Life of Brad B/b B/B
Chapter 9
The football tryouts began. The coaches quickly saw how fast I was, remarking that I was the fastest guy in the tryouts. I worked hard learning the plays, and was early for every practice. It was during the tryouts that I met Steve Nordstrom, a tall handsome junior. Steve was drop dead cute, Junior Class President, and the most popular guy in the entire school. Every girl in the school wanted to date him, and from what I could observe, Steve was scoring a lot of sex with girls. He was a running back too, so we spent a lot of time running plays together. Steve seemed to like me and a friendship began. The tryouts lasted two weeks, and I remember how elated I was when I saw my name on the junior varsity team roster. My parents and I celebrated at Pizza Hut with Todd included. He was proud of me, but I sensed some jealousy whenever I talked about Steve.
We began daily practices. I was working hard at learning the plays for wide receivers and running backs. I even got a few chances to take snaps as a third string quarterback. I completed the passes when I was the quarterback, and enjoyed the challenge of learning a new position on the team.
The coach noticed me and gave me a lot of encouragement. He clocked me at 4.5 seconds in the 40 yard dash. I was faster than anyone, even the varsity players. One of the wide receivers on the varsity team got hurt in full contact practice, and had to have knee surgery. The coach asked me what I thought about moving up to the varsity team. I was shocked. I was 5-8, 150 pounds. A real shrimp compared to the varsity linemen who averaged over 200 pounds. I jumped at the chance and tried to figure out how to get my parents to agree with me playing varsity. I tried to think of some way to approach them. The coach told me that they had to agree before I could make the move. He said I was only the third guy he had ever moved up to varsity as a freshman, but he was sure I could do it.
That night at dinner, I decided to act like a man and just lay it out straight to my parents.
"Mom and dad, I have something important to talk to you about" I started. They both were eating their dessert, and looked at me. "The coach wants me to move up to the varsity team, and I need your permission to do it" I continued. "I really want to do it. Please say you will let me" I pleaded.
"Absolutely out of the question" mom blurted out. "You are too small and too young."
I turned to look at dad and pleaded for his help. His eyes locked on mine and I saw him smile.
"Give your mom and me a few minutes" he said.
I left the table and went to my room, hearing them arguing even before my door shut. I stayed in my room waiting for the verdict. It was mom that knocked on my door and asked to come in.
"We have decided to agree with you moving up to the varsity team" she said.
I jumped up and hugged her and kissed her. I was expecting them to say "No", but things were different now in our home. Mom smiled at me and told me she loved me.
"I love you too mom" I said, as I reached for my phone to call Todd and give him the news. Todd congratulated me, and told me he had a special gift to give me to celebrate my new status as a varsity player. I knew he meant a blowjob, and that excited me.
It was during a full contact practice that the coach put me in as a tailback. I was supposed to take the handoff and hit a hole created by the right guard. We ran the play three times, with our right guard missing his block so that I got creamed by the defensive tackle and linebacker. I was pissed. It seemed to me that the right guard, Tom Phelps was intentionally missing the block so that I would be nailed. After the third time, I lost it and cussed him out. He got pissed and attacked me. The other players pulled him off me, and we ran the play again. He did the same thing and I got blasted by a clean shot from the linebacker.
"If you're not going to block, go sit on the bench you lazy fucker!" I screamed at him.
He attacked me again. This time I was ready and I dogged his punch and tripped him, jumping on him to punch him in the gut. The coaches pulled us apart. Steve and some of the other guys on the offense started bitching him out for not trying to block, and Tom challenged me to a fight. Now on our team, we had an agreement that if things got to the point of exchanging blows, the fight was taken inside with boxing gloves on a makeshift ring. I accepted Tom's challenge, even though he was 230 pounds and about 6 inches taller than me. The coaches tried to intervene, based on our size difference, but I was hot. I told them I could take the lazy fucker, and the practice was ended.
We got in the gym, and changed into shorts, still wearing our jocks and cups. The coach tried to talk me out of the fight, but I insisted on defending my position. The gloves were put on, and the crowd was split, about half cheering for each of us. I looked at Tom and saw his confidence. A few of his buddies told him that this was not a fair fight, since Tom outweighed me by almost 80 pounds. They were pissed at him for being lazy in his blocking assignments, and were ragging on him for picking a fight with a freshman.
Now I had never been in a fight like this one. Dad had been in the Navy Seals, and was an expert in all types of self-defense and hand-to-hand combat. He had taught me a great deal about how to defend myself, and I was ready.
The coach was the referee, as the fight began, with the team silent, expecting the fight to be over fast, with me lying on the mats. I am left handed, and Tom was not used to fighting a lefty. I attacked first and nailed him with a series of fast jabs with my right hand and a hard left to his jaw that dropped him. My teammates started screaming when Tom hit the mats. He got up fast, and I saw his eyes stare at me in disbelief that I had creamed him. He lunged forward, swinging wildly, as I scored punch after punch to his face and belly. I started realizing that I had him, and launched a volley of punches to his face and chest. I could see his knees start to buckle, as I landed a hard left to his belly. Tom dropped to his knees, reeling from the impact of my punch.
His eyes changed from confidence to fear. He knew he was about to get his ass kicked by a freshman in front of his teammates, and he knew he could never live with the humiliation. Tom got up and I started working on his face again. Blood was running out of his nose after I landed a hard left and sent his head rocking back. He was staggering, and I knew one more good punch would take him out. It was then that he started clutching me, trying to clear his head and regain his strength. I kept pushing him away, and I worked him over real good.
Something clicked inside my brain. Here was a senior who was supposed to be a top college prospect for a football scholarship and I was kicking his ass! I saw his eyes. They were pleading for me to not humiliate him. He clutched me again, and held on. The rest of the team had been kept back from the makeshift ring, so they did not hear him whisper to me.
"Please don't do this to me. Please" he begged.
I pushed him away. My mind started working overtime. I didn't like fighting, and I never wanted to hurt anyone. I knew I had him, but at the same time, I didn't want him to be humiliated. I threw another few punches and he grabbed me again, holding on. Before the coach broke us up, I whispered to him.
"I'll throw a left and you give me your best right."
The coach broke us apart, I threw a sloppy left leaving myself wide open for his right hand punch. He put all his remaining strength in the punch, and it slammed into my jaw, and my lights went out. The next thing I remember was the coach holding smelling salts under my nose. I was looking up at the ceiling lights of the gym and heard Tom's friends congratulating him for winning the fight. The coach helped me into his office and laid me on the cot at the side of the room. I lay there for about 10 minutes until my head cleared.
"I know what you did" the coach said to me. He was kneeling next to the cot, putting ice on my jaw. "You had him and you threw the fight" he said to me.
It hurt to even try to talk. I shook my head to say no, but the coach had heard me whisper to Tom.
"You could have dropped him any time you wanted to, but you knew he would be humiliated" the coach continued. "You just proved your character to me, and I respect you for letting Tom win and avoid the embarrassment of having his ass kicked by a freshman. You just gained my respect more than ever."
I tried to lie to the coach, but knew it was futile. My jaw still ached like hell, as the coach helped me stand up. My head was dizzy, but he steadied me until my head cleared.
"You just proved to me that I made the right decision by moving you up to varsity" he said. "That was proof that you are part of the team."
I staggered into the empty locker room, undressed and hit the showers. The coach was right. I knew I could have taken Tom out, but chose to let him save face with the rest of the team. I finished my shower, dressed and left the locker room. As I opened the door to leave, I saw Tom standing there with Steve and three other guys from the team.
"You guys ditch. I want to talk to Brad alone" Tom said.
The other guys left, and Tom looked me straight in the eyes. I saw a different guy looking back at me.
"I don't know what to say," he said to me. "You and I both know that you had me. You could have bragged to the whole school that you kicked a senior's ass, and you would have been a super celebrity. Why did you let me win?"
I was honest with Tom. "I just wanted to prove my point is all. You were intentionally making me look bad in practice, and I was pissed. I'm not the kind of guy who wants to hurt anyone, so I proved to you that I was a part of a team, and I want our team to win, not just me."
"Well, you sure proved something to me, little buddy. You pack a mean punch! Where did you learn to fight like that?" he asked.
"My dad taught me to never start a fight, but he taught me how to take care of myself" I replied.
"Thanks, Brad" he said. "I owe you one. What can I do to repay you?"
"Just block for me like you do for Steve" I replied.
"You got it" he replied. "Can I drive you home?"
"Sure, I'd like that" I said. "I still feel kinda weak, and my jaw is sore. You really hammered me."
"Sorry about that, and sorry that I wasn't blocking for you" he said. "Can we be friends" he asked, holding out his hand for me to shake.
"We already are" I said.
Tom offered to buy me some food at McDonald's, but I told him that my jaw was too sore for chewing. My face was swollen, and I knew when I got home my mom would freak if she knew I got in a fight with a senior lineman. Tom bought me a super size chocolate shake at McDonald's and we talked the entire way home. He kept thanking me, and told me that he would never pick a fight with me again. I wanted to laugh, but my face was too sore.
We got to my house and I knew my parents were home and it was time for dinner. I invited Tom in, but he was afraid to meet my parents after fighting with me. I grabbed his hand and dragged him into the house.
"You got enough food ready for two hungry guys? I asked mom.
She said yes before she saw my face. Her face drained.
"What happened to your face?" she cried, running to look at me closer.
"Tom and I were practicing some boxing moves that he learned, and I kinda caught one from his right hand" I said, actually being almost honest.
I think my dad saw through my lie, but he shook hands with Tom and asked him to join us for dinner. Tom said he had to go home because his parents and brother were going out for dinner that night. We said goodbye and he thanked me again. I tried to eat normally, but my jaw really hurt. I left my dinner unfinished and said I had some homework to do, and asked to be excused from the table. Dad followed me to my room and asked me what really happened. He said it would be OTR (Off The Record).
It had been a long time since dad and I had an OTR. I told him the truth. He smiled at me, left my room and returned with an ice pack.
"You are growing up, son" he said. "That was a very special thing you did for Tom, and it proves that you are a man."
"Thanks dad, that means a lot to me."
At the next practice, Tom got me alone and told me that the team was going to do something to initiate me, and that I might not like it. He told me that any freshman that had ever made the varsity team had been initiated. Right after the practice, I found out what the initiation was.
I had just come out of the shower room and only had a towel when some guys grabbed me and put a towel over my head so I couldn't see. I struggled, but I knew they were much stronger than me. They gagged me and put tape on my hands behind my back. I was being led somewhere outside the gym. I felt a cold feeling on my back as the guys taped me to a post. I could feel a towel covering my crotch, and could hear their voices. I recognized all of them, including Tom.
The next thing I heard was a bunch of girls' voices. It was the cheerleading squad, leaving after their practice, and the girls were checking me out. I felt the towel being lifted and knew they were checking out my dick. A hand was stroking my dick and I started to get hard.
"Look at the size of that dick!"
"Who is it?"
"I think it's Brad Martin."
I was humiliated. All those girls seeing me nude. Then I heard an adult voice.
"What is going on here?"
It was Ms. Masters, the cheerleading coach. She yelled at all the girls to leave, as she took off the tape, gag and towel that covered my head. She told me to get dressed and meet her in the principal's office.
When I got to Mr. Simpson's office it was obvious that he knew what had happened. He told me that I had to tell who had done this to me. I lied and said I didn't know. He didn't buy my lie. He continued interrogating me and told me that if I didn't tell him who did it, I would be suspended. I was not going to rat out my teammates, so I got suspended.
When I got home that evening, I decided to tell my parents the truth. Well, some of it anyway. I would not tell them who did it, and explained that it was just a prank, and that if the guys were identified, they would be expelled. I sure didn't want to hurt the team by having five of our best players expelled. Mom and dad listened. Then they said something that shocked me.
"We understand your position on this. We will support you and try to get you back in school without you telling who did it."
They were both treating me like an adult. I loved them for it. I gave both of them a big hug and kiss and headed for my room. My phone was ringing and it was Todd. He knew what had happened. He said the whole school must know by now.
The next day we had a meeting in Mr. Simpson's office. Mom and dad were there, along with my football coach and the cheerleading coach. All I said was that if anyone should be expelled, it should be the cheerleaders for lifting the towel. I was not left nude by the football players. I was asked to leave while the adults talked. Mr. Simpson finally caved in and said I could return to school after three days of suspension.
When I returned to school, Tom found me and asked why I didn't rat them out. He knew I recognized the voices of the guys who taped me up. I explained why I kept quiet, and he told me that things went too far and he was sorry.
"Chill out" I told him. "I may get a few dates from the cheerleaders now."
Tom laughed. The coach never said anything to the team except no more initiations, OR ELSE!" Practices were going better for me, and I really felt accepted by the varsity team.
I didn't get to play in the first two games, but we won both of them. I continued working hard in practice and the coaches noticed my effort and dedication. My big opportunity came in the third game of the year. It was an away game at Lapeer South. I did not start, but the coach put me in during the first quarter as a wide receiver. All the plays were shuttled in from the sidelines. We tried two running plays that netted a total of two yards. It was third and 8 from our own 35 yard line, when the play came in. It was a pass play where I was to run a post pattern, with the primary receiver being the tight end. He was knocked down in the pass pattern, and the quarterback found me open up the middle and lofted a pass. I caught it and raced into the end zone. My first varsity touchdown! The first guy to congratulate me was Tom, and that was special to me.
I caught two more passes in that game, and got a chance at tailback. I gained 120 yards receiving and 50 yards on three rushing carries, and my future as a football player looked great.
The next game I was the starting wide receiver. I caught four passes in that game from Matt, our starting quarterback. I scored two touchdowns on passes, and gained 80 yards as a tailback. Tom had opened the hole for me several times, and our friendship grew strong. Steve had become a close friend too. I introduced him to Todd. They had seen each other in school, but had never really met. Steve was dating a cheerleader and had invited me to a party after the game. I saw his girlfriend, Amy at the party and saw how beautiful she was. She gave me a lot of compliments about how I played, and told me that she wanted to fix me up with a girlfriend of hers. It was then that I met Melissa. She was a sophomore, and had long brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, and a body to die for.
Melissa and I hit it off great. We ended up dancing and talking a lot at that party, and I asked her for a date the next night to see a movie. She agreed, and we saw the movie "Titanic".
Todd was jealous that I was dating Melissa. I told him to chill out, that I was just trying to keep up my image as a stud. It was Sunday afternoon, and I was in Todd's room, telling him about my date with Melissa. I told him all I did was kiss her goodnight, with my dad waiting for me in the driveway to take me home. Todd needed reassurance that he and I were still lovers, so we ended up in his room, sucking and fucking like we had done many times before.
The school year continued with our football team unbeaten. I was very popular in school due primarily to my status on the football team. It was after one of our home games when I scored with Melissa. Dad dropped me off at the party and told me to call when I needed a ride home. Melissa ran up to me at the door and planted a nice tongue kiss on me, congratulating me for my performance in the game. I knew something was different about her as she kept touching me and hugging me. Melissa initiated our visit to the bedroom. As soon as she closed the door, she grabbed me and started French kissing me. Her hands were all over my body, pulling off my shirt. My dick was ready to rip open the front of my pants as I lifted her sweatshirt and unhooked her bra. We fell on the bed, with my mouth sucking and licking all over her firm tits. I knew she was hot when she rubbed the front of my jeans and told me to take them off. I jumped off the bed and stripped nude. She looked at me and stared at my dick.
"That's the nicest dick I have ever seen" she said.
I wondered how many dicks she had seen, but knew that my 7 inches of dick was impressive. Todd had kept measuring me, and marveled that my dick was growing longer and thicker every time he measured it. His had reached 6 inches, but was still slender. A perfect size for sucking.
I got back on the bed and made out with Melissa. We were not going steady or anything, but she seemed super horny. I undressed her and showed her that I knew how to please a girl. I ate her and she had two nice loud orgasms, before I rolled on a baggie and fucked her. We must have fucked for about 15 minutes, with her screaming as she had two more orgasms before I filled the condom with my load. We lay on the bed nude, talking and cuddling when we heard a knock on the door.
"Melissa, your mom is on the phone" Amy said.
Melissa and I got up and dressed and came out of the bedroom. Steve was standing outside with Amy, waiting their turn on the bed. He smiled at me, and I saw something in his eyes that surprised me. It's hard to explain, but he seemed to be giving me vibes. Melissa had to leave. Her mom picked her up and I kissed her goodnight.
I went back to the family room of the home and saw a bunch of couples making out. Stephanie Mortson came up to me and asked if I was lonely. That was the wrong question to ask a horny guy of 14. We ended up making out on the couch, with me getting a nice feel of her tits and her grabbing my dick through my jeans. As soon as Steve and Amy left the bedroom, Stephanie grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. As soon as we locked the door, she was on her knees, unzipping my jeans and grabbing my dick. She sucked me off until I came in her mouth. I pushed her back on the bed, undressed her, and started eating her pussy. She made a lot of noise when she came, screaming and grabbing my head.
I rolled on a baggie and fucked her for about 15 minutes before she and I came together. This was an awesome party! She wanted to stay with me in the bedroom, but someone was knocking on the door, yelling for us to give someone else a chance to be alone. We dressed, and I saw Matt, the quarterback holding onto a cute black girl. I smiled at him as Stephanie and I left the room so they could fuck. Stephanie went to grab something to drink and I saw some of her friends talking to her and laughing. I knew she was telling them about having sex with me. It was then that I saw Steve and Amy arguing. Amy seemed really pissed at Steve as she walked out of the house. Steve just stood there, his face showing anger.
Steve walked up to me and asked me if I would leave with him. Stephanie was still talking to her friends as Steve and I left the party and got in his car. The engine of his Camaro roared as we left the party. I could tell that Steve was pissed, but I said nothing to him. I looked at his face when he was driving, and my dick started to get hard. He told me that he and Amy had just broke up, and he was pissed. I sensed that he was hurt more than pissed.
Steve asked me if I would go with him to his house. I didn't have any curfew, so I agreed. He told me that he knew I had fucked both Melissa and Stephanie. He had heard them moaning and screaming in the bedroom. He drove us to his house and asked if I would come in for a while, that he wanted to talk to me. I agreed. Steve's parents were not home. We went to his bedroom and he laid on his bed. I sat on the bed and saw tears forming in his eyes.
"Jeez, Steve, what's wrong?" I asked.
At first he was silent and then he started to talk.
"I'm jealous" he said.
I just sat there looking at this incredibly handsome junior. He had everything in the world, I thought. The most popular guy in the school, and the leading rusher on the football team. What could he be jealous of?
"Brad, I want to tell you a secret about me" he said. I saw the tears start to flow down his face. "I'm jealous of you."
I couldn't understand how the most popular guy in the school could be jealous of me.
"I know you fucked two different girls tonight" he said. "I just wished that it was me that was in the bedroom with you."
Now I was shocked. I couldn't even speak. I looked into his eyes and saw a different Steve from the one I knew from the football team.
"I'm bi, Brad" he said. "I'm bi, and I have been trying to stop thinking about you and how incredibly cute you are. You turn me on more than any girl I have ever met".
My mind went blank, as I looked at him and our eyes met. This was a different Steve from the one I knew in school and on the football team. I saw something in his eyes that reminded me of the way Derek had looked at me at Camp Eagle. Steve had just told me a deep secret about himself. I laid on his bed with my head next to his and looked at the ceiling, wondering about my own sexuality. I felt Steve's face getting closer to mine. His mouth closed over mine and we kissed. At first the kiss was soft and tentative, but the passion grabbed us both as the kissed changed to tongue kisses. His hand rubbed the front of my jeans and I got a full woody. I felt his hand unzipping my jeans, but I made no effort to stop him. Steve opened the front of my jeans and started pulling them down. I lifted up, and he pulled down my jeans, and then my boxers. My dick stood up hard and ready for his hand. He started jacking me off, and then I felt him move, and my dick was in his mouth.
Steve moaned and sucked on my dick. My head was spinning. His mouth was making love to me just like Derek had done to me at camp. It was then that I realized that this was better than the sex I had just had with two of the most beautiful girls in the school. I pushed his head away from my dick and told him to undress. He got up off the bed and stripped nude, as I removed all of my clothes. He lay next to me and we kissed. Our passion flowed as we tongued each other and grabbed each other's dicks. I felt his 7 inches of manhood, and kissed him passionately. I kissed his neck and went for his nipples. I sucked and licked them and continued licking his body, as my mouth traveled down to his belly. I could smell his body aroma, and I was lost in love for him. When my mouth took his dick deep inside, I heard him moan loudly. He moved on the bed so that we were in a 69 position and we ate each other.
There is no way for me to describe how it felt for me to be having sex with Steve. We continued sucking and licking each other until we both shot our loads in each other's mouths. Not a drop of semen was wasted. When our dicks had stopped throbbing, he moved and kissed me. Feelings of love swept through my body as this incredibly handsome guy was kissing me after eating my jizz.
"I love you Brad" he said.
"I love you too", I said.
We laid there on his bed and began talking. He told me that I was the coolest guy he had ever met and that he had wanted to have sex with me since the first day he met me. I told Steve that he was awesome, and that I had never dreamed that we would ever be intimate like we had just been.
"Will you fuck me?" he asked.
I pushed him back on the bed and went down on him again. His dick hardened quickly. I licked and sucked on his nuts, and started licking under his nutsack. Steve lifted his legs, and exposed his butthole to me. My mouth found his hole and began licking and probing inside with my tongue.
Steve reached for the drawer next to his bed and handed me a tube of lubricant. I squeezed some lube on his hole and pushed in two fingers to prepare him for my dick. I squeezed more lube on my dick and positioned my body to enter him. He moaned as my dick slid in and continued until I was buried in his tight ass. I waited for him to relax, and then I began fucking him. At first I was slow and gentle, until I heard him tell me to fuck him hard. I slammed my dick in his ass and fucked him for at least 10 minutes before my cock erupted, filling his ass with my hot cream.
Steve was moaning and pinching my nipples as I blasted my cum inside him. He pulled my face to his and kissed me passionately. I knew then that guy sex was what I wanted in life. This handsome guy had just proved that to me, and I loved him for opening my eyes to reality. I pulled my cock out of his ass, and lay on the bed next to him. We continued kissing, as I asked him to fuck me.
Steve was startled at my request, but he wanted to fuck me more than life itself. He wasted no time in lubing me up and sticking his dick inside me. I grabbed his ass and pulled him deep inside me, sucking on his mouth and biting his tongue. He slammed his dick inside me and screamed as his cum shot into my ass. I felt the warm flood of his semen fill my insides, and almost passed out in lust for this handsome guy.
To be continued in Chapter 10.
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