Date: Wed, 25 Feb 2015 23:14:25 -0500 From: David-Aidan Mackey <damackeynyc@gmail.com> Subject: Speech, Debate, Sex and More: Part 8: A Nerd in Jock's Clothing: Go, Team, Go Hello Nifty readers! As I said before, this series is my first foray into short length erotica and just being an author in general. Your feedback and encouragement have been amazing! I would love any more feedback you might have for me on style, voice, general thoughts, sexiness, writing of sex etc. Anything really. You can email me at: DAMackeyNYC@gmail.com I hope you enjoy this chapter. Sorry it took me longer than usual to post this chapter. I had originally planned this to be ONE long chapter, but it proved too bulky. So now you get TWO chapters at once! Hope you enjoy it. This also means that now there will be a total of at least 14 chapters when the series is completed. Maybe more!. Be on the lookout for the last 5 in the series as I've planned them, and I look forward to hearing from you. DISCLAIMER: The following fictional story deals with sex among males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or reside in an area where it is not allowed, depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex. The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent. Please consider donating to NIFTY if you have a dollar to two to spare! They are super nice and help to provide this cool FREE platform for little writers like myself to explore their talents and meet cool folks like ya'll! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ~D.A.M~ ********************************************************************************** A Nerd in Jock's Clothing: Go, Team, Go! By D. A. Mackey Because I am, first and foremost, a nerd of the highest degree, and because my mother is also an educator, I approached the task of learning baseball in the only way I found logical: I watched the sport on TV surrounded by reference books I'd checked out from the public library. My mother found me, legal pad on my knees, furiously scribbling every thing I could think of as I watched ESPN for the first time in my life. She stood in the doorway, laundry basket wedged skillfully to her hip in stunned silence at first, mouth working but unable to really articulate the millions of questions she must have had. "Who are you, and what have you done with my son, David?" She asked, startling me from the game. Despite what people may say about baseball being a slow paced sport where little actually happens, I was finding my attention to the game brought up countless and unending avenues of exploration. I entered the task knowing little more than that several people swung at a ball with a bat and made their way counter-clockwise across four bases, so everything aside from those most basic of basic facts was new to me. "Very funny, Mamma," I shot back in my best teenager impersonation. "I might as well tell you now, since you're gonna have to sign the release form anyways: I'm the new Varsity Baseball Team Manager." The laundry basket crashed to the floor and my mamma busied herself with repacking it to cover her shock. "Well, honey, you know your father and I support you in anything you want to do. Even that." I made some grunt of approval in her general direction and continued my note taking. She regathered the laundry and made her way to leave. I heard her footsteps quickened as she left until she was nearly running towards the stairs and second floor laundry room. "Siiiissssyyyy...," she shouted as she took to the stairs in what had to be two by two leaps, calling for my sister in the family nickname. "Sissy, where are you!" I rolled my eyes and waited for what I knew was going to follow. Surely as the night follows the day, a harsh bark of laughter soon hit my ears, my little sister apparently taking my mother's new gossip with every ounce of grace that I'd come to expect from my darkly inclined sibling. For a full minute, I heard the laughter echo from upstairs, hushed by my mother's all-too-late reprimands, which were also fully audible. Let them laugh. I wasn't going to let them get me down. The idea of being the new team manager was exciting. First because it offered a new opportunity to learn something I never thought I would want to learn, and second because it meant I would be spending more time with Daniel. My mother and sister could cackle till the cows came home, I was getting the better end of this bargain by far. The first Home Game found me tucked into a team uniform emblazoned with my first initial and last name across the back, complete with a patch above the school crest and the embroidered title of "Manager" in royal blue thread beneath it. The Coach had given me a pair of baseball pants which I now wore along with baseball cleats and knee high blue cotton socks with white stripes down the sides. I felt like I was wearing a ridiculous costume, but my new teammates assured me that I looked the part. I had to silently thank Daniel for his attempts at upping my physical fitness game. Hauling the many mesh bags full of bats and balls and various assorted gear that I had to haul from the gym storage room out to the baseball field would have killed me just a few short weeks ago. I now rather enjoyed the slight ache in my shoulders when I'd finished setting up the equipment and organized the dugout as instructed. The innings passed by quickly for me and I kept track of the few stats that Coach had told me to run for him, as well as maintained the video camera feeds from the dugout and the two remote cameras set up on the lights behind the home plate. I couldn't help but think that the Theater Department could have greatly used just ONE recording device, while the Baseball team had two wireless, permanent, and waterproof cameras installed just to re-watch games and form after the fact. But decrying the unequal nature of athletic and artistic funding in the private school industrial complex is a fool's errand in most cases. In no time, my first home game was over and the players, satisfied with a 4-2 win over the visiting team, all headed back to the gym complex to clean up and shower. I had to stay late and collect the scattered equipment back into the mesh bags and haul them back to the storage room. Daniel approached me as I stuffed a few metal bats into a carrying case. "So, nerd," he started, keeping an eye on the retreating backs of our departing teammates. "How was it the first time out?" "Not too horrible," I shrugged. "Once you get over the stench of you all..." I wrinkled up my nose in mock admiration for his post game funk and was rewarded with his booming chuckle. He stepped closer to me and leaned his head to mine so that his face hovered a few inches in front of my nose. I stopped my cleaning, my grip reflexively tightening on the slender phallic bat in my hand, wishing it was Daniel I held between my fingers. "The uniform is doing it for me," he groped at the front of his tight white baseball pants, "you should keep them on until everyone leaves." His hand traveled the outline of his growing cock as it expanded across his hip bone, entirely visible beneath the elastic fabrics. He shouldered his duffle bag and swung it in front of his body to hide his arousal. "See you in the showers, Nerd," he shouted back over his shoulder as he walked from me to join the team. His sculpted ass in the pants and his implied arousal with visual proof worked like a charm, as I'm quite sure Daniel intended. In seconds, I had the dugout cleaned and the equipment stored in bags. I had taken the bags individually back and forth before the game. Now, I shouldered everything that had taken me three trips, loaded myself down like a pack mule and nearly sprinted after Daniel towards the gym. It is amazing what adrenaline and the prospect of sex with a gorgeous man who wants you as much as you want him will make you capable of. The equipment storage room, with the plywood shelves and myriad assortment of balls was two doors past the Varsity showers. This meant that as I dragged each mesh bag from the pile at the entrance to the storage room, I got a full 5 second view of my baseball teammates as they showered and cleaned up after the game. Daniel had once made casual mention of the fact that Jocks often showed off and messed around together without homoerotic intent, even jerking off together to the same porn video at times. Well, perhaps it is my gay liberal bias or some form of fantasy projection, but watching nine naked 18 year old men shower together is most assuredly homoerotic, no matter the original intentions of the participants. The guys themselves seemed unaware of this fact, but the steam filled shower room positively oozed pheromones, masculinity, and the basest most animalistic form of sex. Daniel was the most stunning of them, at least to my eye. He was the shortest of the group, but his mounded chest muscles and tight abs all covered in a trimmed mat of black chest hair gave him a kind of masculine maturity that the other guys could do little to compete with. His uncut cock hung down his thighs, the water flowing down his semi-soft length and off his exposed cock head. His balls swung as he maneuvered and twisted in the flow of the hot water. His whole being screamed sexual dominance. His was the largest cock in the room, at least while mostly soft, the only uncut member, and the hairiest specimen with some of the most visible muscle mass in proportion to his size. And he was mine. On my second trip past the shower, Daniel caught my eye as I peaked. He made sure to jiggle his bits and flex his muscles for me with a lick of his lips. He was very much aware of what that would do to me, especially surrounded by so much naked man flesh and in the very same shower we shared and fucked in most mornings. I succeeded in NOT looking towards my naked classmates as I went to retrieve the last bag of supplies. I had to steady myself and take a deep breath before I passed the opening to the showers this last time. As I did so, Daniel dropped a bombshell that, for his teammates, must have seemed innocuous, but to me was an undeniable body blow. "Dude, I'm so horny," he began right as I stepped into view. "I'm getting boned up just thinking about my own hand. That's fuckin' pathetic of me." My eyes raised from their intended study of the floor tiles and I was greeted by a profile view of Daniel as he gripped his fully hard cock and stroked himself slowly, his thumb making a small circle on his slit. I couldn't move from the spot, stooped over, the bag strapped to my shoulder like some kind of teenaged gay Santa Clause caught sneaking down the chimney. "What about Amy?" Paul asked from Daniel's left. He was the tallest of the team, standing at nearly six feet four inches. He was lanky with a broad swimmers chest that narrowed into well formed hips and legs. Despite his height, the blonde trimmed cock that hung between his thighs seemed to be mostly average, but not un-pretty. It seemed to be thickening as he looked to Daniel. "What about her?" Daniel asked still stroking himself and not breaking eye contact with Paul. I felt for the guy, having been on the receiving end of that stare more than once. The dude was a goner. Wave the white flag, Paul. It's all over from here, sorry to tell ya. "She's more interested in prom and graduation than me recently," Daniel continued. "Man, fuck her." "Is that an offer?" Ian joked from the right. The other players all laughed. I mean, you laughed when Ian made a joke. That was just common survival sense. The man was a solid 225 lbs of nothing but rock hard muscle. He had won two teen bodybuilding competitions before our Junior year, and spent more time in the weight room than the classroom. He was smart and a decent student, but it was obvious that he enjoyed working out as more than just a mere hobby. His thighs were bigger around than my chest. Ian jerked at his own cock, which I was surprised to see he kept completely shaved. His entire body was hairless now that I looked. His dark nipples stood out prominently on the biggest pecs I'd ever seen in real life, but there was no hair on his torso or even his legs. You could see every striation in his muscles, every ligament as it tensed beneath his sun tanned skin. Where Daniel looked like how I would picture Ares, the Greek God of War, Ian was Hercules, all brawn and overawing strength. "Have at it," Daniel said and threw up his hands. "May she rest in peace," he joked. Amy was a smallish woman, the difference in size between her and Ian could indeed make for some rather awkward sexual positions, not a few of which could lead to Amy being crushed to death beneath his mass. Ian blushed a bit, but neither of them seemed to realize that there were now three ERECT men standing within five feet of each other; Daniel, Ian, and poor Tall Paul, who had finally risen to the occasion. Why were they not dropping to their knees and worshiping at the alter of cock options arrayed before them? My own dick was achingly hard, pressed down my thigh as I stayed stooped over. They really didn't seem to notice. Except Daniel. He looked at me, pinning me with that brown gaze as he stroked his wet cock slowly. That was all for me. I watched the muscles of his ass clench as he stroked himself and my mind began to wander. "Listen up, Guys!" Coach B boomed from behind me. I squeaked and jumped a full foot off the ground, the mesh bag falling from my back. Every eye in the shower turned to Coach and now saw me bent over a bag of supplies and flushed bright red. Thank god only Daniel assumed I was also leaking precum down my pants leg. Or, so I hoped. I dragged the bag as quickly as I could towards the storage room, hiding my dick as I limped and struggled. "Come on back, Newbie," Coach said, "this is for you too. Take a knee." I dropped the bag into the storage closet, using the time my back was turned to reach down the front of my pants and pull my cock up towards my stomach, my fingers getting slick with my own precum as I gripped my shaft. Tucked uncomfortably in my waistband, I was able to hunch forward just enough that my shirt covered most of me as I slowly ambled back to the Coach and team. he shower was still running, but the naked guys had all arranged themselves in a semi circle on the wet tile floor, each of them kneeling with their left legs up and right knees pressed to the tiles. Cocks pointed straight at me from every view point. Paul's stuck straight out, Daniel's thicker member bounced a little lower. Cocks everywhere. And nine sets of eyes locked on me. "Take a knee, David," Coach B said again. I didn't protest. I just sank to my knees and mirrored the positions of my teammates. The tiles were wet even this far from the shower heads, but the water soaking into the white elastic of my pants was the last thing on my mind. So. Much. Cock. "First away game is coming up midweek, gentlemen," Coach B, began. "We will be following the normal procedures to get to and from the game. Accommodations have already been arranged for each of you. Your school work has been collected from all of your classes so you won't fall behind...and I emphasize this for all of you...you WILL NOT fall behind in your schoolwork, understood?" "UNDERSTOOD!" they all repeated back to him in a unified shout. I jumped a bit again, unprepared for the group call and response vibe. "Understood," I mumbled after the fact. "Good. Come and grab the permission slips and liability forms as usual on your way out. And we will be having no funny business or rowdy antics on this trip, Gentlemen. You are representing this school and me and I will not tolerate that bull shit. I'm looking at you, Ian." Ian lowered his eyes to the floor. It was off putting to see a guy built like Ian was built so easily cowed by a decently in shape middle aged man. I guess I had a lot more to learn about the relationship between a coach and athlete. "Alright. Everyone remember to thank David, here," Coach B said as he clapped a firm grip on my shoulder while I knelt at his side. He nearly knocked me over, but he must have assumed I'd be unprepared and used his grip on my shoulder to hold me in place bodily so I could regain myself. Smart man. Know your team. "He did a great job his first time out and he's gonna make sure this first away game goes off without a hitch as well. We couldn't win without him, so make him feel welcome on the team, boys." It was my turn to gaze at the floor for a moment. I felt my face heat as I blushed bright red. I hadn't really done much, certainly nothing athletically gifted. I never have been one to take a compliment, especially in such strange surroundings. And I was still a little in awe of my misplaced misconceptions of what went on in a sports team. I was constantly having to adjust my stereotypes, usually from an expected negative to an actual positive. "Dismissed," Coach B shouted and withdrew his support from my shoulder. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to get up or if there was some rule about not rising from your kneel until the Coach was out of sight...I only read about kneeling in front of Tudor Royalty in the 17th century! How was I supposed to know the rules of the locker room on the first time out? I didn't have any time to really wonder about the proper etiquette. Suddenly I found myself at eye level with Ian's shaved cock pointed right at my face. Water still beaded on his smoothly shaved skin. His adonis plate and hard cock filled my vision and I just registered his strong grip on my shoulder as he walked past me. "Thanks, Dude," came his rough-voiced grumble. I was going to say something, but I was afraid to open my mouth in the presence of his cock, especially since it was replaced with another as he passed me. God, if there is a god, must have felt it time to reward me for some cosmic good karma I had recently accrued. John's long thin cock with the buzzed red pubes and the thick head was next. Alex's short and fat cock surrounded in dark unkept hair and paired with a tightly pulled sack. Paul's blonde hair and long slender cock that fit his lean frame perfectly, arching up so that the entire member seemed to be smiling at me. My hole twitched thinking about that curved tool sliding inside me. James, Ben, Blake. Each cock like a new work of art that I just wanted to sit in front of and gaze at until I could draw them from memory. "Thanks." "Good Job." "Keep it up." All the platitudes they showered on me as they clasped my shoulder seemed to pass over my conscious mind. I was wrapped in their tools. My hands I kept in fists pressed to my sides. I figured that was the safest course of action. Daniel's beautiful cock was the last to fill my vision. It held a special significance for me because I already knew every detail of it. The vein that throbbed underneath its length. The balls hanging loose beneath. The foreskin just letting the rim of his head be known under it. My mouth watered and my fingers un gripped and began to travel forward without thought. "Good job, Nerd," he said. "You're part of the team now." I raised my vision from his beautiful bouncing dick and traveled up his abs and across his chest and shoulders. He kept his hands on his hips, and pressed them ever slightly towards my face, still at perfect level to devour him. He was testing my resolve and if he wasn't careful he would soon find out just how weak I really was. He gripped my shoulder finally and pulled me to my feet. I stumbled a bit in my stupor and looked down to meet his gaze, feeling as if he still stood high above me though I was a good three inches taller. I felt drunk when he looked at me like that. "Keep the uniform on. Give me fifteen. My car?" His hand grabbed at my crotch, cupping my balls and the base of my shaft, still hard and pointed up to my chin. He squeezed hard and I went to my toes, electricity rocketing through me. My cock pulsed out a drop of crystal lubricant that soaked through my shirt instantly. I free fell through open air as he release me and exited the shower to join the rest of the team in the changing area. I had to count to 10 before I decided it was safe to move without the real threat of collapsing to the ground in a convulsing heap of orgasm. One by one, my classmates dressed and left the locker room after collecting the required paperwork from Coach B's office. I busied myself cleaning whatever I could with a spare rag and spray bottle, glancing at Daniel as he dressed himself just out of my direct line of sight. I sighed reluctantly as I watched the globes of his muscled ass disappear inside a pair of tight blue jeans, but loved that he still wore nothing underneath them. In short order, everyone was ready to leave. I had to be the last to exit the locker room. It was my job to turn off the lights and lock the final door. Coach B gave Daniel his paperwork and handed me my own as the three of us traveled towards the exit. "Have a good night, Boys. See you in the morning," he said as he shouldered his own black bag and turned to head towards the faculty parking lot. "Lock it up, David." "Yes, Coach," I complied and turned the lever that would ensure the door locked behind me. Daniel waited just outside as I did, his backpack on his shoulder and a devious grin already visible on his face. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, pulling the locker room door shut behind me and testing to make sure it latched tight. "Like what?" he asked, his hands going to his pockets. A car rumbled to life in the distance and I watched the patches of light move across us and then continue out the front gate. "Like you have something to say. It's your Mona Lisa look." "You callin' me girly, Nerd?" Daniel joked. I laughed a bit. "Hardly." We walked in silence, each of us staring at the ground directly in front of us. I don't know about him, but I was keeping my pace deliberately slow, hoping that the parking lot would be empty by the time we finally reached it. I was hoping for another street lamp kiss. "How did you like the first game?" Daniel finally asked after a while. "Fine. Not too bad at all. And can't complain about the show at the end." "You liked that part huh?" Daniel's elbow jabbed into my ribs and I smiled. "Who wouldn't?" I tried to become engrossed in the rising moon. I knew that if I thought too much about the parade of penis I had just been party to, I would be hard in a moment and couldn't be held responsible if I tackled and molested Daniel as a result. "Don't go getting any ideas, Nerd," Daniel offered. "Look all you want, but you let me know if any of them tries to do anything." "Sir, are you getting possessive?" I chided him jovially. "No, I mean,...you can do what you want,...I just mean,...fuck, I don't know." I giggled a bit. It was sweet of him, really. "You just want to keep me to yourself for a while," I offered. I wasn't at all sure if the parking lot was empty, but Daniel's rare show of possessive emotion towards me gave me the courage to wind my arm through his own and snuggle a little closer to him. "Don't worry, Jock Boy. I only have eyes for you. Though Paul might give you a run for your money if you aren't careful...and Ian is...well, you know." "Fuck you, ass hole." He pulled me into him and I felt his arm settle across my shoulder. I placed my own comfortably around the small of his back and rested my fingers on his far hip. I felt lighter as we walked like that, pressed together and nuzzled close. The parking lot was thankfully deserted and no one was there to see our little display of possibly public affection. Only Daniel's red Jeep and my little Toyota were left, illuminated by the large street lamps. Daniel took the lead and lead our entwined bodies towards his Jeep. I let him push me against the driver's side door, his palm resting on the window just level with my head. My arms wound tightly around his waist and pulled his hips close to mine. I could feel his cock swelling beneath his jeans and my own was making itself known in my baseball pants. "It was torture not getting to touch you today," he moaned, his lips close to mine. "Yeah? How do you think it felt to watch you running around and getting all sweaty and worked up? I've been hard the better part of the afternoon," I said as I turned my face towards his, my lips wanting to meet him so badly I could taste it. "We'd better find a way to release the tension then." Daniel's lips pressed to the side of my neck and my head fell back against the driver's side window. My cock ground into his and I writhed into him. My hand traveled up his back, feeling each twitch as he pressed me against the cold metal of his car, until my fingers wound in his hair. I pulled back hard, yanking him from my neck and holding him back to look at him. "It's not fair to deny me a true kiss after playing me so hard today. Tsk. Tsk." Daniel writhed a bit in my grip, his teeth clenching, but his eyes alight with desire and enjoying the power play I was making. "I'm sorry." He groaned and tried to press forward to kiss me. I yanked him back, again. "Are you, bad boy? How sorry are you?" I pushed him off of me, using the Jeep to lever myself forward and flip his back to the door in a smooth motion. I still held my grip on his hair, holding his face a millimeter from my lips. Now my entire body pressed into him, from thighs to cock to abs to chest. "I'm very, very sorry, baby," Daniel whispered at me. I could feel his heart beat rising in his chest, feel his muscles tense, ready to spring forward, knowing that he could over power me if he wanted to, his entire body crying out to dominate, but reveling in the fight to remain submissive. I finally released his hair and his lips jolted forward to press into mine before my fingers were fully free. I felt my lungs expand and deflate as he breathed through me, pulling me up into him. His fingers dug into my ass and spread my cheeks apart roughly while his tongue ravaged my mouth. The aggressive animal in him was released and there was no re-caging it. "Fuck, you are so hot in these pants." He growled at me, one hand grabbing my ass and spanking me hard with a flat palm just as the other squeezed my hard cock in a vice grip, twisting me in iron fingers. "Ahhh shit," I groaned, my eyes fluttering closed, my fingers gripping and grasping at nothingness against the tightrope of pain and pleasure. "Get in," Daniel said, pulling me to the right with his unyielding grip on my cock. He opened the drivers side car door in one smooth motion and pushed me towards the leather seat. "What?" I panted in a daze. "Get in my car," Daniel repeated. His fingers deftly found the clasp on my pants and yanked them open. The zipper came down easily and my cock pushed into the cool night air, only my jock strap between me and total freedom. Daniel maneuvered me by my hips and lifted me easily to the driver seat and pulled down my pants to settle on my thighs as he did. It was a move worthy of a ballet dancer for its grace and subtle athleticism. I was more than a little swooning. Daniel's hands traveled over my cock, still beneath the jock he had bought for me. I ground my hips into the cold leather of his car seat, feeling my bare ass cheeks slide over their supple surface. "You want me to take care of this for you?" Daniel teased, gazing up at me with a face of cherubic innocence even as his fingers outlined and stroked my throbbing manhood only inches below. "Yes," I hissed at him through the pleasure. "Tell me how...I'm not sure what to do?" He teased with mock innocence. "Suck my cock." I growled at him, my own dominance reacting to his mock submissive. My fingers came back to his hair and I shoved his face towards my crotch. His nose dug into the base of my cock and his mouth opened to wrap strong teeth over my shaft and bite down with a gentle pressure. "Fuck...Yeah, babe. Suck it, please." Daniel freed my cock from my jock and pushed it beneath my balls. He played the submissive innocent as best he could for as long as he could. He started by tentatively licking the tip of my cock as if it were a lollipop and he was unsure what to do. But soon, his instincts took control and the innocent virgin he'd used to turn me on had evolved into his lips settling on the base of my cock, his tongue licking at my trimmed pubes as he forced my entire rock hard dick down the back of his throat. No virgin can do that. I did my best not to use my entire upper body to keep him engulfed on my dick, but it was a true test of willpower not to force it. My body was hunched forward against the steering wheel. His throat ran in ripples up and down my shaft, strongest on my sensitive cock head and ending in a rapid flicking tongue bath on my balls. Suddenly, I was flung back a good foot and my torso was suddenly pressed into nothingness and I fell backward. Daniel had adjusted the seat back all the way and released the back support so that I was nearly all the way prostrate now. His mouth never left my cock as he manipulated the levers and pulleys, he just followed my center of gravity back and continued his manipulations. The effect was that I felt like I was suddenly floating in a free fall that seemed somehow tethered to the crazy heat coming from my huge erection. Daniel eased off of me slowly, making sure he wet and sucked at each centimeter of me as I exited his throat. His fingers grasped me at the base and tugged up, rubbing in all of his own saliva and lubing my cock in deliberate and world shaking motions. "You're going to fuck me." He stated. It was a statement as self-evident as `the sky is blue,' and, `the grass is green.' There was no room for discussion. Of course I was going to fuck him. What other option was there? Crazy. Daniel released my dick for the amount of time it took him to shake off his shoes, unbutton his jeans and wiggle them from his legs. The entire pile of clothes flew past my chest and landed in the back seat with a thump. Daniel was hard and naked from the waist down outside of his own open car door in the parking lot of our high school while my own cock pulsed pre cum onto my baseball shirt in the front seat. I tried to compute the statistical probability of this situation not being some kind of elaborate fantasy my brain had invented. Maybe I was really laying in a coma somewhere? I truly appreciated the size and muscular nature of Daniel as he climbed into the cab and closed the door behind him. His knees ground close to my thighs on the leather of the seat and his chest and abs pressed very tightly to mine so that my face was buried at the top of his hairy chest and collarbones. I kissed along his neck bones and my hands grabbed him from behind and supported his ass, lifting him onto me. He reached behind him to grab my cock in a backhanded grip. He pressed the head of my rigid member to his exposed hole, all while he looked at me. I felt my head make contact and watched his eyes flutter closed as it did. "Mmmm," he moaned and ground into me, pushing my cock forward in his grip. My fingernails dug into his hips and raked in the smooth skin and twitching muscles of his ass. He pressed back and I felt myself slide into him. "Oh fuck me...," he said, his eyes closed and head arching back to the grey fabric lined car roof. He pressed back slowly, his tight hole squeezing me tightly as he traveled down my shaft. He whimpered as more and more of me disappeared inside him. My breath caught high in my chest and I dared not release it. Daniel leaned forward to kiss me firmly. I felt him breathe in small pants as he pushed himself further down my shaft like a flag being lowered; each pant, another millimeter inside. "Jesus Christ, Yes!," he screamed as his ass finally settled on my thighs. He moved his hips in small circles, his tight chute squeezing and releasing my cock as he ground his insides into me. "Fuck, yes." His arms wound around my neck and his kiss pushed my head to the headrest, his tongue dancing over and around mine. He....undulated...on top of me, his lower body contracting and raising itself in such a way that nearly all of my cock left his hole before he slid down my stomach and hips again and pushed me back in. It was like he was fucking himself against my entire body as my cock pointed up just towards my chin. I could feel each time as my head brushed his prostate, felt his body jerk a little each pass, his kiss increase, his breath catch. I rocked myself gently upward, adjusting the angle a bit. "Oh, shit, right there, stay there." I didn't move. I used every ounce of strength Daniel had helped me work into my core to keep my hips right where they were as Daniel increased the speed of his writhing. "Oh...shit...oh,...fuck, yes. I'm close. Oh fuck, baby, I'm so close," he panted, his eyes closed tight and one hand coming to press palm down to the ceiling of the car for support against the coming storm. "Me too," I admitted breathless. "Tell me when to cum, David. Tell me when to cum," Daniel instructed, punctuating each word with a thrust back or forward from my cock. His cock hung untouched between us, the head engorged and throbbing, leaking stream after stream of nearly clear precum to settle on my shirt. "Fuck. Cum now!" I said, my balls pulling up tight. Daniel pushed his ass all the way to my thighs and clenched me tightly. I felt the cum travel the length of my shaft and my head expand as it splashed inside of Daniel. Daniel felt it too and let fly with his own response. "Fuuuck!" A jet of his cum hit me square across the face, painting me from chin to cheek to eyebrow and up into my hairline, like an extra from Braveheart. A second of his streams got my neck and chest while I pumped more of my love into his convulsing hole. I felt some of my cum leak down my shaft and travel over my sensitive balls. Well, my brand new baseball shirt was a done deal. It was covered from waist to neck in thick bands of Daniel's white cum, congealing and drying in globs. "Sorry about that," Daniel said, his ass still clenching my cock, but his breathing and voice returning to nearly normal. "Nothing to be sorry for," I said as I licked my lips, gathering some of his cum from my skin and tasting him. Daniel leaned forward and kissed the cum from my lips, the tip of his tongue pressing lightly into my skin so he could taste himself on me. "Mmm," he moaned and proceeded to lavish my face with kisses, licking and sucking me clean in the process, savoring each bit of his own cum. His hips still writhed on my cock as he did, keeping me hard inside him. I felt myself gearing up for another go, felt the urge to thrust growing. I pushed him back from me and shook my head. "Nope,...Can't do that again. Too much..." I joked. Daniel laughed and kissed me playfully. "Spoil sport." He opened the car door and vaulted from my lap like a gymnast, my cock suddenly exposed, slick and throbbing to the chill air he let flow into the formerly steamy cab. My own limbs felt weak and as if they would give out beneath me should I attempt to stand. Daniel was having none of those issues. Though he sometimes trembled and shivered as the waves of his orgasm subsided, he was sure footed and graceful as he stepped back into his discarded jeans and socks, retrieved from the pile in the back seat. I tried to catch my breath and watched him with a contented smile as he dressed himself. In short order, he was clothed again in his well fitted jeans, but he kept his shirt open and his chest and abs exposed. He leaned casually against the open driver's side door and gazed at me, still reclining against his leather seats. My cock was still slick with his juices and my own cum, but it was deflating back to normal manageable levels. "You should wear that outfit everyday. It suits you," Daniel joked. "You just want me covered in your jizz all the time, Perv," I shot back. Daniel raised his hands in mock surrender. "Guilty as charged." He leaned forward to brush a quick kiss across my lips. "Can you blame me? Just look at you." I was thankful that I couldn't. I was still a sweaty un-showered mess and my pale skin still held some noticeable heat and flush that always accompanied an outing with Daniel. And I was covered stem to stern in rapidly drying boy juice. But his compliment was well received nonetheless. I crunched forward and began the process of getting redressed when Daniel's flat palm on the center of my chest stopped me in my tracks. It was the "Soccer Mom," move we are all so familiar with, meant to protect the passenger when the driver senses danger. I halted immediately and didn't move a muscle. "Did you see that?" Daniel asked, his face turned towards the Gym Complex buildings in the shadowed distance. "See what? I didn't see anything." "Something moved over there. Stay here." With that, his hand left my chest and he jogged easily back towards the building, leaving me pants-less and covered in cum in the front seat of his open Jeep. "Daniel!" I shouted in a whisper, careful to keep my voice low in case his suspicions proved true. "Where are you going?! Daniel?!" He was well out of earshot at this point. I watched his shadowed form disappear around the building, headed towards the coaches entrance I had just locked only minutes before. I pulled up my pants and stuffed myself back into them as best I could, adjusting my cock and balls in the soft fabric of the jock. My brain was firing on all cylinders. Plans and counter plans and excuses were forming in my mind at a rapid pace, ready to shoot them off to whomever it was who may have spied Daniel and I. Daniel returned shortly, though it seemed like an hour in my near panic. Did you find anything?" I asked. "Nothing. But I swear I saw someone over there. I was so sure." Daniel was worried, and therefore, I joined him in that emotional response. "Do you think they saw us?" I asked tentatively. "I don't care if they did," Daniel said immediately, catching me off guard. I assumed he had been so concerned with the thought of a spy because it could mean the discovery of our "relationship," such that it was. It seemed that this had not been the impetus behind his tracking of the rumored intruder. "Then why go after them?" "Because I don't want you to get any shit for any of this. I can handle myself, but your life here is already hard enough as it is. You don't deserve that bull shit. I was just going to make sure whoever that was, or whatever, understood the gravity of respecting that balance." When my brain floated back down to my skull and I was able to really think again, I raised my fingers to Daniel's cheek, still searching the shadowed grounds of the gym complex, and turned his eyes to meet me. They were full of concern and a protective sheen that made my heart beat even quicker for him. I pressed my lips to his and breathed him in, breathed in the respect he had for me, the love in whatever form. For surely, his desire to protect my feelings at the expense of his own, to make sure I was treated well and that my life was not harder than it had to be, surely that was a kind of love. I drew him close to me, the electric tingle of our kiss still so new and awe inspiring. I drew onto my toes and pulled him up with me, his arms closing around the small of my back. I wanted to fall back into the car and go for round two (and three, and four) right there. But I knew reality beckoned. "What was that for?" he asked. "Not that I'm complaining." "For being you." I said in my best teenaged-cryptic romantic voice. We were close already, but there was something to be said for playing a small sexual game every now and again. Keep him guessing. Daniel laughed. "Take off that shirt before you get home. You'll need to wash it before practice tomorrow." He indicated my cum-soaked baseball uniform. I nodded. Daniel kissed me gently again. "Get home safe, okay?" he said. "Okay." I whispered, a little hazy in my head. "Text me when you get there." "I will." I gathered my things and walked to my car. I heard Daniel's engine rev beside me but he didn't move the Jeep into gear. Instead, he waited for me to pull out first and followed behind me for a few miles. Eventually, I watched his headlights turn off the highway on his exit and I continued on my way. My phone buzzed before I'd made it home. I know it's dangerous, but I suspected it was from Daniel and in my hormone induced stupidity, I answered it while driving. DANIEL: One day, you'll have to find a way to spend the night. ;) Missing you already. - D I was hard for the rest of the ride home. I had to stay in my car for a good five minutes and think of completely non-sexual things before it was safe to return inside. That task proved more difficult than I'd have imagined: when you are as wrapped up in a person as I was with Daniel, you can make just about anything track back to them, from the most mundane to the most fantastical. For the next few days Daniel and I did our best to cool down our interactions. There were still the furtive glances, the secret text messages, and stolen physical moments. But we tried to make ourselves as discreet as possible. Daniel was more than willing to keep things going as they had been to this point. He wouldn't have minded escalating them, truth be told. But he followed my lead in this. Since the possible spy had thrown a wrench into our dalliance, I found myself contemplating what I really wanted from all of this, from whatever I had with Daniel. I know, as an out gay man, I SHOULD have been seeking an open and honest relationship, a title, an acknowledgement of what we meant to each other in the eyes of our peers and friends. But, for some reason I still can't explain, I just didn't want that. The idea was somewhat repugnant to me. In my mind, "Boyfriends," and "Girlfriends," came with a bunch of social stigma that I just didn't have any desire to wade through. And because we were 18 and still in High School, there was also a never-spoken assumption that the titles were fleeting and would soon dissolve as we aged and moved away to college. The era of marrying your High School Sweetheart was long gone for the vast majority of the world. I didn't want to look back 20 years from now and think of Daniel as just my "High School Boyfriend." That didn't do him justice. Not by a long shot. I didn't want to hide myself or Daniel from anyone. Not really. But I found that I was highly protective of our relationship, jealously guarding it close to me at all costs. I didn't want that to change; the idea of it changing frightened me more than the discovery itself. I didn't want to suddenly be out in the open and have everyone know, assume, guess, ask what we did together. Not because I was ashamed of it. Quite the contrary. I wasn't afraid of their bigotry or hate. I was afraid that their judgments would distract me from what mattered most: Daniel and my growing love for him. Back in Boston, I had been keen to point out that I was okay with Daniel and his "exploration." We had moved past that. We had explored the caves we discovered together. We had staked a claim to them and they were ours. Our special place together. I didn't want to have anyone else trampling on that sacred ground. Daniel understood this. The stakes for him were equally as high, though in a different way. I wondered if he ever thought about going public, or if the possible loss of social stature put him off the idea. He seemed more than willing to continue our relationship, encouraging it at every turning point. But he still dated Amy. It was blatantly obvious in comparison that he felt little for her, certainly no where near the level of emotional availability and vulnerability he displayed with me as we lay side by side, fingers entwined. That choice was his and his alone. I wouldn't push him in it, and I loved him all the more for his not pushing me towards my own choice. The away game coming up would be the first time Daniel and I had been together away from school and home and parents since Boston. At night, I dreamed of a repeat of that magical weekend. As the days dragged by, each of them adding to my growing frustrations as Daniel and I kept our distance as much as we could, I had something to look forward to. The fact that this something was a Sports Event is entirely beside the point.