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ANOTHER FIELD OF PLAY
Kyle looked out the window onto the darkened golf course. Rain was streaming down and lightning periodically illuminated the rolling hills outside the club. It wasn't the only thing in Kyle's vision. Reflected in the glass, he could see groups of women in tight circles, animated in heavy conversation. As for the men, well, they were all interested in one thing: Mrs. Martinson was teetering on the tabletop, performing a mock striptease. Kyle guessed that he was the only guy around not entranced by a drunk, heavily made-up woman making a fool of herself. Check that. He wasn't alone. Mr. Martinson himself seemed uninterested in his wife's antics. Instead, from what he could tell from the reflection, Joe Martinson's attention seemed to be centered on the man looking out the window.
Not only that, but Kyle noticed Joe was beginning to move towards him. The big man moved with an easy grace that had made him an outstanding baseball player in high school, college, and later, for a short period, in the majors. Like Kyle, during the course of the evening, he'd loosened his tie, unbuttoned a shirt button and rolled up his shirt sleeves.
"Great party Coach," Joe's voice was quiet but there seemed to be an edge of mock sincerity.
"Well your wife seems to be enjoying herself." Jeez, wrong thing to say, Kyle thought to himself.
"Yeah, that's Marlene alright. Eat, drink, and be merry tonight 'cuz tomorrow you might have to go shopping."
"Well, no one seems to mind. Whoops, well the other wives seem to," Kyle said nodding toward the enclaves of women. There was an awkward silence when both men seemed lost for conversation.
Looking back at his companion, Kyle was struck by the man's physical presence. Joe was only five years older than he was, and while Kyle still thought of himself as a kid, Joe seemed mature and stable while maintaining youthful looks. For Kyle's part, you could chalk it up from going straight from college into high school teaching and coaching. He never really had to leave school and grow up. He was carefree and unencumbered. Looking at Joe, he envied the man's constancy.
Part of Joe's resolute manner probably was derived from getting married in his senior year of high school to Marlene and a few months later, they became parents to Josh. The family followed Joe to the university when Joe was getting his degree, but Marlene and little Josh had not moved to Detroit after Joe started with the team. Instead they'd come back to here.
It was because of Josh that Kyle felt awkward around Joe. They'd never really been friends, but Kyle had always admired Joe. It was Joe's records at Northridge High School that had served as inspiration for Kyle to excel. Then there was Joe himself - All-America poster boy. Kyle followed his college and pro careers religiously. Then, suddenly, Joe was back in town and the reason for his departure from the Tigers was never fully explained. Even without a lengthy pro career, he'd parlayed his success into a growing real estate business. So, with a career, wife,
and son, Joe seemed to have it all.
Josh was never the athlete his father was, and while pushed into it, he never put his heart into it. Nonetheless, Kyle always felt a certain kinship with the boy. Josh had found a way to worm information out of him that Kyle usually tried to keep hidden. For instance, Josh knew that Kyle wasn't dating anyone and hadn't had a truly serious relationship. Josh almost knew more about Kyle than he was entirely comfortable with.
That's what made it especially hard when Kyle caught the boy breaking into the school and ripping off the petty cash box from the athletic office. It was the usual story: stealing to buy drugs. Josh was now in a drug rehab center upstate. Kyle had worked with the courts to minimize the impact on the boy and the family.
Kyle's relationship with the Martinson's had changed from cordial conversations to mere nods of acknowledgment.
"So ends another delightful Quarterback Club dinner," Joe finally interrupted the lull.
"Yeah, If I had my way we'd shorten them by two hours and limit everyone to two drinks," Kyle looked back at Joe. "I'm really surprised to see you and Marlene here after ..." Joe quickly interrupted. "You mean Josh. Well, I've been a booster for the athletic programs before Josh was even in kindergarten. Just because he's no longer on the team doesn't mean I'm going to duck out on my responsibilities."
Joe's eyes looked earnestly into Kyle's. "By the way, I was really impressed by your speech. I think you really opened some eyes about the drug problems in the school."
Kyle felt himself half smile. "I'm not sure of the effectiveness. After all, you and I seem to be the only sober ones left here."
Kyle felt Joe's hand move to his shoulder. "You know, I never did thank you for what you did for Josh. For that I am sorry."
The hand remained on Kyle's shoulder. "No thanks are necessary, Joe. I've always liked Josh. I wanted to see him get help." The weight of the heavy hand felt good on his shoulder. Kyle liked feeling close to this man. "You showed really compassion for all of us. I never would have realized how screwed up Josh's life was until it was too late."
Joe shook his head. "Marlene didn't notice anymore than I did, but maybe if we had had any communication beforehand, we might have pieced it together."
A loud crash of thunder shook the windows next to them. Both men found themselves chuckling nervously.
"Well Kyle, I better get Marlene home," Joe said nodding over to where his wife was now sitting slumped over the table where she'd earlier been dancing.
"Looks like it might be a good idea. Let me help you out with her."
"Thanks."
Kyle and Joe gathered Marlene up and placed her in the back seat of the Cherokee where she could sleep. The rain beating down steadily.
"Thanks again Kyle." Joe looked around the nearly empty parking lot. "Where's your MG?"
"Back in the shop, as usual."
"Well, let's not stand around getting wet. Let me drop you off."
Kyle bit his lip. "Thanks. I don't want to impose, but I don't relish the thought of walking home in this crap." Another lightning bolt crashed down hitting a tree on the golf course.
Joe stared at Kyle wide-eyed. "Well hop in. I don't relish the thought of you getting hit by a thunder bolt."
Piling into the car, Kyle said, "It's 1385 ... ."
"I know where you live," Joe said quietly looking over at Kyle as he turned the key. Kyle felt a twinge in his groin as he looked over at the 6-foot, 3-inch driver. Could it be?, he thought.
As they were driving down Townsend Avenue, Joe asked, "So, what's wrong with the convertible?"
"Nothing mechanical for a change, I'm just getting the cloth top replaced.
So, you like my car?" Kyle countered.
"You could say that." Joe smiled at Kyle slyly. Again, Kyle felt there was something being left unsaid.
Reaching over to down shift as they turned the corner onto Chatham, Joe's arm brushed against Kyle's. Kyle felt an almost electric charge race through him. Once again, he felt his eyes lock with Joe's deep blue orbs.
A snore from the back seat diverted their attention.
"She going to be alright?"
"Yeah, most of the time Marlene's got everything together. It's just when we're together in social situations that some off her bad traits surface."
"Well," Joe said changing the subject, "here we are." Joe maneuvered the Jeep into the driveway.
Kyle reached for the door handle but saw Joe reach out with his right hand. Gripping it, he once again looked deep into the blonde man's eyes.
A wave of energy seemed to be transmitted from Joe's arm into his own and travel through his body.
Kyle felt his mouth go dry and licked his lips. Ending the handshake, Kyle muttered, "Well, thanks again." He reached for the door handle and sprinted through the rain to the porch. Entering the house, he leaned back against the door.
"Oh gawd, what's happening here?" he said to himself. Pulling back the curtains slightly, he saw the Jeep still parked in the drive motionless. Then, seemingly after minutes, it pulled out.
Immediately, Kyle moved his hand to his crotch and groped the mound there.
"Shit!" Things were beginning to look complicated. Kyle had shied away from an emotional attachments, but now, it seemed, the living version of all his wet dreams seemed to be making a play for him. But, wishing for a thing didn't necessarily make it true.
Kyle had a couple of fuck buddies. His roommate from his college days lived 30 miles away and could provide some needed relief, along with Gordon, the lifeguard down at the community center.
Kyle moved to the bedroom. Flicking on the light, Kyle peered into the mirror on the south wall. What he saw he liked. The thick shock of wavy brown hair, the tanned skin and the thick mustached face topping the large, muscular body completed a picture of undeniable manhood.
Kyle started unbuttoning his shirt, staring at his reflection, and began toying with his nipples, his fingers running through the forest of hair on his hard pecs. A thin line of hair tapered down from the slab-like muscles, around his navel, and crept into his pants.
Hair wasn't the only thing sneaking into his pants, Kyle couldn't wait any longer to get his hands in there and relieve the pressure. Shucking off the shirt and tie, letting them fall to the floor behind him, Kyle unhitched his belt, unfastened the button and zipped down the gabardine slacks. They immediately pooled around his ankles.
Kyle began kneading the growing mound struggling to free itself from the worn jock. Eight inches of meat and two hefty balls seemed to be struggling to escape the cotton/lycra prison.
Kyle slipped his hand into the waistband of the underwear and looked at the framed poster hanging opposite the bed. There, in a publicity shot, was Joe 10 years ago in his jersey unbuttoned to the navel standing on the hood of a red sportscar. The publicity people knew there market, because Joe was obviously not wearing any kind of cup under his form- fitting pants. What appeared to be eight inches soft snaked down his right leg.
Kyle threw back his head and moaned as one hand caressed the hardening cock and the other pinched his right nipple. Jeez. Snap out of it. Don't let your imagination run wild, he thought. Gotta cool down. Looking around, he decided to pick up the place a little to center himself. Removing the remainder of his clothes, Kyle reached out for a pair of old lace-up football shorts he'd had since college. He maneuvered them over his massive thighs and Gently moved the hardening staff of his cock into place.
Kyle quickly put the bedroom in order and moved into the kitchen to load the dishwasher. His mind preoccupied, he was startled when he entered the living room and saw headlights illuminating the front curtains. Could it be? Glancing out the window, Kyle saw the same forest-green Cherokee in the driveway.
The headlights went off, and a car door slammed. Fuck, Kyle thought, if this married jock wants to play games then he's going to have to play by my rules. I'm making all the calls, and if he doesn't like 'em then screw him!
The doorbell rang. Kyle threw open the door. "Yeah, what is it? It's pretty late you know."
Kyle saw Joe's eyes dart up and down his physique. He seemed pretty impressed by the guy in the football shorts. For his part, Kyle was pretty impressed with the way Joe looked at that minute. While he hadn't changed, the tie was gone and the shirt was unbuttoned considerably farther than it had been earlier, affording Kyle a peek at the cushion of satiny blond hair on the man's chest.
Joe hesitated. "I forgot to give you something. Josh lifted it from your office months ago. I don't know why. Even more so, I don't know why I've held onto it." Opening his hand, Kyle saw his coach's whistle and the braided cord in the palm of the other man's hand.
"Come in."
Closing the door behind his guest, Kyle found the man within inches of himself. Stay in control. You don't know what this guy is really after, he said to himself.
"I'm truly sorry," Joe said, his eyes looking down. Then, meeting Kyle eye-to-eye, he said, "Can I put it on for you?"
Kyle's mouth went dry. "Sure," he said hoarsely.
Staring deep into his eyes, Joe slipped the cord over Kyle's head, and gently dropped the whistle to Kyle's chest. Joe began running his finger's through the dark hair on Kyle's chest, still hanging onto the whistle. Suddenly, Kyle felt the cord pulling him closer to his fantasy object.
As Joe pulled the cord, bringing Kyle's face to his, his other hand slipped behind Kyle's neck. Joe's hot breath filled Kyle's mouth, his lips first brushing and then slamming into Kyle's. Instantaneously, Kyle felt Joe's tongue enter his mouth. So much for control, Kyle thought as he mentally pitched his playbook away and brought his hands to Joe's shoulders. Their tongues began to duel between their mouths, their tongues began fighting like two, hot, sweaty wrestlers tying to gain the advantage. Breaking the kiss, Joe began slathering his tongue across his check, to his ear, and then down Kyle's jawline.
Meanwhile, Kyle's hands moved inside Joe's shirt front, and began massaging the broad, massive shoulder muscles.
Kyle pushed Joe's shirt back over his shoulders, unbuttoning it at the same time. The shirt dropped to the flagstone foyer.
Joe continued his descent down Kyle's body, bending his knees as he kissed and licked down Kyle's neck. Still bending at the knees, Joe pressed his lips between the hard, warm plates of Kyle's chest, his tongue playing with the dark forest of hair there. Kyle felt his cock lengthen in the shorts as Joe's tongue continued to wash his chest. Joe moved his mouth to Kyle's right nipple and began nibbling on the hard point. Then he moved to the other.
Joe's tongue followed the trail of hair down Kyle's sculpted abdominals. When he reached his navel, Joe began tongue-fucking the indention.
Looking slightly comical, yet undeniably hot, Joe continued to squat in front of Kyle, dressed in woolen dress slacks and wingtips.
Kyle put his hand under Joe's chin and lifted the big man to his feet. "Come on stud, let's go where we can both be more comfortable."
"Yeah babe, I've been waiting for this for so long."
Kyle took Joe by the waist and pushed the former short-stop forward down the hall. The breadth of their shoulders preventing them from walking side by side. However, it afforded Kyle the opportunity to admire the strong tapering back of his guest. He put his arms around Joe as they walked forcing his hardening cock into the crack between the massive globes of Joe's ass.
By the time they reached the bedroom, Kyle had unfastened Joe's belt, and had opened his pants. Entering the room, Kyle moved to the bed and lay down, still wearing the shorts and the whistle. He nodded to Joe, who correctly interpreted the nod as a signal to finish undressing.
Bending down, Joe removed his shoes and socks and let the pants drop from his hips. Still dressed in his silvery silk boxers, Joe moved toward the bed.
Kyle, was pinching his own tits as he watched the big man climb on to the bed. Joe bent his head and began untying the laces of Kyle's shorts with his teeth. Then, he put both hands on Kyle's hips and began tugging the pants down.
Kyle's hardened cock sprang free of the confines of the shorts, buy his legs remained prisoners with the stretchy fabric still confining his knees. Joe bent to the floor affording Kyle another look at the man's tanned, muscular back.
Rising, Joe smiled and waved the foil packet. After opening it, he placed the condom over Kyle's training prick, caressing as he pulled the latex down. Once covered, Joe then began slowly tongue bathing Kyle's cock.
Kyle watched the former athlete attack his cock like a pro. He shuddered as Joe's talented tongue played across his sensitive glans and plunged into the covered piss slit. Dropping lower, Joe began suctioning on first one ball and then the other, finally filling his mouth with both.
Joe then moved back to Kyle's cock. Kyle felt Joe suction in his cock, plunging centimeter by centimeter down the hardened length. Each movement causing an electrical current to ripple through his entire body.
Suddenly, Joe was down to the very base. And, just as suddenly, he'd backed off and was agonizingly inching his way down again. Kyle threw his head back and arched his back. Joe's hands to be everywhere on his body, exploring the crevices in his abdominals, his lats, the cavern between his pecs, around his shoulders, across his biceps, triceps, the entire lengths of his legs, and even the balls of his feet. Struggling for breath, Kyle asked, "You're not exactly a novice at this are you?"
Joe shook his head 'no,' pulling Kyle's cock with him. Then letting the pillar of flesh drop from his mouth, he sat up. "No, but it's been too long."
"Why, what happened?"
Joe's expression turned serious. "To be brief, It was when I was still in the majors. I was having an affair with a reporter from SI. When I decided to end it, he threatened to ruin my career. I panicked, came home and settled into my niche as husband and father."
Kyle sat up and moved closer to Joe. "So, why now? Why me?"
"For a long time, I've watched you. Wanted you. Then, last week, I saw you driving around shirtless with the top down on the convertible. Right then, I realized that I had to have you." Joe smiled shyly and nodded to the framed poster at the end of the be. "I'm sure glad that you are of a like mind.
Kyle put his arms around Joe, brought his mouth to Joe's and began a thorough oral examination. His hand's moved across the other man's heavy, muscular back, and slipped into the silk shorts, cupping each smooth, warm, firm ass cheek.
Kyle's hands then plunged into the front of the briefs and found the extension of the man. Still kissing Joe, he began jacking off the man with one hand, then the other, then both. Joe's prick began to lubricate Kyle's hands heavily.
Breaking the kiss, Kyle reached over to the night stand drawer and pulled out another condom.
"Same brand," he said with a touch of glee, and ripped it open with his teeth. Pulling down the shorts with the telltale bulge and wet spot, Kyle then began to mimic Joe's actions earlier. Kyle's mouth plunged down the expansive length of the male meat, inch by inch it made it's way down his throat. Joe's fingers caressed Kyle's thick locks of hair and brushed across his ears.
Whispering in Kyle's ear, Joe said, "Let's do it together." Now, completely stripped except for the whistle around Kyle's neck, the two men moved into a 69 on the bed. Move for move, motion for motion, the two men were in synch. As they moved close to climax, the men silently moved into each other's arms, kissing, and striping away each other's condoms.
Again, in synchronization, the two men began to shoot together, spray painting each other's bellies and hard, hairy pecs with the warm, sticky nectar.
Breaking the kiss, Kyle asked, "Will there be a next time?"
Joe tenderly kissed Kyle on the cheek. "Of course. It's time my life took a new direction, and, if you'll have me, I'd like to be a part of your life."
Looking into his new lover's eyes, Kyle replied, "Of course."
"I think Josh gave me the whistle for a reason. He knows I've been unhappy for many years and though I've never told him of my feelings, I think he's known for a long time."
Both men smiled, Kyle reached up and kissed Joe again on the lips as his other hand massaged the hairy chest. "Well, bud, half time is over. Time to get back on the field and score."
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