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"Tackling Love" by Jay Howard
Part 1
I didn't really like playing high school football all that much, but I did it for two reasons. In the first place, my Dad thought I just had to.
He had been putting a football in my hands as long as I can remember. He would throw the ball to me in the back yard every chance he got. He would never except any excuse for not going out and getting in all the practice we could.
While I never got really good at the sport, I eventually began to feel comfortable holding and catching the darn ball. Knowing that the one real asset I had was my speed, I tried out for running back and by my junior year I was the starting full back.
The other reason I went out for football was very private. I loved the locker room. Watching all those guys my age getting undressed and showering, or running around naked or in just their underwear was a great thrill for me. I can't tell you how many times after practice or a game I would go home and beat my meat to those fresh images of naked teens.
I played for the Beltville High Panthers. By the last game of the season, on Thanksgiving morning, I was tired and sore and just waiting for the season to end. The biggest game of the year was the Turkey Day game against the Delta High Bears. The community really got into it. There was a big parade before the game, an outdoor pep rally at the town square the night before, banners, and of course, lots of newspaper publicity.
Because it was such a big deal, the coach drove us extra hard. We HAD to win. All week long, before the game, we watched films of the Bears. Besides playing full back, I was also a defensive back. I hated that. I much preferred to play offense and, I wasn't very good at defense. But the coach had no one else for the spot so there I was. Anyway, while watching the films, I noticed number 32 on their team. It was hard to tell exactly what he looked like with his helmet and pads on, but from what I could see, he looked gorgeous. He was their star and also a junior. I had heard he was already being scouted by the colleges.
As we went out onto the field for the game, all I could think of was number 32. I knew from reading the local paper that his name was Scott Tyson. I decided days ago that he would be my primary target, and it wasn't long before I got my wish. We lost the toss and had to kick to them. Their very first play was a hand off to Scott and he came right at me. He probably had been told I was a weak spot on the team.
I flew toward him and he very cleverly darted toward the outside, and I wound up with my face in the dirt feeling pretty damn silly. That pissed me off. I was determined to get him. It took nearly the whole game to get my chance. With just 3 minutes to go in the game, and our team winning by 7 points, 28 to 21, the Bears had driven down the field to our 31 yard line and were trying desperately to tie the game. On third down, Scott came around my end for a pass and just as he got the ball I hit him hard and square. The ball popped loose and several guys from both teams were scrambling for the ball.
At the bottom of the pile of young flesh, I got this sudden impulse to touch Scott. Rather than struggle for the ball, I played my hands over as much of Scott's body as time and room permitted. I felt his chest and legs and even got the courage to put my hand right on his jock- covered dick.
No one else noticed what I was up to because there was this frantic grappling for the ball. Fortunately for our team, one of our players came up with ball, with no thanks to me.
I couldn't believe what I had done. I watched Scott very carefully after that. Every time I looked at him, he was looking right back at me. He didn't seem to be upset. It was a stupid thing to do, right there on the field. I was afraid he might get some of his teammates and beat the shit out of me. But quite the reverse was true. After the game was over, with the final score still 28 to 21, he went out of his way to come over and shake my hand and tell me what I good game I had played.
As he shook my hand, he smiled broadly showing his brilliant white teeth. I could have melted right on the field. I felt all queasy inside and couldn't even talk. I did somehow manage to get out a squeaky "Thank you." As he walked away with the others toward the locker room, he kept glancing back over his shoulder. I stood there until I couldn't see him anymore, then noticed that the rest of my team had also gone into the locker room. I was standing there all alone on the field.
The winning celebration in the locker room, family accolades and Thanksgiving dinner were all like a dream. It was as though I wasn't really there, and to be honest, I wasn't, at least not mentally. All I could think about was Scott. As soon as I could get away from the family after dinner without being too rude, I went to my room, locked the door, laid down on my bed naked and jerked off thinking of my new idol. The first blast of cum hit me right in the face. It was the best orgasm I had ever had.
Friday was much the same... thoughts of Scott and images of him laying under me on the field raced through my head all day. It was driving me crazy. While sneaking a smoke out behind the shed, it came to me. Call him!. Oh no, I couldn't! But I had to! What was the worst thing that could happen? He obviously isn't angry. Do it, Todd, you wimp! Call him!
I went back into the house not sure of what I would do. Acting almost like a robot, got the phone book and began searching for his number. There were two Tysons listed in the town where he lived. My robotic fingers dialed the first number while my body shook with anticipation. A woman answered. I suddenly realized that I didn't have the faintest idea what I would say to him. I didn't even know why I was calling. She had to say hello a second time to bring me back to reality. "Um, is Scott there?" I managed to utter.
"Why no, this is his grandmother's house, who's calling?"
"I'm Todd, Todd Miller. We played in the game yesterday and I just wanted to talk to him."
She very generously gave me his phone number. I thanked her, saying, "Thanks, sorry to bother you," and hung up.
Damn, I wasn't sure I could muster the nerve to make yet another call, but once again I found myself dialing the phone. On the fourth or fifth ring, when I was about to hang up, a young male voice answered, "Hello".
"Hi, is this Scott?"
"Yeah, who's this?"
"Ugh, this is Todd from Beltville High."
His voice seemed to brighten. Or was it my wishful thinking?
"Hey, how are you? I'm sore as hell from the game. What's up?"
"Well yeah, I hurt too. All over." I paused not sure what to say, then continued, "I've got the car tomorrow night and was planning to just drive around, hang out, maybe see a movie, just wondered if, if...you might wanna come along."
There was only a brief pause before his reply but it was long enough for me to starting thinking that this call was a grave mistake. His reply made me glad I did. "Well, hey, yeah. I was gonna go skating with my brother, but sure, I'd like to tag along."
Wow, there is a God. I was so excited I thanked him and hung up the phone without realizing I didn't have the faintest idea where he lived. I had to call him back and get directions which made me feel like a real dork, but he was tons cool about it and I hung up this time feeling better than I had since my stunt on the field yesterday.
I was so happy and excited I couldn't wait for tomorrow night. I tried to keep myself busy the rest of day. I raked the leaves my Dad had been after me to clean up. I then went to my room and tried to do my homework. Forget that! I couldn't concentrate on homework.. I just sat there and thought of Scott and what tomorrow night would be like.
Bedtime was even worse. As I laid there, my mind reeled with thoughts, varying from visions of my first real sex with anyone, to images of him calling me a faggot and slugging me right in the face. Oh God, it was terrible! I tossed and turned and it seemed like every time I looked at the clock only a few minutes had passed. Finally, around 2 AM, I drifted off to sleep and didn't wake until nearly 10 AM... with a roaring hard on.
I barely even remember that Saturday. I do remember taking my Mom to the market. I remember sitting and staring at the TV, not really watching, just waiting for the day-long hours to pass. Finally it was 5 o'clock. I had a quick dinner, then went to take a shower. I primped and toyed with my hair for nearly a half an hour, then spent nearly as long trying to pick out what I would wear. I must have tried on everything from my closet. I had to look my best, yet nothing seemed right, good enough. I wanted to impress him.
I finally settled on a white sweater and Calvin Klein jeans. I stood to evaluate myself in front of the mirror. Yes, I liked my final selection. It was casual, but neat. The jeans were tight across my butt. My sandy blond hair got messed again putting on the sweater, but I managed to fix that too. I stared at the image in the mirror. It stared back at me. It`s hard to evaluate your own appearance, but I liked what I saw. My 5 foot, 10 inch height looked somehow taller in the mirror.
I guess my most striking feature, at least to me, is my nose. One of those sort of stubby, upturned kind. My worst feature is my yucky green eyes, though no one ever mentioned them to me. It was my own observation. My Mom kept trying to get me to gain weight, and I guess that would have helped with football, but I was satisfied with my 135 pounds and 30 inch waist.
The image in the mirror nodded approval. Yes, I was ready.
"Tackling Love" by Jay Howard
Part 2
I left the house by 6:30. It was only a ten minute drive, but I was too anxious to wait. And, I wasn't exactly sure where he lived and I didn't want to be late. His directions were excellent and I got to the driveway to his house before quarter of. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was a fuckin' mansion. You could barely see the house from the road. It was a beautiful stone structure, 3 stories high, with impeccably well manicured gardens. `Shit, this dude must really have money,' I thought.
I didn't want to appear too anxious so I drove around until just before 7, then headed back to his house and entered the long driveway. I had barely stopped the car in front of the house when the door opened and Scott raced down the long steps toward me. He looked like an angel. His blond hair bounced as he took the steps, two at a time. He was wearing a long sleeved powder blue shirt, open at the collar and a multicolored vest that also hung open. He had on white Docker pants that hugged his slender hips. He also flashed that same brilliant smile that so captivated me when he walked off the field two very long days ago.
He opened the door to the car and jumped in. "Hey Dude, good to see you again."
"Hi, Scott. How's it hangin?"
What a stupid fuckin thing to say! Damn. I was so nervous and that just sort of plopped out. Shit!
He just ignored what I had said. And settling into the seat said, "Well, where are we going?"
"Uh, I don't really know. Any place you have in mind? I thought we might just head toward the mall and see what happens."
"Yeah, that's cool."
We headed toward the mall, about 20 minutes away. He began to talk about the game. I couldn't believe how comfortable he seemed. His composure made me begin to relax. He talked about how rough and strict his coach was, of other teachers at his school, of the fact that he couldn't stand any of the sciences and how his dad traveled most of the time... stuff like that. By the time we got to the mall, I had learned a great deal about him. More importantly, I felt very comfortable on our first date, which is what I considered this to be.
We walked around the mall, stopping to check out the movies, none of which appealed to either of us. About 8:30, both our young bodies were craving food so we got steak sandwiches at the food court. As we ate I told him a little about myself, what there was to tell. I told him about my dad insisting I go out for football, about how I too didn't do well with the sciences, which was quite the truth and about my mom's little jewelry business. He listened intently.
As we finished our sandwiches, the conversation got a bit more strained. It occurred to me that neither of us had mentioned girls. That struck me as unusual. Most guys our age spend most of their conversations talking about pussy and getting laid. Could I hold that out as hope? No, not really I decided.
"Well, what do you want to do now?" I asked.
"Things seem kinda dead tonight. Wanna go back to my place and listen to tunes, or maybe watch a movie, or something? My parents went to Philly for a big party and won't be home until very late. In fact, they said they may stay over at a hotel."
"Sure. Sounds great to me," I said.
Wow the idea of seeing and being in his room made my little dick jerk.
In no time, we were at his place. It was even more impressive on the inside. There was what he called the `den,' which was equipped better than some small theaters I have been in. I saw a big screen TV with a massive stereo and surround sound system, a wet bar in the corner and a huge stone fire place. I'm telling you, it was unbelievable.
As he led me from one room to the next and one floor to the next, all I kept thinking about was seeing his room, which I soon learned was on the third floor. He had the entire third floor to himself. It was immense, almost as big as our whole house. His bedroom was decorated like I had only ever seen in movies or fancy magazines. I was stunned.
As we entered, he pointed out his private bathroom right off his bedroom in case I needed to use the facilities, which I did. Hot damn, you should see this bathroom! It had a walk in shower bigger than my bedroom. It also had a hot tub. Everything was neat and in order. No clothes or books or anything laying around anywhere. He had told me him Mom is a clean freak.
By the time I came out of the bathroom, he was sitting in a plush recliner taking off his sneakers. He had already removed his vest. My heart pounded and my throat got dry as I watched him. I knew, of course, that I had been attracted to guys all my life, but never had a chance to really be alone with one and was not even sure I would ever have the nerve to try. Yet here I was, right in the sanctuary of my teenage idol. Damn!
"Sit down and make yourself comfortable," he said pointing to a chair just a few feet from his. As I began to take off my sneakers, he said, "The place looks tons formal I know, but don't be intimidated. My Mom did the decorating, but it is my room and I do what I want here."
`Umm, what did that mean?' I wondered.
He wasted no time starting a conversation. "Todd, I gotta ask you a question. Why did you do that?"
I couldn't think of anything I had just done to raise such a question. All I did was take off my sneakers. Quite confused I said, "Do what?"
"Touch me like you did, on the field."
Holly shit! He was so direct it took me by complete surprise. I felt blood rush to my head. I wasn't prepared for that question, though maybe I should have been. I began to shake and let my glance fall to the floor. The palms of my hands became sweaty.
"Relax," he said. "It's ok, I'm just curious. Why did ya?"
He had said, it's ok! Did he really mean that? "Well, I don't know really. It was just an impulse."
"That's some impulse, to touch another guy's crotch right on a football field, during a game."
He voice was calm and steady. I read no hint of hate or anger. I decided to be more honest with him, carefully, one step at a time, watching his reaction. I had to do it. I had come to far to chicken out now. So, swallowing the big lump in my throat I said, "Well Scott, to tell you truth, while I watched the game films all week long I kept noticing you. You seemed like a nice person and you are a good player and..."
"And?"
"Well,...and, you have a great body."
The fact that I had actually said that really surprised me. I had just told another guy he has a great body! Oh, fuck! Expecting the worst, I looked him directly in the eyes. A very slight smile crossed his lips.
"I'm glad you did. If you hadn't we wouldn't be here right now, together. Do you...you know, wanna do it again...touch me?"
Shit this guy is direct!
I didn't answer. I couldn't. Of course I wanted to touch him, but I couldn't say the words. He stood up, unbuttoned his shirt and laid it over the arm of the chair he had been sitting on, then got up onto his bed and put all the pillows up against the headboard. He patted the bed right aside of him, a signal for me to get on the bed beside him.
As I sat beside him, he gazed deep into my eyes. He was so beautiful. His skin didn't have the slightest blemish. He had no hair on his chest. His pecs were well developed, his body still lightly tanned from the summer sun. I could smell his masculine body. Drawing in the sight and smell of him made my cock begin to stir, even with all my apprehension.
"You have a great body too, Todd. Just like you, I watched you carefully on the practice films. I knew I would be playing opposite you. I wondered how your body would feel if we made contact, but never expected you to touch me like you did. I wanted to call you after the game, too and started to several times, but just didn't know what to say. I'm so glad you called me."
After a long pause, with him starring off into the room he breathed deeply and said quietly, "I'm gay, Todd."
Wow, again his directness surprised me. He didn't seem to expect a response. He reached out and took my hand and placed it on his chest. I couldn't move. My hand was frozen to his warm chest. He felt so solid and firm. I glanced into his eyes, they stared back deep into mine. "Do it, Todd. Touch me. I want you to."
I slowly began to move the palm of my hand around his chest. The feeling I had inside was like none I had ever experienced. I became more brave and ran my hand behind his neck then up into his silky blond hair. He tilted his head back and purred softly, like a young kitten. My confidence grew quickly and in a few minutes I had both my hands around his chest exploring his back.
He pushed me away slightly and pulled my sweater over my head, then drew me quickly back close to him. Our naked torsos were now pressed tightly together. My face was directly in front of his. I could feel his breath. He leaned his face forward very gradually until his lips brushed against mine. The delicate touch of his lips against mine was so sensuous.
I was becoming increasingly enthraled with his feel and his odor. My dick was rock solid and straining against the confines of my jockeys and jeans. We were both panting, our chests heaving in unison. Then gently but firmly, he placed his hand at the back of my head and pushed his mouth solidly against mine. His tongue forced my lips open and he explored the inside of my mouth with his tongue. I had never kissed anyone except family, but I needed no lessons. I followed his lead and stuck my tongue in his mouth, then drew back to suck on his tongue. As we kissed he pulled me tightly to him.
He laid down and held me firmly on top of him. I snuggled my body as closely and tightly to his as I could. I could feel his rigid shaft. He thrust his hips upward, pushing his hard on against mine. I was so hot I was lost in lust for his body. All apprehension was gone. I wanted to see and feel more of him. My cock ached for relief.
I rolled off him, over onto my back. He quickly turned on his side facing me and began to struggle with the belt, button and zipper on my jeans.
I moved my hand to assist him, but he gently pushed it away saying, "Let me do that." He managed to open my pants, then leaned down and pulled them off.
There I was, naked but for my underwear, which were now wet with precum and did little to hide my hard dick. My cock jerked with the anticipation of his touch.
He gently rubbed his hand over my cloth-covered shaft. I had never felt anything so stimulating in my life. I had to stop him or I would have shot my load right then. I pushed him until he was flat on his back, opened his pants and pushed them down and off his legs. He wore white Calvin Klein briefs which like mine, were tented with hard cock and wet with precum. I reached out and cupped his shaft in my hand... the first cock I had ever touched other than my own. It's warmth and hardness astonished me. I gently used my hand to rub and massage his member. He threw his head back and moaned loudly. He pushed his hard dick up into my hand.
"Oh God, Todd. That feels so good. Don't stop. I'm ready to cum. Do it, Todd. Make me cum!"
I realized it was the first words either of spoke since we had gotten on his bed. He began to push his hips up against my hand in a rythmic, humping motion. I held his bulge firmly and massaged his shaft. I could tell he was ready to cum. Using both of my hands, I lowered his shorts, exposing his solid, gleaming prick. What a beautiful sight he was!. He wiggled his body, and continued thrusting his hips up, moaning loudly, begging me to bring him off.
I wet the palm of my hand with his precum, then tightly grabbed his cock. I jerked my hand up and down his pole and after just a few strokes he yelled, "YES TODD, DO IT...IT'S CUMMING!!!"
And cum he did! His precious juices shot straight up from his dick, only to fall back over his chest and my hand. As my hand became more lubricated with his cum, I used his own semen to continue jerking him off. I had never seen so much cum! It was much more than I had ever shot. There were at least 8 long, strong shots.
As his spasm lessened, I continued to rub the palm of my hand over the sensitive underside of his cock. He laid there and moaned softly. It was a good 10 minutes before the flood of pleasure in him subsided. He then sat up and kissed me deeply.
"That was absolutely the best orgasm I ever had. You are terrific," he said. His compliment made me feel even more warm inside.
He laid me gently back down on my back and wasted no time in stripping off my shorts. He studied my exposed body. Instead of feeling uneasy about my nakedness, as I would have just a short hour ago, I relished in his gaze. He moved his hands gently and methodically all over me. He started softly touching my face, then ran his hands through my hair, over my chest and down to my legs, bypassing my throbbing dick. I ached for relief, yet wanted this to go on forever.
He moved his hands back up the inside of my thighs and cupped my balls. A shudder went through me. It was as though I had received an electric shock. He toyed carefully with my nuts, then slid his hand up and around the shaft of my dick. He played with it, and seemed to study it with great intensity. Then to my surprise, he very slowly lowered his body and kissed the tip of my cock. He licked at the precum, then slid his mouth completely over my dick. In one long, slow, gentle movement, he swallowed my prick until my pubes were against his lips.
I gasped out loud. The sensation was like none I had ever experienced. I had no way of knowing if he had ever done such a thing before, but he seemed to know exactly how to stimulate every part of my boyhood. He licked and sucked, occasionally using his hand ever so gently. Several times I was ready to explode but he wouldn't let me. As he again and again brought me nearer to the brink, he would ease off or stop and then start sucking me again. . Finally, no matter how badly I wanted this to continue, I simply couldn't stand it any longer. I just had to cum. I thrust my shaft deep into his throat and as I approached orgasm, I yelled, "Oh my God, Scott! I'm going to cum. You better get off. I'm serious! It's cumming!!!"
Instead of backing off as I assumed he would, he intensified his efforts, sucking me harder and faster. Overwhelmed with the feeling of his hot mouth swallowing my cock, I blasted what felt like gallons of cum right into his mouth and down his throat. My entire body shook as I groaned loudly and pumped my jizz into him. The orgasm seemed to last for a hour. I finally relaxed, feeling more drained, spent and relieved than I had ever before felt.
Todd and I sat there for a long time, simply looking at each other. Neither of us spoke. He looked tons sexy with his cum still covering his body. I reached out with my tongue and licked up the pool of sticky love juice. Todd finally suggested we take a shower and get cleaned up. Being with him in the shower was almost as stimulating to me as the sex we had just had. We soaped each others bodies and tickled each other, laughing so hard that my sides started to hurt. We frolicked like two little kids taking a bath. We frequently touched each others limp dicks, but neither made any serious attempt to get the other excited.
After drying off with towels the size of small bedspreads, we began to dress. As I pulled on my jeans, Scott walked up silently behind me, put his arms around my waist, held me tight and kissed the back of my neck. I freed myself from his grasp and turned around to face him. I pushed my body tightly against his, and as we held each other around the waist, we kissed. It was a long, passionate kiss. My teenage cock began to get hard again and the thought of once again touching his body raced through my head.
"Scott, we had a wonderful time, I would like to do it again. See I'm hard already. But it's almost midnight and I have to get home."
"Yeah, I don't want you to get grounded or anything. I want to be able to see you again. Soo!. I'm very attracted to you, Todd. That was the most wonderful experience of my life. I've never done anything like that with anyone. Well, when I was 14 a neighbor kid and I did jerk each other off. But that was just kid stuff. You are anything BUT kid stuff. I know you have to go, I wish you didn't have to. Can I call you tomorrow?"
"Oh God, yes. Please call, but be careful. There's always a lot of people around my place."
"Yeah I know what you mean. Fortunately I got a phone up here and my own number...oh, let me write it down for you. I'll call you tomorrow. God, Todd, I had a great time."
"Me too. Really. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
I hated to leave but had no choice. I got home just past midnight. I was hoping my parents would be in bed but, no such luck. My dad questioned my being out so late, but wasn't too upset. It was my mom that bothered me.
She knew me inside and out. It was hard for me to hide emotions from her, and I was definitely filled with emotion.
"Well, it looks like you had a good time," she said.
Damn I'm not a very good liar, especially with her. I had to think fast. What could I tell her? Where I had been, what had I done, who had I been with? Somehow the words came rather easily and as I told her a very abridged version of the evening. I even got clever enough to open opportunities for future outings with Scott.
"I went out with Scott from the Bear's football team. We met after the game on Thursday. He said he has a girl friend and wanted to know if I would go along with them and his girlfriend's friend. So we went to the Mall and talked and hung around. The girl is very nice. We got along real well"
"What is her name? Do we know her?"
Oh shit; how far is this going to go I wondered. I really hated making stuff up, but there was no way I could tell her the truth.
"Her name is Debbie, but I don't remember her last name. She is from Delta High, I doubt if you know her."
Pretty clever Todd, but you better stop this conversation before you get caught.
"I, uh, I'm really tired Mom. Talk to you in the morning. I gotta get to bed."
"OK, goodnight Dear. Glad you met a nice girl."
Wow, I felt so relieved just to get to my room alone. I threw off my clothes and laid down on my bed. As I almost always did before going to sleep, I began to massage my shaft. I loved to feel it grow hard inside my underwear. This time, though, I let my mind believe that it was Scott's hand, not mine, manipulating my cock...his hand making it hard, making it spring to life and beg for relief. Although I was truly physically drained from the first real sex of my life, there was a driving force inside me that begged me to relive that experience ...to conjure up images of Scott's body; images of thrilling intimate sex with a hot male body. As my mind replayed every detail of my encounter, I stroked myself. I ran my hands over my body as Scott had just done. I played with my nuts and just before cumming, began to play with my ass. As the final surge of my second orgasm of the night approached, I pushed my finger, lubed with precum, deep into my butt. My cum shoot across my chest in volley after volley, leaving me drenched in white jizz. Oh God, Scott! I MUST see you again. Soon!
End