Quarterback Keeper

Quarterback Keeper: 12

Say the Word

Tyler was picking at his breakfast, and Joe knew he had something on his mind. "Do you want some more coffee?" Joe asked.

"What?"

"I asked if you wanted some more coffee."

"Oh, no I'm fine...Joe...are we ever going to?"

"Going to what?"

Tyler looked at his plate and said, "You know..."

"Are you trying to ask if we are ever going to fuck?"

Again, Tyler didn't look at Joe. He just nodded.

After a minute of silence, Joe said, "Not until you can look me in the eyes and say, `I want to fuck'."

After another period of silence, Tyler said, "I've got to get to conditioning." Took his plate to the sink and left the apartment.

"Auuugh, I might die of blue balls before that kid mans up and just says what he wants," yelled Joe. Frustrated, Joe got in his truck and left Salt Fork. An hour later, unable to even remember how he got there, Joe was looking at an office door with Academic Dean Anthony Kesslinger stenciled on it.

"Joe? What are you doing here?" asked Tony.

"Need to talk."

"Let me put my briefcase in my office and we can go to the Redbud for coffee and something sweet. Virginia is limiting my sugar and I would give my left nut for a cinnamon roll. Joe laughed.

During the Summer the Rosebud was less busy and Joe and Tony could find a quiet place to talk. "Okay Joe, what, or should I ask who, has your panties all knotted up?"

"I want a lover and perfect equal."

"Whitman: Among the Multitude," said Tony. "You know poets are bad role models when it comes to relationships. They talk a good game, but in the end most are just spectators, not players."

"I didn't come to discuss literature."

"So, why did you come?"

"For some perspective. Am I asking too much to expect Tyler to be my equal?"

"Yes, I think you will find him a great lover, but he may never be your equal. Hell, who do you know who is your equal?"

"You."

"If I am your equal, it is only because I have seen you at your most broken, because I was there the times when we almost lost you either physically or emotionally. Frankly, I hope Tyler never has to be there in that way for you. Not because Tyler wouldn't or couldn't be what you need in those times, but because I never want to see you that low ever again."

Tony's phone received a text and he replied before continuing. "I don't want to sound harsh, but the problem is yours, not Tyler's. You have fallen for the kid, but you don't want him to be a kid. You want him to be a young version of you, but he can't be, he also can't be me, and he certainly can't be Brett."

"So, Professor Kesslinger, what should I do?"

Tony laughed, "You seem to forget, I am a history professor. My job is to pick apart the past. If you want someone who can tell you about the future, there's a fortune teller on Randolph Street. The only thing I can predict about the future is that you are going to have to figure out what you want in the next two minutes."

"What do you mean?"

"That text was from Tyler, and he is on his way here."

"Asshole."

"Yep, that's me: Professor Asshole." Tony said as he waived to Tyler who just walked in.

Tyler walked over and was surprised to see Joe. He started to leave, when Tony said, "Sit your ass down in that seat young man." Tyler sat down and Tony continued. "I am not a relationship counselor. I can only tell you what works for Virginia and me. When you have a problem with the person you love you have two options: talk it out, or fuck it out." With that Tony got up and left.

Joe and Tyler sat in silence for several minutes, then as if orchestrated by Aphrodite, Joe and Tyler said in unison, "Let's fuck." They burst into laughter and Joe said, "We're going to Tulsa. You're driving."

In the truck Joe called Kent Walters. "What's up coach?" Kent said when answering the phone.

"Tyler and I are headed to Tulsa for a couple of days and I was wondering if your boys could watch Sunshine. They did such a good job when we were in Chicago."

"No problem. We'll go get her now."

"Great, do you remember the code to unlock the door?"

"I do, but you should remember that with my past training, a locked door is just a suggestion."

Joe laughed and said, "Thanks Kent."

The next call was to Coach Wilson, "Hey Jerry, Tyler and I are headed to Tulsa for a couple of days. Can you cover conditioning for the rest of this week?"

"You bet. And it's about time. The way Simmons was moping around today, I thought I was going to have to find a new offensive coordinator."

"He'll be a new man come Monday," said Joe and hung up.

"What was that about?" Tyler asked.

"Wilson wants to see a smile on your face on Monday. I just hope he doesn't mind an `I've been fucked goofy' grin." Tyler blushed and smiled.

Champions keep playing until they get it right."― Billie Jean King

When Joe and Tyler got to Tulsa, Joe said, "There is a CVS at the next exit. Get off there. I need to pick up supplies." When Joe got back in the truck he had a sack and a case of Lone Star beer.

"Lone Star?" aske Tyler.

"Yeah, if I am going to relive my youth, I need some Lone Star."

When they got to the apartment, Joe grabbed Tyler and himself a beer before putting the rest in the fridge. Then he took Tyler into the living room and they sat down on the couch. "We need to talk about the rules before we start."

"Okay?" Tyler said nervously. Joe pulled Tyler in close before starting.

"Rule one:" Joe said, "Always remember that I love you."

Tyler's face exploded in a smile and he threw his arms around Joe. "I love you too." Joe kissed Tyler and then continued.

"Rule two: If it is painful or is something you are not ready to do, tell me and we will stop and do something else."

"But I thought the first time always hurts," said a confused Tyler.

"It can," Joe said, "but you're an athlete. You know the difference between hurting and pain. It hurts to run wind sprints at the end of practice, but that's not pain. Pain tells you something is wrong, that you could be injured if you continue. Do you understand.?"

Tyler nodded.

"Rule three: porn isn't real; what we do is. We are not going to be doing some weird reverse, flying, double jointed monkey cowboy shit.....at least right away." That comment caught Tyler off guard and he snorted beer through his nose which made Joe laugh uncontrollably.

When they were finally able to continue, Joe asked, "Where was I?"

"You had just said, no flying monkey sex."

Joe shuddered, "Damn, I will never be able to watch The Wizard of Oz again. Rule four: making love is an act of sharing, but sometimes it is okay to be a bit selfish. If it is always about the other person you will begin to see sex as a chore and not a pleasure."

"Rule five: if you're not in the mood or you have something else on your mind, it is alright to say: no."

"Rule six: sex doesn't always have to end in anal. We have lots of ways to share and pleasure each other."

"It seems like I am forgetting something...Oh, yeah...Rule seven: "Always remember that I love you."

Tyler was overwhelmed with Joe's second expression of love.

After a bit, Joe said. "Are you ready to try?" Tyler nodded eagerly.

Joe grabbed a couple of beers and took Tyler into the master bathroom. "Okay buddy, this is one of the things they don't show in porn. I'm going to teach you how to prep." Joe began to remove from the bag the things he had purchased at CVS. Onto the vanity he placed several different varieties of lube.

"CVS, doesn't sell lube by the gallon," Joe said with a mischievous smirk, "So, since I was buying small bottles I got several kinds, so we can experiment and see what we like. You should have seen the poor cashier when I took all of this stuff up to check out. She blushed so much, she could have been your sister."

Next Joe pulled out several boxes of condoms and put them on the vanity. Then he took a paper from his wallet and set it on top of the condom boxes. Tyler had a confused look on his face, then asked "why?"

"Well, some guys like to use them because they feel it is cleaner, more hygienic. Kind of the way a doctor uses a latex glove during an exam. Also, this is the `come clean' moment. You have told me that you have not had sex with a guy, and the last girl was some time ago. So I believe you are safe, but I am not as pristine as you. So I thought it might reassure you to have a couple of boxes of condoms around. As for the paper. It is my last STD test. It is negative."

Tyler pulled out his wallet and placed a paper on top of Joe's. "Even though I am new to all of this, I thought this moment might come. So a week ago, I stopped by the University clinic and got tested so I could show you as well." Joe gave Tyler a hug and a kiss. It meant a lot that Tyler was planning for this day and was ready for it to happen.

Next Joe pulled out some Fleet enemas and unscented wipes.

"Okay Tyler the first thing is to write your name on your bottle." Joe handed him a sharpie. "There are just some things we don't share. When we get home, I will order something nicer than these, but they will have to suffice for now. Next, take off the lid and empty the solution in the toilet. Commercial enemas often have additives that we don't want." Joe filled both bottles with warm water and explained to Tyler what to do next. He took his bottle and went to the guest bathroom so that Tyler could have some privacy.

After a bit, Joe returned to the bathroom and knocked on the door. Tyler opened the door and Joe turned on the shower. When he inherited the apartment, Joe thought his uncle had been excessive in the design of the shower. It would comfortably allow three people to shower. It was designed so there was no need for a curtain or door to contain the water. In an alcove there was a bathtub under a picture window with a beautiful view of the Tulsa skyline. Sunlight from the window created a sense of dynamic motion throughout the day. There were multiple shower heads and the walls were covered with a black and grey granite with what appeared to be veins of copper running through it. Music could be channeled through hiddens speakers and a series of LED panels allowed for the programing of amazing lighting effects. A series of instant water heaters allowed the shower to deliver a continuous supply of softened water of multiple temperatures to different zones of the shower. One shower head could even fill the shower with steam, yet a custom ventilation system prevented the shower from raising the humidity of the rest of the apartment.. Yes, this shower was over the top, but Joe remembers his uncle's last years. Severe arthritis confined him to a wheelchair for long periods of time and this shower must have been a refuge from the pain.

Joe led Tyler to the middle of the room where a large rainshower was streaming a tropical torrent. Joe began to wash Tyler and soon Tyler was returning the attention. They explored each other's bodies and soon both men were fully erect. Joe dropped to his knees and took Tyler's cock. The young stud's moans echoed from the granite walls. Eventually, Joe moved the duo to a wall shower where Tyler could brace himself against the wall. Joe spread Tyler's ass and began to sensually rim his lover. Soon Tyler felt something new. A cool dollop of lube was being worked into his ass. Joe inserted one, two, eventually three fingers.

When Joe's exploring fingers found Tyler's prostate, the glorious explosion of sexaul stimulation it released left Tyler barely able to remain standing. Joe massaged Tyler taking him just to the edge but not over. Next Joe leaned against the wall so Tyler could explore his ass. Tyler carefully lubed Joe before inserting a finger, then two. Tyler carefully probed until he found Joe's prostate. When Joe let out a low moan, Tyler's cock twitched. Tyler was aroused by the knowledge that he was able to return the pleasure he had just experienced for the first time.

Joe straightened up and pulled Tyler to his feet. He gently dried Tyler before drying himself. The two walked into the bedroom and Joe pushed his nervous student onto the bed, then straddled his abs. After a few passionate kisses, Joe reached behind and grasped Tyler's rigid cock. Yes, this boy was ready. Joe slickened Tyler's cock then worked more lube into his ass. Sitting back, he positioned Tyler's pulsing penis at the entrance to his ass. "Are you ready?" asked Joe. He didn't need an answer, he could see the yes in his lover's eyes.

Joe pushed back and slowly his anus parted to accept Tyler. Tyler started to push and Joe said, "Try to wait. Let me take control." Joe continued to push down farther, and inch by inch he encircled Tyler's cock. Finally, Tyler was fully in and Joe was slowly contracting and releasing his sphincter. Tyler was struggling to remain under control. Joe could feel the tension in Tyler's body as he resisted the urge to thrust. Joe grabbed Tyler's wrists and pinned them above his head. After what must have been an agonizingly long wait for Tyler, Joe began to ride up and down on Tyler's straining cock. Tyler closed his eyes tight and his face contorted with exquisite ecstasy. Suddenly, Tyler lost the battle for control. He could not contain the overwhelming need to thrust up into Joe.

"Fuck...fuuck....fuuuuuuck," Tyler yelled as he exploded inside Joe. Multiple blasts of cum erupted from Tyler as his ability to think was replaced with primitive instinct and his mind was filled with the imagery of multi-colored flashes. As Tyler came down from his orgasm, his cock continued to twitch inside Joe until it fell out releasing a cascade of cum. Joe leaned forward and kissed Tyler. As he sat back up, Joe noticed a tear in the corner of Tyler's eye.

"What's wrong Tyler." asked a concerned Joe.

"I wasn't good."

"Why do you think that?"

"I couldn't control myself...I came too fast." Now more tears. "You didn't cum."

Joe rolled off and pulled Tyler into a hug. Tyler put his head on Joe's chest and said, "I'm sorry I'm no good. Do you want to not do this any more?"

Joe squeezed Tyler into his chest. "Tyler, you're twenty-two and this is your first time. Don't beat yourself up for being excited. Did you like it?" Tyler nodded his head on Joe's chest. "Do you want to do it again?" Tyler again nodded. "That makes me feel good."

"But what if I don't get better? What if I can't satisfy you?"

"Tyler, do you remember when we talked about your experience with girls? You said it was like fumbling in a non-conference game when the game was already won."

Tyler nodded.

"Do you feel like you just played a non-conference game?"

"No," said Tyler, "I feel like I did when I fumbled or threw an interception that cost the team an important game."

"Okay Tyler, something to remember as my assistant coach. No individual player can shoulder the loss alone in a team sport. Something to remember as my lover. We are a team. So what are team rules one and seven?"

"Always remember that you love me," said Tyler.

"Good, just make sure you were listening. So Tyler, if you didn't play as well as you wanted, if the team lost the game, what did you do?"

"Practiced harder."

"That's why I know you will be a great lover; you don't give up, you work harder. Plus, we have lots of time to practice. If need be, we may have to resort to two-a-days."

Tyler finally laughed then said. "Joe, do you want me to...you know..."

"I want you to stay right here. I need to hold you and just be with you. Is that okay with you?" Tyler nodded, and soon both drifted off to sleep.

Uncle Joe

Joe was awakened by the sound of his phone ringing. When he looked at the caller ID, he saw it was Mindy. "Hey Mindy, what's up?"

"I got a call from my people that the alarm was turned off in the apartment. Are you in Tulsa?"

"Sorry about that. I should have called the security company and let them know Tyler and I are spending a few days."

"No problem. However, I would like to ask a favor of you."

"Sure, what do you need?"

"Would it be alright if Michael and I come to see you?"

"Sure, what time?"

"How about if I pick up some pizza and beer and we can have lunch?"

"Pizza sounds good. I have plenty of Lone Star in the fridge."

"I see you are reliving your high school years."

"How did you know I drank Lone Star in high school?"

"Every picture Charles has of the family get-togethers from high school has you holding a can of Lone Star."

Joe laughed, "See you at noon."

Joe went to the kitchen, started the coffee pot, then went to take a shower. While enjoying a warm shower, Tyler came in and wrapped his arms around Joe from behind and asked, "Don't we have practice this morning, coach?"

"Sorry stud, Mindy and Michael are coming by at noon and I need to do a few things before they arrive."

"I am still feeling a bit guilty for leaving you hanging last night. Can I at least soothe my conscience?"

"What do you have in mind?"

Tyler dropped to his knees and gave Joe an amazing blow job. When he finished Joe pulled him up and gave him a deep kiss.

"You may need some work at quarterback," Joe said, "but damn, you've got special teams down pat."

Tyler smiled, "Maybe I can try out for wide receiver tonight?"

"Whoa there big boy. Let's just see how you are as a tight end first."

After showering, Joe grabbed a cup of coffee and went into the library to catch up on some work, and Tyler watched TV. Around noon the doorbell rang and it was Mindy and Michael. Michael was a high school senior and strikingly handsome. With red hair and a slender yet athletic body, he looked like a young Benedict Cumberbatch. While he ran cross country and was on the swim team, tennis was his sport. He was Oklahoma's defending 4A boys singles champion.

Michael sat the pizza on the kitchen bar. As Tyler reached for plates and glasses his t-shirt rode up exposing his muscular lower torso, Michael was clearly impressed. About that time Joe walked up behind Michael and whispered in his ear, "Watch it boy. He's taken." Michael was embarrassed by being caught ogling Tyler, but Joe tousled his hair and again whispered, "I know, I can't stop looking at him either."

Tyler said, "We've got Lone Star, Coke, sweet tea, and water. What can I get everyone?" Mindy asked for water, and Michael looked at his mother. Joe gave her a wink and she said, "Okay, you can have beer. Just don't go acting stupid."

After sitting down to eat, Mindy said, "Joe, Michael and I have a favor to ask."

"Okay," said Joe.

Mindy continued, "Michael has an interest in family history and I have taken him to Scotland for the last two years to explore and research. It has become our sort of mother and son vacation. This all sort of came out of my helping his grandfather with the family archives. Unfortunately this year I can't go when we have our trip planned. It seems my sister has set her third wedding in the middle of the time for our planned trip. She swears this is the one. I have no problem excusing the kids from attending disaster number three, but I and Charles have to be there. So we were wondering if you and Tyler could take Michael."

"When is this trip planned?" Joe asked.

"The last week of July and the first week of August," Mindy said.

Joe looked at Tyler who said, "I would love to go, but that's the first week of August is the start of football."

Joe could see the disappointment in Michael's eyes. "Mindy, do you have the corporate jet reserved for this trip?"

"Yes."

"How about we do this? Tyler and I will go with Michael and the jet can bring back Tyler for the start of practice. I and Michael will stay in Scotland and you can join us after the wedding for the end of the vacation and still have some mother son time."

Micheal's eyes suddenly brightened with excitement.

"I think that would be a great solution if it is okay with you and Tyler."

Tyler jumped in, "I would love to see Scotland."

"Then it's settled," Joe said, "Just send me the details and we will make this work."

"Thank you Uncle Joe and Uncle Tyler," Michael said. "You don't know how much this means to me."

"I hate to ask for another favor, but I have to run and get measured for whatever hideous bride's maid dress my sister picked out. Could Michael stay here until I'm finished. It's a long drive back to the house?"

"Sure he can." Tyler said without hesitation.

"Well it seems like Tyler wants a friend to play with this afternoon." Joe said.

"I want to go to the pool, and I know you are working on your Social Studies Organization Convention this afternoon. So I thought Michael could go with me to hang around the pool."

"Do you have a swimsuit?" Mindy asked.

Michael suddenly got quiet and looked a bit guilty. When he didn't answer, Mindy said, "Michael."

"Please don't be mad Uncle Joe. You told me I could stop by and research the family archives. One day I had my swimsuit with me and decided to use the pool. The apartment managers are so used to seeing me, when I come to check on the apartment or use the archives they think I live here. So, I just left a speedo here so...so..."

"So you could go to the pool and check out the cute guys," Joe said with a wink.

"Michael Peter Sinclair," Mindy said, "We will have a chat about this when we get home."

Joe walked Mindy to the door, "If you don't think I'm butting in, how about letting me handle this thing with Michael. I am not upset with him and I kind of have an idea where he is coming from."

Mindy gave Joe a big hug. "Thank you Joe. Frankly neither Charles nor I have any idea how to handle these kinds of talks with Michael. Aside from his being gay, he is so different, than our other kids."

"He's a great kid. I think you and Charles have done well with him."

"I hope so, but I think you came back into the family at the right time."

When Joe walked back into the kitchen he heard Tyler say, "Hey man, I'm sorry I got you in trouble. I didn't think your mother might not know you kept a swimsuit here."

"How did you know that suit was mine?"

"First I knew it wasn't mine. Second, Joe's balls are too big to ever fit in that tiny thing."

Michael let out a little laugh as Joe stepped into the room.

"Great, just what I need, another giggly wiggly. Why don't you guys go get your swim suits on and head to the pool, so I can get some work done."

An hour and a half later Tyler and Michael returned to the apartment, showered, and each grabbed a Coke. "Michael, can I see you for a minute," Joe said.

When Michael entered the study, Joe was sitting behind his desk. Have a seat," said Joe. "So, do you have anything to tell me?"

"I am sorry I took advantage of you letting me research when you weren't here. I understand if you don't want me here anymore."

"I'm not saying that. However, I would like you to be completely honest with me. Who's Ian Ramsey?"

Now MIchael looked like he was going to cry. "How did you know Uncle Joe?"

"Well, I noticed that the kleenex on my desk seemed to be disappearing when I wasn't here, and I found a few under the desk that missed the trash can" Michael blushed. "Of course there was this." Joe turned the computer screen around to show it to Michael. On the screen was a photo of a naked boy whose red hair and body build could easily make him Michael's brother.

Now MIchael burst into tears. He was deeply ashamed and frightened. Joe walked to the door and said, "Tyler, can you come to study?"

When Tyler walked in he saw Michael in tears and Joe gently rubbing his back. Tyler was both confused and worried. Joe led Michael to the leather sofa and had him sit in the middle with Joe and Tyler on either side.

"Tyler, Michael has a friend in Scotland. His name is Ian Ramsey." Joe said and motioned with his head toward the computer screen that was still facing their way.

Tyler looked and then said, "Oh."

Tyler pulled MIchael into a hug and asked, "Are you worried that Uncle Joe doesn't like you anymore." Michael nodded his head. "Listen Michael, I don't know everything about your Uncle Joe. I find out something new every day, but what I do know are these three things. One, you don't have to be perfect for him to love you. Two, he will alway give people, especially people he loves, another chance. Three, he's the least judgy person I have ever met. So just talk to him. I will be right here to give you support if you need it, but I am pretty sure you have what it takes to tell Joe about Ian. I would even bet that you need to tell someone about Ian."

"Okay.....I met Ian two years ago in Scotland. I was out exploring the village where we were staying--the village where my grandparents found the shepherd lad who... well...you know... When we saw each other, it was like looking in a mirror. We kinda hit it off and started hanging out. Eventually, we figured out that we were both into boys and that started things in a new direction. It wasn't until I got home and I started doing more research that I began to put things together and figured out that he was a third cousin. At first it seemed odd to have a thing for a relative, even if he was a distant relative. But then we started talking and decided what the hell; even if we did decide to have sex, it wasn't like we were ever going to get each other pregnant."

Joe interrupted, "So you and Ian haven't had sex?"

"Aside from a lot of kissing and a few hand jobs, the only real thing we have done is give each other a....well...you know..."

Joe tousled Michael's hair and said, "Yeah, I know." Then Joe looked at Tyler and said, "Do I need to explain it to you?"

"I don't know, you might have to show me to be sure I understand." The tension broke, and everyone got a much needed chance to laugh.

MIchael continued, "So we kept in contact and last summer Ian helped me explore more of the area, and I really fell for him, and I think he is really into me. It's been hard being so far apart. Then, when I learned this summer's trip might be cancelled I just about lost it. I haven't said anything to mom and dad about Ian other than we are friends and that we might be distant cousins. Dad is oblivious, but I think mom may have a suspicion. I think that's why she suggested that maybe you and Tyler could take me to Scotland."

"So what's with that?" Joe pointed to the computer.

Michael blushed, "I was working on the family history and that got me thinking about Ian. Laps in the pool and cold showers just weren't taking my mind off of Ian. So I decided to chat with Ian. Well one thing led to another and soon we were sending pictures. I really thought I had deleted them all from your computer. By the way Uncle Joe, Rattlesnakes isn't the hardest password to figure out."

Joe smiled, "So why didn't you just do your chatting at home?"

"I tried, but it always seemed safer here. It was like I could just be me without worrying that I might get caught....I guess I was wrong about that. I understand why you're going to change the code so I can't come here anymore."

"Who said I was going to do that?"

"You're not?"

"No, but there are going to be some rules. First, you will not bring anyone to this apartment when I am not here. I assume that won't be a problem since Ian is several time zones away. Second, I am ordering a computer for you to use when you are here. As cute as Ian is, I already have my own Greek god to enjoy." Tyler smiled. "Third, you will not drink my alcohol when I am not around. Fourth, you are welcome to use the shower in the master bath as long as you don't go snooping too much, and you make sure to wash all the cum down the drain."

"Can I program my own shower settings?"

"Just as long as it doesn't include any bagpipe music."

Michael laughed and gave Joe a big hug, "You're the best Uncle Joe."

When MIndy came to pick up Michael she asked, "Is everything okay."

"Absolutely," Joe said, "We have a set of house rules, and I am sure Michael will follow them."

Mindy gave Joe a kiss on the cheek, "Thanks."

When Michael and Mindy had left, Tyler wrapped his arms around Joe and whispered in his ear, "I need you to fuck me."

"Are you sure?"

Tyler nodded.

Joe led Tyler to the bedroom and slowly undressed him. Joe took time to appreciate the work that must have gone into creating his 6'3" Adonis. When the last piece of clothing hiding Tyler's masculine perfection was removed, Tyler began to slowly undress Joe. When Joe was finally naked, Tyler kissed his way to Joe's cock. After a few minutes of allowing Tyler to worship his cock, Joe pushed him back on the bed, pushed his muscular legs back, and began to sensually tongue his lover's ass.

Joe applied lube to his fingers and started stretching and exploring. Tyler moaned as he enjoyed experiences only recently discovered. Finally Joe placed his impressive cock on Tyler's pucker and asked, "Are you ready stud?"

Tyler nodded.

"Remember, if there is pain, tell me to stop."

Tyler again nodded.

Slowly Joe pressed forward and his cock demanded entrance. Tyler took a deep breath, grabbed two handfuls of sheet, and willed his asshole to relax. Suddenly, as if someone unbolted a latch, Tyler's anus surrendered to Joe's cock and it slipped in. Joe stopped to let Tyler adjust to this new experience.

For Tyler, the discomfort was not pain; it was more akin to the feeling after a hard workout. While muscles might hurt, there was satisfaction in knowing you were in pursuit of something more gratifying, more perfect. Joe began to push forward again. When his cock hit Tyler's prostate it caused his ass to contract on Joe's cock and his own cock to begin leaking until a pool of precum formed in his rock hard abs. When Joe bottomed out, Tyler was overcome with lust. He wrapped his arms and legs around Joe and pulled him in for an intense session of kissing, all the while Joe throbbed inside him.

Eventually, Tyler loosened his grip on Joe enough so that he could begin to thrust in and out. Tyler was again caught off guard and spasmed in the grip of a full body orgasm. After regaining the ability to focus, Tyler again teetered on the edge of self-reproach because he had cum and the man he loved had not. Then Tyler realized Joe was not stopping, he was continuing to pound away, and to Tyler's amazement his cock responded and soon he was cumming again. It wasn't until Tyler's third orgasm that Joe unloaded deep inside Tyler. All Tyler could do in response to the most overwhelming climax was to bury his face in Joe's chest and celebrate the talent of his varsity quarterback.

Joe kissed Tyler on the forehead and whispered. "That my young stud, is what the coach is going to train you to do."

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