Date: Wed, 13 Jun 2012 19:25:27 +0800
From: Ben Ng <ng.ben9@gmail.com>
Subject: Rick's Diary Part 34 - The Quarterback

The Quarterback

I followed Ben quietly. We went back our rooms and sat on our
beds. I opened my mouth to say something but he stopped me.

"Can I say something first, Rick?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"You have been a great friend, and I will forever be grateful.
But I can't be more than a friend to you. You can call me a
coward or whatever, but I like it better when things were
simple. I just want to be free. Can you accept that?"

"Yes, I have accepted it, since that day in the empty
building."

"Good, then things can get back to normal again." He paused.
"I'm tired. I'm going to sleep." Without another word, he lay
down and closed his eyes.

So that was it, we were friends again. I felt a little
disappointed, but also relieved. Things weren't so bad these
past few years, as compared to the emotional roller-coaster
these past few weeks have been. I can live with that.

Suddenly I was curious. "Why did you take off your shirt?"

"Huh?" He opened his eyes, clearly thrown off by my random
question.

"Your shirt... why did you take it off before fighting Mike?"

He frowned for a moment. "It's my favorite shirt! I don't want
to get blood on it."

"You don't care if you live or die, but you care about a
shirt?"

He took the shirt in his hand and showed me. "It's a nice
shirt!" I grinned, unconvinced.

"It's a fucking nice shirt, ok?" I started laughing at the
absurdity.

He balled up the shirt and put it up against his nose. He
reeled back in a mock attempt to demonstrate how stinky it
was, then jumped at me and tried to put it up against my nose.
I laughed hysterically while he tried to pin me down so I can
smell it. I wrestled with him for a while, but I could never
resist his body pressing against mine. He was on top of me,
his cock in my ass crack, one hand holding me up by my
forehead, the other holding his shirt to my nose. He wasn't
hard, but I was.

"Smell it. Say it's a nice shirt!"

I turned my head away and he kept trying. "Come on, say it!"

His cock was getting harder by the moment. I didn't want
things to get awkward so I finally said it. He jumped back to
his own bed, smiling, threw his shirt away and went to sleep.
I was so hard it took me a while to fall asleep. My heart was
still pounding from the brief moment of contact. I have not
felt his cock pressing against my ass for some time. It
brought back memories.

In the middle of the night, I was woken up by heavy breathing.
I looked across and saw that Ben was jerking off furiously.
His right hand was a blur in the dim moonlight, and his left
hand was holding his balled up shirt. He was smelling it. Was
he getting off on his own scent, or mine? With an urgent
grunt, his cock spewed copious amount of cum all over his
body. He used his shirt to wipe it up. When he got everything,
he balled it up again and threw it towards the end of his bed.
He let out a deep sigh and opened his eyes. That's when he
noticed me watching. Unaware of my own actions, I had shot my
own load while watching him. He looked at my cum soaked body,
and my still spewing cock, then his own. For a moment he was
considering what to do. There was desire in his eyes. But
then, he came to his senses and shook his head. Instead, he
gave a long pull on his thick cock, extracting the last drop
of cum, and brought it up to his face. He studied it for a
moment and licked it up. Then he closed his eyes and went to
sleep.

I didn't know what to make of it, except that I jerked off
furiously and came a second time within minutes. How was I
going to live with him as a friend, when I'm so hopelessly
obsessed with him? I can do this, I told myself. I have been
doing this for years.

To distract myself, I thought about Mike. After his stupid
stunt just now, can I accept him? I realized how different he
and I were. He was prepared to do anything to succeed in
football, including shaming his teammates so he can take his
place. That was not the kind of person I want to be with. He
had his mind set on football, and I would forever be in second
place. But then, was it better to have someone than no one at
all? I sighed. Ben heard that and opened his eyes. Our eyes
met once again.

His hand moved down his gorgeous body and reached his cock
again. I followed its movement. His cock came alive again,
pulsating, throbbing, expanding. He gave it a stroke, and a
drop of precum formed at the tip. I can hold it no longer. As
if by instinct, I went over, kneeled on the floor and took
that beautiful cock into my mouth. He gasped.

"I thought... we were just friends?" He forced his words out, in
between breaths.

I backed away only long enough to reply, "Yes, but didn't we
do this as friends too?" I dived back in and sucked him hard.

"Yeah, you are right." He was breathing hard, he sounded as if
he were in pain.

"Boy, can you suck cock!" He remarked. I was going crazy on
his cock. I was so hungry for it. I wanted it. I wanted it to
be mine. I wanted Ben to be mine!

"Oh God!" He arched his back and unloaded into my waiting
mouth. He has never cum so quickly before. He held my head
down until he was done.

"Fuck!" He was breathing quickly. "That was intense."

There was an awkward moment. He avoided my gaze. "Can I return
the favor tomorrow? I'm really tired."

"Sure thing, Ben."

"Thanks, Rick."

This time he went to sleep for real. I was mostly awake,
thinking. I could have him, in a limited way, and still be
friends, just like before. As I went to sleep, there was a
smile on my face. May be it was indeed better this way.

The next morning, I woke up refreshed, and in a surprisingly
good mood. The past week seemed to be a long nightmare. Maybe
Ben was right: I was too intense and took things too
seriously. Ben wasn't ready to let Jimmy go, and he wasn't
ready to change his ways. I have pushed him too hard. I wasn't
going to give up, but I will pull back a bit and find the
right balance.

True to his words, Ben skipped the next game. Coach went
ballistic and Mike volunteered to be the quarterback. The
quarterback was supposed to make the calls, but Mike, lacking
experience and composure, was not very good at it. The other
team wasn't great, but we were worse. It was laughable. I
tried to salvage the situation, but without much success. You
can imagine how pissed Coach was. I couldn't count how many
times he threw things to the floor and cussed loudly.

We were lucky because with our excellent record, we didn't
need to win every game to win the championship. As long as no
other team win more games than us, we were fine. As we already
beat the strongest team, we still had a chance to win overall.

"What the hell were you thinking, Ben? Answer me!" This was
the strongest outburst Coach has managed yet. I wanted to
remind him that he's about to retire, to watch his blood
pressure, but of course I kept quiet.

Ben looked dejected. "Mike threatened to expose my sex photos
unless I let him be quarterback."

"He what?" Coach yelled. Ben repeated.

"What sex photos?" Coach asked. Ben briefly explained the
situation.

"You were caught on tape having sex on campus? With a GUY?
From the Bruin team??" Coach raised his voice louder on each
question. I found it very amusing but kept my mouth shut.

"If you were my son I would have whacked your head so hard you
are spinning right now. Didn't I tell you to keep a low
profile?"

I felt I had to say something. "Er... actually... you told me to
keep a low profile, not him."

Coach gave me the gaze of death. "And you, Rick, why didn't
you keep an eye on him? I thought you were his..."

"Fuck buddy? Well, not anymore. He's into the Bruin guy now."

"Of all people you have to choose someone from our rival team.
And of all places you have to have sex on campus. And of all
times you have to do it during the day, and be caught on tape.
Did you forget your brain?" Funny he didn't factor in the
gender of his partner.

"Coach, kick me off the team."

"What?"

"Give Mike a chance. He's a good player."

"You are speaking for him? After what he did to you?"

Ben shrugged. "I've been quarterback for three years. I've
beaten the Bruins. That's good enough for me. Mike has wanted
this for years, and he wants to go into professional football.
Why not help him out?"

"I've never seen someone like you. Everyone wants to be the
quarterback. No one wants to give it up!" Ben shrugged again.

"Why are you doing this?"

"The truth?" Ben paused. "I couldn't care less."

Coach narrowed his eyes. "I don't get you."

"Can you guys win without me?"

"We can't afford to lose another game, Ben."

"How about I play another position and let Mike be
quarterback?"

"He's not quarterback material, Ben, you and I both know it."

"What if I train him?"

"In the midst of competitions? Are you insane?"

Ben shrugged. "At least it's not boring. It's challenging."

"You are mad. I'm not taking this gamble. And why would you do
this?"

"I don't know. I just thought... Mike is... sad. I pity him."

Coach sighed. "I want that championship. I don't care what you
do, as long as I have it. Can you guarantee that?"

"How about this? If he's that bad I'll switch for him. You
make the call."

"Fine." Coach shook his head. "All right. Get lost, you two.
Call Mike in. I need to give him a lecture."

"Yes, Coach!"

On our way out, Mike gave Ben the gaze of death. He must have
thought Ben said something nasty about him. If only he knew.
We waited for Mike to come out. We wanted to break the news of
Ben's plan to him. Mike came out, red-faced, eyes wet. "What
did Coach say?" I asked.

"He said he was this close to kicking me off the team for what
I did, but Ben convinced him to let me be quarterback, and
even train me..." He looked at Ben in shame.

"So what do you say to that?" I asked.

"Why are you doing this, Ben?"

"You want it, I don't, so you can have it. You only have to
ask."

"You really don't care?"

"I'm probably going to do something else with my life, I
haven't decided yet, but I've played football for 8 years. I'm
tired of it."

"But you could go pro... you are so good!"

"Don't wanna."

Mike shook his head. "I don't get you, but I guess I owe you
an apology."

Ben patted Mike's shoulder. "If you really want to apologize,
you should do it to Josh. Come to my room after dinner
tonight. He'll be there."

"Ok."

Ben winked at me on the way out. I had no idea what's on his
mind, but I guess I'd find out tonight.