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

One good thing about my parents is they don’t care if I sleep in on non-school days. So, Shawn and I wake around 8:30 undisturbed thankfully, since we are still wrapped in each other’s arms and naked under the covers and my blanket, which has cum and lube stains on it. 

Shawn kisses me. “Morning, Matt,” he says. “What’s that smell?” I kiss back and say good morning as I sniff the air. “Dad’s coffee. Cinnamon rolls. Bacon,” I reply. “We should put something on and go upstairs. We can shower after breakfast.”

We put on our underwear and I toss Shawn a t-shirt, gym shorts and socks from my chest of drawers. I rummage through the closet and throw the unused extra blanket and pillow on the floor. I pull my blanket off the bed and go into the laundry part of the basement and put it in the washer. As I re-hide the lube, I say to Shawn, “The cover-up is complete.” He laughs as we walk upstairs. 

“Morning, boys,” my dad announces as he puts down the morning paper. “You were rough-housing late. Woke me up once. There’s coffee in the pot, Shawn, if you like. It’s strong. It will put hair on your chest.”

Shawn glances at me and whispers, “How does he know I don’t have hair on my chest?” I sigh, “It’s one of his old-time sayings. Ignore it.” I announce that I’m getting some orange juice and Shawn asks me to pour him some, too. Mom has plates of sweet rolls and bacon laid out on the kitchen table. 

“So, Mr. Wynn,” Shawn starts. “What’s the farm and ranch report for the morning?” I kick him in the shin under the table. 

“Wheat and corn are expected to go down today,” my dad says. “Cattle should keep going up.”

Mom interrupts and asks Shawn if he has Thanksgiving plans and offers that he can join us. Shawn says his host family is preparing a big feast. As we finish breakfast, I remind mom that I work tonight. 

Shawn and I retreat to the basement to shower. “We need another date soon,” Shawn says. I agree. 

At a little before 4, Sebastian and I walk in to Taco Casa at the same time to begin our shift. Brian, the store manager, warns Sebastian that the day has been crazy and the night should be just as bad. People from farms, ranches and small towns throughout the region are in Grand Valley to buy groceries for the holiday and want dinner before they head home. 

Sebastian assigns me to the main cash register. He wants someone there who can deal with large crowds quickly. Grant walks in moments after Sebastian puts the money drawer in my register. Tight jeans, white t-shirt, letterman jacket.  

I smile and say that it’s great to see him. He glances quickly around to see if anyone can overhear and then softly says, “I’ve missed you. I hoped you’d be here so I could tell you that.” He orders and ends with an incredibly sexy smile.

My hormones kick into hyper-drive. Did he really say he misses me?

I think about how much Grant has changed in a month. He’s gone from a homophobic jock using me to get off to the experimentation at his house then to the secretive hookup in the locker room, and now he’s walking into my workplace and saying he misses me. 

The restaurant isn’t busy yet so we chat at the counter. He tells me about football practice that afternoon. I talk about my family’s Thanksgiving plans and inquire of his. He reddens and looks away. 

“Mom is pulling a double shift. Pretty normal for her. She will make holiday overtime, and she says we need the money. I usually go to Reggie’s, but they have a big get-together at a relative’s this year. I’ll throw a frozen dinner in the oven. I don’t really care. It doesn’t bother me,” he says. 

I feel sad thinking of Grant home alone. 

“I want you to join my family,” I tell him. Grant and I argue over my offer. He says he doesn’t want to impose. But I keep pressing and he relents. “I’ll pick you up,” I declare.

Mom is a little bewildered when I tell her. She’s confused by the sudden flurry of new people in my life. The next morning, she and Dad are cooking the turkey and preparing side dishes when she tells me to pick up my grandmother while I get Grant.

It’s freezing outside and there are flurries as I pull up at Grant’s home. He’s dressed to impress — black slacks and a thick tan turtleneck. He smiles and asks me into his house while he finishes getting ready. 

Apparently, that was code for a quick make-out session. I should have known, but I’m still new at all of this. I find myself underneath him on the sofa. The two of us kiss and kiss — a mad flurry of kisses actually. 

“Happy Thanksgiving, Matt,” Grant says as he gives me one last kiss. “That was really nice of you to invite me. I guess we gotta go?” 

I give him another long kiss and say that we do, that we need to pick up my grandmother. I give him the same low-down on my family that I gave Shawn just days earlier. 

My grandmother is waiting in the lobby of the nursing home as the two of us walk in. She struggles to her feet with her cane when Grant rushes over to take her arm. 

“Matthew, who is this strapping young gentleman helping me?” she asks. 

I tell her that his name is Grant Anderson and that he’s a friend from school who is joining us for dinner. “Young Mr. Anderson certainly has a lot of muscles,” she declares with a degree of over-dramatization. I tell her that Grant is on the football team and their top scorer. 

After we get her in the passenger seat, Grant whispers, “I think your grandmother tried to cop a feel.” 

I roll my eyes and say that I don’t believe it. But Grant adds, “I’m serious. She was squeezing my bicep as I helped her to the car.” I smile and say, “Then she has good tastes. They are stunning biceps.” I squeeze one for extra emphasis.

We get to my house. My sister, her husband and my little nephew have arrived. My grandmother demands to go to the kitchen so she can check out the cooking. She approves of the turkey that my mom — her daughter — has in the oven. She also gives a thumbs-up to the green beans cooking in bacon grease with onions. She also likes the carrots.

Then, she sits down at the kitchen table to taste the start of my dad’s cornbread dressing. She makes a disgusted face and declares, “Too much sage!” A fight ensues between her and my father over the appropriate amount of sage. She drags Grant into the quarrel by offering him a spoonful and asking him what he thinks.  

Grant looks at me in terror for advice, but I can only shrug. He tastes it and says, “Grandmothers are always right. Maybe a little less sage.” 

My brother-in-law calls Grant and me into the living room. He graduated 10 years ago from Grant’s high school and now works construction. He peppers Grant with football questions as my nephew scampers across the carpet from my sister’s side and tugs at Grant’s pants. Grant picks him up and plants him in his lap. 

Grant has managed to fit right in with everyone from my grandmother to my baby nephew.  

But now dad is engaged. “You play football? Woo whee! Those cheerleaders! You ever date any of them?”

Grant humors him. “There are some hot girls on the cheerleading squad, Mr. Wynn. I’ve dated a couple.” Dad pushes for more information, but Grant adds, “I don’t kiss and tell, sir.”

My sister, my brother-in-law and I are laughing at the situation. My sister come to Grant’s rescue. “Matt, I don’t think you’ve shown your friend the house. Maybe he’d like to see your room.” 

My sister is super sweet but has no clue about my feelings for guys. I’m not sure what she would think. She’s been like a second mother to me, but I also think she’s a product of our times and surroundings and that she wouldn’t be happy. 

“I’d love to see Matt’s bedroom,” Grant says slyly. “Give me the full tour, Matt.” 

I lead Grant downstairs. This is becoming familiar. It was only a couple days ago Shawn was getting the tour. I shove Grant toward the bed, but he is not easy to shove with his build. “Cheerleaders? Really!” I exclaim. 

Grant pushes me down on the bed and brings himself down on top of me. 

“Hell yeah, I’ve dated cheerleaders,” he says, looking down at me, his breath hot against my neck. 

“I made my way through most of the squad one way or another.” He runs a tongue over my neck. “But here’s the deal. I never felt anything for any of them like how I’ve felt for you when we’ve been together. 

He begins a very deep kiss with me. I moan. I was just teasing Grant, but his answer seems so sincere. I wrap my arms and legs around his body as we make out. Grant asks, “I assume we shouldn’t go further?” 

Grant grinds his hard dick into mine. Both of our dicks painfully are signaling they want freedom. 

I sigh and say: “We can have a little fun,. But no, nothing more here. What about afterward? What if we drop off my grandmother after dinner and I say I’m going to hang out with you for a bit?” 

Grant nuzzles my neck and bites at one of my ear lobes. “That’s a great plan,” he says. 

We keep kissing and groping each other for a half-hour to the sounds of my family making Thanksgiving dinner. We hear the thud of my grandmother’s cane at the top of the landing as she inquires where we are. 

“Let’s get upstairs,” Grant says. “We can’t abandon your grandmother.” 

We join the family to watch some Thanksgiving specials on TV and chat. Dinner is eventually ready. We eat and eat and eat. We usually play games next, and Mom suggests Trivial Pursuit. 

Grant is worried, saying he’s no Trivial Pursuit genius, and asks if we can play as teams. It’s mom and my grandmother, me and Grant, and my sister and her husband as three teams. Dad is reading a western novel in the living room.

I’m great at History and Geography, but I have a bad vulnerability in the Sports category. Tonight, I have Grant to compensate for that.

Grant and I win the game after he answers an obtuse question about Super Bowl II for the final piece of pie. My grandmother says she’s tired and wants to go home. I announce that I’ll drive her and that I’m then going to hang out with Grant. 

Grant was the Thanksgiving hit. He helps my grandmother to her room at the nursing home and places a glass of water on her nightstand. “I like your new friend, Matthew,” my grandmother says. “He is so polite and dashing.” 

He and I barely make it through the front door of his house before we start pulling each other’s clothes off and tossing them to the floor. He takes my face in his hands and begin deeply kissing me. I run my hands over his muscular back and then squeeze his firm ass cheeks. 

“Fuck, I like you, Matt,” Grant says as he reaches down and takes our hard cocks together and strokes them simultaneously. He leads me to his bedroom. 

I didn’t really look around the first time I was here. It’s a sparse room — a couple NFL posters, lots of trophies, some photos of him and his mom, a photo of him and Reggie in their football uniforms. 

He turns the stereo to a classic rock station, and we stretch out on the bed. Grant runs his hand over my chest and plays with my nipples. “What would you like to do, Matt?” he asks as he licks my nipples and caresses the sides of my chest. 

“In the locker room, you brought out a dominant side I didn’t know I had,” I said. “Some day, I’d love to have sex with you while you’re wearing your uniform. But what would I like tonight? Could you fuck me? I’ll fuck you too if you want, but I’d like you inside me.” 

I moan as he swirls his tongue around a nipple and then I add, “I want to have that Grant experience all those cheerleaders had.”

He is nibbling on my other nipple and lightly running his hands up and down my hairless arms. 

“God, now I have to live up to expectations,” Grant says. “My last time was drunk in a bathroom at the quarterback’s house with the girl pressed against the wall and my pants around my ankles. I think we were done in five minutes. I don’t know if that is much of an ‘experience.’”

“When was that?” I ask. 

“A week after what Reggie and I did to you,” he says. “The quarterback threw a party when we returned from the week’s road game. The sex left me depressed. I wasn’t into it. I realized that I needed to see where my deep-down feelings about guys led. That’s when I thought of the deal we had with you.” 

I roll us over and run my tongue up the underside of his dick and kiss the head. “I’m so glad you did,” I reply. I tightened my lips around his cock and vigorously begin sucking him off. Grant arches his back and presses my head down. “Oh, my God,” he screams as I continue to pump his dick into my mouth. 

I stop and run my tongue lightly around the edge of the cock head. Grant is leaking large amounts of pre-cum, and I lick it up. “Anyone ever lick or kiss your feet,” I ask. Grant shakes his head and says he has never had much foreplay with girls other than him getting them in the mood to give him head or have sex. 

I slide down the bed, running my hands across the blond hair that coats his legs until I’m at his feet. I take hold of one foot and bring it to my mouth where I lap my full tongue across the sole. 

Grant moans. I kiss it over and over and then flick my tongue lightly against it striking places on the sole at random. He lets out a slight giggle and twists his body, but lets out a low “mmmm” of contentment as I continue. 

I take the smallest of his toes into my mouth and suck it, moving on to the next and the next until I’m at his largest toe. With it, I replicate a blowjob. His moan is deeper and I look up to see that he’s jerking off while watching me intently suck on his toe. “Oh, Matt, oh,” Grant sighs. 

I let go of the foot and slowly lick and kiss my way up his calves and thighs until my nose is sniffing his nuts. “Would you like me to suck and pull on your balls like I did before,” I ask. 

“Yes!” Grant shouts.

I lick and kiss his nut sac before I suck one of his balls into my mouth. I tug at it a little, still not sure about doing it despite Grant’s request. 

“Both of them. Harder,” Grant says. I suck the second nut into my mouth and proceed to tug them farther from his body. Grant shifts and wraps his legs around me. “Oh, yeah,” he screams. 

I give them another tug with a sharp jerk at the end this time. Grant lets out a long gasp of pleasure as he tightens his legs around me. “Yes! Like that!” 

I alternate between running my tongue around his nuts in my mouth and tugging on them. I’ll have to have him try this on me sometime, but I think the tugging would be painful even though he clearly likes it. 

Grant comes out of his trance and asks me to come up to him. I release his nuts and move up until our faces meet. He begins kissing me and rolls us over until he’s on top. 

“You really want me in you?” he asks. 

“Please fuck me, Grant,” I reply. 

He reaches into his nightstand and produces a new tube of KY. “I bought some lube of my own since you were here last,” he states.

“I never would have ever thought I’d be licking a guy’s asshole before now,” Grant says as he lifts up my legs and plants his face between my cheeks. 

“You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to,” I say. “You can just lube me.” 

Grant shakes his head and says he wants to. 

I’ve only done it to other people. This is the first time someone is rimming my ass. Grant is sending waves of pleasure through my body as he manipulates his tongue around and into my hole. 

He starts away from my hole, slowly making his way there. He takes long, slow licks with his tongue flat against my hole area before alternating between stiff and relaxed licks. He teases me with hot, close breaths when I’m expecting a lick of his tongue.

I cry out. 

“How am I doing,” Grant asks. 

“Extraordinary, awesome!” I say. “You are doing things to me I hadn’t thought of.” 

Grant laughs and says, “I’ve eaten my share of pussy. Some of the techniques translate easily.” 

I reply, “Ahh, so this is part of the Grant experience.” I can’t speak anymore and instead moan as he pushes his tongue back into my hole. 

Grant eventually stops and applies lube. He climbs atop me, I wrap my legs around his thighs, and he pushes his cock into me. He looks down and asks if I’m OK. I nod and we kiss as he begins slow thrusts into my ass. 

“Wow,” Grant says. “This is fucking hot.” 

I run my hands through his hair and then grip his biceps as we make out amid a slow, rhythmic fuck. I tighten my sphincter around Grant’s cock to increase my stimulation. I let out a long moan. 

“Do you like me doing it like this or do you want it rougher and harder?” Grant asks. 

“Like this,” I moan. It’s passionate and sensual. I knead his chest with my hands, while he moves between kissing my lips, licking my ears and nibbling my neck. 

Grant’s slow fuck feels so good and I lose myself in the moment. In due course, Grant brings me back to reality, asking if I’d like to try something different. I say sure. 

He tells me to stand up and that he is going to pick me up and that I should wrap my arms and legs around him. 

I don’t quite understand what we’re going to do, but I follow the instructions. I find myself with my legs encircling Grant’s waist and my arms around his neck and Grant’s arms supporting me from behind. 

He lowers me, and I feel his cock press into my asshole as I sink downward until I’m fully impaled. Grant moves us against a wall for balance and begins thrusting himself upward into me using his powerful legs and hips. 

It must take a lot of strength to fuck me in this position. They are deep, penetrating thrusts. I squeeze my legs tightly around him and scream out. Grant is heavily grunting to make his deep thrusts while holding me. 

“Oh, my God, Grant. Oh, fuck,” I shout. 

Grant’s face is red. His grunts are deepening. “I’m about to cum,” he says. With one last upward thrust, we both scream and I feel warm cum fill my hole and begin to dribble downward 

Grant drops me to the floor and we both fall back onto his bed panting. “Damn, Grant. That… I don’t know how to put into words the way I feel.” We lie there and kiss.

“Want to take a breather and have a beer?” Grant asks as he grabs a towel and wipes the sweat from his chest and lube from his dick. “Then, it’s my turn to get fucked.” 

I interject, “Don’t think for a minute that I can pick you up and do that!” 

Grant laughs and pulls me up from the bed. As he leads me to the kitchen, he says, “There are benefits to sex with a football player. Strength training comes in handy.”

We sit on the sofa naked in the living room having a two bottles of Coors and chat. 

We both wonder where Sebastian stands with plans for the next part of revenge against Chris and his friends. We agree that Chris and Andrew deserve payback and that we should meet up with Sebastian to discuss. 

I ask who the Bison are playing in the championship and where it will be. Grant says the state’s two divisions alternate each year with the east division winner hosting one year and the west division winner hosting the next year. It’s our division’s turn to host in the rotation so the game will be in Grand Valley next Saturday night. 

He said they are playing the team from Smithfield that they defeated in late October, the night he and Reggie tag-teamed me in the Taco Casa bathroom. While the Bison are undefeated, Smithfield’s only loss was that night. He insists that I come and bring friends. Of course, I’ll be there, I say. 

Grant runs his hand over my chest and tells me how cute I am. “It pisses me off that we have to hide,” he says. We finish the beer and head back to his bedroom. The radio station continues to play in the background. 

We lay on the bed in a 69-position with him on top of me. I’m raising myself up to rim him, while he is sucking downward on my dick. 

We both notice differences. For the first time, Grant has taken my whole cock in his mouth without gagging and is rapidly sucking from the base in my pubes to the tip of the head. I, meanwhile, have employed some of the rimming methods he just used on me. 

I stop licking for a minute and say, “Hey, Grant, wow! That feels great.” 

He laughs. “I was hoping I could take you all the way this time. I was determined to do it. You, too! You were great before with my ass, but this is over the top,” he says. 

I reply, “I learned from you.” 

I eventually lube his hole and hand the tube to him to use on my dick. Grant says he wants me to fuck him doggie style and to be rough with him. We get into position, and I plunge my cock hard into his ass like I did in the locker room. 

“Oh, God!” Grant screams and buries his head in his pillow. I ask if he’s OK. He says yes and to fuck him. 

I take hold of his hips and begin deep, hard thrusts into him. We moan and grunt in tandem. Grant’s body is quivering as I keep hitting his prostate. I slow at times to catch my breath and take a moment to stroke his re-hardened cock before returning to the ferocious fucking style that really turns him on. 

Grant gasps loudly and suddenly tightens his asshole around my cock. He spasms and fires off his second load of the night, collapsing down onto his chest as I keep drilling him. I begin shooting deep inside him. 

As the last couple shots of cum begin to fire out of my dick, I feel something grasp one of my ankles tightly. My cum is flying out into the air as I’m somehow pulled out and off of Grant and flung across the room. I remember hitting my shoulder and head on a bookcase. Then, everything goes dark. 

I must have momentarily blacked out. The next thing I remember is the screaming. 

My eyes readjust. Grant is still naked and sitting on his knees at the head of the bed with his fists balled up. At the end of the bed is a visibly angry Reggie and behind him in the doorway is D’Wayne. 

“What the hell is going on here, Grant,” Reggie yells, throwing his jacket to D’Wayne and looking like he wants to fight someone. “Did I really just find this little faggot fucking you? I’m going to tear him apart. What is this shit!”

Grant shouts at me to get over to him immediately. The tone of his voice leaves no doubt that he thinks I’m in danger. I sprint across the room and jump onto the bed. Grant pushes me behind him and grips my hand tightly.   

“What the fuck are you doing here, Reggie?” Grant demands. 

Reggie screams that they were supposed to meet up tonight hours ago and that he came looking for Grant when he didn’t show. He found the front door unlocked and clothes scattered everywhere and then us fucking.

“Ohhhh, this is going to be good,” D’Wayne says. “I wish there was popcorn.” Both Reggie and Grant scream at D’Wayne to leave, but he refuses. “No way. No way am I going to miss this.”

Reggie is seething. “Grant, did this faggot drug you or something? How the hell did he end up with his dick up your ass? I’m going to kill the bitch!” 

You can see the rage in Reggie’s eyes. Grant tightens his hold on my hand. 

“No, he didn’t drug me,” Grant shouts. “He was fucking me because I wanted to be fucked.”

“You?” Reggie shouts, astounded. “You wanted to be someone’s bitch? No fucking way. What did he do to you? Get out of my way! Let me at the piece of shit! He can’t do this to you.”

Grant snarls back. “Reggie! No! I’m dead serious. I wanted it. I’ve also sucked his dick and ate his ass if you really want to know. You are not touching him, at least not without a fight. You might win, but you won’t come out unscathed.” 

Grant turns and kisses me. 

“Jesus Christ, dude!” Reggie yells. “What got you all fucked up in the head? You’ve never been queer. You’ve fucked how many girls? I’ve lost count. And, you’re my teammate. We don’t have sissies on the team.” 

“Sissy?” Grant screams. “You’re calling me a sissy? How dare you! I’ve taken more hits and scored more touchdowns than you. Maybe, you’re the fucking sissy. If me having sex with a guy offends you, fuck off! It’s my business.”

Reggie is shaking his head. “No! No! You are not queer! Stop talking crazy. Do I need to beat this crap out of you?”

“You’re going to beat me?” Grant shouts, as he begins quivering. “You’d actually say that to me when you know what my dad did. Really, Reg? Really? Beat me! Can’t you listen to me! I’m sorry you found out this way. I forgot we were supposed to meet. I’m sorry you walked in on this. I’ve tried to like girls, and I don’t. Please listen. You’re my best friend.” 

Grant struggles not to cry but does. I can’t take it anymore. “Leave us alone, you asshole,” I scream at Reggie.

No one saw coming what happened next. 

D’Wayne slaps his brother hard across the face. Reggie begins to stumble backward, but D’Wayne grabs him by his shirt and strikes him hard again. This time, he lets Reggie tumble across the room, landing on his butt almost in the same spot where I was. 

“Bro!” D’Wayne yells. “I don’t like this anymore than you, but Grant has been our friend since I was in diapers. I thought he was just part of our family. Whatever is going on with him, we should hear him out and support him … even if he likes taking a dick up the ass.”

Reggie gets to his feet and looks like he wants to beat the hell out of everyone in the room. But then the air goes out of him. 

He looks forlornly at Grant — almost like Grant just died. 

“I give up,” he says. He picks up his jacket and turns toward the bedroom door. “I don’t know who you are. I can’t believe I lost my best friend tonight.”

“Stay here,” Grant says to me. He adds, “If this doesn’t go well, run. Run fast and don’t stop.” 

Still naked, he gets off the bed, stops Reggie from leaving and hugs him. 

“Reg, do you remember when we first met at the park and played marbles as our moms watched?” Reggie tries to leave, but Grant keeps hold of him. 

“That was me, Reg. Do you remember when you had trouble in English Lit and I stayed up all night helping you for the test next day?” Reggie sighs and tries again to leave. 

“That was me! Me! Your friend Grant! Do you remember when those four rednecks called you the N word, and you and I took them on knowing we were outnumbered and would get our asses kicked?” 

Reg breaks. He looks Grant in the eyes sadly and says, “Yeah, that was you.”

“Can we all just take a deep breath, Reg?” Grant asks. “Let Matt and me get dressed. We will grab some beer, meet at the embankment and talk. OK?”

Reggie silently, passively nods. The four of us leave Grant’s house and drive to the bend in the river south of town where a lot of high-schoolers hang out at night and on weekends. We find some logs off to one side where no one else is. We sit, and each take a beer. 

Grant talks and talks, often breaking down as he tells Reggie and D’Wayne about his feelings and struggles over the years. Reggie is a little taken aback, particularly when Grant mentions the story of the two of them jerking off together years ago to the Penthouse magazine and how hot he thought it was at the time when Reggie let him finish stroking him off. 

“I forgot that,” Reggie says. “Are you saying I made you gay?” 

Grant looks at Reg intently. “No, you didn’t make me gay. Getting beaten by my dad didn’t make me gay. Nor did liking football. When you looked at that magazine, you saw what you liked. I didn’t. I’ve tried and tried, but it doesn’t feel right. I know that even more now that I’ve been with Matt.” 

Reggie lets out a sigh of exasperation. He says he will try to understand and hugs Grant. “I love you, bro. Always will. But you realize that the team can’t know? Right? They would kill you. Seriously. There are some major homophobes who would want to do that.” 

Grant says he is aware of that. Reggie and D’Wayne agree to keep his secret and protect him the best they can if anything happens. Reggie then glares at me. “If you hurt Grant, I will come for you.” 

I tell him that I would never do that and remind him that life would be rough for me as well if people knew I was gay. “At least Grant has you to protect him. Who do I have?” I ask. 

Grant chimes in, “You have me.” D’Wayne speaks up, “Fuck. I’m always down for a good fight. I have both your backs.”

I turn to Reggie. “I do have one question for you. What was the deal with you and Grant raping me that night?” 

Reggie looks at me in bewilderment. “You wanted that,” he replies. 

“Wanted it?” I ask. “When did I say I wanted rough sex in the bathroom? Do you mean when you had me trapped in there already and I said you could fuck me because you were going to do it anyway?” 

“Dude,” Reggie responds. “I’m not going to risk jail and my scholarship to do that. Grant and I had done a favor for Chris. He asked if we’d like a night of hard sex with this fag — sorry, gay guy — that he knew. He said you’d do whatever we wanted. He told me that you were into rough sex and trash talk. He said you liked to pretend you were being forced into it. He said you hang out at the rest stop down the interstate and that you told him you liked getting used by guys.”

Grant interjects. “Oh, God. This is worse than I thought. Reg, Chris played you and me to torment Matt. All of that crap is a lie. Chris gets off on sadistic shit and used us in a sick game.”

“Mother fucker!” Reggie says, stunned. “I’m sorry, dude. I thought that’s what you wanted. The conversation was between Chris and me. Don’t blame Grant. Blame me. I might not understand why a guy would want to suck dick or get fucked and I really didn’t like walking in on my best friend getting fucked, but I’m not the type of person who would do what I now realize I did to you. I have to own it.”

I kind of feel sorry for Reggie. Who would have thought Chris was so manipulative? 

“I can’t blame you,” I reply. “You were used by Chris. I was used by Chris.”

Grant looks at me. “Matt, I think we have two new members of the revenge team.”