Date: Sun, 5 Jan 2020 04:15:37 +0000 (UTC)
From: Aaron Deepneau <textripod@yahoo.com>
Subject: Little White Pills, chapter 30

Hi Guys, a bonus double-header for you to kick off 2020.  This chapter
starts a little earlier than the previous one, so for those of you who were
wondering what Andy and Ollie were up to while Tyler was getting his ass
broken in, here are some answers.

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Chapter 30: "The Outfielders"

Since the doc had pronounced Andy and Ollie's injuries mostly healed a
couple of days ago Coach had amped up their conditioning to get them back
in shape before the season started in earnest.  It didn't matter that the
team trainer had kept their activities limited (limited shoulder movement
for Ollie, a knee brace and no sidestepping for Andy): there were plenty of
ways to do interval training that kept the therapist happy.  They were
bouncing back really fast he'd said and the orthopedic doc they were seeing
agreed.  "Keep it up and I'll have you off the injured list in time for
spring break," he'd promised, sounding a bit surprised.  "Just make sure
you do what we tell you and don't screw it up."  The campus sports doc was
usually a kindly enough old guy, but he didn't have patience for athletes
who couldn't follow instructions.

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Three days later they were in their dorm room, working on their reading
assignments.  It was a crappy February Sunday, snowing and cold, and there
was nothing on TV, so they'd both decided to try and get ahead of their
workloads.  Ollie was at his desk reading up on some lecture notes on his
computer, while Andy was sprawled on his bed googling for some calculus
tips.  Despite their talk a few days ago nothing obvious had changed, but
some sort of unspoken tension had gone away, or at least transformed.  Andy
had woken up earlier than usual Friday to the sound of stealthy rubbing,
but instead of freaking out he just waited patiently for the catch in
Ollie's breath to fade, and then gotten up.  He didn't try to hide the hard
on tenting out his boxer briefs, just grabbed his dop kit, wrapped a towel
around his waist, and headed to the showers.  Ollie gave him a thumbs-up as
he headed out the door, and that was it.  Perfectly natural.

Other than that one time nothing had really changed.  They'd hit the usual
parties Saturday, had the usual hangover Sunday that they got over (mostly)
with some of the other guys from the team, and that was it.  Now they were
just slogging through their schoolwork like a hundred other weekends,
struggling to stay awake.

Ollie yawned and stretched.  "Fuck! I can barely stay awake.  This is so
goddamn boring."

Andy yawned.  "Yeah, it's stuffy in here.  Crack the window."

Ollie got up and shuffled over to the window to let in some fresh air, the
smell of cold rain a welcome contrast to the musty room.  "Man, we gotta do
laundry."

"I did it yesterday.  Those are all your nasty briefs in there stinking
things up."

"Yeah, yeah."  Ollie sat down at his desk, then gave his laundry basket a
resigned look.  "I'll do it tonight."  He gave himself an absentminded
scratch and yawned again.  "I gotta take a break though."

"Don't let me stop you.  I wanna finish this problem set up though first--I
think I've almost got this last fucker figured out."

"Andy.  I've got.  To take.  A _break."

Andy looked up at Ollie's tone.  His friend was giving him a meaningful
stare, thick eyebrows raised and brown eyes gazing at him intently.  One
thumb was moving over his sweatpants, where a bulge was rapidly forming up.

"Oh."  Andy stared for a moment at the sight, then shook himself.  "Right
now Ollie, really?  C'mon man, I'm right in the middle here.  Can't you
wait?"

"Come on, Andy: I'm in need here.  Look at me."  He pulled his hand away
from the now very obvious tent in his pants.

Andy rolled his eyes.  "Jesus.  I'm tired Ollie.  Go to the shitter and
take care of it."

"Come on Andy, I just wanna look at a little porn."

"Fine, go ahead."  He turned back to his computer screen.

"You're just gonna stay there?"

"Well we said we were cool with it, right?  And I don't wanna move, and you
don't wanna stop, so, whatever."

"Okay."  Ollie shrugged.  "If you're cool with it."  He gave Andy a
questioning look.

"Yeah, it's fine.  Not like I didn't hear you the other morning anyway."

Ollie grinned.  "Sorry man, I was trying to be quiet.  Looked like you were
in the same boat yourself."

"Hey, at least I waited to hit the shower."

"Yeah, but you had a big old wet spot on your shorts."  Ollie cocked an
eyebrow, daring Andy to deny it.

Andy shrugged.  Busted.  He waved a hand at his roommate.  "Go do your
thing, it's cool."

"Thanks bud."  Ollie turned towards his computer and cracked his fingers.
"Let's see what we have today.  Ladies?"  He began typing and within a
couple of minutes the sounds of female sighs and moans were coming from his
laptop.

Andy was able to ignore what was happening for a few minutes, but it was a
small room and Ollie was in his field of vision.  When his roommate started
muttering "oh yeah" and "mmm...suck it baby" it was impossible to ignore,
even if Ollie's voice was nothing but a hoarse whisper.  Ollie was rubbing
his left hand under his sweatshirt, massaging his pecs, while his other
hand had slid below his waistband, its activity obvious.  His laptop screen
was filled with a closeup of a platinum blonde enthusiastically deep
throating a thick dick, its owner's low-hanging balls tapping her chin as
he pumped his hips.

The sight set a spark off in Andy's brain.  He hadn't touched himself since
the previous morning, and he was suddenly aware of a need as strong as
Ollie's, maybe stronger.  A minute later he had a private browser tab open
and was making his own selection.  It was a little, well, weird maybe but
it fit his mood.  And once his hand was inside his own sweats he didn't
care: the feel of crotch fur against his hand while his fingers squeezed
life into his dick was all that mattered.  He sat up against the wall and
rested his laptop on his thighs while he continued to tug on his rod.

Ollie turned around at the sounds of a porno coming from behind him, and
cracked a smile at the sight of Andy copying his idea.  "Decided to join in
huh?" he grinned.

Andy shrugged.  "If you can't beat `em, beat your own."

"Heh, good one.  Guess there's no sense being shy anymore."  Ollie lifted
his hips and slid his pants and underwear to below his knees.  His rigid
cock popped free: it was a thick seven inches rising up from a dense but
trimmed black bush.  Even with the foreskin half-covering the head the
ridge of the fat glans was clearly visible.  Ollie turned his hips
slightly, wondering how Andy would react to the sight.  The lean jock's
gaze skittered from the olive-skinned slab of meat, to Ollie's laptop
screen, back to Ollie's crotch, and then back to his own laptop, while his
hand kept moving.  Ollie licked his suddenly dry lips.  "Go ahead Andy.
Might as well make yourself comfortable too."  He turned sideways in his
chair, in profile to Andy, and held his shaft lightly in the fingertips of
his hand, pulling up and down to slowly reveal and then hide the glistening
cap.  He couldn't say why he was showing off to his friend like this, but
it was hotter with a real person than just doing it to some movie on a
screen.  "Go ahead," he repeated, "show me what you've got.  I might as
well know what's making all that noise in the morning."  He grinned.

Andy lifted his laptop and slid his pants and underwear down until he could
kick them off.  His legs were lean but well-muscled, dusted with fine blond
hair.  His cock was thinner than Ollie's, and maybe a half inch shorter,
but still a respectable size; unlike his friend he was cut.  He'd manscaped
aggressively, cropping his light brown pubes at a half-inch to make himself
look bigger, and shaving his balls smooth.  Now half-naked, he seemed
suddenly conscious of what he'd just done, and his gaze avoided Ollie's to
focus on his screen.  His embarrassment didn't stop him from grabbing his
shaft and playing with himself though.  Or from glancing over when his
peripheral vision picked up Ollie's more vigorous hand movements.

They both realized they were staring at each other; this time it was
Ollie's turn to feel awkward.  He cleared his throat.  "So, uh, what you
watchin'?"

Andy shrugged.  "You know, fucking.  The usual."  He dropped his gaze back
to the screen, but a clear droplet suddenly appeared at his piss slit.

Ollie turned to look back over his shoulder at the scene on his computer.
"This one's pretty lame.  I mean, it's hot, but you know, kinda the same.
Lemme see what you've got."  Before Andy could say anything he got up and
plopped on the bed beside him, back to the wall and left shoulder touching
Andy's right.  "Oh wow, a threeway."  He kicked his sweatpants off and
settled in closer to watch.

Andy turned beet red.  His screen showed two muscle jocks and a brunette,
who was getting enthusiastically spit roasted.  "It just came up.  I was
gonna change it."

"Nah, it's cool."  There was a pause, and then they both resumed slowly
jerking off.  Each was acutely aware of their bodies pressed together, the
feel of hairy legs brushing lightly as they moved, the warm mingled jock
scent surrounding them like an addictive cologne, but neither one wanted to
say anything.  "Man, she's really getting into it isn't she?  Look at her
suck that cock."

"Yeah, like a pro," Andy breathed.  Each time he stroked down his forearm
bumped against Ollie's hairier one, lightly tickling him.  He spread his
legs slightly, and now their thighs were touching; Ollie let out a faint
sigh.  "Shit," Andy grunted, "I'm chafing."

"Yeah, get some lube," Ollie said absent-mindedly.

Andy set the laptop aside and hopped up to root through his bedside table,
then cursed.  "Fell under the bed," he muttered, then got down on all fours
to fish the round bottle out from among the dust bunnies.  He finally
succeeded and scrambled to his feet, blushing as he realized he'd given
Ollie a perfect view of his ass the whole time. For some reason the thought
made him even harder.

Ollie's face was red as well, and a flush had crept into his neck and
shoulders as he'd watched his friend's pink hole almost within reach.
Their gazes locked for a second while Andrew stood there with the bottle in
one hand, and then without a word he pulled off his sweatshirt.  His pecs
showed only a hint of stubble, sweeping down across a well-developed six
pack to merge with his cropped pubes; the time spent in physical therapy
had been good for his body.  Ollie found himself biting his lip while his
thumb rubbed the very tip of his glans.

"Got it," Andy said unnecessarily, and hopped back onto the bed.  He sat
closer this time, and now their sides were well pressed together.  As he
leaned over to pick the laptop back up his leg shifted, and when he settled
back his leg had somehow come to rest on top of Ollie's tan one.  Neither
one of them said anything, but the tension was electric.  "Oh.  Movie's
over."

"Put on another one.  I really need to get off Andy.  I'm so fuckin' horny
right now."  Ollie's voice was hoarse with lust.

"Yeah, me too."  Andy's curser hit one of the thumbnails and he popped the
cap off his bottle while it loaded.  It was another MMF video, but now all
three of them were making out, the woman and one of the men licking the
nipples of their partner and then lower, mouths meeting again around the
erection pointing at the camera.

"Oh fuck," Ollie said in a small voice.  "Oh fuck."  Both of them were
trembling.

"Oh fuck!" Andy cursed.  He'd meant to drizzle lube on his cock, but he'd
gotten distracted and now he was sopped with it, his hand dripping.

Ollie glanced over, concentration briefly broken.  "How much lube do you
use man?"  He joked.

"Shit," Andy said.  "Not that much."

"Mmm...yeah, suck my cock and balls," the man in the video said, suddenly
loud, and the outfielders' eyes snapped back to the screen in time to see
the guy on his knees take the shaft down to the root.

"Aaahh...I need some of that lube Andy."  Ollie pulled his hand away,
leaving his erect cock bobbing in time to his heartbeat.  "I really need
it."  His brown eyes locked on his roommate's, pleading.

"Sure thing," Andy breathed, and wrapped his slick right hand around the
top of Ollie's hot shaft.  When he slid down, gliding over the skinned
head, Ollie groaned deep in his chest and shot out his left hand to return
the favor.  Andy's back arched as his friend's slick fingers slid down his
shaft.  "Oh God," he whimpered, "oh God, Ollie, oh fuuuuuck!"  He tightened
his own grip and began sliding up and down Ollie's thick warmth, rotating
his wrist as he went.

"Aaahh!" Ollie yelped, and arched his chest.  "Jesus Andy that feels so
fucking good!" he panted.  "Don't stop man, I'm close!"  He pulled faster
on Andy's shaft, duplicating the twisting motion that felt so good on his
own cock, causing his buddy to squirm violently from the stimulation.

"Me too!  Fuck Ollie, I'm gonna nut real soon!" His voice rose higher as he
thrust his hips into Ollie's firm grip, and his eyes slid half shut.  "Oooh
shit!!"  His building orgasm didn't stop him from working on Ollie, and
each pass of his palm over the exposed head made his roommate's stocky body
twitch against his.

Ollie's eyes were half shut as well, and his free right hand was pinching a
nipple in time with Andy's strokes.  His hips thrust up to meet the slick
hand getting him off, and a steady string of soft yelps were coming from
him, higher and more desperate as Andy brought him closer to the edge.  His
dick was as swollen as it had ever been, its rigidity matched by the iron
bar he was working on.  Within the next few strokes Andy pushed him over
the edge, and his climax began.  "Coming!!" he managed to gasp out, and
then he was writhing helplessly as the first jet of semen exploded from his
cock, leaving a wet streak from his shoulder to his abs.  The body-on-body
contact made his whole body shiver with pleasure, and his second blast was
even more energetic, painting the wall between their heads with white
juice.  His asshole clenched hard in pleasure, and without any conscious
thought he steered his dick so the load reached Andy's six pack.

Andy had been on the edge already, desperate to come but wanting to prolong
it at the same time.  When Ollie started to come he wrapped his friend's
slick hand in his free left one, tightening the grip just they way he
needed.  The cum was already boiling in his balls when Ollie's third load
splattered against his torso, and the rich smell of fresh jock spunk rolled
into his nostrils just his own dick began to spray in the start of an
almost unbearable orgasm.

Ollie's hips were still bucking as his dick finished draining, but he'd
regained enough awareness to see what Andy had done.  "Oh fuck yeah..." he
groaned, "shoot your load Andy.  Shoot it...."  _Over me, he didn't add,
but didn't have to.  Andy was already turning his hips so his second shot
landed on his groin and in his bush, where it mingled with the lube and
semen running down Ollie's cock.  Andy's third shot was smaller, but it
still reached Ollie's thigh, pooling in the dark hairs.

"Nnnnnhh!"  Andy gave one last lengthy groan as Ollie squeezed the last of
his load out, both of them squirming in the other's grip.  "Ohhhh..." his
voice faded away as both of them slowed their movement, their cocks rapidly
becoming too sensitive for any more stimulation.  They sat there panting
for a minute, saying nothing as the men in the video began an enthusiastic
69.

Finally Ollie broke the silence with a deep gust of breath.  "Wow."  His
face was a mix of post-orgasmic bliss and disbelief.  "That was...wow."

Andy had a similar expression on his face.  "It was something all right.
Definitely different."  He pulled his hand off Ollie's slowly deflating
cock and looked at it thoughtfully: it was thoroughly coated with white
juice.

"Yeah it was." Ollie gave Andy one last squeeze and his friend bit his lip
and grunted as one last pearl appeared at his piss slit.  "You sure had a
big load."

"Yeah, I think that might be a record.  Ungh!"  He bucked his hips as Ollie
slid a thumb over his still-hard glans.  "You gotta stop Ollie.  I'm real
sensitive after I come."

"Sorry."  Ollie jerked back as he realized that he was still playing with
his friend's junk.  "I guess I'm just used to a little, you know, post-game
action."

"Oh," Andy said, "like...uh, this?"  He returned his hand to Ollie's groin
and began gently stroking it, sliding the foreskin up and down but steering
clear of the sensitive glans.

"Yeah," Ollie nodded, "that feels nice."  He leaned back and closed his
eyes.  They sat there quietly for a minute or two, until Ollie started to
wilt a bit.  Suddenly self-conscious, Andy let go and pulled away.

Ollie opened his eyes back up, and his face reddened slightly as he
processed the cum-drenched scene.  He barked a laugh that was part
embarrassment, part tension relief.  "Good thing I didn't do laundry yet."
He stood up and crossed to the laundry basket to grab a tee shirt and toss
it to his friend.  Andy's eyes darted away, but it was pretty clear he'd
been eyeing Ollie's ass.  Ollie ignored it and just grabbed another one to
start wiping his own crotch off.  Five minutes later they were both cleaned
up (plus the wall), dressed again, and pretending nothing had changed.  But
they both knew that wasn't true.

............................

It was three days after their first encounter before Andy and Ollie got
around to a repeat performance: they'd both been busy with rehab, practice,
and school, and their schedules on the front end of the week didn't really
line up that semester, but Thursday night found them back in the room
sprawled out on their beds, studying again.  This time it was Andy who
broke the ice.  He'd been reading the same Mechanics chapter over and over
for the last 20 minutes and nothing had been sinking in: despite jerking
off daily he'd kept coming back to his and Ollie's encounter (he refused to
think of it as a hookup); it didn't help that that was the scene he'd run
through his head the last time he'd gotten off.  That, and the sight of
Ollie's firm ass, with a dusting of hair around the crack that...well,
caught his eye, kind of.  Finally he got tired of fighting it; his dick was
half-hard and he needed some relief, and Ollie was right there.  He studied
his friend for a minute, taking in the rugged face with the largish nose,
the wavy black hair, his full lips that moved slightly as he concentrated
on his reading.  And he had good shoulders too, Andy realized, really solid
under his sweatshirt, and...suddenly Andy wanted to run his hands over them
in the worst way.

"Hey."

"Huh?"  Ollie looked up as Andrew stood up and walked to his bed.

"I need some relief."

Ollie stared confused for a second at Andy's out-of-nowhere comment, before
he caught a look at his buddy's face.  Actually, the first thing he'd
noticed was the bulge in the tall pitcher's sweatpants, just above eye
level.  Ollie felt his breath come quicker at the sight, so close he could
practically...well, it was right there in front of him, and when he did
meet Andy's gaze they both knew what was going to happen next.

Or Andy thought he did: he knew the bottle of lube he wanted was in Ollie's
bedside table.  He fished it out, ready to go, and when Ollie nodded up at
him he took it as a sign to peel his sweatshirt and tee off so he wouldn't
mess them up when they swapped handys.  For a second, as he was struggling
to get them over his head, he just thought Ollie was helping out by tugging
his waist band down in front.  But then there was warm breath on his
crotch, and by the time he shucked his shirt Ollie's mouth had closed
around the head of his dick.  Andy gasped in surprised pleasure--he hadn't
been planning on anything like this, but Ollie's tongue and lips felt so
damn good....

Ollie was almost as surprised; he'd been thinking a lot about what they'd
done together, and even though he was sure he wasn't gay, he had to admit
it'd felt really, really good.  Good enough that he knew he'd be willing to
try it again, he'd thought, and then that had somehow become _wanting to do
it again.  The last time he'd rubbed one out he'd even pulled his 'skin
down and closed his eyes so he could imagine it was Andy's cock in his
hand.  They really weren't the same--he was definitely bigger--but the
scenario was hot enough to get him off good.

So when Andy'd stood up right there in front of him with that bulge Ollie
was very much ready to party.  Watching his buddy's lean abs flex as he
wiggled out of his shirt had horned him up even more, and he decided he
didn't want to wait to get his hands around the package in front of him.
Pulling the waistband down, seeing Andy's cropped brown pubes appear and
then the base of his swelling cock, that'd been like unwrapping a Christmas
present.  But then he'd caught a whiff of his scent: fresh from the shower,
but with musk underneath the soap that was almost addictive, it smelled so
damn good.  He'd leaned in to get more of it in his lungs, so when he
tugged the sweatpants down Andy's meat had been right in his face.  An
instinct he didn't even know he had had taken over, and suddenly he had his
first cock in his mouth.  It was warm and swelling, and it tasted
surprisingly good.  He sighed and took more of it in his mouth, then slid a
hand in his own sweats so he could start beating his meat.

Andy let out a groan, dropped the lube, and clasped his hands over his
buddy's head.  "Duuude..." he sighed, "shiiiiit...."  When was the last
time he'd gotten a blowjob?  It'd been a few months, for sure.  It was
weird feeling Ollie's thick wavy hair under his hands instead of a girl's
long soft hair, but somehow that was even hotter.  He looked down and met
Ollie's dark eyes, then nodded.  "Get me off and I'll do you," he promised.
He was completely hard already, and he doubted it'd take Ollie long to make
him shoot.  Although his buddy might get there first, at the rate his fist
was moving inside his pants.  Suddenly Andy wanted to see it.  "Take your
clothes off," he gasped.  He let out a little grunt as Ollie's lips slid
off his cock head: the shortstop had really gotten him pretty far down.

Ollie almost hadn't heard Andy at first: there was a small part of his
brain that was still amazed he was actually going down on a guy, but he was
enjoying the sensations from the cock in his mouth too much to pay much
attention.  The feel of it was--well, it was unique.  But the smell and
taste were amazing.  He could tell as soon as Andy started leaking the
first sweet droplets of precum, and he sucked harder to get more.  No
wonder girls (well, some girls) liked doing this--it was sure getting his
engine going.  Andy's words did finally sink in though, and as much as he
wanted to keep up with the blow job, the thought of getting naked (and Andy
going down on him later) was enough to get him to take a break.  He
reluctantly let Andy slide out of his mouth, then hurried to get out of his
clothes.  That familiar thrill ran through him as he did, of getting naked
in front of someone he was about to smash with.  Sure, this time it was a
guy, but Andy was such a good friend it hardly counted as being weird, and
in any case his aching dick needed some relief.  If taking a load down his
throat would get him some, so be it.  And honestly, he wasn't complaining.
No such thing as bad sex, he thought to himself, and kicked off his sweats
and underwear so his hard-on could pop free.

Andy felt his pulse skip a little as Ollie finished getting naked and then
lay back on the bed, ready for Andy to feed him some dick.  Damn, Andy
thought, he's one buff guy.  He'd sorta noticed Ollie's body a bit more
lately , but now that it was right there in front of him...shit.  There was
a lot of solid muscle there he hadn't really thought about before, and
Ollie's black chest hair wasn't a lot, but he had more than Andy's own
light brown stubble, even if he'd let it grow in.  And Ollie's led down to
a well-defined treasure trail across his abs, straight to that black bush
that was really fuckin' manly, honestly.  And hovering over it was (Andy
swallowed) one helluva nice piece of meat, if he was being honest.  Better
than his, really.  Not that he had anything to be ashamed off, but Ollie's
jokes about his salume weren't so far off: it was thick and stiff, jutting
up with a bit of a curve to that fat head....  He remembered how it'd felt
the other day, how strange it'd been to wrap his hand around an
uncircumcised dick--but also exciting.  He kicked off his pants, and then
before he could stop to think about it he was kneeling between Ollie's legs
and sucking his first cock.

Ollie's head snapped back onto his pillow.  He'd been totally ready to keep
going down on Andy, but instead his bud had returned the favor!  He groaned
and tangled his hands in Andy's light brown hair, not wanting to scare him
off, but also--God!--loving the feel of a warm mouth on his dick.  A little
teeth in there, sure, but it was still a blow job.  And it was so damn hot,
having Andy giving it.  He was bobbing up and down on Ollie's sausage like
a total slut, as hungry as Ollie himself was, which was awesome.  Ollie
could feel that twinge in his balls that said he was leaking good--and then
Andy had pulled off and was sucking on the source, taking his nuts in his
mouth one at a time and then both, and Ollie thought he'd lose it, he was
so horned up.  "Andy, lemme do you," he said hoarsely.  "Lemme do you," he
repeated.  His dick felt so good, but somehow it just made him hungrier for
one of his own.  And not just anyone's, but his roommate's.  Andy looked up
at him, eyes glazed as he tongued Ollie's balls, and then nodded.  Seconds
later he was straddling Ollie's chest and lifting his head up to feed him
his dick.

"Mmmphhmmm..."  Ollie couldn't get enough; burying his face in Andy's
crotch was what he figured it was like doing crack.  Well, maybe not that,
but damn if it wasn't hot as shit, letting Andy face-fuck him like this.
He had a little trouble holding his head up enough so his teeth were out of
the way, but then Andy clasped his head and moved it where it needed to go.
As he started thrusting Ollie relaxed into it, letting Andy move him where
he wanted while Ollie focused on taking his shaft deeper and deeper.  He
could feel some drool starting to leak out of one corner of his mouth, but
he didn't care: Andy tasted so damn good, he didn't care as long as his
mouth was full.  Even though his own dick was aching for relief he ran his
hands up Andy's hips and sides, encouraging the tall pitcher to keep
feeding him.  His lanky frame was rocking faster now as Ollie sucked more
and more juice out of him, and when Ollie moved his hands over his sparse
chest hairs to pinch his nips, Andy gasped: "Uhn!"  Ollie rolled the stiff
nubs between his fingers and felt Andy's cock swell against his tongue; a
second later the taste of more fresh precum coated his tongue and Ollie let
out a muffled moan of his own.  Fuck that tastes good, he thought.  Who
knew?

When Ollie clamped onto his nips Andy knew it wasn't going to be long: it
was like they were wired straight to his dick, and each twist pulled his
balls up tighter.  He started thrusting harder, not caring about the
occasional touch of teeth: the sight of his slick shaft pumping in and out
of Ollie's full lips more than made up for it.  Fuck this is hot, he
thought, I can't take this anymore.  Cradling Ollie's head in his left hand
still, he wrapped his right around the base of his shaft and his nuts and
squeezed; that was all it took.  He cried out and started dumping his load
into his buddy's warm, hungry mouth.  "Unnngyeaah!  Aah!!! Aah!!"  Andy
didn't normally make a lot of noise when he came, but right at that moment
he was too horny to care.  Ollie was swallowing frantically but he couldn't
keep up, and the sight of Andy's cum running down his cheeks just made the
pitcher hotter.  "Fuuuuck--take it Ollie!"  He couldn't help giving one
last thrust, even though it made Ollie choke for a second: his dick just
felt so damn good in there.  He groaned as the last huge wad shot out, and
then his orgasm was winding down enough for him to get some self-control
back so Ollie could catch his breath.  They were both panting hard.

Ollie's face was wet with tears from choking down Andy's last blast, and he
could feel the wet spillover on his cheeks, but he didn't care.  He
swallowed some more of the cum--the flavor didn't bother him at all
really--and tried to figure out how he could grab his dick long enough to
get off.  It ached in that way that said it was ready to pop and Ollie
squirmed in frustration; if his friend hadn't been straddling his chest
with his arms over his head Ollie could've finished himself off in 30
seconds, easy.

Andy shuddered, then pulled out suddenly: his dick was as sensitive as
always after coming, maybe more.  Even his--"aaahh!"--Ollie had started
tonguing his balls, which felt great but also tickled.  He sucked in a
shaky breath, admiring the view of his roommate's face buried between his
legs, and then remembered his promise.  Now that he'd gotten off it didn't
get him quite as torqued up as before...but he was kind of curious to try
taking it all the way; Ollie had sure liked it.  And sucking on Ollie's
dick hadn't killed him when he'd tried it a minute ago.  Before he could
think about it any longer he scooted backwards along the shortstop's torso,
admiring the broad chest with its dusting of black hair before moving
lower.  Something wet hit his ass crack and he paused for a second before
he realized it was Ollie's hard on, coated in precum; it felt funny
thinking about it resting against him like that.  He lifted up so he could
get his hips over it and keep going down; when it brushed against his balls
and his own semi-hard junk he felt goosebumps go up his back, and saw Ollie
shiver too.  Andy leaned over and planted his lips on Ollie's sternum, then
began working his way lower.  He could feel the warm rod bumping his belly
as he did, then his chest, then the base of his throat...Ollie's scent
caught in his nose, warm and musky and meaty and good, and he didn't have
to think anymore.  He just opened his mouth and picked up where he'd left
off a few minutes ago.

"Uhgad!" Ollie bucked as Andy's warm lips wrapped around him--it felt even
better than he'd remembered.  "Ahheeee!..." his voice trailed off into a
high-pitched whine as Andy started lapping at his head.  When the pitcher
wrapped one big hand around the shaft and pulled back the foreskin Ollie
lost it.  He grabbed his discarded sweatshirt and stuffed it in his mouth
before the whole dorm heard him wailing--the feel of a rough tongue sliding
across his sensitive head and ridge was too much.  He could feel his nuts
pulled up nearly all the way inside they were wired so tight, and he
couldn't stop himself from thrashing around.  His dick was rock hard, the
whole shaft a solid slab of pleasure ready to burst, and when Andy rolled
his tongue around the head again (probably thinking he was just warming
up), it pushed Ollie over the edge.  He felt the jets of cum blasting out,
and his toes curled as he pushed his hips up into Andy's face.  His
roommate just rolled with it, upping the suction and pumping the shaft in
time with Ollie's sobs of pleasure.  Ollie could literally feel his balls
draining: it felt like a gallon of cum was pouring out of him and into
Andy's warm mouth, his shaft sliding through the increasingly soupy mix of
spunk and saliva.

Andy swallowed as fast as he could; it was a struggle keeping up.  The
sensations of sucking off a guy were new and strange, but the feel of
having hot sex wasn't, so he just rolled with it.  He and Ollie had been
friends for so long, this wasn't really that much of a stretch for them.
New and different, but damn, if he could get off like this anytime he
wanted, and all he had to do was return the favor, why the hell not?
And...he had to admit blowing Ollie was pretty hot: the feel and taste of a
warm muscular body was something he'd been thinking a lot more about
lately, and the real thing was better than his imagination.  As Ollie's
output slowed to a trickle Andy kept bobbing up and down, remembering how
the Italian jock had appreciated the afterplay when they'd jerked each
other off.

Ollie let the sweatshirt drop from his face and lifted his head to meet
Andy's eyes; they shared a look.  "Shit," he said hoarsely, "that was
something."  His whole body felt limp, like he'd just finished a set of
intervals in the gym.

Andy let Ollie slide from his mouth and grinned back as they shared the
afterglow.  "It didn't suck," he said.  They both laughed at that: it was
all about the sucking, after all.  With that Andy sat back up on his
haunches.  It should've felt weird, hanging out post-sex with his best
friend, but somehow it wasn't awkward at all; Andy actually felt really
chill.  He patted Ollie's hairy calf.  "Well, cool.  Guess I'd better get
cleaned up and get back to studying, huh?"  He smiled to show he wasn't
being weird.

"Yep."  Ollie lazily rubbed his calves against Andy's.  "Helluva a study
break though."  He gave his softening dick one last squeeze for fun, and
was happy to see Andy's eyes tracking the movement.  "Maybe do it again
sometime?"

"You bet," Andy replied, and got off the bed.  Not right away--they had
work to do--but it was going to happen again soon, and they both knew it.

. . . . . . . . . . . .

It was two days before the twins got over their lingering discomfort with
guy-on-guy action and went down on each other again, but after that they
stopped fighting it and started enjoying themselves.  Ollie was the first
to take a dick all the way to the base, but after some enthusiastic
practice Andy was sucking the dark-haired shortstop's fatter cock nearly as
well.  He still gagged from time to time--Ollie was big, and he bucked a
lot when he was coming--but he was good enough at it that Ollie never
complained.  The opposite, actually: it wasn't a week later before Ollie
was leaning next to him in the dugout and whispering how hard he was
thinking about Andy sucking his dick later.  If he hadn't been wearing a
cup Andy would never have been able to hide his hard-on from the team.

And that was getting to be a problem: the doc had, to his own surprise,
cleared them provisionally for a bit of playing time.  "Never seen anyone
get better this fast," he'd said, but he was a crusty old hard ass who
watched out for the athletes, so if he said they were okay then Coach
Jeremy wasn't going to fight it.  Plus he needed all the players he could
get, with their schedule getting ready to ramp up for real.  Even Tyler had
been taking part in practice a bit: his knee wasn't healing as fast as Andy
and Ollie's injuries but he was coming along fast too, with his limp fading
noticeably.  Andy commented on it one time, leading both of them to remark
what a nice ass their #1 catcher had.  Weird that they were checking him
out Andy thought briefly, but then again: he was already counting down the
time until he could suck his buddy's dick again that night.

A few whispered exchanges later they both realized they were too horned up
to risk showering with the guys.  Andy had noticed Kevin, their best relief
pitcher, eyeing them as they'd talked (dirty), and realized they needed to
play it a little cooler.  Come to think of it, some of the other guys had
been eyeing them a bit too.  Shit--had they tweaked to what was going on?

"Let's go shower back at the dorm," he whispered to Ollie when no one was
watching.

"Yeah?" the dark-haired player cocked an eyebrow.

"Some of the guys are kind of giving us the eye...I dunno.  Let's be cool,
y'know?"

Ollie nodded.  "Yeah, I think Tyler kinda noticed me looking at him.  And
Kevin...."

Andy raised an eyebrow.  "Kevin?"

"You've seen him, he's fuckin' packing dude."

The black-bearded pitcher did have a pretty nice unit from what Andy had
seen in the locker room, although he was pretty careful to keep it under a
towel when he changed.  And his body was pretty nice too...funny Ollie had
noticed it first though.

"You into him?" Andy asked.

"I'm into getting off," Ollie answered.  "Let's get outta here once we're
done."

"Sounds good to me," Andy said, then swatted Ollie's ass as he walked away.
It'd be weird if they stopped doing that now, he laughed to himself.  If
only the guys knew....

. . . . . . . . . . . .

They'd made their excuses about forgetting clean underwear to change
into--"fuckin' dumbass twins," somebody had joked--then hoofed it back to
the dorm.  There was actually a line for the showers--neither Andy nor
Ollie's families could afford a dorm with en suite baths--so Ollie was
already headed back to the room while Andy was still soaping up.  The
pitcher made sure to make it quick though.

When he got back to the room he wasn't surprised to see Ollie naked and on
his back, stroking that nice fat dick of his.  What did take him back was
the finger his friend had slid deep into his ass.  A guilty look shot
across Ollie's face and he jerked it back out, but Andy had seen what was
going on and they both knew it.

Andy knelt between Ollie's dark-haired thighs, jacking his own dick; it was
coming up fast.  "So what's up with this?" he asked.

Ollie shrugged, blushing a little.  "Nothing."

"Nah?  Seems like something."  Andy could feel his cock swelling, and it
wasn't just his hand.  Or even the sight of Ollie's hard on (but that too).
The sight of his buddy fingering himself was--well, fuck, it was making him
pretty hot.  Hot enough to push it a little, just to see.  His left hand
tickled Ollie's nuts, but quickly went lower, through the fur on his taint
until his finger found the soft warmth of the shortstop's pucker.  It
twitched at his touch, and when Andy pushed gently it met almost no
resistance.  Ollie let out a soft "uh" and flexed his hips; a clear droplet
appeared at his piss slit a second later.

Andy took a shaky breath.  His instincts were pulling him to bury his face
in Ollie's crotch and take in the scent and taste of his cock like he'd
been doing, but this new thing had a pull of its own.  He realized he was
rock hard, even more than usual, and the soft sound Ollie made when he slid
his finger in past the first knuckle made up his mind.

"Just a sec," he said, and hopped off the bed.  Ollie didn't say anything,
just stroked his shaft slowly as he watched Andy grab the lube from the
bedside table.  Andy could feel his pulse pounding as he returned to the
bed and squeezed a few drops onto his left fingers.  Shit, this is really
happening, he thought with excitement.

Ollie's cock pulsed when his middle finger touched the warm hole again; the
head was a deep, deep red and a pool of precum had formed around the ridge
of his foreskin.  Andy resisted the urge to take it in his mouth, dragging
his gaze away to lock eyes with Ollie.  His friend didn't say anything,
just shifted his thighs apart a little, giving Andy the go-ahead.  He slid
his finger in.

"Ueeeennnhhh..."  The breathy whine Ollie let out was a sound Andy had
never heard him make, not even when they'd been blowing each other.  "Oh
God," the shortstop breathed, and let go of his cock while he arched his
hips.  Andy realized his own dick was getting super-sensitive: he was going
to come pretty soon if he didn't back off.  He reluctantly slowed down his
strokes and kept away from the head, settling for squeezing his balls a
little.

Ollie's eyes fluttered as Andy started slowly fingering him, and his fists
clenched.  "Feel good?" Andy asked.

"Yeah," Ollie croaked, "Jesus."  Andy wiggled his finger a bit as he moved
it in and out, and Ollie sucked in his breath.  "Christ," he grunted.  He
began running his hands over his chest and torso like he did when he was
close to coming, and his tan features were flushed.

"You gonna nut?" Andy asked.  He hoped not.  He was pretty sure they could
go more than one round at this, but he didn't want it to end so fast.

"No--but I'm pretty close.  Ahhh!" He bucked as Andy's finger began
stretching his hole more vigorously.  "Fuck that feels good.  Put another
finger in there."

"You sure?"  Andy didn't want to push too fast, but the thought of getting
his dick in that tight hole was giving his groin those little tingles that
said he was dripping like crazy.

"Yeah, do it," Ollie said, "I can take it."  The eager look on his face
said he was ready.

And he was.  It might've been the extra glob of lube Andy squirted on his
fingers, but the second one went in just fine.  He didn't see any sign of
discomfort on Ollie's face--the opposite in fact.  Andy slowly worked his
way all the way in, then began moving his fingers around.  Ollie let out a
long moan and hooked his ankles around Andy's waist.  The lanky pitcher
shuddered at the touch: he could practically feel his dick up in there.
Soon, he thought, he's almost ready.  He'd never tried anal before, but
what better way than with his best bud?  He spread his fingers
rhythmically, pushing against the sphincter.  Past that rapidly-loosening
ring he could feel the slick chute just waiting to be fucked.  Inside there
was also sort of a lumpy thing.  What was that, he wondered.  He crooked
his fingers, poking at it as he rubbed.

"AHH!  FUCK ANDY!  AHHHH!"  With no warning Ollie's cock erupted, cum
flying everywhere as he shot his wad.  He hadn't had time to grab his dick
his orgasm was so quick, so jizz was just launching all over the place.

Andy felt the ring clamp down, hard, around his fingers, but despite his
shock he kept up his massage.  Ollie's hips were bucking like they never
had when Andy had blown him; it looked like he was having a mind-blowing
orgasm.  It definitely sounded like it--Andy hoped to God their neighbors
stereo was loud enough to drown out the noises he was making.  And they
were going to have to wash the bedding, he thought.  Ollie had grabbed his
dick after the first couple of shots, keeping most of his load on his chest
and belly, but those first squirts had tagged the sheets and pillow, and
maybe even the wall.  The smell hit him then and Andy shuddered with
arousal.  Ollie had better not be thinking they were done yet.

"Shiiiiit," Ollie sighed loudly, "that was lit as fuck."  He tugged on his
dick, squeezing one last pearl out of it, then let his hand flop on the
bed.  "What the fuck did you do Andy?  That was...damn."  He breathed in
deeply.  "Damn..."

Andy grinned.  "Liked that huh?"  He'd left his fingers in and was still
moving them around a little, not wanting his roommate to think they were
done.  He sure wasn't.

"Yeahuh," Ollie chuckled weakly.  "You hit something in there and..." he
shook his head, "I thought it might feel good, but not like that.  Wuff!"
He let out another deep breath and closed his eyes.  After a few seconds he
seemed to register what Andy was doing: he opened them slightly and said
"Still feels pretty good, really."

"Yeah?"  Andy raised his eyebrows and worked on stretching the ring some
more.  Ollie nodded.  His ankles were still around Andy's lower back, and
as Andy massaged he began working them lazily up and down the pitcher's
hips and ass.  They definitely weren't done yet, not by a long shot.  If
anything, the smell of Ollie's warm cum was just getting Andy hornier.  His
dick's demands to find a nice warm hole were getting harder to ignore, and
he began to work his fingers more forcefully to hurry things along.  Ollie
was still recovering, but his dick hadn't fully deflated: it was maybe a
quarter hard, swollen but flopped to one side, the foreskin slid back most
of the way over his head and the whole thing glistening with semen...

It tasted as good as always, Andy thought as he lapped up a streak over
Ollie's left pec.  It was a little weird to feel some chest hair under his
tongue: even though they'd blown each other multiple times they'd never
bothered with anything else.  They both just wanted to get off, and sucking
each other was hot, so they did it.  And Andy had quickly gotten past the
weird taste and learned to like swallowing; Ollie too.  It kind of grew on
you, he thought as he worked his tongue down Ollie's treasure trail.

Ollie flexed underneath him and spread his thighs.  "That's really hot
dude," he sighed.  Andy felt his hole loosen another notch.

"Yeah," he muttered.  Ollie's bush was tickling his chin, and when Andy
turned his head to lick the shaft it rose up to meet him.  The smell and
taste were...  "Mmmmm..." he growled.  He couldn't wait much longer.  His
index finger joined the other two, and when he began working it in Ollie's
dick pulsed and thickened.

"Aaahhhhh..." Ollie sighed, "Jesus..."

He'd begun to sweat lightly, the fresh scent going right to Andy's dick.
The blond trembled, sweating with excitement himself, and pushed his
fingers in further.  He hoped he wasn't going too fast, but: he needed to
fuck.

Ollie groaned.  "Oh God you fuckin' tease, just put it in already!"  He
began panting lightly, and his hairy thighs were trembling lightly against
Andy's sides.  It looked like Andy wasn't the only one who needed to fuck.

The pitcher knelt back on his haunches, slid his fingers out (a little
grunt from Ollie at that), and with shaky hands blasted some lube onto his
already-dripping dick.  Some went on the bedspread, but he was past caring:
he just wanted that warm hole.  As he scooted forward Ollie moved his
ankles higher up, tilting his hips for better access.  Andy placed his head
against the center of the gaping pink circle, then began pressing
experimentally, still nervous about going too fast.  He'd heard that anal
could really hurt, but the way Ollie's ankles were pulling on his hips said
that wasn't a problem.  That and Ollie's groan of "oh fuuuck that feels
good."

Ollie's guts gripped his shaft like a glove, the tight ring squeezing its
length as he slid in.  He could feel his balls tightening already as the
slick rubbing massaged the entire surface of his shaft, the glans, and the
sensitive ridge that was overwhelming him with pleasure as it penetrated.
"Oh fuck!"  He was only partway in, but instinct took over and he started
pumping his hips--he couldn't help it.  He gritted his teeth in pleasure.
"Fuck!  You're so--ahhhgg SHIT!"  And that was it: his dick was done
waiting.  A spark of pleasure at the head of his dick ignited, and before
he could stop himself it blew through his groin, setting it on fire as he
came.  He was dimly aware of ramming the rest of the way into Ollie's hole,
and his pubes pounding against the fur of his buddy's taint as he pumped
deep and hard.  Some instinct made Ollie clamp down his ass, and Andy let
out another explosive "FUCK!!" as the extra pressure squeezed more cum out
of him.

The orgasm was over almost as soon as it began; intense, but so quick Andy
half-wondered if he'd imagined it.  That happened sometimes when he hadn't
gotten off in a while, but shit, he'd just done that yesterday thanks to
his roommate.  He let out a heavy breath and stopped pumping: his dick was
already feeling sensitive.  He pulled out, feeling strangely disappointed
as he did.

"That was quick," Ollie drawled; a hint of frustration crossed his face.

"Yeah, sorry," Andy muttered.  This was really fuckin' embarrassing.

"A regular one-pump chump," Ollie grinned.

Andy felt his face flame red.  "Shut up."  He began sliding out: he knew
his dick needed a little down time right after he came.

"Shit, at least my first time I lasted a good 20, maybe 30 seconds."
Ollie's shit-eating grin widened.

God he looks hot, Andy thought.  It was the first time he'd actually
thought about his best friend that way, but yeah...that tan skin, nice
muscles, patch of chest hair, good Italian looks....  Not to mention that
fat dick that was still standing straight up.  He shook his head to clear
it.  "Yeah, yeah, I know all about junior prom.  We double-dated,
remember?"

"Mmhmm.  And you porked Jenny DiAngelo under the bleachers.  Said you had
her begging for it when you put it in."

Andy felt a lopsided grin appear on his face.  Begging for it might've been
a bit of an exaggeration, but she'd been enthusiastic, no question: rubbing
her titties while he slipped on a condom, telling him to hurry up.  "Yep,
that she was."

"So," Ollie's voice lowered and his hands grazed the front of Andy's
thighs, "when you gonna put it in?"

Andy wasn't sure if it was the touch or the husky tone, or both, but he
felt something stirring below the waist.  His unit was still in recovery,
but it was going to be a quick one, he could already tell.  "I dunno.
Seems like you didn't really appreciate it too much."

"I didn't *appreciate how quick it was over.  C'mon Andy, don't leave me
hangin'."  Ollie wrapped one hand around Andy's cock and balls and began
tugging slowly, while his other jacked his own hefty salami.

Andy could feel himself swelling under Ollie's touch.  That didn't take
long, he thought, then shuddered as Ollie ran a thumb over his lubed-up
head.  The shortstop gave him a lazy grin and raised his eyebrows in a
knowing look.  They locked gazes as he kept going, Andy relaxing into it
and letting Ollie get him hard again.  It felt good, letting his buddy jack
him like that.  Good, and sexy.

"Play with your nipples," he breathed.

"Yeah?"

"Uh huh."

"Like Jenny DiAngelo?"

Andy nodded.  That's what'd been so hot that night: her wanting him so bad.
And now here was Ollie...

His buddy took his hands off both their dicks, but held his gaze as he
pinched his nipples, then began rolling them between his fingers.  His back
arched slightly.  "Oh Andy, I want your manhood inside me," he breathed in
a soft falsetto.  The way his dick twitched as he touched himself said he
was more serious than he wanted to let on.

Andy took a deep breath and wrapped one hand around his dick; it felt warm
and ready for action.  His other hand went to Ollie's crotch, two fingers
sliding easily into his lubed hole.  "In here?" he asked.

Ollie gave a long grunt as he was penetrated again, and another droplet of
precum joined the glaze on his dick head.  "Fuck me Andy," he muttered,
"fuckin' do it already."

Andy didn't need any more encouraging.  He smeared another dollop of lube
over his hard on, and positioned himself to go back in, just like before.
Ollie grabbed the back of his thighs and pulled them up and apart, opening
his no-longer-virgin hole for what it needed.  When Andy began sliding in
they both let out low growls of pleasure.

"Fuck that feels good," Ollie breathed when Andy's smooth balls were
finally nestled against his ass crack.  He'd let go of his thighs to wrap
them around Andy's torso, and his hands had gone back to pinching his nips.

"You're so freakin' tight," Andy said.  "So awesome."  He began rocking his
hips, hoping he would hold out longer than before.  Ollie had started
rocking underneath him, clenching his glutes to grind on his dick, and it
felt amazing.  Way more muscular than pussy, he realized, and somehow that
made it hotter.  He increased the length of his thrusts.

"Ohhh yeah..." Ollie sighed.  "Fuck yeah Andy...don't stop."  His eyes were
slits as he looked up at his friend.  "Fuck my ass."  His dick was a
reddish purple pillar standing up from the black bush of his groin,
glistening.  Andy wrapped one big hand around it and ran his thumb over the
exposed head, causing Ollie to jerk from the sensations.  "Oh fuck," he
whimpered, "fuck."  His hands clenched as Andy started jerking him slowly,
in time with his thrusts.

The sensation was weird at first.  He'd jerked off plenty of times, and
lately he'd gotten used to the feel of Ollie's dick in his hand.  And he'd
fucked a few girls, so even though it was a muscular ass clamped around his
dick instead of a pussy, it was still pretty similar.  But now he was doing
both at once, like jacking off (if his dick was bigger, hairier, and uncut)
with the sensation of fucking instead of his hand.  He shook his head to
clear it and get back in the game: whatever it was, it felt good.  Like the
sensation of Ollies muscular, hairy thighs against his torso, pulling him
in tight as he thrusted.  Or the smell of sex coming off of them: rough and
masculine sweat, mixed with fresh cum.  "Oh my God this is hot," he
breathed; he was working Ollie's hole over good now, balls slapping against
his furry ass.

"Jesus yes," Ollie agreed.  "Harder man, fuckin' pound me."  His back
arched and his eyelids fluttered as Andy complied.  "Don't stop Andy, don't
stop!  I'm so fuckin' close--fuck your dick feels so good!  DON'T STOP!"
He began rolling his head from side to side, whimpering.

Andy was sweating from his exertion now.  His first come had taken the edge
off, but Ollie's ass was doing things to him that were very, very nice, and
he was getting close himself.  He gritted his teeth and started
long-dicking the jock hole that was making him feel so good.  "Oh fuck!" he
grunted, "Goddamn Ollie--ahh!"  The tingle deep in his balls said it
wouldn't be long now.

Longer than Ollie though.  His roommate let out an explosive
"AHFUCKFUCKFUCK!!", wrapped one hand over Andy's to start jerking his dick
with a vengeance, and then grabbed a pillow with the other and jammed it
over his face.  A muffled "FUCK MY FUCKIN' ASS!  FUUUUCK!" came from it,
and then just muffled cries as jets of hot semen erupted from his rigid
dick.

Andy watched in amazement as Ollie cut loose.  He'd always thought he was
pretty decent at fuckmanship, but Ollie seemed to like it like nobody else.
He felt a burst of pride that his dick had gotten such a response, and
redoubled his efforts.  Ollie shrieked again as Andy's pubes rammed against
his ass, and spit a monster glob of white goo straight up in the air,
streaking Andy's chest and abs on the way down.  It was the hottest thing
Andy had ever experienced.  His dick swelled as the scent of Ollie's spunk
filled his nostrils, and his balls churned.  Almost there....

Ollie's body was still jerking, but more weakly now as his orgasm passed.
He convulsed lightly, and made one last muffled "UNHHHH..." into the pillow
before letting it fall from his face.  He was red from exertion, and his
eyes were glazed; Andy thought he looked hot as fuck.

"So hot," he whispered.  He was almost there...  "Ahunnnh..."

Ollie had enough awareness to realize what was going on, apparently.  "Do
it Andy," he croaked.  "Fuckin' come in my ass bro.  Do it!"  He shuddered
as Andy pumped frantically, eyes screwed shut.  "Blow that fuckin' load
Andy!"

A half-dozen thrusts later Andy did.  This time his orgasm lasted long
enough to enjoy, starting from the sensitive helmet head and rolling down
his shaft until it ignited his balls, triggering them to unleash.  He could
feel the cum pouring out of him in a wave of pleasure, but only half-heard
the noises he was making.  It didn't matter.  All he knew was how good he
felt doing this, and that he never wanted it to end.

Eventually it did of course, and he came to his senses realizing that he'd
shot one hell of a load: it was leaking out of Ollie's ass with every
thrust.  The hole that was so tight a few minutes ago was a lot looser now,
and a lot sloppier too.  Its owner looked up at him with an expression that
Andy immediately thought of as "well-fucked."  Which was probably how he
looked, come to think of it.  With a satisfied groan he slid out of Ollie's
ass and collapsed next to him on his back.  The twin bed was a tight fit
for two, but he was too relaxed to care.  And anyway, Ollie felt good next
to him.  Sweaty and sticky, but still...  "Holy crap," he breathed.

"No shit," Ollie agreed, "we should've done that a long time ago.  I had no
idea."  He gave Andy's gooey shaft a friendly squeeze.  "Not bad at all."

"You too," Andy patted his friend's thigh.  "But man, I can't believe we
just did that.  I mean, it was great, but wow--what the fuck, right?"  They
both lay there for a few minutes, thinking as they recovered.

"Yeah...the last few weeks have been interesting..." Ollie said
thoughtfully.  "Ever since--"

"--the stuff," Andy finished for him.  "Could that be it?  I mean, it
couldn't, right?  It just got me healed up real fast, and now I feel
great--"

"--And horny."

"Yeah, super horny."

"That was really good though" Ollie said, "Totally worth it, right?"

"Oh yeah.  Definite thumbs up."  Andy made the appropriate sign.

'For reals.  But, like, I never would've, but I'm just so horny all the
time now, y'know?  I just had to blow off some steam."

"Shit," Andy chuckled, "we've been doing plenty of blowing lately."  They
both lay there quietly for a minute or two, thinking about their recent
experimentation.  "Should we stop?" he finally asked.

Ollie didn't look surprised at the question; he must've been thinking the
same thing.  "You want to?"

"Weeeell...." Andy squirmed.  He didn't want to stop: getting off on the
regular, without the hassle of a girlfriend and relationship baggage, was
great.  But saying yes meant, well something.  Admitting he was into this
gay stuff, for starters.  And he was 99% sure Ollie was equally into it,
but that 1% made him want to hold back a bit.  Just in case.  "No, I'm
cool.  Y'know, if you are."

"Hmf!" Ollie snorted lightly through his nose.  "Dude, straight up: I've
never had to do that thing with a pillow before.  Like, ever."  He wiped at
one of the cum streaks coating his belly.  "So, yeah, we're cool."

Andy felt relief at Ollie's answer, not to mention a bit of pride at his
cocksmanship skills.  "It is pretty cool being able to get off basically
whenever we want," he said carefully.

Ollie snorted softly.  "Yeah, for sure.  Thank God we're roommates."

"Yeah, that worked out, huh?  What would you do if Kevin were your roomie?"

"Shut up, douche."  Ollie punched him lightly in the arm.  "You can't say
you haven't noticed that sausage too."

Andy shrugged a little uncomfortably.  This thing with Ollie was one thing,
but admitting he'd started noticing other guys--a lot--made him feel weird.
"I guess."

"Fuckin' liar."  Ollie punched him in the arm again, then rolled onto his
side to face him.  "I see you sneakin' peeks.  Especially lately.
Tyler?..."  He raised his eyebrows.

"Well yeah...he's a good-lookin' guy.  I mean, come on."  Lately Andy had
found himself eyeing the catcher more than once, or making up excuses to be
near him.  It was embarrassing, honestly.

"And?..."

"Okay, yes, fine, he's got a great ass.  I've noticed, okay?"  Andy was
starting to feel a little irritated at this line of questioning.

"There you go then."  Was it Andy's imagination, or did Ollie look
relieved?  "You notice a good-looking guy or two, and so do I.  It's the
locker room, it's just normal, right?"

"Yeah, right.  Guys do it all the time."  Andy suddenly registered the "or
two."  "Who else?"

"Huh?"

"You said you notice a good-looking guy 'or two'--who else?"  Andy had
found his eye drawn to just Tyler at first, but the last few days he had to
admit he'd noticed a few others.  He thought he was being a perv, but if
Ollie was doing the same thing then maybe it was just normal guy stuff.
Like blowing your best friend daily, then fucking him up the ass, part of
him commented.  No homo.

Ollie blushed, then cleared his throat.  "Coach."

"Coach _Jeremy?!"  Andy was floored.

Ollie shrugged, bright red.  "Well, you asked.  He's usually in those
sweats, but I've seen him work out in the gym; he's really cut.  You gotta
admit, he's a good-lookin' guy."

"But he's our coach!  And he's like, waaay older dude."  Andy was
shocked...but he had to admit that Ollie was right.  And lately...he had
sorta noticed more when Coach was being friendly to him: squeezing his
shoulder or patting him on the ass on the way to the dugout.  He'd put it
down to his general horniness, but...okay, yeah, their coach had a rockin'
bod.

"He's 29 dude."  Ollie rolled his eyes.  "And anyway, just sayin'.  It's
not like I'm slobbing on his knob or anything."

Andy made an intuitive leap.  "...But you would if you could...."

Ollie blushed again.  "I dunno.  Maybe.  I mean, you and I...that's fun,
right?"

Andy looked down at the cum streaks on their bodies and on the sheets; the
room reeked of male sex.  "Duhyeah."

"So--not that it would ever happen--but yeah, I guess if he offered or
something...."

"You'd suck his dick?"

"Yeah, why not?"

Andy realized this topic was getting him horny again.  Already? He thought.
He rolled on his side to face his friend.  "You'd swallow his load like you
do for me?" he asked.

Ollie nodded.  "Sure."  He must've seen something in Andy's face, because
his own expression sharpened.  "How about you?  Would you go down on him?"

It was Andy's turn to nod.  He hadn't thought specifically about doing
anything with any other guys really, beyond just noticing them more lately.
But now that Ollie had opened up the topic...He had a vision of Ollie
sucking Coach's dick (whatever it actually looked like), and felt his cock
thickening again.  "Maybe we both could," he said tentatively.

Ollie took a deep breath, and Andy couldn't help noticing his dick was
thicker than it'd been a couple of minutes ago.  "Yeah, we could do that.
If it came to it.  I mean, it never would, but..."

"It'd be pretty cool," Andy finished.

"You want balls or dick first?" Ollie asked.

Andy snorted.  "What the fuck sort of question is that?  Fine, balls,
whatever.  You're so hot for him, you can take his load."

"I just said 'first' dude.  We could share his load."  Ollie reached down
and gave Andy's shaft a long slow tug.  The pitcher was already swollen,
and the touch did wonders to finish bringing him erect.  That, and the
thought of sharing their coach's cock with Ollie.

"Yeah...yeah, we could do that...."  He wrapped his hand around Ollie's
shaft and felt it thickening in his grip.  "Pass it back and forth or
whatever."  He had a vague idea of both of them slobbing on the dick
together; he'd seen enough pornos to know they could make it work.

"Uh huh..." Olli was hardening rapidly.  He gave a wry snort.  "What if
he's really small?"

"What if he's really big?" Andy responded.  He could see Ollie's eyes widen
at the thought.  "What if he's thick like Kevin?"  He gave Ollie a squeeze
and felt it pulse.

"Mmm...I could try that maybe."  Andy could see the wheel's turning in his
friend's head, and knew he was more than a "maybe."  "What about Tyler?"
Ollie asked, "Would you fuck his ass if he asked?"

It was Andy's dick's turn to throb.  Tyler had a nice ass on that lean
frame of his; Andy had sneaked more than a few peeks the last several days
as the catcher did his rehab exercises; there was a lot of stretching and
toe touching that Andy couldn't keep his eyes away from for long.  His
glutes were smooth, but you could catch a glimpse of brown fur in his crack
if you were lucky; Andy got a feeling that a couple of the other guys
might've been noticing it in the locker room lately too.  And Tyler had
been less shy with the towel recently, especially since he'd gotten out of
crutches.  "You think he's using the same stuff we are?" he asked.

Ollie paused for a second, considering the question.  "Yeah, probably.  I
just sorta assumed, since we all got injured at the same time, and the team
really needs him, and he's gotten better way faster than the doc thought.
But that's not what I asked," he said, and twisted his grip to work Andy's
sticky head over good; the pitcher sucked in his breath from the
stimulation.  Ollie grinned.  "Would you fuck him?"  He started jerking the
blond pitcher a little faster, eyes wide.  "Fuck him hard?"

Andy could tell the thought was turning Ollie on; it was sure turning him
on.  "Yeah," he sighed, "yeah, why not?"  Maybe up against a locker after
practice, or...shit, the thought of fucking was making him horny again.

"How?" Ollie's fatty pulsed in the pitcher's hand as he asked the question.

"Uh, up the ass?"

"No shit, Sherlock," Ollie snorted, "I mean, what position?" He leaned in a
bit and locked his dark eyes on Andy's face while his stroking grew longer
and more aggressive; Andy started hunching against it as he considered.

"Doggie style," he finally decided.  He gave Ollie's shaft a good squeeze,
then tickled his balls a little; the short stop jumped and sucked in his
breath a little, eyes widening.  Andy leaned in close enough to feel
Ollie's warm breath on his face.  "I'd bend him over and fuck him from
behind, long and deep," he added huskily.  He could feel Ollie dripping
against his forearm, and knew he was doing the same.

Ollie licked his lips. For a second Andy thought he might say something,
but he just let go and then rolled over on his hands and knees.  Once he
was in position he looked over at the tall pitcher.  "Well?"

Andy didn't need to be asked twice; plus, Ollie was now taking up most of
the small bed.  The blond hopped off and grabbed the lube, then greased
back up while Ollie watched.  When he was done the stocky Italian arched
his back and dropped his head.  "Put it in Andy.  Hurry up."

"Scoot back.  I wanna do you standing up."

"Like in the locker room?"  Ollie shot him a grin as he maneuvered until
his shins were half off the foot of the bed, then spread his knees.

"Uh huh."  Andy grabbed his friends furry balls and gave them a slow tug
with his greased-up hand, then slid his grip up the shaft.  "Just like
that," he sighed, and gave Ollie a few nice long strokes while he admired
the view.  A nice amount of hair on the ass and thighs (not too much, just
enough to be a man's ass), but smooth above the narrow waist.  The muscles
flexing and popping as Ollie moaned and began rocking into his grip.  Andy
ran his left hand over Ollie's back, admiring how it felt; Ollie squirmed
under his touch.  "Nice..." Andy breathed, and slid his hand back up to
lightly squeeze and tug the shortstop's nuts again before sliding his thumb
up the taint and into the center of that furry crack until--there it was.
The hairless ring twitched when he touched it, and his digit met almost no
resistance on the way in.  He began to massage it, pushing a little deeper
into that wet warmth each time and tugging down to stretch the ring open
more every time he withdrew.

Ollie's hands were clenched in fists and his eyes were screwed shut as he
pushed back.  By the time Andy was in as far as he could go his breathing
was ragged, and when the pitcher began moving his thumb in circles, he
sobbed.  "Shit Andy!  Do it already!  Ahhhunnh!"  His head dropped and his
legs had begun to quiver.

"Fuck yeah," Andy breathed.  He slid his thumb out of the sloppy hole and
wasted no time putting his helmet head in its place.  The moment he made
contact Ollie was pushing back on him, so he just went for it.  Between the
previous fuck, the fingering, and the mix of lube and cum greasing Ollie's
chute, there was almost no resistance.  He was balls-deep before he
realized it, his buddy's guts wrapped around his dick, and there was
nothing left to do but start fucking.  He shuddered as he slid most of the
way out, then gripped Ollie's hips and plowed back in.  Ollie let out a
muffled cry that lengthened into a moan as Andy's cock slid back out a
second time, and the tall blond took that as a sign to go ahead.  He let
out a grunt of his own when he rammed his hips up against Ollie's taut ass,
while Ollie repeated his whimper, only louder.

"Jesus," Andy breathed hoarsely, and pounded the warm hole a third time;
this was going to be a personal best for one evening.  Ollie had clenched
his hole for this stroke, and the sensation of slick friction along his
shaft was intense.  "Oh Jesus," he repeated.  He picked up the pace and
felt the sweat starting to run down his underarms from the exertion.  It
was worth it though: his cock felt so good.  He shortened his strokes for a
bit so he could go faster, varying the depth a bit until his head was
pounding Ollie's magic spot.

The short stop's hands scrabbled on the bed as he was fucked; he'd stuffed
a wad of sheets in his mouth as he squirmed and rocked, but it couldn't
stop the wail of pleasure he was making continuously.  If the sounds
weren't very clear his body language sure was.

Andy returned to his long-dicking power fuck mode, in a frenzy to get off.
He could feel a tingle in his groin that intensified every time his crotch
slammed into Ollie's ass (hard enough to knock balls), and knew he'd be
ready to nut soon.  For a brief second he had time to think: holy shit, I'm
totally banging my best friend up the ass--again!--but then it was swept
away by the wave of pleasure rising up from his nuts.  "Shit!" he groaned,
"Gonna fuckin' come Ollie!  Ahh!"  He pressed down on Ollie's hips to lock
him in place, then began his final sprint to the finish line.  He was
vaguely aware of Ollie jacking himself furiously and then the cum boiled up
from his balls and all he cared about was shooting his load.  "Fuck!" he
shouted, and unleashed the first jet into Ollie's furry ass.  "Oh fuck oh
God oh fuck!"  Ollie was coming too: Andy could feel his buddy's ass
spasming as he shouted a muffled "Fuck me!" into the sheet.  The extra
friction on his dick felt amazing as he slammed home again and again,
moaning wordlessly now along with Ollie as their orgasms took them away.

Even after he'd finished shooting (as near as he could tell: there was a
lot of juice in there now), he kept thrusting: it wasn't a full-on orgasm
anymore, but his dick still felt really good in there.  He'd have to pull
out real soon he knew, but he wanted to enjoy the last few seconds of
pleasure.  "Oh my fucking God," he groaned, "that was the shit."  He ran
his hands over Ollie's sweaty back, enjoying the feel of muscular flesh,
and sighed.  "Goddamn, Ollie."  Okay, that was it now: his dick needed some
down time.  He slid out with a wet pop and a trickle of jizz followed
after, running down Ollie's taint.  It should've been gross, but after the
sex they'd just had he found it was actually kind of hot, like he'd left
his mark or something.  He was too tired to think about it anymore though.

"Holy shit," Ollie mumbled.  He flopped on his side, leaving room for Andy,
and looked down.  His hand was coated with spooge, and there were thick
white stripes on his abs and the bedspread.  "I've never come that much the
second time."  He looked around him and gave a weak chuckle.  "What a
fuckin' mess."  He shook his head.  "Holy shit," he repeated.  He weakly
wiped his hand off on his abs and chest, so at least it wasn't dripping.

Not stopping to think, Andy leaned in and licked it up.  He knew it was
weird, and maybe gross, but he couldn't help it: something about the smell
and taste of his roommate's spunk was just irresistible.  And Ollie wasn't
stopping him.  When he'd gotten most of it he looked up; Ollie was giving
him an odd look, but he didn't seem grossed out or anything.

"You liked that?"

"Uh huh."  Andy felt his face turning red, but it was too late now.

"Huh."  Ollie didn't say anything more, but he had a considering look on
his face.  If Andy's dick hadn't just been up his ass the pitcher was
pretty sure Ollie would be down there cleaning it up right now.  A little
gross under the circumstances though.

"Welp, uh...guess we're done here?" Andy said.  His balls felt good and
drained anyway, at least for the time being.

"Yeah, I think my ass needs a bit of a rest."  Ollie cocked a half grin and
shook his head.  "Maybe more than a little."

Andy rolled off the bed and began wiping the cum off his torso; he needed
another shower but if he went right back now people would notice.  "Not too
long I hope," he grinned back, then tugged on his hang a couple times to
make the point.  He tossed the cum rag to his buddy.

"Probably not," Ollie chuckled.  "Think I should wash these sheets though?"

"Probably not," Andy replied, and they both laughed until tears came down
their faces.  What a semester, he thought, what a semester.