Date: Sat, 3 Mar 2001 13:00:31 -0800 (PST)
From: J X <xxx_supafly@yahoo.com>
Subject: Interview with a Quarterback

This story is copyright me, Triple X.  But you should
know that by now.  It can't be used on any sit without
my permission.  If you want to use it contact me at
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Disclaimer:  This is erotic gay fiction (I know, duh,
but I gotta put it)  If your not supposed to be
reading this for whatever reason, stop breaking the
law and leave.  Now for those of you who are still
here, this is one of my more romantic stories, hope
you like it.

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Well aren't I the lucky one, I thought as I walked to
my car. I get to interview the quarterback, all by
myself. Why the fuck did they pick me for this
assignment? They know I'm gay, and they know that the
quarterback is the biggest gay basher around. Public
Schools nowadays.

I was fuming mad on my drive home that day. The editor
of our school newspaper assigns me to interview the
quarterback, the prized jewel of our school systems,
and also the biggest asshole. Maybe they just wanted
to make me miserable. They knew about the fights I'd
had with Geoff before, but now they assign me to
interview him. Not only that, but the interview had to
be alone, with him picking the setting. How the hell
did he get to dictate all of this? Who was he fucking?
Nevermind, easy question, also easy editor.

"Tayna you fucking slut!" I yelled, as if she were in
the room.

I plopped down on my bed and put my Mariah Carey, #1's
CD in. I needed cheering up, and Mariah always did the
trick. I skipped ahead to track #5, then sat on my bed
to read the list of questions I couldn't ask him. Who
the hell did this asshole think he was, Brad Fucking
Pitt? Telling us now what questions we can't ask him.
What a fucking ego maniac. This was one assignment I
couldn't see myself getting fired up about. And not
only that, I had to call him. To make sure "everything
met his standards." This assignment blew more than an
ex boyfriend.

I grabbed his number from my folder, then grabbed my
phone. I was still pissed off about this, but I knew I
had to be nice. Being the God of the school like he
was, he could get me kicked off the newspaper in a
heartbeat. And there would go my ride to Purdue. So I
took a deep breath and began to dial. I felt my throat
getting strangely dry as the line began to ring.

"Hello?" He answered on the other side

"Hi Geoff, this is Alek. Is everything okay for the
interview tomorrow?" I said back to him. Whew, mission
accomplished.

"Yeah, its fine. Why do you sound so nervous? Chill
out Marx, I'm not gonna kick your ass. I asked for you
especially on this interview."

What the hell? He asked for me especially, now I knew
he was gonna kick my ass. Even if he said he wasn't. I
could feel myself getting nervous again. I knew I had
to speak, or he would think something was up.

"Why me?" I spat out, nervously

"Because I knew you would understand about the type of
interview this is."

"Okay?"

I didn't get that at all. What kind of interview is
this gonna be? I figured a normal old sports
interviews, like the one I had done with the running
back, Aaron the week before. But guess not, this
interview was gonna be different? Who the hell knows
with this ego, after all he gets to dictate
everything. He'll probably get to decide what color
pen I write in too.

"Don't worry Marx. Everything will be good. Just meet
me at my place at 8 am tomorrow, don't be late,"

Yes master. Now he's commanding me, I better not
disobey, or I may be sacrificed to the football Gods.

"Okay," I said, biting my tongue to stop myself from
saying anything else.

"Later,"

"Bye,"

I shut off my cordless phone and placed it back on the
base. Great, I thought. I get to go to the Bowen
estate. Hopefully David (Geoff's older brother) would
be there. It had been along time since I'd seen him.
And my dick was starting to miss him. That's right,
I've fucked, sucked, been fucked and sucked by the
quarterback's brother. But shhh, no one is supposed to
know. If a Bowen were to be gay, God knows what would
happen. I used to have to comfort David, and tell him
that he was a completely believable hetero. There was
no way anyone could tell. I wouldn't have known myself
if he hadn't came on to me. My "Gaydar" has never
worked too well.

David was as butch as one could come. 6'4, 210 lbs. of
solid muscle. Quarterback, just like his Godly brother
Geoff. But this was a few years ago. But as great as
his body was, and trust me it was great; I loved his
hair. His blonde hair almost shimmered it was so
beautiful. When we would lay in bed together, at my
house of course; a queer isn't aloud within 50 miles
of the Bowen Estate. I would run my fingers through it
for hours. I think I got my fascination on his hair
from when he blew me. Because he liked to be blowing
more than being blown, so my hands were in his hair
very often. My dick began to throb just thinking about
it, man I miss him.

And its a sad case that Geoff looks almost like
David's twin. Only difference was the height. Geoff
was barely 6'0". But his build was still almost the
same, which made me sick. I guess anyway you slice it,
I just didn't like Geoff. And I knew the feeling was
mutual.

My dick was still throbbing, thoughts of David still
running through my mind. I began to stroke myself
through the fabric of my jeans, but that wasn't really
doing anything. I hopped off my bed and dug underneath
of it, finding the video I was looking for. Me and
David's first videotaped sex fest. I popped it in the
VCR, pulled my 7 incher out through the opening in my
boxer shorts, and began to stroke off; watching the
screen as David blew me off.

* * *

I wound up falling asleep pretty early that nite,
after getting off 4 times watching the David video. I
was able to pull myself out of bed at 7:30, giving me
30 minutes to take a shower and get to Geoff's on
time. I ran out to my car still towel drying my hair.
So much for my usual good hairstyle. Oh well, who did
I have to look good for today, Geoff? HA! And it ain't
like David hasn't seen me all mussed up before.

I arrived at Geoff's with 5 minutes to spare. And
surprisingly, Geoff was at the front gates to meet me.
Dressed in his usual, khaki pants and a sweater vest
to show off his arms. Which as much as I hate to admit
it, were pretty impressive. Stop that Alek. You hate
this guy. So what, he looks good. Do you mind, I'm
talking to myself here.

Anyways, I was able to snap myself out of that trance
and drive up to the house. I parked my car and
followed Geoff inside. My jaw almost dropped when I
saw the inside of this house. Its like one of them
mansions you only see in movies. But here I was, in
one. Too bad it was to see asshole Geoff. But for some
reason, he was being incredibly friendly today. I
think he's on drugs. Does he realize who I am? The man
he has battled against since 10th grade. Maybe he just
expected me to forget all the shit he's done to me.
Who knew? Damn sure not me.

"You want a soda or something?" Geoff asked me as we
entered the gigantic kitchen.

"7-up if you got it. If not anything is cool," I
replied, setting my folder down on the bar.

"7-up it is," He replied, opening the refrigerator
door.

He dug in the refrigerator for a minute of so, but
eventually produced the green can of my favorite soda.
He handed it to me, then took a seat opposite on me
from the bar. I savored the can of soda for a few
seconds, then set it down on one of the marble
coasters which inhabited the bar. I began to dig threw
my folder, looking for the questions I couldn't ask
paper. When I found it, Geoff looked at it with a
frown.

"What is this shit?" He asked, basically snatching the
paper from my hand.

"Its questions I can't ask you. Tayna gave it to me,"
I replied, taking another drink of my soda.

He frowned at the paper again. But quickly returned to
his seemingly ever present, gorgeous smile. There you
go again Alek. I gotta stop that, I told myself. The
talking to myself, and the thinking Geoff is hot. If I
were to have any Bowen, it damn sure wouldn't be
Geoff, his name would start with a D.

"I didn't tell her any of these questions. Remind me
not to sleep with that bitch again." He laughed.

Wow, Geoff Bowen, God of all football, making a joke
with me, his queer nemesis. I was starting to
seriously think he was on drugs. But hell, at least he
wasn't being his usual asshole self, maybe this
interview would go okay after all.

"I can't see why you would want to to begin with. I
would imagine she'd be kinda....." I trailed off.

"Loose is the word your looking for. And yeah, she
was. That's what ya get with a slut like her I guess,"
He laughed again.

I had to laugh that time too. Maybe we could form a
common bond, the hatred for Tayna. Well, I knew I
hated her, I wasn't sure about Geoff though. But he
obviously didn't have any glamorous sex stories with
her, not as if I wanted to hear about them anyways.
Tayna, yuck! He was still reviewing the NO QUESTIONS
sheet as Tayna had so nicely named it for me. He gave
it one last look, chuckled a bit, and tossed it in the
garbage.

"We won't be needing that. All them questions are dead
stupid anyways. Why you can't ask me my favorite
position is beyond me."

My jaw dropped, or at least I'm pretty sure it did.
But then it hit me, not that position idiot. There
goes me and my perverted little mind again. Maybe
Geoff has grown up since the last time we fought. We
were seniors after all. Both of us 18. Maybe he had
finally realized that being gay is acceptable now
days. I hope so. Because if he started on his usual
shit, this interview wasn't going to go far.

"Listen Alek, I asked for you on this interview to
apologize for all the shit I've done to you. I finally
realized that being gay is okay." He said, looking me
deep in the eyes, with an incredible amount of
sincerity.

"That's cool Geoff, but why now? You've been making my
life hell, well trying to it really didn't bother me
as much as you'd have like it to, for 3 years. Why
now?"

"It was David really, you know, my brother?"

OH YEAH, I felt like saying. I know your brother.
Inside and out. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
Had David finally come out? And to Geoff of all
people. Well hell, if David had come out, maybe this
was our opportunity to try to make it work again. We
both said he needed to figure out his true feelings,
then went out separate ways. And that was almost a
year ago. So maybe he had finally came out. Here's
hoping.

"Yeah, I know David. What does he have to do with you
changing your attitude towards gays?"

"Don't play dumb Marx. He told me all about you two.
And he also told me the only time he was every really
happy was when he was with you." I could feel the
tears welling up in my eyes. David really did care
about me. He always told me he did, but I guess I
always just thought it was just sex to him. But he
always was very gentle, and loving. Maybe he really
did care for me. Well obviously he did if he told
Geoff about it.

"You okay?" Geoff asked, waving his hand in front of
my face.

I had zoned out, staring straight at the kitchen stove
for what must've been awhile. I could believe what was
happening to me. Had David set all this up, or had
Geoff just so he could apologize? Either way, I was
liking the outcome.

"Sorry. He told you all this?" I finally asked,
snapping back to reality.

"Yeah. That's when I realized that I'm an asshole. If
you can make my brother as happy as he seemed to be
when he talked about you. Then there can't be anything
wrong with you."

This time tears did come out. Not like crying , but
just silent happy tears. Geoff was beginning to look
at me funny, but then just smiled. I guess he really
had changed. The old Geoff would've been yelling stuff
like fag, queer, etc. But this one was watching me
cry, and really didn't care.

"You gonna be okay?" Geoff asked, a quizzical look on
his face.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," I laughed, wiping the tears from
my eyes. "Now, we've got an interview to do," I said,
opening my folder once more.

"Maybe later," Geoff said, shutting my folder. "There
is someone upstairs who would like a word with you,"

I gave a cute little smirk at Geoff then walked
upstairs. I sure hoped he was talking about David, and
not setting me up for an ass kicking. But something
told me that wouldn't happen, because this Geoff is
different from the Geoff I once knew.

When I arrived at David's bedroom, he was no where to
be found. I decided to walk in anyways, knowing he
wouldn't care. That was when I heard his shower
running.

"Dave," I called from outside the bathroom door.

"Alek?"

"Its me babe,"

"I'll be right out,"

I could've melted hearing his voice again. I'd missed
him so much, I guess I really hadn't realized how much
he really had meant to me. We were together for a year
and 2 months. But you know that really wasn't
together. Occasional sex sessions when he would tell
his friends he was going out of town to see a cousin
that really didn't exist. It hit me just then that I
must've loved him, if I put up with that bullshit. I
laid back on his bed and noticed the picture on his
nightstand. It was one of the only clothed pictures
we'd ever taken together, our back to back picture
from prom his Junior year. It was acceptable for him
to bee seen with me then, I hadn't came out yet, only
being a freshman. But even then, we hadn't started
anything. We were only friends. He didn't make his
move until the next year, after I had came out. And we
had "dated" from my sophomore year, up until this past
summer. It hadn't been all that long since we were
apart, but it was too long in my eyes.

As I lay there looking at that picture, David emerged
from the shower. I looked up and saw him, naked,
dripping wet. I felt myself get instantly hard. Almost
subconsciously I began to disrobe. After I had removed
my shirt, David came to me and began to kiss me.
Feeling his hands on my chest once more was electric.
He pushed me back on the bed and began to remove my
pants, still not saying a word. After he succeeded in
getting them off, he pulled my dick out through the
opening in my boxer shorts, and began to lovingly kiss
it. I began to moan in ecstasy. He was just as loving
as I'd left him. I had to tell him, I pulled his head
up from my cock, and he came up to face me eye to eye.


"I love you David," I said, a bit out of breath from
everything that had just transpired.

"I love you too Alek,"

He once again kissed me. I began to stroke his back
with my hands, remembering all the nites I would lay
in bed and touch him. He had moved onto my neck now,
nibbling lightly, making me moan softly in his ear. He
kept moving down my body lower, stopping on my nipples
this time, massaging them with his tongue. My dick was
rock hard by now, rubbing against his as he licked my
nipples. He took his free hand from my chest and
placed it on my cock. He jerked up a couple of times,
making me yelp in pleasure, coaxing out a drop of pre
cum. He moved down to my cock and popped the head in
his mouth. The feeling of his mouth is beyond
description. He began to bob up and down on my shaft
slowly, gagging lightly, just the way he used to.

I began to run my fingers through his hair again. I
think that was what I missed the most. I felt so in
heaven. He began to fondle my anus with his finger,
sticking just the tip of his finger in and wiggling it
around. I moaned loudly this time, tightening my grip
in his hair slightly. I moved my hands from hair to
his shoulder, stoking his shoulders with my hands as
he bobbed up and down on my shaft. I could feel my
balls tightening and he continued to probe my anus,
inserting his finger in as far as it would go. He
must've sensed I was near orgasm, because he removed
my dick from his mouth and brought his face back to
mine.

"I've missed you," He said, with a tone that almost
made me cry.

"I've missed you too," I replied back, wheezing for
breath.

"And don't think I'm gonna leave him hanging," David
laughed, wrapping his hand around my dick once more.
"I've got just the thing for him,"

With that he kissed my lips lightly again then sat up
on the bed. He deposited my throbbing hard cock once
more in his mouth, but immediately removed it. He then
looked up at me, smiled his beautiful smile, then
straddled my cock. He slid down slowly, me holding his
hips, guiding him down my shaft. He found a slow
rhythm he liked, and began to ride me. I brought
myself up so I could kiss him. I kissed his neck
passionately, rubbing his nipples with my hands. I
bent down to lick his cock, savoring the taste of his
pre cum on my tongue. From that position I was only
able to get a little past the head, but he didn't
care. He moaned in ecstasy as he rode my cock, me
sucking his sweet manmeat. I began to fondle his balls
with my free hand, I felt them tensing up with every
suck I gave. I knew I was on the brink of orgasm. And
it appeared that he was too.

I continued to suck his head, enjoying the taste of my
lovers pre cum. I felt his ass tense up as he moaned
lightly "I'm coming" in my ear. Just hearing him say
that pushed me over the edge. My balls tensed up as I
shot my load in my lovers ass. He came at almost the
same time, me swallowing every drop his cock
delivered.

This orgasm was like no other I've had with David or
anyone else. After the both of us had came, we just
lay on top of eachother. Both of us spent from what
had just happen. This was not as memorable as some of
other times, which I'll tell you about in due time.
But this was the best. Because it made both of us
realize how much we had really missed eachother. And
how much, we both really were in love.

After the two of us cleaned up, we walked back
downstairs to where Geoff stood at the bottom of the
stairs. He looked at both of us with a smirk on his
face. I just looked at him and smiled. I guess I
should thank him for this, but I'm not that big of a
person yet. It'll come one day. "Okay, one of you two
screams way too loud. "Cause I heard you down here,"
Geoff joked, punching David in the arm.

David and I just looked at eachother and laughed. We
probably would've kissed, but both of us knew that
Geoff wasn't THAT comfortable with it yet. I was happy
that David and I could finally be together, without
the fear of being caught.

The three of us decided to watch a movie before I had
to get home to go to work. As I lay on David's chest,
was the first time I remembered the interview I was
supposed to do.

"Fuck, I was supposed to interview Geoff today," I
said, sitting up on David's legs "Screw it. I'll fuck
Tayna again and get you an extension," Geoff laughed.
"You two just enjoy yourselves," He said, throwing a
pillow at us.

I looked down at David and kissed his nose. I was
happy to have him back. And I was happy to see that
Geoff had grown up. Because it seemed now that we
could be good friends, even if we did have a past to
get over. But we were both mature enough to leave that
past in the past.

I wound up calling into work that day, and staying the
nite with David. Geoff invited Tayna over later that
night, and as David and I laid in bed, we heard Tayna
moaning. We just looked at eachother and laughed. We
didn't do too much for the rest of the night, watched a
couple of movies, then went to bed. David put on
Mariah Carey's CD Butterfly, and I drifted off to
sleep, laying on David's chest. Listening to a track
that seemed to explain everything, My All....