Athletic Supporter

Every Thursday I play in a coed volleyball team. This particular Thursday, I had to possibly play 6 games. We were in the semifinals, and if we won, we would continue onto the finals. After the game, my team all decided, no matter the outcome, we would go to the bar that sponsors our team, McSwiggans, for a post-game drink.

I spoke with N earlier in the day about my plans for the evening. He was very supportive. I was kinda taken back by it. Throughout the day I got motivational text messages. I felt like he was truly invested in my life and my happiness. I have NEVER had that before. It was a nice change from the men I’d been with, and it made him all the more attractive to me.

I went to my games and had an awful time. One of my teammates did not want to be there, and we lost the first round as a result. Regardless, we were heading to the bar. I texted N to let him know we finished early and told him the results. He sent me messages to console me. I told him that I played well, and there was nothing I could do to change it. I was over it. He responded, “Atta boy!!”

He originally planned to hit up the gym, but stayed home and drank by himself instead. So when I arrived home, he showered and came over while I showered and got ready to go to the bar. We both made road sodas to take with us to the bar for the walk. He asked me a lot about the game and my team dynamic, and then we talked about his night. When we arrived at the bar, I introduced him to my teammates. None of them know I am gay unless they’ve surmised it on their own. However, after that night, they could probably tell. We certainly not being obvious, but there was no denying the attraction between us. If you saw the way we were looking at each other, you knew. The drunker we got, the more obvious we were.

Regardless, I had a blast. It was the first time we’d gone out to the bar together and got drunk. He was dancing for the first time in front of me as well. He had always told me how good of a dancer he is, but I was finally seeing it live and in person. I was blown away to be honest. He really is a good dancer. I was ready to go home many times, and was certainly properly inebriated, but he continued to buy drinks for us. Finally, the closing time bell rang, and it was time for us to go.

We went home and rolled around in the bed until we passed out on each other. Yet another good night spent with my special neighbor.

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