Page 3 of Topping the Jock
I tore from his gaze and ran for the door, bumping into a bench as I did. My heart banged against my rib cage as I fled the weight room and went back into the hallway, and my head spun like I’d just taken a trip on a Tilt-A-Whirl. Monty was fucking a guy. And now my cock was painfully hard because of it. My body vibrated with shock… with need. I dashed into the boy’s bathroom and did a quick sweep to make sure it was clear before I locked myself in a stall and shoved down my pants.
Five strokes later and I came hard and quick, biting down on my lip to keep from moaning out loud.
After I was spent, I tucked myself back into my pants and slumped against the stall door. Confused about what I’d seen with Monty. Ashamed at what I’d just done. What kind of perv just stood there and watched two guys fuck and then went to jerk himself in the bathroom? Even more alarming was how I could get aroused by the bastard who’d made my school life hell for the past several years.
What was wrong with me?
Once I gathered the energy to move again, I left the bathroom, looking both ways down the hall to avoid running into anyone—specifically Monty. God, I’d never be able to face him again. Then I ran for the exit doors, bursting through them and running until I was a good way from the building before I slowed. Out of breath and still reeling from the scene in the locker room, I walked home.
The next morning, Monty treated me the same as every other day. Light teasing and a few shoves into a locker. I expected him to threaten me about not telling anyone his secret or beat me up for watching him have sex, but he acted like his normal self.
“Out of the way, Specks,” he said, shoulder-bumping me as he passed me in the hall. However, he smirked at me before looking away. An indication that he definitely hadn’t forgotten about yesterday.
For a whole week, I waited for Monty to confront me about the locker room incident. But he never did. Not that week or the one after. And then graduation was upon us. Almost immediately after, Monty packed his bags and went off to a football training camp for the summer. He’d received a scholarship to play college ball in Texas and had left this seaside town behind him.
Come fall, I did the same. However, I attended a college only thirty or so minutes away, returning every weekend to see my dad. Reed and I roomed together, and I was excited for what the future had in store for us.
Only occasionally did I think about Montgomery Adams.
The guy had tormented me for years, yet I found myself keeping tabs on him for some goddamn reason. He was one of the only freshmen to be in the starting lineup for the football season. Which was a pretty big deal from what Reed told me. I knew nothing about football—or any sport for that matter—but I watched a few of Monty’s games. Or, at least, got the summary of them after.
Monty wasn’t the only one who made a name for himself.
Two years into college, I had blossomed more than I ever thought possible. I’d hit the gym and gained some muscle, no longer a weakling who let himself be pushed around. I went to a few frat parties and even became friends with dudes from the popular crowd. For the first time in my life, I feltseen.Not just as a nerd or geek, but for who I was underneath the bullshit stereotypes. I was happy. With the start of my junior year, I was excelling not only in academics but in my personal life as well.
The same couldn’t be said for Montgomery.
“Oh shit,” Reed said one afternoon as we lazed around in our dorm.
“What?” I glanced up from my book about ancient civilizations to see him scrolling on his phone.
“Monty’s been injured,” he said. “Pretty bad from what I’m reading.”
“Huh? Really?” I closed my book and went over to sit beside him so I could see. The article detailed the football game from the previous night where Monty had been tackled by two guys at once, one on each side. One of the players had gone for his legs, and his knee had snapped. He was scheduled to undergo extensive surgery, and his future in football was in jeopardy. “Jesus.”
“They think it was foul play,” Reed said. “But it’s only speculation. Kinda fucked-up, though. Three years into his college career, and it could very well be over for him because of one cheap hit.”
“I mean, I hate the guy, but that’s unfortunate.” I slumped back against the couch cushions, wondering why the news upset me as much as it did. He was a stupid bully and meant nothing to me.
But then I recalled that day in the locker room… the way our eyes had met as he fucked another guy. It was like he’d wanted me to see him. And seen him I had.
Monty might’ve been a bullying bastard, but he’d helped me realize something pretty huge about myself because of that one incident. I dated a few girls once I started college just to be sure—because sexuality could be confusing as fuck—but it had soon become clear that I was gay.
I would’ve come to that conclusion on my own eventually, but he’d helped me.
“Maybe it’s karma for all the shit he put you through,” Reed said, closing out of the article and pulling up his social media page instead. He had become even more of a social butterfly than me over the years. And kind of a slut, if I was being honest.
“If so, karma really is a bitch,” I said.
The severity of Monty’s situation came to light not long after that day. He was benched for the rest of the season and was off the team by the next one. His career was ruined. I lost track of him after that. Well, more like I forced myself to stop checking up on him. No good would come from it.
He was part of my past. And that’s where he’d stay.
Chapter One
Monty
Present Day
