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Yes. I know.
My best advice is to take it slowly. Think things out rationally. No one is pushing you.
I m pushing me.
Why?
I hate pizza! Dylan tried to laugh. I hate the mindless menial work. The fat slobs
flipping their dicks out when I show up at the door. Dylan found Madison trying to hide his
smile. It made Dylan laugh. I swear, Madison, if you knew how many times I ve been
proposition&
I can imagine. Babe, you re stunning.
At the compliment, Dylan s jaw went slack. I must be gay because I want to kiss you for
that wonderful comment.
If you want to kiss a man, then I m afraid you may be gay. Is that such a terrible thing?
I don t know. I ve never kissed a guy, and my only gay experience was a pickle up my
ass.
Madison roared with laughter. Sorry! He held up his hand. I know how badly you feel
about that. Sorry! He tried to contain his hilarity.
Dylan laughed with him. It was funny, wasn t it? It s okay. Believe me, I can see the
humor.
Once he had controlled himself, Madison asked, You mean to tell me, all that time in
football, showering with the guys? You never ?
No. Dylan thought about the gay porn movie he rented. We touched. Me and the guys.
I got lots of slaps to my butt. But nothing went anywhere. No guy knelt in front of me and
flipped my dick out.
I m surprised. A man like you?
Ames, Iowa? Dylan choked. Hello? And I didn t look for it. I dated Bunnie Weaver.
Covering his mouth to hide his grin, Madison chuckled.
Dylan shrugged, Cheerleader.
Ah. Madison nodded. So? What did you think about having something up your ass?
The blush instantly hit Dylan s face.
Madison grinned mischievously. Nice huh?
His cock went rigid in his pants. Dylan moved his hand to cover it. It s hard to say it
was nice. I mean, it wasn t human.
Madison s eyes glanced down quickly at Dylan s lap. No. Human is better. He rubbed
his hand up Dylan s thigh. Much better.
After an audible gulp, Dylan asked, I should do the gay porn, shouldn t I? Go work for
Tartarus?
Again. Only you can decide.
They said I d be gay for pay. But that isn t true. Not if you like doing it with a guy,
right?
Right.
Then how can a guy who doesn t like it do it?
It s one of the great mysteries of the industry. Most men feel it s just a way for gay men
to keep the façade of being heterosexual in case something else comes along to enhance their
careers.
I get that.
Madison cupped Dylan s cheek. Will you label yourself the same way?
No one wants a gay quarterback.
You may be the first. Break ground.
I can t get my foot in the door as it is. You think the Raiders will be offering me a
contract after sucking a guy s cock?
Maybe if you suck the right one.
Huh? Dylan tilted his head.
I m joking. Never mind. Madison shifted on the sofa.
Hang on. Dylan grabbed his arm. If I suck the right cock I can get into pro sports?
I didn t say that.
You implied it.
Dylan, Madison exhaled a deep sigh. Don t look to get on the team that way.
What other choice do I have? I had no idea that was an option.
It may not be. I repeat: I know nothing of pro sports.
Dylan didn t want to let this go. He kept Madison in his spot on the sofa to get him to
clarify it. When is that kind of thing an option? Who does that and gets a job?
Some actors. It s nasty. Don t do it.
Don t do it? Dylan scoffed. All I have to do is suck the right cock and I get a spot on
the team?
Dylan, no. I m telling you do not try it. You have no idea if that business is receptive to
that horrible practice, and I highly do not recommend you try it!
Dylan was floored. Suck cock and get on a pro football team? Is that in the realm of
possibilities?
You guys need anything? Will poked his head in.
Yes. Madison stood. Tell Dylan sucking cock is not the way to get what he wants out
of life.
What? Will laughed uncomfortably.
Dylan thinks if he finds the right man and gave the guy head, he d get his place with the
Raiders. Madison pointed at Dylan accusingly.
And who put that idea into my head? Dylan rose up, confronting him.
Madison! Will shouted in anger. What are you telling the young man?
I gotta figure this out. Dylan started walking to the door.
Wait! Madison grabbed his arm. Get the hell back here.
Dylan spun around to see Madison s furious eyes.
You don t think your head is fucked up enough now, Dylan? Just wait, Madison
warned. If you go searching for the right cock to suck in pro football, I promise you, you ll
either get a belly full of useless spunk, or your ass kicked so hard you ll be in the emergency
room. It s not acting. It s very different.
No. Dylan! Will approached him. Sports is a very macho-man s game. Don t even go
in that direction. You will get burned, and I promise you, you won t make the team.
What choice have I got? Dylan asked. No one wants me now. What have I got to
lose?
Your fucking dignity? Madison roared, Your teeth?
Look. Will tried to calm everyone down. I came in on the tail end of this, but I do
know one thing, Dylan. Think with your head and heart. Not your dick.
No. That s not the problem, Madison countered. He grabbed Dylan with a hand on
each of his biceps, forcing Dylan to look into his face. You came to me for advice.
Dylan gazed into Madison s stern expression.
You came to me because you trusted me and had no one else to confide in.
Swallowing down his nerves, Dylan nodded.
Then trust me now. Dylan, do not I repeat do not go around looking for a man s
cock to suck to make it in football. Promise me.
What the hell good am I then? Fucking delivering pizza?
Go back to Tartarus. Go back and see Eric. He ll take very good care of you. Like a
father.
Father? Dylan denounced. All you older fuckers put me into heat. Father?
Madison gripped Dylan in an embrace; strangling him it was so tight. Kissing his hair and
ear, Madison whispered, Go to Eric. He ll take care of you. I can t, baby. I can t.
Dylan caught Will s wary eye over Madison s shoulder.
Will was not smiling.
Madison kissed Dylan on the forehead and walked him to the front door.
Please heed our advice. Please, Madison begged.
Yes. All right. Dylan lowered his eyelashes shyly.
I m here for you. Dylan, don t hesitate to call.
Giving Will a quick glance as he stood near Madison, Dylan sighed, Sure, whatever.
* * * *
He was exhausted, hungry, and lost.
Coming through the door of his apartment, he showered reluctantly. The scent of
Madison s cologne was wafting up and over him like delicious licks. What good would lusting
after Madison do? Another dead end. Another disappointment.
Scrubbing the pizza smell off his hair and skin, Dylan let out a growl of frustration that
he hoped didn t seep through the walls to his neighbors.
In a pair of shorts, unmotivated for food with two shots of cognac in his belly for
sustenance, Dylan turned on the gay football video again. Yeah, it was due back and it was late.
So what. I ll buy the fucking thing from them.
He flipped out his cock and stared at the DVD. The beginning scene; that hot jock getting
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