Date: Thu, 17 Mar 2022 19:07:33 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: The Contractor - Chapter Six Welcome to my latest 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. In this chapter Brian joins the football team while Shaun sits on the sidelines. 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 Six "The Football Team" We finished early at the apartment so Brian would have time to clean up and get to the football tryouts. He still wasn't sure he wanted to go but he had called Kyle on his new cell phone to give Kyle his number. Kyle agreed to meet him early at the field to talk some more. We arrived about an hour ahead of time so Kyle and Brian could talk. I went and sat in the bleachers with some of the other parents. "Brian, I want you to meet some of the other guys on the team. Pete, Steve, Jason, Vince, this is Brian." "Glad to meet you guys. Kyle has been giving me the hard sell on signing up." "From what he has told us, you'd be a natural. We can always use some fresh talent. Especially one that can catch to make our lame ass quarter back look good," Jason laughed. "If I had some linemen who knew how to throw a block I have plenty of time to put the ball where ever I want," Kyle shot back, all in good natured fun. "Good luck, Brian, we'll see you on the field," Steve said as he shook my hand and walked into the locker room. Brian was fidgety and nervous. Kyle picked up on it right away. "Don't be nervous, just go out there and do what you did in the back yard the other day and you'll be fine." "I'm just not sure I'd fit in with the other guys or be accepted by them." "Are you kidding me? You're cute and talented. You are a real chick magnet and we need another one on the team. I can't be the only one." "What's that supposed to mean?" "I've got a steady girl so none of the available girls come to the practices to watch a hot guy like me get all sweaty. They know I'm spoken for. You don't have a girlfriend, do you?" "No, don't have enough time for that." "There's always enough time to try and hook up and get laid. Single and cute, you're just what we need to attract the hotties to the practice. When they show up the guys try to impress them and play a lot harder. Might even get you fixed up with one." "No thanks, too busy with everything in my life right now." "You're not gay are you?" Kyle asked jokingly. Brian's face turned red and he looked away from Kyle without answering verbally although he had unwittingly answered with his reaction. "Oh, damn, I'm sorry Brian. I didn't mean to out you." "What do you mean? You didn't out anyone. I'm not gay." "Hey, I think it's cool if you are. You have it made." "Why do you think that? It ain't easy being gay, if I was I mean." "Are you kidding me? Girls aren't known for being overly horny, you really have to work hard to get in their pants. And then you loose one week of eligibility every month. Guys are always horny and ready to get down and nasty anytime, anywhere." "Screw you. You make it sound like all gay guys are whores just looking for their next fuck." "Hey, I didn't mean it that way. I didn't imply you would have sex with just any guy but if you had someone special in your life it would be easier than a girl and their bitchy attitudes. That's all. Sorry if you took it wrong." "Besides, I'm not gay anyway." "Brian, no one cares what your preferences are. And don't worry, your secret is safe with me." "Oh yeah, I forgot, you're the height of discretion. You can always be counted on to keep a secret." "Okay, I had that one coming. But I learned my lesson and you can tell me anything and it stops with me, promise." "But if you figured it out the guys on the team can just as easily. That won't go over very well." "None of them know you as well as I do. And none of them would care. There are two of our linesmen that are always the last out of the showers and then come walking out with boners. Sure some guys stiffen up in the showers but these two are always hard. And smiling. But it's none of anyone's business and no one says anything. Just do your assignment at game time and everyone is happy, especially the coach. We had a guy last year, Brandon, who's father was a college all star and his son thought he was as well. I swear he coated his hands with butter before each game. He'd run the routes and be in perfect position but would drop the ball almost every time. He always wanted the call to be for him to receive the ball. He'd get pissed if the call went to someone else. We were on the 7 yard line just before the half and I called a reverse right sweep for an easy score and the lead. Brandon wanted to call but it went to another receiver. Brandon was supposed to line up on the left and block for the runner coming through. As the runner came Brandon saw a tackler coming in hard and he just stepped aside and let the runner get slammed to the ground. Knocked the wind out of him. The coach immediately benched Brandon for the rest of the game. When his father went ballistic at the coach after the game, the coach showed the father the game film of his kid stepping aside. Said he wouldn't have anyone on his team that would do that to a teammate and threw Brandon off the team for the rest of the year. He's back today to see if he can tryout again. It's his senior year so I think the coach will let him. Come on, let me introduce you to Coach Sweeny." Kyle took Brian onto the field and over to the coach. "Coach Sweeny, this is Brian Winston, the guy I was telling you about." "Well, so this is the Gronkoski to your Brady, eh Mr. Davenport? Glad to make your acquaintance son. I hope you live up to the hype." "Thank you sire, glad to meet you. Gronkoski, Brady?" Brian asked puzzled. "Yes, that's the way young Mr. Davenport described you to me. Said you could catch anything he could throw." "I try, sir," Brian answered, then turned to look at Kyle, "Brady? A little pretentious are we?" "No brag, just fact," Kyle replied with a grin. The couch just shook his head and directed us to get in the line. The coach welcomed us all, told us what we'd be doing and then sent us to run 10 laps around the field to loosen up. Brian was surprised he was in better shape than he thought and was barely winded coming around for the last half lap. Kyle had been running right along beside him all the way. He punched Brian in the shoulder and yelled at him, "Last one over the finish line buys pizza after the tryouts," kicked it into gear and pulled away from Brian. Brian wasn't going to let his loudmouth friend show him up so he extended his stride and took off after Kyle. The rest of the guys running saw that and they picked up their pace as well. The coach was watching all of this and elbowed his assistant next to him. "Look at those two. Not only competitive enough to foot race the last half lap but have the rest of the guys trying to catch up. Born leaders, those two," and smiled as they crossed the finish. "Dead heat, boys," he shouted over to them. Kyle and Brian looked at each and smiled then jogged back to the staging area. They were to form two lines. Kyle and one of the other quarterbacks, Paul, were to throw different passes to the players as they peeled off and ran a route the coach shouted out to them. Brian was in the line that Paul was assigned to. He had gone through the line five or six times and caught everything Paul threw at him. His next time up Kyle shouted out to him just as the coach was about to give me a route, "Winston, go long, really long," and looked over to Paul. "I've got this one." Brian ran hard and fast, looking back to spot the ball. Kyle had indeed thrown it long and high, about 60 yards. The ball was starting to drop as Brian got in underneath it and made a solid catch. "I thought you wanted me to go long," Brian shouted back to Kyle. "See what I mean, coach, I throw the ball, he catches it," Kyle beamed. Brian tossed the ball up and down in the air a few times then took a firm grip, leaned back and let it fly right back to Kyle. "Well I'll be damned! He can catch and throw. This boy is a keeper," the coach said to Kyle. "Can I try one more thing, coach?" Kyle asked. "Sure, I'm enjoying the show." Brandon was the next one up in Kyle's line. "I won't throw this one that long, Brandon, maybe 40 yards straight out." "Give it your best shot, asshole," came a snarky reply. Kyle threw another long and high pass, going a little more than 60 yards. Brandon was running at full speed trying to get under it when Kyle yelled at the top of his lungs to Brian, "He's not getting the bone!" Brian smiled, looked at Kyle and took off towards Brandon. Brandon was just about to catch the ball, or try his best, as Brian raced in, caught the ball and then did his tuck and roll to avoid Brandon's tackle. "What the Christ was that all about?" the coach bellowed in astonishment. "That's a play he and his dog perfected. Pretty neat, huh?" "His dog?!?" "I let him explain it to you." "Here I think this is yours," as Brian tossed the ball to Brandon. He didn't have time to think and caught the ball no problem. "Hey, you're getting better." Brian came jogging back to Kyle and declared, "Nobody's getting my bone," as the two of them laughed so hard they fell down. The coach turned to his assistant, "This is going to be a hell of a year. I hope you're ready for it." When all the different drills were complete the coach announced the tryouts over. He would post a list tomorrow outside the locker room of those who made the team. Kyle slapped Brian on the shoulder and told him he was sure to get in. As they started to walk towards the locker room to hit the showers, the coach called the two of them back. "Mr. Winston, don't you dare leave my field without me shaking your hand. That was a mighty impressive display you put on today. You certainly lived up to Mr. Davenport's hype. I can tell you right now you are definitely a member of the team for this season. Kyle will take you to the equipment room and get you fitted for your uniform. Then you can hit the showers." "Yes sir, thank you sir," Brian replied. Brian felt a little better that they were getting the equipment first. Maybe most of the rest of the guys would be out of the showers by then and he wouldn't have to worry about boning up with all those naked guys around him. "I'm going to break out some of the new equipment for you, none of the used stuff from last year. I'll start picking gear and you get undressed so you can try everything on and make sure it fits." "I'm sure it will fit, You know what you're doing." Not sure he wanted to get naked right in front of Kyle. "Nonsense, I'm not going to give you the wrong sizes. Get undressed while I pick your gear." It was now or never. Brian tried hard to keep his mind off being naked as he undressed down to his boxers. Kyle brought over his first picks and plopped it all down on the bench. "Take off the boxers as well. You'll only be wearing a jock under the pants and the boxers are too bulky to get a proper fit." Brian turned away from Kyle and dropped his boxers. Then grabbed the pants and slipped them on as quickly as possible, still being able to keep his cock soft. Then the shirt. "The pants fit okay but the shirt is way too big," Brian observed "Dummy, you need to put on the pads before the shirt." Brian took off the shirt as Kyle came over with the shoulder pads. Then the shirt went back on. "There, that's better." He wiggled the pads to make sure they fit right. Then he reached down and grabbed Brian's crotch. "Have to make sure there's room for your jock strap and cup. Don't want to crowd anything important," as he laughed. Kyle's touch made Brian's cock respond immediately. "Ok, we're all set here, Let's hit the showers," Kyle directed Brian out to the equipment room and into the locker room. "Your locker is right here, next to mine. I saved it for you so I can keep an eye on you," Kyle joked. "With all your skullduggery getting me on the team, I'd say you are the one who needs watching." "Well, then you can keep and eye on me. Either way it works. Put your uniform away and let's hit the showers. Did you bring a towel?" "No, I didn't think I'd need one today." "The coach is big on hygiene. 'If you ain't going to shower, you ain't going on the field' he is always yelling at us. Here, you can use one of my extras," as Kyle threw a towel to Brian. The shower room was typical of high school showers, one big tiled room with showerheads every four feet around the perimeter. Kyle headed to one in the middle of the back wall. He turned on his and the one next to him, waving Brian over. "The hot water is always hotter and lasts longer on the back wall. Just one of the many tricks you'll learn hanging with me," Kyle smiled. Brian felt a little uncomfortable being naked so close to Kyle. He had taken showers after gym class but his class was small enough that everyone could spread out around the room, not be four feet away from each other. As Kyle started to lather up, Brian glanced over briefly at his crotch. Kyle had a pretty impressive package and was chubbed up a little. Brian looked a little too long and was caught looking. He snapped his head around to look the other way. "No worries, we all look. Just a natural guy thing," as Kyle turned sideways and looked down at Brian's crotch. "Nice stuff dude, you'll make someone very happy. And that ass of yours, wow. All four of your cheeks are going to be chick magnets." "All four?" "Yeah, the two cheeks on you cute face and the two cheeks on your tight bubble butt. The girls love to watch a nice ass in the tight uniform pants. That's why I grabbed you in the equipment room. I gave you a pair a half size too small to show off your ass but I wanted to make sure you had enough cock room so you weren't uncomfortable." "Ok, that's why." "Sure. What did you think, I was coming on to you?" " I really didn't know what to think. It just seemed weird, that's all." "We're guys, we're football players, we're teenagers juiced up on testosterone, there will be some incidental physical contact between each other some times. It's not big deal and no one means anything by it, least of all me. You good with that?" "Yeah sure, just don't expect me to go around grabbing guys crotches," Brian laughed. Kyle was done soaping up and passed the soap over to Brian. "You got it?" Kyle asked as he let go of the soap. "You don't want to drop the soap in here, all these guys will start shouting 'Bend over and pick it up'. Good natured clowning around but you might take it the wrong way." "I get it." As Brian started to lather up he noticed his cock was at full attention, either from the conversation or from being so close to a naked Kyle. He turned his back to him as he washed. "You're hard, I saw. I told you we check each other out. Again, no big deal. Here, look back here," as he pointed down to his own 8" cock standing tall and proud. "If no one ever got a boner in the showers after practice or a game, then I'd be worried." Kyle laughed. They got finished up, got dressed and headed out to the parking lot. I was there leaning against my truck talking to Mr. Davenport. "So how did the tryouts go, boys?" I asked. "The roster will be posted tomorrow for those that made the team," Kyle announced. "Guess we'll have to wait then to see if you made it," as I looked at Brian. "Oh no, sir, Gronkoski Jr here already has a spot, a uniform and a locker. The coach was really impressed." "Gronkoski Jr?" Kyle's dad questioned. "Yeah, that's what Kyle calls me, I'm 'Gronkoski' to his 'Brady'." Brian explained. "That's my boy, always over the top with everything he does," Mr. Davenport laughed. Just before they all left the parking lot, the coach came out of the building. "Hey Brian, I want to talk to you a minute." As he came over he reached out to shake my hand. "Coach Sweeny, glad to meet you." "I'm Shaun O'Riley, a friend of the family." "Quite a foot ball player you've got here," looking over a Brian. Turning to address Brian, "I was very impressed with your skills today. But I want you to know right up front. We are a team and everyone pulls their weight. I don't have any super stars or prima donnas on my team. You work hard, you do your job and you support your teammates and we'll get along just fine." "Yes sir coach. I don't feel I'm a super star in any way or fashion. This is the first time I've ever been on a regular football field. Kyle talked me into coming to the tryouts. I'm glad I came and looking forward to being a part of the team but I don't expect, norr I don't want, any special treatment from anyone. I've got a lot to learn so I'll be working extra hard." "Jumping Christ! You've never played ball before?" the coach exclaimed. "Language coach," smart ass Kyle reminded the coach. "Sorry, but that took me completely by surprise. This is going to be a very interesting year, that's for sure." As we pulled out of the parking lot, I headed towards Brian's house. "So, you had a good time today?" I asked "It was freaking awesome! I felt totally at ease and everyone was friendly, not at all like I imagined. Kyle introduced me to everyone but it will take a while to remember their names. I'm really looking forward to playing." "Great. It was fortunate to meet Kyle while we built his shed." "He and I are going to be great friends. He kind of figured out I am gay but had no problem with it at all." "Do you think he is gay, too?" I asked out of curiosity. "No way, he's as straight as they come. Just not bothered by it. I was so relaxed today. I owe it all to you." "To me? What did I do?" I asked a little confused. "You fucked my Brians out at noontime and made me so relaxed for the rest of the day. You know what this means, don't you?" Brian asked. "No, what?" "We're going to have sex before every practice and every game so I can be relaxed and play my best." "Is that so? I can't wait for the day the team is looking for you and someone answers, 'Brian's out in the parking lot in Shaun's truck with Shaun's cock up Brian's ass fucking the holy hell out of him so he can catch a pass.' That would go over just great." I chuckled. "I wouldn't care. Just as long as the coach didn't ask you to fuck the entire team so they could play at their best." "Twice almost killed me today, no way I could do the whole team. How about just you and Kyle?" Brian jerked his head around and stared at me. "That's not even funny!" "Sorry, I forgot you had first dibbs on him." I joked. "Ever less funny! Just drive, old man." Brian was quiet for the rest of the ride home. I might have touched on a nerve or I might have said out loud something he had been thinking. Either way, I just drove, like I was told. Got to his house and as he was getting out of the truck, he turned to thank me for the ride. "No problem. I caught some of your tryout and I'll try and get to your practices if it's ok with you. I enjoyed watching you but I don't want to intrude on your football life." "Heck no, I'm glad you could be there. You're welcome to come anytime to practice and games. We just have to figure out something so we can get some alone time, if you catch my drift." "I do. And you're right, we can't let school and football come between a good thing." Brian jogged up to the front door, anxious to tell his mother about his day. I headed home to an empty house, the first of many nights to come being alone again. The rest of the week was pretty lonely indeed. Brian would hang out with his new teammates during the day then head to practice. I go watch him at practice after work. When he saw me in the bleachers he'd give me a wave and a smile, then back to his practice. I could see his improvement daily. I was hoping he'd be available Friday after practice to come over to my house but the team was going out for pizza to celebrate the end of the first week. Saturday the team had a friendly scrimmage with another school. Sunday his mother insisted he stay close and spend some time with her. I was being the odd man out. I was happy that he was playing ball and making new friends. I was just sad that it didn't leave much room for his old friend. Monday I had a job tearing out a kitchen. The electrician and the plumber would both have to be on site to handle wires and pipes that needed to be removed. I got a call at 10:00 from Brian on his new cell phone. "Hey, I have the whole day off. Coach doesn't schedule any practices on Mondays. Are you available to pick me up and we can make up for lost time?" Shit! Of all the lousy luck. If I had known I could have changed the job to Tuesday. "I'm tied up all day with the electrician and the plumber. Sorry." I obviously couldn't see his face but I could hear the disappointment in his voice. "Oh, okay. Maybe next week," Brian asked hopefully. "How about tonight after work? I could pick you up right after work, you know, before I have my shower?" "I've been invited to dinner at Kyle's house with his family. I figured you and I would be together during the day so it wouldn't be a problem." I couldn't be sure but I think I heard a sniffle over the phone just before he hung up. Dorothy called me that afternoon and asked about the time and place of Brian's practice. She wanted to go and show her support. She was going to go Tuesday and Wednesday, possibly all week. She said she could bring Brian home after practice so I wouldn't have to be his taxi service all the time. It wasn't until Wednesday night that I got a call from Brian. "Hey Shaun, what's up? Where have you been?" "Hi Brian. Just busy with work. How is practice going? "You'd know if you were there. I haven't seen you all week? Are you mad or something?" "No, just busy. And your mother said she wanted to go and watch you so I didn't want to get in the way of your mother/son time." "I really miss seeing you in the bleachers. Why don't you come tomorrow? You can sit and talk with Mom. I'm sure she'd like some company." I was feeling pangs of guilt. Maybe I had deserted him. Or maybe I could see what was coming with him getting so busy with his new friends and wanted to put some distance between us. "Okay, I'll see if I can make it. Depends on how fast work goes tomorrow." I slumped down on my couch, lonely, depressed and wondering if I'm doing the right thing. If it's the right thing to do, why am I so fucking miserable? But watching him on the field and then just giving him a ride home and dropping him off has just made my longing for him even worse. I wanted us to be together, to spend some quality time, to have some fantastic sex together. To be intimate like we used to be. Maybe that was all in the past and I need to get used to the new normal. I wasn't able to make it Thursday or Friday either. Then another weekend alone. I did go down to the field on Saturday but watched from beside the bleachers where I could see him but he couldn't see me. I felt like I was stalking him but I knew if I sat in the bleachers where he could see me and he gave me his adorable smile I would totally loose it. I left after a few minutes. School would be starting soon so I broke my resolve and called Brian on Sunday to see if he wanted to spend Monday with me. I'd take the whole day off and we'd spend some private along time. "Hi Brian, sorry I couldn't make practice last week, a really long week working." "I understand. Work comes first before anything else." That stung. "Not always. I was thinking I'd take tomorrow off and we could spend the whole day together, like we used to. I remembered you don't have practice on Mondays. What do you think?" "Damn, I'd love that. It's the last Monday before school and the coach wants to take the team to the water park, you know, the one we went to. Maybe I could ask the coach if you could come along as a chaperone?" "No, I don't think that is a good idea. It's your day with the team," I sighed. What the hell? The water park is our place. Now that damn football team has moved in on that as well! I'm beginning to wonder if it was a good idea encouraging him to join, "Okay. If we get home early enough I'll call you and we can get together then." "Sure," I acknowledged knowing full well it wouldn't happen. Monday came and I got up early and started working like I was possessed. I had to take my mind off of Brian being at the water park with his team and not me. Later in the day I got a call from a house flipper I had done some work for in the past. Most of his work went to an old family friend but occasionally I get a small job from him. "Shaun, I'm glad I could reach you. I have a major problem and I hope you can help me out. I have a house under contract and the closing is in two weeks. The buyers requested some rather unique changes and were more than willing to pay very well for them. The work was going slow so I went to the house this morning to check and make sure the work would be completed by the final walk through before the closing. I found the old guy there by himself, dead drunk and passed out on the floor. I woke him up and took him home. He is done working for me. If I don't get this work finished on time, the buyers will back out and I'll be stuck with a house no one else will want because of their changes or have to spend more money to change things back to normal. Anyway you can help me out?" "Geez, Barry, I'd love to but I'm right in the middle of a job right now. I won't be free until next week at the earliest." "I'm in a real bind here, can you meet me there and maybe we can make some kind of arrangement that would get you to help." "Okay, Barry, I'll meet you there at lunch time." I met with Barry and went over what needed to be done to finish. If I didn't have another job and I worked 14 hour days it could be done in two weeks. He sweetened the pot by telling me the old guy had promised to get the job done or not get paid at all if he didn't. He would pay me in full for the job, including what had been completed to date plus a $5,000 bonus. "Let me call the customer I'm working with now and see if I can postpone their job. I'll call you later today." I got them to agree to a delay by sweetening the pot for them as well. They were considering several hundred dollars of extras but weren't sure it was in their budget. I agreed to throw in the extras for no additional charge. Two weeks of long days and nights meant no time for Brian. But it was a lot of money on the table and Brian didn't seem to have much free time anyway. I called Barry and told him I could start right away. I met him back at the house so I could get a key and take an inventory of what was there and what materials I needed to pick up. As my bad luck would have it, Brian called while I was at the lumber yard getting materials. "Hey Shaun, we got back earlier than we expected. You want to pick me up and we can spend some time at your house?" "I'd love that but I'm picking up materials I need for a major rush job." I explained the job I was starting for Barry and how it would be all late days for the next two weeks straight. "Yeah, I get it, work comes first." "We all have our priorities," I countered, not being able to contain my anger." Just like your commitment to the team. Somewhere we will find some time for us." "I hope so, I really miss you and want to be with you." "We'll talk soon," I told him and hung up before I broke down and cried. I went back to work feverishly, trying to get my mind off Brian. It was working to an extent but not completely successful. I found I was making stupid mistakes and having to stop and correct my errors. This was taking valuable time that I did not have to waste. The day dragged on into the evening. I had to work until almost midnight to make up for lost time. I better do better tomorrow or I'd be in trouble with the deadline. I went home, showered and collapsed into bed. It took a while to get to sleep, thinking about Brian sleeping in the bed with me and the fun we had. When I finally fell asleep, I had dreams about running down a road trying to catch up with a truck that had left me behind. It was a white truck just like mine but I wasn't driving. The faster I ran the faster the truck drove. I woke up covered in sweat with the sheet all wrapped around me. After a restless night, I was back on the job at 6:00 hoping to get ahead of the day. Again, I was having trouble concentrating. This went on for the next two days. On Thursday I heard a knock on the door around 10:00. I went and opened the door and there stood Kyle, stone faced and worried. "Hi Shaun. Can we talk? I'm worried about Brian." "Come in, come in. Is he hurt? What happened?" "That's it, I'm not totally sure what happened." "What do you mean?" I asked him "It all started on Monday when we went to the water park. He was in a great mood, looking forward to kicking back in the water. The team was changing in the locker room at the park when the coach told us we all had to put on sunscreen. He didn't want any sunburned players on Tuesday. He told us to grab a partner and smear it on thick. Naturally Brian and I partnered up. He had the sunscreen and started to put it on my back and shoulders, rubbing it in nice and smooth. Then he did the back of my legs. It was my turn to put it on him. I rubbed his back and shoulders just like he did and then his legs. I told him to turn around and I rubbed some on his chest and the front of his legs. "Okay, that's enough Kyle," Brian told him. "Let's hit the water." "I'm not done yet I told Brian. Remember the coach told us to 'grab a partner' as I reached out and grabbed his crotch, just joking around. I felt he was hard and he pushed my hand away. I apologized and told him it was a joke. He had told me he thought he was gay and I thought he was thinking I was making a pass at him. He left the locker room without saying anything. He was real quiet for the rest of the day. By mid afternoon he claimed he had a headache and went to lie down in the sun. Didn't say two word all the way home. He's been in a funk ever since. He doesn't say anything other than to grunt if someone asks him a question. He hasn't been able to catch the easy passes at practice. The coach sat him on the bench for half of the practice yesterday but it didn't make any difference. If it was just what I did at the water park he'd be mad at me, not shutting out the whole world. I'm really started to get worried about him. "Any idea what eating at him?" "I do, that's why I'm here. At practice he keeps looking up into the bleachers every few minutes. His mother has been coming and sitting up there but her barely acknowledges her, just a simple wave every once in a while. I think he is looking for you, Shaun. I'm not sure what happened between the two of you, but it's really got him depressed." "Nothing happened, really. I've just been busy and he's been busy and we haven't seen too much of each other lately. That's all." "I know you have a rush job you doing but if you could spare an hour to show up at his practice I think it would mean the world to him. And me too. I hate to see my friend this way and nothing I can do about it." "Believe it or not, you've already done something. You came to me and let me know about Brian. Thanks." "Will you be there today?" "No promises, but I'll try. By the way, how did you find me here?" "Quite simply actually. I knew you were doing a renovation on a property that had to be ready for a closing. I simply cross referenced building permits with houses for sale in the last six months. This address was one of two that matched. This one was a higher sale price so I figured this was my first choice." "Pretty clever." "I grew up hanging around the court house. You forget, I listen to what's around me, even sometimes when I shouldn't," Kyle laughed. "You're clever and a good friend. Thank you Kyle." I reached out and pulled Kyle in for a hug. "Oh, I see where Brian gets it from, he a hugger too," he smiled at me. "See you at practice, . . . . please?" I just smiled and showed him out. My head was swimming after he left. I was being a total jerk. When I met Brian he was a sheltered teenager, kept away from people because of his mother's fears of him repeating the same mistakes of his brother and has father. I came into his life and quickly became a friend, a hero, his escape from boredom. Someone he could be himself with, let down his guard and enjoy life. He met Kyle and opened himself up to another friendship. He joined the football team and was getting more from his high school experience than ever before. I had become a jealous ass hole and was shutting him out of my life because I wasn't the center of his life any more. His current mood showed I was still important to him and he wanted me in his life just the same. I swore to his mother that I would look out for him and protect him and never hurt him. I have broken that promise for selfish reasons. I had to swallow my pride and make this right with him, today! That afternoon I went to the practice field and looked up in the bleachers. Dorothy was sitting up there watching Brian. I made my way up to her and sat down. "Glad you could be here. It will mean a lot to Brian," she noted. "If he even sees me." She just smiled at me. The boys were walking back to the huddle after just completing a play. Brian was just poking along slowly in no rush at all. He glanced up in the bleachers and saw me sitting with his mother. His face lit up as he waved frantically at me. I smiled and waved back. He ran back to the huddle and said something to Kyle who turned and waved up at me. Brian was pointing down the field and then ran to line up. The ball was hiked and Brian took off as fast as he could down the field. Kyle pumped the ball twice and then let it fly, long and deep. The pass was slightly over thrown but Brian leapt up and made a one handed catch then landed and did a bob and weave to avoid the defender. He spiked the ball and pointed to me in the bleachers. I stood and pointed back at him. Kyle looked my way and gave me a thumbs up sign. The rest of the practice went just as good. When it was over, Brian ran off the field and over to me, wrapping his arms around me and giving me a tight hug. As the rest of the team filed past us on the way to the locker room, Kyle noticed some of the guys giving Brian and I a look. "They're huggers, the both of them. Don't get too close or they'll hug you too, I know from experience," Kyle laughed as he shook his head and walked past us. "Go hit the showers and we'll go get something to eat. Will you join us Dorothy?" "No, you two go along. I'm going to head home. Thanks for coming, Shaun." "I didn't realize how much I missed this. I'm glad I came," as I reached over and hugged Dorothy before she left. "See what I mean, nobody is safe around them!" Kyle yelled back just before going into the locker room. I waited by my truck for Brian to come out. The coach came out first and walked over to me. "Thank you for coming today, Shaun. It's good to have the old Brian back with us," as he slapped my shoulder and walked to his car. He and Kyle came out together and joined me. "We're going to get something to eat. Kyle, do you want to come along?" I asked the boys. "No, you two need some alone time to talk. Maybe another time." He responded. "He said all he had to say by being here today," Brian smiled towards me. "Brian said all he had to say with that one handed catch. Besides I'm going to have to learn to share him so I might as well start now," I said to both the boys. "I'll have to learn to share him too," Kyle added. "Then let's all go get something to eat," Brian said as he started towards the truck. That little green monster on my shoulder kicked up his heels again. We both have to learn to share him? Kyle and Brian have grown very close since they met. Share his friendship? Or share his affection? Or worse yet, share his body? Reality to Shaun O'Riley; shut the fuck up and go enjoy some time with these two guys and take it at that. We went to Wally's Diner, the best hamburgers and sandwiches within fifty miles. The boys ordered enough food to feed an army but the plates were empty when they had finished. Anyone watching us would have thought we were crazy or drunk. Whenever one of us would look at the other we'd both smile and laugh a quiet laugh. Three grinning idiots let loose on their own. I dropped Kyle off at his house and then drove to Brian's house. I parked in front of the house, in total darkness all except for the porch light. "Your Mom said she was going to bed early. You going to be okay walking to the house all alone?" I teased Brian. "Golly no, Mr O'Riley, I'm scared. Maybe you better hold my hand and walk me to the house," he shot back. "Or better yet, pucker up," as he slid across the seat and brought his lips to mine in a most welcome kiss. God, how I've missed him. Not just the sex but the warmth and affection he gives unconditionally. His sweet innocent nature, except when we're alone. Then his is a raving sex maniac. But I think I do truly love him. After we had kissed passionately for about ten minutes I cautioned his mother may be looking out the window wondering why he hadn't come in the house yet. "You right, I better duck down so she doesn't see me," as he dropped his head so he wouldn't be seen which also put his head in my lap. "She won't see this, no problem," unzipping my pants and reaching in to pull my stiff cock free. Holding it at the base he aimed it straight up in the air and licked the tip, lowering his mouth down the shaft. The sudden sensation of his warm wet mouth on my cock made me throw my head back in ecstasy, banging my head on the rear window of my pick up truck, "Don't knock yourself out. I want you to be conscious to enjoy this," Brian joked and then went back down on me. I moved the tilt steering wheel up as far as it would go to give him more room to work his magic. I lifted my hips and slid my pants down to my ankles. If Brian's mother came out or a cop stopped to see why I was parked so long, I'd be screwed, and not in a good way. But I didn't give a damn. I put my left hand on his head and massaged his hair as he bobbed up and down. My right hand moved down his side and into his crotch. Unbeknownst to me, he had already undone his pants, slid them down slightly and had his big lovely cock sticking out waiting for my hand. I took hold of it and stroked him slowly, not wanting to bring him off too soon. As he made slurping sounds sucking me and holding my cock, his other hand fondled my balls, rolling each one between his finger like a ten year old would roll his most prized marble in his fingers, showing it off to all who were interested. I was getting close and warned Brian to slow down. He lifted his head and asked me, "Do you really want me to slow down? Or maybe stop altogether and we can do this another time and place? Is that what you want right now?" "Hell no, suck my cock like only you know how. Make me shoot the load I've been saving since the last time we were together." He picked his head up with a jerk. "You mean you haven't been jerking off for that long?" "No, it would have felt good but not nearly as good as you sucking me off or riding my cock. I knew we'd have a chance to play together again. And it was worth the wait. Now suck the cum out of my balls!" And that he did. I reached my orgasm almost as soon as he resumed sucking me. I shot a load so big I didn't think I would ever finish. Brian didn't think I would either. "What the hell? Are you trying to drown me?" he giggled. "Just showing my appreciation for a job well done. Now its my turn," as I pushed him back upright and leaning against the passenger door. I went down on his already exposed and leaking cock. His precum tasted so sweet, just like him. I was after more, however, and went about getting it. Brian grabbed the back of my head and began to face fuck me, much more aggressively than he had ever been. This was a new side of him, but not an unwelcome side. "I'm close but it won't be as much as you. I didn't abstain since our last time." My screwed up mind immediately went to Kyle. Had he and Kyle been having sex together? Was this little foray just a way of saying good bye gently? Would this be the last time we would be depositing our cum in each other's bodies? "Oh really?" I said as I pulled up. "No way I could go that long. I'd be having wet dreams and cumming in my bed at night. I'd jerk off once or twice a day and think about you and the times we were together," now gently caressing the sides of my head. "It wasn't as much fun without you but it held me over until now." "Well no more imagining, this is the real deal," as I dove back down on him. He went to face fucking me again, more aggressively than last time. It didn't take long and he was spewing his load down my throat. He was right, there wasn't as much and I had no problem swallowing it all. I sat up and kissed him, our cum co-mingling in our mouths. "I better get in before my Mom notices us." "For sure. If she is awake, don't give her a good night kiss. She'll wonder where I took you for supper that they served a cum sandwich." We both laughed as Brian got out of the truck. "See you tomorrow?" "Unless you're blind you will." I watched to make sure he got in the house ok. He flashed the living room light once he was on the apartment so I flashed my headlights and drove off. I didn't ever bother to pull my pants back up, leaving my shriveling sticky cock to get stuck to the inside of my leg. I pulled it loose and my touch made it come to life again. I stroked my cock, bringing it back to full hardness as I drove. It had been a long time since I had jacked off and I was soon reaching the point of no return. Luckily I was approaching a stop sign when the moment of lift off occurred While I was stopped I shot another load of cum all over the pants around my ankles. Regaining my composure, I continued home, parked my truck and removed my cum soaked pants. I looked around and determined no one could see me in the dark so I ran to the house pantless and fumbled to get my keys. Once inside I headed for the shower and then to bed. I lay in bed thinking about the evening with Brian. Kyle also popped into my head, his cute face and tight body being very similar to Brian's. My cock came to life a third time but I was too tired to try and satisfy it. I just enjoyed the feeling of a boner in my crotch and Brian and Kyle lurking in my head as I drifted off to a restful sleep.