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FOOTBALL DREAM
PART 3
Branson led the way out of the locker room. It was a good thing that my little brother, Jeremia, had taken my car off to some party. I let him have it from time to time because he wanted to always look "cool" and his piece of shit truck just never quite did it for people. Nevertheless, I was glad finally tonight that I didn't have to worry about a vehicle because I was going home with my lover, my Branson.
The door clicked behind us and we walked to the only truck in the parking lot. All the lights in the area were off already. I guess we spent too much time in the locker room! NAH!!
We didn't talk all the way to the truck but when we finally got there, he opened my side first. I got into the truck and set my bag down. I always loved the smell of his truck. It smelled like my baby...that's for sure. Anyways, he got in his side of the truck, looked around real fast and then leaned over to kiss me. I felt his lips brush mine and then his tongue dart out. We started to passionately kiss and then he pulled back and smiled. "Not here babe... hehehe... that's just for starters though!"
He started the truck and then turned his lights on. There was a note or something on the windshield. He rolled down the window and reached around for it. He opened it up and read it quickly. Branson laughed and then handed the note to me. I couldn't believe it. It was from Annette. I knew that she wanted Branson for a long time but she never said anything. It was always in flirting and shit like that. She followed him around like a little puppy and he never seemed to notice. I knew why now but always wondered then. I guess she felt that she needed to be a little more direct. She wrote that she loved the game and would like to go hang out sometime. I looked up at Branson without saying a word. He looked over as he put the truck in gear, "Trav, don't even worry. I've got my baby. There's no need to find another." I leaned back and smiled. He was the greatest.
We pulled up to his house and all the lights were out. Branson hit the garage door button and we pulled into the garage. When the door came back down, he quickly leaned over and planted one on my cheek. "Dude... Branson... we'll never make it inside your house at this pace!" He laughed and I grabbed my bag. He opened the door and yelled a ritual "I'm home!" to see if anyone would respond. Nobody did as we expected... but you never could be too sure.
He led the way to his room, all the while removing his shirt and shorts so that he was just in his boxers. I wanted to grab him right there on the way up the stairs to his room on the second floor but I figured I should wait and get to the place where we could lock the door in case of some weird early arrival of his parents. We got inside his room, and Branson locked the door. He turned and smiled his cute little smile. I sat down on the bed and took my shirt off. This was a special time. He walked over to me and we passionately kissed as though we never have kissed before. He laid me down on the bed and we moved together as we kissed. This was the sweetest kiss I have ever had. His tongue rolled around with mine as I caressed his back. He was so smooth... so hot... so mine! I felt like I was in a dream... a dream that I never wanted to wake from.
Branson kissed me for what seemed like hours. At one point without breaking the kiss, he grabbed for his remote for the stereo and turned it on low. It was some classical CD that he had in there... no doubt used for when he was studying or maybe even going to bed. He dropped the remote and we continued to kiss. I felt smothered in his embrace but I didn't care. I wanted to occupy the same space as he. Our bodies touched in every possible way. We couldn't get closer to each other.
I moved my hands around the elastic of his boxers. I pushed past them and felt the ass I was in love with. I grabbed handfuls of soft flesh, the same flesh that I pounded my love into only a while earlier. I heard him grunt a little and knew I was doing something right. I prodded my way to his hole and started to play with it lightly. He pulled up a little and started to laugh. "Trav, man, I can't get enough of you. This might sound crazy again but I really need to have you inside me. I just can't get enough of it. Hell, that's all I thought about driving home a bit ago. I love you."
I pulled up high enough for him to remove my boxers and shorts. He then stood up and took off his boxers. He reached over and brought out some vaseline. I laughed. "Looks like you keep yourself busy," I said. "Man, you have no idea Trav. I couldn't stop thinking about you since we first met. I swear I hung on every word you said. Every time we talked, I was captivated. I fell to pieces when we parted. Dude, I just can't stop saying it. I LOVE YOU!" He screamed it and his voice cracked a little. I could tell his heart was racing and he moved back over and kissed me quickly. Branson then pulled out the vaseline and greased me up. I thought I'd shoot from that alone but he was careful to go slow. He knew it wouldn't take much to send his boy over the edge.
And then, as carefully as he lubed me up, my Branson got ontop of me. He lowered himself down. It still was pretty tight but he loved it... HELL... I loved it. He grunted again slowly and all it did for me was make me want to plow hard up into his ass. I resisted though because I wanted him to take his time...work my cock all the way in before I did anything. I laid back feeling the most intense feelings of my cock being consumed by his boy pussy. It was warm and tight and more importantly, it was mine. I finally felt him settle all the way down. He looked down to me and, I swear, it was the cutest face I had ever seen. I didn't make a sound but I caressed his legs with my hands. I wanted him to take his time. This was his time. I had more control in the locker room and I fucked him like any teenage boy full of lust, but this was different. I wanted him to feel love... not lust. I leaned down and we started to kiss again as he pulled up slowly from me...and then back down. He worked a slow pace which didn't bother me. I had all I wanted and didn't care if we did it like this for all of eternity. He finally whispered into my ear, "Fuck me!" Damn! His voice did it to me every time. I started pushing up inside him making him bounce up and down more. He leaned back some and started using the momentum of the bed to go as deep as he could. Since nobody was home, he let out some pretty awesome moans! That only encouraged me to go faster and faster, grunting and groaning out loud with him.
I couldn't hold out any longer. I pulled him down and our mouths met as I filled his insides once again with my love for him and only him. I kept moving my hips as my cum splashed deep within him. Branson finally shot and I felt the warmth of his cum hit between us. This only made the kiss that much more passionate. His ass kept pushing down on my sensitive dick. I knew he didn't want me to stop but it was starting to soften. I finally managed to lift him off of my cum covered cock.
He placed his head down on my chest and we laid there for a while not saying anything. There wasn't much to be said at this point. Our relationship was much more than a physical attraction. In the short evening, we fell madly in love with each other.
I was the first one to speak. "You know, I always dreamed of this day that we could be together like this but I never really thought it would happen. I mean, I saw you with all those girls and was just sure that the last thing that would ever happen is us making love. Where do we go from here bro?"
I knew he was thinking and wondering the same. We weren't just two guys whom nobody knew. The whole fucking school would turn upside down if they found out. Yeah, sure, nothing would ever keep him and I apart but still... there potentially could be a lot of grief if the team members found out or even suspected something. I was more concerned about them than the rest of the school. Those guys were good friends... yeah, not really good friends at all if they didn't accept us but we weren't exactly at a gay friendly school.
"Trav, I don't know. I really wish I did because I don't want to lose you or have to hide what I feel for you." He started to kiss my chest lightly and I started to hear him crying. I pulled his face up and saw the tears roll down his face. I felt his pain. Here we were together, naked, covered in sweat...the way we wanted to be but the world would never accept that. FUCK IT!
"Branson, dude... I want to be yours and I want you to be mine. Fuck it! Let's just take it day by day and not worry about it. We can be discreet at first and try to keep it down but if people find out, who fucking cares. We love each other so it doesn't fucking matter."
He laid his head back down on my chest and I soon heard him laughing. "What would coach say?!? Two of his best defensive players are fucking each other! You could say we work well as a team... the both of us. In AND out of bed!"
I couldn't help but laugh as well. Here were two football jocks embraced in each other completely naked. I started playing with his hair. He lifted his head again and said, "Now it's my turn." I looked at him funny but soon knew what he was up to. Since we had laid there for about 20 minutes, it gave me enough time to recharge. That little bastard was just waiting it out so he could... damn.... he's a great kisser. He started kissing my chest and slowly went down. The closer he got to my cock, the harder it got. I closed my eyes and felt his breath and then his tongue all over my stomach. He licked my belly button and kept going down. I felt him take my stiff rod with his hand and then felt the second most intense thing that my cock has felt... his velvety mouth. I loved kissing him but his tongue can to a lot more than just kiss.
I was in complete heaven. I moaned out his name and each time I did that, it got better. I could barely breath but I didn't want it to stop. My lover was giving me the best blow a guy could ask for. He worked it like an expert. He licked the bottom of my shaft and even teased me a couple of times. He would pull out now and again but I finally put a stop to that. I grabbed some of his hair and pushed him back on. I could hear him laugh a little and start working away again. I tried...DAMN I tried to hold it back but I couldn't any longer. I tried to warn him that I was about to erupt but I could barely get a word out. I was paralyzed with pleasure and erupted my jizz all in his mouth. I heard him slurp away and take all he could. Some managed to trail out of his mouth and back onto my body. I felt him lick it up and then I opened my eyes to see the cutest boy alive looking back up at me with my softening dick falling out of his mouth.
I pulled him up again and we kissed again. His body on mine was too much for him. I felt him tense up again just from our touching and rubbing and he came all over between us again. It was sexy. He laid his head down and we drifted off to sleep. I wanted to fight it because I was sure this whole thing was a dream, but from the game and fucking my Branson twice... I couldn't stay awake any longer.
I woke up really fast. My eyes weren't adjusted at all but I was sure that the night before was a dream. I was alone. I looked around and then realized that I wasn't in my room and that I was still completely naked. I sat up and stretched a bit. The door was wide open and I could hear someone downstairs.
"Branson?" I yelled.
"Travis, come on down. Don't worry, nobody is here."
I walked down the stairs forgetting the fact that I was still not wearing anything. I got to the kitchen and found Branson cooking something on the stove. He was wearing red umbros and covered in sweat.
"What in the hell were you doing?"
"Oh, yeah. My parents wanted me to mow the yard before they got home tomorrow. I figured I'd get it out of the way while you slept. There's no way I could do it while you are awake. I wouldn't want to be gone that long."
I laughed and walked up to kiss him. His smell was intense. The sweat on his body only made me think of one thing again, making Branson mine again. His musk was the best smell in the world. I couldn't stop kissing him. He pushed me away a bit so he could keep cooking but I wouldn't leave him alone. I finally had to force myself off of him. I went and sat at the table waiting for him to finish. I really wasn't hungry yet but I didn't want Branson to know that. He cooked this special meal for me and I wanted to enjoy it. And I knew that the rest of the day was going to be a blast as well. We both got a good night's rest and we had this house all to ourselves. Now what do you think two horny teenage boys would do with an opportunity like that?!? After this meal, we'd find out.
TO BE CONTINUED...
********************************************************************** ** Alright, I know it has been ages since I last wrote about these two. I got TONS of emails about these guys and finally got around to writing the third part to the story. I wrote a third part long time ago but it lacked quite a lot so I dumped it and only a few people actually read it. In fact, if you have it for some strange reason, I'd really like for you to email it back to me. I lost it when I got my other computer. I'd really like to see it and see if there is any way I can work out all the kinks in it.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this third section. As always, please email me and tell me what you think. I'd really like to hear from you. I make it a point to email pretty much everyone who writes me. My schedule makes it hard sometimes but I usually get back around to writing everyone!! Please, drop me a line... and... oh yeah... email this to your friends!!!
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