Being gay and in love with the most sought-after college quarterback did nothing for Hiro Aoki’s heart except make it break every time he saw Christian Hill parading around town with pretty girls on his arm. Christian also dated debutants and got invited to the most popular parties, while Hiro and his friends stayed home on weekends studying and trying to improve their GPA. What good did it do Hiro to be smart when the love of his life didn’t return his feelings?
But to Hiro’s surprise, when he agrees to tutor Christian in math, he realizes the football star may be harboring a secret longing for him also. Can the two young men actually become lovers and keep their growing relationship a secret from their families, the rest of the students, and the bullies on the football team?
…Several cars drove up and parked near them. Hiro frowned. Jocks. Football players from Ridgefield University started climbing out of their rides and encroaching on their little plot of beach. The big lummoxes started horsing around, kicking up sand and generally making a nuisance of themselves. Redondo Beach was known as the Mecca for athletes. Numerous competitions were held there including the Super Bowl 10-K Run. If they got tired of lounging around the beach they could ride bikes, play volleyball or jog.
Gerald gathered his schoolbooks and tablets and tried to protect them. “Shit, what a way to ruin a day.”
Two of the big dummies started tossing a football back and forth, ignoring them sitting there. He and the others were used to this type of treatment from Michael and the others on the team. The jocks considered them geeks and dweebs just because they were smart and on the student council.
“Dream Girl” continued to play. A black SUV appeared.
Hiro recognized the driver. Christian Hill, the quarterback, stepped out the door looking like a Greek god. The warm sunlight reflected on his golden hair. Hiro’s gaze dipped lower. Christian had stuffed all those hunky muscles into a yellow and white sleeveless athletic shirt and matching shorts that hung precariously low on his hips. Hiro shivered from desire. Dreamboat walking.
“Go long,” Tristan Morrisant, one of the tight ends, shouted.
Christian dropped his beach towel and ran for the ball.
“Look out. He’s coming our way,” Ken shouted, hopping to his feet.
Hiro kept his eyes on the ball, trying to telepathically put it into Christian’s hands.
“Hiro, watch out!”
“Huh?” By the time Hiro stopped fantasizing he saw Christian fall. Down, down, down he went in slow motion. He came down too fast for Hiro to react. “Oof.” Christian’s face was in his crotch. Shit. It would be too much to ask that Christian not notice his erection.
Christian lay there for a couple of seconds before he moved. Instead of just lifting his head, he sort of turned over and lay there recovering. “I slipped on my sandals,” he said to his friends, who ran over to check on him.
Hiro groaned from the extra weight on him. “Ouch!” He caught a charley horse in one of his legs.
Christian talked to him. “Sorry, little dude.”
Hiro looked down into two lipid pools of blue that reminded him of the ocean. “It’s okay.” Christian Hill spoke to me.
Tristan helped Christian to his feet. “Are you okay, man?”
“Yeah,” Christian said. “I landed on something soft.” He never looked back.
Hiro stretched out his legs, groaned and tried to get the circulation going while the dumb jocks went off to play ball. His cock still smarted from having Christian’s face planted on it.
Ken looked down at him. “Are you okay, Mr. President?”
“Yes,” Hiro answered. “He has a hard head.”
Ken reached to help him up.
“Ouch, I ache like a puppy,” Hiro whined.
Ken smirked. “That’s the closest you’ll ever come to getting him to fuck you.”
Hiro grimaced as both Ken and Gerald chuckled. A one-sided love is the worst kind…