to pick up speed. As I continued to suck Hunter’s cock, his hips began to push into my lips, his body thrusting into my mouth the same way he’d so often thrust inside me.
And as I realized just what Hunter’s body was doing, I felt my own cock start to throb at the thought of Hunter being inside me, of him taking me until I was screaming his name.
“Do you want to move to the bedroom?” I asked, suddenly moving away from Hunter again.
And Hunter grinned before he shifted closer. “Yeah. I do.”
“Wait, I can walk! You don’t have to—” I tried to convince Hunter that I didn’t need to ride the Hunter Perry Express, but it was already too late. I was already in his arms, and we were already walking down the hall of his home, stopping when we reached the edge of his bed.
When Hunter laid me down against his bed for what felt like the millionth time, I smiled at the thought of doing this with him, forever.
21
Hunter
A Year Later
“Mr. Perry?” A little boy with a bright smile and fiery red hair held up a raised hand in the middle of dance class.
I took a moment to read his nametag before I replied. “Yes, Brian?”
“Are you going to be on Dancing With The Stars?” His question came out just as small as he was. “And if you are, how long are you going to be away?”
“Oh, I don’t think I’ll be on that show anytime soon, Brian.” I beamed. “So, you don’t have to worry about that. And even if I do go away, I’ll always come back, okay?”
“Okay.” Brian beamed right back at me before he went into his stretches at the barre. “I just wanted to be sure. My mommy paid for all the classes upfront, but you’re the only teacher I want.”
“That’s very sweet of you, Brian,” I replied, “But you know, Mr. McEntire is a really good teacher, too.”
“He is?”
“Yeah. He used to dance with a lot of ballerinas.”
Brian gasped, his mouth hanging wide open. “Real life ballerinas?!”
“Real life ballerinas.” I grinned. “Would you like to meet him?”
“Yes!” Brian excitedly clapped his hands. “When can I meet him?”
“Tell you what, if you do really good with your beginner’s lesson, you’ll get to meet Mr. McEntire next, okay?” I answered. “But you have to take our lessons together really seriously. Mr. McEntire only works with the best ballerinas. Are you going to be one of the best ballerinas?”
“Yes! I’m going to be one of the best ballerinas!” Brian shouted before he went back to focusing on his stretches. “I promise!”
I smiled to myself as I made my way back to the front of the classroom. I then remembered that I was being filmed this session, my mind so caught up in teaching the kids that I’d forgotten all about the camera crew in the corner of the dance studio.
“Oh. Right. You guys are still here,” I said, looking over toward them. “Uh, did you want to get some B-roll or something?”
“No, we just want to capture you being yourself,” one of the camera crew members replied. “The important thing is that it looks natural, and so far so good on that one.”
“Yeah, well, I’m just doing what I usually do on a Saturday morning.” I shrugged before I looked back over at my students, several of them still practicing in the mirror.
I couldn’t help the smile that came over my face as I thought back on the last year of my life, a whirlwind that seemed like it was just starting to die down. After I’d retired from football, I’d taken Patrick up on his offer of teaching part-time at his dance studio. But after a month or two of retirement, I was greeted with an onslaught of endorsement deals, people that wanted me to talk about my time as a closeted athlete while also being a beacon of positivity for LGBTQ+ youth all across the globe.
Even now, as I taught my usual Saturday morning class, I was being filmed by Nike for an endorsement spot, their current round of advertisements focusing on Pride month and how versatile queer people are, the various kinds of roles they fill in the world.
“Just let me know if you need anything else, all right?” I directed my question to the camera crew before I spotted my sister walking right through the dance studio door. A few moments later and Elana was standing beside me in the