Getting Back at the Quarterback Ch. 03

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This is a short story which continues the plot of Getting back at the Quarterback ch 2.5. I hope you enjoy. Please leave a comment, favorite this story, rate it 5 stars, and follow me on here as all of those help motivate me to keep writing these stories. Thank you and enjoy.

All characters are over the age of 18.

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Justin woke up excited for the weekend, only to end up disappointed when he realized it was only Thursday. Given everything that had happened to him in the last two days it felt like it should be the weekend already, but it wasn’t. So instead of getting ready for his date with Clark instead Justin got ready for school, wondering as he did what it would be like to see his former bully and current lover in that context again.

He got his answer almost as soon as he walked into the building, as there if front of him was Clark, walking by in the hall, as handsome as ever. Their eyes locked and unspoken thoughts flowed between them, but neither dared say a word. In fact neither of them dared acknowledged the other at all.

Justin didn’t like it but knew he was powerless to do anything about the situation, so he headed off to class alone. He watched as the other couples engaged in the kind of open and overtly sexual public displays of affection that could only come from the raging hormones of high-schoolers. He longed to be able to walk up to Clark, pin him against the locker, kiss him fiercely and passionately, then rush off to trigonometry. Hell he’d settle for just having an excuse to walk up to Clark and touch him. Nothing too obvious, nothing too gay. Just something small and casual, something just for them. Yet Justin didn’t dare.

The long walk to class became a slow trudge through a day seemed to drag on forever, as thoughts of melting clocks filled his head. By the time he was heading to third period Justin was in a dark mood, thoroughly upset at the injustices of the world, equally angry, sad, horny, and annoyed, a cocktail of emotions common to most high-school students, but amplified by his unique situation. All he wanted to do was go home and take a nap. Or take a nap with Clark. Or do something else much more fun with Clark.

Then as if summoned by his thoughts, once again there in front of him was the quarterback, right there in the hall. Once again their eyes locked, and Clark could see the dark emotions Justin was struggling with clearly written on his face. Justin tried to soften his expression, to let Clark know he wasn’t mad at him, but he didn’t know how well that came across. As he watched Clark reached up to his neck and pulled the blue ribbon from beneath his shirt, flashing it to him for just a second before hiding it away again with a smile.

Justin smiled back.

Everything felt a little better.

They went their separate ways, rushing off to two different classes across the school where they stayed until finally it was time for lunch.

On the way to the cafeteria Justin couldn’t help but fantasize about what it would be like to actually be able to sit down and share a public meal with Clark. The cafeteria wasn’t exactly 5 star dining at a fancy restaurant but still, such a simple thing shouldn’t be out of reach for them.

Justin got his food and walked over to his usual table. It was one of the busier corners of the cafeteria, filled as it was with clusters of his friends who were gathered together playing card games, arguing about anime, and sharing the latest news on upcoming video games. In short it was a table full of nerds, and Justin fit right in.

After a few minutes siting among his friends Justin started to feel a little bit better, a little less alone. In fact he’d almost managed to stop thinking about Clark when out of nowhere he heard his voice, loud and clear, as if he were right there in the room with him.

“Hey nerd!”

The entire table turned to look, including Justin who couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Clark really was there, standing with a pile of books under one arm.

“You didn’t forget did you?” Clark demanded.

“N-no?” Justin stammered, confused.

“Good.” Clark said, turning around. “Get your stuff and come on.”

Justin had no idea what was going on, but he also didn’t have much of a choice if he didn’t want to make a scene, so without another word he shoved the rest of his sandwich into his mouth and gathered up his stuff, following Clark out of the cafeteria.

“What the hell is going on?” Justin demanded in a fierce whisper as they stepped into the Belek travesti surprisingly silent hallway.

“I told coach that I needed tutoring and that you could help.” Clark whispered back.

Justin nodded appreciatively and followed after Clark, who led the way with a confident swagger that reminded Justin of the man Clark had been pretending to be until a few days ago.

“Where are we going?” Justin asked.

“Coach’s office.” Clark explained. “He said we could use it while he’s out at lunch.”

Justin nodded again, lost in thought.

When they reached the office, Clark held the door open for Justin. It was a small cramped space full of all manner of sports equipment and stacks of seemingly random books and papers piled high on every surface, including the big wooden desk that took up most of the room. Not that Justin had much time to look around before Clark closed the door, tossed his books onto the table, and turned around, pressing himself up against Justin, kissing him hungrily, desperately, greedily.

“Oh god.” Clark moaned. “I’m needed this so bad. Seeing you all day, thinking about you, fantasizing about you. It’s too much.”

Clark reached for Justin’s belt, trying frantically to undo the clasp, only to be stopped when Justin’s hands came down and grabbed his wrists.

“Wait, stop.”

Clark looked up at him, surprised and confused.

“Stop?” He asked uncertainly.

“You want to do this here?” Justin asked. “In school?”

Clark smiled.

“I remember someone said something about risk-“

“Yeah but-“

Clark held up a finger and pressed it to Justin’s lips.

“Please?” He asked, somehow managing to look like an adorable wide eyed kitten, and a horny teen all at the same time.

“You’re sure it’s safe?” Justin asked with a resigned sigh.

Clark smiled and kissed Justin again before pushing him back towards the battered ratty leather chair that was sitting behind the desk.

“Coach always goes out to eat.” Clark explained easing Justin down into the seat and getting onto his knees. “He won’t be back for ages, and even if he does come back early he hates coming in here, says his real office is outside.”

“Why does that feel like-” Justin began but Clark unzipped his fly and took hold of his cock, running his tongue along the length of it, getting it hard enough to slip into his mouth.

The rest of Justin’s words were lost in a moan.

“Yeah?” Clark asked popping the dick from his mouth and beginning to jerk the other man off, enjoying the sensation of his partner’s cock getting harder in his hands. “You like that?

Justin smiled and grabbed a fistful of Clark’s hair, using that to force the other man’s mouth down hard onto his prick.

“Shut up you slut.” Justin commanded using his handhold to control Clark’s motions. The quarterback gagged as Justin forced him all the way to the base and held him there for a minute before finally letting Clark come up to breath.

“Yes Sir. Sorry Sir.” Clark said with a smile as he took in several deep breaths of air.

“Don’t say you’re sorry.” Justin said with a smile. “Show me.”

Clark smiled back, licked his lips, and dived back down, taking Justin’s cock into his mouth, shoving the member all the way into his throat, gagging as the tip hit the back. He didn’t let up or pull it out though, instead tightening his lips around the base and sucking, working his tongue around the shaft as his eyes began to water.

Justin moaned again, almost undone by the incredible onslaught of sensations.

“Holy fuck.” He said when Clark finally came up for air, leaving his cock wet and dripping with saliva.

Clark smiled and wiped his mouth with the back of one hand as the other furiously jacked Justin off.

“I live to serve you, Sir.” Clark said sticking out his tongue and licking at the tip of his lover’s cock. “I love sucking your dick. I love the taste of you, I love making you feel good, being used-“

The rest of Clark’s words were cut off as suddenly the doorknob began to turn.

Justin panicked. There was nowhere to run, no time to clean up. So he did the only thing he could and turned the chair, tucking it under the desk, bundling Clark along with it. He barely had time to grab one of Clark’s discarded books, open it to a random page, and attempt to look busy as the door swung open.

“Who are you?” The coach asked, clearly confused, standing in the doorway, one hand on the door knob, the other holding a steaming Belek travestileri cup of coffee.

Under the desk Justin heard and felt Clark move, trying to get into something resembling a comfortable position.

“I’m Justin. I’m helping Clark with his English class.” Justin replied, sweating bullets. His cock was still out and covered with Clark’s spittle, and the Quarterback was hiding under the desk, if things didn’t go perfectly their lives were going to be over.

The coach, who was actually named Mr. Webb, studied Justin for a moment, uncertain what was wrong, but certain that something was up. Mr. Webb was a young guy, well muscled, with short dark hair and permanent stubble. The rumor was he’d been a star athlete, a guaranteed big timer, until a serious knee injury derailed his career and he entered a downward spiral that ended with him stuck as a high-school coach and gym teacher.

“And where is Clark?” Mr. Webb asked with a raised eyebrow.

Justin opened his mouth to answer when suddenly he felt movement under the desk. Before he could get the words out he felt lips wrap around the end of his cock. It took everything Justin had to try and conceal his shock at the unexpected sensation.

“He’s not here.” Justin said doing his best to keep his voice steady even as Clark swirled his tongue around the tip of Justin’s penis.

“I can see that.” Mr. Webb said with a sigh. “That’s why I asked where he was.”

“Oh yeah.” Justin said, hoping he came off as embarrassed rather then aroused. His erection under the desk was almost painfully hard and Clark seemed to be having a wonderful time with it under there. “He got hungry. He needed to get something to eat.”

Under the desk Clark bobbed up and down, one hand pumping Justin’s shaft as he took as much of the cock into his mouth as he could without making too much noise, the other cupping and fondling Justin’s balls.

Mr. Webb studied Justin.

In his chest Justin’s heart was going wild, pounding away like a coked up porn star, though from fear, excitement, or some heady mix of the two Justin didn’t know. There was a familiar rising pressure in his loins that he knew meant he was getting close to finishing. If Mr. Webb was still there when he did Justin doubted he could hide it, and things would get very bad very fast. Desperately he clung to that thought, trying to hold back the rising orgasm.

Eventually Mr. Webb shrugged.

“Athletes need to eat.” The coach said turning back towards the door and preparing to leave. “Nurture the body and you nurture the mind.”

“Oh yeah,” Justin agreed, his word coming out somewhere between a moan and a regular sentence.

Mr. Webb stopped and glanced back over his shoulder.

Justin cleared his throat and tried again as under the desk Clark pulled the dick out of his mouth and began to lick up and down the length of it like he was eating an ice cream cone.

“You’re absolutely right.” Justin said, trying to dispel the coach’s suspicion, his voice much more controlled.

“That said if you’re not studying, you won’t be allowed into my office again.” Mr Webb said. “You understand me?”

Justin just nodded. Clark had worked his way back up to the head of Justin’s prick and was flicking his tongue over the underside of the head again and again and again, leaving Justin too close to his climax to trust his voice enough to speak.

With another sigh and a shake of his head Mr. Webb closed the office door with a soft thud.

The instant they were alone again Justin reached down and grabbed Clark’s head, intending to pull him up and berate him for his stupid and dangerous behavior but only succeeding in pulling Clark forward and inadvertently forcing his cock all the way to the back of the jock’s throat. The sensation felt so good that suddenly and without warning he was cumming.

Now his hands served only to lock Clark’s head into place as hot seed blasted out of his cock, slamming into the back of Clark’s throat. The quarterback gagged hard and tried to pull away from the flood of spunk that was exploding into his mouth but only ended up banging his head on the desk. Cum filled his mouth, too much to swallow, making him gag as wave after wave of semen poured out of Justin’s cock. It was all he could taste, all he could feel, all he could smell as more and more just kept flooding out. Clark tried to speak, tried to pull away, tried to open his mouth and breath but he couldn’t.

Then just as suddenly as it had Travesti belek begun it was over and Justin’s cock was sliding out of his mouth and Clark was able to gasp down deep lungfuls of air. His mouth was still filled with thick loads of cum, pools of it coating every part of his mouth, far too much to swallow. As he sat breathing deeply he felt the hot spunk sliding out of his mouth, slipping past his lips, dribbling out onto his chin.

Gingerly Justin reached down and with his thumb, gently pushed the stray drop back into Clark’s mouth.

“It’s too much.” Clark said around the cum, his mouth still full.

“Nurture the body and you nurture the mind.” Justin said. “It’s protein. Just what an athlete like you needs.”

Clark nodded and closed his mouth, trying to swallow. It was all too much though, too thick, too salty. He tried to push past it, to force his body to cooperate but it was no use. Tears of frustration welled up in the corners of his eyes as he opened his mouth again, defeated.

Justin reached out, put his hands on either side of Clark’s face, and slowly pulled him out from under the desk and up enough that the two of them were at eye level.

Clark’s face was a mix of confusion and frustration and Justin hated it. So he closed his eyes and leaned in for a kiss.

“Wait wha-” Clark tried to say but the words were cut off by Justin’s lips locking with his own.

Justin’s tongue slipped inside and swirled around in Clark’s mouth. Their tongues danced together, mixing saliva and semen as the two men kissed. The taste was unlike anything Justin had ever experienced before. There was the usual sweet taste of Clark but mixed in with that was a heavy salty note, almost unbearably so at first but the more they kissed and the more cum swapped between their mouths the more Justin seemed to enjoy the taste. It was like having a sunset in his mouth, the flavors so vivid and intense. The two men kissed more deeply and more passionately then they ever had before, both lost in the intense homoerotic pleasure of the moment.

Then Justin tilted Clark’s head forward and poured all of the cum out of his lover’s mouth and into his own, pulling away once he’d taken all of it.

“Huh?” Clark asked confused.

But Justin didn’t answer, he simply stood up and looked down at Clark before reaching one hand down and grabbing Clark’s face, pinching the sides of his face to force his mouth open. Clark didn’t fight or try to resist in anyway but he was clearly confused. Then Justin opened his mouth, just a little, and the mix of spit and cum slowly stared to leak out and Clark understood, opening wide, eagerly welcoming the mixture into his mouth, slurping it up greedily.

Justin took his time, letting the concoction hang down in a long thick strand, which Clark happily lapped up. When nothing more was left Clark looked up at Justin, smiled wide, and opened his mouth to show off his prize. For good measure Justin bent down and spat into Clark’s mouth, just to make sure that he had all the cum now, and to make sure Clark still knew who was boss.

“Swallow it.” Justin commanded and with another smile Clark did as he was told. When he was done he once again opened his mouth and proudly showed that there was nothing left.

Justin smiled, leaned forward and gently kissed Clark’s forehead, and then collapsed back down into the chair, suddenly feeling completely drained.

“Holy shit I can’t believe we just did that.” He said softly.

“It was so gay.” Clark said with a smile, wiping at his chin and licking his fingers like he was in a chicken commercial.

“You’re so gay.” Justin told him.

“Yes Sir!” Clark agreed with a wink. “I’m your little bottom bitch.”

Clark closed his eyes and curled himself up by Justin’s feet reminding the nerd of nothing quite so much as a contented kitten.

“That was just so stupid.” Justin said finally. “What if we’d been caught?”

Clark shrugged not bothering to open his eyes.

“I guess it would have meant our secret was out.” He said more casually then Justin would have expected.

“You sound surprisingly calm about that.” Justin pointed, disturbing Clark as he shifted his position to put his dick away and zip up his pants.

Clark sat up and shrugged again, smiling up at Justin.

“We didn’t get caught, and that’s what matters.” He pointed out as Justin stood up and offered him a hand up.

“Come on lunch is almost over, we should get out of here.” Justin said distractedly as he helped Clark to his feet, still mulling over what had just happened and what Clark had just said.

“Oh one quick thing.” Clark said.

Justin looked up at him.

“You might want to clean you face.” He said with a mischievous smile as the bell rang for the next period.

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