Cool Fools 3: Friday Night Lights

***Friday Night Lights was a great sports story, turned into a great book, turned into a great movie, turned into a great TV show. I borrowed an element from the book and movie, but otherwise, everything else is original***

“Have you seen Ethan White lately?” Jimmy Welling asked his friends sitting at a small round table during lunch, “He’s like a walking zombie!”
“H-He’s in the w-worst state. I’ve never seen him like this,” Billy Welling shook his head.
“Is the rumor true that he turned gay, now?” Reed Valentine asked curiously.

Billy nodded, “H-He was going out with that g-guy in the fitness drug store, n-next to his shop. But I think they just b-broke up.” The portly boy turned to his skinnier twin brother, and nudged him on the shoulders, “Hey, Jimmy, now’s your chance…” In eighth grade, Billy had caught Jimmy taking a prolonged glance at Ethan’s crotch and, after two years, still brought up the story to embarrass his brother when he got the chance.

“Shut up,” Jimmy retorted, “Now that’s he’s been gay for so long, he’s probably caught some gay diseases like gonorrhea or AIDS.”

“Yeah, that’s pr-probably why he’s b-bummed out.” Billy nodded conclusively. “Having to p-pee out pus all the time.”
“You sound way too familiar with the symptoms of gonorrhea,” Reed noted.

Woody Anderson stirred some margarine in his mashed potatoes, pretending not to care, but in truth listening intently. He reviewed a few of their comments in his head. ‘Worse state. Never seen him like this?’…Did that meant that Ethan’s mood was worse than when his sister Laurie had died in the airplane crash? ‘Gay diseases like gonorrhea or AIDS’…Maybe the reason Ethan had rejected Woody’s advances was because he was trying to protect him from all those diseases. Or maybe, and more likely, he was just a selfish jerk who didn’t want to be named a pedophile.

It’s been a month since the incident in Ethan’s basement. Woody was again reloading on creatine to help build muscle mass, but he was running low on his second bottle of 1000-tablets. He had finally convinced Billy that he should lose weight, and Jimmy to bulk up, and Reed to work out with him…and successfully convinced them to buy the supplements for him whenever he ran out…so that he wouldn’t have to pass by Ethan’s store or talk to Ethan’s ex-boyfriend. The four best friends have been meeting at Woody’s house every Tuesday and Thursday to work out, and every Saturday they went to the YMCA as well.

One Tuesday afternoon, the Welling twins had called to say they ate too much ‘greasy pizza’ last night. Today they were paying the price and thus couldn’t come. So when Reed Valentine came to his house, Woody informed only them two would be working out together. Reed seemed usually delighted when he heard the news, grinning from ear to ear in a ridiculously cheery manner.

“If Ethan White’s fine with letting everyone know he’s gay…” Reed thought aloud as he was spotting Woody, watching his muscular chest rise up and down, “…maybe it’s not such a bad thing…being gay. I mean, he’s such a cool guy…he almost single-handedly helped the football team win the state championship two years ago. I think the whole town’s still raving about him, and I don’t think they care who he chooses to have sex with….cause you know, he’s so cool and all.”

“He’s a fucking asshole!” Woody put the bar of weights across the support, harshly, making much more noise than necessary.
“Come on, Woody. You can’t expect him to mourn for your sister forever.” Reed had misinterpreted the reason for his best friend’s anger, “Even if he’s dating now, I’m sure he still keeps Laurie in a special place in his heart that can never be expelled.”

“What are you, Dr. Phil?” Woody asked snidely, “Come on, get on the bench.”
Reed lied down on the pressing bench. Hovering above him was the cutest face in the world, or at least it was to him. The dark-blonde hair formed above a beautiful round skull; his sexy green eyes were narrow at the moment, his lips were pursed in a half-smirk, half-frown. Reed gripped the bar and lifted up and slowly bent his arms, letting the weight to drop to his chest. He continued to pushed up and down, encouraged by the sound of his best friend’s sexy voice, by the determined look of Woody’s sexy face. On his last rep, Reed pretended that his arms were buckling just so that Woody could pull the bar up for him and then start to rub at Reed’s shoulders. The few chances Reed got Woody to touch him was a moment in heaven for him.

After the workout, Reed sweating stood in front of the mirror, his hands on his waist, pretending to checking himself out. But Reed was secretly gawking at Woody’s fine ass reflecting scintillatingly in the mirror. After the equipments were put away, Woody turned around and persuaded, “Whip your shirt off, Reed. It’s been a month now; let’s see how you look.”

The shy boy frowned and shook his head. Even though Reed had a fine body, he was never comfortable showing it off: he always the first to change in the locker rooms, and didn’t like to go to the beach.
“What’s the big deal?” Woody rolled his eyes and went behind his friend and grabbed a hold of both side of Reed’s waist. With one swift easy motion, Woody had yanked the shirt of his head. “Nice!” exclaimed Woody, touching his best friend’s shoulders, “Your arms are perfect. Great chest development. Jesus, man, look at your abs. Ooh, and your legs…you’re sex on legs. How’s Wendy liking your new bod?”

“I broke up with her a few weeks ago, remember?”
“Oh, yeah, sorry,” In the last month, Woody had been a bit busy cursing at Ethan White in his head and had sometimes slipped out of conversation with his friends.

“Take off your shirt.” Reed’s face reddened as he made the request, “I wanna see how much longer til I look as good as you.”
Woody was more than proud and confident of his body than Reed, and didn’t need Reed to ask him twice to take off his shirt. He was only a bit reluctant because the last time he was shirtless and alone with another guy in a basement, a load of crap happened. But than again, Ethan White was a stupid asshole of a jerk! And Reed was his best friend, the coolest guy he’s ever known, and they have seen each other shirtless countless times before, so noting like that would happen now.

Reed stared at his best friend’s perfect body. His torso was so firm and lean and smooth, his skin bronzed and glistening from the layer of sweat. His whole backside rippling with each movement of his arms. And that incredible sexy buttocks and that beautiful V-line at the small of his back that delved under the shorts.

Woody threw an arm across Reed’s shoulders, hooking his elbow around his best friend’s neck. Reed reciprocated the friendly shoulder straddle. Their damp sides now clinging together, their armpits exposed between them, spewing a very intoxicating aroma in the air. Reed closed his eyes and bit his lips…if only he could forever capture the moment…

“Dude, are you getting a boner?” Woody asked, chuckling a bit.
Reed opened his eyes and looked down at his shorts, indeed he was tenting up in a big, embarrassing way. Mortified, he broke the shoulder straddle and turned away from the mirror.

“Relax, man. It’s alright. I’m a guy…I know sometimes it just happens for no reason…”
“There is a reason.” Reed was again coming out for the second time to the same person. “I’m gay!”

“Is this what they call déjà vu?” Woody mused, “Any moment now, Billy’s gonna barge in and stutter, telling us Jimmy’s been staring at someone’s crotch.”

“Why don’t you believe me? It’s not because of some stupid virus. I’m attracted to guys, always have been.” Reed couldn’t believe what would come next out of his mouth, “I wanna suck dick; swallow semen. Be fucked up in the ass, maybe fuck a little ass too. ”

“Jesus, why are you telling me all of this?”
“Because, you’re my best friend…the only person I care about knowing. If you accept me for who I am…then it doesn’t matter to me what anyone else thinks. Not my parents, not the twins…I just wanna know that this wouldn’t affect our relationship.”

Woody stared at his best friend for a moment and then sighed and then pulled Reed in for a hug, “Of course, it wouldn’t. I could never ask for a better friend than you…I love you, man…you know, as a friend.”
“Well,” Reed could not believe he was about to say this either, “Could you have sex with me…you know, as a friend?”

Woody immediately pulled away, “Dude, I just accepted you being gay. And you’re trying to ruin the moment by asking me to join you being gay?”
“Well, you’ve taught me so much about girls…I was wondering if you want to help me learn about guys…”

“Um, well, you’re a guy. Figure it out yourself!”
“How long has it been since you’ve had sex?” Reed asked. The question made Woody come to an awful realization; he hadn’t have sex with anyone since the last day of freshman year, before his sister’s passing. “Instead of jacking yourself off tonight. What if it was my mouth instead of your hand? What if you could release all your tension in my tight, willing hole? And no one has to know about it…”

****

The door locked tight. The blinds down. The curtains draped. Both young, hot bodies naked. They moved to the bed. Woody lay flat on his back, propping a pillow below his head. Reed ran his hands savoringly on his best friend’s chest, feeling the yielding hardness of his muscles.

“Can I kiss you?” Reed asked.
“Sure,” Woody shrugged, and immediately Reed had swooped down to take possession of his lips. Woody tried to make the best of the situation—it was his best friend trying to pleasure him, not some weird ugly creep, so he opened his mouth to let Reed explore his oral cavity. Reed was no doubt a good kisser, tender with his lips and passionate with his tongue, but Woody regretted that he couldn’t enjoy it more. After a while, their lips parted, and Reed began to kiss the other area of Woody’s face, first his chin then gently moving to the tight area behind Woody’s ear. Now the top boy brought his lips down to his partner’s steadily rising chest, tasting the salty sweat-dripped skin. He let his silky fingers run all over the pectorals, focusing fervently on the nipples, trying to harden it. Now the digits were bumping along the ribs, down to the solid abdomen, cupping each formed biscuits of burning muscles.

By now, Woody was looking over at the clock to check the time…a bit weary of the foreplay which wasn’t doing much for him.

By the time Reed made his way past the navel, following the sexy treasure trail until he came upon the dark-blonde thicket that surrounded the treasure—Reed was disappointed to see all his pleasuring had barely harden Woody’s wood. Not to let that discourage him, Reed brought his fingers around the flaccid pole, determined to raise the flag manually. Stroking it, letting blood rush into it, so it tensed under his grip. This was actually working, somewhat, but not entirely. “Do you need a magazine or something?” the pleasurer asked, “Or you can just pretend I’m someone else…like Eden.”

“Ethan?” Woody growled, “Why would I want to pretend you’re Ethan?”
“I said Eden…” Reed said, “You know, the girl you like on page 12 of that magazine.”

Woody flustered in embarrassment, “Okay…yeah…I’ll do that. Eden’s hot…not Ethan. Eden, she’s hot…love the way she’s spreading eagle, licking one finger and rubbing her breasts with another…God, damn! What I would give to fuck her…”

Reed was happy that the suggestion was working, and he was delighted to see the eight inch wood come to full attention. First, he ran his hands between Woody’s leg, hopefully to excite him more. Then licking Woody’s ballsac lightly, letting him feel the pressure of tongue on his privates. Now, he was kissing lightly on the tip of Woody’s cock.
Before long, Woody groaned. “Oh, just suck it already!”
Opening his mouth, Reed engulfed the whole thing, sliding it slide easily deep into his throat. With widened eyes, Woody looked down, rather impressed with his friend’s oral abilities, “Damn dude…no girl’s ever been able to take it whole before…”

“Umbenpratisin,” Reed mumbled, his voice vibrating down the rod, causing Woody to shiver with pleasure. The fun had finally begun…the sensory of his nerves were kicking in…no longer caring that it was a man doing the job, just as long as the job was being done well…Woody closed his eyes…first imagining it was Eden’s firm lips around the base of his penis, it was her hot tongue massaging the arrowhead, lapping up all the precum as it oozed out. It was her throat in which his cock was ramming in and out of. It was Ethan’s powerful hands lifting his legs up, it was Ethan’s palm spreading his butt cheeks apart, it was his fingers probing deep into butt hole…Woody opened his eyes in shock, staring down at Reed’s bold actions. No girl had ever touched his rectal area while giving head…this was a pleasure only men dared to perform on other men.

In past experiences, Woody would have to put his hands down on a girl’s head or shoulders to guide them, but he knew Reed needed no guidance, he already had this all plan out, each stroke of his balls, each swallow of his rod, each time his fingers went in and out of his hole…Woody gripped the sheets with his idol hands.
“Yeah, dude. You’re fucking amazing. Oh yeah…oh…” Woody’s hip began to buck…it was a clear sign he was about to release his tension, “Oh, god I’m gonna cooome…” And so he did, filling up Reed’s mouth with all the pent-up juices he hadn’t successfully released in six months…

It was his friend who was doing all of this, it was his best friend who was savoring his ejaculatory, not letting a single drip go wasted. Woody was never more thankful for having Reed as a friend.
Reed slid back up Woody’s body, his face beaming proudly, a spot of semen still on his lips. “How did I do?”
“Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear me? You’re fucking amazing.” Woody exclaimed, “Someday, you’re gonna make a guy who deserves you very happy.”

“Would…would you like that guy to be you?”
“Uh,” Woody said unsurely, “If you’re asking me to date you…like a legitimate couple…then No…you know I can’t do that!”

Reed frowned, “Okay, then. Would you mind reciprocating…just this once.”
Woody could feel Reed’s hard member pressing against his thigh. How could he say no to his best friend after he had done all that for him? Woody nodded slowly, and Reed brightened into a smile again. The two boys switched places, Reed now lying flat on the bed, with Woody looking down on his friend’s lean and toned body. Woody studied the thing he would be working with: Reed’s cock was an impressive seven inch and very thick, so veiny and glistening with a huge amount of precum.

Woody closed his eyes, opened his mouth and dove right onto it…wanting to do what Reed had done to him…take it all in his mouth at once. But as the arrowhead jabbed his uvula, Woody began to gag and pulled it away. Woody was just going to have to deal with the upper half of Reed’s cock. Hopefully the added sensation of the ballsac being tugged would make up for his cock not being sucked all the way. Reed was sighing lightly, encouraging Woody, his moaning of pleasure slowly building up. Woody somewhat enjoyed the taste of the copious amount of precum on his tongue, making sure his teeth didn’t chafe Reed’s shaft…And soon Reed gave a little warning, and Woody pulled his mouth out to see Reed spillng out thick semen, some even hitting Woody’s chin. Satisfied with the job he had done for his friend, Woody climbed up his partner’s body and looked into Reed’s eyes.
“How did I do?”

Reed’s eyes narrow, his cheeks began to redden. He shrugged unenthusiastically, “At least…I came…”
“Yeah, you came…but how did I do…”

“It could have been better. I mean, it was sort of as good as if I jacked off myself,” Reed tried to soften the blow, “Well, you’ve never really practiced…so I think it’s decent for your first time trying.”

“Yeah, well. I’ll never need to suck another guy’s cock anymore, so it doesn’t really matter, does it?” Woody said hotly, jumping off the bed and putting his shorts back on. The popular football player had a competitive nature to him and wanted to excel in everything he did, so of course, the news that he couldn’t suck cock was certainly something…pun intended…hard to swallow.