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This story takes place in the 1990s. While the 'when' really isn't important, you will likely notice the absence of smartphones and the internet. Such were the breaks of growing up Gen X.
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Donny and Friends Chapter 10
Within a week I was living at Toby's. My mom was great about it. I mean, she had always been a cool mom and very supportive. But I was afraid she wouldn't let me go live with Toby.
Toby came home with me after school the afternoon I planned to talk to her about it. We were both very nervous and so to butter her up we made supper for her. It was nothing elaborate, but being the only child of a single parent I knew how to make a few basic meals. Toby, on the other hand, couldn't even boil water! But he was a trooper and took direction, dutifully taking on any task I delegated to him.
Mom was quite surprised and appreciative. The three of us sat around our little kitchen table and chatted all throughout the meal. It really helped in this instance that Toby was an extroverted chatterbox. I've always been more of an introvert and he literally carried the conversation as my nerves just continued to deteriorate.
Mom sat patiently at the table sipping her after dinner coffee still chatting with us - well, mostly with Toby - as we cleaned up and put things away. Finally, once the last of the now clean dishes and cutlery had been put away, she motioned for us to sit down.
"Okay, boys," she said, setting down her coffee and affixing both of us with her gaze. "What's really going on here?"
Toby picked that moment to stop talking. The bastard.
I sat there for a whole minute, maybe two, before I opened my mouth and started rambling. Toby said I talked for half an hour straight! I'm sure that's an exaggeration, but I don't really remember any of it. Anyway, I apparently got the message across that I wanted to go live with Toby and I was asking for her permission.
She let me talk, uninterrupted, as long as I needed to. Then, after I finally got quiet, she leaned forward and asked, "So are you two a couple now?"
"It's complicated," I stammered. But before I could launch into another 30-minute ramble, Toby spoke up.
"I'm in love with your son," he said, reaching across the table and taking my hand.
"Well, it's about damn time," she said with a grin. "He's been in love with you for years!"
"Mom!" I exclaimed.
"Am I wrong?" she asked with a shrug.
She wanted to speak with Mr. and Mrs. C., of course, and did for almost an hour on the phone. She sent Toby and me to my room so we couldn't quite hear the conversation other than an occasional word. Afterwards, she came to my room and helped me pack - not everything, mostly just some clothes and a few other items. She said the rest could stay put until I needed them. She also said I could always come back anytime I wanted, or the two of us could come stay here for a while, no questions asked. And she demanded I come visit at least once a week, more often if possible. I promised I would.
Mr. C. drove over to pick us up and bring us 'home.' He helped bring all my stuff up to Toby's - now 'our' - room. I was surprised to see that Toby's twin bed had already been replaced by a full size - Mr. and Mrs. C. were fully on board the Donny+Toby train! You can bet we thoroughly christened that thing before the night was over.
In the coming weeks Mr. C. had his lawyer draw up papers that basically gave him guardianship rights over me "as a precaution," he said. He also promised that it didn't terminate Mom's parental rights, but was more of a backup should it be needed.
So Toby and I were actually boyfriends now. While it excited me, it also scared the shit out of me. As much as Toby wanted to protect me, I wanted to protect him, so I made him promise me we would keep a lid on it and no public displays of affection. We told the guys and obviously our parents, but nobody else could know. It had to be a secret as far as the world was concerned.
And what about 'club business' you might ask. That continued unabated. Toby said he enjoyed seeing me take a pounding from the guys - he thought it was hot! Well, it WAS hot, so of course we kept that going. Jack told us that an open relationship was a completely valid option as long as we were always transparent with each other about our feelings. He said most relationships suffer from a lack of communication rather than an overabundance of it, so as long as we talked to each other about what we liked and didn't like, and what we were feeling, everything would be okay.
Toby had also fully embraced anal sex - on the receiving side, I mean. After I moved in we began having sex every day at least twice - morning and evening. And it seemed I was topping him as often as he was topping me. However, as far as all the guys went, they seemed to be strictly 'no touchy' regarding each other. There were hints from time to time, to be sure, that they might be open to more intimate contact with each other, but none of them seemed to know how to initiate it, or maybe they just didn't want to be the first one. Men! Am I right?
We were deep into the football season now and it was going about as well as it usually did for our little 3-A high school. After six games we were 2-4 overall and 0-2 in district play. Toby, Marcus, and I still attended every game we could just on the odd chance Cullen or Hank would get to play. They were second string, so it didn't happen often. Then one Friday night home game, it did.
I'm not going to lie here, I like watching football, but I don't really understand the game. I don't know a tight end from a wide receiver - although I really like both those position names. Truthfully, I watch it because my friends like it... and for the hot bodies of the players. My friends knew that... Cullen knew that. That Friday afternoon at school Cullen asked me if I was coming to the game that night.
"Of course I am," I told him. "I always do. Especially the home games."
"Bring your binoculars," he said. Then because the bell rang he dashed off to his next class. Now, I did occasionally bring binoculars to the games. Not to see the plays better, of course... Well, I'm sure you can figure out what I was looking at through them.
"Atta boy," Toby teased when he saw them hanging from a strap around my neck as we headed down stairs to the car to head to the game. Mr. and Mrs. C. were going out that night but they were taking Mrs. C.'s car so Toby was driving us to the game in his dad's.
"What?" I asked.
"Whenever you bring those things," he said with a big grin pointing at the binoculars, "you're so horned up by the end of the game that you're sucking dick before we even make it out of the parking lot!"
I scoffed at him, but a few minutes later when we picked up Marcus at his house...
Marcus saw the binoculars hanging from my neck and exclaimed, "Alright! Blow job city tonight!" as he jumped in the back seat.
"Fuck you!" I said and we all laughed.
We got to the stadium early so I could watch the warmup. I have to admit it's one of my favorite parts of the game. Our school colors were green and white, but we included a lot of black wherever it made sense. For warm-up, the entire team, 1st, 2nd, and 3rd strings would all come out onto the field to do exercises and run drills, only the initial warmup was minus pads and jerseys. So around 40 fit, young, teenage boys were now running around the football field in those tight, white football pants and a black sleeveless half-shirt with "Team" stenciled on the front and "Player" stenciled on the back in big white letters. All the ripped bare midriffs never failed to give me a chubby. This was why I started bringing binoculars in the first place.
That early the stands were fairly empty so it was easy for Cullen and Hank to pick us out from the field and they waved. And of course Cullen noticed me training my binoculars on him so he chose that moment to adjust his cup. What a buddy!
All good things have to end, and so did the initial warmup. The boys retreated to the locker room to don their pads, jerseys, and helmets, then returned to the field in full gear for the second half of the warmup.
I was sitting there wondering why Cullen had wanted me to bring my binoculars when Marcus noticed it first.
He literally laughed out loud, then turning to Toby and me he said, "He did it! I thought he was kidding, but the fucker went and did it!"
"Did what?" Toby asked.
"He modified his jersey," Marcus said.
"What?" I exclaimed, picking my binoculars back up and training them on Cullen again.
After the prior week's game I'd made an off the cuff comment about how I thought the opposing quarterback was hot, mainly because his jersey didn't come all the way down to his pants, leaving a bare strip of skin in his mid-section that would expand and contract with his movements. As I focused on Cullen I now saw the same thing on my favorite quarterback. Even more so, as I thought the midriff Cullen was showing was wider.
Just then Cullen noticed I had my binoculars on him again and he nonchalantly scratched his tummy while standing there talking to a teammate. He then ran his hand up under his jersey lifting the hem with the movement and exposing practically his entire ripped abdomen right there on the 40 yard line! The shoulder pads and hip and leg padding accentuated his natural V shape and narrow waist.
"Fuuuuck," I whispered to both Marcus's and Toby's laughter. After looking around to make sure there were still no other spectators near us, I whispered, "I'm glad he's not playing. I don't think I could take watching him run up and down the field all night like that!"
Marcus was taking a drink from his coke when I said that and he spewed, spraying three empty rows in front of us. Laughing and choking, it took him a minute to regain his composure. Toby and I just sat there watching him and chuckling.
"He IS playing," Marcus finally managed to get out.
"Wha...?" I said dumbfounded.
"Joe failed the first 6 weeks of Spanish," Marcus explained. "He's out. Our boy there is now QB1."
I stared back down at the field again where Cullen was doing passing drills. It took a second for it all to process in my head, then I stood up and yelled at the top of my lungs, "ALRIGHT! LET'S GO CULLEN!"
I could see Cullen smile, but he never broke stride on the drill, the hem of his jersey pulling up and exposing skin with every pass. I sat back down, grabbed Toby by the collar and pulled him in close so I could whisper in his ear.
"I'm gonna need to suck your cock by halftime," I whispered.
"Sure thing, buddy," Toby chuckled back at me, patting me on the back.
"Anything you need."
We wound up winning the game! Cullen threw three touchdown passes, and managed to break and run for a couple first downs. He was quite impressive.
I did make it to the end of the game, but not through will power alone. The stadium restrooms were just too nasty to get frisky in so I waited it out.
After the band played the school song at the end of the game, we turned to leave when Toby said, "Hey, I think Cullen's signaling us to come down."
I looked towards the field again and that's definitely what it seemed like he was doing. As it was against the flow of the crowd it took us a bit to get down there. By the time we reached the bottom and were leaning over the rail, most of the place had cleared out. Cullen and Hank stood there alone, the rest of the team had already retreated to the fieldhouse. Their helmets were in their hands, their hair damp with sweat. Hank had gotten some game time too, but Cullen had played the whole game. Cullen's piercing blue eyes were bright and happy, and staring a hole in me.
"Hi," he said. "Did you enjoy the game?"
"Yes, WE did," Marcus said chuckling, reminding Cullen that I wasn't the only one there.
"You were great," I said to Cullen. "You too, Hank. It was a great game!"
Hank nodded shyly and smiled.
Cullen's eyes darted to Toby for a moment then back to me.
"Listen," he began softly, "I'm in desperate need of some 'club business'... like right now. Would that be possible?"
I glanced at Toby, who winked at me, then back to Cullen. "Sure," I said. "But where?"
"Come with us," he said, holding out a hand. "I know a place in the fieldhouse." Cullen helped me climb over the rail and basically caught me as I tumbled to the ground.
"Can y'all hang around and wait for Donny?" Hank asked. "We have a team thing we have to make an appearance at then we'll come to the house."
"Sure," Toby said. "Donny, we'll be waiting outside the fieldhouse door."
With that, Cullen and Hank whisked me off, almost running toward the fieldhouse. They each had me by an arm and were pulling me along very forcefully. I glanced at their faces which held very stern and determined expressions. If they hadn't been my friends I might have been a little spooked by their behavior, but I trusted these guys with my life.
While the stadium and grounds had mostly cleared out, there still were some people around. But luckily the direct path to the fieldhouse was clear. I wondered what someone might think had they been close enough to see how I was being pulled along.
Inside the fieldhouse door I could hear raucous laughter and voices coming down the hallway from the locker room. They dragged me into a side hallway just inside the door and around a bend. This part of the building seemed to house offices and storage rooms.
Cullen opened one of the non-descript doors and they shoved me in following close behind. I gotta say, up to now Cullen and Hank had always been very gentle with me, but this forceful urgency was turning me on!
It looked like an unused office and was rather bare, but there was a wooden desk in the middle of the room, no chair though. A window with partially open blinds let in some illumination from the stadium lights that were still on, but there was plenty to see by.
I heard the click of the door locking behind us and the thunk of two helmets hitting the floor. I was suddenly grabbed and spun about. I found myself pressed against Cullen as he held me in front of him. I looked up at his beautiful face, his blond hair still damp with sweat and matted on his forehead. The dark blond of his eyebrows and stubble accented the lustful stare he was giving me.
"Did you enjoy the show?" he whispered, and flicked out his tongue to lick my lips.
"Yes," I croaked. My hands were now on his biceps and I gripped him tightly.
"I was so turned on the whole game thinking about you watching me with those binoculars..." he trailed off and taking my head in his hands he kissed me hard, his tongue invading my mouth.
I felt Hank behind me, his hands on my sides. He nuzzled the back of my head, his nose sniffing my wavy brown hair. As Cullen continued to assault my lips and tongue, Hank removed my jacket and slid his hands up under my T-shirt. He slid them around to my chest and pinched my nipples eliciting a moan from me into Cullen's mouth. Hank pulled my shirt off over my head breaking the kiss with Cullen.
"Was it that," I asked breathlessly, "or was it Hank getting put in as center in the third quarter, forcing you to place your hands on his taint to receive each snap the rest of the game?"
They both froze for a moment, and I worried I had crossed a line. I mean, it was obvious to me, and now to Toby since he'd finally embraced his feelings for me, that these two had a thing for each other as well, even if they didn't see it themselves.
I couldn't see Hank, but in that instant Cullen's eyes widened and he glanced over my shoulder. It was only for an instant though, then he picked me up and practically threw me onto the desk.
They had my shoes, jeans, and underwear off in a microsecond. I was now completely naked and flat on my back while they were still in their full game kits. This power dynamic was not lost on me and the football pads and jerseys just added to the excitement. Being at the mercy of these two studs had my dick as hard as ever!
"Shit!" Cullen exclaimed. "Goddammit! No lube!"
"Never mind that!" I said. "Use spit. Just fuck me!"
They both acknowledged and unlaced the front of their pants and removed their cups. I positioned my bottom on one side of the desk and dropped my head off the other. I held my legs up exposing my ass to Hank as Cullen flopped his big dick on my chin and began to smear his pre-cum on my lips. I felt Hank's hands on my ass as he spit a big wad on my pucker. He smeared it around and worked it in with a couple of fingers. I was mentally noting my luck at Hank taking that end since he had the smallest of my friends' dicks at only about 5 and a half inches and was fairly narrow. I was also thankful for the regular fucking I'd been getting lately so I figured I'd be able to take it without the lube.
They both pushed into me at the same time eliciting a huge moan from each of us, Hank into my ass and Cullen into my mouth and throat. They went in slow but all the way in one motion - my ass was certainly uncomfortable but the pain was bearable. They were so horned up I figured it wouldn't take long, and it didn't. They both started pounding immediately. Cullen's hands were on my chest tweaking my nipples. Hank caressed my thighs and abdomen. When he took hold of my aching cock and started to stroke it I pushed his hand away - this was only the start of my 'club business' for the night and I didn't want to cum so soon. I wrapped my legs around Hank's waist pulling him harder into me and I grabbed Cullen's ass with my hands and did the same. Within moments they were moaning loudly and pumping their teen football player spunk into me.
In my position on my back on that desk with my head hanging off the side, I could not see my boys' faces as they used me for their pleasure. But in my mind's eye I knew that they were watching each other more than me. I was only the means, the excuse, for them to have sex with each other. I had to fix this.
They pulled out after riding their orgasms to their conclusion. The office was quiet except for our heavy breathing and the occasional team raucousness echoing down the hallway. I sat up quickly and before he could back too far away, I grabbed Hank by the shoulder pads and pulled him into a kiss. He happily reciprocated, closing his eyes and parting his lips to receive my invading tongue. Only, his eyes immediately shot open wide as he realized my tongue was not the only thing invading his mouth. A hefty sampling of Cullen's cum came along with it.
Hank's face expressed shock and he tried to pull away but I held on tight and shifted my hands to the back of his head pulling him deeper into the kiss. It only took a few seconds for Hank's will to break. He closed his eyes, his arms embraced me, and our tongues began swirling Cullen's cum around each of our mouths, passing it back and forth, reveling in the taste! Eventually, Hank swallowed all of it and sucked any remaining from my mouth.
"Come on, Hank," Cullen whisper-shouted, "we gotta go. Now!"
Hank reluctantly pulled away from me, a contented smile on his face. Our eyes met for a moment and something passed between us - an acknowledgement, a confirmation. That single glance relayed volumes between us. He knew that I knew... and that I was his ally. Together, we would figure out how to get him what he wanted, what he needed. We would get him Cullen.
--=TO BE CONTINUED=--