by GA Hauser
A big smile on his lips at being Kyle’s first, Connor gave the head of Kyle’s cock another long wet lap. The reaction from Kyle was so exciting, Connor’s own cock was beginning to drip and throb.
“Jesus.”
“Mm. Nice. I like it. I knew I would.” Connor maneuvered himself between Kyle’s thighs and put the head of Kyle’s cock into his mouth.
“Ah,” Kyle whimpered, “Connor…holy shit.”
Connor dipped Kyle’s cock deeper into his mouth, loving it. He inhaled Kyle’s musky scent, savored Kyle’s pre-cum on his tongue. He massaged Kyle’s balls happily all the while getting into a rhythm to make Kyle come.
“You better be ready,” Kyle gasped. “Ah! Too late!”
To Connor’s surprise, his mouth filled with cum. He had already decided to swallow, so he gulped and blinked when another full load hit his tongue. That second blast he wasn’t expecting. He swallowed it down as well and waited to see how much more would flow out of Kyle.
When the pulsating of Kyle’s cock slowed down, Connor backed up and paused to see if more cum would emerge from the slit. Only a tiny drop glistened at the tip, so Connor lapped it off. He sat up, very proud of himself. It was then he noticed Kyle’s eyes were sealed tight and he was rocking his hips side to side gently.
“Good?”
“Oh my God.” Kyle grabbed his own dick and tugged on it.
“I swallowed. What do you think? Pretty good, eh?”
In an echo of his previous thoughts, Kyle kept repeating the same line, appearing stunned at the result.
“You gonna live?” Connor laughed at him. When Kyle jolted upright on the bed and connected to Connor’s mouth, Connor’s eyes widened in shock. With Kyle’s tongue inside his mouth, Connor was urged to lie flat on the bed.
Connor grew used to Kyle’s kisses, relaxing as Kyle took charge. Once he was on his back on the bedding, Connor went limp, pliable, and knew it was Kyle’s turn to play.
The kissing was unbelievable. Connor cupped the back of Kyle’s head, encouraging him to continue. First Connor was sucking on Kyle’s tongue, then they’d switch. It was so arousing, Connor began to writhe on the bed. Yeah, he’d kissed girls, but he never wanted to.
He wanted to kiss boys.
He wanted to kiss Kyle Baker.
“I am kissing you,” he mumbled between those kisses.
The comment made Kyle chuckle. He paused, smiling down at Connor. “Yes, you are. You like it?”
“Do I? Forget class and practice, forget studying.” Connor dragged Kyle’s mouth to his again. While he moaned in bliss, his balls were grabbed. Oh yes, touch me. Connor spread his legs in invitation.
Soon he was panting so hard he had to part from Kyle’s mouth to gain air. When he did, both he and Kyle looked down Connor’s body to the contact Kyle was making with it.
“Nice cock, Worthington.”
“Yeah?” Connor breathed heavily. “Jesus, that feels so good, Kyle.”
“This is going to feel even better.” Kyle slid downwards.
Connor’s heart went wild under his ribcage and his gasping echoed in the bare room. The minute Kyle wrapped his hot, wet lips around the head of Connor’s dick, Connor whimpered and began jerking his hips to get in.
“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come,” Connor warned, grabbing Kyle’s shoulders to squeeze as the rush began making its way through his balls.
Kyle sucked harder and faster.
Connor could not believe the sensation. “Oh. Jesus!” He thrust his hips and climaxed. It was so intense, Connor had no idea coming could feel this good.
As Kyle massaged his nuts and sucked him dry, Connor nearly passed out from the strength of the orgasm. “Kyle…Kyle…” he groaned.
“Wow.” Kyle sat up, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand.
“You okay?” Connor asked, reaching for him. “Was it good or did you hate it?”
“Hate it?” Kyle laughed like the comment was absurd and dropped heavily next to Connor on the bed. Once they were side by side again, Kyle wrapped his arms and legs around Connor and cuddled against him. “I loved it. I can’t believe I just sucked your cock.”
Connor chuckled wearily. “It felt so good. I mean so much better than anything I’ve ever had before.”
“Good.” Kyle wiped his own forehead, which was glistening in sweat.
Once they settled down, and their breathing had resumed a normal rate, Connor rested his face on Kyle’s chest, closing his eyes as the urge to sleep washed over him. “I used to sneak the International Jock catalogues into the house and use them to jack off.”
Kyle’s chest rumbled with his soft laugh. “When I was twelve I got off watching the college kid next door. He used to mow the lawn in just a pair of gym shorts.”
Connor chuckled. “You ever jack off with him?”
“No. He was dating some chick. I wouldn’t dare ask a guy to do that unless I was sure.”
“I was never sure.” Connor inhaled deeply, blowing out an exhale across Kyle’s chest. They did the asking, not me.
“It’s hard. I’ve been there.” Kyle combed his fingers through Connor’s hair. “You take a chance of getting the crap beaten out of you every time you try. It sucks.”
“That’s why I never tried. I got enough abuse without making a play at another guy.”
“Yeah.” Kyle stroked Connor’s hair, almost lulling him to sleep. “I still can’t believe the hits you take to the crotch during scrimmages. I swear, Connor, you don’t seem gay to me. Not at all.”
“I try to keep up the macho image, you know?” Connor yawned.
“I know.” After a pause, Kyle said, “That’s why the only reason I can think of for you getting a hit like that, is the guys doing it are hot for you.”
“Sure, Kyle. Sure.” Connor didn’t believe that for a second.
“Some guys are so petrified of being attracted to another man, they do strange things.”
“Maybe I should quit lacrosse and become a rock star.”
Kyle tugged at the long strands of Connor’s hair, raising them into the air and letting them drop again on his chest. “You sing well. Do you play any instruments?”
“Yeah, the guitar a little.”
“There ya go. Perfect cover for a gay guy.”
Connor smiled. “Will you be my roadie?”
“Heck yeah.”
“Good.” Connor kissed his chest and nestled closer. “Good.”
Chapter 10
Kyle was determined to protect Connor.
This illegal slashing and tripping had to stop.
Kyle adjusted his helmet, his gloved-hands gripping the lacrosse stick. As he chewed on the mouth guard, he watched Connor squatting mid-field, ready for the face-off to begin the practice match.
The official blew his whistle. Connor scooped up the ball into his crosse netting and passed it efficiently to a teammate in the attack area. Just as Kyle sprinted downfield to get into a good position, he caught Connor reacting to a hit.
What the fuck?
Kyle spotted one of their own men illegally body-checking Connor, the end of Ross Cartmen’s stick clearly visible between Connor’s legs and hitting him in the groin at the same time.
Kyle went berserk and bit down on the mouth guard as he screamed in fury.
Connor dropped to his knees in pain but play continued as the officials’ focus was near the end line. Kyle spit out the plastic in his teeth and crouched down next to Connor.
Finally a field judge noticed the action and whistles blew.
“Fuck!” Kyle cried. “Connor! You okay?”
After a few deep inhales, Connor hissed through clenched teeth, “Yeah.”
When a referee approached, Kyle jumped to his feet, flailing out his arms in anger. “Didn’t you see that illegal check?”
“Kyle…” Connor stood up slowly. “Forget it.”
“Forget it?” Kyle was breathing fire. A crowd of players gathered around them.
Kyle searched the spectators for the culprit. Ross was conveniently not within hearing range for the accusation.
“You need to get off the field?” the referee asked Connor.
“No.” Connor stuffed the mouthpiece back into his mouth and held the crosse ready.
Another whistle blew and the game resumed.
The minute he was able to, Kyle made a direct line to Ross and hit him in the back with his lacrosse stick.
The referees immediately spotted that illegal act and Kyle was suspended for three minutes to the sidelines.
When he walked off the field, Head Coach Banks and Assistant Coach Knox collared him. “What the hell are you doin’, Baker? Illegally checking your own teammate?”
“You’re going to get thrown off the team if you keep that up,” Assistant Coach Knox said.
Kyle removed his mouth guard and roared, “Didn’t you see what he did to Connor?”
Coach Banks looked confused and exchanged glances with his assistant coach.
Kyle threw up his hands. “Why am I the only one with eyes on this field?” He felt like strangling someone.
“Cool off. I won’t put you back in the game with that attitude.”
As soon as the coaches walked away, Kyle resisted the urge to give them the finger. Fuck! Connor? What the hell is wrong with Ross? Why is he tormenting you?
Kyle rose to his feet as the action on the field became intense. Connor was aggressively going after the ball, legally, and flung it beyond the goalie into the net, scoring.
Though it was reason to celebrate, Connor didn’t. He lowered his head and jogged back to his position.
Kyle couldn’t wait until he could get his hands on Ross. He was going to kill him.
~
The locker room was loud as cleats hit linoleum. They won but it didn’t feel like a win to Connor. He was battered.
As he stood before his locker, he cringed and dropped his helmet to the bench, sitting down slowly to remove his shoes and socks.
Shouting erupted from someplace else in the room. Connor recognized Kyle’s voice.
“Shit.” Connor stood up and headed to the noise. In the midst of a crowd of teammates trying to break up a fight, Connor found Kyle pinning Ross Cartmen to the wall.
“This abuse better stop, asshole!”
“Fuck you, Baker! Get off me!”
No. Oh, God, Kyle, no. Connor covered his mouth in frustration.
“Break it up!” Coach Banks intervened. “What the hell’s going on? Can’t we save our energy for the game on the field?”
Kyle’s teeth were showing as he said, “Tell him to lay the fuck off of Connor! Coach, he’s constantly committing personal fouls on the guy. His own teammate and captain. Ask him why, Coach!”
Connor cringed and closed his eyes. This isn’t happening.
A murmur emerged from the crowd of men.
Connor could swear he heard Kevin and Dick say “Because he’s a faggot,” in a hissing whisper.
He staggered backwards, reaching for the wall and returned to his locker. The argument continued behind a column of lockers, echoing in the bad acoustics.
“I don’t care what’s going on between you, morons! But this shit better stop!” Coach Banks roared.
Connor took off his uniform and pads, changing into his street clothing without a shower.
“Ask him!” Kyle’s voice cracked. “Ask this fucking moron why he’s attacking Connor!”
Connor winced in agony at what may be revealed. He shut his locker door and headed to the exit.
“Where is Connor?” Coach Banks asked.
“Connor?”
As his name was called by several teammates, Connor left the room and hurried home. He was so upset with Kyle he was near tears. Out me! Come on, Kyle! Out me! You idiot!
Since Kyle had driven them to campus, Connor walked home. He was in so much pain he was limping slightly. Biting his lip, holding back his emotions, Connor waited at a crosswalk for the traffic signal to change, wiping at the sweat on his temples. He was mortified by the events in the locker room. He could never show his face there again.
Finished. I can’t do this anymore.
Just as he rounded the bend on the corner where his apartment was, he heard the beep of a car horn.
Kyle pulled into the parking lot behind him.
Connor didn’t wait. He removed his key from his pocket and jammed it into the door lock.
“Connor!”
Connor threw open the lobby door and stormed up the staircase.
“Wait up! Connor!”
He heard Kyle’s heavy footsteps right behind him. When he felt Kyle’s hand on his back, Connor jerked away and screamed, “Get the hell away from me!”
Kyle looked like he’d been kicked in the teeth.
Connor resumed his pace to their apartment.
“Connor? What did I do? I was—”
Before he opened the door to their unit, Connor spun around. “You humiliated me.”
“What?”
“Did I ask you to confront Ross?”
Kyle’s expression fell to a deep frown. “Just let me explain…”
Connor growled and impaled the lock, thrusting open the door. Again he felt Kyle’s touch on his shoulder. He shrunk back and yelled, “Don’t touch me!” He threw his backpack down and headed to the bathroom to shower.
~
Kyle was speechless. He closed the door behind him and placed his books beside Connor’s. “What did I do? I was defending you. I thought I was…” his voice trailed off. The shower started in the bathroom.
Rubbing his coarse jaw in agony, Kyle gathered back the plastic beads in one hand and stared at Connor through the shower doors as he washed. “Baby…” Kyle felt sick. Nothing mattered more to him than this man.
He opened the shower door a crack and looked in. The amount of red marks on Connor’s back and legs was disheartening. “I’m sorry. I thought I was helping.”
Connor spun around, looking enraged. “Helping?”
“I can’t take that homophobe beating on you. I can’t.”
“Don’t you think everyone on the team knows he’s a homophobe? And that’s the reason why he’s hitting me?”
The amount of pain on Connor’s face was killing him. “No.”
“How could they not!” Connor yelled, his voice echoing off the wet tile.
Kyle started breaking down. “He said…he said he was jealous you were captain.” Kyle wiped at his eyes roughly. “That he wanted to be a captain.”
Connor’s body went limp as if he couldn’t keep up the anger.
“Look at you.” Kyle had to stop himself from weeping. Connor’s body was so bruised it was painful to see. “Forgive me.”
With his right hand Connor shut off the water and stood dripping, his head down, his hair pasted to his cheeks and neck.
Kyle took a towel off the rail and slid the door wider. As Connor stood still, Kyle patted him dry. “I’m so sorry.”
In a quick movement, Connor embraced Kyle, drawing him to his chest.
At first Kyle thought Connor was going to get violent and push him away. But that didn’t happen.
Kyle encircled Connor in his arms and picked him up, lifting him out of the tub. They stood together in the steamy room, rocking, trying not to cry.
“Forgive me.” Kyle’s eyes stung.
“I forgive you.”
Kyle held Connor’s hand, leading him to Connor’s double bed. With a gentle gesture, Kyle persuaded Connor to lie back on it.
Naked, his eyes shining, Connor relaxed with a hand across his belly and one of his knees bent.
As he stared down at the vision on the bed, Kyle kicked off his shoes and removed his clothing. Once he was undressed, Kyle joined him, reaching to touch Connor’s bronze skin. Kyle made the rounds of the reddish bruises on Connor’s torso, lightly tickling his fingertips over the
m, wishing them gone. He dug into Connor’s pubic hair, massaging his groin, hearing Connor release a breath between his teeth.
“Too hard?” Kyle asked, easing up on this pressure.
“Very hard.”
Kyle glanced downwards. Connor’s cock was standing out from his body like a pole. “Make love to me.”
“I’d prefer it if you’d make love to me.”
Cupping Connor’s jaw, Kyle made Connor meet his eyes. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
Kyle didn’t know what to do. Had they prepared? I don’t even have a rubber.
As if reading his mind, Connor smiled. “In the nightstand drawer.”
“What?” Kyle asked. “You mean?”
Connor nodded, a loving smile on his lips.
Almost on a dare, Kyle sat up and took a look. Condoms and lubrication. “Son of a bitch.”
Connor laughed softly. “Wishful thinking. What can I say?”
“I’m glad,” Kyle replied. “I didn’t even imagine we’d…well, I imagined it but—”
“Kyle?”
“Yes?”
“Grab the lube.”
Kyle’s heart skipped a beat. Connor Worthington is inviting me in? How lucky can I get? Trying not to shake with excitement, Kyle retrieved both items they needed and dropped them onto the bed. His own cock bobbed at the thought of penetration. The urge to screw Connor was strong.
Great, now I’m hyperventilating.
While Kyle tried to get a grip on his libido, Connor leaned over and took his cock into his mouth. Kyle grunted loudly and closed his eyes. “You do that for long and I’m never going to make it inside your ass.”
Connor parted from him with a slurp and licked his lips teasingly. “I love doing that to you.”
“Good.” Kyle held back a wave of orgasmic chills. It seemed he was taking too long, because Connor tore open the rubber package and rolled the condom on Kyle’s erection.
“Make-up sex?” Kyle tried to laugh but he was panting too hard.
“That’ll work.” Connor opened the new tube of gel and inspected it. He squeezed a blob onto his fingertips and began massaging Kyle’s sheathed cock.
“Holy Christ!” Kyle pinched the base of his dick to prevent coming.