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24May

Tough Guy (5)

Part (5)

‘Dude, you are nuts.’

‘Most likely, but I am not joking Jesse.’

‘Shit, but, I mean we’ve just, well met, how can you…’

‘I don’t know, not like I am a stranger to sex, so before you say it, no it isn’t about that.’

‘then what?’

Connie leaned back, pulling his legs up, under his chin. Resting his head, he felt the cool air, cooling the last remnants of sweat from his body. Still, he could feel the desire inside, for the young man next to him. Truth was, it was partially about the sex, because he’d never really experienced something, so completely exhausting, and yet seeming to expect even more.

Trent Stokes from Bel AmiHell even his own jacking off in his bedroom, never felt this good. It always satisfied him, but it never left him feeling like he wanted more, and right then. Not like this, where he’d already shot his load, twice, and still wanted more. It was that, but it was also, more than that.

Jesse had put his whole future on the line, to just bail him out, and no one, had ever done that for him.  Not his parents, no one, had gone that far out on a limb for him, so how could he not be attracted to the guy? Hell, how could he not want to have him with him, to not just enjoy, but well, to be a friend he could actually trust.

He’d had a few when he was younger, until they found out he was Gay, or worse, when the other’s would pick on him because his parents named him Connie. It had hurt then, and still did, so how could he be like those so called friends?

He turned his head to Jesse, who sat quietly beside him, waiting for him to answer. The way his eyes stared at him, made his heart quiver, but it did more than that. It made his soul cry, deep inside, at the idea of leaving him. He just couldn’t do it, and he prayed, he had the words, to tell Jesse why, even though he really wasn’t all that certain, himself.

‘I don’t know, not for any one reason, or maybe, shit, I am not good at words, I know how to box, to fight my way out of shit, been doing, hell, ever since I can remember.’

‘Yeah, but, I mean, to not get out of here, just ‘cuz some guy you don’t know won’t go with you? I mean…’

‘putting it that way, sounds nuts, but look, your parents, not really much different than mine, they just have a different way of getting rid of their gay kid.’

‘I guess, yeah, so?’

‘you are not making this easy for me, are you?’

‘no, suppose not, just, fuck man, you don’t know how much I want out, but…’

Connie felt a sudden chill go down his spine, as he stared deep into Jesse’s eyes. He could see the despair deep inside, the torment, that had to have been his life, growing up with parents who couldn’t stand the sight of him. He knew the feeling, but not like what he was seeing being reflected in Jesse’s face.

‘taking off with me, that’s not the kind of out, you want, is it?’

‘no, not… fuck, can’t we just, I mean look Connie, whatever those guys do, I can handle it, if not, well, it’s not like anyone would lose any sleep over it.’

It was how he looked away, hanging his head, that clinched it inside. Connie knew exactly what Jesse was thinking, which frightened him, even more than not being with him seemed to have. There was no rational explanation for it, because he had been down that path, himself. No one knew, not even his parents, but he knew how it was.

‘I would’

Jesse looked up as Connie had softly spoken the words. There was a slight trembling sound to his voice, as he had spoken the words, as his hand moved outwards, to rest lightly on Jesse’s shoulder. It was so soft, like he was afraid his touch would break something fragile. There was no mistaking that Jesse needed more, than just a bit of slap and tickle, as his grandfather would say.

‘Thanks, but come on, you don’t really know me, and well…’

‘So you think, shit man, my Gaydar may not have been working, but I know what it’s like. Maybe my parents aren’t like yours, but the bottom line, well, it is the same. Besides, I’ve been exactly where you are now.’

‘I don’t… really? You?’

‘Yeah, me, why is that hard to believe?’

‘Kind of.’

‘Why?’

‘Shit man, look at you, solid muscle, knows his way to hit back and make it count, how could a guy like you ever…’

‘want out?’

‘uh huh.’

‘I got this rep, because of what I am, not because I love fighting, fuck man, I hate duking it out, but it is my way, and you know, you weren’t exactly a rookie back there either.’

‘Not like you, but… I mean, you uh…’

‘Yeah, but I figured, why make it easier for the bastards.’

Connie reached out, and Jesse moved in closer, resting his head on Connie’s shoulder. He let his head rest on the upper part, above his chest. With his one hand, Connie stroked the hair, just letting him rest, as he thought back, to that dark moment in his young life, realizing just how close he had come.

Odd, how he had never really thought about, since, but it all made sense now, as to why he was, who he was. He wasn’t exactly a fighter, and it was the truth. He didn’t care for the sound of his fist hitting another, once it was over. Sure, during a fight, the rage, the emotions, made him relish the sounds, but he always felt sick after, and a bit, well, disappointed.

In the Ring, it was different. It wasn’t about being Gay, and so there, he felt like he could use his head, plan his moves, so they would be effective, but not like how he had taken out Tim earlier today. That was just being, well mean. Yet he didn’t feel as sick either, but then he won this time. Maybe that was why he always felt so, well, disappointed.

As he let his hand stroke Jesse’s head, he realized just how much he was willing to risk, to keep feeling as he felt now. He was tired of being disappointed. Thing is, he realized, as he held Jesse close to him, that he was disappointed with himself, more than with how the other’s acted. They did what they did, out of fear, but what was his excuse?

‘you really want me to come with you?’

He turned to look down at Jesse, to see those eyes, pooled with tears, staring up at him. He could see the disbelief, but also the hope, the need to be assured it wasn’t a dream, that he really did want him to come with him.

‘uh huh’

‘but, I mean, what if all this, is just, well because of the, you know, the adrenalin rush, from earlier?’

‘So? Least you will be away from this shit, from the crap everyone loves to throw at ya.’

‘It is scary, and yet, I can’t stand this place, but…’

‘but what?’

‘what if you get tired of me, or find someone new?’

He turned away, letting his head tilt up, and away. The feel of Jesse’s eyes on him was a bit, unsettling, as he tried to think, to wonder if maybe he was being fair to him, or maybe he was right. Maybe this was just the aftermath from the fight, but if it wasn’t? Could he not take the chance that it was real, not some weird rush after escaping?

‘I don’t know, I wish I did, but…’

‘Then maybe it’s best you go without me, I mean, I don’t want to ruin things, not now, when you’ve gotten a chance to get away, to, well you know.’

‘No’

‘You say that, like you mean it, but Connie, I mean come on, we don’t really know each other, so how can…’

‘I can’t explain it, I know it’s daft, but look, it isn’t about sex, and okay, say we do get tired of each other, say we do find someone else, do best friends stop being friends, because they find another friend? It just, it doesn’t work that way.’

‘But, I don’t know if…’

‘Look, I know you want me say something mushy, like I love you, but I am not going to say it, because well, I don’t know. Shit, I don’t even know what it is. If it’s what my parents have, well then I don’t ever want to be in love, but I know that you and I, we have more in common, than we know, and I guess, I kind of want to find that out.’

‘I know that, I think, but maybe it is just, that I am Gay too, and so I helped you out…’

‘Fuck Jesse, you weren’t the only Gay guy out there, I mean, look, I didn’t know you were, but I do know there were 2 others who are, and they weren’t rushing in to help, so no, it isn’t just because of that, it is… well it is because you did help, and I guess, all this, well, it is different, least it is for me.’

‘Me too.’

‘Then, why fight it? Let’s blow this pop stand, together, and leave those morons to pick on each other.’

Jesse smiled a bit, and he looked like he really was more relaxed, than he had been while talking. It was strange, at how his face looked almost, well like it was glowing. Then too, he sort of felt like his was, as well.

Connie sighed, realizing just how strange this day had turned out for him. From being the whipping boy for the town bully and friends, to being a protector. All in one swoop, but he was not stupid. He knew that if he stayed, if he didn’t get Jesse to go with him, that he’d never make it out of this burg, in one piece. Tim was not the kind to easily forget, and a public whipping certainly would insure he’d do everything possible to get even. Hell, he might even try to come after them, even in here, but that was for later.

Turning to Jesse, he could see that he too, was thinking the same thoughts, or at least they were in sync. He smiled, wiping the side of Jesse’s face, realizing that they were in this, together, for better or worse. He had to laugh as that thought passed through his mind, and he couldn’t help but see a small grin on Jesse’s face too. Maybe they did have a lot more in common, than either of them realized.

‘So, agreed? You’ll come with me?’

He watched as Jesse lifted himself up, and noticed how his body seemed to tense for just a second, then once more relax. Jesse stared at him, and he back at him, as if they were trying to read each other’s thoughts. He felt a strange shiver, not a cold or scary type, but something he had never really experienced before. It felt good, as Jesse reached out with his hand.

Connie could see the hand tremble a little, and then he closed his eyes, as he felt the soft touch against his own chest. How the finger felt so alive, like it was actually able to feel the blood pulsing, the heart beating. He moaned a bit, as the soft caress of the finger moved down, and around his heaving chest, feeling totally lost in how gentle the touch was.

His body leaned back, as Jesse’s finger moved down the center of his stomach, making him shudder a bit, to every touch. How good it felt, to feel this way, and once more the day’s events seemed to be lost, in a cloud of pleasure. He could feel the way his dick jerked, as the finger moved down his stomach, how it curled around his belly button. It was just so exciting, he didn’t know he could feel this way, as Jesse’s hard breath echoed in the cave.

There were no other sounds, audible, as he let the moment take hold. Connie felt his muscles tightening, then sort of just flutter a bit, as the finger moved around and around his belly. He felt the excitement, and the beads of sweat begin to form around his forehead, and between his legs. He felt the way his toes started to curl, to flex a bit, as the finger moved down below the belly button, to run across his abdomen.

The touch of his lips, against his bare chest, made him groan. He was surprised at how intense the feelings were, that were running through his body, from that soft little peck on his chest, just below one nipple. He felt his body squirm, as the waves of pleasure seemed to be growing with each second. They didn’t lessen, as he felt the finger move down, to curl some of his pubic hairs, to touch him in a way that only made him moan more. His eyes fluttered, but they wouldn’t open, as he let Jesse touch him, explore his groin. He was hard once more, and the idea that he was about to go another round, was unbelievable to him.

Sure he’d jacked off a few times in a day, now and then, but this, this was totally different. It was something he couldn’t explain, to himself. All he knew, was that he never wanted this feeling to end, or be taken from him, as he reached up and wrapped his arms around Jesse, pulling him down onto his own body.

He felt the hard poke in his side, from Jesse’s hard cock, and heard him sigh, as he let his hands move up and down the slender back. He felt the ridges of his spine, the softness of his buttocks, as his fingers clenched a mound of flesh, squeezing them, as the body crushed further into his. It was becoming too much, as he felt the hot mouth close over his own, and the tongue begin to press forward, opening his own mouth.

The taste of his breath filled his mind, as did the aroma of dried cum, of sweat, of something else, that made him groan a bit more. His body twisted, as he reached down with his hand, to take hold of Jesse’s hard cock. The heat was intense, as their bodies seemed to just melt into each other’s.

Everything became a blur. Nothing made sense, or seemed connected, as he found himself flat on his back. His legs were up in the air, his hands grabbing the ankles like he was dangling off a cliff, hanging on for dear life. Yet, he was not afraid, not frightened. In the back of his mind, he knew that Jesse had a condom, how he didn’t know, or care. All he knew was he could feel that hard cock between his cheeks, feel the pulsing muscles of his hole, as the head was wedged up against it. The waiting seemed endless, as he could feel the hot breath on his face, and for a mere instant, his eyes opened.

Staring up, he saw the blond hair dangling over and across the sides of Jesse’s face. Saw the way his eyes were glazed over, locked in an intensity he had never seen before, in anyone. Then he felt the sudden jolt, as his eyes once more closed, a huge smile crossing his face, as his body knew what was happening, long before it registered in his clouded mind. He felt the pain, racing inwards, but his body ignored it, as he found himself pushing upwards, trying to take more, quicker.

Connie could feel his breathing growing short, feel the blood rushing from his arms and legs, as his body felt the hard pole slicing into his body. He felt every inch of it, as it slid inside, stretching his muscles, making him squirm as it impaled itself deep inside. He moaned, his hands no longer able to hold his legs, as they rested over the shaking shoulders of the man above.

He was sure he could feel it throb, feel it pulse as the blood rushed through the wonderful organ, as it moved in and out of his tight valley. There was the way it felt, as it dug deep inside, then suddenly pulled back. How it felt as it was nearly out, before once more plunging inside, to fill him, to stretch his very insides.

Still, it was like time was standing still. Not only could he feel it pulse, feel it slide in and out, but he could feel the hot breath on his face, feel the lungs working overtime, as the motion inside sped up. He sensed it all, at the same time, and yet not. His body was squirming, he knew his voice was begging for more, that the rain of sweat was striking his body in a torrent, and yet he knew it wasn’t time. His own hands were a blur, sending back sensations he had never felt before, or at least recognized. How the muscles around the hips bulged, how the bone felt like it was vibrating, as his fingers clutched at them.

Everything was going so fast, yet captured in slow motion. Each drop of sweat, made a strange sound in his ears, mingled with the roar of his thundering heart, but he could hear them, pick them out. His body was shaking, with each thrust, but he could pick each sound out, each tingling sensation as it raced up to his mind.

He knew his own body was getting close, by how tight he felt in his chest, in his groin. The way his muscles were constricting, tightening with each breath, as the huge pole kept filling his insides with its throbbing power. Connie had never felt this way. It was like being in the middle of a hurricane, facing the strong winds, as Jesse’s cock kept hammering away at him.

With each thrust, each gust, he felt his body fall backwards, struggle to push forward, to meet the next hammering gust, the next thundering thrust. His body met each thrust, rose to greet each new thrust. Then, just like being caught in a hurricane, there was nothing.

A still came over them both, a quiet that was both eerie, and yet tantalizing. He knew it was time, that for the moment, the final push was readied, about to come crashing into him. He gritted his teeth, sucked in a long gulp of air, just as he felt the tip of Jesse’s cock head near his hole, near enough to almost pull out, but he knew, it wasn’t to be. His muscles tightened even more, the lining inside, already stretched, tried to spring back to their original shape, before the final push came.

One single drop of sweat fell on his chest, a strange plop amidst the silence, then suddenly he heard himself cry out in pure ecstasy, as he felt the throbbing pole lurch forwards. He felt it tremble, as it began to pick up speed, and dive deep into his gaping hole. His legs were numb, but he could feel them shake, feel the tremor of excitement being replaced by the wave of pure pleasure, as the huge pole made its way all the way inside.

Crying out, he felt his hands wrap around the shaking body that was on top of him. His legs crushed back into his chest, as Jesse’ thrust all the way in, with every ounce of strength in his lithe body. He felt the crushing blow, like a full on power hit to the chin, though a thousand times more powerful, and a whole lot more enjoyable.

The flashing lights behind his closed eyelids, the way his heart suddenly raced, made him gasp, then cry out his own pure joy. The sound echoed and echoed in the cave, adding to the waves of pleasures racing all through his body, as Jesse now lay on top of him, totally spent.

Connie had no idea how long he lay there, or how long Jesse was on top of him. It was like coming to, after being KO’d in the ring. He had no clear recollection of anything, but the force of the blow that had sent him sprawling. Yet as his mind slowly regained its composure, the memories came flooding back to him, making his body jerk, spasm.

It made Jesse open an eye, and stare at him, and inside those wide eyes, Connie knew that he had made his decision, that they just needed to wait it out, and that soon, they’d never have to worry about the likes of Tim and his ilk. He knew, that he would never have to suffer alone, his own fears, his own doubts, as he felt Jesse kiss him, then nestle his head under Connie’s chin. Nothing had ever felt that way, and somehow, he just knew, that it was only the beginning.

‘you don’t snore do you?’

Jesse looked up at him, and looked puzzled for a second, then he smiled.

‘like a damn fog horn’

‘oh great, now I have to get ear plugs’

‘or you can just find something to stuff in my mouth.’

Connie laughed, as he pulled Jesse closer, enjoying his warmth, and enjoying the idea, that when that bus left, he’d not be sitting alone.

 

 

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Tough Guy

Part (5)

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

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25Feb

Making the Play (7)

Part (7)

Just as he was about to open the door, to unlock it, the hard pounding came again, followed by the slurred voice. He could tell, that he was drunk, as he hollered for Troy to open up. He hadn’t noticed when he had called out before, but there was no mistaking that sort of drawl, that slurring of his name as he hollered to be let inside.

He held his foot by the edge of the door, wedged his upper leg against it to give himself some strength, as he opened the door, to stare at the glassy eyed face. His cheeks were a bit sunken, the eyes totally glazed over, as Troy stared at Tommy, at how his mouth was ajar. His heart quivered a little, as he remembered how much he wanted him, how much he had dreamed of having him, until now.

‘What do you want? I am busy.’

‘Hey, let me in.’

‘You’re pissed’

‘So? What you gonna tell the coach?’

‘No, but uh, I got company.’

Troy saw how Tommy’s eyes widened a bit, then narrowed as thought about it. It almost felt like he was surprised that anyone would be alone in a room with him. He felt the muscles inside tightening, as he held the door in front.

‘Yeah? Hey cool, maybe she can, is it a she? It isn’t is it.’

‘No, it’s not.’

‘Yeah well, hell who cares, another fudge packer like you?’

‘Tommy, knock it off.’

‘It’s the truth, isn’t it? He suck as good as you?’

‘None of your business, why don’t you go sleep it off man.’

He leaned up against the door, and Troy could feel his body weight pressing against it. He wondered if he was testing it, to see if he could dislodge Troy from in front, and get in, or was he just feeling the effects of his drinking?

‘I am horny, I need a blowjob, then I’ll go home.’

‘Get one of your girlfriends to do it, isn’t that why you date em?’

‘Shit no, I date em to fuck, besides, they don’t suck as good as you do, come on… move aside, let me inside.’

‘No.’

‘Why not? Thought you liked my dick? Last time you couldn’t wait to get your mouth around it, so come on, move aside, let me in and I’ll let you have it again, your friend can watch.’

Before he could reach and push him away from the door, he felt it relax, then suddenly slam into him. Tommy had leaned back, then put his whole body into his shoulder, pushing Troy off balance. He stumbled, the pain from being tackled earlier, making him cry out a bit.

As Tommy staggered into the room, Troy felt two hands grab hold of his backwards falling body, steadying him. He felt the warm body against his backside, as Tommy caught himself, from further stumbling inwards. The door had swung back, and now partially hid the hallway.

All he could hear was his heart pounding, as well as Philippe’s. He could also hear Tommy’s own panting as the three of them just stood there. He saw how doubled over Tommy was, and how his head was looking up at the two of them. The towel around his waist, had fallen, but Tommy was staring beyond his naked body, to gaze in surprise at the naked figure that was holding Troy upright.

‘You… No fucking way…’

Troy could feel the muscles tighten, in Philippe, as Tommy stared at him, his eyes bulging. The disbelief was written all over his face, but that was about it. There was no look of disdain, just shock, as he stood there, swaying a bit.

As Tommy stood there in shock, Troy realized that the door wasn’t fully closed. He moved around the slumped figure, and shut the door, bolting it so there could be no further intrusion. He turned around, to see Philippe pulling back, to sit on the bed. He had grabbed the bed sheet, which now covered his lower body, from the staring eyes.

‘Holy Shit, I never, fuck…’

‘Tommy, just shut the fuck up’

He shook his head, still staring while Troy moved around, and grabbed the small chair he had in the room. He placed it behind Tommy, who didn’t seem to notice, but then sank down onto it. His eyes never left Philippe’s face, as he just sat there, shaking his head, his mouth hanging open.

Philippe began to look around for his clothes, when Tommy finally managed to come out of his almost coma like state of shock.

‘you two an item? Or whatever it is you guys call it.’

‘What the fuck is that supposed to mean?’

‘Hey shit, don’t get all bend out of shape, you two together? Like a guy and girl?’

‘NO, fuck Tommy, why did you have to fucking barge in?’

‘Cuz, I am horny, and Troy here, well fuck man, he sure knows how to suck a cock, right Troy?’

Philippe stared at him, as he thought about what to say in answer to Tommy. He could feel the disappointment in Philippe’s look, and yet at the same time, he had stopped gathering up his clothes.

‘We aren’t an ‘item’ as you call it, least, not yet. Right Philippe?’

‘Huh? Uh, yeah, uh… you mean you’d…’

‘Yeah, then maybe uh, shit, can we talk about this later? I’d really like to.’

‘I would too, but uh, what about..’

Troy saw how he tilted his head at Tommy, and at how silent Tommy had become too, as he listened to the two of them. A strange glint came to his eyes, and his mouth grew into an odd looking smile, as he kept turning to watch the two of them.

‘don’t mind me girls’

‘Shut Up Tommy’ they boy chimed, which made them ignore him, and look at each other, which seemed to make Tommy laugh. The glint in his eyes seemed to grow, and he even licked his lips, as he stared at them both. For some reason, Troy felt uneasy, at that look, and he moved closer, to stand next to where Philippe was sitting on the bed.

Bel Ami's Tommy JonesSuddenly he stood up, which startled them both, but he didn’t make any move forwards. Instead he just grinned, then both of them stared, stunned. Tommy had dropped his pants, and stood before them both, with one very hard cock, and a leering gaze. Philippe just stared, while Troy felt his mouth open, and a strange gurgling sound escaped his mouth.

‘Well come on, which one of you is gonna be first?’

‘You are drunk Tommy, pull your pants up.’

‘I came to get my dick sucked, and I ain’t leaving till I do.’

‘You don’t mean that Tommy, now come on, pull your pants up.’

He stared at them both, and Troy felt strangely uneasy, as Tommy simply looked at them both. His eyes narrowed, as reached down with one hand, and gave his dick a bit of wank, shaking it. Troy couldn’t help but look, and remember how good it had tasted. He also noticed how Philippe couldn’t help but stare at Tommy’s cock, and in all honesty, it was a nice looking dick.

‘I said, which one of you is going to have a taste of a real man’s cock? Or do you both want to have a taste? Now that would be fun.’

His tone was angry, belligerent really and it made both Philippe and him, tense. Troy didn’t know what had gotten into Tommy, as this wasn’t the same guy he had blown earlier. This was a side of Tommy he had never seen, nor did he like it very much either.

‘Neither of us.’

‘Oh? You might want to think that one over, if you know what I mean.’

‘Don’t threaten us Tommy.’

‘Come off it Troy, you know damn well what’ll happen if the guys find out about you… and your little bum buddy there.’

‘You wouldn’t.’

‘Try me… girls.’

It was how he said it, that made Troy shiver a bit. His eyes narrowed, as Philippe took hold of his hand. This wasn’t how he had imagined Tommy to be, and yet as he looked at him, he felt disgusted, like maybe, this was the real Tommy. Not the one who had been his friend, who had given him a chance to live his fantasy. How quickly it had all changed, and now, maybe that hit, wasn’t as innocent as he had imagine?

Maybe Tommy had deliberately tried to hurt him, to get even for Troy sucking him off. Yet, why was he here, wanting more, if it bothered him so much? It had to be the booze, but Tommy wasn’t known for being a big drinker. Oh he liked to party, after a game, but not before one, not while in training for one.

‘Look Tommy, you’ve had a lot to drink, why not, give it a rest.’

‘Nope, I told you, I want my dick sucked, then, maybe, I’ll leave. Now which one of you is gonna start? How about our star running back there, kind of looks like wants to.’

Troy turned and noticed how Philippe’s dick was almost fully erect, but it was his eyes told a different story, than his physical arousal. They look so dark, so angry, and the way his hand held his, he knew Philippe was thinking of not giving in. He also knew it wouldn’t work. They’d believe Tommy over either him or Philippe.

Letting go of Philippe’s hand, he stepped forward. His eyes took Tommy’s naked body in, and he was a bit surprised, to realize, it didn’t excite him, as it used to. Things had changed, not just from Tommy’s new attitude, but from what had happened between him & Philippe.

‘I’ll do it, but Tommy, never again, got it?’

‘I’ll decide that one sport, but you’ve already had a taste, maybe our running back friend should get his share.’

‘I said I’d do it Tommy.’

‘Yeah, so? It’s my dick, my spunk, I’ll decide which of you gets lucky.’

‘I wouldn’t call it lucky Tommy.’

‘Oh you wouldn’t huh? Well maybe you need to have a taste, to be sure of that?’

‘Let it go Philippe, I’ll do it.’

‘No Troy.’

With that Philippe stood up, his muscled body seemed to quiver a bit, and Troy noticed how Tommy’s eyes moved to take it all in. The smile on his lips was different, almost like he was excited by the idea of Philippe kneeling down before him, sucking his cock. Least his cock seemed to be excited, as it jerked a bit, and looked a bit harder, bit thicker.

Troy watched as Philippe moved closer to Tommy until he was standing directly in front. He was shorter than Tommy, but had a decent build. He may not have the upper body muscles that Tommy did, but his legs looked far more powerful as he stood there, his head tilted up a little, staring at Tommy.

Sitting down on the bed, Troy could feel his muscles protest, the pain from the afternoon’s tackle making itself known, once again. He felt angry, almost to the point of wanting to just let Tommy blab it all over school, rather than let Philippe suck him off. It was an odd feeling, as he stared at the backside, at the way his spine seemed to be so perfectly ridged and aligned.

It was odd, how he felt so attracted to him, over Tommy. Sure, Tommy was being a jerk, but that was the booze talking, or was it? He narrowed his eyes, as he heard Tommy urge Philippe to get started. This was more than just a drunk needing a blow job, and he wondered if maybe Tommy really wasn’t as straight as he claimed? Maybe his gaydar hadn’t been that far off, when it was attracted to Tommy?

The sharp intake of breathing made Troy’s head snap back to the two guys before him. He saw Philippe’s head moving forward, saw the one hand reaching up and holding onto the long shaft, right by the groin.

Glancing up he saw Tommy with his head leaning backwards, the eyes shut tight, and the mouth hanging open, as he shoved his hips forward, trying to ram his cock deeper into Philippe’s mouth. He wasn’t successful, as Troy watched how he moved his head back, and Tommy hadn’t been able to take hold of Philippe’s head either.

He was too drunk, and needed his strength to stay standing, and Troy wondered what it would be like, to see him fall flat on his back, against the hard chair? Other nasty ideas came floating to his mind, as he watched Philippe bopping back & forth on Tommy’s cock. He hated seeing it, knowing that it was more that Philippe was doing someone else, than anything else.

It was jealousy, that gave him a start, as he found himself ignoring Tommy’s muffled cries. He ignored how his face grew constricted, as his eyes became glued to Philippe’s kneeling body. He watched intently as the muscles on his back moved, at how his legs remained still, how only his upper body moved in and out.

There was no way that he was sucking as well as he had sucked on him, and he felt like it was perhaps deliberate. It was sort of like Philippe realized he had to do it, but that he wasn’t into it. That his only goal was to make Tommy cum, and get it over with, not to enjoy the whole thing, as he had done with him.

The sucking sounds grew louder, as did Tommy’s panting breath, but Troy ignored them. He was too taken by how every strand on Philippe’s hair moved, as the head moved in and out along Tommy’s cock. He felt more aroused, as he watched how the butt cheeks seemed to clench, then unclench, with the upper body’s motion.

He found himself admiring his legs, at how the back of the thighs seemed to flex as the head moved in, then out. Troy could hear Tommy’s breath getting shorter, then the cry came out, the hard cry that he was cumming. Troy was surprised at how suddenly the cry of pleasure changed to one of pain, and at how quickly Philippe moved his whole body away.

Tommy doubled over, staggered even, swearing but in obvious agony, and then he fell backwards, collapsing hard onto the floor. Troy wondered what the girls below would think, after hearing that noise, but he quickly looked over at Philippe, who was standing now, near and almost in front of Troy.

He was in a wide leg stance, his hands were balled up into a fists, resting by his side but obviously ready to be raised up. Troy didn’t get what had happened, until he saw Tommy open his eyes, and sputter a curse towards them both.

‘fucking faggot’ he yelled, which made Philippe laugh. It obviously irritated Tommy, who struggled to sit upright, his hand covering his groin. His cock wasn’t visible, and Troy wondered what had happened, when Philippe softly spoke.

‘Yeah, well next time you want your dick sucked, get your bitch of a girlfriend to do it. Troy and I, we only suck on real cock, not some pussy stick.’

‘You fucker, I’ll teach you, and your bum buddy there. I swear, you are going to regret this.’

‘I don’t think so, as there are two of us, and you try to tell another soul, and I’ll tell everyone how you tried to force us to suck your cock, which is why it has teeth marks on it.’

‘Like they’ll believe a fag like you?’

‘Hey, they will when I make sure you have to drop your pants to either prove me a liar, or not.’

Tommy said nothing, as he stared at Philippe, then glanced down to where his hand covered his groin. Troy noticed the pink tint between the fingers, realizing that Philippe had bitten him, and broke skin. Fuck, that had to hurt, he thought as a grin crossed his face.

He moved his hand, to stare at his cock, that had shrunken to almost nothing. Troy could see the angry red head though, and the deep cuts that were oozing blood still. Philippe had really bitten down hard. Tommy began to pull up his pants, as he struggled to lift his butt up off the floor, his eyes glaring at Philippe, then at Troy.

‘This isn’t over.’

‘It is if you know what’s good for you Tommy, I swear it.’

Tommy lifted himself up off the floor, his stance wobbly at best, and he didn’t seem like he could keep himself fully erect either, as the obvious pain in his groin was keeping him doubled over a bit.

‘Fucking queers, who the fuck needs you!’ he shouted, as he turned and yanked the door open, stumbling out into the hallway.

Philippe moved quickly to close the door, sticking his head out to make sure that Tommy was moving down and away. Turning back, he had a huge grin on his face, as he flopped down on the bed. The way his eyes were lit up, and his face, made Troy grin back just as much. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt better than he had since the tackle, even better than when he and Philippe were touching each other.

‘That was mean.’

Philippe looked over at him, as he smiled and said: ‘Yeah, wasn’t it though?’

‘Damn, he’s not gonna be able to take a shower after practise for days.’

‘Weeks, I bit really hard.’

Troy just couldn’t help but laugh, and laugh even more. He suddenly felt very satisfied and horny.

To be continued…

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Making the Play (5)

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He shuddered a little, laying there with Philippe’s head on his shoulder. How warm it felt, how enjoyable, to feel his body nestled into his own. The way the legs wove together, and how it felt as his chest heaved while he regained his breath. It was something he hadn’t experienced before, and yet it seemed so natural, so right.

Lying there, enjoying the moment, he realized just how much Tommy had missed out. This was what sex was about, not just the moment when you got off, or when the other tasted you, but as you got ready for more, as you realized you wanted more. He couldn’t help but smile.

‘What are you thinking about?’

‘Huh? Oh, how good you tasted.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah, really.’

‘I never really liked the taste, myself.’

‘Of yours? Or just anyone’s cum?’

‘Fuck, mine, of course, not like I am some tramp.’

Dolph LambertTroy reached down and gave the hair a muss, as he laughed at the smiling face nestled into his arms. How good it felt, to be able to just talk, to relax naked with another guy, and not be on pins & needles.

‘Oh, so that makes me a tramp, ‘cuz I have tasted other guy’s cum?’

‘No, no, I didn’t…’

‘just teasing, but yeah, not everyone’s favourite, I guess.’

‘You liked it?’

It was a question he didn’t know how to answer. Not like he was some expert who had lots of taste experiences with cum, but truth was, he really wasn’t sure how he liked it. The taste before, always made him feel a bit, well nauseous, though not Philippe’s. Rolling his eyes upwards, he wondered how to say it, without sounding sappy, or like some love sick cow.

‘Well, not like I have tasted a lot, but yours, well, yeah, I liked the taste of it. Maybe because it, I don’t know, maybe because it was yours?’

‘You asking for more?’

Troy lowered his eyes, to stare at Philippe. There was a strange look of horror, on Philippe’s face but Troy could feel his cock jerking, feel it growing a bit, as it was wedged up into his side. Maybe he didn’t think he could do it so soon? Though the truth was, he was wanting something a bit more than another taste of Philippe’s jizz.

‘Funny boy, maybe I am asking if you want to taste mine?’

Funny how Philippe’s face got all twisted, as he stared up into Troy’s face. The way the eyes glistened a bit, but also seemed a bit, well, frightened. Yet at the same time, he could feel his cock, jerking a bit as it was wedged into his side. The feel of him, of how his chest seemed to heave a bit more, with the idea of maybe sucking him, of maybe having to taste him.

‘If uh…’

‘It’s okay, I am not asking, but you are welcome anytime.’

‘I uh, shit, I sound like a real jerk. I kind of do, and don’t, at the same time. It is just, I don’t know, what if I don’t do it right?’

‘You start over? Shit, I don’t even know if there is a wrong or right way, all I know is that I loved how you tasted.’

Philippe lifted his upper body up, and stared at Troy for several seconds. The silence felt weird, as he saw how Philippe stared at him, at how his eyes seemed to be searching his face for something, for some sign. He felt the ache in his groin too, as he held his breathe, not sure what was going on.

The face moved away, and stared down at Troy’s body, that lay stretched out on the bed. A hand moved up and rested lightly on his chest, just below the nipple. It felt shaky, trembling a little, as he waited. Then the hand moved down, the fingers brushing across his skin, that made him tremble a bit, with a sense of excitement.

His leg shook a bit, as he pushed it aside, further up against Philippe’s body. The hand moved down, the finger tips brushing over his pubic hairs, making his stomach muscles tighten. Troy felt sweat starting to bead up on his forehead again, as he watched the way Philippe’s hand moved down his body.

Troy could see how his face had drawn in, the muscles of his cheeks tightening. A thin white line appeared near the corner of his mouth, and he could see the brow furrow, as his team mate stared down at the hard cock, that stuck up from his crotch. The tip of his tongue darted out, licking at the lips, and Troy heard a small little gasp, as the head moved down, to rest on Troy’s stomach.

He reached out, to let his own hand caress the back of the head, just enjoying the pleasure of his body resting against his. The feel of his hot skin, at the beat of his chest against his, made him lean back, waiting. Troy sighed as he felt Philippe’s hand reaching out, feeling the tips of his fingers touch the base of his stiff cock.

It was like an electric shock, as he felt the touch, as the fingers moved around the base, pressing lightly against the hairs around the base of cock shaft. How weird, to notice the way each touch made him quiver, made him catch his breath. Troy could feel his chest beginning to hurt, as Philippe’s hand moved around, and the fingers slowly took hold of his dick.

The way each touch seemed to generate a jolt inside as he felt his eyes closing, as he felt every muscle grow tense inside. It was odd, and yet thrilling, that made him want to lift his head up, to stare down his body, but instead he found himself leaning harder into the bed, waiting, wondering how it would feel.

The way the bed suddenly moved, at how the press of Philippe’s body changed, made him close his eyes tighter. His mind was struggling with the emotions that seemed to be welling up inside, as he waited, nervous and yet excited. Would he take it, or would he try and stop? Was he maybe too big, or not big enough for him, and what about his precum? Would it make Philippe back off, because he could feel it oozing, feel it along the top of his cock head.

Troy felt the hot breath blow across the head, which made him shudder. He moaned a bit as he felt Philippe’s breath getting warmer, which meant his head was getting closer. He wanted to look, but instead clutched at the bed sheets, as he waited, his body stiff and tense. So many things were running through his mind, yet all he could concentrate on was how much he really did want it, how much he wanted to feel his cock between those soft pink lips.

His hands stopped pulling at the bed sheets, and moved up to rest on Philippe’s shoulders, then moved to take hold of his hair. He felt the strands through his fingers, as he wrapped them between. His mind could see it happening, yet all he could think about was feeling those lips. The sound, the press against the palms of his hands, were ignored, as he felt that wetness, that warmth envelop the head of his cock. Troy felt his body quiver, felt the tremors rushing up his body, as he slid his cock into the open mouth, past the lips, scraping against the teeth.

He could hear a sort of garbled cry, or maybe it was a moan? Troy didn’t care, as his hips pushed up a bit, lifting his butt off the bed a fraction of an inch or so. The feel of the flesh covering his cock, of the wet warmth the coated his head was too much for him, as his hands seemed to be pushing down.

There was some resistance, but he tried to ignore it, to just enjoy the feeling that was filling his thoughts. He ignored the gargled cries and eventually the resistance ended, and suddenly he could feel the motion as more of his cock was taken into the warm wetness. He felt his balls ache, as one hand moved to the bed, the other lay across the trembling shoulder.

Troy moaned, as the lips tightened even more, as the head moved without any need of his guidance. He could feel the tongue licking at the thick vein underneath, as more of his shaft was taken inside the warn cavern of Philippe’s mouth. The way his hand gripped at his cock, the tight hold that held his erect cock made him moan even more.

The teeth no longer scraped against the side of his cock, as it made its way in and out. He could only feel the lips sliding up and down, as more of his cock was taken. His body stiffened even more, as he felt the strands of hair lashing at his belly, as he felt the nose pressing into the soft skin of his inner thigh.

Philippe’s body moved down a bit, and he felt the hot breath against his pubic hairs, felt the nose, the way the air would blow each time it came closer until it was buried into his flesh. Troy was moaning loudly now, one hand pounding the bed, as he realized how close he was to cumming. His eyes popped open, his mouth was ajar, as he felt the heat inside, felt the way his balls were stretching as the fluid inside bubbled, as it boiled from within.

Down in his ass, he could feel the muscles tighten, feel them constrict, as his body tried to hold back, as in his mind he saw the head bob up and down over his erection. How good it felt, and yet he didn’t want it to end, not yet. He struggled to hold back, tried to keep his balls from releasing their pleasure.

It wasn’t easy, as Philippe had moved one hand up and was pushing into the stomach, the other no longer holding his cock, but digging down and under his full balls. He felt the fingers digging into the flesh of his buttocks, felt the balls slapping against the palm of the hand, as the mouth moved up and down on his cock. He had never felt like this, never felt this excited, this aroused.

Every part of his body felt like it was on fire. Even the tips of his hair felt like they were being singed, as the mouth moved faster and faster over his cock. Troy could feel the head banging into the hard roof of Philippe’s mouth, feel it as it was forced down into the throat. He cried out, knowing he couldn’t hold back, desperate to try to.

‘Oh Christ’ he called out, feeling the press inside, feeling the mounting pressure up against the very base of his cock. The lips were clenched tightly around him, he could feel the tongue’s raspy edges licking at the bulging vein on the bottom of his cock, feel the sensation of the blood rushing through the constricted membranes of his veins. His hands were pounding the bed, as his body struggled to hold back, as he squirmed across the bed itself. He wanted so much to cum, to let it fill Philippe’s mouth, but not yet, not this moment.

The sounds of rushing water filled his ears. It was like being in a far off cave, listening to a distant echo rushing inside. His body was shaking, and he was yelling, telling Philippe he was cumming, that he couldn’t hold back, but the lips still held tight.

He couldn’t stop. It was too much for him, and with one last loud cry that he was cumming, his body shot upwards. His hands reached up to grab hold of Philippe’s head, as his cock impaled itself deep into the mouth. He could feel the throat muscles contract, feel them taking hold of his cock, as the head jerked back, as the tiny slit began to widen.

As his cock head shot forward, he felt the muscles in his groin contract, felt them release the precious milk from his balls. His eyes were clenched tight, tears of pleasure being squeezed out around the corners, as his body could hold back no more. He felt, rather than heard, the gagging sound, the rush of liquid being poured out. Then he felt it, as his cum was washed back across his burning pole, and down into his groin.

Just as his body began to sink back down, he felt the spasm inside, felt the waves of pleasure rushing up his body, to overwhelm his thoughts. His body shook, as his limbs went numb. There was no feeling left in his arms, or his legs, as his entire body seemed to suddenly release itself. Every muscle that had been coiled, and tightened, was suddenly released.

Every part of his body sagged hard into the bed, as he felt his precious milk being drained out. The sensation of warm wetness around his cock was no more, but he could feel the hot spurts leave his cock, hear each one striking, before falling against his own burning skin. Troy could hear his moans, but also the gasping sounds coming from above his own waist.

The spasms racked his body for what seemed like ages, and he could feel the panting breath blowing across his stomach, as finally he managed to open his eyes. He saw the stars or what looked like stars flashing before him, until his blinked a few times to clear them from his vision. As he adjusted to the room’s light, he glanced down, to see Philippe’s head. It was tilted up and back a bit, and he noticed how the cheeks kept blowing in and out, as if he had just surfaced from holding his breath.

There was splashes across the cheeks, the bridge of his nose, and even under one eye, that Troy knew had to be his cum. He could see the chest still heaving, and noticed more splashes of his milk, around the chin, and upper chest. His own body was still shaking, still feeling the effects of his orgasm, but he couldn’t help but notice how Philippe’s body was shaking, how it was trembling.

‘You okay?’ he managed to croak out, and watched as Philippe leaned back, then slump down a bit. His shoulders sagged, as his face turned to stare down at Troy.

‘I think so, I am sorry…’

‘sorry? For what?, I never, I uh…’

‘I just couldn’t take it all, I tried, I really did, but…’

‘That’s okay, I didn’t, I mean, it’s okay, I wasn’t expecting you to take it, honest, it’s okay.’

‘I wanted to, but there was so much, I just…’

‘Philippe, it’s okay man, I should have given you more notice, I mean, I did try to hold it back…’

‘No, no I heard you, but… shit man, I wanted to try, to see if, well, to see if it did taste different.’

‘Yeah? And, was it, I mean…’

‘I don’t know, it was all so fast, so quick, and yet, I mean, fuck, I didn’t get that much, to taste that is, but fuck, you sure got me covered everywhere else.’

‘Sorry, I can see that.’

‘Feels kind of weird, in a nice way.’

‘They say it is good for the skin.’

A small smile crossed his face, as he stared down at Troy. The glint in his eye was something to see, and he felt a strange tremble inside, because suddenly it did matter to him, if Philippe did like his seed, or not. He didn’t know why, but it was like being judged for something important, without knowing exactly what.

‘Do you, I mean, do you always shoot that much?’

‘No, but you haven’t said yet, did it, I mean, was it okay? Or…’

The silence seemed to grow, and yet the way he looked was anything but positive. He didn’t know what he would say, or how he would feel if Philippe didn’t like it, but he waited, feeling a bit uneasy. It was obvious that Philippe wasn’t sure, or maybe he just didn’t know how to break it to him? Maybe he should try to put him at ease, but how?

Before he could say anything more, Philippe laid backwards a bit, leaning on his elbows. His eyes seemed to be off elsewhere, and Troy felt certain he was going to tell him he didn’t like his spunk. His chest was still heaving, but he was already beginning to feel like he was being rejected.

‘I honestly, I am not sure. It was so much, and yet, I mean, it was salty, then sweet, and well, truth?’

‘Yeah, truth.’

‘Truth is, I want to try tasting it again.’

‘For real?’

‘Yeah’

‘Sure you just aren’t some cum nut, and just want to drain me dry?’

‘Funny, but I don’t know, maybe I am and don’t know it? Or maybe you just stalling because you can’t cum more than once a night?’

‘Oh I can cum more than once, not at this moment, but I can, soon enough.’

‘Good, ‘cuz I really do think I could get into tasting a lot more, just as long as you don’t try to drown me again.’

He felt relieved, as he stared at Philippe, realizing that he wasn’t just saying those things. He really did want to try again, and Troy couldn’t help but wonder, what it would be like, to try a bit more than just swapping some cum.

‘Well give me a few minutes, and I’ll do my best to not drown you.’

‘Okay, uh, have you ever, I mean… have you ever gone all the way?’

Troy wasn’t sure where this was leading, though he had to admit, it was on his mind too. He wondered, if Philippe was a top or bottom, but from his look, he was fairly certain either way would be a first for him.

‘You mean fucking?’

‘Yeah’

‘Once’

‘You do it, or take it?’

‘Took it, it was, sore, from what I remember, hurt like hell at first really. Why?’

‘Just curious, I mean I’ve seen the videos, looks like it’d hurt a lot, even the guy doing it always seems to scrunch up their face, like its hurting their dick or something.’

Strange, he never really understood how one came to just, doing it. In the videos he had seen, well they just seemed to naturally go to doing it, though he realized that there had to be more to it, than just flipping over and ramming the cock in.

From what he could remember, from his only time, it had hurt like hell, but he couldn’t remember how he had wound up with his legs spread open, his legs up and over his head, and a guy breathing on his face, as he stuffed his hole. Man the pain had hurt, and he knew it would be a lot worse doing it sober. That time, he was blitzed, which helped, or maybe not.

Now he kind of wished he had kept his wits about him, so he’d know how to maybe, find out for himself. He also wasn’t sure how to tell Philippe, that he was as much a rookie as him. It sure sucked, not being able to ask others, but then again, maybe it really was just natural? Maybe he should just reach over, and pull the guy to him, and roll over?

‘Could be, I uh, I should say something like you get used to it, or something, just that, oh fuck, I just don’t know.’

‘Really? Me neither.’

‘Fine pair we are, but all this, I mean, damn it makes me want to, well, to do it.’

Philippe looked at him, with a growing smile on his face. It was as if he had been hoping Troy would say that, or at least give him an opening to suggest it.

To be continued…

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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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20Jan

Making the Play

Part (1)

Troy Allen from Bel AmiTroy tossed another rock across the water, watching it skip along, until finally it just sank. He felt like he was that rock, just skimming along when suddenly, he just was dropping to the bottom. Strange, to sit here in this beautiful setting, and feeling like his whole world had ended, without really knowing how, or why.

If he was honest, with himself, he knew the reason why he was feeling so alone, so dejected. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out either. He was nineteen, an athlete on a small community college team, had decent looks, and was Gay. Problem was, he forgot that he was in a small school in a small town, that word got around, yet he really hadn’t thought it would get out, least not that fast.

Maybe he had secretly wanted it to? That could explain his stupidity in trusting Tommy, or maybe he was just tired of keeping who he was, a secret? After all, he couldn’t keep on pretending he was straight, faking his taste for women when all he really wanted was a cock.

Leaning back on his arms, he stared out at the lake, at the deep blue water that glistened in the setting sun. It was a bit cool, but he didn’t notice it, as he lay there, wondering why he had opened up to Tommy. Could it have been his eyes, or maybe it was the guy’s long gentle curving blond hair that set his face off, like it was in a flowing picture frame?

Maybe he was just lusting after the guy’s solid frame, and that obvious big dick? Now that made sense, but he had seen guys like Tommy a few times before, and never wanted them, as much as he had wanted Tommy. Yet, he had felt something, more than just a desire to jump his muscular body, and swallow that huge cock in one gulp. There was a look, a way that he kept seeing Tommy staring at him, that made him think that he had found a kindred soul. Least he had convinced himself of that, which was perhaps his fatal mistake.

It wasn’t like he was a virgin but he wouldn’t call himself a pro, or even experienced. He had a few flings back in the day, and his journey to College had made him imagine a whole new world, where sex would be easier to have, to enjoy. His first day at orientation had quenched that thought, and here he was, starting his second year and so far, he had two half hearted experiences.

Looking down at his hands, he realized they had more to do with him getting off, than some other guy did. Two miserly attempts, that weren’t quite right. Oh they had been okay, but hell he could barely remember what the guys looked like, let alone recall how it felt to take them in his mouth, or take the one up his ass. It just wasn’t memorable enough, which is maybe why he had built up that fantasy about Tommy?

While Tommy was a hunk, he was more of what you would call the typical twink. He wasn’t fat, lean really and you could see his stomach ripple at times. He had some muscle, was well defined actually and he thought his curly reddish blond hair was attractive, even if it did give him a bit of a girlish look. Still, it wasn’t hanging on his shoulder like Tommy’s.

While played at the Wide Receiver spot, Tommy was a cornerback, and a good one too. Some even said he might make the pro’s one day, if he honed his skills. Gawd, how he would like to have been the one helping to hone Tommy’s skills, and not at Cornerback either, but at fucking. That was obviously no longer a realistic dream, given how angry Tommy had gotten, from that one little error on his part.

It really wasn’t fair either, because damn it, the guy was a hunk. That and the simple fact that he enjoyed flaunting his natural attributes should be made into his fault. Like, the way he always paraded around the locker room, rarely with a towel over his midriff, and generally sporting a rather good sized boner as well.

Thinking about it, what did Tommy think would happen? Why wouldn’t anyone think he was always occupied with sex? I mean shit, the guy was always first to get naked, last to get dressed. What else would any normal guy think, but that he was showing off and why wouldn’t it get noticed? Yet Tommy had made out like he didn’t even think some guy would get a stiffy over him.

All those nights, when he would dream about Tommy, about being in his arms, feeling his stomach muscles ripple as his hand would caress those perfect rippling muscles. How they would shake to his touch, to his lips lightly kissing them, making them shudder even more. He felt it, every night he would fall asleep, thinking of Tommy, so why shouldn’t he make a play for the guy?

It wasn’t like they were strangers, and in fact, had been friends. Granted that all changed from him being stupid, and from thinking Tommy had wanted it, but fuck, he was a normal guy, with a normal sex drive. All Tommy had to do, was shut the fuck up about wanting to shoot his load, to let it go, instead of constantly harping on it. In some ways, it really wasn’t Troy’s fault, because he would never have summoned up the courage to offer to relieve Tommy, if he hadn’t kept yapping about he didn’t care how, but he wanted his dick sucked.

He should have kept his mouth shut, instead of blurting out that he’d give it a try, if Tommy wanted. Like that was a smart move, and while he had gotten a sort of strange look, he hadn’t made much of it. After all Tommy had said he wouldn’t mind, and even joked that Troy was a better friend than he expected. So what was he to have thought?

In some ways, he felt certain Tommy was encouraging him, and as they were alone, why the fuck shouldn’t he have felt that way? Not like there were any of the usual girls around to show their appreciation for the team players, and besides, Tommy had made out like any hole was good, without saying it had to be a girls.

Now here he was, alone and wondering where he could transfer to, because like a sap he had offered. One thing to maybe agree to jack him off, but to suck him dry? No, despite his claims that he was just curious, that it was a thought and not something he had ever done before, it was a stupid move on his part. Worse was how Tommy seemed to egg him on, to keep on asking if he was sure, as if he really wanted him to try.

All that talk about being curious, about experimenting, was just a come on, to get him to commit, to out himself. Man he felt like such a fool, but what was worse, was he really did want to do it, to taste his hard dick, to feel it throb between his lips. More than that, he wanted to taste him, to swallow his cum, and savour its flavour as it slid down his throat.

While he did manage to get a small taste, of what Tommy’s dick tasted like, at how it felt between his lips, it was just that, a small taste. How could he have been so stupid, as to let himself actually get down on his knees, and rest his hands on Tommy’s thighs, and then stare at the hard uncut cock, licking his lips, showing Tommy how much he really did want it. That was his mistake, not being coy or reticent. He should have milked it, and who knows, maybe then he wouldn’t be out here now, thinking of how to get a transfer and get it fast.

He heard the crunch of a branch and turned his head to see the figure coming from the roadway. Troy recognized him, as he balled his fingers up into a fist, unmoving but ready. His eyes stared at the tall figure, as he made his way down towards him, and he could see he was carrying a six pack with him. It didn’t make sense, as he watched Tommy approaching.

‘Thought I’d find you here.’

‘Yeah well, here I am.’

‘I can see that.’

‘What do you want?’

‘To talk.’

‘Why? Think you said it all back there, what else is there to say?’

‘Look Troy, get your head out of your ass man, you surprised me is all, what did you expect me to do or say?’

‘I dunno, just not that.’

‘Yeah, well, feeling your mouth on my dick, I mean Christ man, I had no idea you were uh, were that way. If I’d have known…’

‘You’d have what? Not pushed your dick at me so much? Fuck Tommy, I may like dick, but I don’t like a fucking tease.’

‘Yeah, okay simmer down, I am sorry, okay?’

‘No, no it isn’t okay, I mean fuck man, you were the one itching to get blown, you were the one who said you didn’t care, and you were showing it off, what was I supposed to think?’

‘I am not Gay Troy. Sorry if me having a hardon and wanting to get off made you think otherwise, but Christ man, we’ve always joked around about it, hell everyday in the locker room someone is joking about wanting to get blown.’

‘Yeah but we weren’t in the locker room, there was just you and me, not any of the other guys, so give me a break, it was like you were trying to get me to out myself, happy now?’

‘Fuck, you don’t get it, do you Troy?’

‘Get what, that you like to fuck with my mind?’

‘No, that, well, I am curious, okay, there I admit it. I was curious, you were right, satisfied now?’

‘Huh? I mean, I don’t… why the fuck did you go all ballistic on me then? If you…’

‘I don’t know, guess it was seeing you on your knees, seeing the way your eyes were looking at me, fuck it just, I don’t know, it scared me.’

Tommy opened up a bottle of beer, and took a deep swig of it, then wiped his lips with the back of his hand. He stared at Troy, then handed the bottle to him, while grabbing another from his six pack.

‘Scared, you? I don’t, fuck Tommy, you have me so fucking confused, you mean, you really were wanting me to, but how, I mean…’

‘Shit Troy, from the first day most of knew you were probably Queer, just no one wanted to say anything to you, in case, well, in case you weren’t, or just weren’t willing to trust us.’

‘Everyone? I mean, from the first… fuck, you are just fucking with me, aren’t you? I mean…’

A cold chill ran down his spine, as he tried to make sense of what Tommy was telling him. If everyone already knew, and nothing had happened to him, why the whole scene earlier? What the fuck was Tommy’s game? Was he trying to cause trouble? It didn’t make sense, as he took the opened bottle, and drank down the remaining beer.

‘No Troy, the Coach even had a talk with us, that first time, warning us he’d not tolerate any, you know, hazing stuff.’

‘I never, I always, shit, but… why didn’t anyone say anything?’

‘We were going to, but then when you talked about girls, like you knew girls, well, we kinda thought maybe we had guessed wrong.’

‘I still, I mean why now? I don’t get… was this some sick way so you could find out if I was or not?’

‘No, not the way you mean it, just that, well fuck, it’s always been in the back of my mind, and it’s been awhile since I’ve had any, so I thought, shit, do I have to spell it out for you?’

‘Yes.’

‘Fuck.’

‘Hey, you are the one who says he’s not gay, so why come on to me? I don’t get it.’

‘I am curious, like you said, I’ve heard things, and well, fuck, you figure it out, not like you are stupid.’

‘Am or were curious?’

‘Am’

‘Then, why did you stop me? Fuck I don’t get this.’

‘I don’t know, I thought, I might, oh fuck man, I don’t know, I wanted you to, then I didn’t, cuz well, maybe what they say is true, and maybe, maybe I might like it.’

‘Being sucked off by a guy?’

‘Yeah’

Looking up, he could see the terror in Tommy’s eyes. He was telling the truth, or at least he looked like he was. Maybe it was what he wanted to see, but he lifted up his hand, and looked at the six pack. Tommy shoved his hand forward, offering him the six pack. As he reached up to grab a bottle, his fingers touched the back of Tommy’s fingers.

Troy felt a sudden shock, a strange jolt, and looking up he could see that Tommy had felt it too. Yet his eyes just looked down at him, his mouth firmly shut. He didn’t know what to make of it all, as he took a bottle out, and flipped the lid open. It was all so confusing, as he took a long pull on the beer, wiping his mouth, just as Tommy had done earlier. It made him shiver again, realizing he was stalling for time, unsure what to say or do.

Then too, the idea that he might still have a chance at realizing his dream, was beginning to come front & center in his thinking. He tried to push the thoughts away, afraid of what might happen if he let them in. He needed to think about this, but with Tommy standing there, so close, it was unnerving. How do you push away your dreams, when they are standing right there, maybe even offering themselves to you?

Looking up, he noticed how his hands clenched the six pack, how his whole body seemed to be stiff, ill at ease. Then too, there was that tell tale bulge, that said that maybe what he was saying, was for real. He couldn’t make up his mind, as his eyes moved up, to see the Pecs sticking out from the shirt he wore, from how his neck was rigid, the vein running up the one side throbbing. His whole face looked like a mask, as if set in stone, and he wondered if it would break, if he just reached up and touched the side of it.

‘I guess I can see that, but now what? You here to make it all right, or you looking for another chance to get your rocks off?’

Tommy stared down at him, a small flicker of the eyes told Troy he had hit a mark. He leaned back on his arms, taking another drink, wondering what he would do, if Tommy said he did want to try again. The idea of actually doing him, after all that had happened, was still rather exciting.

‘I already said I was sorry.’

‘Yeah, you did, so, that mean you do or you don’t want your dick sucked off?’

‘I do.’

Troy felt a lump in his throat as Tommy said the words, so softly. It was as if he was already feeling ashamed for wanting it, for being here, and a quick glance upwards, confirmed it. He could see terror in his eyes, yet also a glimmer of desire, of lust even. His eyes moved back down, to see that the bulge had grown, and he remembered how big his cock had looked, how thick.

He didn’t want to miss out a second time, and surprised himself and Tommy by how he quickly laid the bottle down, and was in place, kneeling before Tommy’s crotch. He heard the intake of his breath, as he reached up and undid the belt and popped open the button of the jeans. Troy could feel the body shaking, feel the tremors racing up and down Tommy’s body, to the touch of his hands.

Glancing upwards, he saw the terror was gone, replaced by an obvious look of desire. The eyes were wide, staring down at him, the facial muscles constricted, and a bit of drool at the corner’s of his mouth, as he watched Troy. The way his body was so stiff, how his legs were just slightly parted, made his own dick throb a bit, as his fingers fumbled with the zipper for a second, then managed to yank it all the way down.

Breathing in, he could smell the scent of the surrounding trees, and lake, but the man scent that wafted across his nostrils was more powerful, more intoxicating than he recalled. It made his heart tremble, his own legs ache, as he continued to breath in the heavenly man scent from Tommy’s wrapped groin.

He pushed his face into the soft flesh beneath the underwear, while his hands yanked the pants down from either side. He heard a small gasp, a sort of moan as the pants slid down, exposing the firm flesh of Tommy’s thighs.

Troy could feel the man’s warmth, against his face, emanating from the underwear. He could feel the hard pole jerk as his lips moved over it, held tightly by the fabric. As his mouth moved along the long tube, he came to the end, and felt the wetness that was soaking into the fabric, knowing that Tommy was leaking precious precum.

His mind was clouded, as he let his hands move up the firm thighs, to wrap around the underwear, and to pull downwards. The sound of the hard cock popping free echoed, but he ignored it, as he stared at the long pole that was now free. A tiny drop of white at the head, was all his eyes could focus on. His tongue snaked out quickly, gobbling at the precious fluid, that now swirled in his mouth.

He felt the press of hands on his shoulders, as he licked at the underside of the exposed head, tasting the sweat, the dried ooze from before, and as he pushed his face beneath, he could smell him. The rich aroma of his manhood permeated his pores, as he shuddered, as his tongue licked at the tightening skin around the pole.

Tommy’s uncut penis trembled, as his tongue moved underneath, licking at the veins wrapped around the huge pole. He felt the balls brush up against his chin, felt the hands digging into the flesh of his shoulders, as he worked along the underside. His own body was quivering, as his nostrils kept sucking in that aroma, that fragrance unique to men. The mingle of sweat, of cum, of desire, all filled his nose with its deep richness.

He sighed, as his tongue licked at the shaft, at the very root of the huge pole, making Tommy moan, making him tremble. His legs moved apart on their own, restricted from being wide open by the gathered clothes at the ankles. He could hear him moan, in a sort of hypnotic chant, that only made him take hold of the man’s thighs. His own fingers now digging deeply into the soft flesh, pushing aside the coiled muscles.

‘Oh Christ, suck it, take it, please’ echoed across the lake, as Troy moved his mouth over the top of the hard cock. The foreskin had pulled back tightly, the head was poking out, shimmering from its coating of Troy’s licking. He moved back a bit, felt the cramp in one leg, ignored it, as he pulled his head back, to stare at the glistening cock head.

His eyes fluttered as he moved forward, his lips parted slightly, as he felt the hot flesh touch. His body shook, as he opened his lips further, to engulf the burning head of Tommy’s penis. He felt the man shake, felt his body convulse in a spasm of pleasure, as his lips tightened around the skin, as the head of the cock passed between to enter his mouth.

His head began to slowly push forward, as he shut his eyes, the last vision being of Tommy’s pubic hairs growing closer. He sighed, as he felt them brush at his nose, as he breathed in deeply, before his nostrils were firmly planted into the side of Tommy’s groin. The cock was buried deep into his throat, filling his mouth with its throbbing pole, making him nearly gag from its size. Yet he managed to take it all, in one huge gulp, feeling proud of himself, feeling like he was born for this moment.

His throat ached, but relaxed as he began to slowly slide back on the burning pole, as his hands began to relax their tight grip on Tommy’s thighs. He moaned as he pulled back only a small amount, then rushed forward, his lips tightening as he did. He could hear the groan, the gasp as his mouth sucked on the hard pole, feeling the legs vibrate as he moved his head back and forth over the cock.

Tommy’s hand moved off of Troy’s shoulders, and grabbed at his hair, twisting the tight curls even tighter. He felt the press of the hands, felt the shuddering of the man’s hips, as they began to move in sync with his head. The hard press on the back of his head, the hard thrusts of the hips, nearly made him gag, but he held on, as Tommy began to cry and moan in a sort of animal type sound.

The motion was fast, faster than he had ever experienced, as he felt the ache in his own body rise. He could feel the dull ache in his ass, feel the pain as his own cock stiffened to break free from his pants. He felt it all, but also the way the cock inside his mouth was growing thicker by the second.

Tommy’s balls were slapping his chin, as they rose up to press up against the hard pole. He could hear his panting breath, as the motion of hips grew more wild, more determined, as he slammed his whole cock into Troy’s mouth. The hands behind his head moved with the hips, as they shot back, the hands pulled him back, as they pushed forward, the hands rammed his head forward to meet the force of the hips, to help drive the huge cock deep into his throat.

He felt it bang, felt it bounce off the roof of his mouth, then his cheeks, before finding his throat to slide down, then it was suddenly wrenched up and out, then back it would come, faster, and harder. Troy was groaning now, matching Tommy’s wild cries with his own. It was close, he knew that, but not that close, so he thought.

Just as he wondered if he would swallow his load or pull back before, the hands gripping his hair yanked on them, almost pulling them from the roots. The loud cry filled the quiet lakeside, as he felt the cock rear back, felt it being pulled out from his mouth. Troy struggled to hold it inside, his lips tightening as hard as they could. He felt his jaw closing, desperate to hold the dick inside, but he failed.

As the head passed from his lips, he felt the stinging stream of cum strike his mouth. The hot goo was pouring out in a huge stream, that splattered across his lips & chin. He opened wide, to take what he could of the hot milk, as it poured out in a wild spray of stinging shots. He felt a gob pass into a nostril, another strike the tip of his nose and splatter upwards across the bridge of the nose.

The sounds of Tommy’s shrieks echoed, as more hot cum splattered across his upper lip, and off to one side of his face. He felt the hot liquid splash across the corner of his mouth, where his tongue snaked out to try and gobble at the dripping fluid. He could taste some of it, from the first stream that made it past his lips, and he felt his body shaking, as it was splattered by the streaming cum.

Troy could feel his skin tighten, as the cum began to dry. He smelled its aroma, which made his own cock jerk, made his own balls throb from the need to unload. Every muscle in his body was screaming at him, as the hands holding his head let go, as the body before him stumbled backwards a bit, as the last of the cum dribbled out.

His eyes opened, to see the moist head sliding back into the fold of foreskin, half of it still exposed. The skin hung a bit around the head, looser than a few seconds ago. The head still glistened, as he stared at the softer cock, at the dangling balls that looked empty and much smaller. He felt the pain in his throat from the wild pounding it had taken. His hair tingled too, from being pulled so hard, as he leaned back on his legs.

The numbness was easing, and he felt the cramping muscles loosen, adding to his aches. His toes were uncurled now, no longer pushing into the bottom of his shoes, as he struggled to breath a bit. The cold crisp air hurt, as he breathed in deeply, his heart gradually slowing its rampant beat.

Tommy just stood there, a bit back from Troy, his underwear and pants curled around his ankles. His legs were coated with dried sweat, as they trembled still but it was his eyes that made Troy quiver. They shone so brightly, still held in the glow of the orgasm that had pulsed through Tommy’s body. Then his head moved a bit, the trance broken, as he looked down at Troy.

Instead of pulling his pants up, he just sort of let himself all down, and sit on the cold ground. His eyes were still sparkling, his chest heaving still, as he just stared. Then he gave a huge shudder, as he moved his legs further out, and leaned back on his arms, just as Troy had been, when Tommy had shown up.

They just looked at each other, as their bodies slowly came back to normal. His breathing was easier, the pain in his chest eased, as he looked over at Tommy, enjoying how he kept looking at him, kept glancing down at Troy’s crotch. He didn’t want to move, or say anything that might spoil this moment. Part of him wanted to ask, to find out how he felt, if he had enjoyed the sensation, as much as he had. Yet he didn’t want to break the mood, to maybe ruin it, so he waited, just as Tommy did.

The darkness was starting to surround them both, and still Tommy hadn’t made a move to pull his pants up. He lay there, exposed, which was fine with Troy. He liked what he was seeing, and as the time grew, he could tell that Tommy was still feeling a bit aroused, still maybe, basking in the glow of his orgasm.

‘Fuck’

‘Yeah, I do that too.’

He hadn’t meant to be so flippant, as he saw the eyes narrow, but despite the way Tommy had said it, he couldn’t help himself and make a smart ass remark. He had expected a comeback, but instead he saw how the eyes opened a bit, how the semi hard penis in his lap jerked a little.

His own eyes moved back up and Tommy averted his gaze, for a moment, as if he had been caught at something. It was almost as if maybe, he had taken Troy’s remark, as a possible offer. His heart made a sort of hesitant jerking thumb, as a bit of adrenalin pumped into his body, with the idea of what it would be like, to fill Tommy’s ass, or better yet, have him fill his.

‘I ain’t that curious.’

‘To take it, or do it?’

Troy didn’t know why he said it, but he had. Now he stared intently at Tommy, wondering if he had gone too far, if all that they had just shared, would be ruined by his brash remark. Yet even as he felt nervous, he couldn’t help but notice that Tommy didn’t reach for his pants, or even attempt to cover himself up. In fact, he noticed how his cock was a bit stiffer, the foreskin a bit more drawn back, as if the body was showing its own interest, in the insane proposition.

To be continued…

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Making the Play

Part (1)

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

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