Page 5 of Topping the Jock
My personal life was the same. I never stayed with the same guy for more than a month, and despite me being an outgoing extrovert, I preferred to be alone at the end of the day.
Uncatchable both on and off the field.
The only thing in my life I’d ever been fully committed to was football. When I’d lost that, I had lost a piece of myself right along with it.
A messagepingedon my laptop. From Tyler Greenfield.
I smiled at the memory of fucking him after school more times than I could count. We’d been each other’s firsts at a time when he’d been questioning his sexuality, and I’d been trying to come to terms with mine. When I moved to Texas, we lost touch. I hadn’t talked to him in years, even though we’d stayed friends on social media.
Tyler:Heard you’re back in town.
Word traveled fast.
Me:I am.
Tyler:Awesome! We should meet up sometime.
Well, hot damn.I definitely wouldn’t mind tapping his ass again. My cock swelled at the thought. Just as I was typing back a flirty response filled with all kinds of fun ways we could reacquaint ourselves, another message came through.
Tyler:My husband wants to meet you too. He was somewhat of a fanboy of yours back when you played college ball haha
Wait. Husband? Tyler was married? Well, that certainly deflated my hard cock like a pin popping a balloon. I cringed at the analogy.No bursting cocks, please. Unless it’s the fun kind of bursting.
Me:Sure. Sounds good.
That would be one awkward as hell meeting. Did the husband know I used to fuck Tyler and make him come so hard he nearly blacked out? Did he know Tyler used to say things likefuck my slutty holewhile I banged him so hard the lockers shook? Probably not.
Another thought hit me, and I typed back a response.
Me:Not to be weird or anything, but I’m happy for you. I remember how you struggled with things back in school. It’s good to know you’re doing well.
Those “things” being his sexuality. He’d been terrified to come out. And now look at him.
Tyler:Thanks, Monty. That means a lot.
After closing my laptop and getting into bed, I stared up at the ceiling fan, wide-awake. Both Wes and Tyler had changed so much, one married with kids and the other living out his own happily ever after.
Would Blue Harbor bring me happiness too?
I could only hope.
***
Quinn Beck sat in the corner of the café, sipping coffee as he watched the rain hit the window. A laptop sat in front of him, a word document pulled up on the screen. He placed the cup on the table and started to type, his brow furrowing as he concentrated.
I couldn’t believe it was him.
The Quinn Beck I used to know had been scrawny with a head full of messy, sandy-brown hair and round glasses too big for his face. His green eyes had always been wide and innocent, and he’d fumbled over his words.
The man in front of me was a far cry from scrawny with his broad chest and toned arms. He’d switched out round glasses for black-framed square ones, and even though his hair still had that tousled look, it was much more controlled now. The light waves just begged for someone to run their fingers through it and grip it tightly.
I shifted in my seat at the thought of doing exactly that and averted my gaze… but then I looked right back. Unable to take my eyes off him. Talk about a glow-up.
“More coffee?” the waitress asked him.
He blinked and looked up at her. “Huh? Oh. Yes, please.”
I quietly snorted. At leastthathadn’t changed.
