by GA Hauser
Kyle moaned against Connor’s mouth and it caused Connor’s cock to twitch with longing. As if he knew what Connor wanted, Kyle ran his hand along Connor’s length, using his thumb to massage the slit.
Connor broke the kiss for a deep breath, arched his back and began riding Kyle’s cock.
“Jesus, Connor…” Kyle increased his fisting in time with Connor’s body thrusts, licking Connor’s erect nipples.
Connor’s head began to spin. Before he closed his eyes and rushed head first into an orgasm, he stared at the motion of Kyle’s hand on his engorged dick and the ripples of Kyle’s abs and chest. “Kyle, Kyle…” At the sound of Kyle grunting and the deep penetration, Connor knew Kyle was climaxing. That wonderful pulsating began and Connor let go, his body bursting with pleasure.
His cum splashed his skin as Kyle jerked his cock in a blur of motion. Connor voiced his euphoria in sexual groans that he heard echo in his temples.
The throbbing of Kyle’s length subsided inside him. As Connor caught his breath, the perspiration ran down his neck and armpits. He settled on Kyle’s lap and they embraced.
“I love you, Connor.”
Connor’s heart melted instantly. He nudged Kyle to look at him and said, “I love you too, babe.” Connor raised his hips to disconnect them, then relaxed again for some kissing.
Kyle hummed in contentment as they cuddled, their kissing soft and full of affection.
Connor was lost. Lost in love, and the hope that he had found his partner and soul mate. Kyle Baker was everything he wanted in a partner, and more.
Chapter 13
Kyle woke up. As he shook off the haziness of his dreams he found himself in Connor’s bed, in Connor’s embrace. A dewy sweat sealed their overlapping bodies.
He couldn’t remember being this happy. Gazing down at Connor’s long, dark eyelashes as he slept, Kyle lazily ran his fingers through Connor’s brown locks. “I have you. I wanted you, prayed you wanted me, and now…” Kyle smiled. “Here we are.”
Connor stirred. Kyle waited for the sight of Connor’s blue eyes.
Connor blinked and began to wake up. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Kyle felt Connor’s morning wood pressed against his hip.
“I slept great.”
“Me too.” Kyle reached down and played with Connor.
“Yum.” Connor wriggled in delight.
“Wanna come?”
“Yes!” Connor smiled wickedly.
Kyle gave his cock a last good squeeze, then began inching lower.
“Blow job? Oh yeah!” Connor pumped his fist into the air.
Once he’d pulled the sheet down, Kyle settled between Connor’s legs. He admired Connor’s perfect dick before he directed it at his mouth and sucked the tip.
Connor gave out a long, whimpering, “ohhhh” sound as he was serviced. It only made Kyle more enthusiastic. He rose up on his elbows and drew Connor deeper, as much as he could take before having to pull back. He couldn’t quite get all of Connor’s dick inside his mouth, so he used his hands to work the base.
“God, Kyle! Where have you been all my life?”
Kyle tried to answer with his mouth full.
“Yes. Oregon.” Connor laughed until he resumed moaning.
A taste of pre-cum touched his tongue. Kyle quickened his pace.
“I’m close.” Connor jerked his hips in reflex.
To get a better angle, Kyle got to his knees, fondled Connor’s nuts and drew powerful suction from the base to the tip of his hard-on.
“Ah…I’m there.” Connor arched his back and his muscles tensed.
Kyle closed his eyes and felt the creamy cum fill his mouth. He moaned in pleasure and swallowed, waiting for more.
As Connor recuperated, Kyle lapped at him gently, dipping his tongue into his slit to get the oozing drops. “Damn, you taste good.”
Connor laughed tiredly. “Vegetarian cum.”
“Maybe.” Kyle peeked up at him. “We have a game today.”
“I know. I can’t move.”
Kyle knelt upright and stared at Connor’s naked body. He jerked at his own cock as he did.
“Gimme that.” Connor beckoned Kyle closer.
Kyle crawled up Connor’s torso and straddled his chest. He aimed his dick at Connor’s mouth and it was received.
“Oh, yes.” Kyle’s body reacted to the sensation of a wet, tight hole, growing rock hard. Connor gripped an ass cheek in each hand and used it to thrust Kyle in and out.
Kyle fucked Connor’s mouth, amazed how deep Connor could take him, and how rough he was willing to be. The swoon began in Kyle’s balls and worked outward in circular waves. “I’m coming.”
Connor grunted in excitement and began piston fucking Kyle with his mouth. Kyle couldn’t believe the sensation. He clenched his teeth and came, feeling Connor’s finger pressing into his rim from behind.
Connor continued to suck and groan after Kyle had come. Kyle was dripping with sweat and gasping for breath. “Holy shit, Connor.”
“Mm!” Connor released Kyle’s dick to the tip, sucked hard, then pulled back with a pop sound. As he relaxed, he rubbed his face into Kyle’s pubic hair inhaling deeply. “You’re an aphrodisiac.”
“I can’t believe we have to function. I need more sleep now.” Kyle felt spent.
“What time is it?” Connor rested his face against Kyle’s softened cock.
Kyle tried to read the digital clock on Connor’s nightstand. “Just after seven.”
“We have to shower and go.”
“We’re playing UC in Santa Barbara.”
“I know.” Connor touched Kyle’s hip in a gesture to move.
Kyle leaned down to peck his lips, climbing off and stretching his back. “I swear I could go right back to bed.”
“Come on, babe. A shower will do us both good.” Connor led the way.
~
Standing in front of his locker, Kyle loaded his bag with his pads, white jersey, gold shorts, gold helmet, and cleats. He peeked at Connor as he did the same. Connor appeared preoccupied. But Ross was gone. Problem solved?
The room was noisy as they prepared for the bus ride to Santa Barbara. This was the second game of the season. They had spent most of their time practicing, playing scrimmages in the intramural fields, and weight-lifting at the John Wooden Center. They had a long four months of practice and games ahead to get to the championship finals.
It didn’t help that he and Connor were both carrying heavy academic credit loads this semester.
Kyle heard a locker slam shut. He looked over his shoulder at Donald who was busy getting ready for their away game. He noticed Donald staring at Connor. Kyle looked at the direction of Donald’s gaze. Connor’s ass.
Kyle cleared his throat.
Donald jumped out of his skin, grabbed his gear, and vanished.
Connor asked, “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” Kyle didn’t think Connor needed the extra aggravation.
Someone yelled into the locker room it was time to go. Kyle thought it sounded like he graduate assistant, Denny Perkins.
Kyle zipped his bag and shouldered it, carrying his crosse. “You ready?”
“Yup.” Connor shut his locker and hoisted up his gym bag.
They got caught up in the rush as the team filed outside to the parking lot and the waiting bus.
Daydreaming, his head down, Kyle caught Connor reacting to something. When Kyle jerked his head up to catch the action, he found Connor glaring at Kevin as he hurried past them.
“Did he just push you?” Kyle asked.
“Yes.”
“Jesus. Ya get rid of one moron…”
Connor whispered, “Well, he’s the one who made the remark about Donald being gay and staring at my ass.”
Kyle frowned. Yeah, he was again a minute ago.
“I can’t complain to Banks. He’ll begin to think I’m a pussy who can’t fight my own battles. As long as I don’t get an illegal check to the
nuts again, I can handle it.”
“This sucks.” Kyle had no idea why being gay was such a threat to anyone. Why did what he and Connor do in the bedroom make any difference to other people? They played the game of lacrosse, didn’t bother anyone, minded their own business…
A line formed at the bus’ entrance. Denny was checking off a list as they boarded.
Connor entered the bus, Kyle right behind him as the driver stowed their gear under the bus’ carriage. Connor hesitated. Kyle looked over Connor’s shoulder to see why.
A busload of lacrosse players was giving the two of them the “evil-eye”.
“Mother-fucker,” Connor breathed.
“Move. Go find a seat.” Kyle glared at the worst offending team members as they passed, waiting for a disparaging comment. What the fuck? I thought we were beyond this? What did I miss?
Kyle struggled to recall the day when they admitted they were gay. Didn’t the guys get it? It was done. They came out. Wasn’t that what they wanted? To out them? What now?
Right before they sat down, Kyle noticed the glowers change to passive faces. The sound of Coach Bank’s voice came next.
Oh, I get it. Kyle realized their tolerance was an act for the head coach. Nice.
Connor sat by the window as Kyle dropped down heavily next to him.
“All right, you guys.” Coach Banks stood at the front by the driver, who was now behind the wheel. “Second game of the season, but don’t underestimate how important it is to win. We have to beat UC. Got it?”
A cheer rose up from the men.
With a hiss, the bus doors closed and the engine grew louder as they left the parking lot. Kyle glanced down as his hand was clasped. He looked across the aisle at another teammate and caught Dick Lang’s sneer.
Defiantly, Kyle held Connor’s hand in both of his as they stared out of the window at the storefronts on Sunset Boulevard.
~
Connor knew Kyle was acting like a bodyguard. They brushed shoulders while they walked to the visiting team’s locker room.
The acoustics were terrible as the noise of shouting, rough-housing, and echoing footfalls masked the conversations around him. Connor felt that ice ball in his gut again. It was as if something was going on he wasn’t aware of. He felt ignorant to a secret that was known to everyone but he and Kyle. What was it? Gossip? Probably.
Dick Lang raced by, slamming into Kyle as he did. Connor exchanged looks with Kyle. Connor had no idea if it was intentional or not. Dick didn’t peer back and gloat, so Connor assumed it was accidental.
Kyle dropped his bag in front of a locker and opened it, toeing off his tennis shoes and flipping them into the bottom.
The noise hadn’t let up. Over the din Connor thought he heard yelling to hurry up and get dressed.
“Jesus,” Kyle said.
Connor looked at Kyle to see why he had said that word.
Kyle rolled his eyes and gestured to Donald who had chosen a locker across from them, identical to the way his was situated at their own locker room. “He does like to stare at your ass, Connor.”
Before Connor yanked down his shorts he studied Donald’s actions. Donald turned away quickly.
“At least he isn’t taking pot shots at me on the field.” Connor removed his lower half of garments and tossed it into the locker. “I’d rather have my ass admired than whacked with a lacrosse stick.”
“Good point.”
Connor drew his jockstrap up his legs and felt Donald’s gaze. He spun around quickly and caught him ogling. “Hey, Don! Enjoying the view?”
Kyle appeared nervous and bit his lip.
Donald ignored the comment and gave Connor his back as he finished dressing.
“Don’t antagonize anyone. It’s bad enough.” Kyle tugged his t-shirt over his head and removed his shoulder pads from his bag.
“What’s bad enough?” Connor adjusted his cup and put his uniform shorts on over it.
“You didn’t notice anything on the bus?” Kyle faced his locker as he continued getting ready.
“I felt something, but I didn’t see anything. What did you see?”
“Sneers. I think they’re behaving normally because of Coach Banks. The minute he’s in the area they straighten out their expressions.”
“You think Coach is punishing them? Ya know, doing something to the guys who are homophobes?”
“I don’t know.” Kyle glanced back at Donald.
Connor sat on the bench to put on his socks and shoes. “Well, it’s not just me then.”
“Nope. Something’s going on.”
~
After a brief warm up, the team gathered on the field. Connor tried to pump them up for the beginning of the game. But his enthusiasm fell flat. Coach Banks was busy on the sideline with the opposing team’s coach and referees, discussing procedure and exchanging rosters.
Connor made a frustrated face at Kyle and Kyle shrugged in reply.
Kevin began barking like a drill sergeant, creating the energy the group needed to get their testosterone surging. Suddenly the noise of cheers and grunting was intense.
Okay. Whatever works. Connor was trying not to take the reactions personally. The key was to win.
“Now let’s go get those nasty queers!”
Connor choked and met Kyle’s gaping expression.
“What the fuck did you just say?” Connor asked the same junior who had body-slammed Kyle in the hall. Dick Lang.
A chant overtook Connor’s protest. It appeared the rallying cry was supposed to be for their benefit and to battle the opponent. Either way, Connor didn’t care for the tactic.
Connor caught Kyle looking back at the sideline.
Coach Banks was on his way over. Denny intercepted him before he ever made it to their huddle.
The group broke ranks and jogged either to their field position or the bench.
Connor met Kyle and walked slowly to their side of the field. “Did I just hear what I think I heard?”
“Where the fuck did that come from?” Kyle shook his head.
“They weren’t talking about us, right? They meant UC?”
“I think it was meant for us to get psyched, but no doubt it had a double-meaning.”
“What the fuck! What the fuck!” Connor was about to kill someone. He almost smashed his crosse into the ground to snap it when Kyle grabbed his shoulder. “Look.”
Connor followed the direction he was indicating. The junior that had uttered the nasty cheer was in front of Coach Banks on the ground, doing pushups.
“Let me guess. Denny overheard Dick’s sick rally and told Coach Banks.” Connor stopped in his tracks. “He’s punishing them.”
“Yup.”
“That’s what’s going on behind our backs, Kyle. Coach is trying to keep them in line.”
“And we’re to blame.”
“Are we? Because we’re gay?”
“Because we came out. We’re an embarrassment to the team. We castrated them.” Kyle scanned the field. “I think macho-jocks aren’t afraid of fairies.”
Connor looked at his team. The scowls aimed at them at the meted out punishment were intimidating.
“I can’t do this, Kyle. I’m going to quit.”
“No.” Kyle faced him.
“Yes. It’s too much anyway with the credit load. I can’t get all my work done.”
“Don’t make a quick decision. Think about it.”
“It’s all I have done.” Connor heard a whistle blowing and hurried to his place on the field.
Chapter 14
Kyle didn’t like losing. But it was hard for him and Connor to play with any real zeal when they knew what their teammates felt about them.
There were no illegal checks, no crosse between the legs, nothing. They were left alone, ignored, not given the ball to pass or shoot at the goal, and denied the pleasure of participating.
Though Kyle watched Connor start the game with the idea of going for it and winning, as the game pro
gressed and the passing game excluded them, he noticed Connor moving on the field less and less. He couldn’t blame him. He did the same.
Did the coaches notice? They had to. Could they force the team to behave in a certain way? No. Coach Banks could stamp, yell, point fingers, add extra laps or pushups to their routines, but he could not stop ignorance.
As Kyle undressed he felt more spent mentally than physically. It was psychological warfare.
“Thank fuck.”
“What?” Kyle asked Connor who was nearly naked standing next to him.
“Separate shower stalls.”
“Good.” Kyle agreed.
Connor walked off with his towel.
Kyle sat slumped over, resting his chin in his hands. He’s right. I can’t do this anymore either.
When Kyle prepared to stand up and head to the shower, he realized he was surrounded by hostile teammates.
“The freak with the long hair we expected to be a fag.”
“Shut up, Kevin.” Kyle stood tall, his back to the locker.
“But you’re worse!” Dick curled his lip in disgust. “You pretend to be like us.”
“Nasty cock-sucker,” Joe snarled.
Kyle was stunned. He knew there were some guys who would shun him, but this? “What the hell does it matter to any of you what I do in my private life? It’s my choice.”
Frank Valley pushed him.
Kyle hit the locker behind him and raised his hands in defense.
“We lost because of you queers! The other team isn’t going to be intimidated by a bunch of limp-wristed fags!”
“Shut up!” Kyle said, “That’s bullshit, Kevin, and you know it.”
“We want you and that long-haired queer-bait off the team!”
“Or?” Kyle puffed up his chest.
The group drew closer. There was no way Kyle could defend himself against six athletes.
“What?” he asked, “You’ll beat me up?”
Kevin poked his finger into Kyle’s chest. “We want you both off the team.”
Kyle swatted Kevin’s hand aside. “You can’t tell us what to do.”
Dick went for Kyle’s throat. Kyle hit the metal lockers with a loud thud and began fighting back.
“Coach Banks!” someone hissed.
Kyle was released and the crowd dispersed. He labored to catch his breath and caught the warning glares as they vanished.
