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.
