Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2018 20:01:15 +0000
From: Big D <StoriesbyBigD@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Evan: Tyler 16

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Tyler – Part 16


Walking to school felt strange for Tyler after almost a year of driving. He
wasn't used to the route and nearly took a wrong turn twice, forgetting
that he could cut through the park and then take an alleyway between two
office buildings to half the distance he usually had to travel by going the
long way around in his car.

It was also strange because there was no one else walking with him. It was
Saturday morning and the usual groups of kids he would have seen, the
screaming, giggling girls and the loud, obnoxious boys were probably still
tucked up in bed, fast asleep like he usually would have been. Instead he
was wide awake and dangerously close to actually skipping in his excitement
over getting to go to a college, of seeing not only a game in person but
the facilities as well, not to mention getting to spend the night alone in
a motel room with Joe again. He just hoped Coach wouldn't check their bags
and wonder why he was bringing lube along.

As he entered the parking lot from the road, Tyler glanced at his watch,
seeing that he had made the journey much quicker than he had calculated,
arriving before anyone else. He walked over to the bus stop where Coach had
told them to meet and looked around him at the empty lot and the dark
building. It felt strange to be the only one on the grounds but it was also
oddly therapeutic to just stand there and close his eyes, hearing nothing
but his own breath and the occasional chirp of a bird in a nearby tree.

He stood like that for almost two minutes before he heard a car approaching
and opened his eyes to see it pull up in front of him. When the door opened
and he saw who got out his stomach tightened a little. It was Damien
Jacques, a fellow football player, and the one guy who confused Tyler more
than any other.

Damien was gorgeous; he was good looking with jet black hair that he'd had
from birth, inspiring his name, the deepest milk chocolate brown eyes and a
smile that could make even the limpest dick hard in seconds. His body was
incredible for his age, his pecs big, his abs hard, his arms and legs
bulging with muscles that fit perfectly on his frame, which was just an
inch shorter than Tyler's own. And he was an amazing football player. Along
with Joe he was the person Tyler relied on more than any other on the
field, the wide receivers to his quarterback. But while they made the
perfect teammates on the field, Tyler and Damien had almost nothing in
common off it. They didn't hang out together, they didn't even really speak
outside of practice. Damien was quiet and reserved, his encounter with
Jake's friend Emily after a party a couple of months ago the only sign of
him ever truly letting go. He was happy to blend in to a crowd and
interested in history, archaeology and anthropology, preferring to study
people rather than interact with them. Tyler on the other hand was loud and
outgoing, craving attention and friendship, wanting to fill the void that
came from being an only child and having parents with demanding jobs that
often saw him spending evenings alone. He also preferred to study the human
body rather than the mind, not so interested in what people did or why but
instead on how they did it, on how they moved and grew and developed, on
how thousands of little things kept the body working and how one tiny error
could shut the whole thing down.

What confused Tyler the most was his attraction to Damien and the fact that
while he wanted to fuck him in the worst way, to explore every inch of the
hot body with his tongue and pleasure it until he tasted its juices or felt
it writhing around beneath him, he didn't really want to get to know him,
he didn't want to talk to him or spend time snuggled up after sex. He just
wanted to fuck him, plain and simple. He wanted to suck his cock, pound his
ass, shoot a load inside him and then show him the door. He had never felt
that way with anyone else, male or female, and it made him nervous because
it felt like there was something animalistic inside him that he might not
be able to control if they were left alone for any real stretch of time.

"Hi," Damien said in a low voice that still sounded somewhat shy despite
the fact that he was around Tyler pretty much every day.

"Hey," Tyler smiled back, unable to take his eyes off the enigma in front
of him. "Are you excited about today?"

Damien's eyes met Tyler's and Tyler felt like he knew the answer to his
question before Damien actually spoke the words, just like they could
silently communicate on the football field, "Kind of. I'm not really
considering this college but I feel like I should take a look anyway."

"It's the same for me," Tyler nodded. "But Coach said I should check it out
and he really built it up so I am pretty excited. He said it's got the most
amazing facilities, among other things..."

Tyler let the implication hang, watching Damien's face as a subtle smirk
tugged at the corners of his mouth, making him look kind of cute. Tyler was
just working up the courage to ask him if he was interested in the other
things when a car roared into the parking lot, screeching to a halt in
front of them.

The guy in the passenger seat barely had time to get out of the car before
it sped off back out of the lot, the door still wide open, only closing
when the driver made a sharp turn and reached out to grab the handle at the
same time, slamming it shut.

"Are you okay?" Tyler asked.

The guy looked shell-shocked. If Tyler didn't know better he would have
thought the guy had just survived a near death experience, but then again
judging by the way that car was being driven maybe he had.

"I'm okay," the guy panted. Tyler recognised him as a member of the
baseball team but he didn't know his name. "My brother wasn't too happy
about having to drop me off. Usually he just wants to kill me. Today I
think he actually tried."

Without saying another word, the guy walked over to a low wall and sat down
heavily. He placed his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his
hands, still trying to get control of his breathing. Tyler and Damien just
looked at each other for a moment and then shrugged, turning away to watch
two players from the basketball team arrive.

Those two players were quickly followed by two of Tyler and Damien's
football teammates, Nate and Dominic, a guard and a tackle
respectively. Tyler didn't know them very well personally but respected
their ability and greeted them warmly.

Finally when he saw Joe, Kyle and Toby pull up in Joe's car, Tyler gave out
a low sigh of relief, thankful that he would have someone there that he
could talk to. Once parked they climbed out of the car and immediately
greeted Tyler with their usual fist bumps, Joe letting his hand and his
eyes linger on Tyler's for a little longer than normal, a knowing smile
telling Tyler that Joe was as ready for their night together as he was.

Joe placed his backpack down on the sidewalk and Kyle and Toby did the same
as they talked and waited for Coach to arrive.

"Are you really going to leave your car here?" Tyler asked Joe, looking
over to where Joe was parked.

"Why not?" Joe asked, "It's only for one day and it's never been stolen
before."

"That's because it's a moving crap heap," Toby smirked "Who's going to want
to steal that?"

Joe glared at him, "I'll remember you said that the next time you want a
ride in it."

"Ooooooooooooh!" Toby placed both hands on his cheeks and pretended to be
offended. "I'm sorry, Mom."

"Hey, I worked all last summer for that car. Some of us don't have parents
who can afford to buy them everything," Joe said defensively.

"Hey bro, I'm sorry," Toby said, holding up his hands. "I didn't mean any
harm."

"I know," Joe said, "but today means a lot to me. This is the school I want
to go to next year but if I don't get a scholarship there's no way that can
happen. This might be the only chance I get to go."

Tyler looked at Joe for a long moment, hearing how serious his best
friend's words were and how heavily they weighed upon him. He felt bad for
not having realized the situation that Joe was in and for taking his own
college admission for granted. He wanted to help Joe but he didn't know
how. Tyler knew that if he didn't get a scholarship to play football his
grades were good enough to maybe get him an academic scholarship, but even
failing that his parents had the money to send him to college anyway, them
being wealthy and him being their only son. Joe's parents, with three other
boys and potentially more in the future, were stretched thin as it was and
would have had to sell the house they could barely afford to send Joe to
college without a scholarship. It wouldn't happen. Joe's future depended on
his football career and if he didn't get to play ball in college his life
could take a very different path to Tyler's in just over a year's time.

Tyler placed his hand on Joe's shoulder, wanting to comfort him but Joe
quickly pushed it away, looking at Tyler with an expression that said he
was fine, even though Tyler knew otherwise. He would make sure to talk to
him later but he didn't want to ruin Joe's day by forcing him to talk about
something he clearly wasn't comfortable or happy with.

"So is this all of us?" Kyle asked, looking around at the people gathered.

"I don't think so," Toby said. "Coach said there were twelve of us
altogether. Only ten are here."

"I wonder who else is coming," Kyle said.

"Where's Luke?" Tyler asked.

Toby and Kyle looked at each other silently for a moment and Tyler knew
they were deciding whether or not they should reveal whatever truth they
were holding in.

"Coach didn't invite him," Toby said quietly. "He said he didn't want to
give him false hope."

Tyler's eyes widened at that. "You mean Coach doesn't think he's good
enough to play in college?"

"Pretty much," Kyle admitted.

"Maybe we could change that," Tyler said.

"How?" Toby asked.

"I don't know," Tyler replied. "We could train with him, help him improve
his game. You know he loves football just as much as we do."

"Yeah," Toby nodded. "But some people get to play it and the rest have to
settle for watching it from the stands or on TV."

Tyler hated the idea that Luke was being left behind, that he was
essentially being written off before he had truly been given a chance. If
Tyler became captain in the fall he swore to himself he would make it one
of his missions to change that rather than letting his friend fall behind
and become nothing more than a spectator.

Before Tyler could begin to dwell on that another car pulled into the
parking lot and he felt his heart stop when he saw who the driver was.

"What's Cody doing here?" Joe whispered into Tyler's ear.

Tyler wanted to know the answer to that same question, not realizing that
he had been holding his breath until he had to gasp for air.

"I don't know," Tyler admitted, closing his eyes before opening them again
because when he did he saw Cody's naked ass clenching and tightening as he
fucked the girl at the party up against the sink while Cody's words about
joining them for some fun echoed in his ears.

"Is he coming with us?" Joe asked.

Tyler didn't answer, he just stared at Cody's car, watching the hot senior
climb out, feeling his stomach drop and his excitement rapidly replaced by
nerves as Cody pulled a bag from the back seat and threw it over his
shoulder before closing the car door and walking towards them.

"Oh shit..." Tyler thought to himself. "Why him? Of all people why him?"

"Hey guys," Cody smiled and waved. "Are you ready for a great day?"

"Why are you coming with us?" Tyler blurted out, feeling like an idiot the
moment the words left his lips and praying no one could hear the panic in
his voice. He liked Cody and he had gotten along well with him at the pool
party but the thought of spending a night away somewhere with him, even if
they weren't sharing a room made Tyler feel like a target at the end of a
sniper's scope. He knew just from looking at the older guy that if Cody
made a move tonight was the night he would get fucked for the first time
because there was nowhere to run to and he knew wouldn't be able to say no,
hell, he might even go seeking it.

"Damn, is that any way to greet your buddy?" Cody smiled as he closed the
gap between them, putting his arm around Tyler's shoulder.

"I just... It's just..." Tyler stammered. "You're a senior and we're all
juniors."

"Yeah," Cody nodded. "Coach invited me along because this is the school I'm
going to in the fall and he wants me to get a good look at my future."

"Awesome," Joe piped up, "maybe we'll be teammates again next year."

"Yeah?" Cody smiled. "You want to go there too?"

"Yeah, dude, it's my number one choice," Joe replied.

"What about you?" Cody asked Tyler.

"Erm... I think I'm going somewhere else," Tyler murmured as the heat from
Cody's body and the weight of the big arm draped across his shoulder made a
few beads of sweat break out on his forehead.

"That's a shame," Cody said, squeezing Tyler's shoulder. "The three of us
could have had a lot of fun in college together."

Cody walked away to talk to someone else, patting Tyler on the back as he
did. Tyler then immediately looked at Joe to see what his reaction was,
wanting to know if it was just in his head or if Cody was very subtly
hitting on him.

"Bro, can you imagine the college parties Cody could get us in to?" Joe
asked. "Oh man, it will be awesome."

"Yeah," Tyler nodded, still studying Joe but not really listening to
him. Were his thoughts about Cody all in his head? Was he reading more into
the words than what Cody really meant? If Joe didn't pick up on it maybe
there was nothing there beyond wishful thinking on Tyler's part.

After another few minutes of the guys talking and chatting amongst
themselves, Cody returned to the front of the group and turned around to
address them.

"So who else are we waiting for?" Cody asked.

"We don't know," someone said from behind Tyler.

"We got told there were twelve of us so there's still someone missing, if
that includes you," Toby added.

"It does," Cody replied.

"Maybe it's Jake," Nate, the defensive tackle, said, sending a cold shiver
down Tyler's spine.

"No," Cody answered. "Coach said Jake didn't want to come. He wants to go
to Oklahoma. I guess Texas isn't good enough for him."

A couple of the guy booed, which made Tyler smile, glad that not everyone
saw Jake as the perfect package. Still, Jake's choice of school made sense
with their wrestling program and Tyler couldn't really fault him for that.

"Let's just hope whoever the last guy is gets here before Coach and Mr
Brown do," Cody said.

"WHAT?!" Tyler shouted, much louder than he intended. Everyone turned to
look at him. "Sorry... I was just surprised. Why is Mr Brown coming?"

Tyler's heart was beating hard in his chest just at the mention of Mr
Brown's name. Thinking about the hot teacher joining them for the day and
spending the night with them in a motel was almost more than Tyler could
bear. He had been reliving the night of the party over and over in his
head, from finally getting Joe back in bed to everything that had happened
with Cody and to Mr Brown and his built friend meeting in the street and
jogging off somewhere together after the playful slap on Mr Brown's ass. He
felt like every sign and signal he had been getting for the past few weeks
from all of these different guys were coming together to implode his world.

"Didn't you hear?" Cody answered. "Assistant Coach's wife went into labour
last night so he can't come with us. Mr Brown was the only other teacher
Coach could get to come on such short notice or he would have had to cancel
the trip."

"Damn, I'm glad Mr Brown is coming then," Joe said.

Tyler nodded but he didn't know what to feel. He was still excited for the
trip, getting a tour of a college campus and the facilities that a top
athletics program had to offer, but the idea of spending a whole day with
Joe, Cody and Mr Brown, of seeing them up close, of spending hours with
them, of sleeping in the same motel as them, made him worry that by the
same time tomorrow his secret would no longer he his and the whole world
would know how much he liked men because his horny mind couldn't stop
thinking about sex.

As he stood waiting for Coach and Mr Brown to turn up, Tyler told himself
that he was overthinking things, but that didn't make his anxieties go
away. He closed his eyes pretending to be enjoying the clear morning air as
he breathed in deep, but the breaths were to steady himself and calm
himself as he tried to tell his mind to focus on what he would be doing and
not who he would be doing it with. Damn, that was the wrong thing to think
about. All he could think about now were Cody, Mr Brown and Joe rolling
around on a big bed waiting for him to join them.

"Tyler!" Someone shouted.

"Huh?" Tyler asked, his eyes snapping open.

When Tyler's eyes focused he was shocked to see Coach standing in front of
him, waving his hand in front of his face.

"Where did you go this time, boy?" Coach asked.

"Huh? Oh... I was just thinking about today," Tyler said, moving his
backpack to cover his crotch and his now painfully hard dick.

"You've been zoning out a lot lately," Coach said. "Try not to do that in
front of these college coaches. You might be playing for them one day if
you don't fuck up."

"Yes, Coach," Tyler nodded.

He didn't know how long he had been in his little dream world, imagining
himself with Joe, Cody and Mr Brown but it had been long enough for Coach
and Mr Brown to pull up in a 15-seat mini-van and for the last athlete, a
guy who did track and field events, to show up as well.

"Okay guys," Coach called out, addressing the boys. "Here's how today is
going to go. We're all going to pile in that van and drive up to the
college town. When we get there we're going to book into our motel, drop
off our things and then we'll head over to the campus for a tour of the
place. Those of you doing sports besides football will get separate tours
geared toward your individual sport and then we'll all meet back up. We are
one of nine schools from the state invited today so don't do anything to
show me or the school up, yours and my reputation are on the line
today. You'll then get put through your paces in a group workout so the
college coaches can see what you're made of and if you have what it takes
to compete at that level before we'll head for a lunch the college are
putting on for us. After that it's back to the motel to relax and recover
before we head over to the stadium for the game, after which there will be
a small reception with some of the players and coaching staff. Then finally
we'll go back to the motel to sleep before heading back here in the
morning. Does that sound good?"

"Yes, Coach," all of the boys answered at once.

"Does that workout thing include me, Coach?" Cody asked.

"Especially you, Jenkins," Coach replied. "You may have been offered your
scholarship already but they still want to see that you deserve to be
there."

Cody nodded and looked away. It was the first time Tyler had seen the
confidence slip from his body language and he could see that Cody was
nervous about his performance.

Coach went over a few more details before they all climbed into the van,
storing their bags in a compartment in the back, and set off on the
road. The conversation was lively with the guys talking about all kinds of
different things, from their excitement at the day ahead to wanting to see
some college girls and of general things they had seen or done over the
last few days.

Tyler joined in the conversation, laughing and joking along with the rest
of the guys, but when he wasn't looking at Joe's face, curled up with a
smile and looking cuter than usual, his eyes kept drifting to watch some of
the others, trying to see if any were feeling a little on edge like he was
at the prospect of spending a night in a motel with a group of pretty hot
and horny jocks.

Damien was sitting at the back, his head lowered, his eyes focused on what
Tyler assumed was a game on his phone by the way his thumbs moved across
the screen. He didn't seem interested in anything the others were talking
about, whether that was sport or girls, further adding to the mystery
surrounding him. He barely paid any attention at all, only lifting his head
if someone said his name.

Cody was animated, almost bouncing up and down in his seat as he told
stories to some of the younger guys who were hanging on his every
word. Tyler wasn't sure how much of what Cody was saying about girls was
true, but after seeing the effect he had on the two at the party it was
probably fairly safe to assume that most of it was true. Even so, all the
talk about scoring, both on the field and in the bedroom, didn't distract
Tyler from the fact that Cody's eyes moved around beyond the guys he was
talking to, often glancing at Damien and lingering on his biceps as they
flexed with the movement of his hands, studying Joe for a moment or two
longer than the others and glancing at Tyler himself, holding eye contact
even as he spoke to the other guys.

But where Tyler found his eyes moving the most was to the front of the van,
to the two seats where Coach and Mr Brown were seated, Coach driving, Mr
Brown his passenger and navigator. They were speaking to each other but
Tyler couldn't hear what they were saying over the voices closer to him and
the sound of the low music that was playing on whatever local radio station
they had managed to pick up as they drove. Watching them but not being able
to hear them made Tyler's mind race, imagining what they could be saying to
each other as he watched the way they interacted. Mr Brown seemed to be
leaning across toward Coach, wanting to be nearer to him than his seat belt
wanted to allow, almost whispering in his ear so that what they said was
just between the two of them. Then there was the way they kept turning
their heads to look at each other, meeting each other's gaze and
smiling. And finally, despite the fact that Coach was driving, there were
playful little shoves and nudges as the two men chatted that reminded Tyler
of the interaction between Mr Brown and his running buddy. He couldn't help
but wonder what might happen if Mr Brown got Coach alone in a motel room.

Damn. Tyler could feel his cock getting hard just at the thought of those
two studs going at it; Mr Brown in his late twenties, Coach in his
mid-to-late thirties, both still in prime physical condition. Was he just
so horny that everything seemed sexual or were his eyes open to all of the
signs now he was having sex with guys and understood how things worked?

Almost an hour passed, with Tyler trying to lose himself in random youtube
videos he found on his phone, using up most of his data allowance but not
caring if it kept his mind occupied, when one of the basketball players
called out to Coach that he needed to go to the bathroom. Coach mocked him
for a moment but quickly relented saying that they could stop at the next
service station so they could all get out and stretch their legs or
whatever they wanted to do for ten minutes. Once again Tyler's mind went
into the gutter, imagining the kind of thing he would like to do or watch
some of the others do in those ten minutes. He hated that he thought about
sex so much, especially gay sex. He knew that Coach was married with
children, he had seen Cody having sex with a girl and for all he knew Mr
Brown could be straight and living with a girlfriend, and yet he still
imagined them hot and sweaty, hard and throbbing, pumping and grinding as
they fucked other guys, fulfilling those same urges and desires that Tyler
felt rising in himself almost constantly, whether he tried to fight them or
not. Why couldn't his mind just focus on the day ahead, on the tour, the
college and the game?

When they pulled in at the service station, which was just a small station
located on a strip beside the highway, everyone got out of the van and
headed off in different directions with the instruction to meet back up
after ten minutes. Some walked straight into the store to see what goods
they had to buy, others headed for the bathrooms, with the rest just taking
a walk to see what else surrounded the service station or simply wanting to
stretch their legs.

Tyler was one of the few who headed for the bathrooms, not realizing that
he needed to pee until he heard the basketball player say he needed to
go. He was just about to enter the small restroom, behind the basketball
player and the guy who did track and field, when he saw Mr Brown and Coach
disappear around the side of the building, away from everyone else. He
looked around to see if anyone else had noticed but they were all busy with
other things. His first instinct told him to follow them to see what they
were doing but then he heard one of the toilets inside flush and he pulled
open the door, running inside and pulling down his shorts just in time
before he peed himself.

Once he had relieved himself he washed his hands and then leaned over the
sink to splash some cold water on his face. He needed to snap out of these
thoughts about guys. They were beginning to take over his life and he was
worried he would screw up big time and ruin everything if he couldn't
control them.

He walked back out into the sunlight and looked toward the van. There was
no one there, everyone still busy looking around, so he decided to walk in
the direction of where Coach and Mr Brown had disappeared, hoping he would
see them doing something innocent to put his mind at rest. But they weren't
there. He walked down the side of the building and looked behind it, but
still there was nothing, just a parked car and a couple of dumpsters. Where
had they gone?

Turning back, he walked around to the front of the building, pushed opened
the door to the bathroom to see that it was still empty, and then carried
on until he could look through the front windows of the store. Inside he
saw his friends and a couple of the other guys looking at the products on
different shelves. Joe was flicking through a copy of Sports Illustrated
and pointed something out to Toby that made him howl with laughter, but Mr
Brown and Coach were nowhere to be seen.

Turning again, Tyler saw Damien sitting by himself on a small boulder, a
little brown dog by his feet, looking up at him wanting attention. Damien
leaned forward, reaching down to scratch behind the little dog's ear. The
dog's leg twitched and pounded the ground as it rubbed its head against
Damien's palm, nuzzling against him. It was probably the most interaction
with another creature Tyler had seen from Damien away of the football field
and it was kind of heart-warming.

Still not seeing Coach and Mr Brown and not wanting to go into what was a
pretty crowded little store, Tyler headed back to the van, deciding to wait
there until everyone else got back. He walked around the back of the
vehicle and stopped when he saw Cody sitting alone on the foot well,
thinking about backing away until Cody saw him.

"Hey, Tyler, how are you doing?" Cody asked.

Tyler quickly looked around, hoping someone else would be heading back to
the van, but when he saw that they were completely alone he closed the gap
between them and sat down next to Cody, knowing he couldn't back away but
praying the older boy couldn't tell how nervous he was and how hard his
heart was beating.

"I'm okay," Tyler replied.

"Are you sure?" Cody asked. "You look a bit agitated."

"I'm fine. I'm just thinking about the trip is all and hoping I don't
embarrass myself in front of those college coaches," Tyler said, trying to
cover for the real reason with what was actually a true statement that had
been buried by all of his other thoughts.

"I can understand that," Cody said. "I remember how nervous I was when we
had scouts come to one of our games this season. Knowing my college career
could have been in their hands was scary. You will be okay though, you're
an awesome athlete."

"Thanks," Tyler smiled.

"Normally they say you have some pretty big shoes to fill when the seniors
leave but I think you're already wearing a bigger size than we were," Cody
smiled back.

Tyler didn't know what to say to that so he just giggled stupidly and then
looked away, not wanting Cody to see him blush.

"So I guess you'll be sharing a room with Joe tonight?" Cody asked out of
nowhere.

Tyler turned his head and his eyes met Cody's, "Yeah."

"That's a shame," Cody smiled a little sadly. "I was kind of hoping we'd
get to spend some more time together."

"I'm sure we will during the day," Tyler replied, his throat feeling dry.

"I meant alone," Cody said, holding eye contact.

Tyler swallowed hard, feeling like he hadn't had a drink in days and was
desperate for one. He didn't know what to do or say. He had almost
convinced himself that he was imagining all of the signals that he had
received from Cody over the past few weeks but that seemed like the
clearest come on yet and he found himself thinking about changing rooms and
not sharing with Joe just so he could see what might happen with Cody.

Before he could reply the two basketball players and the baseball player
returned to the van and climbed up into their seats. Cody and Tyler stared
into each other's eyes for another long moment, neither saying a word,
before Tyler quickly turned away and climbed into the van, almost
scrambling over the seats until he fell back down into his and picked up
the magazine he had brought with him, pretending to read it.

A few minutes later all of the guys were back at the van, with Joe and Toby
chewing on some kind of jerky they had bought from the store, Kyle sipping
on a flavoured latte in a cardboard cup and Damien once again quiet in the
back after returning the dog to its owner. Tyler still pretended to read
his magazine, holding it up in front of him, but his eyes were looking over
the top of it toward the front of the van, which was still empty, their two
chaperones not back from wherever they had gone yet. Where had they
disappeared to? Weren't they supposed to be watching the guys?

At exactly ten minutes from them getting out of the van, Coach and Mr Brown
casually walked out from around the side of the building where Tyler had
not only seen them go but had failed to find them when he had
followed. Where had they been? How had he not seen them? Where did they
really go? What did they do?

Tyler's mind was racing as the two men made their way back to the van, they
looked so casual and no different to how they had looked before but
something just didn't add up for him. He watched as they counted to make
sure that all of the boys were there and then climbed back into the front,
taking up their seats again as they resumed their journey like nothing had
happened. Maybe it hadn't.

Just over ninety minutes later they turned into a parking lot and pulled up
in front of the motel that would be their home for the evening. It was a
two-storey square building with a spiral staircase in the middle leading up
to the first floor landing. The building itself had once been blue and
green, painted to blend in with the surroundings, a nice lawn and a line of
trees behind it and the water of a small lake in front, but a lot of that
paint was now peeling off, revealing the sand-coloured concrete cladding
beneath.

As Coach walked through a door marked `Reception' to check them all in,
Tyler heard some of the guys start to grumble, saying that they wanted to
stay somewhere nicer than a downtrodden motel. But as they continued to
speak Tyler saw something glistening through a large window just to the
right of the reception and walked over to see what it was. The sun was
reflecting off the water of an indoor swimming pool. It wasn't huge by any
means but it was big enough and it was surrounded by various different
exercise machines. Tyler called out to the guys and they all ran over to
take a look for themselves.

Coach reappeared a moment later with a young woman who probably wasn't much
older than Tyler himself. She was introduced as the receptionist and the
daughter of the people who owned the motel. She helped Coach in handing out
room key cards, explaining that to access the pool, gym and snack room (a
small space holding vending machines and an ice dispenser) they would need
the key and should make sure the doors were closed behind them so unwanted
guests or animals couldn't get in.

Coach called out each pair individually to assign them rooms and give them
keys. He had reserved the entire upper floor. As expected the two
basketball players were sharing, as were the football players; Nate and
Dominic, Kyle and Toby, Joe and Tyler, and by process of elimination Cody
and Damien, which Cody looked more than happy about, Damien not so
much. The track and field guy and the baseball player had to share another
room, with Coach announcing that he and Mr Brown would take the final
room. Tyler couldn't be sure but he thought Mr Brown looked a little
nervous with the announcement, his Adam's apple clearly bobbed with a hard
swallow and his eyes lingered on Coach a little too long, looking at
something well below Coach's face. Was he, like Tyler, worried about being
able to control himself around a hot guy?

With their keys and bags in hand, the boys headed up the stairs to find
their rooms, the white paint peeling off the handrail as they went. It
wasn't until he got to the top and saw all of the other guys heading into
their rooms that Tyler realized that he and Joe had the room on the far end
of the building, room `207'. Normally he didn't care what room he had
because they were usually all the same, but him and Joe weren't just simple
roommates anymore, they were more than that and he planned to fuck Joe's
ass before the night was over. Being in the middle of two other rooms meant
they would have to be extra careful not to make a noise in case either
neighbour heard, but being on the end of the building, with only one room
beside theirs, meant there was half as much chance of them being heard or
caught and it made Tyler twice as eager to get Joe alone.

Tyler followed Joe along the landing, looking out over the edge, pleasantly
surprised by the view of the lake, and then walked into the room behind Joe
once he had thrown the door open.

Inside he saw that there were two double beds, side-by-side, separated only
by a small chest of drawers with a lamp sitting on top of it. He threw his
bag over to the far bed and immediately jumped on the one closest to him,
bouncing up and down a few times before dropping down to the mattress and
rolling around on the sheets, scrunching them up in his fists and then
momentarily climbing underneath them, slamming his head down onto the
pillows a few times.

"What are you doing?" Joe asked, watching, perplexed.

Tyler jumped out of the bed, throwing the sheets aside, and closed the gap
between himself and Joe. "I'm making it look like someone has slept in it."

"Why?" Joe asked, looking into Tyler's eyes, feeling Tyler's breath on his
face.

Tyler placed his hands on Joe's hips and then slid them around his back to
the top of his ass, not breaking eye contact, "Because I think we both know
we're sharing the same bed tonight."

Joe smiled and Tyler quickly kissed him. Joe then wrapped his arms around
Tyler's shoulders and their lips met again, only this time they parted and
Joe slid his tongue into Tyler's mouth, making out with him.

When they pulled apart Tyler was grinning, "We don't want people to get
suspicious."

Joe was having trouble controlling his breathing, his dick throbbing in his
pants, so he just nodded.

Tyler gave Joe's lips one last quick peck and pulled away, turning to look
at the rest of the room. It was pretty bare. The walls were painted in a
neutral colour that had begun to fade slightly and there was a single
painting of the view of the lake that Tyler had seen before that he assumed
was an attempt to make up for the fact that there wasn't an actual window
looking out on that view, the only window in the room overlooked the
parking lot. There were two mismatched chairs positioned in front of a
desk, a flat screen TV hung on the wall above it, and beside it was a
mini-fridge on top of which was a coffee maker.

"Hey Ty, come here," Joe called from the bathroom.

Tyler turned and walked toward the bathroom, "Yeah?"

"You have got to see this, Ty, I don't know if it's cool or fucked up," Joe
laughed.

Tyler entered the bathroom and looked around. He didn't understand what Joe
was talking about. The bathroom looked pretty average to him. There was a
toilet, two sinks side-by-side and a shower over a bathtub, all surrounded
by sand coloured tiles.

"What?" Tyler asked.

"Look above the sink, man," Joe said.

Tyler turned and looked at the wall above the sink. Instead of seeing
anything he saw himself and it took him a moment to realize that there was
no rim or frame around the mirror because the whole wall was one huge
reflective surface. Instead of the tiles that covered every other wall,
this wall was covered from floor to ceiling with mirrored tiles that
reflected EVERYTHING in the room.

"What the fuck?" Tyler exclaimed, with a smile, totally bemused.

"I think it's supposed to make the room look bigger," Joe explained.

"But you can see everything," Tyler protested. "Do you really want to be
able to watch yourself take a dump?"

"No..." Joe agreed. "But it could be good for other things."

"What other things?" Tyler asked.

Joe walked up behind Tyler and pulled Tyler's shirt up and off over his
head. Tyler looked at Joe with an eyebrow raised but Joe just reached up
and turned Tyler's head back so he was looking at himself in the mirror.

"Look at your body," Joe whispered in Tyler's ear, watching over Tyler's
shoulder as he ran his hand across Tyler's abs and up to his pecs. "You're
so built. You should take a selfie so everyone can see."

Tyler ran his hand up his own body, tensing so that his abs really popped
and looked defined, moving his hand up until it was on top of Joe's, which
was resting on his chest. "You really like my body?"

"Yes..." Joe nodded, staring as Tyler moved his arm up and flexed his
bicep. "Damn..."

"Tell me what you like," Tyler urged as he looked at Joe's face in the
reflection of the mirror.

"I like your big arms," Joe said, running his hand along Tyler's bicep. He
then moved to Tyler's chest and on back down to his stomach. "I love your
pecs and your abs. Fuck, Ty... I didn't think I could ever like a guy like
this but ever since you fucked me last week and the sweat as glistening on
your body, on your muscles... Fuck, you're hot."

Tyler felt Joe's hard dick throb against his back, matching the pulsing of
his own dick, which was painfully hard in his pants. He turned and looked
into Joe's eyes and then kissed him softly on the lips.

When they pulled apart, Tyler put his hands on Joe's slim waist and then
slowly slid them up, pushing Joe's shirt up as he ran his hands over Joe's
own hard, defined muscles.

"You're just as hot as I am," Tyler said, biting his lip as he removed
Joe's top completely. He turned Joe slightly so they could look at his body
in the mirror. "Look at those fucking abs... It's like someone put eight
rocks under your skin."

Tyler ran his hand back and forth across Joe's stomach, tracing each abs
with the tip of his finger as they both watched the movement of his hand in
the reflection.

"Pose for me," Tyler said, stepping away from Joe.

"Only if you pose for me," Joe replied.

"Deal," Tyler smiled.

They turned toward the mirror and started to strike poses, tensing and
flexing their muscles, turning to one side and then the other, looking at
their own body and then at the other.

"Damn we look good," Tyler said.

"Yeah, we do," Joe agreed in little more than a gasp.

"You know..." Tyler began.

"What?" Joe asked when Tyler didn't continued.

"You said my body looked amazing when I was fucking you..." Tyler said.

"Yeah..." Joe replied, wondering where Tyler was going.

"I want to see what it looks like," Tyler stated. "And I want you to see
what your abs look like when I'm fucking you."

Joe shivered at the suggestion and his dick jerked in his pants, pumping
out a drop of precum that would soon soak into his boxers. The idea of
watching himself get fucked should have been a huge turn off, it should
have sent him running for the door, it should have disgusted and repulsed
him because it would show him just how far he had fallen, how far he was
from the straight guy he always thought he was and claimed to be. He would
see what he looked like, see the expressions on his face when another guy's
dick was inside him, fucking him, making his back arch and his toes curl,
making his cock throb and pulse and shoot without ever being touched. He
couldn't see that and still consider himself straight. And yet he wanted to
see that, wanted to experience that more than anything. He wanted to see
their bodies writhing together as they brought each other pleasure neither
had ever felt with anyone before, he wanted to see the sweat shining on
their muscles and he wanted to see Tyler's dick sliding in and out of him,
disappearing inside him, seeing what Tyler's body looked like when he came
inside him, how his own body looked at that same moment.

Joe was just about to open his mouth, to beg Tyler to fuck him so they
could both see it when there was a loud knock on the door.

"Are you ready, boys?" Coach's loud, deep voice shouted. "We're heading out
in five minutes."

Tyler and Joe stared into each other's eyes and their lips came together in
a soft kiss. When they parted, Tyler leaned his forehead against Joe's and
said, "Later."

Joe nodded and they quickly went back out into the bedroom, grabbing their
bags from the bed and pulling out their sportswear, Coach having told them
to dress for the workout they would be doing later. They stripped off,
staring at each other's hard cocks and feeling the temptation to go down on
each other, but they didn't have time. They pulled on their jockstraps and
tried to shove their dicks into the pouches, which was almost impossible,
especially for Joe with his eight inch cock still hard and leaking. They
then stepped into their shorts but their excitement was still visible so
they decided to throw on their sweatpants over the top, hoping to hide
their bulges so they wouldn't be exposed.

With everything they needed, they headed out of the door, closing it firmly
behind them. They were almost at the stairs when Toby and Kyle came out of
their room a few doors down and ran to them like excited little boys.

"Oh my God, please tell me your room is like ours," Kyle grinned, almost
bouncing up and down.

"Like what?" Tyler asked, pretending not to know in case the rooms were
different, he was still a little hard and didn't want a resurgence.

"The wall in the bathroom is just one damn big mirror," Kyle kind of
squealed.

"Oh that," Tyler said, "We barely noticed."

Joe smiled at him, another silent message passing between the two of
them. "Yeah, it's no big deal."

"Oh come on!" Kyle protested. "That is some kinky ass shit if ever I've
seen it. Who wants a full length mirror in their bathroom? There are some
things you shouldn't have to watch yourself do."

"Like what?" Tyler grinned, raising his eyebrows and nudging Kyle with his
elbow.

"Not that, you fucking pervert," Kyle laughed. "I don't want to see myself
when I have a shit."

"Then don't look at yourself," Tyler replied. "Oh wait... You not look in a
mirror..."

"Fuck you!" Kyle chuckled. "Your Facebook is nothing but shirtless pictures
of you posing."

"Yeah, but I don't jerk off in a mirror looking at myself," Tyler shot
back.

Kyle's face went bright red and he turned away.

"Oh fuck! You do!" Toby howled with laughter.

"Fuck you all!" Kyle said, quickly turning and running down the stairs,
which only made Joe, Tyler and Toby laugh even harder.

When they got to the bottom of the stairs they saw most of the other boys
gathered in front of the van with Mr Brown, only Coach and Cody were
missing.

"Get your ass out here now, Jenkins," Coach's booming voice called out as
the door to the Reception room swung open.

Cody quickly followed him out but his face looked a little flushed and he
was walking funny. Coach waited until the door to the Reception was closed
and then he closed the gap between himself and Cody, getting right up in
the younger man's face.

"What did I tell you when I invited you to come with us, Jenkins?" Coach
growled.

"To be on my best behaviour, Sir," Cody swallowed hard, looking terrified
of the mountain of a man in front of him who was almost spitting on his
face with rage.

"Then what the fuck was that in there?" Coach snarled.

"Nothing... I just... I..." Cody stuttered.

"You were thinking with your dick, not your brain," Coach continued. "I
don't care what you do in your own time or how much of a fuck up you become
when you go to college, but right now you're still my student and you'll do
as I fucking say or I'll put you in a cab right now and send you home."

"Sorry, Coach," Cody said, hanging his head.

"Get in the fucking van," Coach commanded.

Cody did as he was told. Tyler turned to his teammate Nate and asked, "What
happened?"

"He was flirting with the receptionist," Nate said.

"Oh bro, he was doing more than that," Dominic chipped in.

"What do you mean?" Tyler asked.

"He was in there making out with her with his hand up her skirt," Dominic
explained.

"Already?" Tyler asked, amazed. "We've only been here like fifteen
minutes."

"I guess that's all it takes for some," Dominic sighed, shaking his head as
he made his way to the van.

Tyler couldn't believe what he had heard, but at the same time it didn't
surprise him at all after what he had seen at the party and the way those
girls had practically drooled over Cody. Still, it made him question his
interaction with Cody earlier. He was going after girls, so maybe Tyler
just misunderstood him and he was actually straight. Or maybe, just maybe,
since he wasn't getting Tyler's ass tonight he was trying to hook up with
the next available person. Either way, Tyler didn't care, he was getting
Joe in front of that mirror tonight and Cody could have whoever he wanted.

It took fifteen minutes to get to the college campus. Most of the talk on
the way was about how excited people were or about the mirrors in the
bathrooms at the motel, which one guy suggesting were two-way mirrors and
they were all being filmed. That thought should have worried Tyler but
instead he found himself grinning, thinking about people watching him and
Joe fuck in front of that mirror, wondering what they would think of them.

He didn't get to think about those things for too long however because as
they drove up to the campus they began to realize just how different things
were in college to how they were in high school and how much bigger the
scale was.

"There you go, boys," Coach called from the front seat as they drove past
the biggest stadium most of them had ever seen. "That is where the football
team plays."

"Holy shit, Coach!" Toby shouted. "How many people can fit in that thing?"

"It depends what for," Coach chuckled. "For football... a little under a
hundred thousand..."

"Wow..." Tyler gasped, unable to even picture that many people in the same
place, let alone imagining them filling one stadium to watch a bunch of
college kids play football.

"Yep," Coach laughed, "puts our 18,000 seat stadium that we have to share
with another school to shame, doesn't it? Are you boys finally getting how
serious this is? How big football and other sports are in this state? Get
in here and people will look up to you, they will worship you as heroes,
hell, they'll live their lives through you and follow you throughout your
career."

Everyone was silent for a few minutes, taking in the magnitude of what they
were doing and of the future that could possibly lay ahead for them. They
knew the size of their dreams but seeing the reality that came with those
dreams coming true was almost overwhelming.

Coach pointed out the other buildings of interest as they passed them, from
the basketball arena to the baseball and softball fields to the track and
field stadium, before they pulled up in front of another building that they
soon learned was a state-of-the-art athletics development centre.

A greeting party was waiting for them, including a couple of junior players
from the college football team that all of the boys recognised whether they
played football or not. They were celebrities to these boys who stood in
awe that they were getting to meet these guys and would actually get to see
them play, the seniors having already been drafted into the pros or
finishing up their college careers before they graduated.

After that they were all given a lanyard they had to wear around their
necks to let people know they were visitors and were allowed access to the
facilities before they were split off into groups for the tours. Coach
escorted the football players into the development centre while Mr Brown
headed off with the other athletes towards another complex.

Once inside the development centre, the football players, around sixty in
total from the nine different schools, were then split up again into three
smaller groups who headed in different directions for their respective
tours, each school remaining together within the groups.

"Holy shit..." Tyler gasped as his group was led through a door marked
`gym'.

He had never seen anything like it. There were rows and rows of machines,
hundreds in total, lined up and down the giant room that was as big as a
football field itself. There was every kind of machine Tyler had ever seen,
along with shelves and racks of all kinds of different workout
equipment. He was in awe as he listened to the College Coach giving the
tour explain that they had enough of every machine for each member of the
starting team, so that if they did team workouts they could all do the same
exercises together without some having to sit out and wait around for their
turn.

As Tyler looked around he saw that there was more to admire than just the
equipment. The gym wasn't empty. There were muscular young guys everywhere,
just a couple of years older than Tyler himself, and they were busy working
away on the machines, their bodies moving, muscles pumping, sweat dripping
from their flushed bodies. Some of them were wearing sweatpants and
t-shirts, others wore shorts and tank-tops, and some wore even less, their
shirtless torsos exposed and glistening from the sweat that had no material
to soak into, beads visibly running down their backs towards the waistbands
of their tiny, thin shorts.

"Damn..." Tyler muttered to himself, whispering so softly that no one else
heard him, not even Joe who was standing by his side.

He couldn't take his eyes off the guys, every single one of them in great
shape, even if their bodies differed hugely. Like him, some of them were
built with big, bulging muscles; others were slimmer and more compact yet
still incredibly defined, like Joe, while some just looked big with little
definition but plenty of mass.

Tyler suddenly began to question whether or not he could be around that
many hot men on a daily basis and not be exposed. He feared he would spend
more time checking the other guys out than he would focusing on his
workout, especially when he saw one guy lying back on a workbench and
started thinking about what it would be like to fuck on the equipment,
hoping one day he would get to find out.

He didn't have much time to think about it though because the tour quickly
continued, leading them out and away from the gym towards an indoor hall
where drills, training and practices took place, especially during winter
months. Following a brief glimpse at a 25 metre swimming pool they were
taken into an amazing locker room that also featured individual showers, a
plunge pool/ice bath, a hot tub and sauna and a number of training and
medical rooms that were used for therapy and massage where various injuries
could be assessed and treated.

Before they could truly take it all in they were whisked off again into the
academic wing of the building where they entered a huge lecture hall with
seats rising up away from three huge screens, a podium and desk at the
front. They were given a brief speech about how important their education
was and how they would be expected to maintain at least an average GPA or
risk losing their place on the team and at the college. The academic wing
was designed to help with that, containing both rooms for private tutoring
as well as the lecture hall, though it was rarely used for teaching and
instead for team meetings. Finally they were taken into a state-of-the-art
movie theatre that was as good as any they had ever seen with luxury seats
and an enormous screen where they could come to watch games, whether they
were pro games, games played by their rivals or replays of their own games
so they could analyse their performance.

With that portion of the tour complete, the College Coach asked if there
were any questions before they moved on. Joe sheepishly lifted his hand and
when called upon asked if there was a bathroom he could go to.

"You don't have to be embarrassed about needing to pee, son," the College
Coach replied, "We all do it and I would rather it not be in your pants."

That got a chuckle from most of the guys and a deep red glow in Joe's
cheeks. He quickly excused himself and hurried through the door that was
pointed out to him as other guys continued to ask questions, only realizing
once it was closed behind him that he was standing in the locker room,
having come through a different entrance.

He looked around before finally finding the door to the bathroom half way
along the left wall. It was propped open so he walked in, heading straight
for a urinal, and started to pull down the front of his sweatpants, shorts
and jockstrap, thinking it might have been a mistake to dress with so many
layers when he desperately needed to pee. He struggled to get his dick out
of his pants, ready to pee, when he heard a door open and close nearby and
a voice that stopped him in his tracks.

"Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you today, man?" the voice said.

It wasn't just the sound of the voice that stopped Joe from moving it was
the fact that he recognised it, not from any personal interactions but from
TV and social media.

"Fuck!" the reply came, another familiar voice, but Joe still couldn't put
a name to either. "Do you want to keep it down? I don't want every fucker
knowing something's up. They'll start asking questions."

"Okay, sorry," the first guy said, "but it's pretty obvious something's
going on when you're out there playing like your wearing fucking oven
mitts."

There was a brief pause, during which Joe once again felt like he was going
to pee himself. He didn't want to make a sound but he really needed to
go. He stepped back up to the urinal and then froze again.

"Is there anyone else in here?" the second guy asked.

Joe heard footsteps getting closer to the bathroom and he didn't want to be
caught with his pants pulled down, holding his dick like some kind of
freak, so he quickly backed up into a stall, pulled his pants all the way
down to his ankles and sat on the toilet, lifting his legs as he pointed
his cock toward the bowl, avoiding the water so it didn't splash, and
started to pee as silently as he could, hoping they wouldn't hear.

"Okay, we're clear," the first guy said, not too far from where Joe
was. "So what gives?"

"I... Fuck!" the second guy said. "I don't think can do this. I can't say
what happened."

"Come on, bro, there are no secrets between us. Nothing you can have done
would make me think less of you," the first guy encouraged.

"I'm not sure about that," the second guy replied, sounding like he wanted
to cry.

"I promise I won't judge you," the first guy said. "But if you don't want
to talk to me you have got to talk to someone because whatever it is has
been fucking with your head and your game all morning."

"You promise you won't tell anyone if I tell you?" the second guy replied.

"We've been best buds and roomies for three years, bro, you can trust me,"
the first guy said.

"Okay..." the second guy hesitated, clearly not sure if he should
continue. "I know what you did last year so I guess we'll both have secrets
now. Last night was Gina's birthday. The big 21, so she wanted to do
something special. I took her to this real expensive restaurant and then we
went for a walk by the lake. After that we went back to her apartment off
campus and I thought it was just going to be us so we could really make it
a night to remember, but when we got there her roommate was sitting on the
sofa waiting for us. That's when she sprung it on me that the something
special she wanted was a threesome."

"Oh man!" the first guy shouted, sounding excited. Then his voice quickly
changed, "Wait up, isn't her roommate a dude?"

Joe's ears perked up hearing that. He had finished peeing but he didn't
move besides lowering his feet to the floor, wanting to know what happened
next. He remained seated and listened.

"Yeah, bro, so you can imagine how freaked out I was," the second guy
continued.

"Yeah," the first guy agreed, "What did you say to her?"

"I started to say no but she came up to me and started kissing me and
grinding against me. Then she reached down to grab and stroke my dick. Damn
if it didn't rise to the occasion," the second guy explained. "I forgot the
roommate was even there. We got carried away kissing and we started to take
each other's clothes off. Then I took her hand and led her into the
bedroom. I lay her down on the bed and climbed on top of her so we could
make out some more while I played with her clit. I spat into my hand,
rubbed it on my cock and was just about to stick it in her when I felt the
bed move beside me."

"Fuck... Was it her roommate?" the first guy asked.

"Yeah," the second guy confirmed. "He was naked with the biggest fucking
hard-on I've ever seen. It had to be like ten inches. I mean I'm eight and
it was bigger than mine."

"Shit, so what happened?" the first guy asked, saying exactly what Joe was
thinking.

"I didn't know what to think, man, I was just kind of frozen in place," the
second guy explained. "Then as I was knelt there on the bed between Gina's
legs her roommate just leaned over and swallowed my fucking cock."

Joe's jaw dropped open as he heard the confession from the second
player. He was breathing hard and hoped they wouldn't hear. He closed his
eyes, trying to connect the voice with a face and name.

"You let him suck your dick?" the first guy asked.

"I was so shocked, bro, I just kind of stared down at him as he started
bobbing on my cock, not really believing it was happening. But then fuck,
it felt too good to stop him," the second guy replied.

"So you let him continue?" the first guy enquired.

"I didn't just let him continue," the second guy confessed. "I grabbed onto
his head and started fucking his face while Gina watched us, fingering
herself. She was so into it, man, she started saying all this shit that
turned me on so much while her roommate blew me. I couldn't hold it in. I
shot in his mouth, he went off like a fucking fire hose, soaking the
sheets, and Gina screamed that she was cumming all at the same time."

"Damn, bro, so she got what she wanted?" the first guy said.

"Nah, man, that was just round one," the second guy replied.

"What was round two?" the first guy asked.

"She wanted me to fuck her," the second guy explained. "So I put on a
condom, got on top of her, slid my dick inside her and started fucking her
while her roommate lay beside us and watched."

"That's so kinky, dude," the first guy said.

"I didn't care about that, bro. I just wanted to bust my load in her. I was
so hard even after I'd just come," the second guy continued. "So there I
was, fucking away, we're both screaming and groaning, she's clawing at my
back like she does when she's close and I felt my dick starting to throb so
I knew I was about to shoot and then she pushed me off."

"What?" the first guy exclaimed.

"Yeah," the second guy said, "she got me so worked up that I was desperate
to cum. I begged her to let me finish inside her but she said no. If I
wanted to cum in someone I would have to fuck her roommate."

"What the fuck!?" the first guy shouted.

"Fuck, man, keep it down! I know I should have run out of there the second
she suggested it but I was just too damn horny and I needed to bust a nut,"
the second guy admitted.

"Wait... so you...?" the first guy stuttered, obviously stunned.

Joe couldn't believe what he was hearing either. He knew where the
situation was heading but he wanted to hear the result for himself.

"I fucked him," the second guy confessed. "He got on his hands and knees
presenting his damn ass to me so I just moved over and shoved my dick
inside him. I wasn't even thinking, my body went onto autopilot as soon as
my dick was in his ass and I grabbed onto his hips and fucked his ass
hard. The only problem was that my dick slipped out a couple of times in
that position so I pushed him down on the bed so he was lying on his
stomach, shoved my dick in his ass and fucked him `til I shot my load."

"Fuck... I can't believe that," the first guy gasped.

"The thing is, bro, it was fucking incredible," the second guy stated.

"What?" the first guy squealed.

"The dude's ass was so tight it hugged my dick like nothing ever has," the
second guy explained, "and he took my fuck like a man, bro. I fucked him
harder than I have ever fucked anyone and he just kept begging for more and
shoving his ass back against me. He loved it."

"Shit... I can't believe that," the first guy said. "No wonder your head is
messed up today."

There was another pause, a long one this time so Joe thought the
conversation was over. He slowly stood up and started pulling his clothes
back up, tucking his plump cock into his jockstrap. He was just about to
pull up his shorts when they spoke again.

"That's not what's messing with my head right now," the second guy said,
breaking the silence.

"Then what the hell is?" the first guy asked.

"This morning when I woke up I was still in Gina's bed but she was
gone. There was a note on the dresser saying she was heading home to see
her folks to celebrate her birthday with them and she didn't want to wake
me," the second guy explained. "So I just laid there for a while because I
didn't have to get up but then I felt the bed move again as her roommate
crawled in beside me. I don't know what came over me then but my dick got
so hard and he started stroking me, getting me worked up, so I rolled over
on top of him, pushed his legs apart and sank my bare dick into his ass."

"Holy shit, so you fucked him again?" the first guy said, more of a
statement than a question.

"Yes, twice," the second guy confessed. "He rode my dick the second
time. Now I can't stop thinking about his ass and how good it felt. How
fucked up is that? I'm not attracted to the guy, or any guy for that
matter, but how can I still be straight if I want to fuck him again?"

Before the first guy could reply the door to the locker room flew open and
Coach stepped inside, barely registering the two college guys as he called
out, "Hey, Joe, are you done yet? We're ready to move on."

Joe, with his eyes wide, quickly pulled his shorts and sweatpants back up
and pressed the handle on the toilet, flushing it. As casually as he could
he then walked out of the stall, out of the bathroom and across the locker
room toward Coach, trying not to look at the two athletes who stared at him
in stunned silence.

It was only when he was back outside in the hallway with Coach's big hand
on his shoulder that Joe felt like he could breathe again. He couldn't
believe what he had heard or who he had seen as he exited the locker
room. The two guys who had been talking were Dwayne Richie and Donte
Miller, two of the Sophomore football players who were so good they were
already playing games and would be starting for the team in the fall even
though they would still only be Juniors. One of them had just fucked a guy
and Joe was pretty sure from the voices that it had been Donte.

"Hey Joe, what took you so long?" Tyler asked as Joe re-joined the group
and they started to move on.

"Oh... Um... I guess I needed more than just a pee," Joe said, unsure if he
would tell Tyler what he had heard later or if he would keep it to himself
for now.

Before Joe could dwell on it or worry about the guys coming after him the
group were led out of the development centre and across across campus to
the football stadium. Staring up at the sheer size of the building was
almost overwhelming as they approached from the outside, but once they were
inside, standing by the side of the field, looking around at nearly 100,000
seats, all of which would be filled with screaming fans during big games,
the wind was knocked out of them. They could be playing on that field, in
front of that crowd in the not too distant future, with television cameras
filming their every move and play. It suddenly made everything else in life
feel small.

"Wow..." Tyler gasped.

"Yeah..." Joe nodded in agreement.

They were standing side-by-side when their little fingers touched, sending
a shockwave through their already goosebump-ridden bodies. They shivered
and looked at each other, their eyes glistening with the tears that welled
up behind them as they both saw a glimpse of the dream they had shared
since they were little boys. This was where that dream came true, this
stadium, this field, it was the Holy Grail and it was so close.

The College Coach stood on a box so he was standing above everyone as he
spoke. Tyler wasn't listening to what the man said, still thinking about
the possibility of playing on that field and knowing that he needed to do
whatever was necessary to make that dream happen.

It was only when he noticed a number of people looking at him that Tyler
realized the College Coach had asked him a question.

He quickly looked up and said, "I'm sorry, Sir, could you repeat the
question?"

"Are you interested in coming here now that you see what we have to offer?"
the College Coach repeated.

"I definitely would be, sir, but I think my father has other plans for me,"
Tyler admitted, feeling like an idiot as soon as the words were out of his
mouth.

A few of the boys around him giggled but the College Coach remained
serious, "And what plans would those be? Still playing football I hope?"

"Yes, sir," Tyler nodded. He then hesitated before continuing. "But I think
my dad wants me to go to a different college not too far from here."

The College Coach laughed, "I think I know the one you mean. Did your
father go there?"

"Yes, sir," Tyler replied.

"Well I admire that you respect your elders. And bonus points for
addressing me with the proper respect," the College Coach said. "I may
reserve judgement until after I have seen what you are made of but I might
have to speak with your father to try to convince him to change his mind."

Tyler blushed but said nothing as the College Coach continued on, picking
out people at random to speak to before he explained what was going to
happen with the trial workout session. Once that was done all of the boys
got into their gear, which for Tyler and Joe meant stripping off their
sweatpants, and stood on the line ready to begin the drills.

For the next forty minutes the boys were put through every kind of practice
drill they could think of, with some having to give up early, collapsing
into the nearest seat. It was another eye opener into how college football,
athletics and sports in general were a step-up from high school
competition. The stage was bigger, the training was harder, but ultimately
the payoffs would be better. Both Tyler and Joe left the stadium knowing
that college football was the next step after high school for them,
wherever they ended up playing it.

Next they went to the cafeteria where a special lunch had been laid on for
them. Most of the boys sat around chatting enthusiastically about their day
and their future while the coaches discussed their most promising athletes
before catching up, most of them knowing each other either from their
school or college days, from competing with or against each other, or from
their teams meeting in state championships.

Tyler had piled food onto his plate, feeling his stomach cramp with hunger
after burning off pretty much everything he had eaten in the past
twenty-four hours during that practice session, his competitive edge not
letting him drop out before they were finished, standing tall alongside
less than a dozen other boys. He found a seat next to Toby and sat down,
listening to Kyle and a boy he apparently knew from another school talking
excitedly about their past and future. It wasn't until he was three bites
into his food that he realized that Joe wasn't with him. Why hadn't he
followed him to the table?

Looking up, Tyler was surprised to see Joe across the room, placing his
food down on a table as he was ushered out of the cafeteria by Donte
Miller, a guy they followed on social media and who, as a sophomore, had
actually started senior games for the college football team. How did Joe
know Donte and where were they going? As tempted as Tyler was to follow and
find out he knew it wasn't any of his business so he stayed seated and
continued eating, promising himself he would ask Joe about it later in
their room.

Joe had been terrified when a strong hand wrapped around his arm and pulled
him away from Tyler and the rest of his teammates. He had been about to
shout out a protest when he saw it was Donte and his voice suddenly left
him while his hunger sank into the pit of his stomach, replaced by
nerves. What was going to happen? Donte knew he had heard about him fucking
his girlfriend's roommate. What would he do to keep that a secret? Would he
threaten him, beat him up, or even kill him to make sure he couldn't tell
anyone? His breath caught in his throat and he felt the familiar tightening
in his chest, signalling the beginning of one of the panic attacks he had
hoped were in his past.

"I need to talk to you," Donte had whispered as he led Joe out of the
cafeteria and down the hall, pushing him through a doorway into a store
room.

When the door was closed behind them, Donte stood against it so that Joe
couldn't get out, but as Joe turned to look at the older boy he saw nerves
in his face and body language and Donte refused to make eye contact,
letting Joe know that he was probably even more afraid than Joe was. The
oncoming panic attack eased slightly.

"Look..." Donte started but stopped almost as suddenly, unsure what to
say. "Fuck!"

Joe didn't know what to do or say. He was no longer on the verge of having
an attack, but he was still nervous and he didn't want to be in that room.

"How much did you hear?" Donte finally asked in a low voice.

Joe looked all around the room, looking for a way out or for a cue card
that would have a good answer to that question written on it for him to
read, but there was nothing, just a single air conditioning vent high up in
the wall.

"Everything," he finally admitted.

"FUCK!" Donte screamed, turning to punch the door. He spun back
around. "You sneaky little fuck! We checked that bathroom. You had your
feet up so we wouldn't know you were there. I never would have said that
shit if I knew you were listening. You can't tell anyone. Do you hear me?"

Joe swallowed hard. There was anger in Donte's voice, maybe even a little
malice, but there was also desperation and panic. Joe wasn't sure what it
would drive Donte to do.

"I won't say anything," Joe said in what was little more than a whisper.

Donte suddenly closed the gap between them so there was less than a foot
separating him and Joe. "You had better not. Do you realize what's on the
line here?"

Joe nodded, thinking about his own situation with Tyler. "I get it."

"I don't think you do," Donte seethed. "I'm on the verge of being in the
starting line-up during my junior year before the seniors have even left or
been drafted. Do you know how big of a deal that is? I can't have some
rumour getting out about me fucking some guy up the ass, I don't care if
it's true or not. It'll ruin my career. People will look at me
differently. They won't take me seriously or want to play me."

Joe swallowed hard again. "I won't tell anyone."

"Yeah right," Donte scoffed. "Why the fuck should I believe you?"

Joe thought for a second before answering, "Because I'm telling the
truth. If I was going to say anything I would have posted it online by now
or told some of the guys back there. My phone is in my pocket. You can
check it. Or walk back into that cafeteria and see if anyone looks at you
like they know. I don't care who you fuck. That's your business. Just like
who I fuck is mine. You can look into my eyes and see that I mean that."

Donte's eyes were closed for a long time before he finally opened them and
met Joe's eyes for the first time. He stared into them, not breaking the
eye contact. They looked at each other in silence, Donte's eyes moving
around a little like he was searching for something in Joe's, or even
deeper, somewhere in his soul.

"You one of the high school kids they've been showing around today?" Donte
asked, stepping back from Joe a little.

"Yes," Joe replied.

"That means you wanna come here next year, right?" Donte asked.

"Yes," Joe nodded.

"You want to be on the team?" Donte continued.

"Yes," Joe nodded again.

"Okay," Donte smiled. "Here's the deal. I'll be a senior by the time you
get here. I'll have a lot of stroke by then. If you keep my secret and tell
no one what you know, I guarantee you'll be on the team when you get
here. But if I hear even the slightest hint of a rumour, I will ruin
you. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Joe gulped, even though the idea of a guaranteed spot on the team
sounded incredible.

"Good," Donte said. "Now give me your phone."

"What?" Joe asked.

"Give me your phone," Donte demanded.

Joe reluctantly pulled his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it before
handing it to Donte. He wondered what Donte was going to do and he was
worried about him seeing the texts he kept from Tyler, some of them more
than a little incriminating. He knew he shouldn't keep them but it was hot
looking back at them.

He had nothing to worry about though. Instead of going through his messages
or anything else, Donte typed in a number and pressed dial. Almost
immediately his own phone began to ring in his pocket.

"What's your name?" Donte asked.

"Joe Brooks," Joe replied.

Donte typed into his phone, saving Joe's details, before adding his to
Joe's phone and handing it back.

"Don't think about changing your phone or number," Donte said. "If anything
gets out you'll be hearing from me. If you say nothing, we're all good."

Joe nodded, thinking that was the end of it. He took a step toward the door
but Donte stopped him, taking Joe off guard as he put his hand on Joe's
shoulder and shoved him to the ground so he was on his knees. Before Joe
could do or say anything Donte snapped a picture of Joe on his phone,
showing Joe on his knees, looking up at Donte with his mouth open, looking
like he was ready to take a dick between his lips.

"What the hell?" Joe asked, getting to his feet.

"That's just for insurance," Donte smiled, showing Joe the picture. "You
say nothing, no one ever sees that photo. You start spreading shit and I'll
tell everyone you were the guy who took my dick and loved it."

Joe stared in shock as Donte pulled the door open and walked out, leaving
him alone in the store room wondering what the hell just happened. He
hadn't done anything besides go for a piss and now this guy had all but
threatened him with personal ruin.

The buzzing of his phone was the only thing that brought him out of his
thoughts and back into reality. He looked at the message from Tyler asking
him where he was and his body was suddenly in motion, wanting to get back
to the safety of his teammates and friends.

As he walked back into the cafeteria he saw that Donte was nowhere to be
seen so he quickly picked up his plate and walked over to sit in the seat
next to Tyler.

Tyler leaned in and whispered, "Where did you go with Donte Miller?"

Joe almost choked on his food but turned his head to look at
Tyler. "Nowhere. He just wanted to ask me something."

"What?" Tyler asked. "How do you even know him?"

"We can't talk about this now," Joe said, turning away from Tyler as he
continued to eat.

Tyler was shocked by Joe's actions but he could see that something was
really bothering his best friend so he decided to let it drop, hoping that
Joe would confide in him later when they were alone.

Once lunch was over the College Coach gave one final address to all of the
students and then handed out tickets to the night's exhibition football
game, letting everyone know they had some of the best seats in the house
and to enjoy the game because it could be a glimpse into the future for
many of them. He then waved them goodbye, saying he had to go get his team
ready.

"Okay guys," Coach called out to his boys, "Time to head back to the motel
for some R&R."

The ride back was much like lunch with many of the boys gushing over what
they had seen. The two basketball players explained how they had been given
a tour of the basketball arena, the baseball field and the athletics ground
before joining the workout with the football players.

Tyler listened to all of this with great enthusiasm, still feeling high
from what had been a great day so far and feeling pumped from the workout,
but he couldn't help notice that Joe said nothing, he simply sat in his
seat staring either out of the window or down at his phone which he held in
his hands. Something was wrong but he didn't want to bring it up in front
of the rest of the guys because it didn't look like something Joe wanted to
talk about.

At the motel the boys quickly jumped out of the van and headed off in all
directions, Coach calling out for them all to stay close and to not wonder
off.

"Oh man, I'm still buzzing from all that stuff," Kyle said. "I think I'm
gonna go jump in the pool."

"That sounds good, bro," Toby agreed. "Do you guys want to join us?"

Tyler looked at Joe but he still didn't say anything so Tyler decided to
create an opening for him, "No, man, I'm beat. I worked my ass off wanting
to be the last man standing. I'm gonna go lay down and take a quick nap."

"Awww, such a baby," Toby grinned, mockingly. "Do you want me to come tuck
you in?"

"Fuck you, asshole," Tyler laughed.

"What about you, Joe?" Toby asked. "You coming with us?"

Joe looked at Toby and then at Tyler, trying to make a decision. "Yeah,
I'll just go grab my shorts and meet you there."

"Awesome!" Toby smiled, putting his hand up for Joe to high-five.

Joe looked at the hand, shook his head but smiled and met Toby's hand as
best he could with the height difference.

Tyler stood still as he watched Joe, Toby and Kyle turn and head toward the
stairs. They were half way up when he decided to follow so he ran to catch
up, getting to the door of his room just as Joe was sliding the key into
the reader.

"So what happened with Donte?" Tyler asked as they entered the room and
closed the door behind them.

"It was nothing," Joe said coldly.

"Bullshit!" Tyler barked. "You've barely said a fucking word since you went
off with him. What happened? Did he do something to you?"

"I told you I didn't want to talk about it," Joe protested.

"No, you didn't, you said we couldn't talk in the cafeteria. We're alone
now. Talk," Tyler pleaded.

"I said no!" Joe shouted, grabbing his shorts and storming out of the door
before Tyler could say or do anything.

Tyler stared at the back of the door as it closed, wondering what had
gotten into Joe, but he had told himself that he wouldn't push Joe for an
answer and then he had done that very thing so he felt like a jerk. He
threw himself down on the bed and buried his face in his arms. After a few
minutes of thinking he decided to check his phone but seeing that there
were no messages from anyone he reached into his bag and pulled out his
charger, looking around the room for a socket that wasn't in use until he
found one behind the bed, moving the chest of drawers out easily to get to
it. He lay down again, wondering if he should go after Joe but his body
made the decision for him as his eyes closed and he quickly drifted off to
sleep.

When Tyler woke up he was surprised to see that it was almost an hour later
and he was even more surprised that no one had come to wake him. He
stretched out on the bed, groaning as his sore arms and legs spread out and
his back arched lifting his ass off the mattress, and then he reluctantly
stood up, feeling the burn of the workout in his thighs when he put his
weight on them. It was a feeling he liked.

Wondering where Joe and the rest of his teammates were, Tyler grabbed his
phone and headed out of the room, standing on the balcony for a moment to
let the heat from the sun warm his skin. He looked across at the amazing
view of the lake and saw the basketball, baseball and track guys all down
by the water, sitting on a little wooden pier with their feet over the
edge, little waves lapping at their ankles. It looked so peaceful and Tyler
felt like joining them but wanted to find his football buddies first.

He walked along the landing, glancing into the windows of the rooms that he
passed. The room next to his and Joe's looked like it was empty, even
though he knew the baseball and track guys were sharing it. They clearly
weren't as messy as he and Joe were and neither one had used or even sat on
one of the beds yet. Next to that was Coach and Mr Brown's room with a
small case on each bed; the one nearest the window was still unopened while
the one further away was open with the contents spilling onto the top of
the case, a jockstrap visible atop a folded shirt and pair of pants. Which
one did that jockstrap belong to? Tyler bit his lip thinking of either man
wearing nothing but that tiny piece of fabric. How he wished he could be a
fly on the wall in that room later on when they were both in there...

He was thinking about how he would have to pass their room to get to his,
hoping that they wouldn't close the curtains so he could sneak a look, when
he heard loud laugher from below and looked over the railing to see Cody
and the receptionist girl laughing at something while Damien blushed beside
them and tried to look away as if that would hide his embarrassment.

Tyler continued to watch as Cody put his arm around Damien's shoulder and
led him into the door to the reception room, which the girl was holding
open. He couldn't believe that Cody was so openly flirting with the girl
after Coach has pretty much chewed his ass out earlier for going after
her. Then again, Tyler was pretty sure anyone that Cody set his sights on
would fall under his spell and give in to him, he just couldn't have
imagined Damien being one of them, but then he didn't really know the guy,
did he?

Making his way down to the bottom, Tyler walked past the door Cody had just
gone through and peered through the glass. He could see the reception desk
but there was no one sitting behind it and no one else in the room. A door
in the back wall was partially open which Tyler presumed was where they had
gone but as he lifted his hand to push the door open to at least listen for
any tell-tale noises he heard more laughter coming from the pool room and
decided to seek out Joe, Toby and Kyle instead.

The sound of Joe's laughter drifting from the room made Tyler feel warm
inside. Instead of walking straight in he moved past the door to the large
window and looked through it to see the beautiful smile that lit up Joe's
face. He also saw what they were laughing at as Toby stood up out of the
pool and tried to shake the water out of his afro. Tyler wasn't sure if he
looked more like a wet dog or wet t-shirt model as he rose out of the water
while they tried to splash him.

Deciding to join them, Tyler turned around, swiped his card in the reader
and put his hand up to push the door open, but just as he moved forward the
door was pulled inwards and he stumbled forward into Mr Brown's arms.

"Woah, sorry Tyler," Mr Brown apologized as he pushed Tyler back to his
feet.

Tyler looked up at the man and their eyes met. For a long moment they just
stared at each other and said nothing. The feeling of the man's big arms
wrapped around him even if only for the briefest of moments had sent a
shiver through Tyler's body and he felt drawn to the hot teacher like never
before.

"Your friends are inside," Mr Brown eventually said to break the
silence. "Or..."

"Or what?" Tyler managed to whisper when Mr Brown didn't continue.

"Or..." Mr Brown took a deep breath. "I'm going for a quick run. You could
join me."

Tyler's eyes lingered on Mr Brown's for another long moment. Was that
actually a proposition? Was Mr Brown asking Tyler to go with him away from
the rest of the guys, to run somewhere, just the two of them so they could
be alone? Did he know that Tyler had seen him that night when he had been
out running and met his friend? Or was he simply asking if he wanted to go
for a run to exercise?

Before Tyler could make up his mind he heard someone calling his name.

"Hey Ty! There you are!" Kyle shouted from just inside the door. "We
wondered where you'd got to. Are you coming in?"

"Maybe another time," Mr Brown said, turning sideways so he could step
around Tyler.

Tyler had no idea what to think. Part of him wanted to chase after Mr Brown
to join him on his run in case anything would happen between them but the
other part of him was telling him how stupid he was and that he was asking
for trouble if he did. Instead he walked into the pool room and greeted his
friends, noticing Coach sitting on a chair by the side of the pool for the
first time.

"Are you coming in?" Kyle asked again.

"No," Tyler shook his head. "But I'll sit here and watch you."

He kicked his shoes off and pulled off his socks before he sat down on the
edge of the pool and let his feet drop into the water. It was much warmer
than he expected.

"Come on, don't be a pussy, get in here!" Kyle goaded.

"Fuck you, bitch!" Tyler laughed, flipping him off.

"Boys, what did I tell you about good behaviour?" Coach warned. "That means
language too."

"Sorry Coach," Tyler and Kyle said together.

Tyler then watched as Joe swam underwater, approaching Kyle from behind
until his head was between Kyle's legs and then he stood up, quickly
scooping Kyle up on his shoulders only to fall backwards, sending Kyle
crashing into the water.

Tyler laughed and continued to watch as his friends played around in the
pool, having a great time. Seeing them happy made Tyler feel happy. He
almost slipped into the water to join them but he was still feeling the
effects of the earlier workout and wanted to be ready for the game rather
than feeling exhausted.

It wasn't until he felt a presence beside him that he turned his head and
saw that Coach had sat down next to him on the side of the pool, letting
his own huge legs hang over the edge into the water.

"So, what's your verdict?" Coach asked.

"On the school?" Tyler replied.

"Yes," Coach nodded.

Tyler turned his head to look into Coach's blue eyes, "I liked it. The
facilities were awesome. That gym blew me away. And the stadium was
unbelievable."

"But?" Coach urged.

Tyler chuckled. "I can't hide anything from you, can I?"

"No," Coach confirmed. "Go on."

"It would be an incredible place to play football," Tyler explained. "But I
have to think about more than that."

"More than that?" Coach asked.

"Yeah, like everything that comes afterwards," Tyler said. "As much as I
want to play college football and then go on to the NFL and make millions I
know that not many people get to do that. I might not make enough money to
retire and never have to worry about work again. Yeah, I hope I make it and
I will do everything that I can to make those dreams come true, but I also
want to have something that I can fall back on and I want it to be
something that I want to do, not just something that I have to do to pay
the bills."

"I see," Coach said. "That's incredibly mature."

"Not really," Tyler said. "It's just realistic. My Grandpa told me before
he died to do what makes me happy. Football makes me happy now. I want
whatever career I choose afterwards to feel the same."

"Do you have any idea what that will be?" Coach asked.

"Not entirely," Tyler admitted. "But I love science. I love Chemistry and
Mr Brown's Biology class. The human body fascinates me too. I think I might
go into medicine like my Mom. Maybe something still linked with sports."

"And you want to go to a school that specialises in that kind of thing?"
Coach asked.

"Yes," Tyler confirmed. "I want to be the best at what I do and there are
places where I can play football and study medicine at the same time."

"I'm impressed, kid," Coach smiled, patting Tyler on the back. "You've got
a bright future ahead of you if you stay focused."

"Thanks Coach," Tyler smiled before they went back to watching his friends
play around in the pool.

Joe, Kyle and Toby stayed in the pool for another twenty minutes before
Coach told them it was time to get out or they might shrivel up, not to
mention that he wanted to them to get dried and cleaned up in time for them
to head over to the game. They were still representing the school.

Tyler watched as they climbed out and started to dry themselves, his eyes
mainly focused on Joe's body as he worked the towel around his muscles,
before wrapping it around his waist. He was so hot and Tyler couldn't wait
to get him alone later.

As they walked out of the pool room, back into the daylight, Tyler spotted
Cody and Damien rushing toward the stairs. Cody had his hand in the middle
of Damien's back and was pushing him forward while looking all around him
like they were in a hurry to conceal something as they disappeared up the
staircase toward their room.

Before Tyler could think anything more of it something else caught his eye
and he gasped when he saw Mr Brown jogging toward the building from the
road. The t-shirt that he had been wearing when he had set off had been
removed, tucked into the back of his shorts, and his big muscular body was
glistening with the sweat that covered it, matting together the hair that
filled the gap between his two firm pecs.

"Damn, Mr Brown," Toby gasped, seeing what Tyler was yet not feeling the
urges that Tyler did. "We knew you were built but wow..."

"Yeah, you must spend a lot of time in the gym," Kyle added as the teacher
came to a stop in front of them.

Mr Brown smiled and pulled the shirt from his waistband to wipe the sweat
off his forehead. He was panting. "I usually do something in a morning and
then an hour after school. It helps me de-stress after teaching you guys."

Coach laughed, "I know that feeling."

Coach and Mr Brown looked at each other and smiled, their eyes seeming to
linger on one another, at least in Tyler's mind. He couldn't speak for all
the thoughts that were racing around inside his head.

"I needed that run but damn it's hot out here. I think I'm gonna go grab a
shower," Mr Brown said, turning and heading for the stairs.

"I think I'll join you," Coach replied with a smile, following right behind
Mr Brown.

Tyler's mind almost exploded with the images that came into it of the two
hot muscular teachers in the shower together, the water running over their
muscles. What if they washed each other, their hands caressing the mounds
beneath the flesh? And what if they got excited and couldn't control
themselves?

His throat was dry and his cock more than semi-hard in his shorts when he
finally came to and realized that the rest of his friends were already half
way up the stairs and he was still standing outside the pool room like an
idiot.

By the time he reached the top of the stairs Toby and Kyle had already gone
into their room and Joe was just entering his and Tyler's at the end of the
walkway. Seeing that no one else was around, Tyler gently made his way over
to Coach and Mr Brown's room, pausing just before the window with his heart
pounding in his chest. After a few deep breaths, taken to gather his
courage, Tyler slowly moved forward until he could see into the room. The
curtains had been drawn somewhat but there was still a big enough gap for
Tyler to see into the room. Neither man could be seen inside but both cases
were open, as was the door to the bathroom. Were they in there together?

Tyler felt a spasm in his stomach that he was unfamiliar with and his whole
body shook. He was panting heavily and a drop of sweat had formed on his
forehead. He was straining his eyes, trying to see if there was anything
reflected in the bathroom mirror wall but just as his face got close enough
to the glass that he could see his breath steaming up the pane he saw a
figure appear in the bathroom doorway and dropped down to the floor beneath
the window before he could be seen and before he himself could tell whether
it had been Coach or Mr Brown.

Quickly scrambling along on his hands and feet, almost in a downward dog
position, Tyler quickly made it to his room and stood up, brushing himself
off as if nothing had happened. He reached into his pocket and then slid
the room key into the scanner, hearing the click before he entered.

Joe was already in the shower by the time Tyler got into the room with his
heart still pounding, his breathing erratic and his cock throbbing in his
shorts. He collapsed down onto the bed on his back and threw his arms up
over his face, hoping that he would calm down, but all that he could think
about was what the two men might be doing two doors down. He had never
thought of Coach sexually before but now as he closed his eyes, trying to
think of anything else and failing, he saw Coach's huge body naked,
standing behind Mr Brown in their shower, powering his big hard cock into
the Biology teacher's ass as he held him close and whispered into his ear,
telling him how good it felt.

When willing himself to think of something else didn't work, Tyler got up
off the bed, walked over to the mini-fridge, opened the door, reached
inside and pulled out a bottle of ice cold water. He unscrewed the cap and
then tipped the bottle up onto his shorts, almost jumping out of his skin
as the freezing water splashed down on his cock, causing it to instantly
shrink as he doubled over in pain.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Joe asked, looking at Tyler on the floor of
the room from the bathroom doorway. "Get your ass up and get ready. We
leave in ten minutes."

Tyler jumped to his feet and ran into the bathroom, covering his crotch so
Joe wouldn't ask what had happened. He jumped into the shower, turning it
on cold, and felt refreshed when he stepped out, dried himself and got
dressed for the game.

The game itself was amazing. Two of the top colleges in the state, if not
the country, were showcasing the talent who would be starting for them in
the new season with the aim to get the fans hyped and the prospective
players salivating over the thought of it one day being them on the
field. It worked. By the end of the first half the host college were down
25-6 and it didn't look particular good. The second half however turned
things around with the hosts scoring 35 points to their opponents 15
points, bringing the final score to 40-41 with the host college taking the
victory by a single point.

The scenes in the stadium and in the parking lot after were unlike anything
that Tyler had ever seen. It was like they had won the Superbowl or had
somehow got lost and ended up in the middle of a Mardi-Gras parade. He had
never seen people so excited about a team winning and he realized that what
Coach had said earlier was true. Fans lived through the players on the
field. When the players won the fans felt like they had won personally too
and were ready to party. That would be how Tyler made them feel when he was
there playing and it made him even more eager to finish high school so he
could get to that much grander stage.

The after party was much the same but this time there were also drinks
flowing, many of the juniors already having turned 21. Tyler and his
friends weren't allowed to drink of course, with Coach and Mr Brown keeping
an eye on them while also laughing and joking with each other, standing
side-by-side with their arms touching as they leaned in towards each other
to speak, but that didn't mean the boys couldn't have fun. Even Damien
seemed to open up a little. Although as soon as Donte Miller showed up to a
hero's welcome Joe decided it was time for some air and Tyler quickly
followed, still not getting anything from Joe regarding what had happened
when he gently tried to ask.

Soon it was time to leave and the boys all climbed back into the mini-van
for the ride back to the motel. When they got there Coach informed them
that they could do what they wanted for the next hour as long as they
didn't leave the property. He then went to his room grabbed his swim shorts
and headed to the pool before it closed, with Mr Brown following behind
him.

Some of the guys went straight to their rooms to crash or to relax and
watch some TV after what had been a pretty exhausting day. With Coach gone,
Cody typed something into his phone, hit send and almost immediately got a
reply, grabbing Damien by the arm and pulling him around the side of the
building. Toby and Kyle moved in the direction of a wooden platform that
was built around the bottom of a huge tree near the back of the parking
lot.

Tyler looked in each direction, not knowing which way to go. When no one
else had gone into the swimming pool with Coach and Mr Brown he wanted to
follow so he could see what they were doing. He imagined them fooling
around in the water much like his buddies had done earlier, only the
mounting sexual tension throughout the day boiled over and they got more
than a little playful. He wanted to follow Cody to see where he was taking
Damien, wondering why they weren't going up to their room if Cody had
something in mind. And then there were his buddies, Toby and Kyle, two of
the only guys who could take his mind off everything else by making him
smile and laugh. That's what he needed so he followed them to the platform
under the tree, Joe by his side, and they perched themselves on little bar
stools to watch the sun go down over the lake as they talked.

"Man, what a day," Toby smiled. "I can't wait to get this year over with so
I can go to college."

"Me too," Kyle agreed.

Tyler smiled, "It's amazing that you have all of these dreams about your
future but you don't really think about the realities of them until they
get closer. I've watched college football for years and worshipped the guys
who play it. I've looked up to them. I've wanted to be them. Now I almost
am one of them and seeing the way those fans reacted today, it's sinking in
that it's gonna be us making those kids feel that way, hell, making the
grown men feel that way. That's pretty awesome."

"Yeah..." They all agreed, all feeling overwhelmed by the possibility as
the dying light of the golden sun reflected off the water of the lake, a
light purple sky taking shape behind it.

They continued to talk for another fifteen minutes until the sun was fully
down and a slight chill raised the hairs on their bare arms.

"I think I'm gonna head up, guys," Toby announced as he stood up. "I'm
gonna remember today for a long time but right now I need some shut eye."

"Yeah," Kyle agreed. "I'm pretty beat."

"I'm gonna stay out here a bit longer," Tyler said. "I like this night
air."

"Yeah right," Toby grinned. "You're just not tired yet because you had a
nap earlier you big muscly baby."

Tyler smirked, "You're just jealous."

"Jealous?" Toby asked.

"Yeah, `cause a baby gets to suck on a nice pair of titties, which is
something you haven't done for sixteen years," Tyler smiled.

"Who are you kidding, bro?" Kyle said. "His Mom breastfed him until he was
six."

"Fuck you!" Toby laughed, pushing Kyle so he stumbled and fell of the edge
of the platform, landing on the earth below with a soft thud.

Tyler and Joe laughed as they watched the two interact, Toby helping Kyle
to his feet before the two waved goodnight and headed toward their room.

Tyler turned to Joe and looked at the side of his face until Joe turned his
head and they looked into each other's eyes for a long moment.

"Are you okay?" Tyler asked.

"Yes, why?" Joe replied.

"You've been really quiet," Tyler said. "You haven't been yourself since
lunch and you nearly ran out of that reception."

Joe closed his eyes and let his head fall so that his chin was almost
touching his chest. "I'm not ready to talk about it."

"Okay..." Tyler said. "Do you need some more time to think about it like
you did with things between us?"

"Yes," Joe nodded. "I'm still processing it. Something did happen. But... I
just need some time, okay? I will tell you but you just need to let me
think about it for a while first."

"Okay," Tyler smiled, even though he didn't like what Joe had just said. He
wanted Joe to be open with him, to feel like he could tell him anything, a
place he had thought they were at as best friends but Joe still kept a few
barriers up separating them despite how far he had come.

For the next ten minutes they continued to sit on the platform,
side-by-side. They were quiet for a while, looking up at the now visible
moon above the lake. Tyler took a chance in gently reaching over to put his
hand on Joe's. Joe didn't pull away and they sat there with Tyler's thumb
gently caressing the back of Joe's hand.

"I think I'm going to head to the room now," Joe said, breaking the
silence.

"Okay, let's go," Tyler replied.

"You can stay here a bit longer if you want," Joe said.

"I want to be with you," Tyler said.

Joe smiled and stood up from his chair. Tyler still had his hand over Joe's
and held on as Joe led them off the platform toward the building.

About half way across the parking lot they heard a noise and quickly
dropped hands. They didn't know who it was and they didn't want to be
caught. They stood still waiting to hear the sound again but the night was
silent apart from the faint lap of the water on the pier and crickets
chirping somewhere in the nearby grass.

When it seemed like the noise wasn't going to come again Joe started to
move but Tyler reached out to grab his arm when he heard what sounded like
a deep moan coming from somewhere close by.

Tyler's first thought was that it was from the pool room, which was the
closest room to where they were, since neither Mr Brown nor Coach had come
out of there since they went in. He imagined looking in through the window
to see Mr Brown and Coach fucking on the side of the pool or even still in
the water, splashing around as their bodies writhed together.

He inched slowly toward the window, feeling his nerves and the anticipation
building with every step, wondering what his eyes would see. He was almost
close enough to look through the window when the moan came again and this
time he knew it wasn't coming from inside the pool room, it was coming from
around the side of the building. That's when he remembered Cody and
Damien...

Hesitating for only a moment, Tyler grabbed Joe's hand and pulled him
around the side of the building, not wanting Coach to see them if he looked
out of the window from the inside.

"Where are we going?" Joe whispered.

Tyler was about to reply but another moan answered for him and Joe quickly
fell into step beside Tyler, moving along the side of the building and
around to the back where they saw that there were more doors and windows
and therefore more rooms.

The first window that they came to was dark and there was nothing
discernible inside it. The second window, however, was not only lit up but
it was open too, allowing both the light and the sound from inside to drift
out into the night.

Easing their way up to the window, Joe and Tyler made sure that they were
standing in the shadows as they peered through the glass, both of them
gasping and grabbing the other's hand to steady themselves. What they saw
made them both hard in their pants in seconds.

Inside what was clearly a small apartment the young receptionist was spread
out on a bed, her arms wide, fists clutching at the sheets as she moaned,
her legs spread, held up on either side of a big beefy body. The strong
muscles on the guy's back flexed with each movement and the tight little
ass clenched with every thrust as the guy fucked her.

"Holy shit..." Joe gasped. "Is that..."

"Damien," Tyler nodded.

They watched mesmerised as their quiet teammate continued to pump his cock
into the older girl, fucking her in a steady rhythm that was feeding her
most of his cock without him being too rough to really be pounding her.

"How..." Joe was about to ask but he was interrupted by the sight of Cody
walking into the room, naked except for his socks, his hard, seven inch
cock standing up in front of him, bobbing in the air as he moved.

"Damn!" Tyler whispered, realizing there were in the middle of a
threesome. His cock was impossibly hard in his pants now.

They watched as Cody moved toward the bed but neither the girl nor Damien
seemed to notice that he was there, they were too lost in the feelings they
were giving each other. Cody then moved backwards, reaching down to stroke
his cock, moving his thumb around the head, spreading his precum over the
tip. But as hot as that sight was and as much as Tyler wanted to spend a
night getting to know that body and cock intimately he was more interested
in where Cody was looking, not at the girl with her jiggling tits on the
bed but at Damien's ass, on the tight little mounds moving with every
thrust. There was no mistaking that look. Cody wanted that ass.

Joe and Tyler made eye contact, a knowing look passing between them, and
they both felt their jaws drop when Cody stepped up to Damien and put his
hand on Damien's ass, not just touching but actually rubbing, caressing his
ass cheeks.

Damien paused his fuck for a moment, leaving his cock balls deep inside the
girl as he pushed Cody's arm away, but then he just picked back up, pulling
out and then plunging his cock right back into the girl as Cody stood
behind him, stroking his hard cock as he watched the scene before him.

"Fuck, I'm so hard..." Joe whispered.

"Me too," Tyler confessed. "Let's go to our room."

They hurried away from the window, leaving Cody, Damien and the girl alone
to do whatever else the night had in store for them. Just as they made it
back around to the front of the building the pool room door opened with Mr
Brown and Coach stepping out into the night air wearing nothing but their
towels, their bodies still wet from the water.

Tyler stood with his mouth open, staring at the two amazing bodies in front
of him until Joe gently elbowed him in the ribs and Tyler realized that
Coach had been asking a question.

"We were just heading for our room now, Coach," Joe said.

"Yeah," Tyler agreed.

"Does that mean you're going to bed?" Coach asked.

"Yes," Tyler nodded.

"Good, we are too," Coach replied, pointing at Mr Brown.

Once again Tyler's mind went into overdrive. He knew it was probably an
innocent statement and that the two were going up to their room to sleep
but he couldn't help it when his mind conjured up the image of the two big
men going to bed together. He was convinced they were going to fuck until
the sheets on one bed were so wet with sweat, lube and cum that they would
have to move to the other if they were ever going to sleep.

"Have you seen anyone else out of their room?" Coach asked.

Joe and Tyler looked at each other and immediately said "no" at exactly the
same time. Coach smiled and told the boys to sleep well as he turned and
walked toward the stairs with Mr Brown. Tyler and Joe followed close
behind, seeing the two hunks disappear into their room before they
continued on to their own.

As the door closed behind them Joe turned to Tyler and said, "Fuck man, I
can't believe that. How did Cody and Damien get in that girl's pants so
quickly?"

Tyler looked at Joe and smiled, "Clearly you don't know the effect Cody has
on people. Damn bro, at that party the other week when he was fucking that
girl in the bathroom he had only known her for about three hours and she
was putting out for him. This girl was probably hard to get for him."

"Fuck..." Joe gasped. "I wish I had that effect on people."

"You have that effect on me," Tyler grinned, biting his bottom lip.

Joe looked at Tyler's face and then his eyes travelled down Tyler's body
until they fell on the bulge between Tyler's legs. Joe started laughing and
pulled his top off, tossing it to one side as he flexed his muscles and
began posing for Tyler.

Tyler growled and quickly started walking toward Joe but Joe put up his
hand to stop him.

"Not so fast," Joe said. "I'm all hot and sticky. I want a quick shower
before we do anything."

"Why bother?" Tyler asked. "You're just gonna end up hot and sticky again."

Joe laughed, "That's different. I like it when we work up a sweat. Right
now I just feel dirty. Besides... I kind of want to make sure I'm clean."

"Oh..." Tyler said, understanding the true nature of Joe's desire to
shower. "Okay then."

Joe stripped the rest of his clothes off and walked toward the bathroom,
looking over his shoulder to see that Tyler's eyes were glued to his ass,
following it and watching every twitch and flex of the muscular cheeks.

"Hey..." Joe said, stopping in the doorway.

Tyler's eyes shot up from Joe's ass to his eyes and he blushed, knowing
that he had been caught staring and that Joe knew what he was thinking,
even though he really didn't need to feel embarrassed after everything they
had done together. "Yeah?"

"It's still pretty hot in here," Joe said. "Do you mind popping down to get
some ice from the machine?"

Tyler suddenly realized that his throat was dry and he simply nodded in
reply as Joe smiled and entered the bathroom, pushing the door until it was
almost closed. The one thing they never talked about now, and the one thing
Tyler never wanted to see Joe do, was what would be happening behind that
door at any moment. But, after a slightly messy encounter the previous week
that neither boy wanted to repeat they had agreed to find out how because
they both wanted to continue their bareback coupling and they didn't want
anything to ruin the magic of the moment when they did.

Leaving Joe to do what he needed to, Tyler headed out of the room and
across the landing, going straight down the stairs and into the small room
with the vending machines and the ice dispenser. He picked up one of the
buckets that were on a small plastic table beside the machine and filled it
almost to the top with ice, taking a cube and popping it in his mouth,
feeling it melt against his tongue.

He was just about to leave the room and head back up the stairs when he
heard voices and quickly ducked back into the doorway, listening carefully
as they approached.

"I told you that you wouldn't regret it," one of the voices said
quietly. Tyler knew immediately that it was Cody and his ears pricked up,
wanting to hear anything else that was said.

"I know, but... damn..." Damien replied in barely more than a whisper. "I
can't believe what that girl let us do. I can't believe what you let me
do."

Cody laughed, "It's all about doing what feels good. That felt good right?"

"Amazing," Damien agreed.

"Then that's all that matters, bro," Cody said. "Now let's get up to bed
before Coach finds out where we were."

Tyler listened to the footsteps as Cody and Damien walked up the stairs and
then the short way across the balcony to their room. When he heard their
door close he came out of his hiding place and moved towards the stairs
himself, his mind racing over what he had just heard, wondering what it
meant and what Cody had let Damien do. It couldn't mean what he was
picturing in his head.

At the top of the stairs Tyler was tempted to turn left, to go over to Cody
and Damien's room to try to hear any further conversation the two might
have been having, but then he thought about Joe and how he was getting
ready for him, how he would be fresh and clean and ready to go and so
instead he turned to the right and started walking toward his room.

The first window he had passed had been dark, the guys inside probably
already asleep. But as he passed the second window a flash of light caught
his eye and he turned his head to see that there was a slight gap in the
curtains where they hadn't quite met in the middle. He paused and slowly
walked backwards until he was level with the opening, not actually turning
his head and still looking forward. It was Coach and Mr Brown's room.

What would he see if he looked through that gap?

Tyler closed his eyes, trying to decide whether he should spy on them or if
he should leave them to whatever they were doing and continue on to his
room and his night with Joe. The idea of Joe naked and ready for him was
more than exciting and he was so ready to fuck his best friend's hot ass,
but picturing something going on in that room and passing up the
opportunity to see it, even if just for a second, proved too much for
him. He quietly approached the window and dropped down so that only his
head was above the windowsill.

Instead of looking through the gap straight away, Tyler first pressed his
ear gently against the glass, hoping to hear something inside to confirm or
dismiss what he was thinking. When he heard nothing he knew he had no other
choice but to look and so he took a deep breath, trying to prepare himself
for what he might see and praying that they wouldn't see him through that
same gap.

With one last deep breath Tyler moved his head so he could see through the
break in the curtains. It wasn't a very big space and he couldn't see much
of the room. What he could see however, was the same bed he had seen
earlier, and just like before the small case still lay atop the sheets,
which hadn't been touched. What did that mean? Were they not using the
second bed?

Tyler pressed in closer to the glass, moving his head around to try to see
more of the room but he couldn't see anything to give him any kind of
answer. His heart was pounding in his chest and he was really straining his
neck and his eyes trying to see something when suddenly an arm and a leg
came into view, thrown across the second bed. He gasped, seeing that the
arm and leg were both bare, and then his whole body shivered when the hand
turned into a fist, grabbing the sheets, and the toes on the end of the
foot curled up.

His body shivering made his arm jerk and about six pieces of ice flew out
of the bucket in his hand, crashing to the floor with what sounded like the
loudest bang he had ever heard. Tyler's eyes went wide and in a wild panic
he wrapped his arms around the bucket and sprinted back to his room,
struggling to get the door open, hoping no one had heard or would come to
investigate the noise. When he finally made it inside he fell back against
the door panting for breath, the shower in the bathroom still running.

"Is that you, Ty?" Joe called from the bathroom.

"Yeah," Tyler called back when he had managed to get control of his
breathing.

"What took you so long?" Joe asked, turning the water off.

Tyler's mind went back to what he had heard from Cody and Damien and what
he had seen through the gap in Coach and Mr Brown's curtains. He wanted to
tell Joe all about it, to ask him what he thought it all meant, but he
still felt like it was all in his head and he was reading far too much into
what could just have been innocent situations.

"I had to figure out how to use the damn machine," Tyler lied, covering for
himself.

"Well get your ass in here," Joe called, pulling the door open. He was
naked, water still dripping off his body as he moved a towel over his skin
to dry it. "I didn't get cleaned up so you can crawl all over me stinking
like a hog."

"Hey, I thought you liked my smell," Tyler protested.

"I do," Joe smiled. "I love it when you smell like a man. But there's a
limit to that."

Tyler nodded and then pretended to sniff his armpits, feigning disgust. He
knew he didn't smell bad, but he also knew what Joe was talking about. The
smell of a man could be so hot; the hint of sweat, the masculine odours of
aftershave and deodorant. There was nothing hotter than fucking after a
practice or a workout, getting to lick the salty sweat off of each other's
skin, getting to sniff and lick beneath each other's balls, getting to
slide your tongue into the moist crevice between two firm ass cheeks. But
that was fresh sweat, not the kind that lingers with you all day after a
couple of hours in a packed stadium or from being cramped in a warm minivan
with eleven other teenagers and two grown men. He wanted to feel clean and
sexy just like Joe did.

While Tyler stripped off his clothes ready for his shower, Joe filled the
sink with hot water to shave his face. Since they had returned from their
Spring Break trip Joe had kept his face mostly clean-shaven whereas Tyler
kept letting his stubble grow before shaving it off, liking how the facial
hair made him look older. Joe also kind of liked the stubble because it let
him know it was Tyler he was getting kissed by and not a girl.

Tyler turned on the water and stepped under the warm spray, letting out a
long moan as it crashed down on his back, the heat penetrating his
muscles. He moved his head from side to side and moved around under the
water, letting it wash over him, but his eyes were fixed forward, looking
at the mirrored wall or rather Joe's reflection in it as his body moved,
his big arm flexing with every stroke of the razor across his face, his abs
tightening as he leaned over to get a better look, wanting to make sure he
had caught every hair. Then Tyler's eyes fell on Joe himself, on the broad
shoulders and muscular back before eventually settling on Joe's tight ass
that was pointing in his direction, calling out to him.

Wanting to get to the fucking as quickly as possible, Tyler turned around
and grabbed the shower gel, soaping up his body and then rinsing it off,
repeating the process with the shampoo and his hair. He was just about to
turn the water off when he remembered what had happened just three days
earlier when he and Joe had fooled around and after he ate Joe's ass,
making him scream and almost cum without touching himself, Joe had turned
Tyler around and returned the favour for the first time, losing himself in
Tyler's big bubble butt until Tyler was almost begging for Joe to fuck
him. With that in mind and his cock rock hard between his legs, Tyler took
some extra soap and made sure both his ass and cock were extra clean.

Satisfied that he was ready for anything, or almost anything, Tyler turned
the water off and stepped out of the shower, drying himself as Joe pulled
the plug out of the sink and swirled the water around with his hand to wash
away the little hairs he had removed from his face.

Tyler then watched as Joe applied a balm to his smooth face, thinking to
himself how beautiful Joe was and how lucky he was to get to kiss that face
and those lips.

"Are you gonna shave, bro?" Joe asked.

"No," Tyler shook his head. "Why would I when you like it?"

"To save my ass from those bristles that damn near scratched me raw the
other week," Joe grinned.

Tyler laughed, "Hey, if you want something that will make your ass raw
you're looking in the wrong place."

He looked down at his cock and took it in one hand, gently slapping it
against the palm of the other.

"Yeah, you tried doing that the night of the pool party," Joe said, rolling
his eyes. "I like having your dick in me, Ty, but I also like to be able to
walk the next day."

Tyler burst out laughing and pushed Joe on the shoulder. The two then went
about their nightly routines that they had done together on countless
occasions, combing their damp hair and brushing their teeth while they
talked and joked around, Joe almost making Tyler choke on his toothbrush.

It wasn't until they had both put their brushes down on the counter that
Tyler noticed there was something on Joe's chest. He leaned in close and
took a quick sniff before extending his tongue to lick it off, taking a
little more time than needed around Joe's nipple.

"I hope that was toothpaste," Joe said. "If it was shaving cream your mouth
ain't coming anywhere near mine tonight."

"Why don't you taste my tongue and see?" Tyler smiled, sticking his tongue
out at Joe.

Tyler was caught off guard when Joe quickly closed the gap between them and
sucked Tyler's tongue into his mouth, running his own tongue across the
surface before pulling back with a grin. Joe then stepped back and held out
his arms, turning from one side to the other.

"Have I got anything else on me?" Joe asked.

Tyler was silent for a moment, still reeling from the sensation of having
his tongue suctioned by Joe's lips. He looked down at Joe's hot body,
biting his lip as he took in the firm pecs and the hard abs.

"No..." Tyler whispered, unable to take his eyes off Joe. "You are so
fucking sexy."

Joe turned to look in the mirror, flexing his muscles and posing to see
them pop for himself. His time in the gym lately had really started showing
on his body, which was harder and tighter than ever.

"Fuck..." Tyler gasped. He stepped up and placed his hand on Joe's
stomach. "You really do have the hottest abs I've ever seen."

The two made eye contact in the mirror and stared at each other for a
moment before they let their eyes drift downwards to see Tyler's hand
slowly tracing each of Joe's abdominal muscles, moving from one to the next
until he had reached what he thought were the signs of the seventh and
eighth ones, jealous that he only had six.

Tyler leaned up and gently kissed Joe's neck. "You drive me crazy, do you
know that?"

"Yeah..." Joe nodded, melting when he felt Tyler's lips against his
skin. He closed his eyes as Tyler stepped fully behind him, wrapping his
big arms around Joe's body, his pecs brushing against Joe's back, his
throbbing, rock hard cock resting against Joe's ass.

"I want every bit of you, every inch," Tyler whispered in Joe's ear as he
ran his hands around Joe's body, slowly moving down until he wrapped his
hand around Joe's rapidly growing cock and jerked it a few times.

"You can have it," Joe whimpered, his chest heaving.

"Yeah?" Tyler asked. "You gonna let me just take it?"

"Fuck... Yeah," Joe moaned, lost between the feeling of Tyler's strong hand
stroking his now full eight inch erection and the sensation of Tyler's hard
seven inch missile pressed against his ass ready to breach his outer shell.

"Do you need me to prepare you?" Tyler asked, swirling his fingers around
the tip of Joe's cock.

"No," Joe shook his head. "I'm ready. Fuck me."

Tyler kissed Joe's shoulder and let Joe's cock fall from his hand. Almost
too quick for Joe to realize what he was doing, Tyler ran out into the main
room and returned with the bottle of lube he had brought with him, flipping
open the cap and pouring the liquid into his hand, spreading it all over
his dick and then adding some more to two of his fingers which he swiftly
slid up inside Joe's hole, making Joe moan, shudder and bend over, grabbing
onto the counter surrounding the sink fearing his legs would give way.

"Fuck, Ty!" Joe gasped.

Tyler slid his fingers in and out of Joe's ass a few times, curling them up
slightly, reaching for Joe's spot. When Joe whimpered he knew he had found
it and he quickly removed his fingers, leaving Joe panting and clinging to
the sink.

"I want to see my dick disappear inside you," Tyler said as he caressed
Joe's back.

Joe said nothing as he let Tyler move him around the bathroom, easing him
over toward the toilet and then pushing him forward so he had no choice but
to climb up onto the seat on his knees, resting his forearms on the back to
support himself. He looked to the side and saw his reflection in the
mirror, seeing his trim muscular body, his back arched and his firm,
muscular ass pointing back and slightly upwards, directly toward where
Tyler's hard cock stood tall, glistening with lube, ready to fuck him.

Just like earlier Joe thought the image of himself in a submissive
position, about to get fucked, should have triggered all kinds of alarm
bells, it should have repulsed him and sent him running out of the door,
but instead it turned him on more than anything else ever had before. It
was the hottest thing he had ever seen and he couldn't take his eyes off
Tyler's cock, wanting to see it as it pushed through and slid inside him.

Tyler was watching Joe through the mirror too. He watched the expression on
Joe's face as Joe saw himself reflected and took in what was about to
happen. What surprised Tyler the most was that as Joe continued to look at
himself and to look back at Tyler, or more specifically at his cock, Joe's
stance never weakened and his own dick was throbbing and leaking between
his legs, a drop of precum falling from the tip onto the lid of the closed
toilet seat.

Slowly, Tyler closed the gap between them, watching the distance between
his dick and Joe's ass get smaller with each tiny step. The anticipation of
watching the two inch closer and closer together was almost overwhelming.

Instead of going straight in, pressing his dick to Joe's hole, Tyler let
his cock slide up Joe's crack, watching in awe as it glided up and down
between Joe's cheeks. In the reflection of the mirror and against Joe's ass
his dick looked bigger than ever and he wondered how Joe could take it all,
but he had almost a dozen times now and it got easier every time.

"Fuck, your cock looks huge," Joe groaned, staring at Tyler's cock as it
slid back and forth, the tip rising out from between the cheeks, up to the
bottom of his back before disappearing into the crack again. Was that how
far up inside him it went?

"Yeah..." Tyler agreed. "Imagine how big yours would look against my
ass..."

Tyler's cock pulsed and his ass twitched with that thought. His body
quivered. He eased his hips back and lined his cock up to Joe's hole,
keeping it there as he looked at Joe's face in the mirror.

"Are you ready?" Tyler asked.

"Yes," Joe nodded. "Put it in. I wanna watch it go in."

Tyler kept his fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, holding it
steady as he began to push forward, feeling the slight resistance of Joe's
ring before it started to give way and the head of his cock began to make
its entrance.

"Oh shit," Joe moaned, wanting to close his eyes and bury his face against
his arm, even to bite it, but he couldn't take his eyes away from the sight
of Tyler's dick slowly disappearing between his ass cheeks as Tyler's hips
moved closer to his ass and the hard dick breached his hole and slid into
him, pushing against his inner walls.

Tyler himself was torn between where to look. He started out by looking in
the mirror, watching the same thing that Joe was, him burying his cock in
Joe's ass. But then he glanced down and got a view that he wished Joe could
see too, a view from above as his dick pushed into Joe's hole, stretching
the tight sphincter around the girth of his shaft, seeing it hug and kiss
his dick as he moved deeper and deeper until finally it was completely in,
balls deep, nothing left, their bodies completely joined, Tyler fully
sheathed inside Joe.

Tyler moved his hands to Joe's hips, holding him still on his cock, making
sure he kept it as deep as possible as Joe's ass twitched and clenched
around the invading dick, quickly getting used to it and relaxing.

Slowly, Tyler then drew his hips backwards, moving his arm out of the way
so he could watch as his cock reappeared, the shaft sliding back out until
just the head was left inside Joe's ass, dragging the rim backwards as it
threatened to escape. Seeing Joe's hole clinging to his cock, not wanting
to let it go, was an incredible sight and so Tyler gently rocked back and
forth, letting the head of his cock caress Joe's opening.

"Oh fuck, Ty! Oh fuck!" Joe screamed as waves of pleasure crashed over him.

Tyler smiled and then gently eased his way back into Joe's ass, bottoming
out and then immediately withdrawing, repeating the process over and over,
using the whole length of his dick to massage Joe's insides, long-dicking
him as they both watched Tyler's shaft disappear and reappear like some
kind of insanely hot magic trick.

Joe heard his own whimpers but it was seeing his face twisted in pleasure
as Tyler's cock filled his hole, caressing the walls of his ass, giving him
feelings of pleasure nothing else had, that made his cock twitch and
leak. He was wide-eyed and open-mouthed as Tyler's dick sawed in and out of
him.

As the first beads of sweat began to build on his body, Tyler picked up the
pace so he was fucking Joe's ass in a steady rhythm. They both moaned at
the feelings they were creating in each other, each loving their role and
that they needed the other to achieve such pleasure.

Joe pushed himself up so that his hands were now on the back of the toilet
supporting his weight and he arched his back, pushing his ass up and out,
further toward Tyler, inviting him to fuck it harder and deeper as he
tightened his hole, squeezing Tyler's dick every time it was thrust into
him.

"Oh fuck! Keep doing that!" Tyler screamed. "You're so tight."

"Fuck me, Tyler! Fuck me! Oh God, give me that dick," Joe moaned.

The sight and sound of Joe getting so into their fuck, actively
participating as he pushed backwards, matching Tyler's thrusts with ones of
his own so he was riding Tyler's dick almost as much as he was getting
fucked by it, was the hottest thing Tyler had ever seen and heard and
neither could take their eyes off their reflection in the mirror.

Knowing that Joe was in to it as much as he was, Tyler slapped Joe's ass
and then ran his hand up Joe's cheek, over the small of his back and up
across his thick shoulders. He continued to caress Joe's skin with his hand
until he slid his arm under one of Joe's and pulled him even further back
until his chest and Joe's back were pressed together.

In this new position, Tyler's dick was going deeper into Joe's ass than it
had before, but they were barely moving, grinding together to achieve
maximum penetration. While Tyler's dick couldn't be seen even as it moved,
Joe's hard, throbbing eight-inch masterpiece was on full display, bobbing
up and down in the air in front of him, standing up toward the ceiling,
precum not just leaking from the tip but cascading from the slit, down over
the head until it coated the shaft, making the whole thing shine.

Tyler leaned in and kissed Joe's neck and shoulder. He was so hard it
almost hurt and he thought that he might cum at any moment but he was
determined to make the fuck last, not knowing when they might ever have an
opportunity like the one before them ever again.

"Look at your fucking big dick," Tyler whispered in Joe's ear as he reached
around and stroked the dripping shaft.

"Oh God yeah!" Joe moaned, throwing his head back against Tyler's
shoulder. He felt like he was about to leave his body as his dick got
stroked and his ass got fucked.

Tyler let Joe's dick go and ran his hands up Joe's body, feeling his abs
and his pecs, grabbing on to his chest as he continued to pound his dick
into Joe's ass.

"You are so fucking hot, Joe," Tyler moaned. "Look at yourself."

Tyler then pulled Joe backwards, off the seat and onto his feet, never once
letting his cock slip from Joe's ass, though he had to rise up on the balls
of his feet a little due to the inch and a half height difference between
them. He then turned their bodies so that Joe was facing the mirror with
Tyler behind him, Joe's entire body on display.

"Yeah..." Tyler groaned, looking over Joe's shoulder as he ran his hands
all over Joe's body, still gently thrusting his cock into Joe's ass, "so
sexy."

Joe's low moans as Tyler continued to fuck him, accompanied by the
throbbing, twitching cock that bounced and jerked every time Tyler drove
his dick into Joe's depths, told Tyler that Joe liked it as much as he did
so he continued.

"I love your chest," Tyler said, moving his hands around Joe's pecs,
grabbing onto them and squeezing, letting his fingertips trace the shape of
the muscle and gently pinch Joe's nipples.

"I love your abs," Tyler continued, stroking Joe's abs with his hand,
wanting to feel each muscle beneath the skin. He then placed his hand flat
against Joe's rock hard stomach and hammered his cock into Joe's ass,
wishing he could feel his dick crash into his palm even though he knew it
was impossible.

"And damn, I love your big dick," Tyler moaned, wrapping his fingers around
the base of Joe's cock, sliding his hand back and forth over the long
shaft, his eyes connecting with Joe's through the mirror.

Joe had never felt hotter. Hearing Tyler talk about him with such awe and
lust and seeing the look on his face was the biggest turn on so far in his
young life. Most of the guys on the team, and even just at the school,
looked up to Tyler as having the perfect physique, even at his age, so
hearing Tyler's admiration gave Joe a sense of pride that heightened the
feelings, especially those inside him as Tyler's pulsing cock continually
assaulted his prostate.

Tyler then did something that Joe had never experienced before. While Tyler
was still plunging his dick into Joe's ass he created a ring with his thumb
and middle finger and wrapped them around the base of Joe's dick, circling
not just his cock but his balls too. Joe moaned because it was almost
painful, but it also seemed to trap the blood in his cock, which throbbed
even more and felt constantly like he was about to cum as Tyler used his
cock as a handle pulling their bodies together, crashing his hips against
Joe's ass.

"Fuck! I want you on your back," Tyler growled.

"Then let's go to bed," Joe moaned.

"No," Tyler shook his head. "I want to watch you take my dick. I want you
to see what you look like, what I love to see."

Before Joe could reply, Tyler pulled his pulsating cock out of Joe's ass
and left the bathroom, returning moments later with the chest of drawers
from between the two beds.

"What the fuck?" Joe asked, still reeling from having the dick yanked out
of his ass and wishing it was back in there.

Tyler said nothing as he placed the drawers in the middle of the floor, in
full view of the mirrored wall, and then he grabbed Joe's hand and guided
him to the drawers, pushing him down to lay on top of them. Joe wasn't sure
they would take his weight but he trusted Tyler and let himself be led.

Joe reclined across the top of the drawers and looked up at Tyler, who was
staring at him like he wanted to devour him. Instinctively Joe raised his
legs and pulled them back against his chest, opening himself up to Tyler,
silently begging for his cock.

Tyler grinned, wanting nothing more than to be back inside Joe again. He
stepped between Joe's spread legs and grabbed Joe's ankles, holding them up
and apart as he lined his dick up with Joe's hole and thrust forward,
burying his cock in Joe's ass in one quick push.

"Oh fuck!" Joe screamed as his hole was breached, Tyler's cock filling him
so perfectly. "Fuck me!"

Tyler immediately went to work, fucking Joe's ass, watching his cock as it
disappeared into Joe's tight tunnel, their hips slapping together.

Wanting to see their coupling in the mirror, the point where they joined,
Tyler pushed Joe's leg right back, giving a clear view of Tyler's dick
slicing its way in and out of Joe's hole, sinking in and then emerging
again a moment later.

Using the leg for leverage, Tyler hammered his cock into Joe's hole,
fucking him as hard as he thought Joe and the chest of drawers would
allow. Joe was screaming, throwing his head from side to side, reaching
down with one hand to hold onto the drawers so he didn't slide off and up
with the other to run his hand over Tyler's incredible body as it bore down
on him.

Tyler stared into Joe's eyes as he fucked him and soon felt the familiar
tingling begin to bubble up in the bottom of his balls. His eyes drifted
over Joe's incredible body, now covered in sweat, his hard pecs and abs
glistening with the perspiration, looking bigger and more defined than
ever, and Joe's big dick was still leaking, bouncing off his abs with every
thrust he made into Joe's ass. Tyler wanted Joe to see what he was seeing.

While still plunging his cock into Joe's ass, hard, pounding him deep,
Tyler grabbed hold of the drawers and turned them around so Joe's head was
now facing the mirror and Tyler could look at his own incredible body as
his muscles tensed, flexed and rippled from the fuck he was giving Joe. He
then slid Joe forward so that Joe's head fell off the drawers and hung down
over the edge, so that Joe was now looking at the same thing Tyler was only
upside down.

Joe gasped when he saw the image reflected in the mirrored wall. He was
spread out on the top of the drawers with his back ached, his ass hanging
off the other side as Tyler drove his dick into it, and his body looked
insane. His chest was heaving with his strained breaths and his pecs looked
huge. His abs were tight and so defined they looked unreal every time he
let out a panted breath and his stomach shrunk, the sweat covering his body
making them glisten. His big dick flopped around, whacking Tyler's abs as
it flew up one way and then crashed down against his own when it came back
the other. And then there was Tyler himself, huge, built, muscular Tyler,
the very image of a man, every muscle popping as he fucked him, two hot
guys locked in the most carnal of pleasures.

Joe wasn't even sure he felt his orgasm coming on but he stared wide-eyed
at the mirror, making eye contact with himself in disbelief and then
looking up to watch his body spasm and cum rocket out of his cock, shooting
over and over and over again from the tip of his pulsing dick, spraying his
body with the thick white liquid, painting his chest and abs with his
cream.

His body went limp across the drawers as Tyler continued to fuck his ass,
taking the final few strokes needed for him to reach the edge, and then for
the first time since they first had sex Tyler pulled his dick out of Joe's
ass to cum, stroking his cock just twice before it exploded all over Joe's
body, firing his load all the way up to Joe's chin and coating Joe's chest
and abs with the extra shots.

It took almost a full minute for them to come down from their orgasms as
their cocks stopped twitching and they gained control over their breathing
again. Tyler looked down at Joe, literally covered in cum, and smiled. He
bent down and ran his tongue through a particularly deep puddle, scooping
it up and then he moved up, pushing his tongue into Joe's mouth, sharing it
as they made out.

"Damn, that was amazing," Tyler moaned when they pulled apart.

"I don't think I've ever cum like that before," Joe gasped.

"It was so hot watching ourselves," Tyler said.

"Yeah, it was," Joe agreed.

"I just wish you could see everything the way I do," Tyler went on.

"I want to," Joe said.

"How?" Tyler asked, feeling his hole give a little involuntary twitch as he
thought about them switching roles so Joe could see things from the same
angles he did.

"Maybe we could video it," Joe said. "Then we can both see what the other
does."

Tyler stared down at Joe, shocked by the suggestion, but suddenly nothing
had ever sounded hotter. He smiled and leaned in to kiss Joe again, all he
needed now was a good camera.



To be continued...