The Quarterback - Part One

Billy was the quarterback of my high school football team. Like so many high school quarterbacks, he was very successful with the girls. Billy stood 6'3" and was built like you'd expect a quarterback to be--really muscular. On a number of occasions, he'd been seen slipping serious tongue to some girl right out in the hallways of our school. And his after school exploits were legendary. But was I jealous of him? No. I didn't want all those girls he'd had. Actually, I wanted what the girls had had---Billy! 

I had never done anything sexual with a guy. Actually, at 18, I, like many of my classmates, had never done anything sexual besides jerking off every day to one fantasy or another. It's not that I wasn't good looking. Most girls seemed to consider me one of the "cute" guys in the class. It's just that I'd never gotten very far with any of them--maybe deep down I really didn't want to. 

Then I started to think about Billy. I had never had fantasies about any guy before, but one night it just started. I was lying in bed, rubbing my stiff dick, when, instead of some woman in a Playboy magazine, I started thinking about Billy. I thought about his straight blond hair. I thought about the muscles I'd seen rippling under his T-shirt and in plain view in the locker room after gym class. Most of all, I thought about his dick. I'd only seen it that once in the locker room, but I'll never forget it. Not that it was so long. He wasn't like one of those 10 or 12 inch freaks you see in porno movies. His dick was just perfect, like it was sculpted. It was thick but not too long. It looked like it'd make it to about 6 or 7 inches hard, maybe a little more. And there was a tuft of blond hair at its base. Below that hung two nice big balls. At the time, I certainly took note of his dimensions, but I didn't really feel turned on until that night lying in bed. 

Lying there, thinking about him, I felt an amazing desire suddenly come upon me. I decided that what I wanted was to be held by Billy. To have him kiss me deeply and to feel his dick rubbing against mine. Thinking about this was all it took to strip away the selfˇ control I normally had when I jerked off. I blew a huge wad all over myself. It was the strongest orgasm I'd ever had. And I hadn't even figured out all I wanted to do if I ever got the chance. 

My fantasies had just begun. Of course, I never expected to be able to get it on with Billy. Our quarterback was a man's man. He fucked as many girls as he could and would never do anything "queer"--at least that's the way he always talked. And how could I know anything else. After all, we weren't good friends, more like acquaintances. Mostly, we saw each other at football games. He played, and I took pictures of him for our school newspaper. That's really all there was to it.

Then, one Friday after school, I got out of the school newspaper's office just as Billy was coming down the hall with Jim, one of his fellow football players. "Hi guys," I said. "Hey Ryan," Billy replied, "What's up?" Then an idea to keep him around a few minutes dawned on me. "Well, I'm glad you're here," I said. "I have a bunch of pictures of you we won't be using in the paper. You wanna see which ones you want? You can take them with you." If nothing else, I'd get to look at Billy in his sweats for a few more minutes. It would give me something else to think about at night. 

So I ushered Billy and Jim through the newspaper office to the back room where we kept all of the photographs and equipment. It was a little dark, but there was enough light to see the pictures. As they were looking through them, Billy said jokingly to Jim, "Hey, look out for him [about me]. You know what he's like with guys. He might jump you." We all laughed. I thought it was really funny how close he was to the truth. But to them it was all the same bullshit they used in the locker room. Then Jim said, "Hey, I gotta go. I told my mom I'd get home early." So we said goodbye to Jim, and then it was just Billy and me alone in there. 

I really didn't expect anything to happen, until Billy said, "Hey Ryan, come look at this one." I walked over to his side, and Billy showed me one picture, then another and proceeded to ask me which I liked the most. I told him he looked great in all of them. All the while I felt him leaning in closer to me. Then he said, "Look at me." I turned and was staring up into his blue eyes--he's about 4 inches taller than me. I immediately felt my dick pressing against my pants. Then he said, "Can you keep a secret?" 

"Sure," I said, "Anything." 

"Promise you'll never tell a soul?", he asked.

"Sure. Never." 

"Well, I could never tell the guys this, but I think I may be gay."

"What do you mean?", I asked, trying to hide my delight and my hard-on. "Well," Billy said, "I'm probably the only guy in school who has screwed as many girls as he says he has, but it just doesn't feel right. I mean, it feels great. Cumming into some hot little virgin whose cherry I just took feels great for my dick, but it doesn't seem like what I want. For the longest time, I've had a sort of feeling or attraction for a bunch of the guys. I felt like I want to do more than just hang out with them and play ball with them. And you're one of the guys I feel attracted to." I was stunned. This was my wildest fantasy come true. What could I say. 

"Actually, Billy," I replied, "I've had a crush on you for a while and I don't understand it." His eyes lit up at that. "What's to understand?", he said. "Let's give it a try. I was just so afraid you'd freak when you heard me say this. This is great." "But what should we do," I asked. "I don't know, let's just try stuff." With that, I felt my body pressing against his, and we both started running our hands up and down each other's bodies. Then we stopped, and we knew what we wanted next. We were just unsure about actually doing it. Billy tilted his handsome face down towards mine, and I looked up into his deep blue eyes. Our lips met. Lightly at first as we tried this out, then deeper. Soon, I felt Billy's tongue on my lips. Then, our tongues were snaking in and out of each other's mouths. 

We kept running our hands over our bodies, and my right hand found its way to Billy's dick. I felt it, hard as a rock, and bigger than I expected it to feel. Billy moaned right into my mouth and reached for my dick. As I felt his big quarterback's hand on my dick, I started cumming in my pants. All I could do was break our kiss and quickly fish my dick out of my pants. I got it out in time to keep most of my wad from winding up in my shorts. That kinda killed part of the impact of my orgasm, but it gave us both an idea. 

Billy said we should both jerk off right there. I loved the idea. I reached over and untied the string holding up Billy's sweats. Then I pulled them down his muscular hips. Then I grabbed the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down. But I had to pull the front way out to get it past the protrusion jutting out from them. As I did this, Billy's big dick popped free. 

His dick looked to be a good seven or eight inches--about an inch longer than mine. He wrapped his hand around it and started pumping. "Why don't we watch each other jerk off?", he said. "I've got a better idea," I said. I stripped off all of my clothes and told him to do the same--I had the only key to the room we were in, so I knew we were okay. Billy ripped off every shred of his clothes, and he looked incredible. Like a model of what the perfect male looks like. I then took his hands and put them on my dick. Then I grabbed his hard cock and began pumping. We stood there like that for a couple of minutes, until I got up the nerve to try something more. I leaned my head forward and licked and sucked his nipples. A few licks on each was all he could take. "Oh, shit, I'm gonna cum, Ryan. I can't hold it" was all Billy said. Then, he stopped pumping against my hands and his dick shot spurt after spurt of his white cream against my chest. 

Seeing his jizz spurting from the head of his dick and feeling it hitting my bare skin was all it took for me to cum a second time- ­this time with so much force, I thought I'd hurt myself. Then we collapsed against each other, breathing hard and laughing. "That was great," he said. "Yeah, I can't believe we did it. It's a dream come true." "Yeah, but we're covered in cum," Billy said a minute later. At that, I started to lick my cum off of him. It tasted great. I couldn't wait to taste his cum. I licked his chest and stomach, licking every muscular inch clean. All this time, he was running his hands through my hair. When I'd gotten it all, I stood up and he licked me clean. 

By this time, we'd given each other erections again, but it was getting late. We both had to get going before someone started to get worried--what if someone came looking for us? So we agreed to meet later that night at a motel he'd taken some girls to. The guy at the desk never gave Billy a problem about his age. So we met there at ten o'clock. It had been a long evening. My hard-on never diminished, but I didn't want to jerk off knowing what was coming later. I waited across the street from the motel, watching for Billy. Then he showed up. Even in the dark, there was no problem spotting him walking up the street. I'd know that physique anywhere. The broad shoulders, big strong chest and narrow hips were a dead give away. 

As we had agreed, I waited until Billy got the key from the desk, then I watched where he went and followed him. This way, the guy at the desk figured it was just Billy bringing around yet another girl to ball. When I got to the room I'd watched Billy enter, I knocked lightly on the door. It opened immediately, and I went in. Billy then locked and chained the door behind me. The room was nothing special, except for the one thing I'd always thought of when I thought about a place like this. It actually had a mirror on the ceiling above the bed! It was obvious that we were both nervous. Then Billy suggested a warm shower to loosen up. After all, we had plenty of time. We had both told our parents that we were sleeping over at friends' houses, and Billy rented the room for the whole night. 

So we started to strip off our clothes. It probably would have been better for us to help each other, but we were just too anxious to think of that. As each piece of Billy's clothes came off, I felt more and more like it was all a dream. He was absolutely gorgeous! I couldn't believe this was happening. After a minute, we were both completely naked. Then Billy said something to me that I never expected to hear from him, "You're beautiful." It never occurred to me that he must like my looks too. He took me in his arms, and we kissed. It was a deep, probing kiss, our tongues intertwined. I broke it off and took Billy's hand, leading him into the bathroom. 

The shower and bath weren't huge, but they were a pretty good size. As I leaned in to adjust the water temperature, I felt Billy's hands on my ass. Then he was rubbing his dick up against me--he was hard already. "Not yet," I said, "I'm not ready to do that yet." "Yeah, okay," Billy replied, not sounding at all disappointed. "If you want, you can do me first," he countered. At that, I suggested that we take this one step at a time. The water had gotten to a good temperature by then, so we stepped slowly into it. The way the water washed over Billy's hair made him look even sexier, something I didn't think was possible. To prolong things, we each took turns kneeling in the water so the other could rub in shampoo. We went through an entire washing ritual. Well, at least for the head and body until we got down to the waistline. 

It was my turn to soap up Billy, and the next area to be washed was sticking straight out at me. I said I had a better idea than using soap and water, "but you better coach me along 'cause I don't really know what to do," I told him. Then I worked up my nerve and leaned forward, taking as much of his cock as possible into my mouth. As I closed my mouth around his dick, I could feel it throbbing. I grabbed his beautiful, tight ass cheeks and started sucking his dick for all I was worth. At first, all he said was to be careful with my teeth. Then, after a minute, he said that I shouldn't just try to suck. 

"What really feels best is to have the head of your dick licked," he said. So, I pulled back and looked at his dick. Then, holding his dick tightly with my right hand, I licked the tip of it, then the right side, then the left, alternating strokes all around it. All along Billy had his hands in my hair as the water ran down over the two of us. As I licked, he was moaning how great it felt, encouraging me. "Oh yeah, that feels incredible. Yeah, Ryan. Yeah, lick it!" 

Then I noticed his balls pulling in and getting tighter. "Put all of me in your mouth again," he almost begged. So I did, and he started a slow pumping action, with his hands on the back of my head and his hips pumping as if my mouth was one of the pussies he'd fucked, shoving his dick in about halfway then pulling out again. I was grateful that he didn't shove it in all the way. I never could have handled that without choking. As he did this, I hadn't even touched my own dick, but I felt like I could cum right then. So I reached down with my right hand and started pumping my own dick. As I did this, I reveled in the feel of his dick in my mouth. It felt hard as a rock, except for the bottom of it which felt sort of softer and velvety but still very firm against my tongue. My left hand never left his tight buns and I could feel his strong muscles pulling them even tighter as he thrust into my mouth.