by Jon Keys
“It was amazing, and I feel fantastic.”
Sam lay still for a moment before sliding his hand down Gordy’s stomach to find his hard cock. He squeezed it and whispered, “Roll over and I’ll make it even better.”
There was no discussion, and a moment later, Gordy was on his back with his thick cock jutting from his crotch. Sam curled beside him and wrapped his fingers around Gordy’s dick. He stroked it a few times before moving closer, running his tongue up its length, then swirled it around the swollen head. The musky flavor filled Sam’s senses as Gordy leaked out pre-cum.
“Fuck! I’m not gonna last long if you keep that up.”
Sam sank his mouth over Gordy’s cock and pumped it into his throat. Once Gordy was thrashing on the bed from Sam’s oral skills, he reached back and sank his finger deep inside Gordy. Unable to speak, Gordy twisted and groaned as Sam worked to take him closer to the edge. The combination worked its magic, and within a minute, he had Gordy tensing.
“Gonna come!”
To his surprise, Sam found himself eager to take the load. He wrapped his lips around Gordy’s cock and pressed his finger deep inside. He sensed the first convulsion pass through Gordy and his mouth filled with a masculine essence. Sam swallowed again and again as Gordy emptied his balls. Gordy slid his fingers through his hair, but Sam was grateful Gordy didn’t hold his head. The exchange continued for what seemed like several minutes before Gordy collapsed against the bed, gasping. Sam nursed the last drops from Gordy before curling against him. When he exchanged a kiss with Gordy, he grinned at Sam.
“What’s so funny?” Sam asked.
“Your kiss tasted like cum.”
“And you have a problem with that?”
“Not at all. Best protein shake I’ve ever had.”
Sam chuckled and winked at Gordy. “Next time, we’ll see how you like my private mix.”
“I’d like that.” As they exchanged another kiss, Gordy’s phone buzzed, signaling a text message. Gordy frowned. “Who could that be?”
Sam traced a finger along Gordy’s jaw and chuckled. “Look at your phone. You know it’s going to make you crazy until you do.”
Gordy scooted to the side of the bed and grabbed the phone. “What the hell?”
“What?”
“Coach Miller wants to see me.”
Chapter Twenty
Gordy stood outside the coach’s office, wondering what was wrong. Coach Miller didn’t give players a break if they messed up. He hoped this wasn’t one of those times, but he had no idea why the coach asked to meet with him. The only thing he could think of was he and Sam, but they’d been so careful. Gordy had arrived on time to find a note with instruction to wait.
He’d been at Miller’s office for several minutes and the tension wore on his nerves. It didn’t help that Sam had freaked out, too. He hadn’t slept all night because he’d worried about Gordy. He’d tried to calm Sam, but he wasn’t at his best at three a.m. Sam had left at first light and gone back to his dorm room. His pretense was to give Gordy a few hours to relax himself, but Gordy thought it was to keep them from fighting and adding to his tension. Gordy wasn’t sure it had helped, but he didn’t want to waste energy debating about it at this point. Just when his nerves had shredded, the door opened and the head coach walked out.
The head coach stopped and locked gazes with the defensive coach. “This can’t be allowed to happen. I won’t permit that kind of behavior. This university has standards, and we can’t let this happen.”
“I agree, Mark. Keep an eye open for anything. It’s a serious problem. You’re right. We have to deal with the issue as soon as we discover it.”
“It’s outrageous we are still dealing with it. It needed eradicated long ago.” The head coach turned and Gordy wished he could have been anywhere else. After the exchange he’d overheard, he had no doubt why he’d been called in. His secret was out, and he built toward a full panic. He considered running until he collapsed, but that wasn’t an option. He needed his degree and intended to finish. He realized Coach Torres was talking to him.
“Nice job last weekend, Hager. Now, don’t do something stupid to jeopardize everything you’ve worked toward.” The head coach spun on his heel and was halfway down the hall before Gordy collected his thoughts.
“Get in here, Hager.”
He found the coach scowling at him from the open door. Gordy walked past him and sank into the chair opposite his massive desk. Gordy glanced up once, saw the coach’s hard expression and dropped his eyes to his feet. Then it all began with no preamble.
“We have a serious problem, and you know what I’m talking about. Coach Torres and I were discussing your issues. I’ll be honest. Anyone else caught at this and they’d already have been on their way home. But you’re a good team player, so we’re willing to give you a chance to fix it. But I’ll tell you that I had to work hard to keep you on this team. Coach Torres wanted you out.”
Gordy’s throat constricted as the statement washed over him. Maybe I’m wrong? I can’t lose Sam. I can’t. But I have to finish my degree. He moved his head in a weak nod and swallowed without choking. But the words wouldn’t emerge.
Coach stared for a long time before he spoke again. By then, tense knots filled Gordy’s stomach until he came close to puking. “I saw you with that redhaired kid after practice then later in the library.” He stopped and sighed. “Where was your head? What if it’d been someone else to see you? You could have destroyed a potential career. Did you not consider that?”
Gordy squeezed out the words. “No, sir. I didn’t think about it. It just sort of happened.”
Coach’s expression left no room for discussion. “You’ve chosen a twisted and sinful lifestyle. There’s no room on this football team for someone like that. But if you can keep your base desires under control, you can stay. If you return to your unnatural ways, you’ll leave the team. You’ll be done—out of college.”
Gordy blanched. He swallowed hard several times before replying. “But, Coach—”
The coach cut him off with a slash of his hand. “This isn’t a discussion. Break off relations with that boy or you won’t be on this team any longer. If the other players found out, they’d demand you be thrown off the team. Nobody wants to play with a fag. You have a choice, and I hope at this point you understand what the right choice is.”
Stunned, Gordy’s world shattered as his biggest fear unfolded. He glanced at the coach’s hard face and it was obvious he had no choice. Almost unable to walk, Gordy stumbled out the door. He knew what was next. It was time for him to man-up and talk to Sam.
* * * *
Sam glanced up from the book he was reading when he heard a soft knock at his door. One of his suitemates must have let someone into their shared space. He stared at the door for a few seconds, trying to think who it might be. It couldn’t be Gordy. His meeting with Miller had only been going on for a few minutes. Then the knocking started again. He moved into action. He crawled off the bed, took a moment to adjust his clothes then made his way to the door. He was surprised to find Gordy standing there when he opened it.
A smile covered his face at the sight of his boyfriend. “Hey! How are you? What happened to your meeting?” He leaned in to hug Gordy, but Gordy stepped away and Sam filled with dread.
“We need to talk,” Gordy said.
Sam motioned him inside. “Sure. Come in.”
Gordy pulled out the almost-never-used chair and sat on its hard-plastic seat. Sam dropped onto the bed facing him with apprehension growing every second. A glance at Gordy’s face only increased Sam’s growing tension. He waited, trying to give Gordy the time he needed to speak. If it were anyone else sitting across from him, he would have thought they were close to tears.
Gordy scrubbed his hand across his face. His expression was like someone with a death sentence. “I can’t see you anymore.”
Sam came close to hyperventilating, his muscles knotting as he struggled to understa
nd. “Why? Everything seemed to be going great. Why are you breaking up with me?” Sam considered possible reasons before his insecurities crashed over him. He leaned forward and whispered, “Was it something I did?”
The laugh from Gordy was harsh. “You’re an innocent bystander. I messed up. I never should have believed I deserved a normal life, not with how I am.”
Sam scowled for a minute before turning back to Gordy. “You mean about you being gay? Is that what this is all about? I told you it would be fine. We’ve been careful. I get that you have to wait until after you graduate.”
Gordy shook his head, his expression one of complete dejection. “They found out. Coach Miller saw us in the library and after practice that time. He talked Coach Torres out of kicking me off the team, but they don’t want people like me playing college football.”
Anger replaced the dejection the more Sam considered what Gordy was telling him. “You mean like you—a genius and a kick-ass football player? That kind of person? Besides, they can’t do that. It’s against the university’s diversity policy. No way can they kick you off the team for being gay. If they were smart, they’d have the whole university public relations department talking to you and sending out press releases by the boxful. This is insane.”
“Even if it is against policy, the other players would never agree to be on a team with a gay guy.” He looked at Sam and tears were rolling down his face. “He called me a fag, Sam. I don’t know. I’m not strong enough to do this.”
Sam’s head swam as he tried to process what Gordy was telling him, but something didn’t fit. It seemed too easy with the weight of the responsibility against Gordy.
“Okay, something’s wrong here. Wait to decide until we talk about it.”
Gordy lunged to his feet, yelling. “No! Don’t make this even more miserable. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t take it.” Sam sat stunned as Gordy raced from the room.
* * * *
Nate paced the floor while Gordy sat with his head between his hands as dejected as he had been at any point in his life. Sarah stopped pretending she was cooking and settled at the table, watching the interaction between the two of them. Nate spun toward Gordy.
“Miller told you he was throwing you off the team because you’re gay?”
“He never said I was gay, not exactly. He’s seen Sam and I together, like I told you.”
“No way. No fucking way! He can’t do that. We need to talk with Coach Torres. He won’t let Miller get away with it. He’s always been good about diversity issues. I bet he’ll throw Miller out on his ear.”
Gordy’s life had gone to shit, and he didn’t understand how to save any of it. There was no compromise where he didn’t lose something important. He shook himself and tried to focus on Nate’s questions. “Torres won’t do anything. He was coming out of Miller’s office when I got there. From what I overheard, Miller is supposed to deal with me so Torres doesn’t have to. He said I’ve got one chance. Break up with Sam, or I’m off the team and no more scholarship.”
The angry storm on Nate’s face would have had most people afraid for their lives. “That’s bullshit. You’re like their poster child—a top athlete who’s an honor student. This would be a PR disaster for State. There’s no way they would do it.”
“That’s what Sam said, too. Coach said the other players would refuse to play if I stayed.”
Nate started to argue but sank back into his chair. The room became so quiet that their breathing sounded like a roar. Nate and Gordy’s worlds were devastated. Sarah looked at each of them and her scowl worsened.
“Nate? Is that true? Would the other players refuse to play if Gordy was on the team and they knew he was gay?”
Gordy lifted his head, wondering what Nate would say. The longer the silence stretched out, the less hope Gordy had. When Nate began to speak, it was obvious he was uncertain at a level he’d rarely seen from Nate.
“I wish I could say they would be furious that anyone would consider taking Gordy off the team because he’s gay. But the truth is that I’m not sure how they’d respond.”
“How can you not know? Don’t you guys talk about stuff?” Sarah asked.
Nate let out a laugh devoid of humor. “We talk. We talk all the time. But it’s not like I would say ‘hey, Gordy’s gay. That isn’t an issue for anyone, is it?’ That conversation never happened. And college football doesn’t have the best reputation for being accepting.”
She stared at him before shaking her head. “This is all stupid. They can’t do this to Gordy.” She turned to him. “What did Sam say? He knows all the diversity stuff that goes on around this campus. I bet he had ideas.”
“Sam told me it was fixable. Y’all don’t get it. The coaches don’t want me and the other players won’t work with me anymore. No one can help me. The university talking heads might come on television and talk about diversity, but if they won’t let me play, then it will all go away, anyway. There’d be a bunch of photo ops for a month or so, then I’d be cut from the team because my performance wasn’t at the quality it should be to play at this level.”
“Gordy—”
He jerked to his feet, overwhelmed and devastated. “I gotta go. Don’t say anything, okay? I know my responsibility. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. It doesn’t make it any easier. It’s making me feel like crap.”
“I’d feel better if you’d spend the night. I don’t want you to be alone tonight,” Sarah said.
He studied Sarah until he realized what concerned her. His blank expression transformed into more of a scowl. “I’m not going to do something like try to hurt myself.”
“You don’t see a problem, but it’s not three in the morning and you’ve been running bad thoughts through your head all night. For me. Please.”
Nate nodded. “It happened to one of her cousins when we were dating. It was horrible. Do me a favor and spend the night. We promise to feed you lots of your favorites.”
“I’ll warm up the tamales we made—with a fresh batch of salsa verde,” she said.
“Hey, man. You can’t turn that down. You love her tamales. Then tomorrow morning we can go to the gym and work out until you’re a lump of goo. It’ll all be good.”
Gordy threw up his hands in surrender. “Okay! I give up already. But I plan on eating every bite of food in your entire house.”
Sarah beamed before making her way to the fridge for homemade hummus and a bowl of pita chips, all of which she set in front of Gordy.
“Get busy eating. I’ve got plenty more to keep you busy while I get the tamales ready.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Sam spent several hours pacing his room as he tried to bring in all the pieces of this disaster. It’s the twenty-first century. No one’s going to be thrown off a college sports team for being gay. What do I need to do to fix this? Once more, something had happened to screw up his and Gordy’s lives. Well, he wasn’t going to let it pass without putting up one hell of a fight. He’d already learned he was capable of defending himself physically, and he was going to fight for Gordy and he had no intentions of losing. He knew he needed some help on this. He was so furious that someone would do this to Gordy that he couldn’t work out a strategy to knock the damn rust off the gears that made change happen around this place.
He abruptly threw himself onto the bed and lay staring at the ceiling while his mind ran a thousand miles a second. He needed desperately to find a solution, and he couldn’t even find a starting point. But he knew one thing for certain. He wouldn’t lose Gordy, not over this.
“Hey, Red. What’s going on? I ran into one of your roomies and he said you and stud muffin had a fight.” She grinned at Sam. “What did I tell you about fighting with a man who’s almost twice as big as you?”
Sam rocketed off the bed to the sight of Rachel leaning through the door he’d forgot to shut. “Rach! Yes! You’re the one I need. Get your ass in here!” Sam grabbed Rachel by the arm and pulled her onto the bed.
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He paused for a second to try and tame the chaos going on in his head. Once he could focus, he started trying to explain what had happened but it came out as a mass of barely related words.
“Gordy tried to break-up with me, but that shit isn’t happening. They can’t throw him off the team because he’s gay, and I don’t give a shit how pissed off the Neanderthals from the team might be, because a queer is better than they are. It just fuck’n sucks to be them.”
Sam stopped to catch his breath and Rachel slapped a hand over his mouth. “Hang on. Hang on. Gordy’s getting thrown off the football team because he’s gay? They can’t do that! And why’d he break up with you?”
Sam pulled her hands away from his mouth and took up where he left off. “Exactly! The assholes can’t do that! I don’t care what the good ole boy’s club thinks about their precious pointy ball. Apparently, they told him if he’d butch it up and get rid of the gay arm candy”—he glanced at Rachel—“that’d be me—then they’d keep it all hush hush and let him stay on their precious team.”
Now it was Rachel’s turn to pace. “This is not going to happen. No way. They can’t pull this kind of crap on people.” She stopped in mid-stride. “Christina. That’s who we need to talk with. She’s the diversity VP. She’ll boil their butts in hot oil. Oh, it will be impressive. Just wait and see. She’ll chew them up into tiny pieces and spit them out. Those football boys won’t know what hit them. Oh yeah.” Rachel was practically rubbing her hands in glee as she planned the battle. She turned to Sam.
