Ryan barely slept that night.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Coach Harlan on his knees, sucking his c**k like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. He could still hear the wet sounds, still feel that warm throat swallowing every drop of his c*m. He woke up hard as steel and angry at himself.
“I’m not f*****g gay,” he muttered while brushing his teeth. “It was just a blowjob. One time. It won’t happen again.”
Ryan arrived at the training room at 5:30 AM with his fists clenched and his mind made up.
He was going to end this. Today. He would tell Coach Harlan that what happened in the locker room was a mistake, that it would never happen again, and that if Coach tried anything else, he would quit the team. He was straight. He had a girlfriend. This sick s**t had to stop.
He push
