Date: Thu, 30 Aug 2012 01:02:54 -0500
From: scmoore2009@gmail.com
Subject: The New Sports Reporter, Part 3

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Rusty woke up first, still feeling tipsy but definitely having slept most
of the alcohol off. He looked at the clock next to the bed and realized the
game must have been over by then, and felt Chase's arm draped over his
torso. Lots of thoughts rushed through his head, not the least of which
being whether Chase would be as friendly with him post-drunken hook up as
he was before. There was a feeling deep in the pit of Rusty's stomach that
maybe a chance at a really great friendship had just gone down the tubes.

He felt Chase start to stir, and stretched a bit so he'd know he was awake
as well.

"Good morning, sunshine," Chase joked, tussling Rusty's hair. "Looks like
we missed the big game."

"Yeah, I noticed that too," Rusty said. "Listen, do we..."

"...need to go get dinner?" Chase interrupted. "Yes. Yes we do. I'm
starving." He put his shirt back on and zipped up his shorts before tossing
Rusty his shirt from across the room. "C'mon. We'll grab something to eat
then I'll drive you home."

Rusty was pretty hungry too, and decided maybe this was the best way to
talk to Chase about what was going on. He pulled himself together, and
followed Chase to his car. They went to a restaurant not too far from
campus, but on the other side of town from the highway that would take most
of the out-of-town football fans back home from the game. They grabbed a
booth, and spent the rest of the evening getting to know each other even
better. Rusty talked about how no one at home knew about his sexuality, and
how he'd never really been in a relationship before. Chase explained that
he'd come out soon after coming to school at State, and that his friends
and even his frat brothers had been very supportive, especially when his
parents weren't at first. They'd come around though, and he'd had a few
short relationships in the time since.

Dinner was over, and they'd been taking up their table for a while, so they
decided to give it up and head out. Rusty realized that he'd left his phone
at the house, so Chase swung by so he could run in and grab it. He looked
in a couple places before remembering that he'd left it on the sink in the
bathroom. When he finally got to it, he saw the texts and missed calls from
T.J. Clearing them, he thought about Chase and how he'd need to figure out
a way to end his arrangement with T.J. if things were going to go any
further.

Chase drove him the short distance back to his apartment, and before he got
out of the car, he pulled him in for a long, deep kiss. "Let's go out again
soon. You and me. On a real date," he said. Rusty happily agreed, and Chase
drove off to his own apartment. Rusty went inside and slept like a rock,
having had one of the most eventful days he could remember.

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The following week was an away game for the football team, and the week
after that was their bye week. This meant they'd have lighter practices and
less time at the gym for team workouts and meetings. In the intervening
time, T.J. hadn't been in touch with Rusty a whole lot. He was still kind
of miffed over the night he ignored his calls, and the away game meant he
hadn't been in town a whole lot. Rusty had been busy too, since the smaller
sports started up and he'd been bouncing from venue to venue covering games
and matches. He'd also been kept occupied by Chase, with whom he'd gone out
a few times and was now spending most of his free time.

One afternoon, T.J. and the team's quarterback, Jason, were back at T.J.'s
apartment watching TV and eating lunch after a morning practice. Jason and
T.J. were from the same town, and had been recruited to State together when
they were in high school. They'd been friends for a long time, and not much
between them was a secret, even the Rusty situation. Jason had a girlfriend
back home who came to visit on game weekends, and occasionally other times,
but it was hard for him to see her without her parents around. As a result,
it had now been a couple months since he'd gotten laid, and he was horny as
hell.

He didn't want to cheat on the girlfriend, but this arrangement T.J. had
with Rusty intrigued him. Was it really cheating if it was with a guy, he
wondered? And T.J. seemed to really get off on this dude. He managed, after
some time, to get T.J. to try to get Rusty to come over. He texted him,
like before, and waited to see if there would be a response, or a knock on
the door.

Rusty saw the text from T.J., and thought again about the situation. He
really needed to go talk to T.J. about how this needed to stop. He was off
work for the afternoon before an evening soccer game, so he got in his car
and drove over to T.J.'s apartment. He knocked on the door, and
T.J. answered.

"Come on in. I've got someone I want you to meet," he said.

"T.J., I need to talk to you about something, and it's kind of important."

"I've got other ideas for what you need to be doing with your mouth right
now," T.J. said, pointing to Jason. "D'you know this guy?"

"Of course," Rusty said. "You're the quarterback."

Jason introduced himself, and Rusty looked him over.  He was about Rusty's
height, a little taller than T.J. He had short brown hair, and a
stereotypical football quarterback body – muscular and chiseled. His
face was covered in stubble, like he'd forgone shaving for a few days. And
his gym shorts were bulging at the crotch in a way that showed Rusty what
the intended purpose of this rendezvous was, and that Jason was packing.

"Jason and I are a little horny, and we need you to help us out,"
T.J. said, pulling off his sleeveless t-shirt and revealing his fuzzy
chest. Rusty felt a jolt in his boxers, but remembered what he was there to
do.

"Look, T.J., I came here..."

"I know why you came here," T.J. said, pulling off his shorts to reveal a
jock that could barely contain what was underneath it. "You can't say no to
this."

Jason was getting in on the action now too, having taken off his t-shirt
and started to rub his cock through his shorts. "C'mon, dude. I haven't
gotten off in a while, and T.J. says you're good at this stuff."

Rusty's cock was raging in his shorts now, with these two hot athletes
standing in front of him. T.J. had pulled off the jock, and walked over to
him, pushing him down to his knees. "Do what you came here to do, Rusty,"
he said, guiding his cock toward Rusty's mouth. A pang of guilt rushed
through Rusty's head, but something inside of him made him open his mouth
and let T.J. slide his cock inside.

"Mmmm that's it," T.J. said as Jason looked on. "I know you can't say no to
this. You tried, but here you are with my dick in your mouth again."

He grabbed the back of Rusty's head and started pumping in and out of his
mouth. Jason had gotten completely naked now too, and the scene had him
extremely turned on. "Lemme at him, Teej," he said, sticking his cock in
Rusty's face. T.J. pulled back, and Rusty took Jason's cock into his
mouth. It was almost as long as T.J.'s, but less thick, and uncut, which
was new to Rusty. He swirled his tongue around it, and Jason put his head
back and groaned. T.J. jerked his cock a couple times, then disappeared
into his bedroom and came out with a bottle of lube. Jason backed up and
sat on the edge of the sofa, and T.J. pulled Rusty up so he was bent over
with his mouth still on Jason's cock. He felt T.J. pull down his shorts and
boxers, and suddently T.J.'s fingers were inside of him again, just like
that day in the locker room. Rusty grunted a couple times, eliciting a
positive moan from Jason, and pushed back a bit as T.J. slid his cock
inside of him. They got into a rhythm of T.J.'s thrusts pushing Rusty's
mouth down on Jason's cock, and Rusty began jacking himself off.

Jason felt the tingle in his balls that alerted him that things needed to
slow down or he was going to cum. He pulled Rusty off of his cock and stood
up, leaving Rusty the arm of the couch to lean on. T.J. kept hammering away
at Rusty's ass, but Jason grabbed the lube bottle and slicked up. T.J. was
getting close, he could tell, and when T.J. blew, he wanted to be ready to
go.

Rusty groaned again as T.J. started long-dicking him, really getting deep
and hitting all the right spots. Rusty's ass muscles were doing their job,
and T.J. moaned.

"Aw shit dude. Here I come!"

And he shot right in Rusty's ass. He pulled out and jerked another couple
ropes of jizz on the small of Rusty's back, then moved aside as Jason
stepped up behind him.

"You ready to go again?" Jason said, more demanding then asking, before
plowing into Rusty's ass with ease. T.J.'s cum was making this easy for
him, as he slid in and out. Rusty was moaning and jacking his cock even
harder than before.

"Oh Jason, don't stop. This feels so good. Don't
stop. Harder...faster...oh...oh..." Rusty moaned again as he shot several
times all over the arm of the sofa. The resulting tightening of his ass
muscles put Jason over the edge.

"Unghhhh. Take it," Jason shouted, as he added more jizz to the pool
T.J. had left before. He pulled out and Rusty collapsed to his knees.

"Thanks, buddy, we needed that," T.J. said to him, helping him to his
feet. Rusty pulled up his shorts and straightened out his t-shirt, then
T.J. guided him to the door.

"I'll be calling you again soon. Don't forget to answer this time," he said
to Rusty before he closed the door. Rusty walked to his car, put his head
on the steering wheel and pondered what had just happened. He'd have been
lying if he told you a tear or two didn't get shed before he pulled himself
together and drove home to shower for the soccer game.

T.J. closed the door and turned around to find Jason dozing on the
sofa. "That was fast," he thought, grabbing his jock and his shorts. He'd
have to clean up the jizz on the sofa arm that Rusty had left, and he'd
have to figure out why, when Jason was fucking Rusty, he'd looked on and
felt some pangs of jealousy deep down. But for now it was nap time for him
too, since practice and this very personal interview with the new reporter
had really worn him down.


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