Date: Mon, 2 Oct 2023 14:30:36 -0500
From: Leon Horn <princeleonh@gmail.com>
Subject: Off-the-field Part 1 (Revised)

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I remember that day so vividly; The blazing heat from the sun and wiping
the sweat from my forehead, as I ran my hand through my dark brown hair,
which was usually nice and soft, but was now damp from sweat.

"What the fuck," I thought to myself. It was only late May, and it already
felt like the middle of summer in the middle of the Sahara. I wondered if
they would open the pools early because of the heat.

I felt the wind of bodies run past me, and then I realized Coach had been
yelling my name.

"Get your damn head in the game, James!" he yelled. I could almost see him
foaming at the mouth from here. I had been daydreaming again... I probably
should work on that.

"Coach, I thought we talked about using that kind of language in front of
the kids" I jokingly yelled back. He huffed and began to make his way
towards me. That was my cue to get back in the game.

I don't know what he was all wound up about, it was only phys. ed. class,
anyway. It's not like I would zone out when I was actually on the field.

"Any more of your smart-ass mouth, Jameson, and I'll have you running laps
till you vomit!" he yelled, but I pretended to be too far to hear him.

 A few minutes later with no one scoring a goal, I heard him blow the
whistle. Most of our gym class did the zombie walk back to the locker room,
accompanied by zombie groans.

The varsity guys and I were used to Coach's "Don't stop 'til you drop"
attitude and were much better off. We ended up jogging back to the locker
room, beating Coach and the others. Even we had to sigh as we entered the
building and its cool air hit us. Almost immediately, all shirts and a few
pairs of shorts came off as we made our way down the hallway. This time in
the afternoon the school was an absolute ghost town.

I began stripping off my sweaty clothes and shoving them in my locker. I
had to lean up against it to even get it too close. With the amount of
stuff, I had packed in there, I'm surprised I haven't been featured on
Hoarders. I had a week's worth of shorts, shirts, jocks, and socks,
although it hadn't been entirely my fault.

The team manager quit a few weeks ago for some reason. He was the one
usually doing the laundry; he seemed to enjoy it, and if he wanted to do
it, then fine by me. That just meant my mom wasn't bitching that my room
smelled like my own personal locker room.

I managed to finally shut my locker, and then almost immediately remembered
I had left my towel inside.

"Damnit!" I muttered. There I was, standing in all my glory and with no
towel.

"Hey Croft, do you have an extra towel?" I asked as he walked by me on his
way to the shower.

"Nah man, I only got the one. Ever since that kid left, I've been having to
wash my own shit."

"Fuck, man. I just crammed my stuff in my locker. If I open it now all my
shit is gonna go all over the place. Just let me borrow your towel then,
man" I asked trying not to think of how the cold air that felt good a few
minutes, wasn't so good when you are stark naked.

"Fuck no. What the hell do I look like? Why would I want your nasty ass
ball hair all over my towel!" he shot back. Although he laughed, I didn't
find it humorous.

"Man, fuck you! I'll just take one of Pete's, he isn't here today anyway."
I walked over to Pete's locker and began thumbing in the combination. The
only reason I knew it was because Pete tended to forget it and said it out
loud whenever he put it in. Poor guy. One of the best players we have, but
dumber than a sack of hammers.

"Yo, you know Big Pete doesn't like you touching his shit," Croft said.

"Dude, chill. It's the weekend. I'll use it, toss it in the dryer, and get
it back in his locker before next week. He won't even know," I assured
him. He gave me a dismissive look and kept on walking to the shower.

I finally got it unlocked and opened it up. Wow. Pete might not have been
the brightest guy, be he sure as hell was neat.

There it is. I pulled out the towel that was neatly folded on the top part
of the locker. So that's what that is supposed to be used for. As I pulled
the towel down, I was hit by an avalanche of magazines.

"Jesus, Pete. What the hell!" I said rubbing my sore head. I bent down,
picking up a few of the magazines.

"Woohoo Pete, you been holding out!" It appeared Big Pete had a porn stash
hidden in here, although I began to wonder why even bother keeping old
magazines at all. But I remembered Pete's parents were kinda strict. I'm
sure he would have gotten hell for looking at this kinda stuff. Looks like
Big Pete was smarter than he looked. Although bringing this kinda stuff to
school was pretty risky. Although it was pretty unlikely any of the guys
would rat him out to Coach.

I bent over, picking up a few of them. I thumbed through them. Big-breasted
women, all one and the same. I felt my dick get a little hard looking
through, but I soon heard the others enter the locker room, and Coach's
voice echo into the room. That all quickly dissipated, and I hurriedly
scooped the rest of the magazines up and stuffed them back in his locker.
As I was about to throw the last one in, I stopped. This one was different
than the others. Instead of having the typical big-breasted woman on the
front, it had a picture of some dude in a wrestler singlet. I could tell it
wasn't a wrestling magazine, though, since it had ads about the articles
inside. Most of them were talking about sex. Curious, I opened a random
page. and it was a spread of a completely naked guy. He was laying on some
sort of animal skin rug, his cock flaccid and laying on his lap.  I was
transfixed by the image. There were no other pictures on the page, just the
guy on the animal skin. The sound of lockers opening and closing snapped me
out of my trance. I quickly threw the magazine in the locker. I don't know
what had come over me. I didn't know what was weirder; the fact that Pete
had a magazine with naked men in it, or that I hadn't thrown it away in
disgust when I opened it. I turned and almost ran into Croft. I could tell
he had just finished his shower, as his hair was damp and his smelled like
fresh soap.  "Jeez Jameson, you must have been really happy to get that
towel," he said, laughing. He patted me on the back as he made his way
around me.  "What the hell are you-" I began to say, but as I looked down,
I saw what he had been talking about. My cock had gone from flaccid to
almost completely rigid.

I used Pete's towel to cover up. I didn't even realize I had gotten
hard. Had it been from that naked guy magazine? I headed for the shower,
realizing now was not the time to have an identity crisis. I made my way to
the shower. It hadn't filled up yet. Most of the guys in the class took a
while to get undressed. I guess because they were insecure, but when you're
a jock, your teammates' bodies aren't a big deal since you see them almost
as much as you see your own.

I didn't have much to be insecure about anyway. Three years of year-round
sports have given me a body most grown men would envy. And my uncut cock
was nearly eight inches on a good day I was content. Considering he was
famous for having a BBC, I was proud. Nearing the end of my junior year I
had women swooning for me. And since I'd just gotten my license a few
months early I had already taken a few of them down to Lovers Valley. Even
if we hadn't done anything below the belt yet.

I managed to finish my shower in record time I dried off and chucked Pete's
towel in the dryer. I got dressed in a rush and bolted out of the locker
room and down the hall. As I turned the corner. I bowled over some kids. I
managed to catch him. I began apologizing almost immediately.

"Oh man, I'm so sorry!" I said, hoping this random guy wasn't too pissed.

"It's alri-"

"I'm a total ass. I was just in a hurry!"

"I said it's fi-"

"You aren't hurt, are you?" I asked, not even realizing he was telling me
he was fine.

"DUDE!" he yelled. " I'm alright, but can you do me a favor and put me
down?"  "Oh, I'm sorry..." I said, apologizing again. I hadn't realized was
still firmly holding him from falling flat on his ass. I hoisted him to a
standing position and casually brushed him off.

"Thanks," he said, before continuing on to wherever he was headed. I nodded
and let him pass.

I looked at the clock and saw if I didn't hurry, I was gonna be late.  I
made it to the classroom and tried to calm myself to make it seem like I
hadn't just sprinted down every hall wall to get there. I opened the door
and stepped inside to face a row of eyes looking at me.

"Hey guys. How's it going?" I asked casually, taking my seat at the long
table.

"Nice of you to finally show, Mr. President-Elect," said the girl at the
other end. Her name was Veronica, and until about 2 weeks ago, we had been
sitting at opposite ends of this table. I had just recently been elected
student council president for our senior year. Veronica just knew was going
to win. She had some notion that the most popular girl in school would
easily win any sort of popularity contest she entered. What she forgot to
factor in was that most people didn't actually like her, and she was beyond
pissed when I beat her.

It was her own damn fault though. You can only be a bitch to people for so
long before they get tired of you.

"I was at Phys ed. V. I'm sure you wouldn't want me in this tiny room with
you, smelling like a pig." I responded back, picking up the papers and
taking my seat at the head of the table.

"I'm sure it would be an improvement," she retorted.

"Alright, that's enough you two. You are both supposed to be examples to
the rest of the school not sitting in here bickering like children," our
student advisor Mr. Adams said.

"Fine." I had to resist the urge to say she started it.

"Alright, Connor can you read last week's minutes?" I asked, looking over
the minutes I looked over at him as he read. He had really nice soft brown
hair that kind of swept to the side. I watched his lips as he read and
unconsciously licked mine. At this point, I had no idea what he was saying
all I could think about was the pretty blue looking up at me as he su-

"JAMES!" I heard Veronica yelling at me.  "WHAT IS IT!" I yelled back

"What the hell James, did you slip into a coma? Mr. Adams was just asking
you if you came up with a date for the banquet."

Fuck, had I really just zoned out in the middle of a meeting, and
fantasized about Connor? I shook my head in an attempt to clear it.


"Yeah uhm." I stammered trying to recall the date. "It will be the fourth;
that's a few days before the graduation ceremony the senior members will be
able to attend. We can reach out to the catering company when we get the
final head count. Looks like the final vote came out to barbeque." I said
confidently.

Veronica glared at me. I know she's just waiting for the moment I screw up
so she can swoop in and take over. She won't be getting that chance on my
watch.

We discussed a few more topics before I adjourned the meeting. I grabbed my
bag and headed for the door but stopped when Mr. Adams called me to his
desk.

"What's up?" I said sitting on the side of his desk, something I knew he
hated but stopped saying anything about once he knew it wouldn't stop me.

"Are you alright? You seemed a bit out of it during the meeting."

I thought about what happened in the locker room, then again with Connor. I
didn't know what it was, but I wasn't gonna start spilling it to
Mr. Adams. He was a cool teacher, but I didn't think he would understand.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired, I guess. I'll be more focused next week."  He
gave me a strange look and nodded, "Alright see you next week."

I walked outside and looked up; the sky had turned gray. Looks like we were
in store for some afternoon showers. Our meeting had gone a little later
than usual, so I wasn't surprised to see the parking lot deserted.

I got in my car and drove out of the student parking lot. Thankfully the
roads weren't backed up with buses. Just as I was about to turn onto the
main road, I saw a guy sitting by the bus stop. I looked a little closer
and saw it was the same one I nearly bowled over today in the hallway. I
drove up to the bus stop, and he looked up and gave me a weird look but
went back to staring at his phone.

"Hey, you need a ride?" I asked. I don't know why I was offering but, it
was hot out and I know I would have hated to sit outside waiting for a bus
in it.

"No, I'm taking the bus home." He said without even looking up at me.

"That bus isn't gonna be back for a few hours. and it looks like it's gonna
storm soon."

He looked up at me. I could tell he was trying to decide. Finally, he
grabbed his bag and made his way to my car. I smiled at him. He looked up
at me. "What the hell are you smiling at" he said, and I could tell this
would be a long ride if he was gonna be this grumpy the whole time.

"Uhm, nothing," I held out my hand " My name is-" "Yeah, I know who you
are." He interrupted, "I doubt anyone at our school doesn't know you."

"I see" I waited for him to give his name, but he never did. "Well, I'm
gonna need an address if I'm gonna take you home."

He gave me a funny look but told me his address. As we made our way to his
house, I tried to make some small talk, but every time I was met with the
same closed-off attitude. Eventually giving up, I turned on the radio and
just listened to music till we got there.

I pulled up out front and turned the car off. "Well, we made it in record
time, and just think if you had taken the bus you'd probably be drenched by
now." The sound of rain began softly patting outside the car.

"Alright what is it you want?" He asked, turning to me for the first time
since he got in the car.  "What are you talking about?"

"Do you need me to suck your cock, lick your balls, let you fuck me, what
is it?"

"Wow, slow down there dude. I don't want any of that. Not even sure where
that came from!" I was stunned. Did he really think I offered him a ride
home to proposition him for sex?

"Yeah right. You and those other meat-head jocks are always talking about
how much pussy you get, then behind closed doors you want to fuck guys like
me. I know you call guys like me faggot then turn around and try and get a
piece"

I was confused. Were other guys on my team doing this sort of thing,
picking up guys they knew were gay, and having sex with them?

"Listen if you aren't trying to fuck me, I'm going home." He started
getting out of the car.

"Wait!" I said yelled grabbing his arm.

"See, I knew you wanted to fuck me. All you jock dudes do" he said shaking
his head.  "No, it's not that. I just have to know are there guys that have
been doing this" He gave me another weird look. He sighed and reluctantly
motioned up to his house. Before I could say anything, he hopped out
slamming the door behind him.

I don't know why I got out of the car and followed him up the long
driveway. I hadn't parked that close and was beginning to regret it as we
made our way to the front door not quite wet. His house was pretty big. It
was one of those old ranch houses. I could tell it needed some repair in
some places but seemed in pretty good shape.

As we walked inside, the strong smell of vinegar immediately smacked me in
the nose. I tried not to make a face as we walked down a hallway and into,
from what I could tell, a basement.

"My mom uses vinegar to mop the hardwood." he explained. I was going to ask
why, but the reason didn't really seem important when I realized, it wasn't
a basement I was walking into, it was his room. It seemed the entire
downstairs had been converted into his own personal suite.

"Nice pad, man." I looked around quite astonished. My room was pretty big,
and even had its own bathroom, but this place made my room look childish by
comparison. He flopped on the bed, started taking his socks and shoes off,
and threw them into a pile on the floor.

"Woah, dude-" I began to say.

"Chill out. I'm just getting comfortable. I can't take my own socks and
shoes off in my house?"

"Uhh yeah sure. Sorry, I just wanted to make sure you knew I wasn't here
for sex."

"So you keep saying," he said as he rolled over on his back to grab his
laptop. I couldn't help but notice his ass as he did. It looked really hot
in those tight jeans. I shook my head. I was doing it again, looking at
guys and getting turned on by them.

"Here, I got something to show ya about your jock buddies" he motioned me
over to the bed.

As he started opening some files, I couldn't help but notice how close we
were. I could feel the heat coming off him and my body was beginning to
react to it. He opened a video and started playing it. The sound of
familiar voices pulled me out of my thoughts. I watched as two figures
appeared. I couldn't tell what they were saying, but the voice of the
larger shape was definitely familiar. As they came into focus, I almost
shit myself. I had to lean in close to make sure I wasn't seeing things. It
was Big Pete! I couldn't believe it.

I leaned in closer trying to hear what they were talking about. I couldn't
hear too well, but when I saw Pete start taking his clothes off, I didn't
need to. The two of them fell on the bed together. I watched as the super
straight macho Pete, who only hours ago I found out liked to jerk off to
naked guys, and from what I could see in this video getting his cock sucked
by this dark-haired twink.

I didn't want to keep watching. I felt like I was spying. I had known Pete
for years and had seen him naked and aroused plenty of times. That sort of
thing was bound to happen from time to time, but this was different. I was
watching my friend get pleasured by a guy. A guy that I had just met. Yet
all that didn't seem to be enough to pry my eyes away from the screen. Pete
definitely seemed to be enjoying himself, and my cock was definitely
enjoying the show. And I unconsciously began rubbing it.

I kept watching as the scene on screen began to change. Pete threw the guy
off him and climbed on his back and shove his cock up his ass. Although I
couldn't hear the words they were saying before. I could definitely hear
Pete's grunts and moans. I was now slowly rubbing my cock through the
fabric of my shorts.

I was so entranced by the video I didn't even notice. By then I was rock
hard, and it was quite clearly visible. I watched as my friend, pumped his
cock in and out of this guy's ass. I could hear him moan as Pete's cock
filled him up.

I began to wonder if my cock would make him make those sounds. I heard Pete
grunt again. It was guttural and lust filled. This time I distinctly heard
"AHH FUCK ME FILL MY HOLE."  Had he just cum in that dude's ass, better
yet, had that dude encouraged him to cum in his ass? I was so hot right
now, my cock felt like it would blow like a 4th of July rocket. The video
ended with the two of them panting on his bed. Pete got up and left a few
minutes later, and the guy walked up to the camera his flaccid cock
swinging with each step, as he got closer, I could clearly see the remnants
of a load plastered all over his cock and stomach.

I looked over at him. "Was that really my buddy Pete?" I asked. Although I
knew for certain I wanted to hear him say it.

"I never got his name. But he said I was the best lips he ever had wrapped
around his cock. Several of your friends said similar shit. I have videos
of them too if you want to see." He smiled at me. It had been the first
time he made any expression beyond the bored or aggravated one I had been
getting, but this one I could tell wasn't genuine. He was mocking me, and
rightly so. I had just been given information that was turning my whole
world upside down. I was so confused and horny, and a bit angry that my
friends never told me. but at the moment I just needed to get off in the
worst way.

As if by reading my mind again. I felt a hand wrap around my cock. I looked
over at him. He grinned.

"I know what you said, but you really look like you could use a hand." He
stroked me through my shorts using his other hand to guide me down to the
bed so that I lay on it with only my feet still dangling off.

I felt him tug on my zipper, the cool air feeling amazing on my now-exposed
junk. I forgot in my haste out of the shower I didn't even put underwear
on.

I stopped to think for a second. Is this really what I want, am I really
about to let some stranger go down on me?

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"James. James, JAMES!"

I jumped. Someone had been yelling my name. "Huh, what?" I stammered waking
from my stupor

"You dozed off again. Are you alright, dude? You've been acting weird these
last few days." Croft looked over at me. I could tell he was worried since
he wasn't his usual asshole self.

"I'm fine. I just haven't been getting much sleep lately." I replied,
grabbing my bag. I was grateful he decided to wake me up before the bell
rang this time. I doubt I would survive more verbal abuse from Ms. Valdez
for falling asleep in her class again. But I was finding it hard to work up
the energy to conjugate verbs today.

"Oh, I see." He said as if he had been working out some puzzle in his
head. "What's her name?"

"What?" I asked, maybe I was still a little too tired to get the point he
was trying to make.

"Come on, man. Not getting enough sleep is just another way of saying
you're getting pussy. So, spill, what's her name?"

"Dude, It's not like that. I've got a lot on my plate. Speaking of which,
I've got a student council meeting to go to. And I can't be late
again. Mind reminding coach I'll be late so that he won't chew my head
off?"

"Dude, it's Coach! He'd chew your head off if you were on time even if the
season wasn't over. You know how serious he is about conditioning. " He
patted my back reassuringly. "I'll tell him to go easy on ya!" he shouted
as he jogged down the hall.

I shook my head. Either way, I knew I was in for an earful later. I stepped
into the classroom, thankful I wasn't the last to arrive this
time. Veronica and Mr. Adams were already in the room; it was pretty
typical for her to beat me here.

Veronica turned around and glared at me like I was some vermin she needed
to exterminate.

"Look who finally decided to show up," she whispered probably so Mr. Adams
wouldn't hear, odd, since she wasn't known for being subtle.

I just rolled my eyes. I didn't have the energy to get into it with her
today. She could sense weakness, though, and I had to stifle a yawn and
hope she didn't hear. Her eyes locked on me. Damnit, I've been caught.

"Aww. Are you tired James?" she purred. She almost sounded
innocent... almost.

"Don't you worry about me. I'm fine," I retorted, putting on my best poker
face to prove it.

She didn't look convinced and turned around and kept writing the agenda for
the meeting. Now and then she'd turn around and glance at me. I could tell
she knew something was up. Veronica was like a shark sniffing blood.

I sat there waiting for the others to file into the room. It didn't take
long before the meeting was well underway. I was able to drown out most of
it since we'd only been talking about a budget today, and that was the
treasurer's forte.

 I wouldn't have to do much as president till the beginning of next year
anyway. Our own goal this year was to finish planning the Senior's
graduation banquet. And most of my work on that front was already done.

I kept thinking about last weekend. I spent quite a while at that guy's
house. I don't know how long I was there, but it was dark when I left. I
could still feel his tongue on my cock. A few times during the meeting, I
even had to adjust myself.

Something still bothered me about it, though. I never saw myself as gay or
anything before. But I enjoyed everything we did, that's for sure. And all
that stuff about the other guys on the team doing it too. I couldn't wrap
my head around it. I mean, I saw the proof with big Pete, but I couldn't
imagine Croft or any of the others.

It was all a lot to take in; I felt kinda bad when I left, I didn't even
thank him or anything. I ended up leaving without saying a word, even when
he asked to see me again, I just made an awkward shrug and ran for the
door.

At least I'd be able to get my shit together at practice. I adjourned the
meeting without another incident with Veronica and made my way down to the
locker room. It was empty as usual, and the locker room jock scent hadn't
set in yet. At least not as thick. It smelled quite clean; the soccer
season had just ended, so they had wiped this place down. Football hadn't
actually started yet, but Coach liked us to condition train over the
summer. Didn't want us getting lazy in our off time.

I changed into my practice gear. I was grateful our actual uniforms
wouldn't be here for a few more weeks. I would have died from the heat long
before the real season even started.

I made my way out of the locker room past Big Pete's locker, and I
remembered that magazine I found hidden in there. I wondered if it was
still there. Shaking my head, I made my way to the field. Now was not the
time for snooping. The team was probably still waiting for me.

As I expected, as soon as I stepped on the field, I heard Coach's voice
yell my name. I jogged over to join the rest of the guys. Standing next to
Croft, and next to him, none other than Big Pete.

"Alright, ladies, now that Princess James has decided to grace us with her
presence let's get started. But first I wanna introduce ya' to our new
manager. Try not to scare this one off, will ya? His name is Kyle, he's
gonna be a sophomore next year and this is his first year as a manager."

He pushed a lanky dark-haired kid forward, and I had to stop myself from
fainting. It was the kid from last week. The universe was playing some sick
joke on me. Why was he here?

"I don't want any funny business ya hear me" Coach's gruff voice pulled me
from my panic.

"Alright let's get to work ladies, championships don't win
themselves. Let's move!" The team dispersed. I guess Coach already went
over where everyone was supposed to go. I watched the team go and marched
up to Kyle.

"Dude! What are you doing here?" I whispered, making sure no one noticed us
talking. Most were too busy getting yelled at by the assistant coaches even
to care.

"I'm gonna be the new manager, didn't you hear." He said, grinning at
me. His tone was innocent enough, but I knew better

"Not what I meant. Why are you here?" I asked, probably a bit more
forcefully than I intended.

"Chill dude," he looked around the field. "My mom said I needed to get out
of the house and get involved. I figured it's a perfect gig. I get to watch
all you hot boys run. And if one of you guys needs a bit of...relief, then
I'm right here." He looked up at me, lifting his shirt to show his flat,
hairless stomach.

What was with this guy? First, he was almost angry at the idea that a jock
wanted to get with him now, he seemed to be tossing himself into the lion's
den.

"I also came to an epiphany after you left. If I can control the jocks of
this school by offering them what they want, then these next few years will
be a total cakewalk."

"Dude not here. I'm sure none of the other guys would risk getting caught
doing anything with you, not here."

He shrugged. "We'll see about that. How was last week, by the way? You ran
out of my place so fast I never got the chance to ask. If I remember
correctly, you moaned pretty loudly and gave me three- no wait four nice
big loads. I can still taste em." He licked his lips. I could still feel
those lips wrapped around my cock. I had to shake myself out of it, now was
not the time for those kinds of thoughts.

I glared at him. "It's not happening again, so forget about it." I turned
to walk away, and hopefully, hide the growing erection I hoped wouldn't
show through my shorts. Luckily my jock kept it all somewhat in place.

I shook my head and made my way over to practice with the others. I was
able to make it about an hour before. I scanned the sidelines, looking for
him. He didn't appear to be anywhere on the field.

"Dammit, where did that little prick go?"  , All of a sudden Coach's voice
comes booming across the field.

"Where in the hell are Peters and Croft?" I was beginning to wonder that
myself. A freshman besides me yelled out. They said they were helping the
new manager bring back water. Coach grumbled but accepted that. I figure he
was glad the big bad jocks weren't bullying the new kid. I knew something
was off, though. I knew Coach would have my ass for this, but I had to know
what they were doing.

"I gotta drop the kids off at the pool coach," I yelled holding my stomach.

"You are gonna lead me to an early grave James!" he yelled back but waved
his hand giving me the go-ahead.

Part of me hoped I was wrong, and they were, in fact, getting water. The
water fountains are only a short walk from the locker room, but since they
weren't down there, I decided to head down into the locker room.

I pried open the heavy wooden door, easing it closed just in case they were
in there. I could hear noises, but I couldn't make out exactly what they
were saying. I inched further into the room. I was able to make out that
there was more than one person.

I peeked around the corner and nearly died on the spot. There before me in
flesh and blood were my two friends naked except for the socks and
sneakers, with Kyle bent over a bench between them.

 I couldn't believe it. I'd seen Croft naked plenty of times, and Big Pete
was the team's biggest show-off. But seeing their hard cocks piston out of
this skinny kid's ass and mouth is beyond anything I'd ever imagine.

Croft was dark, almost midnight. And looked like he was carved from stone
with a rock-hard cock to match. It was definitely pushing 10 inches from
what I could see. He told me he would often lay out on his family's
yacht. He would always invite me, but I'd always decline. I was now sorely
regretting that decision. I could make out that steel rod of his pumping in
and out of Kyle's mouth, the same mouth that only a few days ago had been
wrapped around my own now swollen cock.

"Ahh fuck Petey, this kid's mouth is just as good as I remember it. Is his
ass just as tight? "I heard Croft say. His voice sounded different. Deeper,
huskier, the sound of it made the blood pound in my ears.

Big Pete was almost the textbook definition of a cornfed farm boy. He was
easily the tallest guy on the team at 6'5. But like Croft even Pete's
muscles had muscles. I don't know what sort of grade-A prime meat they fed
him on his family ranch but whatever it was it definitely worked.

Pete's giant frame dwarfed Kyles. I wondered how the kid was even handling
these two prime jock specimens.

"Yeah, it is, feels even tighter than I remember. Tighter than yours is
anyway." Pete replied

"Fuck you, and maybe if that dick of yours weren't so big, it wouldn't
stretch me out," Croft said, picking up speed.

At that moment, I thought my world would shatter. Not only were my two
closest friends fucking some random gay kid but each other as well. I
didn't know how to process that. But a part of me felt jealous about why
had they never included me. There was no guarantee I would have said yes,
but I was never even asked. A seemingly irrational thought among many that
clouded my brain as I watched the trio.

I peeked around the corner again. I could see the sheen of sweat on each of
their bodies. The way their muscles seemed to roll with each thrust. They
moved with the power of an athlete. That's for sure. It was almost
mesmerizing the way they thrust in and out of him.

I watched as Big Pete's muscular ass clenched and unclenched as he fucked
Kyle senseless. I was impressed by his ability to take Pete's monster
cock. His cock was rock hard and bobbed to Pete's thrust between his
legs. The sheen of precum was visible even from this distance as Kyle
leaked over the bench.

Big Pete started pulling all the way out before slamming his cock back
in. It seemed even bigger than I remember. Kyle was enjoying the assault on
his ass and mouth by my jock buddies. I rubbed my crotch subconsciously. I
had gone from slightly swollen to steel-hard in seconds.

"Dude I'm gonna fill this fucker up." Croft moaned as he picked up speed,
face fucking Kyle faster than I had ever seen. At this point, his hips were
a blur.

Meanwhile, Pete's moans became animalistic grunts, and I could tell he was
getting close too. It was only a matter of time before they coated Kyle's
insides with their hot cum. I was so hard I thought my cock would explode
on the slightest contact. My jock was definitely soaked in precum. I didn't
dare jack off anymore and possibly alert them to my presence.

"Aww fuck. I'm cumming Petey!" Croft yelled and thrust violently into
Kyle's mouth and froze the only movement was the convulsion of his balls
and trembling legs.

"Aggghh take my cum fucker!" Big Pete let loose a howl that made me
seriously wonder if that boy was part animal. Kyle let out a gurgled moan
as swallowed Croft's load. I could see his load even from here running down
his cheeks.

Petey and Croft seemed to revel in their mutual climax for a moment. The
entire locker room was filled with the scent of their activities. Our
locker room always had a musky aroma since our laundry room was directly
adjacent and most of the uniforms are typically discarded in a bin just
outside its door.

They pulled out of their respective holes and helped Kyle. I could see
Pete's load drip down Kyle's leg, and I licked my lips without even
thinking.

"Damn boys, you get wilder and wilder every time. Now would you mind
helping me finish off." He asked gesturing to his raging cock.

"Sure thing," Croft said grinning he got down on his knees in front of Kyle
massaged his balls and tilted his cock towards his mouth. I looked down at
my stiff prick which was no use hiding anymore since there was now a very
prominent wet spot across the front.

I watched as my best friend took Kyle's cock in his mouth, and deepthroated
it. I had been friends with Croft since we were little. And it never even
crossed my mind that he might like dudes. Hell, I wasn't even sure I liked
dudes. I could hear Kyle moaning. It sounded almost girlish.

"Uh uh uh. I'm gonna cum" I peeked back around the corner just in time to
see Croft swallow Kyle's load. Kyle convulsed holding on to Croft's head as
he unloaded in his mouth. Kyle eased his cock out of his mouth and grinned
at them both.

Croft wiped the excess cum off his mouth and stood up, patted Kyle on the
back, and was about to pull up his shorts when the one voice in the entire
world I wouldn't have wanted to hear bellowed from behind me.

"Ladies! What do we have here?"


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Thank you for taking the time to read this story. I hope you enjoyed
it. This is a rewrite of a story I wrote a few years ago. I updated it and
made some changes to help it flow better.

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