Date: Mon, 28 Mar 2022 15:07:07 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: The Contractor - Chapter Ten Welcome to latest chapter in the story about the developing relationship between a twenty something heterosexual self-employed contractor and a sheltered soon to be sixteen year old boy. The contractor will mentor the young man while he soon learns new things about himself as the young man helps him on his journey into new experiences. This chapter potentially expands the group of three who enjoy each other. Note: The segment on the big football game takes some liberties with the norms of American football. My apologies to all the true high school football purists. WARNING: This story is for adult men. It contains a graphic and fictional depiction of sex between adult and youth males. If sexual activity between consenting males is illegal where you are, or you find this material offensive or if you are under legal age, do not go any further and do not read this story. The characters are fictional and do not represent any real person, living or dead or any real events or happenings. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except to the website to which it has been posted, without consent of the author. Your comments or suggestions are always welcome. Please direct them to Jonathan Perkins at tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. All of us enjoy the stories posted here so please support Nifty. I appreciate you reading my stories and Nifty appreciates your support. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html The Contractor Chapter Ten "Game Over" The team kept practicing hard and winning their Saturday games. They were tied for first place in their division and looking forward to the Thanksgiving Day game with their arch rival. They hadn't won that game in years but this year would be different, or so they hoped. Brandon joined Brian and Kyle in their after practice workouts. Brian and Kyle were in sync and now wanted Brandon to get just as proficient. Brandon was more than happy to put in the extra time and practice with them. It cut into the fun in the shower but Kyle and Brian would come to my house on Monday when there was no practice. They invited me to join them but I felt I should let them have some time to themselves. The threesome in the hotel room was special and I wanted to keep it that way. Every now and then Brian would be sullen and keeping to himself. I was worried at first but then he opened up to me one night in bed. "Shaun, do you think my mother is ever coming home? Or has she forgotten me?" "You talk to her on the phone a couple of times a week. How could she forget you?" "Yeah, but do you think she's ever coming home or have I been deserted? "She told you she would be home for Thanksgiving and can't wait to watch you play in the big game. It's been so long since she has been back to her childhood home and spent time with her sister she just wants to make the most of it," I reassured him. "Are you getting tired of staying with me? Want me to get you a plane ticket to St. Louis?" I said only half seriously. "Then I'd miss you." "And I would miss you more. So give me a kiss and let's snuggle," which he willingly did. "You always know how to make thing right in my world," as he nuzzled his head against me. Brian's mother had flown back home the weekend before Thanksgiving. We met her at the airport and she and Brian came running at each other, almost knocking each other over as they embraced. Tears were running down both their faces. The sight of their reunion and the level of emotion made my eyes moist as well. We got her bags and headed to their apartment. "My goodness, this place looks immaculate, just like the day I left," Dorothy remarked. "We wanted you to feel right at home," Brian said. "If you ever came home that is," Brian quietly added sarcastically. "It feels so good to be home. Shaun, I don't know how I can ever thank you for keeping Brian while I was away." "It was my pleasure, honestly. It was like having the son I never had. We had some good times but I know he's glad you're back." Dorothy walked around the living room again and into the kitchen. She grabbed Brian for another hug and then sat down on the couch, patting beside her for Brian to come sit next to her. "I'm going to leave you two alone to catch up. I'm sure you have a lot to tell him about St. Louis and Brian had hours of football tales to tell you," I headed for the door. "If you want to sleep in tomorrow I can swing by and pick up Brian for school?" "No, that's fine. I'll take him. Will I see you at practice today?" "No practice on Monday. Brian and Kyle usually get together at my place to talk strategy for the upcoming practices." "They can get together here now that I'm home," Dorothy offered. "Now that you're home, we going to skip tomorrow so I can spend more time with you, Mom. Unless you'll be back at work by tomorrow?" "No, but we'll talk about that later." Dorothy had a serious tone about her so I left as soon as I could. I got home and wandered around the apartment, lonely and wishing Brian was back here with me. I made something to eat and was about to go to bed when my phone rang. It was Brian. I assumed he wanted to say good night in his own words without his mother listening. "Shaun! She can't do this! She can't make me! What am I going to do? You have to help me!" he was screaming into the phone between sobs. "Whoa, slow down Brian. What's wrong? Who can't make you do what?" "My mother. She said she is moving to St. Louis for good and I have to go with her. I can't leave my friends, the football team and most of all, you!" "Maybe she was just thinking about it and wanted your opinion?" "No, it's a done deal. She quit her job at the clinic and she gave her notice to the landlord. I don't want to go. I can't go. I won't go and she can't make me." "Calm down. I'm not sure what this is all about but I'll talk to her in the morning and see what is going on with her," I tried to sooth Brian. "She has a new boyfriend and is moving out there to be with him and I get forced to move too. I don't even know this guy. He might be some kind of looser like my father was. She doesn't have very good taste in men, remember?" "Sometimes she gets it right. She kept me around, didn't she?" "I brought you home, not her." "Technically I brought you home." "Yeah, that's right. So you get to keep me, not her new guy." I had to laugh at that rational. "I come over in the morning after she has dropped you at school and talk to her. Maybe the two if us can change her mind. Or come up with some kid of a compromise." "Please do! You always make me feel safe and protected. Right now I'm scared, scared I'll never see you again." I ended the call and went to bed. It was hours before I got to sleep, wondering what could be done. His mother has every right, legally and morally, to take her son with her no matter where she lives. At least until he is eighteen. I ran through all kinds of scenarios in my mind. I'd kidnap him and we'd run away. I'd sell the apartment house and buy a motor home and we'd just travel around the country. I'd move to St. Louis. I'd have her charged with child abandonment for leaving him with me for three months. I'd have Lt. Peterson arrest her for stealing the reward money that should have been mine. Maybe I can convince Lt. Peterson to put Brian and I in the witness protection program where no one can find us. Where the fuck is my mind going? This is total craziness. I told Brian to calm down and I better do the same thing. I don't know what we can work out, if anything, until I talk to Dorothy in the morning. I was awoken by a knock on my front door about 2:00 AM. I got out of bed, pulled on some pants and went to the door. Brian was standing there. "Brian, what are you doing here? It's the middle of the night." "I know. Please don't be mad. I was going crazy thinking about moving and leaving you behind. I need you in my life," as he pushed his way in and wrapped his arms around me. "Please don't make me leave." "Does your mother know you're here?" "No, she was asleep so I left very quietly." "She'll miss you when she wakes up. You really have to go home." "Not yet," as he broke down in tears, "Please let me stay a while, please." "Okay, you're here now." I led him to the couch and we sat down next to each other. "I told you I'd talk to your mother in the morning. Let me see what I can do before you get so crazy." "Okay, I'll try. But in case she separates us, can we make love one more time. I want to feel the love I feel when you're inside me." I wasn't sure if I should let Brian stay with me or take him home right away. He hugged me and sniffled as he cried quietly. My role as his protector kicked in and I wasn't about to take him back to his mother right now. I wanted him to stay with me, to keep him safe from being swept away. I held him tightly and before I could control myself, or him, we were kissing. I pulled back from our kiss and wiped the tears from his face. "You know I'll always be here for you, no matter what happens." We kept kissing which led to fondling each other, which led to removing our clothes so we could be intimate. My feelings for Brian overtook me. I led him to the bedroom and got on the bed with him. We lay on top of one another, kissing deeply, rubbing our bodies together. Our passion was increasing, being only a matter of time before I reached for the lube in my nightstand. Brian smiled at me as he rolled on his stomach. Applying the lube, I pushed my finger into his hole, stretching him and getting him ready for me, admiring his cute bubble butt that made me so hot for him. He whispered encouragement to me to enter him and make him mine one more time. I spread my legs and straddled his body, putting my arms on either side of his upper body. I lowered myself, kissing his neck as the bare flesh of my stomach made contact with the bare flesh of his back. I pressed my body tighter against his as my stiff cock rested on his ass crack. Brian reached back and guided my cock to his pucker, pushing it out to welcome me in. I slowly lowered myself, savoring the warmth and tightness as I went deeper. "Oh yes, Shaun, this is what I need. I need you to be deep, as deep as you can go." My groin was pressed tight to his ass cheeks as I kissed his neck and the side of his head. He turned back to let our mouths connect again. We lay still, fused together and kissed until it became too much to resist. I began to move in and out of him as he tightened and loosed his ass muscle, tightening as I pulled back like he was trying to keep me in and then loosening as I thrust back, welcoming my cock back inside. I was not going to fast, intent on lasting as long as possible. Sneaking out and showing up in the middle of the night to make love made this such a special encounter. Not just a typical weeknight or weekday fuck but an extreme display of our genuine love for each other. As much as I wanted to make it last, I felt the pressure building as I approached my climax. Brian knew the signs and encouraged him to fill him with my cum. I pressed as far as I could and just gave short thrusts to deposit my load far up inside him. Brian had been so concentrated on my pleasure he hadn't cum yet. As my breathing returned to normal, I rolled off him and pushed him onto his back, moving my head down to take his stiff cock in my mouth. He grabbed my head with his hands and just let them move up and down with me as I pumped his cock in and out of my mouth, not pressing down on me or exerting any extra pressure. He just wanted contact with me as I sucked him to completion. He lay still as he could as his cock pulsed, filling my mouth and throat before I had a chance to swallow his sweet nectar. We enjoyed our post orgasm bliss then got cleaned up so I could give him a ride home before his mother discovered him missing. I returned home feeling satisfied but yet missing him more than I had earlier in the evening. Mixed emotions of loneliness and contentment filled me as I fell off to sleep. The next morning I waited until Dorothy had returned from dropping Brian at school before I went to talk to her. She opened the door for me and invited me in. "Good morning Shaun. I guess you heard the news. I knew Brian would be right on the phone to you last night." "Yes, he was very upset. He has finally made some good friends and is becoming an important part of the football team. Now all that is going to be taken away from him." "I know, it was a difficult decision for me to make. While taking care of my sister, not only did I reconnect with the rest of my family and my childhood roots, but I met a man, a pharmacist at the local drugstore where I get our prescriptions. His wife died of breast cancer five years ago and he is just as lonely as I am. We have been dating for a month now and I think it is getting serious. With my husband long gone, my oldest son in jail and Brian being out on his own so much I need something more in my life. I'm not getting any younger and I feel I deserve some happiness for myself." "I couldn't agree more, Dorothy. But does your happiness have to come at the expense of Brian's? Between the three of us I'd like to see if we could come up with a compromise. I know Brian misses you very much and isn't ready to totally go out on his own. But maybe he could stay here with me to finish out the school year and then go with you for the summer. Then return for his senior year of school here." "No, I want Brian and Rodney to meet and make sure there is no friction between the two before we continue to date." "But won't forcing Brian to give up everything here to go and meet Rodney start their relationship off on a hostile note, Brian feeling resentment towards Rodney?" "Brian will be upset in the short term but I don't want to make a commitment to Rodney if it will result in constant conflict between the two. I want Brian to return with me after the holidays. There is empty bedroom at my sisters so he will be staying with us. I have already contacted the school and made arrangements for him to be enrolled as of January 2nd. He can always return here for the summer if you'd still be willing to take him in." "Of course I would. He is welcome to stay with me anytime for as long as he wants. He's like the son I never had." "Good. Then that's settled. Rodney has two daughters, one a senior in high school and the other in college. Crytal, his younger daughter, can show Brian around school and introduce him to some of her friends. She's quite popular and knows everyone in school." "It sounds good but they are her friends and they might not take to Brian like his friends here have." "If you're referring to his sexual orientation, I understand you're concern. The high school in St. Louis is a much larger school with a very diverse student body. I'm confident Brian will find some boys like him to make friends with." My jaw dropped open. "You know Brian is gay?" I asked in astonishment. "A mother knows her son. I have kept his secret for a while now. I don't have to let on everything I know or be awake to know what he is up to," she paused and gave me a look. "That's why I was so thankful that you and he found one another. He'd have someone to help him come to terms with his lifestyle." "But I'm not gay," I protested. "Well, not really. I mean . . ." "I wasn't sure what you're preferences were, still not sure what they are now, but I could see the connection between the two of you and I knew whatever your outlook on life, you'd be good for him. And you certainly have. I've never seen him so happy." "I'm only a small part of the equation. If I thought I was the central part of Brian's life, I'd move to St. Louis in a heartbeat. But he has made some strong bonds of friendship with his teammates on the team. Plus the success he has had playing. But all that will be gone when you take him with you. You told me you hoped I would help make the right choices in his friends and his life. He has so far, I just hope he can find something to replace the giant hole in his life when he relocates. Something as wholesome as he has here." "I'll be watching out for him to make sure he does." Now I was starting to get annoyed at her. "Yes, I'm sure you will. Like you did with Frank!" I reminded her. I turned to leave as she called out to me. "That was different," she argued. "Yes it was different and I was glad Brian was turning out different, until now. He'll either be on his own to make choices, good or bad, or suppressed and kept away from anything you deem a potential bad influence, like he was when I met him. A shy introvert, not interacting with any of his peers. Unfortunately it's too late to go back to the safe shelter of his mother. The genie is out of the bottle. You made me promise I'd never hurt him when we first met and now you're the one hurting him!" I stormed out the door not looking back or answering her comments as she called after me. I got in my truck and spun the tires as I drove away. Later that day Brian called me from his cell phone. "Jesus Shaun, what the hell did you say to my mother. When I asked her if the two of you had talked, she started crying. I asked her what was wrong and she just said 'Nothing' and kept driving. What happened?" "I tried to talk to her about you not wanting to go to St. Louis but as the conversation went on, I lost my temper and said some things I shouldn't have." "Christ, you didn't swear at her did you?" "Of course not. I just got angry because she wouldn't listen to any of my arguments on your behalf. I'll stop over tonight and apologize." "I hope the two of you can make up. This whole situation is freaking me out. I couldn't concentrate at school today. And not seeing you is making it worse." "I know, same here. I'll make it right with your mother, no matter what I have to do." "Ok, talk to you later. I love you, Shaun O'Riley." "Back at you, my little pain in the ass," I joked to lighten the mood. "Not yet, but soon," I knew he was smirking as he said that. Damn him. I went over to talk to Dorothy that evening. I was hoping she'd even let me in the door. "Shaun, I'm so glad you came over. I'm sorry I lost my cool today." "Yes, I said some things I shouldn't have said." "They did have the ring of truth to them, although put rather bluntly," she smiled. "How about a compromise?" "Such as?" "Brian will go back with you after the holidays and stay with you for the spring. He can meet Rodney and his daughters and see if a blended family will work out. Then he could comeback here for the summer. Come fall, he can stay with me for his senior year while you stay in St. Louis if all is going well with you." "So I'd only have him for six months before he returns here permanently?" "Maybe not permanently, after he graduates he'll be eighteen and he can decide where he wants to live. I'm sure he'll miss you so he can fly out for holidays and vacations to be with you. If he goes to college after he graduates he'll be away most of the year anyway, just coming home on holidays and breaks. So it would be like he was in college a year earlier." "Its not ideal, but nothing is at this point," she conceded. "That will give you and Rodney a whole year to court one another without any children around if his youngest daughter goes to college and she if you are really right for each other." Dorothy agreed this was the best solution. It took some convincing to get Brian to go along but in the end he knew it was this or he was moving to St. Louis permanently in a month. The hype and spirit of the whole school was building to a crescendo in the three days before the big game on Thanksgiving Day. I wished Dorothy had waited until after the Thanksgiving game to tell Brian of her plans. He was still upset and not totally in the spirit with the rest of the team like he normally would be. Kyle tried to boost his mood with only moderate success. I also tried but didn't want to seem too close after his mother's revelation that she knew Brian and I were more than just friends. Knowing his time here was limited, Brian tried to spend as much time as he could away from his mother and with me or his friends. It was awkward but workable. I think his mother understood and didn't say anything to either of us. At the pep rally the Wednesday morning in the gymnasium the players were called up one at a time as the coach read a prepared piece on the players background, where they came from if not local, their sports background, their record this year, etc. Then the cheerleaders did a personalized cheer for each player. When they called Brian up, The coach looked at the paper and spoke, "Brian Winston is a local boy, attends school here at Montville High. I don't have much on him because up until Kyle brought him to tryouts no one had ever heard of him," he chuckled and the student body clapped. "As for his record in sports, it only goes back to September. But he can run, block, pass, catch any ball thrown to him and he's not a half bad receiver coach. A hell of an asset to our team!" The principal shot the coach a scowl at the cuss word, but then smiled and clapped with everyone else. Everyone stood up, stomped their feet and yelled and clapped. It was the first time I had seen him genuinely smile since his mother's announcement. Thursday morning the team met for the annual pre-game breakfast and prayers. The coach made his last big speech of the season, reminding the boys they were to go out and play hard, play fair and make Montville High proud of them. The team from Stillwater was going into the game with the same win/loss record so they would be tough to beat. The winner of today's game would go on to compete in the state finals. From the very start of the game, I felt there was something not right. The head referee tossed the coin to see who would receive or kick the first play. He didn't show the coin and asked the Stillwater captain what he called. Then peeked under his hand and announced Stillwater had won the toss, not showing anyone the coin. The rest of the first half went about the same, with questionable calls made by the head referee and always against our team and in favor of Stillwater. But our team played hard and with just over two minutes in the half, the game was tied. Kyle threw a short three yard sideline pass to Brandon to make a first down, keeping the drive alive. Brandon had run out of bounds to stop the clock and save as much remaining time as possible. We was tossing the ball to the referee and not yet on the field when Stillwater's defensive player, Number 25, came running full speed and slammed into Brandon from behind, knocking him hard into the ground. The crowd booed but the referee who clearly saw the whole thing didn't throw a flag. Coach went ballistic! "What the fuck, ref? A late hit in the back, out of bounds and no flag?" as he went running at the ref, his arms flaying in the air. "It was right in front of you!" The ref looked at coach and simply said, "Forward momentum, fair play." "Fair my ass! Number 25 should be thrown out of the game for that!" "Football is a rough sport," and walked away from coach, signaling the play clock to start. Meanwhile Brandon is still on the ground. "Hey ref, my player is hurt, Call a damn injury time out, now!" The ref looked back as people from our side of the field came running to Brandon's aid. "Are you calling a time out, coach?" "No, you are. My player is hurt!" "Montville is charged with a time out," the ref announced meaning it wasn't an injury time out. It was counting against us. Coach ignored the ref and tended to Brandon who was trying to get up off the ground. He stood up and was shaking it off as the team physician checked him over and declared him okay. The team, including Brandon went back to midfield to line up but the ref blew his whistle. "Concussion protocol. Get that player off the field," he screamed at coach. That was the one right call that jackass had made all morning. Brandon was escorted off the field to be checked over some more. Kyle called the team into the huddle. They were all furious and looking for revenge. "I have an idea. If we just go back to what we're doing, someone else will get hurt. So let's do something different." Kyle explained his idea and everyone agreed. "If we're going to go out, let's make it something people will remember." They lined up as Kyle started calling out a cadence in typical cadence rhythm, holding three fingers in the air, moving his hand left and right so the whole team could see, as well as the opposing team. "We have got the world's worst ref, We'd complain but he's probably deaf, Sound off," The team responding by shouting in unison. "One, two three, four, yes sir." The opposing line twitched at the count of three in the cadence but they didn't fall for the trick to pull them off sides. No penalty was called. Then Kyle hollered as he watched the play clock tick down, "Are we ready, team?" "No sir, I think my shoe is untied," replied Davidson. "Well check it out and let me know when you're ready," Kyle replied. The smallest lineman we had was lined up across from Number 25. "You do know not only are you the ugliest son of a bitch on this field, you're also the stupidest," he taunted. "I'm going to squash you and your quarterback like at bug!" The play clock ran down to zero and the ref blew his whistle and called delay of game. He moved the ball back five yards and started the game clock again. Our team went back into a huddle, high fived each other as they broke and lined up again. Kyle started with a new cadence, again waving three fingers in the air. "His calls boggle the mind, He can't help, he must be blind, Sounds off," The team responding by shouting in unison. "One, two three, four, yes sir." Then Kyle hollered as he watched the play clock tick down, "Are we ready, team?" "No sir, I think my jock strap is on backwards," replied Davidson as he grabbed his crotch. "Well check it out and let me know when you're ready," Kyle replied. Another taunt to Number 25, "The only way you can get laid is to crawl up inside your momma's pussy where you came from," as Number 25 growled, spit and dug his feet in ready to launch. Again the play clock ran down to zero and the ref blew his whistle and called delay of game again. He moved the ball back five more yards and started the game clock again. The coach hollered out to Kyle to get his attention, wondering what the hell was going on. Kyle just looked towards the coach and gave a thumbs up. The coach scratched his head and decided to go along with what Kyle was doing. Our team went back into a huddle, high fived each other as they broke and lined up again. Kyle started with a third new cadence.. "We are Teammates, all for one, We'll protect every mother's son, Sound off," holding three fingers in the air showing it up and down the line. The team responded as before, "One, two three, . . ." but when the count got to three, the center hiked the ball, catching the other team totally off guard. All but Number 25. Our guy moved slightly to the side as he came charging through, hell bent on hurting whom ever was in his path. Our guy stuck out his foot and tripped Number 25 sending him sprawling face first on the ground. The rest of his team was just starting to respond and gave our team the split second to all pile on Number 25, smothering him with 11 angry bodies. Kyle took a knee to stop the play as the ref blew his whistle and called a tripping penalty. Those on the bottom of the pile, punching Number 25 relentlessly on his calf, thigh, arm and back muscles, giving him more pain than he had ever felt in his life. The ref blew his whistle nonstop trying to stop the melee but not realizing the beating the player was taking. Finally coach came running on the field and, along with the referees, started pulling our players off the pile. The head ref called the end of the half and ejected all eleven of our players on the field. Then he called the game a forfeit by Montville and declared Stillwater the victor. A group of us adults went running onto the field to help sort things out. Mr. Davenport was one of the league officials observing the game from the announcer's booth. He immediately got on the public address system and called both coaches, all the referees and the two team captains up to the booth. "I have never seen such a display of unsportman like conduct in my life. What the hell were you thinking coach?" he demanded to know. "It wasn't his fault, sir, it was all my idea," Kyle volunteered, "He had no idea what we were going to do." "Well than, what the hell were you thinking? Did this seem like a good idea?" Mr. Davenport was still outraged. "You saw the way the game was being called, sir. Poor Brandon almost got his head knocked off on a play that was illegal in so many ways and no penalty called or even an injury time out. I decided for the safety of my team that I had to somehow stop anymore contact between us. Spur of the moment decision, sir." "And your whole team pummeling the other player?" "Yes sir, that was the teams idea of payback for Brandon. Not the wisest choice but we had to send a message that our players couldn't get hurt without consequences." "That's called vigilante justice when I'm in the court room. And I won't allow it here either." Then he turned to the head ref, "And Mr. Oliver, what do you have to say for yourself? Anyone sitting in the stands could do a better job than you did this morning." I had accompanied coach up to the booth and when I heard that name, I spoke up loudly. "Oliver? Are you any relation to Lloyd Oliver?" "You mean my nephew that your kid's meddling got killed? Ya, I'm related and just trying to get payback as your quarterback so eloquently justified. Number 25 didn't kill your boy but sure taught him a lesson," the ref smugly replied. "You asshole, the boy your hitman went after wasn't Brian. That was Brandon. He had nothing to do with you nephew getting what he deserved," I replied angrily. "Of course, Oliver, why didn't I make the connection. Guess I never thought someone would stoop so low as to seek revenge in a football game, and using a boy at that. Oliver, you're suspended as a ref and will be escorted off the grounds. On Monday you and your youthful hatch man will be getting a summons from me to be at a show cause hearing charging you both with criminal assault and you with corruption of a minor." A policeman took his arm and left the booth with him. Turning to one of the other officials observing in the booth, Mr Davenport asked, "Peter, do you still have your referee's card?" "Just renewed it last summer. I'm good to go." "Fine, you take over as head referee. As to you, Mr. Winston, I can understand your frustration with the calls and also trying to protect your players. There was a better way to go about it than the way you did." "Yes sir, I understand. Will I be getting a summons for the assault on Number 25?" Kyle asked nervously. "It wasn't just you, young men, you incited the whole team to participate. The only way I can see to administer justice is to give Stillwater the ball again at the start of the second half and on your first possession you'll get a retroactive 15 yard penalty for unsportsman like conduct. Sound fair?" "Yes sir! Wait, you mean we are going to keep playing. It's not a forfeit?" "The entire game should be replayed but the score is tied to we going to play on from here. Now go give me hell, legally." Mr. Davenport told Kyle. "Yes sir, thank you sir," The coach and I walked back down to the field. His assistant came over to him and asked him what happened. He told him Mr. Davenport's decision and then shook his head. "Didn't I warn you this would be a very interesting year. Nothing can beat this, that's for sure." The rest of the game was played hard but fair by each side. The calls were honest and legitimate. Our team went ahead by one touchdown and held the lead to the end. The coaches, captains and teammates all shook hands and congratulated each other on a good game. We were now going to the state finals, first time ever. The boys were jumping, back slapping and yelling to each other as they filed into the locker room. The coach hollered out for Davidson who came running right over to where the coach was standing. "Davidson, drop your pants!" "Excuse me, coach?" asking with a look of bewilderment on his face. "You heard me, drop your pants! Now!" The rest of the team gathered around to see what was happening. Davidson slowly undid his uniform pants and started sliding them off his hip pads, still not knowing why. Once he had the pants down to his knees, the coach told him that was far enough. "Now take a look down at your crotch, Davidson," the coach commanded. Davidson lowered his head and looked as instructed. "Well?" the coach asked. "Well what, sir?" "Does that jock strap look like it's on backwards?" and started laughing outload. The whole team burst out laughing as did Davidson as he pulled his pants back up. "You boys played a hell of a second half and deserve the win. You hung in there against a crooked referee in the first half. I certainly can't condone what you did but you acted as a team. For that I'm proud of you. We'll meet next Tuesday to practice for the first round of finals. Well done everyone, go and enjoy your Thanksgiving meal." Then he pulled Brandon aside. "Brandon, you took a brutal hit today. I'm sure you're going to be sore as hell tomorrow. I want you to come in tomorrow morning if you can and get in the whirlpool for a while then have the team manager give you a rub down to loosen your muscles. Are you available?" "Yes sir, I can do that. I've never used the whirlpool bath before, is it complicated?" "Not really. You can ask Kyle to show you how it works. He used it plenty of times and then gotten the rub down after." Brandon went and hunted down Kyle at his locker and asked about the whirlpool bath. "It does wonders for sore muscles and the rub down really makes you feel one hundred percent better. I don't have time right now but I can be here in the morning and show you then." "Great. I appreciate the help." Next morning Kyle met Brandon at the school at 9:00. He had brought Brian along with him. "Brian was bored so he tagged along. Hope you don't mind?" Kyle explained. "No problem at all." Coach met them at the door and told them the team manager couldn't make it but they were welcome to come in and use the whirlpool anyway. He took them to the locker room and then left them there. Kyle showed Brandon and Brian how to fill the whirlpool and get it running. Brandon stripped down and climbed in. "Oh man, this feels awesome. I wish I had known about this thing before." After thirty minutes it was time to get out. Brandon lamented the fact that he wouldn't be getting a rub down. "I've had plenty from the manager so I can give you one if you want. It won't be as good as his but it's better than nothing." Kyle offered. "Sure, I'm game," as they headed into the weight room where the massage table was located. Brandon took off his towel and climbed up on the table. Kyle got some oil and put some on Brandon. He started working on Brandon's shoulders as Brian looked on. As Kyle rubbed and massaged and worked Brandon's shoulders, Brandon moaned and said how good it felt. Kyle worked down Brandon's arms and then to his back. "Brian, come over here and let me show you how to work on sore muscles." Brian stepped up the side of the table and applied some oil to his hands "See, like this. Squeeze and push, apply some pressure then relax. Work one area at a time and then go back over the same area again." Kyle instructed. Brandon was moaning again, telling them how awesome it felt. Brandon's cock was responding to the touch of their hands on his body. He had to raise his hips a few time to try and get his cock in a comfortable position underneath him. Kyle noticed that and winked to Brian who smiled once he understood what was happening. Once they had worked their way down the back of Brandon's entire body, Kyle told him to roll over so they could do the front side. "I'm good," Brandon replied, "Maybe we can just let it go at that." "No way, I don't do half a job. I like to finish what I start." "Well, the thing is . . . ," Brandon started. "Yeah, I know, you're chubbed up. Happens to me every time. The manager said he hasn't given a rub down yet where he has seen the same reaction. Someone else's hands on your naked body are bound to get a reaction. And with us horny teenagers it's always a boner. So roll over and let's finish you." Brandon rolled over slowly, revealing an eight inch hardon slapping back against his stomach. "Wow," Brian joked, "We must be giving a great rub down. Look at the size of that monster" "Shut up, jerk. You're not even supposed to be here so be quiet." Brandon shot back. "No offense, man, just impressed, that's all." "One thing that helps me," Kyle began, "The manager and I talk about football and statistics. Takes my mind of my crotch and its goes down." "Yeah, let's try that," Brandon agreed. They started to talk about yesterday's game and how many passes Kyle made, how many were completed, how many first downs they gained, and such. It was working as Brandon's cock began to soften and slump to the side. "And speaking of stats," Kyle continued, "How about that cheerleader on the end of the line. Cindy, I think her name is. Brandon, isn't that the one you've wanted to ask out?" "Um, yes, but let's get back to stats," as his cock showed a reaction to the mention of her name. "Ok. More stats? Mmm, let me see. Brian, what do you think Cindy's stats are?" "I'm not sure, but I'll bet Brandon would know," Brian jumped in. "What do you think, Brandon, maybe 32" or 36" boobs? A nice slim waist, probably a 26"? But that ass! Oh my god, what a sweet ass. Has to be a least a 38". What do you think, Brandon?" Brandon begged them to stop talking about Cindy as his cock rose back up to full hardness. "And when she does those jumps with a split at the high point. I swear you can see the outline of her pussy showing through her tights. Did you ever notice that, Brandon?" as Kyle continued and looked at Brian with a big grin on his face. Brian joined right in. "Brandon, do you know if she shaves her pussy or if she leaves it natural. I've never noticed any hair sticking out so she either trims or does shave it clean. Maybe you should ask her." By now Brandon's cock was stiff and twitching, starting to leak a little precum. Kyle announced that the rub down was almost finished but one more task to complete. He reached over and grabbed Brandon's stiff cock and began to stroke it. "What the hell?" Brandon yelled out. "I told you I never quit until the job is finished. And this looks like it needs some massaging," as he continued to stroke. Brandon just closed his eyes and bit his lips. "Keep your eyes closed and imagine it's Cindy's hand on your cock." Brandon moaned and opened his legs a little wider. Brian put some more oil on his hands and played with Brandon's nipples then moved lower and ran his hands up and down Brandon's thighs before ending up holding his balls. "Actually Kyle, I'm not thinking about Cindy anymore. I'm thinking about you and Brian. I'm not gay I want you to know. But I saw you and Brian stroking one another one day after your extra practice. I went to talk to you but heard you two in the shower. I saw what you were doing and it gave me a boner. I have no idea why I was so aroused. I took my cock out and jerked off, shooting my load quicker than I ever have. I left before you knew I was there. I think about that, seeing you guys naked and stroking each other, sometimes when I jerk off at night and it makes me cum so hard. But I'm not gay, honestly." "No worries, Brandon, we're not gay either. It just feels good and we're best friends so it's no big deal. Just a bro helping a bro when the girls aren't cooperating," Kyle lied about why they actually screwed around. He didn't want to out Brian so he made it sound as innocent as possible. Brandon let his arms fall off to the side of the table. He was able to reach Kyle's crotch and wrapped his fingers around Kyle's cock through his shorts. "Guess you need some help, too?" Brandon asked. Kyle used his free hand to slide his shorts down, giving Brandon unfettered access to his already stiff cock. As Brandon started to stroke it, he opened his eyes and looked at Brian. "Well, what are you waiting for?" and motioned Brian around to the other side of the table. Brian moved over, lowered his pants and let Brandon take a hold of him. "A little oil here if you don't mind," Brandon asked as he held his hands up over him. Kyle poured some massage oil in his hands and then Brandon went right back to stroking his two teammates. Kyle could tell Brandon was getting close so he slowed his strokes, wanting him to last as long as possible. Brandon sensed this and sped up hoping to get them close or even over the edge before he shot. It worked. Kyle and then Brian thrust their hips to shove their cocks into Brandon's hands as they unloaded. The feel of the hot cum spilling all over his hands pushed Brandon over the edge, covering his stomach and chest with his white slimy reward. Kyle grabbed the towel and wiped up the mess. "Rub down complete, always with a happy ending," Kyle bragged. "All the way around," Brian chimed in. Brandon's face turned red as he realized he had just been jerked off by another guy and had also taken their cocks in his hands and jerked them off as well. "You guys won't say anything about this to anyone, will you?" "Hell no, what happens in the locker room stays on the locker room. You should know that. You didn't say anything about Kyle and I so why should we say anything about you?" Brian offered. "That's right Brandon. The only one we'll mention this too is Cindy so she'll know she has to step up her game at giving you a hand job to be a good as we are," Kyle laughed. "Fuck no! You wouldn't do that, would you? Come on, be serious, Kyle." "Just goofing on you. This never happened. Nothing to tell. And if you ever have the need for this to 'not happen' again, let us know. But in the meantime, go ask Cindy out so we don't have to." Kyle grabbed Brandon's soft cock and gave it a quick tug. The boys showered and were heading out when the coach came out of his office and stopped them. "I want to talk to you boys a minute." Brandon got nervous that the coach had caught them jerking each other and they were in trouble. "Brandon, I just want you to know that the change in you from last year has been nothing short of amazing. Not just in your performance on the field but in your attitude towards your teammates. You're a young man I'm proud to have on my team. Your father had a long talk with me yesterday after the game. He had a tear in his eye as he told me how proud he was of you as well. He admitted he was putting too much pressure on you to play ball, trying to live out his dreams through you. But watching you grow as a person this year has made him happier than any play you could ever make in a game. He may not tell you this but I felt it was important for you to know. Sometimes father's have a hard time expressing their true feelings to their children." "Thank you sir, I appreciate hearing that." "And you two! What the hell am I going to do with you? You play terrific ball, you pull crazy stunts, you've turned this team into a cohesive group and you have me popping antacid pills like they are candy. Please tell me you're going to be here for your senior year." "Actually, coach, my mother is taking me to St. Louis to live with her instead of Shaun right after the first of the year," Brian spoke out without thinking. "What? You've been living with Shaun, not your mother?" coach was shocked. Brian explained the whole situation but ended telling him about the compromise they agreed to so he could come back and play next fall. "So you'll be living with Shaun again, not your mother, next fall?" coach inquired. "Um, yes, but you can't tell anyone. I don't want Shaun or my mother to get in trouble. And if I can't stay with Shaun, I won't be able to stay here and play," adding a push to his plea for secrecy. "Don't worry, Brian, what happens in the locker room stays in the locker room," as the coach turned and winked at Brandon. Brandon immediately turned bright red realizing that coach had known about their group jerk. "Now run along and enjoy your weekend." As they left the school, Brandon was thinking about what had just happened on the table. He had been having fantasies about being with Kyle and Brian but now he wasn't sure it was a good idea that it really happened. True, it was fun while they were doing it, but what about going forward. He has only fantasized about being with Cindy but hadn't even been on a date with her. He better hurry up and ask her out before the pleasure of the actual physical contact with his friends beat out a mere fantasy of a girl friend. Brian was wondering if he had let his guard down and now Brandon might figure out that he was gay. He still very much wanted to stay in the closet and only have Shaun and Kyle know the truth. He liked Brandon well enough but wasn't sure he wanted this to become a regular thing. Hopefully it was like Brandon said, just a curiosity after seeing he and Kyle together? Kyle was smiling as he left the parking lot. He felt that he had achieved a victory of a sorts. Not as big as winning yesterday's game, but an important victory none the less. Like the leader he was as the team captain, he had initiated Brandon to a jerk off session like he and Brian had been enjoying. He was confident he wasn't gay and making Brandon a willing participant it helped him confirm that he wasn't gay either. After all, he dated and fucked girls and Brandon wanted to date Cindy so Brian was the only true gay person in the loop. Yes, he knew who he was and no one can dispute that. Or so he thought . . .