NYMPHO BABE - MANxMAN

Chapter 4

“So are you girls ready to rumble?”

“Dude, seriously? Rumble?”

Duncan mocked at Will and the other guys joined in the sneering laugh but Will was used to it by now. If any of them have problems with Will, they would have to go through me first and they didn’t go too far as physically hurting him. Will might not have gone to our school but he was the most brilliant in the group, after Tyson of course. My awesome bf was the perfect babe because he’s undeniably – not self-proclaimed, he’s not that full of himself thank God – a triple threat, he got them looks, brain and a fine-ass personality to boot.

Everybody love Tyson and I love him the most.

“I love you bae.”

“You’re so gonna bottom for me, Wyatt.”

I brushed my thumb on his knuckles and I loved the fact that it brough the intensity down. I love his feisty, competitive side and it would be balanced out by his usual calm-ass demeanor that I adore way too much. He was just your typical boy-next-door who also happened to be gay. I also love that he was not acting too feminine and campy for my taste – not that I have anything against it but yeah, it’s just my personal preference.

I like boys for being boys, end of story.

Will is a whole different story altogether. He’s more of a dude than all of us football players combined. He may looked different on the outside but my school buddies learnt to accept his uniqueness like I do because deep down, Will is a boy and he was just unlucky enough not to be born as one.

“Dude, if you kept on spacing out I’m so gonna make your ass mine.”

“Ty, mine is yours and yours are mine. Fair share remember?”

“Okay lovebirds, are you guys going to fight or not?” Duncan boomed, standing next to Will with his huge arms crossed over his bulky chest and stood so tall as compared to Will who looked so fragile and beautiful at the same time. Will just lacked the right hormone, I guess.

The rest of my teammates looked like they’re on steroids but they would never be that stupid, I have seen them trained and it was gruelling to say the least. They would eat the entire dinner if they want just to cater their muscular growth, with no need for artificial enhancement drugs.

Some of the tough guys next to me – Nolan, Tanner and Alonso – were thumping their palms on top of the table, thus earning more attention from the other patrons around us. I couldn’t care less as long as we didn’t bother them too much. I was somewhat glad that the bench of diner seats magically able to fit all of eight of us. I was grateful that the others didn’t bring their oh-so-cliched cheerleader girlfriends – most of them slutty as fuck – with them because this chill time was meant for the guys only.

“Focus on getting beaten, Ty.”

“Whatever you say, bro.”

Will counted to three after we both nodded at him. We already found our comfortable stance and our elbow locked in place on top of the table, which was wide enough that it wouldn’t separate us too far apart and make this so uncomfortable for us.

I could feel the muscles of his forearm straining in order to pull my hand down to his side, hoping to own the challenge. I wouldn’t be giving him too much chance, either. He knew that I like it rough sometimes and we would flip-flop whenever we feel like it. It would be interesting that either one of us would be stuck to be the bottom for a month but the privacy part is still applied so we would screw each other as we like.

It would be mindblowing every single time we did it and it is amazing to say the least, but it’s also private and intimate. I was quite shocked that Will would propose it in the first place.