Date: Wed, 13 Jul 2022 02:10:16 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: Instant Family - Chapter Four This is a story about a teenage boy, Toby, who was handed over to his father's best friend, Ronnie. The boy's mother was going to jail for DUI and his father was leaving town for a year or so to get his life back in order. Then another young man is thrown into the hybrid family. The story is written from the friend's point of view and tells of the changes that take place in their lives as a result of this arrangement. Through one crisis after another the bond between the three of them intensifies. Another development makes Ronnie's life even more complicated as it involves the entire football team. WARNING: This story is for adult men. It contains a graphic and fictional depiction of sex between adult and youth males. If sexual activity between consenting males is illegal where you are, or you find this material offensive or if you are under legal age, do not go any further and do not read this story. The characters are fictional and do not represent any real person, living or dead or any real events or happenings. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except to the website to which it has been posted, without consent of the author. Your comments or suggestions are always welcome. Please direct them to Jonathan Perkins at tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. Your feedback is important to me. All of us enjoy the stories posted here so please support Nifty. I appreciate you reading my stories and Nifty appreciates your support. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html INSTANT FAMILY CHAPTER FOUR We got through skiing season with no more injuries and spring was upon us. I contacted a pool company to have them come out and give me a quote on an inground pool. The price was fair so I told them to start as soon as they could. The boys insisted we go with all the bells and whistles. Diving board, slide, heated, and larger than normal. As they explained it, we're only going to do it once so we might as well go all the way. It wasn't 'we' paying the tab, just me. If you can't enjoy your money, what's the use of making it though? It was going to be ready for Memorial Day. The boys already started planning the first pool party with the whole team invited. Like I didn't suspect this pool was going to see more action than the public Sand Hill Park swimming pool. The boys joined the baseball team and were busy with practice or games almost every afternoon. I would attend every game if I could and sit in the bleaches with any other parents that could get away from work during the week. The boys opted not to get a ride home with me most days, hanging out with Phil and Barry. Which was okay with me. Tom finally felt comfortable with them to keep his secret and was becoming more outgoing and active at school. Toby still hadn't decided if he was straight and experimenting, bi or actually gay. But he was having fun so who cares. He certainly didn't. Neither did I. The sex life at home was going strong, sometimes the three of us making out and sucking each other, sometimes just Toby and Tom in their room, maybe even doing more. Tom was still pushing for me to let him fuck me. But I wasn't ready for that yet. When the boys were in school I would occasionally get my dildo and pretend is was one of the boys sliding in my ass. Awesome orgasms but a big guilt trip afterwards. Somehow kissing and sucking was good but fucking was taking things too far right now, at least in my mind. We still all slept together in my bed, even on nights when we didn't screw around. We all agreed it just felt better being together. With attending to the boys while they were injured and making most games, I hadn't been to a meeting of the independent business owners in quite a while. I ran into one of the fine ladies I had hooked up with several times and she insisted I come to the next meeting. She had missed my smiling face, and more, as she gave me a quick crotch grab. I explained I had the boys living with me so we couldn't go back to my place for sex so she offered her house. The meeting was dragging on so she faked a headache and asked if I could drive her home. By the time we got to her house, her headache was miraculously cured. While we were fucking, my mind wandered back to the boys. The sex with her was great and we were both getting hot and sweaty. When we had finished I felt like I had cheated on the boys. They knew I was going to the meeting and would probably hook up, I made no secret of that. But I still felt cheap. Now it was my turn to fake a headache so I could leave. I got home and the boys were watching a movie. I took a hot shower to wash off my guilt but it wasn't completely successful. I said good night and went to bed, only to have the boys join me. "Got laid tonight?" Toby asked. "Kind of a personal question, don't you think?" I asked not committing one way or the other. "We just wanted to make sure you have enough left in the tank for us," Tom said lustfully. The boys cuddled up to me and took turns kissing me while fondling my body. My cock reacted and chubbed up nicely. Tom reached down and wrapped his hand around it. "So far, so good, Toby," he smirked. Tom moved down to take my cock in his mouth. "I'm glad you took a shower. I don't want to be swallowing any second hand pussy juices," and started sucking me while Toby and I continued to make out. "Save some for me," Toby complained as he broke our kiss and went down to take his turn sucking me. They alternated back and forth until I was ready to cum for the second time tonight. "Better decide who wants it, it's on its way!" I announced as I could feel it swelling up inside me. They both pulled off and let me shoot up in the air between them, each one trying to catch as much as they could with their tongues. They licked me clean and then licked each other's faces clean. They came back up to me and both kissed me, giving me a taste of my sweet cum. "Now doesn't that taste better than some old smelly pussy?" Tom asked. "Each has it merits," I grinned. "Now let me do you boys." "No thanks, we already got off tonight while you were out," Tom confessed. "Yeah, several times. We just wanted to make sure you went to sleep in the right frame of mind," Toby giggled. My guilt was assuaged and I was glad they waited up for me. I did enjoy being with them a little more than with her, not sure if it was because there were two of them or if I had changed my outlook on sex and preferred guys over girls. More likely it was more enjoyable having sex with someone you cared about rather than just a random fuck with a casual acquaintance. At least that's what I told myself. The game on Saturday was against one of the school's long standing rivals. Neither team had scored and the game was tied at 0 - 0 when our team took the field in the ninth inning. It was looking like another unproductive inning until Toby smashed a long ball out of the field and we won with a stand up home run. The team was ecstatic! I'd normally just wave to Toby and Tom at the end of the game and let them hang with the team. This time I had to go down to the dugout and congratulate Toby in person. We hugged and slapped each other's backs. "Did you see that hit? Did you? I tore the rawhide right off that sucker! Did you see it?" Toby was yelling and hollering. "No body saw it, Toby. You hit that ball so hard and so far nobody got a chance to see it. I think it's still in the air out there somewhere." I joked with him. "Enjoy your win, I'll see you guys when you get home." Before I could leave, the baseball coach shouted to me. "Mr. McPherson, can I talk to you for a minute?" he called out. "Sure, Coach Jeffers. But call me Ronnie, please." "Ronnie, we are putting together a search committee for a new football coach. It will be comprised of the principle, a school committee member, the two assistant football coaches, a student currently on the team, a parent and myself representing the athletic committee of the school. The team chose Tom to be the team member and they also suggested you as the parent member. Would you be interested?" "I'm not sure I'm the most qualified parent to be on your committee. Choosing a new leader for the team is a big responsibility." "Exactly why you'd be perfect. You know full well the importance of the committee's charge. Besides, the team all shouted out your name and insisted you should be the pick." "In that case, I'd be honored to offer my assistance," I answered as I committed myself to something I was not sure I should have. "I'm taking the team out for pizza and sodas. Would you join us?" the coach invited me. "I'd like that. I enjoy seeing the enthusiasm these boys have and the camaraderie and team spirit they display." After a boisterous celebration the boys and I headed back home. The excitement had worn off and fatigue was setting in. They got undressed and climbed into bed, encouraging me to hurry up and join them before they fell asleep. I got to the end of the bed and shimmied up between them so my mouth was at crotch level. I took a cock in each hand and squeezed them. "Not tonight, Ronnie, we're too tired," Toby groaned. "Just lay back and enjoy the fruits of your victory," as I moved my mouth over Toby's cock. I sucked him and felt his cock respond appropriately. Tom's cock was still semi hard so I switched over to his and worked it until it responded as well. I continued switching whenever one was loosing it edge until finally I go my results I was looking for. It took fifteen minutes and my jaw was getting sore but it was worth it. "Oh man, I'm right on the edge and it's just sitting there not cumming but so fucking close. Please don't stop," Toby called out. My saliva was dripping down off his balls so I wet my finger there and pushed it against his hole. That did it! He exploded in my mouth, writhing from side to side and holding my head on him. "I hope yours is a good, Tom," Tobu called out. "I'll try my best," as I switched for the last time. "I don't think I'll make it tonight, I'm too tired," Tom yawned. This was a challenge I wasn't going to let pass. I sucked and bobbed as best I could and then gave him the finger in the ass, pushing right in. Once again, I was successful. "Dam it, Ronnie, you're the best cocksucker I've ever known!" "How many have you known?" I asked indignantly. "Just two. And you're both pretty damn talented," he said looking at me then Toby. I got up from where I was to get into bed between them. I swear they were snoring before I put my head on my pillow. Toby scored a home run on the field and I scored a double in bed. A few days later Coach Jeffers called and told me the committee was getting together to go over some resumes. He wanted to make sure Tom and I would be available to make the meeting. I assured him we would. The meeting lasted about two hours, going over fifty different applications. Who would have known a high school football coaching position would attract so much interest. We narrowed it down to the top ten and would meet next week to look over those again and pick the top four to have an interview in person. The following week we picked four and set up in person interviews with them. During the interviews I found it interesting the perspective of each member of the committee. Tom was asking about practices, how many, how long and how often. Full pads or just walk throughs? The school committee member was concerned with pay scale and benefits they were expecting. The principal wanted to know about their teaching credentials and subject preferences if a teaching position was offered along with the coaching job. Coach Jeffers was inquired about any other sports they had experience with besides football. Guess he was worried about his job or a potential assistant coach. The two assistant coaches actually asked some questions about the game, but rather superficial I felt. My area of concern was how he would actually manage and motivate the team. "So, what is the most important aspect of the game to you?" was my opening question for all of them. "Winning, of course. If you ain't winning, why play," came the first one's answer. "You have to get to know your team. If you have a kid who's father is big in town, you better not piss off that kid, not if you want to keep your job," came the second one's answer. "Making sure the boys have fun. If they win, great, if they lose, oh well, it will build character. Just have fun," was the third one's answer. "Like that other guy said, conditioning is tops. Run them every day until they're so tired they puke. Then run them some more," was the last one's response. Each applicant was questioned for about a half an hour. My questions were more about the attitude a coach would have towards the team and the players and his coaching methods. A diverse group of teenagers going through the most difficult time of their lives, dealing with changes in their bodies, balancing their lives between school work, the team and of course, girls, or whatever they might be into. After the last one left we all just looked around at each other. "Well, should we just start over again and re-advertise the position?" Coach Jeffers asked. "I don't think we have to," Allen, the assistant coach in charge of conditioning, spoke up. "I personally feel we have the best man for the job right here in the room with us." Of course I assumed he wanted the job for himself. "If you felt that way, why didn't you apply? It would have saved us a lot of trouble," I replied to him. "Oh hell no, not me. I would never take that job. You see, each of us has a particular role to play in making the team a success," Allen started, "My expertise is conditioning, making sure the boys are in the best physical condition to play, not only to win, but to avoid getting injured if they're out of shape and get tired during a game. Brad teaches them about the game, the strategy, the plays, and the mind games that you play with the other team and their coaches. Then there is the head coach. His job is to look pretty and take a bow when the team wins and take the flack when we loose." "Interesting take on the head coach," I noted. "Our last coach was an asshole. He would always take the glory but always blame one of us or the kids when we lost. I'm glad he's gone," Brad chimed in. "So, Allen, who is your pick for the new asshole?" I asked jokingly. "The one I have in mind wouldn't be an asshole, he'd be a stand up guy. Someone we could work with and the kids would look up to. Someone who would lead the team to a championship, someone the town could rally behind." "Sounds like a superman to me. And you say he's right here in this room now?" I asked. "Yes he is," as Allen stood up and came over to me, reaching his hand out to me, "I'm putting my vote for Ronnie. Anyone else concur?" A loud round of applause went up. Tom started chanting, 'Coach Ronnie, Coach Ronnie'. "Now wait a minute, I just signed up to be on the selection committee, not take the job. Besides, I don't know that much about football to lead the team." I scrambled for excuses. "You're just a figure head, remember. We'll do all the heavy lifting. You just smile pretty and talk to the press and the parents after the games" "That's right, the parents. I'm the guardian for two boys on the team so that would be a conflict of interest, right?" trying another defense. "Not at all. Most high school coaches started because their kids were on the team. We did. So didn't the last coach. His kid was a great ball player and could have had a scholarship to college but he was so turned off with the game by the way his father coached, he never played after high school. Just don't be an asshole to your boys and you'll be fine." I looked over at Tom and the look on his face clinched the deal. When I accepted, he leapt out of his chair and gave me a hug. "This is going to be the best season ever. Principal Higgins, make room in the school trophy case for a state championship trophy," Tom exclaimed. "See Ronnie, you've already got our quarterback motivated," Allen laughed. I still had to work out the details with the principal and the school committee but I don't think there is any way I can get out of this now. We all agreed to keep our choice secret until it was finalized. "That mean you too, Tom. You can't let this out to your friends, or anyone. Okay?" Coach Jeffers warned Tom. "No need to worry, Coach Jeffers, I'm good at keeping secrets," as he winked at me. Tom was true to his word and didn't let on to anyone that I was going to be the next head football coach. We both decided we had to keep our pledge to not keep secrets from each other so we told Toby but also swore him to secrecy. The swimming pool was finished slightly ahead of schedule. I had added a pool house to the project and that was having the finishing touches done in time for a big holiday weekend party. Toby and Tom had invited the whole team for a Saturday cookout and pool party. Only about two thirds of those invited were able to make it because of conflicts with family plans for that weekend. That was still a lot of hungry teenagers switching between swimming and eating. I was notified the Friday before Memorial Day that it was official. I was the new head football coach. There was going to be an article in the Essex Reporter, the local newspaper, on Tuesday about the appointment. Toby and Tom had been very good at keeping our secret so I gave them permission to tell the team on Saturday at the party. The boys straggled in and were all there by noon. Some were swimming, some were sitting around chatting and having sodas and snacks. Once Tom was sure everyone had arrived, he yelled for everyone to come to the patio, he had an announcement to make. When everyone was there, he began," "Toby and I want to welcome you all here to break in our new pool. If it can survive all you guys in it, it can survive anything." Everyone laughed. "The other big reason I'm glad you all could make it, Toby and I have a secret we've been keeping that we can now share with all of you, a sort of coming out party as it were." Not a sound was heard. Tom didn't realize what he was saying before he opened his mouth. I knew he was talking about my appointment as head coach but everyone else thought the secret was about something else, something more personal. I glanced at Phil and Barry who both had looks of shock on their faces. But before Tom could go on any further, our team center, Bull, spoke up. "No need to, Tom, I think all of us here know already." "You do? I think it's great. Aren't you all excited?" Tom asked, still unaware that they were talking about a different secret. The faces were split between laughing and shock. "I don't know as I'd call it exciting, interesting maybe, "Bull replied " I don't believe you all knew. It was supposed to kept a secret," Tom continued, digging a deeper hole by the minute. Phil and Barry both shook their heads side to side, indicating they hadn't told anyone. "So how many of you know our secret?" Tom asked. All but two hands went up, two of the newer members of the team. "For Christ sake you two knit wits, they're gay!" Bull shouted to them. "That's no secret. We've known for months that they were gay. We thought maybe he was a hired assassin or a spy or some kind of royalty traveling incognito," they both responded. Tom and Toby's faces went sheet white and their mouths hung open. Finally Tom regained his composure, "No, not that. I mean, no, were not gay. You have it all wrong!" he began, trying to come up with the right words to take back their coming out instead of mine. "Who cares if you're gay? We don't. You're a good friend and a hell of a quarterback. That's all that counts," Bull reassured them. "That's easy for you to say, Bull. Every time you bend over on the field Tom puts his hands between your legs," came a shout from the crowd. "Ya, and then you gladly give him one of your balls," came another taunt. "Boy, the things he can do with that ball, though," Bull shot back as he made a passing motion with this arm and then pretended to look deep down the field. Everyone laughed and another voice asked when food was ready. Tom and Toby were both starting to tear up. Tom was too upset to speak up so Toby took over. "Poor choice of words at the very least. The big secret we had was who our next football coach was going to be, nothing more." "Well, spill the beans, who is the unlucky bastard that got suckered into taking that job," Bull asked. I had been standing just inside the sliding door to the patio during all this. I wanted so bad to go out and try and salvage Tom's faux pa, but I felt it was better to let him see it through. It hadn't gone as bad as I thought it would. I stepped out onto the patio and went to Tom' side. I had bought an official coach's whistle so I could look the part when the time came. I took it out of my pocket and held it by the string, raising my arm up in the air. "This fall I'm going to have something in my mouth," immediately realizing I was not doing any better than Tom as the boys are laughed and slapped each other. "This, you goofballs, the whistle!" as I twirled it around. "I'm the one you just called the 'unlucky bastard' who will be your head coach this season. I actually feel I'm pretty lucky to have this job." The laughter stopped and the cheering began, yelling encouragement to me. "This had been a hell of a day, that's for sure," Bull yelled over the noise. "But I have to make one thing perfectly clear to all of you here today. We all knew that Toby and Tom were gay and none of us had any problem with it at all. But some in school might. So if we hear of anyone bullying or harassing or name calling either one of them, they are going to catch a big helping of football team whoop ass. Do I make myself clear? And that goes for any member of this team." Everyone applauded and shook their heads in agreement. Bull came up and gave the two boys a big hug. Tom was overcome by the reaction of the team and their acceptance of coming out, He started to tear up and a few tears rolled down his cheeks. Bull reached over and wiped them off. "Sorry Bull, just a typical reaction for a little faggot," Tom apologized. Bull stepped back and slapped Tom hard across the face. "What the hell?" Tom shouted in shock. "I said no name calling, no matter who it was, or they'd catch football hell. I don't ever want to hear that name again, or any other derogatory name, come out of your mouth. Understand?" Tom just nodded and cleared his face. Bull approached me and shook my hand. "Glad to have you on board, Mr. McPherson." "That Coach McPherson to you, young man!" I scolded him in jest. "Yes sir, Coach McPherson" Bull promptly replied and stood at attention in front of me. I don't know why, but maybe it was the talk of Tom and Toby being gay, but Bull was sporting a hardon, pushing his bathing suit out in front of him. "At ease, young man," I told him loudly, then lowered my voice and continued, "I really mean at ease," and looked down at his crotch. Then raising my voice again, "Bull would you go to the kitchen and get some more ice for the cooler out here." His face was bright red from embarrassment. He just nodded and walked past me headed to the kitchen. About ten minutes later he came back with a big bag of ice. "Thanks, Coach McPherson, I don't know what came over me," looking down to show he had gone soft again. "I know, its called raging teenage hormones," I laughed as I slapped his back. As he walked back to join the party I had to wonder. He was the one who outed Tom and Toby. And then he got a hardon right after as the discussion continued about Tom and Toby. Was he gay as well and wanted to make sure the team didn't have any problems with a gay player in their ranks? Coincidence or was there a lot more I had to learn about these boys? I watched from the shadows as one by one they casually came up to Tom or Toby and chatted quietly for a few minutes then gave each other a hand shake, an exploding fist bump or a high five. I can only assume they were offering their support to the two boys. After an hour or so of swimming, the boys came out and dried off to eat. Pounds of hamburgers and hot dogs were consumed in a heartbeat. Potato salad, chips, watermelon and gallons of cold drinks al disappeared right before my eyes. Then an hour of chatter, going over last season's best plays and making plans for the upcoming season. That's where I come in. "Coach McPherson, what are your plans for next season?" Bull asked. "To win every game and go to states undefeated and bring home the trophy. I'll get all the glory riding on the backs of your blood, sweat and tears all season long. Sound like a plan?" I said with a smile. "So, the same plan as last year?" Bull threw it back at me. "I was told that's what a head coach does. But seriously, you all played a hell of a season last year. Allen got you in shape and Brad laid out winning game plans. And you all functioned like a well-oiled machine. I'm sure as hell not going to mess with success. For now, I'm just going to be a problem solver. Anyone has a problem they can feel free to come to me and we can do what we need to do to solve the problem to keep your mind on football," "Problems? Like if I get detention you can go to the office and get it revoked?" Bull joked. "No, if you get detention I just might go to the office and ask that it be doubled. A lack of self-control probably earned you the first detention. Self-control is vital on the field of battle. Remember Coach Brad taught you some tactics to taunt the other team and get them off game?" "Damn, I thought I had a free pass," Bull smirked as he looked around to everyone. As the boys headed back to the pool again, Bull lagged behind. "Seriously, did you mean what you said about helping with our problems?" Bull asked "Of course I did. I may not be able to make the problem go away, but I can help you deal with it and offer whatever assistance I can. Do you have something bothering you?" "No, not really. I mean not now, the season hasn't even started." Bull stammered. "It doesn't have to be football related. I'm here for my team for whatever they need." I had a feeling Bull might actually be gay and was trying to deal with it. Or at the very least, might be gay and not sure. I hope he can feel comfortable enough to come talk to me if I can help at all. Now I wonder how many, if any, more might have questions about their sexuality. "Thanks, Coach. We could never talk to our old coach about personal stuff. If we said the wrong thing to him we'd be benched, or worse. He only reason he kept Tom playing was because we didn't have a decent back up quarterback. If he benched Tom like he wanted then there would be consequences and he knew better. Some of us were on pins and needles all season. This year is going to be so much better not worrying about what you think of us," Bull confessed as he left. "Let me tell you what I think of you all right now. You're fine young men with a talent for playing football and have loyalty for your friends and teammates. I couldn't ask for anything more." Bull gave me an unexpected hug and left to get a ride home. So I guess he is gay. And there are others as well. I'll just have to see how this plays out come fall. Phil and Barry stayed to help clean up after the party was officially over. I told them they didn't have to but they insisted. It was just starting to get dark by the time we had finished but they wanted to go for one more swim before they left. I overheard Phil talking to Toby quietly. "Its starting to get dark. Maybe we could swim naked?" Phil asked with a grin on his face. "Doesn't matter if its midnight or high noon, we're at the end of the road and no one can see back here anyway. Are you sure you'd want to swim naked with a couple of gay guys?" Toby questioned him. "I'm fine with it if Barry doesn't care." "Swimming naked is swimming naked, its all good," Barry agreed. I excused myself to go send some emails I had been putting off, not letting on I knew what they were up to. As soon as I was in the house I heard some taunting an laughter as bathing suits hits the pool deck and four teenager, naked as the day they were born, dove into the pool. I went upstairs to my bedroom and looked out the window. I had a perfect view of the pool and the four naked boys frolicking in the water, splashing each other and enjoying the usual horseplay. After a while they swam to the shallow end and were talking. The water distorted my view of their bodies but I was getting hard from what little I could see. It felt weird, perving on them like this, watching from my window and getting hard. I was about to walk away when they came to the edge of the pool and got out, each one of them sporting very impressive boners. The water was glistening off their hard bodies in the light from the house. It was a spectacular sight that made my cock even stiffer. I hadn't noticed any specific contact between any of them in the water so I imagined this was just a normal reaction to a hormone driven teenager being naked in a pool in the open. Instead of putting anything on, they dried off and sat in the deck chairs, arranged in a semi circle. More talking and then Phil started to fondle his stiff cock. One by one they all followed suit. It was too much for me so I took my hardon out of my pants and began to stroke right along with them. I was curious to see if this would be a solo jerk off or if they would take it to the next level and pair up. Was I tempted to go down and join them? Hell yes, but I knew better. If it had just been Toby and Tom I would have shed my clothes and been running downstairs to join them. But Phil and Barry were an unknown quantity as of yet. Were they just horny and needed to get off or was this the beginning of something more. As I was stroking and enjoying the view, Toby stole a quick glance up to my window, smiled and sped up his strokes. He looked at the others and they followed his lead. Only a few more minutes had passed when Toby threw his head back and shot his load up on his stomach. One by one the other three did the same. They were all laughing and pointing at each other's stomachs to see who had shot the biggest load as they wiped themselves off with their towels. I hadn't gotten off yet and didn't want to get caught so I put my cock away and headed down stairs. The boys had gotten dressed and Phil and Barry were headed for the door. "Thanks for a great party, Ronnie. We can't wait to do it again," Phil thanked me. "Any time, Phil. You boys are always welcome to swing by for a swim," especially if you want to swim naked and then jerk off I thought to myself. "Ronnie, you want to go for one more swim and cool off before we turn in? Looked like you were getting all hot and bothered in the window a little while ago," Toby smirked. I had been busted and there was no use denying it. "I was just playing life guard to make sure no one drown," I made an excuse. "Even after we were out of the pool?" "From what I saw, you might have drown in a puddle of your own cum," I laughed back at him. Tom had quietly moved behind me and yanked my shorts down to my ankles, letting my semi hard cock jump free. Then both of them ran and jumped in the pool with me right behind them. We swam and splashed and groped each other until Toby put his arms under my arms and around my chest. He pulled me to the shallow end of the pool and had me put my feet up on the edge of the deck. Then Tom swam up in between my legs and came up to my cock, now hard and ready. Tom took my cock in his hand and stroked it a few times. "Getting off is always good but getting off with company is better," as he proceeded to suck my cock. Toby started kissing my neck as he held me up. I turned my head towards him and we made out as Tom continued to suck me deep and hard. It wasn't long before I finished what I had started up stairs and shot my load in Tom's mouth. "Wasn't that better than jerking off alone?" "Hell yes! But I didn't want to intrude on the four of you. I wasn't sure how Phil or Barry would react. Are they gay or at least bi?" I asked Toby. "No idea. It was just a spontaneous thing. One minute Phil was scratching his balls, the next minute he was stroking and then we all joined in. Just felt like the thing to do at the time," was his reply. We shut off the lights around the pool and went up stairs to go to bed. We cuddled and kissed and then the boys drifted off to sleep. I lay there a while, turning my head from one to the other, getting a whiff of the chlorine from the pool on their bodies. Each sniff brought back the image of the four of them stroking their stiff young cocks. My previous attraction had only been for Toby and Tom but now Phil and Barry were tweaking my interest as well. Was I going to have a problem next fall with a whole locker room of naked teenagers, some of whom may be into other guys? Taking the coach's job may not have been my best decision. But as I told Bull earlier, self control is essential in football. Even more so in the locker room.