Date: Tue, 19 Jan 2016 21:52:43 +0000 (UTC)
From: Charlie <cosmic709@yahoo.com>
Subject: Quarterback Keeper, 17

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Quarterback Keeper, Part 17
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After Nick and Tom came out the response was mixed. After a couple of days,
it started to trend toward the positive. Of course, there were some people
who gave both of them a hard time. For the first time in a year, since Tom
had said it, Nick had been called a fag in school. It didn't bother
him. The people who seemed to have the biggest problem with him being gay
were people he never really spent time with. None of his friends or
acquaintances, none of the people he liked being around, seemed to
care. Or, if they did care, they didn't say anything.

Things were harder for Tom. He was accustomed to everyone liking him and
looking up to him. If he failed or screwed up, he had enough positive
accomplishments in reserve to cover his mistakes. He was a crummy
basketball player, but he was good at football and that made up for it. On
the rare occasions when he blew a game, people would be angry, but he knew
he deserved it.

Now there were people who disliked him simply because of who he was
dating. It felt unfair, and he became slightly depressed. Nick, in
particular, tried to convince him that it wasn't so bad. Almost everyone
still thought that Tom was God's gift to humanity and the girls were
practically worshipping him now. Maybe a few people had a problem with him,
but that had always been the case.

"You're serious?" Tom asked Nick. They were eating lunch together. As
people walked by, they both felt like they were zoo animals on display.

"I didn't really like you." Nick said with a smile. "I mean, I thought you
were hot, but you seemed kind of arrogant."

"I'm not arrogant." Tom said.

"You've got a little bit of an arrogant side, dude." Nick said back, "And
don't' forget that you called me a fag and crushed me into a locker."

Tom's face turned bright red and he looked down at the table. "I'm still
embarrassed about that. Like, I really regret it."

"I don't." Nick said, "It turned out ok, you know."

"True. So I wasn't Mr. Popular before and I shouldn't expect to be now."

"No," Nick said, "You were Mr. Popular before, but that doesn't mean that
there weren't a few people who didn't like you. Just relax, ok? You're
still a cool guy, you're still sexy as hell, and you're still a jock. Most
people know that; the rest will figure it out. Just give them time."

Tom nodded and took Nick's advice. Over the course of the next week, things
did seem to calm down. One thing that Tom hadn't expected was the attention
that he would get from the girls. They were, literally, all over him, and
all of them were clamoring to be his new best friend. Since grade school,
Tom had never been `friends' with a girl. It had always been clear that he
was pursuing them. Even when he was twelve or thirteen, his friends who
were girls quickly turned into his girlfriends. On the plus side, the dudes
at school pretty much followed the girls, so most guys were cool around
Tom. It wasn't popular to be a homophobe, not at his school and not around
these girls, so the guys fell into line quickly.

Tom was completely at a loss about how to deal with all the attention. He
didn't want to become friends with a girl, because he was afraid that it
might lead somewhere. The last thing he wanted at this moment was any
resurgence of his old, heterosexual feelings. He'd finally figured out that
he liked guys and come to peace with it, he didn't want to fuck all that
up. So, he tolerated the female attention, but played `hard to get' with
the girls who were looking for a new gay best friend.

Tom found himself in the cafeteria once again, sitting with Nick. While he
didn't feel like a zoo animal on display anymore, people were still staring
at the only openly gay couple in the school out of the corner of their
eyes.

"I'm ready to get out of here." Tom said.

"I've still got a class," Nick said.

"Nah, I mean this place." Tom said, "I'm ready for college, you know, a
fresh start." He saw Nick's face go slack. Even though they hadn't talked
about it, Tom knew that Nick was terrified that Tom was going to drop him
when he got to college, "With you too. A fresh start for us. Without the
past hanging around."

"Yeah, I guess that'll be fun."

Tom looked down at his plate. Nick didn't get it. Everywhere Tom went and
everyone he met expected something from him. He was supposed to be one way,
and it was a huge amount of pressure. He looked forward to the day when he
could walk into a classroom and no one would know him. For the first time
in his life, he'd be able to decide who and what he wanted to be.

"I, uh, got invited to a party tonight. On campus." Nick said to Tom. He
hadn't even considered going until now. But if Tom was looking to escape
the pressure cooker of their high school, getting away from that usual
crowd might help.

"You've got a lead on a party and you didn't tell us?" Tom asked, thinking
about Austin and Chris too.

"I guess I was too nervous to think about going. That guy I met a while
back told me about it." Nick said.

"Yeah? Is he still in the picture?"

"We text." Nick said, "And he sends me dick pics." Nick pulled some up and
shoved his phone over to Tom, who studied them like it was the first cock
he'd ever seen.

"We should go." Tom said. He looked at Nick, who seemed hesitant. "We're
going. Wear something sexy, I don't want you to embarrass me."

Seven or eight hours later, Nick was ready to go out. When Tom pulled up,
Nick was instantly put at ease. The guy was a natural in social situations,
and he looked amazing. He was wearing khaki pants and a light blue shirt
that pulled across his chest and tapered around his waist. No one would
think that he was still in high school and everyone would want to get into
his pants.

Nick jumped into the truck and Tom drove off. "You want to pre-party at my
house a little? Then we could walk over to campus."

Tom lived on the edge of the college campus that dominated their town. It
was a good plan, designed to help Nick loosen up. When they got to Tom's
bedroom, Tom immediately pulled out his bong. He took a monster rip and
then passed it to Nick. Nick just pushed it aside and grabbed an old bottle
of vodka that Tom kept under his bed. He knew the weed would mellow him out
to the point of being incoherent. He wasn't able to function while high the
way Tom was.

The two guys joked around for about ten minutes. Tom was fucked up and Nick
was starting to get buzzed. Tom kept rubbing Nick's neck and back, making
him horny and causing a monster erection to form in his pants.

"You're turning me on." Nick said.

"Weed makes me horny, babe." Tom said back.

He grabbed the back of Nick's head and pulled him down into his crotch,
pushing his face into his khaki's. His rock hard dick pressed against
Nick's face. "You see how hard you've got me." Tom laughed.

Tom caressed the side of Nick's face, and then he slid his hand down Nick's
back and into his pants. He rubbed both cheeks and leaned back against the
wall. Nick buried his face in Tom's pants, rubbing against the hard
cock. He knew Tom was high and that every touch was magnified ten
fold. Nick started to undo the zipper on Tom's pants, but Tom stopped him.

"Later," Tom said.

He pulled Nick up onto him, so that Nick was straddling his waist and
facing him. The two of them started to make out, rubbing their hands down
each other's backs and feeling each other's muscular bodies. Nick quickly
pulled Tom's shirt off, messing up his hair a little bit. Tom responded by
pulling Nick's shirt off. They pressed their warm chests against each other
while they made out. At the same time, they ground their erections into
each other's bodies. They stayed locked together like that for a solid five
minutes before Tom rolled onto his side and took Nick with him.

With Nick now laying down on his back, Tom crawled over him and licked at
each of his nipples. He continued to make out with Nick's body, kissing his
chest and then locking onto his neck. He kissed and sucked around the base
of Nick's jaw, while Nick made out with whatever he could get his hands
one. He kissed the top of Tom's head, chewed on his earlobes, and even
sucked on his fingers for a while. They were both totally lost in the
experience of the other's body; more concerned with extending the
experience and enjoying it than they were with getting off.

Exhausted, Tom took a breath and sank into Nick's body. When he pulled
away, he saw the bruises beginning to form on Nick's neck. "I got a little
carried away." He said with a crooked grin.

Nick frowned, "Everyone is going to think I'm a slut."

Tom touched the dark wet spot between Nicks' legs. "You are a slut." he
kissed Nick once more, "Seriously, you're kind of insatiable."

Nick got off the bed and smoothed out his hair. "I'm the guy who managed to
satisfy the great Tom Johnson. Nothing to be ashamed of there."

Tom laughed, "The next time someone asks me how I knew I liked dudes,
that's what I'm going to tell them. I'm going to be like, all you girls,
you couldn't keep up with me, but Nick, he drained me dry."

Nick walked toward Tom, kissed him, and then grabbed his hard cock one last
time, "Like this beast has ever shot blanks."

"We should try it sometime." Tom said.

Nick smiled crookedly, "We could blow off the party."

"No way. Tom said, "I'm ready to go."

When they got to the party, they were surprised to find the house already
packed. Nick said hello to the guy who had texted him, but he was busy
hosting, so Nick and Tom were on their own. They wandered through the house
and eventually hooked up with a group of guys who seemed a little like
their crew in high school. They tended toward the jock look, but all seemed
chill and easygoing. They were talking football when Tom interrupted them,
and after a few introductions, Tom and Nick were as much a part of the
group as anybody.

One guy, Erik, was clearly eying Tom from the get go, and the more he
drank, the more audacious he became with his flirting. At first it was just
an occasional hand on Tom's shoulder, but soon he was touching Tom's chest
as well. He was a good looking dude, close to six feet, with a solid but
thin build. His skin was olive colored and his hair was pure black, like he
had some mediterranean or middle eastern blood in his background. His hair
was styled perfectly, and he had a little bit of a shadow on his face. He
was hot. Not the kind of guy you'd want to date, but definitely the kind of
guy who looked like he would be a blast in the bedroom. He exuded
sexuality.

Someone cracked a joke and everyone laughed. Erik took the opportunity to
put his hand on Tom's chest again. Tom grabbed him by the wrist and moved
his hand away. "My boyfriend is right there, man." Tom said.

"So, he can watch." Erik said softly. Some of the other guy's rolled their
eyes and one looked at Nick and mouthed, "Slut."

Tom just shrugged it off, but Erik moved his hand back to his chest. Tom
pushed it away again, this time a little more violently. He didn't like it
when someone couldn't take a hint. It threatened his sense of control.

Tom and Nick broke off from the group a minute later in order to refill
their beers. The crowd was mixed between straight and gay, and both Tom and
Nick felt completely comfortable being affectionate with each other. Tom
kissed Nick and rubbed his back.

"Sorry about that." Tom said, glancing over at the dark skinned guy.

"Actually," Nick said, "It was kind of hot. I love watching other guys
drool over you. It's like it proves to me how hot you actually are and
reminds me that you're mine."

"You only love me for my jacked physique, is that what you're saying?"

"I love you for more than that." Nick said, "But I drool over your jacked
physique, and I like it when other guys are hot for what they can't have."

"I kind of love it when people talk about how great you are." Tom said.

Erik wandered over to them and interrupted their conversation. He was
handsy again, for the third time, and Tom was a little pissed. "Take a
hint, man." He said.

"Sorry," the guy said as he slammed another shot, "but you're a stud." He
glanced at Nick, "You're a lucky guy, you ever feel like sharing, let me
know."

Nick was feeling confidant, "I don't share Tom," he said, "But if you're
lucky, we might share you."

Tom looked at Nick and raised an eyebrow. Then he broke off from Erik and
pulled Nick aside, "Are you serious or are you just playing around?"

"I don't know," Nick said as he shifted his weight from one foot to the
other, "I wouldn't mind watching you drill another guy. I mean, I know what
you're capable of, but I never get to see it."

Tom started to breath heavily. Nick knew he wanted a taste of something
new, and this was one way for him to get it. "I want to watch you too, ok?
You can't just stay on the sidelines. Let's pound this guy together."

"Deal." Nick said.

They walked back over to the guy, who was patiently waiting for them like a
puppy dog. He smiled and said, "What's the verdict?"

"You got a place to go?" Tom asked.

"Nice," he said. It turned out that Erik lived in the house, and he took
them up to his room. It was perfectly clean, with a long line of shoes by
the door. Everything was put away and tidy. It was a complete contrast to
both Nick and Tom's rooms.

Tom didn't waste any time. As soon as the door closed, he put his hand on
the back of Erik's neck and pushed him down to the floor. He fell to his
knees without complaint and looked up at them with puppy dog eyes. He was
cute in a way, even though his face was extremely masculine. Tom ran his
hand along the side of the guys jaw.

"Pretty face, huh?" he said to Nick.

"It's going to look even better when he's drowning in my nut." Nick said,
and then he blushed. Tom laughed.

"He's not joking," Tom said, "My guy cums gallons. You better be thirsty."

The guy opened his mouth to say something, but Tom shoved a finger between
his lips before he could get out a single word. Tom shoved the finger deep
into Erik's mouth and then said, "I don't think you really need to say
anything else."

He sucked on Tom's finger for a minute and then Tom pulled it out. He
started to loosen Nick's belt and then pushed his jeans down. Nick's cock,
long and thin, popped up against his stomach. Tom grabbed Erik's head and
pushed him toward Nick. There was a flash in his eyes, and it was clear
that Tom's cock was the one that he really wanted. That didn't deter Tom,
if anything, it made him more excited about force-feeding this dude his
boyfriend's dick.

The guy started to lick the tip of Nick's cock and soon had his mouth
around it. Tom let him work it for a minute and then looked over at Nick
and winked. Nick knew that Tom was trying to draw him out, to open him up
to a part of his personality he didn't see very often, and Nick gave in. He
grabbed the guy right behind the ears and pulled him down onto his dick.

His cock slid down the dude's throat without any resistance. It was
absolutely amazing. Tom was pretty much the only person who sucked Nick's
dick, and this guy had the sorts of skills that only an experienced cum
guzzler possessed. He was doing things to Nick's dick that were out of this
world.

"Better than me?" Tom asked.

Nick nodded, "You can't be perfect at everything." He grunted the last
words as another wave of pleasure coursed through his body. He grabbed the
dude's head and pulled him down all the way to the root of his cock before
letting him up. Then he shoved him over to Tom's crotch. The guy started to
eat the lump of flesh between Tom's legs, chewing on the fabric of his
pants.

"You know, I was totally straight until a few months ago. Not a lot of guys
have gotten a taste of this dick." Then Tom grabbed his chin and pulled his
head upward, "You better not fuck it up."

Tom opened his pants and let all nine inches of his monstrous dick roll
out. He was hard, and his cock bobbed and jumped in front of the dude's
face. Erik stuck out his tongue and grabbed a taste. His eyes closed, and
Nick knew what he was tasting and savoring. He was suddenly jealous.

As if he'd read his mind, Tom leaned over and started to make out with
him. His tongue snaked into Nick's mouth as his cock plunged into the
dude's gullet. They stood like that for five minutes while Erik worked
first Tom's dick and then both of their dicks together. They wrestled for
space in Erik's mouth while they kissed and pulled each other's clothes
off. Finally, they pushed him away. He sat back on his knees, looked up at
them, and whistled.

"You dudes are hot," he said.

"Let's see what you've got." Tom said back.

In a flash Erik removed all of his clothes. He had a little bit of hair on
his chest and stomach that spread across his dark skin. His pubes were
straight and a little thick, stretching up over his flat belly. He had some
muscle, but was fairly thin and lean. Nick was turned on by his dark skin,
and Tom was drooling over his litheness. He was only just starting to think
about guys sexually, but he was definitely developing a type. He didn't
like big bulky muscular dudes. He liked thin and lean guys. Guys he could
throw around if he wanted to.

"Nice." Tom said. He advanced toward Erik, grabbed him under the shoulders,
and then tossed him backward onto the bed. He landed flat on his back with
his cock standing straight up from his body.

Tom looked at Nick, raised one eyebrow, and then they both advanced. Tom
grabbed Erik's hard cock, felt it's heft in his hand, and then bent down
and took it into his mouth. The whole maneuver still felt slightly foreign
to him. It wasn't something that he was used to doing, but he did it. He
felt Nick's hand on his back as Nick crawled up beside him and went for the
guy's balls. They slobbered all over his junk, pausing to make out every
few seconds. Then Tom pulled away.

"Go feed him your cock, babe. I'm going to get this ass ready."

Tom lifted Erik's legs up high and spread his cheeks. His perfect, dark
hole winked back at him. There was a thatch of dark hair around it that was
surprisingly hot. Tom dove in, licking around his hole and then shoving his
tongue inside. He rimmed him for a second, then spit on his whole and
shoved a finger in.

"Fuck that's tight." He said to Nick.

Nick was above the guy, getting his low hanging nuts sucked. Tom grabbed
Nick's cock and gave it a couple of tugs. The he tweaked the dude's
nipple. "You like those nuts, don't you? Those are real fucking baby
makers. No joke. This guy could knock up a whole sorority in one night. You
get him hot, and you're in for a hell of a reward."

Erik mumbled something. Tom grabbed Nick's hand and pulled it between
Erik's legs. "Feel how tight this ass is, babe." Tom said. Nick slipped his
finger in and then grinned at Tom. "You ready to bust him open?"

"I'm ready." Tom said, "Are you?"

Tom looked into Nick's eyes and gave him one last chance to say no. Even
though Nick had basically orchestrated this encounter, Tom wanted to make
sure that it wouldn't' fuck things up. Nick nodded before he leaned forward
and kissed Tom.

"You got any lube?" Tom asked.

Erik spit Nick's nuts out just long enough to tell him where to find it,
then he sucked the massive orbs back into his gob. Tom oozed the lube onto
his dick, working his foreskin back and forth a few times for Nick's
entertainment, then he slid into the dude.

For a moment, he moved slowly, then he heard Nick whisper, "Fuck him."

It suddenly clicked in his mind what Nick wanted. He wanted to see his
stud, his fucking stallion, do what studs do best. He wanted Tom to throw
this guy the best fuck he could, so that Nick could get off watching it all
happen. Tom smiled to himself, pulled back, and then shoved in at full
speed. Erik grunted as Tom gut punched him, and then braced himself for
what promised to be a hard fuck.

Nick watched Tom pick up speed. He wasn't even thinking about getting his
dick sucked anymore, it was all about Tom. The striations in his shoulders
and the veins over his biceps started to pop as he worked up a sweat, his
skin was glistening, and his face looked focused. Looking around the side,
Nick watched Tom's obliques expand and contract and the muscles of his ass
come together on each thrust. It was like watching a porno, and Nick was
totally getting off on it.

He leaned forward and started to lick the sweat off of Tom's chest. "You're
like a fucking animal." Nick said to him. Tom grabbed him by the chin and
kissed him once, and then Nick's mouth moved to his cheek, sucking up the
sweat that was running down his cheek. Nick licked the inside of his ear,
and whispered, "Fuck him, babe. Fuck him for me."

Underneath him, Erik's body rocked back and forth. Nick was leaning so far
forward at this point that the guy was sucking on the base of his cock. He
reached between his legs and pushed his dick into Erik's mouth. It slipped
in with no problem and suddenly he was being deep-throated again.

Tom raised his arms behind his neck, showing off his body for Nick. Nick
immediately dove into one of the armpits, planting his face deep into the
sweaty, sticky pit. Tom brought his arm down, knowing how much it turned
Nick on to feel his strength as well as the touch of his skin.

Then he felt Nick shudder. He hadn't expected to take his guy over the
edge, not this soon at least, but it was happening. Nick bucked and shoved
his hips forward, planting his cock deep in Erik's throat and shooting his
first shot into the guy's gullet. The second shot was more copious and more
of a challenge, and Erik choked, coughing up Nick's dick and taking the
rest of that blast on his face. Nick's cock flailed as he continued to
cum. He shot two blasts across Erik's chest before the dude got his dick
back into his mouth, drinking the rest.

Tom was still rocking back and forth, and when Nick finished and moved
away, Erik's face and chest was covered with spooge. "Fuck," the guy
muttered. Tom smiled, "I told you he was a big shooter."

The dude licked his lips. Nick crawled off of him and got down on his knees
behind Tom. He dove between his legs and licked at his taint and the back
of his balls. His whole face was buried in Tom's sexy, meaty ass while Tom
drilled the dude.

"Fuck, babe." Tom said loudly, "Fucking hell, that's good."

Tom bent forward, planting his cock even deeper into Erik's body, and
started to lick Nick's load off of his chest. This was the flavor he
needed. It tasted like Nick. He rubbed his face in it, feeling Erik's hard
muscles, but relishing the smell and slickness of Nick's cum on his face.

"Fuck," he yelled.

He pulled out and started to jerk on his cock. He launched his cum onto
Erik's junk. It came out in thick gobs and his abdominals tightened in
waves as it shot out. Nick rubbed Tom's back and ate his bucking ass while
Tom got his nut. When he felt his man go slack, he stood up.

Erik was laying on the bed in front of them totally wrecked. He had cum on
his face, on his chest, and all over his still hard cock. Tom ran his
fingers through the gobs of cum on Erik's dick and then through Nick's
load. Then he fed the mixture of their cum to Erik.

As he licked it up, Nick pulled on Erik's dick, using Tom's cum as
lube. The whole room smelled like sweat and cum and men, and it took about
four strokes to get the guy off. Soon he was shooting his own load, adding
it to the mix, and it arched onto his chest in long watery shots. Tom
scooped it up almost as quickly as it fell and fed Erik his own fresh load.

When it was over, there was a moment of silence while they all caught their
breath. Then Erik spoke, "That was fucking amazing. You sure you guys are
still in high school?"

"Why?" Tom said.

"Cause you fuck like champions," he said, "Seriously, that was one of the
best lays of my life."

When he didn't get a response, he looked up. The two studs who he'd just
hooked up with were locked in an embrace, making out while they toyed with
each other's flaccid cocks. For a minute he felt a sting of regret as he
realized he'd just been royally used. He was nothing more than their sex
toy, and this whole encounter had been about them. Then he smelled the
aroma of cum and remembered his orgasm. Suddenly he didn't care so much
about being used.

When Nick and Tom finally dressed and left, they were giddy with each
other, but they didn't speak. When they got into Tom's truck, Nick grabbed
between Tom's legs. "That was one," he said, "How many more until you start
shooting blanks?"

Tom couldn't throw the truck into gear fast enough.

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