Tommy the Quarterback--Part 1 Tommy was the quarterback of my high school football team. Like so many high school quarterbacks, he was very successful with the girls. Tommy stood 6'3" and was built like you'd expect a quarterback to be--real 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 afterschool 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- -Tommy! I had never done anything sexual with a guy. Actually, at 17, 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 Tommy. 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 Tommy. 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 Tommy. 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 self- 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 Tommy. 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 Tommy was coming down the hall with Jim, one of his fellow football players. "Hi guys," I said. "Hey Doug," Tommy 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 Tommy in his sweats for a few more minutes. It would give me something else to think about at night. So I ushered Tommy 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, Tommy 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 Tommy and me alone in there. I really didn't expect anything to happen, until Tommy said, "Hey Doug, come look at this one." I walked over to his side, and Tommy 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," I said. Then Tommy said it. "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," Tommy 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, Tommy," 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. Tommy 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 Tommy'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 Tommy's dick. I felt it, hard as a rock, and bigger than I expected it to feel. Tommy 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. Tommy said we should both jerk off right there. I loved the idea. I reached over and untied the string holding up Tommy'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, Tommy'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. Tommy 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, Doug. I can't hold it" was all Tommy 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," Tommy 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.