20Jan

Making the Play (2)

Part (2)

Tommy Jones from Bel AmiTommy’s breathing was still ragged, as he lay there, looking everywhere but at Troy. It was an odd feeling, to be looking over at him, at seeing his still erect cock, swaying a bit with each panting breath that Tommy took. It was hard to see much detail, as the darkness continued to grow. It was a bit cooler now, and he could hear the water lapping at the shore, adding to the unreal serenity he was feeling, as well as feeling rather on edge.

It was like he was teetering between two poles, one minute totally at peace, the next second wondering if a lightning bolt would hit him square in the face. He could barely see Tommy’s chest heaving and yet he didn’t move to yank his underwear up, or his pants. He just lay there, his face angled towards the water, as if in some trance.

‘Well?’

Tommy seemed to shudder a bit, as his head lowered and turned slightly to look directly at Troy. He couldn’t believe how handsome he looked, in the shadows. His whole face had a glow to it, or so it seemed. His eyes were like brilliant stars, glittering in the growing darkness.

‘Well what?’

‘Geez, how was it? Christ doesn’t everyone ask after?’

‘Uh yeah, guess they do.’

‘Well, so? Come on, was it what you had expected?’

He stared at the shadowy figure now, wondering what was going through his mind. Was it so bad he didn’t know how to tell Troy, or was it so good, it made him think he was maybe Queer? All he could do was wait, as he felt a slight chill, felt the moment passing him by, as he just waiting for the answer. Had he done okay, great, or rotten?

‘I uh, I don’t know.’

‘Huh? What do you mean you don’t know, shit man, either it felt good or it didn’t.’

‘Christ all you guys this pushy? Yeah it felt great, at the time, but now, now I don’t know, I mean you want me to tell you the truth, or you want some bullshit?’

‘Christ, the truth of course.’

‘Then accept that, that fuck I just don’t know. I mean, right now, I feel, oh fuck Troy, I just don’t know, can’t we just leave it at that?’

He didn’t understand what it was he didn’t know. Shit if it felt great at the time, why shouldn’t it still be that way? What fucking mind games was he trying to play on him? Troy didn’t get it, as he leaned back on his haunches, wondering if maybe it had been a mistake to do it, to let himself be so exposed to Tommy. Would he keep it between them, or would he blab about it to everyone once he was away from here? Christ, that was all he needed, to walk into the locker room and have everyone know he had sucked Tommy off.

Watching, he saw Tommy reach down and yank his underwear up and pants. He leaned back, and Troy saw how he pulled at his clothes, as if in a hurry. He even was mumbling that he had to get going, as if he needed a shower or something. In a way, it made Troy feel dirty too, as if what they had done was going to hang over their friendship forever.

Standing up, he brushed some of the sand off his pants, and he stared at Troy, his eyes boring hard into his face. He saw how tight the lines were around his mouth, as if the muscles were totally constricted.

‘Uh, you aren’t gonna say anything, to anyone, are you?’

‘Fuck no, are you?’

‘No, no I won’t, uh, I gotta go, see you uh, later.’

He watched silently as Tommy turned and headed off. His eyes kept peering into the darkness, long past when they could see Tommy’s retreating figure. Troy didn’t know what to make of it, but for some strange reason, he felt as if he had been kicked square in the stomach. It was a strange feeling, as he felt tears welling up at the corners of his eyes.

He really did like Tommy, had managed to not only see his cock, but to suck it off too. That had been a secret fantasy of his, and he had achieved it, so why the fuck did he feel like crying like some two year old baby? Man, he had disappointments before, had things not work out as he had dreamed, so why should this be so different?

In the meantime, he felt his own body shudder, as he realized that he more than just liked Tommy. He cared about him, in a way that was confusing. Not like he hadn’t known that he was 100% straight, but still he had dreamed of him, of wanting him, of doing things with him. They had been friends, which should have counted for something. Okay maybe they hadn’t grown up together, or been hanging out a lot, but they did share some common interests.

Maybe he had made too much of the guy, maybe this whole curious crap was just a come on? It could be that Tommy was just like him, gay but not willing to come out, to anyone they knew. Hell, even his best friend back home didn’t know, nor would he ever tell him either. Tommy might be just like him, in that respect, though the way his face looked, he rather doubted that. He wasn’t gay, and he was just fooling himself, trying to make an excuse for still wanting him. Still it bothered him, in a way he had never felt before.

All sorts of thoughts kept running through his mind, until finally he managed to collect himself. Wiping his eyes with the back of his arm, he got up and made his way back to the campus, wondering if he would ever be able to look at Tommy without thinking of today? It certainly would make practise awkward, never mind being in the locker room with him.

Wasn’t like he would have lots of time to wonder either, as there was a scrimmage tomorrow, and that meant, he would be up against Tommy. As he walked, he felt the pain inside, as well as the anger too. If he didn’t like it, why not just tell him, why tell him ‘at the time it was great’ if it wasn’t? Why wouldn’t it still be great after?

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Troy stood by the doors leading to the men’s locker room. He had a rotten night’s sleep, and had more or less gone through the whole day, as if in some daze. He couldn’t explain it, but he went from thinking nothing would happen, to imagining that the instant he stepped into the locker room the others would be waiting, to harass him or worse, pummel him.

It wasn’t rational, because for them to know, well it would mean that Tommy would have to say how he knew. He would have to admit to having his dick sucked by some fag, and somehow, he just didn’t think Tommy would be stupid enough to expose his own safety, least not that way. He might make some story up, but hell, soon as they would confront him, he’d be sure to spill his guts. No way would he take their shit, without fighting back, and that would include embellishing the blow job, making it more like Tommy had begged him for it.

Even as he planned his response, to potential trouble, he knew he’d never go through with it. He cared, which was stupid, given how Tommy had just walked away. How he had called him out, at first, then later, simply walked away. Maybe the guy was just scared, though he couldn’t see of what. No way was he going to tell anyone, nor did letting some guy suck your cock off make you queer, so it was puzzling to him.

Didn’t help how he was feeling as he stared at the doors, hearing the muffled banter going on inside, as his teammates got dressed for practise. Standing there, he realized he couldn’t put it off much longer, or he’d be late. That wouldn’t please the Coach, and the penalty was ten laps around the field. Troy really wasn’t into doing laps, not today.

Pushing the doors open, he felt his body tense, as he made his way into the main locker area. He ignored everyone as he quickly made his way to his locker, and began to pull out his pads and stuff. His heart was beating a thousand beats per second, or so it felt, as he waited for someone to notice his arrival, to start off the hazing, the attacks.

As he managed to undress and get ready to head out to the field, he felt relieved. So far, no one had said anything, and nothing had happened. He thought maybe it was a reprieve, that the real damage would be out on the field, with maybe cheap shots, or more hard bone crunching tackles. His imagination was still running wild, as he closed the locker, nearly jumping to the ceiling, when one of his team mates passed and looked at him.

He almost spoke out, asking him what he was looking at, his fists balled up at his side, but before he totally lost it, he heard the whistle being blown outside, knowing it was time to head out. The teammate was already starting to trot away, and the moment passed. He tried to count to ten, to relax, but he felt like he was walking on egg shells. Every step he took that moved him forward to outside, was like a step towards his doom, and yet he had no valid reason for thinking like that.

Sure, Tommy had bolted, sort of. If he was honest, the guy hadn’t just let him suck him off, then in disgust, rush to get away. He had laid there, for some time, and hadn’t reached for his clothes, until the end, until he had opened his damn mouth, wanting to know if he had been a good cock sucker. Christ, maybe he had scared him away?

That too had been in thoughts, not just now, but all day and hell, for most of his night too. Not like he had managed much sleep, other than some tossing & turning, some brief interludes that seemed to be no more than a few minutes. It was his nerves. If anyone was going to attack him, call him out for being gay, they would have done it before he put the pads on, or they would do it after he took them off.

Not like they would get far attacking him, while he was in his gear, and okay, maybe a few tackles would be harder, not like he would really notice, beyond the moment. Troy felt a bit better, as he started to hurry, so as not to be late. Laps were not in his plans for after, just a quick strip, dress, and out the friggin door. He’d shower back at his dorm.

Everyone was already making their way to stand before the Coach, and Troy sidled up to hear, but not make his way further in. No one seemed to notice him, and a few of the guys just nodded, as was usual, and he breathed a sigh of relief. So far things were normal, no one seemed to know, or give off that vibe. He relaxed, until the group broke up, to run the scrimmage.

As he lined up on the outside, he noticed that he was facing Cort, not Tommy. It made him hesitate for a second, and lose his concentration. He moved a step, and the shrill piercing cry of the whistle startled him. Looking to his left, he saw the assistant Coach, who was yelling something, that he just didn’t quite get, until the man repeated himself.

Troy felt his face turning red from embarrassment, and from the sudden attention he was getting from everyone else. He lowered his head, and got back into position, as everyone was certainly watching him, thanks to his stupidity.

Once more he lined up, staring out at the new cornerback facing him. His heart quickened, wondering why suddenly Cort was facing him, instead of Tommy. He didn’t dare look for him, wondering if he was even at practise. The change had made him nervous, and as the ball was snapped, as he made his move, feeling Cort’s hands reach out to try and disrupt his pattern, he stumbled a bit. His legs seemed wobbly, as he felt the other guy’s hands push at him, wondering if this was about to be the payback for blowing Tommy.

Once more the whistle was blowing, & once more he was the center of attention, as they had to do it all over again. A few of his team mates were definitely looking at him weird, as was the Coaching staff. It was like suddenly he was wearing a huge bullseyes on his jersey, as he trotted back, to the huddle.

‘Christ, get it together man, I don’t want to spend the whole practise on this stupid play.’

He just nodded at the Quarterback, and broke the huddle to head once more to his position. His heart was pounding, as he took his stance, unwilling to look beyond Cort. He stared at him, at the way his eyes looked at him from under the helmet. How piercing they suddenly seemed, as he noticed how his hands were clenching, then unclenching.

Did he know? Was this how Tommy was going to get back at him, by sending Cort to do his dirty work? If that was the plan, it wasn’t going to work, as he heard the count, saw the snap out of the corner of his eye and began his route. He saw the hands coming up to try and throw him off, again.

He twisted his body to the side, in a sort of rolling motion, and moved out of the way, watching Cort go falling forward, taken by surprise. Troy had moved unexpectedly, and now Cort was falling forward, and he had a clear run ahead. He turned his head, to look the coming pass into his hand.

Every part of his mind was concentrating on the fast approaching spiral. His hands moved out and up, as he watched the ball come towards him. His legs continued to pump, his heart pounding as he felt the hard pigskin strike the fingers. Pulling in the ball, he began to tuck it under his arm, when something made him look up, and there he was.

Tommy was racing towards him, full tilt, his legs pumping, his arms starting to lean forward towards him. He was running flat out, and Troy knew he would hit him hard. The ball was tucked hard into his side, as he saw Tommy leap forward, leaving the ground in a flying tackle.

Everything seemed in slow motion, as he watched him coming at him, like some guided missile, yet all he could think of was how hot he looked, at how his body was so perfectly displayed in the tight uniform. His legs were pumping faster, when Troy put the brakes on, leaning back. He could see the sudden surprise on Tommy’s face as his body was nearly impaled on his own.

The sudden stop, the twisting back had nearly worked, but Tommy managed to reach out and grab at his shoulder. He felt the shock of their collision, felt the hard wrench at his shoulder, as his body tried to go in two directions at once.

First his movement backwards was arrested, then the yanking pull from Tommy’s hand was pulling him off his feet, making his head lower down. His eyes saw the thigh muscle, as he fell forward, as he saw the legs up in the air. The hand held his jersey tightly, making him fall forward and out of instinct, he tucked himself up, to roll down and up.

Troy landed hard on his upper shoulders, at an angle. He felt the ground strike him and felt the lancing pain run through his whole body, as Tommy’s last gasp had worked, and had taken him down. He felt the back of his legs crash into the ground, felt his whole body bounce on the hard turf. The wind was knocked from him, as he lay there, the ball still tucked under his arm.

The pain was everywhere. He could feel it down in his legs, across his chest, and all the way down his back, as he stared up into the sky. There were stars above his eyes, dancing in a strange glowing circle, that made him laugh, which in turn made his body ache. He could feel himself coughing, feeling the hard pain in the very pit of his stomach, as he lay there, trying to gasp for fresh air. Still, he could feel the football wedged into his side, still in his grasp. That would make the Coach happy, he thought, as he tried to take some deep breathes.

Christ, that had been a surprise, to see Tommy come flying at him. Maybe that had been the plan, to let Cort take the point and then Tommy would finish him off. Well it didn’t work, did it, he thought, as he slowly raised himself up on his elbows. The rest of the team were all rushing forward, as he sat up, feeling the soreness in his body. He had shown them, not only had he made a good break from Cort, but he’d taken the best Tommy could dish out. So much for fags being sissy boys, he thought, as the cobwebs seemed to hang around.

A hand was looming in front of his face, which he grabbed, grunting at the same time. His body ached, as he was pulled up to his feet, and found himself staring into Tommy’s face. His mouth dropped open in surprise, but he quickly closed it, as the rest of the team were in ear shot.

‘You okay?’

‘Yeah, yeah just had the wind knocked out of me.’

‘Uh, that was a good move, didn’t think you could move that fast.’

‘Thanks, nice recovery on your part, you got some serious strength there.’

‘Comes from being on Defence.’

Everyone was crowding around now, complimenting them both but it broke up as the Coach approached and pushed a few of the others away. He looked at Tommy, smiling, then stared at Troy. He could feel his eyes boring into him, as he studied him, asking him if he was okay. Despite his protests to the contrary, he was made to go sit on the bench while the team continued with the scrimmage.

He hated not being out there, but he did still feel a bit woozy from the hit and landing. Wasn’t really so much the glancing hit, but the turf that had rung his bell the most. There was no doubt he would be feeling that tackle for a few days, as he leaned forward into his hands, propped up on his knees.

Gradually the fog in his head was clearing, and he managed to lean back on the bench, to watch his replacement. Cort was still playing the Cornerback position, and he noticed that Tommy was now back playing Strong Safety. Obviously the change wasn’t his decision, which made him relax a bit more.

One of the assistant coaches kept standing close by, and looking at him, which made him a bit nervous. Still it was most likely because of the hard tackle to the turf that made him so attentive, but it sure cut down and the other’s coming close. A few had come by, to tell him what a good move he had made, and how he had sure surprised everyone.

It wasn’t unusual, though he didn’t think he had been so predictable as was obvious by the remarks. He had made some moves, but then Tommy was a damn fine cornerback, so maybe now he could shine a bit more. The whole thing was odd though, and once more his paranoia seemed to be kicking in. Did they mean that they didn’t think some fag could take a hit like that, or did they even know he was gay? Had Tommy confirmed their first thoughts, or was it just him, being a nervous Nelly?

That too was beginning to weigh on his mind. If they all had guessed about him, why hadn’t he picked up on that? Worse, was how did he tip his hand? That he certainly wanted to know, and as he watched Tommy running across to make another hard hit, on someone else, he thought about asking him.

After all, it was the least he could do for him, seeing as how he had sucked him off last night. That too was in the back of his mind, making him wonder if all straight cock was that delicious, or if they all shot like Tommy had? He sighed, as he thought about the whole situation. He hadn’t asked to suck him off, and yeah, he rather did wish it had gone a lot further. Then too, maybe he needed to stop being such a worry wart. So what if his team mates knew he was Gay or thought he was. Obviously it hadn’t made any difference, because no one stopped making their jokes because of it, no one had turned away from him when coming out of the showers, so why was he so worried about it?

Shit, it was all so complicated, so confusing. I mean maybe there were a few others on the team, curious like Tommy? Now that would be something, to have some of those other beefy guys wanting to get their dicks sucked off. Course, he wouldn’t, but then again, maybe he would, depending on who was doing the asking?

Say it was that sexy running back, Philippe. He was from Louisiana and had the cutest little accent, but more than that, the guy was hot. He wouldn’t mind finding out how big he was in the dick department, wouldn’t mind a taste either of that Cajun sausage.

Shaking his head, Troy couldn’t believe some of the thoughts crossing his mind. Just because Tommy had wanted to experience a guy sucking him off, didn`t mean the others had the same curiosity. Hell, he rather doubted if any of the others did, including Philippe.

Despite the jockstrap and all that was holding his package down, he could feel it straining inside, aching too. He shifted himself on the bench, as he tried to get his mind off of his teammates, off of Tommy. The guy did look hot all decked out in his uniform. The tight pants didn’t help his thinking process much, as he noticed those firm cheeks, those massive thighs.

He could still smell him too, that aroma, as his nose had dug deep into the groin, between the thigh and crotch. How good it had felt, how tangy the scent was too. More than that, it meant he had his entire cock buried in his throat, and that was what he really enjoyed recalling. In fact, so much he didn`t notice that the Coach was approaching, until he was standing right in front of him.

Looking up, he felt his body shake a bit, wondering if somehow he had once more given himself away. It was how the man looked at him, worry in his eyes, but something more. Maybe he should say something, or not but it was decided for him.

Troy tried to protest, to tell the man that he was okay, but there was no changing the man`s mind. He was being sent to the showers, to end his practice long before anyone else would be allowed to leave. All because of that stupid hit, and the fact it had taken him a bit to get back up. The Coach was nice, but firm, telling him to hit the showers. He also told him to report to the Trainer tomorrow, which irked him. He was being let off tomorrow`s training too, or so it seemed.

Grabbing his helmet, he stood up, and walked towards the lockers, feeling dejected. He thought he had handled the hit well, and so what if he had lain on the turf for a few minutes. Christ he had just been taken down hard, what was he supposed to do, jump up like it hadn`t happened?

Walking back inside, he felt a bit dejected. First Tommy had just left him last night, which had made for a rather restless night, and nerve wracking day. Now here he was, being sent off because of a hit. It was like nothing really was working out like he would have liked. Then too, the way Tommy had looked at him, when he helped him back to his feet, was well, something different.

For a second or two, he was pretty certain that there was genuine concern showing in his eyes. Flashes that maybe he had hurt him, which made Troy wonder, if all that ‘I am straight’ stuff was true. After all, he didn’t seem to have much trouble staying hard, even after blowing his load. So was he? Was it simply a cover, so Troy wouldn’t know, or be able to use it against him?

Moving into the showers, he kept wondering about last night, and about what he thought he had seen reflected in Tommy’s face. Was it that he had meant to hurt him, but then after, felt remorse for it? Could his tackle have been a desire to punish him for actually sucking his cock?

As he soaped himself up, under the hot spray, he couldn’t help himself. His body ached, but his dick was aroused, by the strange thoughts going through his mind, about Tommy. His dick grew hard, but he didn’t care, as no one was due back for ages yet. For the first time, he actually had the shower to himself, and the hot water hitting his body felt damn good.

He felt the pain easing, felt his muscles in some places relax, while in others they seemed to tense up. As his hand moved down his legs, and around his groin, he couldn’t help but feel a bit aroused. Besides, the whole thing with Tommy was never far from his thoughts. It wasn’t right, to feel so enamoured by a straight guy, but he couldn’t help himself. There was that feeling he had, that desire that was more than just about having sex with the guy.

Not like he had many crushes, or thought of guys in a romantic way. There simply had never been a chance back home, and out here, well things weren’t all that better. Still, with Tommy, he had fallen for him, which was perplexing. Why couldn’t he fall for one of his own kind? Why the fuck did it have to be a straight guy?

The vision of Tommy’s uncut cock kept floating before him, and his own hand was enjoying the feel of his own cock. It was also remembering how good it had felt to touch Tommy, to feel his balls as he had cupped them, while licking at the underside of that rock hard cock. He was a guy, after all, and the idea of Tommy, the smell of him coupled with the touch, was still fresh in his memory.

He was stroking his cock, feeling it tremble to his touch, to his memory of Tommy. The whole thing felt unreal, thanks to the hot water that cascaded over his bruised body. The rising steam didn’t hurt either, as he tilted his head back, enjoying the memory of Tommy.

The cough made his hand tense, then drop to his side, as he realized that he was no longer alone. His body tensed, as he turned his head around, to peer out, at the entrance to the showers. He saw the figure, the tussled hair, and the dirty on the face as he looked over.

As his eyes adjusted to the steam, and to the figure standing there, he realized it wasn’t Tommy, but someone else, a bit smaller, but just as well built. He tried to turn his body away, so they couldn’t see his dick sticking out and up from his crotch, as he felt the way his heart was suddenly pounding away.

‘Uh, the Coach sent me in, to see if you were okay.’

‘Oh, yeah, I uh, I am fine.’

‘Yeah I can see that.’

Troy just stared as he watched the grin come over the small dirty face. He couldn’t believe how it made his whole face glow, or how it made him feel excited. There was no mistaking, that he had seen him whacking off. There also was a sort of, well, interest showing in his face, as the eyes were still fixed towards Troy’s crotch. He seemed to hesitate a bit, as he continued to take in Troy’s naked body, and especially his aroused cock.

‘There something else?’

‘Huh? Oh, no, guess I should get back.’

‘Okay.’

The figure began to turn around, to leave, when he stopped, and once more turned to stare at Troy. He seemed like he was about to say something, thought about it and was once more about to leave, when he just spoke, in a rush.

‘That was a hell of a play you made Troy, damn nice moves.’

‘Uh, thanks.’

‘Took us all by surprise, fuck you should have seen Cort’s face when he got up, it was a hoot.’

‘Yeah? Well uh, thanks.’

‘No prob, uh, maybe we can hang sometime? I mean, if you want, I’d sure like to learn how you do those moves, it would be handy to add to my own game.’

He was half way to answering sure, when he noticed how the guy was staring at him. His eyes weren’t looking at his face, but at his crotch, and he felt a strange tingling at the roots of his hair. The way the guy was staring at him, at how his lips were closed tightly, almost as if he was drooling, made him study the guy closer.

‘Sure, uh anytime you want.’

‘Serious?’

‘Uh, yeah.’

‘Cool, say you know where Miller’s Field is?’

‘Yeah, why?’

‘Be a great place for you to show me those moves, ground is flat, and bit softer than the turf. Maybe this weekend?’

‘I guess, what Saturday or Sunday?’

‘Sunday if you don’t mind, I got a part time job on Saturday.’

‘Sure, what time?’

There was the distant sound of a whistle being blown, which made them both realize that practise was still going on. For a brief moment, Troy had forgotten about where he was, or that Philippe hadn’t stopped staring at his naked body, despite their conversation.

‘Shit, I better get back or the Coach will make me do laps, uh, look, maybe I can drop by your dorm room later? We can sort of uh, work out the details?’

‘Sure, I guess so, about eight?’

The small figure turned and was already nearly out of sight, when he yelled ‘eight it is’ and was gone. For a few minutes more, Troy stood under the hot water, wondering what had just happened. For some reason, he felt like he had just been propositioned, or at least given an advance warning that one might be coming his way.

To be continued…

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Making the Play

Part (2)

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

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