New Orleans
Syndicate: Chapter 2
© 2011 by Lootah Akecheta
Warning! This story may contain physical violence, strong language, and bloodshed. Read at your own risk
Disclaimer: This is an erotic tale between underage teens and adult men. It includes incest, seduction, and some forced sexual play. If you are offended by this type of material then please do not read further. If you are under the age of eighteen (18), then read with parental permissions only. It is strictly intended for mature audiences who enjoy reading material of this content. This is a purely fictional story and any resemblance to any persons is strictly coincidental. It is not my intention in the writing of this material to shed an unsavory light on any person by the use of any names in this material. This material is copyrighted by me and may not be used in part or in whole for group entertainment or education, including class rooms, without first obtaining written permission from me. I would appreciate any constructive criticism, complements, or suggestions my readers may have to share with me, however I will flatly ignore flaming out at my material. You may write to me via: akecheta@live.com.
Chapter 2
I reached into the fridge and grabbed the milk. Taking the twist cap off I chugged a couple of swallows before turning to look at my son who stared at me with a slight grin on his face. “I guess while the cats away, the mice play?” He asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Oh come on dad, you’d never do that if Silvia or mom were here. I remember you busted my ass good when you caught me drinking from the carton like that and it wasn’t that long ago either.”
I chuckled at the memory. “Yea well, what your mom and our chef don’t know won’t hurt them. I got on to you because your mom was only a few rooms away and you don’t want her to catch you drinking from any container she shares. It would be better if she caught you jacking off.”
Eric shuddered at the mere thought of his mom catching him wanking it. I guess the memory of when she caught Alex doing it a few years ago was still fresh enough in his mind to be a bit of a horror for him still. “I thought she was going to bring the house down. That was the only time I ever saw you put your foot down to her, telling her to ‘shut up and mind your own business’. I still can’t believe it.”
“Yea, I know and it didn’t sit well with her either if you remember. I was in the dog house for nearly a year after that, but it was worth it to protect Alex and you from her skewed view of male sexuality. Most women simply don’t understand men or our needs and Miriam is one of the worst. Being a real Southern Belle, and an aristocratic genteel southern woman of class who grew up in Baton Rouge, pretty much fucked her mind about how men should act. Much of her social views are Victorian in nature.” I said. He laughed, not because I was disrespecting his mom, but because my take of her views and social status was dead on the money.
Anyway to try and make a long story shorter, we have two exercise rooms. One is primarily for cardiovascular workouts with a few universal weight machines that cover most muscle groups. This room is for the women family and staff to use. Men are not allowed in there. The other one is a ‘male only’ free weight room with mirrors on the walls and mats for stretching and wrestling. There is even a boxing ring on the far side of the room and several cardiovascular workout machines. Both rooms are in the basement on opposite ends of the hall from each other. My wife and daughter never use the free weight room and the boys and I don’t use their workout room. It’s a house rule. I chose to keep these rooms gender separate for a very good reason: the boys and I prefer to workout in our shorts and sometimes even nude and I didn’t want them feeling they couldn’t if they wanted too. It’s a rule I made that is strictly adhered to by everyone. Even the maids don’t go in the free weight room to clean. Instead I have male employees who keep the room clean. My wife had no business being in there to begin with but when she heard Alex moaning she couldn’t leave well enough alone. I’ve never seen a teen boy so embarrassed in my life and I felt so sorry for him I had to step in and stop my wife before she marred him for life. The whole affair drew my eldest son and me closer together while simultaneously driving a small wedge between Miriam and me. I knew the wedge would eventually dissolve in time, but Alex may have never gotten over the damage her barrage could have caused.
I sat the milk down on the counter between us and reached for two glasses. When I turned back around I found Eric chugging milk from the carton just like I had. I couldn’t help but smile. “I guess we don’t need these then do we?” I said replacing the glasses in the cabinet. “Son, do you like what Thompson and Madison are doing to you? I mean, do you really enjoy it?”
Eric sat down on the bar stool and thought for a moment before answering. “I didn’t like it at first but I’ll be honest dad. I love it now. The sex we have in the circle is so intense.”
“Why didn’t you like it at first?” I asked.
“Because I was scared.”
“Scared of them,” I tried to clarify, “or of the whole situation?
“No, not them, no really. Sex with guys scared me, or rather my reaction to it. I mean, I’m your son. I don’t know if you realize how difficult it is being your son. I didn’t want you to think less of me or to downright disown me, or worse.” That last word he said rather quietly and it broke my heart. “What you think of me,” my son continued, “means everything dad.” He paused to take a bite of Crawfish Étouffée and I took the moment to study him. I felt bad that he was afraid of disappointing me, and even worse that he was afraid of me personally. I really don’t think I could harm a hair on his head and it would be impossible for him to disappoint me. I may be disappointed in things he may do, but not in him as a whole. One of the things that separate me from my contemporaries in other cities is that I would never kill one of my own children for anything. “Also, there’s the family reputation to consider.” He said after swallowing. “I’ll admit that once it all started it felt so good I really didn’t think much of it anymore. Anyway I liked it but didn’t want to be gay and, well I’m still not sure I’m gay, but dad, I love it. Does that make me gay?”
“No son, it doesn’t make you anything. You are you and you will always be you. Your sexual attractions do not define you but only augments what you are. And don’t worry about me being disappointed in you. I love you and I couldn’t be more proud of you. I don’t care if you fuck every man on the planet, I’ll still love you.” Eric blushed. They are so cute at that age and it made me chuckle again. The Étouffée was delicious and so was the Boudin. Silvia also prepared three vegetables to go with the main course, but Eric and I decided to skip them in favor of the German Chocolate Cake she baked. After eating we decided to continue the conversation in the den instead of my office. I no longer feared I’d need to keep my son locked up in order to make him talk.
“Dad, why don’t you ever walk around the house nude?”
“You’re brother asked me that same question after mom caught him masturbating in the gym. The simple answer is your mother. She won’t allow it.” I sauntered over to the dry bar and prepared another brandy. “You want some?” I asked holding up the amber liquid.
“For real?” Eric asked shocked half out of his mind.
“Sure why not?”
“OK, yea. Thanks dad.”
I smiled and poured another snifter. I put ice in his like I usually do to mine and handed it to him. “Let the ice melt a little and it won’t be so strong.” I didn’t put ice in mine this time. I felt I needed it a bit stiff for a change. I know, strange way of looking at Brandy, after all, it’s not hard liquor.
“Is that why you put ice in yours?” He asked.
“Yep, I like the taste of Brandy, but I find it a bit strong
at times. You, your brother, and me not wondering around the house nude or in
our underwear was your mother’s compromise for the exercise rooms remaining
gender divided. She agreed that no girl would enter the free weights room for
any reason provided no men would walk around the house in anything less than
respectfully dressed. I swear she can be such a prude.” I paused while I took a
seat on the couch next to Eric. “OK son, are you ready to tell me the rest of
it, how Coaches Thompson and Madison got involved?” He nodded and swallowed a
sip of brandy trying to relax so he could tell me the rest without shaking – it
only worked a little I’m afraid. I smiled when he winced at the alcoholic burn
going down his throat.
* * *
Part Two
“Do you mind if I slip off my jeans? They’re a bit tight?” I asked dad. He gestured for me to go ahead and so I pulled my jeans off. I didn’t stand up to do it and so I wasn’t expecting it when my shorts pulled down with them. Everything was exposed before I realized what happened and pulled my boxer-briefs up blushing. Dad licked his lips and then studied his snifter like he found something extremely interesting in his glass. Once I got settled and comfortable I continued.
Bryan and I were working out in the school gym. I was bench pressing and he spotted me. “Coach wants to talk with you when we get through here.” He said.
“Wants to talk with me? What the hell did I do?”
He laughed. “Relax dude, it’s not like that. I think he’s going to ask you to join our fraternity, but you didn’t hear that from me.” I swallowed hard as I pushed the barbell up and placed it back on the rack. “What you doing man, you’ve still got a few reps.”
“If coach wants to talk with me, then I guess I should go on in there and talk.” I wasn’t happy and my expression and tone revealed it. I know I probably should have been thrilled, but I wasn’t. In my mind coach should have invited me last year when he invited Bryan and it was a sore spot. Bryan caught me as I turned for the door. “Come on man, coach isn’t ready for us yet. Let’s finish our workout, shower, and then we can go to his office.” I glared at Bryan but relented. He has a way of looking at me that makes me do just about anything he wants and since we’ve stared fucking around with each other that power has doubled. I nodded but I was still pissed. “What is it Eric. Why are you so upset? I thought you’d be happy to be asked to join.” He inquired looking truly perplexed.
“Why am I pissed? I’ll tell why I’m pissed Bryan. I’ve had to watch you go into his office with the other members of his shitty little ‘fraternity’ all last year and this year since school started, the whole while feeling left out and dejected. He should have asked me to join when he asked you. Now all of a sudden he thinks I’m finally good enough? Fuck him! I’m the fucking captain of the team for Pete’s sake, so why is he just now asking me?”
“You weren’t ready dude. Trust me man, you’re going to love it, but you had to get in a place where you could come to grips with it.”
“Exactly what does that mean?” I asked glaring at him but he wouldn’t elaborate.
“Shit, I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. Don’t let on like I told you. Coach will be pissed with me.” We finished our routine in silence and then hit the showers. After washing down I headed back towards the lockers but Bryan called me back. He led me over to coach’s office and knocked on the door.
“Dude, why aren’t we getting dressed first?” I asked.
“Don’t need to, come on man just relax. It’ll be alright. I promise.” I didn’t relax at all.
We heard coach’s deep voice telling us to enter and Bryan opened the door. Coach sat behind his desk and eyed us as we crossed his threshold. “Close the door boys.” Coach said. Bryan complied as I walked into the center of the room. I wasn’t paying attention to where Bryan was but he slipped up behind me and jerked off my towel. I jumped as I felt the material slipping but Bryan whipped it away before I could grab it. “It’s OK Eric. I want you both naked.” Coach said. I stared at him dumbfounded but still pissed. He laughed. “I need your measurements boy, it’s been a while since either of you have been measured. It’s easier to do it nude, trust me.”
I nodded my head and waited for him to grab the tape measure from his desk. He’s measured me many times before, but I’ve always worn my shorts, or at least my jock, while he did it. However coach remained sitting. Then I felt Bryan push and tugging my shoulders until I glanced at him. Only then did I notice he’d pulled his towel off too. He held two tape measurers in his hand. He tried handing one to me but I ignored it. “We’re going to measure each other Eric. Just relax.” He cooed as he tried slipping his tape around my neck.
I brushed his arms aside and turned for the door not
bothering to retrieve my towel. “Come on Eric.” Bryan said to me.
“Home.” I spat over my shoulder. My voice held much more vehemence then I intended and I walked out the door letting it slam behind me.
Bryan followed me out. “Eric, hold up man. Don’t do this.” I ignored him. “Eric…”
I heard his footsteps following me down the lockers. I didn’t realize it wasn’t Bryan until I reached my locker and stopped to open it. “What is it son?” Coach Thompson asked. His voice was low and full of concern.
I glared at him. “I’m resigning from the team coach. You can take your football, your fucking ‘Fraternity,’ and everything else and shove them up your ass.” I opened my locker and retrieved my jeans before slipping them on without underwear.
“I see. And why are you just now getting upset about this?” I realized he understood exactly what bothered me, why I was pissed.
“It is not all of a sudden Coach. The resentment has been growing ever since last year when you asked Bryan to join. You knew he was my best friend and you knew that I would notice you didn’t even consider me. Do you know how that makes a guy feel? Every day I’ve had to watch you take your chosen few into your office, or whisk them away on weekends for fieldtrips, camping, hiking, etc, while forever excluding me. Now all of a sudden you deem me worthy? I don’t think so because I no longer think you or any of your fucked up group are worthy of me.”
“And why do you think I never asked you to join? Do you really think you were ready to be included in what we do?” He wasn’t angry with me and his voice remained quiet and concerned.
I looked at him. “Probably not, but you could have at least told me you wanted to ask but didn’t feel I was ready.”
He sighed. “If you think you know what we do, and you want to know more, come back to my office where we can speak with a bit more privacy. Otherwise I accept your resignation and you may go home.” Without another word he turned and headed back down the lockers towards his office. Before he passed the first row of metal racks he turned looking at me. “Don’t take too long to make up your mind Eric. I will never ask you again and this window of opportunity will close in ten minutes.” I swallowed and looked at my locker, at my gear in it, and the other things I’ve collected since I joined the team: the photos of the guys and me at practice, photos of our victory celebrations, close ups of Coach Thompson wringing wet with the iced Gatorade we dumped over him after a win, a photo of my girlfriend who dates me only because I’m the captain of the team, and probably because my family is rich. I took a deep breath and slammed my locker door shut and marched back to coach’s office. I slowly opened the door and walked in. Coach sat behind his desk and Bryan sat on the sofa looking positively miserable. He did smile when he looked up as I passed through the door. “Two minutes to spare, you cut that pretty damned close.” Coach said looking at his watch. “Now if you please Eric, remove your jeans and help Bryan take yours and his measurements. I still need them.” I nodded my head and complied.
Bryan came over and handed me a tape measure before looping his around my neck and looking at it. He breathed, “Seventeen inches: Now you measure mine.”
I studied his neck for a moment before complying and slipped my tape around it. “Seventeen also.” I said a bit stiffly.
Bryan was standing very close to me: almost uncomfortably close. “Raise your arms.” He said and rubbing my sides and back with the palms of his hands as he slipped the tape up to measure my chest just above my nipples. “Forty-six and a half,” he breathed. Bryan’s eyes seemed to grow heavy as he brushed his arms against my skin. I’ve seen the look many times and recognized his lust. For a moment I thought he was going to lean in and kiss me. I glanced nervously at coach but he sat there reading a report and seemingly not interested in us. “Relax Eric. It’s alright bro, honest: Your turn.”
I slipped the tape around Bryan’s chest and looked at the numbers. “Forty-six, I’m bigger.” I bragged but my voice was still anger stiff.
Bryan smiled mischievously. “What do I have to do to make you enjoy this?” He asked softly. He slipped his tape around my waist. “Thirty-one inches.” He said.
When he didn’t move his hands from my waist when I went to measure him, I had to push my mine inside his arms causing them to brush against the soft skin of his lower torso. “Thirty-one and a half.” I said. I was no longer paying much attention to coach. I felt fairly certain I knew what all of this was about and decided to go with the flow.
Bryan licked his lips as he moved his tape to my hips and brought the two ends together right on top of my half hard cock. He smiled as he squatted down to look at the measurement. “Thirty-nine inches.” He leaned in, and I swear to god, licked my cock from the tip to my bush. A shiver ran through my body and I knew there was some reason I should have stopped him but as he continued to lick my dick my brain refused to focus on anything but the incredible sensations Bryan’s tongue created as he played with my rod. When I got fully erect he took my cock in his hand and slipped his tongue inside my hood licking the head of my cock without pulling my skin back, instead he pulled my hood up over his tongue. God it felt incredible. I moaned as I pulled his head onto my dick. I guess I was so used to Mr. Collins being present when Bryan and I do this that I didn’t give a thought to the fact that the man in the room was coach and besides, I’d already decided I’d go with the flow. Bryan took my hands in his and pulled me down as he lay back on the floor. “Suck me too.” He urged. I twisted around so we could take each other’s cocks into our mouths.
The feel of his silky smooth hardness slipping into me pulled a moan from deep in my throat vibrating Bryan’s dick as I sucked. He shivered sucking me harder. We continued this for quite a while, both of us moaning in pleasure – taking our time. Finally I felt his cock swell as his body prepared to coat my throat with his spunk. I started sucking him harder because I wanted his load. I wanted it so bad I can’t even begin to explain it to you dad. His tool felt so incredible in my mouth. Then I heard coach’s voice cutting through my euphoria: “You boy’s enjoying yourselves?” I jerked hearing his deep voice reminding me where we were. The realization of his presence pushed me over the edge and I fired my load down Bryan’s throat. Bryan for his part didn’t miss a beat but sucked my sperm like it was his sole purpose for being. I tried to pull off his cock but coach pushed my head down preventing me from getting up. “Finish him off son. It ain’t right to send him home with blue balls.” I glanced up at coach to see he was finally smiling at me. Then Bryan fired his load down my throat filling my mouth with his seed. “There you go, that wasn’t so bad was it?” Coach released me and sat on the edge of his desk waiting for us to get up.
“Oh man, that was fucking great!” Bryan exclaimed as he stood up beside me draping his arm over my shoulder. “That was the best blow job you’ve ever given me Eric. Thanks man.” He gave me a silly grin leaning his forehead against mine. “Awesome dude, really fucking awesome.”
I blushed. “It’s OK son.” Coach said. “Bryan did exactly what I asked him to do. You know I want you to join our brotherhood, don’t you?” I nodded yes. “You understand that anything and everything that happens within the brotherhood must be kept secret. You cannot tell anyone and I mean anyone.” He said. I nodded my head again. Bryan was right because I wasn’t ready to join them before now. It finally dawned on me exactly what happens within the fraternity sex, man on man sex. I guessed I pretty much knew it all along but my brain refused to process it. “Honor is everything Eric and honorable people don’t rat out their friends. Are you honorable? Are you willing to stand true to the values that I teach?”
“Yes sir.” I stammered beginning to relax but still a bit out of sorts.
“Very good, I know you do Eric. I would have asked you a long time before now but if I had you wouldn’t have accepted what we do. However now you have proved to me that you are ready and so I’m asking you to join us. Would you that Eric?”
“Yes, I guess so.” I said.
“There will be no ‘I guess so’ Eric. It is either ‘yes’ or ‘no’. There can be no indecision.”
Bryan nudged my arm. “Yes sir, I would like to join the fraternity sir.” I said in a strong voice.
“Excellent! Eric, I have to ask you a few questions. Do you promise to keep true to all members of our fraternity, to protect said members including Coach Madison and me, and to do whatever is asked of you in the pursuit of the group’s goals?”
“Yes sir, but what goals would that be sir?”
“There really is only one goal that we have Eric and that is the pursuit of happiness and well being. I drill you guys pretty hard on the field, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes sir.”
“Therefore I’ve created this brotherhood as a safe haven for like minded individual of discriminating taste where we can all let our hair down, relax, and enjoy what god gave us. We engage in activates that are by their very nature refreshing. This includes outings such as Bar-B-Q’s, swimming trips, and camping, but it also involves other activates the nature of which I presume you’ve already guessed.”
“That would be sex sir?”
“Yes.” He said. “Of course I’m talking about sex. Sex is a very important contributor to a healthy state of being. While it’s true that it can wear you out, it also rejuvenates the body, mind, and soul. However, Coach Madison and I are men and quite a bit older than all of you. All but one of you boys in the brotherhood is underage. Do you understand what this means son?” He asked.
“Yes sir, I think so.” I said. “You could get in trouble if you got caught.”
“Good, I’m glad you understand that. Are you willing to keep Coach Madison’s and my involvement in the sexual activates a secret from now until you die? Understand there is no Statute of Limitations for Statutory Rape and that is what the authorities would consider it. Neither of us wants to go to jail son. Do you want us to go to jail?”
I swallowed before answering. “No sir, I don’t want that. I’ll keep all of this a secret.”
“Good, I’m glad to hear you say it.” He nodded before looking at Bryan. “Bryan, please introduce Eric to the second stage of initiation for our brotherhood would you?”
Bryan grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the desk to stand in front of Coach Thompson. “Come on Eric, help me out here.” He reached over and started rubbing coach’s chest before pulling his shirt out of the waist of his shorts. I’ve seen coach in as little as a jock strap before but I’ve never really paid much attention to the man before now. I mean I checked him out sure, but I never really thought of him in a sexual way before. He has your build dad but his hair is red where yours is black. Both of your bodies are hairy and both of you carry a similar male scent – I don’t know how to explain it but you both smell stronger than most other men or boys and it smells good, safe. You’re the same height too, but that is where the physical similarities end. Coach has green eyes while yours are blue and there are other things too, but subtle ones. You both have the same disposition, a manner about you that demands respect and loyalty. Both of you have a way about you that makes people want to be loyal.
Anyway, once his shirt was lying on his desk, Bryan began tugging at his belt. At this coach stood up to make it easier to remove his shorts. I stood there and watched Bryan undress him licking my lips. Only then did I realize I really wanted to see coach naked. I was getting a bit impatient with Bryan’s teasing pace slowly taking his shorts off. “Gonna help me or not?” Bryan asked as he pulled our coach’s khaki shorts. Underneath he wore a black jockstrap that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I wasted no more time getting down on my knees beside Bryan. We both shoved our faces into coach’s crotch smelling his musky scent. It was so intoxicating.
“Hmmm,” I moaned as I rubbed my whole face against his huge Irish prong. He wasn’t hard yet but it had fluffed up a bit from watching us sixty-nine each other. I reached up and slowly pulled the black mesh jockey pouch to the side and licked his heady balls sack. The smell of piss and cum was strong in my nostrils making me hungry for it. At this point I wasted no more time and pulled his jocks off exposing his monster of a dick. I plunged down on it but I gagged before I could take it all in. I’ve never seen a cock as large as his before dad. Mr. Collins is big, maybe eight inches, eight and a half? Coach’s cock is at least ten or eleven inches. It’s wide too, maybe as thick as a beer can or a little more. It has three strong solid veins coursing over its surface adding texture to his shaft. The only cocks I’ve tackled were Bryan’s and his dad’s, so I had trouble getting all of coach down my throat.
He moaned and helped me take it by pushing my head down on him – not hard, but consistent. “Relax your throat muscles Eric, it will help.” I did as he said and felt a couple of more inches slide in. He pulled back out and paused with just his head in my mouth for a moment before pushing in again. This time my throat must have loosened up a bit, or maybe I swallowed when he shoved it in, but I took the whole thing. I panicked when I realized I couldn’t breathe. Coach was gentle with me though. He let me pull my head back when he saw a scream building in my eyes. “Relax Eric. I’m not going to hurt you. I want you to enjoy taking it.” I went back down on his cock and sucked it hard, massaging his nuts in one hand while I kneaded his hips with the other. It wasn’t painful but his sausage was so large it caused my sinuses to stop up. My nose was running, my eyes teared, I was finding it difficult to breathe, but I’d be damned before I stopped sucking that beautiful dick. I’ve never sucked anything like it before and I loved it.
I began caressing the underside of his cock with my tongue while I sucked. Apparently this was something he liked because he reacted immediately. “Hmmm: Oh god that feels so good Eric. Damn that’s awesome son. Fuck you have a talented mouth.” He cooed as I continued sucking him. He didn’t force me. He didn’t demand I suck him. The very presence of that huge purple knob urged me on, made me crave it. The faintly salty taste of his pre-cum filled my mouth and drove me nuts. I sucked him harder sliding him in and out of my mouth in long strokes. “Ah FUCK!” Coach moaned. “God I’m getting close.” It didn’t take very long after that, maybe five thrust, and he blew his load. There wasn’t enough room in my mouth for his load and his cock. The constricting confines of my mouth and the power of his orgasm forced his cream out my nose and down my throat. “Ah, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! God damn it!” He pulled out before he finished cumming so he could blast the last few shots across my face, painting me with his cum. I closed my eyes as I felt his hot fluid coat my face. Some got on my tongue. Coach’s knees gave way and he would have fallen but he braced himself on my shoulders as he shuddered and wiped his sperm across my face with the head of his still hard cock. “Open your mouth Eric and let me see it. I want to see my sons and daughters on your tongue.” I opened my mouth to show him his white cream filled mouth and he slipped the head of his cock back into my mouth coating it with his spunk before pulling out and thrusting forward rubbing it up into my nose. “God damned man. Thanks. Fuck I needed that.”
Only then did I realize Bryan had sat back on the floor jacking his dick while watching me suck coach’s cock. He busted his nuts a moment later. “Man that was fucking hot!” He exclaimed.
Coach leaned against his desk watching as Bryan moved over and licked his spunk off my face. Once my friend was satisfied he had it all he reached for one of our towels and wiped my face dry. “How was it?” He asked.
I laughed, dazed. “Fucking amazing!” I looked up at coach where he leaned naked against his desk. He had a stupid grin on his face. “How fucking big is that thing coach?” I asked.
“I don’t know. Next time you get it hard you can measure
it.” He teased. I have no doubt he knows exactly how big his cock is but his
answer gave me another hard on thinking about measuring him. “Now, I’ve gotta shower
and dress. I have a staff meeting in about thirty minutes. You boys run on and
I’ll see you tomorrow.” We helped each other up. “Remember your promise Eric.
No one can know what we do here.” He winked at me and smiled before standing up
and walking to his private shower.
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Just as my son finished that part of his story my cell rang. I was going to ignore it but Eric looked at my robe pocket before looking back at me. “Are you going to answer it?” We knew it was my wife because of the ring tone. I picked up my iPhone and slid the bar over to answer. “Hello dear, how is your trip so far?” I really didn’t want to talk right now because my voice was a bit huskier than normal. I had to reluctantly admit that Eric’s account of what went on between him and his coach was working a number on me. My cock was hard as a rock making my shorts wet. As much as I wanted to deny it, the story of what happened in Coach Thompson’s office was hot as hell. Listening to Eric’s tale it brought involuntarily images of my son sucking my cock as he described doing it to his coach. “Oh well that’s good dear. How does Evelyn like Paris?” I listened to my wife. “Oh really, well that can be arranged if she really wants to.” I looked at Eric as she spoke into my ear. “Yes, I can look into it. I know several people who have some powerful strings in the Parisian Government. It should be an easy thing to arrange.” I listened. “Oh really, OK, well, we’ll just have to manage I guess. I hope you enjoy your stay.” I chuckled. “I love you too dear,” and listened more. “Yes I’ll tell them. They miss you too.” She spoke some more. “I love you too honey. Bye.”
“What was that all about?” Eric asked.
“It would seem your sister fell in love with Paris. She’s not been there since she was little and it’s a totally different experience for her now. Anyway, she likes it so much she wants to go to the University of Paris instead of here in the States.”
“Really, WOW! Do you think you can work that out this late?” He asked.
“I should be able too. It’s only the third week of school and she’s been working hard keeping up with her studies at Harvard so it should be alright. At any rate your mom is going to stay there with her until she gets settled in an apartment near the school. She said she was going to visit England and then Ireland before returning so she’ll be gone for about two months.” I looked at our snifters. “Want some more Brandy?” I asked.
“Sure.”
Taking his glass I filled them both about half full. “Want ice this time?”
“I don’t think so. It tasted pretty good when I first started drinking it but as it watered down it got kind of gross.”
I laughed. “OK, but drink it slowly. The stuff sneaks up on you before you know it. I don’t want you getting drunk.” I walked back to the couch handing him his glass before sitting. There was no hiding my hard-on so I didn’t even try. Eric noticed but said nothing. He made no bones about looking though, even licked his lips once. Maybe I ought to show it to him. I thought but I couldn’t think of a graceful way to do so without looking like I wanted him to suck me. OK, so what if I did want him to do it. Now was not the time. “Want to continue?” I asked. I wasn’t asking in a way to suggest that he had a choice. He knew full well that we’d sit here for however long it took regardless of how many hours until the story was complete.
“OK, the next thing I need to tell you might sound bad dad, but it really wasn’t. I enjoyed it a lot even if I did nearly shit when it all started.” I nodded and let him continue.
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A few days went by and coach still hadn’t called our group into the office or any other place for that matter. I was beginning to think I’d never get to see what all went on behind the fraternity’s closed doors. Then one day after practice Bryan told me to hang around. Coach told one of the boys about the meeting planned after practice and told him to quietly spread the word around to the appropriate people. The word spread so quietly that I didn’t even know anything about it until Bryan told me. I realized then that the only reason I knew of what was going on every time they met before was because Bryan was my friend and on the days coach called a meeting, I’d ride home by myself and usually mad as hell. We hung around in the locker room until everyone else left and then headed to Coaches office. We knocked and I heard coach tell us to come in. I was not prepared for what I saw. Nothing was going on except Coaches Thompson and Madison and four other boys sat around the office butt assed naked. Nearly all the boys were hard and Madison’s and Thompson’s cocks were about half mast. Kevin was even stroking his cock before Coach Madison got onto him. “Save it Kevin, you’re going to blow before anything starts.” I stumbled as I crossed the threshold but caught my balance before I fell. “Come on in boys. You’re late.” Madison said.
“We were waiting for everyone to leave.” Bryan said smiling not at all put off by coach’s harsh tone.
“Eric, step into the center of the room please and strip.” Thompson said. He wasn’t smiling but he wasn’t mad either. He just spoke in the matter of fact way he always uses. I did as asked only pausing a little to look around at everyone before taking my jockey off. My dick was already fluffing up a bit, but I wasn’t hard. Once I removed my last sock and stood stark naked in front of everyone did Bryan gather my clothes and deposited them on the floor behind coach’s desk. That brought my attention to the fact that everyone’s clothes were stacked neatly against the wall. Bryan stripped before rejoining me. “Who sponsors this young man today?” Coach asked.
“I do.” Bryan said beside me. “I present my friend and our team captain, Eric Renfrow, to the Council of the Brotherhood for consideration.” He leaned into me and whispered. “It’s just a formality Eric, it’s already decided you can join us.”
“Stick to proceedings Mr. Collins.” Coach Madison admonished.
“Yes sir.” Bryan said looking a bit sheepish but grinning stupidly.
“Mr. Renfrow, do you wish to join the Pigskins Fraternity?” Thompson asked.
“Yes sir.” I said.
“Is there anyone here who knows of a reason why Mr. Renfrow should not join our brotherhood?” Madison asked. No one spoke up. From the look on everyone’s faces, they wanted me to be there.
“Very well, all in favor of allowing Eric Renfrow to join The Pigskins Fraternity say eye.” Thompson said. Everyone said ‘eye’. “All opposed?” He asked. No one spoke.
“Mr. Eric Renfrow you are hereby and from hence forth a member of The Esteemed Brotherhood of the Pigskins. What say you?”
“Er, thank you?” I said unsure of what I was supposed to say.
“Well, that’s good enough.” Thompson said smiling.
Dad, I know all of this sounds corny, but that’s the way it went. We do call ourselves The Pigskins Fraternity. It’s in reference to a football. Anyway, coach looked at everyone for a moment. No one moved or said anything. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get your asses up and make your newest brother feel welcomed.” With this everyone stood up and sauntered over to me. In no time everyone was patting me on the ass, shoulders, or any other place they could reach welcoming me to the fold. I smiled and it felt good to finally be a part of them. They all moved in and began rubbing their hands all over me including groping my balls, stroking my cock, and rubbing my ass.
Soon I felt someone’s hand press into my crack and rub up and down paying special attention to my hole. I flexed tensing up for a moment but it all felt so good that I soon relaxed and went with the flow. It was frightening at first because I wasn’t used to this many men touching me but it felt so good. I mean it felt fucking incredible. Soon a tongue replaced the finger at my hole and I gasped. I’ve only been licked there once when Mr. Collins insisted that I experience it. Since then I’d not had the opportunity to let anyone do it. Coach Madison grabbed a chair and shoved it in front of me. Standing on it he offered me his tool. I leaned into him and sucked his hard cock into my mouth and savored the musky flavor and scent. I’m not sure when he last took a shower but his funk was pretty strong. Someone started sucking me and I moaned around Coach Madison’s cock bringing a grunt from him as he thrust his nine inch uncut dick down my throat. Someone else sucked on my nipple raking their teeth across it. Man I was lost in the flood of sensations and realized I forgot to be scared. I was having fun, lots of it. I glanced over and saw Coach Thompson sitting on the edge of his desk watching us. His cock was hard as he slowly stroked it.
I don’t know how long we stayed like this but I knew people were taking turns servicing me. They changed who was sucking my cock every few minutes and I felt different tongues licking my ass. It surprised me how I could tell when someone else took over back there, but their technique differed enough I guess. At some point I felt a guy step up behind me rubbing his cock into my crack. At first I nearly panicked because up to this point I’d never been fucked. But he just rubbed it up and down my crack until I relaxed. I heard him moan and I knew it was Kevin. Coach Madison grabbed my head and shoved his cock balls deep into my mouth when Kevin entered me. First my teammate slapped my ass cheek hard. I mean really hard, it hurt. At the same time he pushed his cock deep into my hole. I cried out a muffled yell around Madison’s cock gag, and tears streamed down my face again. It hurt, god it hurt, and I was crying. But God damn it Dad, I wasn’t going to be defeated, especially not in front of the team. “Relax and push back against it Eric.” Bryan cooed in my ear as he licked my earlobe. “Keep your hole relaxed and it won’t hurt so badly. We’ve all done this bro, you’ll be alright.” I nodded my head and focused on the cock in my mouth trying to ignore the one up my ass. I don’t know when it happened but at some point I realized Kevin’s cock didn’t hurt so much anymore and to my amazement I found I wanted it. I wanted it more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. God it felt good. It still hurt, but the pain morphed into an intense pleasure. Damn I was hungry for it.
While Kevin fucked my hole someone else took over sucking my cock and I recognized Bryan’s mouth. He didn’t make any noise but I was so used to him sucking me that I recognized him by the way it felt. I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d hold out because I was going into sensory overload. To try and keep from blowing my wad too soon I tried focusing on things that would cool the fire, but I lost it when Kevin busted his nut inside my hole. I felt his cock swell and he pushed in deep. “Awe FUCK!” He cried against my neck as I felt his cock pulse in my ass and then hot sperm shoot up inside me. It blew my mind and I lost it firing off my own volley of cum down Bryan’s throat. About this time Coach Madison joined us in orgasmic bliss and painted my tonsils with his man seed.
When coach finished someone pushed my back forwards making me bend at my waist. Someone else had already replaced Kevin in my ass. I wasn’t sure who it was until he spoke. “Oh fuck Kev, I can feel your spunk in his ass. God I love sloppy seconds.” It was Paul Rodriguez. He drove his cock deep and hard and it hurt almost as bad as when Kevin first penetrated me, but I gritted my teeth and bore it. Before long I met his hard fucking by pushing back onto his prick. After Paul, Bryan took over and then Zach, Paul’s first cousin. The last boy to fuck me was Derek Donovan. My mind was numb by then. It felt odd having so much cum inside me. Five boys blasted their spunk inside my guts and at least four of them fired off down my throat also. After Derek pulled from my hole, Madison stepped up behind me and wasted no time rubbing his hard cock against my dripping ass. “You know why we fucked you in this order son?” Coach Madison asked me? I shook my head not really caring at that moment. “Because we went in order of size, because while Kevin is not small by any means, he’s still the smallest of those of us present. If we’d gone in reverse order Coach Thompson would have split you wide open.” With this Madison shoved his cock into my ass hard and fucked me like a freight train going full steam into a chasm. By then my hole was so stretched and loose that it only felt good. He plowed my ass for a good thirty minutes before adding his spunk to the rest of it dripping from me. It felt good dad. My ass was sore as hell to be sure, but the pain was a slow throbbing ache that the pleasure was able to override the discomfort. I felt his nine incher long-dicking my ass, in and out, over and over again rubbing my prostate just right and all of a sudden I blasted again with no one touching my cock. When he pulled out he sighed before kissing the back of my neck. “Damn that was good. Come on boys. Let’s get cleaned up so we can go home.” We all got up and started for the door. Madison put his hand against my chest and gently pushed me back out of the way. “Not you Eric. Coach Thompson wants a word with you.”
He then turned and followed the others out the door. I stood staring at them for a while, still dazed. “Eric?” Thompson called to me. I turned and looked at the man sitting on the edge of his desk. His cock was not hard but it wasn’t flaccid either and light glinted off a drop of precum hanging off its tip. “You don’t have to do me if you don’t want to, but if you feel up to it, I’d like a go at that ass of yours.”
I looked at Coach Thompson’s cock. It was huge even without being fully erect: I remember seeing it when it was hard a few days ago when it was at least the width of a beer can and every bit ten or eleven inches long. I swallowed and then glanced up at coach. “I…” I stammered. “I think if you want to get it in me coach, now would be the best time.” I stepped towards him and collapsed. I’d have hit the floor except coach caught me in his strong arms and eased me over to the couch.
“It can wait.” He said. “I may be horned up from hell, but you just took one hell of a gang fuck. Do you have a way home?” I shook my head none committed. I had my bike, but I didn’t think I could ride it home. “I can take you home then. We’ll get your bike tomorrow.” I shook my head no again. “Your bike will be fine here at the school son.”
“It’s not that.” I said, my words slurred from exhaustion. “I don’t want my dad to see me like this. Can you take me to Bryan’s house?”
He nodded. “Sure, that would be no problem.” He stood up and looked down at me before turning for his office door and left me laying there on the sofa. A few minutes later he stepped back in followed by Bryan who was still naked but freshly wet from the showers.
“Damn bro, are you alright?” Bryan asked and I could hear the nervousness in his voice. I nodded yes, but I was so tired that I could hardly hold my head up.
“Will you call my dad and tell him that I’m staying the night with you?” Tell him I’m in the shower or something, but I cannot talk to him right now.” Bryan nodded his head and I relaxed as he stepped out of the office to finish getting cleaned up.
“Come on son. Let’s get you washed down and out. You look like a dirty used dishrag.” He picked me up off the couch and helped me into his private shower. It was large as far an office showers go. The damn thing had three showerheads on the three facing walls of the large cubical. After he got the water on the cooler side of hot he helped me into it and spent the next thirty minutes or so washing me. After he got most of the spunk washed off he pulled down a folding bench that’d been built into the shower wall so people can sit while they wash themselves. He sat me on it. “I’ll be right back Eric. Sit here and let the steam work into your pores.” After a few minutes he returned with a hot water bottle complete with an enema tube. “Let’s wash some of that cum out of your ass so I can put some salve on you.” And that’s what he did. He washed me out and then dried me off. After that he had me lay on my stomach on his couch. Then I felt him spread some kind of grease on my swollen asshole. “This is Green Salve Eric. I’m going to give it to you to take home so you can keep using it until you completely heal. It’s my great grandfather’s recipe and it will heal just about anything that affects the skin.” He rubbed it all over my inflamed ass lips and even pushed it as deep into me as his fingers would go. I was surprised to find the throbbing pain that pulsed in my ass with every heartbeat began to soothe almost immediately.
About that time all the boys filed back in to grab their clothes before heading back into the lockers to dress. “How was it?” Madison asked Thompson.
“I’ve not had it yet. I decided he’s had enough without adding mine to the mix. Bryan?” He asked.
“Yes sir?” My friend responded. Apparently he’d been standing behind Thompson and therefore I couldn’t see him.
“Can you ride Eric’s bike?” He inquired.
“Yea, he’s let me ride it before.”
“Good, I’m taking him to your house and I want you to lead us there on his bike. That way we won’t have to leave it here.”
“OK, sure.
And that’s what happened dad. Since then we’ve all had sex and I was able to take it a lot better. That photo of Coach Thompson fucking me was the first and only time he’s been inside me and he was gentle as he could be with a cock his size.
* * *
I sat there for a while thinking. After Eric’s tale of the events leading up to and including his initiation circle-fuck, or hazing for a more common term, my respect for Thompson went up a lot more then where it had been up to this point. “What did Carl say when he saw you that night?” I remembered the night in question because even then I thought it odd that Bryan would call me instead of Eric. “Did he get mad about what happened to you?” I asked.
“No sir, Mr. Collins sat up with Bryan and me and talked for a while making sure I drank plenty of water. Even after I went to bed he sat there and rubbed my back until I fell asleep. He said it was the same why the first night for Bryan when they had his initiation ceremony. He said Bryan healed within just a couple of days and that I would too.”
“How long has Carl known about what you all do in this brotherhood son?”
“He knew about it before Bryan joined. He didn’t elaborate but it was clear he knew what to expect when Bryan came home after his initiation.”
I nodded thinking about all Eric told me as I fished my cell phone from my pocket. I punched in a number and waited. “Bring them over here.” I said when the party answered. I then pressed ‘end call’ and then I pushed a speed dial number and waited for my friend to answer. “Carl, Alex here.” “Yes, I’m doing well. I need you to do something though. Get Bryan and come over here right away.” “Yes, I see.” “Well, do what you have to do to get him and get over here as soon as you possibly can… Carl, this is not a social call. If I have to send someone over there for you I will and I will not be happy about it.” I ended the call without further a due and without saying goodbye.
“Dad, what’s going on?”
“The good news is that I’ve decided not to kill, or harm, your coaches. Now I’ve got to figure out a way to make this go away without looking weak in front of my rivals. For that I need some help and everyone has to be on the same page.” I paused for a moment. “Son, go on up and take a shower and dress in clean clothes. When you’re finished come back down here.” My son nodded and headed for the door.
He stopped at the doorsill. “Dad?”
“Yes?”
“Thanks for not harming my coaches.
They really are good people and I do have fun with them.” I nodded and watched
as he gave me a small smile before disappearing into the darkened vestibule
where I heard him take the stairs to the second level. I sighed and rubbed my
eyes before slipping my hand into my silk boxers and rubbed my throbbing cock
for a while. This was something I wanted to do the whole time Eric told his
story but felt I should restrain instead of letting my needs distract me. I
leaned back into the chair for a moment rubbing myself before I got up and made
my way upstairs to change into casual attire for the upcoming meeting.
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