Date: Thu, 16 Dec 2021 14:07:43 -0600 From: Bruce Turner Subject: Chris Comes Home Chapter Twenty-Nine Chris Comes Home Chapter Twenty-Nine Nifty.org depends on its readers for financial backing. Please try to help when you are able. Before his teacher knew what was happening, Chris had dropped his jeans and slipped to the floor where he was slapping the teacher's hand away as he unfastened his belt and then his pants. Chris wasn't sure he was going to have any luck getting the teacher to fuck him but it was the first time he had gone after a cock that he could tell wasn't going to be any more than average in thickness. Mr. Short had stopped resisting when he felt Chris' breath warming his cock and balls through his tight white briefs. A moment later the teacher joined Chris in pushing his briefs down past his knees. Wil had been primarily attracted to the boy's butt but if Chris was only going to suck his cock that would be fine, he hadn't had any sex in weeks. Chris only mouthed the man's cock and average sized balls for a few minutes before standing, he was glad to see that the teacher had taken the precaution of closing the door so they wouldn't be seen. For a moment he rubbed his larger cock against the man's balls and cock while holding on to his shoulders but not pressing the man down to suck him. "Please fuck me." Mr. Short had only ever had boys that he and Augie had fucked beg him to fuck them. Having this beautiful boy so eager to get his cock in his ass almost made him shoot without ever touching the boy's asshole, Chris had pointed to the lube they used for the glass tubing setting up experiments when he turned around to present his butt to the man. Wil grabbed the lube and squirted it on his cock and with it still in hand bent down to lick the waiting asshole, he couldn't have told you why since it was the first time he had ever put his tongue to a shit hole. He didn't stay there long although Chris was moaning in pleasure and telling him to keep going. Chris had played with his asshole the last two night with a dildo that wasn't much thicker than a grade school pencil. Since Dr. Stephens had told him he could be fucked again he had thought about not much else sexually. He grabbed the edge of a stainless steel table that was used in class for experiments that caught fire. Mr. Scott knew he was ready to take his cock and quickly touched the head of his to the boy's wet asshole. "Mr. Scott, go easy please. I am just getting over having a new asshole ripped." He knew that wouldn't make sense to the man so he continued. "I had a cock that was too big rammed into me that ripped my skin and muscles, I was just given the okay to be fucked again on Monday but the doctor made me promise not to take a huge cock until after school is out for the summer. All the stitches are out and I have healed but the skin is still tight and tender." "Sh." With that the man slid the head of his cock into his asshole. Chris couldn't believe how great it felt to have a man at his back with his cock in his ass, it had been too long! Mr. Scott had been so turned on by the boy wanting him and the time in his mouth that he didn't last long before he was shooting a big load of cum in the asshole. Chris wished that he would have lasted longer but he was happy for what he got anyway the doctor had told him not to fuck for too long. "Mr. Scott if you want to fuck me again just ask me to help you put away the supplies." "Chris, you can count on it. I'm sorry I didn't last longer and make you feel better but the next time I promise I will make you feel great." Chris chuckled at the man's promise, he knew that he wouldn't be feeling great until he had his Father's cock in him again. "So, did you get what you needed?" Jeff was standing outside the classroom waiting for him. They skipped their next class and went to the gym to hit the weight room before practice. "He was just what the Doctor ordered. Short, thin and he got off fairly quick. I would have liked more dick and to be fucked longer but it was a great reintroduction to getting a cock in my ass, he must have been happy, too. He promised the next time he would make me feel even better." "Did he suck your cock, too?" "No, but he did lick my asshole for two minutes or so. I don't think he had ever done that before, he needed some of Dean's lessons." The boys laughed at the idea of Mr. Scott being taught how to really make an asshole feel great by his brother. "He doesn't have enough cock for me to bother sucking him?" "Not unless you are as desperate for cock as I was to get fucked. I'd rather you leave him alone so he is ready for me when I need him to fuck me." "You're really a bitch." "That is what put me in this position." He didn't like that Jeff reminded him about what he really wanted, having a dog mount him. "Who was that boy that rode in with you this morning?" "That's our new neighbor, Jose." Chris wanted to tell Jeff about what he had done with the boy over the weekend but thought it wasn't a good idea to spill the beans on the boy other than to let him know that he had joined John John, Roman and he for a sex session in the back yard. "I didn't get a good look at him but he was fairly dark." "He's Puerto Rican, he has a beautiful brown cock and even browner asshole. Although he is only fourteen his cock was as long as John John's. Those boys are going to be too big for most assholes when they grow up. I hope by then I am able to take any cock I want." He really hoped by the time John John's birthday came up in June that Dr. Stephens would give him that okay. He knew the boy had wanted to fuck him ever since he and his brother had broke up. For a while they concentrated on the exercises they were doing mostly to work their shoulders and legs. They had been in the weight room about a half hour when Jose showed up. "What are you doing in here? This is only for athletes." Chris hadn't thought of Jose as athletic thinking only of him as tight and horny. "I have an appointment with the swim coach in a hour. They said I could spend the time in here working on my legs and butt." "There is nothing wrong with your butt, Jose. You took my cock like a pro." "I need to strengthen it so I can get more height when I dive." He had picked up two twenty pound dumb bells and started to do squats. "You are going to dive for the swim team?" He knew as he asked that it was a foolish question after what they had already heard. "I hope so. That is why we moved here. Lots of the divers from here get scholarships to college and my Father says that is the only way I'll get to go." Chris heard hi muttering thirty six under his breath. "Are you sure you aren't in here to get cum? If that's what you are after you can suck a load out of my ass, I just had a teacher shoot a big load in me." Chris didn't know if the boy would be willing to suck his ass but after the sex in his backyard thought he might, he dropped his shorts and bent over the weight bench. He hoped that if the boy didn't suck his ass that Jeff would. He didn't need to worry, Jose was between his legs licking at his ass in seconds. For a fourteen year old he sure knew what he was doing, soon Chris no longer was worried that he would wet his shorts or have to run to the restroom to let it out. Not that he wanted to suck his friend's asshole but Jeff was jealous that Chris was the only one having sex that day at school, he knew after practice his friend would be either sucked off by Roman or if they could find any privacy he would fuck his slave. He decided that he wasn't going to be left out and slid underneath Jose and took his hard, brown cock in his mouth going for his favorite afternoon snack. Sucking an asshole and getting a blow job it didn't take Jose long to give Jeff what he wanted over flowing his mouth with creamy boy cum. They were still all connected when the bell rang signaling the end of the day. Jeff slid out from under Jose so the boy could go to his appointment and followed him through the locker room to get dressed for wrestling practice. Chris was in no hurry to get dressed, he honestly would have preferred to have a team mate find him with his ass bare and fuck him but when nobody came into the weight room finally got up and taking off his shorts walked to his locker still enjoying the tongue that had been in his ass. He knew that was the best way for him to start a practice session, his cock was hard and his opponent appointed by the coach was going to find out why he always stepped onto the mat at their matches showing his cock. Roman was late for practice so he didn't get a chance to suck off his Master or get a drink of piss to get him through the next two hours. Chris paid attention to what the coach was telling them and even hard was able to reverse the hold they were being taught. His wrestling partner that day was one of the boys in a heavier weight class so he was forced to use more effort than he normally did during practice, he was barely able to walk when they were dismissed to the showers. He didn't understand why the coach had him against the heavier opponent but he had held his own and won some of the falls so he hoped the coach was pleased with what he had done. Chris was stumbling to the showers when the coach called him into his office. Although he had enjoyed having the coach fuck him he knew that the man had too much cock to allow him another opportunity to take his ass until given the okay by Dr. Stephens. Stepping into the office he was looking sad until he was introduced to a new assistant the school had hired for the coach. Jesse Rodriguez was stunning, Chris wished he was free to have just anyone fuck him and nearly sat at the man's feet to try sucking his cock instead. "Jesse, this is one of the gay wrestlers on the team. He is very coachable, plus when his asshole is totally healed he loves to take a cock up the ass." Chris didn't know how he felt about being introduced that way until the man started to strip out of his suit to join the team and Alex in the showers. He was pleased that the man was not as hung as the head coach, he wasn't hard but Chris had a feeling that his cock would be a great next step in opening his ass up for fucking again. Looking up at the man Chris couldn't stop himself, "May I?" He was already reaching over to stroke his cock hoping to learn once that hard he would be able and wanting to fuck him. "Are you a good cocksucker?" "I can suck cock, but really I like fucking and being fucked more. You can ask the coach which I do better." Saying that he didn't slow down and leaning down took the uncut tip of the man's brown cock in his mouth and ran his tongue around the head under the foreskin. He was glad the man kept himself clean except for a slight taste of mostly fresh piss. Jesse didn't take more than fifteen seconds to go from soft to completely hard. Although Chris had said he didn't enjoy sucking cock as much as he liked being fucked he was happy to have the cock harden in his mouth and begin to give him pre-cum in short spurts. He knew the cock wasn't too long to fuck him but he wasn't a good judge of thickness when a cock was in his mouth so he pulled back and wrapped his hand around the shaft, the cock was slightly thicker than Mr. Scott's but he didn't think the Doctor would object since it wasn't that much thicker than the speculum he had forced into him. "Monday, the Doctor gave me the okay to take a cock in my ass if I was careful not to try taking anyone that was too long or thick. Jesse, I don't think you fall outside his parameters, if you promise not to fuck too hard I'd be more than happy to bend over the coach's desk for you." Alex told Jesse he should take the opportunity while he had it handing his new assistant the bottle of lotion that he had used to fuck the boy weeks earlier. While Jesse lubed up his cock Alex fingered Chris wishing it was him that was going to be balls deep in the boy but he knew that Jesse could and would take his cock since he had many times while they were in college. It was only a few minutes after Jesse started running his cock over his prostrate that the boy screamed out that he was ready to cum. Suddenly he felt Alex taking his cock in his mouth, fully ready to unload Chris didn't hold back as his coach drew his cock deep into his mouth and sucked him tight. He hadn't expected the second man to help but he was so far gone that he was pounding on the desk when Jesse pulled out and shot his hot cum over his asshole. It only took Alex a second to switch from his cock to his asshole. Chris was flattened, the two men had taken him over the edge and dropped him flat on the desk. "Chris, it was great to met you. I hope we have a chance to repeat this." Jesse was wiping the last drops of cum from his cock on Chris' butt cheek. He took his hand and swirled it around the cheek until his fingers were back to the boy's asshole. He played at the anal ring for a minute while Chris lay on the desk panting. "Jesse, anytime you are ready, I will be, too." Chris couldn't believe how fantastic the assistant had fucked him. He thought he might have to give up all the larger cocks in his life and concentrate on the two that had fucked him that day. He had stumbled into the office, leaving he was even more unsteady on his feet. Roman saw the way Chris was walking and ran to help him make it to the shower room. "What did they do to you." "They drained all the energy that I had left from practice." The coach and his new assistant walked into the shower room both with a huge smile on their faces as they saw Chris propped against the wall. Chris leaned against the wall allowing the warm water to drain down his back over his butt and down his legs. Roman had been careful not to let the coach see him with his tongue in Chris' ass but his Master had given him an order and with his new slave mentality wouldn't disobey Chris no matter who was watching. Chris wondered if Roman was getting a taste of Mr. Scott as well, he thought about pushing to be sure he would, he saw the coaches watching him and decided it wasn't a good idea to risk pushing out shit as well where Alex would see him taking advantage of Roman. He desperately needed to piss, his slave didn't care that the coaches were standing across the shower room from them and knelt in front of his Master to catch what piss he could. Chris hoped the coaches wouldn't do anything to either of them because of what they were seeing but it didn't make a difference he stood over his slave emptying his bladder on his head and in his mouth. Roman had to do most of the work getting Chris ready to leave. Chris had always been happy to see Jeff but walking out of the gym he was especially happy to see him, he hoped Jeff would be willing to drive him home. He couldn't believe how tired his body was. He had already accepted that he wouldn't be able to climb the stairs to the apartment, he was going to collapse on the sofa, if he didn't make it any further he would sleep there unless his Father helped him to his room or let him use the Jacuzzi in his bathroom. Not thinking about anything except his sore body Chris tried to undress, with his jeans almost to his knees he fell asleep. As sore as he was he didn't roll over or move from his sitting position. When John John came in from wherever he had been with his friends he thought it was funny to see Chris passed out on the sofa with his jeans tangled on his legs, he decided he should help the older boy by removing the jeans and his shoes. Chris woke when his Father yelled at him, the man would not have said anything except he had brought his girlfriend home for dinner and Chris' hard cock was the first thing she had seen when they walked in. At first when Mr. Carmichael tried to cover his son he wondered if he was drunk. Chris apologized, then asked if his Father would let him use the Jacuzzi. When he learned how tired and sore his teenager was he almost forgave him but still chewed him out for being naked in the living room. Until then Chris hadn't known that all his clothes were on the floor, he didn't remember getting out of his jeans and was embarrassed that the girlfriend had seen him with a hard cock and a hand on his ball. Mr. Carmichael had John John help him get Chris to the Jacuzzi. John John apologized for stripping Chris and leaving him on the sofa uncovered. Mr. Carmichael was still angry at his son even knowing what John John had done. As they waited for the Jacuzzi to fill Chris explained why he was so helpless although he didn't really understand why himself. He didn't tell his Father that he had been fucked by two of his teachers although once his Father left him to soak he told John John about the great fuck he had been given by the new coach. After a half hour he didn't need as much help to get to his room but still needed John John to assist him by getting him a robe to wear from his Father's room to his so he wouldn't be flashing the girlfriend again. Laid out on his bed he was still too tired to even ask John John for a blow job. The boy was laying next to him as tightly as he could with his hard cock rubbing Chris' leg, they didn't say much other than to talk about Jose. John John was wondering if he had a chance to make the boy his boyfriend, Chris let him know that their neighbor was pretty advanced in what he knew about sex and warned him that he may want to wait until they were closer together in sexual matters before making him his boyfriend. He thought it would be better for John John to have a boyfriend that would be exploring sex at the same pace as him. "I need to go jack off, talking about Jose and his great body has me needing to get off." "John John, you can jack off here, and shoot in my mouth if you want so we don't nee to clean up later." Chris hoped he would, he could never get over the taste of the boy it was a great substitute for his brother, Charlie. The next morning he had trouble crawling out of bed. His Father saw how much trouble Chris was still having trying to stand upright and walking when he struggled to get to the kitchen. He told the boys he would drive them to school rather than risk having Chris drive in the shape he was. Jose was sitting in the driveway hoping to ride with Chris and John John, the younger boy convinced Mr. Carmichael to take the boy along with them, he and Jose had learned on the boy's first day that they had practically the same schedule of classes other than home room. During the ride they discussed their homework, John John was glad he was studious and had finished all the work plus being able to help him correct some of the assignments that he had done wrong. By the time he was heading to his third class of the morning Chris was walking almost normally, the last thing on his mind was sex although Roman had helped him carry books. Chris could tell the slave wanted his cock so finally after lunch they went to the restroom closest to the cafeteria where he gave Roman a full load of piss. None of the twenty or so other boys in the restroom said anything to either of them until Roman was licking the head of Chris' cock for the last few drops of piss. A teammate of their asked if he was next, Troy had thought Roman was giving Chris a blow job and had a hard cock pulled through his zipper watching them. In Chemistry class that afternoon Chris was pleased to see that Mr. Scott was still teaching them. He wished he was in shape to get fucked again but the teacher stayed away from him not even giving Chris his nearly automatic erection by touching his shoulder. The last class of the day turned into a nightmare for Chris. The teacher was angry that he had skipped her class the previous day and nearly every question she asked she directed at him sure he wouldn't know the answers since he hadn't learned them the previous day. The class was half over when she sent him to the Principal's office, it was the first time he had been close to Bruce since he had chosen to turn Roman into his slave and not pursue a closer friendship. "They send you to your Father's office when you screw up, too?" "Not today. I was sent here to receive some type of award, my Father is supposed to be having me go through the ceremony that we will be having at the assembly tomorrow. He'll probably take you into his office first so we can head to the auditorium when he calls me in." "Congratulations on whatever kind of award you're going to get." After that the boys only looked at each other not talking. Chris wasn't surprised to see that Bruce was looking at his crotch more than his face, he knew the boy was missing their times together. "Mr. Carmichael, get in here." The Principal sounded very angry, Chris hoped that whatever he did to him that it wouldn't interfere with the next wrestling match. Coach Rodriguez was standing in front of the man's desk. Chris was glad to see the man was still as handsome as he had found him the first time he saw him, he almost swooned at the man's good looks. If only there weren't rules against teachers dating students! "Coach Rodriguez, this boy said he skipped class yesterday to go to wrestling practice. Were you having early practice yesterday?" Chris hated that he was getting the new coach in trouble but knew that Bruce's Father wouldn't put up with saying him anything in his defense. He stood beside the man waiting for him to say anything in either of their defense. Before he could the Principal yelled at Chris, displaying all of his dislike on his face. "I know you were skipping class, not going to practice. If you want to stay on the wrestling team you are going to have to start attending every class. I am not going to put up with any of your foolishness young man, it doesn't matter that you are a star on the team. If I get a report that you have skipped even one class you are going to be banned from the team. Mrs. Oldham will have your make up work waiting. Everyday she will be checking with all of your teachers to be sure you are attending all of your classes. Mr. Rodriguez I expect you to follow through with what I have said. And regularly speak with Mrs. Oldham. If you have any reason to believe Mr. Carmichael has skipped a class I want you to bring it to my attention ASAP." Chris didn't need the principal to say it, he already knew the man hated having gay boys in his school and felt even more strongly about the ones that stood out either for the good or bad. Mrs. Oldham's class was the only class he actually hated. He had tried at the beginning of the year to get it switched but the other teacher that had a similar class would not accept him in her class room, she had taught Chris during his Sophomore year and knew he disrupted class constantly. He re signed himself to sitting through the World History class until at least the wrestling season was over in less than a month. Perhaps if he was able to get the substitute to fuck him between classes he would have good thoughts to carry him through her class. "Chris, wait in your seat after everyone else has left." He had already listened to the Principal and his coach, what more could she say? He obeyed her order feeling like he was Roman instead of the Master. "You know what the Principal has given me to do regarding you and skipping class. I take it very seriously and you should also. If you want to wrestle again this year or next you will be in every class on your schedule. I will contact all of your teachers by tomorrow morning, if you are late or missing I will report to the Principal's office each transgression. I believe he was serious when he said your punishment will be that you will not be allowed to participate in any after school activity. "Do you fully understand what is expected of you?" "Yes, Mrs. Oldham. I will not miss any more classes." "That's good. To make up for missing my class yesterday I have an extra assignment for you, I expect it to be turned in Monday." With that she handed him a sheet of paper with a topic that she had him write a report on, of three thousand words. He had never heard of the topic but was sure if he looked it up on the internet he would soon be an expert. He was almost the last of the team arriving in the locker room. Roman was already in his singlet heading to the gym when he saw Chris but had no way to turn back to help his Master since Marcos had his arm over his shoulder. He had gotten stripped out of his class clothing down to his socks when he was called to the coach's office, NOW! He rushed to the office not even stopping to dress. Inside the office were both the coach and his assistant. Coach Zylinsky grabbed him by an arm and pressed him down across the desk. Chris' first thought was that he was going to get fucked, he yelled out that he had to wait another day before he would be allowed to be fucked again. As he was yelling that he felt a sting on his butt, through eleven years of school and seventeen years at home he had never been paddled; it took him a minute to realize that the assistant had struck him with a long paddle. "I don't accept my wrestlers getting in trouble with their teachers or the principal. They have their way of punishing you and I have mine." The assistant gave him two more swats with the paddle in quick succession. He hit Chris hard enough the boy couldn't stop yelling. So this is what Roman had felt when he paddled him with the ping pong paddle? Chris was trying hard to get up but the Coach was holding his shoulders down to the desk so he couldn't get out of the way of the paddle. The assistant gave him two more swats and then changed places with the coach, not only were his hands on the boys shoulders, but his hard cock was swinging in front of Chris' face. Chris had thought the swats from the assistant had hurt but when the Coach smacked him with the paddle he knew what pain really was. Coach Zylinsky didn't stop at five swats, he gave Chris ten of the harder smacks before letting the boy get off the desk. "Chris, that was only the beginning of your punishment. Between now and next weekend's match you will run an extra twenty laps after every practice and will not get either Jesse's or my cocks in your ass or mouth. If I see you pissing on Roman you will be forced to kneel in the center of the shower room after every practice so all of your team mates can piss on your head. "Do you understand? Or do I need to give you ten more swats with the paddle to make it sink in?" The coach sounded angrier than Chris had ever heard and answered that he understood. "Now get dressed and out on the mat." Chris walked through the locker room with his butt a flaming red. There were still some of the team dressing, they all laughed at his discomfort and as soon as they were on the mat let everyone else know what had happened in the office. Roman wanted to rush over to him to kiss his butt and ease the pain but Jesse had already gathered the light weight wrestlers around him. Chris knew the guys that had still been dressing had told the rest of the team about him. As soon as he was partnered up and in the bottom position to start a match his opponent slapped his butt before taking a proper hold. After that he must have been slapped twenty some times by his teammates increasing the pain he had been feeling although none of the slaps had been that hard. By the time he started his twenty laps all Chris could think about was getting out of the singlet and sitting on a cold seat. He day dreamed about finding all the ice he could when he arrived home. Coach Zylinski had called his Father to let him know that although his son had been paddled that it hadn't been hard enough to do any damage. He explained what had happened that had precipitated the punishment and explained what the Principal and Mrs. Oldham had planned for him. When Chris arrived home his Father was fuming, he looked angrier than Chris could remember seeing him. "Son, I hear that you received a well deserved paddling from your wrestling coach. Show me your butt." Chris was happy to get out of his clothes and not have anything rubbing against the tortured skin. "Well it looks like they could have hit you harder or a few more times. You know I won't be adding to that punishment but there will be consequences for skipping class. I know your World History teacher gave you an assignment, immediately after dinner you will bring your lap top to the dining room table and start to work. I will read and correct what you have written or have you start again if I do not think it is of the quality I expect from you. "That is only the first of what I am adding to your punishment. You may not have any guests this weekend, that includes the neighbor that stopped by a couple hours ago and asked when he was expected tomorrow, I told him you have to wait to have anyone in the apartment. Dr. Watt told me that you did not intend to attend any more sessions with him, sorry, but you will. I have asked him to discuss promiscuity for at least two sessions "I have also confiscated all of your dildos. I know how badly you have wanted fucked and that the Doctor told you to gradually increase the size of the cock you accept in your asshole. That is too bad, I know I can not expect you not to have sex with a cock the size Dr. Stephens has given the okay on but I do not want you practicing on opening your ass with a dildo until after the Regional Tournament. If you win and haven't cut any more classes we will discuss the future of your asshole. "I know you already expect this, you are grounded until the school year is over." Chris couldn't believe what his Father was saying. No punishment he had ever given Chris had exceeded one week. "This really isn't part of the punishment but next weekend you will be going with us to watch Dean play in his first College Baseball game." Not part of the punishment? Sitting in the car with his Father and his girlfriend there and back sounded like pure Hell to him. "We will be leaving as soon as your wrestling match is over. The game is around noon on Saturday." The way things would be going for the next week he was happy that he would get to see his brother. Dean and he had talked on their phones so Chris knew his brother had been deprived of sex since he left home and hoped that he or John John would be going to the first game with their Father. He made sure Chris knew he expect him to stay in the dorm with him, since he was such a late arrival he had been put in a hastily assembled room but it was a single so they would be alone. Three days later the coaches called him into their office again. This time Chris saw that Jesse had the paddle in his hands as soon as he walked in, he thought about running but wrestling was his life and he was afraid if he ran he wouldn't get to wrestle the next Friday or in the Regional Tournament. Coach Zylinsky told him to get undressed. His butt had just stopped aching that morning, he hoped they didn't have plans on paddling him as hard as the first time. "Chris, we told you that we didn't want to catch you pissing on Roman again. We didn't, but one of the other teachers told us they saw you pissing in his mouth in the cafeteria rest room after lunch. I know that isn't what we said we didn't want to see but the spirit of it was that we didn't want you humiliating another of your team mates. We don't want any member of the team on their knees in the rest-rooms. I expect more out of my wrestlers than that. "Nobody should see one of the team humiliating another team mate." Neither of the coaches told Chris that paddling him had gotten them so excited that Alex had spent that evening fucking Jesse. They both thought that punishing the boy again would give them another night like the first, it had been since the first year Jesse was in college that they had been that excited to be with each other. "Lay down on the desk. How many swats do you think you've earned?" "Maybe ten?" "Ten from each of us sounds about right." Jesse swatted Chris harder than he had that first day sure of what it would do for him and sure the boy could handle being paddled. Alex took his ten swats seriously and although he hit the boy hard he didn't smack him as hard as he had the first time. Still, Chris knew his butt was going to be showing the paddling to the rest of the team. "Now, on your knees and suck our cocks." Alex knew that Chris really wasn't that good of a cocksucker but since he couldn't fuck his ass he settled to fill the boy's mouth with his cum. He and Jesse had discussed pissing in the boy's mouth but thought that might be going just a step too far. Chris was still swallowing their cum when Alex held up his singlet and let the boy know that he would have it out on the mat where the other boys were getting ready to practice. Chris walked through the locker room not aware how red his butt was glowing. It had never bothered him to be naked in front of his team mates even hard the way he was from sucking the coaches' cocks. He stashed his clothes and headed into the gym where the rest of the team was gathered into a circle, one of the heavyweight wrestlers pushed him into the center. Coach Zylinski stepped into the center of the circle beside Chris and making certain that all of the team saw Chris' red butt gave a short speech on not humiliating other team mates. Once he was finished he handed Chris his singlet telling him he should make his way around the interior o the circle so that any of the boys that wished to slap his butt could. Chris knew how much trouble he could cause the coach but did as he was told. The rest of the time they were to practice Chris was paired with the other boy in his weight class. He couldn't resist rubbing his ass on the boy's face even having just heard that he was not to humiliate any of his team mates. If it had been Roman he was partnered with he might have let his ball out of the singlet but the boy that was his partner claimed to be straight and he knew that was too much. When he was finally on the mat against an opponent from another school he went onto the mat like all the other wrestlers, not really showing his cock the way he had from the beginning of the season. Jesse had taught him that he didn't need to use his cock to intimidate his opponent since he was as good a High School wrestler as there was. Still by the time he had won his match his cock was standing at full mast and he was sure to rub in on the defeated opponent's hand before releasing the hold that he had used to pin him. Chris had missed using Roman everyday whenever he wanted. He had gotten into a pattern of giving up his ass to Mr. Scott every Monday and to Jesse on Wednesdays. He really wanted to be fucked more than that but it would have had to be after the wrestling matches or over the weekend. When he rode to the college with his Father and his girlfriend Chris was not happy that he was alone in the backseat, he had planned on at least having John John to talk with. When they arrived at college his Father said it was too late to find his brother so Chris was forced to stay in the hotel with the adults even though he needed his brother more than ever. Saturday morning Dean joined them for breakfast, leaving after an hour because the team had to report to the stadium for warm ups and a final coaching on the other team's abilities. Dean was nervous, he could have used time alone with his brother if only to jack each other off. Mr. Carmichael didn't let his younger son out of his sight until after a celebratory dinner when he let him go off with Dean. It wasn't the usual Dean that told him, "When we get to my room you better have those pants off before I get the door locked." Chris needed exactly what his brother wanted, his ass had been twitching since the third inning when his brother hit a triple and stole home on a wild pitch. The college went on to lose the game even though Dean hit a home run and a single. He was just as happy about his fielding as his hitting, he hadn't made an error which was his weakness, actually making a throw home that saved a run. Once the door to Dean's room was closed all talk of baseball ceased, Dean was tight lips against his brother's asshole prodding it with his tongue until he was fully inside and loving the taste. He didn't tell his brother but Dean wished Chris hadn't wiped as well as he had the last time he took a dump. Before they went to sleep Dean sucked Chris' cock twice and his asshole longer than he could estimate although Chris thought it was at least an hour and a half. It hadn't been in his plans but he sucked Dean's cock, too. They both fell to sleep happy to be with the other, arms and legs tangled. The next morning was the first in two weeks that he had an open mouth at the side of the bed waiting for his morning piss. Dean made him promise that it wouldn't be last he got to drink before the family went home.