Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2012 01:02:11 -0600
From: scmoore2009@gmail.com
Subject: The New Sports Reporter, Part 11

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As weeks wore on, and winter turned to spring, an unmentioned uncertainty
hung over Rusty's two relationships. He and Chase were still going strong,
and he was continuing to hang out with T.J. and hook up with him on the
side. As he spent more time with T.J., they were becoming better and better
friends, and the two of them and Chase had even hung out and gone to the
bars together. But both men were graduating in May, and both had uncertain
futures ahead of them. Neither had secured post-graduation employment, and
neither was sure whether they'd still be in town when summer came along.

Every spring, the university hosted a banquet in honor of the graduating
senior athletes. Parents came in town, the local media were invited (with
conversations, of course, being off the record), and younger athletes came
to cheer on their friends and mentors. It was a formal affair, held in the
banquet rooms of the nicest hotel in town, with the men wearing tuxes and
the women wearing their finest eveningwear. The food was always
spectacular, and it was one of the few university-sponsored events with an
open bar. A good time was always had by all.

T.J.'s family booked rooms at the hotel and planned to come. He and his
football friends all booked some rooms to hold an after-party in, and went
to the mall to arrange for apparel. Rusty received his invitation on
afternoon in his work mailbox, and along with the rest of the sports desk
he swiftly sent back his "attending" RSVP.

On the night of the event, Rusty donned his tuxedo and headed to the
hotel. It was a short drive, and he arrived around the same time as one of
the other reporters, Mitch. The men found their table, then quickly found
the bar and ordered a round. Mitch told Rusty all about how his wife had
complained for years about how he never got a "plus-one" to bring to the
event, and she wanted to come see it for herself. Rusty told him about
getting settled in his new place and how he liked living in a new part of
the country. Before long, they'd gone through another round of drinks and
more of their co-workers had joined them at the table.

The seniors were sitting at tables along the front of the room, and a head
table was set up along the front where all the coaches and university
officials were sitting. Before dinner, the university president and
athletic director gave speeches about the various qualities it took to be a
student-athlete and how much the seniors had given back to the
university. The coaches each rattled off some short remarks about their
individual seasons, and when the football coach spoke he gave a shout-out
to T.J. as a particularly effective leader among his
teammates. T.J. blushed, and Rusty felt a stirring in his crotch as he
noticed how great T.J. looked in his tux and how cute he was looking all
embarrassed in front of everyone.
 
Once the speeches were done, it was time for dinner, and what a dinner it
was. More drinks flowed, and dinner ended with huge slices of cake. Over
dessert, Mitch asked Jeff, the sports editor, if he'd heard the latest
gossip from around the football field. "Rumor is that Bart Jones is
retiring as strength and conditioning coach, and they're promoting Jack
Fisher to replace him. Sounds like they're on the lookout for a new
assistant." That was news to Rusty, since he wasn't on the football
beat. He had met Bart once or twice, though, and Rusty was surprised since
he wasn't super old.

After finishing his dessert, Rusty excused himself to head to the
bathroom. T.J. was on his way back from there, and they ran into each other
by the bar.

"What's up, bud?" Rusty asked.

"Hey there, Russ. I've been looking for you," T.J. slurred. Obviously he'd
been hitting up the bar too. T.J. moved closer and put a hand on Rusty's
shoulder.

"I've got a room here tonight, and I think you should meet me there. Around
11 maybe." He pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to
Rusty. "Here's the room number." Rusty took it, and T.J. walked away, over
to a group of players and their parents getting their photo taken with a
guy in a mascot costume.

Rusty turned the paper over and saw the room number scrawled across it. He
looked at his phone and saw that it was just after 10, giving him about an
hour before he was set to head upstairs. He continued his walk to the
bathroom, and swung by the bar again on the way back to the table. He spent
the rest of the hour talking to a couple of the coaches he covered, and by
the time it was getting close to 11, the crowd was starting to clear out.

Rusty wasn't too keen on the idea of the rest of his department from work
knowing he was heading upstairs to who-knows-what, so he said goodbye to
them and walked outside as though he were heading to his car. The building
had two entrances, one for the hotel and one for the banquet facility, so
he walked around the building to the other door and went in. A short
elevator trip took him to the third floor, and a quick walk down the stairs
took him to the door he was looking for. All the rooms at this end of this
hall must've been taken by athletes, Rusty thought, because people were
partying and carrying on and walking room to room. He wondered what he was
about to find behind the door.

T.J. answered, grabbed Rusty's arm and pulled him inside. He'd been
partying with his friends for a while but now he was ready to enjoy the
benefits of having a hotel room for the night. He turned the lock to make
sure no one could get in, and pushed Rusty up against a wall.

"It seemed like you'd never get here," he said, kissing him and rubbing his
crotch.

"You said 11," Rusty laughed. "You should've made it earlier! I was worried
I was going to find a couple of your teammates in here with you, expecting
some favors."

"D'you really think I want to share you with those idiots? It's bad enough
I have to share you with your boyfriend."

Ignoring the fact that T.J. had already shared him with a teammate once,
Rusty enjoyed the feeling of T.J.'s tongue exploring his mouth and T.J.'s
hand giving his cock some attention through his tuxedo pants. In that
moment, he'd have done just about anything T.J. asked, including giving up
Chase. And he knew the best was yet to come.

Rusty wiggled out from behind T.J. and led him further into the room,
pushing him back on to the bed. Both men were still in their tuxes, and
both were somewhere between tipsy and drunk. Rusty got down on his knees
between T.J.'s legs and unzipped his pants, reaching inside to find that
T.J. wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Going commando, are we?" he asked, pulling T.J.'s almost-hard cock out of
the fly. "Kind of risky, given the crowd we were just in."

"Whatever. I knew we'd be in here and you'd need easy access."

"I'm surprised you weren't hard all night then."

"It took some discipline."

They laughed, and Rusty stroked T.J.'s cock. He was fully hard now, and
starting to leak. "Are you going to blow me or what?" he asked.

Rusty complied, taking T.J.'s cock in his mouth and swirling his tongue
around the head. T.J.'s precum was sweet, and Rusty worked over his cock so
he could get more of it. T.J. moaned and writhed on the bed. Rusty worked
at the blowjob with a focus and diligence he never had, and T.J. felt like
he was going to explode. Rusty's tongue on his cock, Rusty's hair in T.J.'s
hand, Rusty in his tux...it was all making T.J.'s mind and heart race.

Rusty could feel his cock pushing up against his boxers and tuxedo
pants. Here he was in a hotel room with a guy who was unimaginably hot,
dressed to the nines, and totally into him. T.J. undid his belt and
unbuttoned his pants. He could feel himself getting closer to orgasm, and
he reached down and guided Rusty up, kissing him again and kicking off his
shoes. He pushed down his pants, and Rusty helped him get them down to his
ankles so he could kick them off.

"You were about to make me bust, dude." T.J. said. "But I want you to fuck
this load out of me."

"You sure?" Rusty asked, starting to undo his own belt.

"Yeah, bro. Leave your tux on though. You're so hot in it."

Rusty smiled, happy to oblige. He let go of his belt and undid the zipper
instead, reaching into his boxers and letting his cock free. He spat in his
hand, gripped his cock and lubed it up. T.J. raised his legs up and spread
his asscheeks. Rusty slid in between T.J.'s legs and leaned in to kiss him
as he lined up his dick with T.J.'s hole.

"Unnnfffff..." T.J. groaned as Rusty pushed in, feeling that mix of pain
and pleasure that came with taking a dick up the ass when you hadn't done
so in a couple months. Rusty slowly slid into T.J., and T.J. loved the
feeling of Rusty filling him up with his cock. Soon Rusty was balls deep,
and he paused for a second before rotating his hips and stabbing T.J. with
several short thrusts.

"How's that feel?"

"So good."

"I bet."

Rusty lengthened his strokes, and T.J. continued to groan as Rusty took the
same focus and drive he'd put behind his blowjob and increased it when it
came to his fucking. T.J. was there beneath him, his tie askew and his
shirt wrinkled. His face scrunched as he absorbed each thrust and waves of
pleasure gripped him. Knowing he was the cause of that was powerful. He
leaned in a fucked him harder, the intensity growing as both men headed
toward climax.

T.J. gripped his cock and jerked himself off as Rusty pounded away at his
ass. As hard as it was to admit to himself, it felt really good to get
fucked again. Especially by Rusty. The first time had been a vengeance
thing, full of anger. This time was different, and his body was responding
much more positively.

"Ah...ah..ahhhh..." he wailed, stroking his cock and clenching his ass
around Rusty's cock. He was getting close again, and he wanted to get Rusty
there as well.

"You getting there, bro? You gonna cum for me?" Rusty asked, reaching up to
wipe sweat from his forehead.

"Oh, yeah, dude. I'm there. I'm there, man. Oh...Oh...Oh! Russ! I'm
cumming, Russ!"

T.J. spewed several ropes of jizz up onto his stomach and chest, and his
fancy white shirt absorbed the hot, white liquid. Rusty thrust in and out a
couple more times, but the scene in front of him was too much, and he was
ready to shoot himself. He pulled out and climbed on top of T.J.,
straddling his chest. He took his cock in his hand and went at it, tugging
and stroking and gasping as he finished himself off.

"You ready, Teej? You ready for me to spunk on your face?"

T.J. grinned. "Yeah man. Make it happen." He gripped Rusty's hips with his
big, strong hands and held onto him as he hit the peak.

"Ah!...Ah!..." he exclaimed, shooting his load all over T.J.'s face and
hair. He kept stroking as his orgasm subsided, leaking cum onto T.J.'s neck
and tie. He scooted back and leaned down, licking up some of his load off
of T.J.'s forehead and then leaning in further and kissing him. The two
rolled over and over each other, kissing and humping and rubbing each other
until finally they lay on the bed, panting and exhausted, Rusty having shed
some of his tux and T.J. still only half dressed.

"I hope I don't have to pay a fee for returning this shirt covered in
jizz," T.J. said.

"I mean, they have to clean it anyway, right? Maybe they won't even
notice."

"We can only hope."

They laughed, and kissed again, before spending the night together in the
room. Neither worried about having to face any of the other athletes on the
floor in the morning, choosing instead to just enjoy their time alone.

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The strength and conditioning coach's departure became more widely known in
the athletic department, and the rumor of his assistant's promotion was
true. The job posting for a new assistant would go up soon, and the higher
ups in the department had a candidate in mind that they planned to approach
as soon as the posting went live online. They all agreed T.J. would be
perfect for the job, and they all wanted to keep him around to groom for
future leadership positions and coaching opportunities. The athletic
director made a note on his to-do list to set up a meeting with T.J. as
soon as he could. The sooner they could make it official, the better.

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