Date: Thu, 10 Dec 1998 23:10:22 -0600
From: RogerRamjet22@yahoo.com
Subject: Hots for the Quarterback (GM)

I finally had my chance.

It had started in high school. I had the hots for the quarterback. He was
6', black hair, brown eyes, not a bodybuilder, but well defined for sure. I
was around him a lot, because I kept statistics for the team. He and the
other players went in for a lot of grab-ass on the bus, as horny teenagers
are wont to do. This was directed at me as well, but I protested heavily
because I didn't want a hint of suspicion that I was gay. Besides, most of
them found it a joke, because I wasn't a jock. He graduated the year before
I did and went to college, majoring in physical education. A year later I
majored in journalism at a different school.

I worked at my town's newspaper after graduating college, while it took
Matt an extra year to complete his degree. My chance came while he was
practice-teaching.

One Saturday, the phone rang early. I answered, groggily, and a voice said,
"Brad? This is Matt."

I woke up some, then, wondering why Matt would be calling me. It had never
happened before. He was friendly now, but didn't go out of his way to call.

"I need you to do something for me," he continued. "I got arrested for
drunk driving last night. Can you keep it out of the paper?" The wheels
started turning. If that got into the paper, the job he was certain to get
might disappear.

Thinking quickly, I said, "I think so, but I'll need you to come fill out a
form at the office." There was no form, but he didn't have to know that --
yet.

"Okay, thanks," he said. We set up a time to meet at the deserted paper
office that afternoon.

I got there early. I had to get up the nerve to carry my plan through. I
wouldn't be sure I had until he arrived. And then he did, with a knock at
the door. I let him in, with butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

After a couple of pleasantries, he asked, "Okay, where's my form?"

"There is no form."

"What do you mean?"

"I want something personally. Remember those grab-ass sessions on the bus?
I want some of that, and I mean seriously."

"Fuck you!" Matt screamed. "That's only part of it," I said before he could
continue.

"If you think I'm gonna screw around with you, you're dead wrong," said
Matt. "I'll ruin you in this town!"

"Not if want to keep your job offer," I said, playing my ace. "If you get
blackballed here, at home, nobody else is going to want you."

Matt paled, knowing it was so. He wanted that job badly, even if it was
just for starters. He hung his head in resignation to the inevitable, that
he would be having sex with another man.

"What do you want?" he whispered. I almost felt sorry for him, but I had
been the bus joke, especially for him. I could get satisfaction and revenge
at the same time, and I wasn't going to regret it a bit. I unzipped my
pants. "First, I want a blow job," I said. He positively blanched.  "Come
on," I said, "don't be a baby. You said you wanted it back then on the
bus. Here it is. And get it good and hard."

Actually, it wouldn't take much to get to full hardness. The thrill was
getting me horny enough.

He slowly knelt, and stroked my cock. Instant hard-on. "Now, suck," I said.

He started tentatively, licking it a little before venturing further. As he
sank further toward my balls, I had to slap him a little. "No teeth," I
told him.

He pulled his lips over his teeth and began to suck lightly. I let
him. After all, he was new at this.

After a while of light sucking, I was ready for a little heavier action.

"Start going back and forth," I told him. No response. I took matters into
my own hands by grabbing his head and starting a gentle rocking motion. I
felt him start to choke, but I eased off.  Once he got his composure back,
I started again. He got used to it quickly; after all, my cock was only 6
1/2". The head just barely went into his throat. I felt him starting to
move with me, a good sign indeed. I let go of his head and eased off on my
gyrations. Matt picked them right up, carrying on a good suck until I came,
without warning. He swallowed most of it, I suppose in self-defense.  A
little dribbled down his chin. I swiped it up and ate it. "As good as
ever," I said.

Matt tried his best to look disgusted, but didn't quite carry it off. I
didn't let on that I could tell he had enjoyed it by the end.

"Anything else?" he asked, trying to look sulky. "We're just beginning," I
said.

"Oh, really?" he said. He struggled to keep a grin off his face. His lips
positively twitched.

"That's right," I said. "Stand up and strip everything off, now."

"Yes, sir," he said. I enjoyed the subservience, but I was more concerned
with the actions. He stood slowly, until we were face to face. Then he
grasped the bottom of his shirt and started pulling it slowly off. His
flat, smooth belly appeared, then his pecs with his hard, quarter-sized
nipples that amazingly stood up off his chest about an inch and a half. I
willed myself not to touch him yet.

He then started slowly unbuckling his belt. He slowly, agonizingly,
unbuttoned and unzipped his tight jeans and started sliding them down. He
bent all the way over in the process, giving a good view of his muscular
back and his white-brief-covered ass. He stepped out of the jeans and
straightened again.

His cock was hard in the briefs, trying to come out the slit in the
front. He very slowly slipped his fingers under the waistband and popped it
away and back to his skin.

"Drop them," I said, my mouth and throat watering for the prize I could
tell was waiting.

Matt slid the briefs down as he did his jeans, bending over and exposing
his tight, bubble butt. He stood up and finally grinned fully and openly.

"I know what you want," he said. "Go for it. Do me good!"

I couldn't stop myself any longer. I dropped to my knees and starting
licking the 8 «" cock, about four inches around.

I hadn't realized his dick was that big. Of course, as I said, I was trying
not to get involved on the bus, so I probably just didn't notice.

I moved my lips down Matt about four inches and started sucking and
swirling my tongue around the fat dick. He groaned and ran his fingers
through my hair, trying to pull me further onto him. I wasn't prepared,
since I was a virgin to all this, but I tried to remember the advice on
Internet sex guides. I swallowed as much as possible while the dick made
its way toward and into my throat. It wasn't the best situation for a sex
novice, but I - or should I say, we - got it to work.

Matt had nice clean, smooth skin on his shaft. It was easy to slide up and
down and suck on like a lollipop. Matt kept groaning, even letting out an
"Oh, God, yes" as I took him to the hilt on one swipe and felt his pubes
tickle my chin and nose. His groans intensified even more as I started to
massage his balls, kneading them like bread dough.

I still couldn't believe I was sucking Matt off. And that led me to another
thought: he probably thought I would be finished after he came off the
suck. That could explain the grin once he was stripped. I wanted more than
sucking, though.

I moved both my hands to Matt's butt and squeezed his cheeks while I
continued my deep suck. I didn't get any noticeable response, so I moved in
further and started fingering his asshole. He squeezed his cheeks together
then, and the more I tried for his hole, the more he squeezed. I had my
answer - he was in it for the suck.

I kept one hand on Matt's ass while moving the other to my mouth, where I
wet several fingers with a mix of my spit and Matt's precum. Matt continued
his groaning, and I idly wondered how he had managed to keep from cumming
so long.

I slid my slicked fingers along Matt's crotch back to his ass and went for
his hole again. He had slacked open his cheeks once I quit trying to finger
him the first time, and I dived right in while he was unawares.

His ass was tight, as you would expect from a virgin, but my lubed finger
still penetrated him with relative ease. "Oh, shit, stop that," said
Matt. I ignored him and kept up the pressure; I wanted to finger-fuck him,
and jab his prostate until he exploded in my throat.

Matt's groaning turned to whines of "Please, don't, oh, stop." Still, I
kept going. The suck was weakening him some, lowering his resistance and
keeping him from putting up much of a fight.

Finally, I got my whole finger in and started a slow fucking rhythm. I
experimented with the direction and intensity that I thrust my finger until
I felt his dick jump in my throat and Matt returned to saying, "Oh, God,
yes." I kept at it while still sliding my mouth up and down his pole, until
finally Matt shouted, "Oh, fuck, yes, yes YES!" His dick expanded in my
mouth, almost choking me, and I barely slid my mouth back down to his head
before he shot.

His cum was kind of creamy, but with a rather neutral taste. I kept licking
and sucking around his head and poking his ass while he shot. I swallowed
some, and allowed some to run down my chin, hoping Matt would notice and
lick up his cum like I had mine. Matt had his eyes closed, though, and
started to sag as his orgasm subsided.

I wiped up his cm dribbles on a finger and reached up to wipe his lips with
it. He licked at it, but rather absent-mindedly, almost as a reflex.

As he continued to sag after the explosion he had just released, I lowered
him to the floor. He stayed there, as I planned on all fours, with his
tight cockhole up and waiting to be filled. It didn't wait long.

Before Matt realized what I was doing, I was behind him and putting the
head of my dick in his ass. He realized what was happening just as my head
slid past his ring. I grabbed his waist, anticipating his certain try to
pull away; in doing so, I accidentally pushed in more quickly than I
planned.

"SHIIIIIIT!" Matt screamed. I cringed a little, sorry that I had done
that. I hadn't planned to hurt him - not physically, anyway. I didn't pull
out, though; I kept my cock in place until I thought I felt Matt's ass
relax. Then I pushed in a little further, and finally buried myself all the
way. Matt groaned, whether in pain or pleasure I couldn't tell.

I started fucking him doggy-style, and he grunted at each thrust. I thought
I felt him starting to push back toward me. I reached under Matt and found
that he was hard. I stroked him a little and the grunts stretched out into
groans - "uhhh-oooOOHH!"

"Talk to me, Matt," I managed to say between short breaths. "How does it
feel?"

"You fucker," was his rather ambiguous response. I chose to take that as
encouragement and sped up a little. I was getting close to cumming, anyway,
and Matt's ass felt like it was squeezing my dick.

My orgasm swelled within me, and I blasted cum into Matt's hole. I sagged
onto his back as my orgasm subsided and kissed the back of his neck while
squeezing his muscular pecs.

"Uunnnggghhhh, are we through now?" Matt asked. I hoped I detected a
wistful note in the question.

"Not yet," I said. "I want you to fuck me long and hard."

"Good, `cause that's what you're going to get," he said. He pitched
sideways, rolling me off of him. He grabbed my ankles and forced them
almost back to may shoulders. I whimpered and he smiled evilly. "Now you'll
get what's yours, fucker."

He aimed his fat, eight-inch dick at my asshole and plunged. I pushed out
as he did so, lessening the impact somewhat but still getting ripped apart
pretty good. I fought the urge to scream, holding my breath and biting my
lower lip.

Matt was relentless, driving in and pulling out like a jackhammer. "How's
that, fucker? Is that good for you? Talk to me! Tell me something, damn
it!" Matt raved. I didn't think I had gotten to his psyche so severely.

By this time, I had gotten used to the pounding. I was a little sore, but
occasional use of a (very thin) dildo had helped some I was sure. "Damn,
you're good!" I told him (not that a dildo made for any comparison, but he
WAS good). "Fuck me harder! Yes!" I started my own dick as fast as I could.

Matt actually complied and sped up, which I really hadn't thought was
possible. Then he leaned down to my face and started Frenching me. I didn't
know if it was to make up for the trash talk and pile driving, or if he
forgot he was screwing a man; either way, I didn't ask questions, I just
sucked on his tongue and held his head and body close to me.

Soon I felt his cum exploding into my ass. Matt slowed the pace of his
fucking, but kept right on kissing. He soon pulled his cock out of my hole
and allowed by lower body to touch the floor as he lowered himself onto a
lounging position on my body.

"You know, you've got a nice tight ass," Matt said. "I wouldn't mind
plowing it again sometime."

"As long as I can have my way with you, I won't mind a bit."

"We'll see," said Matt.