Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2023 07:29:14 +0000 From: glacierturtle Subject: Serving the Swim Team - Chapter 11 Chapter 11 James felt nostalgic and mournful looking at his packed up room. Posters and photos were stripped from the walls. Both mattresses sat without bedding, laying on top of their base bare. The floor was littered with boxes, some yet to be sealed, others neatly stacked high against a wall. Everything that once looked normal now felt alien. He now realised this place held precious memories for him: first stumbling nervously into the room with his belongings to find an equally nervous Noah, discovering that his roommate and best friend was also gay, accidentally walking in on Noah masturbating whilst breathing in an old scent sample card, retreating back to the comfort of his room to complain or share the stress and burden of school life, and even the days where the two would seemingly do nothing at all. It was more than a room; it was his home away from home. Now it was over. For James to be leaving it felt like saying goodbye to a large chunk of his life, causing him a deep feeling of dread and sorrow. James stood motionless, looking aimlessly around his room. Everything had changed in such a short period of time that he felt like he was still catching up. Now this had happened, further making him feel more helpless. "You ready?" James heard Noah's voice asking behind him. Slowly turning James sighed and replied, "yeah...seems strange to be leaving this room now, I figured we'd be here for at least another year." "Uh...it's a shoebox room, with paper thin walls, and in summer is hot as hell. Why would you miss it?" Noah replied perplexed. "Memories I guess..." James said not sure if his friend would understand. "I'm sure the new room will be better" Noah retorted grinning. "You've seen how fancy that building is right?" James studied his friend. Ever since the night of the swim meet he had gone through several dramatic personality and mood shifts. Initially he seemed distant and vacant, then angry. When James asked what happened to his friend he refused to say. Noah and James shared, he thought at least, everything. It was worrisome for James for this sudden change and his refusal to share. This morning Noah who had been sullen and glum suddenly shifted, he was more optimistic and cheerful, despite Dale continuing to harass both boys daily, however Noah more so it seemed, by conjuring as many torments he could think of. Most of which Noah wouldn't share with him. Curiosity and intrigue got the better of James, "yeah, but it means being even closer to the team and Dale. I don't mind it so much but after the swim meet I just figured it would be worse you. You were moody over the last few days, now you seem fine, why?" A wry smirk crept across Noah's face. He shrugged and went about placing the last of his personal items in a box. The lack of reply shook James. His friend could be mischievous, he knew that, but he worried if he was equally naive about the more privileged students power over their own. "Remember...Dale has video and photos of us...he's on the team and has rich parents" James cautioned his friend. In a less than reassuringly manner Noah simply shrugged and began to seal boxes. He could see from James' facial expression he would not drop the issue. "Maybe I just decided I'll just enjoy what's happening instead of fighting it...or I'm just waiting, but it'll be fine, I can handle Dale" Noah replied stoically. James didn't share Noah's voiced optimism or his resilience. He felt a level of guilt for everything that had happened to his friend. Him applying to join the team and despite many red flags he persisted. Now his friend was pulled into this mess. He was about to speak, to apologise and try and figure a way out for Noah when his friend seemingly read his facial expression and placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it, "it'll be fine, you'll see." He could tell Noah would not really tell him why the sudden shift or what he was planning. Both boys seemingly non-verbally agreed to continue with their task of moving. Both picked up boxes and began to their to their new room. The heat lately was sweltering and today was no exception. Both boys were already sweating carrying boxes down stairs and across the school. James could feel sweat beading down his back and into the crack of his ass. His armpits were soaked despite heavy use of antiperspirant. He could feel how thick and muggy the air felt; every step felt like his face was battling an invisible foe to be able to move through. His lungs ached from the hot air and exertion. With one arm juggling two boxes and the other hand pulling on his suitcase, rolling behind him James nearly dropped everything when he saw Brad jogging towards their new home with them. Just seeing Brad made him realise just how infatuated he was with him. He could feel his heart flutter and his body tense up. Similar to Noah, James realised his perception of who he thought Brad was changed too. Once he thought he was the popular, chilled cool kid with no drama. Now he didn't know what to think. Both boys approached the heavy wooden door to their new building, relieved to be able to rest their arms. Noah was about to put his boxes down to open the door when they watched Brad open it for them and stepped to the side. "Unfortunate day to be moving in this heat" he beamed with a smile. James nearly lost his grip, dropping his belongs distracted by his lust. He subconsciously undressed Brad with his eyes, making his way up his thick, hairless thighs barely covered by his low rise running shorts. The singlet he wore somehow made his tight torso more defined than when he was topless. "Yeah, it's too fucking hot, thanks" Noah replied after an awkward pause. He realised his friend stood dumbfounded staring at the jock. He nodded towards the opening for James to go through with an annoyed expression. "Here, give me a box" Brad said to James who stammered a "thanks." James noticed Noah rolling his eyes and the trio ascended the stairs to their new room, nestled in a long corridor. The building both boys realised had air conditioning and their room was significantly larger, with a similar setup, with two single beds nestled along each wall and two desks at the foot. "No adjoining bathroom for you guys unfortunately, this room is the smaller, less equipped one of all of them" Brad announced as he placed the boxes down. "Have anymore you need a hand with?" He asked both boys. "You have got to be fucking kidding me" Dale abruptly announced behind Brad. He was panting dressed in a white singlet, semi-transparent with sweat that showed off his tight torso and abdominal muscles. His tight running shorts made it very apparent he wasn't wearing underwear, with its three inch inseam, with a split on both outer sides of his thighs. Dale walked further into the room, dripping with sweat. His face was red from exertion and James heard music heard playing from his earbuds. As he crossed the threshold he stomped his shoes, scattering dirt and debris from his running shoes. "You're supposed to be our captain, the one leading by example, and you're fucking helping the two people who should be serving you? What fucking next, you going to wear a hard and high visibility vest and really embrace your new blue collar lifestyle?" Dale asked whilst huffing and pausing between breaths, incredulously. He moved over and slapped the boxes down from James hands. "Do you want to be a bitch like them again? You should be using them like we are, not pandering. When's the last time you fucked them into submission or did something that showed them you're the boss? They're moving here for a reason, to service the team. You don't help with menial shit like that, they do it. Stop dragging the rest of us down to their level, it looks bad on us and makes them think they're our equals" Dale continued incensed. James could see Brad's frustration clearly on his face. "What I do is none of your business. If they sort their room faster, it means you can have your fun and `housewarming' party sooner, no?" Brad replied rolling his eyes and sighing. Dale stood eyeing Brad up and down. A smirk appeared on his face as he wet his lips with his tongue and made a popping sound with his lips. "You're right. You won't mind if these two help me right now then?" Dale asked. Before waiting for a response Dale yanked Noah against him by the arm. "I'm a little sweaty from my run. Clean me up. Don't worry, I'm considerate, I've got no deodorant on." Noah stood confused by what he wanted him to do, he looked around at the other two perplexed, looking for guidance and then looked for a towel or something to wipe him down. Dale gripped Noah's hair and the back of his head, shoving his face deep into his right armpit. "There are donkeys smarter than you. Lick my armpit clean!" Dale commanded a flailing Noah who desperately tried to escape. "See what happens when you treat them as equals? They think they can choose what they want to do. All they want is to satisfy their faggot holes instead of everything we want" Dale said staring at Brad. "Clean my armpit with your tongue, or the shit I've been doing to you lately will pale in comparison" Dale said glaring at a struggling Noah. James watched as Noah stopped struggling, seemingly considering his threat. He wondered what Dale had been doing lately that he didn't know about. He gawked as he watched his friend daintily lap at Dale's armpit with his tongue. "You better do it in a way that convinces me you're thrilled about cleaning your better" he advised Noah. Incredibly James watched as his friend began to fully lick with his tongue out up and down long the entire armpit with more gusto. James felt revolted and nauseated. Noah didn't look as revolted as James, either that or he was a better actor than he realised. James' heart nearly dropped when Dale looked and clicked at him, indicating to go over. In desperation he looked at Brad who told him, "he's a prick, but it is still your obligation as part of the team." Hesitantly, James approached Dale who lifted his other armpit grinning at him. "Come on, be a good bitch like your fag friend here" he said mocking James. Reluctantly he moved closer to the armpit, His nausea worsened as the smell was horrid. He closed his eyes shut tightly and stuck out his tongue against the smooth, hairless skin. The taste wasn't what he was expecting, mostly just salty wet skin. Despite the smell, James had to fight the urge to gag at the thought of licking up Dale sweat. "That's right, both of you can finally taste and smell what success is, you should really thank me for the opportunity" Dale said mocking both boys. James ignored the taunt and continued licking. He found the more he breathed through his mouth the smell wasn't as bad. He was dumbfounded when he glanced at Noah who appeared to be really enjoying cleaning Dale's armpit, which once more made him despise the entire situation even more. James closed his eyes and tried to get this over with as soon as possible. He could feel his entire face go crimson red when he heard the commotion of footsteps, laughter and talking as the rest of the team stood in the entrance of the room. "You couldn't even wait for us?" James head flicked up as he looked toward the amused yet annoyed voice. He saw Sebastian amongst other members of the team. crowding the room. Most stood with grins on their faces and disbelief at the scenario before them, some even began to fondle their growing erections, which made a threatening bulge in their shorts. James felt his face being shoved back into the armpit by Dale. "Oh, Brad said both boys' training was coming along so well that we shouldn't waste water as their tongues can clean me up. Isn't that right Brad? He is right too, this bitch loves it" Dale said indicating at Noah, who suddenly slowed his licking. James continued to slowly begrudgingly lick the armpit as his eyes glanced at the rest of the team. They were dressed similar to Dale, with singlets and short running shorts, that were tenting at the front. He watched as the team huddled in closer. "Okay, I know you're a selfish cunt Dale, but it's time to share" Sebastian uttered to the team's amusement as he pulled James by the shoulder away from Dale's armpit. He felt Sebastian's arms pushing him to his knees as he looked up at the teen in the eyes as he locked contact with him, watching as he pulled the waistband of his shorts down and under his balls. James felt Sebastian's hand at the back of his head pushing him toward the sweaty hard cut cock, although he'd seen it before it was only now he realised it slightly bent to the side with a prominent large vein along the top. Without being told he maintained eye contact with Sebastian and opened his mouth to receive the head of the sweaty cock. Similar to Dale the skin just tasted salty. He was surprised at being overcome with the scent, it was something he couldn't pinpoint whilst not overly pleasant or unpleasant. If he could describe it it would be `manly'. It reminded him of when he was younger and would frequently jerk off in his room. He went away for a few days and when he returned he noticed the aroma. He then realised why his parents kept opening the window for `fresh air', which stunned him into embarrassment when he realised they knew what he was doing. James was surprised, he was intrigued by the scent Sebastian had and began to inhale deeply, running his nostrils under the shaft of his cock as he ran his tongue and lips along the shaft. The smell encouraged him on as his resumed licking and sucking on the head of the hard cock, flicking his tongue around the ridge of the glans, eliciting a groan from Sebastian. His very recent and memorable lesson from Mr Smith made him mindful to keep eye contact with Sebastian as he blankly submissively stared at the boy whilst slowly taking more and more of the shaft into his mouth. He was amazed when he realised his lips were touching the base of his penis and pubic bone. When he realised he began to panic, leading to gagging. Immediately James withdrew, coughing and spluttering. He looked down embarrassed but quickly resumed licking and sucking, bobbing his head back and forth on the cock, occasionally having to adjust as the bend would hit his cheek. Noah meanwhile continued to lick at Dale's armpit. He was stopped abruptly by Michael, a fellow member of the team, pushed Noah to his knees so he was side by side his friend. Noah watched as the shorter boy, with blue eyes and a floppy fringe, pushed his shorts all the way to his ankles revealing his uncut cock. Noah gulped as he saw the somewhat small looking flaccid cock engorge into a thick, beer sized can. Noah glanced around the room nervously. This was the first time he was being used like this with so many people watching in daylight where he was not masked. His identity and fate of being a dick sucking whore sealed. Dale had taken a step back to let the others use them, with his usual arrogant, smug expression plastered all over it. Brad stood to the side watching, it was obvious to Noah how gifted he was with how much his shorts stretched to contain his manhood. He was brought back to the present when he felt the thick cock slap against his cheek and mouth with Michael impatiently telling him "open up, time to get your house warming gift." Noah complied and started to panic as the cock slid more and more into his mouth, forcing his jaw open to a point where he felt like it would soon dislocate. He gagged as he felt the tip reach the back of his mouth. Noah quickly pushed the boy away trying to breath and compose himself. "I thought you said they were trained?" Michael asked both Dale and Brad. "This one is more new and inexperienced. You fucked the other slut, not him. But don't worry I've been generous by allocating more time for him the last few days to help get him up to speed, haven't I whore?" Dale said as he lightly kicked Noah who still kneeling on the floor, trying to overcome the ache in his jaw and quell the nausea. "Yeah...real lucky" Noah retorted. Immediately James could tell Noah regretted it as soon as he said it, when he glanced at the commotion, still enjoying the smell and sensation of his mouth around Sebastian's penis. Noah watched as an amused, ominous grin appeared on Dale's face. "Okay, I think we should make this day very memorable for our two friends here. How about everyone unload on their faces? That way the fucking we give them both will last so long that they won't be able to walk properly for a week." James was disappointed as Sebastian's cock left his mouth with a loud plop. He was surprised how much he was enjoying sucking on it, forgetting his usual aversion to potentially having cum in his mouth as a result. He looked at Noah who was shoulder to shoulder with him to his right who had a nervous expression on his face. Both boys watched as most of the team began to disrobe, forming a pile of thrown sweaty shorts and singles and shoes in the corner of the room. James watched as Dale goaded Brad into joining, "want to start us of, seeing as though you're our leader, captain?" Brad paused and slowly peeled off his singlet, revealing his defined chest and arms and pushed his shorts down, letting his large cock spring forth, released from his cage. James involuntarily licked his lips watching him. Both boys now stood surrounded by the team whilst they knelt on the ground. Each member was sweaty from their run and visibly turned on, pointing their erections threateningly at the pair. James watched transfixed at Brad's large, hard cock pointing directly at his face. In fact all the team members had their cocks pointed at their heads. James solely focused on Brad, transfixed, thinking of nothing but tasting his rigid tool in his mouth. Snapped out of his trance, James watched as the huddle that encircled both him and Noah began to quickly stroke their hard cocks. Despite all his experiences so far James felt the most awkward now, he and his friend hadn't even spent more than five minutes in their new room to settle in before being used. Now, he was kneeling next to his friend watching multiple fellow students jerking their cocks in front of them. "I love his expression" Dale announced to the group indicating to James "it looks like a mix between sucking a lemon and watching a horror movie...everyone be sure to give James more of your load." James groaned internally. He hated the awkwardness of waiting; watching a room filled with sweaty students rapidly stroking their penises. He wondered why Dale could so easily manipulate Brad, who's giant cock was being pumped in front of his face. Truthfully, he felt like a complete slut for thinking it, but part of him thought each of these loads were wasted, he would rather them fuck him over Dale's idea of both getting facials. Being as he was, kneeling willingly, waiting for these boys to unload on their faces made him flush with embarrassment. Any normal teen would get up and leave immediately, he didn't. James didn't know what to think of himself as a result. He could feel the first volley hit him in the eye, creating a wave of stinging, burning sensation to his eye, causing him to scrunch up his face even more than he was. Then another hit James on the cheek and nose, causing it to dribble slowly across his lips, which were sealed shut. Through his blurred vision he could see and hear Dale position himself right against his face, near his nose. In the next instance he could feel and even smell cum shooting into his nostril and up his nose. "Open your mouths" James heard Dale say above him. He slowly complied and felt the cum drip onto his lower lip. He could partially see and feel Dale's hand moving it's way across his face gathering up all the deposited loads and pushing it into his mouth. James gagged at both the thought and taste. "Clean up, you are both a mess" Dale commanded above him, causing himself and most of the team to laugh. James continued to suck on Dale's fingers, he did so quickly to try and get it over with. "And now with your tongues, lick your lips so you both can both taste once more what success is like" Dale goaded both. James complied, hating giving even more power to Dale's exercise in humiliation and control to him. "Good boys" Dale said mockingly. "Now, strip and both of your lay on your backs on the foot of that bed, side by side, with your asses on the edge." James and Noah still both partially only able to see glanced at each other and slowly stood in the tightly packed room. Both students quickly stripped off, stepping out of their shorts and peeling off their t-shirts. Both had the same sneaky idea of using their t-shirts as they were being taken off to wipe their face of the remaining cum. "Wow...tighty whities...how cute...they're as big as diapers, holy hell. That's not the dress code of jockstraps only I remember settting" James heard Dale mock both boys as they stood in their briefs. James could feel and see Noah's face go equally red. He felt like quipping that Dale also wore a similar, albeit skimpier swimming outfit too, but thought better of it. James pulled the briefs down and off which resulted in even more humiliation as the waistband caused his hard cock to flick down and painfully back up. "You really enjoyed your facial huh?" Dale commented as he squeezed James cock aggressively, eliciting a squeak from the boy. "C'mon, both of you on that bed!" Dale ordered. Complying James and Noah lay on the bare mattress of one of the single beds in their new room. They both barely fit, shoulder to shoulder on the bed. If they both weren't slim neither would be able to stay James realised. "Brad, you're the captain, I think you should go first. How about a race to see who can finish first, just like swimming, only fucking?" Dale goaded Brad. "If you want, but just like swimming it won't be hard to beat you. You sure you're going to be able to cum so quickly again?" Brad retorted back to Dale. "Nah I won't, that's the idea remember? I want to make these fucks as long and hard for these two so they remember their place. I think that's what we agreed upon earlier, yeah?" Dale condescendingly. "Whatever. Can someone get lube?" Brad asked the team, who had now huddled around the one bed watching both boys on their backs. "Don't need it, just do this" Dale said as he went to the left side of the lower half of the bed, turned Noah's head to the side and shoved his cock in to the hilt, eliciting gagging and trashing on the bed from the boy. "Get it wet enough as that's going in your hole and it's your only lube" Dale sneered. Brad rolled his eyes at Dale. He turned and asked Lucas, a boy a year younger than James and Noah who still remained dressed and watched from the corner, "run and grab some lube." Lucas wilfully ran off as his friend still struggled next to him with the throat fucking he was receiving. "Sorry, but I need lube, I don't think there is enough salvia to cover my entire cock, unlike yours" Brad snidely remarked to Dale. Brad nodded to Lucas who returned to the room panting, accepting to the bottle of lube from him . He slowly and methodically emphasised generously slathering the lubricant along his large penis in front of Dale to make a point. Repositioning, Brad grabbed James ankles with both hands, moving his legs back until they were parallel to the boy's and Noah's face. "You ready or not? You're right, you don't need lube, salvia is more than enough to coat your cock" Brad said dripping with sarcasm to Dale. "Give me that!" Dale said grabbing the lube from Lucas. He similarly slathered his cock like Brad had done whilst glaring at him. Dale moved next to Brad grabbing Noah's ankles and likewise pinned his legs back, so both boys lay next to one another on the bed, with their knees and faces in line. "Ready? Go!" Dale said without giving Brad much notice, shoving his entire cock into Noah in one rapid motion, eliciting a howl of pain from the boy beneath him. James watched and involuntarily clenched his hole expecting a similar treatment. He relaxed slightly as he felt the blunt head place persistent pressure slowly on his hole. Once Brad could feel he had relaxed he slowly pressed forth, making James let out a groan until he felt the swimmers thighs against his ass. James turned his head slightly watching Noah scrunch his face up in pain as Dale had taken to fucking him rapidly, where the bed would creak and cause both boys to shift and bounce slightly. He could feel Brad resting his cock inside of him for a few moments until he slowly withdrew and reinserted. Each time he felt Brad's cock leave his hole and re-enter he did so with more vigour and pace until he was matching Dale's tempo. "How about you take Noah's mind off of things?" Brad asked James as he was pistoning in and out of his hole above him. Occasionally Brad and Dale's shoulders would bump as the two fucked both boys. James couldn't answer, only grunt as he still felt the enormous cock fill and stretch his hole to it's limit. James felt Brad's hand on his right cheek turning him left towards Noah. James could see beads of sweat drip down onto Noah's face. "Kiss him." Both Noah and James took time to process the order as the relentless heavy fucking they were receiving caused both to be highly distracted. James looked at Noah who still wore a mask of pain and discomfort on his face. He tilted his head slightly until he felt his lips on Noah's. James pressed his lips against Noah's, until the other boy reciprocated. He extended his tongue as the two explored each others lips and mouths. Brad was right, James realised, Noah was quickly distracted from the pain his hole was receiving from a spiteful Dale. Brad's long, deep thrusts in and out of James hole increased in pace. Dale quickly matched and the two locked eyes as they slammed into the holes before them. Seeing both boys kissing so intimately set Brad off, as his pelvis pivoted in and out of the hole, almost completely withdrawing to slam back in, he let out a loud groan as he unleashed spurt after spurt into James' tender hole. Dale likewise enjoyed watching as he found different thrusts caused Noah to tighten his hole in pain. Just watching the pain on his face, despite the kissing was enough to send him over the edge as he too unloaded into the begrudging hole. James and Noah felt slightly embarrassed that they didn't realise that Brad and Dale's cocks had left their holes. Dale stood next to Noah, whilst Brad climbed on the bed, above James' face. "Clean us up" Dale ordered. James opened his mouth, but had to quickly cover his teeth at the sudden surprise penetration of his hole as the next pair of `racers' took place. He licked clean Brad's cock and continued to do so as the it quickly engorged once more. James felt exhausted, the heat of the day, the move and their `housewarming' present had left him spent. He and Noah still lay on the bed despite the team having their fill, fucking them multiple times and after each pounding both boys would lick clean their cocks, which usually meant a long blowjob. The team had long left and with the sun setting James could see the room still remained bare and unpacked. Noah dozed next to him, equally exhausted. James was about to get up to move to his own bed when he felt Noah's arms keep him in place. Noah turned towards James and wrapped his legs and arms around him, lulling James back into a deep sleep.