feet from my knees and begin to drill downward hard and fast into Grant’s ass. I feel his toes curl and then see his hands grips the bedspread tightly. He is moaning and moaning. I know I’m once again directly hitting his prostate. I’m sweating intensely. I can’t hold this position and fast pace for as long as we both would like, but I push my limits. 

I let go of his ankles and his legs fall to my sides. I reposition myself so I’m seated upright on my legs. Using my hips alone, I continue with thrusting into Grant. I watch my cock as it pushes in and pulls out of Grant’s pink puckered hole.

I’m realizing that I've taken this hot jock’s virginity. I reach forward and begin stroking his cock as I fuck. “How are you doing?” I ask. Grant is catching his breath from the hard-core drilling and says, “Oh, my God. Fabulous.”

We return to our original missionary position with me over him on my hands and knees and Grant with his legs wrapped around my waist. My fucking, though, is faster this time with deep thrusts that cause him to exhale in series of moans. I grab both of his arms and position them above his head, locking them in one hand. This exposes both of his pits, which I now attack with my tongue. 

Grant wreathes under my dual efforts. I stop licking to tell him I want him to try something. 

“You know how I told you to relax your ass muscles?” I ask. He nods. “Now, I want you to do the opposite. Squeeze them. Squeeze them tight around my cock. As tight as you can.”

Maybe the football team does sphincter exercises because Grant puts my cock in a vice grip with his ass muscles as I fuck him. It floods both of us with waves of ecstasy. “Fuck!” we scream in unison.

I’m getting close, so I take my focus away from his pits. I balance myself on my knees and one arm as I reach down and begin jerking Grant off. 

It doesn’t take long. I didn’t think he could grip my dick tighter in his ass, but he does. He also tightens his legs around my waist and bucks his hips up into me. Massive loads of cum jet out of his dick, flying all over his chest. His body is shaking with each shot. 

I’m about to shoot and ask him where he wants me to do it. “On my chest! I want to see you cum,” he says. 

I pull out and shoot an equally large load onto his chest. We look at each other and smile as we take a deep breath. I’m not letting all that cum go to waste. I lean over him and lick it all up into my mouth. 

“Don’t swallow,” Grant says. “Can I taste it, too?” We lie down, and as we deep kiss, I release part of the mixture of his and my cum into his mouth. 

Grant rolls us over so he’s more on top. He drops his head against my chest and plays with my softening cock. Our legs are intertwined, and I have an arm wrapped around him. 

“God, Matt, that was so hot,” Grant says. “I just wanted my ass fucked when I came to see you at the store. I never thought it would be like this. This was intense ... incredible.”

I run my hand over his back, thinking of a response. “I came tonight thinking you were a jerk. I’m glad to know the real you. I had the best time too.”

Grant is continuing to play with my dick. “Do you think we could do it again? I have to be careful, though. There’s Reggie. He’s my best friend and has been there for me all the time, but he would never understand. And for that matter, there’s the rest of the football team.”

I reply, “We’ll figure something out.”

We lay there for a couple minutes in a post-sex bliss. I tell Grant that I should go, that it’s getting late. He rolls off of me and puts on his football shirt and shorts. He reaches into his gym bag, pulls out his jock and sniffs it. “You said you like the smell of my sweat. It’s not much to give you, but do you want it? It’s pretty pungent.”

I smile and say I’ll add it to my collection. He tosses it to me. I take a smell. They are ripe from days of training without being washed. 

Grant looks at me again. “My ass is really sticky from the lube. I should shower. Do you want to join me?” I laugh and say of course. He takes off the clothes he just put on and leads me to his shower.