Yeah?
Well, that’s kind of what my life is now like.
I’m watching the rerun of the SportsNation broadcast in the team lounge. The lounge that just a few days ago I had the fucking greatest sex ever. With the baddest girl ever. And the only other bad boy thats ever mattered to me, apparently.
The other players are looking at me as the television goes on and on, zooming in to show my hand on Ethan’s cock. Yeah, they blur that shit out. They can’t show Ethan’s cock on national television.
But they blur it in such a fucking way that literally nothing is left to the imagination.
You can tell exactly how long and how thick that giant fucking cock is of his.
Fucking Christ. I had no idea this was on endless loop until I walked in and sat down with a plate of food.
It’s not like I can get away from it either. This shit is going to be blaring from the corners. People in some small African country without internet are somehow going to fucking find out about this.
“Hey playboy,” DeShawn comes up to me with a fucking grin, “You been holding out on us or what, man?”
Fucking Christ. These guys are going to pound the shit out of me.
They’re going to fucking think I’ve been staring at their cocks in the shower or some shit like that.
I mean, I know I’m not gay. I’m not attracted to these men. I’m like not drooling over DeShawn. It doesn’t matter that I think personally my body is ten times more attractive his. It’s just that I like women.
And men - sometimes.
I had one other experience with a dude back at Ole Miss. But that was after like 24 beers and with another brother in the frat. I never really took that as a sign of anything.
Now these guys are going to hate me.
Yeah, I know what you’re going to say.
I’m going to say ‘I’m Colt fucking Stackford and I can handle anything’ or some shit like that.
Because you're tired by now of what an arrogant fucking prick I am.
Fucking Christ, you’re not going to be far off.
I don’t say anything to DeShawn as he looks at me, and I’m not going to say anything to you either.
Because you’re fucking right. You’re absolutely 100% right.
I deserve whatever is going to happen to me.
What, they’re going to kick the shit out of me. I mean, Ethan’s the one that got the fucking handjob. I’m the one that gave it out.
I’m not ashamed. If given the opportunity I’d do it all over again. It unlocked something in me - something that I think I knew for the longest time - but still something that needed to be let go.
But these guys?
The ones that watch me strut and swagger and preen every fucking day.
The ones that read about how I fuck super models and actresses and see me with a different girl at each fucking event.
They’re going to fucking tear me to shreds.
Starting with DeShawn.
I sigh and get up off the chair that I was sitting on and sigh out loud.