Chapter IV
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It’s been a busy couple of weeks. We had a lot of preparing to do. My stepfather dedicates ten percent of his company’s substantial net income to charity – it’s good for PR. I asked him if he’d be willing to sponsor the team. He told me that as long as it was tax deductible I could use whatever I wanted and he sent me off to his accountant. The coach and his pair of assistants were so happy at the letter promising new equipment that they didn’t think to question when I rented the brownstone mansion and guest house combo that my stepdad’s company uses regularly for corporate events for us to fill for the weekend while we attend the regional tournament. There were supplies to stock for the evening – good liquor, porn, a lot of condoms, and a few other things. The idea was to get the coaches into the guest house and give us free reign of the brownstone.
Besides all that, Jason still had a hole that needed filling. Schedule conflicts limited us to about every other day. We’ve gone bareback since that night at Trevor’s, which has actually been a new experience for me – I’ve never kept a lay around long enough to get to this point – and it’s been an adventure exploring the new sensations of breeding and seeding. Most times we just fucked short and sweet wherever we could – in the locker room, in the weight room, in my car, behind the dumpster at the school - but last weekend we had some fun. Friday night I took him to a gay club where I’ve got a cozy relationship with the bouncers and fucked him on the dance floor. There are probably some pictures of that somewhere on Facebook.
We slept in Saturday. My current poolboy is pretty broken in and we tag-teamed Jason for a while before we made a poolboy sandwich. We vegged the rest of the day, ate the fois gras dinner, and then went up to my room about midnight. I tied Jason’s wrists to the bedposts and fucked him until he was rock-hard, then I sat on his cock until he went soft. I repeated the cycle for the next hour or two until I eventually got his load up my ass. Next I went to work fisting him until we finally managed it; I can still see how his eyes glazed over as I forearm-fucked him. So fucking hot. When he got tired of that, I popped a Viagra and started pumping. I never untied his hands and I never touched his cock. By the time I’d fucked two more loads out of him I’d dropped three loads into his ass and it was six in the morning. I untied him and we passed out. We fucked one last time in the shower when we got up that afternoon – my sore cock and his sore ass ensured a very sensual, tender session, something I really need to learn to do more of - and at last I drove him home after enduring Jacob’s disapproving glower. It had been funny hearing Jason call his parents all weekend, letting them know he was alive and hearing him make up one excuse after another to cover for the fact that he had a dude drilling him up the ass time and again.
Finally, the tour bus pulls up to the mansion. We’d spent the morning traveling and the afternoon qualifying and working through some preliminary rounds. All the guys are ready to blow off some steam after the hours of sitting and waiting and boredom. We joke and jostle our way into the huge front parlor. I split off with the coaches for a moment to lead them out to the back and point them toward the guest house before I rejoin the raucous crew. The mansion’s set up like a big B&B, and I lead them up the sweeping stairs to the second floor hallway, lined with eighteen bedrooms and four full baths – plenty of space for the sixteen of us. “Pick out your rooms. The basement’s a game room.” I turn for the largest suite and drop my duffel on the bed. Pulling out my toiletries, I step into the private master bath, squeezing toothpaste onto the toothbrush. We have a plan; the four of us have been coordinating every step of the way. If it works, every one of the team is going to have a night to remember. I gargle the mouthwash and spit, turning for the door and stepping into the hallway, waiting for a few of the guys to join me at the head of the stairs.
Six or eight of them gather around me, shoving and laughing as Trevor and Jason join us; I shoot them a knowing look and lead the pack down the stairs. Everybody else can follow the noise when they’re ready. A second set of stairs leads to the basement.
A cavernous space opens before us as we round the corner; extending the full length and width of the mansion, only a dozen support pillars break the huge space. A fully equipped home theater and several sofas dominate one corner; pool tables, foosball, air hockey, a hot tub, card tables, a home gym, a fully stocked bar, more sofas, all scatter across the open space in their respective sections. It’s a guys’ room, equipped by company executives for their retreats, designed to provide the simple adolescent fun upon which their wives or girlfriends or both frown. I suppose they send the female management to the guest house before they commence the entertainment.
I walk over and behind the bar, the rest of the crew wandering in my direction. The big fridge holds juices and sodas, the cupboard’s stuffed with junk food, and the liquor’s stocked. We all qualified today; nobody’s going to be worried about their weight. I reach under the bar and lift a crate of vodka to the approving hoots of the guys; one bottle’s marked with a small black dot on the lid. I pull it out and open it, taking a long drag as the guys cheer me on.
The ultimate in plausible deniability among guys is the phrase ‘I was so drunk.’ I’d already replaced the vodka in this bottle with tap water. Trevor, Jason, and I have no plans to get drunk, but we need some way out if this whole scheme falls apart. I grab three plastic cups. “Have fun.” As planned, the three of us head to a card table as the swelling crowd scatters across the basement. Within minutes, the clacking of pool and foosball punctuate the boisterous laughing as I deal the first hand and we place our bets.
Phase one. We wait and let them loosen up. We play some casual poker, betting dollar bills. The money’s all mine, but the rest of the guys don’t know that. The remaining members of the team filter down, joining the fray. One of the fellas saunters over, drink in hand, drawn by the small pile of cash. “Deal me in?”
“Got a couple hundred bucks to lay down?” I ask. He shrugs and walks away. I take a sip of water.
A hand or two later a commotion draws our attention to the home theater. A couple of guys have found the porn stash. Three or four of them argue over what to watch; finally, the distinct sound of female moaning emanates from that corner as a half a dozen young men lounge on the sofas, adjusting themselves surreptitiously.
“It’s working,” Trevor remarks. I nod casually as Jason deals the hand.
The next hour passes as we play for fun, draining the water from our bottle; the guys are more rowdy, the porn is turned up louder, the booze disappears glass by glass. It’s time for the next phase. I nod to Jason and Trevor and we change our style of play, purposefully blowing hands as we move cash in Trevor’s direction. We take a break halfway through the process; Trevor and I watch the antics as Jason makes a trip to the master bath where I’ve stashed the equipment. If we pull this off, every cock in this room is going to be in his ass. It better be squeaky clean.
He returns and we resume our losses as Trevor’s pile of bills grows. He’s putting on a good show, hooting and rubbing it in our faces every time he pulls a stack over. As planned, Trevor stands and brags, “Hey, I’ve got some money. Who wants pizza?” The room responds enthusiastically and he makes a phone call. A couple of guys join us as we resume the game, watching silently, shaking their heads at how stupid Jason and I are.
At last, I have twenty bucks left. Jason has five. It’s my deal. I shuffle then reach into my jacket pocket and use the small remote I have hidden there to turn off the giant-screen TV. Pandemonium erupts as the image goes black; everybody looks over while the guys closest try to figure out the problem. I slip the deck of cards into my pocket and pull another deck out of the other. This deck’s stacked.
I deal. We all know what we have; we practiced this half a dozen times. I deal the replacements, and wouldn’t you know it? We all have good hands – just good enough to get exciting without arousing suspicion in a bunch of half-drunk guys.
“Raise.” Jason drops two bucks on the ante.
“Call,” Trevor meets his sum.
“Raise.” I add two more to the stakes.
“Call.” Jason adds the last of his puny stash. The two guys watching us are chuckling. Three more walk over from their just-completed pool game.
Trevor considers. “You’re not beating my hand,” he says.
I grin at him. “Think so?”
He bites his lip and adds twelve dollars. “Raise.” Jason lays his cards face down, feigning disgust at being played out of the game.
“Now I know you’re bluffing,” I smirk, raising my voice just enough to get attention. “Or you’d be cleaning me out.”
“I didn’t wanna make you cry,” he remarks, matching my volume as the five watching us grin at each other. A couple more wander their way over, curious.
“Right.” I raise, pushing my remaining cash into the center. Trevor matches it and grips his cards. “What, you aren’t gonna raise?” I smile victoriously.
Trevor laughs. “You’re out. Why should I?”
“I’m not losing this. You go all in, and I’ll bet anything you want.”
Trevor meets me dead in the eye and pushes his whole stack. “You sure about that? My hand’s better.”
“Prove it. What’s the bet?”
Trevor pauses just long enough, an evil glint forming in his eye. Good actor. “Blowjobs for everyone.”
The guys watching us bust up laughing. I feign bewilderment. “What?”
“Put your money where your mouth is.” The guys laugh again at the bad pun. Perfect level of drunkenness. “You lose, you give the whole team a blowjob.”
Word spreads quickly. “What’d he bet?” “Blowjobs.” “That’s bullshit.” I wait a full thirty seconds as most of the team gathers around, building the tension while I pretend to stare Trevor down.
“I told you,” I finally say, slurring my words a little for audience consumption. “I’m not losing this. You’re on.”
Trevor grips his cards again. “I call,” Jason blurts.
“You can’t fucking call,” Trevor exclaims indignantly. “You’re already out! You’re deeper in the hole than he is.”
“If he can raise with blowjobs then I can raise with something.” Jason’s acting drunk too. It’s all I can do to keep from cracking up. He points to the cards. “And I ain’t losing neither.” Our audience yells, laughing and egging us on.
“Well, if he’s betting blowjobs and you owe even more…”
Trevor pauses while the audience yells suggestions at him. “Wear a dress to school!” “Clean my house!” “Buy us more alcohol!” That suggestion got a round of cheering.
“If you lose,” Trevor yelled, getting the crowd’s attention, “the whole team fucks you in the butt.”
It’s a make or break moment. The crowd’s shocked into silence for a second. Time to nudge. “Oh, ho ho!” I call boorishly, and the guys break into laughter and cheers.
Jason looks his friend in the eye. “I call.” The crowd cheers again as he lays his cards on the table. Three of a kind. Kings.
“Oh shit,” I blurt, laying my cards out. “Two pair.” Eights and aces.
The guys go nuts. Some of them begin to chant, “Blowjob! Blowjob!” The rest quiet them down and focus their attention on Trevor.
Trevor shrugs. “Well,” he pauses for a moment before a huge grin splits his face. “Looks like somebody’s getting fucked.” Straight. Three through eight.
The room explodes in laughter and bad dirty jokes. “Hey, how’s your gag reflex?” “Drill, baby, Drill!”
“Well,” I say in a resigned tone, standing and stepping to Jason. “I guess I better get started.” Before the audience can process what’s going on, I turn him toward me, pull down the front of his gym shorts, and wrap my lips around his soft cock.
The crowd goes nuts. Jason stands and I yank everything to his knees, sucking as he hardens in my mouth. “He’s actually doing it!” “Holy shit!” The mood’s right; mob mentality has set in, and the guys cheer me on as I go to town on the small man’s dick.
I can’t seem too comfortable with this; I fake a choke and a cough and latch back on, foregoing my standard skill and timing in favor of speed and enthusiasm. Without a doubt it’s the worst oral he’s ever gotten from me, and the subtle ‘I’m gonna kick your ass’ look he grins at me confirms it.
As planned, Trevor stands next to his friend, exposing himself in my face. I latch on as the crowd cheers anew. Funny situation, I reflect. I know these guys; this isn’t some anonymous sex in the middle of a dance floor filled with strangers. These are my teammates of six months. All of them straight, at least as far as I know, all of them friends on at least a camaraderie level – and all of them wild as I suck on their teammates’ cocks. The plan is working out better than I had hoped.
Most of them are here, anyway. I spot three guys out of the corner of my eye, gathered across the room, watching with expressions of shock or disgust. I figured there’d be some holdouts. We’ll deal with them later.
Trevor and Jason have each had three or four minutes. I pull back. “Who’s next?” I yell. The crowd pushes John forward. Good looking guy, brown hair, compact. Mean on the mat. I work at his fly as he stands awkwardly, grinning.
I note as Trevor pulls his cell out of his pocket and subtly sends a quick text message. I’d told him where to find a stash of condoms and lube; he’s retrieved the box of supplies and puts in on the card table, bending his friend over it as he opens one and applies it. “Dude, this is so fucking gay,” someone in the crowd yells as Trevor wedges his cock against his friend’s asshole.
“It’s not gay,” Trevor exclaims. “It’s two fucking LOSERS paying their fucking GAMBLING DEBT!” I grin in spite of myself. Nice touch. The crowd yells its approval as Trevor buries himself into Jason’s ass and establishes a steady pace as Jason fakes his distress.
Moments later, the team falls awkwardly silent as they notice a woman at the entry with a stack of pizzas. “Uh, I…” she stammers, “I heard the noise and figured you’d want your pizzas, sorry.” Julie pauses as she gets a weird look on her face. Another good actor. “That’s so hot…” she trails off.
A couple of the guys gape at her. “You like this?” one asks.
“You like looking at girls together? Why can’t I like watching guys?”
The half-drunk crowd can’t argue with her logic. She moves closer, dropping the pizzas on a table and sliding a hand toward her crotch. “Fuck him,” she orders, whooping the crowd back into a frenzy as she watches her boyfriend and I turn my attention back to John’s cock. Nobody but the three of us have ever met Julie, so the story flies with the crowd and within moments it transforms back into a mob.
Julie grabs John’s hand and pulls him over to Jason, handing him a rubber, encouraging him to do what he’d never normally consider. “Who’s next?” I yell. Frank steps forward. With a body more like that of a basketball player than a wrestler, he towers over me as I pull out his cock. It’s big and uncut and smells like gasoline. I grimace. “I ain’t sucking a dirty cock!” I yell. Frank endures the crowd’s catcalls. I was prepared for this. I point at a cabinet. “Baby wipes. Use ‘em, pass ‘em around, and come back when you’re done.”
Jeff steps forward. Ah, yes. Jeff, the man I’ve wanted to add to my conquests for the last two years. Body of a Greek god, ass of an angel, quiet though not shy, and completely oblivious. I open his fly and devour the treasure I find. I’d subtly come on to him sporadically since I met him. He never got the message, and my gut told me that pushing would only ruin my chances. He has a way with girls; he always seems to have a different one on his arm, and he’s the one with the wildest stories in the locker room. It’s his ass I want to get my cock into. The puzzle has always been how to do that with a man so supremely successful at being straight. Nice cock, on the large side. He’s actually pretty tender with me, brushing at my hair out of habit like he’d do with a chick, letting me go at my own pace. Something tells me he knows what he’s doing with a woman in the bedroom.
Trevor and Jason both have their fantasies, and it looks like we’re going to get them done tonight. Mine is to fuck this man, and it’s anything but certain whether we’re going to make it happen. Julie’s happy to be here, sure, and she should be able to coax the guys into doing things they’d never do, but seducing Jeff is the biggest reason why I wanted her to be part of our scheme. I enjoy my small victory now, throwing caution to the wind and sucking with all my skill until Jeff’s eyes roll back and he’s whispering, “Oh, god.”
Part of Julie’s job is to strip every man as he comes up to fuck Jason. John’s nude body thrusts; he fucks hard, like a bull in a china shop. Jason groans in barely-controlled ecstasy – his fantasy’s coming true, and it’s just starting.
Frank’s back, nudging Jeff out of the way. I let him go reluctantly and turn to Frank’s disinfected cock. A brief bite of alcohol and we’re off as I reapply my clumsy style. Jeff rolls on a condom and lubes it as John pulls out and steps back. Julie tugs at Jeff’s shirt as John looks around awkwardly, unsure what to do until Trevor steps next to him, whispering some joke in his ear, jacking slowly. John takes his lead and the nude pair watch the action silently, playing with themselves.
We’ve set a pattern. Will’s next – a stocky, ripped, hairy young man with a small, cute little dick; Frank moves over to Jason, Jeff joins the line of nude athletes playing with themselves. Julie wanders over to the group of jacking men once in a while amongst coaching the action at the card table, complimenting, smiling, encouraging, copping a feel.
Jake. Ethan. Chris. Tony. Matt. Andy. It takes almost an hour to cycle through them all. At some point, somebody breaks into the boxes of pizza; the mood improves further as bellies fill with food. Julie’s accomplishing an almost impossible task, keeping everybody interested and horny. She’s long ago stripped; she puts on a show as the men watch, fondling herself. She really is a remarkably attractive young woman, and she uses it to full effect – every man here wants to fuck her. Well, I smile to myself. Almost every man.
Andy moves on and I look around. The three holdouts are still there, looking sullen and trying to act disinterested. A new challenge.
“Your turn, guys,” I call. “Let’s get this over with.”
They shake their heads. “No way I’m doing that shit,” Gabe calls.
“Come on, I got a deal I gotta keep.”
“I don’t want people thinking I’m a fucking faggot.” Ooh, a homophobe. Fun.
I stand. My knees ache. “You think I want people knowing I’m gagging on all your fucking dicks?” I turn to the restless group of naked men. “You guys want this getting out?” They give a general No. I turn back to the holdouts. “Well, the only way this isn’t getting out is if we’re all in on it. If you three aren’t in on it, we can’t trust you not to go out there and blab to everybody.” I look to the mob for support. “Right?”
The mob’s on my side, and the holdouts know they’re losing. The peer pressure hits hard as the mob cajoles and nags, walking over to bring the holdouts across the room. In moments, the three look at each other in resignation and the nude group ushers them toward me.
Gabe’s first. Another straight guy who can’t keep his dick clean. I call for the baby wipes and clean it off as he stands, mortified, corralled in by three naked guys. I unleash my skill and watch his eyes widen in shock then glaze over in that pleasant submission that I love to see.
The carousel resumes as Gabe takes Andy’s place; the mob pushes Jordan in front of me. This guy’s overtly Christian; I know his objection is moral. I see the guilt in his eyes as his cock hardens in my mouth. Shit, that’s not fun. I’ve never actually felt guilty for seducing a guy before, and I don’t like this. I feel like I’m actually violating him. He’s only too happy when I cut the blowjob short and he moves dutifully toward Jason. Gabe’s decided if he’s going to do this he’s going to take his time; he makes Jordan wait.
Kevin’s the last one. He’s nervous as hell. What’s with this guy? He’s physically shaking. Trimmed pubes, clean cock, he’s already hard as I open his jeans. He flashes a look of petrified relief as I take his dick in my mouth.
It’s obvious. This guy’s queer as RuPaul and as deep in the closet as a dirty furby. He’s terrified of being discovered. Hm, a new project.
Gabe finally moves aside as Jordan hesitantly pushes into Jason. Sixty seconds later, he looks at me, shame and anger in his eyes. “Good enough?” I look at him and he walks away without waiting for an answer, disappearing upstairs. Damn, I’m feeling shitty right about now. I’ll have to see about making amends.
Ah, well, there’s a project to finish at the moment. I set my guilt aside and watch as Kevin fucks Jason. He’s still nervous and he acts like he’s afraid everyone will figure out that he’s enjoying himself. Most of the guys had watched Julie as she stripped them and put on a show for them while they fucked; Kevin’s eyes remain locked on his cock pummelling Jason’s battered asshole as she tugs at his clothing. Two minutes and he’s naked and acting like he’s ready to cum. I step close, mumbling so nobody can hear. “I’m gay too.” His breath quickens. “Come to my room tonight and you can be yourself with me.” He fucks desperately; he pulls out before it’s too late and steps back. I grin and take my clothes off, stroking my half-hard cock unabashedly in front of my teammates; I love the looks of surprise and envy I get as it reaches full size and I apply the condom and lube. So fucking hot, I reflect as I bury my cock into Jason’s loosened hole and absent-mindedly engage in my usual masterful fucking. Here I am, closeted by choice, being fully gay in front of the whole team, and they have no idea I’m queer. I smile and decide to show them what man-fucking is all about. Fuck their suspicions. After this, I’ll probably get back out of the closet anyway. Being drunk won’t explain all this away.
I tear into Jason; his moans change pitch and I reach around, milking his cock as I angle into his prostate. He gasps desperately and cums all over the legs of the card table. Most of the guys watch, fascinated in spite of themselves. I pull out. One fantasy fulfilled. ‘Course, I know Jason will not complain if it goes much further. “Who wants another go?” I call. Ethan’s the first ready with rubber in place; he buries and fucks. We’ve crossed a line. It’s no longer gay, Jason’s no longer a dude; he’s just a hole that feels good around a cock, and a dozen horny guys are ready to fill it.
Time for the next phase. I nod to Julie. “Hey guys,” she calls, getting their attention. She smiles lasciviously. “You’re all so fucking hot.” She waves at the general situation. “This is all so fucking hot. Anybody want to fuck me?” The crowd yells its response. “I wanna see more of you fucking. Any of you who’s man enough to get fucked in the ass can fuck me. Every minute you take it is a minute you can give it to me.” She pauses and the guys look at each other dubiously. She points toward me. “Anybody who takes him for a minute gets me for two.”
I swing my cock toward them and grip it with both hands. “Who’s man enough?” I yell, joking. The guys laugh; the momentary tension breaks.
“Who’s paying for the pizza?” The guys point at Trevor. “Well, then,” Julie purrs as she steps close to her boyfriend, “if you give me a big tip, you can fuck me for free.” The mob protests that it’s unfair; the two lovers ignore them all and kiss passionately. Julie sits Trevor on a chair and straddles him, sliding onto his bare cock as they make out. The pair proceeds in fulfilling Trevor’s fantasy; they put on a good show – passionate, sexy fucking with nothing but the chair as a prop – and the dozen members of the mob watch, jacking at the sight and taking random turns at Jason’s willing, dripping, gaping asshole. The poor boy has rolled to his back; it’s comical to watch stud after stud with his ankles on their shoulders, ramming his ass as they watch in envy while their teammate fucks the gorgeous pizza delivery girl.
I start wandering around, planting seeds. “She’s so fucking hot,” I mumble to one or another. “I’d love to hit that. I wonder if it’s worth getting a dick up the butt?” “Will’s got the littlest dick, I bet it wouldn’t hurt much. Might even be worth it if it means hitting that.” Minutes later, Ethan’s cajoling Will into rolling on a rubber and Will’s got Ethan bent over against a sofa.
All part of the plan. There’s a box of stopwatches in the cupboard. I hand one to Will and he starts it as Ethan grimaces at the invasion.
The ice is broken. In minutes, stopwatches in hand, Jake’s fucking Matt, Tony’s fucking Andy, and little John is fucking lanky Frank. Julie calls out, egging them on as Trevor drills her. The room’s filled with orgiastic grunts and groans of tortured pleasure.
Damn, I’m good. I am good.
I have changed this team forever. It’ll be a cakewalk to turn most of this group of straight athletic studs into my own personal sex toy.
Damn, I am good.
I sidle up to Jeff. “What do you think?”
He shakes his head, grinning. “This is crazy shit.”
“I meant about her.” I gesture in Julie’s direction. “Pretty hot, huh?”
He grabs his big cock. “Oh yeah. Sexy. Just my type.”
“Worth five minutes to get in her cunt for ten?”
“Dude, I’m not taking your dick. You’re too fucking big.”
I lean closer conspiratorially. “I’m gonna tell you a secret.” He looks at me. “I’ve messed around with guys before.” His eyes narrow; I put up my hands defensively. “Not very much, you know, just experimented a while back.” I pause. “Getting fucked isn’t too bad. It hurts for a minute, but then it’s not too bad.”
He glances at the four guys bent over around us. Their gritted yells have turned to grunts and groans. We hear Will ask Ethan, “You want me to stop?”
Ethan shakes his head. “May as well keep going.”
“See?” I wait for Jeff to look back at me. “What could you do with her in ten minutes?” He looks at Julie again; Trevor has her bent over the chair and slams her doggie-style.
His face changes as he makes his decision. “Alright, let’s get this done.”
My head swims. Two years of scheming are about to pay off. I retrieve a condom and lube and a stopwatch and Jeff leans against a sofa. In moments, I wedge the head of my cock against his tight pink asshole; I grip his perfectly rounded ass. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he mutters.
With every sense alive, I push into Jeff’s ass. He tightens up. “Relax,” I coax. “Push out.” Years of experience fucking virgin assholes come to bear as I try to minimize his discomfort – push in past the pain and initial shock, then freeze as his body spasms and adjusts, then tickle just a little with tiny strokes.
This is it, the moment I’ve been waiting for. As I gently thrust, I realize that it’s one of those things you build up in your mind for so long that the reality can’t help but to be disappointing. I settle into an easy pace as Jeff bites the sofa. Ah, well, you live, you learn. He’s still hot, it still feels good. I close my eyes and enjoy the moment, such as it is. Third fantasy fulfilled.
I open my eyes just right to see a figure mostly hidden in the shadow of the main entry to the basement. I squint. The profile can only fit Coach Dan. Well, well. This is an interesting development. Gotta be cool. I thrust a little harder as a new plan forms in my mind.
Before I know it, Jeff’s grunting at me. “How long?”
I glance at the stopwatch. Already? “Six minutes.”
“Alright, enough.” His hand presses against my hip and I withdraw slowly. As we turn, Trevor finally hits orgasm after almost thirty minutes of fucking. Considering how horned up and turned on he must have been, fucking hard and heavy in public, it’s impressive he lasted so long. He ejaculates into his girlfriend and collapses into their prop chair as she leans over and kisses him deeply.
She looks at the sweaty, athletic team with lust in her eyes as the fucking pairs of men disengage and the bottoms step toward her hopefully, stopwatches in hand. This was her price – she loves athletic men, and the chance to get banged by so many of them was too much to pass up. A girl after my own heart. “Who’s first?”
Ethan steps forward. She gives him a condom, ignores his protest that she let Trevor go without, then bends over the card table next to Jason. It’s easy to predict – she’ll take on whoever earned it while Jason takes on whoever wants it. Won’t be long before they start cumming. With the prize before them, Tony, Chris, and Will start asking their teammates to fuck them.
I have other things on my mind. I grab a pool cue and head for the back door – the smaller, secondary staircase at the other end of the basement. Climbing the stairs, I work my way through the spacious first floor – conference room, kitchen, foyer.
Coach Dan’s the youngest of our three coaches. Twenty-six, fresh out of college with a degree specializing in sports injuries, he’s an alumnus of the school and his old coach was only too happy to pull some strings to get him the job – particularly since he fills a role freshly vacated by the retirement of the crusty old team medic last year.
He relates with us better than he does with his colleagues and he talks openly about his life. Married a year ago, determined to live the simple American dream of kids playing inside a white picket fence as he gets home from work, he and his wife just celebrated the birth of their baby girl.
I bet he hasn’t fucked her in weeks.
I reach the main stairs and creep down on the balls of my feet. He doesn’t hear. Four steps up, I chime in: “Pretty hot, huh?”
He spins and gives me a look like he’s having a heart attack. It morphs into panic. “I…” he stammers. “I just got here.”
“Sure.” The man’s built like a linebacker. He’s wearing sweats. “And I’d fuck Hayden Panettiere.” He gives me a confused look and I drop; he freezes in shock as I pull down his sweats and boxers and take his already-hard cock. Pre-cum coats the tip. This guy’s horny as hell. I pull out all the stops, determined to convert him to my way of thinking. He chokes but can’t bear to tear himself away. I’ve got him; I can feel his cock twitching against my tongue.
I hear what sounds like Gabe’s voice in orgasmic moans. That’s ironic. The homophobe cums from fucking the dude. Amazing how much that happens. Anyway, back to business.
Now the fun part. I grab Coach Dan’s balls and slide, mercilessly pulling him into the light. I throw the pool cue across the tile floor; the clatter gets everybody’s attention as I devour Coach Dan’s cock again. “Oh, shit,” he mutters as he tries to flee. I won’t let go of his balls. He’s stuck.
I pull off his cock. “Cat’s out of the bag. May as well enjoy yourself.” I look at my teammates, raising my voice. “Coach Dan needs to fuck a hole. Some of you guys wanna come help me show him the way?
Gabe, John, and Trevor move our direction. We surround Coach Dan and grip his arms, half lifting him, moving him toward the group. I tear open a condom and unroll it over his shaft, slathering lube; we basically push him into Jason’s ass and Coach Dan starts thrusting tentatively. “You know what this could do to me?” He looks at me. “My job, my family…”
“We won’t tell if you don’t. Right guys?” The room nods in general agreement.
Coach Dan shakes his head. “I just came over to work on Jason’s calf…” he mutters as he establishes an easy pace.
Jason looks up, grinning. He’d pulled his calf pretty badly a couple of weeks ago; Coach Dan had been helping him get back to normal. “Nothing stopping you!” He lifts his leg and straightens it against Coach Dan’s shoulder. A couple of us laugh as the coach shakes his head again and reaches up, gripping the ball of Jason’s foot, stretching his calf while he fucks his asshole.
I look at Jason. The little man’s a fucking beast; his dick’s hard; his eyes roll back as Coach Dan drills him. He glances at me. “Suck me off,” he whispers. I smile and lean over and engulf his cock. Deep throat, hand job, I know how he loves it. I suck; he’s getting close. I keep an eye on Coach Dan; the horny husband’s getting close too. On the other side of the card table, Frank grunts as he cums from fucking Julie; Jeff takes his place. Damn, he looks good fucking. That boy could do porn. Coach Dan groans. “I can’t believe I’m gonna cum,” he whispers. Jason moans as I speed up; I want them to shoot at the same time.
“Aw, hard,” Jason whimpers. “Fuck me hard.” Coach Dan powers into him as the big man launches into an orgasm that he tries valiantly to hide. I dive deep and Jason shoots a massive load into my throat as his whole body clenches. It’s a flood, and I barely manage not to lose any of it.
Heh. No straight guy would do that. No sense pretending anymore. I look up at the gaping crowd. “What? You never seen a gay guy swallow cum?”
Jason reaches for my hand and I help him to his feet. I look around at the carnage. Used condoms and wrappers litter the floor. The area around the card table’s slick with spilled lube. I’ll have to get somebody to clean it up before my stepfather’s people see it. Jason’s legs are numb; he can hardly walk. I drape his arm over my shoulder and limp him toward the stairs. Coach Dan rushes out without a word. Jeff grunts as he fucks Trevor’s girlfriend. Sated, Ethan, Frank, and Gabe disappear up the stairs ahead of us. I look at Kevin and mouth the words “five minutes.” He smiles a little and nods. Four more guys wait in line, having earned a go at Julie, and the rest jack while watching, but I’ve lost interest. Up the two flights of stairs, closing the door behind, Jason’s finally got feeling back and he collapses on the bed.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” he sighs. We sit in silence for a few minutes, breathing. Finally, he looks over. “You never came, did you?”
I give him a wry look. “I was saving myself.”
He chuckles. “For what?”
“Kevin.”
“Kevin?” Jason gives me a look of genuine surprise. “I never woulda guessed.” He pauses. “Want me to leave?”
I shrug. “You can stay if you want.” We both look over at the door as it opens tentatively.
