Note: This story contains some light father son action, on the side (not Brandon). So if that’s not your thing, you can wait for the “cleaner” version which is coming shortly.
You would believe what’s been going down in my life.
Me, nobody special. Just another college kid with too much time, too much energy, and too much libido. My life should be boring, right? But lately? Lately, things have been getting real interesting. Like, the kind of interesting that makes you walk around with a smirk and a tender butt, if you know what I mean.
It all started with a teammate, James. Bad breakup. Needed a shoulder cry on. Then things got, well, kind of hot. But before that, there’s the locker room with a bunch of dudes who are all ripped, sweaty, way too comfortable with each other? Yeah, that’s where it began. First, it was Allen. Then James’s invite to hang out. I was surprised, but wasn’t saying no. Then the news about the breakup. Then the ask. Can I do something for him. I’m not gonna say no, you know?
Then, the cold shoulder, until a few weeks later at wrestling practice. We’re off our game, coach teaches us a private lesson. Dude’s got hands, let me tell you. Big, rough, the kind that leave marks if he’s not careful. But that just made it hotter, you know? The risk, the way my heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.
Then there’s Mr. Harrison. Jesus. James’s stepdad. The man’s got this whole dominant thing going on—like, he doesn’t even ask, he just takes. Over to James’s with the guys for some hot tubbing. First chance Mr. Harrison got he cornered me in the kitchen, in the dark. The way he looked at me, like he already knew what I was willing to do. And don’t even get me started on how demanding he was. Not gentle, not slow—just firm, like he’s claiming something that’s already his.
I swear I thought one of the guys were gonna walk in on us. Someone did. Robert, Mr. Harrison’s son, step-son? I don’t know for sure. Then Brent. Guy is big in every way you can imagine—like, six-foot-something, built. Tall, strong, fast, and handsome. We all called him “Horse” for a reason, and let me tell you, the name fits. First time I saw him naked in the showers, I gasped. He’s straight—or at least, that’s the rumor.
But we’re about to find out if you can believe everything you hear.
I’ve got my best friend, and Eric, and the professor, but it’s messy. It’s complicated. Sometimes I wake up and think, What the hell am I doing? But this is different. It’s simple and raw.
And the best part? We’re just getting started. Because the truth is, the party is just getting started. There’s still so much we haven’t done. So much we haven’t even thought of yet.
And the way things are going?
I don’t think any of us are ready to stop.
