6 comments/ 62812 views/ 23 favorites Taking One for the Team Ch. 01 By: Bright Angel I looked over at Dave from my vantage point on the bench, my locker door hanging open, my hand poised to close it. "So, did coach tell you what he'd do?" I asked. Dave stood naked at the opening to the shower room a few feet away from me. I couldn't help but notice his slim form, perfect in my eyes, hairless except for the patch of curly blonde hair above his currently flaccid dick, and his heavy balls. He noticed me looking at his cock, and he grinned, his dick starting to lift as it hardened. The air was heavy with steam, and the funk of bleach and sweaty male scents of many years. Dave's brows furrowed as he considered my question. "No. He said he was going to think about it. But he did say that he didn't want any disruptive influences on the team, and he couldn't think of anything more disruptive than THAT." Dave Wilson was the star receiver on our high school football team, the Midland, Kansas Devil Dogs, state champs last year and the year before, and on track to be champs this year, too. I was backup QB. My name's Ryan Matthews. Dave had been outed in the school paper, and now the question was, would he be allowed to stay on the team? Dave was 18, 6'3" and 210 pounds, most of it fast. He was almost a lock to make All-City, perhaps All-State, until this little problem cropped up. Where the rest of us were fighting for a little piece of fame in order to lock down a scholarship somewhere, Dave didn't need it - rich parents. Still, he played as though his whole future depended on his success. I admired that. I know it sounds unbelievable in this day and age that sexuality would be allowed to ruin somebody's future career, but this was Kansas in the early 21st century, and there wasn't always the open-mindedness you would find today. Dave and I had been doing a little pitch and catch after practice (hold the gay jokes, please), working on his routes and my throws, in case I ever got into a game. So far I hadn't, but you can never tell. As I'd moved there from Southern Cal two years before, I guess I had a little bit more of the 'big city' viewpoint. I also had a pretty good arm, but our game plan depended more on a running game, and a running quarterback who, when he threw the ball, threw it short distances. Hence, Zack Hazley as the starting QB, and me as the backup. Dave's gayness hadn't bothered me, as a matter of fact I considered him my best friend. We'd become close over the two years, maybe more so because of the problems he was currently having. And there was some undefined force pushing me close to him that I had been afraid to examine too closely. He'd told me of his relationship, 'fling' really, with Eddy Johnson, the editor of the school paper, and their sub rosa breakup, and apparently the editor hadn't been overly mature about it. Dave headed on into the shower, a distance of about 10 feet, and still in view as I continued to remove my gear. For some reason, I couldn't take my eyes off him, and more specifically, I couldn't take my eyes off his ass, and then his cock, as he turned around cleaning himself under the hot running water. His ass was completely hairless, round and full, and under the hot water, bright pink. Occasionally, Dave would bend over, and I couldn't avoid the free shots of his small, pink, tight opening between those firm globes. His cock was long, and semi-hard, the water dripping off it making it look as though he was peeing several gallons of clear piss. His cock was circumcised, with a deep red head, and a lighter pink shaft. His balls hung low, and his sac was only lightly haired. Finally he noticed me staring at him. "Um, coming?" he said, doing a matador motion to get me up. Then a look of dawning comprehension lit up his face. "Oh....." he said slowly. A grin crept over his mouth. His dick suddenly stiffened into a straight shaft, pointing towards the shower head. Dave is less cerebral than I am, but a damned sight closer to knowing his own nature. He slowly hefted his cock, hard now and a full seven inches, but slim. "I could have something here for you, if you're interested...." My face turned beet red. "Geez, just because you're a pervert, you think everyone is," I said. I stripped off my pants and jock, and damned if my cock wasn't semi-hard. I sort of hid it with my hand so Dave wouldn't see it and give me more grief. Apparently I wasn't too successful, because a dripping Dave, with cock fully rampant, came over to me as I got under the showerhead, hoping the hot water would wash away my own growing erection. I felt his hand on my ass, lightly cupping the curve of my cheek, almost tickling me. God, I had to admit that it felt good! "Hey, man," I protested, but Dave kept his right hand on my left ass cheek, then put his left hand on my right hip, facing me from just a few inches away. There was no denying what our cocks were doing now, and when Dave's hard seven inches touched my slightly smaller, but thicker, six inches, tickling it, I thought I'd cum from the excitement. "Don't deny what your body is shouting," he whispered, his mouth approaching mine, his head slanting to bring our lips closer together. I was frozen, partly with fear, more so with excitement. I groaned, just as Dave's lips touched mine, and after a moment's hesitation, I was lost, throwing my arms around him, grinding my cock into his, every forgotten jack off session that featured a man's naked body instead of a woman's, going through my head. And there'd been a few, though I'd never admitted it to myself. It was like there were two Ryans inside me. The one who swore he was straight, and had an entire school and community, not to mention girlfriends, who would swear to it. Then there was the Ryan who, behind closed doors, jacked off to pictures of naked men and boys kissing. And doing other things. But only sometimes. That's how I knew I couldn't possibly be gay. Until that night, anyway. Then even those long forgotten visions disappeared, when my hands discovered the reality of Dave's succulent, round ass globes, warm and wet under my hands. The sensation of another boy's ass in my hands was intoxicating, and I went wild with desire for Dave. I fell to my knees in front of him, as he tenderly placed his hand on the back of my head, and lifted his heavy balls and cock up for me with his other hand. I was about to taste my first cock in reality, though I'd imagined it numerous times in my jack off fantasies. I looked at the swollen red head of Dave's circumcised dick, the flared open piss slit a deeper red, and slickly wet with his creamy emission. The head of his dick, much wider than the shaft, like a plump heart shape, soft on the surface, but steel inside. The throbbing vein running down the underside, losing it in the lightly tangled pubic hair coating his sack of balls, hanging down, but full of promise as a source of Dave's salty liquid. "Suck it, Jeff," he said quietly. "Take my hard cock into your mouth, baby, make me cum in your mouth. I wanna fill your mouth with my cum." Mesmerized now, I had no choice but to lick that beautiful piece of man meat that he was offering me. I wanted it so bad.... I pursed my lips, as I imagine cock suckers do, then slipped them over the bulbous head, discovering that lots of saliva is a good idea. I already knew to keep my teeth out of the way. Slowly, his hot shaft sunk deeper into my mouth. I idly wondered at what point I was officially a cock sucker, and found that I didn't care - I just wanted that dick inside me. Dave began slowly fucking my mouth with that delicious treat. "Stroke my balls with your hand, man," Dave said. "And jack me off with your other hand." I did as he ordered, the hair on his sack feeling peculiarly wiry, and the heat of his lower cock shaft, intense. His sexy, man smell was filling my senses. It was a matter of moments before Dave put both hands on the back of my head, pulling me deeper into him. Instinctively, I began stroking him faster. "I'm gonna cum, baby," Dave moaned, his hips pumping. "Oh fuck, baby, your mouth feels so hot on my hard cock. Suck it, suck it all into your mouth, take my load, take my full load, it's sticky and hot, you're gonna love it!" Before I knew it, I felt an immense gush of creamy, salty hot liquid onto my tongue, followed by two or three more, lesser loads of his cum. I kept my mouth on him, not knowing what to do with his cum. Part of me wanted to swallow it, but part of me was afraid that would make me totally gay. "Get up," Dave said gently. I rose to my feet, and Dave put his hands on my shoulders, and looked me in the eyes. "Welcome to the club, baby," he said. I felt a special shiver at being called 'baby.' He brought his mouth to mine again, and I opened my mouth to explain that I still had a mouthful of his cum. He grinned when he saw a big glob of it separate, hanging from my upper lip to my lower. "Yeah, that's JUST the way I like it," he laughed, his lips crushing mine, his tongue invading my cum-filled mouth. We shared his cum between us, and for sure that was the moment I knew I'd fallen in love with him. His naked body felt so warm, and right, against mine. But Dave wasn't through with me. He whispered in my ear, "We have to share everything for this to be real, baby, but we have to hurry. That janitor isn't going to stay away from here forever." Dave got on his knees in front of me, sucking in my own extremely stiff cock with a more practiced technique, jacking me while he sucked. It felt more wonderful than jacking myself had ever felt, and even nicer than sucking Dave's cock had felt, although I had to confess I had enjoyed doing that, and wanted to do it again. His touch on my hard, throbbing cock was unexpectedly tender. His fingers stroked the sensitive underside of my balls, sending shivers through me, as I approached my climax. That all felt really nice, but what really made my cum so explosive, was Dave sliding his hand between my thighs, tickling my hairy sac as he went, curling his hand around, and slipping his index finger deep inside my ass hole. Nobody's finger, other than mine, had ever been up my ass. It seems logical that if I liked having my finger up my ass while I jacked off, I might also like having Dave's finger up my ass while he sucked my cock. And I did, very much! He slowly finger fucked my tight ass, and after I got over the surprise I relaxed my sphincter, making it a whole lot more pleasant. I pumped my cock hard into Dave's sucking, hot mouth, and while I was dimly aware I might hurt him, I didn't care - the sensation was that overwhelming. Dave got up and hugged me, our naked bodies in a warm and loving embrace. I began crying. "Dave, I'm not gay, why did I do that? And why did I like it all so much?" There were tears in my eyes, as I searched in his hazel eyes for an answer. "Jeff, I don't know, I went through a lot of the soul searching I guess you're going to experience, years ago. I just know that I decided that I AM gay. As a matter of fact, I'm seriously in love with a guy." "You are?" I asked, incredulously. "Who? Eddy, on the school paper, after what he did to you?" "No, not Ed. I think I'll let this guy figure it out for himself. If he turns out to love me, then maybe we'll have a wonderful life together. If not...well, I don't ever want to hurt him, or make him feel uncomfortable. But enough of that, we've got to get out of here. Would you like to talk some more later?" Dave said, a little wistfully, I thought. "Sure," I said. We went back to cleaning ourselves, but I have to confess we both did a lot of looking at each other's naked body, while avoiding touching. Maybe we could do that again sometime. I sure hoped so, though I wanted Dave to find the love he wanted so badly, even if I would be left out by his doing so. Dave and I walked home from school, and separated about a block away from my house. We only lived a block or two apart. I was trying to work up the nerve to hold his hand on the way, but by the time I got up the courage, it was time to separate. As I was getting ready to walk away alone home, Dave called me over to a deep pool of shadow. In the darkness he hugged me, and brought his lips to mine, kissing me gently and tenderly, making my head spin with lust. I felt so confused. It seemed that my resolve to 'not be gay,' melted so easily in his arms. I ate dinner, then worked on my homework. I thought about calling Dave, but decided that I should wait a little while, to at least not appear needy. When I got into bed, I made sure the bedroom door was closed, because I knew what I'd be thinking about, and I SURE knew what I'd end up doing. I slipped my hand down inside my tighty whities, and then decided to be extra sexy and naughty, and slipped them off so that I was naked in bed, the sheets cool against my skin. I brought my underpants up to my nose to smell them, and pretended that they were Dave's, and that he'd just taken them off for me, and so that I could smell them, and even lick them if I wanted. There was a wonderful collection of smells there, a slight smell of pee, from when I'd pissed earlier in the day, a few yellow drops staining the white cotton. Ass smell, as I was a chronic brown skid marks kind of a guy. It smelled sweet. Finally, the smell of sweat mixed in with a wildly exciting musky smell of some pre-cum that had leaked out during the day. The heat of Dave's body on them felt comforting against my cheek. At least I pretended it was Dave's body. By this time, I had a major boner again. I stroked it, lying on my back, my knees up. Long, leisurely strokes of my fingers around the 6" long, hot shaft, pre-cum leaking out, then cum in gooey white dribbles that came out while I was still excited and hot and sexy. Usually, when I make myself cum, there's lots of cum, but after I cum I'm not interested in eating it. But now, I was cumming, but still feeling sexy and hot. After eating Dave's load, it was a simple matter to taste my own, so I caught several gooey palmfuls of my creamy, white and sticky cum, and slurped them into my mouth, savoring the slippery, soapy feel on my tongue and gums, the odd, bleachy smell invading my nose, but exciting me, and loving the salty-sweet flavor, accented with an undefinable something else. Imagining I had another mouthful of Dave's cum blasted sensation and pleasure through my cock, and I came harder than I ever had before while jacking off. I scooped that into my mouth too, even though I didn't feel sexy after that - just happy and content. I drifted off to sleep, pretending that Dave and I had kissed, and mixed our sperm together in our mouths while we kissed. I could almost feel his arms around me, and hear his voice whispering, "Good night, baby," as he nuzzled my ear softly. Whatever was happening to me, I suspected it would cause big changes in my life. And I was so right... Taking One for the Team Ch. 02 When I saw Dave at school the next day, after that evening in the locker room, and the subsequent walk home, a look passed between us. I wasn't exactly sure what to make of it, but I knew I wanted to be with him again. I wasn't sure if he felt the same about me. During my intense jack off session the night before, I was absolutely certain that Dave would be willing to fuck me, and suck my cock, hold me, kiss me, and all the other things that excited me so much. But in the light of dawn, such thoughts seemed, well, less likely. I finally ran into Dave, leaving coach's office as I was arriving to get dressed for football practice. From the look on his face, I could see that whatever he'd heard hadn't been good news. "Hi, Dave," I said shyly, unsure of myself. He looked at me with a look of welcome, tinged with sadness. "Hi, Ryan. Hey, I saw you in the hallway earlier. You're looking good, man. And, um, I really enjoyed, you know, last night." He looked at me warily, as though he expected to be kicked, which really surprised me. "Yeah, so did I, I couldn't stop thinking about it," I said, a silence breaking out between us. Finally I said, "Aren't you coming to practice?" Dave's mouth turned down as he said, "No. Coach said I'm unofficially suspended while they consider my position. He said that he doesn't have any problem with a player being gay, but that the school board doesn't want me on the team, only they don't want to take any formal action they might get sued for later. So, basically, I'm off the team, just not officially." "Fuck!" I exclaimed. "That really sucks! Is there anything I can do?" "No, man. Just lay low. It's not the end of the world, I've still got friends that like me. And...your just thinking about me helps a lot, even if you can't show it. Um, do you think you'd be interested in watching the KU game over at my house this Saturday? My dad just got a 54 inch plasma HD, and it's sweet." He looked at me like a puppy dog hoping for a treat. I guessed he was really down after the bad news. "Hells, yeah," I said. "But I'd be there even if it was a 12 inch black and white." He grinned at that. "It's a date, then. Er, you know what I mean." He turned red, then walked off, and I looked at him as he walked away. Part of it was my wanting to say more to him, and part of it was just looking at his ass, tight, round and perfect. I felt my jeans getting tight in the crotch, and turned to head into the locker room. I missed seeing Dave turning to look back at me, too. Practice went okay, although the second-string wide receiver, Tillman, was nowhere as good as Dave, and I could see Coach shaking his head at the fifth or sixth dropped pass. I didn't have a lot of time to spend looking, though, because I was posing as our upcoming opponent's quarterback, the Lincoln High Presidents. The second string offense always practiced against the first string defense. Since their QB was a big passer, I got to air it out a lot more than usual, which I really enjoyed. It's always a thing of beauty to me, to complete a pass, even if it was only practice, and even if I WAS pretending to be one of the bad guys. Afterwards, though, my arm was a little sorer than usual from the extended workout. Friday came quickly, and being an away game, it was a close game, though we won 24 - 21. The only bad thing for me, was that I only got in for a few plays, the three extra point attempts and one field goal, as the holder, and handing off to the fullback for a couple of running plays at the end of the first half. I saw Dave after the game - he'd come out to cheer us on along with a bunch of other students, but it sure was nice to see him. We talked a little, but I had to ride the team bus back, it's a team rule for away games. On the bus, one guy tried to make some asshole comment about me talking to 'the queer,' but the other guys set him straight, as Dave was well-liked. I didn't have to do anything, but I felt like beating the guy's head in. The next day I showered and shaved first thing. Usually I don't bother on weekends, but I had a special feeling about my visit to Dave's. Quite frankly, I hoped I'd get a chance to be close with him. I put on some clean, though well-worn jeans, a long-sleeve knit shirt and a jacket, and walked over about 11, and Dave answered the door. "My parents are gone for the day," he said, "so we can relax." I hoped he meant what I thought he meant. I decided to find out. As soon as the door closed behind me, I took Dave in my arms and kissed him. "I missed you," I said, and he brought his lips back to mine, kissing me back, hard. I could feel his cock, big and hard inside his jeans. "Mmm, that's nice," I said, running my hand over the lump in his crotch, heat radiating at me. We walked, holding hands, over to his sofa, the TV already on. "God, that's a GREAT picture," I exclaimed. He had Sportscenter on ESPN, in hi-def, and it looked like the real thing when they showed game highlights. I sank down onto the sofa, and Dave at first sat in a recliner near it. "You said your 'rents were out, right?" I asked him. "Yeah," he said. "They won't be back until 6 or 7 tonight." "Well, why don't you sit over here?" I said, patting the sofa next to me. He grinned and leaped over. His thighs felt warm and firm as he slid in next to me, and I quickly turned my face to him to kiss him. We reclined back in each other's arms, our tongues swirling together, the heat of our breathing racing across each other's cheek, our hands caressing, at first over our clothes, then quickly under our shirts. My fingers went to Dave's rough, brown nipples, and I gently squeezed them, enjoying the feel of those tiny dick-like protuberances between my thumb and forefinger. He groaned with pleasure, and unbuttoned, then unzipped, my jeans, as I lay back to let him strip me. My undershorts sprung upwards, tenting out, as he lowered the zipper, and I lifted my butt up to let him pull my jeans down off my hips. There was a small wet spot where the head of my dick pressed against the thin white fabric. I didn't think he saw it, until he took the head of my cock into his mouth, still covered by the undershorts, and swiped his tongue over it. "That'd probably feel better for both of us if I took them off," I whispered. "All in good time, hot stuff," he said, leaving a much larger circle of wetness at my cock head, then sidling up alongside me again to kiss me, as I kicked the jeans the rest of the way off. As we kissed, I began unsnapping his jeans, too, then unzipping them. I was surprised when his cock, completely unfettered, sprung up through the opening. My hand encircled his hot shaft, slowly sliding up and down the smooth rod, squeezing the plump, wet head, then brushing down against the soft bush of golden pubic hair at its base. "Damn, man, you went commando. Weren't you scared of getting your cock caught in the zipper? I read once-" "Shut up, baby, I want you to suck my cock now," Dave whispered into my ear. I leaned over to take his hot, hard, leaking cock into my mouth, inhaling his manly scent, musk and sweat combined. I kissed the tip, wiggling my tongue inside the piss slit, while lightly sucking on him. My hands caressed his hot balls, firm and hopefully full of cum. I felt his hands pushing me away, and looked up, confused. "Look, the game's starting," he said. "Lean back and watch the mighty KU Jayhawks kick ass in HD." He gently pushed me back on the sofa, my ass right at the edge. While I tried to focus on the kickoff formation, KU kicking off to Texas A & M, Dave pulled off his jeans, his cute dick bouncing up and down as he moved, then knelt down between my legs. "I'll let you know when it's your turn, for now, leave the driving to me." Just as the KU kicker ran toward the ball, Dave's lips descended on my cock, slipping from the very tip all the way to the curly hair at the base, as he swallowed my cock in one try. I groaned with pleasure, and from there on until half time it was ALL Dave pleasuring me. After his 'kickoff' of impressing me with his deep-throating ability, he slowed down his teasing, expertly building my excitement for a freaking hour and a half (including TV timeouts). First, he softly and tenderly kissed up and down my cock shaft, combining his loving kisses with little licks. Up the underside of my dick, from the base to the tip, then down the topside, from the tip to the base, and then repeating on each side, over and over several times. Each time he got back to the tip, he'd give my pouting piss slit a little lick, and he was usually rewarded with a pearl of my pre-cum. He'd smack his lips when he got a good taste, and I ran my fingers through his curly blond hair every so often to encourage him. I guess my moaning might have helped too. After about 15 minutes of that, he leaned down lower to take my balls into his mouth, first sucking in one, then the other, licking, sucking, biting (gently), kissing, humming against (which REALLY felt weird, but nice) for another 15 minutes or so, letting my precum build up to an immense glob on the tip of my dick, then swallowing my cock head again. God, that felt so good, I thought I'd cum all over his face! Then he pulled back, I guess sensing my excitement. He kissed around my bush, and stomach, letting me calm down again. Finally, when I was ready to be teased some more, he lifted my feet up to the edge of the sofa, so that my legs were completely bent, with my feet next to my ass. That exposed my inner thighs all the way to my ass hole. My butt hole tingled at the thought of what he might do there. He began by kissing my inner thighs up by my knees, and working his way closer to my crotch, in no hurry at all, gauging his progress by my moans and sighs, as he built my anticipation all over again. When he moved his head in under my balls, I pulled my legs up over my shoulders, lewdly displaying my ass hole for his use. "Nice pussy, Ryan," he said. "Pink, tight but anxious to be fucked. Your little boy cunt is pouting for me, opening, then closing, teasing me, saying, 'lick me, kiss me, make love to me,' then saying, 'no, no, no please don't rape me, I'm a good boy, I've never had anything up my ass.' Umm, and it smells so sweet for me, too, baby. Your ass hole is fresh, but moist inside, and I'm going to make your little boy pussy much, much wetter, in SO many ways..." Dave began licking along the ridge between my scrotum and ass hole, slowly working his way closer to my eager little opening. I was dying to feel him inside me again, desperately pulling my legs back so that his access to my most intimate opening could be unimpeded. I could feel the pre-cum building up to flood levels in my piss slit, which was now pointed right at my face. At that moment I SO much wished I could be one of those guys who can suck their own dick, and cum in their own mouths. What I wouldn't have given then for a mouthful of cum, anybody's cum! At long, long last, seeming like hours since we started, Dave's long, pink tongue slowly invaded my tight hole, slowly taming my skittish sphincter, as though calming a nervous mustang (or better, filly). He began lovingly fucking my tight, hot hole with his marvelous tongue, fucking in and out of me, taking away a little more of my anal cherry, and I was eager to give it to him. "God, your ass is delicious, baby," Dave moaned, his fingertip tracing around my anal ring, teasing and tickling me wonderfully. His tongue felt like it went 6 inches inside me, and I wanted it even deeper, gasping with the pleasure of it all. I was thrashing around on the sofa, sweating and moaning in ecstasy. Then, Dave started it ALL over again, beginning again with the kisses and licks on my cock. I thought I'd go mad with frustration and lust, and total love for Dave. He did that three freaking times, building and building and teasing and exciting me sexually beyond all reason, until I thought I'd give anything, DO anything, to cum. Finally, Dave began seriously deep-throating me again, as he had done once initially, his cute mouth bobbing up and down on my incredible hardness, my cum gushing out into his mouth and down my cock shaft, his hand simultaneously jacking my shaft, his eyes locked on mine, maybe the biggest turn on of all, him wanting to watch me watching him suck my cock, and watching him willingly eat my cum and swallow it. All that excitement hit my teenaged brain, and I exploded into his mouth, no time to warn him, though I think he would have kept his mouth on me anyway. My hips pumped, again and again, I twisted with the near-pain of the exquisite pleasure coursing through my body and mind, as Dave captivated me forever, a slave of his love. I think I passed out momentarily, and as I came back to myself, I heard the announcer say, "and now for the start of the third quarter, A & M kicking off to the Jayhawks..." "Oh, shit," I said weakly, "you were doing that for AN HOUR AND A HALF?" Dave grinned at me. "Huh. Yeah, I guess so. You're supposed to be in shape, mister quarterback. Are you ready for THE SECOND HALF?" I looked at him quizzically. "Suck your cock, and lick your ass hole for 90 minutes? Hell, I'd sure like to give it a shot," I said. "But you'll have to bring all those parts to me," I joked. "No problem, but that's not quite what I had in mind, baby," he said, leaning down to kiss me tenderly. I could smell and taste my cum on him, and even a trace of my ass smell. It smelled good. We kissed like that, for several minutes. Me, covered in sweat, wearing just a long sleeved shirt, my bottom naked, my dick soft and tired, and a little sore. Dave, naked below, wearing a shirt, his boner hard and hungry. Without saying a word, he offered his cock to me, and I took him in my mouth, loving the taste, and the heat, and the smell, and the soft, silky feel of him in me there, slowly pumping in and out. "Get me nice and wet," he said. "Lots of lube." His meaning struck me, and I slobbered all over his cock, as he pulled it away, simultaneously lifting up, and pushing back my legs, once again exposing my already well-lubricated ass hole. "Ready, sweet thing?" he asked, his cock poised between my legs. I nodded. "Oh yeah." "Do you want it?" he asked. "Yeah. More than I've ever wanted anything, Dave," I said. "Fuck me, please." He positioned his swollen, wet and dark red cock head in the notch of my ass hole, just before pushing through the anal ring. He pressed forward, as I focused on shitting, and my hole opened up easily for him, relieving me immensely. I'd always feared it would really hurt - not that that prospect would have dissuaded me. I wanted him inside of me, possessing me, making me his, no matter how much it cost or how much it hurt. But the feeling of fullness was incredible! As he sank deeper inside me, slowly and taking care not to hurt me, the pleasure grew and grew, until finally he was all the way inside of my ass, my lover, fucking me. I felt a swelling of pride and love for Dave, and vowed to make it wonderful for him, to make HIM cum as he'd made me cum, his load of man cream filling my ass deliciously. He began pistoning in and out, his large shaft touching every part of my insides, making me his bitch, his slut. He put his hands on my shins, helping to hold my legs up, as he could see that I was tiring, my arm starting to hurt again, the one I'd worn to a frazzle in the last practice before the Lincoln game. "I love being inside of you, baby," he whispered, his eyes fixed on mine again. "I've loved you, I think, ever since I first met you. It's for sure I had a crush on you, and I had to be your friend, to be close to you. And you were so sweet and nice to me, my heart melts every time I see you, Ryan. I just...love you, love you..." His voice faded out as he concentrated on his fucking, his brow furrowing deeply. I practiced pleasing him as he moved in and out, tightening my ass muscles to grip him, then let loose, over and over. "God, that's great!" he gasped, his body pressing harder and deeper into me as he began to lose control, the pleasure too much even for him. "Oh God, fuck! I wanted to fuck you for the whole second half, now I'm fucking cumming too soon, FUCK, filling your tight, sweet hole with all my molten-hot white cream, baby, it's all for you, fucking your boy pussy, deep inside my lover's ass, fucking, I love you, love you SO much, Ryan! Oh fuck, creaming you inside, hold me..." he collapsed onto me, his cock pulling out. I had felt three or four large spurts of his cum inside me, the greatest and most intimate feeling, and still there was more of his cum jetting out, smaller puddles, onto my stomach, and laying between us as our bellies met, and we kissed. His delightfully sweaty body lay against me, for maybe ten minutes, and I thought he might have fallen asleep, when he groaned, and whispered, "Indescribable?" "Excuse me?" I grunted under him, his 210 pounds on top of me. "Indescribably fantastic. That's how it felt," he said. "Uhh, no shit," I said. "I'm the guy you teased for, like 90 minutes, remember? It felt pretty damn fine for me, too." We lay like that a little longer, then Dave said, "There's still a lot of time before my parents get back. You want to take a nap in my bed?" "Only if you're in there with me," I said. "Well, yeah," Dave said, looking serious, then giggling when he saw my smile. He took my hand and we half ran, half walked up the stairs to his bedroom. We stripped completely, his body so beautiful, then we lay down together, naked, in each other's arms, and slept for about an hour, dreaming of more of this in our future. Later, we showered together, soaping each other generously, and making sure we cleaned each other well in all the desirable places, and most of all, kissing, again and again and again, but not cumming, or trying to make the other cum, because what we had already done that day was so beautiful. Then we re-dressed, and watched the wrap up of the KU-Texas A & M game (KU lost) in case of questions. I was lost in a dream after that, but coach snapped me out of it pretty quickly, as playoffs started the next weekend. For our school to win to the state championship, we had to win two games, then play the winner of the other state division, at the State 4-A High School Football Championships in Lawrence, Kansas. We actually breezed through those first two games, and had only the one last obstacle to winning the state high school football championship for the third consecutive year, something that had never happened in Kansas. So, understandably, we were all excited. Our starting QB, the guy in front of me, was on the All-Met team, and deservedly so, he was a hell of a quarterback. He was probably the best running quarterback in the last decade in the whole state. I had no realistic expectation of beating him out, and I was okay with that. I was a pretty good passer, but I really wasn't big enough to play at a top school. I hoped to get a combined academic-athletic scholarship to some small college, and be content with that. Of course, falling in love with Dave, and his loving me, meant that I'd have to be more thoughtful as to the direction I would take after high school. The day of the game came, there was a lot of excitement throughout the state. The stands in Lawrence, at KU Memorial Stadium, were jam-packed with fans of both schools, and just about every sports reporter in the state, too. Anyway, the game was closely fought through the first quarter, with each team scoring a touchdown, so I got in for the extra point. In the second quarter, our defense collapsed, and we gave up three touchdowns. Zack Hazley, our QB, was yelling at us not to give up, talked about our proud history, and all that, but at half time the score was 28 - 7. Coach blistered our butts at halftime, and we came out fired up for a second half where we'd roar back. Taking One for the Team Ch. 02 It was on the very first play from scrimmage in the third quarter, after we'd received the kickoff and returned the ball to the forty yard line, that real disaster struck. Hazley went back and set up to throw to Clyde Tillman, Dave's replacement wide receiver, wide open on the opponents' twenty yard line, when Hazley was blind-sided by this big ass defensive end. Down he went, and as he fell, there was this loud snapping sound. You could have heard a fucking pin drop in the stadium seconds after that. Hazley was crumpled in a heap at the thirty yard line, and two defensive linemen standing next to him were puking their guts out, and turning away from him. As one, all the players on our entire team ran toward him, until Coach and his assistants shooed us back. Meanwhile, the trainers from both teams and an ambulance crew standing by raced over to him. Well, that freak accident had broken Hazley's leg in two places, Not only was there no way he would finish the game, there was no way he would ever play football again, at least competitively. I'm not ashamed to say that we were all crying like babies. Even our opponents looked scared. Coach grabbed me by the shoulder pads and dragged me over to a quiet spot far from everyone else. "Ryan, I'm going to give it to you straight. You're going to have to suck it up and lead these guys. You've been a clipboard holder behind one of the greatest QBs in the history of Kansas high school football, and that's the ONLY reason YOU haven't had the chance to lead this team. You're just as good as Hazley, and if I'm any judge, even better than Hazley. This is your team. This is your championship. This is your piece of history. Make it one that NOBODY in this stadium will ever forget!" With that he gave me a pat on the ass, and I ran out and huddled with the other ten. "We've got a little time to get our heads screwed on straight," I said to them, looking each of them in the eyes. "You guys know me, I've played with all of you over the last two years, and you know I tell the truth. If we all play together, and play our best, for Zack's sake, we can make him proud." "What about making Coach proud?" one of the linemen said. "Screw Coach," I said. "He's an idiot. Our best wide receiver was grounded because of that ass hole. Play for each other, for Zack, and for me, or I will personally kick the ass of any guy that lets the rest of us down. And you know I will." I got such a fierce look on my face that nobody grinned, and by that time play had recommenced, Zack being wheeled off the field to a standing ovation from everyone in the stadium, both schools' fans. I didn't mention the guy I was playing for, and how I might avenge what happened to him, but I knew he was in the stands watching me with loving eyes. Faced with a second and ten, I engineered a drive down to the twenty, where our kicker managed a field goal, the score now 28 - 10. On the next drive our defense held, and we got the ball back on our 25 yard line, after a punt. Coach knew I had a good arm, and we had nothing to lose, so he signaled in that I could call an audible if I saw an opening at the line of scrimmage. I did, and sent our ham-handed backup wide receiver, straight down the sideline. I aired it out a good 65 yards right into his hands on the 15 yard line, and he walked into the end zone. The place exploded. After the extra point, the score was 28 -17. I stood on the sideline as our special teams kicked off, my arm hurting like hell. I didn't say anything, figured I'd get it taken care of after the game, maybe the doctor would prescribe a cortisone shot. Our defense, fired up now, held again, and the opponents punted, our returner bringing the ball back to our own 40 yard line. We bogged down on the first two downs, so I decided to exploit the defensive secondary long again. They were easy pickings deep, Zack was more of a runner and their defensive line and linebackers had stacked the line in the first half - that's why we'd been unable to score much. Now I was just taking advantage of what they were giving us, the passing lanes. We tried a flea flicker - I pitched back to the fullback, who ran forward, handing me back the ball. Then I threw it as hard as I could and hit a flanker in the end zone after he split the zone. 28 - 24, the stadium was a madhouse, our fans jumping up and down smacking each other in joy, hell, so were all my teammates! Play bogged down the rest of the 3rd quarter, then 5 minutes into the 4th and final quarter, our opponents kicked a field goal to make it 31 - 24. Down by 7, we still had a chance, at least until our halfback fumbled on their 30 yard line, and they recovered. That quieted our side down, and I was praying for a miracle by our defense. With 1 minute, 39 seconds left in the game, their QB made one of the worst blunders I've ever seen in football. They were driving toward our end zone, and had gotten all the way to our 20 yard line. They could have just sat on the ball. He tried a pass into our end zone. The smart play would have been to run it, and eat up the clock, and worse case scenario, kick a field goal. Our safety, a guy named Ed Shabazz, picked that thing, and ran it out of the end zone to our 30 yard line. 37 seconds left in the game, and we had the ball, 70 yards from the end zone, needing a TD to tie or win. Nothing to it. I could feel the tension in the air. I looked at the other guys in the huddle, they all looked scared. "What say we put this one away, RIGHT NOW?" I said. I looked at each one, hard. "This one is going to Tillman. Run a fly pattern to the right side back corner of the end zone. The ball will be there. Just gather it in." He looked at me, started to say something, then said, "You got it, boss." We set up, and the center snapped the ball back to me. I watched the OTHER wide receiver as he ran to the left side, and the corner backs and safeties bit. They were sure I was going to throw left, and went to cover that side. Then I whirled and just flung that sucker as hard as I could to the right side, where Fumblefingers Tillman was once again wide open. He caught it, then it bounced up in the air as almost everyone started choking on their hearts coming up in their throats, then he gathered it in. I missed the whole thing, as immediately after the ball left my fingers I felt a loud pop in my right shoulder, followed by mind-numbing pain, followed by a 280 pound defensive end pancaking me into the turf. I was dazed, but I heard the cheers and stomping as our fans went crazy. The opponents' lineman, a nice guy, offered me a hand up, but when he grabbed my right hand, I screamed with pain. I limped off the field and checked in with Coach. We could kick a point after to tie, or go for two to win. "Let's win this," Coach said, and I nodded. "What's wrong with your shoulder?" he said, looking at me funny. "Nothing, Coach," I said, then huddled up with the offense at the 10 yard line. We had the ball on the opponents' 3 yard line, the score Opponents 31, Good Guys 30. If we got the ball the 3 yards into the end zone, we'd be state champs third time in a row, go down in history. If we DIDN'T, we'd be losers. I knew which choice I would make, and I'd make it for Dave. Not for the school, or myself, but for Dave, and for what those bastards had done to him. I called the play, which ideally would have the wide receiver on the left side crossing over at the back of the end zone to the right side, and as I roll out to the right a simple toss, 2 points. No one could blame me if it didn't work, 2 point plays usually don't work. And no one would know if I made it fail... The ball was snapped, I faked a handoff to the back coming up from behind. I almost fumbled the ball when he hit my right shoulder pad and pain shot through my whole right side, then I recovered and bootlegged the ball on my right hip and rolled right toward the sideline. If the receiver was open, a simple toss straight down the field would go right into his hands at chest level. If he wasn't, I could cut into the end zone if there was an opening. And as I say, usually the QB just ends up running out of bounds, or the receiver drops the ball. As I was rolling right I looked at where the receiver should have been, but wasn't. He was tangled up with the referee on the ground. I had no choice but to keep rolling and hope for the best. The sideline grew closer and closer, the end of the season and my high school career all converging. Suddenly I saw a defensive lineman slip and fall and I cut up field, no more than 2 feet from the sideline, and dove for all I was worth, praying my flight would take me over the corner marker. About one foot deep past the goal line, my flying body ran into an immobile object - this big ass, slow but hard to move defensive lineman. I crumpled up, but held onto the ball, the linesman signaling touchdown. We had made our two points, and won 32 - 30 as the clock ran out. The place was bedlam, I could hardly hear anything and my right shoulder was a mess. It seemed like it might be more serious than a cortisone shot. Our fans flooded the field, but I didn't see any of them. Flashbulbs were popping right and left in my face, everyone loves a hero, but I only had eyes for Dave as he walked across the field to me. In one of those vagaries of crowd movement, a big space momentarily opened up around us as I stood facing Dave, three feet away. He had a big smile on his face. I took off my helmet, then slowly moved to him and hugged him. It made a great photo, the hero quarterback and the disgraced former hero meeting. But the picture that people remember the most, the one they still talk about to this day, the one that changed sports attitudes forever, is the one taken right AFTER that one, the one that you can easily find all over the Internet, that shows me kissing him, with lots of tongue, and my left hand deep down inside the back of his jeans, lovingly squeezing his pert little ass. I never played football again, after that game. I had lost interest, plus my destroyed rotator cuff meant that I'd forever have trouble with something as simple as soaping up my back in the shower. Fortunately, I'd acquired someone who could help me with that.