Date: Mon, 25 Aug 2003 14:49:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: chip ster <chipster071053@yahoo.com>
Subject: Swimmer-Coach-08

Swimmer-Coach - 08
By Larry Laetus(Laetuseros@aol.com)
Edited by Chipster (chipster071053@yahoo.com)

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I woke Carl and Andy by jerking their big toe. We splashed cold water on
our faces and with warm wet washcloths cleaned up any dried cum on each
other. We slipped into t-shirts, shorts, and footgear. We made it to the
mess hall, joined the line of equally sleep-deprived men in the chow
line. Filling our trays with only juices and fruit we gathered as a team in
one area of the dining hall. I glanced around at the other teams that had
gathered in a similar manner. Coach joined us and expressed his pleasure at
seeing we were all eating very light. He told us we were up first right
after breakfast, and could stoke up at lunchtime. He left our group and
Rocky came up to join us.

"Okay guys, we just have time to get back to our rooms and get our gear and
down to the pool area. We will use the locker room entrance. Be sure to get
into your suits, and then shower down. I understand you can get to the pool
right off the shower room. We get about ten minutes to warm up in the pool,
and then the trials begin. Let's move it!" He turned to us and asked Andy
if he had the room key. Duh! Andy had the thing strapped to his arm. He'd
never let it go.

Hustling to our room, Andy opened it so that we could grab our gear and
then as we left Andy check the room for anything we missed, locked the
door, and ran to catch up to us. We all talked excitedly as we made our way
to the locker room to change. It was huge when compared to ours. Guys were
standing or sitting, taking off their clothing and slipping into their tank
suits. It was a meat market! One hunk came strolling toward us stark naked,
his cock whapping from thigh to thigh. Huge pecks, biceps, and quads. He
was no swimmer, that was for sure.

Brian came round a row of lockers, saw us and yelled, "Over here toadies,
your team is located in this row." Laughs rang out all over the locker
room. Someone yelled, "Hey Brian, was that toadies or ladies you shouted."
Brian's deep voice replied, "I said, Toad, you fuckers, lay off!" We could
hear the snickers and muffled laughs of the college swimmers. I know my
ears burned red, and I glared at Brian. The bantering didn't faze him. We
quickly found a locker, stripped, then slipped into our slinky tank suits.

Rocky looked us over, asked if we were ready and as a team headed for the
showers. We were greeted by a mixture of totally nude guys showering and
other suited teams rinsing off under the showers. A bar of soap skittered
across the floor and hit my foot. Rocky, grabbed my wrist and told me not
to pick it up, just kick it back into the showers. He'd explain
later. Several showering guys let out with a deep, "Whoa, the toads are
touchy. Better give them room in the pool. Ouh! Big toads in a little
pond!" and they broke up laughing at their own joke.

I was mystified with the arrogant attitude and total disregard toward our
feelings. Normally, teams warmly greeted one another and attempted to make
friendships. This disrespect was uncalled for. It apparently was different
in college. Our team quickly moved through the showers and out onto the
pool deck. Coach strolled over to us with his clipboard in hand. He was
dress in an oversized t-shirt, and his tight tank suit was stretched over
his package. It moved from side to side between those heavy thighs of his,
tempting, tantalizing, promising great mass withheld beneath the tight
silk.

Okay, usual line up, one after another in lane three, make those tight
turns and back to the starting point. This is warm up, not a race! Rocky,
they are all yours, coach them down the lane. Remember, there are eyes on
you that you don't even know about!"

One after another we dove into lane three, about a body length behind each
other, a nice slow crawl and flutter kick. Down to the opposite side, tight
tuck turn, push off, glide, and back into the crawl. At the finish, up out
of the pool in a graceful push up and stand wiping the excess water off our
arms, body, and legs. We walked over as a group to pick up some chamois to
dry our selves.

>From then on it was all business. Lane assignments were made. Spotters
took their place on each lane. I glanced and the college stud that was
racing in the lane next to mine. He looked like a human torpedo. I knew I
had to pour everything into this medley. I had to prove to Coach and
Dr. Lee that I was college level and worthy of the scholarship.

The whistle sounded, I entered the water with my best dive, came up
stroking in my rhythm, and from then on I was on automatic. My conscience
mind shut down and all the training I'd done took over. I came up at the
finish and the crowd was roaring. I was shaking the water out of my eyes
when the college dude next to me finished. The spotter offered me his arm
to lift me out of the water. Coach and Dr. Lee were walking toward
me. Coach was grinning. Dr. Lee approached and reached for my hand, "Young
man, do you know you just broke the college record for freestyle crawl?"
Our handshake continued pumping until I relaxed my hand and he let
go. "Incredible, you'll be quite an addition to the team next year, welcome
to Ohio State. Just amazing a full body length and a half, smooth, strong,
just elegant to watch." He walked away shaking his head, and Coach started
pounding my back and yelling, "Way to go, really super!"

By that time the rest of the team had surrounded me and were pelting me
with congratulatory slaps and hugs. Through my down turned eyes, I noticed
Rocky standing off watching the adulation I was getting. "Okay, guys enough
already, calm down it was only a race, we have lots more to compete in!" We
walked to the sidelines.

Rocky's heat with the breaststroke was next. He was nervous. I went to him
and tried to reassure him about his ability, and with that dolphin stroke
of his, he'd win without much effort. The eight of them went to there
position. Rocky was flanked by two mean looking college swimmers. They were
the same ones who taunted us in the showers. I sure hope Rocky kept his
cool. He needed to win this race to insure his scholarship and a place on
the college team next year. I slipped in to a sweatshirt and hunkered down
with the other members of our team to watch from the sideline.

The whistle blew and there were eight bodies launched into the air and
Rocky entered the water clean, and came up stroking about half the length
of the pool. His dolphin kick was propelling him ahead of the two
competitors in each lane next to him. He made the turn just a few seconds
before the competition. He had a nice glide, but this was the danger
point. If he faltered or got winded, anything happened, he'd lose his
lead. It was very close; the swimmer on his right was closing the gap. We
were on our feet screaming for Rocky to pour it on, to put that last burst
of speed. His flayed arms hit the deck, a hundredth of a second before the
swimmer on his right. It was close, but Rocky won the heat.

And so it went. In every heat, we poured on the pressure. We were getting
dirty looks from the college swimmer. We were beating them at their own
game; the competition between high school and college was fierce. Coach
later told us that we did the job Coach Lee wanted us to do, break the
confidence of his team and make them work harder. Jody explained that the
team lacked luster, had become complacent and needed something to stir
their fighting spirit, and we had done just that. He congratulated us.

We went to our lockers, stripped off our tank suits and as a group entered
the showers. We were met with catcalls from the college guys, however we
did notice they called us "Froggies," and "Look, Froggies come a courting!"

Carl, Andy, Rocky, Peter and I gathered under a couple of shower heads and
were soaping up, washing off the chlorine when the college swimmer across
from us asked Rocky where he learned that foot stroke he was doing. Rocky
beamed, this was his chance to lord it over the college stud.

"Oh, that, the dolphin stroke? I learned that from the dolphins I played
with in the Bahamas!" He raised his arm and soaped his hairless armpit.

"Oh, bullshit, Froggie. Who you trying to fuck with. Learned it from
dolphins, no way!"

"Yeah, way! My dad's an Envoy for the diplomatic corp. of the United States
Government. I spent a couple years in the Bahamas swimming with dolphins. I
learned a lot from them. They are highly intelligent and very playful."

"No, shit, Rocky, you really did that?" said Peter and Carl at the same
time, spouting water from the showers.

A couple of the college swimmers started conversing amongst themselves,
then on turned and spoke to Rocky. "Well, Big Frog, we've decided to call
you 'Dolphin Boy!"

Rocky, in his usual arrogant way replied, "Well, kiss my ass! Dolphin Boy!"
He was grinning until he noticed that the stud across from us was walking
over to him. "Hey, no offense, you can call me what you want!" He was now
surrounded by four college studs, who had muscled between us and grabbed
Rocky. They soon lifted him off the shower floor and had him stretched
spread eagle between them, face down. Another big bruiser sauntered up
between his legs, looked at us and said, "Dolphin Boy's wish is my
command!" He spread Rocky's ass cheeks, bent forward and kissed his ass,
then licked between the cheeks. The four studs put Rocky back on his feet
and started pelting him with claps to the shoulders and handgrip hugs
around his neck. One gave him a 'dutch rub' on his short crew cut.

We all relaxed as the atmosphere in the showers got really
friendly. Introductions were made all round, and lot of hand shaking and
pats on the back and ass cheeks. A few gathered around my spray head and
asked me where I had learned to do the crawl like that. It was
impressive...the full length ahead of the nearest competitor. They were
amazed that a high school student broke the college record for the crawl
medley. Two of them started soaping me all over my body. I boned up readily
and they were impressed. They felt, squeezed, and stroke my turgid man
stalk, watching how the foreskin went back and forth over the purple
corona.

One of the guys bent forward with his arms on his knees, his very firm
impressive ass aimed toward me. He turned his head, smiled at me and told
me, "Okay, come claim your reward, you beat me fair and square, my ass is
yours, buddy!" I didn't need any further urging, but stepped forward and
placed my boner tight up into his pucker and flexed my hips in a forward
thrust. My dagger slid in fully right up to my pubic bone amidst cheers
from those witnessing the conquest. I noticed Rocky was claiming his piece
of ass, and was being rimmed at the same time. A couple of studs were
pinching his tits hard, and cupping his ass cheeks. As I worked my cock in
and out of this losers ass cheeks, I did notice quite a lot of sexual
activities going on around me. I felt the tingles start; I pulled out and
shot my wads of cum all over the guy's taut ass cheeks, and having finish,
slapped him on the ass. He stood up, hugged me, kissed me, rinsed off and
left the showers.

The water started to chill; everyone got a final rinse and exited the
showers. While drying off and getting dressed in our street clothes, we
exchanged pleasantries and wishful boasts and some challenges. It was very
different from the greeting we receive upon entering. It made us feel as
one of them, members of their team. We had earned their respect.

Coach met us as a group outside the dining hall for lunch. It was a grand
celebration; we chowed down like starved hogs. Awards were passed out,
congratulations given, promises made. Rocky round us up, and we headed back
to our dorm room to relax.

Just as we made it to the dorm, Brian called Rocky back to the dining
hall. He said that Coach Lee and Jody need to talk to him about tomorrows
departure schedule. Carl, Andy and some of the other team members went up
to our rooms.

The most important thing that came out of the Columbus Swim Trials was not
that we placed well and showed a lot of college studs what we were made of,
but I had a better understanding of Rocky's sexual drive. I had been
sitting waiting for my turn in the 400 medley and was watching Rocky pace
back and forth on the deck. He was becoming very tense. Coach Jody came
over and grabbed him by the arm, his other hand gripped and massaged
Rocky's neck. He urged Rocky to calm down, told him to do some stretching
exercises.

I thought back at similar competitions. After each one Rocky became
extremely aggressive and horny. He immediately sought sexual gratification
and once his nuts were drained, he returned to being a normal teenager.

Doc Vogel had once told me that my horniness was due to testosterone levels
in my body. He explained that exercise made the body produce more
testosterone into our system as a defense mechanism to ready out bodies for
conflict or to handle a conflict.

Once the conflict/stress ended, our testosterone levels returned to
normal. In some men the extra testosterone produced excessive hair, others
huge muscularity, other just plain aggressive behavior. So masturbation at
those times was a good way to relieve the stress or tension in our bodies
and return the testosterone levels to where we can handle it.

That explained a lot of Rocky's behavior. I made that connection right
after the swim trials as we walked back to our dorm room that last
evening. We were going to pack up what we brought with us for that bus trip
back to Cleveland.

Carl, Andy and I had gone to our room after dinner and a walk around the
OSU campus. We were ready to just lie around and relax and watch some cable
television. Coach Jody and his kid brother Brian had detained Rocky right
after dinner and the three had gone to meet with Dr. Lee at his office on
campus.

The three of us stripped off our street clothes and we were enjoying the
freedom you get from being totally naked and caressing your own
body...scratching the itches. Carl had turned on the television and we had
taken our places on the beds. Carl lay next to me on one queen bed and Andy
on the other queen size bed.

Rocky burst through the door, ripping off his shirt and jeans. He demanded
Andy to get up and get between his legs. "Get your hot mouth onto my
inflated sausage and bring me off, cause I am really horned bad!" He laid
spread out next to Andy, putting his hands behind his head, his cock
standing tall then laying flat on his tight abs and gently bobbing with the
rhythm of his heart beat. Rocky had beads of perspiration on his forehead
and his natural man scent flooded the room.

Andy rolled over and off the bed, then crawled to the foot and up into
Rocky's spread legs. He licked up Rocky's inner thigh, and licked his heavy
nut sack and sucking one testicle then the other with a love bites. He
licked up the stalk of Rocky's wide prick, and his tongue swirled around
the corona of his huge swollen glans.

Rocky's hand connected with the side of Andy's head. "Enough of that shit,
I want your mouth sucking my cock down your throat, I ain't got time for
foreplay. Suck it!" He lowered his head and returned his hands behind his
head, waiting for Andy to comply.

"You don't have to get rough! I was just enjoying myself." With that said,
Andy opened his mouth wide and swallowed Rocky's pecker, his lips stretched
and sliding down so that his nose was in Rocky's pubic area, where his
golden blond bush of pubic hair had once been growing.

Carl rose up to watch. I looked at his face, then down to his crotch. Yep,
he was boned and had a bead of clear juice at the piss slit. His hand
caressed his nipples, making them stand hard. I was fascinated with Carl's
nipples. When aroused, they were about 3/8ths of an inch tall with
perfectly flat tops. I'd place my lips around them and suck them into my
mouth and flick the tips with my tongue and he would writhe beneath me.

Carl's eyes were on Andy and Rocky, but his hand was caressing his abs and
his fingers were soon sliding up and down his inflated man pleaser. I slid
my hand up to his thigh and my fingers tickled his hanging nut sack,
watched it pull up closer to his cock. He looked down and smiled, "Want
to?"  I responded with. "Yeah, lets."

Carl's body came down to cover mine. Our lips met softly, his tongue slid
over my lower lip and I met it with mine. He slid his tongue into my oral
cavity and slid over my teeth, pressed upward on my pallet, then twisted
around my tongue. We traded saliva, sucked on each other's tongue in
turn. Cold shivers raced up and down our bodies. My hands felt his back and
the goose bumps.

Carl's hips began to press down and wiggle sideways, stimulating out hard
penis' to rub and mix the pre-cum onto our lower abdomen. More shivers of
pleasure. He rose up on his knees between my spread legs. His eyes were
glittering with the lust he was feeling. I smiled and nodded, as his hands
slid around my calves and raised them upward. He slid forward, the wide
girth of his glans pressed on my puckered ass ring. I relaxed and willed
him to shove deep. Like the expert fucker that he was, he entered my ass,
as slow as his lust allowed him. It was torture, my hips rose to force him
to enter quickly.

A grim appeared on his face, and his hips backed off. "No you don't. You're
going to take it slow and deep, I'm in charge and I want to love you the
way you need it!" My hips lowered, his moved inward. Inch after inch of his
swollen man meat entered my guts. The glans pressed my prostate and I
rolled with the tingles that it caused. His cock slid past entering deeper
until he was fully in me. In the background I heard slurping and moans from
Rocky.

"Please," I moaned, "I want it hard and deep, please Carl. This is torture
and you know it!"

"Yeah, but I love doing it!" He lowered his body onto mine, his lips and
open mouth seeking mine. Our lips connected and he sucked the breath out of
me, pressing down with his lips so that I had to breath through my
nose. His hip slammed hard against my butt, and then the feeling of him
pulling out and wham, his hips slammed against my ass cheeks and thighs
once again. He fell into a steady rhythm and my hips curled to meet his
thrusts. My prostate was being massaged and pre cum was leaking out of my
penis and lubricating my abdominals. Carl broke the kiss, raised up on his
extended arms, his eyes locked into mine, and his tempo speeded up. He was
flexing his body and his cock was sliding in and out of my ass at a nice
pace. My cock was straining.

"Here it comes stud, my cream up your ass, hot and spicy!" his hips ground
down into my thighs, he collapsed onto my chest, I felt his warm seed pulse
into my rectum, my sphincter muscle grasping, his hands under my shoulders
gripping. We lay there breathing from the effort and the intensity of our
climaxes. His head was next to mine; I felt his hot exhaled breath on my
ear and neck.

Carl raised off me, grinned and softly spoke, "One more time!" and his hips
flexed as he started to pull out his still hard cock. The thrusts were not
urgent, this time it was all about giving pleasure, the need was gone. He
thrust his cock in upward, downward, wiggled it from side to side, watching
my face for a reaction. My ass butt was rocking from side to side under his
hips. We got into some sort of rhythm and he fucked me for hours. One of
his hands was spreading my spent load over my chest, rubbing it into my
skin. He found a nipple and pinched it with his slick sperm covered thumb
and forefinger. I twisted with the delicious pain it caused. His
fingernails pressed inward on the nipple.

My relaxed prick soon inflated to its full seven inches and was rubbing
itself on his belly.

I was getting off on that and his smooth cock action up my ass. I clenched
my ass ring and made it tight. Carl moaned, "Nice!" and his hips squirmed
as he pressed inward. He came once more. I felt the hot gush in my
guts. His body rolled sideways and he collapsed on his back next to me. The
tension gone from his body, his steady breathing as he drifted off in a
relaxed and restful sleep. His once hard tool lay on his thigh, half the
size it was fully inflated. It glistened with the sheen of our fucking, wet
and inviting.

I rose on one elbow and was moving toward the prize, when Andy's head
appeared and his tongue lapped up Carl's cock. He had one hand holding up
Carl's deflated penis, the other supporting Carl's relaxed scrotum, rolling
the testicles in his fingers. He looked at me and said, "Larry, that's my
job, I do the clean-up!" In less than a minute he had Carl's cock licked
free of ass cream.

He pushed me back and his tongue started lapping up the cold drying cum on
my stomach and chest. That done, he went down and sucked my deflated Oscar
into his warm wet sucking mouth. This kid had the best cock sucking mouth
in the business. Well, at least around our high school.

"Andy, what happened to Rocky? I thought you were servicing him?"

"He was, but I saw you two need him, so I sent him over. It was hot seeing
Carl's ass bud flash me. I got to get me some of that! That guy has some
nice moves. He sure knows how to butt tease, don't he?"

"Is that what you think he was doing, butt teasing my ass?" I rolled
sideways so that I could get a look at him. He was lying on his side, his
hand softly fingering his extended pole of masculinity. I was very sure
where he wanted to put that monster. I watched as he got off his bed and
walked over to the foot of ours.

"Yeah, I got to get a piece of that ass!" With one of his meaty hand, he
batted Andy out of the way. He grabbed Carl's ankles, crossed them and
twisted so Carl's body turned over. He spread Carl's legs wide, then on his
knees he made his way up between Carl's spread legs. He reached out and
softly caressed Carl's relaxed butt cheeks. He stuck his finger out to
Andy, who then stuck it into his mouth, coated Rock's finger with spit and
saliva. Rocky then moved the finger to Carl's ass cleft and pushed it up
against Carl's tight pucker. He massaged the puckered ring and soon had the
finger up Carl's ass to the knuckle. He then pulled it out and shoved it
back in, loosening up the sphincter muscle.

Rocky grabbed Carl's hips in both hands and pulled his ass up to his
swollen hard cock.

Carl moaned in his sleep. Rocky laughed. "Watch this gentlemen, watch what
he does when he feels my man size rod deep in his ass!"  Holding Carl's
hips up, he pressed his boner into the pinkish brown pucker. Rocky's cock
slid inward, spreading Carl's ass ring with its girth. Carl awoke with a
start, "What the hell?" Rocky slugged him on the back with one hand and
kept him from raising up. Rocky's cock was sunk way up into Carl's guts and
he started fucking Carl with zest. He slammed down, pulled out, slammed
down again, talking filth about how he always enjoyed Carl's tight ass
around his cock.

Andy and I watched as Rocky's body started glistening with pure animal
sweat, and Carl's body heat rose. Carl was soon adding his own remarks,
begging Rocky to go at it harder, faster, deeper! Rocky replied, "Oh, you
fucker, you keep squeezing my pecker that way and I'm creaming your guts
way too soon." Rocky had reached another orgasm and pulling his cock out of
Carl's ass, sprayed the spunk all over Carl's backside. Andy got up and was
soon sucking the hot sperm off Carl's back and butt cheeks.

"That's it, you little cum eating cock sucking whore, clean him up. I'm
going in to take a nice hot shower. You want to join me in the shower,
Larry?" Yeah, I wanted to join him in the shower, but not for what he was
hoping for. I was going to verbally ream his ass a new hole for the way he
treated Andy, and Carl, and me. As I vented my anger, he just grinned and
caressed his body, legs spread in a defiant stance. After I simmered down,
he put one of his meat hook hands on my shoulder and told me, "Now don't
you feel better? Just get your body and nice ass into the shower and we're
going to have us some fun!'

"Oh no you're not! Not with me. The swim trials are over. You don't own me
anymore. You have just gone beyond the limits of civility and I don't
consider you team captain, or as a friend!" I angrily stalked out of the
bathroom. Andy and Carl having heard the last outburst were staring at me.

Rocky burst out of the bathroom, grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. I
glared at him. "You fill me with disgust. You fucking bully! You lay a hand
on me again without my permission, I'll flatten you with a good one!"

Rocky was grinning. "Yeah, you and whose army, faggot!"

That's when Carl and Andy rose to stand next to me, "We're his army, Rocky!
We are just a part of the team that will help him put you in your place."

"Hey guys, cool down. You know you all like my cock up your asses. Andy
loves to kiss ass and suck on cock." He walked to sit on the edge of a bed,
his arms on his knees and his head hanging low. His bravado had been
seriously questioned and he wasn't so sure he was in control any more.

"Think about it Rocky, you are in power only with the consent of those you
govern. The governed aren't so content to put up with the sexual shit you
have been foisting upon us.

It's time you start considering what we feel. It's not all about you and
your sexual needs. We all have feelings, we all have sexual needs, but
you're way out of control...way beyond the norm. You can't just take what
you want, shit you just raped Carl, you bully Andy, and you try to control
me. It's over Rocky. No more shit!" I turned and pulled on a pair of boxer
shorts and bounced onto the bed with the remote control in my hand.

Rocky stood there, stunned at my outburst and declaration. "Hey guys, he's
not right, right, I don't do those things. You always give out and I do
too." He was pleading for Carl and Andy to answer. Carl sat down on the
edge of our bed, Andy sat next to him.

"I guess he is right. You always order me, you don't ask me, you tell
me. Rocky you know I love to suck cock and rim a nice ass, but that doesn't
mean you shouldn't ask for it like a gentleman. So in that way, he's got a
point!" Andy looked up to face Rocky.

"Yeah, and what's with you fucking me while I'm sleeping? Larry's right,
you raped me, you fucked me without my consent or knowledge...that's rape!
You got some big problems to fess up to and settle. I'm with Larry, we
don't owe you nothin' not even friendship!" Carl bowed his head and stared
at the floor.

"Awe, guys, I been under a lot of stress. Jody's been pressing me to exceed
my time at the trial, I just barely beat that sucker in the
breaststroke...it was hundreds of a second.

He ragged my ass in front of his stud brother, embarrassed me." Rocky sat
down on the floor, crossed legged and rocking to and fro.

I spoke softly from the bed, "That still doesn't give you permission to do
what you did! To say what you did, to act the way you did. You are out of
control and you need to think about it. You are no longer a leader, but a
bully. You've changed a lot since I joined the swim team, and not for the
better. You do mean things and then later come up with some lame excuse for
it." I clicked off the television and rolled onto my side, arms gripping
the pillow under my head, trying to fall asleep. Rocky was silent, still
rocking in place, to and fro, hugging his knees. I heard a muffled gasp, a
sob, and Rocky broke out crying.  I rolled over and the three of us looked
at Rocky on he floor, tears streaming out of his eyes, over those full lush
lips and down his chin. His eyes were closed tight and he was rocking to
and fro and sobbing his anguish. It must have lasted ten to fifteen minutes
as we stared in silence.

Finally, he looked up at us. His eyes opened full of tears. His face was
wet from tears and swollen with grief. "I'm sorry, guys, so sorry" He
continued rocking back and forth, continuing to sob and produce an
abundance of tears rolling down his cheeks. He looked up at us, moaned
again, "I'm sorry, so sorry!" He took in some deep breaths and started to
calm down, controlling the sobs. Then he started spilling his guts, telling
us the real story of Rocky. The story no one knew.

The three of us talked way into the morning hours. Rocky doing the major
part of the talking. He told us of his childhood, how his parents left him
alone for long periods of time, how they encouraged him to be strong and a
leader, how they expected him to excel at every thing he did, how he
crafted a persona to protect himself, how he sought the love his parents
denied him, how they gave him everything he asked for and a lot he didn't
as away of making up for their lack of attention. He knew he was spoiled
and how it made it worse to have close friends, how Coach gave him that
love he craved, and reinforce the leadership qualities, forced him to
excel, applied the pressure his parents lacked.

Carl was the first to get up and sit down beside him and hug him. Andy
followed and sat on his other side. I looked down at the three of
them. Carl and Andy were sobbing in support of Rocky. They were mumbling
and telling each other how sorry they were, that they didn't know about how
Rocky felt, that they wanted to help.

For some reason, I found the whole scene comical. I burst out laughing,
"What a pathetic bunch you are. Look at you! Yeah, he's sorry and gained
your sympathy! But that doesn't change what he's done, he has a lot of
apologizing to do and you guys are not helping him do it."

Carl looked up at me, aghast at my words, "You aren't serious, you can't be
that cold or angry not to feel his pain. Shit, Larry, he's in mental pain
down here. Give him a break!"

"The only break I'll give him is his nose. He still hasn't convinced me
that he'll reform, and I still don't want his friendship. It will take a
long time to get my forgiveness. He's brutalized you two and conned you
into giving him some slack. He's taken advantage of my naivety and took
advantage of my sincere fondness for his company. Nope, he's going to have
to prove to me he's reformed." I rolled over and face away from the three
of them.

I felt the bed move. Then Carl was speaking into my ear. "The guy is really
hurting. I don't think he's conning us into anything. Look at him Larry, he
is really hurting. He's still team captain by title, we owe him some
loyalty for that." Carl's hand was sliding back and forth over my hip. It
slid under my arm and grasped my pectoral muscle, flicked my tit, pinched
and plucked it.

I rolled to my back. "You're just as bad as he is! You're trying to get my
forgiveness for him by appealing to my sensuality. You are willing to trade
sexual favors for it! Carl, he raped you! He bullied us. He made us
participate in orgies of his own making. Him and his precious Coach. Coach
sexually blackmailed me to being on the team. H offered a full scholarship
to Ohio State in return for my joining the team and getting him off when he
had worn Rocky out. Yeah, and I fell for it. We all did! We are all
victims! Well, I no longer am a willing victim."

Rocky was crying again, deep sobs. He came and sat on the bed, imploring me
to forgive his transgressions, his bad judgment. "What do I have to do to
get your forgiveness? Larry, please! I am deeply sorry. I apologize for
hurting you and taking advantage of you! Please!" His hot tears fell on my
arm, my resolve melting.

I sat up next to him. "Well, for starters you can quit blubbering. It
doesn't look good for a team captain to be red eyed. If you are truly
sorry, you can start showing it by changing your ways, you can be a real
leader and show us how to follow your example. Scouting taught me how to
lead by example. You can do it also. You don't have to order people to do
things, you can ask them and explain the benefits and rewards they'll get
by doing what you ask them to do. You get their consent. You are an equal
asking for help, not a leader demanding obedience. You don't fuck us into
submission, you join us for mutual relief, we help each other."

"If you start doing that, you'll earn my respect and forgiveness. Deal?" I
looked down between his hefty thighs, noticing that for once, his cock
wasn't hard.

"Okay, I'll try. You guys are going to have to help me. Something of this
magnitude I'll need help with." He grabbed my bare shoulders, turned me to
face him and planted a warm wet kiss on my mouth...totally
unexpected. "It's a deal, sealed with a kiss!" The guys were grinning,
ear-to-ear. We were all happy about the results.

Rocky was a different person after that. He cooled it with Coach, but I
don't know about that. People started noticing his change in attitude and
the way he went about getting support for his projects. His father called
me, asking if I knew what was wrong with Rocky, he'd changed. My reply was
that he became a better person. His dad agreed and thanked me and hung
up. I smiled and put the receiver back down. Rocky earned not only my
respect, but the respect of his parents and associates. He deserved my
forgiveness and one evening I had the chance to give it to him.

Sunday afternoon, the college guys formed a corridor from the dormitory to
the bus, cheering and handclapping us onto the bus. We exited the dorm and
dog trotted through the corridor of studs and boarded the bus for the trip
home. I noted that some friendships had been made and some surreptitious
gift exchanges were being made. The stud I had fucked in the showers got on
the bus and came up to me. He shoved a small package into my hands and told
me to open it. Inside were six rubber condoms and a note. "These are yours
to use on me when we next meet. Warm regards, Donald.  I looked up at his
hazel eyes and told him, "I'm looking forward to it! Thanks!" He gave me
gentle punch to the shoulder, and said, "Me, too!" He turned and left the
bus amidst loud catcalls from the guys around me. I blushed and was
embarrassed by the attention. I looked out the window as the bus pulled
away and returned his wave.

The ride home was quiet. We were all reflecting on the events of the
weekend. The talk was soft, and some of the guys drifted off asleep. Coach
and the bus driver were talking up front, my head nodded, bobbed and I was
also sleeping as we sped home to Cleveland.

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Well guys, that pretty much sums it up. If you want me to continue, like my
being drafted into the Army, the guys I met, etceteras, well, then email
me. If enough of you contact me then I might be cajoled into writing more
of my life story. It's up to you.

P.S. I still get email asking if this story is true...it is. Do you
seriously think I'd make all that shit up if it didn't happen to me? What's
happening your life?

Larry (that's me) can be emailed at: Laetuseros@aol.com
Chipster (my editor) can be emailed at: Chipster071053@yahoo.com
Note that Chip has a lot of great stories of his own on Nifty. His latest
hot onee is called "In the Dog House."