Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2003 06:58:31 +0000
From: Ryan McGrady <ryanmcg97@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Freshman Series-Part 12

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parts are completely fictional and similarity to any person, living or dead,
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The Freshman, Part 12

That lunch hour passed slowly as I sat and stared blankly at my food, not
able to actually eat any of it. I thought long and hard about my
predicament and came to the conclusion that I had serious issues. I mean
what kind of screwed up person gets himself into a situation like this? So
there I sat, alone, with my elbows on the cold stone table, supporting my
head with my hands.

"Hey!" a voice called out, bringing me back to the depressing realm of
reality. I blinked a few times and focused on the person standing on the
other side of the table from me, waving a hand in front of my face.

"Huh?" I asked, still coming out of me daze. I blinked a few more times and
then I recognized the face of the boy standing before me.

"Didn't you hear the bell?" Nate Andersen asked me. "It rang five minutes
ago. You only have a few minutes to get to class," he said in his
not-quite-out-of-boyhood voice.

"The bell?" I repeated questioningly as I glanced quickly at my watch. Sure
enough, I had exactly a minute and a half to get to my next class. "Shit!"
I gasped as I jumped up, grabbed my backpack and started sprinting across
campus. Then I remembered Nate. I turned round, still trotting backwards
and waved to him. "Thanks man, I owe you one!" Nate smiled, waved back and
then trotted casually toward the science building.

The bell sounded just as I was reaching for the doorknob to Mr. Ellworth's
classroom. I quickly ducked inside and hurried to my seat.  I got stern
look from Mr. Ellsworth, his warning to me not to cut it so close again. I
took my seat and sighed deeply as I set my backpack down and pulled out my
textbook. Even the oh-so-thrilling events of The Great Depression couldn't
keep my attention from wandering to Ryan, Jed and the others. Despite
feeling hopelessly trapped in a situation I had mixed feelings about, my
little trooper was at full attention inside my Calvin's.  As images of
sexual acts flashed in my mind's eye, along with the various faces of
football jocks, I suddenly flashed onto Nate Andersen's face.

I'd known Nate informally since the early days of junior high. We had the
same English class our first year. We never hung out, but we gave each
other a 'hey' when we passed in the halls. We were the same age and the
same height.  Thinking a little more about him, he was actually pretty
cute. He had a great, boyishly cute smile framed by small, rosy lips,
medium length light brown hair with natural blonde highlights that was
always neatly tussled and hazel-gray eyes completing his perfectly boyish
looks. More blood rushed to my already swollen head (not the one on my
shoulders) as I mentally undressed Nate. I imagined him to have a lithe
body, not unlike mine, with pristine white skin like his delicate face. As
my mind lowers his boxers, I saw a healthy ten-inch flap of skin dangling
deliciously between his smooth, creamy thighs.

Another deep sigh and I was back in my dull History class.  I glanced at
the clock and was relieved to find I only had 30 more seconds of the Dust
Bowl lecture before class ended. I made a conscience effort to try to
reduce my boner as I packed my textbook and notes away before getting up
from my desk. Of course my dick wasn't having any of that. So I walked to
6th period with my hands in my pant pockets to hide the tenting of my
trousers.

My condition failed to improve that last hour of school as I sat in my
Science class mindlessly memorizing the periodic table. But as the end of
the day approached, I could feel my blood pressure rise significantly. I
became somewhat light-headed at my locker as I packed my bag for the
evening's homework just thinking about what was about to take place. My
heart beat like a rabbit's being chased by a wolf. I was still hard as a
rock, however, and my hole was beginning to twitch in anticipation of the
attention it would soon be receiving. I closed my eyes to steady myself and
took a long, deep breath. I opened my eyes as I slammed my locker closed
and nearly jumped out of my Keds.

"Hey Josh," he said.

Nate Andersen was standing behind my locker so that I couldn't see him
while it was open.

"Holy shit!" I blurted out. "What the fuck, Nate? You scared the shit outta
me!"

Nate just flashed his impish smile at me and offered a "sorry."  I think he
enjoyed catching me off guard like he did. He just smiled while I caught my
breath.

"What's up?" I asked finally.

"I was wondering if you wanted work together on our projects for
Mr. Laxon's class."

Mr. Laxon was my Science teacher. We had a pretty large project due in a
couple of weeks, but Nate wasn't in my Science class. He must have seen the
confusion on my face.

"I have Mr. Laxon 5th period. I see you going to his class after mine. He
says we can work with partners on our projects. I asked and he said it was
cool with him to work on it with someone in one of his other classes."

"Oh," I said. I had no idea what I was going to do for my project. Hadn't
even thought about it yet. After all, I still had two weeks.  But I
remember Nate as being a pretty smart kid in junior high and if he wanted
to partner up, I thought why the hell not.

"Sure dude. Sounds good to me," I replied.

"Wanna go to the library with me today and get started.  I have some really
good ideas..." Nate started in.

"I can't," I interrupted. "I have, um... stuff to do today. Maybe this
weekend huh?"

"Oh," he said with a near dejected tone in his voice. "Ok."

I pulled a scrap of paper out of my backpack and quickly scribbled my phone
number on it. "Here's my number. Give me a buzz tonight and we can talk
about it then.  I have to get going right now."

His face perked up a bit as he quickly plucked the scrap from my
fingers. He looked me in the eyes and smiled again. "Ok," he said.

"Talk to you tonight," I said as I started walking toward my destiny.

"See ya," he said and was gone.

I walked out the gates at the back of campus leading to the athletic fields
via the student parking lot. I could hear the clacking of plastic-clad
warriors practicing their battle march over and over with their cruel
masters berating them verbally and with the shrill sounds of their
whistles. It would be another hour and a half before my own personal
punishment would begin and I had no desire this day to sit atop my hill and
await my fate. So I headed in the opposite direction.

I walked in no particular direction. I was barely aware of which streets I
aimlessly turned down. Eventually I wandered past my former junior high
school. I recalled fondly the time I spent there and it soothed my pain,
distracting me for the moment. I wandered around the block and behind the
campus to where I expected to find junior gladiators participating in their
endless drills. The fields were alive with activity except for one
area. The soccer fields used for practice were completely devoid of any
youngster, coach or assistant.

I glanced at my watch. Only four o'clock; they should have been there in
the midst of practice. I scanned the entire area and found
nothing. Although my horny little mind conjured up images of a team orgy
taking place in the locker room reminiscent of my dream, I concluded that
perhaps a more likely scenario was that they were on an off-campus run for
training. But the seed of youthful, athletic bodies writhing passionately
in a locker room setting had been planted and it eventually grew past
fantasy and rooted itself into reality.  Soon a very similar scene would
play itself out a few blocks away with me as the star. I had to adjust
myself as my passion began to widen. A desire suddenly started to creep
over the whole of my body. I felt a deep longing in the recesses of bottom
and I could feel my anal muscles twitch in time with the beating of my
heart, which had started to thump louder in my chest.


I continued my stroll, this time with direction and purpose. I blocked out
all doubt and self-loathing and replaced it completely with desire. A
desire to please; a desire to be pleased. Soon I was back to the origin of
my short trek around town. This time I could think of no other place I'd
rather be at that moment. My heart felt as if it would beat it's way out of
my body via my throat. I was nervous, no doubt about that. But I was also
excited. I knew that I was about to take the primmest cuts of masculinity
my school had to offer to new heights of sexual lust. They, in return,
would provide the same service for my wanton body. For a time, however
short it be, they would love me. If not emotionally, physically. I would
see it on their contorted faces as they released the symbol of their love
deep into the recesses of my being; would feel it as their desire swelled
within; would taste and smell the sexual energy sizzling around us; would
hear it in their passionate grunting and groaning as they use my humble
body to bring themselves to the verge of sexual ecstasy and then thrust
them beyond into blissful nirvana.

Oh, yes. Make no mistake, I was now wholeheartedly committed without a
shred of reluctance or apprehension.

Feeling bold and more alive than I had in weeks, I thrust my way through
the door leading into the locker room; my throbbing hardon leading the
way. The intoxicating smell of male adolescence danced around in my nose,
adding to my hardened state. I closed my eyes and breathed deep, taking in
the musky aroma and listening to the silence. Opening my eyes, I scanned my
sexual chamber. Where would be the location of my imminent fucking? I
walked past the rows of lockers, scanning the viable locations. Passing by
the second to last row, I spotted a locker slightly ajar. I briskly
skittered down the isle to the locker. I reached out and with a metallic
squeal from the rusted hinges, I carefully swung the door open and peered
inside.

Hanging neatly on the hooks inside were a pair of blue jeans, a button-up
collared shirt and white t-shirt.  Resting at the foot of the locker was a
pair of suede hiking boots with a white crew sock draped across each
boot. I rose up on my tiptoes to see what lie on the shelf at the top of
the locker. I could see a variety of health and beauty products; deodorant,
soap, hairspray, athletic creams and ointments; and off to the right... a
nice white pair of Calvin Klein boxer-briefs. I quickly snatched them from
the shelf and brought them to my nose. The smell nearly sent me into a
coma. I took several deep breaths, enjoying the concentrated musky smell
I'd grown to love so much.

But I knew that it probably wouldn't be the best thing in the world if I
were caught here at this moment, so I stuffed the undergarments back into
place and gently closed the door. But as the concentrated smell lingered in
my nostrils, thoughts of a previous encounter flooded into my mind. There
was a place in this very locker room that had this smell in abundance.

I checked my watch; 4:55. Five more minutes. But where was Jed? He normally
was in here by quarter to five. No matter, I had plenty of other willing
beasts that wanted to taste my flesh. I quickly trotted down the row toward
the showers, then to the right and followed the walkway paralleling the
showers to the equipment room. I checked the knob, which turned easily in
my hand.  Good, not locked. I swung the door open and stepped inside. The
concentrated scent built up from having so much sweaty equipment and
clothing in a sealed room made it thick and overpowering. Most, I would
presume, would find this odor painfully pungent, but to me it was the
ultimate in erection building.  I was getting light headed from the
anticipation spreading over my young body.

I tossed my backpack into a corner and shuffled to the pile of uniforms,
jock straps and towels heaped in the center of the room and let myself fall
backwards into it. I grabbed two fistfuls of soiled clothing and brought
them to my waiting nose. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander.

The silence that filled the locker room was violently broken by the sound
of the double door entrance being thrust open, followed by the sounds of
cleated feet trotting across concrete floor and metal lockers being thrust
open. Accompanying those noises was the din of many voices chatting loudly
in their husky, yet distinctly adolescent tones. My dick throbbed heavily
in my pants. It was time at last.

My heart was beating wildly in my chest and my palms were moist. I was so
excited, yet nervous as all get out, and realized that I had no idea how to
proceed. That's when I heard a voice above the din call out, "Hey, where's
our faggot?" The owner of the voice was not far from the equipment room. I
tentatively walked to the doorway and peered into the locker room. Standing
there in the first row of lockers were five handsome jocks, but I knew
instantly who had called for me.

"You lookin' for me?" I said, just above a whisper. Toby Watkins turned and
looked me dead in the face, an evil grin sweeping across his.

"Well, well, well. Just what the doctor ordered," he said to me while
rubbing his crotch.  "Glad you could make it." He reached under his
practice jersey, unbuckled the straps on his shoulder pads, pulled them off
over his head and set them aside. He wore a sweat-drenched gray t-shirt
that had both sleeves and lower third cut off, displaying nicely his meaty
arms and smooth abdominal muscles. "Oh yeah. Been waiting for this all
frickin' day," he growled as he stepped toward me, the same wicked smile
creasing his face.

I smiled and crept backwards into the equipment room. He followed me in and
I motioned him to me. He stepped right up within inches of my trembling
body. I looked up into his dark blue eyes and licked my lips.

"Yeah, that's right," he whispered. "Go to town cocksucker." His meaty arm
closed the short gap between us and his placed the palm of his hand on my
chest and pushed me back onto the pile of soiled athletic garments. He
stepped forward and placed two cleated feet on either side of me and slowly
unbuckled the belt of his football pants, then untied the drawstrings. He
slid his hand into the waistband of jock and pulled out his hard gray
cup. He gave it a quick sniff and smiled. "Oh yeah, nice and ripe. Take a
whiff," he said and tossed it to me.

Without hesitation I brought is to my face and let it cover my nose as a
breathed in sharply, enjoying the bittersweet scent. When I looked back up,
Toby had his dick in his hand and was tugging at his low-hanging balls; he
had pulled his pants and jock down just far enough to let them hang
freely. I tossed the cup aside and he kneeled down over my chest, the hair
on his balls now gently brushing across my chin. I gave them a quick swipe
with my tongue, eliciting a sharp breath from Toby.

"Ummmm, nice," he purred, then grabbed the back of my head with his left
hand and firmly gripped his rock-hard, seven-inch pole with his
right. "Open up Joshy-boy," he said as his pulled my head forward and
thrust his dick between my lips. I gagged almost instantly as his head
quickly found my tonsils, but he didn't pull back. Instead he pressed
further down my throat. I tried to relax and accept the sudden invader, but
I panicked. I couldn't breathe. My arms gripped his wet t-shirt and I
begged him to stop, but all that I could articulate were guttural grunts
and whimpers. I could feel the tears forming in the corners of my eyes
release and slide down my panic-stricken cheeks.  He eased his throbbing
tool back a bit and I breathed deeply in through my nose, then he pressed
forward again. I was ready this time and relaxed my throat and extended my
tongue as the head easily slipped past my tonsils.

"Yeah, that's it bitch," he groaned above me. He let go of his dick as my
nose was pressed firmly into his public hair. Toby gripped my head firmly
with both hands and slowly pulled his dick back. Just as the head was
leaving my throat, he quickly thrust back in, slamming my nose into his
lower abdomen. He repeated this five more time, each time slamming into me
with more force. I thought for sure he would break my nose if this kept up,
which luckily it didn't. Instead he started fucking my face rapidly, taking
smaller strokes and not bottoming out completely. I looked up into his
face, his eyes clenched shut and his forehead creased slightly, but an
overall content look on his face and soft grunts escaping his lips with
every thrust into my throat.

At that moment, I felt a hand sweep across my crotch. Two hands gripped the
front of my jeans and pulled at the button. It popped without resistance
and I could feel my zipper descended freely as the two halves were pulled
apart. Toby's thrusts continued as I felt the hands grip my jeans on either
side and began pulling them down along with my boxers, but my extremely
erect penis got hooked in the waistband of my boxers. A warm hand gripped
my dick and moved it free of the entanglement.  He gave it a squeeze and I
could feel a large dollop of precum flow from the tip and slide down the
backside of my erectness down to my balls. I whimpered slightly and then my
dick was released, slamming hard onto my shirt-covered stomach. My shoes
were removed one at a time, along with my socks and then my pants were
jerked free of my legs followed by my boxers, all the while Toby continued
his assault on my throat without missing a stroke.

My legs were gently pulled apart and I could feel the pile of clothes shift
with the weight of a new body. Two hands swept up my thighs and gripped
each leg at the knee and gently pushed them farther apart and up toward my
head, exposing my pulsating anus to the cool, damp locker room air. When he
had me stretched out to his liking, his hands released their grip and I was
on my own to hold this pose. I could barely make out the sound of a plastic
flip-top cap being popped open from behind Toby. I focused my attention
behind the boy furiously fucking my mouth and heard the splatter sounds of
a air escaping with gel or cream being squeezed from a tube, then the
'click' of the plastic flip cap being closed. I could feel the kneeling
person as he moved around a bit, then I could make out the nearly inaudible
'squish squish' sounds of a lubricated hardon being stroked. Seconds later
the hands were back on my legs, pushing me open just a bit more as he moved
in closer, his bare thighs rubbing against my own. My heart was beating
rapidly and Toby continued his relentless and rhythmic pounding of my
mouth.

One hand left my right leg and slid down to my own erection and wrapped
it's slick fist around it and squeezed. I moan slightly, eliciting an "Oh,
fuck yeah," to gently escape Toby's lips. The hand squeezed again and
stroked up. I could feel a stream of precum escape my dick and start to run
down the backside toward my aching balls. The hand let go of my erection
and ran a finger from my balls up along the length of my cock, collecting
the drool I had just produced. Seconds later the finger was at my throbbing
hole and gently rubbed the slick bodily fluid around my opening, then
pressed firmly into my love tunnel. I grunted again around Toby's member
and he moaned even more. A second finger invaded my tight hole and prodded
around sharply in a rapid in-out motion. The other hand released my left
leg and I felt him move in closer. I heard a few more 'squish squish'
sounds and then felt the warm head of his erection touch my hole next to
his fingers, still wriggling inside me. I could feel him guiding his pole
into my hole and as his crown began to sneak past my seal, he gently slid
his fingers free and gave one sharp push with his hips.

"UHHHH!" I grunted loudly around Toby's prick as the head of a sizeable
penis broke past my sphincter. The vibrations from my throat were obviously
working their way through Toby's dick in a good way. He grunted and moaned
deeply and his shoulders hunched just slightly. The hands were back, this
time grasping me by the ankles and his full weight was leaning into me. My
breathing was shallow and rapid, knowing the mystery boy would be pressing
more of his girth into me at any moment. I didn't have to wait long.


"Uhhhhhmmmmmm," I groaned again, long and hard, as he slowly, yet firmly
pushed deeper into my bowels, stretching my wide open until I could feel
his wiry pubic hair tickling my balls. Toby whimpered above me and grasped
onto my ears tightly as his pacing became more erratic and the thrusts came
quicker. The boy on the other side of Toby didn't waste any time and was
now rhythmically pounding into my tight ass. I could feel that he wasn't
all that big, but each thrust would elicit a grunt or groan from my throat,
sending soft and sensual shockwaves through to Toby's pulsating member
still pounding away at my mouth. I couldn't hear much with Toby's hands
gripping my ears, but I could make out the double grunting of two boys
making love to me and some other masculine voices now entering the room, no
doubt commenting on the scene in front of them and eagerly anticipating
their own turn.

Toby's pounding was speeding up and his dick was swelling in my throat, a
near constant stream of precum dripping on my pallet. The boy behind him
was leaning heavily into me, stretching my legs uncomfortably apart and
pushing them at the same time toward the ground. He, too, was pounding me
hard and fast. Toby's grip on my ears tightened and his balls jumped off my
chin and pulled up tight against his body. Every muscle in his body
tensed. Seconds later my mouth was flooded with thin, watery cum. The first
shot was like a bullet to the back of my throat, nearly chocking me.  The
remainder of his orgasm simple trickled from the tip and flooded my
mouth. Toby tensed and held my head still on his pulsing organ and I kept
my lips tight and suction firm as wave after wave rocked his tensed
body. He was breathing heavily and whimpered slightly with each exhale.

Meanwhile, just as Toby's cum started to flood my mouth, I felt the boy
fucking me suddenly tense and give my ass one final hard thrust. Although I
couldn't feel it, I could hear the telltale grunting and groaning of a boy
experiencing an orgasm. I flexed my anal muscles and tried to milk him for
all he was worth. Toby was still enjoying his post-orgasm when the other
boy quickly pulled his still erect penis from my ass. He let my legs fall
freely back down, but another boy was there to take his place. My stiff
legs were again hoisted and spread. This boy was wasting no time with
pleasantries and simple slide his hard member deep into my pre-slicked
hole. He was slightly bigger than the previous boy and I could feel his
hardness reaching deeper inside me and stretching me even wider.

As he began his steady rhythmic assault of my ass, Toby's post orgasmic
bliss was coming to an end. His grip eased on my ears, and my grip on his
organ also loosened. He was going soft and his breathing was returning to
normal. He jerked his semi-hardon from my lips with a pop, tussled my hair
a bit and shuffled forward over my head, then stood and pulled his pants
back up before leaving. I could now see who was taking advantage of my
bottom and the other jocks waiting in line to use me. Currently I had Brett
Foster in me and as soon as Toby cleared the way, Brett leaned into me even
more. My legs were draped over his shoulders and as he leaned forward, my
ass rolled up toward his invading prick as he stretched my tender hole
further. His face was mere inches from mine and sweat beads were now
dripping from his helmet-matted hair. His strong, well-defined arms were
tense and his hands made fists on either side of my body, supporting his
weight. Several more strokes and I could feel his full balls unleashed
their torrent through his dick into my love tunnel. Brett slowed his
thrusting, but didn't stop as wave after wave of pleasure cascaded through
his taut body. He gave a dozen or so more strokes to my ass, then pulled
out.

Brett said nothing as he rolled off me, used my boxers to clean the love
from his dick, stood and walked out, passing Garret Ross. Garret was
wearing only a white towel around his waist, but clearly had not showered
yet. Dingy sweat still clung to his body and his hair was wet and matted
across his forehead. Garret stepped forward and with one hand, removed his
towel and tossed it to the side. Garret had definitely grown since 8th
grade. When last I had the privilege of gazing at his naked form, he was
hairless and only about four or five inches. Of course that was flaccid,
but now he was considerably larger erect. The thick and veiny erection
before me now was at least eight inches in length and surrounded by a thick
patch of short and curlies that sprawled half way up his abdomen.  His
balls were also thick and bulbous, but weren't really low hanging. I looked
into his face and smiled, one that was not returned. He kept a serious look
on his face as he kneeled between my stretched little legs. I spread them
wider for him as he gripped his hardon and grabbed my boxers, using them to
wipe some of the cum that must have been leaking from my hole.  After
tossing my boxers aside, he positioned his dick at the entrance to my body
and took hold of my ankles, spreading me wider. He adjusted his dick's
position one last time, then pressed slowly in. He was a lot thicker than
the previous two and it hurt slightly as he stretched me open wide. My eyes
clenched themselves shut and I let out a deep grunt as he gave a short
push, sending his thick head past my sphincter.

"Oh fuck yeah," he grunted and leaned his full weight into me; his thick,
long pole slowly sliding its way deeper into me until I felt his soft,
bristly pubic hair brushing against my hairless, super sensitive little
balls. As he bottomed out, he held it there and felt my muscles contracting
around he huge invader. Then slowly, he pulled back and came back down with
a mighty thrust, forcing a loud "UH!" to escape my wide-open mouth. Again,
he pulled back slowly and shoved down as hard as he could into me, again
causing me to grunt loudly. He held it deep inside me again and I could
feel his member actually throbbing from within me, sending rhythmic
shockwaves across my prostate. I opened my eyes and looked down at my own
erection. With every pulse Garret's cock took within me, my own cock would
jump. This was a new feeling for me and I loved the fuck out of it. My
hands found their way to Garret's muscular back and my nails dug in to the
tender skin.

I moaned deeply as he began his slow pumping of my ass. "Oh fuck! YES!" I
yelled as I felt him pause slightly with every thrust and his dick would
pulsate on my prostate. Over and over again, his dick penetrated the
deepest depths of my being and each time would find that magical spot
behind my balls. It was almost more than I could stand and I had to bite my
lip to keep from screaming my head off. His thrusting gradually picked up
pace and he was now fucking me with blinding speed, pushing my body deeper
into the pile of clothes. I looked up and his eyes were closed with a deep
in concentration look on his face. His beefy pole was still rubbing my
prostate to new sexual heights. I clawed my tiny hands deeper into his back
as he grunted and growled with every thrust. He gave one last violent push
and held it as his dick swelled even more and cum began pouring from the
end, searing my bowels with the white-hot liquid. I could count every shot
he made; one, two, three large blast; four, five, six and seven even larger
blast, each one accompanied by the same pulsation against my tender hot
spot. With the eighth blast he sent me over the edge.  Every muscle in my
body contracted and suddenly focused all the tension straight to my
balls. I could literally feel the cum quickly rise from their factory, up
through my painfully erect penis to shoot violently from the end like a
mighty geyser!

I groaned loudly and I could feel my ass muscles seize around the sizeable
sausage inside me, milking it for every last drop of semen. Garret
whimpered a few more times as our orgasms were shared and I could feel five
more shots being fired into my bowels. I never wanted this feeling to end,
but like all good things, it did. We both began to relax and I could feel
his mighty member begin to deflate as we both panted heavily trying to
regain our breath. I released my death grip on his back and he pulled back
to a kneeling position and carefully slid his still pulsating prick from my
burning hole. His torso from his pubic hair up to his pecs was drenched
with my cum as was the t-shirt I was wearing.

"Wow," Garret said, still panting slightly. I just smiled back at him and
gave a little nod of my head.

"Are you done now?" a voice said behind Garret. "Fuck, we don't have all
day," the next boy in line said as he placed his hand on Garret's shoulder
to move him out of the way. It was the fat fuck Bobby Jenkins. "Ah, fuck!"
he exclaimed seeing the mess of cum covering the both of us. "Dirty
faggot," he added with contempt.

Garret rolled his eyes and stood up, grabbing my boxers and using them to
clean his chest. Bobby opened the front of his grungy football pants and
pulled out his rather small tool. He licked his right hand then started to
stroke his limp penis.

"Don't fuckin' look at me queer!" he barked. He grabbed my left side and
rolled me over. "Up on your knees," he commanded and I complied. He dropped
to his knees behind me and shoved his dick hard into my ass. He had to keep
a grip on his member as he started to fuck me; no doubt he was having
erection difficulty. But after a dozen pumps, he let go and leaned in over
my back with his chubby arms flanking my body for support. He was breathing
deep and grunting like a pig with every thrust he made. I could barely feel
his presence inside me, but I was aware of his sweaty flab rubbing across
my back as he pumped. For the first time in my short sexual existence, I
felt dirty having sex. It was nasty having this fat porker rutting me like
some common farm animal. I closed my eyes and imagined myself in a
different place.

I turned my attention to the sounds happening around me, trying hard to
block out the guttural groaning of the filthy beast mounting me. I could
hear the idle conversation from the jocks waiting their turn, the squeaking
sounds of rusted hinges of the lockers, the occasional clang of something
heavy being tossed to the back of a locker, laugher and raised voice of
boys and their bravado. Then I heard the showers come to life, which drown
out most of the sounds coming from the locker room. That's when I heard
it. It sounded like heavy breathing, but it wasn't coming from Bobby or
myself. I listened closer and I heard it again, barely audible. I opened my
eyes and glanced to my left, the direction I thought the sounds wear
coming. I didn't see anything except the two rows of floor-to-ceiling racks
housing miscellaneous equipment. I focused my attention again to listening
for that sound, but was interrupted when someone called out, "Hurry up
Bobby! For Christ's sake, we'd like a chance sometime tonight!"

"Fuck off dickhead," Bobby growled back. But he picked up the pace a bit,
his lard slapping against my ass. I tried to listen to again for the
breathing sounds, but all I could hear was the 'slap, slap, slap' of his
body fat echoing through the room. His breathing was getting faster and his
body was one ball of chicken sweat, greasing my back. His trusting was
starting to get uncomfortable when he finally pushed deep into me and let
out a high-pitched grunt. I made no effort to help him with his orgasm like
I had with the previous guys. I just held still and waited for it all to be
over, which was only a few seconds.

"Ok, you had yer nut. Now it's our turn," I juvenile sounding voice
said. "We aint got all day," he added. I looked over my shoulder as Robby
Williams was pawing at Bobby's shoulder, pulling his flabby body off
me. Robby was completely naked and hard as a rock. His pubic hair was
neatly trimmed, making his beautiful erection look absolutely gorgeous. He
wasn't the longest or the thickest I'd seen, an average six-seven inches,
but he was absolutely perfect. No scarring from his circumcision, no veins
bulging out, perfectly colored to match the rest of his body and a
perfectly shaped, pink mushroom head. My hardon instantly returned.

Robby was one of those ordinary looking guys. Not ugly, but not drop-dead
hot either. He's the type that would disappear easily into a crowd. But
that was with clothes on.  Naked, he was a sight to behold. He was about
six feet tall, around 145 pounds and every visible muscle on his body was
toned and well defined. He wasn't overly built, just well toned. His head
was buzzed to just blonde stubble and his eyes were a medium blue/gray. It
looked to me that he shaved nearly all the hair from his body; no facial
hair, chest hair, leg hair and no visible sign of underarm hair. His pubic
hair was trimmed to mere stubble and his nice round balls were always
devoid of body hair. His erection was standing straight up and pressed
firmly against his abdomen, something I'd never seen while I man was
standing up.

I rolled over onto my back again and pulled my legs back for him. After the
fat slob was out of the way, Robby carefully lowered himself down onto his
knees and took his steel-hard tool in his hand and stroked it gently. Then
he moved closer and began rubbing it up and down my gapping, cum dripping
hole, starting at my bright red balls, down past my hole, then back up
again. After six or seven times past, he let the tip of his mushroom head
slip inside me as he released his grip. He leaned his body over mine and
his fists came down on either side of my rib cage, his tight forearm
muscles rubbing up against my smooth torso.  He looked me deep in the eyes,
but did not push in any further than just the tip.

He smiled at me and whispered sensually, "How badly do you want this?" as
he twitched it slightly.

Without saying a word, I wrapped my legs around his lower back and pulled
myself up, forcing his dick to plunge easily into my ass.

"Mmmmmm," he mewed softly as his meat slide along the tender walls of my
anus. "I guess you really wanted it bad," he added with a smile. I eased my
legs muscles, lowering my body back down and letting his hardon retreat
some from my hole, then he pressed his hip forward and began his sensual
massage of my bowels. He was a gentle lover maker, but made sure he pressed
in completely with every in-motion. The way his incredibly stiff dick
pressed against his stomach was now pressing equally hard straight up into
my swollen and extremely sensitive prostate, driving me crazy. I hugged
onto his shoulders and pulled my back off the pile as he thrust into me. I
saw that his nipple were also incredibly erect. I couldn't help myself and
reached out my tongue, gently flicked his left nipple, then wrapped my lips
around it sucked hard.

"Ah, fuck," Robby grunted as his fuck-pace quickened. In a few seconds, he
was adding his love juice to my cum-filled canal. He groaned passionately
and gently rubbed his hardon back and forth inside me. Then he pulled out
quickly and I heard the wet 'slap' as his still very hard penis smacked
against his taut stomach. When he stood, I could see that he was as erect
as when he started. He grabbed a towel and walked out into the showers. I
watched his tight white ass as he strutted into the showers, tossed his
towel over the short wall and stepped under the water, washing away the
sweat built up from his activity here with me. I scanned the rest of the
showers, admiring the naked beauty under those heads.

I was lost in fantasy, but was brought back to the task at hand by Tommy
Madison when he dropped his weight hard onto my chest and started smacking
me in the face with his six-inch bald erection.

"Wake up fucker," he said to me. "You're not done yet."

Without hesitation, I grabbed hold of his pretty pink dick and slid it
straight into my mouth.

"Mmmmm, that's it," he moaned softly and began gently pumping my lips.

I reached around and firmly planted on my palms across his rock-solid ass
cheeks and pulled him deeper into my mouth. I got a good, up-close look of
his pubic area, which was shaved smooth and clean.

"Fuck, that's hot," a husky voice said.  I looked up and to the right and
saw that Drew Betzer was standing next to us, stroking his short, yet
incredibly thick bone, watching me deep throat his friend. I reached up and
took hold of his beefy member, my fingers only able to wrap halfway around
his girth. I squeezed and gently rubbed the skin up and down. "Mmmmm,
yeah," he sighed. He let me stroke him for a few more seconds then said,
"You want this in your tight little ass?"

I nodded my head as best I could with Tommy still gently pumping away in my
mouth. Drew backed away and I reluctantly released my grip. In a moment I
felt him between my legs, coaxing them open with his hands. Then I felt the
warmth of his impossibly fat mushroom head rubbing up and down my slick
crack, passing back and forth over my gapping hole. Then he stopped and
held his fat cock at my entrance and pushed slowly in. His monster began
stretching me to new limits, causing me to grunt firmly from the pain. The
oral vibrations must have been more than Tommy could take. His muscles
tightened causing his knees to crush my small rib cage together like a
hungry boa, squeezing the air from my lungs moments before his hard cock
began shooting it's load into my mouth. His body rocked with orgasmic
spasms and he was whimpering softly.  His back relaxed and he dropped to
his hands, forcing his erection deeper and deeper into my throat.

"Oh yeah, Tommyboy," Drew said, leaning over us both. "Feed him your cum."
Then he gave a swift thrust sending all five inches of beef into me,
splitting me open wider than I'd ever been.

"Mmmmphf!" I grunted and winched from the pain. The pain was loud in my
ears and intense enough to make me see stars. Tommy whimpered again and
three more small shoots of sperm spasmed free of his balls into my gullet.
Luckily Drew was kind enough to allow me time to adjust to his beast. The
pain slowly subsided and I could feel the gentle beating of his heart
through the throbbing of his cock. Tommy's orgasm has ended by now and his
dick was beginning to sag on my tongue. I sucked it hard one last time to
make sure I had every last drop of sweet nectar. The stimulation was a
little much for him to handle and he quickly slide his wet cock from my
lips. He held it there, dangling above my face for a few seconds, then sat
up, swung his leg over me and walked out, leaving me face-to-face now with
Drew.

He gave me a sideways grin as our eyes locked. I felt him pull back just a
bit, then slam his hips into mine. My eyes squinted shut from the sudden,
painful reminder of his prowess and a squeal escaped my lips. But it passed
quickly and I opened my eyes again.

"Doin' ok?" he whispered. I paused for a second, feeling the burning from
my anal ring diminishing, then nodded. Again, he pulled back slightly and
slammed his ramrod home. The pain returned; not as bad as before, but still
enough to force my eyes closed and my jaw to clench tight. My head flopped
to the side, trying to escape the pain.

"Looks like Tommy made a mess," Drew whispered. I was coming down from the
pain and opened my eyes. I looked back at him questioningly. "You have cum
running down your cheek little man," he explained. I reached up and dabbed
my finger to my cheek. Sure enough, a thick stream of white cream has
escaped my lips.

"Allow me," Drew whispered softly. He took my jaw firmly into his meaty
hand and turned my head to the side. At the same time, he pulled his dick
back about three inches, then started sinking it back into me
ever-so-slowly. The feeling was intensely pleasurable this time. As he was
sliding back in, he leaned forward and ran his tongue up the side of my
cheek in one fast stroke, collecting Tommy's cum on his pallet, then
released my face. I turned my head to look up at him with a shocked looked
on my face no doubt. His face was hovering a few inches above mine and he
simply winked at me and began to fuck my tender ass.

I let out a deep grunt each time he sunk is fat prick into me. I had never
to this point felt so stretched, but I was loving it. His thick cock head
pressed deep into my super-sensitive prostate with each thrust, pushing it
aside to make way for the rest of his meat and sending me into fits of
pleasure. I could feel my muscles clench and release around his cock with
each and every thrust, adding another dimension to his pleasure I'm sure
for it only took him a mere three minutes before he was blasting ropes of
thick cum into my well-stretched anus. It swelled to new girth as he
orgasmed, firmly pulsating on my prostate, sending me over the edge for the
second time in past 15 minutes. My dick was bobbing up and down and jerking
reflexively just before a long streak of thin, watery semen suddenly shot
like a bolt of lightening from the tip of my bright red head and splattered
in a straight line from Drew's belly button up between the valley between
his developed chest. Drew and I were locked in orgasmic bliss, our labored
breathing in tune with one another. But slowly the beast was receding as
our teamed climaxes were drawing to an end. Soon, he was pulling out,
leaving me with the most extreme feeling of emptiness of my life.

I was still trying to catch my breath when Jake Parker dropped to his knees
between my legs. He was still wearing his football pants and gray practice
t-shirt, soaked through with sweat. He quickly untied his pants and pushed
them down his legs a few inches. The head of his erect penis was poking out
through the elastic waistband of his jock strap. He slipped his fingers
into the waistband and stretched the fabric out, then down over his
average-looking seven-inch cock, to rest under his tight and hairless
scrotum. He grasped his erection in his fist and ran his finger up my crack
with the other hand.

"Uh!" he blurted out in disgust as he brought a thoroughly cum-coated hand
away from my crack. Reaching over, he grabbed my wet boxers lying next me
and wiped his hand clean on them, then ran the soiled cloth up and down my
ass a few times. Tossing my boxers aside, he moved his dick into position
and slipped his seven inches into me without the slightest resistance. It
felt good to have a hard cock back inside me and I let out a happy sigh as
Jake's tightly cropped pubic hair pressed into my recovering balls.

"Shut the fuck up queer," Jake snarled at me. "And don't fuckin' look at
me!" he added as he grabbed the end of my t-shirt and pulled it up over my
head. But he didn't remove it completely. Instead he held my wrists firmly
above my head with my t-shirt covering my face as he fucked me. Obviously
the comments I made to him and Brett in the men's room this morning had
them scared... or at least I hoped so. But it didn't matter right now. I
just closed my eyes and enjoyed the fast and furious fucking he was giving
me.  Again, it didn't last long.

Within a few minutes, Jake Parker pulled out and shot his load onto my
trembling belly. A minute after that, another boy was in me, then another
and another. In all, I serviced 25 of the finest studs around in only an
hour and fifteen minutes. As the line grew shorter, my body was practically
numb, my jaw ached badly and my ass muscles could no longer grip any
invading prick, no matter how hard I tried. I was stretched beyond belief
and I wondered if it would ever recover. I had been fucked in one orifice
or another by nearly the entire team, but hadn't seen Ed, Ryan or Jed.

Zach Wirth was the last of the horny little boys in line. His hefty eight
inches was the largest I'd had in me out of the past 10, but I could hardly
feel it. He pumped me like a well-oiled piston, but I felt nothing. I
focused on his chiseled physique as his muscles tightened and relaxed while
he fucked me. He was an incredibly perfect specimen of manhood, at least
teenage manhood. Watching him make love to me so perfectly made my sore
little dick stiffen once again. With every perfectly timed trust he made a
drop of clear fluid escaped my own dick, making a small puddle on my belly.
Zach's breathing was getting heavier and louder as he pumped faster and
faster. He was groaning slightly now as his strong arms wrapped around my
frail body and he pressed his heaving chest into mine. He bit his lip
sharply and pushed deep into my ass. I could feel his taut body trembling
against mine and he gripped me tightly and moaning and whimpered softly in
my ear as the sweat from our bodies mingled together.

But like the rest, it didn't last long. Zach Wirth eased his grip on my
body, pulled his semi-erect dick from my bowels and walked away. So there I
was; lying naked on a pile of dirty athletic gear, dried cum on my face, in
my hair and across my chest and abdomen. And although I couldn't feel it, I
knew there must have been a river of hot sticky semen pouring from my
anus. My cock was hard as a rock and still dripping clear precum. I wrapped
my palm loosely around and slid my hand up and down the tender
flesh. Within seconds, I was cumming again. Only a few small drops shot
from the end, but I enjoyed the electric pleasure coursing through my tired
body nonetheless. I laid there for a few more seconds, enjoying my
post-climax, then I propped myself up on my elbows and quickly scanned the
area for my clothes. My boxers were wadded into a crusty cum-soaked ball,
as was my t-shirt. I could see one of my socks draped over the side of the
laundry bin, but my shoes and pants were buried somewhere. That's when I
saw it.

It wasn't much, but I knew I saw a shadow move just on the other side of
the equipment rack. I had my mouth open to say something when a commotion
outside in the locker room caught my immediate attention. I looked over at
the entrance and saw AJ Sanders being forced into the room by Brett Foster
and Bobby Jenkins as the rest of the team egged him on. AJ was still
dripping wet from his shower and he was grasping a white towel wrapped
around his small waist.

"Come on little man," Brett laughed as he easily pushed the much smaller
boy into the room.


"It's ok guys, really," AJ's soft voice replied. "I don't really need to
right now."

"Whatever pee-wee," Bobby said and yanked the white towel free of AJ's
waist. He immediately threw both his hand over his privates, but I was able
to get a short glimpse of a very erect penis. Bobby and Brett gave him one
more shove, sending AJ stumbling toward me.

"I can't do it if you're all watching me," AJ replied, still trying
desperately to cover his hard member.

"Ok, ok," Brett said as he grabbed the door. "Have fun short stuff. You be
good to him," he added, looking right at me and shut the door.

"Hey," AJ said shyly.

"Hey," I replied with a smile. We stood there in silence for the next few
seconds. I was hungrily scanning his petite body as he fought to look at
anything else in the room besides me. His body was nearly as I had
fantasized in my dream the night before. His skin was flawless with just
the slightest honey tan covering his young, taut and developing
muscles. His tan was complete from head to toe, without the slightest sign
of a tan line. His body was shivering slightly, showing off his small,
tight muscles even better. Finally I moved closer to him on my knees and
gently placed my hands on his forearms. He jumped slightly as I made
contact, but he finally looked me in the eyes.

"It's ok," I soothed him. "How about we have a little fun," I said and
gently pulled his hands away from his crotch. I stared into the most
beautiful penis I had ever seen. It was a healthy six inches long and
proportionately thick. He was only partially erect and foreskin hugged the
contours of his perfectly flared head with just the tip exposed. Dangling
below were two medium sized ovals hanging loosely in a perfectly hairless
sack. There were just a few hairs growing at the base of his tender young
cock, the only hairs thus far to have grown on his young body.

"Mmmmm," I purred audibly. As I brought my face closer to his crotch, I ran
my hands up his wet torso to his small, erect nipples. He jumped again as I
pinched them lightly between my thumb and forefinger.

"Relax. It's all going to be ok," I said softy as I wrapped my small arms
around his body and hugged him at the waist, my face pressing into his
rock-hard abdomen. My hands danced playfully across his slick back and
eventually wandered down to his small, tight ass cheeks. As I finished my
hug, I squeezed the taut flesh firmly. I brought my hands around his small
waist and ran my fingers through his wet pubic hair. It was downy soft and
had not yet started to curl. With my other hand, I softly ran my fingers
under his low-hanging sack. As I stroked his balls back gently, his cock
stiffened before my face and the head swelled within its foreskin.

I moved my face closer and extended my tongue. AJ jumped again as the tip
made contact with his glans. I put my arm around his waist and held him in
place, then ran my tongue across his head again, slipping it under his
silky smooth foreskin.

"Oh God," he whimpered in a high-pitched voice and started breathing
heavily. I could feel his legs shaking.

I gripped his shaft firmly with my hand and slowly rolled his foreskin back
across my tongue, exposing his rosy and swollen cockhead. I ran my tongue
up his shaft and under the head. His cock twitched in my hand as his legs
shook even more.


"Maybe you should lay down," I suggested. He nodded his head and sat down
next to me. I ran my hand across his smooth, flat chest, urging him to his
back. He slowly let himself fall back on the pile. I rolled over and
positioned myself between his legs and ran my hand up his soft hairless
legs to his waiting package. I gripped the shaft firmly and pulled his
skin-tight foreskin back once more and sunk my mouth over his flesh, taking
him deep into my throat in one pass. AJ's hands immediately grasped my head
and his hips trust up into my face. I held my suction firmly around his
tender prick and let him gently pump my mouth.

"UHHHHHH!" he squealed after a few pumps.  His cock pulsated on my tongue
followed by five small shots of cum. I greedily swallowed his sweet nectar
down and kept my suction steady as his small body squirmed under me. His
hands were firmly holding my head, trying desperately to force it away from
his cock, but I wouldn't let go. As his climax wound down, I eased the
suction on his dick and he slowly began to relax his body. Finally, he
relaxed his muscles completely, releasing a deep sigh. I slowly let his
stiff penis escape my lips. It slapped firmly against his flat stomach,
which was rising and falling sharply with each breath he took. On each
exhale I could just see the outline of his rock-solid abdominal muscles. I
looked into his face, flushed and blotchy like he'd just gotten in from a
jog on a brisk winter day. His eyes were closed and his lips were just
barely parted as he breathed in and exhaled.

"Was that your first blowjob?" I finally asked.

"Y...ya...yes," he stuttered.  "Thanks." He added.

"I'm glad you liked it," I smiled. He smiled back at me, his face turning
even redder now. "We'll teach you the rest on Friday," I chuckled as I
stood up. I extended my arm to him, which he accepted, and I help pull him
to his feet. We stood there for a second, our small hairless chests
touching and our faces mere millimeters apart, staring into one another's
eyes.

He turned his head shyly and picked up a towel. He stepped away and covered
his still very erect penis with the towel and opened the door back into the
locker room. Most everyone was still outside. As AJ stepped through the
doorway, they broke into applause. AJ shyly wandered back toward his locker
and the rest of the group dispersed, no longer paying me any attention. I
sighed deeply and returned to the search for my missing clothes.

As I was pulling my socks out of the laundry bin, I remembered; someone was
behind the equipment racks. I slowly moved around the end of the rack and
peered down the shadowy row behind. I could see a small figure ducked back
in the corner.

"H...Haaa... Who's there?" I asked with a noticeable quivering in my voice.

Nothing.

"WHO'S THERE?!" I demanded firmly this time.

"Don't' be mad," a small voice cried back. "Please don't hate me," he said.

"Nate?"

"Yeah, it's me," Nate Anderson replied, standing up and stepping into the
light. A million things were running through my head, but I couldn't make
sense of any of it.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" is what escaped my lips.

"Oh God, please don't be mad," he said, obviously on the verge of tears.

"Tell me why you're here!"

"I came here to watch the guys shower," he blurted out. "Please don't hate
me.  PLEEEESE!" Tears began dribbling from his long eyelashes.

"It's ok," I said softly, trying to bring my own emotions under
control. "Calm down man. Let's sit down for a second. I walked over and
closed the door. I didn't want any of the guys to find Nate in here. I
didn't want him to be their next sex toy. I grabbed a towel and slipped it
around my waist and cleared off one of the wooden benches along the wall. I
sat down and patted the spot next to me. Nate tentatively took a seat. "I'm
not mad at you Nate and I certainly don't' hate you. Ok? I want you to know
that." He nodded his head as he swiped the tears from his face. "Now tell
me how long you've been coming here."

"Just a few days," he replied. "I don't know why I do it. I just came in
here one day to look around and I got stuck in here when practice was over,
but I watched them taking showers. I don't know why."

The tears started to stream down his face again. "It's ok man. You like
guys. You saw what I just did. You don't have to be scared. I understand
what you're going through. It's nothing to be ashamed of, Nate."

"But I did some dirty things. I did dirty things watching you."

"It's ok," I said, smiling assuredly at him. "What I was doing today was
probably pretty hot looking and it's not dirty to jerk off. I don't mind
you watching me at all." I lied a bit on that last statement. I did bother
me just a bit having someone watching me make love, but at the same time I
found it exciting. My cock began to stiffen once again under the towel.

"Help me find my clothes?" I asked with a grin.

Nate smiled back at me, all evidence of fear wiped from his face. "Sure,"
he said and we started digging for my lost shoes and pants.

"Does it feel good?" Nate finally broke the silence. I thought about how
best to answer. "I mean, doing it with all of them," he added. "I was
really hot watching all of it."

"Did you jerk yourself?"

"Yes."

"Cum?"

"Five times."

"Cool," I replied and went back to looking for my shoes. "Yes, it feels
pretty good to make love," I finally said. "But don't ever do what I did
today, Nate. Even though some of it was good, it really isn't what I
wanted."

"Why do you do it then?"

"I don't have a choice."

"Oh," he replied. "I'm sorry."

"Thanks. After Friday, I'm finished."

"You have to do it again on Friday? With the whole team?"

"Yes.  And I don't know if I can take it. My ass is hurting pretty bad
right now. I don't know if I can recover in just two days."

I had found everything but my pants at this point. We'd covered the entire
room, but they weren't there. Someone must have taken them. I scanned the
pile of dirty clothes and picked out a pair of gray cotton practice
shorts. They were a size too big for me, but they were good enough to get
me home. I pulled the drawstrings as tight as they would go and grabbed the
smallest t-shirt I could find from the pile too and pulled it on over my
head before sitting down to put my socks on. Nate sat down next to me and
put his small hand on my knee.

"I want to help you," he said.

"It's cool dude. I'm a big boy who can dress himself."

"No, I mean with them team. Friday."

I laughed.

"I'm serious," Nate replied.

"Have you ever been fucked Nate?" I asked point-blank.

"No, but..."

"Then you can't help me here. I don't want you to help me. I won't let them
fuck you."

"But I really want to. I want it badly Josh."

"You don't know what you're talking about. It's not like the movies. I
don't want them to hurt you like they hurt me. You have no idea what it's
like," I said sharply, forcing my feet into my shoes. Nate sat there
quietly as I laced them up, thinking about what I said.

"Then show me," he finally replied.

"Nate..."

"No, I want you to. I want you to me my first. Please Josh. It's all I
think about. I know you won't hurt me. I trust you. I need you in
me. Please make love to me," he begged me.

"I can't Nate. I can't let you fall into the same hell that I'm in now. I
won't let it happen."

"I won't be a virgin forever. I really want you to be my first. Please."

I could tell he wasn't going to give up. And the truth was I wanted to pop
this boy's cherry. But I couldn't bear seeing him with the team. So I
decided on a compromise. "If I say yes and we do this, you have to promise
me that you'll stay away from the team."

"Ok," he replied.

"Promise me."

"I swear," he said and hugged me tight.

"Wait here for a second," I said after we broke our embrace. "I have to
make sure everybody's gone before we leave. I don't want anyone to know you
are here." I opened the door slightly and peaked out. The showers were off,
but I could still hear the constant dripping from the recently spent
heads. In the distance I could hear a lone metal locker door squeal, then
slam shut as the metal-on-metal sound echoed through the otherwise quiet
room.

"Wait here," I said looking over my shoulder at Nate. He nodded an
affirmative and I slipped out into the locker room. I walked tentatively
forward and peered down the first, then second row of lockers. From the
opposite end of the locker room, bright rays of sunshine suddenly came
shooting in through the main door. I hoped that was the last boy remaining
on his way home for the evening. I quickly walked along parallel to the
showers and checked each row of lockers, then hurried back to the equipment
room.

"Come on, let's go," I said to Nate.  He quickly fell into step behind me
as we scurried across the locker room to the front door. I poked my head
outside to make sure the area was clear. The sun was just setting off in
the distance and I saw AJ Sanders tossing his gym bag into his mom's
minivan before hopping in and driving off. But other than him, nobody was
around.

"Ok, we're outta here," I said and swung the door open wide, letting Nate
slip past me outside. "Crap!" I said, remembering my backpack still in the
equipment room. "I have to go grab my backpack. I'll call you later tonight
if I can. Otherwise we'll talk more tomorrow. Ok?"

I could see the disappointment on his face. He must have thought we were
going to have sex right now, but I think he quickly realized I was in no
shape to break him in today.

"Ok," he said. "I'll talk to soon." I turned to head back in doors when he
called my name. "Josh," he said, his voice full of boyish glee.

I turned my head back toward him.  "Yeah?" I asked, to which he gave me a
shy smile. I returned his smile happily and said, "Talk to you later."
Nate's smile broadened and then he bounded off as I returned to the sweaty,
steamy locker room. I was hurrying back to my fuck room when I heard two
masculine voices coming from the trainer's room. I was just going to ignore
them, but I heard my name mentioned. As I listened more closely, it sounded
as if the two were arguing.

But just as I was moving to investigate, the argument ended and Eddie
Stevens pushed his way through the trainer's door into the locker room. He
saw me immediately and stopped for a brief second and stared me down. Then
he continued walking toward me. I just stood there not knowing what kind of
cruel punishment he was about to inflict on my poor little body, but I was
determined to stand up to him like a man. But the beating didn't come. His
shoulder slammed hard into mine as he passed me, knocking me to the side
just slightly. I turned and followed him with my eyes as he stormed out
into the parking lot.

I looked back toward the trainer's room and saw Jed Ward standing in the
doorway, staring at me with an intense look on his face. He was
bare-chested and still had on his dirty white football pants, which were
untied and hanging open, his sweat-stained jock strap clearly visible
beneath. He was barefoot and his exposed flesh was glistening. We stood
there in silence for what felt like an eternity, him looking intently into
my eyes, me staring longingly into his. Finally he walked forward. I opened
my mouth to say something, but couldn't get anything to come from my
mouth. Jed walked silently past me to his locker. I stood there for a few
more seconds and then timidly approached the row his locker was down. I
just stood there at the end of the row, watching him sitting on the bench,
starting blankly into his open locker. I started to say something twice,
but again the words escaped me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he finally said, still staring straight
ahead. "I don't get you Josh. I tell you to stay away, I beat the crap out
of you and still you come back. Do you get off on pain or something?"

"No, I..." I trailed off.  I had no idea what to say. Jed reached out his
strong paw and slammed his locker shut violently, causing me to jump in
fear. My body was tense and trembling now. He stood and turned toward me,
an angry fire burning in those crystal blue eyes. He took three long
strides to stand inches away from me.

He raised his hand over his head and I cringed away from the imminent
backhand I was about to receive. But he just held his hand in the air, his
arm trembling as he held the angry gesture above my head. I straightened my
trembling body and looked him dead in the eye

"Go ahead. Do it," I taunted him. "Hit me! Beat the fucking faggot. Teach
this pussy a lesson in manhood.  DO IT!" I yelled, tears forming in the
corners of my eyes.

Jed's face tightened more as he scowled at me and his arm tensed once more
in preparation to smack down hard on my face. I didn't flinch this time and
still he kept his arm from striking me. Then he relaxed his arm and let it
fall to his side. His shoulders slumped slightly and he walked back to his
locker.

"Leave," he said quietly, sitting down in front of his locker and placing
his head in his large palms. "Don't fuckin' come back."

"Jed..."

"LEAVE I SAID!" he screamed at me, lifting his head, but not looking at
me. "If I see you around here again, I swear to you I'll beat the living
hell out of you kid!" he growled and opened the door to his locker. I
wanted so badly to share the pain he was obviously feeling. I wanted to
comfort him and let him know that I was here for him, a friend. I stepped
closer and extended my arm to place on his muscular shoulder. Wrong move.

Jed angrily stood up and grabbed me by the shirt, lifting me to my tiptoes.

"I mean it," he growled in my face. "Don't ever step foot in here again,
got it?" And just to make his point, he pulled my shoulders down as he
brought his knee solidly into my midsection, knocking the wind from my
lungs and doubling me over. He gave me a shove and I fell to the cold, damp
floor. He stood over me, looking down as I pulled myself together.

"Just go," he said plainly. I stood and walked away. I stepped out into the
early dusk and nearly crashed heads with Dale Cram, the coach's son.

"Sorry," we both said in unison. He smiled and chuckled, but I couldn't
muster any form of happy expression at this point.

"Hey, you're Hunter's brother aren't you?" he asked.

"Yes, that's me," I replied.

"What are you doing here?"


"Stuff," I answered. "You know."

"Oh," he said quietly. I'm pretty sure he knew what I meant.

"SHIT!" I cursed. I'd forgotten my backpack again.


"What?" he asked in a near panic.

"I left my backpack inside."

"Oh. I thought it was serious."

That got me to chuckle just a bit. "What are you doing here?" I asked him.

"Just waiting for my pops. Been waiting for over three hours. I wish he
would hurry."

"No soccer practice today?"

"Naw, we're not having practice this week. Coach wants us rested for a
tournament this weekend."

"Oh," I replied. So that explained that. "I'm going to go grab my pack," I
said and turned back toward the door.

"Hey, see if my dad's in there will ya?"

I nodded my head, but I really had no intention of seeking Coach Cram
out. He was an intimidating figure and I didn't want to have to explain
what I was doing in his locker room. As I quickly headed to the other end
of the room toward the equipment storage, Jed appeared from around the row
of lockers. He was dressed now and carrying his gym bag.

"I'm just grabbing my backpack," I mumbled. He seemed to ignore me and we
passed each other in silence. As I approached the door to the equipment
room, I heard the exterior door open. I ducked inside quickly, snagged my
bag and slung it over my shoulder.

"HEY! Catch!" A solid voice boomed as I popped back into the locker room. I
looked up just in time to see a football spiraling toward my head. My
reflexes took over. I stepped back and to the side, snagging the speeding
ball midair and allowing its momentum to spin me to the right.

"Nice catch," Coach Cram said as he strode toward me, a mesh bag full of
footballs slung over his beefy shoulder and a clipboard tucked under his
arm. " Could use a good receiver like you kid."

I smiled sheepishly as he approached me. I didn't know what to say or do,
but I knew I really didn't want to be here right now. He tossed the bag of
balls past me into the equipment room and looked at me, sizing me up.

"Ever play ball?" he asked me.

"Just with my dad. Just tossing the ball around really," I replied shyly.

"You're a bit on the small side, but I'm sure you're a fast little shit,"
he said. "Freshman?"

"Yeah."

He grabbed my forearm with his massive paw and firmly felt me up.

"I could work with this," he said, looking me over some more. "You've got
potential kid. A bit scrawny, but I could make you a stud. You've got
natural talent."

I smiled as he continued to feel my upper body. "I could definitely work
you into a football player," he said as he peered over my shoulder and down
my back.  "Hmmm. It looks like my boys have already been working you," he
said.

I looked down and started to feel ill. A steady stream of thick cum was
running down my leg. Coach Cram reached behind me and slid his thick paw
down the back of the shorts I was wearing and ran his hand between my ass
cheeks. I felt him fingering my hole, then he pulled his hand out and
stepped back, holding it up and watching the white fluid roll down his
palm.


"So you're the bitch this year," he stated, not asking. "What's your name
kid?"

"Josh," I replied timidly. "Josh Olsen." His eyebrow raised and he switched
his focus from his hand back to me.

"Randy Olsen's kid?"

"Yes."

"I see," he said. "You've grown since I last saw you. Come with me Olsen,"
he said and placed his non-cum-covered hand on my shoulder and guided me
forward. I was a bit confused because other than seeing me around school
this year, I couldn't think of any other time we'd met. But he did seem to
know my father. He walked me to the trainer's room and motioned me
inside. He grabbed a towel from a clean stack and tossed it at me.

"Clean yourself up," he said. "I'll be right back." He turned and walked
out. I quickly ran the towel up my leg, then down the back of my shorts,
sopping up as much of the leak as I could. The shorts had a sizeable wet
spot in them that I hoped would dry before I got home. As I was finishing,
Coach Cram stepped back into the door. As he cleared the doorway and
stepped to the left, I saw his son, the insatiably cute Dale, falling in
behind him. Our eyes met in a friendly gesture and we gave each other just
a slight nervous smile.

"You're growing up son," Coach Cram's voice suddenly boomed. "I've noticed
the longer-than-normal showers you're taking lately and the extra Kleenex
you're going through in your room. I've also seen the way your pants bulge
out from time-to-time, so I know you're becoming a man, son. And I have
just the thing a young man needs besides a little private time."

Dale and I stared at each other in utter confusion, but I was pretty sure I
knew where Coach Cram was going with this.

"This is what people call a faggot, son," Coach said, motioning to
me. "Faggots like to have sex with men. They love it and want it all the
time. Now, sometimes we men give it to them just because we need a good
fuck. You follow me?"

"But doesn't that make those men gay too?" Dale asked.

"No, son. As long as YOU don't suck dick or take it up the tailpipe, you
aint queer. You're just horny. And there aint no harm in fuckin' a faggot
just to get yourself off. It's good, clean fun."

His logic was beyond me, but it was clearly how the rest of 'his boys'
justified having sex with me, enjoying it and still consider themselves
'straight' in the morning.

"Ok," Dale said. "So..."

"So, I think it's high time you have your first piece of flesh," Coach
smiled. "I see you tentin' up over there boy."

I immediately looked down at Dale's crotch, as did he. Clearly he was at
least partially erect, the outline of his dick poking out for us to see. I
looked back into Dale's face in time to see him turn five different shades
of red. He squirmed a bit adjusting himself, not able to control his
arousal.

"Well, go on Olsen. Give my son his first BJ," Coach barked at me.

I started forward toward Dale slowly. I wondered what his dad would say
knowing that his innocent little boy had not only had his first blow job
already, but his first fuck? And what would he think of his
'straight-as-an-arrow' son taking my finger up his ass and liking it? From
that first experience I had with Dale, I knew it wouldn't take much to make
him a hot little bottom.

"That's ok," Dale stammered. "I don't need to."

"What do mean? All boys want it," his dad replied. "Just relax and enjoy it
son. No need to be embarrassed. It's just us guys here."

"Really, it's ok. I don't need to."

"Listen, boy. I know it seems a little weird, but trust me son, it's
something you need. Get your first out of the way and you're free to enjoy
all the wonders sex has to offer a young boy."

I could tell Dale wasn't going to win this argument, and I think he
realized it too. Turning a deeper shade of red, he carefully unbuckled his
belt.

"I can do the rest," I whispered to him and slowly knelt in front of him. I
pulled the button on his extra baggy jeans open and slowly crept the zipper
down. When I let go, his over-sized pants fell freely to his ankles.
Underneath he had on a pair of red and white checkered Joe Boxers hugging
his slender, creamy thighs. His erection was tenting them straight out in
front, partially opening the fly and allowing me a peak of his nearly
hairless cock and balls. Reaching out, I separated the single button fly,
allowing his stiff pole to escape... right into my mouth.

Dale gave a deep whimper and his legs faltered just a bit, but he took a
deep breath in and brought his senses back under control. I slide my hand
up the leg of his boxers and softy kneaded his tender young balls and began
bobbing my head on his erection.

"Yeah, that's a good faggot. Suck my babies cock," Coach cooed behind
me. "How's that feel son?"

"It's good, sir," Dale replied between moans of pleasure.

"Lick his balls Olsen," Coach said to me.

I slowly slide my mouth up Dale's shaft, holding just the tip between my
lips, then released it, sending it slapping up against his tight stomach. I
removed my hand from his boxers and slowly pulled them down, letting them
pile around his ankles with his jeans. I extended my tongue and dabbed the
tip under his hairless sack. Dale took a sharp breath in with each touch my
tongue made on his tender balls. Then I applied a full, wet tonguing across
the entire region, causing him to moan deeply. His hands were running
though my hair as I sucked his delicate eggs.

I had to stop for a second to catch my breath. I took a quick glance over
my shoulder to see what Coach Cram was doing. I saw him sitting down in a
chair off in the corner, rubbing his crotch just slightly. It looked like
he was keeping his distance, probably to put Dale at ease a little
more. Thinking about it, it would be rather awkward to have your father
watch while another boy sucked you off. I looked up and Dale was looking at
his father sitting off in the distance. I knew that while his dick was hard
as a rock, he'd probably never cum unless I could distract his attention
with some intense stimulation.

I slid my index finger into my mouth and transferred as much saliva as I
could, then reached around very casually and slipped my coated finger
between Dale's tight, skater-boy ass. I found his tight pucker and pressed
my slick finger firmly into his anus. His body tensed immediately and he
looked down at me with a confused/shocked look on his sweet face. I smiled
and gave him a wink, then opened my mouth wide and extended my tongue
toward his dick. I let the head of his penis rest on my tongue, then
wrapped my lips loosely around the shaft and sucked him in deep. Dale
released a deep sigh and I felt his body relax again. I rubbed my tongue
vigorously along the underside of his stiff young pole and gently probed
his anus with my fingertip.

"Mmmmm," he moaned softly. "Yes, do it." I took that sign as an affirmation
to proceed and plunged my finger completely past his small sphincter. "UH!"
Dale grunted and let out a loud whimper, his legs trembling slightly.

His hands grasped my head to steady himself and he thrust his cock deep
into my throat. His ass muscles were contacting in waves around my invading
digit. My other hand planted itself firmly on his compact ass cheek and
pulled his body closer to me. As his muscles relaxed and he adjusted to my
finger, I began probing, gently at first, then more firmly as his breathing
deepened. His hips were pumping easily at my face and I could feel his
balls tighten in their sack.  When I found his tender, developing young
prostate, his dick jerked in my mouth and Dale whimpered again. I massaged
the gland behind his balls, sending waves of pleasure through his
inexperienced body. Constant moans and whimpers escaped his soft lips as I
bobbed my head faster over his tender young pole.

"Oh God!" he cried. "I'm going to cum!"

I pressed my finger deep into his prostate and he held my head still. His
muscles clenched tight around my finger and his hips slammed into my
face. I felt his hardon swell within my mouth, then I felt a pulsation
followed by a single shot of steamy hot liquid. Dale's legs were trembling
and his breathing was loud between moans. I sucked his cock deep into my
mouth and swallowed his modest offering. I gently milked his swollen
prostate with my finger and I could feel his dick pulse with each
stroke. He spasmed five more times, then another shot fired from his dick
into the back of my throat, followed by a small amount that trickled from
the end.

His muscles relaxed and I slid my finger clear of his hole as his orgasm
concluded. I held his throbbing penis tight between my lips until his hands
coaxed my head away from his sensitive glans. I looked up at Dale's
innocent and content face and smiled. He was still laboring to bring his
breathing under control, but managed a shy smile in return. I felt a hand
on my shoulder and turned my face to the left to look at Coach Cram.

"Thanks," he said quietly to me. His hand squeezed my shoulder
affectionately, then he looked at his son and said, "Pull your britches up
boy and wait for me outside. I'll be right along."

Dale nodded obediently and pulled his boxers and jeans up together,
fastened them and headed for the door. I stood up and stretched my cramped
legs. Dale stopped before he exited, turned and gave me a broad
smile... one that I happily returned. Then he was gone. I heard the outside
door open then squeal to a close.

"I want to thank you Josh," Coach said, breaking the silence. "The boys
said you were a good cocksucker, but if the look on my son's face was any
indication, you're far better than just good. I appreciate you doing this
for me. You're a good kid Olsen. I hope my boys aren't treating you bad."

Oh the stories I could tell him. But instead I settled on, "No, they're
good to me."

"Good," he replied. An awkward silence followed.

"Well, I better be getting home," I said and took a step toward the
door. Coach's hand grabbed my shoulder gently to stop me.

"Stay for a minute," he said. "I can imagine you're rectum is on fire about
now."

He was right; it felt like I'd eaten some ultra hot jalapenos yesterday and
they were now working their way out. Now that he mentioned it, it was
rather uncomfortable. I nodded my head.

"Yeah, just a little."

"I have something that'll help," he said. "Drop your drawers and hop up on
the table."

I stood there not moving as I watched Coach walk over to the storage
cabinet and pull out a tube of something. He turned around and saw me still
standing in the same place.

"Well, come on Olsen. Off with your short!" he ordered.


I leaned up against the trainer's table for balance as I pulled my shoes
off without untying them. Tentatively I pulled at the drawstrings and eased
the cotton shorts over my ass, then around my stiff, red cock. With a
slight push, they freely sailed across my smooth thighs and down to my
ankles where I stepped out of them. Standing there exposed in front of
Coach Cram I began to shiver, not knowing what was about to happen. Coach
stepped up next to me and patted his large hand on the padded table.

"Hop up," he said. I placed both hands on the edge of the table and bounced
myself off the floor and hopped my ass up onto the table. "Lie face down,"
he commanded and I obeyed.

I rolled over onto my belly and laid my body flat against the cold, padded
vinyl covering the trainer's table, my body trembling uncontrollably.

"Relax," he said, wrapping his hands around my left thigh, trying to still
the shaking. But I couldn't bring my muscles under control.  Coach let go
and walked back to the cabinet. He brought back another bottle, this one
with a pump top. He set it on the small table next to the trainer's table
and gave it one pump, sending a handful of clear gel into the palm of his
hand. He rubbed his hands together, then placed them both on my left thigh
and began massaging my leg. There was an instantaneous warming sensation
that ran through the parts he was rubbing. Soon he had covered both my legs
and the trembling had ceased.

"That's better," he said and finished rubbing my right calve. I looked back
over my shoulder at him when he took his hands away. He wiped his hands on
the white towel on the table, then pick up the tube he first pulled from
the cabinet. He unscrewed the top and placed it on the table, then squeezed
out a small amount of thick, pinkish-clear gel onto his fingertips. Setting
the tube down, he moved his free hand to my ass and pushed the cheeks apart
as he brought the other to my burning hole. I jumped a bit as the cold gel
made contact, but soon the flaming sensation around my hole began to fade
away. Coach made circular motions with his fingers, spreading more of the
gel around my anus.

"Mmmmm," I mewed softly as more and more pain melted away.

"Good stuff, huh?" he whispered. "We use it to numb muscle spasms, but I
found it works well for this too."

The area around my hole was starting to feel tingly, like your arm or leg
would when you've sat on it funny. Coach's fingers left momentarily, then
returned with more soothing salve. He rubbed more around, then sank two
fingers into my hole.

"Ugh," I grunted softly from the intrusion.

"Shhhhh," he soothed me. "Just relax," he said as he gently massaged the
interior of my love canal. "Looks like my boys really had some fun this
afternoon," he said with a chuckle as he pulled his finger clear of my
hole. He held his hand in front of me to see the thick, white cum coating
his fingers.

Suddenly, I felt a warm sensation flow across my balls and inner
thighs. "Looks like we're getting you nice and relaxed," he said looking
back down toward my anus. I craned my head, but couldn't see what he was
looking at. I couldn't see it, but I was sure that all the evidence of my
savage fucking was now pouring freely from my rectum. Coach grabbed a towel
and placed it under me to catch the avalanche of semen.

"It'll only take a few minutes," he said to me, dabbing another towel on my
numb hole. I was embarrassed to be lying here naked in front of a grown man
with cum spewing uncontrollably from my ass. I started to shiver again
slightly. "Just relax and it'll be over soon," he said, obviously picking
up on my discomfort. I heard him give two pumps on the second bottle of
lotion, then I felt his meaty paws on my lower back. He firmly pressed them
into my flesh and pushed up under my t-shirt. His hands felt wonderful as
they massaged my back. I was putty in his arms. He had my shirt pushed all
the way up as far as my arms permitted. He stopped his rubbing and walked
around the table to the stand at the top, right in front of my head.  His
hands grasped my shirt and pulled forward. I let my arms swing above my
head as the shirt was pulled off my body and tossed aside.

"That's better," he said and reached over my head to continue his
massage. His crotch was mere inches from my face as he stroked my body and
I could clearly see his hefty member outlined in his shorts, a small,
barely noticeable wet spot forming at the end. I moved my small hand up and
gently made contact with the beast within Coach Cram's shorts.

"Let's see how you're doing," he said loudly and stepped away from my
head. He walked back and examined my hole. "Looks like that's about it," he
said and slapped my playfully on the ass.

"It still hurts some," I lied. "Can I get some more of that stuff," I said,
pointing to the numbing gel.

"Sure," he said reluctantly and squeezed some onto his fingertips. I spread
my legs apart to give him better access.

"Mmmmm," I groaned as his fingers slipped unhindered into my rectum. As he
rubbed around inside to ease my suffering, I ground my hips into the table
and began moaning. Coach's response was to press deeper into, generating
louder groans from me. "Mmmmmm, YES!" I hissed and bucked my hips up and
down, using his thick digits to fuck my hole.

"God damn, you are one hot boy!" Coach said. "I want you Olsen," he sighed
and pulled his fingers free. I craned my head back and saw him pull his
shirt over his head and tug at the drawstrings on his shorts, then push
them down his hairy thighs along with his white briefs. He stepped out of
them and crawled up on the table behind me. "Do you want this?" he asked,
sensually grabbing his throbbing 10-inch, very thick and very erect cock
and waving it toward my ass.

"Yes," I hissed and pulled my cheeks apart.

Coach yanked the semen-coated towel away and tossed it across the room,
then moved forward, his thick, hairy legs straddling my smooth body. He
lined up his monster cock and let his weight fall onto my small body,
impaling himself deep inside my anus.

"Unnnnnng!" he sighed as his thick cock slid into my deepest depths. His
chest had a fine dusting of hair that softly tickled my bare back as he
pressed his body against mine. I could feel his steamy breath on the back
of my neck as he breathed deeply. "God, you are a gorgeous boy," he growled
as he began grinding his hips into me.

His cock filled me completely, even after the thorough stretching this
afternoon. He was longer than the longest boy today and nearly as thick as
Drew's. The feeling was electric as his humped my body with passion and
brute force. We were grunting in unison with each and every beastly thrust
he made into me.  His muscular arms hugged my tight and his fingers twisted
my nipples firmly.  I found my hips pumping in time with his, coaxing his
full length into me.  My mind was a blur with animalistic pleasure and
unearthly passion spewed from our lips loudly as he loved me. His forceful
pumping was grinding my erection deep into the table as his plump cock
ruthlessly pounded away on my overused prostate gland. It was more than I
could bear.

"I'm cumming!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "OH GOD I'M CUMMING!!"

A spasm rocked my frail body, starting deep within my tender balls, working
up through my painfully erect cock. I felt a massive explosion as I shot my
load and the spasm continued up my belly, across my chest and through my
tweaked nipples; back up into the primal depths of my brain to dance like
lightening on a tin roof. Then the spasm rippled back down through my back,
through my over-stuffed bowels and down to my toes. My entire body shook
and spasmed as he continued his firm pounding. I concentrated and focused
my orgasmic energy to my love canal and the rod penetrating me.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Coach yelled and began unleashing his cum deep inside my
hole. I could feel every shot of his hot liquid splatter against the walls
of my tunnel. His massive head swelled to new dimensions as I firmly
squeezed his cock as he pumped me full of man cream.

He held me tight, nearly crushing the air from my lungs as he climaxed
again and again. I could feel his heart thumping like a wild drum against
my back and his chest and stomach heaved greatly between us.  His breathing
was labored and deep as he groaned in my ear. Slowly he came back to
reality and reluctantly eased his grip on me fragile body.

"God damn, that was hot," he said, still panting and still deep inside
me. "Like father like son I guess. It was right here on this very table 20
years ago that I popped your daddy's cherry."

"What?" I asked shocked.

"I can't tell you how many times I fucked your daddy's hot ass on this
table."

"My...  DAD?!" I gasped.

Coach pulled his thick meat from my hole and rolled off and stood next to
the table. I rolled over and sat up on the table facing him. Coach's dick
was still inflated to its fullest, but only slightly erect and covered with
a thin, milky-white coating of sperm. He looked at me inquisitively.

"You and... my dad?" I asked again.

"Yes," he replied.  "Ever since we were in high school. Your father was the
original team bitch.  It's been a tradition ever since."

I just sat there, staring dumfounded and my jaw was gaping I'm sure.

"My dad is gay?"

"Surely you must have known.  After seeing us to...," he trailed off. There
was a moment of silence as he thought. "Do you have a brother?" he asked.

"Yes, Hunter."

"Ah," he said, a look of deep thought on his face. "Well, I guess the cat's
out of the bag now anyway," he finally said. "Yes Josh, your dad likes cock
as much as you do. As a matter of fact, a group of us get together
regularly and your father does what you've been doing for my boys."

It was more than I could possibly fathom. I felt like I was going to vomit,
or pass out, or vomit while passing out. "And what does my brother have to
do with this?" I asked, suddenly remembering his name being mentioned.

"Last year, your mother was away on business and your father sent you and
your brother on sleepovers.  Your brother came home to get something and
walked in on us having sex."

"What happened?"

"I don't know. Your father told him to close the door and wait in his
room. I finished up and left. We never talked about it."

I sat there staring blankly at him. The shivers had returned.

"I'm sorry you had to find out like this, son. I apologize. I thought Randy
only had one son," Coach said and rested his hand on my shoulder
affectionately.

"I... I have to get home," I stammered. I jumped down off the table and
quickly pulled my shorts and t-shirt on. Coach followed suit as I pulled my
shoes on my feet.

"Are you going to be ok, son?" Coach asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," I replied. I had a lot to think about, but I didn't
want to right now. I picked up my backpack and started for the door.

"Olsen!" he called out. I stopped and glanced back over my shoulder.
"Catch!" he shouted and tossed the tube of numbing gel at me. 'Nice catch,"
he said. "I figure you may need some on Friday. Try applying some before
the action starts and maybe it won't be so bad by the time they're
finished."

"Thanks," I said and stuffed the tube into my backpack.

"And I was serious about getting you on the team. Come see me sometime and
I'd be happy to get you started in the gym and work with you on the basics
of the game. By next fall, you'll be a star kid."

"I'd like that," I smiled.  "I'll see you around."

"Take care of yourself kid," he added as I left.


End of Part 12

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