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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....