Date: Mon, 30 Nov 1998 18:07:31 PST From: David Randolph <author_up@hotmail.com> Subject: Re: Life of Brad B/b oral Chapter 12 Life of Brad B/b B/B Chapter 12 Reunion Tommy had to spend over a month in the hospital for detox. He had counselors helping him cope with what had happened in his life. One of us was with him all the time through his ordeal. He changed from a pale skinny guy into a guy who cared about life, and he was ready to come home. Uncle Ben flew the plane to Chicago on a Thursday and brought Tommy home. We had banners on the garage, and a big celebration in our house for him. Mom and dad had got temporary custody of Tommy, and the court was ready to grant permanent custody after a waiting period of six months. Tommy came home two nights before the state championship finals in the Silverdome. Our team completed a perfect season of 10-0, and had won the quarterfinals and semifinals easily. Looming ahead of us was Saginaw Thompson Major, the defending State Champions. Their team roster was a list of All-State players, with 3 guys who were High School All-Americans. They were undefeated in two years, and our team knew Saginaw was confident that they would repeat as State Champions. The championship game was secondary to me. I wanted Tommy home. It is hard for me to describe how I felt. I had always loved Tommy. He was the first guy I had ever had any kind of sex with. I insisted that Tommy and I share a room. Dad agreed and moved my computer furniture into the guest room, and we moved the twin bed from the guest room into mine. We had a big party that night. All of the family was there to celebrate Tommy's homecoming. At first Tommy was uneasy with the family. He felt a great deal of guilt for what his father had done, and wondered if we really loved him. I made sure he knew we did. Kevin was there too. We all hugged. Kevin was not wearing his necklace and pendant that night. He said he had stopped wearing it when I tried to kill myself, and wouldn't wear it again until he felt that Tommy and I would accept him back as our cousin and lover. We made plans for Saturday night after the championship game to be re-united. It was late on Thursday night when we went to bed. Tommy and I had talked a lot when he was in the hospital. Dad had told him about the deaths of his dad, He knew I was in love with Tyler. We showered and I waited for Tommy to finish his shower, laying nude in my bed. Feelings of love filled my body. It was late November, and I was covered with a sheet and blanket when he came into the bedroom. Tommy got into his bed. I was horny. I knew he had been through a lot of bad shit, but I wanted him. "Tommy, I am cold. Come over here and warm me up" I said. "Are you sure, Brad?" he asked. "I sure am, come over here now and warm me up." Tommy lifted the covers and slid in beside me, wearing only a pair of boxers. They didn't stay on long. I started kissing him and feeling his body all over. Tommy moaned in pleasure as I went down on his dick. I sucked him for a few minutes and then went back up to kiss him. "I love you Tommy" I said. "I'm just a street whore" he said. "Not to me you aren't. You are my cousin, and I love you." Tommy seemed to relax. He started sucking on my nipples and went down on my dick, taking all of it deep in his mouth. "Make love to me" I begged. "I have never made love to a guy. I have only fucked and sucked guys, but never made love" he said. That night changed a lot of things for Tommy. We made love. It was gentle and sincere as we kissed and licked all over each other. He was very experienced and taught me some new tricks to try on Tyler. We sucked each other off 2 times before I asked him to fuck me. I gave him the lube and he was gentle putting his 7 1/2 inches inside me. There is no way to describe how it felt for me to be in my bed with Tommy inside me. It was like I was in heaven as he fucked me and kissed me. He lasted a long time and blew a nice load in my ass. It felt neat to have his sperm fill my insides. I lubed up and drilled his ass too. He loved it. I kept fucking him and kissing him and told him how much I loved him. That night was the beginning of a long love affair for us. Now I still loved Tyler, but Tommy was special to me. He was my cousin, and we were blood related. Tommy told me that it was the first time he had made love to a guy. All the other sex he had done was fucking, but this was making love. He taught me many erotic tricks that he had learned. I couldn't wait to try them with Tyler. We fell asleep in my bed, hugging each other all night. It was Friday morning. I had to go to school that day, or I wouldn't be allowed to play in the game on Saturday. I didn't want to leave Tommy, but I had to. He was still sleeping when I got up. I wanted to suck him, but his dick was not washed from last night's fucking, and I didn't want to wake him. I took a shower and pounded off a nice load, thinking about the sex last night with Tommy. I grabbed a glass of juice and some toast and headed for school. Tyler was waiting for me and we walked together. "Did you have sex with him?" he asked. "Sure did. He taught me some stuff that I want to try with you." Tyler wanted details, so I told him all about Tommy's tricks. Tyler was not pissed that I had sex with Tommy. He knew that Tommy was very special in my life, but that Tommy would not displace him as my main lover. Tommy knew how to use his butt muscles when a guy was fucking him. It almost felt like he was going to bite my dick off with his butt. Good thing he didn't have teeth down there! Tommy had learned many blowjob variations, and rimmed me better than anyone ever did. Of all the things that we did that night, I enjoyed the kissing the most. Both Tyler and I had raging boners as we got to the school. The school was wild. Everyone was excited about the game on Saturday and all of us on the team wore our jerseys to school. The boosters had bought us new jerseys, with our names on the back, and "State Class A Championship Finals" on the front. Our classes were shortened that day as a gift from the principal. After lunch, we had a short practice, with only light hitting allowed. We didn't want any injuries before our big game. We knew that the Saginaw team played rough, and had a reputation for dirty tactics. They were the most penalized team in the state. That night my family went out for pizza. It was fun having Tommy living with us. He still had problems with the drugs that had caused some brain function concerns and he was seeing a counselor to help him adjust to his new life. Tommy was going to start in a private school right after Christmas break. He had lost nearly two years of education, and the private school would help him catch up. Dad told me that I had to go to bed early so that I was rested up for the game tomorrow. He told me that I needed to save my strength, and his eye contact told me he meant no sex with Tommy that night. It was strange that dad and I could almost read each other's minds. I knew I wanted to sleep with Tommy again. In fact I planned on sleeping with him every night for the rest of my life if I could. We went to bed about 9:00 p.m. and Tommy got in his own bed. This time I went to his bed and got under the covers with him. We both started sleeping nude, so I reached for his dick and found a nice hard one. I went for it. "Brad, we shouldn't do this. Your dad said for you to save your strength." "Chill out, dude. A blowjob doesn't tire me out. Besides, I can't go to sleep with a boner, and having you in my room gives me one all the time." We kissed and jacked each other. I love kissing Tommy. His tongue works miracles on me. It didn't take long before we were in a 69 position, eating away. Tommy could take all of my dick easily. His training on the street had made him the best cocksucker in the world. We both fingered each other's butthole as we sucked a nice load of cum from each other. Not a drop of juice was wasted. We sucked each other soft and kissed and cuddled. We fell asleep in his bed, enjoying the warmth of our bodies pressed against each other. Mom woke us up the next morning by knocking on the door. The coach had told us to eat a good breakfast, but only a light lunch before the game. The bus was taking the team to Pontiac with a caravan of cars with parents and students to follow. We left for Pontiac at 1:00 p.m. Our Class A Championship game was scheduled for 4:00 p.m. after the Class B finals. I was excited about the game, but nothing can describe how I felt when I boarded the bus with all of the rest of the team cheering and screaming. The coach had tried to prepare us by watching films of the Saginaw team's games. He said he found no weaknesses, and we would have to play the best game of our lives to win. We got to the Silverdome and hit the locker room to get dressed for the pre game warm up. I had been there before, but just as a spectator watching the Detroit Lions play. Walking out on that field and looking up at all the seats and fans made my head spin. It was like I was having a dream. I felt weak and scared. The Saginaw team was much bigger than our team. Their all-American line backer weighed 235 pounds, more than most of our linemen. He was known for hard hitting and was the most penalized guy on their team. We finished our warm-ups, and I felt a little better. We headed for the locker room for the coach's pre game instructions. "Well guys this is it" the coach started. "You have played the best of any team I have ever coached, and I am proud of each and every one of you. Saginaw is tough. They are confident. They are unbeaten in two years. If we play our hearts out, we can beat them. No matter what, I want all of you to know how proud I am of you. We have come a long way this year, and this is going to be our day to show the state how good we are." Matt led us in a pre-game prayer. It was a tradition with our team. We prayed to play our best and for protection for our team from injuries. The locker room was silent except for Matt's words. After the prayer, the locker room erupted as we ran out on the field. It was a big time event. Our team captain was Tom, and he won the toss. We deferred to the second half, and Saginaw chose to receive. The announcer introduced all of the offense and defense starters on each team. As my name was called, I ran to the 50 yard line and then to our sideline. I could hear our fans screaming as my name was called as starting wide receiver. "Wide receiver, number 12, Brad Martin, freshman, 5-9, 160 pounds." I was pumped. The noise was deafening. The game started with our kickoff to Saginaw. I guess the opening kickoff set the tone for most of the game. Their wide receiver took the kickoff and ran it 90 yards for a touchdown. All the air went out of my body. They had ripped us on the very first play and led 7-0. I could feel their confidence growing and ours dropping. The coach tried to settle us down. "That's only one touchdown" he said. "We have a lot of game left, so just play like you know how to play." Our first offensive series went bad. These guys were nasty. They were gang tackling and punching at every chance they had. Their middle linebacker was penalized for a late hit on Matt our quarterback. That was the only first down we got before we had to punt. They took the punt and worked their way down the field. Their scoring drive was 8 plays for 65 yards and they led 14-0 at the end of the first quarter. In the second quarter we did a little better. Steve rushed for four first downs, and I got one pass for 20 yards. I really got creamed by their defensive back and the middle linebacker got me too. I felt my ribs crunch as I was knocked down. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't get up. I laid on the carpet as the referee called time out. The coach and trainer helped me up and asked me if I was hurt. I lied and said I just had the wind knocked out of me. I was sure that I had some fractured ribs. I got up with their help and staggered off the field. We moved the ball better. We were stopped at their 20 yard line and Jason kicked a field goal. The score was now 14-3. I was kept out of the game for most of the second quarter. Their linebacker blitzed and nailed Matt hard. Matt was knocked unconscious, and was out for the rest of the game. Things were looking bad for us. We had just lost our starting quarterback. Jeff was our second string quarterback and he took over. I was back in the game and caught two more passes. Each catch resulted in a first down for us, and also a big hit on me. Saginaw scored another touchdown and led 21-3. We were getting our asses kicked bad. On the last play of the first half, Jeff was hit hard and broke his arm. Now we were fucked for sure. We got in the locker room and the coach gave us a few minutes to take a leak before he talked to us. I grabbed Steve and asked him to get the flak jacket for me. Steve knew without me telling him that I was hurt. He and I went in the back of the locker room and he had to help me undress to put on the protective gear for rib injuries. When Steve saw my bruises and that I couldn't take off my jersey without his help, he wanted to tell the trainer and the coach. "Don't you say a fucking word" I threatened him. "Jeezus Brad, you are busted up. You can't play this way." "Shut the fuck up and help me tape up my ribs and get his jacket on. I am hurt on my right side, and you know I throw with my left arm" Steve did as I asked. I grabbed some Advil and downed them. The coach called us together for the team meeting. "We are in deep shit" he said. "But this game is only half over, and we have our team spirit and pride to keep us playing hard. Brad, you will have to handle the quarterback role for us. Are you ready for it?" "Coach I will do the best I can" I answered. The coach continued giving both the offense and defense things to do differently, and then took me aside. "Brad this is going to be tough on you. I know you haven't played quarterback for us, but we need you to play the best game of your life. You are a smart kid, and I trust you. Tell me what you need from me and the coaching staff." "I want to run the wishbone offense and the option. They don't know I am left handed, and it may surprise them" I said. The coach thought for a minute and said, "It's worth a try. But you know they will try to kill you. This team is nasty. I have complained to the officials, and they will be watching Saginaw closely in the second half, but they will key on you. You have to protect yourself." The coach's words were unnecessary for me. I was scared shitless. I knew the defensive end would be after me on every option play, and the linebacker would be blitzing, trying to nail me. We changed our lineup with Steve as the running back and Brandon as the fullback. They were both told to block their asses off, or we were doomed. We had another prayer and headed out into the bright lights of the Silverdome. We were to receive. I was back to receive along with Jesse, our other wide receiver. We huddled before the kickoff, and decided to try a fake reverse. If I got the ball, our special team would set up a wall on the left side of the field, hoping that Saginaw would go for the fake and flood the right side of the field. If Jesse got the ball, it would be the same pattern for his side of the field. Their kicker nailed the ball good, and I got it on the 5 yard line. Jesse and I pulled off the fake, with me hiding the ball on my left hip. Saginaw bit. They went for Jesse, and the wall was set up for me. I streaked down the left sideline, with only the kicker to beat. I faked him out of his jockstrap and went 95 yards for a touchdown. Our team went wild. The extra point was good, and Saginaw led 21-10. We kicked off and stopped them on their own 25 yard line. They ran a long series of runs and passes. Their wide receiver was considered the best in the state, and a top college prospect. He was an arrogant asshole. He caught a long pass in the end zone, and Saginaw led 28-10. The coach was trying to keep us up, but we all felt like we were whipped. It was Tom who got the team's attention. "We have to play like champions to be champions" he said. "Get the lead out of your asses and let's play football!" We took the kickoff and started on our own 25 yard line. I heard the announcer say "Now at quarterback, Number 12, Brad Martin." We hoped that the Saginaw defense would not know that I was left handed, and it worked. The first play we went left, and I saw the defensive end closing in on me. I saw Jesse open in the flat and hit him for a 20 yard gain. First down! I got nailed by the defensive end, but I got up fast. My ribs were aching like mad. Something clicked in my head on that play. I was hit hard, but I was pumped. The next play we went left again. I saw the defensive end was blocked and I turned up field and ran for 25 yards before I was nailed by the defensive back. We mixed up the plays and went 75 yards. The last play was a drop back pass where I hit our end in the end zone. It was 28-17. The Saginaw team was rattled. They did not expect the option offense. The success of the offense got our defense pumped up. They stopped Saginaw on their next series of downs on the Saginaw 35. We got the ball on our own 35, and we worked the option to perfection. The third quarter ended with us with a first down on the Saginaw 25 yard line. On the first play of the 4th quarter, we went right. Saginaw knew by now that I was a lefty, and their defensive backs left their coverage and went for me. I lofted a real shitty pass to Jesse. It looked like a wounded duck floating in the air, but he caught it and ran into the end zone untouched. Our extra point was blocked and Saginaw led 28-23. The game was getting nasty. Saginaw was frustrated by our offensive success, and they started making stupid mistakes and personal fouls. Neither team seemed to be able to score as we traded punts back and forth. Saginaw had adjusted to our option offense and started creaming us. Their defensive end grabbed my face mask and tried to rip my head off. He was ejected from the game after being warned before for late hits and personal fouls. We had the ball on their 45 yard line, when Steve was hit hard by the middle linebacker and fumbled the ball. There was only five minutes left in the game. Saginaw wanted to put the game away. They started hitting their wide receiver. They were moving the ball down the field and had a first down on our 35 yard line. We knew we were fucked if they got a first down. A field goal would put the game out of reach for us. We called a time out. I went to the coach and told him I could stay with their wide receiver. We had no choice. I went in on defense, and lined up opposite their star receiver. He ran a post pattern. I was ready. As soon as I saw his head turn, I turned too and saw the ball. I jumped as high as I could and intercepted the ball on our 5 yard line. The crowd screamed. The noise in the Silverdome was deafening. There was less than three minutes left in the game, and we were 95 yards away. Our offense took the field. We were pumped. We ran the option to perfection, mixing passes and runs. I carried the ball more than I can remember. Time was running out. We were on their 49 yard line with a first down. There were 50 seconds left in the game. We ran left and I pitched to Steve. He got nailed after a gain of 10 yards, but the clock was running. We ran another play and were stopped. We called our last time out with 7 seconds left on the clock. The score stood at 28-23. Saginaw knew we would go for a pass. The coach gambled and called a sweep right. Saginaw was in a prevent defense with their all-American linebacker sitting back on the 10 yard line. Tom and our right end did their job, and I saw a big hole and headed down the right side line. I could sense that Steve was trailing behind me, as I saw the linebacker closing in on me. The clock had run out. I knew I was going to be creamed. At the last second, I pitched back to Steve and hit the linebacker as hard as I could. The lights went out for me. Steve caught the pitch and ran for a touchdown. When I came to, my vision was blurred. I saw Tom and Steve standing over me. I looked at the scoreboard and saw the score. 29-28!!!!!!!! We had won the state championship!! I was hurting bad. It was all I could do to stand up. I did not want to be carried off the field. The linebacker that I hit was still down. The Silverdome was going wild, with our fans rushing onto the field to celebrate. Tom and Steve helped me up, as we headed for the sideline. The linebacker I hit was carried off the field on a stretcher. My team was celebrating our victory, waiting for the award ceremonies. I ached all over. I knew I had fractured ribs, but I wanted to be part of the celebration. The coach and our team captain, Tom accepted the trophy for Class A State Champions. Tom called me out on the field, and the media took pictures of us holding the trophy. My family was in heaven. They had watched me play the best game of my life. The locker room was going wild as we entered. I saw Tommy and Kevin outside the locker room and grabbed them and pulled them inside to share in our celebration. Normally only the team is allowed in the locker room, but the coach cut me some slack. Tommy and Kevin hugged me and congratulated me on the game. I hugged my cousins, loving it that they were there to help me celebrate. It hurt when they hugged me, but I was crying tears of happiness. The coach finally settled us down so he could talk to us. "You guys just proved to the entire state just how good you are! I am so proud of you that I can't say the right words. Just know that we are STATE CHAMPIONS!" he screamed. He had the football from the last play and the team always gets to name who should get the game ball. The vote was unanimous. "Brad!" "Brad!" "Brad!" It was the most exciting time of my life! The coach gave the team a marker, and everyone signed the ball. The media was let into the locker room as I told my cousins to check out the guys in the shower room. Both Tommy and Kevin laughed, but I knew they wanted to see some meat. I don't remember a lot of the media attention. I was interviewed along with Steve by a local TV station, and lots of pictures were taken of the team with the trophy that would be placed in our school. Steve had to help me undress. The coach noticed the flak jacket on me for the first time. "Brad, when did you get busted up" he asked as he saw my battered rib cage for the first time. "In the second quarter" I replied. "Holy shit! You played like that with banged up ribs? I would have pulled you out of the game if I had known that" he said. Steve told the coach that I had made him promise not to tell. The coach just smiled at me and told me how proud he was of me. He knew that a bunch of college scouts were watching our game, and that I had made him proud of me. It hurt so bad for me to lift my arms that Steve had to take off my jersey, pads and T-shirt. He ripped off the tape and I screamed in pain. Steve looked at me and I saw lust in his eyes. "When we get out of here, I am gonna give you the best blowjob of your life!" he said. I laughed. It hurt to laugh, but I was in heaven. The media was told to leave so the team could shower. Kevin and Tommy were still there, checking out the weenies of the team. Matt seemed real interested in meeting Tommy. "You never told me you had a cute cousin like these two guys" he said. I was shocked. The hottest guy in the school seemed hot for my cousins. I hit the shower, and the team was screaming all the time. It was Steve that announced a team jack off in the shower room. We were all on a super high. Everyone grabbed their dick and started whacking it. Boners were everywhere. Cum flew. Everyone got off a nice load, and the floor of the shower room was covered with jizz. It was awesome. We all dressed and the team trainer helped me by taping up my ribs. I saw Tommy talking to Matt as he was dressing, and I could read Tommy's mind. He was hot for Matt! The team left the locker room and headed for the bus. My parents were waiting to congratulate me. It was an awesome time for me. My body ached all over, but I would not let anything interfere with the celebration. Uncle Ben came up to me, knowing that I was hurt. I told him that I thought that I had fractured ribs. Uncle Ben told me he would take care of me when we got home. The bus ride back to the school was unreal. Everyone was going wild. Jesse had his blaster playing Queen, "We Are the Champions" and we all sang along. It was a time to remember for the rest of my life. We got back to the school and saw a mass of fans waiting for us. Everyone was screaming for joy! The entire school was celebrating. Mom and dad invited the team to our home for a celebration. The entire town was celebrating our victory. Even the mayor came to our house to congratulate us, and tell us how proud the entire city was of our team. Our house overflowed with people. The street was blocked off by the police so that the entire town could celebrate. The party lasted a long time. Dad and mom were taking pictures of everyone. I gave the game ball to my true love, Tyler, and my jersey from the game to Tommy. The celebration was going strong when Steve grabbed me and told me we had to leave for a few minutes. He nodded to Kevin and Tommy and we slipped out of the back door and walked to Steve's house. No one was home there. I was surprised to see who Steve had invited to our special celebration. Matt was there, with Steve, Tommy, Kevin, Tyler, Todd and six other guys from the team. Now I did not know what Steve had planned when I saw the other guys from the team. Steve just smiled, and said it was time for a party! "No one gets to suck his boyfriend" Steve announced. Clothes flew off. Brandon grabbed me and went down on my dick. I had never suspected that Brandon was into guys, but he sure knew how to suck. Matt grabbed Tommy and had his dick in his mouth in seconds. I watched Tommy's face as he filled Matt's hungry mouth with his big dick. Jesse took Kevin's tool right to the hair. It was awesome seeing Kevin being sucked by the black wide receiver that I had figured was as straight as an arrow. Cocks were sucked and cum was guzzled. No one was left out. Tyler was sucking Mike. It felt weird for me to see Tyler eating a guy that he had never met before. Steve told us we only had a few minutes before we had to go back to the party at my house. Before we left, everyone blew a load. Matt even had time to fuck Tommy, and I saw that they were enjoying each other a lot. There were a lot of pissed off guys when Steve told us we had to leave. We packed up our dicks and headed back to my house. Matt and Tommy were the last to be ready to leave. Tommy was just blowing his load in Matt's ass as we left. The party at my house lasted late. No one wanted it to end. Uncle Ben ordered a ton of pizzas, but the local Pizza Hut would not take any money from him. All the pizzas and soft drinks were donated by the Pizza Hut manager. It was almost three in the morning when the party ended. Kevin and Tommy and I were there with our family. It was then that Kevin pulled his silver chain out of his pocket and put it around his neck. Uncle Ben had the camera, as we put our pendants together. The Martin family was together again, and Kevin and Tommy and I were bonded again for life. END OF THE STORY Author note: I have had many readers email me about this story. The Life of Brad is not fictional. Some of the characters were taken from real life people, but all the names have been changed, and the schools named in this story do not exist. I hope you have enjoyed this story of love among young guys. 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