Date: Sun, 22 Nov 1998 18:26:41 PST
From: author_up@hotmail.com
Subject: Life of Brad Chapter 9

Life of Brad B/b B/B

Chapter 9

The football tryouts began.  The coaches quickly saw how fast I was,
remarking that I was the fastest guy in the tryouts.  I worked hard
learning the plays, and was early for every practice.  It was during the
tryouts that I met Steve Nordstrom, a tall handsome junior.  Steve was drop
dead cute, Junior Class President, and the most popular guy in the entire
school.  Every girl in the school wanted to date him, and from what I could
observe, Steve was scoring a lot of sex with girls.  He was a running back
too, so we spent a lot of time running plays together.  Steve seemed to
like me and a friendship began.  The tryouts lasted two weeks, and I
remember how elated I was when I saw my name on the junior varsity team
roster.  My parents and I celebrated at Pizza Hut with Todd included.  He
was proud of me, but I sensed some jealousy whenever I talked about Steve.

We began daily practices.  I was working hard at learning the plays for
wide receivers and running backs.  I even got a few chances to take snaps
as a third string quarterback.  I completed the passes when I was the
quarterback, and enjoyed the challenge of learning a new position on the
team.

The coach noticed me and gave me a lot of encouragement.  He clocked me at
4.5 seconds in the 40 yard dash.  I was faster than anyone, even the
varsity players.  One of the wide receivers on the varsity team got hurt in
full contact practice, and had to have knee surgery.  The coach asked me
what I thought about moving up to the varsity team.  I was shocked.  I was
5-8, 150 pounds.  A real shrimp compared to the varsity linemen who
averaged over 200 pounds. I jumped at the chance and tried to figure out
how to get my parents to agree with me playing varsity.  I tried to think
of some way to approach them.  The coach told me that they had to agree
before I could make the move.  He said I was only the third guy he had ever
moved up to varsity as a freshman, but he was sure I could do it.

That night at dinner, I decided to act like a man and just lay it out
straight to my parents.

"Mom and dad, I have something important to talk to you about" I started.
They both were eating their dessert, and looked at me.  "The coach wants me
to move up to the varsity team, and I need your permission to do it" I
continued.  "I really want to do it.  Please say you will let me" I
pleaded.

"Absolutely out of the question" mom blurted out.  "You are too small and
too young."

I turned to look at dad and pleaded for his help.  His eyes locked on mine
and I saw him smile.

"Give your mom and me a few minutes" he said.

I left the table and went to my room, hearing them arguing even before my
door shut.  I stayed in my room waiting for the verdict.  It was mom that
knocked on my door and asked to come in.

"We have decided to agree with you moving up to the varsity team" she said.

I jumped up and hugged her and kissed her.  I was expecting them to say
"No", but things were different now in our home.  Mom smiled at me and told
me she loved me.

"I love you too mom" I said, as I reached for my phone to call Todd and
give him the news.  Todd congratulated me, and told me he had a special
gift to give me to celebrate my new status as a varsity player.  I knew he
meant a blowjob, and that excited me.

It was during a full contact practice that the coach put me in as a
tailback.  I was supposed to take the handoff and hit a hole created by the
right guard.  We ran the play three times, with our right guard missing his
block so that I got creamed by the defensive tackle and linebacker.  I was
pissed.  It seemed to me that the right guard, Tom Phelps was intentionally
missing the block so that I would be nailed.  After the third time, I lost
it and cussed him out.  He got pissed and attacked me.  The other players
pulled him off me, and we ran the play again.  He did the same thing and I
got blasted by a clean shot from the linebacker.

"If you're not going to block, go sit on the bench you lazy fucker!" I
screamed at him.

He attacked me again.  This time I was ready and I dogged his punch and
tripped him, jumping on him to punch him in the gut.  The coaches pulled us
apart.  Steve and some of the other guys on the offense started bitching
him out for not trying to block, and Tom challenged me to a fight.  Now on
our team, we had an agreement that if things got to the point of exchanging
blows, the fight was taken inside with boxing gloves on a makeshift ring.
I accepted Tom's challenge, even though he was 230 pounds and about 6
inches taller than me.  The coaches tried to intervene, based on our size
difference, but I was hot.  I told them I could take the lazy fucker, and
the practice was ended.

We got in the gym, and changed into shorts, still wearing our jocks and
cups.  The coach tried to talk me out of the fight, but I insisted on
defending my position.  The gloves were put on, and the crowd was split,
about half cheering for each of us.  I looked at Tom and saw his
confidence.  A few of his buddies told him that this was not a fair fight,
since Tom outweighed me by almost 80 pounds.  They were pissed at him for
being lazy in his blocking assignments, and were ragging on him for picking
a fight with a freshman.

Now I had never been in a fight like this one.  Dad had been in the Navy
Seals, and was an expert in all types of self-defense and hand-to-hand
combat.  He had taught me a great deal about how to defend myself, and I
was ready.

The coach was the referee, as the fight began, with the team silent,
expecting the fight to be over fast, with me lying on the mats.  I am left
handed, and Tom was not used to fighting a lefty.  I attacked first and
nailed him with a series of fast jabs with my right hand and a hard left to
his jaw that dropped him.  My teammates started screaming when Tom hit the
mats.  He got up fast, and I saw his eyes stare at me in disbelief that I
had creamed him.  He lunged forward, swinging wildly, as I scored punch
after punch to his face and belly.  I started realizing that I had him, and
launched a volley of punches to his face and chest.  I could see his knees
start to buckle, as I landed a hard left to his belly.  Tom dropped to his
knees, reeling from the impact of my punch.

His eyes changed from confidence to fear.  He knew he was about to get his
ass kicked by a freshman in front of his teammates, and he knew he could
never live with the humiliation.  Tom got up and I started working on his
face again.  Blood was running out of his nose after I landed a hard left
and sent his head rocking back.  He was staggering, and I knew one more
good punch would take him out.  It was then that he started clutching me,
trying to clear his head and regain his strength.  I kept pushing him away,
and I worked him over real good.

Something clicked inside my brain.  Here was a senior who was supposed to
be a top college prospect for a football scholarship and I was kicking his
ass!  I saw his eyes.  They were pleading for me to not humiliate him.  He
clutched me again, and held on.  The rest of the team had been kept back
from the makeshift ring, so they did not hear him whisper to me.

"Please don't do this to me.  Please" he begged.

I pushed him away.  My mind started working overtime.  I didn't like
fighting, and I never wanted to hurt anyone.  I knew I had him, but at the
same time, I didn't want him to be humiliated.  I threw another few punches
and he grabbed me again, holding on.  Before the coach broke us up, I
whispered to him.

"I'll throw a left and you give me your best right."

The coach broke us apart, I threw a sloppy left leaving myself wide open
for his right hand punch.  He put all his remaining strength in the punch,
and it slammed into my jaw, and my lights went out.  The next thing I
remember was the coach holding smelling salts under my nose.  I was looking
up at the ceiling lights of the gym and heard Tom's friends congratulating
him for winning the fight.  The coach helped me into his office and laid me
on the cot at the side of the room.  I lay there for about 10 minutes until
my head cleared.

"I know what you did" the coach said to me.  He was kneeling next to the
cot, putting ice on my jaw.  "You had him and you threw the fight" he said
to me.

It hurt to even try to talk.  I shook my head to say no, but the coach had
heard me whisper to Tom.

"You could have dropped him any time you wanted to, but you knew he would
be humiliated" the coach continued.  "You just proved your character to me,
and I respect you for letting Tom win and avoid the embarrassment of having
his ass kicked by a freshman.  You just gained my respect more than ever."

I tried to lie to the coach, but knew it was futile.  My jaw still ached
like hell, as the coach helped me stand up.  My head was dizzy, but he
steadied me until my head cleared.

"You just proved to me that I made the right decision by moving you up to
varsity" he said.  "That was proof that you are part of the team."

I staggered into the empty locker room, undressed and hit the showers.  The
coach was right.  I knew I could have taken Tom out, but chose to let him
save face with the rest of the team.  I finished my shower, dressed and
left the locker room.  As I opened the door to leave, I saw Tom standing
there with Steve and three other guys from the team.

"You guys ditch.  I want to talk to Brad alone" Tom said.

The other guys left, and Tom looked me straight in the eyes.  I saw a
different guy looking back at me.

"I don't know what to say," he said to me.  "You and I both know that you
had me.  You could have bragged to the whole school that you kicked a
senior's ass, and you would have been a super celebrity.  Why did you let
me win?"

I was honest with Tom.  "I just wanted to prove my point is all.  You were
intentionally making me look bad in practice, and I was pissed.  I'm not
the kind of guy who wants to hurt anyone, so I proved to you that I was a
part of a team, and I want our team to win, not just me."

"Well, you sure proved something to me, little buddy.  You pack a mean
punch!  Where did you learn to fight like that?" he asked.

"My dad taught me to never start a fight, but he taught me how to take care
of myself" I replied.

"Thanks, Brad" he said.  "I owe you one.  What can I do to repay you?"

"Just block for me like you do for Steve" I replied.

"You got it" he replied.  "Can I drive you home?"

"Sure, I'd like that" I said.  "I still feel kinda weak, and my jaw is
sore.  You really hammered me."

"Sorry about that, and sorry that I wasn't blocking for you" he said.  "Can
we be friends" he asked, holding out his hand for me to shake.

"We already are" I said.

Tom offered to buy me some food at McDonald's, but I told him that my jaw
was too sore for chewing.  My face was swollen, and I knew when I got home
my mom would freak if she knew I got in a fight with a senior lineman.  Tom
bought me a super size chocolate shake at McDonald's and we talked the
entire way home.  He kept thanking me, and told me that he would never pick
a fight with me again.  I wanted to laugh, but my face was too sore.

We got to my house and I knew my parents were home and it was time for
dinner.  I invited Tom in, but he was afraid to meet my parents after
fighting with me.  I grabbed his hand and dragged him into the house.

"You got enough food ready for two hungry guys? I asked mom.

She said yes before she saw my face.  Her face drained.

"What happened to your face?" she cried, running to look at me closer.

"Tom and I were practicing some boxing moves that he learned, and I kinda
caught one from his right hand" I said, actually being almost honest.

I think my dad saw through my lie, but he shook hands with Tom and asked
him to join us for dinner.  Tom said he had to go home because his parents
and brother were going out for dinner that night.  We said goodbye and he
thanked me again.  I tried to eat normally, but my jaw really hurt.  I left
my dinner unfinished and said I had some homework to do, and asked to be
excused from the table.  Dad followed me to my room and asked me what
really happened.  He said it would be OTR (Off The Record).

It had been a long time since dad and I had an OTR.  I told him the truth.
He smiled at me, left my room and returned with an ice pack.

"You are growing up, son" he said.  "That was a very special thing you did
for Tom, and it proves that you are a man."

"Thanks dad, that means a lot to me."

At the next practice, Tom got me alone and told me that the team was going
to do something to initiate me, and that I might not like it.  He told me
that any freshman that had ever made the varsity team had been initiated.
Right after the practice, I found out what the initiation was.

I had just come out of the shower room and only had a towel when some guys
grabbed me and put a towel over my head so I couldn't see.  I struggled,
but I knew they were much stronger than me.  They gagged me and put tape on
my hands behind my back.  I was being led somewhere outside the gym.  I
felt a cold feeling on my back as the guys taped me to a post.  I could
feel a towel covering my crotch, and could hear their voices.  I recognized
all of them, including Tom.

The next thing I heard was a bunch of girls' voices.  It was the
cheerleading squad, leaving after their practice, and the girls were
checking me out.  I felt the towel being lifted and knew they were checking
out my dick.  A hand was stroking my dick and I started to get hard.

"Look at the size of that dick!"

"Who is it?"

"I think it's Brad Martin."

I was humiliated.  All those girls seeing me nude.  Then I heard an adult
voice.

"What is going on here?"

It was Ms. Masters, the cheerleading coach.  She yelled at all the girls to
leave, as she took off the tape, gag and towel that covered my head.  She
told me to get dressed and meet her in the principal's office.

When I got to Mr. Simpson's office it was obvious that he knew what had
happened.  He told me that I had to tell who had done this to me.  I lied
and said I didn't know.  He didn't buy my lie.  He continued interrogating
me and told me that if I didn't tell him who did it, I would be suspended.
I was not going to rat out my teammates, so I got suspended.

When I got home that evening, I decided to tell my parents the truth.
Well, some of it anyway.  I would not tell them who did it, and explained
that it was just a prank, and that if the guys were identified, they would
be expelled.  I sure didn't want to hurt the team by having five of our
best players expelled.  Mom and dad listened.  Then they said something
that shocked me.

"We understand your position on this.  We will support you and try to get
you back in school without you telling who did it."

They were both treating me like an adult.  I loved them for it.  I gave
both of them a big hug and kiss and headed for my room.  My phone was
ringing and it was Todd.  He knew what had happened.  He said the whole
school must know by now.

The next day we had a meeting in Mr. Simpson's office.  Mom and dad were
there, along with my football coach and the cheerleading coach.  All I said
was that if anyone should be expelled, it should be the cheerleaders for
lifting the towel.  I was not left nude by the football players.  I was
asked to leave while the adults talked.  Mr. Simpson finally caved in and
said I could return to school after three days of suspension.

When I returned to school, Tom found me and asked why I didn't rat them
out.  He knew I recognized the voices of the guys who taped me up.  I
explained why I kept quiet, and he told me that things went too far and he
was sorry.

"Chill out" I told him.  "I may get a few dates from the cheerleaders now."

Tom laughed.  The coach never said anything to the team except no more
initiations, OR ELSE!"  Practices were going better for me, and I really
felt accepted by the varsity team.

I didn't get to play in the first two games, but we won both of them.  I
continued working hard in practice and the coaches noticed my effort and
dedication.  My big opportunity came in the third game of the year.  It was
an away game at Lapeer South.  I did not start, but the coach put me in
during the first quarter as a wide receiver.  All the plays were shuttled
in from the sidelines.  We tried two running plays that netted a total of
two yards.  It was third and 8 from our own 35 yard line, when the play
came in.  It was a pass play where I was to run a post pattern, with the
primary receiver being the tight end.  He was knocked down in the pass
pattern, and the quarterback found me open up the middle and lofted a pass.
I caught it and raced into the end zone.  My first varsity touchdown!  The
first guy to congratulate me was Tom, and that was special to me.

I caught two more passes in that game, and got a chance at tailback.  I
gained 120 yards receiving and 50 yards on three rushing carries, and my
future as a football player looked great.

The next game I was the starting wide receiver.  I caught four passes in
that game from Matt, our starting quarterback.  I scored two touchdowns on
passes, and gained 80 yards as a tailback.  Tom had opened the hole for me
several times, and our friendship grew strong.  Steve had become a close
friend too.  I introduced him to Todd.  They had seen each other in school,
but had never really met.  Steve was dating a cheerleader and had invited
me to a party after the game.  I saw his girlfriend, Amy at the party and
saw how beautiful she was.  She gave me a lot of compliments about how I
played, and told me that she wanted to fix me up with a girlfriend of hers.
It was then that I met Melissa.  She was a sophomore, and had long brown
hair, beautiful brown eyes, and a body to die for.

Melissa and I hit it off great.  We ended up dancing and talking a lot at
that party, and I asked her for a date the next night to see a movie.  She
agreed, and we saw the movie "Titanic".

Todd was jealous that I was dating Melissa.  I told him to chill out, that
I was just trying to keep up my image as a stud.  It was Sunday afternoon,
and I was in Todd's room, telling him about my date with Melissa.  I told
him all I did was kiss her goodnight, with my dad waiting for me in the
driveway to take me home.  Todd needed reassurance that he and I were still
lovers, so we ended up in his room, sucking and fucking like we had done
many times before.

The school year continued with our football team unbeaten.  I was very
popular in school due primarily to my status on the football team.  It was
after one of our home games when I scored with Melissa.  Dad dropped me off
at the party and told me to call when I needed a ride home.  Melissa ran up
to me at the door and planted a nice tongue kiss on me, congratulating me
for my performance in the game.  I knew something was different about her
as she kept touching me and hugging me.  Melissa initiated our visit to the
bedroom.  As soon as she closed the door, she grabbed me and started French
kissing me.  Her hands were all over my body, pulling off my shirt.  My
dick was ready to rip open the front of my pants as I lifted her sweatshirt
and unhooked her bra.  We fell on the bed, with my mouth sucking and
licking all over her firm tits.  I knew she was hot when she rubbed the
front of my jeans and told me to take them off.  I jumped off the bed and
stripped nude.  She looked at me and stared at my dick.

"That's the nicest dick I have ever seen" she said.

I wondered how many dicks she had seen, but knew that my 7 inches of dick
was impressive.  Todd had kept measuring me, and marveled that my dick was
growing longer and thicker every time he measured it.  His had reached 6
inches, but was still slender.  A perfect size for sucking.

I got back on the bed and made out with Melissa.  We were not going steady
or anything, but she seemed super horny.  I undressed her and showed her
that I knew how to please a girl.  I ate her and she had two nice loud
orgasms, before I rolled on a baggie and fucked her.  We must have fucked
for about 15 minutes, with her screaming as she had two more orgasms before
I filled the condom with my load.  We lay on the bed nude, talking and
cuddling when we heard a knock on the door.

"Melissa, your mom is on the phone" Amy said.

Melissa and I got up and dressed and came out of the bedroom.  Steve was
standing outside with Amy, waiting their turn on the bed.  He smiled at me,
and I saw something in his eyes that surprised me.  It's hard to explain,
but he seemed to be giving me vibes.  Melissa had to leave.  Her mom picked
her up and I kissed her goodnight.

I went back to the family room of the home and saw a bunch of couples
making out.  Stephanie Mortson came up to me and asked if I was lonely.
That was the wrong question to ask a horny guy of 14.  We ended up making
out on the couch, with me getting a nice feel of her tits and her grabbing
my dick through my jeans.  As soon as Steve and Amy left the bedroom,
Stephanie grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom.  As soon as we locked
the door, she was on her knees, unzipping my jeans and grabbing my dick.
She sucked me off until I came in her mouth.  I pushed her back on the bed,
undressed her, and started eating her pussy.  She made a lot of noise when
she came, screaming and grabbing my head.

I rolled on a baggie and fucked her for about 15 minutes before she and I
came together.  This was an awesome party!  She wanted to stay with me in
the bedroom, but someone was knocking on the door, yelling for us to give
someone else a chance to be alone.  We dressed, and I saw Matt, the
quarterback holding onto a cute black girl.  I smiled at him as Stephanie
and I left the room so they could fuck.  Stephanie went to grab something
to drink and I saw some of her friends talking to her and laughing.  I knew
she was telling them about having sex with me.  It was then that I saw
Steve and Amy arguing.  Amy seemed really pissed at Steve as she walked out
of the house.  Steve just stood there, his face showing anger.

Steve walked up to me and asked me if I would leave with him.  Stephanie
was still talking to her friends as Steve and I left the party and got in
his car.  The engine of his Camaro roared as we left the party.  I could
tell that Steve was pissed, but I said nothing to him.  I looked at his
face when he was driving, and my dick started to get hard.  He told me that
he and Amy had just broke up, and he was pissed.  I sensed that he was hurt
more than pissed.

Steve asked me if I would go with him to his house.  I didn't have any
curfew, so I agreed.  He told me that he knew I had fucked both Melissa and
Stephanie.  He had heard them moaning and screaming in the bedroom.  He
drove us to his house and asked if I would come in for a while, that he
wanted to talk to me.  I agreed.  Steve's parents were not home.  We went
to his bedroom and he laid on his bed.  I sat on the bed and saw tears
forming in his eyes.

"Jeez, Steve, what's wrong?" I asked.

At first he was silent and then he started to talk.

"I'm jealous" he said.

I just sat there looking at this incredibly handsome junior.  He had
everything in the world, I thought.  The most popular guy in the school,
and the leading rusher on the football team.  What could he be jealous of?

"Brad, I want to tell you a secret about me" he said.  I saw the tears
start to flow down his face.  "I'm jealous of you."

I couldn't understand how the most popular guy in the school could be
jealous of me.

"I know you fucked two different girls tonight" he said.  "I just wished
that it was me that was in the bedroom with you."

Now I was shocked.  I couldn't even speak.  I looked into his eyes and saw
a different Steve from the one I knew from the football team.

"I'm bi, Brad" he said.  "I'm bi, and I have been trying to stop thinking
about you and how incredibly cute you are.  You turn me on more than any
girl I have ever met".

My mind went blank, as I looked at him and our eyes met.  This was a
different Steve from the one I knew in school and on the football team.  I
saw something in his eyes that reminded me of the way Derek had looked at
me at Camp Eagle.  Steve had just told me a deep secret about himself.  I
laid on his bed with my head next to his and looked at the ceiling,
wondering about my own sexuality.  I felt Steve's face getting closer to
mine.  His mouth closed over mine and we kissed.  At first the kiss was
soft and tentative, but the passion grabbed us both as the kissed changed
to tongue kisses.  His hand rubbed the front of my jeans and I got a full
woody.  I felt his hand unzipping my jeans, but I made no effort to stop
him.  Steve opened the front of my jeans and started pulling them down.  I
lifted up, and he pulled down my jeans, and then my boxers.  My dick stood
up hard and ready for his hand.  He started jacking me off, and then I felt
him move, and my dick was in his mouth.

Steve moaned and sucked on my dick.  My head was spinning.  His mouth was
making love to me just like Derek had done to me at camp.  It was then that
I realized that this was better than the sex I had just had with two of the
most beautiful girls in the school.  I pushed his head away from my dick
and told him to undress.  He got up off the bed and stripped nude, as I
removed all of my clothes.  He lay next to me and we kissed.  Our passion
flowed as we tongued each other and grabbed each other's dicks.  I felt his
7 inches of manhood, and kissed him passionately.  I kissed his neck and
went for his nipples.  I sucked and licked them and continued licking his
body, as my mouth traveled down to his belly.  I could smell his body
aroma, and I was lost in love for him.  When my mouth took his dick deep
inside, I heard him moan loudly.  He moved on the bed so that we were in a
69 position and we ate each other.

There is no way for me to describe how it felt for me to be having sex with
Steve.  We continued sucking and licking each other until we both shot our
loads in each other's mouths.  Not a drop of semen was wasted.  When our
dicks had stopped throbbing, he moved and kissed me.  Feelings of love
swept through my body as this incredibly handsome guy was kissing me after
eating my jizz.

"I love you Brad" he said.

"I love you too", I said.

We laid there on his bed and began talking.  He told me that I was the
coolest guy he had ever met and that he had wanted to have sex with me
since the first day he met me.  I told Steve that he was awesome, and that
I had never dreamed that we would ever be intimate like we had just been.

"Will you fuck me?" he asked.

I pushed him back on the bed and went down on him again.  His dick hardened
quickly.  I licked and sucked on his nuts, and started licking under his
nutsack.  Steve lifted his legs, and exposed his butthole to me.  My mouth
found his hole and began licking and probing inside with my tongue.

Steve reached for the drawer next to his bed and handed me a tube of
lubricant.  I squeezed some lube on his hole and pushed in two fingers to
prepare him for my dick.  I squeezed more lube on my dick and positioned my
body to enter him.  He moaned as my dick slid in and continued until I was
buried in his tight ass.  I waited for him to relax, and then I began
fucking him.  At first I was slow and gentle, until I heard him tell me to
fuck him hard.  I slammed my dick in his ass and fucked him for at least 10
minutes before my cock erupted, filling his ass with my hot cream.

Steve was moaning and pinching my nipples as I blasted my cum inside him.
He pulled my face to his and kissed me passionately.  I knew then that guy
sex was what I wanted in life.  This handsome guy had just proved that to
me, and I loved him for opening my eyes to reality.  I pulled my cock out
of his ass, and lay on the bed next to him.  We continued kissing, as I
asked him to fuck me.

Steve was startled at my request, but he wanted to fuck me more than life
itself.  He wasted no time in lubing me up and sticking his dick inside me.
I grabbed his ass and pulled him deep inside me, sucking on his mouth and
biting his tongue.  He slammed his dick inside me and screamed as his cum
shot into my ass.  I felt the warm flood of his semen fill my insides, and
almost passed out in lust for this handsome guy.


To be continued in Chapter 10.

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