“I gotta take a piss and I’m gonna get something to eat. I’m fucking hungry,” his father said.
Will blinked. The game clock no longer counted down. Halftime.
He gazed around the bleachers which had really cleared out now that everyone was running off to grab a snack or use the restroom. Of course, his dad didn’t think to ask if Will wanted anything.
Just as he was about to turn over his book and try to read despite the wet pages, his attention snagged on a football player nodding along to his coach, who spoke with his hands and seemed to be giving some kind of pep-talk.
His school was up, but only by three points. A lead easily lost.
Number twenty-seven shook his head then the coach slapped him on the back and sauntered off. Twenty-seven, Carson Hills, if Will remembered correctly, set his foot on the bench, then bent forward to fix the laces. The guy was a senior. Quarterback of the football team and dating the lead cheerleader. A total cliché, but he seemed to have it all. His father was some world-renowned plastic surgeon, living in this gigantic mansion on the lake.
Carson switched feet and as he did so, his ass flexed, and Will felt a twitch and thickening between his legs. He knew what it was. Same damn thing happened when Carson’s girlfriend Lacy wore those low-cut shirts that showed off her boobs. Same thing that happened when he looked at those Victoria Secret catalogues that still came for his long-gone mother.
Wasn’t like his dad had any kind of birds and bees talk with him but the kids at school talked about sex enough for him to know exactly what it was. And he’d started jerking off recently, so…
He knew what it was to be turned on.
And Carson’s ass was turning him on.
Wasn’t the first time it had happened when he looked at a guy, either. No, that was a few weeks ago when he’d been watching some movie on TV. The star had stripped down to dive in a pool and as soon as his stomach muscles had been revealed, Will popped a boner. He’d nearly thrown up on his potato chips when he figured out what was happening. Instead, he came up with a bunch of excuses and reasons it was just a one-time thing. The leading actress had just been running around in a bikini. He was tired and not fully paying attention to what he was watching.
Whatever.
But then it’d happened again. And again. And by that third time, Will had admitted to himself what he refused to acknowledge out loud.
Both men and women turned him on.
And wasn’t that just great.
Why him? He had no problem with people being gay or bisexual. Made no difference to him at all. But his dad? God, if he ever found out—
“The fuck you lookin’ at boy?” his dad turned and sidestepped his way down the aisle. His gut nearly took the head off some oblivious spectator a row below.
Shit.
“What? Nothing.” Will straightened, and immediately tore his gaze away from the round male ass fueling his current fantasy.
“You were fucking staring at that guy.” His father’s gaze shifted between the field and Will.
With a roll of his eyes Will said, “You’re crazy.”
This time, the smack to the back of his head nearly knocked him off the bench. “Watch your fucking mouth, kid. I know what I saw.”
The stands were filling once again, so Will stared at his feet. Maybe his dad would lay off if he didn’t react.
“Better not be staring at some fucking guy, boy. Didn’t raise no fucking fag, did I?”
A few gasps came from the surrounding spectators. Will kept his gaze fixed on his worn sneakers as shame burned in his cheeks. “No, sir,” he whispered.
“What?” his dad said, seeming to only get louder. “Can’t hear you. Said I didn’t raise no fag, did I?” He didn’t care one bit that his offensive slur was not only overheard by dozens, but that it cut like a knife into his son’s soul.
“No, sir,” Will said, louder this time. Nothing would be better at that moment than if the bleachers would crumble, sending him crashing to the ground twenty feet below. Probably be the only thing to distract the horrified people wondering how trash like them ended up at this school.
“That’s right.” His father nodded before shoving a handful of nachos into his pie hole. “I find you looking at a dude’s ass again and I’ll show you how we deal with fags in our family. You hear?” he said with his mouth full, crumbs spraying with each word.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Look at her over there. That’s what you should be staring at.”
Will shifted his gaze to the woman his father ogled. She was a brand-new teacher in her early twenties, and she was gorgeous. With those short jean shorts and tight tank top, she did it for him just as much as the football player.