Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2003 00:37:56 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Waterboy for the Team

			   WATERBOY FOR THE TEAM
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     I had always wanted to be on the football team same as my bigger twin
brother Jake. But I was too little and too small (not like Jake at all; we
were "fraternal" twins and he got all the bulk), so it was kind of
hopeless. Jake and his friends would tease me every time they saw me
tossing a football and they would get me into their backyard games just so
they could all pile on top of me again and again. I kind of enjoyed it,
though, when one of his big burly friends like Boyce would come charging at
me with his massive arms and a big grin on his square, blond-haired face,
wrap me in his arms and throw me to the ground underneath him. Toward the
end of that summer, he even began to use a particular tackle where he'd
grab my crotch and throw me down that way, ending up with his hand still on
my dick and he'd kind of grind his palm into it as he got up. It got to
where I'd have this big hardon every time he was headed my way and he had
to have felt it but he kept on doing it anyway.
     When school started, I headed out for tryouts with my shoulder pads
almost swallowing my head, determined to have my once-a-year time out on
the field throwing the ball and being treated, for a short time, as a
football player.
     The coach came up to me. I can't describe Coach Wittmer any better
than to say he looks like the coach on "Beavis and Butthead" with the same
brown hair cut in a flattop and the big muscled shoulders, and the same
voice except when he got mad he didn't turn red and he was tough but not an
asshole at all. He looked at me and said, "You here again Chuck? When are
you going to give up, kid? Go on home, I've already seen you play."
     Then Boyce trotted up in his suit looking like some Norse god and
said, "Why don't we keep Chuck on as the water boy, coach?"
     Water boy was the "team pet" position, allowed to travel with the guys
and be in the locker room with them and sleep in their rooms with them
and... "I'd really like that, Coach Wittmer." I chipped in.
     Boyce pulled the coach aside and whispered in his ear and he looked
surprised, then grinned and said to me. "All right, Chuck, if you'll stop
this silly attempt to get on the team, you can be our water boy."
     "Yahoo!" I shouted and was issued my team jersey with the number "O"
on it and in place of my name, the words "Waterboy". I was as happy as if I
had made first string.
     Jake was really pissed by my being with him on the team, mostly
because I used his childhood nickname of "Jojo" when I talked to him. What
could he do about it, after all, his friends all knew I wasn't making it
up; they'd heard mom and dad call him that too. What he could do was play
tricks on me on a regular basis, slapping me with a wet towel (the "rat
bite") and so on.
     But I didn't care, because I was running around in the gym locker
room, surrounded by all the big beefy guys, most of whom seemed to enjoy
sitting around nude and chatting with each other. Boyce, who was a big man
on the team, and Todd and Manuel, who with Jake were usually in our
backyard games, started a routine; they would rub my head "for good luck"
before the game and when that seemed to work, they decided for the second
game the whole team had to give me a big hug for luck and when they won by
a huge margin, I became their good luck charm. Jake's friends all laughed
and looked at me and it was like they had a secret they all knew about me,
and so did Jake, but he didn't like it one bit.
     Then came the third game, which was out of town and we were going to
stay in a motel. I asked Jake if we would room together and he sneered,
"Don't you know the water boy always stays with the coach? Besides, this
dork town won't pay for anything but triple accommodations for the
team. You'll be staying with coach, me, Boyce, Todd and Mannie all in one
room, and I have to warn you, we all snore."
     I didn't care, but then I saw the room, which had three king-sized
beds in it so close together they practically touched, all in one long
row. It was like one enormous bed and I pleased to see that I would be in
the number two spot, sharing the bed with coach but next to Boyce.
     We won that game, too, and everyone said that it was because they had
all hugged me before the game and Boyce joked that it was because I had
"gotten a stiffie and some of Chuck had rubbed off on each of us." I
blushed bright red, and everyone laughed and poured Coke on my head and I
really felt like part of the team when we went back to the motel.
     Getting ready for bed was crowded and I had plenty of chances to brush
past these big hunks getting ready for bed, Todd the big black guy over six
feet tall and enormously big, Boyce with his blond good looks, Manuel with
his dark Latin eyes and skin the color of leather that he just radiated
masculinity, even Jake was no piker, with his slim hips and quick moves
that kept him the favorite running back for the first-string. The biggest
surprise was Coach, who stripped down to his briefs, only they were boxers,
and still his cock hung out the bottom of them. I goggled and he said,
"What's the matter, Chuck? You never seen a dick before?"
     "Not that big." I admitted. "How long is it, Coach?"
     He smiled and said, "Twelve inches, and that's measuring it from the
top."
     "Gosh!" I said and looked at it again and it began to push out the leg
of his boxers. Then Coach turned and said, "Let's hit the sack, boys. We
head back tomorrow morning at nine a.m. Crawl in with me, Lucky Chuck." And
that's how I got my nickname.
     I did as he said and it was not very dark in that room. I raised my
head up to see the line of hunks, Boyce, Jake, Manuel and Todd. It was
still warm in the room despite being September, and we were all just under
sheets. I thought I saw Mannie fondling his crotch and I raised up higher
to get a better look.
     That's when I felt Boyce's hand on my leg. I looked down then over at
him, and his face was solemn and intense, and his hand found its way to my
crotch and he gave it a grind with his palm like he did in the backyard
games. "You like that?" he whispered so softly as to be barely understood.
     "Uh-huh." I whispered back.
     "Then do mine for me, Chuck. You know you want to."
     It was dead silent in that room, I couldn't even hear the others
breathe. I heard the shushing sound of the sheets as I slid my hand under
it to find Boyce had somehow shucked his briefs to lie naked next to my
brother.
     I grasped his cock and he moaned so softly, like an owl in the
distance. "That feels so good, Chuck. You like the feel of it?"
     I did, though I was surprised, having never felt his cock
before. Boyce was so big, I expected his cock to be big, but he was even
smaller than my six inch cock. It was a nice handful, maybe five inches
long and a good size around, but still, I was bigger than Boyce in this one
thing. I was pleased and said, "I sure do, Boyce."
     "Can I fuck you?" he asked.
     I had dreamed of him saying that. "Sure Boyce, but how? We're
surrounded."
     "Mannie and Todd would like to fuck you, too. Would you let them?"
     I saw no reason not to go along with this little fantasy. "Sure,
Boyce. Even Jojo."
     "What about Coach?"
     I was getting into this fantasy. "Sure. I bet that big whanger feels
real good going in."
     That's when I felt Coach Wittmer's hand on my ass and realized why it
had been so silent in the room. I had been set up!
     "Oh God!" I gasped. "Coach, I, I couldn't! You're too big. I never did
it before!"
     "We know that." Coach said with what sounded like a grin on his
face. "But waterboy takes care of the coach's needs as well as the
team's. I got needs right now. We'll be easy on you." They were all awake,
all of them, even Jake, listening to us. "We got to break our new waterboy
in right, guys. Boyce, you're smallest, you'll go first. Then Todd, then
Jake, then Mannie, then me. Boyce, you'd better have brought that lube and
condoms with you."
     Boyce had and had them handy, under his pillow, I guess, because I
hadn't seen them earlier. It was a case of suddenly he was up in bed,
lifting my legs and squirting cool oily liquid over my ass and running his
finger over it. It felt really good and I closed my eyes and groaned. Boyce
had no trouble, this Nordic god rubbing his fingers over my asshole, then
to probe into it while he squirted more into the junction of finger and
ass. In no time he had a second finger in, then a third and I was moaning
like crazy as I looked up to see the guys surrounding me. I was encircled
with hot hunks holding hardons aimed at me and I knew this would be a night
I'd never forget.
     I grabbed Boyce by the ears and yanked him down to kiss him and he
didn't struggle when I did so. He just waited until I turned him loose and
said, "You ready for my dick in your butt, kiddo?"
     "Oh, yeah, Boyce, give it to me. All of it!" I begged.
     "What little there is!" Mannie snickered. He had a good nine-inches of
Latin meat hanging there and I knew that if I could take Mannie, I could
take Coach. I knew my brother had about eight inches and Todd was a good
seven or so. Coach had sized them all up right. I would be stretched a
little more with each fuck I got that night.
     "Shut up!" Boyce snarled. "You'll get him when I'm done with him."
Like I was a piece of meat, the way they were talking. But I didn't care.
     Boyce slipped on a pre-lubed condom and pushed in his cock with no
trouble, three fingers had been bigger around. But his cock managed still
to hit places his finger hadn't stretched and without lube as well; there
was some pain. Boyce would wait and let me get used to it before pushing in
more. He took my cherry with a gentle kindness that I haven't seen since.
     When I was fully adjusted, he began to fuck me, slowly, then
faster. Todd said, "Ah, hell, I can't wait much longer. Fuck him fast,
Boyce! Fuck him good and hard!"
     "Yeah!" Mannie urged. "Give him that tiny dick of yours!"
     "Don't listen to him, Boyce." I sighed. "Your cock feels wonderful!"
     He leaned down to kiss me then and that little touch of gentleness
gave wings to my passion, I hit orgasm right then, with our lips locked on
each other. Boyce didn't seem to realize and didn't let go, I fought for
breath through now-inadequate nostrils and had an intense orgasm. I
splattered Boyce's stomach with my jism, and I shot a ton of the stuff and
my ass clutched of its own volition onto Boyce's ass and Boyce went
"Ohgodohgodohgod, I'm cooooooming uhhhhh!" and he shot his load into me and
I felt the heat of it through the condom as it ballooned out to hold all of
it.
     As Boyce collapsed onto me, his whole body heaving, Todd yanked him
aside roughly. "My turn. I want our waterboy to lube up my cock before I
shove it into him." And Todd waggled his cock in front of my face. "Go to
it, waterboy. Have a taste of hard black dick!"
     I obediently licked at it, and tasted his smegma, he was really hot to
go, and after handling the bitter taste it left on the tip of my tongue, I
gulped him down and went to town on him and he groaned, grabbed my head and
pumped into me hard and fast. He began to groan and I knew he was close so
I managed to spit him out when he pushed my head back and said, "Easy,
Todd!"
     "Yeah." Mannie said. "You want suckin' or fuckin'?"
     "His mouth is plenty hot, companero, but I think I'd better help
prepare him for Coach." Todd said and slid down. "Jake you gotta try this
hot mouth of your brother's. It's a wild ride."
     Jake had been dead silent and I looked at him, holding a hardon and
said, "Come on, Jojo. Why do you think I keep hanging around you, even
though you don't want me to? I won't tell mom or dad. Really."
     "On one condition." Jake said.
     "What is it?"
     "You never call me Jojo again."
     
"It's a deal." I said. And Jake slowly levered one leg over to sit on my
chest as Todd's rubber-coated cock slid in. Like Boyce's, it only hurt a
little bit, but Todd wasn't gentle, he just kept on pushing and I grabbed
Jake's cock and stuck it in my mouth to stifle the groans. We were in a
motel, after all, with our teammates on either side of it, listening for
all I knew. I looked up at my brother's lithe body, catching a bit of light
here and there from the sheen of sweat, tasting his fat cock on my tongue,
and wondered just how far my secret had been spread.
     I worked Jake over the best I knew how and Jake was soon
groaning. Todd's cock no longer hurt and I wrapped my legs around and
helped him fuck me; I think the guy was a virgin because he really wasn't
any good at fucking at all. But he finally found the right rhythm and got
into it and I clutched his cock, deliberately now that I knew which muscles
to flex, and he groaned, "Ah, God, Chuck, you're milking my cock!"
     I felt full of cock, with my brother's in my mouth and Todd's in my
ass and when Mannie crawled over to push his cock into my left hand, I
reached for Coach's with the right. It felt really good, surrounded by
football jock's dicks, all of them available to me, available at last! Even
Boyce reached in to rub my hair, to be part of the action in this little
way.
     Jake groaned and pulled off. "God, I got to stop or I'll squirt him
full." Todd began to groan and then to roar as he shot his wad and again I
felt that warm sensation, this time along his entire cock length, and knew
the rubber must be filling with his jism.
     "Sounds like Todd's through." Mannie said, always having to intrude on
other people's fun with his wise-cracks. Todd was still gasping, and rested
his head on Jake's back, pressing Jake's groin into my face and his wet
cock stuck to my cheek. I sucked Jake's balls, now jammed onto my chin, and
Jake groaned. "Oh, stop, little brother, you'll make me come. When we get
home you'd better want this every night because I am hooked!"
     "You can all crawl into my bed anytime. Just climb the oak tree up the
side of the house and I'll leave the window open." I promised them
all. "Jake, of course, can reach me through the bathroom."
     They laughed and Mannie said, "My turn at his mouth."
     "No." Coach ordered and I looked at him. "I never saw brothers doing
it before, and I want to watch." he commanded. So Mannie, Boyce and Todd
all crawled back to give Coach a good view of my twin brother fucking my
ass.
     Jake seemed bashful as he slid on the condom, but he had a nice hardon
and I encouraged him with little comments. "Come on, brother. Give me that
hard dick! I need it, big brother. I need it real bad! Just stick it in me
and fuck me good!"
     That got him hotted up and he crawled between my legs and I wrapped
them around his tiny waist and he began to push into me. Again, it only
hurt a little, and like Boyce, Jake paused each time I grunted in pain. I
was being stretched up but good, being prepared for Coach Wittmer's
whanger. "Oh, yeah, big brother, that feels so damned good!" I moaned. "Oh,
man, we've been doing without for all these years? What was wrong with us?"
     "Don't worry, little brother." Jake grinned. "You'll get a nightly
fucking and maybe twice on weekends, from now on."
     "You promise?" I sighed as he pushed the last bit in and was fully
inserted at last. "Then start by fucking me good right now."
     Jake was as good as his word, really talented with his prong. Of
course, I knew that some girls had been his guinea pigs, and I wondered if
he would drop them now that he had me? I didn't worry about that, I just
clung to him and grunted as his cock slid into me.
     "Aw, man, look at that." Coach groaned. "Twin brothers, fucking!"
     "Have a heart, Coach!" Mannie begged. "I'm about to explode already! I
just can't watch! Tell me when it's over!" And he fell face down on the
bed.
     With the guys giving him a cheering section, Jake really got into the
fuck, just like he did out on the field, a real "hot-dogger", doing little
cross-steps and fancy manuevers. Here his movements were his fucks, and he
made moves on me that drove me to ecstasy, wriggling as he plunged in and
making little back-and-forth motions as he withdrew, until I was about to
claw his back with passion. I had already shot once, but I was about to do
it again, if he didn't let up!
     "Ah, come on, shoot it!" I begged him. "Shoot it into me!" That was
what he needed, he dropped his head to my shoulder and muffled his groan
there as he shot his wad into me.
     Mannie was about to climb the walls, he grabbed my brother and said,
"Get off him, man! I gotta do him, now!"
     Of all the gang, this was the one I dreaded most. Mannie was quite a
bit bigger around than my brother in addition to more length, and Mannie
was in no mood to be gentle. I was right, he grabbed me and lifted me onto
my shoulders and drove his cock in hard. I groaned and Coach said, "Easy,
Mannie! Don't damage the merchandise!"
     But Mannie didn't listen, he just pumped away at me a mile a minute,
and my pleasure meant nothing to him; I was a piece of meat he was plowing
and he came in less than a minute. Or course, later I found out he was a
pretty nice guy, it was just that the sex show had been driving him
literally crazy with passion.
     He let go of me and Coach said, "Now, I want Boyce and Jake to pick up
Lucky Chuck here and set him down on my prick for me." He was kneeling and
he leaned back to let his cock aim for the ceiling and I saw what he
meant. "Todd, get that condom on me. You did pick up one of the extra large
like I asked for?"
     "Sure, Coach." Boyce said. "Here you go, Todd." I think Coach got off
on this, having his big squad of crack football players performing these
little services for him. It was obvious that Todd had rolled a condom onto
his cock before, from the expert way he laid it on and pulled it
down. Boyce and Jake did as they were told; they lifted me up, holding me
by interlocked arms at my back and a hand under each thigh, so that I was
spread out and ready to be put on Coach's cock like assembling a piece of
machinery with interlocking pieces. I moaned as the big prod touched my
ravaged puckerhole and moaned more as my own weight slid it into me. My
cock got so hard I couldn't stand it and I felt I would come just like
that, from the joy of a huge cock filling me fuller with each
second. Finally, it was all in me, and it didn't hurt that much because I
had been spread by the football team, preparing me for their coach's
gigantic dick. Coach grabbed me and I wrapped my legs around and we stayed
like that while he waited for me to get used to his huge prong. I couldn't
believe that monster was really in me. Then his big hands lifted me up and
down, him not moving, and he fucked me like that, small thrusts that felt
so damned good!
     But he tired and said, "I got to lay you down kid. It's been too
damned rough a day!" and he lowered me to the ground. "This will hurt less
if I turn you onto your chest." he said. "Boyce, help me turn him."
     Boyce did as he was ordered, then, at the last second, with me
spread-eagled with my legs in the air, Boyce said, "Hold it a minute,
Coach." And Boyce slid in underneath me. "Everyone's getting a fuck here
but our mascot. I still say that he's my luck, and we won today because I
had a little of him on me. So now I want some of him in me as well."
     "Toss us another condom, Mannie." was Coach's only remark.
     Mannie did as he was told, and as Boyce fumbled it onto my cock with
me on my hands in mid-air, Mannie said, "I always knew you were a bit
faggie for Jake's baby brother, Boyce, but I never knew you were this
faggie."
     "Don't knock it until you've tried it." was Boyce's only comeback and
he said, "Just take it slow, Chuck. Nice and slow." I did and closed my
eyes in pleasure as my cock slid into Boyce, the man of my dreams, who had
fucked me first and now let me fuck him in front of his teammates! I was
already hot from the combination of being fucked four times in a row and
having a monster cock in me for the fifth one, and the extra feeling of
Boyce's warm asshole enclosing my cock drove me insane. I rested my entire
weight on Boyce, with Coach's fucking adding more to it, and Boyce just
smiled and kissed me, nibbled my ear, made love to me as I fucked his ass
with the leftover force of Coach's royal fucking of me.
     "Oh, Boyce, I can't last very long!" I panted into his ear. "This
night is driving me insane!"
     Boyce kissed my ear. "And this is just the first away game. We got
twelve more before the end of the year. I sure hope your asshole is up for
this."
     The thought of many more nights like this was the final straw, I
groaned and shot my wad, my asshole again clutching Coach's cock with hard
spasms, and Coach roared and exploded into me, and Boyce too shot his jism
between the two of us, molding us together with man-glue. Coach finished
coming and, heaving like a bellows, fell onto us and I was sandwiched
between two spent studs.
     I was really tired and didn't want to move. Boyce shifted over, but
Coach didn't take out his now-spent cock which was still as long as a
firehose. "I may wake up in the night and want to fuck you some more." he
explained. "I usually do that with the new waterboy."
     "Yeah, and I would like another go later on, when I haven't been
driven crazy by watching all of my friends first." Mannie put in.
     "There'll be plenty more nights like this." Todd said. "Besides, we
know where he lives and how to get into his bedroom."
     "I know there are more guys on the team who want a shot at our new
waterboy." Boyce said. "We'll have to give them directions."
     "Yeah." I said. I had a feeling that our oak tree was going to
resemble the bleachers at the stadium before the end of the school year. I
sighed with sheer happiness at the thought and went to sleep.

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