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It’s not like Julianna and I kept at it. We lay there for a little bit, kissing and shit, before we realized that we were pretty exposed in all this. With the way things were going with our sex lives, it wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility that some fucker with a camera somewhere had taken a picture of us. I don't even know where or how. But we decided it was probably best to call it a fucking night.
We left the stadium in separate cars. Going to separate beds.
When all my body wanted to do was to be near her. To hold onto her and never let her go.
But it wasn’t just fucking Julianna that I wanted.
I couldn't stop thinking of Ethan.
That fucker who’d been around my whole life. The one who I’d competed with the since we were kids - who always had been trying to steal my thunder. I couldn’t stop thinking of his fucking body.
Of his goddamn cock.
I mean, don't fucking look at me like that, okay?
I’m not fucking gay. I know I’m not gay.
I like fucking women too much. All fucking shapes and sizes. I’m an equal opportunity fuck machine.
I guess equal opportunity even extends to gender too.
I mean, it’s not like I want to jump every fucking guy that I come up to. I’ve seen cocks all my life in the locker room. I bet you were going to think I was going to say ‘the cocker room’ didn’t you?
But that’s not what I was thinking then.
Until Ethan and I took Julianna together.
Fuck, that was so fucking hot. It was so fucking dirty that even now, as I’m exhausted and reaching the side-lines, my cock is fucking twitching as I think of kissing Julianna’s tits and running them all over my face while Ethan rubbed his cock all over her ass cheeks.
Fuck. Now is not the best time.
Especially the way we’ve been playing.
I know what you’re going to say - I’m supposed to be the fucking best, right?
But I can’t be the best if I’m supposed to be constantly on the field. That’s what the defense is for. To keep the other team’s offense from scoring.
But it also gives me a chance to breathe. Sure, if we have a turnover or shut them down, that’s one thing.
But when we keep having to go back on the field over and over again.
When we keep getting called in because the ball turned over too soon, me and my offensive line get fucking exhausted.
It’s one thing if we were going over because our defense was shutting them down.
But we were allowing them to score.
By the time I head back out in the middle of
the third quarter, we’re losing. The Stepbrothers lead us 36 to 7.
I’ve thrown three interceptions because I’ve been worn out by the end of the first Quarter.
Our defense is giving up too much. They’re letting too many things get through.
What the fuck is Ethan thinking?
Why is he playing like shit? I can’t keep doing this without him.
