Coming Out: An after-school job leads to a sexual awakening

Grant, Sebastian and I head to the Big Boy west of downtown. We order, and then Sebastian fills me in on how he reached out to Grant after I told him that Grant would help get revenge. They came up with the idea of targeting Ryan first by inviting him to a pick-up game at the Y and pulling the trick on him in the locker room. 

I tell them that I took it further than planned and humiliated and fucked Ryan. They laugh at the image I paint of the normally coiffed Ryan with cum covering his face.

Grant then turns serious and stares at Sebastian. “So what exactly did Matt tell you about me?” he asks. Sebastian is smart and knows that Grant is asking if I outed him. I did, but I was so excited about my sexual experience with him that I had to tell someone. 

Sebastian plays it well. He says that he knows Chris whored me out to him and Reggie and that they bound me to additional favors. He reminds Grant that I told him that Grant felt guilty about what happened and that’s why he contacted Grant. 

Grant reaches across the table and grabs Sebastian’s arm. “Is that all you know?”

Sebastian says, “Chill out, dude. What is there to know about you? You’ve gone out with a couple girls I know. They said good things about you. I know your football career. I read that you got a scholarship to State. That’s awesome… I guess I do know more… Not to bring up something bad. But my dad’s a lawyer so I’ve heard a little bit about your father.” 

Grant relaxes and pretends that he was wondering if Sebastian knew about the abuse. He quickly changes the subject to the big game the next night. It’s his team — the Roosevelt Bison — in the end-of-the-regular-season matchup with their crosstown rival — Sebastian and my school’s Cleveland Cowboys. If Grant and the Bison win, they go to the state championships in early December. 

Grant asks if we’re going to the game, but both Sebastian and I say we aren’t. Grant enthusiastically insists we come and says he’ll seat us in the friends and family section above his team. “Please, guys. I want to be friends with you all. I don’t have friends who aren’t on the team,” he says. 

Sebastian says he can’t because he’s filling Chris’ shift at Taco Casa and they will be slammed after the game. I say that I’ll go, but that I really don’t want to go alone. Sebastian offers to see if Jamie, his friend from our government class, will join me. 

“It’s set,” Grant announces. “I’ll leave tickets at the gate. But you have to come see me afterwards! OK?”

I ask Grant if he can drive me home. He says sure and heads to the bathroom before we leave. Sebastian shakes his head at me and coyly whispers, “You are such a horn dog. What do you have planned for the ride home?” I laugh and reply that I’ll ride with him if I can blow him. 

“Nah, you guys have fun,” Sebastian says. “Now, tomorrow night, the thing about Jamie is she will be cool if you need cover. She told me that her older brother came out while home from college this summer. Her parents are livid, but she’s really fond of him.”

On the ride home, I make a move on Grant. Fucking Ryan in the shower only made me more horny. I move my hand up Grant’s shorts and begin stroking his dick. But Grant stops me. 

“I’d love to, Matt,” he says. “But I haven’t cum since Monday. I like holding back before a big game. Nothing makes me play harder than a set of blue balls about to burst.” 

Friday at school, Sebastian and I make plans with Jamie for her to go with me. “Anything for Sebastian,” she says, kissing him on the cheek. 

I tell mom and dad after school about my plans. They are stunned — I don’t like football and this sounds like a date. 

Mom looks at dad and says, “Allen, maybe you should have that talk with him. He is going out with a girl. You know what girls are like these days.” Dad looks up from the newspaper and grimaces. “Matt, do you know how things work down there?” I groan and tell him that I’m up to speed but that this isn’t a date. 

The stadium is packed as Jamie and I take our seats. A row below us sits Reggie’s mom and D’Wayne. Reggie’s mom takes a portable radio from her purse and turns it to KGVY, the AM station that broadcasts Grand Valley high school sports. Grant’s mom isn’t there. He told Sebastian and me that she usually works Friday nights and hasn’t made a game all season. 

We also notice Chris walking alone to a seat higher up in the bleachers. He flips me off as he passes.

The stadium announcer names off the players from my school and the other side of the field erupts. The Roosevelt side where we’re sitting begins cheering as the announcer runs through the Bison. 

“And at wide receiver, we have Number 15. Let’s hear it for the Bisons’ touchdown leader, senior Graaaannnnnt Anderson!” Grant runs out on the field from the locker room tunnel thrusting his helmet in the air to thunderous applause. “Rounding out the Bison,” the announcer says, “is the team captain. Welcome to the field Number 22 playing running back, Reggggggie Carson!”  Our side starts shouting Reggie’s name over and over. 

About halfway through the first quarter, the Bison quarterback makes a pass to Grant who catches it and runs about 30 yards before being taken down in a nasty tackle. Our side erupts in boos, and the referee penalizes the Cowboys for unnecessary roughness. 

After Grant is helped off the field, the quarterback hands the ball to Reggie who darts around the defense and hurtles himself into the end zone for the first score. Grant looks up in the stands and acknowledges me and Jamie as trainers ice and rub one of his calves. God, he looks stunning in his uniform.

He returns at the start of the second quarter. After a series of runs and short passes, he breaks free of the defense and makes it down 20 yards where he catches a pass, avoids two tackles and dashes to the end zone. The Cowboys score a touchdown toward the end of the first half and tie the game shortly after the start of the third quarter. 

The game devolves into a war of defense, but the Cowboys pull ahead with a field goal. The game is ticking toward conclusion as the Cowboys kick another field goal to go up by six.

Now, we need a touchdown if we're to win. The Bison drive the ball down the field and are at the 10-yard line with time enough for one more play. After a time out, the quarterback fakes a handoff to Reggie and finds Grant open in the end zone. He throws and Grant catches it as the buzzer sounds. 

Reggie runs over and bear-hugs Grant as other players surround them. Bison fans storm the field. Jamie and I follow everyone down. Grant sees me and runs over. He punches me in the arm and asks if I enjoyed my first football game. I congratulate him and say it was amazing. 

“Hey, hang out by the gym exit for a while. I’ll meet you guys.” Grant says. I could smell the sweat and testosterone emanating from Grant’s body. I so wish I could make out with him right there like so many of the girls are doing with players. Grant turns, finds Reggie and they walk to the tunnel with their arms around each other. 

I had filled Jamie in about myself during half time. As we talk outside the gym, she says she wasn’t surprised about me. 

She said that once she knew of her brother, she began trying to sense people who gave off similar vibes and felt I might be gay. “I wish you had told me that,” I joke. 

She nods toward the gym and says, “So, what’s up with Grant and you?” I follow Sebastian’s advice and lie, saying we’re friends. She rolls her eyes. “Friends! I got it. That’s why we’ve stood outside the gym for a half-hour in the freezing cold.” 

Bison and Cowboy players start pouring out the doors to join others who are waiting. Reggie walks away with his mom and D’Wayne and some guy in a suit. About 10 minutes later, Grant appears. He’s in jeans, a t-shirt and his letterman jacket. He pulls Jamie aside, she nods as he talks to her. Then, she takes his car keys and heads to the parking lot. 

“I thought you might like to see the football facilities, Matt,” he says while flashing me a flirtatious smile.

He shows me through the Bison locker room. It’s still scattered with wet towels. A light is on in the coach’s office. I whisper that the smell in here is really turning me on. Grant laughs, and we move to the opponents’ locker room. It’s also a mess. A old man in overhauls is tossing towels in a hamper and has a mop and bucket nearby. 

“Hi, Bob,” Grant shouts. 

“That was a great game, Mr. Anderson,” Bob says. “Best game I’ve seen in 20 years. Coach Stuart must be proud. Congratulations.”

Grant asks Bob if he has finished cleaning the workout room. Bob says he did that first and that it’s locked now. Grant asks for the keys, saying he wants to show me around the place. Bob removes the key from a big ring of keys. Grant says he will return it next week. 

We walk into the workout room. It’s packed with weight training stations and dumbbells as well as stationary bikes and rowers. Grant locks the door behind us and pushes me against a mirror.

“I’m so fucking horny, Matt,” he says. “Want to celebrate?” 

I smile and begin kissing him. Grant runs his hands down my chest and undoes my jeans, pushing them and my underwear to the floor. He begins slowly tugging at my dick.

“I want you to fuck me, Matt, I want to feel you inside me again,” he says. I smile and ask, “Is that my present to you for being a rockstar on the field tonight?” 

Grant responds by lifting my shirt over my head and dropping it to the floor. I kick off my shoes and step out of my underwear and jeans. He proceeds to undress in front of me. I notice a few bruises and scrapes from the game, but otherwise it is a flawless all-American body with a horny teenage dick jutting out toward me.  

Grant brushes my hand away from his cock. He pins my wrists tight against the wall and is furiously deep-kissing me. He then nibbles on one of my ears before taking one of my nipples tightly in his mouth and playing with it. I let a long moan and say, “Oh, God, Grant.” 

He drops to his knees, still not letting go of the grip on my wrists. He runs his tongue over my abs and sides and around my navel before nuzzling his nose in my pubes and licking my inner thighs. I squeal and squirm as his actions are ticklish in addition to being erotic. He finally releases my wrists so he can take hold of my cock and begin sucking me. 

Fuck! This is incredible.

With all the mirrors in the weight room, I have a 360-degree view of my blowjob. I lean back and take in the show. Grant is trying his best to deep throat me but doesn’t managed to get all 7 1/2 inches in. It’s an amazing blowjob with his tongue dancing around my head and plying its way up and down the shaft. The feel of his lips against my skin as he sucks my cock sends shivers through me.

He brings me on the edge of cumming, and I snap out of the euphoria of the moment to tell him to stop. Grant looks up at me and says, “I was thinking of getting fucked by this tonight as I made that last catch. We could argue that you won the game, not me.”

He takes a jar of Vaseline from his pants pocket and leads me over to a weightlifting bench. He straddles his legs on each side of the bench and leans forward to rest on his elbows.  I drop down and spread open his ass cheeks and begin tonguing his little, pink hole in the center of a thatch of blond hair. Grant lets out a long moan and arches his butt into the air as I run little circles around the hole with the tip of my tongue. I pull his balls backward and roll them around my mouth as well. 

I start applying lube to his hole and my cock. “I hope I get to drain these balls, Grant. You would’t deprive me of four days of superstar cum, would you?” 

He laughs and says I must drill his ass first. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted someone to fuck me after a game?” he says. 

I stand between his legs at the end of the bench and run my hand over his muscular back. “I’ve had some locker room fantasies of my own,” I reply. “But real life is putting my imagination to shame.”

Grant looks back at me. “I know I had trouble the first time, but I really want you to ram it in and fuck me hard.” I suggest we start easy again. But he says, “I’m serious. Don’t worry if I can take it. I will.”

I’m already positioned behind him so I place my cock at the entrance to his hole, grab his hips and propel my cock as deep as possible into him. Grant screams out, “Jesus Christ!” followed by “Fuck me, Matt. Fuck me.”

I’m hammering him hard and deep. His ass is so tight. Grant is intentionally flexing his sphincter muscles to make it even tighter as I unrelentingly drive my cock in and out. He shifts the position of his ass. I realize he has done so in order for my dick to better hit his prostate. Grant is grunting and moaning. “Give it to me! Use my ass,” he shouts. “Harder!”

I pick up my speed and make strong lunges at the end of each thrust. I look down at the sight of my cock brutalizing Grant’s asshole. 

I’m in amazement that here I am, a shy kid that no one really noticed, deep-fucking the ass of a hot star athlete as he is bent over a workout bench barely an hour after his big game. He could be in the back of a car right or in a bedroom somewhere having sex with any one of numerous willing girls, but he wants me here fucking him instead.

“Oh, my God, your cock feels so good. Open up that ass,” Grant screams. 

I decide to slow down, thinking there are other ways than speed to give him what he wants. I slowly pull out of his ass. The tip of the cock is at the entrance of his sphincter. Grant gasps at the sudden emptiness of his ass. 

I slowly push it back through the circle of muscles, prompting another loud gasp. I continue a slow progress until I’m half in and then I ram forward hard the rest of the way. 

“Oh, yeah. Fuck yeah. That’s it. Punish my hole,” Grant moans. 

I can tell the technique is driving him wild. So, I keep going — long, penetrating strokes into his ass with a brutal thrust at the end where I slam my pubes hard against his cheeks, followed a slow retreat. Grant is wreathing and sweating on the bench and nothing more than incoherent moans are escaping his mouth. 

I announce that I’m close to shooting. Grant exits his trance-like state and yells, “Pull out. Cover my face with cum!”

I pull out and he sits up on the end of the bench. I grab his hair and quickly jerk myself to orgasm. My cum takes a brief flight landing all over his face. Grant stands and begins deep-kissing me. My cum is spreading over both our faces as we make out. We begin licking it off each other. 

“Matt, that was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had. This is the best post-game ever,” he says. 

I reply, “It was special for me too. I’m glad you chose me to be the one to do it with you. … But we aren’t done. You have some blue balls in need of draining, and I’m thirsty for your cum.”

He smacks my butt and leads me to another weight station where the seat is tilted back. He sits down. His hard cock and balls are out front and center. 

I get down between his legs. As we look at each other, I rub his chest, grope his big pecs, play with his nipples and then trace his treasure trail downward from his navel until one hand rests in his pubes and the other is fondling his package. 

“Ever made out in here before?” I ask. Grant smiles. “Yeah, I’ve brought some girls here. Reggie taught me this secret.” I ask if we should be concerned that Reggie will come looking for Grant, but Grant says Reggie and his mom were going to dinner with a college recruiter. 

I take his cock in my hand and lick my tongue repeatedly across the head. Grant moans deeply. I then move my mouth up and down the side of the shaft before licking and kissing his balls. I suck on them, lightly tugging them. Grant looks down and asks if I can do that a little harder. With them gently held between my lips, I tug them farther from his body, bathing them in saliva as my tongue plays around with them. 

“Oh, God. That feels good,” Grant says, rubbing my head with his hands. So I keep tugging them. I finally release them and nuzzle my nose into his pubes as I lick the base where his cock joins the rest of his body. 

I start rapidly sucking on his cock with my lips tightened around the shaft and my saliva copiously coating it. Grant wraps his muscular legs around my body and reaches up to take hold of the weight handles over his head, stretching himself out. I briefly look up at the scene — the bulging biceps and triceps, the exposed pits of blond hair. 

I finger his hole as I suck. It’s still loosened from our fucking. I press the finger inside and massage his prostate. Grant squirms, tightens his legs around me and lets out a gasp. 

Grant starts humping his hips in tandem with my sucking. He lets go of the weight handles and places a hand against my head. “I’m really close, Matt,” he says. 

I step up my efforts. More saliva, more tongue. My lips are running from the head to the base. Grant lets out a loud cry. Suddenly, four days’ worth of teen jock cum is shooting and pouring into my mouth. It’s literally a cum overload. 

“Don’t swallow yet,” Grant says. “Let me see.” 

I try as best I can to hold all the cum in my mouth as it continues to jet from his cock. His cock is finally spent and I pull off. I open my mouth and show him. “Damn, I shot a lot. You’re going to swallow all that? Most girls would spit it out.”

I nod my head and make a production out of swallowing it. Grant gets up from the weight machine and pushes me to the floor as he follows me down. 

He is on top of me kissing me, running his hands over me. “Can I say how sorry I am again for being such a jerk before. I have to keep up a front and it made me be cruel. I’m so glad you gave me a second chance.”  

We finally get up and dress. The janitor is down the hall moving his mop and bucket from the visiting locker room to the Bison locker room. Grant jogs to him to return the training room key. 

Jamie is sitting in Grant’s car with the heater and radio on. She gets out as we approach. The parking lot is empty except for our cars and a couple others. 

I tell Jamie that I’m sorry, that Grant wanted to show me all the team facilities. She leans in and whispers, “I’m not stupid. I know an after-sex glow when I see it, and it’s written all over both of you. All I got to say is good for you guys.”

“Taco Casa for dinner?” Grant asks.