Chapter 15

287 Willow Street

Beckley woke me from a nap. I hadn’t locked the Tudor’s front door and he walked right in. The running back found me on the sofa in nothing more than a pair of tightie whities, which were compact against my private parts. He stood above me, grinned down at me, and said, “Nice underwear, sexy.”

I didn’t even realize I had a piss boner. In fact, the head of my cock was sticking out the top of my brief, swollen stiff. I quickly found a blanket on the back of the sofa and covered my center.

He laughed like a lumberjack and said, “Johnny, you don’t have to cover up your dick for me. I think you already know that I like the look of it.”

I also knew that he wanted to suck the mass if given the opportunity, but I prevented that from happening.

He sat down across from me in a reclining chair that looked a little too small for his football player’s frame. “Rod Peterson told me that you wanted to place a football bet with Reider. Is this true?”