Date: Thu, 22 Sep 2016 13:41:32 -0700 From: Spartan Johns Subject: Falling For John Ch.4 DISCLAIMER: This story contains consensual sex between males of varied ages, including underage characters. It is a work of fiction and is not meant to bear resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead. Any similarity is purely coincidental. No attempt should be made to recreate the events in this story. Please do not reproduce or copy this story without written permission from the author. Thank you. If it is illegal to read this story in your location, please leave the page now. The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's consent. Falling for John Ch.4 It had been two weeks since my "meeting" with coach in his office. He had called my house that night to apologize, saying he misread the situation and that he didn't want me to consider leaving the team because of it. He said we could just go on like nothing ever happened. To be honest when he called I didn't really hear a thing he said. All his voice was making me think about was sitting in front of his exposed jock, inches from my face, attempting to conceal his thickening piece of meat behind the fabric. I remember the heat it gave off and the way it pulsed in my hands as I kneaded and worked his bulge. I jacked off that night to coach Rick. It seemed to be the only way to handle how horny I was. Thinking of him and his batting session with Eric made me nut faster then any time before. Afterwards I had lain in bed, unable to sleep, thinking about what this kind of attraction meant and where I went from here. Was I gay? Was I bi? Was this just a one-time thing? What about John? Shit John was hot. Super weird to think of my friend's dad that way but damn, I couldn't help it. I sighed, thoughts racing through my head as I slept that night; it had been such a fucking crazy week. So, two weeks from that night and nothing more had happened. I had thought about coach Rick a few times, but when I saw him on the field he really did just pretend like nothing happened. He even was treating me like a varsity player; I guess his pre bulge session chat actually had some merit. Part of me wanted to explore Rick again, but a much larger part of me didn't want to become like Eric. At the end of our last Wednesday practice Rick filled us in on state. "Alrighty guys, states this weekend. We gotta go and we gotta go hard. These teams wont be anything like what we've played this season. They're gonna pitch faster, hit harder, and catch better then you've seen. But so will we, RIGHT??!" He rallied to which we all hollered. "We leave this Friday, that's in two days for those of you who don't know," He said looking at Matt. "And I wanna hear that at five sharp tomorrow all of you have left with your parents or whoever your going with to come to NorCal. We clear?" "Yes coach." We shouted. We were all pretty amped about state. And with that we all put our hands in. "TROJANS!" The next two days flew by and were uneventful, unless you count Matt finally getting it in with his girlfriend. She said she wanted to give him good luck at state or something. I think he begged and begged her. But whatever the reason he wouldn't shut the fuck up about it as we left school on Friday to leave for state. "Duuuude it was soooo awesome. She felt so friggen good I could have cum in a minute. Fuck, but me being the pro I was rode it out like a champ. I had her begging for more man!" He said, clearly full of it. "Ahhh ha I'm sure that's how it went down dude," I joked giving him a congratulatory punch in the shoulder. "No for real man!!" He insisted. "K, I believe ya. When should I come over to ride up?" I asked. "Nah, we can just pick you up, I think my dad wanted to leave at 4:30. That cool?" "For sure, ill see ya the-" Matt cut in, "Dude! I forgot to tell ya, Bill got beer from his older brother, this weekends gonna be awesome." "Ahh sweet!" I grab my school gear and headed home. This really was gonna be an awesome weekend. Matt and his dad John came around my parents place at 4:50, Matt had probably made them late. I threw my bag in and hoped in shotgun. Matt grumbled, "Only reason you're in shotgun is cuz loverboy here wants to talk with ya." My heart skipped a beat. "He's just salty because I'm sick of his bitching. Buckle up. Good to see ya Clay." He gave me warm smile. Was he blushing because of Matt's comment? God he was so good looking. I could stare at him all day. I got situated and we headed up to NorCal. John drove pretty fast so we made good time. He was wearing a grey Henley that brought out his blue eyes and left just enough space to see the start of light chest hair. It fit tight around his muscly arms and chest. His faced was slightly trimmed and handsome as ever. He was wearing faded jeans on his big legs, a visible bulge right between them. It took all of me to not stare at it the whole ride up. Matt, John, and I talked the whole way about baseball, school, state, and girls (mostly Matt). John asked a lot about me seeming actually interested, something my dad never was. I was able to learn a lot about him too. Where he went to school and what he played in high school. He was a swimmer, which explained his shape and muscles. He had gotten married right out of high school when his girlfriend got pregnant. Though it didn't work out later. "Best mistake I ever made," He ended, reaching back and punching Matt in the chest. "I'm the best you ever gonna get," Matt said jokingly. We pulled up to the teams Holiday Inn in Sacramento in what seemed like no time. I wanted to talk with John more. But we got parked and headed up. Our room was pretty sweet. John had gotten us a room with two Kings, one for him and Matt to sleep on, and I got my own. We tucked in pretty quickly as we had two games tomorrow and we're wiped from the drive. We won both games on Saturday and Sunday, which put us into the finals. So we all got one more night to stay and play Monday. Bill had organized a party at his room to celebrate the win, and just to party. It had been a great couple of days. Winning all four games was awesome and I got to play in a bit of every one. Was great to be playing with the varsity squad. It was also awesome to be staying with Matt and John. Matt was a dipshit that always put me in a good mood and John was nice to talk to, be around and look up to. He didn't wear a shirt before bed and getting up in the morning. I studied his body so much. His broad chest with a small patch of hair and defined pecs. His shoulders and arms were cut. His almost 6-pack abs had a small trimmed happy trail guiding me straight down to his crotch, usually visible in whatever he had on. It was around 10:00 when Matt and I slipped off to Bills room. Most of the other guys were already there throwing back beers. We quickly went inside to cut back the noise. Instantly greeted with drinks of our own we talked and hung out for a few hours. Being pretty new to alcohol I quickly got drunk and needed to chill. Matt and I sat next to the window in the corner and fought the dizziness. Eric came over too and we started to talk about whatever you talk about when you're drunk. After a while Eric landed on the subject of parents, his were fighting and he thought they might get divorced. "Ahh don't worry about it, and even if they do its not so bad. My rents divorced when I was 9. They're happier separate so it can work out I guess," Matt fumbled out. "Thanks man. Why'd your parents got divorced?" Eric asked. "Eh, I don't really know. I mean its not like they even fought that much. Mom had just said that they weren't right for each other any more. My dad didn't ever say much about it. But honestly, I kinda feel like he might be gay," Matt said matter of factly, raising his eyebrows and taking a swig. "Wait, really?" I stammered out. "Yeah man, it's weird. My mom has remarried since and had a few bf's before that. Old John here hasn't had a girlfriend since the divorce! I can see they all want him too, but he's like not interested or something." He said again not seeming to care either way. "To my gay dad, haha," He joked putting his beer in for cheers to which we all laughed and shouted. Matt and Eric talked for a bit while I sat in my drunkenness considering the idea that John might be gay. After a while Matt got sleepy and headed back to the room leaving me a key for later. Eric glanced at me and told Matt he would make sure I got back. Not caring about anything at this point I drank with the rest of the team till about 1am when I blacked out. I awoke to my phone buzzing in my pocket. I groggily squinted my eyes and tried to get my bearings, still wasted. I noticed I had a hard on and someone was working it pretty well. I naturally moaned and thrust into the receiver. I carried on like this for a few minutes, not able to focus on anything else. Slowly I opened my drunk eyes, not seeing anything in the dark. I heard a gag as my dick fell out of a throat. Fuck that felt so good. In my stupor I reached to the desk trying to find a light. My finger hit a switch and the light slowly filled the room too bright for me at first. The cocksucker went back down my shaft. As my eyes adjusted I looked down and saw Eric taking my 7 inches into his mouth. Instantly shocked and alarmed I jumped back, sliding out of his throat. "Ahh what the fuck!!" I shouted. "What are you doing dude!?" I tried to stuff my boner back in my pants. "You seemed to like it," Eric said taken aback. "You told me you liked dudes last night?! Fuck you probably don't remember." "F-fuck I was drunk dude, I-I don't know! Don't tell anyone!" Had I said that? I didn't care. I zipped up my pants, found my key and shot out of his room. The hallway was spinning as I stumbled trying to find my room. I mighta walked for 10 minutes before I found it. Finally getting the door key in I tried to be as quite as I could. Only the bathroom light was on, probably left for Matt and I. Through my haze I gulped some water and attempted to headed to my bed. Matt was face down on top of it passed out. He took up most of the bed. I looked at the other bed and instantly wished I hadn't. It was a hot night and John had laid on top of the sheets. He was on his stomach head turned away from me. I walked to his bed taking in the mass of shoulders and back muscles, watching them heave with his breathing. He was wearing only a white pair of briefs over his firm ass. His big legs spread out the bed. It was a sight to see, he looked like a god. In a trance I slowly reached a hand out landing on his upper left thigh. I let out a soft moan as I gently moved my hand over his leg. The light hairs tickling my fingers as I felt his muscles. My boner from a few moments before came back in full force straining against my pants. It only pushed harder as my hand found its way onto his brief covered ass. I held my breath as I felt the strong globes. What I would give to see them bare. If I had any inhibitions sober I sure didn't now. My hand began to slip down his crack, he grunted. I shot my hand back and held my breath. He didn't wake but shifted and began to roll over. I couldn't believe my eyes. I watched as his broad chest and torso rolled over. Followed by his legs and finally the biggest bulge I had ever seen. I let out another moan as my cock throbbed in lust. The whole scene was too much to process. The bathroom glow lit the room as I breathed softly letting my eyes take in John. They instantly went to his waist. The white briefs full and stretched tight by his package. Only the Calvin's he wore could try to support such a cock. I stared easily seeing the outline of his dick against the cotton. The meat reached over and across two large balls that hung below. The underwear was as full as could be. Still wasted I watched his chest rise and fall and I ran my hand across his thigh towards his bulge. Pre cum was dripping out of my dick and in the back of my head my mind was screaming stop but I couldn't. My hand began to slide over the white cotton. I was about to reach the mound when John grunted again and raised his hands to rub his eyes. My stomach dropped, heart pounding I yanked my hand back quickly turning around facing my bed. "Clay? Is that you," John mumbled. I didn't move. Drunkenly I stammered out, "U-uhh yeah, sorry to wake ya. I was just going to bed." "You okay? Matt said you guys drank," He didn't sound too thrilled. "Yeah I'm fine, I think I just need sleep. Sorry," I said my voice hoarse. "Well rest up, you guys still have to play tomorrow," He said with a chuckle. "Would you hit the light?" "Sure," I said forgetting about my situation. I turned to hit the light and saw John glance down at the obvious hard on I was sporting under my pants. He stared for a second before quickly looking away, rolling over and saying, "Night Clay." Knowing I had fucked up I croaked, "Night," and hit the light before collapsing on the bed. Fuck I was horny. Thanks for reading! Let me know if ya enjoyed/are hard to see what happens next! Love hearing all your comments. Be looking for the next installment! Can only get more heated from here ;-)