Gay for the Hot Jock Part 2

By Lucas Loveless

Jackson

I told Xander that we needed to just be friends. After I started hooking up with that sexy, irresistible jock I started to fall hard for him, and that scared the hell out of me. I knew Xander would never be able to let me in completely. So I had to save myself. I tried to keep things as just business between us. I would go to his meet to write my story for the school paper, and that was that.
But of course, I wanted him too badly. After the meet, Xander locked us into the locker room. He couldn't wait another second. He had to have more of me right then and there.
It seemed we couldn't keep our hands off each other. I wanted Xander to be mine, to fall for him completely, to let him have my virginity. But if he couldn't go all the way, we couldn't even be friends.
Was I going to lose Xander forever?

Xander

Ever since Jackson and I started our secret affair, I hadn't been the same. The beautiful, shy little nerd was all I could think about. I was strong, but I couldn't lift off my feeling for him. But could I be everything Jackson needed? A boyfriend? A lover? A man who wasn't afraid to be out and love him the way he deserved?
We tried to stay just friends, but I couldn't keep my hands off him. After the meet, I took him back to the locker room and did things to him that made his toes curl. No one turned me on like Jackson, and I was falling in love with him.
But if I couldn't let him in, if I couldn't be the lover he deserved, I was going to lose him for good.

This story contains explicit scenes of gay romance, gay sex and gay erotica. It is intended for mature readers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lucas Loveless
• Release date: Apr 3, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463642221

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Part 2

Written by Lucas Loveless

This story picks up immediately where Gay for the Hot Jack Part One left off.

One

Xander 

I force myself to breathe deep and slow. In and out. My stomach churns. My hands are a little shake. No one, absolutely no fucking one knows my little secret, how damn nervous I get before competition. 

I sit on a bench in the locker room at the Kensington Sports Center. It's too hot in here, making me sweat, or maybe it's this damn tight uniform I had wrapped around my waist. It's a leotard uniform, and it's supposed to be pulled over my top half with the straps around my shoulders. But it's too fucking hot. So I take off the straps and let the top half hang from my waist. I stand up and strut back and forth. Don't be a pussy, I tell myself. You can fucking do this! 

Thank God the locker room is empty. Otherwise I might try and fight any other guy in here just to work off the stress. 

Xander? Coach comes around the corner of the lockers. You alright, bud? Why aren't you out there with the rest of the team? 

I keep my chest out. Look strong, I tell myself. Look confident. Don't let anyone see you're scared. 

Just getting pumped up, coach, I answer him. I'm trying to hit 350 on the bench today. No, I'm going to hit 350. 

That's good, son, he tells me. But uh, I got some news for you. He puts his hand on my shoulder. I know 350 would be a record for you in competition, but one of the lifters from Ohio State hit 360 this morning. Think you could push it a little harder today? 

My stomach drops. My throat goes dry. 360? Sure, I'm nervous now, but I can't let it show. Yes sir, I answer him. 

Coach smiles at me, and he pats me on the shoulder. I know you can hit it, Xander. Just don't push yourself past your limits. 

I grit my teeth and clench my fists. I came here to win first, Coach. I'm going after 360. Even more. 

Coach nods. Alright then. I'll give you another few minutes to get ready. He leaves the locker room. 

Left alone, I sit back down on the bench. Three fucking sixty! I say under my breath. Fuck! I can already feel the barbell crushing my chest. That's more weight than I've ever lifted. And now I have to attempt benching that much weight in front of an entire crowd... 

... in front of Jackson. If he's even here. 

I shut my eyes and lower my head. I'm sweaty, and nervous as fucking hell. Jackson, I think. If Jackson was here, maybe it would be better. But part of me feels he didn't even show up. Of course he didn't. He doesn't want to deal with a fucking mess like me, some stupid jock who's to pussy to even kiss him in front of other guys. 

Stupid, I grunt. I look at the floor and rub the back of my neck. My whole body feels so stiff it's about to snap like a freaking cracked. So stupid! 

Hope you're not talking about me. 

I never knew what an emotional roller coaster felt like before this moment. One second, I'm kicking myself and hating life, and then suddenly that damn coaster takes a sky riding leap upwards. My heart beats fast. My hands get warm. I turn around and lay eyes on Jackson. 

He stands beside the lockers. He's in jeans and a plain black shirt with his leather jacket over. His hair is styled, a little wavy, making me wanna run my fingers through it. His glasses make him look even cuter, and there's something else, a reporter's badge hanging around his neck. 

Jackson? How, how did you get in here? I approach him and grab him. I pull him behind the lockers where no one can see us. I stop to admire him. Fuck, man. You look, I mean... I smile and lick my lips. And then I imagine what his stomach tastes like under that shirt.