We were both on the Football team, he was one year older than me. We were not good friends, we were always in a competition with each other. One night after a tough FB practice, we came off the field and just had at it, a full-on fistfight broke out between us. It was a full pads and gear practice in August, and it must have been 110 degrees out. Coach stayed out of the way as the tension between us for our front-four position was off-the-charts.
"Two stupid fucking Bulls in full Heat" was what coach said to me after it ended.
He threw the first punch, and it landed on the side of my helmet, no hurt there. Being a smart-ass, I took my helmet off, threw it to the ground, and taunted him to hit me again. He came back at me, we hit the mud and dirt hard. We had our cleats on, I kicked him in the nuts only to discover he had his cup on.
We grappled for another 2-3 minutes, and I realized that in (and out!) of my jockstrap was the hardest hard-on I had ever experienced.
It was only then that I realized that our (my) tension was mostly sexual. I had to brand him with my seed, and fuck him in his buff, jocked ass.
He spit at me as I was getting up, I walked away. We were both bruised and hurt, but we wouldn't admit it.
The next day, we both showed up for practice at the same time. Coach had us in his office, and we got a very long talk about being on the same team, how he would kick us off it that happened again, and plenty more bullshit that my stud ass was not going to listen to. We had to shake hands and tell coach that we would stay out of each others way on the field. "What you two stupid fucking horndogs do off the field is up to you", Coach said, "just don't kill yourselves, or worse, show up for the game hurt!"
For the rest of the season we managed to not get in each others way too much, but the tension remained.
The following summer we both got jobs as Hod carriers for a group of masons, we carried the bricks to the guys laying them. It was hot, tough work, but great for getting into the best possible shape for football. When we realized we were two of the lowest men on the same totem pole, and we both needed the jobs, we started to talk to each other. Brad wasn't a bad dude, and he had a very tough earlier life that I wasn't aware of when we were playing on the same FB team. The boss loved that we were the two hardest working guys they had ever hired from our school, our bull-headed nature had turned to our favor.
After a few weeks, I told him I was taking my canoe out for a weekend camping trip on a rural river, and asked if he wanted to come along. I said it was beers manditory and everything else optional. I was kind of shocked when he said he wanted to go, but that he had never paddled before.
"Brad, I can teach you how to paddle, but I can't teach you how to just fucking relax".
"Do you think we can have fun?"
"you bring the beers, we can have fun".
I brought zero change of clothes, a 2-man tent, some basic food, lots of beers, a fishing pole and some lube and lots of suntan oil. Nothing else.
He showed up at the put-in point with nothing but a backpack and his truck. "What you got in the sack? I said as we were loading into the canoe. "you'll know soon enough" Brad said.
After about ten minutes float, he had his paddling basics, and we were off.
We popped the first of about 10 beers each that first afternoon, found a place to camp just before sunset, and proceded to fish for dinner. We caught two decent sized bass, I cleaned them while Brad watched, and he started a fire.
We had talked about life all afternoon, and by the time dinner was over, I started to pitch the tent. It would be dark soon, so we had to hurry our drunken selves to finish. We were laughing, but Brad suddenly got serious.
"Hey, Chuck, remember the fight we had last year?"Brad asked.
"Remember, shit, all I remember is kicking your fucking ASS!" I said.
"You didn't kick my ass, I let you off..."
"No fucking way, Dude, I had you stone, cold hard!"
Brad laughed out loud - "Bro, it was YOU that was hard!"
"Well, I kinda do remember that I kicked you in the Nads..."
"Bro, you fucking broke my fucking cup!" Brad said.
"No fucking way!"
Brad reached into his backpack to show me a grey McDavid cup, in two pieces.
"Fuck, Bro, did that hurt?"
"nope, but it did do one thing"
"Dude, it wasn't just you that was hard. Chuck, I've wanted to have your Dick inside of me since that very moment"
"Wait, what? You want to Bottom for me Brad?"
Brad took off his shorts, revealing a HUGE Boner in his stretched, dirty, piss stained jockstrap.
"Hey man, look! as Brad reached into his backpack, I brought you some Lube!
"I brought some too", I laughed, as I took off my shorts to reveal my fully packed jock pouch.
Turns out, no lube was needed, as I rimmed his ass and used spit and precum to penetrate his sweet, beautiful ass for the first of hundreds of times in the next year.
He was my best fuckbuddy, and i miss him lots.
"Two stupid fucking Bulls in full Heat" was what coach said to me after it ended.
He threw the first punch, and it landed on the side of my helmet, no hurt there. Being a smart-ass, I took my helmet off, threw it to the ground, and taunted him to hit me again. He came back at me, we hit the mud and dirt hard. We had our cleats on, I kicked him in the nuts only to discover he had his cup on.
We grappled for another 2-3 minutes, and I realized that in (and out!) of my jockstrap was the hardest hard-on I had ever experienced.
It was only then that I realized that our (my) tension was mostly sexual. I had to brand him with my seed, and fuck him in his buff, jocked ass.
He spit at me as I was getting up, I walked away. We were both bruised and hurt, but we wouldn't admit it.
The next day, we both showed up for practice at the same time. Coach had us in his office, and we got a very long talk about being on the same team, how he would kick us off it that happened again, and plenty more bullshit that my stud ass was not going to listen to. We had to shake hands and tell coach that we would stay out of each others way on the field. "What you two stupid fucking horndogs do off the field is up to you", Coach said, "just don't kill yourselves, or worse, show up for the game hurt!"
For the rest of the season we managed to not get in each others way too much, but the tension remained.
The following summer we both got jobs as Hod carriers for a group of masons, we carried the bricks to the guys laying them. It was hot, tough work, but great for getting into the best possible shape for football. When we realized we were two of the lowest men on the same totem pole, and we both needed the jobs, we started to talk to each other. Brad wasn't a bad dude, and he had a very tough earlier life that I wasn't aware of when we were playing on the same FB team. The boss loved that we were the two hardest working guys they had ever hired from our school, our bull-headed nature had turned to our favor.
After a few weeks, I told him I was taking my canoe out for a weekend camping trip on a rural river, and asked if he wanted to come along. I said it was beers manditory and everything else optional. I was kind of shocked when he said he wanted to go, but that he had never paddled before.
"Brad, I can teach you how to paddle, but I can't teach you how to just fucking relax".
"Do you think we can have fun?"
"you bring the beers, we can have fun".
I brought zero change of clothes, a 2-man tent, some basic food, lots of beers, a fishing pole and some lube and lots of suntan oil. Nothing else.
He showed up at the put-in point with nothing but a backpack and his truck. "What you got in the sack? I said as we were loading into the canoe. "you'll know soon enough" Brad said.
After about ten minutes float, he had his paddling basics, and we were off.
We popped the first of about 10 beers each that first afternoon, found a place to camp just before sunset, and proceded to fish for dinner. We caught two decent sized bass, I cleaned them while Brad watched, and he started a fire.
We had talked about life all afternoon, and by the time dinner was over, I started to pitch the tent. It would be dark soon, so we had to hurry our drunken selves to finish. We were laughing, but Brad suddenly got serious.
"Hey, Chuck, remember the fight we had last year?"Brad asked.
"Remember, shit, all I remember is kicking your fucking ASS!" I said.
"You didn't kick my ass, I let you off..."
"No fucking way, Dude, I had you stone, cold hard!"
Brad laughed out loud - "Bro, it was YOU that was hard!"
"Well, I kinda do remember that I kicked you in the Nads..."
"Bro, you fucking broke my fucking cup!" Brad said.
"No fucking way!"
Brad reached into his backpack to show me a grey McDavid cup, in two pieces.
"Fuck, Bro, did that hurt?"
"nope, but it did do one thing"
"Dude, it wasn't just you that was hard. Chuck, I've wanted to have your Dick inside of me since that very moment"
"Wait, what? You want to Bottom for me Brad?"
Brad took off his shorts, revealing a HUGE Boner in his stretched, dirty, piss stained jockstrap.
"Hey man, look! as Brad reached into his backpack, I brought you some Lube!
"I brought some too", I laughed, as I took off my shorts to reveal my fully packed jock pouch.
Turns out, no lube was needed, as I rimmed his ass and used spit and precum to penetrate his sweet, beautiful ass for the first of hundreds of times in the next year.
He was my best fuckbuddy, and i miss him lots.
