Here’s your first exclusive story as bonus content for paid subscribers. This is the sequel to A Mouth Away From Home.
Jackson ran onto Willow Street, relieved as usual to see the house just around the corner. This self-motivated running thing was hard. So much harder without a coach yelling at you and the innate competitive drive that comes from getting a bunch of young men to do anything together.
He slowed down as he turned into the driveway, looking at his watch to check his time. Two miles in about 18 minutes. Not bad. Not his best, but considering that since landing in Australia his diet had been about 75% beer and BBQ he'd take that time. Reducing that time would be a neccesary challenge. Even though he was only over in Australia playing local club baseball he wanted to make the best contribution that he could. The club had flown him out here after all, and two of the players were letting him live with them.
As of a couple of days ago those arrangements had shifted slightly and that was something that had been running through Jackson's mind as he had completed his morning run.
The guys he was living with, Kitt and Brod, were great. Before meeting them he hadn't known they were a couple, not that he had a problem with that, but it had come as a surprise that the other starting pitcher was gay.
What had come as a bigger surprise was just how well that starting pitcher sucked dick. And how willingly Jackson had let him suck it. After lamenting about his drought of female attention to his old buddy back home, Darius had joked about testing the willingness of his new housemates. About 15 minutes later Jackson's head was shooting down Kitt's throat.