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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.’


‘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.’


‘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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Category ¦ Athletes, Jocks

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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.’


‘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

Part (7)

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

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