Following the Skins game against Dallas was their bye week, which was perfect timing as far as Hank was concerned. The team had given everybody a few days off after their victory and since he was already in town, Hank could spend some time in his old stomping grounds -- see some family, maybe some old friends. He had always imagined that he'd have time when he was a pro to go back home and buy a house -- but it never worked out that way. During the season, his life was a mix of practice and study that didn't give him much time to himself. Even in the offseason though, he found the life of being a star was still pretty busy. He spent a lot of time still working out, doing commercials for his endorsements, even a little modeling and photoshoots (he had never minded showing off his body). Never seemed that he had enough time to go home to Texas -- but with these days off after the Dallas game, it was perfect.
His parents were glad to see him and, of course, so was everybody else in town. He was a hero to all the locals -- the small town kid who had made it big. The attention didn't bother him. He'd flash his smile and sign some autographs for some of the town kids, which pretty much made everybody happy. He'd seen a lot of familiar faces, but it was a name that got him the post.
"You remember your friend Chris that used to come by sometimes?" his mother had asked innocently one afternoon. She was stirring a pitcher of iced tea while he leaned lazily against some cabinets.
Hearing her mention Chris' name immediately knotted his stomach up. He definitely remembered his classmate that had seduced him more than a couple of times into letting him work over his chiseled body. He also remembered the nervousness he had about Chris, because sometimes he wasn't as discreet as he should be. After a slight pause, he nodded, "Sure, ma. Why's that?"
"Oh, well, I don't know whether you ever kept up with him -- but he moved back into town. He's settin' up an office on Main Street. I think he bought a house just outside the city limits."
His stomach loosened up as he realized it was just casual gossip about an old friend, nothing more. He shook his head, "Nope. Lost track of him when I went to UT. I heard he went to Baylor, but that was it. What kind of office is he setting up?"
"He's an accountant, I think. His daddy loaned him some money to start up his office here, since old Don Blankenship retired. You remember him? He had some legal troubles..."
And off she went, onto story telling about the old town accountant who had managed to get himself in some troubles with the IRS. He only vaguely listened, nodding in all the right spots as he thought about Chris. When they were younger, as much as he enjoyed getting off with him, the other man always drove him crazy. He was practically in love with Hank, even though he knew Hank was straight. Hank always assumed that when he lost track of Chris, he'd never really think of him again. And even with the other men that have come in and out of his life that liked to do the same things that Chris did -- somewhere deep down, the football player knew he still had a strange soft spot for the skinny kid that he had spent so much time with.
Interrupting his mother mid-story, he pushed himself off the cabinets, "Hey ma, if you don't mind I think I might head over and say hi to Chris. Catch up a little."
"What? Oh, sure." She kissed him on the cheek like he was still a teenager, "You boys have fun."
As he drove down the small town Main Street, he saw the sign hanging on one of the older offices on the strip "Chris McCoy, CPA." He felt a twinge in his stomach again as he pulled into one of the parking spots and saw Chris dressed very casually in a white t-shirt and blue jeans taking a box of trash to the dumpster. He recgonized him immediately, but he had definitely changed in college. Chris still had his long-ish wavy hair and was thin, but had filled out some. Probably hit the gym a couple times a week to build a little muscle tone. He looked more mature and -- Hank had to admit -- a little handsome. He watched Chris toss the box into the dumpster before turning and walking back towards his rundown little office. As he approached, Hank opened his door and stepped out. He smiled slightly and offered a wave, "Hey there, Chris."
Chris had no problem recognizing Hank, breaking into a broad smile as soon as he saw the bigger man, "Holy shit, Hank. Great to see you!" He approached and without any hesitation gave Hank a strong, manly hug. Pulling back, he marveled at the football star, "I seriously didn't think I'd ever see you again except on the TV."
Hank chuckled sheepishly as he noticed that Chris was already looking over his body, "You know how it is. Seems like I'm busy non-stop, so I had some free time and decided to come home for a few days. Looks like you're pretty busy too." He gestured slightly to the office.
"Oh yeah," Chris answered, brushing dust off of his sweaty t-shirt, "and sorry about this. I'm kind of realizing why the rent was so cheap in this place. Its a dump. I'm having to clean everything out before I can even get started. But, I'm the only accountant in town, so I think it'll be fine."
The football star grinned, "I always figured you'd end up as an accountant or a lawyer or something like that."
"And I figured you'd end up splashed across our magazines and TVs," he grinned back. "Guess we were both right." He paused a little and lowered his voice, "I'm... honestly a little surprised you came to see me. Figure that you'd want to keep as much distance as possible given how famous you are."
Laughing a little nervously, he nodded, "I actually kinda thought I would too... Don't know. Mom said you were opening up this office and I realized that I really missed seeing you all these years."
That last comment seemed to surprise Chris, who actually blushed a little, "Oh? Well, how about this. I've got quite a bit more to do here, but why don't you come by my place for dinner? I'll put some steaks on the grill. We'll... catch up. Sound good?"
Hank laughed again as Chris sort of discreetly brushed his hand along the bigger man's hip as he said "catch up." Same old Chris, he thought -- remembering how brazen he'd been as a teenager. "Sure, man. Sounds good." Chris gave him the directions to the house and watched Hank climb into his rental car and go. As Hank headed back to his parents' house, he rubbed himself lightly -- realizing that he was already starting to get hard.
It was a warm, but not oppressive September evening as Chris and Hank chatted after finishing their steaks. "So, I have to ask," Chris finally said, resting his elbows on the picnic bench they were eating at and leaning forward, "am I the only guy?"
Hank blushed and turned away slightly before shaking his head and answering in his Texas drawl, "Nah. I always thought you would be. Kinda just fooling around in high school, you know? But..."
Chris was grinning now and lifted his foot to run it along Hank's hairy leg, "But?"
"Guys seem to like me. I mean, girls do too. It's just, I don't know. Its so passionate and intense when you guys throw yourselves at me." He paused for a second, before smiling shyly, "I kinda dig it, though."
Letting his foot drift further up Hank's leg to his thigh, Chris asked, "So, fess up. Which big stars have gone after you?"
Hank shivered a little bit as Chris' foot tickled the inside of his thigh as it pushed into the leg of his cargo shorts and grinned at the smaller man, "Nah, nobody like that. Though, I think Tony Romo was checking me out during the game... But, like, there's this young conditioning coach on the team that likes to blow me. And I had this professor in college..."
Chris shook his head and pulled his leg back. He stood up and crossed around to Hank's side of the bench. He gently let his hand run down the other man's muscled chest, "and to think, it all started that day in the locker room. You ever think about that day? How nervous we were?"
Hank swallowed as Chris' hand drifted lower, obviously heading towards his crotch where his cock was growing rapidly, "I do sometimes. I think more about the party, though. I was so mad at you that night and somehow you turned it in to the hottest night of my life."
Chris perked up at that comment, settling his hand on the massive bulge in Hank's shorts and squeezing gently, "Really? Ever?"
Blushing, Hank nodded, "Yeah. Like I said, its always been so intense."
"Guess I should have gotten drunk and embarrassed you sooner," he said, grinning at Hank. He pulled his hand from Hank's crotch and stood up, grabbing a blanket from his porch and laying it down on the grass. "C'mere, man."
Hank felt a nervous flutter roll through his stomach, "Out here? Anybody could see us." Even as he asked, he was already kneeling down onto the blanket with Chris.
The slighter man leaned in and began to kiss along Hank's muscled neck as one hand slid up under his t-shirt and began to caress his stomach and chest, "That's half the fun, isn't it?" Still kissing, he pushed Hank down fully onto the blanket. As he slid down Hank's body and pulled off his flip flops, Hank looked around at the other country homes in the near distance, wondering if anybody was watching.
He closed his eyes and sighed, however, as he felt Chris' warm tongue running along the underside of his foot. He leaned back on his haunches and opened his eyes, so that he could see Chris on his knees with his pale foot pressed to his mouth. The smaller man had his own eyes closed as he gently licked between each of the star's toes, before sucking each one in turn into his mouth. "Fuck, Chris..." he groaned, enjoying the ticklish sensation of Chris' foot worship. His strong hand began to squeeze and knead his hard length while Chris continued his foreplay. Dropping his damp right foot, Chris slowly lifted the left and began to give it the same treatment. Licking lightly along the sole before teasing of his toes individually and sucking them softly. Hank chuckled as he continued rubbing his cock, "You're thorough today, man."
Chris opened his eyes briefly and let his big toe fall from this mouth, "I've been fantasizing about having another crack at you for years." He winked, "I'm going to enjoy this." Dropping his other foot, he crawled back up Hank's body and gently pressed his lips to the hunk's. Hank blushed at Chris' kiss but, ever so slightly, kissed him back. He parted his lips a bit and let his tongue dart out, tasting Chris' lips and mouth for the first time. The kiss lasted for only a second though as Chris pulled back to start pulling Hank's t-shirt off of his muscled frame. Like a teenager again, Chris rubbed both hands along Hank's muscled chest in awe of his physique.
This was always where Hank really started to get into it. The way Chris and the other guys worshipped his body and muscles always turned him on. Something about the attention they gave him and the pure lust he saw in their eyes did something to him. As Chris began to tongue Hank's bicep, the bigger man could feel his cock throbbing -- almost painfully -- inside of his boxer briefs and cargo shorts. He flexed, making his muscle expand even more, letting Chris roam over his taut, hard flesh. Chris certainly didn't disappoint him, biting playfully at the hard muscle and slicking it down with his saliva until it gleamed in the dying sunlight of the day. As he worshipped the hard muscle before him, he reached down and began to undo Hank's shorts, feeling around for his hard cock to pull on lightly.
"Yeah... that's it..." he grunted quietly as Chris' hand gave his aching cock some relief. His old buddy pushed his muscled arm up a bit more, encouraging Hank to rest it behind his head as he laid back. Hank chuckled quietly as he complied, giving the young gay man access to his musky armpit. Chris inhaled Hank's masculine scent after a long day in the Texas summer, licking gently at the dark blonde hair there and tickling the bigger man. Hank groaned deeply as Chris' tongue worked through the hair and teased the sensitive skin in his pit, while still pulling at his massive cock. Beginning to feel his pent up lust edging up, Hank whispered huskily, "Sure you don't want to spend any time somewhere else, bud?"
Chris licked away from Hank's now damp armpit, kissing and sucking gently at one of his hard pink nipples before looking up, "You're just even more perfect than I remember. Want every inch of you."
Hank couldn't help but blush at that compliment, but said nothing -- instead arching his back with pleasure as Chris really clamped down on his nipple, sucking hard. "Gah!" he yelped in pleasure as his cock spat out a copious coating of precum against Chris' hand. Losing some of his composure, he cursed and gently began pushing Chris' blonde head down towards his crotch. "C'mon man... I need this bad."
Chuckling just a bit, Chris decided to comply. He slid down at Hank's urging, kissing along his perfect chest and chiseled abs before pulling his cargo shorts and boxer briefs off completely -- leaving the newest star of the NFL hard and naked in his backyard. He bent down between his legs and began with a few long teasing licks along the length of his manhood, making Hank shiver in pleasure. Finally, he took his massive length in his hand and, stroking gently, sucked the head into his mouth. "Aw fuck.." Hank moaned again as he cast his head back in pleasure, which only served to encourage Chris to suck down more of his thick length. Hank wasn't the only one who'd had a few more experiences since high school and, since then, Chris' skill at working over Hank's stiff tool had gotten even better. Clear, sticky precum flowed freely into Chris' mouth and he swallowed it down each time he bobbed back up to the tip of Hank's cock.
All of Chris' foreplay and body worship only served to put Hank on the edge before this amazing blowjob. He squirmed a bit on the blanket as the smaller man once again buried his nose in Hank's thick pubes, before pulling back and swabbing his cockhead with his skilled tongue. "So close, Chris..." he muttered, but the other young man didn't even slow down. "Kinda... uh... wanted to fuck you," he added as he could feel himself moving closer and closer to the point of no return. As he tried to wriggle his cock away from Chris to keep from shooting, the handsome accountant simply continued to suck away at him, until finally Hank couldn't hold off any longer. "God! I'm cumming!" he yelled in warning has his cock began to spurt its thick seed deep into Chris' mouth and throat, where he began to swallow it all down.
"Fuck... you're still amazing, Chris" he said, his glistening chest heaving as he lay on the blanket. "Kinda hoped for more, though."
Chris slid up the blanket and unbuttoned and unzipped his own shorts, taking Hank's hand and putting it on his own smaller, but still very hard cock. "I thought I might be able to get you going for a second time... Sorry, if that was selfish. Want you to shoot both places."
Hank chuckled and started pulling on Chris' already slick cock and smiled, still feeling energized by his orgasm, "Might work out that way. Will need to recharge though, man."
"Mmm..." Chris murmured as Hank jerked him off. "You know..."
"What's that?"
"Just gonna throw this out. My biggest fantasy was always that one day after I got you off that you'd suck me, even if it was just a little bit."
Hank stopped pulling at his cock for just a second, looking over at him, "Aw, Chris, you know I'm not into that stuff..."
Chris' voice ticked up a couple octaves into that slightly higher voice that Hank remembered from the party all those years ago, when Chris had been begging him to fool around, "Come on... please, man? Never been a little curious?" To emphasize, he scrambled up and kneeled near Hank's face, letting his dripping cock hover just away from him.
If he was being perfectly honest, the answer was no. Though he'd jerked off a couple guys as a "thank you" the idea of sucking a guy off had never turned him on. But, right now in his post-orgasmic bliss and seeing how much Chris wanted it, he was considering it. "Not really..." he said with some hesitation.
Inching a little closer, he whispered again, "Please, Hank. Just a little bit."
He couldn't really identify why, but somewhere deep down he wanted Chris to get what he wanted after all these years. Steeling his nerves, he sighed quietly and leaned forward tentatively lapping at the end of his cock with long, slow licks.
"Oh yes... Hank..." Chris panted as his tongue connected with his cock. Hank tasted the mostly neutral, but salty sweet flavor of his precum and continued to lick at the tip. The other man clearly wanted more than some tentative licks at his throbbing hard-on and pressed his hips forward, pushing his hard cock against Hank's lips. His sticky precum smeared against the surprised NFL rookie's pink lips and he offered another plaintive, "Please" as he looked down at his cock resting against Hank's lips.
Again, with a quiet sigh, he licked Chris' fluids off of his lips and then opened up to let the smaller man push his manhood into his mouth. He closed his lips around the tip and ran his tongue all around, trying to mimic whatever he thought felt pretty good on his cock. He sucked gently as he could feel his moaning buddy push more of this length into his mouth. Having no experience at all, Hank pushed his strong hands against Chris' slim hips to keep him from pushing in too deep -- but did his best to work over the solid length he was now bobbing up and down on.
He didn't think Chris was going to last long as he kept moaning and whimpering Hank's name as he sucked. As Hank sank down onto Chris again, as far as he could go, he inhaled the distinctly masculine scent of his friend and -- strangely -- felt his own cock beginning to stir once again. He worked his tongue diligently against Chris a little more eagerly as he felt more and more turned on by what he was doing, swallowing his precum every chance that he got. He noticed also that Chris really began to whimper whenever he'd pull back and really work the tip of his cock, so he backed off and focused on the end -- using his hand to stroke the rest of Chris' rod.
Chris' eyes were glued to Hank working over his cock and he rested one of his hands in his light brown hair, repeating his name over and over again. Hank sucked hard on the leaking end of Chris' cock, while flogging the thick base. While he was focused on pleasuring his buddy, he suddenly felt that Chris had reached over and was again pulling at the athlete's own growing cock -- adding another layer of excitement to this new experience. He pulled off of his cock for one moment, just to say, "I hope I'm doing okay..." before sucking him back into his mouth and really lashing the sensitive underside with his tongue.
"Oh God, yes..." Chris hissed, pulling raggedly at Hank's cock before adding, "So close..." It wasn't much warning, though, as scarcely a second passed from those words until his thick load of semen began shooting into Hank's inexperienced mouth. He choked a bit as the first shot landed towards the back of his throat, before pulling back with a cough and jerking Chris off the rest of the way -- his warm seed splashing against Hank's perfect face and lips. "Fuck, Hank..." he whimpered out as the last of his seed dribbled out of his cock and dripped onto the blanket.
Hank chuckled, wiping his face clean with the blanket, turning a little red as his let his tongue clean off his lips to taste Chris' seed. "Well..." he said slowly, still with the smile, "that was different."
Chris laid down next to him and kissed him again on the lips, "I know. Thank you though. It was amazing to do that with you." He was still pulling at Hank's manhood as they lay next to each other, kissing softly as the sun faded completely away. Pulling him strongly for emphasis he smiled, "I'm glad you liked it. At least a little."
Hank turned red at the comment, but moaned as Chris jerked him. Without addressing the blowjob, he just said, "I think I might be ready for round two, now. I hope you're ready."
"I'm always ready," he joked, before jerking his t-shirt up and off of his body -- leaving him completely naked like Hank. He again drifted down Hank's body and began to slowly suck the athlete's cock all the way down to the hairy base.
His back arched as Chris began to blow him again, "Fuck... Chris. How'd you get so good at this?"
The other man looked up and winked, "Practice makes perfect. Don't worry though, just getting you nice and wet." With that he again sank down onto Hank, sucking hard and making sure to run his tongue over every inch of his steely length, before finally pulling up and climbing on top of his studly friend. He held Hank's cock up with one hand and then slowly he began to lower himself down onto the massive rod as they both grunted in pleasure. Hank helped steady Chris as he held his waist with both of his big hands as the smaller man finally bottomed out, resting his ass on Hank's groin. He moaned, "You're so big, Hank." He squirmed just a little on top of Hank, enjoying the feeling of the bigger man's cockhead nestled up against his sensitive prostate, before starting to pull back up.
Hank only moaned in pleasure as he lifted his hips off of the blanket to drive his cock back into Chris to the hilt. As his cock drove home, the young accountant yelped in pleasure and threw his head back -- his own cock still hard as a rock and pointing out from his groin, despite having shot just minutes ago. "Fuck me, Hank. Come on!"
Instead of really riding him, Chris hovered above Hank's crotch, happy to let the more athletic man pound him from below. Hank gladly obliged, quickly getting into a fast rhythm of lifting his hips off the ground and pounding the smaller man. Each time he struck Chris' prostate, he cried out in pleasure -- any concerns about drawing the attention of the neighbors lost as they fucked in the dim light of dusk. A light sheen of sweat began to break out across both their bodies as Hank worked feverishly to get them both off a second time. Chris began to flog himself mercilessly as Hank drilled him, whimpering and calling out his name.
"So tight, Chris... fuck..." he grunted as the sound of his skin slapping against Chris' rang out through the backyard. Feeling safe to steady his buddy with one hand, he pulled the other from Chris' waist and began to work one of his own sensitive nipples.
"Relax, love," Chris said -- Hank not even paying attention to the name -- and continued, "I want to take over." Hank, breathing heavily and his heart pounding in his chest, happily relented from the exertion and groaned loudly as Chris lowered himself back onto his cock, squeezing his ass divinely around his rod. He began to bounce up and down on his lap, milking the stud's cock for his cum while flogging his own leaking prick.
Chris stayed like that, riding up and down on Hank's shaft for what seemed like an eternity as they weren't nearly as keyed up as before. Both men were moaning and groaning as their sweat slicked bodies collided repeatedly, before Hank finally began to really squirm beneath Chris. "Not gonna last much... ugh!" he cried out as his load began to coat the inside of Chris' ass, even as the smaller man began to shoot his own load all over Hank's chest and stomach as they came at almost the same time.
Letting himself settle down onto Hank, Chris continued to pump away at his cock trying to pull every lost drop of cum out and let it fall on Hank's sweaty torso. Finally, as they both came down, Chris pulled off and laid on the blanket again next to his friend. He curled up next to him and laid his head on his muscular chest, whispering, "I love you."
Hank chuckled and gently rubbed his back, "I know."
"Don't think you could love me?"
Hank paused, trying to word his answer carefully to not hurt his friend's feelings, "I'm not gay, Chris. I like fooling around with you, but I don't imagine myself with guys. want a wife and kids some day." Even as he said it, he wasn't so sure though. He knew part of it was true, at least. He didn't consider himself gay and he had always imagined himself with a wife and kids. At the same time... he wasn't sure anymore how he felt about Chris completely.
Without knowing the internal questions Hank had, Chris sighed, but nodded -- giving his chest a quick kiss - "I know. Will you stay here tonight though?"
Hank nodded, feeling a little bad for disappointing Chris once again, "Sure." They stayed like that until the last bit of sun faded from the sky before going inside and enjoying the rest of the night like old friends.
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