Touchdown
I stood under the showerhead, scrubbing my body with soap and water. It seemed like it had been days of me trying to get Santiago’s scent off my skin. His fingerprints and DNA were all over my body. I don’t even know why I was so worried or scared about it. Dakota had given me permission. Yet, for some reason, I felt guilty, I guess. I just didn’t understand why the guilt was eating me up.
I stepped out of the shower and walked into my bedroom naked. Dakota’s presence startled me. I hadn’t expected to see him there. Last we spoke, he said he was in Boston for his next home game. He looked at me, and the glow in his eyes faded.
“Hey,” I uttered.
“Hey,” he mumbled back.
“What are you doing here,” I asked, hoping he didn’t know what I had done.
“I wanted to see you, I guess. I probably should have called,” he said as he took his watch off.
“It’s okay. I saw him. I took your advice,” I partially confessed. It was difficult to say the rest of it.
“I can see it in your eyes,” he informed me as he dropped his pants and pulled his shirt off.
He quickly climbed into my bed and turned his back to me. I followed suit, and before I knew it, we were both lying quietly next to one another, but we were millions of miles apart. The room was dark, and so was our bond. In a matter of minutes, it had all been shattered. I didn’t find it fair, or maybe I just didn’t want to feel bad about my actions.
“Are you mad at me,” I asked.
He blew his breath and answered, “Yes.”
“I don’t understand. I did what you asked me to do. I went and saw him. We talked, and we…we did it, but you said it was okay.”
“Stupid me. I thought you’d go there and figure out you love me, and then you wouldn’t go through with it. I figured I was more than enough for you. Turns out no one ever will be but him.”
“That’s not true. I’m just sorting out my feelings.”
“I had a meeting with the league when I went back to Boston. I had been avoiding it, and I couldn’t put it off any longer. After the season ends, I’m a free agent, which basically means my career is done in the NFL.”
“What,” I sat up in the bed. “How can they do that? They were willing to protect Santiago.”
“Santiago is a star quarterback who makes millions of dollars for them. I’m a rookie who barely has a fan base. I’m done. I did it for love, and I wouldn’t go back and trade it for anything in the world. I followed my heart, and I can never be mad about that.”
“I’m mad! I didn’t want this to happen, Dakota. I want you to play. I want you on the field kicking ass. It’s not fair. You didn’t deserve this.”
He turned over in the bed and finally looked at me and said, “He showed me a picture of you. He was always going to fuck me. I wanted it. I was smitten by his smoldering good looks and charm. He flirted with me and called me out on my sexuality from day one. When I finally agreed to let him get it after I had sucked his dick numerous times, he showed me a picture of you.”
“Santiago?” I already knew the answer, but I asked anyway. He had to say it.
He nodded his head, “The one and only. You were the mysterious guy who pushed his buttons, and he wanted you badly, but you were playing so hard to get. He told me he wanted to fuck me in front of you. I asked him if I could fuck you, and he said, “No, but I’ll let him fuck you.” You were so fucking hot in the picture that I agreed to it. It's stupid to think I made a decision so rash off a picture, but I just knew I’d like you even more in person, and I did. I feel for you hard and fast. You were lighting, striking me at every turn.”
I pondered briefly and then asked, “Why are you telling me this now? All these months and you never said anything.”
“Because all is fair in football and love. I made my decision, and the league made theirs.”
He turned back over in the bed and tossed the covers over his head. He was done talking. There was nothing more to be said. I had to accept what he was saying no matter how much I disagreed with it.
I woke up to the sound of the shower water cutting off. The bathroom door opened, followed by light footsteps into the living area. I exhaled and climbed out of bed. I walked into the living area. Dakota was standing at the stove with a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. He was about to cook breakfast. Water was still dripping from his smooth back. I felt my dick twitch in my tight black briefs. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. I came and stood behind him. I placed my hand on his shoulder blade and let it slide down his back—little goosebumps formed along his spine.
He turned around to face me. His beautiful eyes appeared sad. I wanted to cheer him up and make him feel my affection for him. I placed my hand on his soft, round, pert globes. His cock twitched beneath the towel. I could see a tent slowly forming. He couldn’t resist my advances.
He placed a hand on my back and pulled our bodies close together. Our lips locked in, and we shared a kiss full of passion and desire. He kissed me back with all his power. Our tongues swapped back and forth, darting in and out of each other’s mouths. My cock swelled in my briefs and pressed against his member.
“Your lips taste so good,” I complimented him.
He didn’t say anything. He simply smiled at me. His beauty and passion were enough. They spoke louder than his words ever could. I knew he wanted me, and I wanted him. We would always want each other. From the moment I first saw him in Santiago’s mansion, I wanted him. His energy and personality drew me. His beauty and charm kept me.
I turned him around and had him face the sink. I pulled his towel loose, and it dropped to the floor. He reached back and gave my dick a squeeze through my underwear. I was so hard and worked up for him. His gorgeous backside looked so tempting. I ran my fingers down his crack and pressed against his tight hole. Dakota pushed back, and two of my fingers slipped inside of him. He let out a low moan.
He moaned, “Oh shit.”
I twisted my fingers around in his chute. The muscles in his anus gripped them and pulled them deeper. There was a warmth to his hole that was unmatched. I dug my fingers in and out of him. His cheeks shook like jelly as I worked his hole over. He lifted his leg onto the counter to give me better access. I added a third finger, and his leg shook. I could feel the muscles inside of him relax as I played with him. His tunnel was mine, and I wanted to run my truck through it.
I kneeled down and spread his cheeks. I pressed my lips against his tight ring. I kissed it and then slid my tongue inside of him. He moaned deeply as my tongue worked the inside of his hot box. I wiggled it and let it slide around inside of him. I took my time slurping and feasting on him. He pushed more of his ass into my face. I sucked on his ring tighter and harder. I wanted his hole clean and dripping wet.
Dakota pushed my face away from his ass. He turned around and pushed me against the counter. I pulled my underwear down, and my hard dick stood at attention. I wrapped his loving hands around my pole. He stroked me a few times, causing precum to leak and smear across the head of my cock.
Dakota took my dick into his mouth. His lips felt like heaven. He rolled his tongue along my shaft and then down across my balls. It felt so good. He moved his head up and down my pole faster and faster. I placed my hands on the back of his head and forced him to take every inch down his throat. The muscles in his throat constricted around my member. My balls were pressed against his chin.
I pulled my cock out of his mouth and slapped the side of his face with it. He loved it. Dakota quickly resumed sucking my dick. He was like a greedy little whore. He couldn’t seem to get enough of the taste. I fucked his mouth, pushing my dick deep into the back of his throat. He stood up, and his mouth was dripping with saliva. He looked nasty and good all at the same damn time.
I quickly got behind him. He knew what time it was. He bent over and offered me his sweet ass. I slid my cock across his hole and then slightly pushed against it. The head of my dick slid inside of him. His ass opened, and I sunk into his warm depths. I spanked his ass as I began to fuck him. His boy pussy felt so tight and moist around my long dick.
I quickly began to pound him. His ass cheeks clapped as he let out deep moans. Each time I drove my dick in him, it was better than the previous stroke. He reached back and placed a hand on my cakes. I felt like he was trying to push me deeper into him. I drove my dick deeper. I wanted to fuck him silly.
I pulled out and lifted him. I placed him on the counter. He leaned back, and half his ass hung over the edge. I shoved my dick inside of him and started to wreck his hole. He threw his head back and began to stroke his cock. His hole throbbed and flexed around my long dick. My balls tapped his cheeks. I could feel his hole start to cream as I slowed down and rolled my hips. His balls bounced all across his lower body parts.
I was so deep in his guts. I didn’t want to stop or pull out. His hole felt like a high. I slowed my pace for a few minutes and then started to slam my dick in and out of him. He moaned louder and louder. I fucked him harder and harder. Dakota cried out for more of my dick. I plunged into his tender hole. It was raw, wet, and tight. It was just what I liked. He stroked his perfect cock as I fucked his soul and body.
Dakota got on his knees on the floor. I slid back in him. I drove my hips like a man working a factory line. My dick went deep in his guts—the apartment filled with a loud slapping sound. My thighs and pelvis slapped over and over into his cheeks. He closed his eyes tight and took the dick down I offered him. His pussy had a tight grip on my dick. It was working me and making me feel all sorts of pleasure in my body and cock.
“I’m gonna cum,’’ he announced.
His dick twitched between his legs, and cum dripped from his cock. The sight of his ass bouncing and his cheeks clapping as I fucked him was hot. Sweat poured off my body. His back started to turn red. I slapped his cakes and left a red handprint on him. I could feel the cum rising in me. I pounded him harder and harder. My dick went deeper and deeper inside of him. I pulled out of him and had him get on his knee.
“Fuck,” I exclaimed as I let my nut cover his face.
Dakota licked his lips, tasting some of my cum. He looked fuckin’ hot laying there with his face covered in my spunk. He quietly rolled off away from me and went and got in the shower. I considered following him in and dropping another load inside of him.
I spaced out. My mind went down a rabbit hole. Two NFL players were in love with me and I was struggling with my feelings for them both. The sound of Dakota clearing his voice brought me back to reality. He was dressed and ready for action.
“Going out,” I asked.
“Going home,” he said.
“You just got here last night,” I said. I was completely shocked. He usually stayed longer than a day.
“Naw. I’ve been here for months. The problem is I have been here alone. At some point, I have to realize you’re never coming to the table with me.”
I squinted my eyes and asked, “Are you breaking up with me?”
“You’d have to have been in it for me to break up with you. I’m walking away. I hope he’s worth everything, and I really mean that. I want you to be happy, Tyson.”
“Dakota?” I was left speechless. The only word I could utter was his name.
“It’s better to his way. Always leave the party before they put you out,” he said.
The look on his face broke my entire heart. I felt so bad. It was like I was the worst person in the world. He had done and given up so much for my sake. What was wrong with me?
He walked out of my apartment and my life. It felt surreal. It felt lonely and sad. I was sad and lonely. There was no one to blame but myself.
***
“Truthfully, I didn’t think you guys were end game. Don’t get me wrong, he’s gorgeous. Dakota just didn’t have that fire for life,” Todd explained.
He was trying to cheer me up. It was what your friends did when you got hurt. They shit-talked the other person. Say all the things to make them be the bad guy in hopes that you’d feel better about it all. Normally, I’d applaud such behavior, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t let him bad mouth Dakota.
I blew my breath, “That’s not true, Todd. Dakota has a fire for life. You just never got the chance to really meet him and see him be himself. He’s so authentic and honest. He’s not the villain in this story. I am. I accept that.”
Tao said. “That’s really mature of you, Ty.”
We were all sitting around the table in the restaurant. It had been a week since I’d seen Dakota. It was the longest and hardest week of my life. I’d been watching his games. Offering him my support from afar. He was still doing well. His stock in the league was rising. I just hoped they’d reconsider letting him go at the end of the season.
“Did you know someone created a poll online about you, Dakota, and Santiago,” Tadeo asked.
Shocked, I said, “Get the fuck outta here. Why? What kind of poll?”
He laughed, “The internet still thinks there was something going on between you and Santiago. So, someone asked the world who the right man for you should be. It was a pretty close race.”
Todd smiled, “Don’t leave us in suspense. What were the results?”
“Do you want to know, Ty,” Tadeo asked me.
I thought for a moment. Then I nodded my head. I wanted to know for some twisted reason.
“51 % for Santiago. 49% for Dakota. The world loves a bad boy, it appears. Thank God I’m straight.” Tadeo chuckled at the last part of his sentence.
Jessica and Santiago stepped inside the little restaurant. I smiled on the inside. I had picked this restaurant purposefully. Jessica couldn’t resist coming here. It was like a little tradition she and Santiago had before any of his big home games. They would always end up here. It was here in this same restaurant where he interfered with my conversation with Dakota all those months ago.
Santiago felt me from across the restaurant. His eyes found me. He looked happy to see me. Or maybe he was happy with the memories of finally making me his bottom. It didn’t matter. I had more pressing matters to contend with. I waited for the two of them to be seated.
“Excuse me for a moment,” I said as I stood up.
I briskly walked across the damn near empty establishment. Jessica was deep into a conversation with Santiago. He looked like he was a million miles away from her. For some reason, she looked up and spotted my approach. Her face went flush. My very presence had ruined her day. I’d consider that a win but not a victory. Not yet!
“Tyson,” Santiago called my name just over a whisper.
“What do you want,” she asked.
I ignored her. I put my back towards her. I looked at the quarterback deep into his dark, mysterious eyes. He searched my eyes, looking for a clue about my actions. I hid the answers behind my soul.
I asked him, “Is what you said to me the other night true?”
“Other night,” she asked. “What is he talking about, Hen?”
Panic, fear, and peace, all wrapped in one priceless facial expression, were splattered across his face. He quickly blinked and glanced back and forth between me and her.
“Yes,” he admitted.
Softly, I stated, “If you mean it, say when we aren’t the only ones around. Tell it to me again…Santiago.”
“I…I…,” he breathed. “I love you!” Those three little words rolled off his tongue smoothly and effortlessly. They packed a punch that all three of us felt. They floated like a butterfly and stung like a bitch!
“Only me?”
He looked at her and then back at me. He couldn’t deny it. He had to admit it. It was too great not to admit the truth.
“Yes. Only you!”
I smiled and turned around and faced her. Her eyes filled with water. She was a brave and strong woman because she wasn’t going to let me see her cry. I didn’t need to. That wasn’t my speed. The simplest things can sometimes be the greatest revenge. It was sweet, masterful, elegant, and above all it was manly. A confession that would shatter her world. Retribution for the destruction that is waved on my friendship with Todd.
“Who needs love,” she asked as her voice shook.
“Everyone. I have nothing but pity for you. You chase and try to manipulate and hold on to a man that doesn’t love you. All the while living with the knowledge that one day I could just come in and snap my fingers and he would leave you for me. You could argue that he wouldn’t, but we both know that love is a dangerous drug that makes its victims chase the high forever. Enjoy your lunch!”
I turned and walked away. The victory was mine. The crazy thing is I thought I’d feel so much better afterward. I didn’t. I still felt lost, but I wasn’t going to let anyone know that. I returned back to the table.
“I feel like partying tonight. How about it?”
“Let’s do it. The gang is all single and ready to mingle,” Tao exclaimed.
***
The club was packed with people. Everyone was having a good time, everyone but me. It was starting to bother me that I couldn’t just relax and have fun. I was at a table in the corner all alone. Tao walked over and took a seat at the table.
“You look sad, Ty. I don’t like it,” he said.
“I thought I’d be happy now. I got Jessica for the stunt she pulled, but I’m lost inside of myself,” I told him.
“Because you’re afraid to finally let that last guard down. You’re in love, but you’re scared to admit it because it’s a dude, and there’s all this pressure from polls, friends, the league, and yourself. Just let it all go and only think about what you want. Only you know what’s really in your heart.”
“I don’t. I wish I did. It’s closed, Tao.”
“Closed or blocked? Close your eyes.”
“Close my eyes?”
“Yes. You’re still stuck in your heteronormative ways. It’s okay to love if you want to love. Fuck the world, Tyson. Your heart already knows who it wants. You just have to let your mind listen. Can I tell you a secret?”
“Yes. Always,” I answered with an innocent-looking smile.
“I’m in love with Todd,” he said with a smile so bright it could light the darkest skies.
Shocked, I asked. “What? Since when? I thought you were totally straight. This is so left field.”
He laughed, “You’re one to talk. I thought you were straight. I’ve been in love with him forever, but I always thought you were secretly crushing on him because the two of you are so close. I see now you’re into the sports guys.”
“Are we hopeless?”
“No. Maybe scared. Which is why you should close your damn eyes and let me help you.”
I exhaled and closed my eyes. I couldn’t help but smile. Tao was in love with Todd. I could totally see it happening.
“Now clear your mind. Don’t think about anything. Imagine your life and everything you want. Let that excitement fill you and that pride lead you. Who is the person you want to share all of that with?”
I relaxed my mind and body. My heart and soul started to run free. I felt the weight lift off my heart. “Complicated” by Rihanna started playing in the club. The song helped me see my past, present, and future. Every memory of my time spent with Santiago and Dakota ran through my mind. Between the two of them, I saw what my heart had been dying to tell my mind. I opened my eyes and smiled at Tao.
“Well,” he asked.
“I’m in love with a dude.”
He laughed and said, “Well, the only thing left to do is tell him.”
“There’s one more thing to do first.” My tone was mysterious and playful.
I pulled Tao onto the dance floor. I saw Todd dancing in the sea of people. I pulled Tao over to him and placed his hand in Todd’s hand. They looked at one another and smiled. I whispered my decision in Todd’s ear. He nodded his head! I left out the club. It was time to get what I wanted and be a fuckin’ man about it!
***
He scored the winning touchdown! The crowd went wild. Thousands of screaming fans up on their feet, waving and cheering, made it impossible to hear my thoughts. The team rushed to the field.
“This is a stupid idea,” I thought to myself. “Don’t you chicken out. You have to do it publicly, Tyson.”
I held my sign up in the stands. I could only hope he’d see it. Big, bold letters: I LOVE YOU. He was shaking hands with the team and celebrating when he stopped and looked in my general direction.
He saw the sign. He made his way towards my area. My heart raced. It felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. I wanted the world to know it.
I made my way quickly down the concrete steps. The stadium suddenly grew quiet. The attention was on. I blocked out all their wandering eyes and whispers. All that mattered was us. I made it to the field without anyone stopping me. He took his helmet off. That beautiful face sparked a million emotions in me.
“You’re here,” he said.
“You found me in the crowd,”
“I told you I’d always find you in the crowd.”
“I was scared. I’ve been straight my whole life, and then suddenly I’m not, and suddenly you’re in my life, and it moved fast. It scared me from seeing what I’ve known since I first laid eyes on you.”
“Which was what?”
“I love you, Koda.”
He smiled, ran, and wrapped his arms around me. Our noses touched, and we kissed in the middle of a stadium surrounded by forty thousand people. The stadium lit up with cheers, and fireworks went off overhead. Dakota had won my heart over, and I had finally scored my damn touchdown!
That night on the field, after we declared our love for each other, the league offered Dakota a contract extension for four more years, which he happily accepted. I was finally able to get out of my contract with the New York Giants. I took the fame that came with dating a rising star and launched my own art gallery. Dakota was and continues to be a supportive and loving boyfriend.
One year after that night, Dakota and I were attending the Met Gala. I was standing by myself when I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I felt a rush of familiar warmth run through my body. I knew that touch and the warmth from anywhere. I turned around, and he greeted me with a warm smile and his cool demeanor. It was like the music gods knew he was back in orbit because “Primetime” by Janelle Monáe began to play. Why the hell did they have to play that sexy ass song?
“Santiago,” I smiled and hugged him with every part of me.
“It’s been a while,’ he said as he returned the hug with the same level of energy. “You look good, Tyson.”
“So do you,” I said as I pulled back from his warm embrace.
I couldn’t get over how amazing he looked. He seemed ever more confident than I remembered him to be. We took a moment to just stare into each other’s eyes. The old flame still burned just a bit underneath it all.
We felt something that was hard to escape. Our bodies began to sway to the beat of the music. Before I realized it, we were dancing this slow little dance that was both intimate and friendly. In a room full of people, and it suddenly felt like we were the only two people in the world. The scent of him made things come alive that I thought were long gone. That was the effect of Santiago. I pushed away. I couldn’t go down the rabbit hole with him. I had made my choice. Dakota was the perfect guy for me.
“Why are you staring at me like that,” I asked with a shy smile.
“Why are you staring at me like that,” he answered a question with a question but with a shy blush.
“Are you blushing, Hen,” I mocked him as only I could do.
“Don’t call me that. You know my name, Ty.” He smiled. “You always push me.”
“Santi,” I whispered. “You always let me.
“I wish I knew how to stop. Is he treating you good?”
“Yes. He’s a good guy. Is she still around?”
“No,” he laughed. “After you pulled that “I love you” out of me, she left me.”
“You’re welcome,” I said arrogantly.
“I should thank you for that,” he asked as he ran his fingers through his hair.
“Yes, you should,” I answered. “She wasn’t the one for you.”
He licked his lips, “I really should thank you. You not picking me made me search myself and get it together. I dated this basketball player for a minute. Two bad boys just being bad together doing wild shit.”
“Sounds like a lot of growth.” I shook my head slowly from side to side. He knew I was joking around, but his eyes were serious.
“It was in a lot of ways. It made me realize some deeper things within myself. I’m retiring at the end of the season. I’m gonna come out and really try to make a difference in young queer youth that play sports. I wanna be a role model.”
“Wow,” I began. “Santi, I’m proud of you. That’s amazing to hear.”
“I also realized that I didn’t put up enough of a fight for you. No one will ever be the right one for me. No one but you, and I think you know it deep down inside. I’m gonna always be your bad boy. So, what do you say we get out of here?”
He held his hand out for me to take. I felt my heart race. I couldn’t believe a year later, he still wanted me, and the scariest part was that somewhere deep down inside, I was contemplating taking his hand.
“Tyson,” Dakota called my name. “Let’s go.”
“Ty, let me tell you how I changed,” Santiago said with those smoldering eyes.
Love is an incredible thing. I thought I had to pick the first guy who turned me out. Turns out I didn’t have to do that. I found that with love, you give it to the one who makes your heart go beep. That’s usually the one your soul is crying out for.
I turned and looked at Dakota. He was standing there with his hand out for me to take. Both of them had something that the other one didn’t. Why the fuck does one person make a choice all the time between two heartthrobs? Why couldn’t we all just be three heartthrobs who throbbed together? So, whose heart do I break today? No one that’s who. I extended my hand out to Santiago, and then I extended my hand out to Dakota. They stared at my hand and then into my eyes. A choice was made on my part, and then they made their choice. The choice they made…
...Fade to black!
THE END
© Grayson Rose 2025. All rights reserved.
*** Santiago, Tyson, and Dakota will return later this year in “Basketball Ass"***
