You’ll find early access to future chapters, new stories and more on my <a href=”https://www.patreon.com/MattVane” target=”_blank”>Patreon</a>. Our bodies began a conversation whose language was intuitive, instinctive, yet cautious.Every touch meant something. Gay sex People talked about him with a mixture of admiration and envy. There was a need for closeness that had long been denied.With time, the tension grew—slowly at first, then intensely, until it finally took on a form that could not be stopped.I closed my eyes. Hunger. He was the captain of the football team. My body was a way to control the chaos. Every movement—sliding the fabric off, stepping barefoot on the cool tiles—sounded louder in this intimate space, as if the walls were remembering every detail.He didn’t look away when I stepped under the stream of water next to him. I saw Noah looking at them, I saw his excitement.I saw him run from the field toward the locker room. I undressed in silence. they wouldn’t understand.”I looked at him, then stood up.“I won’t tell anyone. I swallowed everything.There was no coercion, only consent. When I exercised, I felt in control. his eyes said more than anyone wanted to hear.That day was game day.I sat in the stands, pretending I was only there to cheer.
