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_______________________________________________________ FRESHMEN Q.B.'s "PRACTICE PATTERNS"
Yes it was another year of football. But this year was no ordinary football year, we were freshmen in the highschool. I know what your saying, "Why is he so happy to be a freshmen, dont they get picked on?" And thats a reasonable question to ask but I was in to it for other reasons beyond just being happy to be in high school finally. Highschool meant swimming in gym class, taking showers after football and a bigger selection (if you know what I mean).
So our first football practice began the typical two weeks before the begining of school. And believe me if you've ever been in Indiana on a summer August day you'll know what I'm talking about when I say hot as hell. I remember we were having practices with the temperatures being like 98-100 degrees. But as I saw it, it was the linemen, the biggers guys. That were in for it, because our line coach was a real ass.I saw them one day, they had to push this big ass sled. As for us runningbacks, and me(qb). We had it pretty good, all we did was run patterns for the first few weeks.Plus we only had to wear helments, since werent doing anything with contact. However, after that was when school started and we started having practices on top of being tired as hell from school. People would often slack off in practice, therefore causing us to have to run sprints and shit. Sure I was in shape and all, and it wasn't that hard but it didn't help my lack of energy for homework. When I say I was in shape, I was fairly decent back then 6 foot 155lbs. and I was also fairly ripped in return working out the past few summers. Not to brag but I wasn't half bad looking, normally bleached blonde hair, tan with ice blue eyes. So our practices continued for a few week until this one new kid joined on the team, named Sean Withers. I hadn't seen anyone much more handsome than he was till then. He had light brown hair,hazel eyes and he was 6 foot as well and my favorite brand of clothing on Aeropostale. When he joined I heard him inform our coach that he would want to be quarterback if possible, or as he put it that was what he played at his previous school. The coach reluctantly informed that I had already filled the position but if he worked hard in practice it might be a possibility. So bummed out about this, I started working extra hard to earn my keep on the team. The first practice that Sean was in, I thought I about fainted in the showers when I saw him in the nude. He was really toned, not like overdone, but toned. He had a nice 6 pack with a firmed chest and hot brown nickel sized nipples. I think he noticed that I was checking him out, because he came over and asked if we could share a stall. I would of been out of my mind to decline, so of course I said yes. He started talking to me as we were taking our shower, he complimented me on being so good at quarterback. I was kinda quiet concentrating on not getting a hard on in front of this kid.
Dumbfounded he asked again, "Did you hear me? I think your doing really good at qb, I wish I could be as good as you"
I popped out of my trance, "Oh yeah, thanks a lot you're not half bad yourself."
Finishing washing off, "Hey you want to come over to my house and run a few patterns out of the play book?"
Surprised I kinda loudly said, "Sure that'd be great!"
So after school I met up with him and his mom. As I found out when I rode home with him he was rather rich, his mom driving a Cadillac Escalade. When we got in the car Sean introduced me to his mom, and informed her that we were gonna practice some patterns together. When we got to house my prediction of him being rich proved its self once again, he lived in a nice ranch style house, with another s.u.v. parked in the drive, this time it was a Mercedes. When we got inside his house he informed me that he had to change into some more comfortable clothes. He asked me if I wanted to borrow some, being the same size as him I happily agreed. When we got up to his room , I was amazed at how neat it was, he had a nice full size bed, Playstation 2, and a rather large computer. When we got there he dug through one of his drawers and threw me some mesh Nike shorts and a matching sleeveless shirt. He got a similar one for hisself but it was Addidas. When he slipped off his cargo pants that he had on, I got really got turned on because he was wearing Hanes boxerbriefs that was my all time favorite kind of underwear. Not to mention he had a slight tent too. Excited I started to get a bit hard too. Kinda oddly looking at my reaction to my hardness.
He said, "What it's no big deal? Everyone gets them"
Kinda surprised that he noticed me" Umm well, I'm just not used to see others peoples thingys"
Nerviously he asked,"Umm, do you want me to help you get rid of that, if you help me with yours?
Not getting enough time to answer he started pulling down my orange and blue Aeropostale boxers exposing my now hard 6 inch dick. That was fully grown with pubic hair. He started sucking at my cut penis. Kinda , wanting him to stop, but then I realized how good it felt and just fell back on to his bed. As he was sucking me, he started to caress my scrotum now making me moan. As he sucked harder and harder and harder I started to get closer to orgasm. Not to mention he kept massaging my ass cheeks while sucking me.Sean must of sinced this because he stopped sucking and just began to masturbate me. Within a minute or two , I came, getting semen all of my hard abs. Still breathing heavy, I lunged at his blue boxer breifs, reavealing his still hard 6 and a half inch dick. It was beautiful, he didn't have a lot of pubes but he did have some. Being unexpierenced I just started to mimick what he did to me, swirling my tounge around the head of his penis and taking the length of it, fully down my throat. Meanwhile, as he did carresing his forested with light brown pubes ball sack. As I did, he began moaning loudly, I thought he was about to come. So I just jacked him off the rest of the way,stroking his hard cut dick.Until he came all over the place. He got semen on my stomach even.
Still catching his breath he asked, "Well I know that was weird, I hope you don't not like me anymore since, well, I'm gay."
Surprised, "No not at all, in fact it turns out I'm gay too."
So after this we had many more practices of "Practicing Patterns"
(also if you were wondering after reading I am a bit of a brand fiend)