New Sports Reporter

By moc.liamg@9002eroomcs

Published on Sep 7, 2012

Gay

All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is fictional. None of the events depicted are based on real life events. If you are in an area where it is illegal for you to read this story, please do not do so. These characters are not using protection because they are not real, but you are and you should.

This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal or private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. Any comments, whether positive or negative, are appreciated. Send email to scmoore2009@gmail.com.

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Rusty didn't try to explain anything away. In the heat of the moment, he'd shouted T.J.'s name, and Chase was understandably confused. The conversation went pretty much as you'd expect, with Chase asking who T.J. was and Rusty sputtering to try to answer. Finally, Rusty broke down and told Chase everything. About the summer evening in the locker room. About the late night calls and texts. And about the three-way that had gone down just days before.

Chase didn't really say anything after that, he just got up and started getting dressed.

"I thought this was something special. Something that was going somewhere," he said, pulling his shirt back on. "Obviously that wasn't the case."

"No, it is. I swear it is."

"If it was, you wouldn't have gotten fucked by two football players, then went on without saying anything like it was no big deal."

"I tried to say no. I really did."

"But you didn't. And obviously you have some kind of feelings for this guy since he's the one you were thinking about while you were fucking me."

"I don't really know what to say. I keep telling you I'm sorry."

"Well, I'm outta here. Call me when you're done being some jock's sex toy."

And with that, Chase walked out the door.

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Chase got home and immediately got into bed. This was really depressing. He liked Rusty, a lot. And now this. And the worst part was that he was still horny from getting all worked up earlier, and the thought of Rusty's cock in his ass kept popping in his head and making him harder. He knew who T.J. was -- he was a star on the football team, so every State fan did -- and the thought of T.J. fucking Rusty was all at once sickening and very, very hot. Chase went to bed horny, refusing to finish himself off to those images, but hoping maybe Rusty would do something to make this right.

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Rusty similarly went to bed that night feeling hollow and depressed. He knew he'd fucked up the day he let T.J. and Jason fuck him. And now that Chase knew, he felt both better and worse. He felt good knowing he wasn't lying, but awful knowing how much he'd hurt his unofficial boyfriend, and the only friend he really had here.

The anger that he felt toward T.J. welled up inside him again. This was his own fault, obviously, but T.J. shared some blame too. He was the one that initiated their locker room hook up. He was the one that kept calling and texting. He was the one that shoved his cock in Rusty's mouth, breeded his ass and then made him leave without any thought of reciprocating or any additional contact, not even for friendship. T.J. was attractive, the sex was great and Rusty felt a connection to him, but that anger that he felt when he imagined fucking him, making him feel that much less macho and wiping that stupid smirk off his face -- that was the most powerful emotion Rusty had felt in a long time.

An idea began developing in Rusty's head. He wanted to feel what he had imagined for real. He wanted to make T.J. pay for his contribution to ruining his budding relationship. He wanted to take away the power that T.J. seemed to think he had over him.

That'd be difficult. T.J. was the bigger and stronger of the two men, and it's not like Rusty could just tackle him and tear off his clothes. This would take planning, and probably some help. Rusty resolved to make it happen, and made a mental note to start planning the next morning. He'd have his revenge on T.J., then when that situation was done for good, he'd try to make things right with Chase.

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After considering his options for a while, Rusty had a realization that the help he needed was someone T.J. had actually introduced him to. Jason didn't really know a whole lot about their situation, and Rusty thought maybe with the right kind of backstory he could get Jason to put T.J. in the position he needed him in (literally and figuratively).

Through some of his contacts in the athletic department, he got Jason's number and gave him a call.

"You know T.J. and I have been hooking up off and on when he needs to get off," Rusty told him. "I want to surprise him one night and I need someone to set it up."

Jason gave him the exact answer he was looking for.

"I think I know exactly how to help you out. Just tell me when and where you want him."

They made the arrangements and set a time. Rusty hit button on his phone to end the call and smiled.

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"Hey man, you know that chick we always check out in bio?" Jason asked T.J. on their way into one of their classes later that day.

"Yeah, man. I'd bang that out in a heartbeat," T.J. answered. She always sat two or three rows in front of them, on the other side of the lecture hall. It was about halfway through the semester now, so T.J. and Jason had had plenty of class time to check her out.

"I saw her in the union the other day. She totally wants you, dude. She wants me to set it up."

"That's awesome. I've been needing some pussy for a while."

"Yeah. She's kind of freaky, so wait until you hear what she wants you to do..."

This was all part of Rusty's master plan, with Jason just a pawn. The next night, right before the "girl from class" was coming over, T.J. laid naked, facedown on his bed, and Jason tied his wrists to the bedposts with some rope they'd found in T.J.'s trunk.

"You're sure this is what she said she wanted?"

"Yeah man, she'll be here any minute. I gotta run."

"Alright dude. I'll see you tomorrow and let you know how things go."

"Awesome. Have fun!"

Jason headed out, turning the lights off as he left. On his way to his car, he saw Rusty pulling into the parking lot. He flashed him a thumbs up, and got in his car to leave, not knowing what Rusty was about to do.

Rusty entered T.J.'s apartment and stripped down to his boxers. He snuck into T.J.'s room, where the lights were still off. T.J. heard someone enter the room, and assumed it was the girl from his class.

"Hey baby, how you doin'?" he asked.

Rusty grabbed the bottle of lube that Jason had made sure was left out on the TV stand by the wall. He slathered some on his hands and started massaging T.J.'s back.

"Mmmm. That feels good baby. Keep it up."

Rusty knew T.J. wasn't the brightest bulb in the lamp, but he thought T.J. would at least know the difference between his hands and a girl's. Oh well. He massaged T.J.'s shoulders, then moved down to the small of his back. With one hand he kept up his massage, and with another he moved down toward T.J.'s ass. He moved massaged T.J's asscheeks, and ran his fingers up and down his crack. He started circling his asshold with one of his fingertips, bringing his other hand down now to massage T.J.'s ass some more.

"Oh, baby, you are kind of freaky," T.J. exclaimed, feeling the finger pushing against his asshole. It kind of started to dawn on him that the finger was bigger that it probably should have been. "Wait a second..." he exclaimed, as Rusty reached above him and pulled the chain on the ceiling fan to turn on the light.

"Hey, Teej!" Rusty said, sticking his finger in T.J.'s ass as T.J. struggled to turn around and look at him.

"AH!" T.J. shouted. That stung a bit. "Russ? What're you doing here? Where's that girl from class?"

"Oh, she's not coming."

Rusty moved his finger in and out of T.J.'s ass a couple times, and T.J. writhed a bit as he got used to the feeling.

"What happened? Did you tell her not to or something?"

Again, not the brightest bulb in the lamp.

"Nope. She was never coming. I got Jason to set you up so I could come and do this."

Rusty added another finger, and kept finger fucking T.J. T.J. moaned. He didn't really like that this was happening, but he had to admit that it felt kind of good.

The finger fucking continued, and T.J. kept moving in rhythm with Rusty's fingers. Rusty looked under T.J. and saw that his cock was rock hard. There was even a spot on the sheets where you could see it had been leaking a bit. Rusty squeezed some more lube out of the bottle and spread it on his cock, which was also as hard as it could get. He jerked himself a couple times as he pushed his fingers as far into T.J.'s ass as he could, then pulled them out.

"Untie me, dude. I want you to blow me."

"I don't think you're the one making those decisions here," Rusty said, pulling off his boxers, climbing further up on the bed and getting in position behind T.J. He leaned down and spread T.J.'s asscheeks.

"What're you doing, Russ? You know I don't get fucked."

"Do I know that? Because you're about to have my cock in your ass and I think you're going to like it."

"No way, dude." T.J. tried to pull his arms free but Jason had tied the ropes pretty well. He writhed underneath Rusty, but Rusty had positioned himself already and there wasn't much T.J. could do. Rusty pushed his cock up to T.J's asshole, and popped it in.

"AHHH." T.J. yelled again, a wave of pain rushing through him. This was not at all how he'd expected this night to go. "Stop. This hurts."

"It'll get better. Trust me."

Rusty stopped long enough for T.J. to stop panting and then slowly started to push the rest of the way in. His cock was still super hard, and he was really enjoying this. Moreso than he had when he imagined this.

Finally Rusty was balls deep inside T.J. He stopped again, letting T.J. catch up. He pulled almost all the way out, then quickly pushed back in.

"Ughhh." T.J. moaned, making a noise that left it ambiguous whether he was enjoying this or still hurting.

Rusty started fucking him in earnest, pistoning in and out and really long-dicking T.J. He could tell when he hit T.J.'s g-spot because T.J.'s body would tense and T.J. would grunt.

"You like this?" Rusty asked. T.J.'s ass, predictably, was tight, and the feeling around Rusty's cock was amazing.

"Ughh. I...it...ugh...keep going," T.J. managed to mutter.

Rusty smiled. He'd broken T.J. T.J.'s body was responding to him the same way his own body did when T.J. was fucking him. He put his hand on T.J.'s shoulder to give himself some leverage and really started hammering him.

"Oh Rusty. Oh Russ. Oh god. Right there. Right there!" T.J. said, louder than before. He was really starting to enjoy this. His cock was rubbing up against the sheets, and he was getting close. Rusty's cock kept hitting that one spot inside him that made him shudder.

"Oh Rusty. Oh god. I'm gonna...you're...it's happening. Oh god. I'm cumming!"

Rusty felt T.J.'s ass clench around his cock as T.J. came all over the sheets. Rusty pulled out, and started jacking his cock.

"You like that, huh?" he said. "You liked that a lot. Look at you laying there in your own jizz."

He felt his balls tighten, and he moaned as he came all over T.J.'s back. He took a second to absorb the situation in his mind, then patted T.J. on the shoulder and climbed off the bed.

"Are you gonna untie me?" T.J. asked, sounding panicked.

"I need to head out. Sorry."

Rusty put his boxers back on and flipped the lights back off. He got dressed again in the living room, and stuck his head back in the bedroom.

"Oh, by the way. This arrangement we have is over. Don't call or text me for this again."

Rusty turned around and headed out, and he heard T.J. shouting at him from the bedroom as he walked out the door.

"You can't leave me here! What are you doing? You can't just leave!"

But that was always what T.J. wanted after sex -- for him to just leave. So he opened his phone and shot a quick text to Jason that he could head back over and let T.J. go. He got home feeling satisfied, and ready to make things right with Chase now that things with T.J. were finally over.

--

Jason walked into T.J.'s apartment, and went into the bedroom. He didn't know what Rusty was planning once he got to T.J., so finding T.J. still bound to the bed, covered in jizz, surprised him.

"What happened, dude?"

"Fucking untie me, asshole. Rusty fucked me."

Jason could see the cumstain on the sheets underneath T.J.

"It looks like you enjoyed yourself," he said, feeling his cock stirring in his shorts.

"No I fucking didn't, untie me."

"I think you did," he said, undoing his belt and letting his shorts fall to the floor. "And I think you're going to enjoy it again now too."

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Coming up: Jason and T.J. continue their encounter, Rusty tries to make things right with Chase but has to come to grips with the fact that even in revenge he's hooked up with T.J. again, and the coach remembers what he saw over the summer and decides he wants to get in on the action.

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More chapters coming soon. Please send comments, questions, and critiques to scmoore2009@gmail.com. Thanks.

Next: Chapter 6


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