I stepped forward to volunteer, more like plead, to try out as Jordan Grinder's center. I did so not because I had a burning need to be his center. Nor did I have any idea of what would unfold during the early season practices. I did it because I knew if Jenks, the QB whom I had experienced great pleasure with both on the field and in bed, put his hands anywhere near my crotch on that day that I would be a wreck and that would ruin it for both of us.
Jenks Anderson whom I still desperately loved wanted me to continue as his center on the football field. I wanted to be the center of his life. Since our last night together, the one that started at dinner with Mr. Anderson telling us it would be our last night of intimacy, Jenks had avoided having a single moment of privacy with me. Jenks only spoke to me with the protection of a crowd. He kept a no-touch zone between us and our conversations were only about our future as teammates at college. I believed Jenks had lost all interest in the unobstructed intimacy we had planned for as college roommates.
The second semester of my senior year of highschool was a blur of emotions. Jenks had not returned a single call or text. My pleas for conversation were ignored. As my emotions spiraled and my grades faltered, my parents grew concerned about my loss of enthusiasm for life. They were constantly asking me about Jenks and were curious to know what happened to such a great friendship.
My parents walked into my room one Sunday morning, sat on my bed and said, "We can't make you tell us anything. What we can do is tell you we love you and that we are so sorry that your loving relationship with Jenks has ended. We also want you to know that we believe you will find someone that deserves the love and loyalty that you have given Jenks."
That conversation ended with an invitation to join them at their new church. They had searched for and found a church that welcomed everyone regardless of whom they loved. I dressed and joined them. I had never doubted their love, but I had wrongly doubted their acceptance and support of me being gay. It was with their unconditional love that I began to crawl out of my rabbit hole of depression.
Before that last night with Jenks, our so-called snap practice sessions had gotten pretty damn good. Jenks and I had a rhythm that was often written about in the Saturday morning coverage of high school football. Writers and announcers commented the marriage of friendship and skill that worked on and off the field.
That final night, under the cloud of Mr. Anderson's little announcement, sex fell way short of the mark we had recently achieved. Our performance the next day playing for the state championship was was equally painful.
For our senior football season Jenks and I had been an unbeatable team on the field and lovers with an insatiable appetite for each other off the field. When Jenks and I first started hooking up it was just hand jobs, blowjobs, frottage and on a good night a couple of fingers would push their way into my ass turning me into a cum shooting cannon.
I had to wear concealing clothes on the days we planned to meet. As the moment to be alone drew near my pulse increased causing my dick to reach chubby status. On my way to be with Jenks I could feel my body preparing to fulfill Jenks every desire: my testosterone levels rose, my butt hole itched, and my balls produced the cream Jenks loved to see splatter on his muscled chest and my leaking cum would spot my pants.
We were good kids. We never skipped school, did our homework, and got great grades. Well I got good grades, Jenks was top of the class and always the obedient son. We did not let our desires interfere with our responsibilities. However, an accidental or sometimes intentional rub in a school hallway would start my sex engine. The riskiest thing we did was footsies under the lunch room table or a kiss in a bathroom stall that occasionally ended with a hand job and cum streaming down a bathroom stall.
What I needed from Jenks was for him touch me in a way that expressed his unspoken love and desire to be with me. With every intimate touch, I could feel my body offering all of me up to him. What I desired was much more. I wanted Jenks inside me. I lusted for Jenks to look me in the face as he penetrated me and released his load.
At first Jenks was timid or just maybe unaware of the options. He was smart but also kind of naïve. I had to help him discover things he could do to me and let him know that my body would happily allow him full access. His early willingness to push his tongue pass the tight first muscle of my ass made me desire more and at times quietly whisper an inaudible plea to be fucked.
I was sitting on Jenks face a month after our first snap practice session when I realized my internal thoughts were being spoken aloud by me and heard by Jenks. I felt a pause in his gnawing of my hole and saw Jenks' dick spring and bounce with excitement as precum began to bubble from his slit.
