Chapter 5 

 

“You’re a fucking, frigid bitch, Katie. You do know that’s your problem, don’t you?”

 

“Do you even know what the word means, Jack? Just because I don’t want to suck your dick two or three times a day, doesn’t make me frigid. It also doesn’t mean I have a problem. If anything, you’re the one with the problem. You know, Jack, all you ever think about is yourself. I have been nothing but loving and considerate of you in this relationship. I may not like football and I may not go to the games but I still join in with all your other social activities, including the after game celebrations. I’ve shown interest in every aspect of your life. I have loved you, supported you and stood by your side.”

 

“Until it comes to satisfying me,” Jack mumbled.

 

Katie rolled her eyes and then said, “Last night after the victory celebration for your team at the bar, when we came home I lay in bed with you, which by the way just happened to be after sex, during which time I also blew you. Regardless, I listened to you prattle on for nearly two hours about some guy you don’t like. From what I could gather at the bar, the rest of the team seems to have a high opinion of him, so I don’t really understand what your issue is with him, other than you seem to be jealous of him.”

 

“I’m not jealous of him,” Jack snarled with irritation.

 

“The thing is, Jack, I wasn’t really interested because I don’t even know the man but I listen regardless and supported you unconditionally, like I always do. During our time together I’ve also shown more than a healthy concern for your sexual needs but that just doesn’t seem to be enough for you. Not unless it involves blowing that tiny, little dick of yours, every time the desire takes you,” she said, adding the size remark to really get on his nerves.

 

“This is more meat than you could ever get your hands on, bitch,” he yelled angrily, his insecurity obvious.

 

Katie laughed sarcastically and loudly, with a distinct desire to stab at those same insecurities, before she shot back, “Ha, one hand at least and you can’t even fill that. Lisa’s Chihuahua has more meat between its legs than you.”

 

“Well it would need it because Lisa couldn’t get a real man if she tried. I’m certain she lets it fuck her because she can’t get a man to do the job. It’s a wonder the rodent doesn’t reject her as well. As for you, if you’re so aware of the cock on that rat that she calls a dog, maybe it could service you better than I do,” he growled.

 

“Not a difficult task,” Katie screamed.

 

“Fuck you, Katie,” he yelled. “I’m a guy and I need my cock sucked all the time and while we’re on the subject, I need you to lick and suck my nuts as well. Damn it, I shave them so you don’t have to pick pubic hair out of your teeth so the least you could do is tongue my sack.”

 

“Spare me your bullshit, Jack. You have your entire body waxed by a professional on a regular basis and it isn’t so I will lick your balls. It’s for the same reason that whether you get it by the sun in summer or a solarium in winter, you have a golden tan to go with your smooth, hairless body, yearlong. It’s the way you want to look and because you know it makes people look at you as well, you think that everyone wants you. Honestly Jack, I have never in my life met anyone as vain as you. You spend more time then anyone I know, looking at your reflection in the mirror. I swear you’re the epitome of vanity in a stereotyped woman. You also are forever touching yourself and caressing your own body. You want to talk about giving in sex? You touch yourself more than you touch me. Why you even want a partner is beyond me, when the greatest love in your life is you. All you ever worry about is how good you look, as if you were an A-list superstar or something. You’re not the centre of the universe Jack and let me tell you, yes you’re a good-looking guy but you’re not as hot as you think you are. To be honest, your blatant, self-absorbed arrogance is a nauseating turn off. Get over yourself, Jack,” Katie said unleashing a few home truths.

 

Jack’s brown face turned red and his anger rose and filled his eyes with furious disdain. Based purely on his attitude that a woman’s place was in the home and their purpose was to find and look after a man’s needs, he yelled while believing she could never leave him and would not be able to live without him, “Is that right? Well if I’m such a turn off to you and you can’t bare to suck my cock then you can just fuck off right now.”

 

“With pleasure, you superficial prick,” Katie screamed just as loudly. “My friends have questioned whether I was a masochist for the last year. Well my eyes are finally opened now and they were right. My ignored agony is over at last,” she said and then she picked up her bag and as she walked out the door, she screamed that she would be back for her things while he was at work.

 

“Fuck off,” Jack roared and Katie slammed the door behind her.

 

Jack threw his football from the living room down the hallway. It crashed and banged against walls and doors before finally coming to rest on the floor. “Fucking slut, bitch, cunt,” he yelled furiously and then stomped into the kitchen. He pulled a beer from the fridge, twisted the cap from the bottle and then threw it with equal venom across the room. It ricocheted several times after hitting the wall, making tinny pinging sounds with each piece of furniture it hit.

 

“I don’t need you, you bitch, I can get a blowjob anytime I want. Any girl would pay to have me hanging off her arm, not to mention have the star quarterback fuck her into the next century,” he yelled and then chugged the entire bottle, before pulling another from the fridge. In less than two minutes, the second beer was gone as well.

 

Retrieving yet another two beers from the fridge, Jack stepped out onto the sundeck. He dropped down onto a sun bed and let the warming rays bathe his body.

 

“You’ll come crawling back, Katie, mark my words,” he said even though he was alone. “We both know you’ll never find a man like me anywhere else.” He took a swig of his beer and then he began to run his hand all over his body. “Man, I’m so fucking horny,” he said and then caressed his biceps before he began to rub his smooth chest. He ran his index finger around the edge of his defined pectoral muscles. He then licked a fingertip and circled the flat crested tips of his nipples and sighed in pleasure.

 

“I’m a fucking hot stud and I can have whoever I want. I’ve got a big cock that I excel at using and a sack load of hot, tasty juice for any woman that wants it. This is your loss Katie and you’ll regret not having this face, this body and being fucked by this big cock.”

 

Consumed with self-delusion, Jack really believed what he was saying. He truly thought he was the pinnacle of the male species. However, he was not well endowed at all, which was why when he referred to his penis, he so often used the precursory adjective of big. To the contrary, he barely increased in size at full erection. It was a bone of contention for Jack, no pun intended but instead of accepting it or doing something about it, he chose blatant denial as his solution. It was not a solution because as much as he loved every other inch of himself arrogantly, his penis size ate at him with vicious malcontent.

 

Continuing to drink and verbally express resentment toward Katie, he slid his hand inside his shorts, stroking and adding to his arousal. He then chugged the rest of the third bottle and instantly opened the fourth. He continued sliding his fingers along his erection and squeezing his hardness. He swigged deeply from the bottle and went to put it down but then he pulled it back to his lips in anger and downed the rest.

 

“Fuck it and fuck you,” he yelled, fuming as he thought of Katie.

 

Standing and returning to the kitchen, he disposed of the two empty bottles and then pulled a fifth bottle from the fridge. Unable to let go of his anger at suddenly being alone and not having a girlfriend, he turned to alcohol and masturbation. By the time an hour had past, he had consumed eight beers and Jack was fundamentally drunk and overflowing with resentment.

 

It was his rage, which somehow managed to stop him from becoming excessively drunk. He eventually told himself that Katie was not worth the energy or the effort, however, being all about aesthetics, as he was, as well as the fact that Katie really was a stunning, young woman, he felt her loss to an extreme. Still, with the thought that he could easily do better than Katie, he lifted the eighth bottle and what was unknowingly to be his last drink. He held it aloft, as if he were giving cheers to someone that was going away for good. He swallowed what was left, put the empty bottle on the ground beside him and then he began to masturbate with intent.

 

“Jack’s hot juice and a cold beer chaser, what more could a guy ask for?”

 

It was only a moment later that the second half of his statement set his mind on an unexpected course. He repeated the last words with a different idea in mind, this time as a serious question.

 

“What more could a guy ask for?”

 

Instantly a devious smile crossed his face and he said, “I don’t know if you can call a faggot a guy but that faggot that stole my limelight yesterday and keeps looking at me in the showers; I would lay an odds on bet that he would want to suck my cock. What would you think about that, Katie? I could get women and men to suck my cock and as for this one, hell, I could probably get him to lick my ass as well,” he said.

 

Perhaps unlikely or unrealistic in normal circumstances but the combination of ego, alcohol and anger, along with his judgment, dislike and resentment toward Nick, was enough to take Jack’s mind where it went. The look on his face appeared like some revelation about the meaning of life and he smiled. As drunk as he was, he only thought for a few moments about his unusual idea, before he simply thought, “A mouth is a mouth is a mouth.”

 

The thought of sex with a man was repulsive to him but he thought he could do it as long as nothing more was expected. He also viewed the idea as a way to humiliate Nick while empowering his own sense of superiority. In particular however, he gained an additional motivation when he thought it would confirm his belief. He imagined after he got what he wanted, he could change the story and have Nick thrown off the team. He pulled his hand out of his shorts, stood up and walked back into the living room. He found the teams addresses and phone numbers and then sat on the couch and reached for the phone.

 

At the time, Nick was seated on his couch after arriving home and taking a quick shower. He was feeling much better than he had that morning. He was irritated that Billy still was not at home but his body was also not hurting as much and his mind was more clear and positive. It was noticeable to him that like every other time, though the blowjob had brought some ease to his sexual and emotional tension, still it was only a temporary relief. He laughed again and shook his head about the invisible man that actually became invisible but as he did, his phone rang. He picked it up and looked at the display but no name was listed. Curious as to the identity of the caller, Nick put the phone to his ear.

 

“Hello?”

 

“Nick?”

 

“Speaking.”

 

“It’s Jack Dawson.”

 

“Hey Jack, what’s happening?”

 

Nick’s response was nonchalant, masking his true surprise. It was only the previous night that Nick had thought that he would not see or hear from any of the team until the following year but suddenly, Jack of all people was on the phone.

 

“Nick, I know this is unusual but I suppose what’s happening is the reason for my calling you. Listen Nick, I know you and I have never been close friends and I’m probably just a teammate to you but I need to talk to someone and though you might not understand this, I trust you and I think that I could talk to you and be open with you.”

 

Nick was shocked but considering how often he had recently been thinking about having sex with Jack, he allowed the fantasy to cloud his mind. He assumed and came to a swift conclusion as to what the phone call was about. He had been playing football with the team for four years and this season he had started to show Jack attention. He had also gathered the courage to approach him and to try to really talk to him. He thought it must have been becoming obvious to Jack because when Jack caught him checking him out the day before, his reaction had been to stroke himself in the shower. Nick suddenly thought Jack must have been trying to let him know he was interested and now he was calling him for the first time ever. It seemed perfectly reasonable at that moment. He decided all of this in seconds and subsequently decided how he needed to react to Jack.

 

“Actually Jack, though I know we’re not close friends, I’ve always really like you and wanted us to be friends,” he said.

 

It was not specifically true but it also was not said deceptively. He was just reacting spontaneously to growing desires. Nick’s surprise from the call, as well as his hopes and his excitement of imagined possibilities, made him believe what he was saying.

 

“I’d be happy for us to be more than teammates. I’ve always held a high opinion of you. If you need to talk to me about something important then I’ll tell you right now that you can trust me and that you can be open with me,” he completed.

 

Nick’s tone of voice was sincere but there was no way he could have known about the look on Jack’s face. Jack was almost laughing at the response and he was thinking he did not even have to try.

 

“Thanks Nick and I want you to know that you can be open with me as well. I want you to know that you can tell me anything,” he replied, emphasizing the word, anything.

 

A smile filled Nick’s face as he heard those words. Subsequently, he decided that Jack was inferring that he knew he was gay and he wanted him to say the words. He wondered if there might be a chance that Jack wanted to do the same.

 

“I appreciate that, Jack.”

 

“Any chance you could come over to my place so we can talk. I’m alone and will be all day and all night long,” Jack said, attempting to entice Nick with possibility.

 

To Nick, this whole scenario seemed too good to be true but it was everything he could have asked for in recent times and it also offered possible opportunities he had wished for. He agreed to leave and come over immediately. He ended the call and in a flash he was out the door and in his car driving.

 

Jack stared at the phone with an egotistical smirk and said, “I fucking knew it. The big badass wants to eat the quarterback’s cock. Man, I wonder if anyone has ever been that fucking desperate to get into my shorts? Most likely but this time it’s a fucking fag. I knew it all along,” he said falsely and the expression on his face was one of disgust.

 

Strolling up to the front door, Nick knocked but as he stood there waiting for the door to open, he heard Jack’s voice calling loudly to him to come in. Nick opened the door and entered but there was no one in sight. He closed the door and as he scanned the empty room, again he heard Jack calling to him, this time telling him he was in the bathroom and to come on through. Without thought or question, Nick walked down the hall until he could hear a shower running.

 

Nick called from just outside the opened door, “Jack?”

 

“Yeah Nick, come in,” he said as he turned off the water.

 

Nick stepped through the open doorway and turned to see Jack stark naked and dripping wet. His eyes took in every inch of Jack in a split second. It was probably because of his anticipation but he thought that Jack looked even better than in the showers of the locker room. Jack turned to face him directly and gave him a big smile.

 

“Thanks for coming, Nick, it means a lot to me. I hope that I can do the same for you as well, soon,” he said, grinning at his ambiguous remark.

 

“Your welcome, Jack,” Nick said obliviously though sincerely.

 

“Shit, Nick, what happened to your face?”

 

“I had a fall, nothing to worry about, Jack. I’m fine.”

 

“I’m glad to hear that,” Jack said and then pointing, he added, “Could you pass me the towel?”

 

As Nick slid the towel from where it hung and turned around to hand it to him, Jack had opened the glass door and was standing as if he were posing for a picture. Jack’s left hand was up and holding the top of the door with a hard grip, his elbow bent so that his bicep flexed considerably. His right hand was down and resting on his hip and abdomen, his fingers pointing toward his sex. He was looking at Nick with an enticing expression, his head slightly tilted down and his eyes looking up and filled with a fuck me glint. It was obvious and provocative to say the least but from Nick’s innocent perspective, it was just a desirable vision.

 

Jack stood there for a moment watching Nick, as he held the towel toward him. It was too easy to see Nick’s eyes darting over his naked body, even though he knew Nick was also trying not to look. He reached out to take the towel and made certain that his fingers slid over Nick’s hand. Nick’s cock bulged in his shorts from the simple touch, which made the effect Jack was having on him more than obvious. Jack smiled as he noticed. He stepped out of the shower recess and wiped all of his body dry, except for his back and ass. He turned his back to Nick, as he stood in front of him allowing him to look. With slow and deliberate actions, he took a small step and then reached for his jockstrap, which was resting on the toilet lid.

 

“Your back is still wet,” Nick said and though he was not aware, Jack gave an unseen and knowing smirk. Leaving the jockstrap where it was, he stood upright.

 

Jack asked, as he looked back over his shoulder, offering Nick the towel, “Would you mind?”

 

“No, not at all,” Nick said and then he began to wipe the droplets away.

 

Nick hesitated momentarily, as he looked at the firm curves of Jack’s ass but then he ran the towel over it, gently pressing and feeling it through the towel as he did.

 

“Thanks for that Nick,” Jack said, as Nick stepped back and hung the towel on the rack he had taken it from.

 

Reaching for his jockstrap, Jack again pulled it toward him but he dropped it onto the floor purposely. He parted his legs and bent down from the hips and his ass cheeks opened and revealed a smooth crack and a tightly clenched anus. Nick inhaled quietly though deeply, as he remembered picturing Jack earlier that morning, while being blown by the invisible man. Jack stood back up and as he turned to face Nick, he pulled the jockstrap up his legs, leaving his cock and balls hanging over the seam while he adjusted the straps around his cheeks. He was putting on a real show for Nick.

 

Nick looked down at Jack’s uncircumcised cock. This was the closest he had ever been to a man that was uncircumcised. It looked so different but he did not care and he wondered if this would be the first he would get to touch.

 

Jack gripped his cock and stretched it and then cupped his palm around his genitals. He then precisely placed them into the pouch and adjusted several times, until it enforced a bulge. It required a couple of efforts because Jack really did not have enough mass to fill the material out the way many men could.

 

Unexpectedly, Jack stepped forward toward Nick and he wrapped his arm around his shoulders and neck. He pulled him against him and gave him a buddy squeeze, pretending that Nick meant something to him. He pressed his crotch against him and said, “Thanks again, Nick, I really appreciate that you’re here for me.”

 

Nick lifted his arms and wrapped them around Jack, hugging back. He had imagined holding Jack like this for nearly six months and his cock stiffened even more. Jack felt Nick’s large erection pushing against him and he smirked as he told himself that what he suspected was definitely confirmed. As he pulled away from Nick, he groaned and grimaced as if he were in pain and both of his hands shot to his groin.

 

Nick asked with concern, “Jack, bud, what’s wrong?”

 

“I got flattened yesterday during the game and I’m really sore. I’m okay. I just need a good massage,” he said deceptively, as he looked back hopefully.

 

Nick offered innocently, “Maybe I could give you one?”

 

“Thanks, Nick, that would be great. How about after we have our talk. It’s my groin that’s the problem so you can give it a good rub for me,” he suggested, again ambiguously.

 

“Sure,” Nick replied, pleased that he could help.

 

After they left the bathroom, Jack told Nick to go into the living room and take a seat. He did, assuming that Jack had gone to his bedroom to get dressed. Nick sat on the middle cushion of a large couch, pointing his body in the direction of a single seat lounge, where he assumed Jack would sit. He tried to make himself comfortable but he immediately noticed that he was not comfortable at all.

 

From the moment Nick had left his apartment, he had been excited and a whole world of possibilities had been running through his head. As he sat on the couch waiting, his inexperience and his fundamental virgin status crept up into his mind like a childhood monster. He was as nervous as all hell and he did not want to let Jack or himself down. He was still excited from just the idea of being naked with another man for the first time but his anticipation was becoming clouded with apprehension.

 

Thinking he needed to overcome it before Jack entered the room, Nick imagined the two of them naked. He let his mind go and he imagined holding, kissing and mutual blowjobs and then finally he imagined penetrating Jack. Just as Nick began to settle, Jack walked into the room. He was still wearing nothing but his jockstrap and then he sat down on the cushion right beside Nick.

 

Jack said, “You’re probably wondering what this is all about?”

 

“Curious,” Nick replied, his eyes taking in the sight of Jack’s body.

 

Jack asked, “I don’t think you ever met my girlfriend, Katie, did you?”

 

For the first time since Jack had called him, Nick suddenly remembered seeing him kissing a woman the night before. He thought the woman must have been his girlfriend. He began doubting his thoughts and what was happening but he was also surprised by the information.

 

“No, I wasn’t even aware that you had a girlfriend, Jack,” he answered.

 

“Well that would be because she doesn’t like football and so she didn’t come to the games. We’d been together for nearly a year and in recent times we broke up.”

 

Jack’s face was unflinching and revealed nothing. Even so, there was no way that Nick could have known that the breakup had happened less than two hours before.

 

“Nick, it really hurt me. I’ve been feeling so bad today. I wouldn’t admit this to any of the other guys but I’ve been feeling so alone and missing the feeling of having someone’s arms around me and holding me.”

 

“I’m so sorry, Jack, I didn’t realize.”

 

“Thanks Nick, I appreciate that but how could you realize. You and I have never been close enough for you to know what goes on in my life but maybe now that you’re here, you could get close to me and get to know me better.”

 

Nick’s mind was so filled with anticipative hopes that he was not considering any possibilities other than a fantasy come true. When Jack said the things he said, Nick took them literally like most people would and perceived no alternate meanings. He was blind to the innuendos that were rolling off Jack’s tongue and he also was completely unaware of the deceptive expressions, which occasionally crossed Jack’s face.

 

Nick asked, although under the circumstances he was glad they had, “Why did you break up with Katie?”

 

“This may sound like a superficial reason Nick but it was to do with sex. You see I love getting my cock sucked and my nuts sucked and I just love it when someone’s tongue works my ass. Shit Nick, just telling you this makes my cock start to get hard, look at the bulge in my jock,” he said and pushed his hips forward to make it even more obvious.

 

Jack watched as Nick looked down at his jockstrap pouch and then said, “I’m sorry, Nick, I wasn’t thinking and I’m just blurting out what I’m feeling. Do you mind me talking about sex? I mean you don’t mind that I’m telling you things like how much I want my cock sucked, do you? Talking about cock sucking doesn’t bother you, does it?”

 

“No,” Nick said softly, trying not to sound too eager.

 

“See! The way you’re listening to me and the way you agree with me, I knew you were the right person to call and someone I could allow to get close to me. Anyway, getting back to your question, Katie has always had a problem with going down on me. She did it occasionally but it became less and less over time, until she stopped doing it all together. I tried talking to her about it but she dismissed my needs and then we started having arguments about it. Everything fell apart from there. Sometime later she left me,” Jack said.

 

“I understand,” Nick said.

 

“I knew that you would. I knew that I could count on you to be here for me,” Jack replied.

 

Jack dropped his head, forcing a deceptively sad expression from his eyes and as Nick looked at him, he felt sorry for Jack and wanted to console him. He reached across and put his hand on his shoulder and then slid it across his back to the other one. When Jack did not respond negatively, Nick pulled him toward him and held him closer.

 

Not really wanting Nick’s arms around him, Jack said, “Nick, that feels so good but do you think you could give me that massage now?”

 

“Yeah Jack, of course,” Nick replied but he was a little surprised because Jack had said he wanted the massage after they talked.

 

Nick thought that surely there had to be more to what Jack wanted to tell him. He then considered with naïve hope, Jack had not wanted to talk at all and everything had been an excuse so they could have sex. Nick liked that imagined idea.

 

“Maybe we could start with me lying on my back and that way it will be easy for you to get to my groin. Move and I’ll lay down and you can climb between my legs,” he said and then he pulled away from Nick’s embrace.

 

“I know that between my legs is exactly where you want to be anyway,” Jack thought.

 

Jack pulled off his jockstrap, freeing his cock from its confinement and then once naked, he reclined onto the couch and let out a sigh as he made himself comfortable. He reached down and gripped his cock and squeezed it. A moment later with it resting in the open palm of his hand, he displayed it, as he looked up into Nick’s eyes.

 

With his eyes wide and needful as he stared at Nick, Jack asked, “Nick, can you imagine having this big cock and needing it sucked, needing someone to slide their lips over it but not having anyone to do it for you?”

 

Nick swallowed heavily as he looked down at Jack’s cock. He could feel his tongue moving to try to negate his nervous dry mouth, which was suddenly plaguing him. His eyes flicked back to Jack’s face and he nodded yes, his nervous desire temporarily interfering with his ability to speak.

 

Jack smiled as he pulled his hand away. He slid both hands up over the front of his body, caressing it sensually but at no point did he break the visual connection between their eyes. He was watching Nick so closely and he was certain that within the next few minutes, this pussy faggot’s mouth was going to be wrapped around his cock, giving him a blowjob and much more if he had his way.

 

Nick looked at Jack’s body but it was almost impossible for him to not look at Jack’s crotch. Nick could feel his erection stretching his briefs within his shorts. Kneeling between Jack’s legs on the couch, he leaned forward and brought his hands into contact with Jack’s chest. He began to firmly rub, trying to maintain the appearance of a proper massage and not look too eager to put his hands near Jack’s cock. Jack sighed because regardless of what he hoped to achieve, the large and strong, masculine hands massaging him, felt really good.

 

It was during those moments that something odd and quite unexpected happened. Nick was gazing at Jack, his eyes flicking from his face, over his body and down to his crotch. He finally was in the position he had wanted to be in for months. He had wanted Jack and now being in such close and personal proximity to him, he suspected he might soon take him into his mouth. He had fantasized about this moment for some time. Not just with Jack but also with any of the men he found attractive. Everything seemed to be almost perfect up to this moment but now, something registered within Nick’s mind.

 

Apart from the sexual need he was experiencing within this sort of intimacy, he realized he really did not feel anything else for Jack. It had all been about experiencing man-on-man sex and had nothing to do with Jack specifically. Here and now it was a completely physical thing and nothing more. He now knew that it had always been that way. Though he knew it did not really matter and that if something was going to happen he was going to enjoy it, he realized that all the emotion and all the angst he had subjected himself to regarding Jack, had been nothing more than an illusion of sexual tension and desire. It was not really about Jack, as much as it was about a first time, face-to-face, sexual encounter. It really was quite a shock to Nick that his lack of self-awareness and his lack of experience in sexual and emotional matters, had subjected him to such unnecessary anxiety.

 

Perhaps it was an odd time to be thinking these thoughts or experiencing self-revelations but as his hands caressed the male body beneath him, Nick was suddenly fully aware of what it was that he really wanted and needed from a man in his life. It was love and emotion and a deep connection that would hopefully be all wrapped up in a hot, sexual bow. His eyes returned to Jack’s eyes and despite the fact that he was now aware of the emptiness between them, he turned his thoughts back to the old fantasy and was ready, if it was going to happen, to let it play out in full.

 

After Nick had been working his torso for a short time, Jack suggested he start working the problem. Nick hesitated momentarily due to his feelings of apprehension, as he gathered the courage to take the next step. As a consequence of never having done so, whenever he thought about initiating sex with a man, he always felt confusion, like it was a puzzle to be solved. He wondered why he always feared this moment of sexual connection with a man but then as he looked at Jack, he could see an unflinching hunger in his eyes. He slid his hands to either side of Jack’s cock and he began to rub his groin softly.

 

“Can I ask you something, Nick?”

 

“Sure, Jack.”

 

“Do you think it’s weird what I said about the different things I wished someone would do to me with their tongue?

 

“No Jack, I would think it was perfectly normal to have desires like that.”

 

With specificity, Jack elaborated, “Even the idea of having that tongue lick along the crack of my ass and then slide inside my butt?”

 

“No,” Nick responded, as he looked down at Jack’s cock once again, while his hands were now edging closer with each movement of his fingers.

 

“You just couldn’t know how much it turns me on to have a hot tongue inside of me and also, how much I love to have my nuts sucked and to allow someone to feast on my big cock,” Jack said.

 

“Oh I think I could,” Nick replied with a half chuckle.

 

“Yeah I know but man, it’s just the best, Nick. It drives me wild. It’s so good Nick that I wish my cock were in someone’s mouth right now. Nick, I need my cock sucked so badly.”

 

Nick’s whole body and his every action paused instantaneously, as his mind registered Jack’s words. The time was finally here. His eyes watched as Jack’s cock began to grow and then begin the turning journey toward his stomach. Fully erect, it stopped, halted by the position of Nick’s right hand. Nick looked at it and was aware that Jack’s cock was not big at all. Nick did not care in the slightest about cock size but it did make him wonder why Jack kept referring to it as big. He suddenly realized that his lack of interest in size was just one more part of the true nature of what he needed. Jack was a face and body, a beautiful one at that but Nick understood that as hot as it was to have someone that was a picture of lust and desire, it was not going to feed his appetite for something more substantial.

 

The certainty made Nick feel more aware of who he was but it did not negate his desire to continue with what was taking place. Jack’s less than subtle remark was now pertinent to something that Nick had long wanted and he knew that Jack was asking him to blow him. Again Nick felt the fear to initiate but he thought that perhaps Jack was prompting him. No words were necessary and he knew that all he had to do was act. He lifted his palm and lowered it on top of the erection and he pushed against it.

 

“Oh yeah,” Jack said, confirming it was what he wanted and then instantly Nick rolled his fingers around it, before he lifted it and slid it into his mouth.

 

“Aw man,” Jack whispered.

 

Nick smiled in the midst of his actions, knowing that he was making Jack happy. He began to relax and soon he was moaning softly at both the thought and the reality. As Nick’s actions continued and began to intensify, Jack, in spite of himself, was enjoying it far more than he had expected from a man. Still the underlying thought remained that he was going to make this faggot pleasure him and then tell him to fuck off. First however, he was going to use and exploit this free mouth and tongue for all they were worth.

 

“Aw Nick, my bud, suck my big cock.”

 

The tone of voice that Nick heard was a satisfied one and it only spurred him toward making the blowjob better. Specifically, because it was his first face-to-face, sexual experience with a man, Nick wanted it to mean more than the anonymous ones at the rest stop. To him it already did mean more but he wanted to show it in his actions. He wanted it to be the best he had ever given, despite that it was only his fifth. He did anything and everything he could think of to raise Jack’s sensitivity and also his enjoyment of the experience.

 

“Ah Dozer, hell, you’re the man,” Jack said.

 

Jack’s words were not false, though. When Nick slid his tongue beneath the foreskin and swirled it around, it began to drive Jack crazy with desire and when Nick pulled the foreskin all the way back and pumped while rubbing his tongue over the sensitive crown, Jack was soon groaning and breathing heavily.

 

Though Nick believed they were just words within Jack’s sexual heat, still he felt as if he were being complimented for his ability. He did not believe he was experienced enough to be considered skilful but it was still nice to hear Jack’s voice make it sound like he was.

 

A minute later, as Jack pulled himself back from his reverie, he felt anger and jealousy toward the man who was going down on him. He was doing it; he was doing it really well and it pissed him off because it seemed like Nick was good at everything he did. Jack’s mind went back to the team and the final game and his hatred for Nick lifted to new heights. Right at that moment, Jack’s demeanor changed and the silent words, “fucking faggot,” ran through his mind.

 

“Yeah that’s it, fucking eat your captain’s big cock,” Jack said.

 

This time it was different. This time there was an aggressive tenor to his tone. There was something cold and unfeeling in his voice, the sound of this second remark so different to the previous one. It crept through Nick insidiously but considering his lack of experience with men, Nick dismissed it as his imagination.

 

Changing his focus from the remark to what he was doing, Nick sucked the uncircumcised erection and felt the excess skin moving more freely within his mouth. It differed from one that was circumcised but the variation though distinct was subtle and made little difference to him. Nick was just glad that he was learning new things with every new experience. He was enjoying pleasuring Jack, he was turned on and he reached and crushed his own erection, which was still imprisoned within his shorts.

 

While his mouth worked Jack and he stroked himself, he ran his other hand over the smooth, hairless body, caressing with his fingers. Despite himself, Jack sighed from the multiple sensations and so Nick played with and tweaked Jack’s hard nipples. Nick could feel all of the stimulation making Jack begin to writhe beneath him. He tasted a small drop of pre-come on his tongue and then he reached down and began to massage and stretch the scrotum beneath his chin.

 

It would have been a simple matter for Jack to just let go and to immerse himself into the experience. Nick really was doing it for him and he knew he was not far off blowing his load into Nick’s mouth. Still, his negative attitudes concerning Nick, battled with his desires and to top everything off, the alcohol was wearing off. He looked down at Nick and watched as he was giving him one of the best blowjobs he had ever received. He knew he wanted it to continue, he knew he wanted Nick to swallow his load but he also knew that he felt a need to make Nick feel like he was his bitch, who had no purpose other than to satisfy him.

 

“Lick and suck my nuts while you’re at it and then when you’re done with that I want you to fuck my butt with your tongue,” Jack said but now it was an order, a directive, like he was telling Nick what play was expected from him on the field. His voice was curt and callous and it made him feel good.

 

For a moment it seemed like it had come from out of nowhere but then Nick associated the tone of voice with the previous remark. It stuck in his craw immediately. It really had nothing to do with what Jack had said but it was all about the way he said it. It was like he was there to do Jack’s bidding and there was no passion in it, no emotional content and certainly no consideration for anyone but himself.

 

Nick felt like he was a prostitute expected to fulfill an obligatory service. It was not as if he was in the middle of anonymous sex. He was with a guy he had known for four years and who had less than ten minutes previously, been talking to him with such sensitivity and vulnerability. Now Jack was suddenly giving him directives and the way he did, made Nick feel low and unimportant.

 

Nick may not have known much about sex and love with men but he knew the rhythms and tones of people, particularly when they changed suddenly and even more so, when it was surrounded in bullshit. He stopped what he was doing, lifted his body upright and looked down at Jack.

 

“Nick, you’re awesome. I love your mouth on my big cock. Don’t stop now, you almost had me there,” he said but there was still a slight degree of condescension in Jack’s tone.

 

“We’re not on the field now Jack and you’re not my captain on the couch,” Nick said.

 

“Come on, Rawlins. We both know how long you’ve wanted this for,” Jack said smugly.

 

Nick’s eyes opened wide. For the first time, Jack referring to him by his surname meant something else. He heard the insignificance and he knew he meant nothing to Jack.

 

Initiated from a place of shock, Nick said, “Excuse me?”

 

“You’re hot for me and my body and you want to eat the star quarterback’s big cock. Admit it,” Jack said, obliviously lost within his ego.

 

Nick asked, now even more stunned, “Are you for real?”

 

Jack asked in reply, not catching on, “What do you mean?”

 

Nick looked at him, studying him, as he tried to determine what was actually going on and what it was that Jack wanted from him. He was now beginning to question everything he had thought and his bullshit barometer was off the scale. He did not want to get caught in something, though he was wondering if maybe he already was. He decided on an immediate change of tact to discover who Jack was and what he was up to.

 

“I’ll get you off soon Jack but first I want you to suck my cock,” Nick said.

 

Jack’s eyes widened from the sudden request. He knew he had to keep it together if he wanted Nick to continue. He could not help but visualize a man’s erect cock entering his mouth and just the thought made his stomach turn. He thought quickly and responded, “Nick, I’m sorry bud but I’ve never been into it and I just can’t do that for you.”

 

Nick nodded. He could not dispute that people had different tastes and preferences. Thinking quickly he said, “Okay Jack, then I’ll fuck you and then I’ll give you the best blowjob ever.”

 

“No fucking way, man. No guy is going to stick his cock inside of me,” Jack said and his expression became horrified.

 

As a final clarification, Nick asked, “How about a hot kiss?”

 

Jack began to pull back and rise into a seated position. His face was flushed but now it was not from sexual stimulation and he said, “Fuck off,” looking like he was about to hurl.

 

Nick asked, “So what exactly do you expect to put into this, Jack?”

 

“My cock, my nuts and my ass for you to suck and lick. We both know you want me and that you’ve been thinking about it for most of the season. I’m doing you a favor but I’m straight so I won’t be returning the favor,” he said, now more confidently.

 

“Too fucking right you won’t and while we’re on the subject, I won’t be accepting it either, you fucking piece of shit,” Nick said.

 

Nick stood up harshly and abruptly and looked down at Jack who was looking at him in shock.

 

“You’re a fucking lowlife, Jack.”

 

“Don’t do this, Rawlins. It’s the only chance I’ll give you and you’ll regret it if you walk away now. You know you want this cock,” Jack said in all seriousness.

 

As odd and unrelated as it seemed initially, Nick suddenly remembered a line from a movie he had seen recently, which a split second later seemed appropriate to Jack’s comment. He really wanted to say the line and follow it up with an appropriate action but as he opened his mouth, he had second thoughts. He shook his head as he looked at Jack and was completely and utterly dumbfounded by the blind and unmitigated gall.

 

Nick asked, “You really have no idea, do you?”

 

Looking back completely confused, Jack asked, “About what?”

 

“Forget it Jack but let me tell you something. You’re the quarterback in a lowly suburban league and there is nothing of a star about you. You may have a good arm but someone just as good, if not better, could replace you in a day. You need to get over yourself, man. You’re nothing special, something I’ve realized here today. I think I understand why Katie left you and if you don’t snap out of your exorbitant narcissism and conceit, you’ll be left with nothing but desperate and unworthy fucks and blowjobs until your looks finally fade away. I know now that I wouldn’t suck your cock if it were the last cock on earth. You’re an insipid man with a narrow mind,” Nick said and then he turned and started to cross the room toward the door.

 

“Fuck you, faggot and fuck off out of my house. Trust me, you’ll never forgive yourself for passing up this opportunity and you’ll regret it for the rest of your life,” Jack yelled.

 

Nick stopped, opened the door, stepped halfway through and then looked back at Jack with a confident smile and said, “Regret is for those who can’t find anything better.”

 

Jack’s expression showed he was trying to figure out what Nick’s remark meant. Nick looked at Jack and then shook his head before he stepped outside and gently closed the door.

 

To be continued...