Chapter 94: So, Come Here Often?

Sunlight pierced through the glass sliding door, doing another efficient job of waking Tim from the deep sleep he thoroughly enjoyed. First, he noticed the reflections of light dancing off the dust in the air. Then he noticed the weight of hairy noggins using his chest as a pillow. He raised his head and noticed not one but two girls smiling up at him.

“You see, I told you he wasn’t gonna stay asleep,” the blonde told her brunette friend. Their names skipped Tim’s memory at that moment. The nanites seemed to understand his predicament, and soon enough, their names appeared over each girl’s face as they began a contest of competing fellatio. They seemed quite skilled and showed above-average dexterity in the dual effort. Tina, the blonde, was tonguing the head, while Rachel, the brunette, was currently massaging a testicle in her mouth. At some unknown signal, they switched jobs, adding new sensations, albeit not unpleasant, to their transition.

“I’ll give you a good hour or so to stop doing that,” Tim teased. The dual women giggled while simultaneously working both of his balls and the head of his dick – something Tim reminded himself never to forget.

“Like you could last an hour,” one of them joked.

“Shut up! I think he’d give us a run for our money, and I’d hate to think about what my jaw would feel like after an hour straight of this,” the blonde warned. “Besides, babe, you were right, he’s a two-person job for sure.” They both giggled again, causing Tim to moan in satisfaction.

A few minutes later, Tim blew in Tina’s mouth, and once finished, she quickly kissed her friend deeply, sharing the spunk back and forth before making a show of both of them swallowing it all with nary a drop spilled between the two. It was quite a sight.

“We’d better put this toy away, or we’ll never get started with the day,” one of the girls said aloud.

Tim had his eyes closed, relaxing in his post orgasmic feelings. He took a moment to notice that the three of them were alone in the same room where Tim had fallen asleep after the last party. Troy Williams, the graduating quarterback of their state championship-winning football team, was previously in that room, too.

Tim dropped his head back down and felt the cushion of the same futon love seat. He soon took the hint from the girls, got up, and dressed just a few moments before the glass door slid open.

“Oh, good, you’re all up. Hey, ladies, how was our boy?” Troy asked as he moved to pick up the small amount of trash left on a coffee table.

“Oh, he was great!” They both laughed when they answered at the same time.

“I’ll bet. Hey, can you three give me a hand outside? It’s not that bad, but you know, don’t piss off the ‘rents and maybe they’ll let us have a few more of these before we all leave for school.” Everyone sprang to action at that, and after tidying up their sleep area, they made their way outside for additional cleaning duties.

A good hour later, the backyard was miraculously back to its condition before the party began.

Tina wrapped her arm around Tim’s neck, bringing him down to her for a deep kiss. At the same time, Rachel reached around for his groin and gave him a series of squeezes through his ever-tightening blue jeans. Tim felt a hand slide something into one of his back pockets.

“Give us a call, and we can try this again and see if you can go for an hour, for real.” Rachel then gave Tim her own kiss, and the two ladies jogged out to their car somewhere out in the front yard.

Tim reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded-up piece of paper with Tina’s phone number, but both girls signed the bottom.

“What’s that?” Jeff appeared magically by his side, taking a peek at the paper from over Tim’s shoulder. He caught the names and began nodding in understanding. “Ah, the Brennan Babes.”

“Who?”

“Your lady friends. I think they’re like juniors out at Brennan, but I think they used to go to the same church as our offensive captain. I’ve only heard of them showing up to a couple of his parties before. Well, it was a big celebration, of course.”

“Of course.”

“Do yourself a favor, man. You’ve got gold right there,” Jeff pointed to the paper Tim was refolding and returning to his pocket. “Don’t let any other prospectors know you done found the mother-lode!” Jeff smiled at his own quick-witted retort.

“How long do you think I should wait until I call them?”

Jeff responded instantly. “Give it until like Wednesday and set up a date with them for either Friday or Saturday night. They always double up, and they are known for being friendly, but they are pretty selective,” Jeff explained as the two pulled the last couple of bags of trash out to the curb.

“Have you?” Tim asked, leaving the question open-ended.

“With them?” Tim nodded. “Na. I never rated high enough for them, but from what I’ve heard, they are nice girls. I never really heard their real story, but I do understand they are like the best of friends and prefer to share everything,” Jeff stated before leaning in to Tim and muttering under his breath. “I mean everythang.” He stood back up, pulled the garbage bag out of the can, and tied it closed before placing the bag with the others they had collected.

Both defensive linemen stuffed the full garbage bags into the larger city garbage can for pickup later in the week. “Besides, from what I heard, you got a little more information about it than I do.” Jeff accented his advice with a lighthearted slap to the back of Tim’s head and then took off running back to the pool with Tim jogging just behind.

“Hey, dudes, thanks a lot for your help,” Troy said. Then he pointed toward the table crowded by the last few party-goers hungrily digging into a few bags of bean and cheese tacos from Sombrero Rosa.

“Aw, no problem, Cap. Our pleasure. Yo, who do we owe for this breakfast of champions?” Jeff queried, then lightly tapped Tim on the arm before reaching for a couple of tacos.

“Don’t worry. It was the last of the monetary donations from friends of the football program for last night’s party. I figure something for those actual humans nice enough to stay behind and help clean up, and they could use a pick-me-up before I punt them all in their keesters to get them out of my house.”

Soon enough, the last of the tacos were gobbled up by the remaining guests, but no one really wanted the party to end. Soon enough, though, the social norms dictated that things wind down. With a simple head nod and an emphasis on the empty bag from Sombrero Rosa, Tim and Jeff made plans to get a little more to eat. Jeff rubbed his thumb and finger together in a universal gesture for money, emphasizing the thought, and Tim answered with another head nod. It was a deep conversation between friends.

Final goodbyes were shared, and promises for another party in the next semester were suggested. Jeff and Tim were quiet on the short jaunt to the school’s favorite taco stand, and the silence continued until their orders were retrieved and the two sat down at a familiar table on Sombrero Rosa’s patio.

“Dude, it’s gonna feel weird not having any opponent to get ready for, for a Friday game,” Tim exclaimed, looking for some sort of conversation. Jeff simply stared at him for a moment and moved to eat the second half of another taco before stopping himself mid-bite.

“Dude. I’m never going to play football for Roosevelt ever again. I’ll never step onto that field again and bust skulls with my best friends. You,” he started, but sat up a bit straighter. “You are just at the start of your football career. Thankfully, because of your hard work and you showing up in my life, I’m gonna get to keep playing ball at least. It’s gonna get harder, but fuck, I am soooo ready to get it going at UTSA. You brought the eyes to the team.”

“Oh. Yeah, I guess,” Tim muttered and continued. “But your hard work got them to notice you. Those scouts were sitting up in the stands saying, ‘Hey, who’s that old guy constantly trying to follow Mayhem?” The two gave each other very strong high fives. The two hands slapping each other gave a loud clap heard throughout the restaurant patio. The two boys meekly apologized to the others on the patio.

“No need to apologize, guys. I was once where you are,” announced an older gentleman topped in salt and pepper hair tucked underneath a weathered Houston Astros baseball cap. The man, sitting with two young boys and sharing a meal at a neighboring table, said. “I was a member of the class of 1988.” He pointed toward the high school across the street. “And I earned a full-ride scholarship to Southwest Texas State by playing football. It gave me the chance to get what I have today.”

He glanced toward his boys as they were finishing their tacos, and he paused as if lost in a memory. “I played four years. We weren’t ever really that good, so I never seriously considered playing in the NFL, but I did earn my degree and got a solid career doing something I love almost as much as my family. All because of football.” The father leaned over with a paper napkin and wiped the youngest boy’s mouth before resuming.

“It all started on those same dusty, grassless practice football fields behind that school.” The man leaned toward them and shook both Tim’s and Jeff’s hands. He held onto Jeff’s hand a bit longer. “UTSA is a damn good school. Use the opportunity and don’t let it slip through your fingers chasing some pie in the sky shot at glory. Use the game to set up your future.”

He turned to Tim. “You, however,” he offered Tim a handshake, which Tim returned generously. “You, I expect to watch you playing on Sundays with and against the best in the world in the NFL. Lord knows you have the talent for it.”

A phone on the table beeped, indicating a text had been received. The oldest boy picked it up and read it. “Come on, Dad, we gotta pick up Mama from the mall!”

“Okay, let’s clean up our trash so we can go.” He poured the trash into the can and slid the tray atop the others. “High school football is great, but you gotta be ready to stretch your wings when it’s time to leave the nest.”

His boys asked for a picture with Tim. He did one as a simple selfie, and then he picked up both boys in one hand and pressed them both up over his head. The boys were cracking up with laughter, as was their father.

The man collected up the last of the trash left behind by his two young children. With a wave, the father rejoined his kids, who were waiting for him just inside the door, full of the youth and energy wasted on the young.

It didn’t seem like anything else needed to be said on the subject, so the two finished up and headed home for the rest of the weekend.

After a rousing and impromptu sing-along rendition of Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody in the car, Tim and Jeff were stopped, waiting for a train to pass, still several minutes away from reaching Tim’s place. Tim’s phone rang. “Ah, hell,” Tim announced.

He looked at the display and immediately answered with the phone’s speaker function. “Hi, Mom,” both Jeff and Tim said aloud.

“What’s up?” Tim asked on his own.

“Are you close to coming home yet?”

“Yeah, I’m a couple minutes away. Me and Jeff got caught by a train on Eisenhauer Road. Did you need something?”

“No. It’s just that you have a couple of guests who just showed up. Hurry home. I’ll tell them you are on your way,” she responded and hung up.

“Um, okay,” Tim said aloud and slowly put his phone back in his pocket. “So I guess I have a guest at the house.”