Out in the End Zone (Out in College 2)

“Bi,” I whispered.

“Is that so hard to say?”

“Yeah. No. I—could you maybe move your hand? I’m sweating now.”

Mitch pulled back and gave me a thoughtful once-over. “The camera isn’t on us. No one is watching. This is real. If anything else happens between us, you can’t take it back or pretend you didn’t do it.”

“Why would I want to?”

“Because everyone thinks you’re straight, Evan. You don’t want anyone to know what you want.”

“I haven’t lied.”

“But you haven’t told the truth either.”

“Okay, I’m bi. It’s not necessarily a secret. This is just something I don’t know how to be. I tried once and…” I pushed unwanted memories aside and let out an aggravated rush of air. “The truth is…I don’t really care about your project. I have my own shit to do, but the second you told me about this, I jumped at the chance to be close to you. I want you, Mitch. I probably have for a while, but I didn’t know how to read the signs.”

“What signs?” he prodded.

“Sweaty palms, fever, diarrhea…”

He gave a reluctant half laugh and then pursed his lips. “Sounds serious.”

“It is. Now you know my secrets. I’m bi, I like you, and I’m very inexperienced at anything remotely romantic so…I should probably go and—”

“Stay.” Mitch put his hand on my arm.

“And then what?”

“Tell me what you want from me.”

I swallowed hard. “I want to be with you. Talk to you, kiss you…”

“I thought you wanted me to suck your dick?”

I couldn’t tell if he was playing with me now or if he was serious, but I nodded like a puppet and went with honesty. “I do.”

“Then don’t go. Let me see you.”

My fingers shook as I obeyed, fumbling with my belt and undoing my fly before finally unzipping. I pulled my T-shirt over my head, then hooked my thumbs at my waist. His gaze roamed up and down my chest. Some weird part of me wanted to flex my muscles to impress him, but I needed him to direct us. I couldn’t do this on my own.

“Should I…do you want me to take my jeans off?” I croaked.

“Yes,” he replied in a sex-hazed tone.

Thank fuck. My rigid cock sprang forward as I shoved the fabric over my ass and down my legs. I grabbed myself at the base and stroked. I’d never done this in front of another guy. Ever. And apparently I’d been missing out. Mitch’s slack-jawed admiring stare was good for my confidence. The longer I stood jacking myself languidly with my jeans pooled at my ankles, the more sure I felt. This was right and good. But it could be better.

“Come here. Touch me.”

He stepped between my legs and licked his lips hungrily before wrapping his fingers around me. I hissed at the contact. His hand was warm, and his firm grip felt like a velvet glove. When he squeezed my length and swiped his thumb across my slit, I shivered with need. He let go for a moment to free himself from his jeans and toss his T-shirt over his shoulder. Then he flattened his chest against mine and tilted his hips. The immediate zing of pleasure was intense. I glanced down at us in wonder. His cock was beautiful. He was smaller than me, but not by much. And he looked thick too. I reached down without thinking and gripped both of us in one hand.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” he purred, setting his hand over mine.

Good was too weak an adjective. He felt incredible. It wouldn’t take much to come now, I mused as I captured his mouth in a searing kiss. We stood there locked in a passionate tangle, stroking each other as we licked and sucked, only surfacing to gasp for air.

“Oh God, I’m close,” I moaned.

“No. Wait,” he commanded before sinking to his knees.

He looked up at me then and licked his swollen lips before swallowing me whole. He pulled back to lick me from base to tip while he jacked himself with his right hand. Then he twirled his tongue around the wide mushroom head before sucking as much of me as he could at once. My breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t believe this was happening. What had he said earlier? The cheerleader and the football player. It was like a dream come true to have a sexy yell leader sucking my cock, kneading my balls, and brushing his fingers over my hole and—oh fuck.

My orgasm hit me like a bolt of lightning. I pushed at his forehead, but I couldn’t speak to warn him. Mitch didn’t seem to mind, though. He sucked harder, milking me dry before sitting back on his heels just as his release shot into the air. I laughed when he wiped at his chin with the back of his hand.