Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2012 21:32:01 -0500
From: scmoore2009@gmail.com
Subject: The New Sports Reporter, Part 6

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Jason rolled off of T.J., having deposited a fresh load of jizz in his
ass. Both his and Rusty's cum were leaking out of T.J.'s asshole, leaving a
second cumstain on the sheets just below the one where T.J. had just cum a
second time. Jason got up and reached toward the rope that held one of
T.J.'s wrists to the bedpost. He paused.

"You're not going to take a swing at me or anything, are you?" he asked.

"Fuck no. Untie me."

Jason untied one wrist, then walked around the bed and untied the
other. T.J. rolled over, sat up and rubbed the now-tender spots where he'd
been tied up. He was glad to finally be free.

"You ok, dude?" Jason asked.

"Yeah, man. I really did actually enjoy that."

"Sorry I set you up like that. I swear I didn't know what Rusty was up to."

"It's fine. He made it pretty clear he won't be coming around anymore."

"I mean, we could keep doing this if you want. You know, since you won't
have Rusty to fuck with now."

T.J. smiled. "I'd like that."

Both guys paused for a second, then Jason grabbed his underwear and started
getting dressed. T.J. got up and grabbed a towel, because after the evening
he'd just had he needed a shower more than anything else.

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Rusty felt vindicated, knowing he'd finally turned the tables on T.J. and
wiped the macho smirk off his face, at least for a little bit. He felt a
pang of guilt again though, knowing he'd gone back to T.J. one more time
after that was what drove him and Chase apart, even if it was to end things
for good.

He wanted to give Chase a few days to cool off, but he was also very eager
to make things right. He decided to let things be on Chase's terms, and
sent him a quick e-mail. "Hey, I want to talk things out again whenever
you're ready. Just let me know."

Chase also felt conflicted about the whole situation. On one hand, he felt
betrayed that Rusty would sleep around behind his back. On the other,
though, they hadn't really defined what their relationship was. Maybe, he
thought, things would have gone differently if they'd just communicated
more. And the thought of Rusty, who was super hot himself, getting fucked
by one of the most attractive players on the football team made him rock
hard. Clearly he still felt something for Rusty if all he wanted to do was
get back in bed with him. And he missed just hanging out, too.

He got Rusty's e-mail, and immediately shot him a text. "Coffee tomorrow?"

Rusty was ecstatic. He hadn't expected an immediate response. They arranged
to meet at a coffee place between campus and the newspaper office. Rusty
didn't sleep well that night, and neither did Chase, both anxious for the
next day to arrive.

Chase got there first, grabbed two drinks and sat down at a table in the
back corner. He'd gotten there early, so he had to wait a bit for Rusty to
arrive. He fumbled with his cell phone, checking his e-mail and cruising
Facebook. Finally the door opened and Rusty came in.

"Hey," he said, sitting down across the table. "How's it going?"

"Alright," Chase replied. "You?"

"Been better."

There was a rather uncomfortable pause.

"Listen," Rusty finally said. "I went and talked to T.J. I made sure he
knew we wouldn't be hooking up anymore. I haven't heard from him since. I
wanted you to know that."

Chase nodded and looked down at his cup. He was glad to hear that.

"I didn't want that to happen anymore because it's you that I want to be
with, Chase." Rusty added. "I've felt completely torn apart the last couple
days. I want to be part of each others' lives again. What do I have to do
to make it right?"

Chase looked up and saw the pain and remorse in Rusty's eyes. "I want that
too. I really do."

He leaned across the small table and kissed Rusty. Their mouths both tasted
like coffee, and they both felt like a weight had been lifted from the
conversation. Chase pulled back a bit.

"Can I ask you a question, though?" he said. "Can we make this official?
Can we promise to be exclusive from now on?"

"Oh, duh. Nothing would make me happier."

They kissed again, and things were basically back to normal. They sat in
the coffee shop for another half hour or so before Chase had to leave for
class. They agreed to meet up again that night for dinner.

When he first moved to town, Rusty never would have thought he'd have been
kissing another guy out in public like that. But here he was, not only
having PDA with a guy, but with a guy who was now his boyfriend. He was
getting more and more comfortable with himself, and now that the air was
clear, he felt a lot better about everything. Even though he had a busy
afternoon ahead of him, he got back to work feeling good, knowing dinner
with Chase was waiting for him at the end of it.

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T.J. woke up that morning to an e-mail from the coach. "Come see me ASAP. I
want to talk to you."

He shot him an e-mail back letting him know that he'd stop by after his 10
o'clock class, his last of the day, was over. The lack of detail left him
worried. Was something wrong? His grades were fine. He'd been playing fine,
as far as he knew. They had a nonconference game this week against an
opponent they pretty much knew they could obliterate. What could it be?

Coach was in his office, waiting for T.J. to arrive. He was in his early
fifties, but his career in athletics kept him in good enough shape that he
easily could be mistaken for a man 10-15 years younger. He was tall, and
built, with dark hair and light gray eyes. His wife was an executive for a
local insurance company, and she'd been sent to a conference for two
weeks. He was feeling horny, and decided to use some leverage he had to get
some relief.

T.J. walked in, wearing his normal weekday attire of a t-shirt and gym
shorts. He put his backpack on the floor next to the door and sat down.

"What's up, coach? Your e-mail sounded urgent."

"It is, T.J. You see this?" he asked, picking up a CD case off his desk.

"Sure. What is it?"

"It's a video I pulled off the security cameras in the practice facility. I
walked by the locker room one night and saw you and the new reporter from
the paper having a very personal interview. And now I've got a recording of
it too."

T.J. went pale. He didn't think anyone had been in the building that
night. And he certainly didn't know there were cameras in the locker room.

"Now, I'm sure you're not too keen on the idea of this getting out. And
your friend from the newspaper? Well, this could end his career, if people
found out he was getting fucked by his sources."

T.J. felt a pang in his belly. Sure, Rusty had set him up and fucked him
against his will, but he still didn't want anything bad to happen to him.

"So here's the deal. The wife's on a trip and I'm horny as fuck. I've got a
rock-hard cock in my jeans that you're going to take care of for me, and
you're not going to say a word to anyone about it," he said, gripping the
crotch of his pants. "Or this tape goes to the sports editor at the paper
so he can see what his new ace reporter's been up to in his free time."

Coach unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. It wasn't the longest,
maybe 6 or 6.5 inches, but it was thick. Thicker than T.J.'s, and he had
always been pretty proud of his girth.

"What do you want me to do?" T.J. asked.

"Do I really have to tell you? Get on your knees, boy."

T.J. stood up, his shoulders slumped over in defeat. He walked behind the
desk and got down between Coach's legs. Now not only had he gotten fucked
this week, but he was about to suck a cock too. He stuck out his tongue,
and leaned down toward Coach's dick.

"That's it, son. Get up close and personal with it."

T.J. tried to remember what Rusty had done that night in the locker room
after he'd pushed him down to his knees. He licked around the head a few
times, and tasted a drop of precum as it oozed out of Coach's cock.

"Mmm there ya go," Coach said, putting his hands on the back of T.J.'s head
and applying some pressure. T.J. opened his mouth and took it in. He felt
Coach's dick slide toward the back of his throat, and he moved his tongue
around it, imitating what he remembered Rusty doing to him.

T.J. moved his head back and forth, continuing to massage Coach's dick with
his tongue. Coach kept moaning and grunting, and T.J. tasted more preej
getting spread on the inside of his mouth. He didn't like this idea to
start out with, but the noises Coach was making and the hot cock in his
mouth were making him hard. He moved one of his hands down to the front of
his gym shorts and rubbed himself through the fabric.

"Aw, T.J. You're pretty good at this, you know that?" Coach asked, bucking
his hips to push his cock further into T.J.'s mouth. T.J. really started
trying to keep this up, and before long, Coach grabbed the back of his head
again.

"Here I come, T.J. Here I come. Oh shit. This is good. Oh shit..." he
exclaimed as he came. T.J. felt his mouth fill with jizz, and it started to
run down the sizes of his chin.

Coach pushed him back, and T.J. wiped his mouth with the back of his
hand. Coach put his cock back in his jeans and zipped them up. He noticed
the bulge in T.J.'s shorts.

"Well look at that. You did enjoy yourself, didn't you? Go home and finish
yourself off. I'll see you at practice."

Coach turned around and went back to the paperwork he'd been taking care of
when T.J. came in.

T.J. picked up his bag and left the office, still stunned that all of this
was happening. He got out to the car, got in, and seeing that no one was
around, he pulled his shorts down and his shirt up, and grabbed his dick.
It didn't take long before he was spewing jizz all over his furry belly and
chest. He let his shirt fall, and panted a few times. He started the car,
pulled up his shorts, and pulled out of the lot.

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