The Rivals

THE RIVALS

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

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I wasn't at The Half-Time Grille on Saturday night when the bet was made. And the reports of how it all happened were pretty confused and contradictory. But as near as I can figure out what happened, it was like this.

You see, the football team of Wedgemore High has a long-standing rivalry with the team of nearby Stanfield Prep. Any game between the two teams was heavily attended regardless of our Conference rankings. But this year, we had one of our best quarterbacks ever, James McHaggerty, who had moved to Wedgemore the summer before and had dazzled the entire team when he tried out. He was a tall, broad-shouldered, good-looking guy with legs that let him cut the most amazing corners and jumps on the field. He had edged out the last quarterback for the Wedgemore Panthers, a nice guy named Kelly Billings, who had been moved to half-back position. His deep brown hair he kept cut short and combed neatly when it wasn't mashed under a helmet. His eyes were a startling steel gray color, his skin fair and clean and unblemished, his cheeks were large and flat, and when he turned those eyes and his smile on you, you felt a pool of warmth stir in your stomach no matter who you were. He could charm the pants off anyone he wanted, and I had my pants ready to go off if he'd ever aim that smile in my direction. Ah, the agonies of adolescent horniness!

Facing him was our old nemesis, Ted Chalmers. Chalmers had been quarterback of the Stanfield Centurions for three years now. He was a handsome blond-haired guy with blue eyes and an arrogant know-it-all attitude that made you want to punch him the moment you saw him. His father had money, a lot of it, and he drove a fancy car and could steal any guy's girlfriend he chose to. He seemed to take a great deal of pleasure of doing just that to the guys on the Panther's offensive line. Let any of the guys be seen by Chalmers in public with a nice girl and he would usually make a play for her. And pretty soon, the girl would be in his car and the Panther would be back to looking for a new girl for when Chalmers was done with such a girl, he would usually pass her on to one of his teammates.

So now you are ready for what happened that Saturday night several years ago. "Back to the Future" had opened at the Majestic Theatre that night and after the show, members of both teams ended up at the nearby Half-Time Grille like they always did. James had been talking with a pretty new girl who had been sitting by herself at a booth when he had walked in with his friends, only to find out when Ted Chalmers returned from the bathroom that she was his niece in town for a visit. Heavy words were exchanged. Again, I wasn't there but at some point the argument shifted from Ted's niece to the upcoming Wedgemore/Stanfield game. Just what was said in the heat of the argument, however, was very clear and recited with relish at every corner of our school the following Monday.

Ted: "You want to place a wager on the game, numbnut?"

James: "Always throwing money at your problems, Ted? Why not bet something you'd really hate to lose?"

Ted: "Like what?"

James: "If Wedgemore beats Stanfield on the eighteenth, you have to get down and kiss my ass right in the middle of the playing field."

Ted: "Not big enough. If we're going to bet something other than money, let's make it something really humiliating!"

James: "Like what?"

Ted: "The losing quarterback, that's you or me, has to go to the lockerroom of the other team after the game and, right in the middle of all his teammates, suck the cock of the winning quarterback. And I mean suck all the way off!"

James: "Huh?"

Ted: "Afraid of this hot dog, numbnut?" And Ted grabbed his crotch. "Odds a little too high for you?" I think Ted was hoping James would back down.

James: "No! Not high enough! Both teams watching. And we both keep our football uniform on, and anyone who wants pictures can take them. How's that for odds, preppie? That'd look really good in your yearbook, wouldn't it?"

They say Ted stood there looking at James dead-silent for almost a minute. Then he said, very quietly. "Okay. You're on. You'd better practice on bananas for the next two weeks or you're going to be sucking a while."

James' face was red with anger, and then he looked around at the crowd watching him, and then he walked off and drove away, leaving his friends stranded at the Grille.

I was glad I'd heard the full story at least three times before that Monday afternoon. I was ready when the principal walked in and announced that practice would be extended an extra two hours each afternoon. He looked like he wanted to say more, but we all knew he was thinking of the pictures that would be around town for years if Wedgemore lost. And what such pictures could do to his career! But he knew better than to try to stop it outright. Betting on the game was a time-honored tradition. We'd just never had a wager like this on the game before. All he could do was his part to get us as ready as possible to win that game.

Practice was rough, with the coaches grinding us well into the dusk and pointing out every mistake. What mistakes the coaches didn't catch, James did and he was quick to point them out. "Hedge!" he called to me. Hedge was my nickname, that or Hedgehog. "You have to watch the halfback when you're playing that position. He can cut around you and get to me. Careful!"

"All right." I waved. I was a lineman, and not such a good football player, but I had the bulk and enough agility to make a decent offensive lineman and I concentrated on doing that, or on breaking the lines when I was playing defensive to let the other guys get practice. I went home utterly exhausted. I could kiss my life good-bye until after the big game.

Practice all weekend; my parents didn't mind. They'd always been big on football in my town, and the rivalry was enough. Or perhaps they had heard of the bet. I was approached three times during the course of the week, twice to ask me to help throw the game for money, and once to find out if I had taken the money. I hadn't. I don't think any of the guys did. The image of that photograph, James in Panther colors sucking on Ted Chalmers' cock would haunt us for years, and I still had two more years of school to go.

The game was rough, very rough. Fred Thompson broke his arm in one pile-up and a Centurion named Willoughby was carried off the field with what turned out to be a minor concussion. I got a nasty cut on my cheek when one of the Centurion's helmets managed to snake inside my guard during another pile-up.

When one side was close to making a goal, the game got even rougher. The crowds were eating it up and I actually feared they'd come down onto the field if a goal was actually scored. But time and again, we fought it back or got fought back at the very edge of the fields, prevented or preventing goals. In the last few minutes of the final quarter, the game was still 0-0.

I watched the other team wearily as Chalmers made some substitutions in the defensive line. Watched puzzled, as the ones he chose, while fresh, were some of his weaker players. Lined up for the push. We were still 30 yards from the goal, and only two minutes left to play. Sudden-death loomed like a specter over the field.

Why did Chalmers send in his weaker players in such a situation? Yes, his first team was exhausted, but so were we! I looked at the freshman opposite me, who was trying to grimace meanly, and I knew right then that he was scared, that I could take this new guy out. I gave McHaggerty the signal and he waved.

When the ball was snapped, I hit the Centurion defensive lineman hard and he went over just as I had expected. And McHaggerty dove right through the hole I had opened up and past the defensive line. A linebacker took him down, but not quite soon enough, the ball went over the line as he fell with his hands outstretched, and the goal was scored. We missed the point, and after that, played out the clock, winning the game, 6-0.

I went back to the lockerroom, my brain in overdrive. This hadn't made any sense to me! It was like Chalmers had wanted to lose. But want to lose? Even assuming you were gay and wanted a chance to suck off James McHaggerty, an admittedly very cute guy, you wouldn't want to do it in front of all your friends and with flash cameras recording the moment for posterity, would you?

I came out of the shower to see someone talking to James, some guy in a business suit. James was saying no, pushing the guy away. The guy actually pulled out a wad of money bigger than any I had seen before and offered it, but James just said, "Get the hell out of here! A bet's a bet, and I'm going to collect! You tell Chalmers to get over here."

I walked over to James and said, "Someone from Stanfield?"

"One of Chalmer's father's friends. Tried to get me to call off the bet. Hell, Chalmers has got to come over her and go down!"

"You're going to go through with it?" I asked him. "Get a blow-job with everyone watching?"

James looked at me and smiled. "And taking pictures, too. I've wanted to wipe that smirk off Chalmer's face for a very long time. Can you think of any better way to take that cocky grin off his face than with a cock in his mouth?"

"I know I couldn't even get it up in front of a crowd." I said. "But I notice that you aren't drawing quite the crowd I had expected." We were nearly alone in the alcove where we were.

"Yeah." James seemed disappointed. "I wanted every one on my team to be watching this. And every one of his team."

"Watch you blow a wad into Chalmers' mouth?" I said.

"You're going to be here, won't you, Hedge?"

"Uh, sure!" I said. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Great." James seemed pleased by this. "Would you take the pictures for me? I got my own camera here and I can develop them myself. My uncle has a dark room."

"Sure." I said, then got braver. "If I can have a set of prints?"

"I intend to give everyone a set of prints, Hedge." James said. "Yours will be the first."

"Great!" I said, and meant it.

James handed me the camera. "You be sure you get a close-up of his face on my cock." James walked off to get his own shower.

I started to get dressed, but then Porky Coggins poked his head around and said, "Hey, come on!"

"What is it?"

"Chalmers is here. The guy actually showed up!"

I pulled back on my lockerroom towel, a wrap around with Velcro for the waist, and went to the main area, just an open spot in the middle of the room where the team would gather to hear the coach and so on. No wonder there hadn't been more excitement, everyone had expected Chalmers to welsh on the bet!

I went out to see that Chalmers had arrived, in uniform, with four of his buddies. The look on his face was awesome. Stolid, determined. But NOT embarrassed. I expected him to be blushing outright, hiding his face. He stood there like a man with a duty to perform. And I had expected the guys to be making rude, crude comments. Our team was dead silent, a silence to which I contributed. This was awesome!

"Hey, James!" someone yelled. "Chalmers is here."

"Be right out." James said. "Someone fetch me my spare uniform. I brought it special for tonight. Want to look my best."

Porky fetched James his costume and Chalmers stood to one side as Porky went past, talking to his friends nearly calmly. Like I said, less the humiliation of defeat as a guy who has to perform an unpleasant chore and just wants to get it over with. Downright classy; I was impressed.

The look slipped as he saw my camera. Then he looked at my face. "You're the one who broke the line, aren't you?" he said to me.

"Yep." I said. "Your new player lost his nerve."

"I'll have to have a talk with Fredericks." Chalmers said and turned away.

James came out a bit later in his uniform. "Where to give everyone a view?" he said and looked around. "Ah!" James stepped up on the bench at the end of the area. "I'll stand here and face this way." he said. "That way everyone can get a good look. Hedge, you ready?"

"Ready, James." I said.

"Come on, Chalmers." James teased. "It's your suppertime and you're having sausage."

That got hoots from my teammates, and I moved in to get shots. No one else had a camera, and by general consensus, I got a wide area in front to move around in.

Chalmers walked over slowly, steadily. He had to straddle the bench to get in position.

"Now, reach up and open my flap nice and slow. Start snapping, Hedge." James said. "That roll has 36 exposures, and I want the entire roll shot."

I nodded and took a wide-angle shot of the situation, James in the Panthers purple and white, Chalmers in Centurion's yellow and blue. James had his helmet on and Chalmers had his with him, he set it down between James' legs and then reached up, his hands still bandaged, to untie the lacing of James' fly. You could tell by the way the fly moved that James hadn't put on his protector. I had wondered about that. I moved in for a close-up, getting Chalmer's face and hands doing his job. His face was still stoic and composed. A soldier marching to certain death must wear that look on his face, I remember thinking. Then, jeez, where's the coach? Or any of the grown-ups? It was like they all understood that this was our time, our ritual, and that they weren't welcome. I found out later that the coach was in the middle of a shouting match down the way, Chalmers' father had found out his son was going through with it and trying to get the Coach to interfere, while betters were there blocking the way to make sure his son paid his debt, as they put it.

A few more Centurions wandered in, mostly in regular clothing and carrying their bags, trying to act nonchalant. Our lockerrooms were next to each other, so they didn't have any trouble getting in, just a few steps to cover.

Ted Chalmers finished unlacing the fly and opened the pants wide. You don't have an actual fly there, just extra material, which laps over and lets you lace up and tie the pants tight to your body. So what Ted did was to pull down the pants some and expose James' cock to the assembled players.

James wasn't hard at first. With that many guys watching, I wouldn't have been either. But I snapped the shutter again and that seemed to inspire James, his cock rose up and Ted grasped it, stroked it for him. James gasped and Ted then guided the cock to his mouth.

I just got the picture as James' cock touched Ted's lips. Then Ted dived onto James' cock and James sort of groaned. "Oh, yeah, who's the numbnut now?" he chided Ted. "Come on, cocksucker, get to working it. Oh, yeah!"

Ted HAD to have been practicing for this. Think about it--you may have to suck a cock for the first time in your life. If you do it badly, it'll take you forever to finish the job. But if you know how, it'll be over quicker. Wouldn't you practice? So he slathered James' cock with his saliva, running his tongue back and forth over the cockhead and I backed up to get another good shot of both of them full-body, and then back in for more detail. I got pictures of Ted holding just the head in his mouth, the entire cock shiny with his spit, and pictures where his face was buried against James' crotch. James wasn't just getting a blow-job, he was getting deep- throated. I don't think James expected such a servicing out of this, because he was losing his cool rapidly under the long, deep strokes.

"Oh, yeah, God, yeah, Ted, suck it! Suck it!" he groaned. "You motherfucking bastard, suck my dick! Yeah! Oh, yeah!"

I heard first a groan from one of my teammates, and then it seemed to echo down through the group.

I looked around to see Porky Coggins rubbing his crotch. Porky earned his nickname for obvious reasons, he was a round-bellied dude but a fearsome defensive lineman.

"Enjoying the show, Porky?" James gasped out. "Oh, yeah!"

"Great show, James!" Porky conceded. "Getting me really hot."

"So take it out and stroke it." James said. "Join in the fun. I don't mind. Enjoy this, the Centurions' quarterback is sucking me off, and he's got to swallow it, too. How's that for showing which team's the best?"

Ted speeded up and James lost the ability to talk, I think. He just groaned and threw his head back and got all wobbly in the knees. I got the pictures and looked around to see several guys rubbing their crotches now. Some pretty hard and fast.

Ted kept up this assault for a time, then must have gotten tired, for he eased off, and James gasped a while, then groaned, "Oh, man, go ahead and flog them, guys. Let's see if you can shoot it all the way up here on this cocksucking Centurion!"

That was enough to get Porky going, he opened his shorts and pulled out his pud and started whomping it. When he did it, it sort of opened the floodgate and soon over half the guys were doing it. I was getting a huge erection, but with both hands on the camera, I couldn't do a thing about it.

James looked at me. "How many shots are left?" he asked me.

"I don't know. Ten maybe." I had been clicking pretty hard and fast.

"Give me the camera. I want to make sure we get one of his face when I shoot my wad in his mouth." James said.

I handed up the camera. Stepped back to clear the way as James aimed the camera down onto Ted's face on his cock. Ted speeded up again.

I staggered back, still wearing only the towel I had from the shower. It was secure, being a wraparound model with Velcro at the top end, so I opened up the flap and took out my cock.

I was next to Kelly Billings, our former quarterback and I was suprised when Kelly reached over and took my cock and flogged it for me! I only hesitated a second, then I reached over and grabbed Kelly's thick uncut meat and returned the favor. I hadn't done that since I was a kid! But everyone was busy with their hands now, including the Centurion guests, the entire group was whomping their sausage while watching the Centurion's quarterbacks, Mr. Hotsnot Chalmers, paying off the bet by sucking Wedgemore quarterback James McHaggerty's cock. And doing such an expert job on it, too.

James got a couple more shots, then he groaned. "Oh, man, I got to lay down for the rest of this. I'm about to shoot my load and my legs are aching!" he moaned.

He got down from the bench, laid back on it with his legs on the floor, and Ted scooted over to resume sucking him like that. James looked around at his teammates watching him get blown while they whomped their cocks, and he suddenly smiled a broad smile and lifted up the camera. Five flashes, and the entire team was also on that roll of film. I definitely wanted a complete set of prints.

James clicked it a few more times, but the roll was obviously done for. "Aw, shit, out of film. Now I can just lay back and enjoy this! Oh, yeah, Chalmers, suck that cock for me, just like I want that niece of yours to suck it one day soon. Your whole family's so damned pretty, Chalmers. Yeah, suck it!" James' face was flushed bright red.

Chalmers seemed to realize that James was close for he suddenly began to suck hard and fast and James gave full vent to his moans and groans. "Oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, uh, uh, uh, uh!"

Kelly was really pounding my pud and I did the same for him and Kelly groaned and shot his load. From our angle, I had his whanger pointed nearly straight up, and pulled a little towards me, I guess, because Kelly splattered me but good with his jism. I gasped when I felt the white-hot flood hit me and I felt my own orgasm creeping up my stomach and I turned and deliberately aimed myself at him when my climax hit. I sprayed Kelly just as much as he had me.

"Yeah, Hedge!" Porky groaned. "That'll really teach him. Aw, jeez!" Porky groaned and then I got hit with his jism as well! I was going to need another shower!

In all this, I almost missed the scene I'd been waiting for, but James' groans began to climb and he groaned out a long, "O-o-o-o-o-h, u-u-u-u-u-uhhhh!" and I managed to wink my eyes clear long enough to see him flush all the way to purple and Ted choked as James pumped his wad into Ted's mouth and down his throat.

Gasping, sweating, utterly exhausted after the hard game and my orgasm, I watched carefully, wondering if Ted would be sick. But he managed to choke and gulp hard and he swallowed all of it. All around us, the guys were getting their rocks off, and it was downright hazardous to move from where I was, where at least Kelly and Porky had shot already. I stayed put, feeling sticky with jizz both front and back (and I was!).

James lay there eyes closed and moaning as Ted finished, and Ted stood up. I was surprised by what happened next. With a funny look in his eyes, Ted reached into his own undone-flap (when had he done that?), pulled out his pud, gave it a few strokes and he shot his wad all over James' bright purple jersey, his white pants and his exposed, moist cock. I didn't know anyone could do it that fast, but Ted managed it somehow.

"You fucker!" James said, getting mad after getting over the shock of it. "You shot your jizz on me, you bastard. You must have thrown that game deliberately, so you could suck on me! Did you? Did you?"

Ted got angry, too, and threw a punch at James, hitting him square on the jaw. James went over and was out like a light.

"Why the fuck would I throw a game for that, shithead?" he said. "I could have bought you out of petty cash if I had wanted you. And don't you even think of coming near my niece again!"

Ted stood up, adjusted his clothing, grabbed his helmet and walked out through the jizz-stained floor and the gasping teammates. "Come on, guys!" he snarled to his friends. "You got your jollies. Now let's get the fuck out of this hick town!"

I helped James to his feet and then got my shower. I was having trouble believing the entire thing had happened. Even when I collected my prints from James a few days later, a full set including the one with me and Kelly jerking each other off, I didn't quite believe it. I kept those photos and have them still, to remind myself of the whole experience.

Years later, I was out of the closet and living in Milwaukee with my lover, sitting at a table in a gay bar there waiting for him to finish work one day. And who should come in the door but Kelly Billings. "Hey, Kelly!" I called out.

"Hedge!" I hadn't been called that in years.

I hugged him tight and sat him down, bought him a drink. "What do you hear from the old hometown?" I asked.

James and his family had moved away soon after that game, and Kelly had returned to being school quarterback. The photos had made their circulation around the school, though thankfully none of the team jerking off ever seemed to appear after James first handed them around.

Ted had transferred to a prep school back East. Kelly mentioned this, but I already knew it. "His father was furious, you know." Kelly said. "His father had wanted Ted to go into politics, but with those photos around, it was impossible. I hear he runs his father's European offices now."

"I can believe that."

"Well, here's something you won't believe I saw. Never said a word to anyone about it. I was out jogging in the park the next morning early. And I darned near ran into James McHaggerty waiting there. I was going to say hello, but then he stood up and said, 'About time you showed up.'"

"So who was it?"

"Ted Chalmers!" Kelly breathed. "Ted handed him an envelope and James said, 'It'd better all be here. My family has to move again because of this.' 'Don't worry, it is.' Ted told him. 'And thanks again.'"

"What was in the envelope?"

"Money, I guess." Kelly shrugged. "I didn't see."

"But that doesn't make sense!" I protested. "I already knew Ted threw the game on purpose."

"You did?" Kelly interrupted.

I explained and then I said, "But why would Ted give James money? It doesn't make any sense."

And it still doesn't. Ted threw the game, not James. Too late to pay for silence. I'm still confused by it all.

The only thing I can think of is this: Ted would never have lost that game with a quarterback like Kelly Billings. Nothing less than an out-and-out for-all-time scandal would have sabotaged the political aspirations of a father like Theodore Chalmers, Sr. And now Ted is in Europe, where he always wanted to be, out of his father's clutches and in charge of his own life.

Surely that's worth going down on a cute hunk and giving him the blow job of a lifetime!

THE END

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