Date: Mon, 20 Apr 2015 16:41:42 +0000 (UTC)
From: Charlie <cosmic709@yahoo.com>
Subject: Quarterback Keeper, Part 8

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Quarterback Keeper, Part 8
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It was around eight on a Thursday night. Tom came home from a date with
Jen, disappointed with himself. He wasn't sure what was happening to
him. He liked Jen. She was friendly, she was hot, and normally he would be
all over her. She was certainly all over him. For whatever reason, though,
they just didn't click. There was no chemistry between them, and it had him
worried. A hot girl like that, a natural ten, should have him firing on all
cylinders. Instead, he had to work just to seem vaguely interested in
her. He forced himself to engage with her sexually, and lately she had
sensed his lack of enthusiasm.

His phone buzzed. It was a text from his older brother, asking if he was
getting it on.

"Not yet." Tom texted back and then adding, "At home."

"Struck out?"

"Sort of."

"Not like you." His brother said.

"Not feeling it tonight." Tom sent back.

Then John asked, "The other regular thing you've got going?"

The other regular, who Tom had talked about quite a bit with his brother,
was Nick. He hadn't told his brother the details, but he knew that Tom had
a regular hook up who provided some pretty amazing, no strings attached
sex. His brother had also figured out that Tom was somewhat hung up on the
person. Even though Tom claimed that it was just unemotional sex, his
brother knew that there was something going on.

"Trying to avoid the regular." Tom said back.

"Coming home tomorrow," John sent back. "Talk then."

Tom crashed into his bed and tried to turn his mind off. He rolled around
for a solid hour before he fell asleep. The next morning he went to school,
avoiding his locker so as to avoid Nick, and then went home. When he got
there, his brother's car was already in the driveway.

John was sitting on the couch with a beer between his legs when Tom walked
in. He stood up, smiled, and they hugged. Then he went back to the kitchen
to grab a bottle for Tom. "Don't tell mom," he said with a smile.

"What are you doing home?" Tom asked after they'd talked for a while.

"Nothing going on, really," John said, "You seemed like you needed someone
to talk to."

"Girlfriend problems." Tom sighed.

"Sounds like the problem is that you've got one girl, but are all hung up
on another one. Why not just dump the girlfriend and get with the other
one?"

"It's complicated." Tom said as he collapsed into the couch.

His brother didn't understand. He'd been well-liked in high-school, a
decent wrestler and friendly guy, but he was never as popular as Tom
was. The endless pressure, the huge number of things on his mind- it never
seemed to end. When you threw Nick and Jen on top of the pile, he felt like
his head was going to explode. He literally couldn't add anything more to
the mess.

"You know you can, like, tell me anything, right?" John said.

"Yeah, why?" Tom stared straight at the TV.

"No reason, I'm just saying, I hope you know that. Like, I'm not going to
judge you or anything, ever."

"You got something to say?" Tom said. He looked straight at his brother. It
was one of those moments when their relationship got complicated. Tom was
bigger and stronger, he had been since he was fourteen. But John was older,
and Tom looked up to him. They challenged each other, but usually Tom
deferred to his brother.

"Never mind."

"No. What do you want to say?" Tom knew, and he knew that John knew. Now it
was just a matter of getting it out.

"It's not complicated." John said. "You're fucking two chicks. How is that
complicated?"

"You don't understand."

John stood up and grabbed his car keys off the table. He walked over to his
brother and grabbed his shoulder, squeezing it a little. "Look, if you want
to talk about "this person" we can talk. When you're ready."

John made for the door. Tom saw his only opportunity to unload some of the
nonsense that he'd been carrying around drifting away. "Hang on," he called
out. When John turned he said, "I'm not fucking two chicks. I'm fucking a
chick and a guy. That's why it's complicated."

John walked back to the couch and sat down. "I figured," he said, "You
never said, 'her' just that you were fucking this other person." John took
a deep breath, "You think you're gay?"

"I don't know." Tom said, "No. Maybe bi or something."

"You like this guy?"

"Like romantically?" Tom asked.

"Yeah. I mean, fucking is fucking, bro. I don't think you'd be so fucked up
in the head if that was all you've been doing. So what's going on. These
last few weeks, you sort of seem like you're coming undone. That's why I
came home."

Tom felt the words building up, a whole flood of thoughts and emotions that
had been held back since he first hooked up with Nick. He'd had a lot to
say for a long time, and now that he had someone to talk to, he didn't know
where to start.

"So, uh, this guy is totally into me and I guess that one thing led to
another. I let him suck me off, and he was happy to do it. You gotta see
it, bro. He's totally into me. He worships my body. Licks me from head to
toe. Literally does whatever I ask. He's head over heels for me. Eventually
I fucked him. Then I kept fucking him."

"You kiss him?"

"Sometimes." Tom said. Then he decided that it was best not to lie. "A
lot."

"Is it good?"

"Best sex I've had, and I've had a lot John."

"I meant the kissing," John said.

"Oh." Tom blushed. He didn't usually get embarrassed around his brother,
but the kissing thing seemed weird even to him. "Yeah, that's pretty good
too."

"So what's the problem?"

"He's got a cock between his legs, bro." Tom said as if it was obvious.

"Yeah, but set that aside."

"Well, the more I'm around him, the less I"m interested in, you know,
girls." Tom paused. "I can barely get it up with my girlfriend. It's like
nothing happens until I start imagining her like him. Then I can perform,
but it's never that good."

"Sounds like you've got a crush on a dude."

Tom sighed. He'd been beginning to reach the same conclusion. "Yeah, but
can that, like, just happen. I mean, wouldn't I know that I'm gay if I'm
gay. Nick knew. He knew before we ever fooled around."

"Dude." John said. "You need to stop over thinking this. If you like the
guy, stop thinking of him like a fuck buddy and start thinking of him like
he's your boyfriend. See what happens."

"What the fuck does that even mean?" Tom asked.

"I don't know," John said, "Maybe buy him dinner before you nail him or
something. Just see what's there before you drive yourself crazy."

Tom shook his head. It was like he was waking up from a shitty night of
sleep. He couldn't focus. "You ever mess around with a guy?" he asked.

"Some jacking off and stuff." John said like it was no big deal. "You
remember Joey from the wrestling team? Big burly guy. He banged a guy like
every night of our junior year. Never became more than that. He certainly
never lost interest in girls. The guy was just easy and available."

"That's how it started with Nick." Tom said, "Then things got
complicated. For me, not him. He's still all over my dick."

"Well, either cut it off totally or figure it out with him. You can't have
it both ways."

"I guess." Tom said as he wandered off to the shower.

Two hours later Nick was getting ready to go out with Austin and the
guys. He and Austin had continued to hook up a couple of days a week ever
since the first time. He hadn't been with Tom since he started to date
Jen. It didn't really bother Nick. He wasn't too keen on sleeping with his
best friend's boyfriend.

It was the first time the whole pack had hung out in a week or two. Chris
and Austin were there normal selves. Chris a little more reserved while
Austin goofed around and drew him out of his shell. Nick was impressed by
Austin's ability to treat him completely normally even though they were
fucking around. Tom, for the first time in almost a month, was flirting
with Nick again. It was obvious. He was hands on, smiling, touching, and
standing close. Nick could smell his cologne. He was wearing something
expensive, a woody smell that made him seem masculine and older than the
other guys. It was working. Between Austin and Tom, Nick's dick was half
hard the whole night.

Tom finally got him alone late in the evening. "You wanna hang out after
all of this."

Nick glanced back at Austin, who saw him looking and winked. "I, uh, might
be doing something else."

Tom's hand slid down his back. "You sure?" Then he leaned in. He glanced
quickly at the crowd and then rubbed his cheek against Nick's forehead. His
five o'clock shadow bristled against Nick's smooth skin. "I miss you."

"Jen not putting out?" Nick asked. It was mean, but he didn't appreciate
Tom's sudden affection.

"C'mon." Tom said stepping away. "It's not just about that. Believe it or
not, I liked hanging out with you. Smoking a bowl after, you know
. . . Those were good times. I felt like . . ." Tom broke off. He wasn't
sure what he should say next.

Nick looked at him, and then back at Austin. Austin was waving him over,
trying to get him to rejoin the crowd. Nick frowned at Tom.

"I felt like myself." Tom blurted out. "When I'm with you, I feel like
myself, Nick." He grabbed Nick's shoulder lightly. "Come home with me." he
whispered.

"We'll see." Nick said as he rejoined the group.

Three hours later, Tom said that he was leaving and asked Nick if he wanted
a ride. Nick looked at Austin, glanced at Tom, and made his decision. He
told Austin he was calling it a night and walked toward the street with
Tom.

When they got into the car, Nick leaned over and started to pull at Tom's
belt. He was horny as hell and wasn't going to waste any time. Tom pushed
his hand away. "You don't have to do that. We can just head to my place and
get high or something," he said.

Nick raised one eyebrow and rubbed his dick with his free hand. "Really?"

"I don't want you to think this is just about sex. I wanted to be your
friend when this all started, and I still want to be your friend. The sex
doesn't have to replace that," he said.

Nick laughed a little. "If you're not fucking me tonight, you should take
me to someone who will."

"Yeah, you got a guy now?" Tom asked, feeling a little jealous.

"I've got options."

"Liar," Tom said as he pulled into his driveway.

When they entered the house, John was sitting on the couch. He told them
that there was nothing to do, and he'd come home early. Then he noticed
Nick standing behind Tom. "You must be the guy." John said while smiling
from ear to ear.

"This is my brother. I, uh, told him about us." Tom said. Then he looked at
John and rolled his eyes.

"Oh, hey." Nick said back. Tom grabbed him by the shoulder and led him
upstairs.

They smoked up. Nick took long, big hits, but Tom wasn't too into it. Then
they sat down on the bed. Initially they were a couple of feet apart, but
Tom grabbed Nick and pulled him close. Nick breathed in the smell of the
cologne and then looked up at Tom.

"I thought that this wasn't about sex." he said.

"I said it didn't have to be about sex. I mean, it can be about sex if you
want it to be." Tom said. He leaned down and kissed Nick on the head. For
the first time, he smelled Nick's hair. He'd done it a thousand times with
girls, but this was the first time he'd done it with a guy. It was a
subconscious move, and he didn't even notice it until after the fact. Nick
rubbed his chest and curled into him.

"You smell good. Were you trying to pick up a hot date?"

"Uh, sort of." Tom said.

Nick pressed his face against Tom's hard chest. It was warm and wide. Tom's
pecs were solid blocks of muscle, thick and firm, with just a thin layer of
padding over them. As he felt them rise with Tom's breathing, he realized
that he could easily fall asleep right then and there. Though his dick was
still hard, most of his thoughts about hooking up had fallen out of his
mind.

Tom pulled him around by the back of the head. "I like having you here. I
don't feel like I have to be anybody with you. Does that make sense?"

It didn't. Nick had assumed that part of what Tom was doing with him was
becoming the kind of person that Nick wanted him to be. That was how it had
started at least. Now he wasn't so sure. Tom had relaxed around him,
integrated him into his friends, and spent a lot of time with him. The
truth was that Nick had changed as well. At first he wanted Tom to be the
jock stud in every way. Now he had become used to Tom's moods and changes,
and was starting to see him as another guy rather than some god that
sauntered out of a steamy locker room. He didn't expect Tom to perform in a
certain way or be a certain person around him.

"I didn't want to say anything, but I missed hanging out with you." Nick
said, "Not just the sex. I didn't want you to feel like . . . I'm not
really sure."

Tom dug his fingers into the back of Nick's neck and pulled him up his
body. Even though they were both still fully clothed, his dick was on fire
and he wanted some action. He couldn't deny that Nick got him hot in a way
that Jen hadn't been able to. He kissed Nick on the chin as he sat up
against the head rest. Nick sat down on top of him, facing him, and Tom
pulled them together.

Tom was a good kisser, had always been a good kisser, but this time, for
Nick at least, things went much farther than they had gone before. Tom
opened his mouth wider, kissed more aggressively, and pressed his body
against Nick. His tongue was in Nick's mouth, and before Nick knew what was
happening, Tom was pulling his shirt off.

When the t-shirt hit the floor, Tom started to kiss down Nick's neck, and
onto his chest. Still smaller than Tom, Nick's chest was developing and the
muscle was finally giving him some shape. Tom rubbed his pecs and kissed
across them to his nipples. He took one in his mouth, sucking it softly and
then pulling away. Nick sat down at him, pressing his ass against Tom's
fat, hard cock.

"Someone's horny." Nick said.

Tom didn't want to talk and didn't want to think. He would experience what
was happening and make sense of it all later.

Nick grabbed Tom's shirt and pulled it off. He ran his hands over his chest
and then up his long, thick arms. Tom's size was impressive. He was built
on a bigger frame than Nick, and because of that his body felt foreign to
him.

They continued to make out. Tom sitting against the bed and Nick sitting on
top of him. Nick was grinding against Tom's dick, and Tom was getting
hornier and wanted more. He remembered what his brother said about actually
giving this thing a chance and started to fumble with Nick's belt.

The first time he tried to take off a girl's bra, Tom fumbled around for
five minutes before she finally unhooked it for him. Taking off Nick's belt
was easier, though he still felt like it took an eternity. It didn't help
that Nick kept kissing him as he yanked on the leather and tried to unhook
it. He finally got it undone and pulled it out of the loops in one
sweep. As he did, Nick lurched forward a bit and pressed hard on his
dick. Tom gasped. He was already on the edge of an orgasm.

Nick's dick popped out of his pants. Tom stared at it. His cock was about
seven inches long and was cut. He didn't really know how it compared to
others because he hadn't seen many guys hard. Before he could figure out
what the next move was, Nick was undoing his pants, and soon had his dick
out as well. He could hear Nick breathing hard and sighed as his hand took
a hold of his cock.

He leaned back and closed his eyes. As Nick worked his dick, he slowly slid
his hand up Nicks' thigh and toward his crotch. He didn't look down as his
fingers moved over the edge of Nick's zipper and wrapped around his cock.

It pulsed in his hand, surprising him. It was like nothing he'd felt
before. Soft and hard at the same time, and really, really, warm. As he
grabbed onto it, Nick leaned forward and kissed him. He opened his eyes and
looked down, seeing Nick's cock in his hand and his cock in Nick's. His
heart started to pound. He was anxious and excited at the same time. Nick
broke away and leaned backward until their groins were almost touching. Tom
took the plunge and moved his dick next to Nick's. Then he wrapped his
fingers around both of their hard cocks and pressed them together.

Again he felt something completely new. The feeling of a dick against his,
the heat and softness but also the way it was alive. It was like Nick's rod
had a life of it's own. It ticked and pulsed and throbbed against his own
dick. As he rubbed them together, Nick ran his hands over his chest and
actually laughed a little. Then Nick rolled off of Tom and stood next to
the bed, removing his pants.

"Fuck, that's so hot," he said, "I'm so close to cumming."

"Already?" Tom said. His voice was firm and confident. He tried to hide the
fact that he had also been about thirty seconds away from busting a nut.

"You touched my cock." Nick thought. He was going to say it out loud, but
held himself back. He knew how quickly Tom got uncomfortable with the
things they did. He didn't want to end what was turning into one of their
hottest interactions yet.

Nick walked to the bottom of the bed and pulled Tom's pants off. Then he
crawled up between his legs. He placed a hand on each of Tom's shins and
snuck up toward his crotch. As he looked upward, he saw Tom's thick cock
laying on across one thigh and his two, huge balls hanging down between his
legs. Everything was surrounded by dark fur, trimmed but still a little
long. Nick almost lost it. He kissed the inside of Tom's thigh and rubbed
his legs. Then he grabbed onto Tom's cock.

Tom pushed his hand away, and pulled his knees up so that his hips came off
the bed just a little bit. "Lick my balls, dude." he said as he pulled his
dick out of reach. As he lifted up his cock, his giant balls, hanging loose
in their sack, were on display. This was the source of Tom's manhood and
his virility. They were huge, and Nick's mouth started to water. Licking
Tom's nuts was like servicing the most important part of him.

He sucked Tom's sack into his mouth. It was the one part of his junk that
Tom shaved completely, and his testicles rolled away from Nick's lips
inside of the smooth skin. Nick opened his mouth again, this time getting
one of the egg-sized balls into his mouth.

"Fucking suck my nut, Nick." he said, "Suck it."

Nick slobbered all over Tom's balls. His head was buried between the stud's
legs, and he felt the force of his quads on either side of his head. Tom
was gently pulling him in and keeping him there, pinning his skull between
his muscular legs. There was a hand on his head, rubbing his scalp, almost
petting him. While he sucked Tom's balls, alternating between one and then
the other, he rubbed his dick into the bed. Tom watched as Nick's muscular
ass rose and fell, his glutes tightening and then relaxing again. Each
ripple in Nick's back was noticeable, and he reached forward and laid his
palm under Nick's shoulder blade. He closed his eyes and let all the
feelings wash over him; Nick's mouth on his nuts, his head between his
legs, and his back rippling and twitching beneath the skin.

Nick pulled away and looked up at Tom. He rolled over onto his back and
then said, "Sit on my face, man." He wanted to feel the weight of Tom's
body on top of him. He was so turned on that he literally wanted to be
smothered by the guy.

Tom sat up on his knees and leaned backward, dropping his balls into Nick's
face. They spread out over his chin, and Nick licked the skin between his
balls and his asshole. Tom rubbed up and down over Nick, as Nick grabbed
onto his thighs and pulled him downward. Finally, he gave up and let all of
his weight rest on Nick's head while Nick's mouth worked his taint and
licked his balls.

Nick's cock was bouncing on his stomach and there was a pool of dick drool
on in his abs. Tom seized onto it, rubbing Nick's precum into the
glans. Nick groaned as Tom started to jerk him off, and his mouth started
to work even harder. Tom's own dick was leaking precum all over the
place. His cock was engorged and his foreskin, which normally covered most
of the head, had pealed back revealing a swollen and shiny, purple cock
head.

Nick thrust his hips upward to meet each of Tom's strokes. The amount of
pleasure moving through his body was overwhelming, and he didn't know if he
could hold out much longer. Every molecule of his body was begging for an
orgasm but his mind wanted to draw things out as long as he possibly could.

He put his hands on Tom's ass and pushed him off of his face. Tom let go of
his cock and sat down next to him. He raised one eyebrow and smiled.

"I need a break" Nick said. "Fucking hell, man."

Tom's fingers continued to toy with his dick. Now that he'd gotten used to
the feeling of it in his hand, Tom wasn't sure he was going to be able to
let go. He liked playing with it. He liked the way he could touch Nick in
the smallest, slightest way and see the feelings flash across his face.

Nick's body spasmed and Nick pleaded, "Come on." Tom kept playing, and Nick
started to breath hard. "Oh God, dude." His cock was as hard as it had ever
been, and his dick was primed to shoot an epic load.

Nick pulled Tom next to him. Tom took the hint and straddled Nick's face,
pushing his dick down into his mouth while he reached behind and played
with Nick's dick. Nick's lips clamped around his dick and sucked on the
head. His tongue swirled around, licking up his precum and exploring every
ridge and curve.

Nick's cock suddenly stiffened in his hand and Nick let out a long
moan. Then Tom felt the hot, wetness of Nick's cum running down his
back. Nick kept shooting, and each blast painted a line onto Tom's skin. He
felt the heat at first, and then the sudden coldness as the gobs of semen
slid down his skin. Nick's cock pulsed between his fingers, and eventually
the flow of semen slowed to a trickle, running over his knuckles. The smell
hit him next, harsh, but also sweet, as Nick's load filled the air with the
odor of sex and cum.

Nick grabbed onto Tom's long cock with one hand and started to milk him
while he tongued the tip of his dick. Tom leaned forward, put one hand down
next to Nick's head, and started to blow. It was a solid orgasm, and as his
cum oozed out over Nick's tongue, he leaned back so that he could watch
Nick lick it up. He lapped up the stuff like a dog. Tom had tasted his own
before, it hadn't bothered him all that much, but he couldn't imagine
loving another guy's nut like Nick loved his.

He watched Nick taste it, roll it around on his tongue, and then eat
it. Tom's stomach was still pulsing, the ripples still flashing across his
abs, when Nick licked his lips and kissed the tip of Tom's still hard dick.

Tom leaned down and kissed him. The taste of cum was still in his mouth,
and he had a desire to pull away. He reminded himself that it was his own
load and put it out of mind. When they broke away he collapsed on the bed
next to Nick. Tom looked at the clock. It was late.

"You want me to go?" Nick asked.

Tom rubbed Nick's thigh. "No. You can stay if you want."

Nick didn't ask Tom what he wanted. He was worried what he might hear
back. Instead, he grabbed his boxers and wiped the cum off of Tom's back
and laid down on the bed.

Tom looked down at him, and wondered what he was going to do.

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