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Or was it?It was Harrison’s suggestion to kiss a guy,the tiny voice in the back of my head reminds me.

Does this mean I want Harrison more than Daniel?

No, that can’t be right. I barely know Harrison. We’ve only interacted a handful of times. Daniel is my best friend, my partner in crime, the guy I trust with my life. If I’m into dudes, surely he’s the one I’m into, right?

I tuck myself back into my jeans, my mind whirling. Perhaps it was just the taboo thrill of the glory hole that made me imagine things. The anonymity letting my subconscious conjure up the most forbidden scenario possible. That has to be it.

Suddenly, a deep voice from the other side of the stall startles me out of my inner turmoil. “Hey, man, you gonna return the favor or what?”

I pause, blinking in surprise. Oh. Right. It’s only fair, I suppose. I’m not a complete asshole. “Uh, sure.”

I squat down, making sure no part of me other than my sneakers touches the disgusting restroom floor, and open my mouth wide around the hole.

A moment later, a thick, veiny cock slides through and pushes insistently into my mouth. I gag slightly at the intrusion but quickly adjust, hollowing my cheeks.

While I’ve never given a blowjob before, I’ve had plenty and seen even more in porn, so I know what to do.

The man grunts in approval, his hips snapping forward to drive himself deeper down my throat. Tears spring to my eyes as he fucks my face, but I don’t pull away.

As drool dribbles down my chin and my jaw starts to ache, my mind drifts once again. But this time, it’s not Harrison’s face I see. It’s Daniel’s.

I imagine it’s his girthy cock sliding over my tongue. His musky scent filling my nostrils. His big hands fisted in my hair and guiding my movements.

In my fantasy, Daniel praises me, saying what a good boy I am for taking him so well. How hot and tight my throat feels wrapped around him. That he’s going to pump me full of his creamy load as a reward.

I moan wantonly around the anonymous cock, the vibrations making the man curse. He picks up the pace, his heavy balls slapping against the stall wall with each brutal thrust.

I’m achingly hard again, my neglected erection straining against the confines of my jeans. I palm myself roughly, chasing my second orgasm embarrassingly quickly.

“Fuck, gonna cum,” the man grits out.

One, two, three more snaps of his hips, and then he’s shooting down my throat with a guttural groan. I swallow reflexively, picturing Daniel’s face scrunched up in ecstasy as he empties himself into me.

With a shudder, I find my second release, spilling into my boxers. The man slips from my slack mouth and disappears back into his stall without another word.

In the span of fifteen minutes, I’ve gotten off to thoughts of HarrisonandDaniel.

Apparently, I’ve stumbled down a sexuality rabbit hole. And I’m not quite sure I want to climb out.Curiouser and curiouser.

Chapter 23

Head Over Heels

Daniel

Today’s piss-poorattempt at a baseball game can’t just be Charlie’s usual panic about the major leagues.

This is different. More serious. Worse, even.

One glance at the scoreboard tells me everything I need to know: Scarlet Knights, eight. Green Wolves, two. We’re in Piscataway, New Jersey, but it might as well be baseball hell. The Rutgers crowd is going wild, and I’m pretty sure they’re chanting Charlie’s name solely to rub it in.

Charlie glances at me, frowning. I nod reassuringly while the opposing team trots around the bases for the millionth time. His pitches have been all over the place, and as another one flies out of Bainton Field, I know he wants to crawl into a hole and die.

Coach Bryant calls for a timeout and corrals the offensive players onto the mound. We listen as he lays into us, never once singling Charlie out, even though it’s obvious who the weak link is. As we break, I rub Charlie’s shoulder.

“Dude, you’ve got this,” I say.

“I don’t think I do.”

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