Quarterback Keeper: 33
"Come on, sleepy boy," Joe said, "It's time to get up."
"But daddy, I don't want to," Tyler whined, then suddenly screamed "Ow!"
Joe had pinched his naked butt cheek. "You know the rule about calling me daddy."
"So, why can you call me sleepy boy, and I can't call you daddy?"
"I don't know. That's just one of the rules."
"It sounds a bit hypocritical."
I suppose it is, but that's the prerogative of grown ups."
"Oh so you admit it, you do think of me as your son," Tyler said with satisfaction.
"No, you are my husband, but that doesn't mean we can't sometimes role play the older guy with his hot, horny step-son," Joe leaned over and gave Tyler a passionate kiss, then said, "Now get up, we are meeting Billy and Jason for breakfast before we head back to Salt Fork."
"Oh no! You can't put that stepson and dad fantasy in my head and then leave me hanging. It's cruel." Joe noticed that Tyler was super hard, and decided to take pity on the boy.
"Okay, it might be a bit mean to make you drive five hours back to Salt Fork with that baseball bat in your pants, but you'd better cum quickly." Joe grabbed a hold of Tyler's cock and kissed the tip, then looked up and said, "Quickly--I mean it." Then Joe swallowed Tyler's cock.
The truth was, Joe didn't need to tell Tyler to be quick. Joe knew exactly what would tip his husband over the edge, and Joe began to use his full bag of tricks. A little more than five minutes later, Tyler was a writhing, muscular beast, lost in an orgasm that came on so fast, and with such intensity, that release was almost painful.
When Tyler was totally spent, Joe slowly crawled up until the two were face to face. As Joe slowly exhaled, Tyler could smell his own cum on Joe's breath. Joe looked him in the eye and said with authority. "Now get in there and take a shower. Be sure to give your ass some extra attention, because when we get back to Salt Fork, you owe me."
Joe and Tyler were only a few minutes late, and Joe apologized, "I'm so sorry we're late. Tyler had a hard time this morning." Jason was taking a sip of water and choked on hearing the double entendre.
When Billy stopped laughing, he said, "Some mornings, getting up is a problem."
Tyler smiled and said, "Getting up wasn't the problem." Now everyone at the table was laughing.
"Six months ago," Joe said, "Tyler would have blushed like a virgin on her wedding night at a comment like that. Now he's the one making them."
"Six months ago I was a virgin, at least a gay virgin."
"Wait," Jason said, "are you saying Joe was your first?"
"And only," added Tyler.
"Billy was my first anything. I have always been shy to say that," Jason admitted. "It's like the guys in the frat are always saying things, like `you won't know you got the best deal unless you shop around. I just don't think I need to shop around to know I got the best deal."
"Amen brother," Tyler shouted, and the other diners in the Crystal Dining Room looked at him like he was crazy, and Billy, Jason, and Joe again fell into a fit of laughter.
Once back in control, Joe asked, "Do you know who's luckier than someone who wins the lottery?"
"No, who."
"Someone who wins the lottery the first time he plays."
Jason leaned over and kissed Billy and said, "I'm the luckiest guy in the world."
The four enjoyed breakfast not only for the good food, but also for the good conversation. At the end Joe said, "It's been really a bonus getting to meet the two of you. I hope we continue as friends, and you feel you can call us if you need something or just want to talk."
"That is something you can count on," Billy said, then he looked at Jason.
"We called Michael and arranged to go to Tulsa next weekend," Jason said. "We need some time to figure out how we're going to tell our families and come out to our friends."
"If you need support, or just to talk, give us a call," Tyler said.
"You might regret that offer when two homeless boys show up on your doorstep," Jason said.
Joe smiled and said, "Don't worry, we have a spare room, a fridge full of beer, and a freezer full of pizza."
After saying goodbye, Joe and Tyler headed up to the room to pack. On the way up, Tyler said, "Jason was wrong. I'm the luckiest guy in the world."
Joe smiled, kissed Tyler, looked at his watch and said, "Come on sexy. We have an hour until checkout."
When Joe and Tyler pulled into the drive, there was a vinyl banner in the front yard with the image of a baseball, and the message, "The honeymoon is over; it's time to play ball."
"Well coach, it looks like the baseball team is ready for pre-season conditioning to start," Joe said.
Once inside the house, Joe went into his office to check his email, and Tyler needed to piss. As Joe was logging in he heard Tyler yell, "What the fuck."
Joe rushed out to see what was wrong. Tyler was trying to push the bedroom door open and it was blocked. It appeared that the bedroom was full of inflated baseballs and footballs. "I can't get into the bedroom," Tyler said.
"Well there are four other bathrooms in this house."
Joe got out his phone and started to call Ian. While waiting for Liam to pick up, Joe heard Tyler yelling "fuck" as he ran from bathroom to bathroom only the find them all filled with balls. Just as Ian picked up his phone, Tyler yielded, "That little Scottish prick actually filled his own bathroom with balls."
"Go outside," Joe yelled, "Claudia is the only person who could see you and all she would do is whistle."
"Joe...Joe..." Ian said, "Is there something wrong?"
"Yes, Ian there is something wrong, and I expect you to roundup all of your accomplices after school and come unclog the bathrooms. Are we clear?"
"Yes, are you mad?" Ian asked.
"No, I think it is clever, but Tyler might be a bit pissed. FYI, don't say anything to the guys except they better get their collective ass over here double-quick after the last bell."
Ian laughed then said, "It is good to have the two of you home."
"Damn," Tyler said coming in from outside, "I about wet my pants."
"That's what you get for ordering a Route 44 drink at Sonic."
"How long do you think it took Liam to blow up all of those balls?" Tyler asked. "It must have cost him a fortune."
"I am pretty sure this was a team effort. Also, I don't think this was a self funded project." Joe handed Tyler one of the balls that had escaped from the bedroom. "Notice anything about that ball."
The ball had an Oklahoma State Cowboy logo, Tyler smiled and said, "I get it."
"Yeah, this has Charles' and David's fingerprints all over it."
After school, Ian showed up at the house with the Junior and Senior players from the football and baseball teams. Joe and Tyler met the boys on the front porch. Both Joe and Tyler were wearing their best pissed off coach faces. After letting the boy sweat for a bit, Joe said, "Coach Simmons, It seems that a few people have too much time on their hands and too much unused air in their lungs. What should we do about that?"
"I was thinking the football team could use some off-season conditioning."
"That's a good idea, I bet the baseball team could as well."
The boys groaned, and Joe and Tyler couldn't keep a straight face any longer. When the boys recognized Joe and Tyler were just pulling their collective string, they began to laugh and swarmed around the coaches.
Finally, Joe said, "Okay, it's time to get those balls out of the most important rooms in the house. However, I don't want you to puncture them. Just deflate them: I think they still have a use."
Tyler looked at Joe and said, "Charles and David?"
"Damn straight."
When all the balls were deflated and stored in plastic bags until the day of retribution, Joe and Tyler said goodbye to their teams. Back in the house Joe grabbed three beers and said, "Family discussion time." and the three gathered in the kitchen's breakfast nook. The nook was a last minute change in the house design. Initially the idea was that eating would be at a bar that was part of the center island, but Tyler wanted a place where a family could eat and talk around a table.
When Tyler said he wanted the breakfast nook in the house, it initiated a conversation about family that he and Joe really hadn't had. Joe said hehadn't planned on having kids at his age. He said, "By the time we settle into our relationship, then go through the adoption process, I'm going to be too old to play catch with the kids."
Tyler laughed, "Don't be silly. You're going to be celebrating your 100th birthday running a marathon or hiking the Appalachian Trail. However, I wasn't thinking of babies or adoption. I think you would be a great foster parent. There are so many boys that need someone like you to provide stability and guidance. I see how you relate to Ian, Michael, 2Coop, and the students at Salt Fork, you will make a great dad."
Joe kissed Tyler and said, "Together, we will be great dads," and that's why the nook was added to the kitchen, and this was its first family meeting.
"So Ian," Joe said, "I am assuming you let the guys into the house."
Ian nodded, unsure if he was in trouble.
"There are some pretty confidential papers in my office and a few private things in our bedroom, I hope you made sure no one went snooping."
"I locked your office, put `do not enter' tape on any place they shouldn't go, and only I, Avery, Zach, and Kevin put the balls in your master. Most of the guys stayed in the great room blowing up the balls. Plus, Mary and Claudia kept an eye on what was going on."
"Mom and Claudia were in on this!" Tyler said.
"Of course, who else was going to make snacks for that many guys."
Joe smiled, and said, "It looks like you made sure to do everything right. I'm impressed."
"By the way," Ian said, "I am supposed to remind you that Mary expects us at six for dinner."
"There's no way we would forget that," Tyler said. "She would forgive Joe, but I would be in the outhouse for a week."
Joe said, We need to talk about a few house expectations. First, this place is much bigger than the apartment, and with me taking on a bigger role at Sinclair Energy, this place has to be presentable for entertaining. So I am going to interview for a housekeeper."
"Will the housekeeper be cleaning my room?" Ian asked.
"Do you want that?"
"Not really. I can clean my own room," Ian said.
"And, I'll clean our room," Tyler said.
"The second item," Joe said, "Is that if we have guests in the house be sure everyone else knows it. The last thing I want to do is walk naked to the fridge for a beer and find the prom committee meeting in the kitchen."
Tyler and Ian both laughed.
"Other than that, I don't think things need to change much from the way we were living at the apartment."
"Where will Sunshine stay," Ian asked.
"We haven't really thought about that," Tyler said.
"She's been staying with me this week at Mary's, and if you don't mind, she can stay in my bedroom."
That was a tough decision for Tyler. Sunshine had seen him through some dark times, but he also knew Ian and Sunshine had formed a bond. Finally, Tyler said, "I think that is a good idea, but I get to come say goodnight."
Dinner that evening at Mary's was pot-roast stew and cinnamon rolls, one of Joe's favorites of Mary's Winter repertoire. "Okay," Tyler said, "first Ian steals Sunshine, and now you make Joe's favorite. I'm feeling a little neglected."
Mary kissed Tyler on the cheek, and said, "Don't worry dear, you're still my little Stinkpot."
"Aw, mom, I thought we were through with the Stinkpot stuff."
"You pout like a child, and you get treated like a child."
During dinner, Tyler asked Ian how school was going."
"We've only had three days of class, and the kids are already asking when you and Joe will be back. Your subs haven't made a good impression."
"Kids are so fickle." Joe said, "By this time next week, they will be pushing pins in their Mr. Bartlett and Mr. Simmons voodoo dolls so they can get a break from us."
"I doubt that," Ian said, "Zach and Miguel have already asked if you have mentioned anything about conditioning for athletes who aren't playing Winter sports. I told them that when one of you steps out of the bedroom to grab a couple of bottles of water, I'd ask."
"Tell me you really didn't say that," Tyler said with a frown.
"No," Ian smiled, "but it was on the tip of my tongue."
After cinnamon rolls and coffee, Ian excused himself to go over to Kevin's to work on trigonometry. After a bit more conversation, Mary shooed Joe and Tyler back to their house saying she knew they had work to do to be ready for class the next day.
Joe sat at his desk and Tyler sat at the conference table with his laptop. Joe had insisted on including an office for Tyler in the new house, but Tyler wasn't ready to work in a different room than Joe.
Joe was checking his school emails, and said, "Have you seen this email about a student teacher candidate named Mike Burris."
"I'm just looking at it now."
"Do you know who he is?"
"Mike is in the education program at NOSU and looking to be a P.E. teacher. He was a defensive lineman at NOSU. When he heard I got the head football gig he asked if I had any coaching positions open. I told him that none of the current assistants are interested in being defensive coordinator, but I wasn't doing the hiring. That would be up to the Principal and the A.D."
"My guess is that someone at NOSU is figuring, if they can get him placed as a student teacher with Jerry, he'd have a shot at Jerry's job for next year," Joe said. "Would he be someone you would want as an assistant?"
"I like Mike, but I don't really know that much about him. I think he knows his football. In our intro to teaching class, we all had to present a lesson. He did a health lesson on nutrition. I thought he was good, and will make a decent teacher."
"I don't know why I was included in this email," Joe said.
"Come on Joe, you do too. Your opinion carries a lot of weight, and I'm sure the placement staff at NOSU know that. Plus, everyone knows that you are my mentor, not just in the classroom, but also as a coach."
"Oh, I've been meaning to say something about that. I am no longer your mentor, Bill is."
"Why!"
"Because it was already a conflict of interest that we were fucking each other, but now that we are married, it just isn't going to fly. So, on paper, Bill is your mentor, but I will still be here for you just like last semester."
"That's cool. Just so long as I can borrow your lesson plans when I need to."
"Sure, but, since I am no longer your mentor, now they're going to cost you," Joe said and blew Tyler a kiss.
Tyler got up from the table and walked over to the desk and slowly closed Joe's laptop. "I think I'd better make a downpayment on those lesson plans." Then Tyler began to unbutton Joe's shirt. "I love this chest," Tyler said, and he ran his fingers through the hair on Joe's pecs. "Come on stud, I need you to rock my world."
From the office to the bedroom, Joe and Tyler left a trail of clothes. Joe pushes Tyler down on the bed and straddled him. Joe pinned Tyler's arms above his head and growled. Joe was a hungry wolf and Tyler in many ways was still an innocent lamb.
Joe was a master at sensual and seductive foreplay. However, on those nights when he let his sexual beast loose, Joe was without question an alpha male.
Joe grabbed Tyler's ankles and pushed them back until his asshole was completely exposed. Joe gathered saliva in his mouth then slowly let it drip onto the tender pink pucker. Tyler moaned with a note of submission. Then Joe began to explore Tyler with his tongue; at first just the lightest of touches, but it soon became a storm of strokes and probes. Tyler's tender pucker seemed to be more sensitive than the norm and Joe knew how to tease Tyler to the brink of torture.
Finally, Tyler couldn't take it anymore and said through clenched teeth, "Joe Bartlett, if you don't fuck me soon, I will scream."
Joe smiled and positioned his cock at Tyler's hole. When Joe began to push, Tyler tried to relax. No matter how many times Joe had entered him, Tyler alway experienced a moment of pain right before Joe's cock slipped through the entry. Then the pain switched to pleasure in an instant.
If sex were named like ice cream flavors, what Joe was dishing up that night was a double scoop of Dark Chocolate Domination and Tyler was eating it up. Joe's long, heavy thrusts were met with pleas from Tyler for more. Joe leaned in and growled in Tyler's ear, "You make me so crazy, stud. Are you ready to lose your mind?"
"Fuck yes! Make me cum!" and Joe began to pound Tyler's ass with reckless abandon. Suddenly Tyler breaths quickened and he howled in carnal rapture, "Oooh... Oooooh.... Fuuuuck...... I'm cuuuuummmming," and Tyler's cock began to spasm wildly. Joe was able to hold off his own orgasm until Tyler was pumping out his last jet, then he also released. With each stream of cum he buried in Tyler, Joe uttered a breathy moan like the sound of some wild animal in rut.
Finally, sated and exhausted, Joe collapsed onto the bed, and Tyler softly laid he head on Joe's heaving chest. "I can't believe that as many times as we have made love, or simply just fucked our brains out, each time is new and like the first time. I am so lucky to have found such perfect man with thick to fall in love."
"Well my dear Apollo, you may have fallen in love with a man, but I fell in love with a god."
"Why did you call me Apollo?"
"Apollo was the most beautiful of the Greek gods, and the ideal of the kouros, the perfect young athletes of Greece. In addition to being the god of the Sun and prophesy, he was also the god of music, dance, and poetry. But what won't mentioned in Junior literature class, was that Apollo had several male lovers. Today, the Pride parades would be led by the Greek gods and heroes of myth."
There was a knock at the door. "Yes Ian," Joe said.
"Do you have time to talk for a bit?"
"Sure," Joe said "We'll be out in a minute."
Throwing on some clothes, they found Ian sitting in the breakfast nook.
"I see this is a family meeting," Joe said.
"I'm sorry to bother you."
"It's okay, were just relaxing," Tyler said.
Ian smiled and said, "From what I heard when I walked in the back door, that was some pretty intense relaxing. By the way you put you shirt on inside out." Tyler turned red, and Joe burst into laughter.
After grabbing three cans of Coke from the fridge, Joe asked, "So what's up."
"My brother, Eric and his girlfriend Melinda are getting married over Spring Break. They had planned to wait until this Summer, but they want it to be official before the baby comes." Ian smiled, "What can I say, he's a Ramsey."
Joe and Tyler both chuckled.
"Eric and Melinda have asked me to invite the two of you to the wedding. Michael and I were already planning on spending Spring Break in Edinburgh checking out the river barge, and Mary is going to be there visiting my father, so I'm really hoping you guys can be there too."
Joe looked at Tyler then said, "Of course, we will be there. I haven't bought the airline tickets for you, Michael, Mary and Claudia. With this many of us going to Scotland, I'll call Charles in the morning and reserve the Sinclair jet."
"I think that is already taken care of," Ian said, "Charles and Mindy are also invited."
"This is beginning to sound suspicious," Joe said, "Please tell me you're not also pregnant."
Ian laughed, "No, I'm not pregnant, although it is not from lack of trying." Tyler almost choked on the soda he was drinking. "And Michael and I don't have a surprise wedding in the works. Neither the Ramsey's nor Melinda's family, the McNutts, are very big, so when dad suggested inviting the Sinclair clan to the party, Eric and Melinda thought that was a great idea, especially since we are really distant relations."
After a few more minutes of chatting about Spring Break, Joe said, "It's time I head to bed. Tomorrow is going to come quickly." Tyler said, "Me too," and they headed to their room.
When they were in their bedroom, Tyler asked, "Why do you think Ian didn't tell us about this wedding invitation earlier?"
"What are you getting at?"
"Ian said that he and Michael weren't planning a surprise wedding, but..."
"But, you are worried Mary and Andrew might have plans. Would that bother you."
"I don't know, maybe."
"Why don't you just ask Mary? It's going to be eating at you for the rest of the time between now and Spring Break."
"I can't do that; it would be too embarrassing, but you could ask her."
"I don't think so," Joe said.
"Please, pretty please," Tyler said trying to appear as pathetic an athletic god can manage to look.
"Okay," Joe said, "I'll think about it, but right now what I need to spoon with my husband. So, stow the pouty boy act and get that naked, hot, masculine body into bed where it belongs."
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