Apple Valley High School - Final Year

[2008spike]

After class I thought I'd go for a run. I tossed my books into my hall locker and made my way over to the gym. I opened up my gym locker and pulled out my gear and my running shoes.

The place was nearly deserted so there was nothing much, er rather, nobody much to look at.

After I was dressed, I went over to pee. My dick felt very heavy in my hand today. I looked down at it and smiled. Not so bad I thought. I was just a few days past my 18th birthday and a senior in high school and I had lots of friends. Lots of friends at lunch, in class, on the cross country team, wherever, just nobody paying any real attention to my dick.

I shook off the last of the urine maybe a bit more vigorously than I needed to.

I was almost totally hard in like three seconds. Ridiculous! Boy, did I need to have sex with somebody and not just my own hand.

Outside I circled the track in a slow, monotonous rhythm. Just like I'd been doing for years. Running was easy. I felt free when I ran, sometimes almost weightless. My running shoes tapped lightly on the comfortable soft surface. My legs made a whooshing sound as my thighs scraped together. I hadn't remembered to put any balm between my legs to keep the skin of my legs from getting chapped. Fuck.

Inside the track the football seemed to be doing some kind of scrimmage. I was not much of a football fan, but I watched anyway. It gave my eyes something to do while my legs carried me around the track.

After 12 laps I pulled off my shirt and tossed it onto the grass. I had a good body and I loved to feel the fresh air against my skin.

I was 5'10" and a little on the thin side at 155 pounds, but my legs were strong. While I pretty much sucked at most things involving hand-eye coordination, running I could do and I'd been doing it for years. Trying out for the Junior Varsity baseball as a sophomore a couple of years earlier, the coach admired how I could hoof it down to first base, but reminded me that most guys had to at least hit the ball first before they could do that. So I ran.

On like my 15th lap, I watched the quarterback thread a perfect pass between a couple of the red-shirted defenders and hit the target. The wide receiver caught the ball with his fingertips, stopped, pivoted, turned and sprinted around and all the way down to the end zone. The quarterback led the rest of the offense down the field and they all jumped up and down like they were little kids. The quarter back and the wide receiver even hugged.

While I was watching all this, my legs had somehow forgotten what they were supposed to be doing and my pace had decreased. Then I felt my dick surging again.

This was usually a bad sign. When I got hard I couldn't run.

I finished the lap I was on and walked casually over to where I'd tossed my shirt. I kept my eyes glued on the team of course, and I even thought one or two of them had glanced at me for more than just a fleeting second. I kept my hands weirdly on the fronts of my hips so my erection wouldn't show through my nylon shorts.

Hormones! Fuck!

I reached the spot where my shirt was and sat down on the grass to stretch. While I stretched my cock managed to go down a bit. I thought about my grandmother in a bathing suit. That did the trick, thank god.

When I was done stretching, I stretched some more just so I could continue to watch the football guys. There was something about a football player that just got me going. I don't know. Was it the tight white pants that stopped mid calf? Was it that black stuff they put under their eyes when it was sunny? Was it the huddle?

I watched a huddle break up and decided to rearrange my balls. When I pulled my hand out of my shorts, I sniffed my fingers. Yuck. Time for a shower.

As I walked over to where I'd kept my bag and my water I saw the team run a couple of laps. On the inside of the track on the grass.

In high school, football was the ultimate sport to play. Compared with these guys, I felt small, very small. I could run fast, and I could run for days, but catching or throwing a football was out of the question.

Everybody loved the football guys. And of course, there was no better position on the football team, no more beloved guy on the team, actually no more studly guy in the universe, than our starting quarterback. Joey Collucci was the varsity starter, and he had been ever since he was a sophomore.

Little guys like me couldn't even talk to guys like that around campus. I could only worship him from the stands or listen in at the lunch benches when he held court for the cheerleading squad.

Joey Collucci was tall with dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, thick dark eyebrows and had a chin that even Michelangelo could not have sculpted. Like many senior athletes at our school, he also had an amazing body.

Not that I ever saw it directly, but I had overheard comments from other footballers and from some of the cheerleader girls who described him as almost perfect. Did I mention his hands and ankles? Jeez. Of course, he walked the hallways with loads of attitude. I didn't mind. I was just thrilled to tread on the same tile floors.

So, while I held my own in the classroom and the kids at school who appreciated such finely honed academic talents noticed me. School stuff came easily to me. Oh well, maybe at least I'd get into a good college.

I picked up my water bottle and took a long gulp. While I drank I watched some of the guys from the football team beginning to pack it in.

I drank slowly and watched more closely.

Some of the guys took off their shirts and pads and headed toward the locker room. Hmm, seemed like a good cue to me to head toward the gym for a shower.

I stood at my gym locker weighing my alternatives unable to take my shorts off. For obvious reasons. I decided to stretch again.

Maybe a visual of my dad's mom in a bikini would do the trick again.

When my hard-on calmed down, I slipped my fingers under the elastic of my shorts and slid them down my legs. I stood there with just my socks and my shirt on, my dick floppy and long, not quite soft. It had taken quite a while.

The showers had gone quiet and the only voices I heard in the locker room were way over in the special section reserved for the football team. Shit, I'd missed any chance to see some of the guys naked. Oh well, maybe I could run again tomorrow afternoon.

I tossed all my clothes into my locker and wrapped the towel around my waist. As I padded over to the stalls, I took a deep breath of the sweaty locker room air and then let it slowly out of my chest. Totally lost in thought, I only half appreciate that a shower head had been turned on.

I picked up my pace and walked quickly over to the showers.

Choosing a stall a few away from the one already running, I got under the water a little too quickly. It was still cold and I yelled out.

"Walker, is that you?" I heard Joey's voice a few feet away.

Frozen in terror from the cold water that was taking way too long to get warm and from the realization that Joey Collucci had heard me squeal like a girl, I was mute.

"Walker, I thought you weren't going to take a shower." Joey said, his voice rising.

"Um, no." I lowered my voice as many octaves as I could. Did he think I was Walker? Who's

Walker?

"Oh," he said with finality. But I had no idea what he meant by this. I scrubbed myself quickly unsure of what I would do next. With soap running over my face, I heard Joey's voice again.

"Hey, would you see what you can do about this spot in my shoulder?" As I faced the wall, the voice was right behind me. When I turned around, there he stood, foamed up from his neck to his feet. I don't know which of us were more surprised. His chest was nicely seasoned with dark brown hair and his abdominal six pack shone through the soap. I didn't dare look south of there in the milliseconds it took us both to realize he'd mistaken for somebody else.

"Um," was all I could manage. Soap dripped into my eyes and I felt the stinging.

"Oh sorry, dude," he said. "I thought you were somebody else."

"Who's Walker," I asked, peeking out of the curtain.

"Joey squeezed some water out of his dark hair and I watched it drip onto his chest. I licked my lips.

"Oh, just my massage guy. I thought you were him."

"Nope," I said.

"Nope," he echoed.

As he walked back to his own shower I got to see the rest of him. His to-die-for butt with just the faintest trace of hair centered nicely on his crack and amazingly muscular legs that I thought only runners were supposed to have. He even had gorgeous sexy feet. But I had missed out on getting a look at the real prize in front. Damn. I felt myself gasp for air as I realized I hadn't taken a breath since he'd first spoken to me.

Rinsing off I tried to calm myself down. I was actually the only one in the showers at the end of the day, totally naked, being mistaken for somebody else by our varsity quarterback. Oh my god, did he get a look at me while I was facing the wall? I mean, he had plenty of to time to check me out, right? My dick started to swell without me touching it.

I heard the other shower turn off and then the sound of whistling. Whistling? The hottest guy in school whistles in the shower room?

"So dude, what are you doing here so late anyway?" Joey shouted.

"Um." What should I say? "Running. Running, yeah I went for a few laps around the track."

"That's cool," he said. I turned my shower off and grabbed for my towel. My cock really had a mind of its own and was determined to make this an embarrassing situation for me.

"Yeah," I said, lowering my voice again. "I worked on a History paper for a few hours in the library and needed to blow off some steam."

"I hear you," he said. "History is so fucking boring. I would never have lasted a few hours."

This sounded like an important disclosure to me. One that might give me an opening but I didn't know what to say in response. Did he need a tutor in History? One of my specialties.

"The First World War." I said expecting him to understand what I was talking about. That had been the general topic assigned. I had chosen to focus on President Wilson and his hesitation to get the US in.

"Really?" Joey asked. "I have a paper due next week on the same thing. How is yours going?"

"Um, not so bad I suppose."

I peeked out of my stall again, still drying off. Joey was walking over to me. His towel was wrapped low around his waist. His perfect hair was in a wet mop. But without soap bubbles, his chest and abs were glistening and speaking to me. Begging for someone to notice. Someone like me. So I did.

"Hey, great six pack," I said too quickly. That seemed like the only polite thing to say.

He looked down. "What? Oh. Kind've always been that way I guess." He looked at me with my half erection carefully covered. "You do all right yourself."

He was kidding right? Joey Collucci thought I had good abs? I looked up at him in surprise.

"I run," I said. He kept looking at my stomach muscles. They were a little defined, but they seemed pathetic to me compared to the cobblestones he had going on.

"I know. You said."

"I sure could use some help with my World War I paper."

I extended my hand to shake his. "TJ," I said.

"I know," he said. "You were in my Driver's Ed class last year. I'm Joey."

"I know," I said. "I'd be glad to try and help. What have you decided to write about?"

As he stood there still watching me stupidly hold my towel in front of my crotch, I felt like I should do something. I had no choice but to finish drying off.

"Hiroshima," he answered.

Moving my towel away, my dick swung free and extended itself about ¾ of the way to total hardness. His gaze never left me.

"Um, that's the wrong war," I said, half turning around to move my erection out of sight.

"Whoa dude, you've like got a total hard-on."

I looked down. It was not a total hard-on, but it was almost there. "Yeah, well, that just happens to me once in a while."

"Me too," he said.

I gulped. "Really? I can't control it, sometimes in class, sometimes in the halls, it's crazy."

He still hadn't left the open door of my shower stall. His dark eyes penetrated me and my dick grew some more.

"Me too," he said again.

"It's not actually a total hard-on, there's a bit more to go."

"Uh huh," he said. I couldn't tell if this information had a positive effect on him or no effect at all. He finally turned away. This non-committal response suggested that he had lost interest in my growing little problem.

"So Hiroshima wasn't really World War I? When was it?"

I wrapped the towel around myself and stepped out of the stall. I took pains to point my penis up toward my belly button. This might give me at least a fighting chance of the towel staying on.

"That was August of 1945. World War II. Truman made the call to drop the bomb on the Japanese as a way to reduce the number of Allied casualties in the Pacific."

"Who is Truman?"

"Are you kidding me? Harry Truman? President Harry Truman?"

"Hey dude, I'm like an 18 year old high school quarterback jock. History's not my thing," he said."

"You are?," I said stupidly. "I mean, you're 18? Hey, me too." I paused and looked into his eyes. "Don't worry, I can help you with the History," I responded, thinking where all of this might be headed.

"Really?" He grinned like a little kid. "Cool. I can help you with the football," he said, seeming satisfied with himself for brokering such a mutually helpful deal.

I laughed out loud and Joey smiled. "Here's the thing," I said. "It's not likely I'm going to make the team this year. I can't really throw. I can't really catch."

"But you can run," he answered. "And I can help you with the other stuff."

My cock was now fully erect under my towel and straining against the knot I'd strategically placed to mash it down. We walked together back toward the locker room.

"OK, deal." I said, not sure of what I was getting myself into.

"Deal," he said. "What are you doing tomorrow after practice?"

"Practice?" I asked. I didn't know what he was talking about.

"Practice. You know, football practice. We meet every day from 2 to 5."

"Oh, right. Football practice. I could meet you some place once you're done," I said.

"Sounds good, I'll shower up and meet you in front of school by the flag pole."

I laughed again thinking about the flag pole. Could there have been a meeting place more symbolic of what it was I really wanted to do with Joey than that?

"Okay, deal. Say 5:15? Make sure you're showered up. I'll bring the History textbook." I said smiling. I looked down at my towel at my barely covered dick. When would this go away?

"What about your football lessons? A deal's a deal, you know."

We stood at the corridor leading to the athlete's lockers and stopped. "Um, I don't think you're going to make me into much of a football player. Don't worry. We'll work something out."

"How about working on my shoulder?"

My blue eyes dragged his own dark brown ones down to my tented towel and we both smiled.

"Probably not a good idea for a guy with a hard-on to be giving the quarterback of the football team a rub-down in the locker room late in the afternoon," I said. Joey laughed.

"No, probably not," he said. He turned and walked away. "I'll see you tomorrow," his jock voice trailed off. I watched as he removed his towel and rolled it around his neck. He was still laughing. I watched his great ass as he turned the corner at the end of the row. Holy shit!

Without warning, my dick erupted. Thick white drops of my own sperm found their way up from behind the towel. I had never even seen his cock.

 

[miguelfukt]

more more more please this was great

 

[rocabar]

Another great beginning, Spike!

 

[Craiger]

Damn, Spike. You have me laughing my ass off picturing the locker room scene. I love the way you have bounced back and forth with the stories. Getting to know each of the characters from the beginning. I hope you are compiling these stories into a novel form. It's a fantastic touch on young adult life from high school to college with lots of hormonal erotica.

Craiger

 

[2008spike]

PART 2

A few days later, I saw Joey at practice.

As I watched him on the field, a funny sort of butterflies in my stomach unsettled me. I felt somehow as if we'd crossed a line. Not many people, after all, had seen my dick hard. Joey had. I'd certainly not made a habit of it so far in my first 18 years of life.

So, for the starting quarterback of our high school football team to have had such an honor, clearly Joey Collucci and I were on a different plane. Right?

Our beloved varsity QB Joey was an Italian god on campus. Dark wavy hair and gorgeous dark eyebrows. The perfect Roman nose. Like six two and with this incredibly defined chest. From what I had seen in the locker room last week, he had some thin dark chest hair. From the back, he had a perfect ass, though I'd had only a fleeting glance as he walked away from me and yanked his towel away. When we talked, he mentioned that he had also just turned 18. We even shared an astrological sign, whatever that meant.

Was that single act of half-accidentally letting my cock flop out in front of Joey in the locker room a tease?

The whole conversation in the shower area with Joey was weird for me. Why did he want to teach me football? It wasn't like I was ever going to make the team or anything.

Joey wanted to trade. My brain for his arms or legs, or his whatever, that's what Joey offered me. Teach me football. Me! Football! For this great privilege of learning the game from probably the most popular guy in our school - the guy who everyone wanted to have - all I had to do was help him with his History paper.

Then I could have his arms on my arms. His huge chest and tiny waist up against my scrawny runner's upper body. His crotch against my so-called butt. All he would be doing, innocently of course, would be standing close as he guided me through the art of throwing a perfect spiral.

And all for, what? Me helping him, or maybe even just writing his History paper? The moral question of cheating in high school never crossed my mind. All things considered, I was sort of pretty good at History. Actually I was pretty good at most subjects in school. Why couldn't I share my talents with our quarterback?

Now in my final year of high school, I'd pretty much already defined all I was likely to become. I would probably get into a good college as I could hold my own in the classroom. But while this fact of my impending university career was a source of pride to my parents, it didn't really do the trick around the halls of Apple Valley High.

On the other hand, Joey had it all. A body for days. Popularity. Movie star level good looks. The adoration of hundreds of the rest of the soiled masses down here on planet Earth. Joey was the complete package. And, he'd probably get some killer football scholarship to a top college. That is, if" If I could get him through History with a passing grade. Tough job, but I was just the dude to do it.

When we met in the shower stalls of the locker room last week, I had been coming off of a run around the track. He had been the last one left after practice, getting a massage or something from one of the trainers I think. When he heard me turn the shower on a few stalls away, Joey at first must have thought that I was his massage guy. So, when he came over to my shower stall to say hey, he and I were probably both surprised to see the wood between my legs.

It wasn't intentional, I mean, I wasn't spending any extra time soaping myself up down there or anything. I later wrote it off to my stupid testosterone. This happens to 18 year olds who are hopelessly undersexed all the time, right?

Then of course there was that other piece. The piece about Joey himself, naked and just a few feet away, rubbing himself all over with our school's cheap green liquid soap. I mean, who wouldn't get wood watching QB stud muffin just stand there with his towel around his perfect waist, his cut abs glistening in the fluorescent lights hanging 10 feet above us.

Somehow we got to talking. And since my aforementioned dick clearly had a mind of its own, all I could do was stand there. And try to act natural, like my dick was just hard because it was late in the afternoon and these things just happen. And try to act natural that Joey's eyes wandered in the general direction of my crotch and our varsity quarterback got a free look at my hard-on.

Obviously I was embarrassed about having an erection in front of somebody. But I was slightly less embarrassed about what he saw. I had always been happy with my boners. Not that I'd seen so many, of course. And actually the number of erections I'd seen in real life was confined to just the fingers on one hand. But then there were those magazines I'd peeked in.

And so my cock seemed about right. Maybe even half a notch bigger than some of the guys in those magazines.

So, as we talked that day in the showers, I covered up my hard Mr. Happy and tried really hard to pay attention to what was coming out of his mouth and not just stare at Joey's amazing cut body.

Turns out that Joey was writing his WW1 History paper on the atomic bomb at Hiroshima.

"Um, Joey, you realize that we didn't have the atomic bomb in World War 1, right?" I'd said as gently as I could.

Setting him straight, we both laughed and he told me that he recognized me from some earlier class we had taken together and would really appreciate it if I could help him out.

Today, I was standing way off to the side of the field; I was a bit self-conscious that I was the only kid not in a football uniform. I sat down and pulled a textbook out of my back pack and pretended to read. At the end of practice, I felt a little like a stalker waiting around for Joey to finish talking to his teammates. I decided to leave for the locker room and maybe catch him before he went in.

After what seemed like ages, everyone seemed to have gone inside but there was still no sign of Joey.

It was coming on 6:00 and if I didn't get on my bike and get home soon, it would start to get dark. A little sad that I hadn't managed to hook up with my History student, I put my back pack over both shoulders and began to walk across campus to where my bike was locked up.

Riding home, I got caught up in not getting run over and not crashing into somebody's open car door. Behind me, a car honked its horn and I eased closer to the curb. The car passed me and slowed down. The car pulled over about 100 feet in front of me. I slowed down too. What now? What was this guy doing?

As I coasted up to the back of the car, the driver side door opened and Joey Collucci stepped out. Still in his football uniform. He was covered in grass and mud but still managed to look really, really nice.

Jumping off my bike, I was so excited to see him, I practically hugged him. But I stopped myself just in time and instead I said, "Hey Joey, how's it going?"

"TJ, what happened to you?"

I didn't have a ready excuse to explain not showing up for our tutor appointment last week.

If I told him the truth, that I had been totally freaked out when somebody walked in on me beating my meat in the bathroom, that I had panicked when whoever it was had obviously known all along exactly what I was doing because he started clapping and whistling once I was done, that I had hustled home and forgotten completely that I was supposed to meet the high school starting quarterback at the flag pole for a one-on-one session. Nope. I had absolutely nothing to say.

"Um." I stammered.

"Why'd you split so fast after practice today?"

"Um, I wasn't at" I mean" I didn't really" um" how did you know I was at practice?"

"I saw you sitting over there on the sideline today. Seemed like you were pretty absorbed in some book or something."

I blushed, embarrassed. I tipped my head toward the back pack on my shoulder. "Yeah. Right. Chemistry quiz this week."

"Whoa, dude. Chemistry? Sounds hard." He smiled, a great set of perfect pearly whites.

Jesus Christ, did everyone have to have such gorgeous teeth?

I thought: you have no idea. But I said, "It's not too bad once you get the hang of it."

"So you still haven't answered my question. Were you waiting for me? Why'd you leave the field so quickly?"

"Well, actually, I wasn't really." I was no good at lying. "Um, the truth is. Well. Yeah, I was waiting for you. I wanted to apologize for not showing up last week."

"What? Oh, that. No biggie. I figured something must have come up."

These double entendres were killing me.

"Um, yeah. So, listen, I'm really sorry I didn't get to help you with your paper for History."

"You still can," he said.

"You mean, you're not done yet? Weren't they due in class today?" Mine was and I had finished it more than a week ago.

"Teach gave me an extra few days. I told him I was working with you and that we hadn't had a chance to finish it yet." This bit of news was surprising on several levels.

"You told the teacher that I was helping you with it and he said that was okay?"

Joey smiled from ear to ear. "I'm like the starting quarterback, sporto. They tend to cut me some slack."

"Oh, good," I said. "Well then, when do you want to"?"

"How about tonight? What kind of plans do you have?"

I thought for a moment. If I'd had an appointment with the Harry Truman himself, I'd have cancelled to spend a few hours working closely with Joey Collucci.

"I'm good, I guess." I looked down at his uniform, he followed my gaze. The number "11' was plastered heavily across his perfectly toned chest. What was it about the number 11?

"Yeah, I guess I should probably change. I usually get a massage after practice from this dude, then I shower. I didn't get the massage today though so I could try to catch up with you."

"You tried to catch up with me?" I must have had this look of complete surprise on my face. Joey Collucci gave me a barehanded smack on the shoulder. The gentle tap almost knocked me off my bike.

"You rode a little faster than I thought you could. So now that I'm here, what'll you say. Let's go do it. Let's go work on my History paper. I promise. No Hiroshima."

"Right, no Hiroshima. That's the wrong war", like I told you last week. Do you even have a topic."

Joey smiled and I knew at once he didn't. This was going to take a bit more work than I originally figured.

"And what about your uniform?"

"Oh, I've got some clothes in the car. No big deal."

"But you missed your massage."

"Ah, but maybe I didn't. That can be our trade for this first session. You didn't seem too interested in learning about football anyway."

"Wait a minute. If I'm helping you with a massage". And, I'm helping you with your History paper, what exactly is it that I'm getting in this deal?"

Ignoring my question, Joey turned away and grabbed the keys from the ignition of his car.

He had not answered me.

Opening the trunk, I threw my bike in and Joey carefully used a bungee cord to hold the lid down. Seated beside him as we made our way back to my house along my usual bike route, I inhaled deeply. Joey smelled like grass and dirt and sweat. I loved it. Where Andy had just smelled like soap when my face had gotten close enough to his over the weekend, Joey just smelled like a guy.

Mmm.

Joey parked in front of my house and he helped me lift my bike out of the car. What was a supreme effort for me to dead lift the metal frame of my bike was nothing for this stud quarterback.

Inside I introduced Joey to my mom. She was seated at the kitchen table talking on the phone and barely looked up. It wasn't unusual for me to get home so late since I often stayed to study in the library and they completely trusted me.

I yelled from the stairs, "I'm gonna be helping Joey with a History paper so we won't be down for a while,"

I led Number 11 into my bedroom.

The same bedroom where my friend Andy and I had measured my hard dick over the weekend. I insisted that it was eight and one third inches and Andy measured it at only eight and a quarter so I grabbed the ruler away and proved it to him, stretching my erection as far as it would go. I won the argument but - much to my frustration - Andy and I had not gone any farther than that. Andy wouldn't let me measure his dick. In point of fact, I had never even seen Andy's dick, just like I'd never even seen Joey's weenie in the locker room last weekend. And everybody was now becoming very familiar with mine. Oh well. At least Andy and I later went for a run and I got to see my new bud in a pair of my awfully tight running shorts.

Entering my bedroom behind me this afternoon, Joey Collucci followed me like an obedient puppy. Glancing across the room, I was horrified that my bed was unmade and I rushed over to straighten the covers before he thought I was a slob or something. Joey whistled and a shiver passed through from head to toe. Where had I heard that before?

"Gnarly poster, TJ," Joey said pointing up to Olivia Newton-John and John Travolta decked out in black leather on my ceiling. Why the fuck hadn't I taken that damn thing down yet?

"Yeah, yeah. Just don't look at it all right? Just pretend it's not there."

Joey sat down on the floor, his back leaning against my bed. "I don't know, sporto. I might get a woody thinking about Olivia in that dress."

"Give me a break. Just ignore it," I insisted.

I sat down in the middle of the floor facing Joey. Unzipping my back pack, I took out a pen and a notebook.

"So, should we get started?" I asked.

"Um, yeah, but not with my paper," he said. He got up and went over and closed my bedroom door. "Let's do the paper later. I need that massage while my muscles are still warm."

"Okay. Massage now, paper later."

Joey took off his football shirt. I felt myself staring at his perfectly chiseled chest and the thin strands of dark hair. It took all my effort to move my eyes up to his face.

"Do you have, like, any oil or something?"

"Oil?"

"You know, massage oil. Some kind of lotion."

I laughed. "Here wait, I'll ask my mom. Just a minute."

He laughed too.

"I think my mom's got some cream or something that she gives me if I get sunburned. Hold on, I'll get it." I walked across the room and went out into the hallway. I yelled down the stairs, "Mom?"

She didn't answer me, she was probably still yakking on the phone. I went into my parents' bathroom and rummaged around under the sink until I found what I was looking for. It was pretty old and about half-used but I figured it would do the trick. I had never given anybody a massage before.

Fortunately Joey had received many massages and was a big help.

"I lie down face down on your floor like this," he explained, lying down face down just as he said.

"Don't you think you'd be more comfortable on the bed? The floor's a little hard."

"I'm fine, don't worry. I don't want to get your bed all greasy."

"Um""

He laughed. "No! You know what I mean. I don't want you to get your mom's lotion all over your bedspread."

"Joey, it's not like my bed's never had lotion in it."

"Good to hear that," Joey said with a half-grin.

Joey stayed on the ground. I knelt on my knees beside his amazing torso. His head was turned away from the side I was on, and his gorgeous dark wavy hair covered the back of his neck. I wanted to stick my face in it.

"So just, you know, put a little of that cream on my back and, you know, start rubbing it in."

I pumped a little out onto my hands and rubbed them together to warm it up. Then I moved my hands to hover about an inch over his shoulder blades. Jesus! He had muscles even there!

"T.J. You actually have to touch me with your hands. Holding them in the air doesn't quite do the trick."

"Shut up. I'm still getting ready."

I was shaking. After a big sigh, I put both hands on Joey's back. Almost like I was gearing up to dip them into a pot of boiling water. For a moment I left them where I placed them, letting them get use to the sensation of the varsity quarterback's Italian skin.

"Uh. T.J.?" Joey said.

"Okay, okay, I'm going."

I started to move my hands in circles. I was sure how much pressure to use so I waited for some feedback from Joey. He was mostly silent, but occasionally he let out a little moan.

Seemed like he was happy about what I was doing sometimes, while at other times it seemed like he was in pain. After I got a little rhythm going, I started to move up to his shoulders and then down lower toward his waist. I had to add lotion a few more times as his skin absorbed it.

"How am I doing?" I asked after a few minutes.

"Fantastic. You're a natural."

"Really?" I was pleased by this.

After about 20 minutes, I really started to enjoy rubbing Joey's back. I smiled to myself thinking that this deal was clearly going to work out well for me. Maybe for him too.

Up to now, we had been mostly silent. Joey gave a few yelps when I pushed too hard on a spot that was a little sore and he gave some soft moans a few other times. He lifted his head and turned it toward me. His eyes were dark and beautiful and I'm sure I blushed when he looked at me. I inhaled deeply.

"So? Are you ready for step 2?"

"There's a step 2?" I asked.

He kicked off his turf shoes with his feet, leaving on his socks.

I looked at his feet. Big. Of course. I inhaled and they smelled like a very concentrated version of Joey.

Engrossed in his socks, I realized too late that he was slipping down his white football pants as well. He was wearing a jock underneath so his butt was pretty much totally exposed. He bunched his pants just below his knees and lay back down onto his stomach.

"Can you just get my thighs and glutes a little?" he asked, turning his head away from me again.

I immediately got an erection.

"Um, well sure, if you think it's""

"It's fine, the massage guy at school does me all the time like this," he explained.

"Really?" I asked, thinking about a new career option for myself.

"It's no big deal. It's just that I get totally tight from all the squats and stuff. This really helps."

"Okay, then, here we go." I lathered up my hands with some more lotion and set to work without any further delay.

The backs of Joey's legs were matted with dark hair so it was a completely different feeling for me than having my hands on his smooth, muscled back. I loved the feeling of hair and skin combined on my palms. I smiled to myself at how my life had changed in the past week or so since I'd kind of showered with Joey in the locker room. I even let my hands wander up higher onto his ass. The firm, smooth muscles contrasted with the slightly hairy section in the crack.

Joey laughed out loud.

"What's funny?"

He laughed again and bumped up his butt in the air.

"Hey, that really tickles dude, take it easy."

I looked at my hand, it had strayed to the center of the crease of his ass and the tip of my middle finger touched his little pink asshole.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't realize," I was truly embarrassed. I had not meant to touch that part.

"No, it's all right. It's just really sensitive whenever it gets touched," he explained.

You mean that it gets touched periodically? Is it that often or just every once in a while? I smiled to myself.

I decided to ignore this line of conversation and set back to work. My hard-on was pressing a hole into my jeans and I wanted so much to just rip my own clothes off and lay down on top of the quarterback.

I massaged Joey's thighs and butt for about 15 more minutes. The whole session had been going for a while now but my hands weren't the least bit worn out. My mom's lotion, on the other hand, was just about done.

Oh my god! My mom!! I had completely forgotten that we weren't alone in the house. Fuck, fuck, fuck! What if she came in?

Joey's voice interrupted my temporary insanity.

"Okay, T.J., are you ready for Step 3?"

I was.

"Yup, let's get to it."

"Well, T.J. you give a great massage for a beginner. Might have to replace my regular guy with you."

"Okay." I was certainly eager to be of use.

To my disappointment, Joey rolled over and pulled his pants back up. I caught a quick glance of his thick dick stretching the fabric of his jock.

Could he possibly have a hard-on? Heck, why not? I certainly did.

Joey caught me looking at his jock. I looked away. After a moment, I looked back up to his face when he got the laces on his football pants tied up again.

"So what's step 3?" I asked.

"We study T.J., we study. We can do this again another day. You did really well."

I hid my erection from him as I unzipped my back pack and pulled out another notebook where I had some History notes. I grabbed a pen and tossed it to him.

After an extended silence, I finally managed a response.

"Thanks. Thanks a lot."

 

[santiaga]

more give me more

 

[DA2FLBADBOYS]

Another GREAT story Spike you r a talented writer please keep the Great work . and give us more storys.

 

[Craiger]

I believe Joey is a big tease...lol. What I wouldn't do to be in TJ's place. I wondered if, because he was still in his dirty uniform, he would ask to take a shower at TJ's. But, with mom downstairs that wouldn't be too cool. I ready for the next massage, Spike.

Craiger

 

[rocabar]

Another great part, spike!

 

[2008spike]

PART 3

At school the next day, all Will could talk about was our new job moving the yardage markers at the varsity football game. He and I would pull the chains. We just needed a third for the first down marker. My interest was high in being so close to the guys on the varsity team. But given my blowing off of the very hunky and very good looking quarterback Joey Collucci because I was a little freaked out I'd been applauded while beating my meat in the school bathroom, I was unsure what to do.

"Who do you think we should add to our little club?" Will asked me at lunch.

I thought hard about all the guys I knew who might want to do it. There was a long list but most of them were already on the football team.

"Well, what about Stan McDonnell?"

"What? Are you kidding? That guy's way too short." Will pronounced with some finality.

I laughed.

"Okay, you want tall. How about Grant Spaulding?"

"Well, that would be all right. But I think he's got basketball practice like 20 hours a day. He'd probably miss too many games."

"Fred Murdoch?"

"Isn't he a fag?"

I could sense a lot of color moving to my face. "Um, I don't know. Why does that matter?"

"Well, it doesn't. But I just want somebody cool. You know, somebody we can hang with after the games and stuff."

We spent most of the rest of lunch trashing the rest of the eligible men in our senior high school class. In the end, we had come up with a few possible names, but it didn't seem like any of them were going to be just right. I personally favored choosing somebody who was pretty high up in the looks department but who wouldn't get in my space as best friend to the most popular guy in school.

Within a few days I got my answer. And only one of my preferences.

That Saturday night I slept over at Will's because my dad had a business trip up the coast and my mom decided to go along. I had spent the night at Will's a bunch of times whenever we were working on some homework assignment that ran late or if nobody wanted to drive me the 3 or 4 miles back to my house late at night if

Will and I had gone to a movie with friends. Will had 2 beds in his room for some reason so it was pretty convenient.

This time, like all the others, both Will and I slept in our underwear. And of course I still had that embarrassment gene. Even though I'd been showering with guys in the gym for years, I was still shy. It wasn't my dick per se, as I was pretty sure I could stand up to most of the guys in that department. It was just something about Will. We had never seen each other full-on naked.

As a result, there was some thinking involved in moving to and from bed. It was no big deal of course getting undressed: just turn the lights out, pull off your jeans quickly, and jump under the covers. Getting out of bed in the morning was another matter entirely. Not only was it light outside, there was also the not minor issue of morning wood. I was fiercely protective of my own 18-year old morning hard-on, but I was insanely curious about Will's.

Did he even get one too? Was it as big as mine? Did he have to stroke his dick in the shower to get it to go down?

In all my mornings sleeping over at Wills house, I was never able to see if he got a big old erection too in the morning when he woke up like I did. He was just too quick into the shower before my eyes adjusted and I could sneak a glance. Sigh.

So this particular late summer morning Will leaped up just like usual and was in the bathroom with the shower on before I could flip over in my own bed across the room and check him out. So like usual I just lay there, my own throbbing dick doing its usual thing while I considered my options for getting out of bed.

Will's body was way more advanced than mine.

Beside his amazing dark brown straight hair, brown eyes, and gorgeous straight teeth, Will had chest hair. Not too much given that we were both 18 and he'd only started growing it last summer. But just enough to make his pecs much more interesting. The contrast between his chest with a little hair and his stomach with none that rippled with sinewy strength was great to check out from across the room. Will's body was fantastic and clothes just sat on him nicely. Even people that didn't know him would do double takes when he walked through the halls at school. The weird thing for me was that he didn't actually do any exercising in a formal way. He was just naturally built. He did have size 13 feet that always had me thinking. Was there some link between those huge feet and his dick? Hmm.

All right, I admit I was a little bit obsessed with Will. The likelihood of ever getting to hold his hard naked body against mine wasn't too high. But as I had no other prospects, I kept trying. My morning erection was not at full staff, all 8 and one third inches thank you very much. Thinking of Joey and Will mud-wrestling in the nude, I smiled. I licked my hand and gave the tip a few rubs.

Downstairs I heard the doorbell ring. This was weird for a Saturday morning of course, but I figured that Will's mom might be having coffee with some neighbor or something.

The knock on the bedroom door startled me out of my reverie.

Thinking it was Will's mom and happy that my engorged cock was concealed by the covers, I said reluctantly "Come in. Will's in the..." But it wasn't Will's mom.

The boy who stood in the doorway was take-your-breath-away beautiful. As tall as Will I thought, but a curiously fantastic mix of blond hair and dark eyebrows. He had huge broad shoulders but no real waist to speak of.

"Hi," he said to me grinning madly. "I'm Andy.

You must be TJ." I nodded. He moved forward to shake my hand.

Moving my right hand quickly from the warmth of my dick to shake hands with Andy, I could say nothing other than to hope there was no pre-cum on my fingers that would stick to Andy.

"Will's in the shower," I said stupidly. "I didn't know anybody else was coming over," I added, wondering if this new guy was trying to move in on my turf and had dibs on the bed I was in or something.

"Oh, right," he said.

It was then I saw his green eyes. Wow. Sort of like a little emerald with a single black blemish right in the center, I thought to myself.

"Um," I started but then couldn't finish my thought. After his green eyes, my own blue ones settled on his crotch. He was wearing powder blue cords. From the look of them, they'd been worn a lot. Levi corduroys in those days were cut very high at the inseam so not much was left to the imagination. And Andy's cords fit snug and showed that he was indeed a happy boy. This of course made me a happy boy too.

"So....Will asked me to come over this morning so we could talk about the season."

"The season?"

"Didn't Will mention? He asked me to be the third with you guys moving the down markers for varsity football this year."

"Um" I said again. "No, he didn't mention." It took world-class effort to drag my eyes from his blue cords back up to his green eyes.

"That's cool. I just moved in down the street this month, we're from New York. I started up as a senior at school with you guys."

I found it hard to believe that I had not noticed Andy around school and the year was already two weeks over.

To his credit, if Andy had noticed my wandering eyes, he gave no indication of it.

"Oh," I said. "Do you have a car?" I asked. My need to get driven around might have been even more powerful than my need to get laid.

Andy smiled. A mouth full of still more perfect white teeth. Of course his teeth were perfect. Jeez!

If there had ever been hope of my morning hard-on going away, that was now lost. "Sure do," he said. "The little darlin' is parked right out front. If you boys get your butts moving, we'll take it out, see what she can do," he taunted, grinning again.

"I still need to shower," I managed.

"It's cool. Don't let me get in the way. "

"Well, Will's in the shower," I stammered like an idiot again.

"Yeah, you said. I can hear the water." What a moron I was being. Perhaps Will could save me by taking this guy downstairs to get a bagel or something so I could get out of bed.

"So where do you live?" Andy asked me.

"Oh, a few miles away, my folks are gone for the weekend so I'm staying over," I said hoping my possession of Will's extra bed would put an end to any hope this boy had of stealing my place at Will's side.

Andy smiled again. "I guess you guys out here do that a lot."

"Do what?" I asked.

"Sleepovers, you goof." Andy sat down on the bed beside me and slapped me on the chest. "In New York, I never really stayed over at anybody's house. I think my dad was too worried

I'd have a circle jerk with all my friends or something."

I'm sure I turned beet red. "Um."

Andy must have noticed that I looked like a tomato. He slapped me again on the chest.

"I think I hit a nerve buddy," he said laughing. In a flash, his hand moved lower from my chest, found my 18-year old erection, and gave it a couple fake pumps. "Son of a bitch, I knew it!" he said.

I heard the shower turn off.

"Seems like you and Will probably should have had a circle jerk, you're at the top of the flag pole!"

"Um," I moved my own hand to cover my dick outside the covers. "What?"

"Hey Will," Andy called, standing up and arching toward the bathroom down the hall.

Not quite sure if I came or not, I rearranged myself so that Will wouldn't see the outline of my hard-on through the blanket.

"That you Andy?" Will hollered through the door. "You met TJ I guess?"

"That's right. We were just getting to know each other out here," he grinned at me with a nod toward my mid-section. With that, Andy walked over and opened the bathroom door and let himself in.

My god, I thought, where does this guy get these balls? New Yorkers?! I can't imagine ever walking in on Will in the shower. And we were best friends! This guy just moves in down the street and in less than five minutes has grabbed hold of my hard cock and has got the view of Will I'd been hoping for since I'd started high school two years ago.

I looked up at the ceiling. This was going to be an interesting new friendship and we had our third guy for the football field markers.

Okay, I sighed.

Reaching into my underwear, another problem was solved. I no longer had a hard-on.

I had definitely come.

Will and Andy were in the bathroom for what seemed like hours, talking like they were old friends. Like they were as close friends!

Like Will and I were supposed to be, best friends in fact!!

Damn! And Will was at most in a towel. Or possibly less. The nerve of Andy to barge into the bathroom while Will was showering and just, well, talk to him!

Why didn't I think of that before? I had still never seen Will completely naked, other than a darkened flash as he zipped out of his boxers and into a swimming suit or something protected by at least half a closet door.

Sleeping over at Will's was always fun for me. Will's room was huge and way cooler than mine with two beds on opposite ends. Best of all, Will had total privacy since his older brother had left for college and he had the whole second floor to himself. His parents slept downstairs and seemed to take Will's privacy seriously. My own parents' room was right next to mine and I couldn't so much as take an extra deep breath lying in bed without them hearing it.

Will and Andy's conversation in the bathroom afforded me an opportunity to get out of bed unseen. Nobody would have to know that I had just majorly spooged my shorts without so much as a yank the moment Andy's hand grabbed my dick through the blanket.

I scrambled out of Will's other bed and put on a different pair of underwear. I had a flash of what it might be like for Will to come out of the bathroom and catch me with the remains of my boner in my boxers. But again, my shyness gene got hold of me and I just prayed I could unzip my little canvas bag and grab my shorts without anyone seeing my what effect Andy's hand outside the blankets had had on my eighteen-year old cock.

I was standing there in my clean boxers and nothing else considering my next move when Will and Andy finally came out of the bathroom.

Pants.

Okay, pants. I grabbed the jeans I'd had on last night and began tugging them up my runner's legs.

"Hey T.J., you've been working those legs," Andy commented, pointing a little south of my shorts.

"Um," I managed unable to explain that I ran my ass off pretty much every day in a vain attempt to make the high school cross country team in my senior year. Perhaps at least one high school letter could be mine before graduation.

"Will says you run," Andy added. "That's awesome, how far do you go?"

"Aren't you going to shower?" Will asked, ducking behind the closet door like usual to get dressed.

Now I had 2 questions to answer. Andy's seemed more interesting. "Um, yes, I mean, about 4 or 5 miles a day." The truth is I ran a lot more than that usually but I didn't want to make a big deal of it.

"The towels are under the sink like usual," Will reminded me. I took a secret pride in Will telling me and Andy hearing that the towels were in their usual place. Of course they were under the sink. Where in the world else would they be? I knew where they were. Right where they had been the last 50 times I had slept over, thank you very much. Take that Mr. Sexy New Yorker.

Andy didn't seem to notice Will's comment. "I'd love to go running with you at school or something," he said. "I ran track at my old school in New York. Since I was a Freshmen."

Of course he ran track at his old high school.

Probably the 10,000. And when Andy wasn't running track, he probably sat on the bed beside other sexually repressed runners and grabbed their hard weenies through the covers too. New York was one crazy fucking place. "Um, okay." I answered, unsure if I remembered the question.

"What about later today?" Andy asked.

I looked over at Will. Will was behind the closet door and didn't even see me somehow asking his permission to go running with Mr. New York. Andy's emerald eyes penetrated me from front to back.

I felt myself get a stirring in the crotch department. "Um, I've got a bit more reading to do for Monday," I stammered. Andy began to look sad. Oh, all right. "But we should be able to get a run in later." I would probably never keep up with Andy's frenetic east coast track team pace, but well, what the heck, he did have a hot little butt and I could have a great view for a few miles.

Andy's face relaxed when I agreed to the run.

Making another snap decision, I tossed off my jeans and decided to shower after all.

"I'm gonna go ahead and..."

Will answered for the both of them. "Okay we'll see you downstairs. I'll check on breakfast.

I kicked my jeans over toward the bed I had slept in on the other side of Will's room, grabbed a clean t-shirt out of my bag and walked in the bathroom, closing the door. Did it lock? Hmmm. Did I want it to lock? Um, well, no.

Standing under the hot water in Will's shower, I was torn between my favored role as best friend to the most popular guy in school and some unspoken devotion to this ballsy new guy who thought it was the most normal thing to grab my cock and to go stand in the bathroom while Will toweled off. Andy had courage I would never have. Geez! On the other hand, Andy was also like ungodly hot.

And of course it was already a foregone conclusion that Andy was going to be joining Will and I moving the yardage markers at our high school football games this fall. I might as well make the best of it. A tough job, to be sure, but someone had to do it I sighed.

I soaped my back. At 18, I was in pretty decent shape for a non-athlete that had no high school letters to brag about. My running kept me toned, and my healthy diet kept my abs flat.

I had seen plenty of dudes in the showers at school and I knew my body was just fine. All by myself, I liked the feel of my naked skin. I had no chest hair to speak of, but neither did a lot of the other guys I saw in the locker room.

Will had some. It had started coming in a few months ago and I envied him that. Would be nice to have a little light matting up there, but well I could wait for now. I ran my hands up and down my legs, letting the soap bubbles reduce the friction of my little self-massage.

I bent over to touch my toes, stretching my hamstrings. I stayed down here a while, letting the water bounce off my butt and run between the crease and then drip from my ball sack.

I had shaved my balls yesterday afternoon. I liked how they felt when they were so smooth against my thighs. I heard some of the guys near my locker talking about shaving. Their girlfriends all but insisted on it if they were going to be giving them head. I had gotten nearly completely hard listening to the conversation and had rushed out of there dripping wet to make sure nobody noticed. My own first attempt at shaving my dick and balls had been a bloody mess. Over time though with a little experience and with just the right amount of pressure, I got the technique down and now I did it pretty much every week. I was going to mention it to Will that he should try to shave his pubes, in fact I'm such an expert that I'm just the guy to help you master the procedure, but of course I chickened out.

Standing up, I soaped up my dick and let my hands linger over the softness of my scrotum.

My hands had caused me to get semi-hard again.

Should I jerk off? I folded my arms across my chest and closed my eyes. Technically I was alone but god knows Andy might just burst in on me at any time. He might look inside the shower with those green eyes and laser in on my 8 and one third inches of youthful manhood. The warm steam of the shower was hypnotic and I felt myself take a deep breath. No, I would not whack off to some fantasy about Andy. If I am going to do this in Will's shower, I will only think of Will. Out of respect.

Smiling, I thought about Andy and Will standing in the bathroom together while Will toweled off. Will and I had been close friends since meeting in AP English and he had recently announced to me this whole business that we were going to be yardage marker guys during our Friday night football games. Will was pretty good friends with lots of the team. Actually, he was easily the most popular guy in our entire senior class. Everybody loved Will. But of course he was my friend. And hot or not, Andy was not going to be my new best friend. And Andy was not stealing Will from me the most popular guy in school was going to remain mine.

I let my hands linger on my cock. Soap wasn't exactly the best lubricant for me. But well, it was better than nothing. Jeez my sex drive made me such a pig. I had just shot a load in my boxers after Andy sat on the bed beside me and grabbed my dick. But here I was hard as a rock.

I thought of Will in the towel. He was naturally muscled and didn't work at it at all. He was thin like me but he did pretty much

nothing to achieve the same results that I ran miles each week for. I had only four tiny chest hairs up closer to my neck. They were pale and sort of matched my blonde hair. I had been carefully nurtured the little guys on my upper chest three years now in the vain hope that more would follow. I considered naming them once but thought better of it. Still the big four clung to my otherwise smooth chest, unseen by any humans but myself. In a moment of weakness, I pointed them to out to Will one morning when we were getting changed, but he claims not to have been able to see what I was talking about. I had to punch him in the arm.

I had myself fully erect and pointing upward toward my belly button. All the steel-like length of my raging hard-on straining upward, aching to drop a load on Will's shower.

I was midway through devising an elaborate fantasy about me and Will dumping our prom dates at the side of a road and jumping back into the limo to rip each other's tuxedo off. Lost in the made-up story, I nearly laid an egg when the bathroom door opened and Andy walked in.

"T.J., what are you doing in there buddy?" Andy sang out. "Spanking it I assume?"

This guy was fucking nuts!

If there was a world record for decreasing the size of a cum-filled 18-year old dick from top mast down to something small, floppy and lifeless, I prayed to achieve it. Unfortunately my dick didn't operate like that and I could only hope for Andy to stay on his side of the curtain while my cock took it's time going down.

"Just finishing up," I told Andy nervously.

Provocatively. Fully aware that my double entendre would not satisfy him.

"Finishing up what?" Andy asked provocatively.

"Um."

"That's what I thought," he said, laughing. "Well you be good to yourself in there, I don't want you to go blind or something. Will's mom sent me up to find out how you like your eggs."

How I like my eggs? What was this guy talking about? I ate eggs just like Will's mom cooked them. I had been over on weekend mornings plenty of times and nobody had ever asked about my preference with eggs.

"Um, how about sunny side up?" I said.

"Okay, I'll tell her," Andy said.

I shut the water off and reached outside the curtain for the towel. I had not come, but I thought I could probably get through the day with just the one orgasm for the morning.

Unfortunately, the towel was where I'd left it.

I peeked outside the curtain. Sure as shit, there was Andy leaning against the sink with a funny grin on his face, holding my towel. Since he was further away than my arm could reach, I would have to get out of the shower to get the towel. My dick was still about three quarters hard.

"Andy, come on, gimme the towel."

"It's right here pal," Andy teased.

What the fuck? I swung open the curtain and lunged for the towel.

"Will's gonna be pissed if I get water all over the place," I lied. Will was about the most easy-going guy on the planet. I could have peed on his bathroom floor and he wouldn't even have mentioned it.

Andy whistled. A high arcing note you usually heard when girls walked by some construction site. "Boy oh boy, T.J., you got yourself a decent little Johnson there. I bet the girls go crazy over that thing." He had still not given me the towel.

"Andy, just give it over please," I pleaded, one hand grabbing for the towel that he was now dangling dramatically on his far side and one hand trying to cover myself.

"No problem," he said, swinging the towel around my neck and grinning madly.

I started to dry off. Andy just stood there.

"Well?" I asked.

"Well what?"

"Aren't you gonna tell Will's mom that I want sunny side up?"

"Oh yeah, right."

"It's not totally hard you know. It has a little bit more to go." I felt the need to say it, but immediately regretted it.

Andy laughed out loud. "Yeah, I bet," he said. "And pull this dick and it plays Jingle Bells."

I gave him an exasperated look. I turned to face the mirror, hoping that by turning away I could both put an end to the conversation and lean my penis against the cabinet and keep Andy from grabbing it again.

With the full force of his palm, Andy slapped me right in the center of my butt. "Okay, T.J. I guess you're telling me that the show's over.

I'll see you downstairs." Closing the door behind him, I caught a flash of Andy's smile as he walked out of the bathroom.

I couldn't believe the morning I was having.

Who the hell is this guy? Is everyone in New York like this?

Ten minutes later, my balls a little blue after Andy's interruption of my shower wank session, I marched innocently into the kitchen. Will and Andy were already eating with Will's parents.

They apologized profusely for having started without me but nobody was real sure when exactly I was coming down.

But, didn't Andy get sent up to check on me? I looked at Andy and he just smiled with all of those straight white teeth.

I eyed the food spread out on the table and felt another jumble in my underwear.

I looked from the table to Will. He looked back with a big grin on his face, suggesting that it was just absolutely awesome to him that he now had two friends to have breakfast with him over at his house.

I looked from the table to Andy. His grin was even bigger. There were no eggs of any kind.

We were having French Toast. I sat down quickly beside Will.

Andy hadn't been sent up to check how I like my eggs. He came upstairs to catch me in the shower. The thought swirled around my head and landed right in my crotch. I could feel myself getting hard. Again.

 

[Craiger]

Ah! Now we finally meet Andy. I must say I wish I had had the confidence he displays. I'd have had so much more fun in high school. Hell, if I'd have had all the sex that these guys have I'd be the worlds greatest sexologist. God bless those raging hormones.

Craiger

 

[santiaga]

keep it coming maybe andy will encourage him to go after the football qb

 

[maxndrew]

Great story... can't wait for part 4!

 

[2008spike]

PART 4

After breakfast, Will, Andy, and I took Will's car over to JC Penny to get measured for the uniforms we would need in order to move the yardage markers at the Friday night football games.

The whole thing had been Will's idea, but I had warmed up to it quickly when I recognized that it meant that I would be hanging out for a couple of hours within breathing distance of all the guys on our high school football team.

Will was my best friend going back to 10th grade in AP English. As the most popular kid in our senior class, the guy who won the majority of the class awards when we voted on them as juniors,

Will was a huge life force at our school.

Now, as 18-year old seniors, we were on top of the school. Will was at the absolute apex of the popularity pyramid, and I was his trusted right hand guy. I enjoyed being the best friend of the guy who was most likely to succeed, who had the best personality, and who was considered the best kisser. It definitely raised my own social rank by the simple association.

Andy on the other hand was this new puzzle in me and Will's life. Or for sure in my life.

With Will, everything was no big deal. He probably didn't even realize that Andy had the greenest eyes on the planet, that Andy had run track since he had been a Freshmen at his old school in New York, or that Andy was courageous enough to just grab my dick innocently the first five minutes after I'd met him.

Andy had just transferred in as a senior from his high school back east. His family had moved in down the block from Will. And as a complete surprise to me, Will had invited Andy to be our third person moving the yardage and first down markers. My own introduction to Andy had been pretty memorable, particularly the memory about his hand grabbing my engorged cock. With Andy around, I had had quite a morning.

I had my usual morning hard-on and hoped he wouldn't notice but he did, even through the blankets on Will's extra bed.

Later while I was in Will's shower totally aroused from the morning's events and with my dick sticking straight up lathered up with soap,

Andy had barged into the bathroom scaring me to death.

He snatched my towel away so that he got a complete view of my erection. All 8 and one third inches of it. Maybe shrunken down just a little bit from the shock of having to display myself to our new 18-year old friend so I could have my towel back.

Then, if all that wasn't enough. When I walked downstairs to breakfast with Will and his parents and Andy, it became clear to me that Andy had not just walked into the bathroom to ask me what kind of eggs I wanted. We were having French Toast after all. Andy had come into the bathroom just to see me in the shower. That realization made me instantly hard, again.

And though I had not, thank god, come in my shorts for the second time this morning when Andy grabbed my thigh under the breakfast table, it had been very close. I quietly ate my French Toast. Will was oblivious to it all.

So sitting shot gun in the front seat of Will's Honda, my weenie had had quite a morning. Now we were going to a fitting for crissakes.

What next? I suppose we were all going to have to share a fitting room!

In the Penny's men's department, the three of us mens tried to find somebody to help us. There was supposed to be a pre-selected uniform for us that we just needed to try on. Once we were sure the uniform was going to work, we left our names and once the school arranged payment we could come back to pick it up. Nobody seemed to be around who knew anything about anything though.

"I guess we'll have to just help ourselves," Andy said, while Will walked way across the store to try and get somebody who knew what they were doing.

"Yeah, I guess, but no funny business from you Mister," I smiled. The memory of Andy's hand on my hard dick separated only by the blankets on Will's bed was fresh in my mind.

Pointing at his chest with both hands, Andy gave me a sheepish "What? Me?' look and turned to examine a rack of belts. I scanned the floor to try and find Will but he was nowhere in sight.

Thwack! My ass exploded in pain.

I turned around startled to see Andy holding a long brown belt and wearing a huge grin.

"Jesus, Andy, what the fuck are you doing? That really hurt," I moaned.

"Please," he said, laughing and cocking his right arm with the belt again. "It can't possibly be the first time you've been whipped with a belt."

"Well, no, but not in Penny's." I said with a grin, now trying to shrug it off as no big deal.

The pain was searing into my flesh and seemed like it was radiating all the way from back to front. Putting my arms up to prevent any further attacks, I smiled and walked toward Andy. I grabbed at the belt in his hand and he let it fall and took off down the linoleum floor between departments with me in hot pursuit.

Andy ran at not quite full speed since there were people with shopping bags in the aisles. He was laughing so loud that everybody turned to look.

After he dashed in and out of the sock department and dove behind a big table of ties. I easily caught him and wrestled him to the floor. Once there, I had absolutely no idea what to do with him so I put him in a head lock that he easily wriggled out of. As one, we banged into the sale tie table and a few from the edges fell onto my back. Andy was on his back on the ground and I was on top of him trying to pull his shirt off.

I could see the clean smoothness of his skin on his back and smell the soap he used to wash with. Dial? Zest? As both of us screeched with the giggles, he struggled to try and rip my shirt off as well. Since I remained on top, I used the force of my body to pin one arm, kept tugging on Andy's shirt with the other, and then used my second arm to force his hands to the ground.

Just as I nearly had his shirt up around his neck, his hand got free and grabbed fiercely for the belt loop on the back of my pants. Pulling up as hard as he could, the raw strip of my butt where Andy had struck me with the belt seemed to light on fire again and I yelped.

"Yow!"

Andy stopped pulling on my pants and looked at my face. Our eyes were about 6 inches apart, both of us breathing heavily. Jeez! He had the greenest eyes I had ever seen. Locked together, we both froze, simply enjoying the closeness of our faces, our breath merging. Our chests heaved together and I could feel skin on skin near my belly button where we both had raised shirts. We cracked up and I rolled off of him.

The feel of Andy's bare skin against mine was intoxicating and I felt my dick start to swell. I had never been quite so close to anybody like this ever before. I wondered what it would be like to feel all of Andy naked against me.

"Don't let me interrupt, guys." It was Will. He was standing there with a sales lady from Penny's.

I rolled off of Andy and struggled to my feet. Andy just kept laying on the ground on his back.

"Well bro," he said, I see you found the little lady who is going to help us get decked out for the football games. Little TJ and I were just passing the time while you went on your search," he added, with a nod to me now standing up straight. I shoved my hands in my pockets to hide what had now become the humiliating outline of my fully erect cock.

Will looked over at me and smiled. "I can see that the 3 of us are going to get along great."

Andy laughed and held out a hand to me to lift him off the floor. I obliged as Will introduced Evelyn who seemed to know what we needed and could help us out.

"I'm afraid that the jumpers you boys need are actually not here in the Men's Department. They are downstairs on the basement level in Tools."

"Jumpers?" I asked, not really sure what it was.

"Tools?" Will asked.

"What exactly is a jumper, Miss?" Andy directed his question at Evelyn.

Evelyn smiled. It's just a one-piece suit that a lot of workmen wear. It's designed to keep you warm and minimize any bulges or extra folds that might get caught on heavy machinery."

Subconsciously I grabbed the head of my dick to protect it further. I am certain I blushed.

Andy looked from my crotch to my face and cracked up.

"Bulges or extra folds?!" he laughed.

"Um hmm," Evelyn responded and pivoted to walk toward the escalator for our trip down to the basement. We followed closely behind her. I kept my hands in my pockets though it was softening a little bit.

Evelyn walked us over to a back corner of the tool department, tucked in behind a huge display of chain saws and table saws that had been patterned into a ghoulishly shaped tree.

"Who's first?" Evelyn asked cheerfully holding up a bright orange jumper.

"Yecch!" Andy said. What is that thing? Is that really 100% polyester?"

"Shouldn't these have failed some fire code or something?" Will added, with a giggle.

"Okay boys. Let's just get this over with." Evelyn ignored both Andy and Will's comments. "This one is a large. I'm thinking you should go try this on." She pointed at Will.

Ever the pleaser, Will took the hideous orange suit from her and complied with the demand.

"Where is a changing room," Will asked.

"Boys, this is the Tool Department. We don't have a changing room. You can either walk through the store back up to the Men's Department or you can use the janitor closet right over there." She pointed to a door next to a stack of boxed vacuum cleaners.

"Will smiled. " I guess it's the janitor's closet" He followed Evelyn to the indicated door and slipped inside. Evelyn walked back to Andy and I with 2 more jumpers in her hand.

"Medium, medium," she said handing each of us one more off the rack. "And they're supposed to fit snug. You don't want those extra , you know."

"Bulges or folds," both Andy and I said in unison. We laughed again.

"And no more tomfoolery," she admonished us.

"Tomfoolery?" Andy and I giggled to each other.

While we waited for Will to try on his jumper, the lovely Evelyn walked away to speak to one of her colleagues over by the register and Andy and I found ourselves alone. Yet again.

"I don't imagine these orange popsicle suits are going to cover that dick of yours. Especially if you keep getting a woody like you've had all morning,"

"Gimme a fucking break, dude," I shot back, embarrassed again by the plain talk. Will never spoke to me like this, so why all of a sudden was Andy doing it. I mean, he was practically a stranger. Not that I didn't want him to of course.

Andy was relentless, ever the New Yorker. "So you were hard when I walked into Will's room this morning, just lying there in bed in all your glory. You were hard in the shower when I caught you whacking it. You popped another one in the car as we were driving over here. And here we are again, in the tool section of America's favorite department store and there you are again. Does it ever go soft?" Andy pointed at my hands which had subconsciously dove back into my pockets.

"Dude," I tried to explain.

"Dude nothing," Andy interrupted. "you're like a horn dog sex maniac."

I laughed. "Hardly. I just can't control it." I stammered.

"Nothing to explain, bro. It happens to all of us. I mean, my god, we're eighteen. At the peak of our sexual prime. I was starting to pop one myself when you were grinding your pelvis into mine on the floor upstairs."

"I was not grinding my pelvis into yours," I protested.

Andy just smiled. Will came out of the janitor's closet with a huge grin on his face.

"Okay gents. Your turn. I don't know if I can ever really wear this in public. But it does fit."

"What do you mean, it fits?" I asked stupidly.

He looked at me. "It fits," he said again. "Just leave it at that. It's not something that anybody should ever have to wear unless you're going moose hunting or something. It's like incredibly bright orange."

"Okay, here goes," Andy said. He walked off to the janitor's closet and closed the door.

Will and I talked about how much abuse we were going to take from the football guys in these outfits. I was still moaning and complaining that it wasn't right when Andy came out with his jumper over his arm and a still bigger smile on his face. The contrast of those green emerald eyes against the neon orange of the polyester was a little distracting.

"That was quick," I said, a little surprised Andy was already finished.

"Fits," Andy announced.

"Cool," Will said. "I'm going to go check out some shoes while you guys finish up. Evelyn said to meet her back upstairs in the Men's Department when we're done. She has the paperwork up there for us to sign." Will moved toward the escalators and I went into the janitor's closet, carefully shutting the door behind me. With a little concern, I noticed it had no lock. Ah well, Andy was standing guard.

I stripped off my clothes and stood on the cold stone floor in my shorts. I finally had a chance to examine the welt that Andy had given me when he smacked me with the belt. Looking over my shoulder at my white ass, the view wasn't a great one but there was a red stripe across my buttocks about two inches wide. With a sigh, I rubbed it a little to see if he had broken the skin. When I was pretty sure all was intact and I was not going to be getting blood all over the jumper, I stuck my legs into the holes and wriggled the smooth hot fabric up to my hips.

I wasn't surprised when the door opened and Andy stuck his head in. It had taken him longer than I figured.

"So, how's it going, bro?" he asked. "Everything working out?"

"Yep. All good," I answered. I was having trouble tugging the jumper up high enough so that I could get my arms into the holes. Pulling up the legs as high as I could, I gave one final urgent yank and then heard a rip.

I froze and Andy's mouth opened as we both looked at each other.

"Uh oh," Andy said.

"Uh oh," I echoed. "Here, help me pull this up,"

I asked him, handing him one side of the top part to help get over my shoulders.'

"Pretty broad shoulders, dude, I don't know that we're going to make it."

Breathless, I said, "We'll make it," I said, having gotten one arm into the arm hole. "If I can just get..."

"Maybe you should take off your tighty whities bro, that would give you some extra room." Andy smiled.

"You'd really like that I think," I said.

"Well, you know, whatever it takes."

Since I hadn't zipped up the jumper in front, my dick and balls were piled up inside my shorts higher than usual and getting squeezed by the bottom of the pants. I jerked the unused sleeve away from him to give it a final shot on my own.

"You've done enough for today, thank you very much," I said. The memory of his hand on my hard dick while I laid back in Will's bed was still fresh in my mind. I pointed to my butt.

"Ooh, yeah, I bet that stings, Did you check it out? Did it bleed or anything?"

"I don't think so," I said.

"Well, did you get a good look?"

I looked over my shoulder for a not so clear look at my own red butt. "I don't know, maybe."

"Dude, we don't want you bleeding all over this brand new beautiful jumper, do we? Let me check it out for you."

"This is not going to fit," I announced, ignoring his comment. I took my one arm out of the hole and began to pull it off my legs when I caught site of the tag. "Well, no wonder, it's a small."

"Small bro. Worry not little friend. I will go back out and get you a medium while you stand in this janitor's closet in just your Fruit of the Looms."

"Jockey," I said. "They're Jockey."

He looked down at my crotch "Jockey? They fit you good."

"Yep, they're pretty comf," I added.

"Huh?" he gave my waistband a snap against my lover abdomen.

"Just go get the fucking bigger size already."

Andy walked out of the janitor's closet and shut the door. I stood there feeling self-conscious and cold.

He was back in a flash.

"Medium," he announced. "this time for real." I turned away and bent over to pick up the jumper and slip my legs into it first. Hey, but let me check out the damage I did to your butt."

In an instant, he had my Jockey shorts down around my ankles and his hand on my red welt. He whistled. On the opposite side, my cock sprang free.

"Dude, there's some serious damage to your ass here," he said

"Do I need Bactine? A doctor?" I asked.

"Bactine, yeah, I guess," Andy responded. "Doctor? Well maybe, but that will have to wait." He spread my ass cheeks to more closely inspect my hole.

"What are you doing now?" I asked. Conscious of his warm hands against my smooth, hairless, buttocks, I was wholly unprepared for the sensation of another human being touching my anus.

Andy let his fingers linger there for a moment before declaring this particular part of my anatomy intact.

"Hmm. I think you're good in the sphincter department. In fact, I'd say very, very good."

I had no response.

I turned around to face him. My dick was yet again on the rise. My ball sack hung low despite the coldness of the room. I had always been proud of that fact.

Andy's green eyes locked with mine. I reached my arms up to his shoulders, my undershorts around my ankles. I started to move my fact closer to his. Andy responded by doing the same, he had still not looked down to check out my equipment.

I felt a very light touch cup the bottom of my balls. The feeling was out of this world. I shuddered and inched my mouth closer to his lips, the full length of my 8 and one third inches of dick magnetically pulling me toward Andy. This guy I had met only 3 or 4 hours ago.

Andy leaned in so that our chests were touching, my raw skin against his shirt, my cock pointed skyward as I pressed it against the buttons of his jeans. I felt his warm breath on my neck as I gripped him more tightly and I felt a further surge in my rock hard dick. A drop of pre-cum pooled at the opening and I began to be aware of Andy's own erectness confined behind the thin cotton of his cords.

I moved my hands around his back, pulling him closer. He smelled like soap.

Andy moved his hands from side to side on my ass. He spread my cheeks and I felt the JC Penney air conditioning on my asshole. More pre-cum oozed from my penis.

A knock on the door startled us. Andy pulled away and helped me pull my Jockeys up, smearing the liquid from the head of my penis onto his forearm. We both smiled.

"Will?" he answered. "Is that you? TJ needed a bigger size."

Yup. Indeed I did. Indeed I did.

Later that day, once we got back from the store doing our fitting for the uniforms we would have to wear, Andy and I decided to go for a run.

I had to go home since I hadn't brought any running stuff over to Will's house.

Andy dropped Will at home and we zipped up to my house. My parents were still not home from my dad's business trip up north, so the house was deserted except for the dog.

I filled her water bowl in the kitchen while Andy went to the bathroom to take a leak. Smiling at the situation I found myself in, I listened to my new friend peeing in our downstairs bathroom before I turned the water on. Pretty strong stream. That means big dick, right?

Man! When it rains it pours!

First Joey Collucci in the locker room at school and now this. If my life kept up on the present course, my virginity would be gone by the end of the week! I wasn't quite sure to who yet, but that was not too important.

After I put the dog's water down on the floor, I waited for Andy to come out of the bathroom so that I could take him upstairs to my room. He seemed like he was taking an awfully long time in there. Could he be...?

I left the kitchen and walked over to the bathroom. Andy was nowhere in sight. He had not flushed the toilet, so I did. My parents expected their high school senior son to be able to flush the toilet and this didn't strike me as an unreasonable expectation.

"Andy?"

I walked over to the stairs and looked up.

"Where'd you go?"

Starting to climb up, I had butterflies in my stomach. At the top, there was still no sign of Andy.

"Andy? Are you in my room?"

I walked in and there he was, my running shoes spread out on the floor. He was barefoot and peering inside of an old pair.

"What are you, like a size 5?" Andy looked up at me smiling.

"Nine."

He tossed the shoe at me, hitting me just north of my dick.

"These are not nines, dude. They can't be more than a five. Six max!"

I tackled him, knocking him backward onto his back. He held onto another one of my shoes as I wrestled him to a pin.

"They are nines," I insisted, slightly out of breath from the exertion of pinning him.

Wriggling free, he quickly had me on my back. He grabbed at my crotch.

"This may be a nine, dude. Not the shoes. Perhaps you're just mixed up," he grinned. His emerald eyes lit up and locked again with mine.

I tried to break free but Andy kept my chest down with one arm and left his hand on my growing crotch. My cock started to grow.

Honestly! How many hard-ons could I get in one day? I had come once this morning while lying in the extra bed in Will's bedroom.

Andy was unlike anybody I'd ever known. More forward. More aggressive. More of a horn dog than anyone I'd ever met before. I might like this.

"It's not nine inches, Andy," I said. "Just eight and a third."

This cracked him up and he let go. He rolled over onto his back and laughed out loud. I sat up on my elbow and looked at him.

He was gorgeous, I'd have to give him that. He had amazing sandy blond hair and surprisingly dark eyebrows. It made an amazing contrast with his green eyes. Andy's teeth were straight and white. As he laughed, his smile lit up the room. His cords strained against what I imagined lied underneath. He had taken off his shoes and socks and had these big sexy feet. I swallowed hard.

When he stopped laughing at my comment, he rolled up onto one elbow and we found our faces three inches apart. Could this be happening? On the floor of my bedroom?

"Eight and one third inches! Are you sure? It couldn't be eight and a quarter or eight and a half?" Andy looked at me, smiling again.

"Nope. Eight and a third," I explained matter-of-factly. I looked down at my own groin seeking some sort of validation. "Exactly."

Andy put his hand on my chin and lifted my face up so that we were even again.

"Could we measure it again just to be absolutely sure?" he asked.

I pretended to be shocked that he didn't believe me.

"You're kidding, right? You think I'd mess up measuring something as important as my own penis?"

"Well, maybe not. But let's be sure."

In one slick motion, Andy pushed me back down onto my back and reached for the snap of my jeans.

I lay still and let him remove my pants. My cock was growing and straining out the top elastic band. I looked down at his own pants and was sure I saw his own basket increasing in size.

Within seconds, he had my Jockey shorts off and I lay there naked from the waist down.

Andy sat on his bent knees, his bare feet splayed out to the side. He looked at the shaft of my cock. I was totally hard and the tip reached nearly to my belly button. He smiled and shook his head. "Do you have a ruler?" he asked.

I thought for a moment.

"In the kitchen in the junk drawer I think."

"Don't move," he commanded. Andy leaped up onto his feet and darted out of my bedroom. He padded quickly down the stairs. "Where exactly is the junk drawer?"

I told him.

"Why exactly are we doing this again?" But he probably didn't hear me. I lay back and

relaxed. Andy was back in less than 30 seconds, ruler in hand.

"Okay, here we go," he said. He plopped down on his knees with his beautiful emerald eyes fixed on my mid-section.

I grabbed the ruler out of his hand. "I'll do it, thank you very much," I said.

He objected. "Dude! You're not measuring your own pecker. You can't possibly get the angle right. That's why you've got me to help. Give me back the ruler."

I ignored him and lifted up my dick and placed the ruler beside it. There was still more pre-cum on the end so I wiped it off and held my finger up.

"I'll take that," Andy said. He grabbed my hand and shoved the finger with the pre-cum into his mouth.

I looked him with surprise. Did he just lick my pre-cum? Oh my god! I was stunned!

"And I'll take that as well," he grabbed the ruler away before I could object.

Taking my cock in one hand, he held it gently and lay the ruler flush against my pubic hair. He gave the end a little tug to straighten out the curve.

"Hah."

"Hah, what?" I said, looking again into the deep green of his eyes.

"It's eight all right. That's pretty impressive. But I'm not getting that extra one third of an inch dude."

"What?"

"I only get eight and a quarter. And if I remember my fractions..."

"Let me see that."

Andy's hand had pre-cum smeared on it again and he went to lick it, but I grabbed his wrist and forced it closer to my own mouth. For the first time ever, I tasted my own juice. Or at least the early version of it.

"Wow," Andy's face lit up with teeth. "That's hot." He didn't even try to take the ruler back.

With fierce determination, I stretched my dick all the way out to eight and a third inches and showed Andy the place on the ruler.

"See? Eight and a third, buddy boy," I pronounced.

"Okay, I'm impressed, now get your pants back on. We're still going running, and then we're going to tell Will how well hung his little buddy TJ is."

I gulped and looked at Andy. He stood up.

"You're not really going to tell Will, are you?"

From the carpet of my bedroom, I looked up.

Behind Andy's head on the ceiling was my poster of Olivia Newton-John and John Travolta decked out in black leather from Grease. I smiled up at him.

"You're kidding right? We're gonna measure you next, right?" I asked hopefully.

"Me? No way. We're going running."

"But..." I protested.

"But nothing. We didn't all the way up here to your house to measure our cocks and waste this beautiful sunshine. We're going running. Then we'll see."

"But..."

"TJ! Plenty of time for that later. Now get your pants on, dude."

I laid there looking up at John Travolta. What would he do in this situation?

My hard-on lay on my lower stomach, sadly neglected. But we had gotten so close... Would I ever have sex with anybody? Ever?

Slowly, I got to my feet. Andy just stood there, his stunning green eyes boring holes through me.

Facing him, my dick finally softened a bit and now pointed straight to the basket between his legs. He noticed and smiled. He bent over and gave the end of my penis a kiss.

Straightening up, his lips were closed. I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Here I was standing not half a foot from Andy, this incredibly hot guy in my own bedroom. I was naked from the waste down and this hunk had just kissed my dick. My parents weren't home until tomorrow night. We were both of legal age. In New York. Here. What could not be more perfect about the situation? I should throw him onto my bed and strip his clothes off and lose my virginity right here.

But I didn't.

I walked over to my dresser, dug out some running shorts and pulled them up over my thighs. Andy was frozen in place. Watching me. I threw my shirt into the corner of my room and found a fresh tank top to put on. I sat down on the edge of my bed to put on my socks, then my shoes, the ones Andy had been checking out.

"Size nine, right?"

I looked up from doing my laces. What was he doing to me? "Yup. Size nine. Why?"

"I'm an eleven," he announced.

I smiled and looked at his bare feet peeking from beneath the bell bottom of the tight blue cords.

"Yes you are Andy, yes you are. Does that mean...?"

He said nothing, just nodded.

We walked downstairs. I locked the door behind us as we got into his car to go to his house to pick up his running gear.

Fuck.

 

[Críostóir]

Loving it!

But if they don't fuck by part nine, I'm giving up. JUST KIDDING.

 

[2008spike]

The rest of the week was mercifully uneventful.

I didn't see anybody naked. Nobody saw me naked. I didn't anybody's asshole during a massage, in fact, I didn't even given anybody a massage. To sum it up, it was just a normal week at school for a terribly under-sexed 18-year old senior. Me.

Until Friday night.

Friday night was the first game of the season for our football team. I wouldn't have missed it.

Will, Andy and I were going to get our first experience moving the chains along the sidelines. Will and I did the yardage markers and Andy took the first down marker. I'd say we made a pretty ridiculous looking trio in our orange jumpers from JC Penny. For added insult, we wore black and white striped vests over the top. There was absolutely no way that we could mistaken for a football player.

In the first half of the game, our team got behind 21-10. My new buddy Joey Collucci"the varsity quarterback"was not having a great game throwing the ball. Most of our yardage had come from running, as had the lone touchdown. If this trend kept up, we were going to end the night 0 and 1, no wins, one loss. Ugh.

While Will and I marched up and down the field with both sides of the first down marker, Andy had the ball placement marker and would stick the pole in the ground at the same spot as my pole when the situation called for it. This allowed for a little jockeying in position as the 2 of us tried to stand in the same place a few times, and while our eyes met or we smiled at one another, we didn't say much.

What could I say to Andy anyhow? So, you've seen my dick hard and measured it with a ruler"when do I get to see yours and do the same?....do you do this with all of your new friends? It was probably a conversation not had on the sidelines of our Friday night high school football game while the players stood just feet away.

Toward the end of the second quarter as the clock wound down, we had the ball and had put together a little drive of sorts.

Joey dropped back to pass on third down and the crowd grew silent. He seemed like he stood in the pocket forever but all the downfield receivers were covered. When the defensive line finally broke through, they chased Joey across the field so he decided to run for it. Tucking the ball in, he scrambled over the line of scrimmage and tried to get the first down.

Will and Andy and I all shouted like maniacs, the stands behind us roared. If we could go into the locker room at half time after a touchdown and down by only 4 points, we had a chance in the second half.

While Joey struggled to get enough yardage to extend the drive, he didn't see a linebacker racing toward him full speed from his blind side. The defender hit Joey with so much velocity that he was knocked flat. The ball flew out of Joey's hands and his helmet came off. We all watched helplessly as Joey hit the turf with a horrible thud, his neck twisting.

While the ball Joey had coughed up rolled harmlessly out of bounds, our 18-year old stud quarterback with the dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and perfect chiseled body lay on the ground not moving. A collective groan of sympathy erupted from the crowd on both sides of the stadium. I screamed, surprising myself and probably Will and Andy at the sound that came out of my mouth.

The coaching staff ran onto the field toward Joey. I dropped the marker I'd been holding and sprinted along with them. He was out cold.

Standing over my friend, unable to see his face, at first I thought he might be dead.

"Give him some room."

"Let's get a medic out here."

"Joey, Joey, talk to me?"

"Joey, you still with us?"

Straining to get closer, I watched his chest rise and fall. Thank god. He was still breathing.

Once that was settled, the team doctor started barking orders to anybody who would listen. They put something near his nose and after a few seconds Joey coughed and then slowly sat up.

The first eyes he met were mine. He smiled.

"I'm all right," he said.

The coaches all exhaled. I let myself take a breath too. I smiled back at Joey.

Two of the other players helped Joey get to his feet and the crowd in the stands roared the loudest they had all night. There were whistles and cat calls for our quarterback as he made it over to the sidelines. We had to turn the ball over to the other team and we would go into the locker room down by 11 points, but at least Joey Collucci was all right. He went to the bench to sit down.

I resumed my post moving the yardage marker as we neared the end of the quarter. I was so concerned about Joey that I couldn't really think about what I was doing and I just let Will at the other end of the chain drag me where I needed to be.

When time ran out on the first half, I just kept holding my yard marker pole on the sideline while I watched the players run off the field to the gym for half time. Somebody put a big dirty hand on my shoulder. I was in a bit of a daze that I didn't immediately realize it was Joey.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Am I okay? What the fuck, dude? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'll make it. Just got my bell rung."

"Man. You sure did. I was like totally freaked." I responded, a little more nervously than I should have.

Joey laughed and took his hand off my shoulder.

"Yeah, you and everyone else. I'll be fine."

"Nothing's broken?" I asked stupidly.

"Nope. But I will sure need a massage after the game."

"What?"

"A massage. You know, like you gave me earlier in the week."

"Um. Sure. I guess. Don't you have like cheerleaders to fuck or something after the game? Teammates to get high with?"

"Not tonight. No cheerleaders. No marijuana.

Coach told us before the game that he wants us all in bed early tonight so we can have another practice tomorrow."

This news was very puzzling to me. I made a snap decision not to argue.

"So you want a massage?"

"Sure do. It'll help me sleep."

"Okay then. I wouldn't be a very good member of the senior class if I denied our quarterback what he needs," I said this as selflessly as I could.

Joey patted me on the butt and then jogged off to catch up to the team. "Flag pole in front of school, 15 minutes after the game," he advised me. He looked back and I nodded.

Flag pole. 15 minutes after the game. Wow.

Will and Andy had noticed the conversation with Joey. Will asked me what he'd said.

"He said he's all right," I responded.

"Joey Collucci came up to you just as the half ended to tell you that he's all right?" Andy asked, incredulous.

"Yep."

"You guys are friends?" Will asked innocently. Will was so secure with his own very high social standing in our school that he had no issue with me having a new friend. If Joey Collucci was the biggest stud athlete that anybody would want to be friends with, then my best friend Will was at least a close second. Will wasn't an athlete like Joey, but he didn't need to be. Everyone liked Will. But I was Will's best friend. And I loved that.

"Well, we've only known each other for a week or so. I helped him with a History paper this week."

Will and Andy both cracked up.

"Typical," Andy said.

"He's not a bad guy, just, you know, needs a little help with some class stuff," I said.

Andy just looked at me and smiled.

"Hey, let's go get something to drink, I'm parched," Will suggested. So the three of us very orange yard marker guys walked toward the concessions to grab a coke.

After the game, which we lost 35-13, I came up with an excuse to not help Will and Andy pack up the stuff and take it all the way back to the gym. Instead, I ran to a bathroom to change out of my orange jumper and into my street clothes.

The flag pole in front of campus was as quiet as the field had been noisy. I sat down against the cold steel and waited for Joey.

After about 10 minutes, 9 of which were spent worrying that he was going to stand me up, a car I didn't know pulled up to the curb in front of school. Joey quickly hopped out of the passenger side.

"Hey, T.J., where's your bike?" Joey shouted.

"It's at home. I got a ride. Where's your car?" I responded.

"I got a ride too."

Joey tilted the front seat up and I climbed into the back seat.

"T.J., this is Shawn, Shawn, T.J.," Joey said, referring to the huge black man sitting in the driver's seat. "My center," Joey explained.

"Hi," I said, nodding acknowledgement. "Where we going?"

"To my house like I told you," Joey answered. "Shawn's not just my center, he's my man! We hang out together a lot. I spend far too many hours with my hands buried in this big black dude's ass. We usually share a ride to games so we can keep an eye on each other." The two varsity starters shared a smile. Still more fucking perfect teeth!

"Hey," Shawn said. His voice was a little higher than I expected it to be for his size.

"So, how'd you like the game?" Joey asked me as he closed his door and buckled up.

"Um, well, we lost. That sort of sucks. But never mind the game, bud, how's your head?"

"Hurts. You can't let the other team see that while you're playing. Even though we couldn't pull it out, I'm happy the way the guys played."

"You took quite a wallop," I said, ignoring his comment about the game.

Shawn replied for Joey. "Yeah, he sure did. Our star QB Joey's head is a lot harder than you'd think. His hands are soft, but his head, that's another story," he said smiling. He and Joey exchanged a look in the front seat and Joey slapped his friend's thigh playfully. The double entendre was not lost on me. I didn't know what to say so I said nothing.

We drove for a minute in relative quiet, listening to Shawn's radio. I thought about Joey Collucci's soft hands. What places I might like to put them. My own skinny butt might be a good start.

Shawn broke the silence. "So, T.J., Joey says you give a wicked massage."

"Wicked? I don't know about that. I've never given one before this week," I said.

"C'mon dude, it was great, there's no way those hands of yours are virgin," Joey looked over his shoulder and gave my hands a nod.

Did he have to use the term "virgin?' My lack of sexual experience was a well-known fact inside my own head, but I didn't think I'd mentioned it to anybody else.

"Beginner's luck," I protested. "Besides, you were a great, first specimen to work on."

Both of them in the front seat laughed. Why did I say that?

"Well, if you've got any extra time after you're finished up with the first string varsity prince here, think of me and my sore muscles over on the practice field. I'll be the one towering over all the other offensive linemen." Shawn slapped Joey back on his thigh, but I couldn't help but notice that the hand stayed there longer than Joey's had.

Jesus H".!

"I don't know," I said, "Joey lets me tutor him in History as well. Can you offer that kind of deal?"

"Hell yeah. I can do better than just suck info from your brain. You can have some from mine! I can offer you free lessons in chemistry. I was the highest grade in all of Hooper's classes last year, as a junior." Chemistry! Yech! I hated that class.

"You took chemistry as a junior?" I was really surprised. I was a senior and really struggling.

"Yup, aced it. If you need help, seriously, we could see about kind of an exchange program. I had a vision of all of my free afternoons filling up. All I had to do was rub lotion on the senior quarterback and the senior center of the varsity team each day. Well, it sounds like a helluva tough job, but I guess somebody has to do it.

"Well, I could use a little help. I've got like a low A so far, but I'd like it to be a solid one," I said.

"That's music to my ears, T.J., I'm your man. Low A is not too bad for that class."

"Well then, I'm your man for a massage I guess. If you can stand my virgin hands."

"Not so virgin after tonight bro," Joey interrupted from the passenger seat. "And whoa, whoa, whoa, I see my turf being invaded a little bit here. He's my discovery Shawn! I don't want poor T.J. to get all worn out working over your sorry ass," Joey cracked up as he said this, and we all laughed.

"Sorry ass? May I remind you how much more cut I am than you are." Shawn said.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. So your abs are a little defined, hero. I still start on Friday nights, buddy boy. And I still reach between your legs before every play. Not the other way around."

"Them's fighting words, Joey. You just be thankful I like bending over in front of you all day long. Otherwise it'd for sure be the other way around," Shawn laughed to himself.

"We'll see about that."

"You just be thankful I don't mention to little T.J. here about that time at summer camp."

Little T.J.?

At 5'10", though I was on the slim side, I had rarely been called little. For my age, 18, I was right where I should be I thought. Of course, up against Joey who was like 200 pounds or so of solid muscle and a few inches taller than me, plus his ginormous friend doing the driving, maybe I was a bit smaller.

To save Shawn the trouble of embarrassing him, Joey fessed up immediately.

"What Shawn here is talking about," Joey turned around to face me.

In the darkness, Joey's dark features were barely visible, only highlighted with the headlights of a passing car. The whites of his eyes, contrasted with the dark brown centers looked right at me.

Half of me was going to tell Joey that I didn't require any kind of explanation of what happened at summer camp, but the other half was certainly intrigued and I just looked at my gorgeous new friend with my mouth open a little. I hoped Joey hadn't seen the bulge in my pants. Again!

Joey continued. "We were having brutal 3-a-day practice sessions, the coaches were really sticking it to us. We were so worn out we could barely stand at the end of the day," Joey smiled. "Shawn here whips his practice uniform off and jumps up on the bench in the locker room, dangling his Johnson for all to see, yelling and screaming about the black Greek god that he is becoming."

"It's the truth, T.J., my body is a temple to be worshipped," Shawn added helpfully.

"So after watching this stupid display of naked macho-ness, me and the rest of my entire offensive line take off our clothes and join Shawn in a dance on the bench," Joey said, laughing.

"Only thing was," Shawn interrupted, whoever built that bench hadn't intended it for the likes of Green and Koslowski. When those big lards got their fat asses up there, the whole thing cracked and we all fell into a heap on the floor."

"Yeah, and Shawn here wound up with his balls up near my chin and his dick practically in my mouth."

"Practically in your mouth?!"

"Of course, it was like a foot long, so it was practically in everybody's mouth,"

They both laughed and I busted up too. Maybe I should let Joey teach me the game and I should try out for football after all. Skinny and clueless, at least I'd get to hang out with this behemoths in the locker room. Nude.

"Practically in your mouth?!" Shawn repeated. "That big fella' was in your mouth, Joey. How else would I have practically come as we all unpiled ourselves?"

They laughed again.

"Well, all we know was that my face was a little wet. So my theory is that Shawn's little bench dance was a big turn-on for him and he spewed a little when we all fell. Unfortunately, my face has never the same."

"I didn't spew nothing on your face, motherfucker, I can't come when I'm soft," Shawn protested.

"Soft? There's no way that cock of yours was soft when it touched my face. It was way too big for that."

"Yeah, welcome to the curse of the black man, varsity QB. Something I just have to live with. What I want to know is how do we explain my abs being wet when I got up off the floor?"

"I have no idea, maybe Warner licked them or something. After all, they are fucking hot, hot hot." Shawn laughed louder than before.

"You are a real piece of work, Shawn," Joey said. The conversation, mercifully for me, came to an end.

I needed a shower. A cold one, and fast.

Shawn dropped us off at Joey's house, and I shoved my hands into my pockets to hide my erection.

"Take it easy ," I said to Shawn as I stepped around to the driver-side window. "We can hook up after practice a couple days a week if I don't have to study. I'd really appreciate the chemistry help."

"Sounds good, I could really use the muscle relaxation," Shawn said. "Don't worry, you won't be disappointed."

I won't be disappointed? What the fuck? Was he talking about helping me with chemistry or me rubbing his incredible athletic body?

Joey's room was actually the garage. It had belonged to his older brother but went to him after his brother went to college. We went in through the back door and he flipped on a few lights.

"My folks, I'm sure, are already asleep. They always split right after the game cause my dad's usually got to get up early on Saturdays. Make yourself comfortable," he said, "I'm gonna take a quick shower to clean up. I'm pretty disgusting probably."

I looked him up and down in his football uniform as he stepped out the room. Not in my book, dude. You are definitely not disgusting. In fact, maybe the opposite, whatever that is.

Not quite sure what to do with myself while Joey showered, I stood in the center of his room and looked slowly around. There were the usual football trophies up on top of his bookshelf. And on his bookshelf. And standing up on the floor in front of his bookshelf. There were in fact no books on Joey's bookshelf. Fucking jocks.

"Hey, T.J." It was Joey calling to me from the shower. Uh oh, here we go.

"Hey, what?" I said half opening the door to the bathroom.

"So did you want to take a shower bro?"

"Um."

"Come on. You ran up and down the field for three hours. You're probably a little rank like me too, right?"

I sniffed my underarm. Nothing. It smelled like my deodorant.

"Well," I started.

"There's an extra towel on the rack I don't think I used."

I suppose a shower couldn't hurt. At least my hard-on from before had gone down. I went into the bathroom and grabbed Joey's extra towel and kicked off my shoes while Joey whistled some song I'd never heard before. I took off my clothes and carefully tied the towel around my waist. And I waited.

After standing in the bathroom listening to Joey whistle behind waiting for him to finish up, I was starting to feel a little silly just standing there in a towel. I don't know which part of my body had more butterflies, my stomach or my cock.

Can a penis have butterflies?

"So Joey, are you gonna save me any hot water?"

"What, oh, you're back. Sure, there's plenty of hot water. Hop on in here, I'm pretty much done."

"Are you coming out?"

"No, not yet, I figured we could start the massage under the water. My back could use a scrub."

"You want me to come in to the shower with you?"

Down below, I could feel my weiner start it's familiar slow rumble.

"Hurry up, there's not like an endless supply of the hot."

I pulled back the curtain and Joey stood there facing me under the stream. His arms were folded across his perfect chest. His dark hair was pushed straight back. He smiled. He kept smiling while I looked at him from head to toe.

"So"" he said. "Get in already, it's cold out there."

I did as instructed, tossing my towel on the floor.

Joey turned around and dunked himself under the water one more time while I closed the curtain.

I had finally seen it. Joey's dick was fat. It looked Italian.

His balls hung low and formed a nice comfy Italian pillow for the cock to rest between. He had a nice red circle near the end of his penis.

And surprise, surprise, he had no pubic hair. Totally gone. What was that all about?

"So, like did you shave your dick?" I asked, knowing what a stupid question it was.

"Yeah. I like it that way. Feels better."

"Here, use this," he said, changing the subject.

He handed me a well-worn wash cloth with some funny looking soap tucked inside. Scared to even breathe, I rubbed the quarterback's back while he let the water flow over his head. The fine spray hit me in the face and forced me to squint. Joey let out a few little moans just like he did the day I rubbed his back on my bedroom floor with my mom's lotion.

"Okay, but, I think that'll do it," he said. He turned around and saw me squinting. "All yours," he pointed over to his shoulder to the shower. I slipped carefully past him trying my hardest not to brush my growing dick across his ass.

Standing under the water, I felt Joey's hands on my back. He was rubbing my back with the wash cloth just like I had done. I couldn't believe this was happening. Here I was, skinny horn dog senior class teacher's pet brainiac taking a shower after the first game of the season with the 18 year old varsity quarterback of the football team scrubbing my back. My dick hardened to it's full eight and a third inches. If I had turned around, I would have poked Joey with it. I decided to stay put, facing away from him.

My thinking was interrupted by a voice outside of the bathroom.

"Joey? T.J.?"

"Shit," Joey whispered loudly. He stopped moving his hands, letting them linger on my little runner's butt. "It's Shawn!"

All the blood in my head left in one big swoosh. I felt light-headed.

Joey slid open the curtain and picked up the towel I had thrown on the floor. "Right out buddy," Joey shouted. I stayed safely behind under the water, my dick pointing stupidly to the bathroom ceiling.

Joey closed the door and walked out in my towel, dripping wet.

I nearly passed out from all the blood that had moved from my body to my cock. Oh my god, what next?!

After like 10 minutes standing in Joey Collucci's shower waiting for my hard-on to go down, I thought it would never happen and I might have to go out into Joey's bedroom with a hard-on. In front of the varsity quarterback and his trusty center.

But, at last, while trying to think about all of the cheerleaders naked, I finally managed to get it to soften. I turned the water off.

Opening the shower curtain, my towel was gone.

Joey must have grabbed it when he rushed out to find out what Shawn wanted. There was another one on the rack. Probably Joey's original one.

Did I dare use it? What the fuck?

The towel on the rack smelled like Joey. When I had given him a massage a few days ago after school in my bedroom, he lay there quietly while my senses had the chance to absorb every ounce of him. His flowing dark hark that curled above his neck. His smooth, muscular back. His firm white ass. His hairy legs. His big, soft feet. All the while I breathed deeply and memorized the scent. This towel had touched every last inch of him. I draped it over my face and imagined I was being smothered with a very thin and wet Joey.

When I opened the bathroom door, Joey was laying on his back on the bed in a towel, the light from the bedside table was on but there was a shadow on his face and I couldn't tell if he was asleep. There was no sign of Shawn.

He raised his head off the pillow when I entered the room. "That was close, eh buddy?"

"Close? What was he doing here?"

"Shawn found my playbook in his car and just wanted to make sure I had it before practice tomorrow."

"He found your playbook?" I asked, my head not really registering.

"You know, the book with all the plays," Joey said. He smiled at me and sat up on the edge of the bed. "Hey, that's my towel," he added, pointing to my waist.

"And that's my towel," I said, nodding to the drape around his waist. "And I'd like it back, please." I smiled. Jody did too.

He stood up and untied it. He handed it to me and stood naked in front of me.

"Here you go," he said.

I took it, not sure what to do next so I draped it around my neck and took in the sight of Joey in all his glory standing beside his bed. The fine matting of dark chest hair stood out just a tiny bit and made his chest seem a little smaller than it had been in the shower. He had shaved off all his pubes and his thick dick looked like a baseball bat.

That's funny, the varsity quarterback has a baseball bat for a cock. What do the guys on the baseball team have?

"Come here." Joey pulled the two ends of the towel toward him and our bodies smacked into each other.

Just two 18-year old guys touching the fronts of their naked bodies together after the Friday night game. No big deal, this happens all the time right?

It's just that one of them was the hunkosaurus quarterback who everyone in the stands wanted to fuck. Or at least make out with. And the other one was this English and History whiz kid virgin who worked the yardage markers at the big game while he lustily stared at the butts of the varsity teams scrambling around on the field in front of him. Yep. Probably every Friday night all over America. At a high school near you.

I felt Joey's manhood swell. My towel fell off as mine did too. Manhood? Well, hell yeah, we were both 18 after all.

He pulled me onto his bed and I landed awkwardly on his chest, my dick flopping wildly against his thigh. Joey pushed me off of him. I tried to roll onto my back but his strong arms grabbed my shoulders and flipped me onto my stomach.

I giggled. "What are you doing?" I asked him, trying to wriggle free from under his weight. "I'm supposed to be giving you a massage," I protested.

"Just stay still, little guy," Joey told me. "Relax."

In no position to argue, I did as I was told.

I had never had a massage. Joey's hands were a lot bigger than mine and in just a few sweeps he could cover my entire back and butt too. He dripped some kind of cool liquid onto my back from a small bottle on the table. The feeling was amazing. I just tried to breathe in and out and enjoy it.

Joey seemed to be doing his best to make sure I did.

"Okay, flip over T.J."

"But""

"Just do it, I know what's going on down there. I've got one too."

By knowing "what's going on down there,' he meant my dick of course. I stole a glance at Joey's mid-section as I shifted from my stomach to my back.

Holy shit! I would never eat anything but Italian sausage again!

I closed my eyes and stared up at the ceiling of Joey's garage/bedroom. It was unfinished and had kind of a non-homey construction feel to it.

Joey Collucci had a hard-on, starting QB, History student. And it looked awful big to me. Scary even.

Not that I'd seen any before beside my own. I sat quietly thinking exactly what I wanted to do with it while Joey rubbed his huge strong hands over my legs. As he gradually worked his way up from my feet to my thighs, it seemed inevitable that he would finally touch my dick. But he didn't. He somehow managed to skirt his hands around the sides along my hips. It just sat there. Hard as a rock. This was my cock at it's longest and hardest. Eight and one third inches of solid virgin steel. I smiled at the thought.

Joey moved his hands to my stomach and let his fingertips tickle the pubic hair peeking out on either side of my erect penis. I giggled again.

"So I do get to return the favor, right?" I asked, opening my eyes.

"Shh," Joey said softly.

When he was finished with my chest, every part of my body felt great. I lay there quietly wishing the moment would never end, but at the same time, wishing we could move on to Step 3 or Step 4 or whatever was coming next.

After a prolonged silence, Joey lay his entire weight on top of me. I exhaled and looked up at his face, now just inches above mine. His dark brown wavy locks framed his gorgeous brown eyes.

He looked very serious. He closed his eyes and I suppressed the need to talk again.

Joey moved his lips ever closer to mine. I could feel his thick Italian cock pushed heavily into my own, his floppy Roman balls soft against the upper part of my leg. Joey held himself up with one arm and cupped the other hand behind my head. He drew me up and our mouths met. My mind wandered to the Statue of David, someplace in Italy.

I closed my eyes and we kissed. It was all I could do not to come right then and there.

Letting our tongues explore each other, we rolled to the side and began moving our hands up and down. Across the back. On the neck. Over the ears. Between the soft strands of still-damp hair.

Man! This was what I had been waiting for. That whole virgin thing is way over-rated! I never wanted to be a virgin again.

In time, after our lips had had their fill of the other, we shifted and his dick found my mouth. My own hard cock found his. I could barely get the thing in my mouth at first. But by angling myself a certain way, I figured it out and began to enjoy the sensation of somebody's penis inside me for the first time.

"Hold it, T.J.," Joey cautioned, placing one hand on my shoulder to slow my motion, "I'm pretty close."

I came up for air. "You're close? How could that be? I have no idea what I'm doing."

"Trust me, you're doing great."

"Thanks," I said.

"Sure. And T.J., I have to tell you, that first time in the shower room, when you kind of got hard when I first saw you"."

"Yeah? I remember that. I was freaked out that you'd see I was so turned on."

"Nothing to be freaked out, buddy. I loved seeing your dick like that. Completely turned me on too."

"Really?"

"Absolutely. I went home and jerked off that night just thinking about it."

"No way!"

"Yeah way. And T.J., you've got a hot cock. I dig how you can't control it and you always seem to have a boner."

I turned red, but Joey couldn't see in the dark light of his room. He knows?

Then I laughed lightly. "Yeah, well, that's gonna get me in trouble one of these days." Joey went back to my dick, stroking the shaft from top to bottom with one hand as he moved his lips from the top to mid-way down the length.

With my cock on one side of his mouth, he said, "No trouble with me."

I timidly went back to licking the sides of Joey's fat cock. There was a little glistening pre-cum on the end and I dabbed at it with my tongue. Joey let out a moan as I did. After a minute or so more, I had become so engrossed in trying to imitate on Joey's dick what he did with mine that I missed my own orgasm coming.

"Uh oh," I said, "I think I'm there." Joey increased the intensity of his hand and took even more of my shaft into his mouth. I tried to pull away so as not to come in his mouth, but Joey held my shoulder down with his free hand. When I exploded into Joey's throat, I screamed and flexed my hips forward at the same time. My body and legs practically levitated off the bed as

Joey sucked down every drop of my sperm.

"Fuck!" I said.

Joey had no intention of letting up until there was nothing left. He moaned aloud just like when I had been rubbing his back, his body in rhythm with my own continued convulsions.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I said.

Finally he stopped and moved his mouth up off of my penis. He left his hand about mid-way down the shaft and looked over at me smiling. I kissed the tip of his dick.

"Fuck," I said again. He burst out laughing.

"Don't tell me that was your first blow-job from a guy," Joey looked at me with a funny look of doubt on his face.

"Um. My first blow job from a guy? How about my first blow job ever? Fuck." I paused to catch my breath and he released the strangle-hold on my cock and sat upright.

"Really? Your first one ever!? Are you kidding me? A dick like yours should not go to waste. Your dick needs to be sucked all the time! It's amazing!"

"My dick? What about your dick? It's so fucking thick, it's just"" I searched for the words.

"It's just what?"

"It's just, I don't know, it's very Italian," I said stupidly.

He looked at me as if he had no idea what I was taling about.

"Fuck!" I said again in explanation.

We both collapsed onto the bed laughing.

Both of us lay there quietly looking on our backs. Our heads turned toward each other and our eyes locked. I had not removed my own fist from Joey's huge hard-on. Despite coming, my dick was still as hard as ever.

"So is that why you chose the number 11 for your jersey?" I asked him, my hand moving up and down his cock.

Joey laughed again.

"You think my dick's eleven inches?"

"Well, isn't it?"

"Actually I chose that number because both #4 and #5 were already taken," Joey explained.

"Yeah, right, I said, "gimme a break. May be four or five inches if you start measuring somewhere in the middle." I said, holding my hand up close to the tip.

"The truth is, I don't really know how long it is, I never measured it."

"No way. Really?"

"Really."

"I thought everybody did that."

Joey slowly put his fingers to my lips. I was being a little too chatty. Joey's fingers were moist.

"Taste that?" He moved his index finger inside to the tip of my tongue.

I nodded.

"That's you, little guy. That's what I've been wanting to taste these past couple weeks. What do you think?"

"Salty," I pronounced. "And your hand smells like bleach."

He smiled and moved his hand away. He rubbed his fingers in the pre-cum at the tip of his own cock and brought them to his face. He sniffed. "Yep, mine too," he smiled. I repeated the motion and sniffed my own fingers, then put my fingers to his lips.

"Mmm, salty," Joey said, tasting his own juice.

I rolled over and kissed him on the mouth, sharing saliva, sharing my cum. When I came up for air, his eyes were open and he was looking at me with a face I hadn't seen before.

"Hey, thanks for the help with my paper," Joey said, referring to the History term paper that I had pretty much written for him. "You got me an "A'."

"Cool."

After another moment of quiet, I rolled over to my side and started up again stroking his dick of steel.

"It's your turn, I think."

Joey pulled my hand away and sat up. He flipped off the light on his bedside table and lay down beside me. His stomach to my back, his strong arms around my ribs, our legs interlocking. I could feel his erection between my legs, his hot breath on my neck.

"Need to sleep, early practice," he said. He pulled a sheet and blanket over the top of us both and his taut muscles all seemed to relax as one.

"Mmm," was all I managed. We both nodded off.

 

[Críostóir]

Beautiful! T.J.'s a lucky guy!

 

[Craiger]

Two fantastic chapters in one day, Spike. I feel much like TJ and his abominable/delightful condition after reading them both.
Shawn is a new character adding more intrigue to the story. And, the playbook scenario sounds much like the egg routine. I'll have to remember them when such events occur for me...lol

Craiger

 

[tocarter]

Really great job!

 

[2008spike]

PART 6

Joey dropped me off at home just before 9:00 the next morning.

Even though I'd had only a few hours sleep, I felt great. I told him I hoped he could make it through practice.

Opening the passenger door to get out, I thanked him and asked if I could keep up the History tutoring.

"Shit, yeah, dude. If I'm gonna pass History and graduate this damn school, I'll need you."

"For sure?" Despite last night, I was still a little insecure that the quarterback of our high school football team wanted to hang around with a skinny geek runner like me.

Joey put his hand on my thigh and looked into my eyes with the same funny look he'd had after sucking me off last night.

"For sure," Joey agreed, imitating my voice.

"Okay. Monday then? After practice? At the flag pole in front of school?

"Monday at the flag pole."

I smiled and got out. Before I could close the door, he shouted after me.

"Oh! And T.J., stay out of those library bathrooms. You never know who could be in the stall next to you." He pulled the door shut and sped away from the curb. I stood there looking at the back-side of his car.

"Fuck!" I shouted to the sky. Joey Collucci had been the one in the bathroom when I jerked off that time. Fuck!

I'd been studying in the library late one afternoon waiting to hook up with Joey for tutoring when my dick had gotten the best of me and I took a break in the boys bathroom down the hall. Even though I tried to do it as quietly as possible, somebody walked in and must have heard something. Whoever was there had figured out that I was spanking it and had even applauded and whistled when I was done. I was so freaked out that I ran out of there and raced home.

I missed out on the first tutoring session that afternoon with Joey as a result. He had fucking known all along! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

After Joey dropped me off, I spent the rest of the weekend walking around in a daze from my night at Joey's house.

My parents asked all sorts of questions about where I'd gone after the game Friday night. I told them the truth, that I had hooked up with a friend on the team and wound up staying the night. They were pretty mad I hadn't called but they would eventually get over it. Other than my bike that I used to ride back and forth to school, it wasn't like they could ground me or take anything away that was of any value. If they took away my bike, one of them would have to drive me to school, so I knew that would never happen.

I called Will and apologized for not helping to put away the equipment after the game. My best friend had volunteered us to help move the chains along the sidelines of the football games. Will and I moved the yardage markers that were connected by a ten-yard long chain and our new friend Andy took the first down marker.

We had to wear these ridiculous orange jumpsuits, presumably to stand out from the football players, and boy did we.

"So what happened to you T.J.?" Will asked me. "Did you wind up getting together with Joey or something?"

I considered not telling him, but I figured what the hell. My best friend Will was a great guy and didn't have a jealous bone in his body.

"Um, yeah. We just went over to his house to..."

"To what? Get high or something?"

"No. We did not get high." I was still searching for some reasonable excuse for me and the starting varsity quarterback to be hanging out late at night at his house. "You know, I've been helping him with History. I helped him write a paper last week."

Will didn't believe me.

"Yeah right! I can't frigging believe it. My best friend, smoking a joint with the QB. Way to go dude!"

"It wasn't like that, we really..."

"Hey, speaking of getting loaded," Will interrupted. "Andy said he scored some killer weed and wants to know if you and I want to come over to his house this weekend. Apparently his folks are going on a cruise or something."

I was relieved for the change of subject.

"Um, yeah, sure, why not? What day?"

"Why? I mean, I know what you're doing Friday night. The three of us will be orange popsicle sticks on the sideline of the game over at Wilson High. I guess he wants to do it Saturday night."

"Okay, sounds good. Saturday night it is," I said.

"Cool."

"What if I get a date?" I asked, knowing the likelihood of this was lower than our chances of actually beating Wilson, last year's state champs.

Will laughed. "If you get a date, bring her along. I think he's got plenty. T.J., you're like 18 frigging years old and you've been on what? All of 3 dates in your life? Get real, dude!"

"Thank you. But you never know. Lightning could strike."

The telephone conversation with Andy did not go so smoothly.

Andy and I had only been friends for the past couple weeks since Will had asked him to join us moving the yardage chains. My introduction to him was a little weird. He came into Will's bedroom one Saturday morning while I sat there with a hard-on under the covers thinking of my best friend in the shower. Andy pegged me right away and even grabbed my dick through the blankets.

Andy was from New York, so I guess that's where he got his balls. After that initial meeting, he and I had been in my bedroom when he decided he wanted to measure my dick. For some stupid reason, I'd mentioned that when it was fully hard it measured eight and a third inches and Andy wanted proof. He got his proof. Laying on the floor of my bedroom later that same afternoon, I thought that for sure my years of virgin-hood were finally going to come to an end with my new pal Andy.

Unfortunately, he just wanted to torture me.

After we confirmed the length of my dick and I could tell he had a boner through his cords, he insisted we go for a run together. So we did, and I never got to see his dick. I knew he has size 11 feet though and he seemed to brag about that, so I held out hope that I might be able to test out the big feet rule on my new 18-year old friend from New York. But all we did that day was run. And I went home and had to jerk off fantasizing about it. Twice.

Andy picked up on the first ring.

"I was wondering when you'd get around to calling me, you whore. Tell me everything."

"Andy, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. What did you do with our precious varsity quarterback? Did you insist he measure your cock? Is he as big as you?"

"Andy!"

"Did you let him try on your sweet orange
jumper?"

"Andy, I told you," I tried to explain. "I tutor Joey in History. I helped him with a term paper."

"Uh huh. Pull this leg and it plays jingle bells. Is it true what they say that it's big and fat like a baseball bat?"

"A baseball bat!" I paused. How could he possibly?

"Ooh, caught you dude. You saw Joey's dick! You saw Joey's dick!" Andy sang.

"Bro, I'm telling you..."

"And bro, I'm telling you. I saw the way that he looked at you on the sideline at halftime."

"What are you talking about? He had just been like totally wiped out on the field and was unconscious like ten minutes before that."

"T.J. I'm telling you what I saw with my own eyes. Joey Collucci has a hard-on for you."

"Andy, he's the quarterback of our frigging football team, you can't say shit like that," I protested.

"And I'm just a New Yorker with a sixth sense about these things. Okay. Deny it all you want. You saw Joey's dick. You saw Joey's dick," he sang again.

There was silence on the line for a moment.

"And what if I did?"

Andy whistled. "Holy shit! I knew it!"

"Maybe I gave him a massage."

"Okay, now we're getting somewhere. Go on, go on."

"That's it. That's all that happened," I insisted, hoping this would satisfy him. I knew it wouldn't.

"All right," Andy said. "I'm gonna let you off easy this time. But you know you owe me a story."

"Why do I owe you a story?"

"Because you do. That's all. You know, T.J., I think I really like it out here. You boys are nothing like New Yorkers. This place is awesome."

"I'm glad you like it. That's a good thing, you do sort of live here now."

"So did Will tell you I've got some primo grass for the 3 of us to get high on this weekend?"

I hesitated. "Yeah, he mentioned it."

"Good, so you're in. My folks are going to Florida for this cruise, so we'll do an early movie then come back to my house and get really fucked up. Deal?"

"Deal. Do you have food? Will gets like totally starving whenever we smoke pot."

"I'm sure we'll have some munchies, Mr. Eight and One Third."

"Jesus Andy, you're not gonna tell anybody are you?"

"T.J.! Like I would tell somebody you let me measure your boner with a ruler? That you insisted I measure your boner with a ruler, I should say," he laughed. "What do you think? I've got a death wish?!"

"Good, just keep it to yourself."

"Sure, buddy, sure. By the way, I have something in mind for you and Will once we're high anyway this weekend."

"What do you have in mind?" I asked.

"You'll see. Just bring your skinny little butt and your hunky best friend over to my place on Saturday. I'll have everything all set."

I hung up the phone and took a deep breath.
I sat down. There were too many crazy things going on in my life. First Andy. And then Joey. Then Andy again.

What the fuck?

Fortunately, the week at school was kind've back to normal. Will and I hung out at lunch like usual. All the girls, and even a few guys, would come up to Will and start up a conversation. Most of them were so idiotic but Will was as nice to everyone as he could possibly be. We were both sort of looking forward to going over to Andy's house to smoke some weed on Saturday so we kept our schedules open. Pretty hard for Will, not a challenge at all for me.

Even Joey and I had a relatively easy time being together. We really worked on History. Neither of us even mentioned my spending the night at his house after the game last Friday night. And neither of us certainly brought up the fact that he had sucked me dry before falling asleep with our bodies locked together. Toward the end of the week, I began to think it had been a flash in the pan.

At the game Friday night, as expected, we got trounced. We were no match for Wilson.

Everything Joey and our offense tried to do, they had an answer for. Every time the other team went after Joey in the pocket, I held my breath. He got sacked a few times but fortunately no major damage done. Nothing like last week when he was knocked out cold. We ended up losing 48-7.

After the game I tried to catch up with Joey to see if he needed a massage or maybe some late night study help, but he was surrounded by like a ton of cheerleaders and all his teammates. So I helped Will and Andy load up the equipment and take it back to school so we could put it away in the gym. After that, Andy gave me a lift home.

Had I just imagined everything that happened at Joey's house last Friday night? That didn't seem possible. But Joey hadn't looked at me with that funny look at any of our History sessions all week. What did that look mean anyway?

Early Saturday afternoon, before I had to be over at Andy's, I went for a run. When I got home, my mom told me that Joey Somebody called while I was out. I turned bright red.

"Mom, it's Joey Collucci. He's like the starting quarterback on our football team at school. Duh!"

She gave me a look of bewilderment. "When did he call?" I asked.

"Well, duh! Stupid me! Maybe half an hour ago," my mom lowered her voice to imitate me.

"Mom! What did he say?"

"Mom! She echoed, singing it out the way I did. "Just call him back. Here's the number." Why was everybody imitating me?

She handed me a piece of paper.

I raced upstairs to my room, three steps at a time and closed my door. Having a phone in my room was a new thing once I had turned 18. My parents couldn't afford to get me a car, so I settled for a phone. A blue phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey Joey, it's me, T.J."

"Hey T.J., how's it going?"

"Great. Sorry I was out. I went for a run."

"No problem, I just thought I'd check in. I missed you after the game last night," Joey said.

"Um. You did? I mean...yeah. What did you and the guys wind up doing?" I asked.

"Just went to a party at some cheerleader's house. It was pretty boring."

"Oh really?" A boring party at a cheerleader's house? Hmm.

"What did you do?"

I wondered if I should tell him the truth.

"Um, not much. We had to take the yard marker stuff back to school. Then Andy drove me home."

"Yeah."

"Then I whacked off like four times before breakfast," I told him. Joey laughed.

"Really? Me too."

"Those guys at Wilson were pretty tough on you last night."

There was a pause. "Well, even though it was a good ass-kicking, we stuck to our game plan."

"Yeah."

"Except that our game plan didn't have us losing by like 40 points."

"No, probably not. So what are you doing the rest of the weekend? Do you want to study?"

"Study?" He laughed. "Not exactly. I was hoping we could, you know..."

"Really?" I asked, wondering where this was coming from since he'd been pretty normal with me all week while we went over History assignments.

"No, I really had a blast with you over at my house last weekend. It would be great to do it again. You know..."

"Really? I thought that maybe..."

"You thought what? That was just a one time thing? Dude, no way."

"All right, well good."

"I mean, I never actually came. Plus, you still have no idea why I chose number 11 for my jersey number."

"I think I have a pretty good idea. My jaw is still sore."

Joey laughed. "Well, that's not it," he said. "When do you have some time?"

"Um, like whenever. It's not like I have a date or anything," I said.

"I find that hard to believe. You're a catch."

"I'm a catch? No fucking way. I'm talking to the quarterback of our varsity team. And he's telling me that his nerdy friend who's smart in History is a catch."

"You are. You should know that."

I blushed again. "Well, thank you. You're not so bad yourself. For an 18-year old stud that is."

"Great, so when are you free?"Joey asked again.
I thought about my evening getting high with Andy and Will.

"What about tonight? I'm supposed to go over to smoke some dope with my buddies. Would you like to come too?"

"No, I think I'll pass. Smoking pot just makes me horny."

"Isn't that the idea?"

"Besides, I just thought it would be the two of us."

"Really? I mean, okay, that sounds good. The thing is, I don't think I can cancel on my friends tonight. We've all been really looking forward to it. What about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow's fine. Let's say 3:00. At my house."

"3:00 it is. What do you want to work on?" I was still sure he'd want to study some History first. Or maybe some Math.

"You."

I inhaled and exhaled slowly. Did he really just say that? "Um. Well that's good," I stammered. "I mean, okay, that sounds fun."

"See you then, T.J." I started to hang up. "Oh, and T.J., wear your orange jumper."

"You're kidding right?"

"Nope, wear it. I'll be in my uniform."

My dick got hard just thinking about it.

Will, Andy, and I saw some lame action flick Saturday afternoon. My mom dropped me off at Will's and then he took his dad's car over to pick up Andy.

Back at Andy's house, there were boxes everywhere. They had only moved in a couple months ago and hadn't finished unpacking yet.

We ordered out pizza and sat outside in the backyard slamming two large pies.

After dinner, Andy went into the house to get his pot. Me and Will kicked back on the lawn and looked at the sky. Will and I had been great friends since our sophomore year. While he was easily the most popular guy in school, I was his sidekick. While everybody knew Will a little bit, I was really the only one he opened up to. He had a lot of friends, but nobody had the kind of relationship I had with him.

Still despite our closeness, I hadn't been able to be honest with Will about what was going on with me sexually. I had this total fascination with other guys. In fact, I was pretty taken with Will himself, but somehow it just wasn't something I could discuss with him. And of course, I hadn't even seen Will totally naked.
Except for a few shots of his butt as he dashed out of bed and into the shower, it was all just left to my fantasies.

I wanted to tell Will the truth about Joey.

That's what best friends are for, after all. I thought maybe it might be a little much for him to handle however. The fact that the fucking starting quarterback had sucked every drop of come out of my dick last Friday night after the game was pretty big fucking news. To me. But I just couldn't find a way to tell him. So I didn't.

Instead, I just sat there quietly. Enjoying the stars and Will's company.

Will was pretty smart and pretty aware of my emotions, so he had probably already figured out that something was going on with me, but he was also too good a friend to confront me. He let it rest, probably confident that I would tell him whatever it was whenever I did.

Andy came out with a shoebox. Size 11, I noticed. "Well gents, I think it's time to party," he said.

"Let's do it," Will said, sitting up on his elbows.

Andy packed a bong he pulled outside of the box with some brown leafy weed. He filled up the bigger chamber with some cold water from the tap and then plopped himself down on the floor between me and Will.

"Boys, here's to killing off a few brain cells," Andy said. He lit the silver cup filled with pot, exhaled loudly and placed his mouth to make a seal on the wide opening of the chamber. Will and I looked on and laughed as Andy sucked the smoke into his lungs. Andy pulled his face away and held his breath, his face turning redder as a few wisps of smoke escaped from between his lips. "Smooth!" he declared as he coughed and exhaled again.

"Mmm, smells great," Will said. "My turn."

The three of us took turns taking hits from Andy's bong. At some point, Andy got up and brought back a brown bottle of something. He poured the liquid into three paper cups and told us to drink.

"What is it?" I asked, taking a sniff.

"I don't know," Andy answered. "Cognac or Drambuie or some kind of liqueur." He busted up laughing and doubled over on the floor. In a moment, both Will and I started laughing. Not knowing what we were drinking was somehow very funny.

After sipping carefully from my cup and smoking a few more loads, I was truly both stoned and drunk. Over the course of an hour, we giggled hysterically over the color of our stupid football yardage outfits, the very short skirts worn by our cheerleaders (some of whom should not be wearing them) and the 0-2 record of our football team (sad really, but funny just the same).

"I think I'm high," Will said. His eyes were bright red and his voice came out about three octaves lower than his usual one. We laughed uproariously.

"Me too, I think I've lost some brain cells," I whispered before falling onto the floor and banging my head on the coffee table. The boys found this incredibly funny, despite my pain.

Andy saved us from dying of laughter with a large bag of chips from the kitchen and a half-gallon of ice cream that we shared.

When we finished the ice cream, Will asked, "What flavor was that?"

"I have no idea." We were so far gone that we'd finished off a tub of ice cream and not paid any attention to what we were eating. And this was the funniest part of the evening.

Andy flipped on the television and Will and I suddenly became extremely interested in some wildlife show about sheep. When they started to shear the sheep, as if on cue, Andy got up and walked out of the room. When he returned, he was carrying a black case. He put it on the table and sat down.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Gents," Andy started to explain, "as the football yardage marker carriers of our beloved high school, we owe it to ourselves to show some team spirit."

"Um, okay, how are we gonna do that?" I asked, intrigued.

Andy opened the case and held up an electric buzz shaver. "We're going to shave all the hair off our balls. As a team!"

Will was so high he could say nothing but just sit there. I smiled, knowing exactly what Andy was really up to. He plugged it into the wall and extended the cord. The little black and silver shaver hummed. This made Will laugh again, and soon we all joined in.

"Who's first?" Andy asked when we calmed down.

Nobody raised their hand.

"Why are we doing this again?" I asked.

"That sounds like a volunteer to me. I guess T.J. is first!" Andy answered.

"Whoa, wait a minute. Why me?"

"Why not?

I had no answer for this. At Andy's direction, I slowly took off my shoes and then my jeans.

Standing there in my underwear, I stood up and picked up the shaver that still buzzed in Andy's hand. "You're sure about this?"

"Absolutely! I already did it. Earlier today."
Andy stood up from the floor and slipped quickly out of both his sweats and his boxers. Before I knew what was happening, he grabbed his own dick with one hand to get it out of the way and tugged down on his ball sack with the other.

"See?"

I finally did. I felt myself grow a little at the site of Andy's nuts. They were totally shaved.

"Clean and soft like a baby's bottom."

"Um, I'll take your word for it," I said, glancing over at Will. He continued to lay quietly on the couch. He was watching with a big smile on his face, but had still said nothing about Andy's plans for our little team.

"Okay, then," Andy said. "Get to it. I want yours clean just like this."

Facing away from Andy and Will, I caught a glimpse of Andy pulling his shorts and pants back on. Damn! I still hadn't seen Andy's dick!

Very tentatively, I pulled out my cock and balls and looked at them with caution and curiosity, the buzz shaver still vibrating in my hand. It took a few minutes, but with quite a few encouraging comments from Andy, it was done.

I turned the shaver off and handed it back to Andy and then went into the bathroom to wash off the little hairs. Inspecting myself in the bathroom mirror, I rubbed my palm across my newly soft scrotum and smiled to myself. I had to admit that I liked the feel. Taking a moment to rub both of testes again, I accidentally gave myself a semi-hard boner. The times before when I'd tried to shave myself with a razor hadn't been near as satisfying as this. Plus there was no blood. Cool!

I snapped my underwear shut, walked back outside to Andy and Will and then imitated Andy by dropping my shorts, whipping my dick to the side with one hand and then pulling my nuts down to show off their smoothness.

"Like a baby's bottom!" I announced.

"Awesome," Andy shouted.

We both looked over at Will. He was still a total wastoid.

"Will?" I asked. "Are you ready? It's your turn to shave."

"Will?" Andy repeated.

Andy and I looked at each other. "Should we help him?" Andy asked.

"I don't know. Maybe we should take him to the hospital," I said.

"Guys, guys, I'm fine. No hospital. I just needed a moment to take all of this in," Will finally spoke. His words came out very slowly and with perfect pronunciation.

"Will! You can talk!" I said, with sincere happiness that my best friend was not going to be a total zombie for the rest of his life.

"Yes. But I'm not shaving my balls."

"Will!" I protested.

"Will, it's for the team," Andy explained.

"Guys, it's not that I don't want to help out here with some team spirit. I just don't think I can do this. I'm pretty wasted, so I don't think I should be putting anything sharp near the family jewels."

"Will, you can't possibly cut yourself," Andy explained. "It's an electric shaver."

"Uh unh. Not in the shape I'm in," Will said. "I'll do it tomorrow after I wake up."

"Negative Will. It has to be tonight." Andy stared straight at Will with just a slight upturned grin on his face. "For the team!" Andy added.

Will looked up at the ceiling, thinking it over. "Then tonight it is," he said.

Will looked at his crotch. "You do it. You seem to have the experience anyway."

I gulped. I pulled on my jeans and missed twice trying to button them up.

"You're on buddy boy. Drop 'em." In less than two seconds, Will was naked from the waist down, his jeans and white briefs gathered around his ankles.

I stood frozen in place, not believing what I was seeing. Will's penis was enormous. It hung down long and thick on what looked like a small grapefruit-sized ball sack.

"Shit Will," Andy said, "you're really hung."

"Yeah, I guess," Will said, sheepishly. "I don't get many complaints."

I was still unable to move but Will didn't seem to have noticed. He kept his eyes on Andy, who approached him with the shaver already buzzing.
Will kept his arms to his sides as Andy got down on his knees to inspect his project. If I hadn't come in my underwear by now, I was going to do so, most definitely, any second.

Andy casually moved Will's huge cock to the side and cupped his scrotum with the other hand.

"Pretty fuzzy, dude. You've never done this before, have you."

"Nope, I'm a virgin down there," Will chuckled. Andy laughed and I would have laughed too had I been able to catch my breath.

"This might take a few extra minutes, I've never seen pubes like this?"

"How about those nuts?" I asked, stupidly, still gawking at Will's horse scrotum. "Ever seen any like that before?"

Both Will and Andy looked over at me like I was crazy, wondering what on earth I was talking about.

"I mean, with all that hair....and all..." I said weakly.

But Andy was into his task and was shaving Will's grapefruit scrotum like a Marine's head.

I finally sat down and picked up the empty ice cream carton. I stuck the spoon in and came out with nothing, but neither of them seemed to notice.

"This really isn't so bad," Will remarked, as Andy was finishing up.

"Just got a little more to go, right over here," Andy said. As he worked on Will's balls, Andy gripped Will's dick with his other hand to move it higher and out of the way. He let his hand linger on the shaft. I couldn't help but notice that Andy's hand looked tiny next to Will's cock. Had he tried, it would not gone all the way around. And Will was still soft!

I think.

"Okay, hold still, this will probably tickle,"
Andy said. As he shaved away near the base of Will's dick, Andy held the shaft straight up and tried to pull it taut.

Just as I'd thought, Andy couldn't get his hand around the bottom of it. The top half of Will's penis flopped out of Andy's fist like a wilted flower. A really big, really thick wilted flower. There was a dark red circle near the end and then a knobby head that was like a little plum. As Andy continued to shave away at the base of this massive piece of meat, I watched and spooned myself another bit of air from the ice cream carton.

"All right, hold on, I think you're getting down to the bone here," Will said.

"Bone is right," Andy replied. "It looks like you're starting to sport some wood, dude."

"Well yeah," said Will, looking down. "I mean, you're pulling on it like it was a piece of chicken or something." I watched carefully as

Will was indeed getting an erection.

"Okay, almost done," Andy said. "Hold still!"

Will's dick had unbelievably thickened and gotten longer. My mouth suddenly felt like the desert, and I licked the empty spoon.

Andy held Will's growing wiener down with his forearm while his free hand held the shaver against the last few hairs on Will's balls.

Surely Will would faint outright from the loss of blood to his brain. I looked down at my jeans. My own hard-on had popped one of the metal buttons and I could see the wetness of my come on my underwear. I lounged back on the couch, hoping nobody would notice, but caught
Andy's eye checking me out while he continued to buzz away at Will.

"If this isn't some serious male bonding, then I don't know what is," Will said, embarrassed not that we both had seem him with a full boner.

"Yep," I said.

"Okay, I think that's it," Andy said. "Will, you're dick is scary big!"

"Yep," I said.

"Sometimes it wears me out when I whack off," Will said, casually.

"I would think," Andy responded, just as casually.

"Yep," I said again.

"Pull 'em up if you want, Will," Andy said, referring to Will's jeans.

"Not gonna happen, boys. I'm totally hard now and I won't be able to get my jeans over it."

I almost said, 'yep' again but was able to stop myself.

"Well Will, go in the bathroom and jack off or something. I've got some lotion you'll want to rub on your ball sack anyway,"

"I think I'll just do that," Will said, as if Andy had suggested that he wipe his nose.

Will struggled to pull his pants up, but he was right. His huge cock was not going to be tucked into them. As he stood up, it flopped down a little but still looked more like a baby's arm than a penis. Andy smiled as he noticed the ridiculous slab of man-meat dangling upward from Will-s mid-section. I sighed.

After Will was in the bathroom, I thanked Andy and excused myself. I decided that I was going to walk home. I had no idea where the rest of the night was going, but I had had about my fill. Andy grabbed my ass as I headed out the door.

"Please apologize to Will for me," I said to Andy as I scurried away, my own erection not yet gone, but safely protected behind my fists.

Andy smiled from ear to ear with his perfect teeth.

"Have a great night, dude," I said. "And thanks again. That was amazing."

"I thought you'd like it, you pervert," Andy said. I closed the door behind me and took my first decent lungful of air in hours.