Date: Thu, 26 Dec 2019 20:08:49 +0000 (UTC) From: Aaron Deepneau Subject: Little White Pills, chapter 29 Hi All, a little something to give you a happy ending to 2019 (pun intended). Thanks for all the emails; hope you like the next chapter! And be sure to spread a little year end cheer to Nifty too: you can donate to them at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Chapter 29: "Playing Catch" Tyler hung up his phone, ran one hand through his wavy brown hair, and grimaced. "Fuck!" One guy walking by turned his head at the curse, but kept moving. How had everything gone to shit so fast? Sure, Katie had been kind of distant when she'd come up two weeks ago for their anniversary, but how did the two of them go from long-time couple to "needing to take a break" in two weeks? He'd always felt bad for his buddies when their high school relationships had ended, but he'd been so sure it'd never happened to the two of them. Maybe he should've tried to talk it over with her--he'd sensed she hadn't really been into the sex, but when she said she was just tired from the drive he'd believed her. Dumbass! he thought miserably. She was awesome, and he'd let her get away. And then he realized that he was already thinking of their relationship in the past tense, and that just made him feel ten times worse. He headed back into the library where he'd left his stuff to take what he'd thought would be a fun call catching up; he wasn't in the mood to study anymore tonight. Five minutes later he was trudging dejectedly across the quad in the light snow, heading back to the dorm. For once he was glad that his roommate probably would be out--for some reason the big blond Mormon seemed to have been avoiding him lately, even though he was just as friendly as ever when they did cross paths--maybe even moreso. Weird. But if he wasn't going to be getting one of Katie's top notch hummers anytime soon he might as well get in a consolation wank. And despite his mood his dick was definitely acting up again, like it did more and more often these days. Rubbing one out before Brian woke up, or in the shower if that couldn't happen, had become a morning ritual, and nearly every night too, especially after practice. He might still be on the injury list, but after even a limited workout with the team his balls would need some relief. It must be something in the air, he thought as he hobbled along (this week's consolation prize: moving from full leg splint to knee brace--no more crutches!). Maybe it was just his imagination, but there sure seemed to be more grab-ass going on in the locker room lately. All just for shits and giggles, but it didn't slow down even when Coach was in the room--if anything, some of the guys seemed to amp it up when he was there. And now his mind was right back in the place he'd been trying to avoid. He'd realized his locker room fuck fantasy the other week was pretty twisted, no matter how much he'd been into it at the time, and since then his jacking off fantasies had strictly avoided anything to do with his well-built coach. That hadn't stopped him sliding a finger or two up his ass more than once, but at least it wasn't Jeremy's cock he imagined in there. He found himself stiffening up fast though at even a hint of where his thoughts were taking him, and he rammed them back down deep inside. Over the last several months he'd grudgingly realized he might be kinda bi, but that didn't mean he had to indulge those fantasies every time they popped into his head. It wasn't like he'd ever had trouble getting it up with his girlfriends over the years. He was so distracted by his internal tug-of-war that he was surprised when he reached his dorm. The problem, he thought as he fumbled for his key card, was that there were a LOT of thoughts like that running around inside, and if he wasn't going to think about Coach kneeling in front of him in the locker room again--nope!!--then something--someone, would end up taking his place. Lately his spank bank had been filling up with more than one glimpse of his teammates, or some of those hot guys from the GSA meeting, or...oh, he'd arrived at his dorm room. Or his roommate. His light blond, blue-eyed, buff LDS recruiting poster roommate. He hesitated, getting his shit together mentally just in case, then popped open the door, hoping Brian would be out again. No such luck. Well, maybe some luck: the tight tee shirt his roommate was wearing showed off his shoulders and arms pretty damn well, and his sweats weren't concealing much of his legs and ass either. Tyler knew this was another image that would keep him from sleeping. For some reason the guy was kneeling next to Tyler's laundry basket at the foot of their bunk bed, and he jerked when the door popped open. "Oh hey!" he blurted as Tyler dropped his book bag next to his desk. "You're back early; thought you were studying." He scrambled to his feet. "Trying to find my wallet," he said weakly. It was probably just Tyler's overactive imagination at work, but it kinda looked like he had a bulge going under his sweats. Tyler couldn't be completely sure before he jerked his gaze away: no way he wanted to get caught staring. The reason for his early return came back, and Tyler's dick wilted at the memory. "Katie wants to 'take a break,'" he said dejectedly. He stripped off his jacket and tossed it on his bed, then leaned back against his desk and rubbed his hands over his face, too overwhelmed to bother moving. "Aw shoot, I'm sorry man. That really sucks." Brian walked up and put one arm on his shoulder. "She was just here too; I thought you were cool." Tyler pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly and rubbed. His contacts were dry he noticed. He'd have to take them out soon. "Yeah, me too." Now that it was sinking in he just felt numb. Something must've showed, because Brian's open face fell in an expression of concern. He put another warm hand on Tyler's shoulder and leaned in. "Hey, uh, if there's anything I can do?...Maybe a sparkling water?" He cracked a weak grin, obviously trying to lighten the mood a little. Tyler couldn't resist a weak snort at that. He sure wasn't going to be drowning his sorrows with straight edge Brian. Who was standing very close to him. Despite how shitty his brain was telling him he should feel, Tyler could sense his body responding. How can I be broken-up and horny all at the same time? he wondered. "Maybe I could find one of the guys to rustle you up a few sympathy beers, huh?" Tyler felt a wash of gratitude break through the numbness. "Yeah, thanks. That'd be chill." Brian smiled. "Okay, cool. Bring it in for a hug, bro." He leaned in and wrapped his arms around Tyler's frame and squeezed. Tyler knew he was in good shape, even with his janky knee, but Brian...was something else. His body was solid all over, and when Tyler returned the hug he could feel the muscles underneath his roommate's thin tee. He had a little bit of stubble that rubbed Tyler's neck where they hugged together, and his short haircut was prickly against Tyler's ear. He feels really good, Tyler thought. The sensations were making him really, really horny all of a sudden, and he knew he should let go. But he couldn't make himself do it right away; instead, he ran his hands over Brian's shoulders a bit. Nothing too weird, he thought, but it just felt really nice doing it. Like he'd imagined it would. Brian's hands moved over his shoulder blades and upper back a bit, squeezing. "You've been working out bud, you're solid up there." His breath was warm on Tyler's neck, and the scruffy feel of his jaw moving as he talked made Tyler squirm a little. "Thanks." His mouth was suddenly dry and his heart was beating faster, pushing the blood into his face and crotch. "Been working out. You know, rehab." He swallowed. This hug was really going on, but he didn't want it to end. "Not like you though." He gave Brian the same shoulder squeeze. "You do way more upper body than me." "Nah, just got the right genes." His hands ran down over Tyler's back. "Anyway, you're really solid all over. Your lats and everything." You have no idea, thought Tyler, trying to move his hips back a little before Brian noticed what was going on down there; being up against the desk didn't give him a lot of room though. He ran his own hands over Brian's back and felt his roommate suck in his breath slightly. "You feel really...solid too." "Thanks," Brian said. Tyler could feel his jaw moved as he swallowed. The hug was clearly going on longer than a normal one, but neither one of them seemed in a hurry to break it up. Tyler wasn't sure what was happening exactly, but he didn't want it to stop either. "Uh...I meant to ask. What's that cologne or whatever you wear? I was, uh, gonna ask if I could borrow some." Brian's question had a note of forced casualness to it. "Um, nothing really. Just soap." "Oh." The light tickle of an unshaven chin rubbing his neck sent shivers down Tyler's back, and he couldn't stop himself from leaning into it, just a little bit. "You sure? You just...smell really good is all." Brian's voice lowered. "You know, just...good." His breath was warm on Tyler's ear. Tyler felt the big blond's chest expand as he inhaled deeply. "Maybe it's your shampoo..." he sighed. He inched closer, pulling their upper bodies tight, and his hands slid lower, stopping at the small of Tyler's back just above his belt. Shit...don't stop, the catcher thought. One way or another he was going to have to get off before he'd be able to go to sleep tonight. He'd never picked up on anything from his Boy Scout of a roommate before, but it sure seemed like there was something there now. Although the way he'd behaved the last couple of weeks...Tyler felt his dick stiffen as he replayed the Mormon's recent behavior. Hoping like hell he wasn't reading the situation wrong, he turned his head slightly. "You smell good too," he said softly into Brian's right ear. "Aaahh..." Brian sucked in his breath, and his fingertips dipped under Tyler's jeans. Over the underwear, but waaaay lower than a bro hug would've gone. "You're so good-looking," he whispered, "your whole body..." His tongue darted out, and Tyler gasped as Brian licked his neck. "You too," he whispered back. Brian was either the world's worst cock tease, or.... Don't stop, he thought, let this actually be happening. He slid his hands down a little lower, just below Brian's waistline; his roommate let out an almost inaudible "ah..." when he did. "I shouldn't..." Brian whispered, "I really shouldn't...." But his hands slid down until the last knuckles were jammed into his belt, and then his fingers bent slightly to squeeze the top of Tyler's ass. "This is wrong," he said in a strangled low voice--and then he ran the flat of his tongue up Tyler's neck. "Can't..." he panted. But even as he said it he was pressing his body against Tyler's shorter frame, and the bulge in his pants was easily as firm as the one it ground up against. Tyler was done fighting it: he could worry about being bi later. Right now he was massively horny, and there was no way he was going to settle for his right hand again when he had a hot guy grinding on him and ready to smash. "Don't stop," he grunted, and nibbled on Brian's ear as he pressed their groins together. Brian made a little noise deep in his throat and sucked in his breath through his nose, and then without another word their mouths met and they were making out like a couple of madmen. Brian's hands worked their way into Tyler's pants down to the wrist as he pawed and squeezed the catcher's toned glutes. Thank God for rehab, Tyler briefly thought, and then he returned the favor as he worked his hands under his roommate's underwear. Bryan grunted and pushed their hips even more tightly together, grinding their hard ons against each other with enough force to make Tyler scoot back and actually sit up on the desk. He wrapped his good leg around the back of Brian's to tighten their clinch. It was kind of weird, they way Brian's ass felt way more muscular (and hairier) than a woman's, but it was also totally sick. His asshole quivered as the last couple week's fantasies came roaring back to life. Brian pulled back, and for a second Tyler thought he was going to break away and leave him with a serious case of blue balls--the slightly panicked look that flashed across his face did make him wonder. But then the blond's hands slid up under his shirt, pulling it over his head, and he dove back in. "Mmm!" he growled as his mouth moved down to Tyler's collar bone. "You smell so good!" With that he pushed Tyler's right arm over his head and dove in, licking and sucking on his armpit like a man possessed. Tyler wasn't going to complain though: it felt good, and he was relieved the evening wasn't going to go sideways after all. He pulled his other hand out of Brian's pants and pressed the back of his skull into him, encouraging the exploration. "Do it!" he encouraged. Brian's hands and mouth were moving over him feverishly, his muscular grip roaming over his shoulders and pecs like a man possessed. His tongue moved east to tease Tyler's right nipple and then his lips latched on, suckling the nub to stiffness before he lifted his head and his hungry mouth closed on Tyler's again. Tyler wrapped his arms around his neck as their tongues slid against each other; he could feel Brian's hands fumbling at his belt, and then his jeans button, and then his fly. When he wrapped his hand around Tyler's cock to fish it out the catcher groaned; he could feel himself leaking against Brian's palm. He used his good leg as a hook around Brian's hips to give him some leverage so he could better press into the stroking, then groaned louder as Brian gripped his length and gave him a solid tug. The movement squeezed enough precum out of him that the next stroke had some lubrication. Tyler jerked as Brian's weight-lifting callouses slid over his slick head and sensitive ridge; he wasn't too close to coming--but he wasn't too far away, either. Brian pulled away, face flushed and eyes glassy. "Can't stop," he panted, and before Tyler could ask what that meant the clean-cut stud had dropped to his knees and buried his face in Tyler's lap. His hands gripped and tugged at the catcher's jeans; it would've been easier to get them off if he'd pulled his head back, but he acted possessed, tonguing and mouthing Tyler's hard on through the thin fabric of his underwear before he finally got the clothes out of the way and it sprang free. His mouth instantly wrapped around his prize. "Oh shit!" Tyler gasped. Brian's technique wasn't the greatest--there were occasional tooth scrapes in there--but his enthusiasm more than made up for it. Plus, the sight of a guy (a hot guy at that) between his legs sucking his dick was an even bigger turn-on than in Tyler's fantasies. He groaned and hunched as he clutched Brian's head, thrusting his leaking shaft as deep as the jock could handle. "That feels so good!" he panted, "Just like that--unhhh! Oh fuck yeah, lick the head like that!" Tyler grunted as Brian swirled his tongue around his glans just the way he liked, and his toes curled in pleasure. If this was Brian's first time giving head (and Tyler kinda thought his roomie might've been a virgin up until now), he was really looking forward to seeing how he did with some practice. Because--"aww yeah, suck it!"--Brian was taking him pretty deep already. Not that Tyler was huge or anything, but Brian's nose was already getting tickled by his pubes, and he was working hard to get the rest of Tyler's dick in there. And then he worked a hand in there and started rubbing Tyler's fuzzy sack too. It was kind of aimless tugging, but Tyler appreciated the extra stimulation making his dick twitch reflexively. "Yeah, play with my balls," he encouraged, "unnnnhhhh!" One finger had started rubbing the underside at the edge of his taint, and it hit that nerve or whatever there that felt really good; he could feel himself leaking in response. Brian must've liked that, because he made a hungry grunting noise and another half inch of Tyler's meat slid into his mouth. "Shit!" Tyler gasped. NOW he was getting close to coming. But that finger had given him other ideas. And he'd gotten plenty of blowjobs before. This time he wanted... "Pull off dude," he panted. Brian ignored him and kept going, bobbing up and down like a man on a mission. It wasn't until Tyler grabbed him by the ears and pried him loose that the jock gave up. He looked up at Tyler, his face flushed deep red and a line of drool running down his chin, and clearly frustrated. "What?" He absent-mindedly wiped his chin with the back of his hand. "Get your pants off, I wanna do something." "Lemme just suck you off." Brian started to lower his head again. "Dude! This'll be better I promise." Now that the idea had crystallized Tyler was determined to carry it through. "Okay," Brian agreed reluctantly. He stood up and shucked off his sweats and underwear, freeing his cock; it'd already marked his crotch with a dark grey wet spot. It was a nice one, Tyler had to admit: about the same size as his at 6" or so, pink and cut and almost perfectly straight, with only a slight flare to the head. Almost like a cartoon of a perfect dick, he thought. Brian started thrusting his hips as Tyler slowly jacked him, his impatience held in check (at least for a little while) by the handy. "Feel good?" Tyler asked. He knew damn well it did, but he just wanted something to say as he explored the first hard-on besides his own he'd ever touched. It was familiar--it was a dick after all--but different. As his other hand moved over the tall blond's crotch he was surprised to realize Brian's pubes were cropped short and his balls were smooth to the touch; he'd had no idea his roommate manscaped. This is really hot, he thought as he explored. "Uh huh," Brian panted. When Tyler squeezed him he shuddered and leaked some of his own precum. "Really good." "Sit down," Tyler ordered. "Huh?" "Just do it man. Sit." Looking slightly uncertain, Brian complied. Jesus he's hot, Tyler thought. Buff as fuck, and that fantastic cock sticking straight up, waiting...it already had another bead of precum at the tip. Tyler tore his gaze away and shuffle-hopped to his bedside table, then back to his roommate, who was watching him curiously while his right hand slowly stroked his shaft. "Here," he said, He squirted a generous glob of hand lotion onto his right palm, then pushed Brian's hand out of the way to coat him from tip to pubes. "Ooohhh...shit!" Brian exclaimed. His hips pushed up against Tyler's palm as he clenched his hands. He never swears, Tyler thought. He must really, really like this. Who woulda thought? "If you like that, just wait," he promised. He took a deep breath. He was pretty sure Brian would love the shit out of this; he just hoped it would be as hot for him as in his fantasies. Only one way to find out. Holding onto Brian's shoulders he kicked his good leg without the brace, trying to get his foot out from his jeans and underwear. His task was complicated when Brian leaned in and started tonguing his balls. Tyler wanted to complain about the distraction, but honestly it felt fucking fantastic. A little delay wasn't going to kill anyone, he figured. After some work and a little hop that freed his balls he was able to spread his legs--finally!--and waddle into position over Brian's lap. His roommate's face was still buried in his pubes and tried to follow him as he lowered himself, but could only go so far. He looked up in frustration as Tyler's cock sank out of reach. "Hold on," the catcher said. Tyler reached behind him, grabbed the slippery shaft, and wiggled it and his hips around until he got it where he wanted. When the warm head made contact with his pucker he felt a thrill go through him, and he knew he could do this. It might be tough, but there was no way he wanted to stop. "Stop," Brian croaked as he realized what Tyler wanted to do. "I can't...Tyler, I can't get married in the church if I'm not...." He was panting as he spoke, his brain and dick in a full-on civil war. Tyler barely heard him. Brian's head had started to sink into his hole and open him up, and it felt waaay better than when he used a finger. He'd heard anal could hurt, and maybe it would, but he wanted that cock in him so. Damn. Bad. He gyrated his ass a little to work Brian a little deeper, and they both groaned. It was starting to hurt a bit, but it felt like maybe he was almost to the toughest part... "We shouldn't..." Brian said weakly. But then Tyler corkscrewed a little lower, sliding his muscular ring around and over his throbbing glans, and his words trailed off into a moan of surrender. "You want me to stop?" Tyler asked, "For real?" He was gasping as he said it, trying to relax enough to fit that thing past his ring. Almost there...fuck it was bigger than it looked. "Iunnhhh...I...ahhhnn..." Brian's hands moved to Tyler's hips as though he was going to lift the muscular catcher off his lap, but the grip turned into a caress as Tyler's ass gripped and massaged him. "No..." he whimpered, "don't...ahhhhh...don't stop." Tyler sighed with relief--he doubted he could've stopped himself at this point, and with that his roommate's cock made it past his ring and took his cherry for good. It definitely hurt some, but now there was nothing keeping it from sliding in, and Tyler moaned in a mix of pleasure and relief as he came to rest on Brian's lap, his balls resting in the blond stud's pubes. There was no pain at all in the noise Brian made. "Oh Gooood!" His face screwed up in surprised pleasure. "That feels so good!" "Yeah," Tyler grunted, "getting there." He started rocking his hips a little, adjusting to the feeling of a dick up his ass for the first time. When he moved...like that...he could get Brian's fatty to hit him in a spot that, maybe if he did it a little differently--"oh yeah!"--felt fucking amazing! "Oh shit!" he shuddered, "oh SHIT! Fuck that feels good!" He hardly noticed the discomfort now: the sensations he was feeling totally overwhelmed that. And the more he moved, the better he felt. It was like his dick was inside out or something: the same sensations, but from something inside him instead of the other way around. Oh hell yeah, he was going to be doing more of this. "Aw fuck!" he groaned, and started riding his stud roommate's cock for real. "Oh my God! Oh my God!" Brian chanted, his eyes glazed. "This is amazing! Aaaahyeah!" His grip tightened on Tyler's flexing ass, assisting him as he bounced up and down. "Shit yeah!" Tyler panted. "Fuck me Brian!" He rested his arms on his roommate's shoulders to steady himself, then leaned down to slide his tongue into the no-longer-reluctant Mormon's mouth. They whimpered and gasped in unison as their pleasure built, their bodies slapping together as Brian began fucking up into Tyler's welcoming chute. The catcher felt his balls tightening up, and knew he wouldn't last much longer. Now to make the rest of his fantasy come true. "Jack me off Brian! I'm close man--get me off!" Brian didn't say a word, but wrapped one hand around Tyler's deep red stick and started stroking. His grip was warm and strong and worked Tyler over just the way he liked. He groaned in pleasure as the sensations from his ass merged with those coming from his penis, Brian's hand and cock commanding his balls to unload. With an explosive "AW FUCK!" he did just that, his head falling back in pleasure as his roommate milked a massive load out of him. The first jet spattered the big blond's neck as it cleared his shoulder and landed on the floor, while the second and third hit him square on the cheek and chin, some of it even ending up in his mouth. Tyler's barely noticed or cared though as his orgasm consumed him and what was happening in his ass and his cock became his whole world for a few seconds. Inevitably the wave of pleasure started to ebb, and his hot jets slowed to "just" a river of cum pouring down over Brian's hand and soaking the catcher's bush. Tyler shuddered as Brian finished fucking the load out of him and slowed his frantic bouncing. If anything though the big blond had picked up his pace, and as Tyler came to his senses he realized that his roommate hadn't come just yet. "Come on man," he encouraged, "do it! Shoot your wad up my ass Bri!" He squeezed his ass cheeks tight, eyelids flickering as the energetic ramming triggered a smaller wave of pleasure, and then a flood of warmth was filling him up as Brian came. His handsome face fell back and his eyes rolled up as he jerked, pouring his spunk into Tyler's welcoming hole. "Uh! Uh! Uh! UhhhhoohGod! Ohgod! AHHH!!" His groin hammered Tyler's ass. "AH! AHHH!! Ahh! Aaahhhh..." His cock sent aftershocks of pleasure through Tyler's ass as he pounded it, filling it with his load. Gradually his movements slowed and his eyes fluttered open as he came back to his senses. With a dazed look he lifted up his dripping right hand. As Tyler watched in fascination he closed his eyes, took a deep sniff, and licked his fingers cautiously before his body went slack and his head fell back. "Oh my God," he said weakly, in the voice of someone who had just been well-fucked. "Yeah, you can say that again," Tyler sighed; he sounded about the same. "That was sick." He should probably get up in minute, but for the moment he was too wiped out. And he kinda wanted to keep the feeling of a dick in his ass a little longer. It was starting to sink in what had happened, and he wasn't sure-- Brian suddenly shook his head, like he was trying to clear it, and sat up. "Tyler, you need to get off man." Tyler half laughed. "I think we already did." "No, I'm serious, come on, get up." Brian was starting to sound agitated; he obviously meant it. "Okay, okay, sure." Tyler shuddered a little as Brian's head slid out of him one last time with a soft pop, then stood up a little uncertainly. "Um." Brian peeled of his tee shirt, making Tyler wet his lips at the sight of his smooth pecs and the pink nipples jutting out stiffly from them. But the seated blond didn't notice: he didn't meet Tyler's eyes as he began wiping himself off vigorously. "Look, Tyler--" Shit, thought Tyler with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He knew how this was going to go. Better to take control. "Hey man, it's no big thing. We just got a little crazy is all--stress or whatever. Won't happen again." He tried to make the last part sound firm while leaving just a bit of wiggle room in case. "It IS a big deal." Brian still wouldn't look at him, just kept scrubbing. "I mean, it's not your fault or anything really, but the church--I'm supposed to wait. And never with a guy." He seemed to realize he had more areas to wipe than just his crotch, and his face had a stricken look as he wiped the cooling spunk off as well as he could. "No one can EVER know, okay? For real?" Tyler nodded; at least he didn't have that to worry about then. Even if he was starting to feel kind of shitty for doing this. Or letting Brian do it. Or whatever. But his roommate had started things, so he wasn't going to feel THAT shitty about it, or for wanting more. But he'd obviously have to play it super chill. He gave Brian a friendly pat on the shoulder--just a guy pat this time. "For real man, not a word. Just a one-time thing between us. We're cool." Brian nodded, still not 100% chilled out, but obviously relieved. "Okay, good deal." His gaze fell to the sticky tee shirt he still held. "Won't happen again," he finished. He stood up and pulled up his sweats. "I'm gonna, um, hit the shower real quick." He wouldn't quite meet Tyler's eyes still. "Yeah, me too. In a couple minutes," Tyler quickly added at the look of panic on Brian's face. "I'll just, you know, tidy up here first." Brian fled (no other word for it), and Tyler followed a few minutes later after cleaning up and cracking a window to clear the smell of sex out. By the time he got back from the showers Brian was gone. It was going to be a long, awkward rest of the semester, he realized with a sinking feeling. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . It was going to be a long, grueling rest of the semester, Jeremy thought as he wearily scrubbed his face in the small bathroom off his office--although this small luxury definitely helped. Having a place to shower and freshen up after a workout was turning out to be a bigger blessing than he'd appreciated at first. When he'd started he hadn't cared whether he bathed in the locker room or not, but over the last few weeks he'd increasingly needed a more private location: he'd started throwing a rod more and more often, especially around the team, and the last thing he needed was for them to be on edge even more than they already were. Six weeks in and they were only 9-6: not enough to get him fired, but far from where they'd been last year, and they knew it. His AD was cutting him a fair amount of slack because of poor Ron's stroke--no one expected him and the other two (part time) assistants to handle a team on their own--but Linda might not be able to hold the alums off if they finished the year barely above 0.500. At least his injured guys were on the mend way ahead of schedule: the twins had played a few innings during last week's triple-header, and would probably be back in full rotation soon. And Eric was coming along nicely as his lead catcher--but he'd still be happy when Tyler was back. Eric had focus and intensity, but Tyler had the instincts and lightning arm they needed. Not to mention a well-shaped ass that he couldn't keep his eyes off of. And occasionally his hands--but everybody played some slap-ass in the locker room, and if he didn't administer the occasional butt pat like he had before he was paranoid it would stand out. Especially if the brown-eyed catcher was the only one not getting it. But every time he touched those glutes he had to fight the urge to give them the squeeze he wanted, and the temptation had only gotten worse over time. In his dreams he didn't stop: things went a lot further than just a grope, and when he woke up his briefs and the sheets were wetter than they'd ever been when he was 16. Practices and games weren't so bad: he had something to focus on and the dialog with the other coaches kept him distracted, but afterwards...he spent all his time in the locker room trying to act natural, which was pretty much the least-natural thing anyone could do. And Jeremy knew he was no actor. Luckily no one else seemed to have noticed but it was taking a toll on his concentration, and in his heart he knew that was a big part of why they weren't doing better. The New Mexico games should've been a clean sweep for sure, not 1-2 like they'd ended up, and all he could offer in his (weak) defense was that he'd "get the guys to pull together." So that meant more hours watching video, researching their upcoming games, and pushing himself even harder. Which meant now more than ever he couldn't stop using the "deodorant" he'd gotten from Carlos: even a couple days' break and all his extra energy disappeared with interest, leaving him utterly wiped out and in a fog. He laughed bitterly as he dried his face--Denise would laugh her ass off if she knew how well he'd caught his own balls in a vice. She still cared enough about him apparently to spin some vague lie to her family about their marriage "just not working out," but it'd been his stupid fucking fiasco in Arizona and all the fallout afterwards that had really done it, and everyone who knew him knew it. And now here he was: unable to quit using the whatever-it-was that was making him horny as hell around some of his star players because he needed the boost to get the team through this rough patch--that was there because he was using this experimental shit he'd gotten on the black market. Great plan, Jeremy. And he couldn't even tell the "twins" or Tyler to stop, because the shit was obviously working: there was almost no chance they would've recovered this fast normally. They'd even been drug tested because of it. When they'd come back clean last week Jeremy couldn't decide whether to cheer or swear up a storm: they were all in the clear, but that meant if anything ever, EVER came out he get busted not just for HGH or something vanilla, but for some voodoo shit that'd probably land him in jail for illegal experimentation. He laughed bitterly again. "Fuck!!" he said, for the thousandth time. Just thinking about it depressed him too much to want to jerk off anymore. Probably for the best: he had a lot of work to do before their next games in two weeks, and he wasn't going to get it done with his dick in his hand. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Three days later Jeremy was in a significantly better mood as he sat at his desk: Andy and Ollie had gotten their concussion hold released by the doctor, and they were cleared to play. They'd already been practicing some, and training as much as they could (maybe a bit more than they should've, but what the doc didn't know wouldn't hurt him), and they'd jumped right into full-tilt practice. The rest of the guys had definitely been excited to see the twins back, knowing they'd be playing next weekend in Texas. They brought a definite level of energy back that the team had been missing, and there was a lot of high-fiving and ass-slapping as they'd walked into the locker room. Now if he could get Tyler back on the active roster.... Almost on cue there was a knock on his door and his star catcher (injured) poked his head in. "Hey Coach, you busy?" Jeremy felt his pulse pound at the sight of Tyler's slightly soft, clean-shaven face with its mop of wavy brown hair still damp from the shower. Now that he was done working out Tyler was wearing horn-rimmed glasses that gave him a slightly bookish look. Jeremy's imagination filled in the picture of the tight body it was attached to, currently just out of sight behind the cracked door. A too-familiar jolt hit him in the groin, and he had to clear his throat before he could answer. "No, no problem. Come on in Tyler." Be cool, he told himself, be cool. Tyler had never brought up the missing jockstrap, had probably never even realized it was missing, and he definitely had no way of knowing how many times his coach had come all over his belly while it was pressed to his nose. But Jeremy still felt his cheeks flushing. "Have a seat." He gestured to the couch opposite his desk against the wall. "What's up? How's the knee?" Tyler's limp was barely noticeable lately, and he'd already stopped wearing the brace except when he was working out--maybe he was here with good news too? "Uh, good." Tyler sounded upbeat. "Definitely getting better real fast; gonna see the doc Friday and see if he'll let me play next weekend." He lowered his voice and shut the door behind him. "I think that...stuff really helped." He seemed nervous suddenly; Jeremy couldn't blame him. The coach had projected confidence at the time, but that first drug test had been a bit of a nail-biter. He'd have to talk to the guys about tapering off it once they got better. "Honestly, I feel great, like it's got some caffeine in it or something." Jeremy nodded. "Yeah, I think it's got some of that. You get back on the roster and you can probably stop using it." No sense tempting fate. Tyler pushed his glasses up. "It's not dangerous or anything is it?" "No no," Jeremy seriously hoped not. Carlos had sworn it was safe anyway. "But you know: don't wanna take more than you need." Good advice for him too, but this was not the time to worry about it. That could wait until the season was over and he could finally get some sleep. Tyler shrugged, not looking convinced, but Jeremy didn't dare press any further. "You're not having any side effects or anything are you? No rash or trouble breathing or anything?" He sure as shit didn't want to lose this job--it'd be the end of his coaching career--but as shady as he knew this was, he drew the line at actually hurting one of his guys. A weird look flickered across Tyler's face, almost...guilty? But then it was gone and he shook his head firmly. "No, I feel fine. Great, really." He was back to looking nervous again, his gym bag swaying slightly as he unconsciously shifted his weight from foot to foot. "So what can I do for you bud?" Jeremy tried to keep his tone casual, but damn if he wasn't getting horny as fuck. The sweater and jeans his catcher were wearing would've made it pretty easy to imagine the body underneath even if Jeremy hadn't seen the guy in the locker room dozens of times. The image of Tyler on crutches with nothing but a leg brace and a jock strap (THAT jock strap) covering him up popped up, and Jeremy felt his heart pounding. The moment Tyler left he was going to lock that door and rub one out--no way could he make it until bedtime. Thank God for that private bathroom--again. "Uh...my brace was chafing pretty bad today. Kelly said you might have some ointment or something?" "Oh yeah, sure." The guys were supposed to go to the doc for real injuries, but a little OTC hydrocortisone cream was no big deal. Jeremy mentally shook his head to clear it and reached into his side drawer, and started rooting around in his various first aid supplies. There it was. "Here--" While he'd been looking down he hadn't noticed Tyler walking up to him. Now the kid was standing beside his desk, his crotch only a few inches from his face. "--ya go," he finished weakly. Oh shit. "Thanks Coach," Tyler said. Jeremy couldn't tear his eyes away as he undid his belt and popped the buttons on his jeans. "This won't take a minute." The pants slid down, revealing a fresh jock strap underneath. It was on the small size, and a tuft of brown hair peeked up over the white band; the outline of his shaft and cut head was clearly visible where it pressed against the cotton mesh. "Oh shit," Jeremy croaked. There was absolutely zero chance Tyler wasn't putting the moves on him; this was really happening. And he'd spent waaaay too much time fantasizing about this exact situation to start worrying about banging a student. His dick was behind the wheel now, and it was ready to drive. "You like my jock?" Tyler asked. His voice was soft, but the look in his eyes was hungry. "Oh fuck yeah," Jeremy grunted, and pressed his face against the fabric. Under the smell of soap was the catcher's unmistakable musk, faint but still enough to make him dizzy. Jeremy took a moment to savor it and then pulled the straps down so he could get to the prize. Tyler's cock sprang free, a healthy cut 6" or so of warm meat rooted in a nice brown bush, right there in front of his mouth. "Fuckin' gorgeous," he muttered, and then took the head into his mouth. He took his time swallowing it, probing the piss slit with his tongue and sampling the clear liquid there, then flicking under it and making Tyler twitch, before swirling his tongue around the head and exploring the taut texture of the swollen glans. It felt like he'd imagined it would--but at the same time the experience was completely new. The combination of smell, taste, and warm feel was amazing and he growled urgently as he wrapped his lips around the head and began sliding them across the mushroom head and down the shaft. Tyler gasped and squirmed as Jeremy worked him over; he'd begun leaking precum heavily. "Shit that feels so good Coach!" he whispered fiercely, "Awww yeah!" He began rocking his hips, and Jeremy let him use the motion to ease deeper into his throat. He was rapidly getting used to the sensation of having his mouth filled up like this, and the experience lived up to his recent fantasies and then some. They continued like that for the next few minutes, Jeremy slowly getting Tyler deeper and deeper while the catcher's gasps grew more and more urgent. The older man hadn't quite gotten the whole thing in, but he was getting his nose tickled on most every stroke and enjoying himself immensely. It helped that after a couple minutes of fumbling he'd gotten his dick free and was able to jack along with Tyler's thrusts, which was hot as hell: he had to keep his grip loose to keep from blowing, and his own dick was leaking as much as the one in his mouth. The taste was pretty good too, he decided. Plus it was hot knowing he was turning Tyler on; he'd always gotten off better with women who talked dirty and were screamers, and even if Tyler wasn't as vocal all that dick juice told Jeremy plenty. Keeping his right hand busy, he cupped Tyler's nuts in his left palm and rolled them around a bit to work a little more cream out of them. "Uhuuuhh," Tyler said in a shaky voice that Jeremy read as encouragement. He slid his forefinger back a little bit to press on the taint while the rest of his hand continued the ball play and felt the catcher's hard-on jump in his mouth. "Yeah Coach..." he moaned, and again "yeah!" when the finger slid farther back. That was a really good sign that his fantasies were going to come true, Jeremy figured; to test the waters he worked his way through the wiry hairs until his finger found an area of warm, smooth skin. He pressed against the wrinkled surface and Tyler spasmed in pleasure. "Yes Coach! Aaah--fuck me!" The catcher clamped one hand on the back of Jeremy's head, impaling him deep on his cock, while his right hand scrambled in his ass crack, searching for his hole and then shoving a finger deep in ahead of Jeremy's. "Fuck me!" he cried out, and Jeremy felt the ring under his finger spasm. Tyler's cock thickened and then exploded, launching warm jets down Jeremy's throat that he struggled to swallow. He worked his finger in vigorous circles around the inner edge of Tyler's hole, joining the catcher's digit as they massaged and stretched the opening. "Oooh SHIT!" he gasped, and the biggest jet yet spurted out of his piss slit; Jeremy had to back off to avoid choking. "Aauunnhhh!..." Tyler's finger was in all the way, squirming furiously as he helped himself get off. "So fucking goood..." His hips pumped, rocking him from finger to warm mouth and back as Jeremy slurped down his spunk, feeling almost lightheaded from the sensations bombarding him. He forced himself not to join in, keeping his strokes light: he'd done enough jacking off, and wanted his next load to end up somewhere else. From the noises his catcher was making he didn't think there'd be any complaint. "Shit!" Tyler gasped as he shivered and slid out of Jeremy's mouth; his face was flushed and he was breathing heavily. He pulled his finger out of his ass and stood there shaking as Jeremy stood up close. His dick was softening grudgingly, but Jeremy's hard on didn't at all: it poked into Tyler's belly, leaving little glistening dots in his treasure trail as their bodies swayed. "You liked that huh?" Tyler swallowed and nodded. "Yeah, big time." Jeremy shook his head. "I had no idea." "Me either, until you swiped my jock." He looked up, suddenly uncertain. "That was you, right?" Jeremy nodded, feeling his face flush. "I don't know what I was thinking. I was freaking out for a bit after, but then you didn't say anything. I thought maybe you didn't notice." One corner of Tyler's mouth twisted up and he snorted. "I noticed." He wrapped his right hand around Jeremy's shaft and started slowly stroking it. "Thought about it a lot." "Yeah?" Tyler's touch was light, just grazing his skin, and it was making him crazy. "Thought about what?" Tyler broke his gaze and looked down, watching himself as he jacked his coach's dick. His own had softened enough to point back down, but the head and shaft still bumped against Jeremy's balls as their bodies moved: it was clearly swollen and going to stay that way. "Getting fucked," he said quietly. "Me too," Jeremy said, "I can't stop thinking about your ass." He gripped a cheek in each hand and squeezed, pulling them apart. "That fine fucking ass," he said hoarsely. "Did you jack off thinking about it?" Tyler was still looking down, watching another clear droplet break free. "Oh yeah," Jeremy said, "I'd jam that jock into my face and think about you riding my cock. I blew so many loads..." Tyler looked up. "Me too." His dick pressed warmly against the underside of Jeremy's balls; it was incredibly sexy. "Riding my cock?" Jeremy asked. He flexed his hips for emphasis. Tyler gave a little chuckle. "Against the lockers." Jeremy returned it, raising his eyebrows. "Oho! Aren't you the little porn star?" Tyler grinned. "You gonna make me one?" "We could maybe do that some time. But it's probably busy in there right now; how about in here instead?" Jeremy moved his grip until he was able to get a finger deep in the fur of Tyler's crack; the catcher arched his back and spread his legs a bit for better access, and Jeremy was quickly knuckle-deep in the warm hole. "Anywhere you want," Tyler said. Fuck if the kid wasn't already getting hard again; had Jeremy recovered that fast after getting off when he was 20? Not that he was complaining. Jeremy leaned in and nibbled on one ear and felt Tyler stiffen against him. "How about you get up on the couch on your knees and I do you doggie style?" he breathed. He could already picture it; the thought made his dick dribble. Tyler's asshole twitched around his finger. "Yeah," he breathed, "fuck yeah." "Take off everything but that jock," Jeremy ordered. He gave his finger one last wiggle before pulling away so Tyler could get (almost) naked, then shucked off his own clothes. By the time he was done Tyler was in position: elbows resting on the couch back with his knees spread and the straps of the jock outlining his tight ass. His back was smooth and well-muscled, but his legs had a thick dusting of brown hair that led to the cleft between his cheeks and said he was all man. Jeremy could glimpse a patch of white showing between Tyler's legs where the jockstrap cupped his balls, and licked his lips at the sight; he hadn't been this horned up on his wedding night. As he walked towards the couch he realized with a shock that he'd totally forgotten to lock the door. At this time of night he usually didn't have anyone bothering him (something Tyler probably realized too), but his gut clenched at the thought of someone walking in just 10 minutes ago. Never mind the performance-enhancing drugs, he would've been fired on the spot. He'd have to be way more careful in the future. The thought caught him by surprise: he hadn't even come yet and he was already thinking about the next time. But the feel of Tyler's glutes tensing and shifting under his touch, and the soft noise he made when Jeremy touched his hole again, settled it. It'd be easier to give up crack than this. He licked his middle finger and then returned it to its place, sliding it in to the first knuckle. Tyler let out a little "auuh!" and his head dropped as his asshole fluttered--damn was he thirsty. Jeremy had brought a bottle of lotion from his supply drawer with him, but wasn't quite ready to use it. "You done this before?" he asked, slowly wiggling his finger. Every instinct was urging him to sink his dick in there NOW, but at the same time the whole experience was so hot he didn't want it to end. And he knew he wouldn't last long once he started banging away. Plus, he wasn't sure Tyler would be ready for it; the last thing he needed was for the guy to complain about him to someone. Tyler's head dropped onto the couch back as Jeremy opened him up. "Uh huh," he nodded weakly, and pushed back onto the finger. Still probing, Jeremy knelt down (thank God for that soft area rug). "How about this?" he asked, and replaced his finger with his tongue. He'd never eaten ass before, but he considered himself pretty good at pussy and figured he could give it a try. Plus it really got his blood going to bury his face in that tight, musky cleft. "AaaAAAAHH!" Tyler wailed. "Oh SHIT! FUUUCK yeeeess!" He pushed his hips back, grinding into Jeremy's tongue and chin as his coach ate him out. Oh this is hot as balls, Jeremy thought, I should've done this the moment I saw him in that jock. He tightened his grip and spread the catcher's glutes wide to expose his pucker, then went to town: licking up one side and down the other, then pushing his tongue deep in and wiggling the tip before pulling out for a breath and a teasing flick around the sensitive skin at the edge of the hole. Tyler loved it all, bucking and squirming under his assault while he hung on to the couch for dear life. His hole was opening up fast, and each time Jeremy's tongue pushed in deep it'd quiver in time to the catcher's hungry moans while he pushed back into his coach's face. Jeremy felt a thrill of testosterone at getting this jock so hot and bothered--and now it was definitely his turn. He spit on the pink hole and then rubbed hard with his thumb, testing. There was almost no resistance, and when he wiggled his joint a bit Tyler sobbed before groaning "Fuck me Coach! Gimme some dick, damnit!" Jeremy grabbed the bottle of lotion he'd left on the floor, climbed to his feet, and squirted a generous glob on his fingers which he proceeded to work into Tyler's eager hole. Two went in easily and it didn't take much stretching for them to move around freely. Tyler grunted in frustration and rocked his hips, forcing Jeremy's digits as far as they would go. Good enough, Jeremy figured, the kid looked as ready for dick as anyone he'd ever laid, and he was more than ready to go. He dropped a glob of lotion on his shaft and quickly smeared it around, shivering at the touch--if that's how his fingers felt then this wasn't going to take very long. He slid his glistening dick head through the fur of Tyler's crack until he reached the warm center. It quivered at his touch, and Tyler let out a tiny impatient whimper. Jeremy paused while he took a deep breath: it felt like he was crossing some sort of line once he did this, one that would change everything if he committed. Whatever he felt, Tyler clearly wasn't worried about it. The moment Jeremy's glans touched his hole he arched his back and began pushing back. "Yeah Coach," he sighed, "put it in me." By the time Jeremy resolved his mini-crisis it didn't matter: his head was already sinking out of sight and Tyler's warm ring was massaging the sensitive ridge. "Oh shiiiit!" he groaned. God, when was the last time he'd had anything but his own hand wrapped around his cock? A year? Probably. Long enough that he'd almost forgotten how good it felt to be inside another person. "Fuck!" he gasped, "That is fuckin' tight!" He shivered. "Oooohaaahshiiit..." he gasped. He couldn't stop if he wanted: his dick throbbed with sensation as he pushed deeper and the slick heat gripped him; eager as the catcher was to get fucked, his ass was still tighter than any pussy. The warm massage sent tingles deep into his belly as his shaft was enveloped; he was breathing heavily by the time his pubes were grinding against the jock's bubble butt. "So fine," he muttered. "Your cock feels awesome," Tyler said. He began rocking his hips. "Fuck me now," he gasped, "hurry!" Jeremy knew he wouldn't last, but he couldn't resist the horny jock's command. Bracing his hands on the catcher's hips he pulled nearly all the way out, then smoothly reversed direction and pushed back in until he was balls-deep again; they both groaned in unison. Jeremy repeated the motion, faster this time, as the pleasure built and his balls tightened up. Not long now.... Tyler's right hand dropped off the couch as he began beating his meat. He rested his head on his other forearm and squirmed around the cock reaming him out; the corkscrew motion adding to the overall stimulation. "Fuck me! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!" he chanted, gulping for breath. Less than a dozen thrusts later Jeremy exploded; between the dirty talk, the hot jock body, and that tight ass, he was amazed he lasted even that long. His head fell back as he power-slammed the catcher's hole, painting his guts with load after load of fresh jizz. "Shit!" he cried out, "aw fuck! Take it Tyler, take my fuckin' load!" His vision dimmed as he filled the student's ass and then some: he could feel warm liquid running down his ball sack as he continued coming. Tyler trembling as he jacked himself faster and faster until he gave a muffled shout. His ass clamped down and he began bucking as he came, milking even more semen from Jeremy's cock. His hungry yelps mixed with the wet sounds of ass-fucking and the faint splats of warm cum hitting the leather sofa, making a soundtrack to some of the hottest sex Jeremy had ever had. He'd been an idiot to wait so long. Finally they both wound down, their orgasms over but both still breathing heavily. Jeremy wasn't ready to pull out yet--that ass just felt too fucking good--so he kept lazily rocking his hips and enjoying the near-frictionless squeezing from Tyler's ass ring. It wasn't as tight as it'd been when they started, but that was a fair trade to make, all things considered. The smell of sweat and semen wafter into his nostrils, raunchy and erotic, and he took a deep breath, enjoying it as part of the moment. "Holy shit, that was something," he said finally. "Yeah," Tyler croaked, "fuck yeah." He was rocking his hips slowly, doing his bit to keep Jeremy's dick happy. "You can do that anytime. Man...." he sighed happily. Neither one of them said anything for a minute or two, but when Jeremy felt himself softening up he reluctantly pulled out with a wet pop. "Wow," he stated, and then collapsed onto the sofa. He felt utterly relaxed for the first time in weeks; he hadn't realized how much he'd needed to get laid. "Yeah," Tyler agreed, flopping down next to him. He didn't seem to notice (or just didn't care) that he was leaning against the track marks he'd just left. At least the leather would wipe clean, Jeremy thought. "That was so good," he sighed. He leaned over, a little hesitantly, then relaxed when Jeremy put one arm around his shoulder. "You know we can't tell anyone about this Tyler, right?" Jeremy's brain was starting to function again, the concerns that had held him back for so long returning. The catcher stiffened slightly, then nodded against him. "Yeah, I know," he said quietly. "Big dark secret, I get it." He sighed. Jeremy looked down and caught Tyler's gaze. "Look, it's not that. If we were just a couple of guys hooking up it'd be fine, but I'm your coach. This shit'll get me fired if anyone finds out, okay? And even if it didn't, what would the rest of the guys say? Every time I made a decision involving you they'd wonder if it was just my dick talking. Think what Eric would say if I benched him so you could be starting catcher again, and he thought it was because of this." He gestured at their cum-drenched bodies. "You think you guys would still be friends after that? As long as you're on the team we've gotta keep this on the down low. Maybe as long as you're a student, I dunno." He was definitely going to have to read up on the Campus Code of Conduct. At least Tyler was 20; they couldn't get him for statutory. Tyler nodded, partly satisfied. "Yeah, I get it. I just wish...I just hate feeling guilty. It's bad enough, y'know, being into dudes...." His voice trailed off. Jeremy wasn't sure how he felt about that himself, but Tyler didn't need to hear that from him. "Try not to let yourself worry about that, okay? At least you know one person who doesn't care." He grabbed Tyler's slimy cock and gave it a slow tug. It was soft by now, but still sensitive enough to make the catcher twitch a little. He gave a half-smile. "Yeah, I guess so." He returned the gesture, making Jeremy chuckle. "See, there ya go." Jeremy paused. "Look, not to make you feel bad but I have a big pile of work to do tonight, so how about we get cleaned up and we send you on your way?" Tyler suddenly looked worried. "I think the locker room is closed. I'll have to--" he swallowed "--walk home." "No you'll be cool: this office has a bathroom attached, from back when the athletics department had some money. It's not fancy, but we can get washed up just fine. I do it when I have to pull an all-nighter, or after I work out; it's a little nicer than the locker room at least." Jeremy pulled his arm off of Tyler and stood up, then reached out hand. "Come on." They joined grips and he pulled Tyler up, then led him through a side door that looked like it should go to a broom closet but actually opened into a decent-sized bathroom with a walk-in shower. It had plenty of room for two, and by the time they dried off Tyler had gotten the fucking up against the wall he'd been waiting for so long. It wouldn't be the last one, but was definitely one of the best.