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by Jeff Allen


Hector dropped me off by the front door.

"Would you like a ride home tomorrow night?" he asked.

"I sure would, if it's okay with you."

He just smiled in reply.  "See you at the store tomorrow."

I watched his taillights disappear down our long driveway.

The next day, the weather had cleared, and it was back to the normal hot and muggy pattern so typical of summer in southern Georgia.  Daddy drove me in to work because he needed to pick up some groceries.  Normally I would have run into town. 

I mostly enjoyed working at Tarricone's, but that day I was anxious for closing time.  I think Hector was also.  Every once in a while, we'd catch each other's eye, and he would smile making my cock twitch inside my pants.

After the store closed that night, Hector and I had the placed cleaned up in record time.  We rode in silence until he pulled off the road into my driveway.  He stopped the car and put his arm behind my neck.  I leaned over to him and we kissed.  Within a matter of moments we were naked and in the back seat.

He kissed his way down my body.  I felt his breath on my hard cock and pubic hair.  Then I felt his mouth slide over the head of my weapon and down the shaft.  Dang, that was nice!  In just a couple of minutes, I felt like I was going to shoot.  I warned him, and he pulled off my cock.  I pushed him into an upright position and leaned forward to place my nose and mouth in his pubic bush.  He smelled of musk and sweat and man.  It turned me on.  I grasped his erection and pulled the skin down off the head.  I tentatively ran my tongue around the exposed head of his dick.  I caught a little of his precum.  It was slick but bland in taste.  I grew more daring and moved my mouth down over the head of his tool.  His moans told me that it felt good.  I started moving my mouth up and down imitating his actions on me.  I was sucking cock, and I liked it!

I felt his body begin to tense, His balls, which had been hanging loosely in their sac, drew up closer to his body.  He warned me that he was going to cum.  I kept my mouth over his dick and was rewarded with three volleys of his semen.  It was thicker than his precum and just a little saltier.  Other than that, there wasn't any real taste to it.  I swallowed.

He pushed me back down onto my back and quickly engulfed my cock with his mouth.  I didn't last very long.  I warned him that I was about to explode.  At first I felt his mouth move away, but then he closed down over my dick again and began pumping it with his hand.  I shot a huge load into his waiting mouth.

As I was coming down from my climax, Hector moved up and kissed me.  I opened my mouth and tasted my own cum.

Hector gave me a ride home every night from then until he left for Basic Training.  We got pretty good at trading blowjobs.  Our sex play expanded to include the fingering of assholes.  I like the feeling of Hector's fingers running over my pucker, but I wasn't too wild about it when he tried to put his finger inside.  Guess I just wasn't ready for anal sex.  On the other hand, Hector loved having my finger up his ass.  His climaxes were always more intense when I put a little pressure on his prostate. 

The week before he was to leave for Basic Training, Hector wanted to try fucking.  We talked about it, and I told him I wasn't ready to have a dick up my butt.  He said that was fine with him `cause what he wanted was my dick up his butt.  He produced a pack of condoms and some K-Y jelly.

It was awkward in the back seat of his Impala, but we managed.  We tried it doggie style at first `cause Hector'd heard that was easier.  I'd used two greased fingers to loosen him up before trying to push my dick in his hole.  Still I could tell it hurt him, and I tried to pull out. 

He reached back and put his hand on my hip.  "Don't pull out.  Just give me a minute or so to get used to it.  Man, you feel so big."

I felt Hector's hole begin to relax so I pushed forward a little.  This time I went all the way in till my short hairs were against the smooth skin of his ass.  Hector gave a deep sigh and moved his hips.  I took that as the signal to start pumping.  I'd never felt anything like it.  His ass was hot and tight.  I slowed down to try to prolong our session.  It was over too quickly.  I felt my juices rising.  I pushed in one last time, and filled the condom with shot after shot of my ball juice.

As I pulled out, Hector flipped over on his back and started furiously jacking his cock.  I moved to put my mouth over it, but before I could, his first volley shot past my ear and landed on the back of my shoulder.  I caught the rest of his cum in my mouth. 

We fucked every night that week.  On the last night, I even buried my face in his crack and licked his asshole a couple of times before sticking my finger in there.  There wasn't much taste.  Just a sort of pleasant musky smell.  Hector really liked it!

At the end of the week, Hector left for his Basic Training, and I was the proud owner of an eight-year-old Chevy Impala.  Hector couldn't take it with him, so we negotiated a deal for the car.  I bought it with some of the money I'd saved from my paychecks. 

Daddy helped me with the insurance.  The first time he sat in the car, he looked at me and said, "Son, you've got to air out this car.  Your friend Hector must have been really busy with someone recently because this car smells like pure sex."

I know I turned ten shades of scarlet.

The other thing I did with the money I earned that summer beside buy Hector's old Chevy was to buy paint for the house.  The Southern Georgia climate is rough on house paint, and our old house hadn't been painted since before my grandparents died. 

I bought a dozen gallons of white house paint from the hardware store in town, and Scott and I spent each morning for the next two weeks scraping off the old paint where it was peeling, and putting a brand new coat of paint on the old house.  We finished the job the day before fall football practice started, and the house looked great.

The twice a day football practice schedule before the start of school was tough.  I hadn't run as much during the summer as I'd done before because of my job at Tarricone's but also because Hector had been giving me rides home at night so we could have sex in the back seat of his car.  However, by the end of the first week, I felt like I was back in shape.  Derek Jackson was back as the first-string quarterback, and I felt like I had the starting tight end position locked up.  Derek and I made a good team.  When I was running a pass pattern, I was always the first guy Derek looked to. 

When school started, Derek and I had most of our classes together because we were taking the advance math sequence.  Bull Cook wasn't in the class that year.  He'd decided it was too much extra work and asked to go back into the regular math sequence.  That meant I only had to put up with his surly bully attitude on the football field.

That didn't mean I didn't have another run-in with Bull.  I came around a corner in the hallway one morning before classes to see that Bull and one of his dumb cronies had a skinny Black kid backed up against the lockers.

Bull and his buddy didn't see me approaching.  I marched right up in front of them and put my arms around the shoulders of the kid.  He was so scared I could feel him trembling.

"Morning, Bull.  I hope this isn't what it looks like.  Remember our little talk last year.  If you were giving my friend here any trouble, then you and I need to have a talk."

Bull and his sidekick backed away.

"Hi, Privette.  There's no trouble here.  Little Darius and us was just having a conversation.  All real friendly like.  Isn't that so, Darius?" 

The kid nodded his head in the affirmative, but he was so scared he would have agreed to anything Bull said.

"Well, that's good.  I'd hate to think that you were trying to do something as crass as shaking down my friend here to get his lunch money.  That just wouldn't be right now would it, Bull."

I put my arm tighter around the shorter kid's shoulder, and started to walk the two of us away.  "See you later, Bull.  Darius and I want to have a little talk before school starts."

I guided the kid into an open classroom.  The kid was so scared, I thought he might be ready to pee his pants.  For all he knew, I was just like Bull, or worse.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you.  My name's Brett Privette, what's yours?"

"Ah...Darius, Darius Alexander."

I bent down so I was eye level with the younger guy, and put my hands on his shoulders.

"Okay, Darius.  You're a freshman this year right?"

He nodded.

"Listen, if Bull or one of his buddies gives you any grief this year, I want you to tell me about it, okay?  The only way to deal with a bully like Bull Cook is to stand up to him, you understand me?"

The kid nodded again.

I patted his arm and left for my class.

Later that day in the lunchroom I spotted Darius sitting at a table with several of the other Black kids in the freshman class.  Bull and his cronies were sitting at a table in the middle of the room.  You could hear them all over the cafeteria.  I got my tray of food and headed over to Darius' table. 

"Mind if I sit with you?"

There was a silence at first.  It was almost unheard of for a junior guy like me to sit at a table with a bunch of freshmen, let alone having a white guy sitting with a bunch of black kids.  I had to be breaking a dozen or so unofficial school rules.  Darius slid over to make room, and I sat down with them. 

"Hi, Darius.  Can you introduce me to your friends?"

"Ah, sure...this is Thomas, and Shaneeka, and Tramaine, and Uzoma, and LeRoy.  Guys, this is Brett.  He's the one I told you about."

I nodded to each of the kids.  "Listen, guys, I want you to tell me if Bull Cook ever gives you any hassle, okay?"

"Why are you doing this?" from Shaneeka.

"I don't like seeing anyone get bullied.  I've got a little brother who'll be coming over to the high school when you guys are juniors, and I'd like someone to make sure he doesn't get pushed around.  Old Bull and his goons will have graduated, but there might be someone trying to take his place as the school thug.  They won't have a chance to do it, if you all stick together.  Okay?"

"Is your little brother Scott Privette?"  That from Tramaine.

"Yeah, you know him?"

"We went to the same school last year.  I'll watch out for him when he gets over here."

"Thanks, Tramaine.  Being a freshman's kinda scary as it is.  I'm sure he'll feel better knowing that you'll be looking out for him."

LeRoy spoke up, "We'll all be watchin' his back."

"Thanks, guys."

Two weeks later we had an away game that was just awesome.  Derek was really hot that night as quarterback, and I was catching almost everything he threw at me.  We won the game 42 to 6, and I'd made three of the six touchdowns.

I couldn't wait to get home to tell Daddy and Scott about the game.  Man, I was pumped. 

At least I was until I got out to the parking lot and saw my car.  All four tires were flat!  Someone must have let the air out of them while we were at the game.  I could have gone to a pay phone and called Daddy to come get me, but his night vision was pretty poor.  I decided to walk or jog home.  I walked down to the pay phone outside Herman's Drug Store and called home.  Daddy offered to come get time, but I told him no.

I started jogging.  Just outside of town a Jeep Grand Cherokee rolled up alongside me.  The driver's window went down.  It was Derek.

"Hey, Brett, didn't you get enough running in the game tonight?"

"I thought I did, but all the tires on my car are flat so I guess I'm getting some more exercise."

"Hop in, I'll take you home."

"It's going to be out of your way."

"Don't worry about that, bro, just get in."

"Okay, thanks."

I opened the door on the passenger side and climbed into the seat.

"I thought you and Annetta would be out on a date."

"We broke up this week, so no date.  All the other brothers are out with their women so here I am."

"Sorry about you and Annetta."

"It's okay.  It was about time for us to break up.  My girlfriends don't seem to last too long."

I chuckled.  "Turn to the right at the next side road.  I've noticed that you don't seem to stay with one girl too long."

"Yeah, most of them just want to be dating a football player.  They really don't want to know the real Derek Jackson."

"So who is the real Derek Jackson?"

He looked over at me like I'd just burped in church, then he smiled.  "Darned if I know.  Maybe when I get it figured out, I'll be able to stick with the same person for a while."

"Turn left up there at that big oak tree.  I guess all of us are trying to figure out who we really are.  Daddy says that's just a part of growing up."

"My father says that too.  What do you want to do after you graduate from high school?"

"I'd like to go to college.  Maybe become some kind of doctor...maybe a lawyer...I don't really know, but it probably doesn't matter much `cause I won't have the money to go to college.  What about you?"

"My parents expect me to go to college.  They're both lawyers.  So's my grandfather.  I think they'd like to see a third generation take up the law."

"I asked what you want to do, not what your parents want you to do."

"And I don't know.  I know I want to go to college.  It's about the only way I'm going to get out of Fenokachee County."  He looked over at me and smiled showing his pearly whites.  I just about melted.

"Turn up by that mailbox.  You can let me off there if you want."

"It's okay, I'll take you up to your house."

"The house is another half mile up the road."

"Wow!  You really are out in the swamp, aren't you?"

"That's me, the swamp rat."

He glanced over and quickly apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean anything by that."

I smiled at him, "I know you didn't.  I can call myself a swamp rat.  You can call me a swamp rat, but it really pisses me off when Bull Cook calls me a swamp rat."

"I understand."

Conversation lagged until we pulled up in front of the house.

"Thanks for the ride, Derek.  I really didn't want to jog or walk all the way home.  That game kinda wore me out."

"I know what you're saying.  It was a little rough.  I'm sore in places I didn't know I had."

"Would you like to come in for a bit?  I know we don't have any sodas in the house, but there's always some ice tea in the fridge."

"Yeah, I'd like that.  I was just going to drive around a little before going home."

We went around the side of the house to the kitchen door.

Inside, I called out, "Daddy, Scott, I'm home."

Scott came bounding into the kitchen, "Hey, Brett, nice game.  Daddy and I heard it on the radio."  He gave me a quick hug before turning to Derek and sticking out his hand.  "Hi, I'm Scott.  I'm the lunkhead's annoying little brother."

Derek chuckled as he shook hands, "Hi, I'm Derek Jackson.  I gave Brett a ride home."

"Yeah, Daddy said there was something wrong with your car."

"Yeah, there is."

Just then Daddy came into the kitchen.  I could tell from the look on his face and the way he was moving that he was in a lot of pain.  The pain-filled days had been getting more frequent of late.

He extended his hand to Derek.  "I'm Nick PrivetteNice to meet you, Derek.  Good game tonight."

Derek shook Daddy's hand.  "Thank you, Sir.  It's a pleasure to meet you."

Daddy gave me a hug, then held me out at arm's length.  "So what's wrong with your car."

"All the tires are flat.  Looks like someone let the air out while we were at the game."

"Okay, we'll go in tomorrow morning and get it."  He turned back to Derek.  "We've got some ice tea in the refrigerator, and there's some corn bread left from dinner.  You guys want a snack."

"Yes, Sir, that would be fine.  I'm always hungry after a game."

Daddy chuckled, "I suspect you're hungry most of the time.  I know I was when I was your age.  Sit down and tell me about the game."

Scott moved toward the fridge.  "Daddy, why don't you sit down, and I'll get the tea and cornbread."

Derek and I spent the next half hour or so describing our daring gridiron antics to Daddy and Scott. At one point in response to one of my comments, Derek reached over and gave my shoulder a little push with his hand.  I know I blushed, and my shoulder felt hot where he'd touched it.  I had to quickly bring my mind back to the conversation around the table because I felt my dick start to get hard.  The last thing I needed was to pop a boner right there at the table.

When we finished recounting the game to Daddy and Scott, it was almost eleven.  Derek got up from the table stretched and said, "It's late.  I guess I should be heading on home."

"Why don't you stay out here tonight instead of driving all the way back into town?" 

It was my voice.  I just couldn't believe I'd said it.

Derek looked at me.  I couldn't read the expression on his face.  After a pause, he replied, "If it's okay with your father, I'll stay.  I really don't want to drive back to town.  I'll need to call my folks to let them know where I am."

Daddy smiled, "That sounds like a good idea to me.  You guys be quiet upstairs.  I'm tired, and I'm going to bed.  The phone's over there on the wall, Derek."

Daddy slowly got up from the table and headed off toward his bedroom.  Scott walked along with him, then came bounding back into the kitchen as Derek was completing his phone call to his parents.

The three of us talked for another half hour or so.  Finally, even Scott was tired, and we headed upstairs.  Derek and I pulled a mattress from one of the unused upstairs bedrooms into my room.  Scott located some sheets and a light blanket and brought those in to us before disappearing into his room.

When he was gone Derek turned to me and said, "Your little brother is a neat kid."

"He is, but don't tell him I said so."

He laughed.  "You're lucky, man.  I've got a little sister, and she can be a real pest."

"Is it just you and your sister?"

"Yup, just the two of us.  There's my folks of course, too.  Where's your mother?"

"She died about six years ago.  That's when we moved back to Indian Crossing."

"That sucks.  I'm sorry."

"Thanks. Scott and I still miss her, but I think Daddy misses her the most."

I sat on my bed, and Derek sat on his mattress on the floor.  We talked about football, school, music, growing up in Fenokachee County, and other miscellaneous stuff.  Finally our conversation slowed down.

"I guess it's time we went to sleep."

Derek lay back on his mattress, "I think you're right.  What time is it anyway?"

"Almost one.  I'm tired."

I let Derek use the bathroom first.  When I got back to the room after peeing and brushing my teeth, Derek was standing by my bed.

"Could I get you to do something for me before we turn in?"

"Sure, whaddaya need?"

He rolled his right shoulder.  "I've got a kink in my throwing arm.  Could you sort of rub on the shoulder a little bit to loosen it up before I go to sleep?"

I gulped.  "Ah, sure..."


He pulled his shirt over his head revealing his beautiful, chocolate brown, muscular chest and six pack.  I felt a twinge in my groin.  Gawd, I hoped he hadn't noticed the movement of my dick inside my pants.

He sat down on my bed with his back to me.  I reached out and started rubbing his shoulder and upper arm.

"Man, that feels fantastic!"

I felt fantastic to me, too.  "You've definitely got some kinks there."  My dick was growing harder as I worked on those beautiful muscles. 

He groaned and leaned farther forward as I continued to work on his shoulder and arm.  Within minutes he was lying stretched out on my bed.  I started to include his other shoulder and some of his back in my ministrations.

Several minutes later I realized that Derek had fallen asleep.  I stretched out on the bed beside him but kept rubbing his back, even daring to let my hand wander down to the waistband of his jeans where the elastic band of his Calvin Kleins poked up above the blue fabric of the Levis.

I fell asleep with my hand still pressed against the smooth skin of his back.

(To be continued)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Some of the characters who play parts in this story were previously introduced in "When Love Comes" (last posted in the College section on Sept. 6, 2001), "Love of a Lifetime" (last posted in the College section on May 19, 2003), "Finding Family" (last posted in the College section on June 5, 2008), or "Construction Job" (last posted in the College section on July 24, 2008). While not necessary, readers may find it useful to read the earlier stories posted on this site.  All of the Adams State/Carterville stories listed above as well as my other stories are also posted at

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