Over the last week of school, Matt consciously avoided Tyler. If they were in class together, sitting at the lunch table, or in front of a crowd of people in general, they were the best friends they'd been since kindergarten. They joked and bantered, laughed and horse played like always. But if the numbers in the room dwindled, if ever there was the opportunity for Tyler to get Matt alone, Matt would hastily make his exit. He and Tyler were eating lunch together on the last Friday of school and Matt was preparing for one of those hasty exits when a strong hand slapped onto his shoulder.

Matt smiled up at the quarterback of his team. Well, the old quarterback, one of the teammates he'd thought about fucking more than once. Matt squeezed his thighs together on his dick. Stupid teenage hormones.

"Hey, Jensen," he said, fondly. "I hear you got a scholarship to UMD?"

"Yeah," the burly guy answered, smiling in return. "Full ride. I'm totally stoked, dude, but I just stopped by to say that Coach wants to see you in his office."

Matt blanched. "What…" He peered over at Tyler who was watching with wide eyes. "He wants to see me?"

"Yeah," Jensen shrugged. "What did you do?"

"I don't know…" Matt racked his brain for some infraction that could've landed him in trouble with his coach and he couldn't find anything. "Nothing…"

"Well… he just told me to send you to him. Good luck, dude. I'll see you around." And with that he walked away.

"Ummm..." Matt stammered dumbly. What the fuck? It was common knowledge that if a player was called to Coach Tanner's office it meant said player was being suspended from the team. No one ever saw the inside of that office otherwise.

"Dude, what did you do?" Tyler pressed.

"I don't know!" Matt repeated.

"Oh… I thought you were just saying that because you didn't want Jensen in your business."

"No, I really don't know…" Matt continued to vainly search his brain.

"Well… There's no point in making him angry. You should go get it over with," Tyler suggested. "At least it's the end of the year. Maybe you'll only get barred from a couple of next year's games."

"Yeah…" Matt responded, climbing up from the table as they watched someone else walk up to congratulate Jensen's retreating form. "I'll see you later, Ty."

"Yeah," Tyler responded, looking just as confused as Matt felt and he watched his friend turn and trudge away.

Matt found it interesting that when you're anticipating something it takes forever to come. Like the two days he'd waited for the batting cage date. They'd felt like two weeks. And the two weeks her was waiting for the D.C. trip felt like two months already. But since he was dreading the meeting with Coach Tanner, it like he knocking in the office door in no time at all. The lunch room was in the other side of the school. Where had that walk gone? How did Matt get over there so fast?

"Come in," Coach Tanner called out from the other side of the door. Matt cracked it and peeped his head in.

"You wanted to see me, Coach?"

"Donovan," he said cheerfully, turning away from his computer. "Take a seat." He gestured to one of the shabby chairs in front of his desk. Matt stepped into the cramped office, taking a timid seat in the shabby chair.

"You can relax, Donovan," Coach Tanner said, chuckling at Matt's tense posture. "This is a good call."

"Yeah?" Matt said dubiously, his shoulders slumping a little. "It's just that, the only time anyone sees the inside of this office is when they're getting suspended." Matt chuckled nervously.

Coach Tanner laughed again. "So goes the reputation of this room. But honestly, I called you in here for a good thing. I'll get straight to the point to put you at ease." Coach Tanner folded his fingers together and leaned into his desk. "You're a hell of a good ball player Matt. I've seen more clout out you in the year you've been on the team than I have of any of the seniors who've been on it for three years.

"I called you in here, because Jensen is graduating this year." Coach Tanner paused and gazed into Matt's eyes intensely. "I'm giving you his position, Donovan."

Matt sat there in dumbstruck silence. Had heard properly? Did Coach just say that he was the new quarterback? Matt was in awe. He didn't know what say. This could be go for him. He could get noticed by scouters and finally be able to get out of Mystic Falls.

"Well?" Coach Tanner pressed. "Aren't you gonna say something?"

Matt's jaw opened, but only a sharp croaking sound escaped him. He flushed slightly, embarrassed and cleared his throat, then stammered his response. "Honestly I… I thought you would give the position to Tyler…"

"Lockwood?" Coach Tanner scoffed. "He's a brilliant player. I'll give him that. And the team definitely won't be the same when he graduates. But he's also a hothead. I don't need someone like that leading my team. I need someone like you. Honestly, if Lockwood didn't have you as a best friend, his father would've been getting him out of much more tight spaces than he already has." Coach Tanner's expression grew more stern. "I'm telling you this now, because I don't want you slacking off over the summer. You have a strong arm, but I want it stronger. I want you to come back from break and show me at least a fifty yard pass. You hear me?"

"Yes, sir, coach." Matt barked, as expected.

"Alright then. Yes, you can run off and tell people because I know want to. Now get out of here," he dismissed him, gesturing toward the door. "I'll see you next year."

Matt scrambled awkwardly from the office. Wow… He was the new starting quarterback… Those two enticing words—Starting. Quarterback—sank in as he left what was probably the most important meeting of his young life. He broke out into a wide grin. He was the new starting quarterback! A part of him wanted to jump up and down like a girl at a sleepover.

He had to go out celebrate! No… even better… He would pull together another bonfire, for the following night, an entire party in his honor. A situation like this demand it. Matt smiled at the prospect of it all. Everybody was gonna get fucked up! He whipped it his phone to text Jeremy.

dude guess what?!

i'm the new

quarterback!

Matt added two of the flexing emojis at the end for sheer cheek and he had just tapped the send button when hard hands abruptly grabbed him and he was snatched to the side and suddenly pulled through a door, his body moving first with his head snapping behind afterwards, leaving him with a sharp pang in his neck. Before Matt could properly discern what was happening, his back was roughly shoved into lockers, his phone slipping from his hand, and he found himself staring into the sardonic face of his little shoulder devil.

"Hey, Matty," Tyler sneered. "Have you been avoiding me?"

"What the fuck, Ty?" Matt spat furiously, fighting the hold the—clearly stronger—boy had on his shirt. Tyler ignored him, pressing his hard body into Matt's.

"You're really good at avoiding questions. You know that?" Tyler fisted Matt's and roughly snatched him forward then slammed his back into the lockers. Not enough to hurt, but enough for Matt to take him seriously.

"Come on, Tyler, stop it! This isn't funny!" Matt snapped, attempting to snatch himself free of Tyler's grasp, but the other teen held true. "No! I'm not avoiding you!" Matt lied irately. "We just had lunch together! Now fucking let me go!"

"You know what I'm talking about," Tyler practically growled. "Are you afraid to be alone with me Matty?"

"Tyler you're pissing me off!" Matt snapped.

"Is that what it's gonna take? Am I gonna have to make you angry? Huh? Do you like it rough?"

When he suddenly rubbed his crotch into Matt's, roughly dry humping him against the lockers, Matt froze. He stood there with wide eyes and a stiffening dick, letting Tyler do what he would. The spell was cast and Matt could no longer move. He would simply stand there and let Tyler have his way. He was already painfully erect and as Tyler rutted into him, he could feel Tyler's dick reacting to the friction through their shorts.

"You should really go ahead and snap, so we can get this over with," he said smugly, running his hands under Matt's shirt. "Then you can admit that I'm stronger than you, and that you could never take this ass and we can go back to normal." He continued to grind into Matt, the friction making his dick harder. Matt could feel it rubbing against his own and—oh fuck, if it didn't feel amazing. "Is my hard dick rubbing into yours enough to make you snap? How about this?" And before Matt could see it coming, Tyler had pressed his lips into Matt's.

Oh God. Matt was kissing his best friend. And it was clear that Tyler was no novice. When he shoved his tongue into Matt's mouth, Matt granted him complete control. He ground into Matt harder. Kissing Tyler was much different than kissing Jeremy, although they were both pleasurable in their own respective ways. Tyler was forceful, taking what he wanted, completing dominating the kiss, whereas kissing Jeremy was mutual, soft, and sensual.

"That's not enough either?" Tyler asked, retracting his talented tongue from his friend's mouth. "Huh?" He pressed a few more hard kisses into Matt's lips. "No? How about this?" Tyler stepped back and reached down to undo his shorts, shoving them down his thighs in one swift motion. When his dick popped free, Matt saw it at full mast for the first time, live, in the flesh, and fuck was it beautiful.

"You like it?" Tyler smirked when he saw Matt gawking. He reached down and dry pumped the long, thick, hard rod. "Chicks practically swoon over this dick. And the sounds I have them making…" Tyler stepped back up to Matt who was still frozen against the lockers.

Matt watched with wide eyes as Tyler slipped his hands over to Matt's waistline, leaving the hard dick standing straight and proud. He undid Matt's pants as well, and without any clumsiness or delay, he snatched Matt's pants down his thighs also, causing Matt's aching dick to spring from its confines. Tyler promptly grabbed both his and Matt's cock into his fist and pumped them together.

Matt gasped a short breath as Tyler gave him the same seductive moan he'd implemented in his bedroom. "Mmnnngnnm… fuck Matty, this feels good." He slammed their mouths back together. Tyler pumped and kissed and pumped and grinded and kissed and fuck… Matt was coming undone. He could feel his balls preparing themselves.

"This isn't working either?" Tyler sighed theatrically. "I guess I'm gonna have to push even harder."

Tyler slowly knelt before Matt's hard cock, teasing him with the pace. "Is this enough to make you make you snap, Matty?" Tyler asked, looking up at Matt lewdly. He kissed the helmet of Matt's this shaft. No… He wouldn't… But he did. Without breaking eye contact, Tyler slowly sucked the dick into his mouth and swallowed half of it easily.

"Fuck, Ty!" Matt cried astonished, looking down into the dark eyes. He was receiving his first blow job! And he couldn't believe his best friend was doing it!

Tyler popped off the dick with a really wet sound and worked the length with his hand. "Is that enough, Matty?" he asked, the lust in his tone pouring out like water from a faucet. "Come on. Snap." He removed his hand, sucked the dick back in, and bobbed on it like a chicken plucking for corn, going deeper and deeper, until his lips wrapped around the base of Matt's cock each time.

Matt's head fell back and thumped into the lockers. Is this what he had done to Jeremy? Is this what it had felt like? Fuck… Tyler's mouth… It had Matt squirming. He could understand why Jeremy had almost collapsed. Because if Tyler kept that up, Matt would—oh fuck. He was so close… Matt was gonna—

And Tyler abruptly popped off just before Matt burst. A bit of it dribbled from his tip, then his orgasm slowly drifted back to Matt's sack, making them throb painfully. "We can't have you coming yet," Tyler said, smiling smugly up at Matt. He rose to his feet, completely abandoning Matt's cock, leaving it aching and leaking. When Matt made a desperate attempt to finish himself off, Tyler smirked and slapped his hand away before Matt could even touch himself. Matt whimpered, completely unashamed. He just needed to come.

"You gonna snap?" Tyler gazed into Matt's blue yearnful eyes, speaking with fake sympathy. So fucking cruel. "Come on, Matty…. My ass is already out. Turn me around and try to fucking take it. I can tell your balls are aching..." Tyler gently groped said balls, expertly avoiding Matt's sensitive cock head, eliciting a tortured moan from him.

"Tyler, please…" Matt whined, sounding like a small child denied a sweet. He wasn't sure if he was begging for Tyler to stop or for him to continue, to just let him climax.

"No," Tyler sneered, shaking his head cruelly. He roughly gripped Matt's shirt again and spun him around. Tyler firmly pushed into the middle of his scapula, shoving Matt's chest against the lockers and holding him there, making Matt reflexively slam his palms into the locker. Matt hissed when his cock head made contact with the cool metal.

"Tyler?" Matt's tone was a little apprehensive despite himself. "What are you doing?"

At first, Tyler didn't answer. He simply groped Matt's exposed ass, caressing the muscled cheeks. He manipulated Matt's pelvis, making the firm backside stick up and and out in a position he found suitable. Then he finally leaned in and softly whispered in Matt's ear.

"You're making me pull out all the stops, Matty," he said, his tone suggesting that all of his actions were Matt's fault. "I told you that I would keep going. That is, unless you man up and stop me. You gonna snap and stop me Matty?"

"Tyler please…" Matt begged again, still unsure of what he was asking for. It was maybe three seconds later that Matt felt a wet finger pressing against his hole. He flinched in shock, his eyes widening. "Tyler…" he gasped.

"I'm gonna keep going until you stop me," Tyler repeated in the same innocent tone as before, rubbing his saliva covered finger over the tight hole. Matt could practically hear the shrug in Tyler's voice. "You gonna stop me?" But Matt couldn't stop him. Tyler still had Matt under his spell where Matt knew he would remain until Tyler released him. So he simply stood there with his ass lewdly tilted in the air, letting Tyler pressed against his hole until—

The finger breached him. Matt flinched again, tensing and gasping sharply. Tyler's finger was inside of him! Tyler continued to slowly insert the finger, his other hand still pressed into Matt's back. Matt's body wanted to push the invasion out. He squirmed from the small yet still unpleasant burning sensation. Tyler pulled the finger almost all of the way out, only to press it back in again. Before long, Tyler was fucking Matt with his finger.

Just when Matt had begun to relax around the intrusion, Tyler completely removed it, leaving Matt with a surprisingly empty feeling. Matt heard several wet sounds, as if Tyler were spitting. Then Tyler released his restraint on Matt's back and Matt felt warm hands spreading his ass cheeks.

"Tyler?" Matt trepidly squirmed a little. Tyler wouldn't… he'd only used one finger. That wasn't enough. Matt couldn't—

And there was the helmet of his cock, smothered in saliva and pressed against Matt's barely stretched hole. "I'm gonna fuck you, Matt." Tyler's voice was placid now, all traces of seduction and smugness gone, no more teasing, no more taunting. It Tyler talking to his best friend. "If you don't stop me I'm gonna stick this thick dick up your ass." When he received only sharp, rattling breaths from Matt in response, he gently pressed his cock forward until—

Oh God! —the head penetrated Matt's tight, resisting hole.

"Mngh! Fuck! Ty…" Matt squirmed under the painful intrusion and Tyler released Matt's ass cheeks, gripping his waist instead to hold him in place. The dick was so much larger than Tyler's finger. How did it fit? "Tyler wait—Tyler just...hold up—" Matt fumbled, reaching a hand back, pressing his fingertips into his friend's lower abdomen, a feeble attempt to prevent progression.

Tyler chuckled. "Gonna have to try harder than that, Matt." He flicked Matt's arm out of his way and continued to slowly force himself into the resisting hole. Matt groaned and moaned from the feel of the large appendage shoving its way into him. He clawed at the smooth lockers he was pressed against. He trembled and quaked through laboured breaths, fighting to remain on his feet as Tyler pressed on.

Wasn't this supposed to feel good? In all of the videos Matt had watched, the bottoms were always moaning in ecstasy. Didn't men have a gspot? Didn't they have a nerve or something inside of there? Maybe Matt's was missing or maybe Tyler was doing something wrong because that shit hurt. Matt's previously aching, almost complete cock, was slowly wilting. It felt like Tyler was pushing his—and then Tyler bottom out. His pelvis touched Matt's ass cheeks and the tip of his dick brushed into something that sent a rocket up Matt's spine. It was like pressing a calm-the-fuck-down button; Matt instantly relaxed.

"Oh fuck!" Matt cried, shivering from the feel of it and his dick sprang back to life. That had to be it. That was his spot. There was no other explanation. Because now that Matt had stopped resisting, it was easier for Tyler to pull almost all the way out and graze back in and when he did, he easily brushing into that spot again—

"Mmngh…" They emitted two simultaneous moans of pleasure. The pain was still there, but Matt could ignore it now that Tyler had found that— "Oh fuck!" He'd pulled out and pressed into it again. "Tyler, yes, fuck…" Matt clawed at the lockers again but for a completely different reason this time.

"Mngh, fuck," Tyler moaned behind him, picking up his pace. "This is totally happening, Matty. I'm fucking you, dude." He quickly found a smooth rhythm and I was immediately clear that Tyler had fucked someone several times before. His strokes were smooth and even. And though there was small amount of friction similar to chafing due to the a lack of proper lubricant, Tyler's strokes still seemed almost effortless.

"You're so fucking tight… Oh fuck… You're tighter than any pussy I've ever been in… Mngh, you feel so fucking good, Matty..." Tyler thrusted and pushed and stroked into the tight hole, sending little sparks up Matt's spine each time, extracting deep sometimes raspy moans from him. At some point, Matt had begun to press back into Tyler's thrusts. When had he started doing that?

"Your ass is gripping my dick, Matt. You're so fucking warm."

Matt peered over his shoulder and watched himself fuck his ass on Tyler's long thick dick. He watched it slide in and out, in and out of him, stretching his tight hole open, going so deep every fucking time. Fuck, it was so big. And Matt was taking all of it. "Your dick feels so fucking good… You're so deep inside of me... I'm so fucking close…"

"Yeah? Me too, Matt," Tyler panted. "I'm right behind you—" pant "—but first I need you to know—" pant "—that I followed you down to Coach's office... I was standing outside the entire time..." Tyler continued to fuck him. They panted together as Matt listened to the shocking words while the pleasure coursed through him. "You may be the new starting quarterback..." Tyler's voice turned into an angry hiss. "But I'm still better than you... and we both know it…. So say it, Matty… tell me who's better."

"You," Matt answered promptly, the sexual pleasure making him spill the truth. His voice came out in a high-pitched whine and he reached down to grip his throbbing cock. It only took one, two, three pumps and he was busting his heavy load all over the lockers. "It's you, Ty. Fuck… You're better than me, always have been and always will be... fuck..."

"You're damn right I will..." Tyler snarled. He wrapped his arms around Matt's and pulled him back into his chest. Then Tyler slammed into him. The sharp strike into Matt's spot snatched a scream from the blonde. He couldn't contain it. It felt so amazing...

"Fuc!—" Tyler slapped a hand over Matt's mouth, muffling him as he pounded into him. Matt trembled, his heavy load continuing to spill out of him. Matt pumped it out of himself, Tyler's quick jabs into that spot increasing the pleasure. Matt's ass muscles clenched around the dick inside him making it feel even larger. And then, Tyler was grunting and a warm something was filling Matt's insides.

"Mngh, fuck… Matt… It doesn't matter that you're the new quarterback…" Tyler panted through his climax, slamming into Matt. "I'll admit that I'm a little pissed about it, but I'll get over it. You're still my best friend… and you still wound up on the bottom."

Matt moaned into the strong hand firmly cupping his mouth and Tyler pounded him, the sound of their slapping skin echoing in the vacant locker room. Tyler emptied himself into the blonde teen until they both stood there panting, slowly climbing down from what was the first anal sex for the both of them.

After a small moment of blissful refraction, Tyler slowly pulled his softening cock free and a bit of his come dripped from Matt's swollen hole and ran down his leg. Matt turned and looked at the raven haired boy. For a moment they simply stood there watching each other, their pants still around their thighs, until Tyler slowly pulled his up, tucking himself in and fastening his buckle.

"Well," he smirked, "now we know you're not stronger than me." And with that, he turned and walked away, just like he always did, leaving Matt completely and utterly debauched once again.

A vibration from Matt's abandoned phone brought reality crashing back down on him with a vengeance. They had just fucked in the school's locker room. Matt's best friend had just taken his virginity. He'd shoved him up against a locker where anyone could've walked in and fucked him. Hard. Coach Tanner was probably still a few doors down in his office and Matt was standing there with his pants around his thighs, and his ass leaking Tyler's juice. Matt had to clean himself up and he had to do it quickly.

But when he stooped to retrieve his phone, the burning sensation in his anal region became a force to be reckoned with. Bending over felt worse than it did after Coach had them sitting in the invisible chair for too long. It was as if someone had stuck a lit match into Matt's ass. No, match wasn't descriptive enough, a torch. How could penetration feel so magnificent during but so excruciating afterwards? Matt had to lean into the lockers for stability and kind of tilt over sideways to scoop the device from the floor. Even walking to the locker's toilet to get tissue was a strenuous task. It had felt so wonderful during, but who knew that getting dicked so good would be so painful afterwards?

He crept over to the locker room's toilets in a wide stance, the pain sending sharp volts up his back. After wiping the semen from his leg and off his tender hole, Matt flushed away the evidence and fixed his clothes. He then practiced walking casually on his way back over to clean the lockers and fuck was it unpleasant. But if he planked his back as straight as possible and didn't bend his knees as much when he moved… it wasn't so bad. It was manageable. Matt caught a glimpse of himself in the full body mirror as he passed by and his shoulders slumped.

Seeing himself was the perfect description of the phrase 'walking with a stick up your ass'. Matt was stiff and it was blatantly obvious what was wrong. Everyone would know exactly what had happened if walked down the hall like that. Would every time be like this? How long before the agony abated and he could walk straight again? He couldn't have a congratulatory bonfire walking crooked. Why had he let this happen? Oh yeah… because Tyler was some kind of black sorcerer when it came to seducing Matt.

He had decided to go just call it day and go home, lie on his stomach in bed and rest it out—because it was the last day anyway. What would they do, suspend him?—when his phone vibrated in his hand again, notifying him that he still had an unread message. It was a seventeen minute old response from Jeremy.

swear dude?! :D

That's great! We

should go out and

celebrate!

Oh fuck… Matt dipped out of the locker room's fire exit, hoping that if anyone saw him slipping away from the building that way, they would assume it was because he was skiving off school two hours early and therefore attempting to escape the premises undetected. Not because he didn't want too many people to witness him walking like his best friend had just fucked him up the ass.

Matt scurried pass the gym and across the parking lot, stiffly weaving through cars until made it to his truck, hopeful unseen. He painfully climb into to cab and we he sat down—oh fuck! He grunted through the pain. There was nothing else for it. He didn't want to, but he would have to lie. He couldn't let Jeremy see him like this. Matt still didn't know what their relationship was.

actually I'm not feeling

well. i wouldn't be

much fun if i went out.

That wasn't a lie, was it? He wasn't feeling well. His ass wasn't feeling well at all.

dude what's wrong?

Is there anything I can

do to help?

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck… He just had to go and ask that question.

naw i think the school might've under

cooked the mystery meat again. i'm

just gonna head home and rest it off.

That still wasn't a lie. It was an implication. The lunch lady was well known for undercooking the food. Awww, who the fuck was Matt kidding? He was a big fat liar. He was lying to Jeremy and he felt fucking terrible about it.

"Fuck you, Tyler…" he sighed to the empty truck.

Well... congratulations

and I hope u feel better.

yeah tyl

Later

Matt sighed again and pulled away from the school, feeling like the complete and total lying bastard that he was.