Another Field of Cock Play 1

Kyle looked out the window onto the darkened golf course. Rain was streaming down and lightning periodically illuminated the rolling hills outside the club. It wasn't the only thing in Kyle's vision. Reflected in the glass, he could see groups of women in tight circles, animated in heavy conversation. As for the men, well, they were all interested in one thing: Mrs. Martinson was teetering on the tabletop, performing a mock striptease. Kyle guessed that he was the only guy around not entranced by a drunk, heavily made-up woman making a fool of herself. Check that. He wasn't alone. Mr. Martinson himself seemed uninterested in his wife's antics. Instead, from what he could tell from the reflection, Joe Martinson's attention seemed to be centered on the man looking out the window.

Not only that, but Kyle noticed Joe was beginning to move towards him. The big man moved with an easy grace that had made him an outstanding baseball player in high school, college, and later, for a short period, in the majors. Like Kyle, during the course of the evening, he'd loosened his tie, unbuttoned a shirt button and rolled up his shirt sleeves.

"Great party Coach," Joe's voice was quiet but there seemed to be an edge of mock sincerity.

"Well your wife seems to be enjoying herself." Jeez, wrong thing to say, Kyle thought to himself.

"Yeah, that's Marlene alright. Eat, drink, and be merry tonight 'cuz tomorrow you might have to go shopping."

"Well, no one seems to mind. Whoops, well the other wives seem to," Kyle said nodding toward the enclaves of women. There was an awkward silence when both men seemed lost for conversation.

Looking back at his companion, Kyle was struck by the man's physical presence. Joe was only five years older than he was, and while Kyle still thought of himself as a kid, Joe seemed mature and stable while maintaining youthful looks. For Kyle's part, you could chalk it up from going straight from college into high school teaching and coaching. He never really had to leave school and grow up. He was carefree and unencumbered. Looking at Joe, he envied the man's constancy.

Part of Joe's resolute manner probably was derived from getting married in his senior year of high school to Marlene and a few months later, they became parents to Josh. The family followed Joe to the university when Joe was getting his degree, but Marlene and little Josh had not moved to Detroit after Joe started with the team. Instead they'd come back to here.

It was because of Josh that Kyle felt awkward around Joe. They'd never really been friends, but Kyle had always admired Joe. It was Joe's records at Northridge High School that had served as inspiration for Kyle to excel. Then there was Joe himself - All-America poster boy. Kyle followed his college and pro careers religiously. Then, suddenly, Joe was back in town and the reason for his departure from the Tigers was never fully explained. Even without a lengthy pro career, he'd parlayed his success into a growing real estate business. So, with a career, wife, and son, Joe seemed to have it all.

Josh was never the athlete his father was, and while pushed into it, he never put his heart into it. Nonetheless, Kyle always felt a certain kinship with the boy. Josh had found a way to worm information out of him that Kyle usually tried to keep hidden. For instance, Josh knew that Kyle wasn't dating anyone and hadn't had a truly serious relationship. Josh almost knew more about Kyle than he was entirely comfortable with.

That's what made it especially hard when Kyle caught the boy breaking into the school and ripping off the petty cash box from the athletic office. It was the usual story: stealing to buy drugs. Josh was now in a drug rehab center upstate. Kyle had worked with the courts to minimize the impact on the boy and the family.

Kyle's relationship with the Martinson's had changed from cordial conversations to mere nods of acknowledgment.

"So ends another delightful Quarterback Club dinner," Joe finally interrupted the lull.

"Yeah, If I had my way we'd shorten them by two hours and limit everyone to two drinks," Kyle looked back at Joe. "I'm really surprised to see you and Marlene here after ..." Joe quickly interrupted. "You mean Josh. Well, I've been a booster for the athletic programs before Josh was even in kindergarten. Just because he's no longer on the team doesn't mean I'm going to duck out on my responsibilities."

Joe's eyes looked earnestly into Kyle's. "By the way, I was really impressed by your speech. I think you really opened some eyes about the drug problems in the school."

Kyle felt himself half smile. "I'm not sure of the effectiveness. After all, you and I seem to be the only sober ones left here."

Kyle felt Joe's hand move to his shoulder. "You know, I never did thank you for what you did for Josh. For that I am sorry."

The hand remained on Kyle's shoulder. "No thanks are necessary, Joe. I've always liked Josh. I wanted to see him get help." The weight of the heavy hand felt good on his shoulder. Kyle liked feeling close to this man. "You showed really compassion for all of us. I never would have realized how screwed up Josh's life was until it was too late."

Joe shook his head. "Marlene didn't notice anymore than I did, but maybe if we had had any communication beforehand, we might have pieced it together."

A loud crash of thunder shook the windows next to them. Both men found themselves chuckling nervously.

"Well Kyle, I better get Marlene home," Joe said nodding over to where his wife was now sitting slumped over the table where she'd earlier been dancing.

"Looks like it might be a good idea. Let me help you out with her."

"Thanks."

Kyle and Joe gathered Marlene up and placed her in the back seat of the Cherokee where she could sleep. The rain beating down steadily.

"Thanks again Kyle." Joe looked around the nearly empty parking lot. "Where's your MG?"

"Back in the shop, as usual."

"Well, let's not stand around getting wet. Let me drop you off."

Kyle bit his lip. "Thanks. I don't want to impose, but I don't relish the thought of walking home in this crap." Another lightning bolt crashed down hitting a tree on the golf course.

Joe stared at Kyle wide-eyed. "Well hop in. I don't relish the thought of you getting hit by a thunder bolt."

Piling into the car, Kyle said, "It's 1385 ... ."

"I know where you live," Joe said quietly looking over at Kyle as he turned the key. Kyle felt a twinge in his groin as he looked over at the 6-foot, 3-inch driver. Could it be?, he thought.

As they were driving down Townsend Avenue, Joe asked, "So, what's wrong with the convertible?"

"Nothing mechanical for a change, I'm just getting the cloth top replaced. So, you like my car?" Kyle countered.

"You could say that." Joe smiled at Kyle slyly. Again, Kyle felt there was something being left unsaid.

Reaching over to down shift as they turned the corner onto Chatham, Joe's arm brushed against Kyle's. Kyle felt an almost electric charge race through him. Once again, he felt his eyes lock with Joe's deep blue orbs. A snore from the back seat diverted their attention.

"She going to be alright?"

"Yeah, most of the time Marlene's got everything together. It's just when we're together in social situations that some off her bad traits surface."

"Well," Joe said changing the subject, "here we are." Joe maneuvered the Jeep into the driveway.

Kyle reached for the door handle but saw Joe reach out with his right hand. Gripping it, he once again looked deep into the blonde man's eyes. A wave of energy seemed to be transmitted from Joe's arm into his own and travel through his body.

Kyle felt his mouth go dry and licked his lips. Ending the handshake, Kyle muttered, "Well, thanks again." He reached for the door handle and sprinted through the rain to the porch. Entering the house, he leaned back against the door.

"Oh gawd, what's happening here?" he said to himself. Pulling back the curtains slightly, he saw the Jeep still parked in the drive motionless. Then, seemingly after minutes, it pulled out.

Immediately, Kyle moved his hand to his crotch and groped the mound there. "Shit!" Things were beginning to look complicated. Kyle had shied away from an emotional attachments, but now, it seemed, the living version of all his wet dreams seemed to be making a play for him. But, wishing for a thing didn't necessarily make it true.

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written by kzwm25a