Date: Thu, 23 Aug 2012 22:00:10 -0500
From: scmoore2009@gmail.com
Subject: The New Sports Reporter, Part 2

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A few weeks passed, and somehow Rusty's cell number fell into T.J.'s
hands. A couple days a week, sometimes after a long, tedious practice and
sometimes after a night at the bars when the girls weren't responding to
his pick ups, T.J. would send Rusty a text. Rusty would dutifully arrive at
T.J.'s apartment a few minutes later. Clothes would come off, T.J.'s cock
would get sucked, and Rusty's ass would get fucked. And then T.J. would
toss Rusty his clothes, and Rusty would head home. Nothing more, nothing
less. It was nice for some release, and there was some element of
companionship, he supposed, but Rusty kind of felt like something was
missing from this arrangement. It was alright for now though. At least he
was getting off by means of something other than his own hand.

--

Since Rusty was still new in town, he hadn't really met a whole lot of
people. He'd gone out a few times with his co-workers, but most of them
were older -- some significantly so -- and most of them had wives or
husbands or significant others and kids. He'd decided to start doing some
volunteer work to take up time and maybe meet some friends, and the
community center not far from his apartment was glad to have him. Every
Saturday, Rusty would come in for a few hours and do whatever Jean, the
executive director, wanted him to do. She was an older lady, probably in
her late 60's, and reminded him of a less Southern version of his
grandmas. Mostly she had him doing handyman-type things -- changing
lightbulbs, clearing drains, some yardwork. One weekend, a fence out back
needed painting, Jean told him, so he needed to wear old clothes. And
there'd be a new volunteer helping him out, so he wouldn't be painting
alone.

Rusty arrived Saturday morning ready to paint. Jean introduced him to
Chase, the new volunteer. Chase was about the same age as Rusty (they found
out later they'd graduated college two years apart), tall, muscular but not
crazily so (he worked out at the university's rec center a couple days a
week, he told Rusty)

with dark hair and deep blue eyes. The two guys hit it off from the start,
and had a great time talking while they got their work done. Chase
explained that he'd gone to work after graduation but came back to State to
go to grad school. This would be his first year and he was excited to be
back at his alma mater. "Where'd you go to school, Russ?" he asked.

"Down South," Rusty answered. "At Crimson U."

"Ah. We played them in football my junior year. Y'all creamed us. Were you
Greek at Crimson?"

"Yessir. I was a Gamma."

"No shit. So was I, here at State. I still hang around the house sometimes,
when I'm in town. You should come by the house next weekend. The guys hold
a pretty sweet tailgate before the football games."

Rusty agreed, since he'd been hoping to check out the tailgate scene here
at State anyway. And what better place to start than a frat house? His own
frat's house, nonetheless. The second home game of the season was the
following week, so Rusty agreed to meet Chase at the house a little before
lunch. Jean was sorry to hear she'd be losing her volunteers for a week,
but was glad Rusty and Chase were getting along so well.

--

This week's game was against a team State generally lost to, but this year
the buzz was that they had a chance. As a result, Coach had the players
putting in extra time in the practice facility, and Rusty didn't hear from
T.J. at all in the week leading up to the game.

Game day arrived, and Rusty woke up earlier than he normally would on a
Saturday to get ready for the tailgate. He threw on a t-shirt and shorts
(something that baffled him about the culture at State, since they dressed
up for games at Crimson) and headed out. Greek Row was walking distance
from his apartment, and the stadium wasn't too far from there. He walked
down to the Gamma house, a large tudor structure right across from
campus. Music was blasting, a grill was smoking, and the beer pong tables
were surrounded by people. As he walked up to the house, Chase popped out
of one of the crowds and jogged over to him.

"Hey, buddy. Glad you could make it," he said, shaking Rusty's hand.

"D'you think I was going to bail on you?" Rusty asked, sarcastically.

"I dunno. We put on quite a tailgate here. I don't know if Crimson prepared
you well enough. You might have been intimidated. Do you have a ticket for
the game?"

"Nah. I brought my press pass though."

"Oh, right. I forgot you were a VIP."

"Shut up."

So it went the rest of the afternoon. Rusty and Chase bantered, drank and
had a great time with the guys. They hit the bar, where guys bought them
shots and drinks, and played beer pong against the undergrads. Soon Rusty
was feeling a lot drunker than he'd planned to get. And with every drink,
it seemed like, Chase got a little more touchy. Nothing overtly sexual,
just keeping his arm around Rusty's shoulder, or tousling Rusty's hair when
he made a shot in beer pong. Every drink made it harder and harder for
Rusty to ignore how attracted he was to Chase, and the touching wasn't
helping. Chase hadn't let on any clues to his sexuality, and Rusty, of
course, was still in the closet. Still, he had to do some creative
adjustment to his shorts to hide the stiffness of his cock that resulted
from Chase's arm around his neck.

Chase and Rusty lost another game of beer pong, and Rusty needed to
pee. Chase pointed him in the direction of one of the bathrooms in the
house. He walked upstairs, found the bathroom, set his phone on the sink
and stepped up to a urinal. He pulled out his cock and felt the relief of
getting rid of several rounds of drinks. He put a hand on the wall in front
of him to steady himself, and thought about how glad he was that he had
walked here instead of driving. Suddenly, he heard the door open and
someone walk in.

"I decided you had the right idea," Chase said, walking up to the urinal
next to Rusty's. There were two more to the right of that one, but Rusty
noticed Chase had picked the one right next to him and his cock jumped a
little. Chase pulled out his own dick and started to pee. "You're looking a
little wobbly there, dude. You doing ok?"

"Yeah," Rusty said. "I just wasn't really planning to drink as much as we
have."

"You and me both," Chase said. Rusty was finishing up and getting ready to
put away his junk. "You've got a nice cock," Chase told him.

"Um...thanks," Rusty said.

"If you keep it out I'll suck it when I'm done."

"Um...what?"

"C'mon dude. I've seen you adjusting your shorts whenever I looked at you
the right way. I could see when I got in here that you were
half-hard. D'you want a blow job or not?" By this point, Chase had finished
up at the urinal and had turned around to face Rusty. His half-hard cock
was out too, and was getting harder while they stood there. It was about
the same size as Rusty's, maybe slightly longer and slimmer, and he was
stroking it a little with his hand.

Rusty wasn't sure what to think. He was still pretty drunk, and they were
still in a frat house bathroom.

"Uh...well...where? What if someone comes in? What if we get caught?" Rusty
stammered.

"Oh, c'mon dude," Chase said, walking over to Rusty. He got right up in
Rusty's face and kissed him. Rusty was stunned for a minute, but quickly
got it together and kissed back. They went at it for a minute or two,
eventually letting their tongues wrestle for a bit, and Chase started
pushing Rusty back toward a shower stall. As Chase pulled the curtain,
Rusty unzipped his fly and pulled out his now fully hard cock. Chase jerked
it a couple times with his hand, and got down on his knees. Rusty felt the
warm, wet feeling of Chase's tongue licking the head of it, then Chase's
entire mouth enveloping the rest.

"Mmmmm," he groaned. "This feels great."

Chase pulled of of Rusty's dick. "Why'd you hesitate when I offered then?"

"Shut up and get back to work," Rusty said, grabbing the back of Chase's
head and guiding him back to his crotch.

Rusty hadn't had a blowjob in a long time, and Chase was very good. Very
good. He unbuttoned Rusty's shorts while he licked and sucked, letting them
fall to the ground, and let go of Rusty again just long enough to pull down
his boxers. He gave Rusty's balls some attention with his tongue, and then
with his hand while he got back to work on his cock. Rusty was whimpering
with pleasure.

"Oh, Chase, don't stop. This feels so good," he moaned. Chase did stop,
though, and stood up and kissed Rusty hard and deep again.

"I love how your drawl gets deeper when you're drunk," he joked.

"I love how your cock gets harder when you're drunk," Rusty replied,
grabbing Chase's cock, which was still jutting out of his fly, and rubbing
it up and down.

"That doesn't make sense. You've never seen my hard cock while I'm sober,"
Chase laughed.

"Whatever. I'm drunk," Rusty said. "It's your turn. I want to suck you
now."

"Pull up your shorts. Let's go somewhere else."

They got dressed again and Chase led him up another flight of stairs and
into a room. "My `little bro' is out of town this weekend. He told me to
crash here if I needed to." In Rusty's chapter they'd called them pledge
sons, but he knew what Chase meant. He pushed Chase back toward the bed,
and Chase fell back, landing with his knees hanging over the edge. Rusty
got down on his knees and unzipped Chase's jeans. He pulled out Chase's
cock and promptly got down to business.

"Oh man, Russ. You're good at this too."

Rusty moaned, and Chase put his hands back behind his head. He'd gotten
pretty worked up earlier, and Rusty's mouth felt so good that he knew he
wouldn't last long.

He pulled his shirt off, and grabbed Rusty's shirt collar and led him up
onto the bed. Rusty took his shirt off as well, and they kissed a while
longer as Chase pulled out Rusty's cock and started jacking him off. Rusty
returned the favor, and Chase's cock started leaking even more than it had
been before. Rusty shifted so that Chase was straddling him, his cock right
in Rusty's face, and he took the tip into his mouth while he kept jacking
him off.

"Oh, Russ. Oh jeez. I'm getting close...really close...oh...oh.ut..here I
come!" he shouted as ropes of jizz shot into Rusty's mouth. Chase slid
down, kissing Rusty again, his cum going back and forth between their
mouths. He slid down further, and began blowing Rusty again in
earnest. Soon Rusty felt the familiar tightening in his balls, and warned
Chase that he was about to cum too. Chase looked up into Rusty's eyes as
Rusty shot into his mouth. Even through the haze of alcohol, he could feel
the connection between the two of them. They made out again for a while
before falling asleep, missing the game entirely.

--

The team lost, despite what the prognosticators had thought prior to
kick-off. T.J. was upset, since all the practice they'd put in didn't seem
to have worked. He had some frustrations, and he wanted to take them out on
Rusty's ass. He texted a couple times with no response. He tried calling,
but still no answer. Rusty's phone was still in the Gamma house bathroom,
and he was still upstairs with Chase. Now T.J. was really angry. Rusty
would have some answering to do when they finally came across each other
again. But for now, T.J. would just have to jack off, going to bed still
upset -- and a little horny.


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