Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2012 23:52:47 -0500
From: scmoore2009@gmail.com
Subject: The New Sports Reporter

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the events depicted are based on real life events. If you are in an area
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Rusty was walking through the football practice facility at State
University after a long pre-season two-a-day. He had just started a new job
as a sports reporter for the local newspaper. Mostly he'd be covering the
smaller sports, but the head football writer wanted him to help cover
summer practices so he could get to know the coaching staff and be ready to
step in and cover things if the need arose. This was one of his first times
in the building, and after practice he'd wandered around the equipment
rooms, the various offices, and the weight rooms. Now he was starting to
get kind of lost.

At 28, Rusty was the youngest member of the newspaper?s sports staff, and
tended to just kind of blend into the crowd when he was on campus.
Particularly on a day like today, when he was just wearing gym shorts and a
t-shirt, his shaggy blonde hair, blue eyes and southern frat boy style
tended to lead folks to believe that he was just another student. That was
nice in a lot of ways - he could still go out to the bars and not get weird
looks like some of the older townies did.

His self-guided tour had lasted a little longer than he had wanted,
especially now that he wasn't exactly sure how to get out of the building.
Practice had ended a while ago, and it seemed like there were fewer and
fewer people in the building as time passed. Before long, it seemed like
Rusty might have been the only person left. He turned a corner, and found
himself in the locker room. No one was at their locker, but a shower was
running on the other side of the room.

Rusty poked his head around a bay of lockers and saw T.J., a senior and one
of the team's linebackers, standing under the running water. T.J. was a
farm boy, with a lean but muscular body, short-cropped hair and a goatee.
He was obviously enjoying his shower, since he was standing under the water
with his eyes closed and hadn't really moved since Rusty had come in the
room. Rusty stepped back a little behind the lockers to where he could see
T.J. but T.J. couldn't see him.

One thing no one in his new town knew was that Rusty was gay. No one in his
old town knew either, or anyone else for that matter. Except his high
school classmate that he hooked up with during a tutoring session once. And
the three or four guys on Craigslist that he'd made connections with since
college was over. But definitely no one in his new town. And definitely
none of the athletes on the teams he covered.

T.J. finally started to stir a bit and got to finishing his shower. Rusty
could see him as he soaped up his pecs, which were covered in a layer of
short blonde hair. His hands moved to his stomach, and eventually down to
his cock, which was about half hard as his hand rubbed soap all around it.
It was one of the biggest Rusty had ever seen, in person or otherwise. Even
just semi-erect it was probably six inches long and as big around as a Red
Bull. Rusty's gym shorts were constraining his rock-hard dick, but his
staring had to stop as T.J. finished rinsing himself off and turned off the
shower. Rusty turned around and crept back toward the door he came in
through, turning back around just in time for a towel-wrapped T.J. to come
around the lockers on his way to get dressed.

"Oh, hey T.J. I thought I heard a shower running, and I was wondering who
was still here."

Rusty noticed there was still a bulge in T.J.'s towel.

"Yeah dude, I was really beat after practice today. I needed a a good
one. What are you still doing here? It looks like everyone else is gone."

"Well, I got kinda lost while I was taking a look around the building, so I
was glad to hear a shower running because I was going to come ask you how
to get out of here."

"I don't think that's the only reason you were glad to hear the shower
going," T.J. said, turning around toward his locker and throwing the towel
into a bin. He walked over toward Rusty, completely naked.

"Whaddya mean, T.J.?" Rusty said, backing up toward the door again.

"I saw you standing behind those lockers, staring at me and rubbing your
dick. You like what you see?" T.J. asked.

"Um, well, ya see," Rusty stammered, as T.J. got close enough now to be
right up in his face. T.J.'s hand was around his cock, and he leaned in and
whispered right in Rusty's ear,

"Why don't you get down and suck it?"

Rusty looked into T.J.?s eyes and saw that he was serious. He fell to his
knees, his face looking right at T.J.'s crotch. He could smell the soap
from the shower, and the musk of his body. He felt the head of T.J.'s cock
on his lips and let it slide inside his mouth.

"That's right. Take it," T.J. said. His cock was fully hard now, a little
over 8 inches. And just as thick as before. Rusty licked and sucked it as
T.J. pushed it further into his mouth. As T.J. pulled out and shoved back
in, Rusty could taste a bead of precum on his tongue, and T.J.'s cock got
closer to the back of his throat. Rusty reached up and took T.J.'s balls in
his hand, feeling the fuzz with his fingers and putting his hand in
position to use on T.J.'s cock while he put his mouth to work in earnest.

"Oh yeah. You're good at this, boy. You must've had plenty of practice,"
T.J. said. "You blow all the football players you cover? Or just the ones
you 'catch' showering?"

"Mmmm," Rusty groaned as T.J. shoved his cock in to his mouth as far as he
could. He pulled his gym shorts and boxers down a bit and grabbed his own
7-inch cock and started jacking it.

"Getting off on this, aren't you? You like my cock in your mouth,"
T.J. said.

"Mmhmm," Rusty groaned, sending a feeling down T.J.'s cock from tip to base
that made him shudder.

"You'll like my cock in your ass even better then," T.J. said, grabbing
Rusty by the shirt and pulling him up. Rusty kicked off his shorts and
underwear, and T.J.  guided him over to a bench that ran between two rows
of lockers. T.J. pulled Rusty's shirt off, tossing it to the side. "Get on
all fours," he commanded.

Rusty climbed onto the bench, mentally preparing himself for what was about
to happen. He saw T.J. walk over to a medical cart near the door and grab a
tube of some kind of liquid. He walked back over to the bench and smeared
some in Rusty's crack. It felt cold, but pleasant, and Rusty's body reacted
by moving back toward T.J.'s hand.

"Brace yourself," T.J. said, before popping his lube-covered index finger
into Rusty's ass. He pushed his finger in farther as Rusty tried to keep
his muscles as loose as possible. T.J. pulled his finger almost all the way
out, then back in, and continued this a couple times before using a second
finger as well. Rusty's body was still responding, rocking a bit to help
T.J.'s fingers move in and out. Groaning with pleasure, he could feel his
hard cock leaking onto the bench.

"Alright, dude, let's get down to business," T.J. said, lining up with
Rusty's ass. Rusty felt the tip of T.J's cock pushing for entry again, and
suddenly T.J was inside of him.

"Unnhh" he grunted, feeling T.J. push inch after inch of his cock inside of
him. He went quickly, but not so quickly that there was much pain. Rusty
wasn't the most experienced at this, but it wasn't his first time at the
rodeo either. Soon he felt T.J.'s pubes up against his ass.

T.J. started pumping in and out. He grabbed Rusty's hips and really pulled
him in for every thrust. Rusty thought about how glad he was that no one
was left in the building, because surely they would hear what was going
on. Both men were grunting, and the rhythmic slapping of T.J.'s balls to
Rusty's ass was echoing through the locker room. Rusty felt T.J. slow down
a bit, and bend down so that his chest was rubbing on Rusty's back while he
thrusted in and out.

"This is so hot," T.J. whispered in his ear. "Your ass feels really good."

Rusty squeezed his ass muscles around T.J.'s cock. "Don't slow down then,"
he said. "Fuck me harder!"

T.J. pulled his cock out of Rusty's ass and flipped him over so he was
laying on his back on the bench. Rusty put his ankles up over T.J.'s
shoulders, and T.J. leaned in toward Rusty and really started to pound him
out.

"Oh Teej! Oh my god! Yeah! Yeah! Fuck Me! Right there! Oh! Oh!" T.J's cock
was hitting Rusty's g-spot and Rusty knew he was going to cum soon.

T.J. reached down and grabbed Rusty's cock. It was still leaking precut,
making it easy for T.J. to jack him off.

"Oh god. Oh T.J. I'm gonna...you're...gonna...oh god...you're making me
cum!" Rusty shouted, spurting jizz all over T.J.'s hand and his own chest
and stomach. The liquid rolled down his smooth, muscular torso as T.J. kept
pumping away.

"Aw man. Here we go," T.J. said, grunting and pumping into Rusty harder
then ever. He pulled out suddenly and jacked his cock, cumming all over
Rusty's face and chest. Panting, he reached over into a locker nearby and
grabbed a towel, throwing it to Rusty to clean off with.

"Gimme a call next time you want to take another ride on this," he said,
waving his cock at Rusty. He turned and walked around the corner to his
locker, finally getting dressed like he'd intended to almost an hour ago.

Rusty laid on the bench for a couple minutes, recovering from what had just
happened. He knew that in time he'd have to consider what would happen if
T.J. told his teammates about this, or if his bosses at the paper found
out. He could think about that later, though. For now he was enjoying the
taste of T.J's cum on his face.

And, outside the door, the head coach looked in and considered how he could
use what he'd just seen to his advantage.


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