Date: Wed, 22 Sep 1999 23:07:56 -0700 From: Brent Stewart Subject: Outed in HS - Chapter 16 "Football Weekend" "Football Weekend" Friday arrived at last and tonight was the Killeen vs. Ellison football game. As the week went by, Brett and I continued to deal with whispering and stares from other students. Football practice was a haven of sorts. My mother had called the principal and therefore, the coach was making every effort to keep his job. The team acted as if nothing was amiss, except when we'd hit the showers. Brett and I hadn't gotten into what we'd later call our 'shock value' days. We showered at opposite ends of the communal area to avoid disturbing the sensitivities of the others. I guess we should have realized, that young teen minds would have visualized the two of us having sex. One day, I caught the eye of the guy showering next to me looking at my crotch, then over in Brett's direction. He then stuck his head under the water and seemed to exhale a sigh. Curious behavior, but I guess it was only natural that they would be interested in something so 'queer' as two guys having sex. Derek, more often than not, seemed to be obvious in his selection to shower the same time I did. And Eric was obvious in his selection to avoid showering anytime Brett and I were. Jose gave up showering completely. I wanted to tell him that his small dick only caused me to laugh, not get excited, but I thought that would be too much. Besides, the size of a guy's dick never mattered to me. I always looked at the whole package, from head to toes. Tonight's game would be the Homecoming Game, so it had more meaning than the simple rivalry. Mums with streamers of white and green, small footballs and megaphones, and plastic eagles were in abundance throughout the high school. Brett and I each bought Shelby and Shelly mums (they were our girlfriends after all). We also bought each other a bootineer to go along with the ones given us by the girls. Our letterman jackets were worn throughout the day and at the pep rally, we stood with the rest of the team to be cheered by the school. In the back of my mind, I never forgot the slurs and comments that were being made about me. I looked in the stands at the students cheering and clapping. It hurt to know that I had fallen so far in such a short period of time. Eyes avoided me as I looked in their direction, or I'd get a set of raised eyebrows. Each players name was called, to be honored and cheers of support accepted. When my name was called, I froze in anxiety at the response I'd get. The stands quieted down drastically, but there was no lack of enthusiasm from my fellow teammates, who seemed to be cheering and clapping for all they were worth. The stands reacted to them by picking up their applause. When I returned to my place in line, I received pats on the back and Derek even slapped me on the ass. This made me laugh out loud and the grin I received from him and Brett raised my spirits. Brett received the same support from the team and the students in the stands seemed as supportive as they had for any other player. I was the one who received his baptism in fire. This was ok with me; I was the defender after all. "I love you." Brett whispered in my ear as we left the pep rally with the team. We had to meet in the locker room with the coach, and prepare for the trip across town. I looked at his face and his smile and those sexy dimples warmed me all over. "You deserve a hug." I said. "But I'd hate to ruin your reputation." We both found my statement beyond merely funny and laughed so hard we almost passed out. Laughing is infectious and several of our teammates began to laugh with us. They more than likely didn't know what we were laughing at, but any chance to release tension, was welcomed. We piled onto the yellow tin cans and the bus driver hauled us across town to the Leo Buckley Football Stadium. We were the HOME team and entered the field lockers. The cheerleaders formed a tunnel, while reciting cheers and jumping about. I saw Shelby jumping up and down. As I got to her in the line, I ducked down and tried to look up her skirt. I got the reaction I hoped as she blushed a deep red. I smiled and continued on into the lockers. I prayed to God, as I knelt with the rest of the team, and asked him to allow me to play a great game. Coach finished his prayer and we all jumped up, stuck our hands out and topped our teammates hands with ours, "ELLISON EAGLES FLY!!" we yelled and followed the coach out, on to the field. Banners were made by each school, which would be ripped through as we ran onto the field. Killeen would go first, them being the VISITORS. We waited as the announcer introduced the Kangaroo's. The Killeen Cheerleaders unrolled the over eight feet tall, 15-yard long banner for their team to run through. I was still walking out when I was struck still by the image on the banner. It was against KISD policy to depict or single out any players on these banners. Profanity was prohibited as well. Killeen's banner was conspicuously absent of any prohibited representations, unless you were me and had just been outed in your school recently. The banner had a football player in Ellison green and white bending over. The player had blonde hair sticking out from his helmet. In front of him, a kangaroo had been drawn standing in a blocking position. Its pouch seemed to be extending out a lot more than necessary, with the football players mouth almost touching it. The banner read "GIVE IT TO THEM HARD". Derek grabbed my facemask and put his face right in mine. "Suck it UP! Don't fucking lose it on me Brent." I looked him in the eyes as my blood began to boil with rage. The stadium was packed to full capacity; even the end zones had benches full of people that would not normally be there at any other game. I shifted my eyes away from Derek's and looked into the stands. Killeen fans were yelling and screaming. I noticed some people giving each other high-fives. It looked like every set of eyes, on every single Ellison fan, parent and child alike, were locked on Killeen's banner. I looked back to Derek and tears had formed in my eyes, clouding my vision. Brett came running towards us and just got to where we were standing, when Derek grabbed me in a hug and didn't let go. Brett joined the hug and before it ended, the Ellison Eagles must have appeared in a huddle, with one player in the middle, from the Stands perspective. Derek was the last to break the hug as we prepared to run through our banner and onto the field. Their football team had destroyed Killeen's banner and the paper gathered off the playing field. We didn't win the football game, but I had carried the ball for six touchdowns. I played one of the best games of my life that night. The game was won in the last 20 seconds, when Killeen kicked a field goal; final score was 55 - 52, Killeen. Ellison fans stormed out of the stands and onto the field. They descended on us and patted our backs and shook our hands. You'd have thought we'd won the game the way they were reacting. Their reaction stemmed from the simple fact that Ellison had never won against Killeen, or even come close to winning in the past. "We ALMOST won tonight! We'll get them NEXT year!!" This phrase was repeated over and over to me, as parents and students congratulated me on playing a fantastic game. On our way to the locker room, Brett and I walked side by side; tears flowed down our faces and our hands itched to reach out for the others. We ALMOST won more than just the football game. We ALMOST won acceptance. Almost still left a long way to go. "Did you ask your mother if you could spend the night?" Brett asked. After we arrived back at Ellison, Brett and I showered and changed. There was a Home Coming dance at Chris's house that we were invited to, but we both didn't feel like going. We hadn't had an opportunity to be with each other alone since the incident at my house. Brett's family was gone for the weekend; he had his house to himself. "I did and after she argued with my father, she told me I could." We were sitting in his car watching the rest of the guys pull out and head off to celebrate...something. "You could be a little more excited you know? I've missed you." He leaned over and we kissed. He tasted so good; I was reluctant to stop the kiss. "That's a start." He smiled. "I love you. I'm sorry I seem out of it. I can't get that fucking banner out of my head. I guess the entire city knows about us. I wonder when Cove will get the news? When we play them, they'll probably have a Bulldog with it's paws wrapped around my ass, fucking the hell out of me with the banner saying STICK IT TO 'EM!" Brett looked at me, and then burst out laughing. Tears of mirth were running down his face and I got caught up in it. "It's not funny!" I yelled through bouts of laughter and Brett laughed harder for it. "Did you see how big that Kangaroo's dick was?? You WISH I were that big!!" He was wailing with his head thrown back, clutching his stomach. That started another round of uncontrollable laughter. "Whew!" he kept saying over and over as we both regained control, wiping the tears from eyes and faces. "When we get to my house, I will be you and you be that Cove..." "SHUT UP!! I can't take anymore. My stomach is starting to hurt!!" I hit him in his shoulder. "Start the damn car and lets get to your house. I need to take a piss now." Brett laughed and started the car. On the way to his house, he'd laugh out loud every two or three minutes and I'd punch him and yell "Hurry up!! I can't hold it much longer!!" We arrived at his house and he parked the car. I jumped out and ran up to his front door. "Move it Brett, I'm serious! I'm about to bust here!!" "I'm coming!! Give me a fucking second to find the key!" When he got to the door, he pinched my ass and I thought I felt a little bit of piss escape my slit. I was dancing around, holding myself like I was five years old again. He opened the door and I ran in and down the hall to the bathroom. I must have pissed for ten minutes before I shook and stuffed myself back in my jeans. I turned off the bathroom light and went to look for Brett. I found him in the family room. He had light some candles over the fireplace and two more were burning on the coffee table. The radio was on and he was sitting on the couch. He patted his lap and told me to come over and lay down. I took off my shoes and shirt and laid my head on his lap, stretching my legs out on the couch. He began to massage my shoulders and back. I felt the tension leave as his fingers worked out the bundled muscles and I sighed contently. My face was in his lap and I caught the smell of soap, mixed with what I knew was him. I began moving my head, and rubbing my cheek along the bulge his cock created in his lap. He was responding to the movements and I felt the hardening and lengthening taking place under my cheek. I turned over in his lap, so I could look up into his face. He smiled down at me and leaned forward. I put my arm around his head and brought our lips together. His tongue entered my mouth and we drank deeply. I let go of him and he sat back up. He began running his right hand across my forehead and his fingers combed through my hair. It felt so good to just be spending this moment close to him and feel the warmth of his love flow over me. A song came over the radio and as he continued his ministrations, we both listened... "It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart. Without saying a word, you can light up the dark. Try as I may I could never explain, What I feel when you don't say a thing." "The smile on your face lets me know that you need me. There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me. A touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall. You say it best, when you say nothing at all." "All day long I can hear people talking out loud. When you hold me near, you drown out the crowds. Old Mr. Webster could never define, What's being said between your heart and mine." "The smile on your face lets me know that you need me. There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me. A touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall. You say it best, when you say nothing at all." As the song finished and the DJ said, "That was 'When You Say Nothing At All' by Allison Krauss." I looked up at Brett and he looked down and into my eyes. "What could be better than that?" He asked me. I couldn't control the overwhelming emotions of love that were traveling along our bond and tears began to pool in my eyes. He leaned down and softly kissed my eyes and a tear fell on my cheek from his. "Lets go to my room. I want you to make love to me." He softly said. I sat up and when he was standing, he reached out and I put my hand in his. He led me down the hall and into his bedroom. The only light came from the nightlight in his bathroom, causing his bedroom to be cast in a very dim glow, full of shadows. He took me to his bed and sat down with me standing in front of him. He used his hands and unbuttoned my blue jeans. I felt the zipper on the jeans slowly release the pressure caused by my swelling tool. He slid my jeans down and leaned forward. I felt his mouth close around the tip of my cock through the boxer-briefs I still wore. I moaned and put my hands on the back of his head. He worked along the shaft and my cock lengthened until it was straight up, the tip sticking from the top of the elastic band. The coolness of the material from where his mouth had soaked it, touched my skin and I shuddered, when his hand cup my balls. He moved his head and looked up at me; looking down at him. He looked down again and I felt my exposed cock head enter the moist, hot interior of his mouth. He used his hands to slowly pull my briefs down and engulf more of me in the warmth as more flesh was exposed. Keeping me in his mouth, he slipped the briefs off my legs, his mouth moving up and down my gland. I removed myself from his mouth and bent forward, meeting his lips with mine. I took hold of the bottom of his t-shirt and lifted it up and over his head. "Lay back." I whispered to him. I knelt down and unbuttoned his jeans. I could fill his stiffness as I unzipped the jeans. Starting at the bottom of his cloth encase shaft, I worked my mouth along it and continued to pull his jeans off his hips and down his legs. He lifted his body to allow me to undress him and his cock head entered my mouth, surrounded by material still. The material around the head was soaked with his precum and I sucked the juices out. His cock pulsed in my mouth, adding more flavor as I worked. I sat back and took the jeans all the way off. I grasped the elastic of his briefs and moved them down and off, exposing him completely. The strong smell of his sex made my mouth fill with saliva, as I anticipated the full flavor of him in my throat. "Make love to me Brent. I want you so bad." He breathed. "Lift your legs." I directed. He bent his legs and placed his feet on the edge of the bed. That spread and exposed the area I wanted to work on. I leaned forward and using my cheek and nose, lifted his balls and used my lips to massage the ridge of muscle that led from under his sack to the beginning of his puckered hole. Brett groaned and pressed into my massage, slightly rocking his body as the pleasure along nerves reached his brain. I used a finger and began massaging his hole and I felt the muscle loosen and tighten, trying to grab hold of it to pull it inside. He was moaning loudly, then gasp as he felt my tongue replace my finger. The flavor and smell where nothing like I expected. He was clean from our shower, yet there was a boy musky smell and a light taste of sweat and something that made my mouth water. I used my tongue to work into his tight shoot and plunged it in and out. He relaxed and the juice from my mouth worked to lubricate the entry. "Now Brent! Enter me now! I climbed on to the bed and turned his body into position. He lifted his legs and placed them on my shoulders. His feet locked behind my head for support. I aimed my cock head and moved to enter him. I was dripping with precum, which provided the only lubricant needed to insert about three inches. The heat was amazing and the tightness!! A thousand sensations travel up my cock and dispersed to every nerve ending in my body. Brett was talking to me with comments like, "Oh yeah...deeper. Umm...oh Brent, there! There! Right there!" He'd moan and work the muscles in the tunnel to pull me deeper. Once I had about six inches in him, I began to rock my hips back and forth. He knew just when to tighten and release his hold, to give both of us the most pleasure. I sped up when he told me to go faster and deeper. We were rocking the bed with our combined rhythm and I was breathing hard. I'd never felt anything like this and the experience was overwhelming me. "Don't stop Brent, but look at me...um...look at me!" I looked down at him as I keep our rhythm. "I love you Brent." He said. "Ah..ha..ahh..oh..yeah. Brent, open your eyes. This is...oh yeah...this is the first time for me." His body shuddered and another jumble of sensations moved through me. "Kiss me." He breathed. "I want to remember every moment and every..AHHH...oh my GOD Brent, there!! Do that again!! YEAH...deeper!!" I leaned down and locked my lips to his. I darted in and out of his mouth with my tongue. Both our mouths were as dry as could be, but still I wanted to feel his tongue. "I'm going...Brent I'm going to come." He managed to say when my tongue allowed the words to escape his mouth. When I heard this, my body responded with the beginnings of my own orgasm. The build up was like nothing I had felt before. It seemed like every nerve was being touched along my legs, traveling the network. When the feeling pooled in my balls, they tightened. We both came at the exact same moment. One hundred folds, was my orgasm increased when his ass muscle constricted with each eruption of cum from his body. I buried myself deep within him and pumped what seemed like a gallon of seed. The slickness created by my cum, sent even more pleasure into my body. His muscles spasmed, jerked and released around my cock. Our mouths fought to stay in contact. With one final thrust, it ended. I lay on top of him and he held me tight against his chest. Our breathing was now so erratic, it seemed as if we both had ran a marathon. I made to pull out, and Brett said, "NO!! Stay in..stay in." With my cock still buried in him, he removed his legs from my shoulders. Somehow, positioning himself so he was now facing away from me, but his back against my chest in a spoon position. Every move he made, I felt through our connection. I wrapped my left arm around his chest and pulled him in close. His ass muscles had a firm grip of my deflating cock. We both sighed in contentment. "I love you Brett. That was beyond words. That was my first time too." I said. And it was. Robert had only made love to me; Brett and I had an oral relationship until tonight. "I'm glad we shared it with each other. I truly love you with every ounce of me." He said. We fell asleep about 15 minutes later. My arms were full of my lover and I was still in him. Our bond, our bodies and our hearts connect us. ------------------------------------ You may contact me at brent@cutey.com with comments, whether positive or negative. This day was the beginning of my current sexual position preference. I am a top by choice, but a bottom when necessary. :-P The next chapter should be along in a couple of day. Thanks.