Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2012 04:37:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: k d <dk2891@yahoo.com>
Subject: Reconnecting with Chris

Hey guys!  Another long time since I've had a story out, but feel free
to check out some of my older stuff in the Prolific Authors section under
"K D."  You can also join my Yahoo Groups page, which you can find at
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/dk_erotic_stories.  The premise of this story
is sort of a turn about on some of the stories in the High School, College,
and Athletic forums where the cute gay kid manages to score with the town
football star or something like that.  In this story, I have presumed that
Chris and Hank (Chris being the gay kid and Hank being the sports star)
hooked up a couple of times in their high school years, but this takes
place several years later after high school when Hank comes home and has
the chance to reconnect with Chris.  I hope you guys enjoy this story.  As
always, these people are based on nothing more than my imagination.  If you
have any comments, please don't hesitate to send them along to
dk2891@yahoo.com.

Thanks for reading!

Reconnecting with Chris

Following the Skins game against Dallas was their bye week, which was
perfect timing as far as Hank was concerned.  The team had given everybody
a few days off after their victory and since he was already in town, Hank
could spend some time in his old stomping grounds -- see some family, maybe
some old friends.  He had always imagined that he'd have time when he was a
pro to go back home and buy a house -- but it never worked out that way.
During the season, his life was a mix of practice and study that didn't
give him much time to himself.  Even in the offseason though, he found the
life of being a star was still pretty busy.  He spent a lot of time still
working out, doing commercials for his endorsements, even a little modeling
and photoshoots (he had never minded showing off his body).  Never seemed
that he had enough time to go home to Texas -- but with these days off
after the Dallas game, it was perfect.

His parents were glad to see him and, of course, so was everybody else in
town.  He was a hero to all the locals -- the small town kid who had made
it big.  The attention didn't bother him.  He'd flash his smile and sign
some autographs for some of the town kids, which pretty much made everybody
happy.  He'd seen a lot of familiar faces, but it was a name that got him
the post.

"You remember your friend Chris that used to come by sometimes?" his mother
had asked innocently one afternoon.  She was stirring a pitcher of iced tea
while he leaned lazily against some cabinets.

Hearing her mention Chris' name immediately knotted his stomach up.  He
definitely remembered his classmate that had seduced him more than a couple
of times into letting him work over his chiseled body.  He also remembered
the nervousness he had about Chris, because sometimes he wasn't as discreet
as he should be.  After a slight pause, he nodded, "Sure, ma.  Why's that?"

"Oh, well, I don't know whether you ever kept up with him -- but he moved
back into town.  He's settin' up an office on Main Street.  I think he
bought a house just outside the city limits."

His stomach loosened up as he realized it was just casual gossip about an
old friend, nothing more.  He shook his head, "Nope.  Lost track of him
when I went to UT.  I heard he went to Baylor, but that was it.  What kind
of office is he setting up?"

"He's an accountant, I think.  His daddy loaned him some money to start up
his office here, since old Don Blankenship retired.  You remember him?  He
had some legal troubles..."

And off she went, onto story telling about the old town accountant who had
managed to get himself in some troubles with the IRS.  He only vaguely
listened, nodding in all the right spots as he thought about Chris.  When
they were younger, as much as he enjoyed getting off with him, the other
man always drove him crazy.  He was practically in love with Hank, even
though he knew Hank was straight.  Hank always assumed that when he lost
track of Chris, he'd never really think of him again.  And even with the
other men that have come in and out of his life that liked to do the same
things that Chris did -- somewhere deep down, the football player knew he
still had a strange soft spot for the skinny kid that he had spent so much
time with.

Interrupting his mother mid-story, he pushed himself off the cabinets, "Hey
ma, if you don't mind I think I might head over and say hi to Chris.  Catch
up a little."

"What?  Oh, sure."  She kissed him on the cheek like he was still a
teenager, "You boys have fun."

***

As he drove down the small town Main Street, he saw the sign hanging on one
of the older offices on the strip "Chris McCoy, CPA."  He felt a twinge in
his stomach again as he pulled into one of the parking spots and saw Chris
dressed very casually in a white t-shirt and blue jeans taking a box of
trash to the dumpster.  He recgonized him immediately, but he had
definitely changed in college.  Chris still had his long-ish wavy hair and
was thin, but had filled out some.  Probably hit the gym a couple times a
week to build a little muscle tone.  He looked more mature and -- Hank had
to admit -- a little handsome.  He watched Chris toss the box into the
dumpster before turning and walking back towards his rundown little office.
As he approached, Hank opened his door and stepped out.  He smiled slightly
and offered a wave, "Hey there, Chris."

Chris had no problem recognizing Hank, breaking into a broad smile as soon
as he saw the bigger man, "Holy shit, Hank.  Great to see you!"  He
approached and without any hesitation gave Hank a strong, manly hug.
Pulling back, he marveled at the football star, "I seriously didn't think
I'd ever see you again except on the TV."

Hank chuckled sheepishly as he noticed that Chris was already looking over
his body, "You know how it is.  Seems like I'm busy non-stop, so I had some
free time and decided to come home for a few days.  Looks like you're
pretty busy too."  He gestured slightly to the office.

"Oh yeah," Chris answered, brushing dust off of his sweaty t-shirt, "and
sorry about this.  I'm kind of realizing why the rent was so cheap in this
place. Its a dump.  I'm having to clean everything out before I can even
get started.  But, I'm the only accountant in town, so I think it'll be
fine."

The football star grinned, "I always figured you'd end up as an accountant
or a lawyer or something like that."

"And I figured you'd end up splashed across our magazines and TVs," he
grinned back.  "Guess we were both right."  He paused a little and lowered
his voice, "I'm... honestly a little surprised you came to see me.  Figure
that you'd want to keep as much distance as possible given how famous you
are."

Laughing a little nervously, he nodded, "I actually kinda thought I would
too...  Don't know.  Mom said you were opening up this office and I
realized that I really missed seeing you all these years."

That last comment seemed to surprise Chris, who actually blushed a little,
"Oh?  Well, how about this.  I've got quite a bit more to do here, but why
don't you come by my place for dinner?  I'll put some steaks on the grill.
We'll... catch up.  Sound good?"

Hank laughed again as Chris sort of discreetly brushed his hand along the
bigger man's hip as he said "catch up."  Same old Chris, he thought --
remembering how brazen he'd been as a teenager.  "Sure, man.  Sounds good."
Chris gave him the directions to the house and watched Hank climb into his
rental car and go.  As Hank headed back to his parents' house, he rubbed
himself lightly -- realizing that he was already starting to get hard.

***

It was a warm, but not oppressive September evening as Chris and Hank
chatted after finishing their steaks.  "So, I have to ask," Chris finally
said, resting his elbows on the picnic bench they were eating at and
leaning forward, "am I the only guy?"

Hank blushed and turned away slightly before shaking his head and answering
in his Texas drawl, "Nah.  I always thought you would be.  Kinda just
fooling around in high school, you know?  But..."

Chris was grinning now and lifted his foot to run it along Hank's hairy
leg, "But?"

"Guys seem to like me.  I mean, girls do too.  It's just, I don't know.
Its so passionate and intense when you guys throw yourselves at me."  He
paused for a second, before smiling shyly, "I kinda dig it, though."

Letting his foot drift further up Hank's leg to his thigh, Chris asked,
"So, fess up.  Which big stars have gone after you?"

Hank shivered a little bit as Chris' foot tickled the inside of his thigh
as it pushed into the leg of his cargo shorts and grinned at the smaller
man, "Nah, nobody like that.  Though, I think Tony Romo was checking me out
during the game...  But, like, there's this young conditioning coach on the
team that likes to blow me.  And I had this professor in college..."

Chris shook his head and pulled his leg back.  He stood up and crossed
around to Hank's side of the bench.  He gently let his hand run down the
other man's muscled chest, "and to think, it all started that day in the
locker room.  You ever think about that day?  How nervous we were?"

Hank swallowed as Chris' hand drifted lower, obviously heading towards his
crotch where his cock was growing rapidly, "I do sometimes.  I think more
about the party, though.  I was so mad at you that night and somehow you
turned it in to the hottest night of my life."

Chris perked up at that comment, settling his hand on the massive bulge in
Hank's shorts and squeezing gently, "Really?  Ever?"

Blushing, Hank nodded, "Yeah.  Like I said, its always been so intense."

"Guess I should have gotten drunk and embarrassed you sooner," he said,
grinning at Hank.  He pulled his hand from Hank's crotch and stood up,
grabbing a blanket from his porch and laying it down on the grass.
"C'mere, man."

Hank felt a nervous flutter roll through his stomach, "Out here?  Anybody
could see us."  Even as he asked, he was already kneeling down onto the
blanket with Chris.

The slighter man leaned in and began to kiss along Hank's muscled neck as
one hand slid up under his t-shirt and began to caress his stomach and
chest, "That's half the fun, isn't it?"  Still kissing, he pushed Hank down
fully onto the blanket.  As he slid down Hank's body and pulled off his
flip flops, Hank looked around at the other country homes in the near
distance, wondering if anybody was watching.

He closed his eyes and sighed, however, as he felt Chris' warm tongue
running along the underside of his foot.  He leaned back on his haunches
and opened his eyes, so that he could see Chris on his knees with his pale
foot pressed to his mouth.  The smaller man had his own eyes closed as he
gently licked between each of the star's toes, before sucking each one in
turn into his mouth.  "Fuck, Chris..." he groaned, enjoying the ticklish
sensation of Chris' foot worship.  His strong hand began to squeeze and
knead his hard length while Chris continued his foreplay.  Dropping his
damp right foot, Chris slowly lifted the left and began to give it the same
treatment.  Licking lightly along the sole before teasing of his toes
individually and sucking them softly.  Hank chuckled as he continued
rubbing his cock, "You're thorough today, man."

Chris opened his eyes briefly and let his big toe fall from this mouth,
"I've been fantasizing about having another crack at you for years."  He
winked, "I'm going to enjoy this."  Dropping his other foot, he crawled
back up Hank's body and gently pressed his lips to the hunk's.  Hank
blushed at Chris' kiss but, ever so slightly, kissed him back.  He parted
his lips a bit and let his tongue dart out, tasting Chris' lips and mouth
for the first time.  The kiss lasted for only a second though as Chris
pulled back to start pulling Hank's t-shirt off of his muscled frame.  Like
a teenager again, Chris rubbed both hands along Hank's muscled chest in awe
of his physique.

This was always where Hank really started to get into it.  The way Chris
and the other guys worshipped his body and muscles always turned him on.
Something about the attention they gave him and the pure lust he saw in
their eyes did something to him.  As Chris began to tongue Hank's bicep,
the bigger man could feel his cock throbbing -- almost painfully -- inside
of his boxer briefs and cargo shorts.  He flexed, making his muscle expand
even more, letting Chris roam over his taut, hard flesh.  Chris certainly
didn't disappoint him, biting playfully at the hard muscle and slicking it
down with his saliva until it gleamed in the dying sunlight of the day.  As
he worshipped the hard muscle before him, he reached down and began to undo
Hank's shorts, feeling around for his hard cock to pull on lightly.

"Yeah... that's it..." he grunted quietly as Chris' hand gave his aching
cock some relief.  His old buddy pushed his muscled arm up a bit more,
encouraging Hank to rest it behind his head as he laid back.  Hank chuckled
quietly as he complied, giving the young gay man access to his musky
armpit.  Chris inhaled Hank's masculine scent after a long day in the Texas
summer, licking gently at the dark blonde hair there and tickling the
bigger man.  Hank groaned deeply as Chris' tongue worked through the hair
and teased the sensitive skin in his pit, while still pulling at his
massive cock.  Beginning to feel his pent up lust edging up, Hank whispered
huskily, "Sure you don't want to spend any time somewhere else, bud?"

Chris licked away from Hank's now damp armpit, kissing and sucking gently
at one of his hard pink nipples before looking up, "You're just even more
perfect than I remember.  Want every inch of you."

Hank couldn't help but blush at that compliment, but said nothing --
instead arching his back with pleasure as Chris really clamped down on his
nipple, sucking hard.  "Gah!" he yelped in pleasure as his cock spat out a
copious coating of precum against Chris' hand.  Losing some of his
composure, he cursed and gently began pushing Chris' blonde head down
towards his crotch.  "C'mon man...  I need this bad."

Chuckling just a bit, Chris decided to comply.  He slid down at Hank's
urging, kissing along his perfect chest and chiseled abs before pulling his
cargo shorts and boxer briefs off completely -- leaving the newest star of
the NFL hard and naked in his backyard.  He bent down between his legs and
began with a few long teasing licks along the length of his manhood, making
Hank shiver in pleasure.  Finally, he took his massive length in his hand
and, stroking gently, sucked the head into his mouth.  "Aw fuck.." Hank
moaned again as he cast his head back in pleasure, which only served to
encourage Chris to suck down more of his thick length.  Hank wasn't the
only one who'd had a few more experiences since high school and, since
then, Chris' skill at working over Hank's stiff tool had gotten even
better.  Clear, sticky precum flowed freely into Chris' mouth and he
swallowed it down each time he bobbed back up to the tip of Hank's cock.

All of Chris' foreplay and body worship only served to put Hank on the edge
before this amazing blowjob.  He squirmed a bit on the blanket as the
smaller man once again buried his nose in Hank's thick pubes, before
pulling back and swabbing his cockhead with his skilled tongue.  "So close,
Chris..." he muttered, but the other young man didn't even slow down.
"Kinda... uh... wanted to fuck you," he added as he could feel himself
moving closer and closer to the point of no return.  As he tried to wriggle
his cock away from Chris to keep from shooting, the handsome accountant
simply continued to suck away at him, until finally Hank couldn't hold off
any longer.  "God!  I'm cumming!"  he yelled in warning has his cock began
to spurt its thick seed deep into Chris' mouth and throat, where he began
to swallow it all down.

"Fuck... you're still amazing, Chris" he said, his glistening chest heaving
as he lay on the blanket.  "Kinda hoped for more, though."

Chris slid up the blanket and unbuttoned and unzipped his own shorts,
taking Hank's hand and putting it on his own smaller, but still very hard
cock.  "I thought I might be able to get you going for a second time...
Sorry, if that was selfish.  Want you to shoot both places."

Hank chuckled and started pulling on Chris' already slick cock and smiled,
still feeling energized by his orgasm, "Might work out that way.  Will need
to recharge though, man."

"Mmm..." Chris murmured as Hank jerked him off.  "You know..."

"What's that?"

"Just gonna throw this out.  My biggest fantasy was always that one day
after I got you off that you'd suck me, even if it was just a little bit."

Hank stopped pulling at his cock for just a second, looking over at him,
"Aw, Chris, you know I'm not into that stuff..."

Chris' voice ticked up a couple octaves into that slightly higher voice
that Hank remembered from the party all those years ago, when Chris had
been begging him to fool around, "Come on... please, man?  Never been a
little curious?"  To emphasize, he scrambled up and kneeled near Hank's
face, letting his dripping cock hover just away from him.

If he was being perfectly honest, the answer was no.  Though he'd jerked
off a couple guys as a "thank you" the idea of sucking a guy off had never
turned him on.  But, right now in his post-orgasmic bliss and seeing how
much Chris wanted it, he was considering it.  "Not really..."  he said with
some hesitation.

Inching a little closer, he whispered again, "Please, Hank.  Just a little
bit."

He couldn't really identify why, but somewhere deep down he wanted Chris to
get what he wanted after all these years.  Steeling his nerves, he sighed
quietly and leaned forward tentatively lapping at the end of his cock with
long, slow licks.

"Oh yes... Hank..."  Chris panted as his tongue connected with his cock.
Hank tasted the mostly neutral, but salty sweet flavor of his precum and
continued to lick at the tip.  The other man clearly wanted more than some
tentative licks at his throbbing hard-on and pressed his hips forward,
pushing his hard cock against Hank's lips.  His sticky precum smeared
against the surprised NFL rookie's pink lips and he offered another
plaintive, "Please" as he looked down at his cock resting against Hank's
lips.

Again, with a quiet sigh, he licked Chris' fluids off of his lips and then
opened up to let the smaller man push his manhood into his mouth.  He
closed his lips around the tip and ran his tongue all around, trying to
mimic whatever he thought felt pretty good on his cock.  He sucked gently
as he could feel his moaning buddy push more of this length into his mouth.
Having no experience at all, Hank pushed his strong hands against Chris'
slim hips to keep him from pushing in too deep -- but did his best to work
over the solid length he was now bobbing up and down on.

He didn't think Chris was going to last long as he kept moaning and
whimpering Hank's name as he sucked.  As Hank sank down onto Chris again,
as far as he could go, he inhaled the distinctly masculine scent of his
friend and -- strangely -- felt his own cock beginning to stir once again.
He worked his tongue diligently against Chris a little more eagerly as he
felt more and more turned on by what he was doing, swallowing his precum
every chance that he got.  He noticed also that Chris really began to
whimper whenever he'd pull back and really work the tip of his cock, so he
backed off and focused on the end -- using his hand to stroke the rest of
Chris' rod.

Chris' eyes were glued to Hank working over his cock and he rested one of
his hands in his light brown hair, repeating his name over and over again.
Hank sucked hard on the leaking end of Chris' cock, while flogging the
thick base.  While he was focused on pleasuring his buddy, he suddenly felt
that Chris had reached over and was again pulling at the athlete's own
growing cock -- adding another layer of excitement to this new experience.
He pulled off of his cock for one moment, just to say, "I hope I'm doing
okay..." before sucking him back into his mouth and really lashing the
sensitive underside with his tongue.

"Oh God, yes..."  Chris hissed, pulling raggedly at Hank's cock before
adding, "So close..."  It wasn't much warning, though, as scarcely a second
passed from those words until his thick load of semen began shooting into
Hank's inexperienced mouth.  He choked a bit as the first shot landed
towards the back of his throat, before pulling back with a cough and
jerking Chris off the rest of the way -- his warm seed splashing against
Hank's perfect face and lips.  "Fuck, Hank..."  he whimpered out as the
last of his seed dribbled out of his cock and dripped onto the blanket.

Hank chuckled, wiping his face clean with the blanket, turning a little red
as his let his tongue clean off his lips to taste Chris' seed.  "Well..."
he said slowly, still with the smile, "that was different."

Chris laid down next to him and kissed him again on the lips, "I know.
Thank you though.  It was amazing to do that with you."  He was still
pulling at Hank's manhood as they lay next to each other, kissing softly as
the sun faded completely away.  Pulling him strongly for emphasis he
smiled, "I'm glad you liked it.  At least a little."

Hank turned red at the comment, but moaned as Chris jerked him.  Without
addressing the blowjob, he just said, "I think I might be ready for round
two, now.  I hope you're ready."

"I'm always ready," he joked, before jerking his t-shirt up and off of his
body -- leaving him completely naked like Hank.  He again drifted down
Hank's body and began to slowly suck the athlete's cock all the way down to
the hairy base.

His back arched as Chris began to blow him again, "Fuck... Chris.  How'd
you get so good at this?"

The other man looked up and winked, "Practice makes perfect.  Don't worry
though, just getting you nice and wet."  With that he again sank down onto
Hank, sucking hard and making sure to run his tongue over every inch of his
steely length, before finally pulling up and climbing on top of his studly
friend.  He held Hank's cock up with one hand and then slowly he began to
lower himself down onto the massive rod as they both grunted in pleasure.
Hank helped steady Chris as he held his waist with both of his big hands as
the smaller man finally bottomed out, resting his ass on Hank's groin.  He
moaned, "You're so big, Hank." He squirmed just a little on top of Hank,
enjoying the feeling of the bigger man's cockhead nestled up against his
sensitive prostate, before starting to pull back up.

Hank only moaned in pleasure as he lifted his hips off of the blanket to
drive his cock back into Chris to the hilt.  As his cock drove home, the
young accountant yelped in pleasure and threw his head back -- his own cock
still hard as a rock and pointing out from his groin, despite having shot
just minutes ago.  "Fuck me, Hank.  Come on!"

Instead of really riding him, Chris hovered above Hank's crotch, happy to
let the more athletic man pound him from below.  Hank gladly obliged,
quickly getting into a fast rhythm of lifting his hips off the ground and
pounding the smaller man.  Each time he struck Chris' prostate, he cried
out in pleasure -- any concerns about drawing the attention of the
neighbors lost as they fucked in the dim light of dusk.  A light sheen of
sweat began to break out across both their bodies as Hank worked feverishly
to get them both off a second time.  Chris began to flog himself
mercilessly as Hank drilled him, whimpering and calling out his name.

"So tight, Chris...  fuck..." he grunted as the sound of his skin slapping
against Chris' rang out through the backyard.  Feeling safe to steady his
buddy with one hand, he pulled the other from Chris' waist and began to
work one of his own sensitive nipples.

"Relax, love," Chris said -- Hank not even paying attention to the name --
and continued, "I want to take over."  Hank, breathing heavily and his
heart pounding in his chest, happily relented from the exertion and groaned
loudly as Chris lowered himself back onto his cock, squeezing his ass
divinely around his rod.  He began to bounce up and down on his lap,
milking the stud's cock for his cum while flogging his own leaking prick.

Chris stayed like that, riding up and down on Hank's shaft for what seemed
like an eternity as they weren't nearly as keyed up as before.  Both men
were moaning and groaning as their sweat slicked bodies collided
repeatedly, before Hank finally began to really squirm beneath Chris.  "Not
gonna last much... ugh!" he cried out as his load began to coat the inside
of Chris' ass, even as the smaller man began to shoot his own load all over
Hank's chest and stomach as they came at almost the same time.

Letting himself settle down onto Hank, Chris continued to pump away at his
cock trying to pull every lost drop of cum out and let it fall on Hank's
sweaty torso.  Finally, as they both came down, Chris pulled off and laid
on the blanket again next to his friend.  He curled up next to him and laid
his head on his muscular chest, whispering, "I love you."

Hank chuckled and gently rubbed his back, "I know."

"Don't think you could love me?"

Hank paused, trying to word his answer carefully to not hurt his friend's
feelings, "I'm not gay, Chris.  I like fooling around with you, but I don't
imagine myself with guys.  want a wife and kids some day."  Even as he said
it, he wasn't so sure though.  He knew part of it was true, at least.  He
didn't consider himself gay and he had always imagined himself with a wife
and kids.  At the same time...  he wasn't sure anymore how he felt about
Chris completely.

Without knowing the internal questions Hank had, Chris sighed, but nodded
-- giving his chest a quick kiss - "I know.  Will you stay here tonight
though?"

Hank nodded, feeling a little bad for disappointing Chris once again,
"Sure."  They stayed like that until the last bit of sun faded from the sky
before going inside and enjoying the rest of the night like old friends.

***

Thanks again for reading!