Date: Wed, 25 Feb 2015 23:16:57 -0500
From: David-Aidan Mackey <damackeynyc@gmail.com>
Subject: Speech, Debate, Sex and More: Part 9: Spectator Sports

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Spectator Sports

By D. A. Mackey



	My recently begun tenure as the Varsity Baseball Team Manager had
begun to normalize. I found myself increasingly at ease amongst my
athletically gifted fellow students, and was even able to tear my eyes from
their assorted dicks and asses as they showered. It only took me three days
of conscious training before I was able to pass the showers WITHOUT popping
a boner. I was proud of that fact as an 18 year old gay man. I challenge
any one of that age and sexual proclivities to do better.

	Wednesday arrived and I faced my first real challenge: I had to
miss a day of school for an away game.

	Don't judge me too harshly for this. Remember that I was a child
raised by a teacher and with an above average IQ and intelligence. I had
panic attacks over A minuses. The B+ in Spanish was abhorrent. My mother
had framed and kept every single one of my "Perfect Attendance"
certificates from Kindergarten through 11th Grade.  I had cried so hard one
morning in the 5th grade that my mother had taken me to school with a
hazmat face mask on despite a 103 degree fever and the inability to keep
anything heavier than water in my stomach.

	I was THAT devoted.

	So missing a day of school for a SPORTS EVENT was like asking
DaVinci to paint over the Mona Lisa and draw a smiley face.  My heart was
racing out of my chest.

	But I had the permission slip in hand. My mother had literally
paced the kitchen floor and wrung her hands for a good twenty minutes,
muttering to herself about "teenaged boys," and "part of growing up,"
"empty nest" etc. She'd finally signed the thing and handed it back. I
swear there were tears in her eyes when she did. Which only added to my
guilt. Disappointing Mamma is the worst thing in the world.

	Thus, I found myself in the Senior parking lot at my usual time,
dressed as I usually would be for any school day, the first bell just
moments from ringing. My legs physically ached to run towards my first
class so I wouldn't be late. But the large white vans I'd spent the past 30
minutes packing with all the necessary gear and luggage beckoned.

	"Damn, Nerd," Ian said behind me, his massive hand crushing my
shoulder in his grip and making me wince. "You'd think you'd never missed a
day of school before."

	"I haven't, you big ass mountain." I tried in vain to use my weak
fingers to pry just one of his digits from my shoulder.

	"Sorry."

	He released me. I rubbed the sore spot.  I was getting bigger and
more muscular since Daniel had started working out with me, but Ian was
still light years ahead of me. He may even have been a few light years
ahead of Daniel.

	"Sometimes I forget my strength."

	"Sure you do," I chided. "That's why I catch you flexing every
muscle in your body before you head to the diamond?"

	His booming bass voice chuckled at me. He drew himself up and
flexed his massive arms, barely held beneath his green Abercrombie&Fitch
t-shirt.  He struck a classic body building pose.

	"Don't tell me you don't like looking, dude." He winked at me.

	"Don't flatter yourself, Jock." I shot back and looked down at the
clipboard in my hands.

	Thankfully, he dropped the subject and piled into the lead van. I
checked off his name and adjusted my suddenly very restrictive collar.  A
few deep breaths and I was able to control the swelling cock in my jeans as
well.

	So sue me. An eighteen year old gay boy turned on by massive
muscles. Shock of all shocks. Stop the presses!

	The first bell rang and the rest of the team piled inside the two
vans.  I was majorly nervous, but I followed suit and did my best to calm
my nerves. I slid into the front row of the lead van, Ian's massive bulk in
the row just behind me.  Daniel plopped himself down beside me and squeezed
in close, his thigh pressed into mine.

	It took everything I had not to react. Outwardly. Inside, the
thought of school was banished and I imagined my hands sliding between his
slightly spread thighs and gliding up to his package. I wondered what the
rest of the team would say if I suddenly decided to fuck it all and take
Daniel's uncut cock in my mouth for the entirety of the three and a half
hour drive to the away game.

	Dangerous thoughts.

	Erection inducing thoughts.

	I covered my lap with my clipboard and stared out the window as I
got further and further away from the place I was legally obligated to be
attending, and closer and closer to a hotel in Fayetteville.

	When the vans pulled into the Hotel some time later, I was a little
taken aback at the level of accommodation to which the Baseball team was
apparently accustomed.

	It was a fancy, tall building with a fountain out front and a
drive-up covered walk way replete with doorman and bellhops. My teammates
took little notice as they grabbed their luggage and headed into the lobby.
Coach B handed out the room keys for everyone. I did my best to insert
myself into the trash talking and chit-chat that the guys were engaged in
as we headed to our rooms, doing my best not to gawk open-mouthed at the
elegance of the place.

	My room was at the end of the long hallway on the fifth floor. The
rest of the team took up the entire wing of that floor, with Coach B's room
being the closest to the central elevator. Daniel's room was right across
the hall from me, his door facing my own.

	My room was spacious and could have easily housed four men
comfortably on the massive king sized bed. I had never slept on a bed so
large. Queen sized was as big as I'd ever gone. The television rivaled the
massive one I'd seen in Daniel's house and was certainly far bigger than
anything found in my house.  The room was all done up in shades of gold and
bronze and beige. It still looked like a hotel room in its layout, but just
taken up a notch.

	I was half expecting a knock at my door and Daniel to come marching
in. This was the first time we had been in a hotel together since our first
nights in Boston, months ago now.

	But the knock never came.

	Truth to tell, I was a little disappointed, but I understood. I had
been the one to suggest a cooling down for a bit. I couldn't expect him to
make advances as public as coming to my room alone. Not without direct
instructions from me to do so. Not after the possible spy.

	I dressed in my baseball uniform and made sure I was calm and
composed before I headed back to the lobby to meet the rest of the team.

	The game passed in a blur and we won in extra innings. The guys
seemed happy enough with that, though Coach B promised a pep talk of epic
proportions when we returned home the next afternoon. Apparently, they
should have won the game handily by the 5th inning. I still had a lot to
learn about the sport. I'd missed that "teaching opportunity" as Coach B
liked to call it. But I had caught the whole game on film as instructed.

	I wouldn't admit as much, but I was actually coming to enjoy the
sport. A little.  More so, I was enjoying being part of a team for the
first time in my life. I'd been a loner for so long that I'd always just
assumed that that was how I was built. Turns out, I could rather enjoy the
company of others in the right situations.

	I was just folding my uniform and returning it to my suitcase when
there was a knock at my door.

	My first thought was to clothe myself.

	I stood stark naked in my room, my soft cock bumping against my
pale thighs. I had picked out an outfit for the rest of the night, but had
yet to change into it. I headed to the door to answer it.

	It was only in the last seconds that my senses came back to
me. What if it WASN'T Daniel who waited patiently in the hallway? What if
it was the Coach? How would it look to answer the door with my flaccid cock
flapping in the breeze. I opened the door and did my best to hide my
nakedness behind it, sticking my head around to peer into the hallway.

	"Why, hello there stranger," Daniel chimed from the hallway. "Fancy
some company?"

	My hand shot out and grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him
into the room, shutting the door behind me in the process. I pressed my
naked back and ass into the cold wood of the door and locked it behind me.

	"I might have to insist that you greet me like this every time from
now on, babe," Daniel said as he took in my nakedness.

	He looked...hungry.

	"Don't get too used to it, jock boy," I said. "You caught me off
guard and in a moment of weakness."

	"I make you weak, huh?" He took a step towards me.

	"Don't push it." I said and closed the distance between us.

	Daniel's arm reached for my exposed hip and pulled me towards
him. My cock pressed into the front of his jeans and my breath caught a
bit. My hands rested palms down on his pecs, feeling them rise and fall
beneath his plain black t-shirt. Daniel's eyes looked down between us, at
the non-existent space between our two bodies. His hands cupped my ass and
squeezed gently.

	"Mmmm. That's more like it." He kneaded my ass cheeks and I moaned
lightly, breathily. "I've missed you, you know."

	His voice was sadder than I expected. My heart melted a bit and I
eased into his embrace further.

	"I know. I missed you too," I admitted in a low whisper. His
fingers gripping my flesh made even that much volume a difficulty.

	"The van ride was hell. You were so close and I couldn't touch
you."

	His hand traveled to the small of my back, his finger tips walking
slowly up my spine. My flesh broke out in goose bumps and I struggled to
keep my senses.

	"I wanted to,...oh, god."

	His hands were on my shoulder blades, elbows at my side, pressing
my chest into his, his head coming to rest on my right shoulder, his
fingers digging into my back with his usual strength, now peppered with
loss and sadness and a deep sense of want.

	His lips gently pressed into the sensitive skin of my neck, his
stubble tickling me, my head falling to the side to give him easier
access. I wound my fingers through his dark black hair and urged him
on. Higher up my neck he traveled until I felt the sharp bite of his
perfect teeth on my earlobe. My cock was already at full mast and pressed
between us and I felt his own throb in his jeans, aching to meet mine.

	I pulled on his hair and opened up a space between us for a moment,
only just long enough to kiss him fully on the mouth, to probe him with my
tongue and feel our mutual passions explode on contact, as they always did
now. Our tongues danced and fought for position, we stumbled about the room
and finally landed with him on top of me, pressing my whole body to the
mattress.

	"Stop. Stop for a minute," Daniel groaned as my hands searched for
the button of his jeans, pressed between us.

	He levered himself up and stood between my legs. My cock pointed
straight up, my balls tingling with the need to release.

	"What's wrong?" I asked, a little hurt. This was the first time
Daniel had halted anything we had done. I felt the panic start to rise in
my stomach.

	"Nothing. God, nothing. Just look at you!"

	I flushed a little at his compliment. I was getting used to be
treated like I was something special, something more than how I saw myself,
but I wasn't all the way there just yet.

	"Then what?"

	"Trust me, I could easily stay in here with you for the rest of the
night and do horrible, ungodly, nasty, wonderful things with you and to
you."

	"So why don't you?" I teased him a bit and stroked my long hard
cock slowly for his benefit. He groaned and rolled his eyes.

	"I want to! But I came over here to invite you to hang out with the
guys. Then you answered the door like...well like THAT...and I kinda lost
my train of thought."

	He seemed genuinely embarrassed at that fact. I thought it was
incredibly sweet.

	"You...you want me to hang out with the rest of the team?" I asked
tentatively.

	"Only if you want to," Daniel began. "They actually asked where you
were, mentioned they hadn't seen you since the game."

	"They asked about ME?" My mind reeled.

	"Of course. You're a team member now."

	I had never been included, at least not to my knowledge, in
anyone's plans of "hanging out." I had friends of my own, yes, but they
were more acquaintances from extra curricular endeavors. I had never
expected to be included in any of their personal socializing. I wasn't sure
how to react to the new prospect.

	Daniel sensed my hesitation. My body must have betrayed me. My dick
was rapidly deflating as the possible outcomes ran through my mind, even
Daniel's sexual magnetism falling prey to this larger fearscape.

	"I'm...I'm not sure that's a good idea," I whispered finally.

	"It's up to you, babe." Daniel said as he sat on the end of the bed
beside me. "You don't have to go if you don't want to. But I don't want you
to not come because you are afraid or something."

	As usual, Daniel was astute in all things David. I stayed silent
and mulled over his offer and his accurate grasp of why I didn't want to
venture into uncharted waters.

	"It's still weird for me, ya know?" I said under my breath, half to
myself and half for Daniel's benefit, hoping somewhere deep inside that he
would ease my fears.

	Daniel flopped himself down beside me on the bed, both of our feet
hanging off the end, our thighs and backs side by side. He turned his face
to gaze at me and I instinctually turned to meet his gaze.

	"I'll protect you, you know. You don't have to worry about
anything. I'll be there the whole time. I promise."

	I closed my eyes and let his words wash over me for a bit. "I'll
protect you." I decided that if Daniel was willing to be my protector
against his own teammates and friends, then the least I could do was man-up
and present myself.  I sighed a deep sigh and resigned myself to the fact
that I was about to willingly spend some social time with a bevy of
athletes.  Again, I was in bizzaro land; but when in Rome, as the old
saying goes.

	"Alright," I said quietly.

	"You'll come?"

	I nodded.

	Daniel clapped his hands in boyish excitement. It was highly out of
character for him, but I enjoyed watching a well-muscled hairy man like
Daniel enter into a little giddy display of glee. I couldn't help but
giggle along with him.  He grabbed my hands and pulled me up from the bed.

	"Come on then, get dressed," he said, his open palm slapping the
bare skin of my ass with a loud smack.

	"If you do that again, I can promise you we won't be leaving this
room for hours yet," I teased as I rubbed the spot where he'd spanked
me. It tingled and spread through my whole body in a slow wave; I began to
doubt my decision to leave the room when my body obviously wanted to stay
here and play with Daniel.

	Daniel tossed me a shirt he found in my suitcase and, my body's
yearnings aside, we were soon both dressed, the room locked and left behind
us and headed down the hall.

	The rest of the team, or most of them, were gathered in Paul's
room, four doors down from my own on the same side of the hallway. Coach
B's room was only two doors further down, but no one seemed to pay any mind
to his physical nearness. Daniel pushed open the door, held ajar by the
flipped hotel lock blocking it from closing all the way and entered before
me.

	If you've never entered a room full of straight men as the only
openly gay person, I recommend bringing something on which to lean.

	I was assaulted first and foremost by the absolute STENCH of body
spray. There seemed to be an actual cloud of the stuff that hung around the
ceiling, as if the boys had been smoking stogies before I entered and the
smoke still ringed the room. I actually gagged it was so strong.

	"Jesus Christ, boys!" I said, waving my hand in front of my nose
dramatically, "Body spray is nice every now and then, but do you have to
BATHE in the stuff?"

	That comment was met and returned with a masculine roar of "DAVID!"
followed by laughter and back slapping and shit talking all at the same
time.

	I tried to keep up with who was saying what to whom and about what,
but it was a lost cause. I resigned myself to smiling at the good-natured
crew and pushed more fully into the room.

	The ice, it seemed, was well and truly broken.

	Daniel's reassuring hand on the small of my back was a source of
strength, and unless I missed my guess, a small amount of pride: pride at
my apparent ease with his friends and at his friend's ease with me.  I
shouldered my armor, my wit and smarts, and waded into the fray. Once more
into the breech!

	The ongoing card game I walked into, clouded in a never ending
flume of body spray and pheromones, was pushing my arithmetic skills to
their absolute limit.

	As a self-proclaimed nerd, I enjoyed the near constant
gratification of being the smartest person in any given room. I took pride
in the fact, reveled in it a bit. If I couldn't be popular or well liked,
at least I was intelligent and well spoken. All of that was reduced to a
pile of ashes when I sat down on the edge of Paul's own king-sized bed and
was dealt into the next round.

	Poker.

	Of course.

	Why wouldn't they be playing poker, with its intricate rules and
regulations and total reliance on chance and a skill set which I lacked?

	My only solace was in the fact that the game was Strip Poker.
Because of my still overwhelming feeling of awe and being out of my depth,
I hadn't really noticed the rest of the team when I'd first entered.

	Paul sat in one of the two chairs around a small circular
utilitarian table. At well over six feet of lanky lean muscle and bone, he
was already entirely shirtless. His pink nipples stood out plainly on his
narrow chest, erect and pointing out dramatically. He still wore his white
socks and a pair of white boxers. As was his way, Paul sat hunched in on
himself, his elbows on his knees as he surveyed his card. He always tried
to minimize his height and draw himself down to the level of average men.

	"Give me two," he said after a protracted silence, tossing his
decided discards onto the corner of the bed where the dealer, a fellow
Senior named Gordon dominated the space. Gordon handed him his two cards
and Paul's face screwed up into a very obvious mask of displeasure. He
folded immediately.

	I tried my best not to stare, but the task was damned near
impossible. Everywhere I turned my gaze, naked man flesh stared back at me.
The most difficult to ignore, as usual was Ian.

	A God among men, he may have been, but his complete nudity spoke
volumes about his abilities at this particular game.

	He stood off to my left, near the wall, looking down on all of his
clothed teammates as he shuffled his current hand around. His abs pushed
forward and rolled gently into his well defined adonis plate. His shaved
cock was still limp, but every now and then he would reach down, distracted
in thought and strategy, and plump his cock and balls with one hand.

	Daniel caught my eyes widening when I noticed it the first time. I
blushed scarlet when he winked at me and nodded his head in Ian's direction
with a sultry lick of his lips.

	"Man, fuck this. I'm bored already," Ian bellowed as he tossed his
five cards towards Gordon, throwing his massive back muscles into the wall
and leaning against it casually. Well, as casually as one can when one is
also completely naked and built to shame a marble statue, even at 18.

	The other guys began to make sounds of approval, low grumblings
that were too tentative to make a choice but showing their willingness to
follow the group.  These grunts and grumbles resounded for a bit as I
stared wide-eyed at them all.  I noticed that those who grumbled the
loudest and looked around at their teammates with the most questioning eyes
were also those who wore the least amount of clothing.

	Sour grapes and sore losers, I thought.  And why is no one actually
doing anything to take control of the situation? Why aren't they changing
tactics and activities if they are all apparently so bored.  It was like
watching animals in a zoo: I could only hypothesize as to what they were
thinking, if anything.

	"Can I put something more interesting on the TV?" came a lone true
voice, rising up above the wordless grunts of his companions.

	It was Daniel. I don't know why I expected it to be anyone else.

	The grumbles and grunts got louder and Daniel reached for the
remote and flipped on the television.  Apparently, that was the Jock
vocalization for yes. I made a mental note of it.

	All eyes turned towards the TV. Long lanky limbs and muscled torsos
began to relax and find comfortable positions, the card game already fading
to a distant memory. My own spine was rod straight and I sat with my eyes
fixed firmly on the screen. As ruler of the remote, Alpha Male, Daniel
moved to the end of the bed and sat beside me.

	He was a good foot away from me, our hips nowhere close to touching
on the massive mattress. But he spread his legs so wide that his left knee
touched my own. I felt the shock of the contact rocket up my spine and
loosen my posture without conscious effort. He kept his knees pressed into
mine as I placed my palms on the bed behind me and leaned back against my
straight arms. I ached to scoot closer to him, or even to just gaze at
him. I contented myself with a quick reflection of his features in the TV
screen whenever the light was just right.

	"Dude, go up to the 200's," Gordon asked from his corner of the
bed. His voice always took me aback. He was a transplant from Massachusetts
so he lacked the accustomed Southern drawl. In addition to that uniqueness,
he also had the distinct disadvantage of ALWAYS sounding stoned out of his
gourd.  Even when he delivered well thought out answers in class, correct
answers even, he came off sounding like something from a bad Bill and Ted
impression.

	"You gonna pay for that?" Daniel asked.

	"Fuck yeah, I'll pay for it. Got the Platinum Amex for the night,"
Gordon answered.

	I chalked the exchange up to typical straight male banter and
resigned myself to never really understanding it. Daniel glanced at the
remote and pressed the necessary buttons....and it was all suddenly
abundantly clear.

	A very blonde woman with very large breasts that looked to be
painfully inflated to their maximum capacity was being fucked from behind
by a rather out of shape man who leaked sweat from every pore, including
but certainly not limited to those on his nearly bald head. The noises she
was making indicated that she was enjoying the treatment, though how that
is possible is beyond me. I'd never heard such sounds escape a human being
before!

	Someone get her an oxygen mask, this woman is OBVIOUSLY
hyperventilating! Why is no one doing anything!? Help the poor thing!

	"Oh, SHIT yeah! That's more like it," Gordon mumbled, only half
intelligibly.

	I gazed around the room and saw the glassy-eyed stares of my
classmates. Paul's mouth hung slightly ajar, making him appear more than a
little slow. Ian still leaned against the wall, his eyes also vacant to me
but his right hand now groped and tugged constantly on his expanding
cock. The veins in his plate and around his shaft were becoming visible.

	Everywhere I turned, clouded blue eyes, vacant green eyes, hazy
brown eyes, all stared towards the TV. It was as if I ceased to exist. I
was used to being ignored, but not ever in such close quarters. Finally, I
turned to look at Daniel...

	And found his soft brown and gold eyes staring right at me. He
smiled his half smile at my confusion and placed one hand on my knees,
squeezing gently. I wasn't quite sure what to make of it. Was he making
sure I was okay? Telling me I'd passed some kind of milestone? Reassuring
me? Scolding me? Seducing me?

	"Mmmm, fuck," Ian groaned from behind me.

	I turned and saw that his head was pressed back to the wall he
leaned on, his eyes closed. One hand was stroking his not too shabby cock,
now slick with his own clear wetness, the other crossed over his chest as
he played with the massive mounds of muscle piled there, flicking lightly
at his nipple.

	Did he not realize that there were other people still in the room?!
What was he doing!?

	Daniel squeezed my knee again and his hand traveled a few inches up
my thigh.

	"Well if he's doing it..." Gordon chirped from beside me. In a
flash he was on his feet and his hands were undoing his belt buckle,
pushing his jeans and blue plaid boxers to the floor. I was suddenly
staring directly at his pale and slightly freckled ass as he clenched his
muscles. When he turned a bit to re-seat himself, I got a dead on view of
his unkempt chestnut brown bush and floppy cock. He had a dark freckle that
stood out on the pinkish paleness of his shaft like a beauty mark.

	My cock started to swell for real. I didn't know wether to run from
the room, hide my growing cock, or let Daniel's hand continue it's slow
progression up my thigh towards my now aching prick.

	"Are you sure you're cool with this," Daniel asked me, his hand
giving my thigh one final squeeze before he removed it back to his lap.

	"Huh?" I asked, still stunned at the situation I'd found myself
in. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."

	"Shit, dude. I didn't even think about that," Gordon started, his
fingers now firmly around his semi-hard cock. Even as he spoke and made his
concern for me known, his hormones were in full control of his cock and
right hand.

	"Do you want us to turn it off? If it bothers you or something..."

	While the porn itself was laughable to me, the thought of the guys
turning it off because they feared it might make ME uncomfortable was
unfathomable. And something I had to put a stop to immediately. Whatever
tenuous truce had been reached between this pride of athletes and a lone
nerd was not strong enough to withstand my putting an end to their pleasure
games.

	"No!" I said, a little more loudly than I'd intended. In my rising
panic I looked around the room to gauge their response. Every eye was glued
on me now, though a few still flicked back to the poor woman dying from
lack of oxygen on the screen as her floatation devices were jiggled around
to the point of imminent popping. Though I tried to stare into their eyes,
the sheer range of exposed and hard cocks was staggering. Even those of the
guys who still remained fully clothed were sporting obvious tents in the
fronts of their trousers.

	My hole twitched and my mouth watered as I struggled with my baser
instincts.

	"Don't worry about me, guys," I said quieter than I
intended. "Right now, you could watch just about anything and I couldn't
care less. My porn is live action at the moment. I win no matter what you
watch."

	Before the words had left my mouth, I wished I'd had them
back. Silence greeted me for a second that seemed to stretch on for
months. It was poor Tall Paul who rescued me.

	"Shit!" he laughed, finally leaning back in his chair, his long
torso making an S curve. His boxers tented visibly and I could see a small
wet spot near the button fly. I knew from the showers that his pole matched
his body, long and thin just like him. "Oh fuck dude, that's hilarious!"

	The rest of the guys followed suit in short order. While I would
never truly understand the hive mind communication of my straight friends,
I took comfort when it seemed to work in my favor.

	Just like that, the mood in the room eased back to one of silent
camaraderie as more and more zippers were opened and cocks found their
places in their owner's hands. Daniel squeezed my thigh again quickly and I
glanced at him. He favored me with a smile and then ruffled my hair. It
should have been insulting, but at the time, I blushed and silently thanked
him for his support and genuine joy at my acceptance.

	His gaze traveled to my crotch and took in my arousal. When he
looked back, that familiar hunger was in his eyes and I wondered how long
he could hold it at bay, and how long I could before my own urges became
too pressing to avoid any longer.

	It had been months since I hadn't been the one to forcibly remove
Daniel's clothing from his body when we were together. My fingers ached to
do the job for him as he undid the button on his pants and pushed them to
his thighs.

	His uncut cock bounced free, plopping onto his stomach and leaving
a small wet spot on his t-shirt. I had to sit on my hand to keep from
grabbing it right there. Force of habit.

	I kept my hands firmly under my ass as I watched him slowly jerk
himself. His eyes remained closed and he didn't seem to be paying attention
to the movie.

	I wondered if he was thinking of my mouth sliding down his shaft,
resting near his balls. Or remembering what it felt like when his glorious
uncut cock was shoved deep inside me, clenched in my muscled hole and
coating me with his seed.

	I hoped so.

	Behind me, beside me, in front of me, to my left and to my right,
the wet warm sounds of a crew of guys jerking their cocks flooded in around
me. My cock throbbed in my jeans, bounced and pressed against the fabric
with each heartbeat, making me physically uncomfortable to match my social
discomfort.

	"Take yours out if you want, Nerd." Daniel said from my right
shoulder.

	My neck snapped around to stare at him with my eyes as wide as tea
cups.

	I was simply planning on waiting this out until it came to a
natural conclusion. That seemed safest, right? Whatever that natural
conclusion was, I didn't know. Now Daniel's deep brown eyes stared at me,
alight with wickedness at his suggestion and its possible implications.

	"I don't have to...," I whispered, obviously
uncomfortable. Daniel's eyes grew ever more mischievous. I wanted to pounce
on him right there, but thought better of it.

	"Go head," Ian said from the wall. When I looked, his eyes were
locked on me, but his gentle strokes, the twisting and pulling on his shaft
and nipples never slowed.

	"Come on, it's fine," Paul offered from his chair. His long thin
cock pointed up through the fly of his boxers now, his larger head clearly
defined and growing to an almost angry shade of red.

	I turned back to Daniel and was met with only his eager eyes and a
smile that only I truly knew the meaning of.

	I stood up and found that my legs where much stronger than I
expected they might be in this uncommon situation. I fumbled with the
button of my jeans for only a moment before it gave way and I pushed my
jeans to my ankles with a quick movement.

	My cock swung out in front of me, fully hard and bouncing before
me.

	I had never been exposed in front of so many eyes before, not so
openly. Even in the middle school showers, I had hidden myself in the
corner shower and faced the wall as much as humanly possible. Now, my thick
pole gleamed in the open air for all to see.

	"Jesus Christ!" Gordon grunted from beside me.

	My initial response was to cover myself as best I could, but I
resisted the urge and sat back on the bed, leaning back on my elbows, my
cock pointing towards my face and leaking a clear drop of precum onto my
shirt, my balls pooling between my opened thighs.

	"No fucking way," Ian said, his voice growing nearer.

	He came to stand between me and the TV screen his hands finally
leaving his nipple and cock and coming to rest on his hips. His rigid cock
pulsed before me.

 	I'm a gay man. My cock jumped when I saw him, all muscle and sinew,
his hairless dick just inches from me.

	My hand came forward of its own accord. At first, I was scared I
would find it wrapped around Ian's prick, but luckily I felt the familiar
warmth as I grabbed my own member instead.

	Thank you, God!

	I tugged slowly towards my chest, squeezing out a drop of precum as
I did.

	"I've never seen one so big before," Ian commented in a daze. He
glanced at Daniel.

	"Not unless it's in porn," Paul squeaked, his voice cracking a
bit. His fingers were gripped tightly around his thin shaft and he worked
himself up and down at a decent pace, his thick cock head rim stopping his
hand on the upstroke, his low hanging balls bouncing on the downward.

	"Jesus Christ," Gordon repeated, apparently too stunned to come up
with something new to add to the conversation.

	I rubbed my thumb across my slit and worked my precum into my cock
head, helping to lube it up a bit. I turned my head to stare towards Daniel
and found that his eyes were locked on my cock and his mouth hung open, the
pink tip of his tongue just peeking from between his white teeth. I watched
the muscles in his shoulder and chest expand and contract as he jerked his
own prick even faster than Paul. If he wasn't careful he was going to cum
soon.

	But watching "My Daniel" as he looked at my dick spurred me
forward. I closed my eyes and thought about the feel of his mouth on my
cock in the front seat of his Jeep. I pictured his full lips as they
engulfed me, resting on my pubes, his eyes starring up my abs and chest,
seeking proof of his abilities. I could just feel his tight ass hole as it
opened around my shaft and squeezed me inside him, just make out his eyes
fluttering closed as another inch of my thick shaft split him open and
filled him.  Whenever my imagination and memory failed me, I just had to
open my eyes and there was the real deal, watching me, his eyes doing what
his hands, mouth, and ass could not.

	I was on fire with the newness of it. In my brain I was fucking
him, buried inside of him. I could FEEL it in my body. Though no one
touched me, no one other than my own hand, I felt like everyone was
watching me as I made love to Daniel, that everyone finally could see what
I saw, feel for him what I felt, and maybe know the real me a little better
in the process. The fact that all of this was in my head just made it all
the more alluring.

	Ian broke my fantasy.

	"Dude, I don't mean this to sound gay or anything, not that there's
anything wrong with that," he started, his big open eyes seeking absolution
from my diminutive little body, "but, dude...can I touch it?"

	Daniel stopped jerking his dick. His hand was motionless about
halfway down a thrust. He stared at Ian with a look of open fury painted on
his features. While I was all about having two muscled men come to blows
over little ole' me, (who wouldn't be?) now was not the time.

	I cleared my throat, hoping it would get Daniel's
attention. Thankfully it did.  Everyone was looking at me now. Again. It
was my turn to be the animal in the zoo. If I said no, even if it was
because I didn't want to upset Daniel, it could ruin the bonding moment I
was just coming to enjoy. So I looked directly at Daniel, held his gaze in
mine and softened my expression as much as I could.

	I nodded.

	Ian's hands were rough, much rougher than Daniel's or my own, and
there was an inherent strength to his grip that was both welcomed and
novel.

	"Fuck, I can barely get my fingers around it!" he exclaimed, a bit
too joyfully for my mind to characterize him as entirely straight from that
point on.

	He jerked me slowly, my body reacting on impulse, shuddering
slightly when his grip twisted and he pressed his thick thumb into the
sensitive skin under my cock head.  I leaked another stream of precum and
Ian immediately used it to further lube me up.

	"Dude, girls would KILL to get at this," Ian said, his eyes still
glued on my cock in his hand. "It's harder than a fuckin' rock."

	He slapped my cock into his open palm a few times, the wet slapping
noises and jolt of pressure making me moan a bit. My eyes fluttered and
Daniel's face hazed a bit in front of me.  Ian's bulk was leaning over me,
just a few inches from my lounging torso. I watched his arms flex as he
worked me over and over, his eyes taking on a gleam of that hunger I loved
so much when I saw it in Daniel. His abs were outlined clearly before me,
and his shaved cock still arched in front of him, even bent over as he was.

	When his manipulations had pushed me to a new level of pleasure, I
felt my arm coming forward and in an instant, my fingers were wrapped
tightly around Ian's slick cock.

	His whole body convulsed in front of me and his grip tightened on
my cock till it was almost painful. His eyes closed and his mouth hung
open, his breath caught in his massive chest.

	I must admit, it was gratifying that my mere touch could reduce
someone so obviously strong and huge to such a state. I eased a bit and
twisted my grip on his cock, using my favorite underhand motion.

	"I...oh, fuck...that's intense...," Ian mumbled.

	To his credit, he didn't stop his jerking on my tool. In fact, he
picked up the speed. I matched his pace. The rest of the room stared in
awe, though I only noticed them peripherally. My attention was split
between the new cock I held in my hand and the beautiful boy who sat beside
me.

	I looked to Daniel as I jerked Ian's dick and hoped I wouldn't find
anger, hurt, or betrayal there.  His eyes seemed distant at first, as if he
was still processing things in the back of his mind. But as I watched, as I
jerked Ian closer and closer to release, as my own cock swelled to my full
hardness and maximum length, the dancing light returned to their brown
pools.

	When he licked his lips and winked at me, I knew I was in the
clear.


	I wasn't sure how far I could or should push this new limit I'd
just set with Daniel. Ian did nothing to help the situation.

	Before long, as I worked him faster and faster in my grip, he rose
from his bending position and drew up to his full height, pushing his hips
and twitching prick towards my hand. In my haste to please him, I had
pushed him to a limit where he was unable to maintain any ability to return
the favor. I had to sit up straight to accommodate his new position. He may
have given up trying to get me off, but I wasn't finished quite yet.

	"Fuck me, dude....sign me up!" Ian moaned again to a round of half
hearted chuckles. The sounds of my teammates returning their grips to their
own cocks got louder again, the porn on the TV forgotten in favor of the
live and in color hand job just inches away.

	Survival of the fittest, you poor blonde hyperventilation victim.

	Suddenly, I felt a hand on the small of my back, pressing ever so
gently into me. The fingers dug in a bit and I understood. I didn't need to
look to Daniel to know that it came from him. And I didn't need to ask him
to catch his drift.

	I pulled on Ian's cock in my grasp. It was average length and
looked smaller on his massive frame, but it was still a handy tool to
maneuver the large man where I needed him to be. I pulled him closer and
spread my legs apart so that he came to stand between them.

	I didn't ask his permission.

	I didn't think.

	I opened my mouth and dove down onto his cock in a single gulp. His
cock entered my throat with ease, less of a task than with Daniel, and my
tongue flew around his shaft and flicked at his slit.

	If his fingers had seemed strong when they grabbed my mast, they
were iron and steel when he grabbed at my blonde hair and shoved his cock
as far as it would go down my throat with a bellow like a beast.

	"Oh fuck!" one of the guys moaned. I wasn't sure who it was. Hell,
I wasn't even all that certain WHERE I was, considering all I could see was
the smooth sun-kissed skin of Ian as his cock bounced in my throat, just as
rigid inside me as the rest of his body appeared.

	"That is hot as fuck. Dude, what's it feel like?"

	Since my mouth was currently occupied with Jock Cock, I made the
assumption that the voice was not speaking to me. For my part, it felt
great to have his cock so far down my gullet, to feel his abs contract and
expand against my nose, the warm heat of his smooth skin and the faint oder
of suntan lotion still lingering on him.

	"Dude, no girl has ever done it like that...ahhh...shit, yes."

	I decided to show Ian how truly unnecessary a girl was. Well, not
entirely, but you catch my meaning.  My arms came forward to grab at his
ass cheeks. I had never felt something so hard beneath my palms! Daniel had
a gorgeous ass, but even his muscled-bubble butt had a little bounce to
it. Grabbing on to Ian was like gabbing on to two perfectly smooth
boulders. He clenched his muscles beneath my touch and I bobbed contentedly
on his prick in response. I tasted the salty sweetness of his precum as he
started to leak into my mouth. I let it linger on my tongue, waiting to
swallow until I'd earned my reward in truth.

	I used my feeble grip on his ass to encourage him to thrust. I
opened my throat and readied myself. I gazed up at him, over the mounds of
his abs and the massive pecs. I could just make out his lust filled eyes
over all his bulk. I nodded as best I could with his cock filling me.

	He pulled his dick back a little from my mouth and then shoved it
back in without warning. I was ready for it, but I gratified is masculine
dominance with a whimper. All for his benefit, I assure you...

	As I readied myself for his next assault, my hands found his chest
muscles and I squeezed hard, my fingers raking small red lines in his
flesh. He growled at me and shoved himself back in, my lips slamming into
his pelvis. His growls grew, coming from deep in his chest, the other
spectators forgotten for the time being.

	At least to Ian.

	To the spectators themselves, the scene proved too much of an
attention grabber to ignore. As I looked over Ian's mountains of muscles, I
could just see the outlines of the rest of the team as they rearranged
themselves in a semi circle behind him, gaining a better view of my oral
work on their buddy.  I could still sense Daniel beside me. I could feel
his fingers on the small of my back, urging me on.

	Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I was thankful that he gave his
tacit permission with the gesture. Somewhere further back, I marveled at
the fact that I NEEDED that permission.

	I moaned around Ian's cock and squeezed his chest in my grip. I
began to match his thrusting with bobs of my own, pressing myself onto him
for all I was worth. I dared not touch my own throbbing cock, though I was
vaguely aware of the precum leaking to my pants pooled around my ankles. I
imagined what it must be like to have Ian's rock hard cock, as average
though it appeared, being pounded into my twitching hole, the full power of
his muscles and bulk used to fuck me into complete and total submission.

It was an...effective...fantasy.

	I could feel Ian's release as it approached, and not just from the
volume of his grunts and growls, though they were increasing.

	"Shit, David....fuck you're gonna make me blow, dude," Ian almost
whined, his hands leaving my hair and pressed into his temples, as if he
was unsure what to do with them as he climbed towards explosion. He'd come
this far, but he hadn't thought through the entire situation to it's
intended and logical conclusion.  I pulled off of his cock and removed one
hand from my exploration of his massive chest to grab his saliva slicked
shaft and hold his cock head to my outstretched tongue. I looked up at
him. I didn't say a word, hoping that my eyes would be all that he would
need.

	I found one erect nipple, standing like Everest on the mountain
range that was his torso. I pinched it hard between my thumb and
forefinger.

	"Ahhh shit!"

	Ian's cock expanded in my grip. I felt the cum travel past my
fingers on his shaft and aimed his slit directly into my open and eager
mouth. The first shot hit true and coated my tongue with his seed. He
wasn't a shooter, not to the level of Daniel or myself, and his next three
spurts pooled on my tongue, their whiteness standing in stark contrast to
my pink tongue and slightly swollen lips.

	I closed my mouth over him and swallowed him down. He was warm and
tasted like metal and salt, sea and earth. Where Daniel was a sweet mixture
of manliness and spring, Ian's seed was like Ian: hard and masculine in the
extreme, full of energy and vitality. I drank him down eagerly and
swallowed the load he had given me.

	I sucked his twitching cock and laughed to my self while I watched
his tree-trunk thighs tremble when my tongue found his super-sensitive
head. I licked and kissed his prick clean, always glancing up, making sure
he saw my eyes.

	I wanted him to always remember WHO had made him weak in the knees,
and never forget it had been a man. It wasn't until I had taken everything
he had to give me that I remembered we were far from alone in the room.

	While Ian's taste faded from my mouth and my sex-clouded brain
settled back into my skull, the silence of my classmates became
daunting. Panic started to bubble up from my stomach and my fight or flight
engine readied itself for immediate action.

	"God damn,..." Tall Paul breathed as he seemingly collapsed back
down to his former "S-curved" position in the chair. His movement drew the
attention from me, and not a moment too soon if you ask me.

	Grumbles and growls of approval and agreement began to take shape
and the rest of the team became unglued from their standing semi-circle
behind Ian's still-heaving body, shuffling back to their original spots
without further discussion.

	"That was incredible, little dude," Ian said from above me. "I've
never cum like that from head before."

	I shrugged as if to say, "what can I tell ya? A dude just KNOWS how
to please another dude better than a girl ever could."

	"Seriously, guys," Ian said to the rest of the assembled men,
half-heartedly pulling on his softening cock now and then, working my spit
and what was left of his cum into the smooth skin of his shaft, "we need
more gay guys on the team."

	"Hey now," I said, startling myself with my outburst. I hadn't
meant to speak, yet it was my voice that echoed off the walls and drew all
eyes back to me. I had just evaded them only a moment before, and here I
was inviting their gaze yet again.

	"I'm not gonna be some kind of fuck toy for you guys, okay?" I
stated firmly.

	As the words formed, I began to realize my true position. I was in
possession of something that they wanted. Well, maybe not wanted, but were
intrigued by. I was the supply. They were the demand. The supply side can
almost always dictate the terms of negotiation. I began to feel myself
becoming bolder.

	"That was fun, and I'm not saying a repeat is off the table. I'm
gay, I'm not an idiot, after all. But don't expect this kind of thing to
happen every day. Or every other day.  I'm not a whore.  If I decide it
will happen again, that's fine. But I will not have a line forming outside
my door tonight waiting for their turn with the new team sex
object. Understand?"

	I was impressed with myself.

	My time with Daniel had given me more of a spine than I ever
thought I'd possess. The sea of nodding faces and wide open eyes that
reacted to my little spontaneous oration was mollifying. I enjoyed the
little step up in social power that I had just claimed. I suddenly began to
understand how the popular girls at school could get addicted to the
feeling and become totally numb to the pain and suffering of other human
beings in their wake. I would have to be careful not to get addicted to the
rush.

	But I decided a little more wouldn't hurt.

	"Good Boys," I said.

	I half expected myself to pull out a doggie treat from my back
pocket and give them some positive reinforcement for their good behavior.

	Yeah. I would have to keep an eye on the megalomania.  Later.

	With that new business out of the way, the attention soon returned
to the TV, where our poor blonde victim had apparently survived the ten
minutes it had taken me to make that mountain of teenaged hormones shoot
his load. I marveled at her resilience, if nothing else.  She wasn't even
sweating and she still gasped for air like it was her job. Which, I guess,
it was.

	The wet sounds soon took over again and breathing became heavier.

	"Aren't you gonna....ya know?" Gordon asked from his retaken corner
of the bed to my left, his voice still slurred.

	"Yeah. You can if you wanna."

	That was Ian. In the moment, I found it a little sweet that he
would spare even that much attention for my own sexual pleasure. I'd
figured him for a "dump and slump" kinda of man. Surprises, surprises.

	"Umm,..."

	I didn't really know what to do? As I had become accustomed in
times of crises, I sought out Daniel.  He looked at me with an unreadable
expression. I had pushed so many boundaries in the past hour, crossed so
many barriers that we had never discussed. Would this, too, be one? Was I
going to do irreparable harm to my relationship with Daniel? Had I already
done it?

	Nearly imperceptibly, Daniel nodded. At first, I wasn't sure he had
even made the gesture at all, but his eyebrows climbed a little as well in
a sign of openness.

	"Okay. I guess," I said to the assembled room.

	Tentatively, I grabbed at my cock, now only semi-hard but still
dominating the size of the room by a decent measure.

	"Get comfortable," Ian said, pointing to the pillows and the bed
behind me. "I mean, only if you want to."

	I smiled at him and scooted towards the head of the bed, resting my
back on the headboard a bit with my legs before me, opened slightly.

	I'll reserve comment on how many sets of eyes moved to my shaft as
it slid under my palms and paid no attention to the blonde woman in medical
distress on the screen. Suffice it to say, I got the better ratings as far
as the pornographic options available at the time are concerned.

	Their eyes may have been on me, but I saw only Daniel.  He was so
close to me, perched at the end of the bed, his torso angled around to so
he too could watch me writhe in front of him.

	But I couldn't touch him.

	I could just see the head of his uncut cock, the foreskin pulled up
tight around it, the skin shining and slick with his precum. I stared into
him, looked for that spark and flame that I loved so much. He stared back
into me and the rest of the room became like steam.

	My left hand traveled up my shaft slowly, letting my precum lube my
long pole. Daniel's eyes followed the movement closely, hungrily. I thought
of his full lips kissing the underside of my cock, the way he liked to
flick my precum onto his tongue and taste me. I felt his throat open around
my shaft, the heat of his tongue and the sheer strength of him unlike
anything else I'd known. The nearly painful sensations of completeness when
his stubble pushed into my pelvis. The way the short strands of his black
hair would slide over my fingers, course beneath their touch but equally
like silk.  His deep brown eyes staring up at me through his dark lashes,
urging me to give him what he truly wanted, pulsing with life, begging me
to release myself to him.

	I'm not sure how long my imagination ruled my world, but I felt my
orgasm rising inside me. It seemed to travel from the aching hole between
my legs, where I longed to have Daniel. It moved like a hot knife upwards,
pulling a piece of me with it, shattering my fantasy as it edged closer.

	"Ahhh, yessss..." I moaned.

	My eyes closed and my head fell back to the headboard. It was
literally too much for me to maintain eye contact with Daniel any longer,
not when my body cried out for his with every nerve and was denied. Not
when I was so close to him yet he seemed miles away.

	The first shot splashed into my face and left a small white river
on the lacquered headboard behind me. I barely noticed the shocked gasps
that echoed. The second and third shots completely ruined my
t-shirt. Again. I was running out of cum-free clothes ever since I'd met
Daniel. I could hardly keep up with the increased volume of laundry.

	When I opened my eyes, Daniel was still looking at me. He smiled
gently and nodded a bit again. I wonder if he knew what I'd been thinking
of?

	I hope so.

	"Fuck me, that's a lot," Gordon drawled. I noticed that his own
boxers were marred with pools of sticky white boy juices.

	"Ahhh," Tall Paul let out.

	It sounded like a spasm of some kind. His tall lanky frame jerked
in the chair a bit, his legs coming off the floor. He looked like a
marionette that some cruel puppeteer was manipulating around from on
high. His thin cock twitched with his spasm and he sprayed tall arcs of cum
into the air, onto his chest, onto the floor. He didn't have a grip on his
cock at all, just let it shoot off as it may without any direction or
guidance. Several guys had to jump out of the way as he came to avoid being
sprayed with his jizz.

	My eyebrows shot up a little bit.

	Okay Tall Paul. Good for you. Thin dick, but impressive distance
and volume.

	When Paul finally collapsed into a crumpled heap onto his chair,
his spasming finally ebbing, he seemed unable to speak.

	"Well, I don't know about you douchebags, but I'm going to bed,"
Ian said.

	We were in Paul's room. Paul, being the gracious and presently mute
host, nodded his agreement with Ian. Jeans rose from the floor and still
throbbing boners were stuffed uncomfortably back into their assorted
prisons. The blonde woman was now covered in thick streaks of cum from her
chin to her hairline. The tonic, unfortunately for her, had done nothing to
calm her breathing difficulties. Someone shut the TV off as the grunts and
grumbles of the Jock Language ushered everyone out and back towards their
own domiciles.

	I made sure to be the last to leave the room. I thanked Paul as I
closed the door behind me. He didn't respond. He was still slouched in his
chair, his pants at his ankles, his softening cock dribbling the last of
his strength onto his lean thigh. I would be lying if I said my mouth
didn't water a bit and I silently hoped that Paul found his way to the bed
somehow and didn't spend the rest of the night in that position.

	The other room doors closed to the sound of locks being drawn until
only Daniel and I were left in the hallway, walking shoulder to shoulder
towards the last two rooms. I fished the electronic card from my back
pocket and turned to my door.

	I couldn't bring myself to see if Daniel was behind me or if he'd
turned towards his own room across the hall. I wasn't sure what kind of
damage I had just done. My heart raced as I unlocked and opened the door. I
was still too frightened to turn around and close it, wondering if he was
there.

	Before I was halfway through, I felt his hands on the small of my
back and he pushed me inside so that I almost tumbled. Before his hands
left my back, they appeared on my shoulders and he spun me to face him and
pull me to his fierce kiss, crashing us to the closing door.

	My hands came to life again and I grabbed for him, felt his arms,
shoulders, his back, wound my trembling fingers into his hair. His lips
came to my neck and sucked hard.

	"Oh, god, Daniel," I moaned, my leg climbing up to his hips, his
free hand coming to support me on my ass.

	"I...oh, fuck yes, I'm sorry...I didn't..." I panted through the
rising tide.

	"Shut up." Daniel growled and pulled my mouth to his again, his
tongue roughly sliding inside me, my breath pushed from me again.

	 Daniel never broke the bond of our mouths, stuck like magnets as
he picked me up from the floor by my waist and walked me to the bed. I was
instantly reminded how much stronger he was than me, who was truly the
bigger between us in spite of height.

	I bounced on the mattress when he tossed me like a rag doll. Before
I hit, my arms were already outstretched, grabbing for him, needing him as
close as possible. He crashed into me in a flash of olive skin and a deep
growl like a panther.

	We rolled for a moment, and I shifted myself on top of him, not
pinning him, not daring to challenge his superiority right now. I knew he
needed me to be his, to be completely his, to prove to him that what had
just happened with his friends was as nothing compared to what we had.  My
entire body ached to prove it, so I straddled him gently and arched the
small of my back, grinding my still-covered ass into his hardness.

	"I just want you," I breathed as he met me thrust for thrust, his
fingers digging into my hip bones, pulling me down to him. I reached behind
me to grip his bulge through his jeans. He growled at me and I felt his
dick pulse. A dampness came to life beneath my palm as I squeezed, milking
him, showing him what I was worth.

	"They have no idea what I can do. Not like you do."

	I unbuttoned his jeans with my hand and unzipped him. His cock did
most of the work for me, pushing his underwear into a massive tent. My
fingers worked under the elastic and I grabbed his shaft for the first time
today. I sighed at the contact, finally getting what I'd been forced to
experience only in my mind. Daniel mimicked my reaction when I pulled on
his shaft, gathering his smooth foreskin over his head then popping it
free.

	"You want to see what I can do?"

	Daniel nodded, his eyes pleading but never losing their
dominance. If he wanted me to be submissive right now, if that is what he
needed just as much as I needed to BE that, then that is what he would get.
I spring from astride his hips and knelt between his legs, never stopping
my movements on his raging cock.

	"I missed your cock, Jock boy," I said, sticking my tongue out to
lick his slit and taste him again. It was like sweet water to a man in the
desert.

	I took his head in my mouth and felt his whole body tremble. His
fingers came to my head and I readied myself for what I hoped would be a
truly vigorous face fucking.

	Someone should have taken a picture of the frozen tableau we struck
when his moans and my wet slurping noises were joined by a loud knock on
the door.

	Daniel's fingers were wrapped tightly in my blonde hair and a good
third of his cock was shoved down my throat. Both of our eyes turned
towards the door, stopping all motion and staying stock still. Maybe they
would go away when no one answered.

	I felt Daniel's cock pulse another stream of precum onto my
tongue. I couldn't help but moan a little bit.

	The knock sounded again.

	I jumped from the bed, sighed at having to tear myself from
Daniel's cock and hastily adjusted my sorely abused prick in my jeans,
covering it as best I could with my cum stained t shirt. I made silent
flailing motions at Daniel, meant to indicate that he should conceal
himself as best he could. He moved off the bed in a flurry and pressed
himself to the half wall that divided the bedroom from the bathroom.

	I straightened myself and went to the door.

	When I turned the handle and pulled it open, I felt like I was a
character in some sitcom on TV.

	"Hey," Ian said from the hallway, now clothed fully. "I just wanted
to say thanks for...you know."

	It was almost comical to watch a man of his size blush and stare at
his fidgeting feet. I couldn't help but grin a bit. My heart went out to
him and I was struck by just how far I had come in so short a time. A few
weeks ago, the thought of a Jock at my door, muscle bound and athletic as
they are want to be, coming to say thank you for anything....well, it was
highly improbable at the very least.

	"Thanks, Ian. I appreciate that," I said in my best impression of
humble. Inside, I was doing a jaunty little jig.

	"You're a cool kid. I'm glad you're on the team."

	It was my turn to blush this time. I mumbled my thanks again. I
watched Ian's eyebrows draw down in confusion. He seemed a little stunned
and I wondered what I'd said that might have cause the look. It was then
that I noticed he wasn't staring that way at me.

	He was looking past me, over my shoulder and into the room behind
me.

	"Daniel?" he asked confused.

	Every muscle in my body froze. I pictured Daniel taking the same
position against the wall.

	"Dude, I can see your shoulder. You're not that great at hiding,
bud."

	I heard Daniel release his breath in a great rush and I turned to
watch him emerge from his apparently awful hiding spot.

	"Fuck," I groaned.

	I pictured everything crashing down around me in a fiery
apocalypse. Ian was GOING to tell someone now that he'd caught Daniel in my
room. And Daniel, bless his gorgeous jock-boy heart, had not bothered to
put his clothes back on from our rudely interrupted suck fest of just
moments before.  When he slid from behind the wall and into the small
hallway, his jeans pooled around his ankles and his very hard cock
glistened with slick wetness from my industrious efforts of minutes ago.

	"Get the fuck in here or close the damned door," Daniel admonished,
hands on his hips, his cock bouncing in time to his words.

	As if to put paid to any rumors that Daniel was present in my
private room for some reason OTHER than sexual exploits, his cock chose
that particular moment to leak a long stream of viscous clear goo from his
slit. It stretched nearly to the carpet before it broke and fell the rest
of the way.

	Ian snorted a little laugh, looked to his left down the hallway and
pushed past me to come inside.

	"Dude, he's really really good right?" Ian asked Daniel
excitedly. "Like, WAY better than a girl, right?"

	While it was very flattering information for a young gay man to
hear, I would have preferred it to have been offered TO me, instead of
THROUGH me.

	"Um, Hello?" I said in my most sarcastic tone. "Yeah, hi, nice to
meet you. I'm David. Ya know, the boy whose room you've decided to invade
like it's your own?"

	I was surprised to find that Daniel wore a wide grin across his
face. I hadn't thought how he would react to someone of his own social
stature knowing about us, much less approving of it.  Apparently, it made
him smile. But my snarky outburst worked well enough to wipe the grins off
both of their faces.

	Daniel's brown eyes went to the carpet and Ian's soon followed.

	"Sorry," they mumbled in unison.

	Remember that thing about supply and demand and not getting too
addicted to the power?

	Well, another little hit couldn't hurt, right?

	"What's that? I didn't hear you?" I asked.

	My mamma would have been proud.  Maybe not proud precisely, since I
was using sex to essentially manipulate boys into doing my bidding. When
put that way, she SURELY would have been proud.

	"I'm sorry," they repeated in crisp clear tones.

	I nodded and they both relaxed visibly. I trembled a bit at the
power rush again.

	Ian's excitement reasserted control first. He turned to Daniel.

	"Are you...like, gonna finish?" he asked.

	"You'll have to ask David."

	They both looked to me.

	It was completely unfair. Daniel should have known when he looked
at me like that, those sad puppy dog eyes almost seeming to fill with
tears, I would have done almost anything short of actual murder.

	I threw up my hands.  Ian's eyes brightened like a child at
Christmas.

	"Mind if I...I mean,...if it's okay...umm,...."

	"You can watch, you big perv," I shot back, putting an end to his
stuttering.

	You'd have thought I just told him he'd won the lottery.

	Ian took a seat in the chair, the same chair in the same place that
I pictured Paul crumbled into a few doors down.

	When I looked at Daniel, something had changed in his gaze. Before
Ian's arrival, I had sensed he needed to be powerful and dominant, needed
me to show him that I was his. Now, behind those soft brown pools were
glimmers of a scared boy, standing on the edge of a cliff and unsure
whether he really wanted to jump to the icy lake below.

	My tactics changed immediately.

	I approached him slowly, making sure I never let my eyes leave
his. I took his hand in mine and I could swear I felt it tremble just a
little bit when I did. I lead him towards the bed until his calves were
pressed against the foot of it. His jeans made his maximum movement barely
above a shuffle so I took my time. Still looking at him, I found the hem of
his t-shirt and raised it over his head, dropping it to the floor beside
me.

	I was happy to see the timidity vanish from him when he stared at
me now. Ian was forgotten. I could see my face reflected in his eyes and I
knew that I was all he saw now. I placed my palms on the warm planes of his
hairy chest and pushed him gently to the bed as I sank to my knees on the
floor.

	I angled Daniel's cock so that Ian had a perfect side-on view of
his entire length before I opened my mouth and slowly pushed his whole
shaft inside my throat. I breathed him in deeply, letting my tongue move in
slow circles on him. His torso fell back to the mattress and I had to level
myself up to keep him fully inside me.

	Slowly I withdrew, sucking on the rim of his cock and nibbling
lightly on his smooth foreskin when I did.

	"Shit,." He breathed just as I heard Ian mimic him exactly from off
to my right.

	I sank back onto him and brushed my lips across his trimmed
pubes. I felt his muscles tense, saw his abs crunch and become even more
defined as I bobbed up and down on his manhood. I could have stayed down
there for hours, completely unaware of Ian just feet from me.

	Daniel's gentle grip on the sides of my face pulled me from my
prize. Before I knew it, I was laying flat against his broad muscled body,
his arms wrapping tightly around my back, crushing me to him while he
kissed me deeply.

	I heard Ian's chair slide across the carpet in a rush and just made
out his tall bulk rise quickly to his feet.

	"I...I...I..." He stammered, looking around for something, anything
on which to focus other than his buddy's tongue shoved into my mouth.

	Daniel broke our kiss, but not our embrace.

	"Sit the fuck down and enjoy the show, jack ass," he snapped at his
teammate.

	Ian stood still for a bit, eyes locked on Daniel's. I was trapped
in his arms, happily, but I watched as these two specimens of masculinity
squared off without a sound.

	"You walked in here, now you get what you get," Daniel finished.

	Ian retook his seat and Daniel's gentle finger on the side of my
face returned him to my gaze. He brushed a gentle kiss across my lips and
stroked my cheek with his thumb. He smiled his crooked half smile at me and
winked.

	Oh, fuck me.

	The Alpha was established and I, me, the gay nerd, got to claim
him.

	Christmas, Valentine's, my birthday and the Fourth of July all
wrapped into one.

	I leaned forward to kiss Daniel with everything I had. He nearly
tore my shirt from my back in his haste to get it off. Our mouths never
stopped their dance for longer than it took for him to remove an article of
clothing. I had never felt so free as when he finally managed to get my
pants and underwear around my knees. I wiggled out of them the best I could
from that point on, but was more focused on the feeling of my unbending
dick as it pressed into his equally hard member.

	Daniel's gentle downward pressure on my head signaled my time to
finish my work had come. I eagerly flipped myself around so that I lay head
towards his toes and threw my arm over his hairy thighs.  Slowly at first I
sucked his cock inside me, trying to memorize the taste of him yet
again. Daniel gripped my dick and tugged lazily as I worked on him. He soon
had me slick with my own precum and used his thumb to torture my sensitive
underside.

	I tried to moan through my full mouth, but I refused to take his
cock from inside me. Not again. I used every trick I could think of, every
manipulation and twist I'd learned over the months.

	"Yeah, nerd...Christ, David, I'm getting close."

	I heard Ian shift in his chair and the distinct sound of a zipper
being lowered.

	"Do it," Daniel continued. He raised his legs so that his knees
were bent, feet flat against the mattress.

	He couldn't mean...? Could he? In front of Ian.

	"Rim me, baby."

	You didn't need to ask me twice.

	Faster than I thought possible, I twisted around so that Daniel's
legs were on either side of me as I knelt between them. My cock pointed
straight at his exposed and twitching pink hole. I suppressed the urge to
shove myself into him right then and placed my palms under his hamstrings,
pushing his hips back off the bed.  I licked gently at first, lightly
flicking around his hole, kissing the soft skin around it, breathing hot
breath on him.

	"Mmm...more," Daniel moaned.

	Wet sounds were starting to come from the chair.

	I pressed my tongue into his hole and swirled in quick motions. I'd
heard some of the team discussing a technique called "The Alphabet Game,"
where you are supposed to use your tongue to spell out the entire alphabet
in capital letters and then in lower case letters when you eat out a
girl. The thought was nauseating, but the theory seemed sound.

	I hadn't gotten to the Capital D before Daniel was panting like a
mad man on the mattress. His hairy forearms grabbed on the the back of my
head, pulling me deeper inside of him, reaching past his own cock to grab
at me.

	"Oh shit...yes...eat my ass," he groaned.

	E.
	F.
	G.
	H.
	I.

	"Mmmm..." That one came from Ian. Though I had no desire to even
glance in his direction to confirm my suspicions, I was glad he was
enjoying the show thus far.

	When I got to Capital S, Daniel could barely breathe.

	I had never heard him whimper like that before. It almost reminded
me, unpleasantly, of the poor blonde woman from the porn in Paul's room.

	"Oh god, please. Please stop! I can't...oh fuck me, I can't take it
anymore."

	T.
	U.
	V.
	W.

	"Please, baby. Finger me! I..."

	X.
	Y.

	"IIIIIAAAHHHHH, FUCK!" he screamed.

	Z.

	I'm a stickler for finishing what I start.

	Daniel's breath began to slow a little bit, but his thoroughly
slick hole pulsed in and out in front of me, begging just as much as its'
master.

	I pressed my index finger to his opening and felt it press against
me. Daniel whined and writhed beneath, pushing his hips forward as best he
could, seeking me out.

	"Pleeeeassse..." he drew out the word. His eyes proved too much for
my weak resolve.

	I pushed inside him and watched his eyes roll back in his
skull. His hole squeezed me tightly but gave me no issue. I could feel his
heart beat..beat..beat..beat..beat...in time to the convulsions of his
opening. I drew out slowly and pressed back in with two fingers now. I
didn't even need to wet them, he was so lubed up from the Alphabet Game. I
would have to remember that for the future.

	Daniel's cock spasmed and he shot a quick burst of precum to his
hairy stomach.

	"Holy shit," Ian whispered in apparent awe, the sounds of his
jerking off clear as a bell now.

	I know I didn't need to, I could have found other ways to get him
off, but something inside of me wanted to show Ian what being at the mercy
of another man could feel like. I pushed into Daniel quickly, burying
myself inside to my last knuckle and arching my fingers forwards inside of
him.

	The reaction was exactly what I expected.

	Daniel let out a roar like I had just started his engine. I pulled
quickly out and back in with the same force. In and out I pistoned, each
time, pressing that spot inside Daniel that I knew would make him burst
like a piñata.

	Daniel's mouth hung open to his chest and he crunched forward as my
two fingers fucked his hole hard and fast, just barely tickling his
prostate when I was buried in, all in full view of his "straight"
teammate. His eyes were wild and harried, his breath caught in his throat
and only a deep growl came from inside him. He began to shine with a thin
sheet of sweat. I picked up the pace.

	"Ahh,...David,...agh..."

	It was weak, barely even a whisper. But I was surprised he even
managed that much considering the sheer volume and speed at which his cock
spewed into the air.

	Rope after rope arched high between us. Most of the first blasts
covered my bed spread a good foot above Daniel's head. Only around the
third or fourth gush actually landed on his heaving chest and
pleasure-twisted face. The white drops splashed agains his skin with gentle
splats, clinging to his hair and beading there in small drops and graceful
swoops.

	When he was done and his cock twitched in the air between us, still
untouched, I pressed my fingers to his prostate one final time and watched
in awe as another small squirt pooled near Daniel's belly button.

	Before I could remove my fingers from him, Daniel sprung forward
from his prostrate position and flipped onto his stomach in front of my
kneeling form. My fingers were still slick and wet from being so recently
inside him but when he opened his mouth to take in my cock, I wound them
into his hair without thought.

	Daniel's tongue teased my slit and played with the rim of my cock
head. He looked up at me through those dark lashes, the very same look I
had imagined when I was jerking off in front of the team earlier. My
fantasy now come to life once more.

	Daniel used one hand to jerk my shaft while he bobbed on the top
half of my cock, moaning all the while. I felt myself getting close in only
a moment.

	"Daniel...fuck yes,...don't stop...i'm close," I said between
breaths. Daniel increased his speed.  He sighed deeply when my first shot
erupted into him. He sucked firmly and milked me as blast after blast hit
the back of his throat and he swallowed them all gratefully.

	Ian roared from his chair and I turned just in time to watch his
cock spew blindingly white spunk onto his lower stomach.

	Daniel kissed and sucked my cock clean lovingly as I watched Ian
ride the wave of his orgasm. I caught his eyes and jerked my head towards
Ian, hoping he would follow my lead.

	I got off the bed and was pleased to hear Daniel do the same. Ian's
head was still thrown back and his eyes were closed so I'm still not sure
if he heard or saw the two of us kneel between his open thighs.  I leaned
forward first and licked at Ian's defined abs, taking in his white juices
and savoring them.

	I felt Daniel's face press next to mine as we continued to lap at
Ian's muscles, licking him clean, kissing our way down his shaved pubes to
his still twitching cock.

	"Oh fuck me," he groaned.

	My lips met Daniel's around the base of Ian's dick. The tip of my
tongue danced with his as we kissed and licked our way up Ian's shaft
towards his head. My full lips reached his cock head first and sucked the
tip of him gently. Ian shook mightily when I found my mark. I pulled back a
bit and let Daniel take the top position.

	Soon, Ian was clean and breathing in sharp gasps. His hands were at
his temples again, as if he was steadying himself against the spinning of
the room.  Daniel rose to his feet first. I followed shortly and we both
looked down at the spent muscle-god slumped in the chair.

	"So. Thoughts?" Daniel asked nonchalantly.

	Ian wasn't the only one to stare at him in wonder.

	Thoughts? I was still amazed every day at the things Daniel could
take in stride.

	"Umm, that was ridiculous," Ian said in a gravely whisper.

	"Glad you approve," Daniel started. "Now, get dressed and get out."

	Despite his wobbly legs, Ian wasted little time in obeying Daniel's
command. I added nothing to the orders. If Daniel didn't find it necessary
to mention the need for discretion, I certainly wasn't about to second
guess his assessment of the situation. He knew Ian much better than I.

	The door closed quickly behind a still awestruck Ian.

	I looked through the peephole and watched as he stood in the
hallway for a bit, looking left and right. The poor guy might never find
his own room in his current state. I opened the door again.

	"Two doors down on the left."

	I closed it again.

	When I watched through the peephole this time, it only took him
about five or ten seconds to gather himself, process the directions, and
amble off towards his room.

	I turned back to the room and found Daniel using his discarded
t-shirt to wipe the cum from his chest and abs, seeming to be entirely
unaffected by what we'd just done.

	"Do you think he's gonna jack off thinking about that tonight?" I
wondered idly.

	Daniel shrugged.

	"Dunno. Don't really care what he does. Are you ready for bed
soon?"

	Though I was a little shocked at his apparent level of ease, I
nodded.

	"You should be getting back to your room soon," I said with more
than a little hint of sadness at the thought.

	Daniel pulled back the cum soaked top cover of my king sized bed
and pooled it on the floor. He smiled at me, still standing at the end of
the hallway.

	"Why? What's the point now?" he asked.

	"What about the other..."

	"Ian knows now. There's no use in trying to pretend like it didn't
happen. He knows, and it's possible everyone else will know soon enough. So
why should I sleep alone tonight, when what I want is to sleep next to you?
If it's coming out soon, I'm at least going to do what I want in the
meantime."

	I watched him pull back the under cover and the sheet and slide
beneath them and settle into my bed. He propped himself on one elbow and
faced me, smiling that crazy beautiful smile.

	He patted the mattress next to him, urging me to join him.

	I wanted to cry, and for more than one reason.

	Daniel was so sure, so strong, so confident. The situation had
changed in the blink of an eye, our routine disrupted, plans shattered; and
he had adapted nearly instantaneously. He had made his choice as to what
was important to him.

	It took me a while to fully understand that I was what was
important to him.

	He faced possible social outcast, loss of face, humiliation,
degradation, any manner of cruel words and remarks. Physical violence
wasn't entirely out of the question, even for one as well-built as him.
But there he lay. Calm, cool, serene, and beautiful beyond description. In
my bed, beckoning me to lay beside him.

	I turned off the light and climbed under the covers. In such a
large bed, it took us a moment to find one another, but when we did, the
bed seemed almost comically large. My forehead pressed to his, our noses
brushing. He threw one leg over my own and I wrapped my limbs around him.

	Our soft cocks pressed together and for once, this was enough. Just
to hold him, feel his breath on my lips, the rise and fall of his chest
pressed to mine, his strong fingers lightly dancing up and down my back.

	I kissed him in the darkness and hoped he could feel everything I
wanted to say but couldn't. How much I needed him, how thankful I was that
he was so sure where I was so scared.

	"Don't think about it," Daniel whispered at my ear as he kissed me
lightly.

	"Think about what?"

	"The morning."

	I hadn't spoken. I had not said one word, and yet he knew the
thoughts that lurked at the back of my mind. I didn't wonder how he'd done
it, I just marveled at the fact that he could. After so long thinking no
one would ever care to even hear my thoughts, Daniel had decided to start
reading them.

	"But," I whispered, my voice trembling, "What if Ian..."

	"Don't think about it," Daniel cut me off. "If it happens, it
happens. You are here with me now. So just be with me. You and me. Just
us. Please, baby?"

	The tears came hot and silent down my cheeks as I kissed him.

	Tomorrow would come as it always did.

	With his lips against mine, our hearts beating in tandem, I
couldn't have possibly cared less if the sun never rose again.