First time I received a "bro-job" despite being straight.

The weight of the football pads felt like a second skin, heavy and suffocating, as I trudged back to the dorm after practice. My muscles screamed in protest with every step, the kind of exhaustion that only comes from three hours of drills in the sweltering heat. All I wanted was a shower and a nap, but Ethan had other plans.

“Liam, you look like death warmed over,” he said, leaning against the doorframe of our shared room. Ethan was the kind of guy who always seemed to have a mischievous glint in his eye, like he knew something you didn’t. He was my best friend, my roommate, and—unlike me—he was openly bisexual. I never thought much about it until that day.

“Thanks, man. I feel like it,” I muttered, dropping my bag on the floor and collapsing onto my bed.

Ethan chuckled, his voice low and teasing. “You know, I’ve got a solution for that. Something to help you relax.”

I raised an eyebrow, too tired to even think about what he could possibly mean. “What, you got some magic potion or something?”

He smirked, crossing the room and sitting on the edge of my bed. “Even better. A bro-job.”

I blinked, sure I’d misheard him. “A what?”

“A bro-job,” he repeated, leaning in slightly. “You know, one dude helping another out. No strings, no feelings, just… stress relief.”

I stared at him, my brain struggling to process what he was suggesting. Ethan had always been open about his sexuality, but he’d never once crossed the line with me. We’d joked around, sure, but this… this was different.

“Dude, I’m straight,” I said, my voice firm, though I could hear the uncertainty creeping in.

Ethan shrugged, unbothered. “So? It’s just a favor between friends. You’re wound up tighter than a spring. You need to relax, and I’m offering to help. It’s not a big deal.”

I swallowed hard, my mind racing. The idea should’ve repulsed me, but instead, there was a strange curiosity bubbling up inside me. The forbidden thrill of it, the thought of doing something so taboo… it was intoxicating.

“I don’t know, man…” I trailed off, my voice barely above a whisper.

Ethan leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. “Come on, Liam. Trust me. You’ll feel so much better afterward.”

My heart pounded in my chest, my body betraying me as a flicker of arousal sparked deep in my gut. I could feel the heat of him so close, the way his presence seemed to fill the room. Before I could think better of it, I nodded.

“Okay,” I said, the word barely audible.

Ethan’s smile widened, and he stood, holding out his hand. “Good choice.”

I took his hand, letting him pull me to my feet. My legs felt like jelly, but it wasn’t just from the practice. Ethan led me to his bed, pushing me down gently so I was sitting on the edge. He knelt in front of me, his hands resting on my thighs.

“Relax,” he murmured, his voice soft and soothing. “Just let me take care of you.”

I closed my eyes, my breathing shallow as he undid the button on my jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper. His hands were warm against my skin as he tugged my pants down my legs, leaving me in just my boxers. I could feel the tension coiled tight in my body, the mix of fear and anticipation making my heart race.

Ethan’s fingers hooked into the waistband of my boxers, and he looked up at me, his eyes dark with something I couldn’t quite place. “You sure about this?”

I nodded, my throat dry. “Yeah.”

He pulled my boxers down, and I couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath as the cool air hit my exposed skin. Ethan didn’t waste any time, his hand wrapping around me and giving a slow, firm stroke. I bit back a groan, my hands gripping the edge of the bed as pleasure shot through me.

“Damn, Liam,” Ethan said, his voice husky. “You’re bigger than I thought.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I just let my head fall back, my eyes closing as he worked me with practiced ease. It didn’t take long before I was hard, my body responding to his touch despite the whirlwind of emotions raging inside me.

Ethan leaned in, his breath hot against my skin, and then his mouth was on me. I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily as his tongue swirled around the tip. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, a heady mix of pleasure and guilt that had me clinging to the bed like it was my only lifeline.

“Fuck, Ethan…” I groaned, my voice trembling.

He hummed in response, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I could feel myself getting closer, the pressure building in my gut. Ethan’s hand joined his mouth, stroking me in time with the bobbing of his head. It was too much and not enough all at once, and before I knew it, I was coming, my body shuddering with the force of it.

Ethan pulled back with a satisfied smile, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Feel better?”

I could only nod, my mind still reeling from what had just happened. There was a part of me that wanted to pull away, to pretend it had never happened, but another part—a larger part—felt exhilarated. The forbidden thrill of it lingered in the air between us, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t the end.

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The next few weeks passed in a blur. What had started as a one-time favor turned into a regular arrangement. After every grueling practice, Ethan would be waiting for me, a knowing smirk on his face. I told myself it was just stress relief, that it didn’t mean anything, but deep down, I knew I was lying to myself.

The more we did it, the more I found myself craving it. Not just the physical release, but the closeness, the intimacy. I’d never felt that way with anyone before, and it scared me. I started to notice things about Ethan I hadn’t before—the way his muscles moved under his shirt, the way his laugh made my chest tighten. I tried to push those thoughts away, but they came back stronger every time.

It all came to a head after a game. We’d won, and the locker room was buzzing with energy. I was pulling off my pads when Ethan cornered me, his eyes dark with something I couldn’t quite place.

“Liam,” he said, his voice low. “We need to talk.”

I glanced around, making sure no one was paying attention. “Not here, man.”

He grabbed my arm, pulling me into the shower area, where the sound of the running water drowned out our voices. “Why do you keep running from this?”

“I’m not running,” I snapped, though I knew it was a lie. “It’s just… it’s complicated.”

“Is it?” he challenged, stepping closer. “Because it seems pretty simple to me. You want this as much as I do, but you’re too scared to admit it.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but the words caught in my throat. He was right, and I hated it. The way he was looking at me, so intense and unyielding, made my chest ache.

“Ethan…” I started, but he cut me off, pressing his lips to mine in a searing kiss.

My brain short-circuited, my body responding before I could even think to push him away. My hands found their way to his waist, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. It was messy and desperate, and it felt like coming home.

When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathing hard, our foreheads resting together. “You feel it too,” Ethan whispered, his voice shaking. “Don’t lie to me.”

And I couldn’t. Not anymore. “I do,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “But I don’t know what it means.”

Ethan’s lips curved into a small smile, his hand cupping my cheek. “It means you’re not as straight as you thought you were.” He leaned in again, his breath hot against my ear. “And I’m gonna help you figure it out.”

His hand slipped between us…

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