By the Books

I won't tell you where I work but it's a top-notch Division I football program.

This wasn’t the first time Pete Kenton and I had gone to Lincoln High, which always had at least one top player, the kind all the best programs would court.

The big draw for us now was George Silva, a tight end prospect. His skill had gotten a lot of recruiters’ attention, but he always lacked the build to make him a top prospect. But somehow, over his junior year, he had a second growth spurt and had shot up and bulked up. We weren’t the only program courting Silva, but our prior interest was now paying off.

I’m a player personnel coordinator, aka college football recruiter. Kenton’s my boss, the director of player personnel. Pete’s really fucking good at his job. I mean, it’s up to the head coaches to seal the deal, but our team was where it was in the rankings because of Kenton.

He didn’t get where he was by following NCAA guidelines to the T. He was smart enough to know when he could bend the rules, but he had no scruples about doing so.

Me, I wasn’t going to get caught with an infraction. I was smart enough to know my head would roll if the Association found something inappropriate. Kenton teased me and called me By The Books Bryant. But I think even he recognized our impulses balanced each other well.

At least I thought we did. It was mid afternoon, soon after we checked in to our motel room, when I stepped out to call my wife. We’d spent the day driving to the town of Franklin and were set to watch the Lincoln High team play that evening.

I slipped the keycard in the door and stepped in to a shock of a sight. Our star tight end recruit was sitting on the bed, nothing on from the waist down and his legs spread as Kenton knelt before him, servicing him.

The surprise wasn’t that Kenton was a cocksucker. I’d taken advantage of his mouth just two nights prior to that. And I knew he had a regular arrangement with some of the better hung college kids at our school. But this was something else. I counted about a dozen NCAA rules that Kenton was violating plus a good amount of common sense thrown out the window.

Silva looked up, his innocent looking face forming a sneer. "Are you a cocksucking bitch, too?" he grunted with every bit of forced bravado he had.

If I were Pete I would have belted the kid, but my boss kept blowing the cocky fucker.

"I don't let anyone touch me who doesn't know how to show respect," I said gruffly. If Pete weren't getting his jollies with the kid, I'd have reacted more harshly. "I'll wait outside."

I was more than a little pissed off when the door opened and Silva stepped out. He did look incredible in his snug T-shirt and jeans, his 6'5" 235 pound body that was any recruiter's wet dream. He had the contented look of a young man who'd just gotten sucked off, and his expression was more sheepish now.

"My apologies, sir," he said. "Mr. Kenton seems to get off on the tough talk, I thought maybe you would, too."

"Well, I don't."

He nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry." He kind of stood there, though, like he was waiting for something. "It would have been fun to tangle with you, though. You're hotter than he is."

No argument there. Kenton was in his 40s and built stocky. Not unattractive but definitely a gruff burly dude. I was early 30s and kept up my looks. Crossfit, clean eating, a stylish haircut on a regular basis.

"Thanks," I said, dumbly. I knew I shouldn't even be having this conversation with Silva. Better go by the books. "You got a game to get ready for?"

"Not for another hour," he said. "I always play better after getting off a couple of times, anyway." He looked around to make sure no one was there to overhear us. "What about it, Mr. Bryant? I'd love to take care of you, man."

I bit my lip. This hot young stud was offering me a blow job, no strings attached. At least I thought it was no strings. I thought of how this might look. "I'm afraid I can't George," I said. "You understand."

Fuck, why did I have to admit that I was interested?

George sure as fuck caught on to it. He smiled. "No problem, sir. If you change your mind later, you know...."

I shook my head no, but I didn't trust myself to open my mouth in reply.

He grinned and put his hands in his pockets, making his triceps knot and his chest bulge. "Think about it," was all he said as he walked past me and to his car in the parking lot.

I watched George cross the parking lot with a lumbering jock gait. God he was built as well from the backside. Broad shoulders, arc of lat muscle, bubble ass in his jeans. A body that did not belong on 18 year old jock yet did. I pulled out my phone. Pete would think I'd gone out, maybe, but I might as well insure that. "Going to the drug store," I texted him. "Be back in a while."

With that I dashed out in time to catch George before he started his car. He rolled down the window.

"You game, Mr. Bryant?" he asked excitedly.

"Scott," I said. "Call me Scott."

"I can come back up to your room..." God the kid was cute. Dimples, brown eyes, buzz cut hair, boy next door smile. Reading my reaction he added, "... or there's this park I go to. It's deserted this time of day."

I had to have my head examined. But I tapped his window ledge. "Lead the way, Silva."

It was about a five minute drive to the state park and I followed Silva's Nissan as he tooled through the winding road to an empty section. My dick was bone hard by the time I parked the car.

Silva was already walking over to get into my passenger seat. His bright smile was replaced by an expression of pure horniness as he leaned over and kissed me, hard. The tight end had no finesse as a lover, but I responded to his need, feeling up his strong young body.

I felt his strong ball-playing hand at my crotch, squeezing to feel me up. "Nice, dick, Scott," he growled and looked down as he undid my jeans.

"Good god," I gasped as his fingers pulled out my erection. This was going against every rule in the book, and I was getting turned on by the taboo of it.

Particularly when the hunky player leaned down and swallowed my dick in one go. He was better at this than I expected and I wondered who'd he been practicing with. Imagining the very thing almost got me to come. Thankfully I refocused to keep the trigger in check and I leaned back and enjoyed getting head from our top prospect.

Up and down, Silva's head bounced in my lap as he was able to take more and more of me deep into his throat. My hand rested on top of his head, urging him the whole way.

He had me just about there when I was startled by a rapping sound against the window. Then again. It was loud and I yelled "Fuck!" and pulled my jeans back up, frantically trying to button them.

The knocking sound again and by now I knew what I'd see: a police officer standing right by my car, imposing in a uniform that showed off a strong build. I quickly lowered the window.

"You know you guys shouldn't be doing that here," he said. His voice was deep but had a trace of youth to it still. The cop was probably late 20s, blond with a buzz cut not too dissimilar from Silva's. Probably an ex-jock himself.

"Sorry Officer," I said contritely. My career, my marriage and my life flashed before me. I was shaking for sure.

The cop leaned down and peered in, getting a look at the tight end sitting in the passenger seat. "How old are you?"

"18," George said confidently. Thankfully, that part was true.

The cop's stern expression turned into a smile. "Say, you're on the Lincoln High team aren't you?"

"Yes, sir," George said. The player was nervous, too, though not as much I was or as much as I would have been in his shoes.

The cop seemed star struck, though. "You guys gonna win tonight?"

"It'll be a tough game," George said. He leaned back gaining his normal athlete's confidence. "But fuck yeah, we'll win, Officer."

"Tight end, right?" he asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Well I'll be rooting for you," he said.

What the fuck? This was all surreal. Especially what our Officer Friendly said next.

"I'll keep lookout if you guys wanna finish."

And like that George was leaning back over into my lap and fishing my cock back out. I'd gone soft from the scare but the jock's mouth nursed me back to hardness. And there was a thrill at the way the cop would alternate his gaze from looking out to peering in and watching Silva blow me.

"He good at this, sir?" the officer asked me.

I nodded. "I didn't think he'd be, but yeah, he's real good."

He reached down and cupped his uniform. "Maybe he can take care of me after you."

I'd been worked up from George blowing me earlier and now that we'd resumed it wasn't going to take me long. I grunted with a few soft grunts and experienced an incredible orgasm right into Silva's mouth. The tight end choked a little on my ejaculation but pulled back to the tip to suck my cum.

The cop wasn't wasting time, he was already walking over the passenger side. I rolled down that window and had a front row view to him unzipping and pulling out a thick dick. Very erect.

Silva didn't hesitate to suck the cop off. It took even less time than I took for the cop to cum.

"Shee-ut," Officer Friendly swore as he stepped back and tucked back in. Fixing his uniform again. "You definitely got a new fan." His face was still flush red from the sexual activity.

George had a dreamy content expression on his face. "Any time officer." He had a grin, and I could tell he got off on how well he could get guys off.

The cop paused and looked in, tapping his fingers along the door. "I'm here every day around this hour. Just be careful next time, fellas."

With that he sauntered back to his cruiser and within a minute pulled off.

"I gotta get going Mr. Bryant," George said. "Hope you enjoy the game tonight." With that he got out and went back to his car.

*

Pete started apologizing as soon as I stepped in the room. "Sorry, Scott, I just couldn't help it. I...."

"Forget it, Pete," I cut him off. "It's OK."

I felt like a heel for sneaking around Kenton's back like that, but the last thing I needed was him lording this over me.

The funny thing was Silva didn't even commit to us, instead going to our league rival. Probably for the best. I don't know if I would have been able to resist temptation.

Of course temptation would find me, the very next year. Talking to Coach Reynolds of Lincoln High. He had a redshirted junior who was a beast on the field. Austin Michaels. As we hovered around his desk, he showed me some video and some stat sheets.

"Looks good," I said. He did, too, only I wasn't sure if he was quite the level of athlete we were looking for.

Coach looked at me slyly. "He's skilled in other ways, too, Scott."

"What do you mean?"

Reynolds didn't miss a beat. "Like Silva." Lewdly he ran his tongue along his lips. All of a sudden I knew who George Silva had honed his skills with.

"Yeah? Think you can set up a meeting with Michaels?"

Turns out I was no longer By the Books Bryant.