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To Roz:
Why didn’t you tell me you’re gay??!
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What he wasn’t expecting was waking up to a video of Roz and Hollander really going at each other’s face. Rozanov never mentioned anything about liking dudes, and he never gave off any of those vibes. Not that Marlow knew what those vibes looked or felt like. If Roz are those vibes, does that mean any of the guys he’s partied with, fucked women with, and—overall—bonded with, were also gay? Did that make him gay too?
Is this what it looked like before the realization set in that at some point maybe he’d also get into dudes? He probably shouldn’t straight up ask Roz if he’s gay. Maybe he should just like give him a virtual thumbs up and congratulations. To show his support. Something that wasn’t awkward and too forward.
To Roz:
Congrats on being gay AND bagging Hollander. I had no idea! Obviously.
👍🏻💪🏻👏🏻👨❤️💋👨🏳️🌈🇨🇦🇷🇺🏒🥅
Btw…does this mean I’m gay too?
He figured the more emojis the better or else it was too serious. He was not a serious guy, for the most part. The question though, that was serious. He needed to know the signs now instead of later so he could prepare for the inevitable moment to arise. Was it a sudden change or a gradual one Roz warmed up to? Maybe the questions were individual based, and the only way to figure it out is if he thought about himself in these situations. His brain aggressively suggested Hollander.
That’s lowkey fucked. That’s his best bro’s man, and he’s thinking about what it must be like to fuck him. Not seriously, of course. It’s just, who else is there to imagine when Hollander is the one in the video? Maybe Hunter? Not really his type the more he thought about it. Scott and him feel too much like the same guy. Except Scott was like gay Jesus for gay hockey players. Where he went, a flock of gay NHL players seemed to follow. Gay NHL disciples? His mind lost the plot.
Rerouting back to men he’d like or not, Hollander probably wouldn’t be one he meshed with. What would his type of man be? What kind of guy would he like under him? On top of him? He wasn’t sure about the top part. Maybe that was something he could explore on his own. Too many things to think about. His phone buzzed causing him to jolt.
From Roz:
Marly…what do you mean are you gay too? How would I know? Being gay is not group project.
Also, I’m bisexual. Not gay. Those are not same thing.
Okay, bisexual made a lot more sense now that Roz suggested it. That’s when you’re like half gay half straight. Which makes sense why Roz was into Hollander and women. That didn’t sound so bad. He could be with women and men as opposed to one or the other. .
To Roz:
I mean, you like fucking women. We used to do that a lot together. You and I, we’re kind of the same like that.
Also, Hollander is kind of hot lowkey…
Not making a pass btw just saying he is, so like how did you do it?
Did it just randomly happen or like was it building up?
What does it feel like? (so ik what to expect)
Do I even qualify if all I’ve ever experienced are women?
He wasn’t expecting a fast response since he was spamming Roz with so many questions about everything. He’d probably need some time to process it. In the meantime, his mind wandered to different guys in the league. How does one tell who is into men or not? Too risky if he was honest. He’d probably have to check out an app. This wasn’t his first time thinking about it. He was open and liked to have fun, so—naturally—he never quite ruled men out entirely. The opportunity never presented itself like women did. He’d done threesomes with Roz and women. The nude male form didn’t bother him. He might primarily be with women, but that doesn’t mean he’s blind. There are some hot men out there.
He’d seriously need to take a look at some guys next time he was out. If Roz was into men, he also had to get in on the fun. It was no secret that his ex captain knew how to have a good time and live life to the fullest. Something Marlow also loved. Apart from what he assumed was a decent amount of prep—fucking a guy couldn’t possibly be too different. Just none of the added features like breasts. He could live without that.
From Roz:
Keep your eyes to yourself Marly (thank you I know my man is hot) not that it makes a difference (Hollander has no threesome rule :( very boring)
The story of Shane and I is for different day, but if you’re asking how I know I’m bi? I have been fooling around with guys since I was teenager.
I have always been into guys, but it was not safe there. Hollander wasn’t supposed to happen, but I am happy he did.
We are getting married in summer. You should come to the wedding.
Yes, you can be bisexual Marly, as long as you’re into more than just women. How long have you been curious?
Marlow took in the information. Roz had known for years before Hollander that he liked men. Marlow never really recognized the option to actively explore it until now. Hunter was completely different. He had no connection to the guy. He knew nothing about his lifestyle prior to that big moment, but Roz and him—for the longest time—lived and breathed the same vibe. He didn’t much care for the label even if the outcome would be bisexual, technically. He just liked to have fun and feel good. Guess it doesn’t really matter who he ended up with as long as he was happy.
To Roz:
Too bad about the threesomes. He’s missing out.
I’d def be into trying with a man, but idk where to start. Thanks for telling me about your experience.
And yeah, just send me the invite and I’ll be there.
Btw, do you know anyone who would be DTF while I’m there?
Surely, they have to have a circle of people with at least one that’s available for some casual gay fucking. The summer is coming up soon, so if he could solidify a potential candidate, then it would be a two for one. Celebrate two dudes getting married and fucking a dude in solidarity. Mainly curiosity. At worst, he wasn’t bisexual. At best, he was a damn good ally. How many straight men who claim to be supportive are actually going the extra mile? None like him. If he’s straight.
From Roz:
How do you feel about fucking one of my rookies?
He needs to loosen up. He’s too nervous.
I also have it on good authority he has small crush on me.
Had crush on me. He no longer does.
If he liked me. He’ll like you. If not, at least you both get to fuck, and it’s casual.
Maybe do some research, Marly. I don’t want you hurting my rookie. Fucking men is not the same as women.
Let me know if you’re interested. That way I can give you both phone numbers.
Oh. Research? Maybe he should look up some gay porn, and a sex education website centered around gay sex. For now, he’d go ahead and confirm his interest. Hopefully, he and this rookie can hit it off before the wedding. Marlow quickly turned his head to both sides—effectively cracking his neck. The tension was building as the idea became reality.
To Roz:
Yeah, send me his number when you get his permission. Obviously send him mine if he agrees.
I’ll do my research. Scouts honor.
From Roz:
You’re so corny, Marly.
Love you. Thanks for reaching out.
Don’t tell anyone I told you that. I’m just really appreciative that you support me.
To Roz:
Yeah, bro, love you too.
He shut his phone off, and pulled up his browser. He had no place to be for a few hours, and he could honestly go for a quick jerk off. See what dudes fucking dudes is all about. Another notification came through on his phone, but it was from an unknown number. Must be that rookie Roz was talking about.
(613) 883-3489:
Rozy said you were looking for something fun and casual to try while you figure yourself out?
My name is Luca Haas :)
Marlow quickly pulled up a group shot of Ottawa’s team searching the names at the bottom of the photo. Landing on the name Luca Haas he quickly found the image of him. Oh yeah, now that’s a type he could see himself with. He does look a bit young, but he knew he wasn’t underage. Roz would’ve never suggested it if he was. He was pretty. Kind of looked like one of those cherubs. Very angelic and sweet looking.
He looked like a rule-abiding good boy who went off to college—ready to take on the real world—and met a guy like Marlow who would inevitably, and successfully, make a mess out of that good boy image. Show him a good time and how to live life on the edge. How to embrace hedonism and let loose. The type of guy Luca’s parents would beg him not to get involved with. One who’d ruin his life even though Luca would beg them to let him make his own choices.
He shook the cliche porn plot from his mind, quickly changed the name in his phone to something discreet, and shot a response back.
To Angel:
Well aren’t you just a pretty little thing…
I have a good feeling we’re going to have a lot of fun
From Angel:
Bring it on 💋