1. Once a Nerd Ch. 11


    Date: 8/27/2024, Categories: Gay Male, Author: byhardwoodstudios, Source: Literotica 

    ... make itnot matter.

"It's great to meet you, man. Dean."

"Yeah, man, I know who you are!" He laughs. Mutual passion has them getting along like a house on fire. One thing leads to another, and Dean must have to special order his pants—because he's got thebiggest balls on Earth.

"Have you guys eaten yet? Wanna grab a bite before you head back?"

Over my cold, dead body: "No, no, I'm sure you want tocelebrate with your team. They have to be looking for you."

"Nah," Dean grins, flashing eyes at me. "I told 'em I'd come throw some drinks back later. I asked you to come, so let me at least treat you to dinner before you go."

I tense, expecting it's the straw to break the camel's back. Knowing Dean was the one who asked me to come is as big a red, flashing, neon sign as anything. If Casey caught on, he doesn't show it. He really,really loves football, enough to lose his Sherlockian edge. Unlike me, Casey has no reason to refuse.

"Sounds good to me! I haven't had anything since breakfast, and I don't think Sam's eaten at all yet today."

Jesusfucking Christ, Casey.

"Cool, let me wash up real quick and we'll pick a place. John and I can meet ya there."

John must not have expected the invitation, because his eyebrows climb as he again glances at Dean. Our little quartet splits for the time being, and it's not the relief you'd think. With Casey and I alone, he'll ask questions, and without Dean around to cloud his judgment, he's bound to reach a ...
    ... few conclusions. My stomach turns as we make the trek across the lot, nausea pushing up into my throat. Sure enough—

"Dude! Why didn't you say theliteral quarterback asked you to come? You were talking like you didn't know him, but you taught the kid English! What, were you his favorite teacher?"

Kid.

Teacher.

These words are like javelins arcing through the air, piercing me through the back. This is precisely what I was dreading. The questions I have no reasonable answer for. I could've saved myself some trouble by just admitting to our hometown connection, but I didn't anticipate this batshit move from Dean. It's well in his wheelhouse, but I believed he'd be too tied up in obligation to break away. I should'veknown better. He's so fucking unpredictable, just doing what he wants—

"Sam?"

"Oh, I—"

We've made it to the car. I'm idling by the passenger's door, palm curling the handle, and I don't recall how I got here. My brain is overloaded with half-thoughts, and my bodily systems are flooded with that ever-present anxiety. We climb into our respective sides of the car, and ultimately, it's my continued string of strange reactions that finally snaps the pieces together in Casey's mind. His big hands go slack around the steering wheel, and from my periphery, I can see his mouth dropping as he stares off through the windshield. I strangle my wrist in my lap to give my own hands something to do, and I try to hide the shame in my face behind sweeps of ...
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