Long Pass Chronicles 02 - Canning the Center (31 page)

Jamal walked toward the bed, swinging his cock before him. “Definitely come.”

“Shit, Bunny, you’re the sexiest man.”

“I just wanted you to see how irresistible Trixie is.”

Trev slapped a hand over his mouth to hide his giggle.

“What? You don’t think I can parade on the stage in a dress and sing about handsome devils and chains five miles long?”

“You’re never going to forgive me for that, are you?”

Jamal leaned his legs against the side of the bed and arched forward, advertising. “Nope. Gonna hold it over your head until the day we die.”

Trevor scooted on his knees, then leaned forward and touched the tip of his tongue to the tip of Jamal’s cock. “Maybe I can make it up to you.”

Jamal put a hand to his head and batted his enhanced lashes. “It’s not likely, but I’ll let you try—every day.”

Trevor looked up. “Bunny, that will be my pleasure.” He opened wide and swallowed.

Jamal popped his hips, and Trev took it all, sucking him deep, then swirling his tongue over the head as Jamal pulled back. “Oh man, you’re the king of blow jobs.”

“Mmmft.” He popped his lips off. “Queen, puh-leez!”

“Well, my queen, I want you to suck me and fuck me.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Lie down and enjoy.”

Jamal fell onto the bed, garters flying, and flipped on his back, giving Trevor unimpeded access. His royal sweetness crawled up Jamal’s body and licked his sticky lips. “Now there’s a taste I recognize. It really looks beautiful. I wish I had lips like yours, all Angelina and shit.” He opened his mouth and kissed Jamal deeply, then pulled back and began a slow kissing spree down Jamal’s neck and shoulders to his nipple. “If I had those lips, I’d be better equipped to kiss all this gorgeousness.” He licked the nub until it pebbled, and zings of electricity flashed straight to Jamal’s cock.

“Oh man, who knew that’d feel so good?”

“We never manage to fuck with our whole bodies naked.” He moved to the other nipple.
Just as great
.

“True. We’re masters of half-dressed intercourse.”

“I like it. It’s kinky.” He laughed.

Slowly Trev descended and licked a circle around Jamal’s innie, letting the slick wetness bump against the head of his cock. Jamal’s hips thrust up on their own. Trevor chuckled. “Anxious, are we?”

“I wish it was physically possible to be sucked and fucked at the same time.”

“Oh really?”

“Hmm. I like the sound of that question.”

“Hold on.” Trevor leaped off the bed and ran toward the door.

“No, Trev. No. Don’t stop.”

“Be right back.”

Now look what you’ve done
. He started stroking his own cock.

Footsteps and heavy breathing. Jamal looked down at Trevor, who ran in the door carrying a grande-size pink dildo.

“You’re kidding.”

“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.”

“And you have?”

He pointed the dildo toward Jamal’s dick. “I had to get ready for Mr. Downtown somehow.”

“That is so the wrong color.”

“Not in your butt.” He laughed.

Okay, he was laughing, but every cell in his cock had to be panting. Trevor lay back on the bed, leaned over, and kissed him while dragging the dildo along the length of his cock. Jamal howled, “Do it. Please!”

“Tsk, tsk, so much in a hurry.”

“Trevor—”

Soft lips nibbled Jamal’s ear. “You want me to get serious? You want fast and hard?”

“Yes, yes!”

Trevor pushed Jamal onto his side. He could easily have resisted, but who the hell wanted to? He heard a pop, a squishy sound, and then two lubed fingers insinuated themselves into his hole. “Oh yes, more.”

A third finger joined the mix, while Trevor cranked his dick with the other hand. Good, but not good enough. Jamal flopped on his back and raised his legs, exposing the target area.

Trev chuckled and then—yes, what he’d been longing for. Well, kind of. A cool, smooth intruder pushed against his ass.

“Harder.”

Trev responded with a firm thrust that sent the dildo into his butthole and his head into outer space. Wow. He’d never used a toy. Should have tried this a long time ago.

“You okay, Bunny?”

“Totally.”

“Good.” Trevor manipulated the dildo like it was a violin, sliding in and out, maneuvering it so its slightly curved head hit all the nerves Jamal could wish for.

Jamal whimpered. “Not as good as the real thing, but very effective.”

“How about we add some ‘real thing’ to the mix?” Never letting go of the dildo, Trevor crouched beside Jamal and turned his head so one seriously swollen cock throbbed right at mouth level. Then he started to suck. His hand thrust the phony cock in and out while his luscious lips pulled the juice out of Jamal like a root beer float.
Oh. My. God
. Talk about wish fulfillment.

“Trev, that’s amazing. No, better than amazing. No words. Sweet Jesus.” His hips happy-danced all over the mattress, and Trev’s bobbing and weaving would have done justice to Mohammad Ali, but the steady fucking of the dildo never wavered.

Suck. Fuck. Suck. Fuck. If he were a stadium sign, every light would be glowing.
Too great.
Fire bubbled the cum in his balls.
Ready to blow
. “Want you in me when I come. Please, baby. Hurry.”

The dildo pulled out, but the mouth never left. How the hell Trevor managed to put on a condom while sucking like a vacuum cleaner could only be known to advanced physics, but suddenly Trev’s lips popped off Jamal’s boiling-point cock, he shifted, and a warm rod pushed into Jamal’s very ready butt.

The soprano sang. “Ohhhh, Bunny.” Those slim hips pounded like a very pretty jackhammer. Jamal might be on the edge, but Trevor was catching up fast, moaning and whimpering. Just watching him, golden hair flying, eyes tight shut, a flush on his cheeks, kept Jamal from plunging over the edge for a minute. But only a minute. Heat made things expand, and the friction from that dick could light a Viking bonfire.

“Oh God.” Couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore. Lights flashed in his head as his balls tightened. “Oh, baby. So close.”

“Almost there too.” Trev wrapped his arms around Jamal’s middle and bunny-fucked, which made Jamal giggle until—
ready, set, fire!
His hot cock shot a huge wad of juice right on his chin, then another on his cheek, with a chaser on his nose, but the rest of his head? Gone. Lifted off into space as shudders of ecstasy ran through his body.

“Bunny. Bunny. Bunnnny!” Trevor’s whole body stiffened. “Unh, unh.” Jamal could practically feel the burst of hot spunk fill the condom, but mostly he felt the love fill his heart and spill over.

“I love you, Trevor.”

Trevor fell forward onto Jamal’s chest, heart beating hard, breath still coming fast. “I don’t understand how there could be such a perfect person in this world for me. The chances of my finding you seem impossible. But I’m so grateful.”

Jamal breathed. “It’s like football. Sometimes the quarterback throws a long, soaring pass. There’s no chance the receiver can make the catch. It’s too far and too fast. But it lands in his hands and sticks right in the end zone. Touchdown. Yaaaaaaa.”

“What’s happening to the center while the receiver is catching this pass?”

Jamal laughed. “He’s getting knocked flat on his can.”

J
AMAL
PULLED
his jersey over his head and slapped the tape that held it in place.

“Jamal.”

Okay, Boogie wasn’t scowling, but it was still hard not to cringe.
Old habits die hard
. “Yeah.”

“Have you seen this?” He walked across the locker room and held out his tablet. Jamal took it. A headline across the page said
Arondel Surrenders Diablos Without a Fight
. The lead to the article said
Insiders speculate on what claims Karin Martin Arondel could have brought against the tycoon to secure ownership.

Jamal handed back the tablet. “Interesting.”

“You know anything about this?”

“Only what you do. Karin Martin owns the team.”

Boogie nodded. “And I’m fucking glad. But how did this happen?”

A couple of other players had gathered. “Yeah, Jones, what happened?”

Jamal shrugged. “I just came out.” He grinned. “Maybe Arondel hated having a gay guy on his team so much, he gave it up.”

“Two gay guys.” Ray Shields walked up and joined the group, giving Jamal’s shoulder a slap.

“Hey, Ray.”

One of the defensive players frowned. “You two really gay?”

Ray nodded. “Yeah.”

The big man shook his head. “I never knew no gay guys came like you two.”

Jamal nodded. “All shapes and sizes.”

Another man joined the circle. “So is this change of ownership a good thing, Boogie?”

Boogaloo turned and faced the group. “I’m here to tell you Arondel did a lot of bad shit to members of this team, me included. Good riddance, man.”

“Thank you, Boogie.” Karin Arondel strode into the locker room. “If you’re not all dressed, grab a towel and gather round.” She stood near Jamal, and the other players pushed closer. “Gentlemen, I know all of this has been fast and unsettling. Some of you may have valued working for Mr. Arondel and find me an interloper. What I want you to know is that I have very concrete evidence that Mr. Arondel does not value you. He did some very bad things to members of this team. If you don’t happen to be one of them, all you have to do is ask around. Rest assured, he wouldn’t have stepped down like he has if I hadn’t been able to prove my allegations.

“I want to express thanks to all of you for your great practices this week. I know you’re going to continue the winning streak you’ve established. I particularly want to thank your center, Jamal Jones. We all see bad things happen all the time. It takes a brave man to be willing to step forward and risk his own career and reputation to right those wrongs and suffer the consequences of his actions. Thanks, Jamal.

“Now I’ll turn it over to your new coach to give you the game plan. I’ll just say knock the asses off Green River. Go Diablos!”

They all cheered. Jamal smiled.
Son of a bitch. Go Ferdinand
.

A few minutes later he stood in the tunnel in front of Jet West, surrounded by the smell of popcorn and players’ lucky socks. Jet put a hand on his shoulder. “Your first game out.”

“Yeah.”

“Congratulations. I’m really proud of you. You did a lot for all of us.”

The announcer in the stadium began his big intro of the LA team.

Jamal shrugged. “It took me long enough to get up the nerve. The press has sure been having a good time with the story. Wish they’d let up.”

“Hell, man, what you did was scary. Not sure I could have done it in your shoes. And most of the coverage has been positive.”

“Except for certain networks.” They both laughed. “Trevor was the one who did most of the scary shit.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’ll tell you the whole story sometime.”

“Man, that dude is so pretty he turns me on.” Jet laughed.

Jamal bumped his fist. “Maybe the Diablos have more gay players than we thought.”

“No. You don’t have to be gay to appreciate Trixie.”

Jamal loomed over Jet. “Just remember I outweigh you by eighty pounds.”

“I’ll keep that seriously in mind.”

The announcer’s voice reverberated through the walls. “And here’s the starting center for the Los Angeles Diablos—first round draft pick—Jamal Jones!”

Jet nodded. “They’re calling your name.”

Jamal trotted onto the field. The cheering seemed louder than usual. A couple of sharp boos came from the Green River side, and somebody had a razzberry horn, but it sounded like the LA fans shouted louder to drown them out.

Jamal stood beside the bench and watched the coin toss, which they won, and the kickoff that left the ball on the twenty-five yard line.
Breathe
. These guys were big and mean. One of their toughest opponents.
Psyched
.

Jamal jogged onto the field beside Jet and could feel the ground resounding beside him under the bulk of the offensive line. Man, what a thrill. He glanced over, but Boogie stared straight ahead with his game face on.

At the line, Jamal dropped into stance. Gonna try to surprise the Greenies this time. The defense lined up, and Jamal called an audible and repositioned one guard to fill the gap. Jet stepped back into slingshot. “Q twenty-four. R thirty. R thirty, on three. Hut. Hut. Hut.”

Jamal snapped, knowing Jet would step aside and let the running back receive. He could tell it worked by the surprise on one big linebacker’s face. The defense moved to stop the forward motion of the running back to the outside, and Jamal zigzagged to counter the nose tackle.

Wham!
A freight train hit him from the side, and he literally flew a few feet. Rounding his shoulders to take the blow, he hit the grass like a bull. Breath escaped in a rush, and he managed to roll. Suddenly, a sharp blow connected with his ribs. Taped, yeah, but it still hurt like shit. He looked up and saw the linebacker’s foot pulling back.
Crap, the asshole did it on purpose
. Like in slow motion, the big lineman glanced toward the ref, pulled his foot back, and kicked again. Jamal managed to slide and soften the impact, but it still hurt. The guy leaned toward Jamal and hissed, “Stay down, faggot!”

Crap!
Shock. Nobody in his life had ever called him—

Somewhere he heard the whistle sound stopping the play.

He closed his mouth, then opened it and—started to laugh. He pulled himself up, holding his sore ribs, laughing like a loon. Couldn’t stop.

“Hey, Jones. What up, man?” Winston leaned over him, hands on his hips. Matoa stood beside him, and behind them both loomed Boogaloo.

Jamal pointed at the linebacker, who was looking at him like he was nuts. “This asshole just kicked me and called me a faggot.” He shook his head.

Winston frowned. “And this is funny?”

“I just realized that this was the first acknowledgment from the world of football that I’m gay. I’m out. No more hiding. The world’s free to kick me if they want to, but at least they’re kicking me for who I am.”