Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2022 21:00:52 -0600 From: William Marshal Subject: Quarterback Keeper: 26 Quarterback Keeper: 26 The Champ "Oooohhhh Fuuuuck'" Joe moaned with a deep and loud growl. Tyler was railing his ass like a pit bull fucking a poodle. Joe couldn't remember all of the furniture and surfaces he had been fucked on in the last 24 hours. Joe thought to himself, "The boy's going to pay for this weekend." Joe and Tyler had brought Ian to Tulsa for a celebration. The previous Thursday he had taken first place in his race at the Oklahoma State High School cross-country meet. The strategy of flying under the radar paid off, as the two top teams stayed focused on each other and forgot about Ian. By the time they realized Ian had made his move, his lead was too big to close. Gerald Brainard went ape shit when Ian crossed the finish line. He began to yell obscene and homphobic insults and finally the meet directors had him escorted from the meet. As a result Brainard didn't get to see his son accept gold as part of the team championship. Jeremy Brainard took second in the individual competition and was standing on the winners' stands when Ian accepted his gold medal. Jeremy turned to Ian and said, "I am so sorry my dad is a homophobic ass. Congratulations on your win. I hope we compete in college." "Thanks," Ian said, "That means a lot to me." So, after the football game on Friday, they loaded up the pickup and headed to Tulsa. The Rattlesnake's had won the game and with a 6-2 record made the playoffs for the first time in two decades; however, Joe noticed that instead of being in a mood to celebrate, Tyler was on edge. The pressure was getting to him, and Joe knew it was time to pop the stud's pressure valve. Thus, Joe's ass was getting a workout like never before. Suddenly, all the muscles in Tyler's body tightened, he uttered a savage groan, and released another load deep inside Joe. To Joe's amazement, Tyler's eruption triggered his own cock to spasm and shoot onto his chest. "Shit Ty," Joe said, "I can't believe there was anything left in my nuts." Tyler collapsed onto Joe's chest and said, "Sorry." "What are you sorry for," Joe said. "I feel like I've been selfish and using you for stress relief," Tyler said sheepishly. Joe kissed Tyler and said, "Hey babe, sex is a good way to relieve stress, and it's cheaper and more fun that therapy." Tyler laughed, "Thanks, I needed that." "I want you to remember," Joe said, "I love you and will do anything to keep you happy and healthy. Even if that means I will be walking funny for the rest of the week." Tyler kissed Joe's right nipple and lay down on his hairy, muscular pec. "You are so good to me," Tyler said. "Besides, the minute the football season ends, your ass is mine for a long weekend." Ty kissed Joe, "You bet stud." Out in the Tulsa burbs, Michael and Ian were making the most of having the house to themselves. Charles and Mindy went to the Country Club for brunch. Ian's medal was swinging from his neck as he bred Michael. Michael had insisted that Ian wear it because, as he said, "I want to be fucked by a champion." Michael's legs were on Ian's shoulders and Ian's cock was buried deep. When Michael contracted his sphincter Ian burst his nut into Michael, who responded with his own body quaking orgasm. "Damn babe," Michael said when he caught his breath, "you are on fire today. I'm not complaining, but where did this new man-in-charge attitude come from?" "I guess, I've never really gotten much recognition for anything athletic. My brothers were the athletes. They have always been into rugby, but I don't really have the build for that sport." "Plus," Michael interrupted, "your face is too pretty. It was made for kissing, not hitting." "Hey, I'm no snowflake." Ian said with a bit of irritation, "I can take and give a punch. Don't forget, I'm a Scot." "Hey babe, I'm not questioning your toughness. I know you're a badass Highland gangsta." Ian rolled over in a feigned pout and said, "Now you're just mocking me." Michael straddled Ian and started to tickle him. Ian squirmed and laughed uncontrollably. Ian was finally able to push Michael off and reverse positions. He pinned Ian's arms above his head and said, "Look buddy, I am no snowflake. I can kick your ass as well as fuck it." Michael got quiet. "Oh Michael," Ian said softly, "I didn't mean anything by that. I was just teasing you." "I know," Michael said. "It's just that you would kick my ass. Hell there are middle schoolers that would kick my ass. I don't think I am weak or afraid. It's just that I didn't have brothers or cousins around for roughhousing, so physical confrontation isn't a part of me." "Hey, I know you aren't weak. When we wrestle around, we are pretty evenly matched. I also know you aren't timid. So why is it when we play fight you're okay with that?" "I guess it is because I know you would never hurt me. I feel safe with you, and.... "And?" "It's sexy," Michael said with an impish smile. Ian rolled off of Michael and pulled him into a hug. "So tell me what you want. Do you want to train for the MMA?" "No," Michael said, "I just don't want you to think I'm a pantywaist." Ian grabbed Michael's face and said, "You are not a pantywaist. I know that if I or your family or anyone were threatened, you would jump in with all the fury of a momma bear protecting her cubs." "Gee thanks, a momma bear." Michael said quietly. "Hey there is nothing more fierce or selfless than any momma protecting their own. You might not be out their looking to show off your tough ass, but when the chips are down, you will be a frightful fucking terror." "I guess so." "I don't know where this is all coming from, but I can see it is bothering you. You're still planning to come live in Salt Fork for the summer, right?" "Yeah." "Maybe, we could sign up for some martial arts classes. Can't you just see us as sparing partners?" Michael finally smiled, "I'd like that." "So while we're confessing our insecurities, can I tell you mine?" "Of course." "Well I still can't believe I'm dating a rich prince. I just wonder when you will get tired of slumming with the peasants and go find someone better. Someone from another noble family." "Scotsman," Michael said crawling on top of Ian, "you are talking crazy. You and I are the same. Yes, my family has money; I didn't earn it; I didn't work for it. However, you babe I am working everyday for your love. Do you understand, you are my prince." Ian nodded and Michael lowered himself to his love. They lay naked and entwined, kissing and caressing each other. Finally, Ian said, "We'd better get ready. Joe and Tyler will be here in an hour to pick us up for lunch, and then I've got to get back to Salt Fork." In the shower, Ian was washing Michael's back when he asked, "Do you ever think we will get enough sex? You know, like when we are living together." "Well, do Joe and Tyler ever get enough sex?" "Hell no, they are fucking bunny rabbits, although at times I think bunny rabbits with tusks," Ian said with a snicker. "I don't think we will either. I mean I never want you to pull out. As soon as you cum, I want you to do it again." "I agree! If we didn't have to wait for our cocks to reload, I think we would starve to death." Ian was stuffing his clothes into his bag when they heard Joe honking. Ian and Michael climbed in the truck, and Michael said, "You know Uncle Joe, you could call us rather than honking your horn and annoying the neighbors." "I could, but I need to occasionally make sure my horn is working, and Tyler won't let me honk at cute boys with hot asses anymore." "That's right," Tyler said. "Ok boys, where did you decide we are going to eat?" Joe asked. Ian and Michael looked at each other, smiled, and yelled "Smashburger!" "Yes!" Tyler said and gave them each a high five. Joe just rolled his eyes. Michael ordered a Classic Smashburger with extra Smash Sauce, Ian ordered a BBQ Bacon Cheddar Burger, and Tyler went super meat eater with a Smoked Bacon Brisket Burger. All three added sweet potato fries. When Michael saw that Joe ordered a salad. He pointed and mouthed to Ian, "Fuck bunny food." Ian blew Dr. Pepper through his nose. Joe smacked Michael on the back of the head, and said, "Watch it boy, or it will be a long dry spell between now and Christmas." "Yes sir," Michael said, sitting up straight in his chair. While the lunch was fun, it was time to get on the road back to Salt Fork. After dropping off Michael, it wasn't ten minutes until Ian was sound asleep. Joe and Tyler rode in silence until they left Tulsa in the rearview mirror. The bridge over Keystone Lake had a great view. It was a warm Autumn day and several fishing boats were working the area. Joe reached over and touched Tyler's knee, "What's bothering you?" Tyler didn't say anything. "Hey babe, talk to me," Joe said. "I'm more than fine with you using my ass for stress relief, but something is bothering you. What is it?" "Guess it's the playoffs." "Hey, you're in. Jerry has never made the playoffs and I am sure he's beyond happy. Everyone knows you're a big reason for this year's success." "I know, and we have no illusion about playing in the championship game. Even if we win the game on Friday, we would face Shuttuck in the next round and they will hand us our asses." "Okay, so why are you so worked up?" "We play Ringwood next week at Ringwood." "I see, Ringwood was Ames' big rival when you were in high school, but I think there is still something you're not saying." "It's not just the school, Caleb Tefft is one of their assistants. Ringwood is his alma mater and we played against each other starting all the way back in T-ball. We have hated each other since we were kids. A couple of weeks ago he started sending me texts when it became clear Salt Fork and Ringwood would likely play each other. He just keeps talking smack. Also he called my a fag and said I was your girl." "Oh, so he's the reason my ass is sore." "Maybe..." "And I thought it was because you couldn't get enough of my sexy booty." "Well, that too," Tyler said. Tyler was quiet again for a while, and Joe just let him think. Eventually Tyler said, "He challenged me to a bet.... Loser gives the winner a blow job." "What did you reply?" "At first, I didn't say anything, but he just kept sending shit like: `you're afraid to bet because you know Salt Fork is going to get its collective ass kicked. So finally, I told him that I wasn't making the bet because we were going to beat them like a drum, and I didn't want his skanky lips anywhere near my cock." Joe laughed, "Damn that was good..... Do you think the reason you guys hated each other was because you each saw something in the other that scared you?" "Do you think he's gay?" "I don't know, but don't you think it's strange that he would offer such a bet when he knows you are gay? You know, a lot of guys are homophobes because it's themselves that they fear, not gay guys." "So what do I do about Tefft?" "My guess is he will stop messing with you once Salt Fork beats Ringwood like a drum." "What if we don't win?" "Oh, so you are afraid?" "Maybe a little. We are pretty evenly matched." "So is that the real issue?" "Huh?" "Salt Fork and Ringwood are evenly matched in talent, and you're afraid the game will come down to play calling. You're afraid your game plan isn't a winning plan. You're taking responsibility for winning or losing on your shoulders... What would you tell Avery if he was in this mind trap?" "We win and lose as a team. I know, but it just seems so cliche'.... And I really want it so much for Avery, and Jerry, and the team. They've put up with so much crap this year." "And yourself?" "Yes, I want it for myself. Does that make me bad?" "Absolutely not!" Joe said. "There are lots of coaches who say shit like, `it's just about the kid." I call bullshit. If coaches don't have a bit of themselves in the game, if they don't have an ego, then they won't do what it takes to make their teams the best. The key is to align your needs with the needs of your teams and never let your ego take control." "How did you get so wise?" "I had some great mentors when I was starting out. Also, I fucked up a lot in my first few years as a coach and teacher. Failure is a mean, but effective teacher." "I guess by this time next week it will all be in the rearview mirror, but until then, I'm going to need a lot of stress relief." "Oh, my aching ass!" Tyler laughed, "I think tonight it is my ass that needs some attention." "Shit, I'm not going to get any sleep this week," moaned Ian from the back seat. Joe and Tyler burst into laughter. Game Plan Monday was film and planning for the team, followed by a light workout. In fact, the whole week was going to be more mental than physical because Jerry didn't want to risk getting anyone hurt. During his meeting with the offense, Tyler handed out four play schemes. The first three were new variations to plays already in the Rattlesnake playbook, and the fourth was labeled GO FOR BROKE. "I am sure Coach Tefft, the Red Devil's defensive coach, has been studying our game films for the last two weeks getting ready for Friday. I know this won't sound professional, but I hate his guts and want to kick his ass." The team laughed. "However, while I don't think much of him as a person, I respected him as a player and now as a coach. He is tough and he is football smart. No offense has scored more than 15 points on the Ringwood defense this year. They are big and have been stuffing the run all season." "Their vulnerability is in the passing game. In class B, few teams face a passer with Avery's skill who also has three solid receivers. Our challenge is to keep them guessing so they can't dial up the blitzes. That's why we are adding some new wrinkles to our playbook. Also, we are going to work on changing up Avery's cadence to mess with their blitzers' timing." While the offense worked to enhance air attack. Jerry had the defense prepping for trench warfare. Ringwood was all about running up the gut. Their line was massive and their backs were bulls. Gang tackling was the order of the day. At home, Joe and Ian had their own game plan for keeping Tyler sane. Ian took over Tyler's chores and made sure there were plenty of freshly baked cookies. Tyler loved cookies. They were his comfort food. Joe dug into his files and found lessons for the classes Tyler was teaching. When Tyler asked if that was ethical, Joe laughed, "Ethical!? There's no ethics in lesson planning. We all beg, borrow and steal from each other. Hell, all the curriculum programs are merely glitzy repackaging of Plato's original lessons." Of course, Joe's greatest contribution to Tyler's sanity was the trifecta of deep sleep: prolactin, oxytocin, and melatonin. Heterosexual couples often get into tiffs because the guy wants to roll over and go to sleep as soon as he cums, but the gal want to talk. After sex, many a straight guy has mistakenly agreed to a weekend at a couple's retreat just to get his partner to shut up and let him fall asleep. But for the gay couple, sex is followed by the sweet bliss of cuddling up for a good sleep. Now that cross country was over, Ian threw himself into his music. Kendra had decided that it was time for Ian to perform a recital. She scheduled it for the second Sunday of Advent. The plan was that the first part of the program would focus on pieces with technical skills, but the second part would be adaptations of several holiday classics including a couple of jazzed up Christmas Carols. What Ian didn't know was that Joe had made arrangements for Ian's father to fly from Scotland to Oklahoma to be there for the performance. "Thursday night, I am taking Ian to Enid to get his tux fitted for his recital," Joe said to Tyler at breakfast on Tuesday. "Are you going to tell him about his father, or are you going to just surprise him at the recital," Tyler asked. "I'm going to tell him Thanksgiving," Joe said. "I don't want him getting emotional seeing his father and then having to perform before an audience, particularly one that will have a lot of his friends." "Yeah, that would be tough." Joe said, "I received notice that the components of our house are ahead of schedule and the contractor should be ready to assemble it by the third week in December." "Really? When can we move in?" Tyler asked. Well the foundations have all been poured and are cured and the utility services are installed and and just need connection. The manager said we should be able to spend Christmas Eve there." "Wow, I can't believe they could put it together that quickly." "Well, I usually wouldn't throw the Sinclair name and money around for something like this, but I wanted us to spend our first night as a married couple in our new house. It's amazing what you can get when you promise double overtime." "Are you sure they're not cutting corners? I don't want a leaky roof or bad plumbing." I told the company owner, if we got a shoddy house, our lawyers would claw back every penny we paid them plus interest. However, if the workmanship on our house and Cooper's house was superior quality, we would make the rest of the development a showplace for his homes." "He'd be an idiot to let anything slip by on those houses," Tyler said. "Well some people can't help themselves, but from what Mindy had said about these people we will get a great house that is better than anything that could have been built on-site." "So we will be moved in by Christmas?" Tyler asked. "I don't know about that. Likely all we will have is a bed and a coffee pot. I was thinking we would have a designer get new furniture for the place, so I doubt that will be installed." "That's okay. As long as I have you, a bed, and a Christmas tree, it will be the best Christmas Eve ever." Ian walked in to grab some breakfast, "But where will I stay?" "I kind of figured you and Michael will stay here on Christmas Eve," Joe said. Ian's eyes grew wide and he said, "Really, that will be so cool." "Yeah, Charles and Mindy will need a place to sleep, so I figure they can keep and eye on you guys." Ian's face suddenly lost all of its joy, "What!? We have to spend our first night of Christmas vacation with Michael's parents just down the hall?" "Is that a problem?" Joe asked, trying to hide a smile. "Is that a problem!? Hell yes, it's a problem. In Tulsa Michael's bedroom is in a different wing of the house, and here or at the apartment in Tulsa, it's not likely you could even hear us over your own bangarang." "What the hell is a bangarang?" Joe asked. By now Tyler was totally unable to control his laughter. "Bangarang, it's a Jamaican word," Ian said, getting frustrated. "It means hullabaloo, racket." Finally Tyler broke in, "Maybe I could offer a suggestion. How about if I ask Mom if Charles and Mindy can stay with her on Christmas Eve." Joe winked so only Tyler could see and said, "I suppose that would work...if Mary is okay with that." "Uncle Joe," Ian said looking as cute as he could muster, "can Michael and I stay in the master?" "Ooo...ich!" Tyler said while wrinkling his nose, "We'll have to burn the mattress." "Oh, right," like you and Joe haven't worn it out already." "Whatever," Joe said, "If you think you and Michael are man enough for the master, have a go." Ian grinned from ear to ear. "Just remember," Tyler said, "Whatever you fuck up, you clean up." Thursday when Joe returned after getting Ian fitted for a tux, Tyler was watching football. Joe could tell that Tyler was in a mood. He told Ian to lock up before going to bed. Joe went and grabbed Tyler's hand and said, "Come with me, babe." Tyler said nothing and followed Joe into the bedroom. Joe removed Tyler's and his own clothes and then led Tyler into the shower. Joe slowly massaged and worshiped his lover's gorgeous body. Tyler looked like a Michelangelo statue come to life. His muscles were hard and defined as if carved in marble. His handsome face hung in the balance between youth and manhood. His skin was flawless and smooth. The only deviation from the Renaissance ideal was that his cock was long and thick and his balls were full and hung low. When finished, there was not a square inch of Tyler's magnificent body Joe had failed to caress. "I need you inside me," Tyler moaned. Joe dried Tyler and then himself and then Tyler crawled onto the bed face down. Joe got out a bottle of herbal infused massage oil. He poured some into his hands and gently warmed it before applying it to Tyler's shoulders. Tyler moaned as Joe worked to release the last bit of tension trapped in Tyler's massive shoulders and powerful back. Finally, Joe began to massage the most perfect glutes. He slowly slid his fingers into Tyler's anal canyon to tease a soft and responsive hole. "Please Joe," Tyler said in a soft plea, "don't torture me anymore. Fuck me, I need you to fuck me." Joe did as his love asked him. He poured oil in Tyler's ass and onto his cock. Then he slowly entered him. When fully inside, Joe lay down onto Tyler and nuzzled his chin into the angle where the neck and shoulder meet. Tyler, softly moaned. Joe began a slow, rhythmic thrusting. While to an observer, Tyler might have been simply lying under his lover, he was far from passive. As Joe sensually fucked in an out, Tyler was contracting and releasing his sphincter on Joe's cock and driving Joe insane with pleasure. Each of Joe's thrusts punched Tyler's prostate and without warning he was awash in a glorious hands free orgasm. Feeling Tyler spasm beneath him gave Joe permission to inundate Tyler's guts with hot, creamy cum. Joe felt all the tension release from Tyler's body, and almost before Joe's cock had softened and withdrawn, Tyler was deeply, peacefully asleep. Joe gave him a gentle kiss and covered Tyler's naked body. Game On Tyler woke a new man. The quicksand of anxiety and doubt that threatened to swallow Tyler during the week was gone, and in its place was a rock of confidence and certainty. It was contagious. As Tyler walked the halls, greeting players and coaches with high fives, the entire team was filled with his energy. The Red Devil field was at the base of a hill with Ringwood High perched above. It was the first really cold game of the year and the Salt Fork faithful who had made the 45 mile trip to Ringwood were packed close in the visitors stands. Joe, Ian, and Zach were huddled under a stadium blanket to share body heat. Watching the teams warm up already had Zach agitated. "They are fucking monsters," Zach said, "Avery is going to get killed." Ian put an arm around Zach and said, "Hey, keep the faith, Avery is tough and Tyler has been working on a game plan all week to counter their size." "I hope so." In the visiting locker room the Rattlesnakes were gathered around Tyler. Coach Wilson had assigned Tyler the task of giving the pregame pep talk. "I saw many of you watching our opponents during warmups, Tyler said. I will not lie to you, they are big. Their line outweighs us on both sides of the ball. But they are slow, they are clumsy, and they lack team discipline. All season, they have pushed teams around like a playground bully, but tonight they have met their match. Tonight they face a team that is fast and well conditioned, that is agile and elusive, that is smart and disciplined. Tonight, we show them how to play football!" The team roared and ran onto the field. The game was a war with the smaller Rattlesnake's employing a strategy of maneuver and deception while the Red Devils relied on a brutal frontal assault. Salt Fork scored first, but Ringwood mounted two unanswered scoring drives to end the first half at 7-14, the Rattlesnakes behind. Again, Tyler was tasked with reviving the team's morale. "I will not bullshit you, they are big and mean and tough, but they are finished. They may not know it yet, but I saw it in the way they left the field. They didn't run off like they had the lead, they drug their sorry asses into their locker room in total exhaustion. We have taken the best the bully had to give and we are not beat. Now it is time for us to give him our best, to show him what it means to be Rattlesnakes!" Avery jumped up yelling, "Let's go kick their ass," and the team followed him onto the field. The Red Devils got the ball to start the game. They marched down the field, but had to settle for a field goal. The score was 7-17 In Salt Fork's first possession of the half, Avery picked apart the opposition secondary. The toll taken by the first half was evident to everyone in the stands. Ringwood's line could no longer bring a rush, and Avery had time to pick his targets. To increase the pressure on the defense, Tyler shifted to a no huddle to sap the last of the defensive line's energy. Ten plays later the Rattlesnakes were celebrating in the end zone. The score was 14-17. Following the kickoff the Devils started from their 15-yard line. Two plays in the Jake LaFevor forced a fumble and Salt Fork recovered on the 32. Tyler pulled Avery off to the side and said, "We crush them now." Tyler gave Avery a series of running plays designed to totally exhaust the defensive line. On the first play, Kevin pulled from his guard position and led Avery down the line. At the end of the line, Kevin slammed into the tight end and knocked him on his ass. Avery turned the corner and ran for seven yards. Six running plays later the Rattlesnakes were again in the end zone and with the extra point took the lead. 21-17. The fumble followed by Salt Fork taking the lead with a series of rushing plays did what Tyler wanted, it broke the Red Devil spirit. The Rattlesnakes controlled the rest of the game and the final score was 35-17. When the teams were shaking hands Coach Tefft said under his breath, "faggot." Tyler grabbed Tefft's arm, looked him in the eyes, and said, "I know who you are, and I know what you are." Coach Tefft, looked away in embarrassment. In the locker room the Rattlesnakes were going wild. It didn't matter that next week's game would certainly end their season, tonight they felt like champions. Coach Wilson stood on a bench and said. "That was a hell of a game. I have never been as proud of a team as I am of you guys. That was a true character test, and you passed with flying colors. I have three game balls to hand out. First to our defensive captain, Jake LaFevor, for forcing a momentum changing fumble. Second to our quarterback, Avery Anders, for inspiring leadership and a great game. Finally, a game ball goes to Coach Simmons for a winning game plan and a brilliant offensive season." After cheer, thank yous, and a fair amount of brotherly kidding, the team showered and loaded the bus for Salt Fork. When Tyler got home the apartment was dark. He slipped off his clothes and crawled into bed. Joe rolled over and pulled him in for a kiss. "Congratulations Coach Stud." "You know that was a team effort." "It always is, but it's a good coach that inspires a team to give its best effort," Joe said, as he kissed Tyler again. "I owe you a lot for this last week," Tyler said. "I would have been a total basket case without you. How did you put up with all my crap?" "Tyler, you are so incredibly easy to love," Joe said. "You are kind and caring. You are smart and talented. And you are so damn sexy," Joe said as he took hold of Tyler's stiffening cock. ******************************* Thank you for reading "Quarterback Keeper." I very much appreciate the comments and words of encouragement I have received from readers. 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