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My Hero
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When he was sixteen years old, Rich Miller saved a young man from drowning at his local pool. Little did he know that years later, as a senior in college and Olympic diving hopeful, Rich would meet up once again with Johnny Milloway, now a big football player – and when Rich says big, he really means ‘bear’. The shy jock remembers his saviour, and the two men become friends.
Johnny isn’t put off by the fact that Rich is gay. In fact, the more time he spends with Rich, the more curious he becomes. Johnny wants to know all kinds of things – what it’s like to kiss a guy, for instance. Only it doesn’t stop there...
Rich finds it difficult to believe that this relationship can go anywhere. Johnny is straight, and Rich isn’t prepared to deal with the heartache he knows will come his way in the future. He has enough on his plate as it is – the Worlds are just around the corner, his father would rather watch a football game than spend time watching his son dive.... What he doesn’t count on is Johnny, who can be very determined. And having Johnny in his life proves to be a catalyst for some pretty earth-shattering changes.

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PublisherMax Vos
Release dateMar 24, 2014
ISBN9781311963093
My Hero
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Max Vos

Max Vos is the bestselling author of My Hero. He is loved by his readers for his ‘inappropriate’ side, bringing hot and steamy sex to his writing. Not hemmed in by a single genre Max has the ability to woo you with sweet romance, move you with the power of his words and make you question your definition of love. Having retired in 2011 after more than 30 years as a chef, Max turned his creativity to writing. You can always find wonderful Southern charm, well rounded and vibrant characters with a good meaty story line in a Max Vos book. Each book will give you something new and amazing to love.

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    My Hero - Max Vos

    My Hero

    Max Vos

    Smashwords Edition

    2013

    Table of Content

    Copyright

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Chapter Ten

    Chapter Eleven

    Chapter Twelve

    Chapter Thirteen

    Chapter Fourteen

    Chapter Fifteen

    Chapter Sixteen

    About the Author

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    Chapter One

    Stand back, everyone! Give them some space.

    Rich pinched the boy’s nose, tilted his head back and breathed into his mouth three times before returning to do CPR on his thin chest. After the fourth compression, the youth started spitting out water and coughing. Rich quickly turned the kid on his side so he could spit up all the water that he might have in his lungs.

    A loud cheer went up around the city’s public swimming pool.

    You all right, kid? Rich asked, letting the boy’s head rest in his lap.

    Looking up, the kid looked dazed. Yeah, I think I’m okay. What happened?

    You tried to drink the whole pool, I think, Rich said jokingly.

    The young man stared up into the lifeguard’s eyes. Wow. Thanks.

    Don’t mention it kid. It’s all part of the job.

    The sirens grew louder as the Ambulance and Fire Station EMTs arrived. They loaded up the soggy young man and rushed him off to the hospital.

    For a sixteen year old kid, you did some fast work, the pool supervisor said, congratulating Rich. You have a job here for the rest of your high school days if you want it.

    Thanks, Mr. Rice.

    Rich was a little embarrassed by all the attention he received the rest of the day. Seems everyone was calling him a hero.

    Rich was rushing to get to the aquatic center. This was to be his year. If he could stay injury free, he knew he had a chance to be able to join the Olympic diving team, unlike last time when he’d had a torn hamstring. He’d worked most of his life for this chance and he was hungry for it. So hungry for it that he wasn’t watching where he was going.

    As he rounded the corner onto Andy Holt Drive, he ran into a guy, a really big dude. Had the guy not caught Rich by the shoulder he would have landed on his ass.

    Oh man, I’m sorry, Rich said as he looked up into the bearded face.

    Umm…not a problem, the deep voice rumbled softly. You okay?

    Yeah, yeah, I’m good, Rich answered. He looked a little closer, thinking he recognized the guy. It was then he felt the man’s huge hand was still holding his shoulder.

    The big man only nodded as he slowly let go of Rich.

    See ya around? Rich asked again, focusing on getting to the aquatic center; the ten meter diving platform was calling his name.

    Again, the large man only nodded.

    Rich stepped around the wall of a man and hurriedly made his way down the street.

    Ruthie, I don’t have time to go to a football game. I need to be practicing. Rich almost whined his protest.

    Rich, you’ve practiced every day this week. I think it’s time for you to take a break before you burn out. Ruthie had been his best friend since elementary school. "I need to practice too but you don’t see me doing it every spare minute of every day, now do you?"

    "No, but then you don’t have to compete for pool time either. You can pull your cello out just about anywhere and practice." Rich pouted.

    Who do you think you are fooling, Rich Miller? When you’ve not been at the pool you’ve been in the weight room. Ruthie had her hands on her hips, scowling at him, her short curly hair bouncing around her head with every movement. She pushed her glasses up on her nose with her middle finger before poking him in the center of his chest with it. Remember last time you over trained? Huh? Remember missing out on the Olympic trials last time because you were injured? Does any of this ring a bell?

    Rich stepped backwards as she continued to poke him.

    "In case you’ve forgotten, let me remind you of the time you over trained: you overdid it to the point where you were exhausted and nearly didn’t qualify for a simple meet. A simple meet, Rich. Not the Olympic tryouts this time, just a stupid meet! She was so wound up she was almost yelling. Balance, Rich. Balance!"

    Rich knew he’d been beat. Of course she was right.

    Now…go get your orange on and let’s go. I’ve already got the tickets, courtesy of your father, I might add, Ruthie said cautiously.

    "My dad gave you tickets to the football game. Color me oh so not surprised, Rich grumbled. He can manage to not miss a Vol’s football game but he can rarely make it to even one of my meets."

    Give the man a break, Rich.

    Easy for you to say. Your folks support you and Al in everything you do.

    Yeah, well, my little brother is lucky he’s still breathing after being caught with a bottle of vodka on that youth orchestra bus. Dad just about skinned him alive.

    I bet ol’ Ralph did, Rich said, laughing. "I’d have loved to have seen your dad have that conversation."

    I don’t know that I’ve ever seen my father so mad, Ruthie said, also laughing. Come on, let’s go. We can stop by your dorm on the way so you can put on your best school T-shirt…unless you want to just let me paint your chest orange and white.

    I think I’ll opt for the T-shirt, Rich grumbled again.

    You’re no fun. Ruthie giggled.

    They walked to Rich’s dorm where he put on a school T-shirt before making their way to Neyland Stadium. The queue for the student entrance wasn’t that bad and the two were able to get inside and find their seats easily.

    I wonder how your dad was able to get such good seats in the student section, Ruthie asked, mostly to herself.

    How does my dad get anything when it comes to football? Rich grumbled. I’d really hate to see what he pays for the privilege for his season tickets. I’d be willing to bet you could feed a family of four for a year on what he donates.

    Ruthie sighed— yeah, she knew he was right.

    With the kick-off, the game was on. Ruthie cheered, jumping up and down and waving her orange and white pom-pom. Rich watched without much enthusiasm, never really engaging in what was going on down on the field.

    It’s not a very exciting game, Rich complained as the two teams left the field at half-time.

    "Well, it is the first game of the season, what did you expect? Ruthie elbowed her best friend in the ribs. They always pick a team they know they can beat for the first one."

    Yeah, but 42-7 is a bit overkill, don’t you think? And it’s only halftime.

    It’s good experience for the second and third string players though, Ruthie said as she jumped up, cheering the two teams as they left the field.

    When the two teams had finally exited Ruthie started cheering again for the marching band, some of whom were also in the orchestra with her.

    I’m going to go get a drink, you want one? he asked Ruthie who was still bouncing up and down.

    Yeah, I’ll go with you, she said, tucking her pom-pom in the back pocket of her jean shorts.

    As they joined the concession stand line Ruthie said, It was nice to see that Johnny Milloway was able to play today.

    Who? Rich asked.

    Johnny Milloway. He’s from Oak Ridge too. Ruthie looked at Rich. "Oh, you’ve got to be kidding, right? Rich, you really need to broaden your horizons. Ruthie shook her head as she looked up at Rich. He was the phenom on the high school team that everyone was going on about. The University of Tennessee was damned lucky to get him. I heard they offered him everything but the moon to keep him here close to home. UCLA, LSU and the Gators were after him hot and heavy."

    Sorry, Ruthie, you know I never really followed football all that much. I’m sure my dad would know all about him though, Rich said bitterly. Hell, he probably even knows his shoe size.

    Ruthie took Rich’s hand and squeezed it. He knew she was more than aware of the ever-widening chasm between Rich and his father. Rich’s father didn’t know how to handle his son and Rich didn’t know how to talk to his father. They were as different as night and day. Rich liked the arts, and of course his diving, whereas his father liked football, beer and pool. There just wasn’t much common ground there, and when Rich had announced he was gay, that opened up the divide even further.

    May I borrow that for a quick second? Ruthie asked the gentleman in front of them in line for his program. She took the program book and started flipping pages. Here. This is Johnny Milloway. Maybe you recognize him from school?

    Hey, that’s the guy I ran into, literally, on the way to the aquatic center earlier this week. I thought he looked familiar but I couldn’t remember from where.

    He isn’t someone we would have really been around much since he’s three years younger than we are. He’s a freshman where we’re seniors, after all, she said, shrugging as she returned the program.

    He’s a freshman? Rich asked his eyes wide. He’s huge.

    Ruthie laughed. Yeah, he’s a big boy. He lives next door to Laura McIntyre—you know her. She played first violin? Anyway, whenever we got together at her house to practice, he was always hanging around with her little brother.

    Ruthie kept rattling on about Johnny Milloway. Rich kept recalling looking into Johnny’s dark brown eyes the other day. There was something about him that he felt… He didn’t know what he felt, but there was a connection there.

    Rich shut his alarm off quickly as he tried not to wake his roommate. He’d been told in no uncertain terms that his 5:30 wake-up time was not conducive to their living arrangements. He pulled on a pair of nylon athletic shorts and picked up his gym bag before slipping quietly out of his dorm room. Walking down the hallway he pulled on a tank-top T-shirt that he’d picked up on his way out.

    He liked going to the weight room in the early mornings. There was rarely anyone there, which was the way Rich liked it.

    He hated having to compete for equipment with the other jocks, especially the football guys. They always thought they took precedence over everyone else. Another reason he didn’t care for football or the players.

    Before he opened the double doors that led into the weight room he heard the clank of one of the weight machines being used. This was only the second time in four years that he’d run into another person at this time of day. He peeked through the small window to see who it was before he entered. The only thing he could see was a big guy with his back to Rich and the door as he did triceps extensions, his grey T-shirt wet with sweat. Rich hesitated briefly before pushing through the double doors.

    Rich made his way to the leg press machine. He noticed that the guy, his back still to him, had ear-buds in, so he didn’t hear him come in, which was fine with Rich. He got busy with his own work out, paying no attention to the other guy in the room.

    After his third repetition, Rich moved to the leg extension machine. As he draped his towel over the back of the machine, he looked up and his eyes locked with those of Johnny Milloway in the mirror. The big man’s eyes widened. He nodded quickly and looked away. Rich thought he may have blushed, but then he could have just been flushed because of the massive amount of weight he was curling, his biceps bulging.

    Neither man spoke to the other. There wasn’t another instance of eye contact either. Rich had the feeling that Johnny Milloway was purposefully avoiding any contact with him, which made him slightly uneasy.

    Rich finished up his leg work out and went into the locker room. He stuck to his routine of only working one body part at a time, then a quick shower before going back to his dorm room to pick up his books for whatever class he had that morning. He had made it a point to do as many morning classes as possible so that it would leave his afternoons for the pool.

    He preferred the athletic locker room here to the one at the aquatic center. This one reminded him of high school. The air was heavy with the smell of sweaty men with their dirty socks and soaked jock straps, always a major turn on for him. The only smell at the aquatic center was that of chlorine. Rich leaned against the beige tiles, his eyes closed, letting the lukewarm water cascade over his shoulders and back. He jumped when he heard another showerhead turn on.

    Looking over he saw Johnny Milloway, his knees bent as his face pointed up into the spray, his head obviously higher than the shower head. Rich’s mouth hung open as he watched the water sluice over his body through the dark hair that covered the massive muscles. The young man had very little body fat but he must have easily weighed in at two hundred and fifty pounds. His eyes dropped and Rich’s stomach tightened. Johnny Milloway’s cock and balls hung low, water pouring off his genitals. The kid was very well hung. The big football jock happened to look up, his eyes locking with Rich’s. He quickly turned his back to Rich, giving him a view of his perfect, fur-covered butt.

    Rich felt the familiar tingle in his nuts and knew that if he continued to stare, he would end up with a full blown hard-on, a definite breach of shower protocol. Wasting no time, he finished up his shower and hurriedly left the shower room and the football star behind. If he was fast enough he could get out of there before the freshman was finished showering.

    He was tying his shoes when the biggest feet he’d ever seen came into view. Looking up slowly, he let his gaze travel up the thick calves, past the wet towel cinched around the hips, the hairy taut abdomen and then finally to the massive pectorals, the nipples barely visible through the dense fur. Rich couldn’t even see past the man’s huge chest muscles to his face unless he sat up straight, which he did.

    Ummm… can we talk, Rich?

    The voice was rich and deep, almost a whisper, but so powerful it made Rich’s insides vibrate.

    You know me? Rich was more than slightly surprised.

    "Of course. Wanna grab a coffee?

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