Date: Wed, 10 Oct 2012 19:34:33 -0500 From: scmoore2009@gmail.com Subject: The New Sports Reporter, part 8 All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is fictional. None of the events depicted are based on real life events. If you are in an area where it is illegal for you to read this story, please do not do so. These characters are not using protection because they are not real, but you are and you should. This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal or private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. All of my stories are also on my blog at scottsstories.tumblr.com. Any comments, whether positive or negative, are appreciated. Send email to scmoore2009@gmail.com. -- A few days after the bowl game, Rusty stood outside the newspaper office staring at his phone. It was freezing outside, and snow flurries were blowing around in the parking lot. Winters weren't like this back home, he thought to himself as he pulled the collar of his coat up around his neck. He'd just sent T.J. a text: "You in town? I want to come over." School wasn't scheduled to start back up for another couple weeks, so Rusty wasn't sure if T.J. was at home or not. Things were quiet in town with most of the students gone, and with the football team's season now officially over, he assumed T.J. might've wanted some time off. He waited a couple more minutes outside, hoping his phone would buzz with a text back, but eventually the cold got to be too much and he went back inside to his desk. Of course, as soon as he sat down, T.J. replied. "Nope. I'll be around this weekend though. I'll let you know when I get in on Friday." Rusty sighed a bit, relieved that T.J. wasn't rejecting him outright. He'd been worried that after setting him up the way he had that T.J. would still be angry. They hadn't talked since then, and Rusty wasn't sure how to read the situation. He sent T.J. a text back, telling him that sounded good. He was anxious to see T.J. again, despite everything that had happened. He got back to work, but had to adjust his khakis occasionally to make room for his cock, which pretty much stayed hard the rest of the afternoon. -- On Friday, T.J. texted him in the mid-afternoon. "Back in town. Come over whenever." It felt oddly reminiscent of the texts Rusty used to get from T.J. Rusty had left work early anyway, since he had to go to the State basketball game that weekend to cover for one of the other reporters. T.J.'s apartment wasn't that far away, and in better weather Rusty would have walked. But the cold hadn't wavered, and they'd even gotten a couple inches of snow overnight, so Rusty got in his car and drove. He arrived at T.J.'s apartment and knocked on the door. "Come in," T.J. shouted from inside. Rusty opened the door and walked in. T.J. was on the couch, shirtless, wearing a pair of sweatpants and holding a beer in his hand. "'Sup, bro?" T.J. asked, looking Rusty over. He looked good, as usual. "Not much," Rusty replied. "Cold." Rusty noticed a bulge in T.J.'s sweatpants. T.J. laughed. "Grab a beer if you want. There's plenty in the fridge." Rusty unwrapped the scarf he'd been wearing around his neck and threw it and his coat over a kitchen chair. He was surprised by how nice T.J. was being. As cold as it was, though, he was surprised T.J could stand to sit here shirtless. He'd either been drinking for a while, or had an ulterior motive. Or both. Rusty opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle, noticing that other than beer the only things in the fridge were some condiments and a leftover pizza box. He chuckled and went back into the living room. T.J. was watching one of the sports channels, and they were playing highlights from another school's basketball game the night before. Rusty sat down on the other side of the couch and cracked open his beer. "How's your break been?" he asked T.J. "Fine. We had to hang out here after Christmas for bowl practice, and other than that I've just been hanging out at home." The small talk continued from there, as the boys discussed the bowl game, the basketball team, and the weather. Rusty was still shocked at how different this was than their previous encounters. He and T.J. both put down another couple beers before T.J. moved to more substantial conversation. "So, I was kind of surprised to hear from you. Last we talked, you'd said we weren't going to do this anymore." What T.J. surely meant by "this" answered Rusty's earlier question about ulterior motives. He probably should have been more clear that he wasn't here for a hook up. "Yeah. I actually had a favor to ask you," he told T.J., pivoting a little. "Oh?" "I've been dating this guy -- Chase -- for a few months now," he said, noticing T.J.'s shoulders slump a bit. He proceeded to tell him the story of how Chase had found out about him and T.J., and how that's why T.J. hadn't heard from Rusty since the night Jason helped Rusty set him up. "So, you're in a relationship or whatever. I get it. But what's the favor?" T.J. asked. "Well, Chase thinks you're really hot. And, to be honest, so do I," Rusty replied. T.J. had perked up now, and the bulge in his sweatpants had grown a bit. Rusty wondered if he was wearing any underwear. "He gets off on the fact that we hooked up," Rusty continued. "And he wants to watch you fuck me." T.J. smiled. "Oh, really?" "Yeah. So that's the favor. I was wondering if you'd be into that." T.J. grabbed his crotch and rubbed his cock through his sweatpants. "Bro, I'd never say no to fucking you." Rusty laughed. This was going better than he expected. He thought he'd have to really convince T.J. to do this. "Awesome," he said. "I was hoping this would be easy." T.J. leaned over, putting his hand on Rusty's chest and bringing his face close to Rusty's. "I've been missing you, dude. I want you bad," he said, as he leaned in the rest of the way and kissed Rusty unexpectedly. At first, Rusty was tempted to push T.J. off, and to get out of here before things escalated. But he liked the feeling of T.J.'s tongue in his mouth, and of his hand on his chest. And Chase was the one who wanted him to set this up right? If this was what happened, then it was Chase's fault, he told himself. T.J.'s hand started moving down, rubbing Rusty's belly before gripping his hardening cock through his jeans. They continued kissing until T.J. stood up, straddled Rusty and pulled his sweatpants down, shoving his leaking cock in Rusty's face. "Let's take care of this before you go, huh?" Rusty looked up at T.J. He was smiling, giving Rusty a kind of goofy grin that made Rusty melt. He leaned forward and took T.J.'s cock into his mouth. "Mmmmm," T.J. groaned. "That's it. Take it. Take my cock, bro." T.J. leaned forward, sliding his dick deep into Rusty's throat. Rusty reached up and grabbed T.J.'s ass as T.J. began thrusting in and out. Rusty groaned, bringing one hand around to work T.J.'s cock while he slobbered on the head like a lollipop. It felt great, and T.J. knew he wouldn't last long. Rusty's own boner was pushing up against his jeans, and he really wanted to pull it out and jerk off. T.J. didn't give him the chance though, as he thrust in and out again. "Here we go, dude. I'm gonna blow," T.J. exclaimed, as his balls tightened and ropes of jizz shot out into Rusty's mouth. Rusty swallowed as much as he could -- he had to admit, T.J. tasted good -- but the volume of spunk T.J. shot into his mouth was just too much and quite a bit dribbled out down his chin and onto his sweater. T.J. moved his hips again as his orgasm subsided, then stepped back and pulled his sweatpants back up. He leaned down and kissed Rusty again, tasting his jizz on Rusty's tongue and feeling it on his chin. "When do you want to put on our little show?" he asked him. "Tomorrow work for you?" "Absolutely." They kissed one last time before Rusty got up and used his scarf to clean himself off. He put his coat back on and moved toward the door, eager to get home and finally jack off. "See you tomorrow night, then." -- More chapters coming soon. Please send comments, questions, and critiques to scmoore2009@gmail.com, or comment on scottsstories.tumblr.com. Thanks.