Date: Tue, 1 Jan 2013 13:42:26 -0800
From: Black Monk <the_black_monk@hotmail.com>
Subject: Taking One for the Team

TAKING ONE FOR THE TEAM
by The Black Monk

       The crowd roared as Cameron sent the ball rocketing to the back of
the net.  With two minutes left in the third quarter, the boys of
Rutherford Academy were on course to win the home game2-0, both goals
courtesy of Cameron.  St. Alban's Prep, so strong all season and expected
to make for an exciting match-up, somehow couldn't get their game together.
Their goalie was lethargic in the water today, and though the team's
defense was generally effective, once Cameron had the ball and a clean
shot, the sluggish goalie could do little to prevent Cameron's
lightning-fast strikes from penetrating the goal line.
       Jeff swam up beside Cameron.  "Damn, buddy!  You are an animal
today!"
       "Woo-hoo!!  State championship, here we come!"  Cameron grabbed
Jeff's right hand in an arm-wrestle handshake.
       "Seriously, you are on fire, Cam!" Jeff said intently, shaking the
hand.  "Everybody out there's wild for you right now."  He caught Cameron's
gaze and looked into his sharp blue eyes, set between sparse, blond
eyebrows and impossibly strong cheekbones.  Cameron peered back at the
large brown eyes of his team captain, comprehending his admiration and
appreciation.  Since he had joined the team earlier that year, Jeff had
been a sort of mentor to him and always supportive, even if Cameron's
striking ability sometimes outshone the more veteran player in the pool.
       "Thanks, man!  All we gotta do is –"
       The moment was broken by the referee's whistle; time for action
again.  Cameron snapped out of it and slapped Jeff's ass under the water.
"Let's bring this thing home!" he announced.  Jeff chuckled at his
teammate's bravado.  He always says that, Jeff thought.
       As play resumed, Cameron realized he was being blocked aggressively
now by one of the St. Alban's boys.  Cameron quickly assessed the guy's
physique and knew it was going to be tough to get past him.  The kid was
built compact and solid beyond his few years, more like a wrestler or a
gymnast than someone who spent much time in the pool.  He bobbed up and
down in the water around Cameron, waving his arms, preventing anyone on the
Rutherford team from passing to him.  At one point, Cameron managed to
sweep around the bulky guy, but he noticed the escape attempt and elbowed
Cameron under the water smack in his side.  He was effectively trapped on
one side of the pool.
       With less than a minute left on the clock before the third quarter
ended, Cameron moved further back, hoping again to evade the St. Alban's
player.  At one point the hulk turned his back, and Cameron made his move,
escaping into more open water.  Once he made it to the middle of the pool,
one of the Rutherford boys passed the ball to him, and Cameron immediately
turned to eye the St. Alban's goal.  In a split-second, he considered
whether he had a clean shot at the goal, noticed that Jeff was open for a
pass, and felt an excruciating pain in his balls, as if they were being
squeezed in a vise.
       As he dropped the ball, his mouth fell open to scream, but nothing
came forth.  As his nuts were released, an arm came around his right side
and batted the ball out of his way, at which point it was picked up by one
of the St. Alban's boys.  Cameron doubled over in pain and listed to his
right, to see the bulky guy that had been blocking him now looming over
him.  A menacing grin came over the hulk's face as he shoved Cameron's
right shoulder, bringing him around to face him dead-on.  Cameron barely
had time to notice the guy's right arm backing up before it thrust under
the water and plunged into his groin, like a torpedo to its target.  A
flash of pain ripped through his abdomen, and the natatorium glowed before
his eyes.
       Jeff knew something was wrong as he saw Cameron double over in
agony.  Why did water polo have to be such a rough sport?  As team captain,
he was responsible for looking after his players, and when Rutherford
played an aggressive team, he had to be very alert.  The game escaped his
mind as he hustled over to his teammate, who appeared to be going under.
He reached into the water and grabbed Cameron under his arms, supporting
his broad shoulders.  "Cam!  Cam, can you hear me?"  As he pulled him up,
he saw Cameron's face screwed into a grimace.  He put an arm around
Cameron's waist and swam for the edge of the pool.
       Coach Macleod noticed his team captain and star striker coming out
of the pool.  "Peterson!  Crouse!  Get in there!" he yelled to the boys
waiting at the benches before rushing to where Jeff and Cameron were coming
out of the pool.  "What happened?!" he barked over the din from the stands.
       Jeff was breathing heavily.  "I dunno, Coach."  He pushed Cameron up
from the water, and the coach grabbed him by the armpits to lift him out of
the pool.  Cameron lay on his side, still crouched over in a fetal
position, and his hands were grabbing the contents of his Speedo in a
futile attempt to ease the pain.  Coach Macleod saw it and immediately knew
what happened.
       "One of those damn St. Alban's boys hit him in the balls, that's
what happened!" he said.  "Cameron, son, are you alright?"
       Cameron shook his head very slightly and began coughing up some
water, but after a few spurts of water from his mouth, he started
dry-heaving.  Water dripped off Jeff's tanned, toned body as he climbed out
of the pool.  "Oh Cam, man!" Jeff cried.
       Coach undid the strap around Cameron's skullcap.  "Help me get this
off.  He might start vomiting."  Jeff cradled his teammate's head as he
pulled the cap off, releasing a head of fine, blond hair that swept back
from his temples.  The referee's whistle blew, ending the third quarter.
"I gotta go," said the coach.  "When he can move, get him to the locker
room.  I'll send Dr. Gill."  Coach walked off to meet his team, now coming
out of the pool.  They were still 2-0, but with their star striker now out,
St. Alban's might be in a position to change the game.  "Listen, boys,"
Jeff heard him bark, "Cam's been knocked..."
       Jeff turned back to his friend.  "Cam?  Cam, how bad is it?  Can you
talk?"
       Cameron groaned through his tears.  "Bad...  I think it's bad,
Jeff...  Help me!"  Jeff thought he sounded frightened.
       "Can you move?  We gotta get you to the locker room."
       Cameron shook his head.  "Don't wanna... go off like this...
Please!"
       Jeff understood.  Rutherford's star striker couldn't leave the pool
cradling his nuts in his hand after scoring two spectacular goals in the
game; it would be humiliating for him and bad for team morale.  "OK, man,
OK."  He grabbed an oversized towel from one of the benches and wrapped it
around the agonized blond.  "This OK?  It'll cover you up.  I'll help you."
 	Cameron could still barely open his eyes, but he nodded gently.
Jeff helped him to his feet, taking care to wrap the towel around him so no
one in the stands would see him gripping his balls.  Slowly, they made
their way to the exit, though Cameron was waddling more than walking.  A
burst of applause spread through the stands as people noticed the star of
the game leaving the pool.  "Cam, you gotta wave!  Can you wave at them?"
Jeff asked.  Cameron stopped moving, and an arm emerged from within the
towel.  A few people cheered, and then the two made their way through the
doors under the stands.
	Supporting Cameron, Jeff led him into Coach Macleod's office in the
locker room, where there was a small examining table and other facilities
for medical emergencies.  Cameron was now breathing more steadily, but he
was still in a lot of pain.  Jeff figured he could finally get an answer to
the question, and he asked, "What happened?"
	"Sonofabitch grabbed my nuts when I got the ball..." Cameron
huffed, "and then he turned me around and punched my nuts again."
	"Motherfucker!  That big lug, Matt what's-his-name?"  Cameron
nodded.  "Fuck, that is not cool!"
	By now, some of the other Rutherford players were filing into the
locker room.  A few of them stuck their heads around the corner into
Coach's office out of curiosity.  "Hey man, you alright?" asked a young
player named Chris.
	Jeff turned to him.  "Fuckin' Matthew Weitzel hit him twice in the
nads."
	"No way!" said Chris.  "I saw him talking with his team after that
last goal, like they were planning strategy or somethin'.  They must've
told him to take you out.  That's bullshit!"
	Jeff froze for a second, and anger welled up inside him.  "Pummel
him in the fourth!" he ordered in a grisly voice, suddenly sounding like
the team captain again.  He pointed a rigid finger at Chris.  "Make him
pay!  No one does this to us!"  The players at the door voiced their
enthusiasm.
	"Gentlemen, we will not sink to their level," said a strong,
distinguished voice.  It was Dr. Gill, the school's staff physician.  "Boys
from Rutherford Academy do not render poor sportsmanship for poor
sportsmanship, now do we?"
	"No sir," some of the boys mumbled.
	"Now go back to the pool.  You have a game to win, and I have a
patient to examine."  Dr. Gill pushed the boys behind him out of the door
frame and made his way into the office.  "Now, young man, I hear you've had
some trauma to the groin?"  Cameron nodded, still not quite able to look
up.
	"He smashed him in the nuts twice," said Jeff as Dr. Gill closed
the door.  "He looked real bad.  Coach thought he might even throw up."
	"Hmm."  Dr. Gill approached the examining table.  "Do you feel
nauseated, Cameron?"  He shook his head.  "Well that's good.  Let's have a
look at you."  Dr. Gill pulled Cameron's hands away from his groin.  He
began feeling the inside of the boy's thighs.  "Is this tender?"
	"No," Cameron grunted.
	"Good."  Dr. Gill's hands moved further up to Cameron's groin, but
it elicited no reaction.  "Well, let's get you out of these," he said,
teasingly tugging on the elastic.  Cameron stood up weakly, but as he put
his thumbs into his Speedo to take them down, he audibly grunted in pain
and froze.  "Jeff, will you help him please?"
	Jeff hesitated.  "Uh... OK.  Here, let me."  He slipped under
Cameron's arm to support him and then put his thumbs into Cameron's suit.
	"Easy, easy!" Cameron said faintly, and Jeff slowly pushed the
briefs down Cameron's thighs, exposing his genitals.  The swimsuit fell to
the floor, and Jeff helped him step out of it and back onto the examination
table.
	Dr. Gill began to palpate Cameron's penis.  It was small from being
constricted in the swimsuit and the cold water of the pool, but as the
doctor passed it between his fingers, it regained its length.  "How does
this feel?"
	Cameron breathed heavily out of discomfort, but he said, "It's OK."
Jeff realized Cameron's arm was still around his shoulders while he watched
his teammate's penis being examined, and he started to feel a bit weird
about it.
	"Umm, Doctor?  I think... maybe I should get back to the pool."
	Dr. Gill didn't bother to look up.  "No, Coach Macleod said you
should stay here.  I'm sure the team can handle it."
	"Well..." Jeff began.  Cameron looked at him, almost as if he
wanted Jeff to stay.  Jeff looked at him as he said, "This seems a
bit... private."
	"Oh, please," said Dr. Gill dismissively, still staring at
Cameron's genitals.  "You boys see each other in the shower all the time."
	"Yeah, I guess so..."
	Cameron looked at him pathetically and said weakly, "Dude, it's OK.
Stay."  Jeff looked down at his teammate and it occurred to him how
vulnerable Cameron looked seated there completely naked, his fair-skinned
body entirely on display, writhing slowly in discomfort as his genitals
were poked and prodded.  Dr. Gill had turned Cameron's penis up to examine
the underside, pressing with his thumbs along the shaft and around the
head.  Jeff noticed how hairless Cameron's genitals were, and he remembered
how they had shaved together in the shower just a week ago.  They even
helped shave each other's butts.
	Dr. Gill proceeded to the scrotum.  As he lifted the sac, Cameron
squirmed and Jeff felt the grip of Cameron's arm tighten around his
shoulders.  "Aha, looks like we've found the sensitive spot," Dr. Gill
noted.  Jeff watched as the doctor carefully handled Cameron's low-hanging
nuts, gently palpating each testicle, feeling the backside of each orb,
then moving up the smooth pink sac checking for any damage to the cords.
Each time Dr. Gill's hands changed position, Jeff noticed that Cameron
winced slightly.
	"How is he, Doctor?" Jeff asked.
	"Well... there's definitely some swelling here, but it doesn't feel
serious.  Cameron, I'm going to have you get on your back now.  Can you
help him?" he asked Jeff.
	Jeff wrapped his arm around Cameron and slowly lowered his back
onto the inclined part of the table, putting him in a reclined position.
The doctor bent Cameron's legs at the knee and put his feet at the edge of
the table, giving him complete access to the boy's pelvis.  He pressed his
fingers beneath the scrotum, and Cameron immediately gasped.  "Ungghhh!"
	"Is this tender?" asked Dr. Gill.  Cameron nodded.  "I have to feel
around here, so bear with me just a moment."  Jeff still felt a bit weird
about watching as Dr. Gill gently pressed around Cameron's perineum, but he
was oddly captivated by the exam and couldn't bring himself to look away.
"Mm hmm," the doctor grunted.  "OK."
	"What... what is it?" Cameron managed to say.
	The door opened and Coach Macleod walked in.  "Well, doctor?  How
is he?"
	"Ah, Coach!  Well, I was just about to tell Cameron here that
there's a certain amount of testicular inflammation from the impact.  That
will go away with anti-inflammatories and time, but I'm more concerned
about this."  Dr. Gill gently pressed Cameron's perineum, and he gasped
again.  "That hurts a bit more, does it?"
	"Yeah... It feels like... a cramp or something."  Cameron looked up
as Coach Macleod approached the examination table and stared at the young
blond's balls and asshole, and he suddenly felt like some kind of lab
exhibit.  Coach had probably seen him naked before, but not up close like
this.
	"The impact has probably caused a build-up of fluid in your
prostate, and it needs to be relieved to avoid permanent damage here in
your plumbing," said Dr. Gill.
	Cameron gulped.  "You mean... surgery?"
	Dr. Gill chuckled.  "No no, nothing so serious.  We need to induce
an ejaculation, with internal compression of the prostate."
	"Wait... uhh, what?" Cameron asked.
	"You mean..." Jeff began.
	"You need to ejaculate," Dr. Gill said simply.  "The sooner the
better, really, to relieve pressure in the area."  He picked up his bag,
looking for something.  "Er, Jeff, will you assist me please?"
	Cameron wiggled on the table and suddenly regained his ability to
speak.  "Wait a minute!  You mean you're gonna... whack me off?"
	Jeff took a step back from the table.  "Wait a minute, doc, I'm not
gonna, um..."
	Coach Macleod put a hand on Cameron's shoulder.  "Son, let the
doctor treat you, it's for your own good.  Jeff, you're the captain of the
team.  Help your teammate."
	Cameron looked at Jeff, who was nearly as naked as he was apart
from the tight gray Speedo around his hips.  One of Jeff's hands scratched
his head through his spiky brown hair and the other rested on his waist as
he considered the situation.  He was standing as he often did, with his
weight shifted to one foot, which angled his body like some sort of Greek
sculpture and brought the young, developing muscles of his torso into
relief through his golden skin.  Cameron had seen Jeff in his Speedo enough
to know well these contours of his body, as well as what was inside Jeff's
Speedo, and Jeff had often seen him naked in the shower too.  But was
Dr. Gill really going to make him have an orgasm in front of him?  And the
coach?  This was absolutely humiliating.  Fuck you, Matt Weitzel, he
thought.
	"Yes, Coach," Jeff said a bit hesitantly.  "Um... what do I do?"
	"What do you do?!" asked Dr. Gill sarcastically.  "You jack him
off, that's what you do!  You know how to masturbate, don't you?"
	Jeff couldn't believe what he was being asked to do, but he took
one look at Coach Macleod's stern expression and satisfied himself with the
thought that he was doing it for the good of the team.  Then he looked at
Cameron's face, which still conveyed the pain he was in, and realized that
he wanted to help his teammate and his buddy feel better.  He slowly
reached for Cameron's dick.  His mind turned as he touched it; he and
Cameron had a lot of physical contact training in the pool, slapping each
other on the ass, even touching each other's butts when they had helped
shave each other last week.  But he had never touched Cameron here, and
never expected to.  He gently stroked the penis, not really knowing how to
handle it.  Should he touch Cameron the same way he pleasured himself?  He
wondered if that would be revealing something very private.  "Uhh... is
that... OK?"
	Cameron looked away, feeling completely embarrassed at the
situation.  "Yeah dude, it's OK."
       Dr. Gill maneuvered his right hand into a latex glove that he
retrieved from his bag and drizzled a clear gel on the gloved fingers.
Cameron winced slightly from the cold gel as the doctor massaged it around
his anal opening, but as it warmed up, he began to relax.  He had never
felt these sensations before, but they were curiously pleasant.  Was this
supposed to feel good?  He wasn't sure, but his mind was distracted from
the pain as he focused on the new feeling of having his hole primed for
penetration.  He instinctively wanted the finger to enter him.  He had no
idea why, but he knew it would feel good.
       The cock was slowly becoming longer and firmer in Jeff's hand as he
stroked it.  He thought it wasn't very big, but he remembered that Cameron
was a few years younger than him and imagined he was probably still
developing.  It was light and even in tone, rather like the rest of
Cameron's body; even the circumcision scar blended subtly into the
surrounding skin.  The member tapered gently to its narrow head, only
slightly darker in hue than the rest of the shaft.  As Jeff slid down the
cock, he felt its width expand in his hand a little as it met the rest of
his teammate's body.  Over and over, he felt the minute fluctuations in
girth as he moved up and down Cameron's manhood.  Gaining confidence, he
started to pick up the pace, but Cameron shuddered at a few clumsy strokes.
       "That's too rough!" barked Coach Macleod, who was watching intently.
"Come on, son, you'll never get him off like that."  The coach brushed
Jeff's hand aside, and the member slapped back down onto Cameron's abs.
The coach lightly ran two fingers along the underside of the dick, from
base to tip.  A gasp escaped Cameron's lips, and his cock twitched in
response.
       "You OK?" Jeff asked.  Cameron smiled sheepishly and nodded.  Should
he be enjoying this so much?  Jeff turned back to the coach.
       "Boys your age jack off so fast.  You gotta tease it a bit, son."
       Jeff tried Coach's move on Cameron, and it elicited another gasp.
He did it again, with the same response.  He's liking this! Jeff thought.
Jeff looked at his buddy with a mischievous grin, and he was suddenly aware
of how tight his own Speedo now felt.  He thought with some unease that he
might be getting turned on by this.  Cameron smiled back faintly, also
unsure if he should be deriving pleasure from any of this.
       The doctor's finger entered the boy, and Cameron sighed at the
arrival of his body's guest.  Dr. Gill moved his finger in and out a few
times, stimulating the orifice.  It was about how Cameron hoped it would
feel: friction and excitement as the finger pushed in, the sensation of
expelling something as it pulled out.  He didn't know if it was possible,
but he tried to open his hole further to allow the finger to penetrate
deeper into him.  Combined with Jeff's improving ministrations to his
organ, he was beginning to feel much better.  He adjusted himself on the
examining table and closed his eyes.
       Jeff was lightly rubbing the head of Cameron's cock, which had now
grown to its full length and disproven Jeff's earlier thought that Cameron
might still be developing.  It wasn't quite as thick as Jeff's, but what
little it lacked in girth it seemed to make up for in length.  He couldn't
explain it, but he didn't want to take his eyes off his teammate's tool,
and he was fixated on the different reactions he could get out of Cameron.
Slow strokes down the shaft made Cameron look lost in ecstasy, but when he
applied friction under the corona of his delicate head, Cameron got very
excited.  "Unngghhh... yeah," Cameron whispered, closing his eyes and
apparently losing any apprehension over whether he should be enjoying his
treatment.
       "You might want some of this," said Dr. Gill as he squeezed some of
the lubricant onto Cameron's rod.  It coated Jeff's palm as he smeared it
into the cock, twisting his hand around it while stroking up and down
slowly, trying to envelope as much of the organ with his hand as possible.
Cameron sighed again with pleasure.  Jeff gazed at the prick, now slick and
glistening in the fluorescent light of the coach's office, and realized he
was definitely getting turned on, knowing he could control what Cameron
felt by how he touched the most sensitive, intimate part of his body.  His
own cock stirred inside his Speedo, and he adjusted it innocuously with his
free hand to make the erection he knew was growing inside it more
comfortable.
       By contrast, Dr. Gill proceeded dispassionately about his task.  He
was treating a patient, and apart from a medical concern for Cameron's
discomfort, he was apathetic about any pleasure he might be experiencing.
The doctor's finger found its goal, Cameron's prostate, and tapped it
lightly.  The boy jerked and whimpered softly.  Jeff, who had paid
attention to the blond's sighs and moans, knew this was not a sound of
pleasure.
       "Hmm... Yes, just as I thought," muttered Dr. Gill.  "This will be
tender, Cameron.  You feel this?"  The doctor tapped it again, and Cameron
groaned.  "It's swollen with fluid right now, but we're going to compress
it out."
       "To... relieve the pressure?" Cameron panted.
       "Exactly.  You should begin to feel a difference in a minute or
two," said Dr. Gill.  He continued to caress the gland inside him, tracing
long strokes along it.
       Jeff studied Cameron's face intently as his prostate was massaged.
He wondered what sensations Cameron was feeling, given his complex facial
expressions, but not enough to want to trade places with him.  Jeff
preferred the power of his position, touching and manipulating his naked
teammate, and he knew there was no denying that he was turned on by the
situation.  His own stiff manhood was pressed to the left against his body
inside the tight Speedo.  It must have been protruding obscenely, but he
didn't dare look down for fear of drawing the attention of Dr. Gill or
Coach Macleod to it.  And yet, for some reason, Jeff needed Cameron to know
it was there and acknowledge it.  Instinctively, he stepped up against the
examining table.  He felt the cold under his bare feet as he stepped onto a
fresh patch of floor, but he pressed his warm bulge against Cameron's arm
where it lay.  He studied Cameron's face, but there was no sign that he had
noticed.  Jeff slowly rubbed his bulge back and forth into Cameron's arm.
Come on, man, he thought.  I want you to see this.  Don't you know you've
made me hard?
       Cameron's attention was elsewhere.  It had only taken several
seconds for him to adjust to the feeling of having his prostate rubbed,
much quicker than he thought Dr. Gill had said it would take.  Once the
sensation that his prostate might burst had subsided, Cameron realized how
sensitive a place Dr. Gill was touching.  He thought he could feel each
individual stroke the doctor made on the gland.  As the finger increased
the pressure of its strokes, Cameron thought of the deep tissue massages he
occasionally got as an athlete, except this massage was happening someplace
deep inside his body, accessible only through his butt.  He yearned for the
doctor to knead it harder, to treat it like a stubborn knot in a muscle,
and he deliriously anticipated each stroke while the doctor patiently
prolonged the crescendo of pressure on the gland.  Each caress sent a
ripple of electricity from inside Cameron that traveled along his cock and
ended at Jeff's hand.  Waves of pleasure coasted through his body,
overpowering him.  The only reality was prostate and dick, an axis of
pleasure with Dr. Gill's finger at one end and the team captain's hand at
the other.
       He suddenly became aware of the rest of his body again when he
realized Jeff was playing with one of his nipples.  He was alternating
between pinching it lightly and rubbing the nub with his finger.  Jeff had
gone for broke.  If Cameron had noticed his erection pressing against his
arm and reacted badly, Jeff could have passed it off as accidental contact.
But playing with his nipple couldn't be passed off as an accident.  He
looked at his naked teammate, whose meat he was stroking with one hand and
whose nipple he was pinching with the other.  Your move, Cameron.
       Cameron looked up at his captain, glanced at his chest, and grinned
vaguely.  "Ohh... yeah..." he whispered.  Jeff smiled in relief, and he
rubbed his bulge into Cameron's arm again.  Again, there was no reaction,
but Jeff didn't care.  His hands were all over his teammate's body, and
Cameron loved it.  That was enough.
       "Now then, how are you doing?" asked Dr. Gill.  Cameron nodded at
the doctor and smiled – he didn't really need to say he was enjoying
himself.  "I'm going to increase pressure on your prostate with another
finger, alright?  Try to relax."
       Jeff watched in fascination as another of Dr. Gill's digits
disappeared into Cameron's slick hole.  He wondered what it would feel like
to get in there, at first with his fingers, but then with his cock.  My
dick is pretty thick, he mused.  Could Cameron handle it?  The naked blond
sighed as he adjusted to the new feeling, but as Dr. Gill began stroking
the gland with both fingers, the sighs quickly turned to groans of
pleasure.
       "Oh God!  Ungghhh..."
       I wonder if I could make you feel as good with my dick, Jeff
thought.  Cameron's meat seemed to pulsate in Jeff's hand as he stroked it,
and it suddenly felt slicker.  Jeff looked at the member and realized it
was leaking precum.  His other hand left Cameron's nipple and began playing
with the precum, drawing long, gooey strings from the slit of Cameron's
head.  "Dude... this is wild!"  Cameron smiled back through his delirium.
       "Good," said Dr. Gill approvingly, staring down his nose detachedly
at the oozing cockhead.  "That's what we want to see."  His eyes returned
to Cameron's butthole.
       The cockhead leaked so profusely that fluid was dribbling down all
sides of Cameron's prick.  Jeff began rubbing it into the cockhead,
lubricating his fingers with Cameron's juice.  He was now using both his
hands to pleasure Cameron's manhood, one stroking the shaft and the other
rubbing his slit.  Cameron started grunting at the friction on his head.
He stared at Jeff with an expression that betrayed the physical intensity
he was feeling, and Jeff knew he wanted more.  He began to press harder
with his finger, opening Cameron's pee slit further and almost putting his
finger inside the head.  It was driving Cameron wild, and he started moving
his hips for the first time, slowly fucking Jeff's hands in an attempt to
increase the friction on his prick.  Yeah, you little stud, Jeff thought.
Thrust it, man.
       Dr. Gill observed this with a discrete amusement.  He continued
pressing on Cameron's prostate, sending further eruptions of fluid out the
top of his cock, where they were being spread all over by Jeff's
manipulations.  It was making a mess, collecting in a small pool on
Cameron's abs and dribbling down the crevices on either side of Cameron's
nutsac.  He knew there would be fluid trapped inside the gland, but he was
surprised at just how much he was milking out of the boy.  He began
pressing into the prostate directly to push the last of it out.
       "Oh GOD!!" Cameron gasped.  He stopped thrusting into Jeff's hands
and his butt slapped down on the examining table with a thud.  He bolted up
from his reclining position, sitting on Dr. Gill's hand and trapping it
under his butt.  The doctor gasped in surprise that Cameron had suddenly
sprung to life.  He tried to move his hand but found it immobilized, and
his fingers were stuck pressing firmly into the boy's prostate.  He felt
the gland becoming hard inside the boy's rectum and knew he was close to
coming.  "Aauunngghhh..." Cameron's eyes rolled back in his head.
       Jeff knew Cameron was coming too, and he handled the cock roughly to
make him come harder.  He stroked his buddy's prick with both hands,
twisting one hand around the head, slipping his hands over the cock through
a thick mess of lube and precum.
       "Aww shit!  AWW SHIT!!!" Cameron screamed.  A geyser of cream
erupted out of Cameron's cock and landed on his chest, right in the valley
between his broad pecs.  Jeff kept stroking him furiously.  "FUCK!!
FUCK!!"  Another spurt shot as far as his left shoulder, but the next one
spattered against the palm of Jeff's hand just as it came done for another
stroke.  The next several contractions were less intense, but each one
forced more of his juices out from deep inside his body through his cock.
Cameron was shaking, experiencing the most powerful orgasm he'd ever had.
He had no idea his body could feel like this, but it felt completely
natural and right.
       Dr. Gill waited until Cameron's shuddering subsided before he
carefully withdrew his fingers from the boy's ass.  Regaining his air of
dignity, he pulled the glove off his hand and said, "Well, I don't think we
need to ask how you're feeling now."
       "I'm good...  I'm..." Cameron panted.
       The doctor turned to Coach Macleod.  "He should be fine.  There's no
more swelling in there for now."  He turned back to Cameron and gently
caressed the blond's ballsac.  "But you should take some
anti-inflammatories for your testicles, and put some ice on them if you
want.  And if you start to feel any internal swelling again, come see me at
once, alright?  We may need to do this again."
       Coach Macleod put a hand on Cameron's shoulder.  "You did good, son.
You too, Jeff."
       "Yes," added Dr. Gill, zipping up his bag.  "Thank-you for your
help, Jeff."
       "Yeah, uh... don't mention it," Jeff said.  He had let go of
Cameron's dick, but both it and his hands were covered in a thick, sticky
goo of lube and sperm.  He looked around for a towel.
       "You boys better get to the showers," said Coach Macleod.  "Fourth
quarter's almost over.  I need to be getting back out to the game."
       The coach and the doctor marched out of the office, leaving the two
boys alone.  His mind-blowing orgasm over, Cameron suddenly felt vulnerable
again as he realized he was lying naked in front of his team captain
covered in spooge and lube.  He laughed awkwardly to cover his
embarrassment.
       "Dude, uhm...  I can't believe I just nutted all over myself like
that in front of you!"
       Jeff looked away shyly.  "Uh, yeah.  I mean, like Coach said, it was
for your own good."
       "Yeah, but..."  Cameron grabbed Jeff's arm, and Jeff looked him in
the eye.  "I'm kind of glad it was in front of you, and not anyone else on
the team.  Thanks, man."
       Jeff smiled.  "Hey!  You got it, buddy!"  He slapped Cameron on the
shoulder, but instantly realized he had covered it with the sticky goo.
"Oh shit!  Where's a towel...?"
       Cameron laughed nervously at the situation.  Then Jeff laughed too,
which seemed to break the ice, and they both started laughing at
themselves.  Jeff found a towel hanging over the back of a chair in the
office, wiped his hands on it, and threw it in Cameron's face.  The naked
blond was still laughing as he wiped himself off.  "We better get to the
showers."
       "Uh, man," said Jeff.  "About what Dr. Gill said..."
       "What?"
       "Well, if you, like... need help again with that, lemme know."  He
looked at Cameron, to make sure he understood.  "Since I've seen how it's
done, you know..."
       Cameron smiled.  "Thanks, dude," he said softly.  "I –"
       At that moment, they both heard the locker room door fly open, and a
team of rowdy boys came running in hooting and hollering.  Jeff and Cameron
came to the door of Coach Macleod's office to see the commotion.
       "What happened?" Jeff asked no one in particular.  "Did we win?"
       Chris ran up to them.  "Aw yeah, baby!  We won all right, 2-0!
You're a hero, Cameron!"  Cameron beamed at Jeff.  "Hey, dude!  You're
naked!"  Chris playfully bent down to peer at Cameron's genitals.  "How're
your boys doin'?"
       "Yeah yeah yeah, knock it off!"  Jeff pushed Chris away from
Cameron.  He wondered if Chris had any idea how much he had been staring at
Cameron's cock for the last ten minutes, and he now felt oddly protective
of the most intimate parts of Cameron's body.  Chris laughed as he walked
away, but Jeff called after him.  "Hey!  You guys get Weitzel?"
       Chris turned back and said softly, "Well yeah.  Don't say anything
to Coach, but we kicked him from behind in the nads a few times, and right
before the final whistle, I grabbed him hard and didn't let go.  I think we
got him good!"
       Jeff nodded approvingly.  "Good work."
       "Hey, you're the captain!  Orders are orders!" Chris said as he
headed to the shower.
       The team had wandered away, leaving Jeff and Cameron in the door of
the office.  An awkward silence fell on them for a moment, but Cameron
broke it.  "So yeah, like I was saying, if I need your help again..."
       Jeff smiled at him.  "Cool.  You can count on me.  And this is just
between us."
       But Cameron wasn't about to leave it at that.  "But uh, dude, if you
help me, I don't want you to use your hands like Dr. Gill did."
       "Whadya mean?"
       "You got something else that can help me... that could really
relieve the pressure."
       What did he mean?  "Oh yeah?  You think I got something?"
       "When we were in there," Cameron said looking at the examining table
in the office, "I felt it on my arm."
       Jeff grinned from ear to ear.  Yeah, you noticed my hard-on, he
thought.  "What do you want me to do with it?" he asked with a glint in his
eye.
       "Well, you know what I always say in the pool?"
       "What?"  Jeff watched with surprise as Cameron stepped toward him,
pressing his body against Jeff's.  He felt Cameron's breath on his neck,
Cameron's chest against his chest, and even Cameron's bare dick against his
thigh.  Then he felt Cameron's hand grab him through his Speedo.
       "Let's bring this thing home," Cameron whispered into his ear.
       Jeff's Speedo started to feel tight again.