MENTORING BRANDON
By Bob

Chapter 9: The Game is Over

I slept well that night. I really needed it too, since the game was going to be very grueling and was very important to all of us. As the biggest game at CBS any year, this year would be crucial to all of us. We weren’t a very good team, and beating Oskie would make our season, we all knew that. I knew we had a very good chance after watching the films. We actually had a couple of secret weapons in Jerry and Brandon. Oskie didn’t know that we had these guys since they hadn’t played on Varsity at all previously.
As I woke, there was Brandon all curled up next to me. In the fetal position, his ass was close to me and my morning hard-on, I was sure, was poking him rather abruptly. I didn’t mind that at all as I was sure he didn’t. I leaned over and kissed him gently on his cheek. I saw his eyes open and his head moved slowly toward me on his pillow. He smiled, began to stretch and grabbed me closer to him. You hear so much about morning breath, but his and mine combined was actually very sweet and comforting to both of us.
We sat up for a second and looked at each other, our arms around each other holding each other close. We both knew that this morning the routine that we had practiced the three morning’s prior would not be repeated. With the game, there was too much at stake, but I know that we both knew, regardless of the games results, that that evening would be very passionate and fulfilling. After all! It was Saturday.
We both showered and got dressed. The pre-meal (yea, even in high school we had those) was the first that Brandon had and I had to stop him from eating EVERYTHING. If I hadn’t, I knew he would get pretty sick during the game and that we didn’t need. We needed him totally and completely to help win this game. Of course, I had him totally and completely, but that was in a different arena.
After breakfast, the team headed for the locker room and our pre-game chalk talk. As Coach Bazarak, our head coach began, he was very low key. I had been in a few of these pre-talks and knew that was only a beginning. Soon, he’d be firing up the entire team with some very vivid language and some great emotion. He had been a pro-center for the Steelers during the first year of the NFL. He was very passionate about football and could really get things going.
As he began to talk about pride in our school, he opened the room and in walked a number of former CBS players from. There was Jon up there looking very focused listening to Coach B. I couldn’t help keep my eyes off of Jon, as I was remembering the dream I had. Actually, I was looking right at his crotch and I could see he was getting more than focused on the coaches pep-talk. He was hard as a rock and I would have loved to have seen him fully nude with that hard cock I perceived.
Coach Bazarak introduced the former player who all had a few words to say about the rivalry with Oskie. When it was Jon’s turn, I looked at Brandon. I could see that he, too, had his vision affixed on Jon’s cock rather than his face. I elbowed him and he turned and smiled at me.
“Wouldn’t you love to see that on our bed,” Brandon whispered to me.
I looked in shock at him. He could tell that I was a bit confused and again smiled. He came closer to my ear and continued.
“Hey, I saw you looking at that hard cock. It would be great to have it bewteen us, wouldn’t it?”
“What?” I said, probably louder than I should have. With that, Jon restated louder his passion to beat the shit out of Oskie. Fortunately, I yelled at an appropriate time.
“I saw you looking at that thing,” Brandon continued. “And, I agree, it looks huge and I think that it would be hot to share someone with us.”
I moved closer to him this time and said, “Well, let’s talk about that, later.”
H nodded his head in agreement and we went back listening to Jon and then the rest of the alumni give their pitch to play well. All of this hype was to motivate us, but the team was already motivated enough because we wanted a big win before the end of the season. Plus, Oskie was our main rival which we all knew and Brandon and Jerry were our ‘secret weapon’ today.
As in all pep talks, it ended with the entire room yelling and screaming. We were all ready to move forward, and take what was ours to take that day. The team left the room and headed toward our lockers. You could hear a pin drop, it was so quiet.
Brandon and I went about our business getting dressed. We didn’t say a word, but by this time in our relationship, we didn’t’ have to. We each knew each other very well and actually could read each other’s mind. Tom and Dave also were in the locker area that we were and all four of us were ready to go and give it our best. And, we all knew that if we did, we could beat this team.
After pre-game warm-ups, we all again went into the prep room for a final word from our coaches. Coach Kistner told the team that this was the best defensive unit we have had all year and reminded us of many of the formations and tricks that we needed to concentrate on executing. Coach Marsh, as the head defensive coach I guess you’d say, added his two cents and we were all ready to get this thing started.
The band was playing, the fans were routing, and it was time for kick-off. The game was ready to begin. It was a very exciting atmosphere. All the former players were on the sidelines and the rest of the alumni were in the stands. This was always the largest attended game at our school. The stands this time were actually full.
Oskie had the ball first, and that is the way we wanted it to happen. Our defense was the best part of our team and right now was the best it had been all year. Our kick-off team stopped Oskie on the 35 and it was our turn to take the field. Tom led us out to the field, we huddled and for us, the game started in earnest.
The call — 53 slant right — allowed Brandon and I to show our skills to our fans. I would have loved to have shown our REAL skills, but again, that was a different arena. The ball was snapped, Brandon shot over the tackle and stopped made a hit you could hear all over the open-air stadium. His first varsity play resulted in his first solo tackle of the day. He stopped the ball carrier for a 5- yard lose and that proved to be the telling tale of the day.
We stopped Oskie on the first series and that allowed our offense to take over. Like normal, it was three-and-out for them and we were once again back on the field. It had been very fortunate for us the entire year that our special teams and defense played well. Without that, we would have lost by wider margins than we had.
It was the beginning of the second quarter when it happened. Our offense had fumbled on our 35 yard line and our defense was dead tired, but had to hold Oskie or go down 7-0. On the first play, they went around left end and Tom stopped them for a 5 yard gain. The second play from scrimmage was a pass. On the 53-Roger, Brandon was responsible in rushing the QB and I had mid-zone coverage. I could see it was a slant and knew it was a quickie, but the rush provided time. Brandon got into the backfield and had the QB by the jersey as he let go of the ball. It fell incomplete, just in front of the tight end who I was covering. Oh, how I loved having Brandon on the team. He provided covered my ass on that one.
Now, it was 3rd down and 5. Coach Kistner relayed the call to Tom. It was a 53 Louie, which meant it was a true passing defense. Tom, Dave and Jerry were responsible for any possible run, but slanted so as to put pressure on the quarterback. Brandon and I looked at each other and smiled.
“Ok, Bob, get it. I think it’s time for us to score,” Brandon announced.
With that a roar went up in the huddle and we all joined hands. We yelled, YEP, and broke. It was a great feeling being a team and it was a result of Brandon’s enthusiasm.
Oskie came up to the ball. Tom yelled switch and the ball was hiked. The quarterback went back to pass. Jerry and Tom, realizing that it was a pass, took the inside route and had the QB on the run. The tight end was running a slant route again and I wasn’t about to let him beat me again. I cut off his route and he had to go around me to get to his receiving zone. Just as Tom grabbed the quarterback, he released the ball. Like in slow motion, I saw the ball heading my way. Just to my left was Brandon. I quickly looked at him and saw, in his eyes what was needed. The tight end had his hands up and ready for the reception. I knew I would have to hit him immediately after he caught the ball, or they would have a first down.
As if we had played for years, what happened next was a work of art. Brandon, realizing the situation, had the tight end cut off. The ball meant for him was suddenly in my hands. I was in full stride by this time and heading toward the far sideline. Brandon, by this time had already cut off the end and was turning to the same sideline. I screamed ‘BALL’ which was the signal for interception and you could see the reverse field that my teammates were taking.
Directly ahead of me, Dave threw a hellacious block that opened a lane toward the sideline. I could see Brandon, who was much quicker than I was, had gotten in front of me. He was leading the way for me, which was of course appropriate. On my left, Tom layed out the half-back who had one hand on me just in time to get me free.