Five years after shattering my knee and losing my future in football, I was still doing whatever I could to put everything back together. My knee was fine but the rest of me was still broken, no matter how convincing my façade was at any given moment. I finished college but couldnât advance in the lane of my degree, so I decided to make money off of my looks. I became what is known as an Instagram model and influencer to make ends meet; meanwhile, I booked clients for private massages for some extra income. It was through my massage clientele that I met Thiago.
      My clientele was nearly all gay men, so when Thiago Alencar-Ellis booked me, I figured it would simply be another routine massage. However, the moment he arrived at the Airbnb I was using that day, I felt something between us. It was sort of like the energy Iâd feel whenever I was attracted to a woman but somehow deeper. I tried to put up an invisible wall but his eyes seemed to see through it and I knew he knew I was feeling something. I managed to massage him professionally without crossing any lines and he left with less stress than heâd entered with. That night, I got a call from him on my private number instead of my business number. I still have no idea how he got it.
      âRashad, my husband and I want you to spend this upcoming weekend with us,â he offered the moment I answered his call. âWe live in a condo in Beverly Hills. You can stay in our guest suite. Weâll need you to get tested at the same exclusive clinic we go to for our own testing. There will be a non-disclosure agreement as well as a contract for your payment that will require your signature, of course. Are you interested in this opportunity?â
      The sexiness of his accent fucked with my train of thought for a second, but I was able to get it together and tell him, âIâm interested.â
      So, deep into my weekend with him and his husband, Brendan, I was still trying to wrap my mind around it all. Iâd had my curiosities about what it would be like to have sex with another man but that was in college whenever Iâd see a nice ass on a teammate or one of those track runners. The way I felt about Thiago was different. Just thinking about him would get me hard to the point where Iâd have to masturbate for over an hour. While soaking in the tub of their guest suite bathroom, I did my best to relax and disregard any sort of negative energy. My mind was as opened as ever and my body was prepared to follow.
                        Me (Rashad Moore)
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