Date: Tue, 26 Sep 2023 14:54:55 +0200 (CEST) From: ylenia@tutanota.com Subject: Naivete In North Carolina Part Six Gay Young Friends For those that read this, if you like it (or have some suggestions or complaints) feel free to email me. My email address is: ylenia@tutanota.com Like most authors on here and in the outside mainstream world, feedback is important to us. If we don't hear from people, we can't improve! Hope you all get some enjoyment out of this, this is a continuation of the first part of the story with mostly new characters and new settings. Jimmy has gone on to college and is living in the frat house with his 19 year old boyfriend. More people come in to the story as it progresses and it follows Jimmy's journey from a 12 year old genius boy to a nationally known football coach and championship winner, all before he becomes a teen. None of the names or activities are real! There's a lot more story to come, I'll be posting new parts every few days! If you like any of the Nifty stories, and can afford it then send it in and help sustain Nifty with your donations! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Naivete In North Carolina - Part Six There was no time for hanky panky on the bus ride home, we were back too soon after it got dark and people hadn't gone to sleep. I was a little frustrated, I wanted to get my dick sucked all the way home, switching out between Rudy, Findley and Jackson. Now that I'd freed Jackson of having to think for himself when it came to sex he seemed to be having so much more fun. He took to getting fucked like a true bottom, it was almost amusing to watch him and Findley argue about who got fucked first. At least Rudy was still versatile. It was 11pm when we got back to campus and all of us headed to Rudy's house for a little session. Daniel still wasn't going to fuck anyone but me but his dick was in all of their throats for extended periods. Plus he loved Findley eating his ass, after that first day of hesitation it became one of his favorite things to do. My dick actually grew some too. One day I measured it and I was at 4", that was a full quarter of an inch! I felt like Daniel, well almost. As soon as the door closed there was a flurry of clothes being tossed and my three boys were kneeling at my feet. I gently rubbed their heads and lifted each face in turn to give them a kiss and a smile. "Findley, carry me to the bedroom, you two follow." I said and he picked me up like I was a baby and held me tight as he walked into the bedroom. "Keep me up in your arms, Rudy and Jackson undress me." and they reverently took off my clothes, one piece at a time. I could tell they both wanted to kiss the places they laid bare but I hadn't said they could so they kept going. Findley had to shift me a couple of times as they finished stripping me and then I was naked. "Lay me in the middle of the bed. Findley you start at my face, Jackson and Rudy at my feet. Meet at my dick and take turns licking my balls and sucking my dick." I felt like something truly precious as these three grown men worked over my body. Their tongues felt so good on my skin, once Findley was away from my face I motioned to Daniel to come over and he and I kissed while they finished their task. They all met at my dick and for the next 10 minutes they took turns licking and sucking me while Daniel kissed me. "Make me cum." I ordered. I hadn't said who on purpose, I wanted to see how they resolved the situation. I felt a mouth on me and I knew from the softness of his chin as he touched my bare pubes that it was Findley's mouth. He hadn't started to shave yet and there was no friction from his chin rubbing me. I felt two tongues on my balls and they both took one in their mouths and sucked. I felt them pull slightly away from my body and the sensation was so good. Jackson and Rudy were kissing each other as they did this and their tongues rubbed my balls each time they went from mouth to mouth. Findley was sucking hard, I had said I wanted to cum and that's all he needed to suck me fast. I could feel the orgasm coming, it would be my first one since 4am when Daniel quickly sucked me before our bus ride. I do love cumming over and over but there's something about an orgasm after a period of time that's so intense. "I'm gonna cum." I announced and Findley took my dick all the way in his mouth and just kept his tongue moving as I throbbed over and over. My balls had pulled themselves out of the other two mouths, drawing back up tight as they tried their best to shoot some sperm. I knew it couldn't be all that long until I had sperm and I both wanted and didn't want it. I knew once I got sperm I wouldn't be able to cum over and over but I did so want to feed all my boys my own sperm. I then had them take turns fucking each other. Findley wasn't really into it when I first started them but he grew to like it and learned to fuck like the other two. It was cool to make them not cum for an hour or more while both fucking and getting fucked. Sometimes I took their cum but again I liked watching as much as doing it myself. We broke up that night and things over the next two weeks were pretty much the same. Lots of sexual activity, football practice and two games that we won handily. We were 8-0 now and had two more games remaining in our regular season. We had gone up to 6th in the rankings, passing Florida State finally, they were 11th now. There was one team left on our schedule that we might have trouble with and that was North Carolina, they were ranked 2nd. They were a tough team, the champions from last year and were coming to College Park to play us on the final week of the season. Our team seemed to get better and better, the players were back healthy again. Our starting QB Jamie had to take two weeks off to heal up and Kenny performed very well in both those games. A lot of the players would come and talk to me. Not just about football issues but other things once it got around that I listened, didn't judge and always had a suggestion to make it better. Also I had gotten the okay from both the OC and the head coach to try to see if we could use a trick play I had dreamed up. We often used an end around run where the wide receiver would go in motion towards the QB and take the hand off, then do the run to the opposite side of where he was originally set up. It did okay, nothing spectacular. I had taken both our wide receivers into the indoor practice facility to see if either of them could throw the ball. It turned out one of them was a high school QB who had changed to wide receiver because he wasn't good enough to be a starter as a QB in college. The other one threw horribly so it was an easy choice. I had him throwing the passes both on the run and in a set position and he seemed to have decent enough accuracy. When I was satisfied it could work then I decided it was time to talk it over with the head coach. It worked out well since I knew I wanted to have a big rally for the last game, I could do the meeting and get both tasks taken care of at the same time. I went to the head coach's office to see him. I had called ahead to make sure he had the time. He was there in his office at the appointed time, along with the offensive coordinator. There were moments where I had some sense of doubt, I kept thinking that I'm just 12 and they've been doing this forever, how could I tell them anything? Then that went away when I thought about my three boys. I knocked on the open door and he waved me in and pointed at a chair. "So, what's on your mind Jimmy?" he asked. "A couple of things. First, I want to have a big rally on the Friday night before our game against North Carolina. The last one helped energize us against Florida State, it can't hurt to do it again. I have no idea who to call to set it all up though. Second, you were mentioning that our offense needed a trick play and I think I've come up with something that might be worth trying." I answered. He went into his Rolodex and gave me a few cards from it. "Here's the numbers for the people in charge of the band, cheerleaders, pep squad. Also the maintenance people who set up the stage, the bonfire, everything else." I took the cards. "Are they really going to listen to me?" I still worried at times about people I didn't associate with thinking I was just a little kid. "Trust me, after that last rally everyone knows who you are. Just introduce yourself as Coach Jimmy Jones and tell them Dr Seronta asked you to handle setting up the big rally." he answered with a smile. "Now, what's your play idea?" I spent the next 30 minutes telling them my idea. I drew it up on the board and told them of my experience with the wide receiver that can throw. When I got done I looked at the two of them. "Please guys, you don't have to spare my feelings. If it's a load of crock, tell me. It's my first try at this and if I don't get criticism I'll never learn the right way." Then I watched the two of them as they looked at how I drew the play up and it was weird, it was like they had to walk around even though it was a two dimensional surface. The two of them went off in the far corner of the office and were whispering to each other. I didn't try to overhear. I figured there was some glaring error and they were trying to figure out how to tactfully tell me. I saw them both nod and they came back over to where I was standing by the board. The head coach nodded at the OC and he came up to the board. "Tom and I talked it over and we've never seen a clearer play description. There's no reason why it won't work, in fact it should absolutely work. We will practice it today but we won't use the play until we play North Carolina in the final game. Are you sure you're not after my job?" and he kept a serious expression for long enough that I had to squirm before laughing. "This is why we're paying you. Well, part of it. New ideas. You haven't been a coach before, haven't played the game. You have fresh eyes for a stale situation. If we can execute this properly we'll score. Any ideas how to set it up?" Tom asked. I was in a bit of shock that they were so happy with the play. "Well, we use this same setup 3-4 times a game, I thought if we used the basic original play and then sprung this one late in the game it would be most effective." I ventured. "Exactly right. Again. Are you after my job too?" the head coach asked but he laughed right away. "Let's keep this under wraps until practice. I want you to take the players and run through the play a few times." Then he went into a drawer and pulled out a whistle. Even the whistle had the Terp's logo on it. "You'll need this to stop and start them. Then next week we'll get you the defense and do it for real." "Thanks coach Nugent." "No, you're a coach too. You do the same as we do, call us by our first names." he said and then Al nodded yes too. I smiled at the two of them. I felt like a great weight had been lifted and I didn't realize I was that tense. "Was that it?" I nodded yes. "Good, start the calls for the rally. Once you get the ball rolling then call all the big honchos offices. Ask for them by name, don't get fobbed off on some secretary. See you later at practice. You can use your office to do the calls." and I looked blankly at him. I didn't know I had an office. He laughed. "I forgot to mention that?" he asked and I nodded. "Come on, let's show you." With that we left the locker area and walked through a set of doors into a more obvious office area. There were secretaries working away and a few interns who were doing some undefinable tasks. "Can I have your attention please!" Tom said loudly and everyone stopped what they were doing. He waited until one of the secretaries hung up the phone call she was on then brought me beside him. "This is coach Jimmy Jones. I'm sure all of you have heard of him by now, you might not all know that he's a paid member of the coaching staff." There was some applause at this and a lot of people smiling. We walked down to a desk where a pretty, young woman was sitting. "Jimmy, this is Irene, she's the secretary for both you and Al. Anything you need typed, calls, anything like that and she can handle it." She got up and I shook her hand. I think I was going back into shock. "Irene, show Jimmy his office and where all the bodies are buried, I have to get back to work." He and Al both left and it was just me and the secretary. "Hi Coach Jones." she said. "Follow me please." Then she led me two doors down where there was an office with a huge desk and chair and three more chairs. The door had a nameplate with my name engraved on it. On the walls were framed copies of the two Diamondback papers with my game ball and the rally. She led me around and showed me how to work the phone, it was the first time I'd ever seen a phone with ways to put people on hold. There was a small box on the table and she opened it. "Here are your business cards, most of the other coaches carry some with them." "Thanks. I'm sure I have a lot to learn, I hope you'll bear with me. Also, do you have to call me Coach Jones? Can't you call me Jimmy?" I asked. She looked at me and smiled. "I can when it's just us. If you have visitors you have to be Coach Jones!" and we both laughed. "Try the chair out, I can show you how to adjust it if you need to." I sat down and I felt like there was room for at least two of me. It was too low also and she showed me how to get it so I could see over the desk. Then she showed me the desk had been stocked with basic supplies. Paper, pens, pencils, etc. It was such an odd feeling sitting here, behind a desk in an office. With a secretary. Daniel is going to have a cow when I tell him about this. "Is there anything else Coach.. um Jimmy?" and I grinned at her. "No, thanks for your help. I'll probably be bugging you a lot but I'll try not to be too much of a pest. Now I have to start making calls to set up the next rally. Do you know who took care of setup for the other one?" "I did the initial calls, then people from administration took over." she answered. "That's great! If I have any issues, I'll call you." Then she showed me the button on the intercom. "Press this, if I'm at my desk I'll answer. If not leave me a note and I'll get with you as soon as I finish whatever task I'm doing. We are here from 8am -- 430pm Monday through Friday. If you need me I can work overtime." and with that she was gone. This office was as big as our room at the frat. It could use a couch for a nap or other activities. The door was solid, it locked and there were no windows, I could get up to a lot of no good stuff in here. The buzzer on the intercom went off and I almost pissed myself. "Yes?" I asked. "Tomorrow morning at 9am I have three applicants to be your intern. Can you make it at that time? If not I can reschedule them." Irene asked. "I will be here to see them and thanks for setting it up." "You're welcome." and the intercom was quiet. Now I get interns too? I wonder if they'll be cute? Then I got to work and made all the calls. I have to admit that despite the coach's assurance I didn't think it would be as easy as it was. I called the head of that department, introduced myself to their secretary and was put right through. I was assured there would be no problems getting everyone together. I had made notes as I called people, making sure I got names so there wouldn't be any confusion. After calling the administration offices to relay the messages to them I was about tired out. This office work was hard! I had five pages of notes and I took them to Irene. "I'm not sure exactly what your job is but I'd like to get these all typed so I can more easily read them if I need to." I said handing her my notes. "Impressive. Plus I can actually read what you wrote. You'd be surprised how many people jot stuff down fast and then expect us poor secretaries to decipher the code! This will be a pleasure. I'll file them if you'd like. They'll be in your bottom desk drawer in a folder marked "rally" if that's okay?" "Perfect and thanks again for all your help. Now I'm escaping!" and we both laughed. I went out the other direction, in case anyone was in the locker areas. I had dressed in my coach's clothing but since nobody else was wearing it I figured I could not bother either. It would be more comfortable in just normal clothes. I had been sent over another 6 sets of pants and shirts. They even found me the appropriate shoes to wear from the sponsor. I reminded myself to take a set of them to the office in case I had to meet someone. I wanted to dress appropriately. When I got back to the frat it was pretty much deserted. I trekked up to our room and heard the shower going when I came inside. I quickly stripped and then quietly made my way to the bathroom. I could hear Daniel singing, or whatever he called it, he thought he was all alone. I crept in and got right to the shower curtain. "Can I come in too?" I loudly asked and he yelled out. I had scared my poor man and I felt so bad. That was sarcasm, in case you couldn't tell. "I'm gonna throttle you." Daniel growled but it was cut off when I climbed naked into the shower with him. "I'm a dirty little boy." I said in that innocent voice. "Can you wash me?" and I picked up the soap in both hands and held it up to him. It was so cool, it was like he melted looking at me. I was watching his body language, his facial expressions and whatever they had been was nothing but love now. "Come here, I'll wash you." he answered. "All over?" I asked again in that innocent voice. "Yes, all over." he answered and he drew me in his arms for a kiss. The water rained down on us as he thoroughly kissed me. "Your mouth is clean now." he said with a smile. Then he carefully washed me again from my little feet to my hair before rinsing me off. "Can I clean one part of you?" I asked, still innocent. "Any part you want." he replied and I leaned over and sucked his soft dick in my mouth. I never got tired of having him get hard inside my mouth, then feeling his dick pressing its way into my throat. I kept my tongue moving until he had gotten totally hard and then I pulled slowly off. "There, that part is nice and clean now!" and I giggled. He had been done in the shower and he quickly washed my saliva off his dick and then we got out. I was heading for the bed as Daniel was getting dressed. I looked around in surprise and he pointed at the clock. Damn! I had no idea it was already 3pm, I must have been in the office a lot longer than I thought. We would have to get to practice soon. As I got dressed in my coach's clothes I picked up my whistle and Daniel gave me a look. I just smiled and hung it around my neck and off I went. I had to get there 30 minutes early so Daniel and I split up and I went in the locker area. Once practice had started I saw Al going to the players I needed and pointing them towards me. I had gotten my own little area, off to the side. When the guys came over I had them take a seat while I explained the play to them. Then I had them line up and when I blew the whistle they started the play. It seemed all screwy to start. The offensive linemen were downfield and that's a penalty. I blew again and it all stopped. I felt so small with the entire offensive unit around me. Daniel was part of this play as well as the others and I tried again to explain, it wasn't a run. Just hold your blocks until the pass was away. Then we did it again. Over and over until even I was tired watching them. By the 15th time they seemed in sync. The ersatz QB was throwing like he should, he was on target and there were 3 depths of receivers to choose from. Daniel was really the outlet, the last resort. The other two wide receivers, one went deep and the throw covered 35 yards. The other one was 20 yards. Everyone was huffing and puffing, even though it was a chill December afternoon. Even I was out of breath, I was running with them, behind them, in front, I wanted to watch it from every angle. Finally I was satisfied, for a first day of it. "Okay, everyone relax. I think that's enough for today. You've all done a great job picking up what I wanted the play to do. We'll work on it more tomorrow." I blew the whistle and they all headed back to the rest of the offense. I didn't know it but Al had been watching me from the tower as I ran the guys through their paces. When they all got back in with the rest of the offense and the head coach was done running through things with me Al came over. "Jimmy, got a minute?" he asked. "Sure, always. What's up?" "I was watching how you did the play drill with the guys. You really have been watching what we've been doing, haven't you? You did things the same way I would have. You ran them enough to get them sweating but not so much they'd be tired and lose interest." "I do try to pay attention. I have to admit I'm more interested in offense than defense, I guess because I'm rooming with Daniel and he's on the offense. I really appreciate you telling me this, until someone says it's good or not so good, or bad, I have no idea. Like I told you back when we discussed the play the first time, I can handle criticism because that's how I'll learn." and Al just smiled at me. Then he pushed me over to where the entire offense was sitting, waiting for him. "Let's go guys, run through the first 10 plays. Jimmy, you take care of this for me while I do some work with Findley." Then he just walked off and left me with 30 men who were all looking at me. "Okay, let's do it!" I said and blew the whistle and off we went. I did just like I always saw Al do, I was behind the play when they ran it, to the side, in front and when I saw something not right I blew the whistle. They were conditioned to that whistle, they started when it blew, they stopped when it blew whether or not they were done with the play. Only a few of the plays required a second go around and I was pleased at how crisp they seemed. It really helped that I could tell them exactly why I blew the whistle to stop a play and they knew they had screwed up before I blew it. When they were done we were alone at our end of the field. I knew this was usually the final thing done in practice so I blew the whistle again and huddled up with them. "Men, you're doing great. We're going to be ready for this weekend." I said. "And the next one!" I heard someone say. "None of that. One week at a time. Let's win this week and then we'll think about next week." I said and I blew the whistle and we all headed for the locker room. I had just a momentary doubt about my taking the guys off the practice field but I knew we were done and Al had left me there in charge. I was running in front of them. When we got to the door the defense was going in at the same time and I saw Al, Tom and Jerry, he was the defensive coordinator, all talking and looking in my general direction. After a shower and the mandatory ruffling and butt pats I was dressed in my regular clothes. I had been told to toss all the coach clothes in the wash and they'd get delivered to my office after they had been cleaned. Daniel had all kinds of questions about when I got the whistle and was I taking over the entire team but the last part was said with a smile so I knew he wasn't serious. I did mention I was interviewing interns tomorrow morning, had three of them coming in at 9am and he gave me a look and I knew exactly what that look meant. "Hey, he will be my intern, don't I get at least an occasional blowjob from him?" and I started to giggle. "Look but don't touch!" he growled and I kissed him. The next morning Daniel had to leave early for a class so I took a shower, dressed in my coach's clothes and then looked at myself in the mirror. It still seemed absurd to me that I was now a paid college football coach but I knew my capabilities and I was pleased to know others did also. I got into the office at 830am, I always hate when people are late and I'm usually 10-15 minutes early so I wanted to get there before any of the prospective interns arrived. I brought my game ball and Irene had found me a case and now it was on my bookcase. My very empty bookcase. I had to get something to go in there, time to hit up the used books stores in the area. I buzzed the intercom. "Yes Jimmy?" "Irene, where can I find something to drink? Right now I'd kill for a black coffee but even like a soft drink?" "Just tell me what you want, I'll bring it. It's all part of the job. I'll bring your coffee." and within a minute I had a Terrapin mug in front of me. "You can order your own mugs, the other coaches have them." she said. "Can you just take care of things like that? Things I have no idea about? By the time I learn enough to ask for something the season will be over!" and we laughed. At 9am exactly the intercom went off. "Yes Irene?" I asked. "Your first applicant is here." "Bring him in please." I said and I stood up to meet him. God I hope he's not like freakishly tall, then I laughed to myself. Irene came through the door with a nice looking guy, he looked around Daniel's age. To be an intern he had to be an undergraduate so between 18-22. He was about Findley's height so not towering. "This is Coach Jones, if you get the job you'll be his intern. This is Jeremy Swift." and she left the two of us together. I came around the desk and shook his hand, then pointed him to a chair and closed the door. As I walked past him I noticed he smelled really good. He also seemed almost scared for some reason. Maybe he hasn't noticed I'm a little kid? In any event I put those thoughts behind me and I sat behind the desk and looked him in the eyes. "Hello Jeremy, as Irene said I'm Coach Jones. If you get the job though we won't be quite that formal." and I smiled at him and he seemed to relax. "Nice to meet you Coach Jones. I really hope I can get the position. Working with someone like you would look great on my CV." "Ahh, flattery will get you everywhere." I said and we both laughed. "Still I doubt that putting on the CV that you worked for a kid is going to count for a lot." "You're pretty much the most well known sports coach on the entire campus. You were well known before that. I was at the cafeteria and even came to your fraternity party!" "Don't tell any of my secrets then!" I asked. "Now, tell me why you want the position." Over the next 15 minutes I let him talk, with an occasional interruption to clarify a point. He was 19 and seemed very bright except for his seemingly unceasing admiration for me. I had three boys, I don't need another one! I had the clock behind him. I knew Irene had scheduled guys every 30 minutes so I still had a few more to use with him. I realized something as we talked. Irene hadn't told me exactly what an intern does for me. "Jeremy, can you excuse me for just a minute? I have to tell Irene something urgent I forgot." and I didn't want for an answer. I went to Irene's desk and she looked up. "Is something wrong?" she asked. "After talking to Jeremy I realized that nobody had told me exactly what an intern does, what their duties are. It's going to be hard to make a decision when I don't know what they do." Her mouth dropped a little and she looked at me. "I'm so sorry. I just assumed they had told you." Irene answered. "Your intern is like a gofer. He does any types of tasks you want him to do." "Am I supposed to be taking him with me to the field? Teaching him anything?" "Well, yeah maybe. Haven't you noticed the boys who aren't in team colors who seem to always be around when the other coaches are?" I thought about it and now that she mentioned it I had. I just paid them no attention because they weren't what I was interested in. "Yeah I saw them but ignored them." She laughed. "That's an intern's life. To be ignored until needed, then to get yelled at when something isn't done that nobody ever told them to do." "Thanks, let me get back to Jeremy. I'll finish with him so I'm ready for the second guy." then I went back into my office. "Sorry Jeremy, had to take care of something. Well, has anyone told you the job duties?" "Basically I do whatever you want me to do. That's the usual intern deal." "Do we have a copy of your class schedule? It's important you're free when I'm going to need you most." "I attached all that in my resume. I gave it to Irene when I got here." "Great, thanks for coming. I will get back to you either way before the weekend." and we shook hands and off that sweet smelling kid went. The second guy made no impression on me at all. He was so meek, insecure, he could barely speak. When he did string words together they didn't seem so intelligent. Our conversation concluded fairly quickly, 15 minutes and I was done with him. The intercom buzzed again and Irene brought this guy in the room. I had to actually force myself not to stare, he was prettier than Findley and a little smaller. He was still 17 but had started college a year early so that's how he could apply. "Coach Jones, this is John Edney." she said, leaving us together. I shook his hand, then closed the door and sat back behind my desk. He had been looking at the ball and the two pictures I had up on the wall. "That was a great few days wasn't it sir? With the big rally and then the biggest win we've had since before I was born?" How to describe his voice? Soft, silky, precise. A lot like mine when I wasn't pretending to innocence. A little bit shorter than Findley, a bit longer hair. Obviously not shaving, his sideburns came to a point. A kid all the way in spite of being almost 18. His eyes were greenish, so pretty. "Yes, the best days of my life, so far. As you can see I'm not quite as old as most coaches." and he laughed with me. "I'm so envious. I thought I was on the fast track but you, you're killing it. Are you in school too?" "Well, I'm finishing high school in two months and will be a full time student here next year. I'm also taking some advanced math and psychology courses for college credits." "Is it true you're already in a fraternity?" "Yeah, it's true. It was a surprise to me." and I showed him my frat pin. So I drew him out. He talked about his home and his parents and then what his eventual goals were. They seemed to fit the position pretty well, he wanted to learn. He seemed to think I'd be a great teacher since we were closer to the same age. When I asked about his knowledge of the job duties, well here were his exact words. "I do anything you tell me to do. Absolutely anything," and I got the exact vibe from him he wanted me to get. Anything to him included sex. I decided to see if he was gay or not, using indirect questions and all my learned psych skills. I managed to ascertain he didn't have a girl friend. Had never had one, was always too busy with school work. Had a friend that he didn't get to see and when he talked about the friend I saw love on his face. I wanted him to blow me, that's for sure. Then I caught myself and wondered if I could work with someone who had obvious designs on getting into my pants. This I had to talk over with Daniel. While he was probably the best of the three candidates, can I handle it? After I got done with him Irene came in with a catalog and we spent about an hour furnishing the office with accessories so it looked more like something I'd have. She sat beside me and we looked at the items together. I really wanted her input. I didn't want the place to look pretentious, I wanted it to be like any other coach's office. Finally we picked out about 20 different things including a plant or two. I kept asking her if I was spending too much, she said I had an allowance for this and I was nowhere near using it all. I always carried a schedule for my boys with me, when I got out of that office I was tired and wanted to get pampered. It was almost 11am and I had a few hours before practice. I checked and both Findley and Jackson were free. Rudy gave me full use of his house any time I wanted it, I still had the key and I'd taken one of them there before. I called their dorm room. "Hello, Jackson here." I heard. "It's Jimmy. Are you alone?" "No, Findley is here too." "I'll meet both of you at Rudy's in 20 minutes." and I hung up. I didn't ask if they had other plans, I knew they'd be there. I was there a couple of minutes before them and when they knocked on the door and answered it I ushered them in. As soon as I closed the door they stripped and went to their knees. "I love you boys." I said, rubbing their heads and lifting their faces up for a kiss. "Pamper me, I've had a hard morning interviewing interns." When I finished saying this Jackson rose and just picked me up. Findley had his hand on my chest and they took me to Rudy's bed. They put me on it and started to strip me. "Lick whatever you uncover." I murmured and each one took a shoe and sock off and started to lick my feet. They were sweaty, those Maryland shoes were tight still, but I didn't have foot odor. Their hot and wet tongues felt so good on my soles and sucking my toes gave me such pleasure. They took off my shirt next and each one took a side. From my waist up they licked, sucking gently on my nipples before raising my arms and licking my pits clean. I could smell myself as they raised my arms and I was about to tell them they didn't need to do it but they didn't seem put off by any odor and carefully cleaned me. "Turn me over, do that side of me before you see my dick." I murmured again, they were so soft and gentle. It was like a tongue massage. They flipped me gently over and I felt Findley lift my midsection up while Jackson undid my pants. He pulled them off and they licked up my legs, from inside to outside. I kept sighing as they did it, loud enough where they knew they were bringing me pleasure. They skipped over my underwear and licked my back clean moving my long hair out of the way to get every inch. "Can we take off your underwear?" Findley asked and I nodded. I felt him lift me again and Jackson slid them down my legs, slowly, then took them off my feet and I was laying there naked. I spread out my legs and they got on either side, each had one knee inside my legs, one outside. I felt them kissing and licking my ass cheeks then they both kissed their way to the center. They softly pulled my cheeks apart and I hoped I didn't reek, I was cleaned out, I knew there was no shit there. How many times I farted and the sweating I did while interviewing, I wonder how I smelled. "Do I smell bad?" I murmured. "You smell great Jimmy, sir." I heard and I knew they needed the occasional test like this. They licked inside my crack, from the top to the bottom, each one on a side. They had me pulled part, not hurting me but enough they could both get to me. I felt a tongue on my hole, I knew it was Findley and I moaned. Then I felt another tongue and it was Jackson. "Yes, yes. Clean me good. Make sure you get inside me too." all my conversations with them had been barely audible murmuring. They took turns stabbing at my hole and then I felt Findley lick me from the bottom to the top of my crack with his tongue flattened out, making sure I was clean. Jackson did the same thing, then they each took a finger and gently pulled my hole open and their tongues felt so good going in and out of me. I let them go on for a few minutes, it was so good, I never wanted to stop but my dick needed attention too. "Enough, turn me over, clean my front." and Jackson gently turned me over. I was looking at them as they stared, waiting for my dick to come into view. When they saw it I saw the devotion in their eyes and they lowered themselves to my belly. Licking it, then licking my bare pubic area. They went to my balls and slowly licked, in tandem then one at a time and it felt so good. "Yes, just like that." I softly said and they kept on going, a steady rate, like they were controlled by a metronome. "I need to cum. Which one deserves my sweaty dick?" and I heard them both softly say "me, me" and I only had one dick. "You can have it today Jackson, suck me, make me cum. Then Findley, you do the same." and I closed my eyes and just concentrated on how it felt. It was not just a great physical feeling but the mental aspects of my controlling them made it better somehow. I didn't move at all to draw out the orgasm buildup and Jackson kept sucking me for 5 minutes before I felt it start to overwhelm me. "I'm gonna cum." I moaned and Jackson was waiting for this, he moaned as he felt my little dick throbbing in his mouth. I had my hand on his head, keeping him pressed to my pubic area while I came down from the orgasm. I let his head go and I watched as he smiled at Findley and moved aside so Findley could have my dick. He was such a good cocksucker, the best on my dick of the three boys. It's like his tongue was everywhere and I sighed and played with my boy's hair as he sucked away. It took me a little longer since I'd had such a great cum but in less than 10 minutes I was there once again. "I'm cumming again." I murmured and again that tongue of Findley's gave me such pleasure. When I let go of his head he sat up and the two of them lay their heads on my chest. "You're such good boys. When did you cum last?" I asked, looking at them. "You let us cum two days ago Jimmy sir." Findley answered. "Would you like to cum?" I asked. "That's your decision to make Jimmy, sir." Jackson said. "Such good boys. I want some sperm but I don't want to move. I'm too relaxed. How about getting on either side of my face and jerking off. When you're ready just let me know, I'll open my mouth and you make sure every drop gets in there." and they both moaned and did as I told them. I looked at both of them, from this angle they looked so much taller, bigger. I put a hand on both their asses, not penetrating but just holding them. Softly rubbing them with my finger scraping across their holes as they masturbated for me. "Rub the head of your dicks on my tongue." I ordered and I stuck my tongue out. The two of them rubbed and their dicks felt so soft at the head. I wanted their sperm so bad. "Hurry boys, I need that sperm." I said and rubbed their asses faster. "I'm about to cum!" Findley almost squealed and I had my mouth opened wide as he stuck the head of his dick in me and shot. Fuck he can cum a lot. At least in this position I knew I wouldn't have to swallow but it felt like 3 or 4 normal sized loads. As he pulled out he wiped his dick against my lips to get that last drop off. "I'm there too!" Jackson yelled and he bent over and shot too. I could feel his sperm splashing against Findley's and I got more and more full. I even felt pressure from all the liquid at the back of my throat. He finished and pulled out and I lay there, my mouth open and I tried to smile at them. They both smiled at me, their dicks still hard as they examined how much sperm they had shot into me. "Your mouth is over half full. It looks so hot." Jackson softly said. I closed my mouth and tasted them good, just nice healthy athlete teen sperm. Nutty, salty, just plain wonderful. I smiled at them and swallowed and pulled them down, kissing each of them over and over. "Come in the shower, wash me. I need to be clean for practice." and they took me in and washed me like I was a fine porcelain doll that could break with a hard touch. I got out and got a towel, then I looked at the two of them. I hadn't realized until this second that I had to pee but things were out of order in my head, usually I piss in their mouths first. The both looked at me and then got on their knees and opened their mouths. I leaned down and kissed both of them. "Not now, maybe later. Clean up, I have to get to practice." and I heard them both moan as I pissed in the toilet. I didn't shake well, I did turn to the shower. "You can make sure my dick has no piss on it Jackson." and I walked up to the shower, he went back on his knees and took my soft dick in, cleaning it. "You both are such good boys. I am going to give you all presents Sunday after the game." and with that I turned and walked out drying myself off. They finished up quickly. By the time I was dressed they came out of the shower. I gave them both another kiss, watched them get dressed and we went our separate ways. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jimmy's being paid now? What else could be in store for the boy?