Quarterback Keeper: 10
Introduction to Gay 101
Tyler woke in a panic. He was afraid he'd overslept and all the boys were waiting outside the weight room for him to start morning conditioning. Then he remembered it was Friday and there was no conditioning. As he started to go back to sleep, he realized that he wasn't in his room, he was in Joe's room--in Joe's bed! Tyler thought maybe he could sneak back to his room and try to make sense of what he had learned about Brett and what he hoped for with Joe.
Joe was still asleep, and his gentle breathing was a comforting sound. Tyler decided to roll over and take a quick look at Joe sleeping. When he rolled over, that's when he saw it. Joe had morning wood and his cock had found the fly and freed itself from its cotton prison. Tyler had seen other men's cocks--what athlete hadn't--but now he could look at it and admire it without the risk of being caught and outed.
Without thinking Tyler reached out and touched Joe's erection. It was strange, while it felt much like his own cock, touching Joe's cock had an added dimension of sesusuality and lust--it was intimate. Suddenly and without opening his eyes, Joe said, "Did nobody ever warn you not to play with a loaded gun. It might go off prematurely."
Tyler startled, pulled back his hand and made to flee the bed, but Joe caught him and pulled him in for a hug. After giving Tyler a moment, Joe said, "You do understand that sex only works if we touch each other. Let me make this clear for you; you have my permission to touch me when we are alone. If I am not in the mood, I will tell you. Obviously, if I'm using power tools or frying bacon, it is not a good idea to play with my cock." Tyler laughed. "If we are going to be more than just friends, we have to feel safe about initiating intimacy. So, I have given you permission to touch me; do I have permission to touch you." Tyler eagerly nods his approval into Joe's chest.
"Tyler," Joe said, "are you comfortable telling what you have done with other people. I am already aware of your exploits with Rosy Palmer. You really should learn to close your bedroom door all the way." Joe suddenly felt Tyler's face grow warm on his chest, and he gave the boy a `we all do it' hug.
"I've never done anything with a guy. Aside from porn, I haven't even seen a guy stroking himself. I have had sex with several girls; you know, to keep the straight image going. I really don't think I was very good. Aside from just scratching an itch, the only thing I got from it was some locker room cred. Afterword, it felt like when you fumble the football in a non-conference game and you have a 40-point lead. You know it was a mistake, but it wasn't worth losing any sleep over."
Joe laughed, "I never thought about it that way, but you're right. A gay guy having sex with a woman is just a meaningless fumble. Let me show you what it's like to score." Joe pushed Tyler back onto the bed and started kissing him. After some hot kisses, Joe began a slow descent of Tyler's muscular athletic body. Joe worked on Tyler's neck, and for one wicked second thought of leaving his mark, but his internal voice said `you're not in middle school', so Joe traveled down further to Tyler's nipples. Tyler's nipples were standing proud and very sensitive. Joe was certain that with enough time he could make Tyler shoot just by sucking on his nips.
After prolonged tongue play, with what Joe discovered for Tyler was an intensely erogenous zone, he continued his exploration. Joe ran his tongue from the indentation below Tyler's Adam's apple, through the canyon created by muscular pecs and abs to the navel. Teasing Tyler's navel elicited laughter and an increased flow of precum.
Joe reached Tyler's pubes and inhaled the musky aroma of an athletic god reaching the prime of his sexual potency. The scent provoked in Joe a primal need to display sexual dominance. Joe breathed deeply, his chest expanded in a muscular display, and his own cock began to drip heavily and release his own pheromone rich scent.
Finally, Joe was ready to turn his attention to satisfying Tyler's most carnal needs. Tyler's cock and balls were not impressive because of their size, but because of their perfect proportions and form. It was as if an ancient Greek sculpture was attempting to produce the Platonic ideal of the male genitalia. Joe lavished attention on each testicle before turning his attention to Tyler's noble phallus.
Joe ran his tongue along the hypersensitive underside of Tyler's cock. When he reached the glans, Joe teased it and lapped up the sweet honey it was oozing. Joe looked up at Tyler and saw that he was grabbing the headboard and exposing his moist armpits, his face was frozen between agony and ecstasy, and his eyes were tightly pinched closed.
Joe parted his lips and slowly devoured Tyler's manhood. Inch by inch he descended until his nose was once again buried in Tyler's pubes. Tyler's body went taut and he produced a low, savage moan. Tyler lacked the practice to delay the inevitable and soon his entire body was racked with an ogasmic spasm, as he flooded Joe's mouth with cum. Joe swallowed Tyler's seed and continued to coax out more. At last, Tyler's body stopped twitching and went limp. Joe slowly move up to give Tyler a kiss and share the taste of sex.
After a while Tyler moved to reciprocate, Joe stopped him, and pulled Tyler back to his chest. "Tyler, you are not ready for that. If you want to return the attention, use your hand."
Tyler grasped Joe's cock and slowly began to stroke. Whatever experience Tyler may have lacked as a gay lover, it was clear he was an expert at manual stimulation. Tyler varied the speed and the grip frustrating Joe's ability to reach climax for quick release. Tyler was determined that Joe's orgasm would sustain him until their next lesson. At last Joe couldn't take the delay of gratification and moaned, "Please Tyler, let me cum."
Tyler tightened his grip and gave two quick strokes. Joe's hips lifted from the bed and his cock shot volley after volley of pearly semen. Some landed on Tyler's face and the rest glazed Joe's own torso. Tyler lifted his head from Joe's chest and turned to look at his teacher. A dollop of cum clung to Tyler's top lip; he gathered it with his tongue, and--after a moment of savoring its taste--swallowed it.
Tyler started to speak, but Joe put two fingers on his lips to silence him. Joe took Tyler's hand and led him to the shower where touch and a ritual of mutual bathing would communicate all that needed to be said.
Joe and Tyler went to Matty's for breakfast before heading to Ames to see Mary and do a few chores. All through breakfast Tyler had the goofiest grin on his face. When the waitress came to take the orders, Tyler couldn't even pull himself together to decide what to order. Finally Joe said, "He'll have a tall stack of pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs, and coffee."
"How did you know that's what I wanted?"
"Because that is what you have ordered every Saturday morning since you moved in."
"Oh, I guess it is." Then Tyler smiled and made a silly little sound.
"Wait, did I just hear you giggle? Please tell me that I did not hear a giggle?"
Tyler made the sound again.
"Shit that was a giggle. I hope the team doesn't find out their new coach is a giggler. That gives me an idea." Joe stood up and said, " Hey, are there any Rattlesnake football players in here this morning?" Four juniors in the back booth stood up, and Joe motioned them over."
Tyler turned red and slumped in his chair, "Please Joe, don't..."
"Hey coach, what do you want," the leader of the group asked.
"Well Coach Simmons...," Joe paused. "Coach Simmons and I have a bet as to how many pancakes the four of you ate this morning. I say it was twelve. Coach Simmons says more."
"Sorry Coach, between the four of us we ate 16 pancakes."
"Damn, I lost that bet. Why don't you bring me your tickets and I'll pay for your breakfasts."
"Gee Coach, thanks."
When the boys had left, Tyler smiled and said, "Asshole."
"No, we don't get to that until lesson number five." Joe said with a wink.
Mary stepped onto her front porch with a pitcher of iced tea. "Hey, Joe take a breaked."
Joe had been weeding the flower beds that flanked the steps to Mary's porch. He stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and took the offered glass of refreshment.
"Thanks Mary. Iced tea was the national drink of Oklahoma and Mary's sun tea was always a welcome offering on Saturday morning.
Mary looked out at the lawn, "Tyler seems particularly happy this morning."
Tyler was pushing Mary's old lawn more. He had removed his shirt and rivulets of sweat were flowing down his tanned, muscular upper body and disappearing into the waistband of his cut offs. When Joe and Tyler visited Mary, Tyler's dog Sunshine usually came along. She would follow Tyler around, her tail constantly wagging. Joe often wondered if she was remembering playing with Tyler in the yard, catching a ball, or chasing a frisbee.
"Yeah, he does seem happy this morning," Joe said with a smile.
"You and Tyler were later this morning than usual."
"Oh."
"You know, Tyler has never really told me that he's gay. It is just something I have kind of realized over time. Something a mother picks up on."
Joe was quiet, not sure what to say. Mary continued, "I just hope the man he finally finds, loves him as much as I do."
Joe looked at Mary and nodded. She smiled and said, "Thank you."
Tyler finished mowing and came to the porch, "Hey, is there a glass of tea for me?"
"Of course, mamma wouldn't forget about her little Stinkpot."
"Mom please. I just got Joe to stop calling me that."
"Is that right Joe?" Mary asked.
"Yeah, I've decided to call him giggles."
Mary laughed, "In junior high Tyler was ahead of the rest of the boys in maturing except for his voice changing. It was kind of funny to hear this boy voice coming out of an athletic teen's body. One day in the school cafeteria...."
"Mom, not that story!" said a mortified Tyler.
"Tyler, this is for your own good. Joe needs to know what he's gotten himself into...Anyway, Jimmy Hobbs was drinking milk and someone told a joke. Poor Jimmy ended up shooting his milk through his nose. Tyler couldn't help laughing, except it was more of a giggle. For the rest of eighth grade, the boys called Tyler Giggly Wiggly." Mary paused and gave Tyler a smile, "Of course they learned to shut their traps the first week of freshman football when you knock them into the next week. They learned that only mamma--and now Joe--can mess with my stinkpot."
Joe smiled and said, "Hey, it's time to get some lunch." Joe looked forward to Fridays with Mary and Tyler. Lunch was one of the things he liked most. The Ames Cafe served up a great Chicken Fried Steak with mashed potatoes, both smothered in white gravy. After lunch, they drove Mary home and said their goodbyes. As Joe was driving out of Ames he said, "Let's go to the apartment in Tulsa for the weekend."
"I didn't pack any clothes."
"That's okay, I have a jockstrap and a necktie you can borrow."
Tyler smiled. Joe popped an Eric Clapton CD into the stereo, found "Tulsa Time," then pointed the truck East. Eventually, Joe turned the music down and said, "She knows."
"She knows what?"
"You're gay."
"But how?"
"She's your mother. She probably knew before you did."
After a few minutes of silence, Tyler asked, "Do you think she knows...you know...does she know about us."
"Yep Giggly Wiggly, I'm pretty sure she knows."
Outed
"Oh fuck...I'm cumming...ah...ah...aaaah...fuck it's sooo good." Joe flooded Tyler's mouth with jizz. Tyler made a valiant attempt to swallow all Joe's cum, but the volume forced Tyler to pull off and the last couple of shots covered his face with cum.
As the fog of sex began to clear, Joe marvelled at the affect Tyler had on his cock. He couldn't believe that just two days ago Tyler and never even received a blow job, let alone given one. The first time Tyler attempted to suck cock, Joe stopped him a few times to caution about the teeth and offer tips on technique. However by Sunday morning, years of mastering a playbook combined with a desire to please made Tyler an amazing cock sucker. In fact, Joe would have nominated him for rookie of the year if such an award existed for sexual athletes. Tyler was also working on forestalling his own tendency to quickly cum, but Joe's oral expertise along with Tyler's raging sex drive made that a nearly impossible task.
Tyler's favorite thing to do after cumming was to use Joe's chest for a pillow and cuddle. Joe gently rubbed Tyler's back and eventually asked, "Are you okay with this?"
"That depends"
"Depends on what?"
"If you are asking if I am okay with giving and getting blow jobs, the answer is yes. If you are asking if I am willing to settle with just giving and getting blow jobs, the answer is no. I want you to teach me everything."
Joe chuckled, "You are one eager beaver, you know that?"
"Yes I am, and beavers do have a thing for wood," Tyler said as he grabbed Joe's cock.
"Whoa there stud. You may be twenty-two, but I am not. I have to have some recovery time. Let's get some breakfast, make that lunch, and then head back to Salt Fork. If you are a good boy, we might be able to start lesson two."
Tyler was up in a flash and headed for the shower. Joe just laughed. Not long after he heard the shower start, Joe's phone rang. He looked at the caller ID. It was Robert Anders. "Shit," thought Joe, "What does he want?" Then he picked up the phone.
"Good morning Robert. What can I do for you?"
"Are you and Coach Simmons at home?"
"No, we decided to spend the weekend in Tulsa. Is there a problem?"
"Yeah, Reverend Hill found out about Zach and all hell has broken loose this morning. The Reverend tried to make Zach confess his sin in front of the congregation. Zach stood up and said he was gay, but he would never say that what he felt was wrong or a sin. Old man Hill started ranting about how fags were all sick going to burn. Avery grabbed Zach and pulled him from the church. April and I chased after them, but they were already in Avery's car and gone."
"Were you able to find them?" Joe asked with alarm.
"Avery finally brought Zach home with him about thirty minutes ago. Joe, it looks like Zach has been hit."
Now Joe was mad. "Did Zach say who hit him?"
"No, but I have a good guess. Someone sent Hill a link to a website called `Salt Fork Fags'." There is a picture of Avery and Zach kissing. And...uh...the site also mentions you and Tyler."
"We're going to head back now. Is Zach staying with you? That's the plan, but I don't know whether Hill will get the law involved to try to force Zach back home."
"I will call my attorneys; expect one to show up. The firm is Epperson and Smythe. Don't let anyone in the house without showing ID."
"Thanks Joe."
"Tyler and I will be breaking some speed limits to get back to Salt Fork."
After hanging up, Joe pulled up "Salt Fork Fags" on the computer. The first thing on the page was a dark picture of two people kissing, one of whom was wearing a baseball cap facing backward. The next picture was an adjusted photo that showed two boys kissing. The image wasn't very clear, but if anyone was familiar with Avery and Zach it was easy to figure out they were the ones in the photo. The caption read "Salt Fork athletes: which team are they playing for?" The site included the names and pictures of some other students and a few locals who were the subject of speculation about their sexuality. Then near the bottom was a headline, "Hot new football coach moves in with confirmed bachelor, coach, and history teacher, Hum?"
Tyler walked out of the bathroom naked and still dripping. "Where are we going for breakfast, I need to know if I should wear my everyday jockstrap or my dress jockstrap?"
"Change of plans Tyler. I'll tell you about it on the way back to Salt Fork." Then Joe handed Tyler his lap top and went into the bathroom. A few minutes later Joe heard Tyler yell, "What the fuck!"
After a quick shower and locking up, they were ready to hit the road. Joe tossed Tyler the truck keys and said, "You're driving; I need to make some phone calls. Also, find a drive through and order some food. I can't deal with this on an empty stomach."
Joe's first call was to Barron Smythe, his lawyer and a partner in the law firm. After explaining the situation, Barron said he would get an associate to the Anders house with a TRO ASAP, but said it wouldn't stand a challenge for long if Reverend Hill got to a judge on Monday.
Next Joe called Bill Masterson to fill him in on what was happening. Joe knew that Bill would back him, but his next call he wasn't so sure about; it was to Jerry Wilson, the head coach of the Rattlesnake football team.
"Hello Joe, I was expecting your call," Wilson said.
"So, you've heard."
"Yep, I already had a few parents and players call me. I assume Tyler is with you?"
"He is."
"Tell him I may be a dumb football coach, but I'm not a stupid bigot. Plus, I am not losing my starting quarterback and offensive coordinator when I have a shot at the best season in my entire career."
When Joe told Tyler what Jerry had said, Tyler breathed a deep sigh of relief and blinked away a small tear. Joe reached over and put his hand on Tyler's leg, "Don't worry about anything. No matter what happens, you are on my team." The next tear was bigger."
After a bit, Joe said, "I need to call Tony and fill him in."
Once they got to Salt Fork, Joe and Tyler drove straight to the Anders' home. The Anders' house was on a 40-acre hobby farm on the edge of town. The house was set back in the property and there was parking behind the home so no one could see Joe's truck. April Anders answered the door. "Robert and I are so glad you came so quickly," April said. "The boys really need to talk with you guys." It was clear from her protective tone that in her heart, April had already adopted Zach. "They are in the study with Robert and an attorney."
When Joe and Tyler entered the study, they saw Avery and Zach sitting next to each other on a leather sofa and across a small coffee table Robert and a 30-something man neither of them knew was sitting on matching leather chairs. The man introduced himself, "I am Liam Smythe, my uncle is Barron Smythe. I apologize for the casual dress. When Uncle Barron called I was just getting ready to tee off. I went straight to Judge Vogt and got the TRO, then came here."
"No need to apologize, we were rather casual when Robert called us," said Joe. Avery was the only one who caught the innuendo and gave a small smile.
Robert said, "Why don't Liam and I go grab a beer and let you guys talk with the boys for a bit."
When Robert and Liam were gone, Joe and Tyler sat down. Instantly Zach started to sob and Avery put his arm around his friend. "This is my fault," Avery said.
"Why do you say that?" Joe asked.
"I know Gracy Carr is behind the website," Avery said. "I asked Gracy to the prom in April, and I set up Zach with Gracy's best friend, Amber McGuinn. I figured that Zach and I taking two cheerleaders to prom would be good cover. I didn't count on Gracy thinking I wanted to date her. After Prom, she kept trying to get me to take her out on a date. I made excuses, but she never took the hint. Finally, she got pissed and said she would get even for me leading her on. I swear I did nothing to encourage her, but a week before school was out, I found a card had been slipped into my locker. It said `Congratulations on your wedding day.' under that were two tuxes with A-Z written under them. I didn't tell anyone, not even Zach."
"I could see Gracy slipping you the card," Joe said, "She is vindictive and has a mean streak, but she's also a complete tech moron. She couldn't even figure out how to submit her assignments using Google Classroom. If she is behind this, she has to have help."
Zach spoke up, "I think it is her cousin, Connor Carr. He and I used to be close friends; we even flirted a bit, but it never went anywhere. I stopped hanging with him when all he wanted to do was smoke weed, play video games, and watch porn. He is a wiz with computers, and if some of the porn he watched is an indication, he is either gay or bi. So it makes sense that he would know all the rumors about who is gay in town."
"How did they get the picture?" Tyler asked.
Avery and Zach looked at each other. Finally Avery said, "A couple of weeks ago, Zach had just pitched a great game. We grabbed a couple of Cokes and went to the park to celebrate. We didn't think there was anyone around and I gave Zach a kiss."
Zach added, "Connor doesn't like sports. Even when we were friends he never came to one of my games. But the last couple of weeks he's been showing up to the ball field. I think he has been stalking me. I am sure he followed us to the park that night."
Joe excused himself and walked out to his truck. He called Kent Walters and explained the situation. Kent said not a problem, give me an hour.
When Joe returned, Tyler had gotten permission to bring Sunshine in the house, and she was providing some much needed animal therapy for the boys. Joe motioned to Tyler to step over and have a private conversation. "Tyler," Joe said, "You need to call your mother and tell her what is going on. She doesn't need to hear about this through the grapevine, or worse yet if someone decided to make it a media story." Tyler looked unsure, then Joe put his hand on Tyler's shoulder and said, "Look at me. She already knows, she loves you, and I'm pretty sure she likes me."
Tyler smiled, "Oh, I know she more than likes you." Then he went outside to make the call.
Robert and Liam returned to the room, and Liam asked Zach for a dollar. Zach looked confused. Joe smiled, handed a dollar to Zach and said give this to Liam. After the money was exchanged, LIam said "Good that makes it official, I am your lawyer Zach."
"But, I can't afford a lawyer," Zach said.
"Don't worry. Your legal fees have already been covered."
The doorbell rang. April came to the study and said, "Benjamin Hill and the Sheriff are on the porch."
Liam said, "Everyone but Robert stays here. We will deal with this."
Joe moved closer to the door so he could hear what was going on.
Robert opened the door and said, "Good afternoon Reverend Hill and Sheriff Davis. What can I do for you?"
"I'm here to get my son."
Liam stepped forward, "That is not possible today."
"Why not?" Hill bellowed, "And just who the hell are you?"
"First, here is the copy of a temporary restraining order precluding you from any contact with your son. Second, I am Zach's lawyer."
"Bullshit, Zach doesn't have a lawyer."
"I assure you he does."
"What is going on here Robert? I am your pastor and I am telling you to stay out of my family."
"Benjamin, Zach is staying with us for a while, and I am no longer a member of your congregation."
"Zach is not staying here so you sodomite son can rape him!" Hill said as he tried to push past Robert and Liam.
Finally, Sheriff Davis said, "Just hold on Reverend Hill. This TRO is real and signed by a judge. If you attempt to contact Zach or force him to go with you, I will be forced to take you into custody."
"They can't just take my son." yelled an angry Reverend Hill. "Look," the Sheriff said, "you can get a lawyer in the morning and go see a judge, but tonight Zach stays here. Do you understand Reverend?" Hill just turned and stormed off.
Sheriff Davis said, "Robert, this could get ugly. If he comes back, give me a call. I will assign one of my deputies to set up a speed check just outside of town just in case he needs to respond quickly.
"Thanks Sheriff, I owe you one."
Davis smiled and said, "I'll remember that come election time."
When Robert and Liam returned to the study, April said was going to fix some sandwiches for everyone. Liam said, "Mrs. Anders, before you leave, I need to say a couple of things. First, you can expect a visit from the Sheriff tomorrow morning with an order for Zach to appear in court. Before then, I need to know if you are willing to take custody of Zach should we need to get aggressive." Avery shot a pleading look to his mother and father and they both said yes at the same time.
"Next Zach, you are 17, when do you turn 18?"
"In four months, October 15."
"Do you have a job? Just in case we have to push for early emancipation."
"I don't really, I get paid for mowing the Church lawn, but I am sure that won't happen anymore."
Joe piped up, "Just tell me what kind of job works and how much he needs to earn, and he will have it by nine o'clock tomorrow morning."
Liam looked at Avery and Zach and said, "Boys, I hope you know just how lucky you are." They both nodded.
"Now for the awkward part of this conversation. Mr. and Mrs. Anders, do you have a guest room for Zach to stay in?"
"Yes, we do," answered April.
Liam then looked at Avery and Zach and said, "Do you two understand why I asked that question?" They both nodded yes. "Good."
Joe remembered that while everything was happening, he'd gotten a string of texts. The first was from Tony asking if he should look for an alternative placement for Tyler. Joe's reply was, "Dont U dare." The next two were from Bill. "Need 2 see U morning," and "BOE meeting tomorrow"--Shit, thought Joe, I knew that was coming.
Then there were three from Kent Walters. The first said, "Carr files downloaded." The second said, "Carr computer now expensive brick." The third was the link to Salt Fork Fags,' but now when it was opened the site was called Salt Fork Frogs' and there was a cartoon frog singing "Hello My Baby." Joe sent back a text, "Thx buddy. Needed that."
After eating, Joe said he, Tyler, and Sunshine needed to get home. Liam walked out with them. When they were at the parking area, Liam asked, "Is there a motel in this town?"
Joe responded, "Nope. There's not one, at least one I would stay in, for twenty miles. However, if you're interested, Tyler isn't using his room right now." Tyler added under his breath, "Or, maybe ever again."
"Thanks," said Liam, "I appreciate that. I'll follow you."
When they got to the apartment, they discovered "fagget" spray painted on the door.
Tyler was pissed and said, "They'd better hope I never find out who did this. Who the hell would do something like that?"
Joe just smiled and said, "Obviously not a member of the National Honor Society. Look Ty, I've been called worse and by people who can spell."
Liam walked up and took a picture, " You never know when something might turn into evidence."
Inside, Joe said, "This might be a bit late to ask, but you're not bothered by gay men, are you?"
"Not at all, I'm a bi-twin."
"What's a bi-twin?" Tyler asked.
"I am straight and my twin brother is gay. We roomed together in college. He had to get used to hearing Oh Liam, you're so big.' I had to get used to hearing, Oh Lyle, you're so tight." Tyler blushed, Joe laughed, and Liam trotted off to bed.
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