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He tackles me down on the ground and holds me there as he slowly rubs his long, thick, growing cock up my face. Then he quickly pulsates his hips up and down, as if he's skull fucking me. He looks down at me with a sly grin and winks -- it's Casey, the team captain. As he gets up, I can see an enormous bulge in his mesh soccer shorts. Sweat from his defined, muscular chest is left on my face. I taste a bit of it soaking on my lips. He walks away from me with such an arrogant swagger that leaves me feeling weak and belittled. He proudly marches back over to the rest of the team and exchanges some high-fives while laughing and receiving their praise. I feel so embarrassed, but in a strange way, I am suddenly intrigued by him – perhaps his intention.
I’ve never thought about guys in sexual ways. I mean, I can see a guy and think he’s generally attractive, but I know I'm not a fag or anything like that. But still, after Casey's quick display of dominance over me and his obvious fierce sex drive, I'm left wondering more about him. Just now feeling how big his flaccid cock is through his shorts, and feeling it grow against my face, I'm real curious to know just how big and hard it can get. I know it has to be much bigger than my own dick. I've never been happy with the size of mine, which is probably why I'm not confident enough to sleep with many girls. I'm almost 21 years old and only had sex four times. Casey is more than two years younger than me, in better shape, and has a bigger cock. It really makes me envious, and yet, somewhat infatuated with him. Suddenly, a ton of thoughts and questions run through my head:
Is his cock smooth?
Does he have any hair on his balls and cock?
Is he circumcised?
How often does he fuck?
Is he a big cum shooter?
Does he like to be dominant and make his bitches do whatever he wants, like swallow a big load from his cock?
Is he rough and aggressive when he fucks?
How long can he fuck and how many times can he shoot his load out?
I start to get aroused thinking about this. I really want to know, but have to snap out of it. I'm the new kid on the team and this is my first practice on the field with them. I'm not gay. I shouldn't be thinking about this stuff. I figure since Casey is the team captain, he is just showing off to the guys. I consider this to be my hazing, so to speak. I want to fit in so I get up and laugh it off. As I do, the coach blow's his whistle and tells us to hit the showers.
There are twelve of us on the team and I still don't know anyone yet, so I keep to myself. I've never taken a shower with guys around so I'm a little nervous. I go to my locker, drop my shorts, and throw a towel around me real quick. I walk into the shower room and I'm relieved to discover that there are small dividers between the guys, like a stall, that is a little more than waist high. I am really happy about this because even though I have only been thinking about Casey, I worry that I'll start to bat my eyes at some of the other guys on my team, because they seem to be just like him too. It is obvious that these guys are like a fraternity and have no problem showering in front of each other. There are no gay antics going on. In fact, they only talk about girls, fucking girls, fucking more girls, and who has the fastest car among them. I walk straight ahead to the first available shower stall and begin to wash up.
After a minute or two, Casey walks in and enters the stall right next to me. I can't believe it. Only a thin plastic divider is between me and his naked body. I really want to peek over, but I restrain myself. I don't want to be caught looking at the team captain's naked body in front of everyone on my very first day. He doesn't say anything to me or even acknowledge me. No one does. Instead, he talks to the other guys about the same locker room talk as always: Tight Pussy, Big Tits, Sweet Ass, and fast cars. I finish showering as fast as possible and when I'm done, I wrap my towel around myself and leave.
I go to my locker and dress. I have to hang around a bit longer and finish setting up my new equipment in the locker. All the guys are gone except for Casey. I don't even realize he is still there until he walks over to me, rubs my head and messes up my hair, and says, "What's up, Kid?" Wearing just a white towel, the water drips from his wet, wavy, dirty blonde hair. He wears his towel real low and I try not to notice just how low it is. He has such a nice surfer's tan. Some water gleams around the edges and crevasses of his pecs and abs. He has more muscle than me and is really cut. He keeps his face and chest freshly shaven; I guess he keeps his cock and balls the same. He is a fresh 18 year old who takes care of his hot body real well. His ice blue eyes pierce right into me. He is the epitome of a cocky hot young jock and I am in awe. I know I look like I'm about to drool over him. I keep trying not to look right down at his cock but I can't resist. My eyes quickly glance down, and, sure enough I see the head of his cock bulging against the wet towel. He catches me looking and just smirks. Almost as if he's used to it and knows he's hot. I finally say, "Hey."
He takes a few steps closer to me. I feel nervous and awkward. I mean, I just met the guy earlier in the day and now he is practically naked, dripping wet, and standing less than a foot in front of me. He is so close to me, I bet if he gets a hard on, it'll poke me. I can tell he is completely comfortable with himself. He carries his cockiness very well. Yet another reason I envy and admire him. He pats me real hard on my arm and says, "Good job out there, kid."
"Kid?" I think to myself. I'm over two years older than him. I'm hardly a kid. He continues, "I think you have a lot of potential."
"Thanks." I say back, but still felt uncertain about his approach.
"Yeah. I'm glad you joined the team. You're really gonna have a good time with
us."
"Cool. I'm looking forward to it,” I tell him.
He shoots me that same sly grin from before when he had me pinned down and says, "Yeah, me too, kid."
I wonder if he is ever going to apologize or mention at all what happened earlier on the field. But, he doesn't bring it up and I'm not about to right now. He begins to walk away, but then suddenly stops in his tracks and turns back around to me. "I noticed you rode a bike. It looks like rain is coming," he says with some legitimate concern.
"Yeah, but I don't live too far," I reply.
"Well, I have big Jeep that you could toss your bike in the back of," he tells me. Then his tone gets deeper and his eyes become more fixed on mine. He grabs his cock and balls to adjust them under his towel, and asks, "You want a ride, kid?"
He sees me watch him grab his junk. I don't reply immediately because my mind races with so many thoughts. He raises his eyebrows at me and says, "C’mon, I know you want to."
I sheepishly respond, “sure.”
Casey pulls his Jeep up, and as I throw my bike in the back, I see a box of magnum condoms under the seat, as well as at least 3 jars of super chunky peanut butter. I get in next to him and he takes off fast. He wears a backwards hat that makes his wavy hair stick out over his face a little. Despite the approaching storm clouds, he wears his shades and looks damn cool in them. He wears a pair of jeans with rips over his knees and a basketball jersey that really exposes a good portion of his chest. As I said before, I never check guys out like the way I just did, but something about his presence, the way he dresses, talks, walks, and drives his car is so damn. . . hot and sexy. I know he gets laid as often as he wants.
I give him directions to my house but he doesn't seem to pay attention to me. He is more interested in his stereo system sounding loud enough and checking out girls in other cars. In fact, with the music as loud as it is, we don't even talk. Eventually he passes by the street he should take to get me home. I tell him to turn but he keeps driving.
I say, "Stop," at least four or five times before he finally turns down the music and tells me he is hungry. I jokingly respond by telling him to eat some of the peanut butter I saw rolling around the floor of his Jeep. He grabs his cock, laughs, and says, “yea, yea, give me some of that.”
I fetch around and find a jar that still has some peanut butter in it. I ask him if he really likes peanut butter that much, but he doesn’t respond. I hand him the jar and he grabs a spoon from the center console. He opens the jar, and takes a big scoop of it. Casey puts it in his mouth and immediately lets out an almost orgasmic, “mmmmhhhh….”
I can’t help but look over at him, and we make eye contact. He slowly removes the spoon from his mouth and licks it once. “I love chunky peanut butter. How bout you kid?” he asks. “I don’t know, I guess so” I say. “Here” he says as he scoops another big spoonful. “No thanks” I reply. I’m not a germaphone, but I didn’t really want to share the same spoon. I thought it was kind of weird and maybe he’d think I was weird too if I accepted.
Casey seemed agitated that I declined though. He pushed the spoon closer to my mouth and said sternly, “open up, kid, it’s coming in.” I could tell he was serious. His blue eyes again piercing into me. “It’s really good for you, ok? I eat a jar of it everyday” he tells me. “A jar a day?” I astonishingly ask. “How is it that good for you?” He holds the spoon, the one I just saw him put in his mouth and lick, right up against my lips, smearing some of the peanut butter on me. “C’mon, take it, kid, and I’ll tell you.”
As we exchange stares, I finally succumb to his demand and slowly open my mouth for him to feed me his chunky peanut butter. He shoves the spoon in my mouth and turns it around on my tongue, making me take the whole spoonful. With a victorious grin and a laugh, Casey says, “there ya go, kid, make sure you get it all.” He seems to let the spoon linger in my mouth more than necessary. I move my head back to get it out of my mouth and Casey smiles at the awkwardness it causes me. “Now lick it clean for me.” Casey demands again, while still holding the spoon against my mouth. I can’t believe what’s going on. There is so much sexual energy occurring, but I think it’s just in my head and maybe I’m going through a strange phase. Is he fucking with me and why? There’s a subtle seduction he’s doing, but there’s no way he’s gay. Maybe he’s testing me, to see if I might be gay. All this going though my head, but I obey and lick the spoon clean. It makes me aroused to know I’m licking the spoon he just licked.
“Good job, kid” he tells me. I say “thanks” but not sure why I do.
Then Casey lays this piece of info on me: “now start eating a jar of that a day and you just might be able to shoot hefty loads of spunk like me.” “Huh?” I reply. “What are you talking about?” I ask. Again, he grabs his cock to adjust it, and explains to me that he eats a jar of chunky peanut butter almost every day because it increases the amount of cum he shoots when ejaculating. “Yea, yea, kid, I bust buckets of cum everyday, and it’s because of all the chunky peanut butter.”
I’m so confused and surprised by the rapid progression this is going, but I’m equally entranced by this hot, sexy stud that is Casey. He follows up with, “I love spraying my splooge all over bitches and watching them try to take it. But they can’t, cause there’s so much spunk they don’t know how to. Some try to swallow it all, but start gagging it back up. All of them get their faces soaked with it” he says all of this so proudly and definitively.
I can’t help but look at him with a face of curiosity. He turns to me with those eyes of his again and just smirks as he nods his head in the affirmative, like he knows that I’m infatuated with him.
A few minutes later we stop at a sub shop. He gets out of the Jeep, but I don't. He tells me to come in with him but I tell him I'm broke. As I notice him grab his cock and balls again, he says, "I got you, kid. C'mon."
We go inside and it's clear to me that Casey and the girl working behind the counter know each other. She gawks at him and tries to make plans with him some night later in the week. He doesn’t seem to care about her and makes fun of her for working and having to make our subs. He goes to pay and says he is a few bucks short. He gives the girl a seductive look. A look I haven't seen from him before that shouts out, 'I'm gonna fuck you good!' She offers to make up the difference with her own money she made from tips. I can't believe it, but damn, how can you not succumb to that hot look of his. He says, "Thanks, baby. I might call ya later." We take our food and leave. I feel bad for the girl, but say nothing about it.
We get in his Jeep and I ask how he knows her. He chuckles and takes out his cell phone. He browses through some pictures and tells me she is the younger sister of a girl he used to date. He shows me a picture of her, completely naked in a bed, with a ton of cum all over her, but mostly her face. He laughs a lot once he sees it again. "That's all me, kid," he says proudly.
"Oh, shit, dude. That's awesome," I tell him. I try not to sound impressed, but in reality I'm so envious of him and how he just flaunts his sexual escapades in front of me.
"She fucking loves it. She was begging for it again just now. That's why she paid for my food," he says with a laugh.
"Yeah, I guess so," I say.
"I don't think I'm gonna give it to her again for a while. It pisses me off when bitches start liking it more than I do; ya know what I mean, kid?"
"Yeah," I say, but really have no clue.
"Besides she was just a quick lay for me to get her older sister pissed off. I took both those bitches virginity in less than two weeks." I can tell how good and big that makes him feel to brag about it. He continues, "Keep scrolling through the pics on my phone; you'll see a ton of sleazy sluts covered in my spunk. I love marking my cock property that way."
I so want to look at all the pictures to see his handy-work and maybe catch a glimpse of that big, thick cock I know he has. Instead, I play it cool and just hand the phone back to him.
"OK, kid. I'll show ya later." He starts the Jeep and tells me to hold his sub while he drives.
"You going to drop me home now?" I ask.
"No. We're gonna go chill at my bro's place for a bit." He tells me this as if there is no other option for me.
"Umm, that's cool I guess." I say.
Casey turns his stereo up loud and takes off fast down the road.
We pull up to an apartment building. As we approach the building entrance, we notice two girls carrying some moving boxes inside. Casey smiles and winks at them. "Hey girls, you moving in? I'll give ya a hand." The girls quickly take him up on his offer and hand him a box. He looks back at me with a grin and says, "Hey kid, grab a box. Help these nice girls out." Of course I take a box and follow them inside. The two girls are really attractive blondes with great bodies that any guy would want to fuck. They're at least as old as me or possibly a year or two older. Considering that they are four-to-five years older than Casey, I figure I have a better shot at talking to one of them and seeing if I can spark any interest. But, just as soon as I think that, I realize I don't stand a chance against Casey's sexual prowess. The girls lead the way up the stairs, and as they do, he's fixated on watching their nice ass bounce in front of his face. He quickly glances back at me with a suspicious smile, sticks his tongue out, and raises his eyebrows at me. I can only imagine what he's thinking.
What a coincidence it turns out to be when we discover the girls’ new apartment is right across the hall from his bro's apartment. We drop off the boxes for them and they thank us. He never loses that seductive smile of his. "Hell yeah, you're my bro's neighbor. That's awesome."
"Cool. Maybe we'll be able to pay you back sometime then," the hot blondes respond.
"I already thought about that..." he doesn't hesitate at all, "...you two should come drink with us at my bro's tonight."
The girls look at each other and give it a thought. He doesn't like having to wait for an answer. "Ah, c'mon girls. It will be fun. I just got a fake I.D. so I can get whatever ya want to drink."
The girls laugh right away. "How old are you -- just a day or two over 18?" they ask.
"Yeah, so what? I'll still drink you both under the table. How old are you anyways?"
They respond, "Well girls never tell their real age, but we got a few years on you and way more experience."
He responds by doing the same exact thing he did to me earlier in the locker room: gets real close to them, uses his bright blue eyes to pierce into theirs, grabs his junk, and with a deeper tone says, "Trust me, baby girl, I may be younger than you, but there's no way you're gonna keep up with me. I'll prove it all night."
The girls react the same way as me too. They're taken aback and succumb to his wishes. They agree to come over his bro's later tonight. I see how he uses intimidation to get what he wants. He has such a strong, cocky, sexual presence about him that emits ravenously.
A few minutes later, we were in Casey's bro's apartment. It's a total bachelor pad. Two big couches, big TV, video games, stereo system, a surfboard in the corner, beer cans, liquor bottles, a lot of posters of naked girls, and of course, jars of chunky peanut butter. I can easily tell why Casey loves to come here to chill. "This is it, kid. I crash on this couch here more than anywhere else."
"That's cool," I tell him, "so where is your bro?"
I hear a toilet flush and his bro comes out of the bathroom. As he does, he zips up his cargo shorts from taking a piss."Hey, bro, what's up? Who the fuck is this?" asking about me.
Casey starts to pour three shots of tequila. "He's the new kid on my team." He distributes the shots among the three of us.
His bro is older than me. He looks like maybe he's 24 or 25. He wears camouflage cargo shorts. I definitely notice him zipping up and see the bulge he is packing. He has a striped jacket-hoody on but it's not zippered and his tan chest is exposed. He has a bad ass tattoo of a jester on the side of his ribs. He doesn't shave his chest like Casey does. He has a real nice happy trail of hair from his belly button down to his junk. I follow the trail and see the brim of his plaid boxers. He has hair stubble all around his pecs. His nipples are hard and peak from behind the zipper of his jacket. His hair is very much like Casey's long, wavy hair style, but much darker, almost black. His eyes are just as intense too, except they're emerald in color. He sports a sideways baseball hat and a 5 o'clock shadow on his face. Whereas Casey is the epitome of a cocky hot young jock; his bro, Josh, is the epitome of a cocky hot surfer dude.
"Hey, kid, I'm Josh. This is my place." He comes in close to me and extends his hand. I extend mine and he pulls me in close to him. Our chests touch. His feels so tight and muscular. Being this close to him, I can smell his hot musky pheromones. In a matter of three seconds, I'm aroused.
The three of us each have a shot of tequila in hand now. Casey makes a toast to me. "Here's to the new kid on the team!"
Then Josh chimes in, "and to bangin' sluts!" He grabs his cock and balls much like, bro, Casey does.
As we throw back the shots, I see Casey and Josh next to each other and I can't understand why these cool guys have me so infatuated with their hot bodies and sexy attitude. I realize that Casey is exactly the type of a guy I wish I had been when I was 18; and Josh is exactly the type of guy I want to be when I'm twenty-five.
Casey pours three more shots. "Oh yeah, bro, speaking of bangin' sluts. We just met your new neighbors. Two busty blondes begging to be fucked silly. They're coming over."
They slap hands. "Fuck yeah! Good work, bro!" Josh exclaims. "Let's slam those bitches tonight." Josh looks at me and jabs my shoulder hard, "I'll let ya have sloppy seconds, kid."
"Cool,” I say. I start to worry how this night will play out. I thought Casey was just giving me a ride home. Now I'm here at his bro's place, on our way to being drunk, and I just met both these guys today. The girls are on their way over; I know for fact that between Casey and Josh, I have no game with these girls and no chance at all to hook up with one of them.
We drink the second round of shots. "Let's get rowdy tonight, boys," Casey says as he pours more shots.
I’ve never thought about guys in sexual ways. I mean, I can see a guy and think he’s generally attractive, but I know I'm not a fag or anything like that. But still, after Casey's quick display of dominance over me and his obvious fierce sex drive, I'm left wondering more about him. Just now feeling how big his flaccid cock is through his shorts, and feeling it grow against my face, I'm real curious to know just how big and hard it can get. I know it has to be much bigger than my own dick. I've never been happy with the size of mine, which is probably why I'm not confident enough to sleep with many girls. I'm almost 21 years old and only had sex four times. Casey is more than two years younger than me, in better shape, and has a bigger cock. It really makes me envious, and yet, somewhat infatuated with him. Suddenly, a ton of thoughts and questions run through my head:
Is his cock smooth?
Does he have any hair on his balls and cock?
Is he circumcised?
How often does he fuck?
Is he a big cum shooter?
Does he like to be dominant and make his bitches do whatever he wants, like swallow a big load from his cock?
Is he rough and aggressive when he fucks?
How long can he fuck and how many times can he shoot his load out?
I start to get aroused thinking about this. I really want to know, but have to snap out of it. I'm the new kid on the team and this is my first practice on the field with them. I'm not gay. I shouldn't be thinking about this stuff. I figure since Casey is the team captain, he is just showing off to the guys. I consider this to be my hazing, so to speak. I want to fit in so I get up and laugh it off. As I do, the coach blow's his whistle and tells us to hit the showers.
There are twelve of us on the team and I still don't know anyone yet, so I keep to myself. I've never taken a shower with guys around so I'm a little nervous. I go to my locker, drop my shorts, and throw a towel around me real quick. I walk into the shower room and I'm relieved to discover that there are small dividers between the guys, like a stall, that is a little more than waist high. I am really happy about this because even though I have only been thinking about Casey, I worry that I'll start to bat my eyes at some of the other guys on my team, because they seem to be just like him too. It is obvious that these guys are like a fraternity and have no problem showering in front of each other. There are no gay antics going on. In fact, they only talk about girls, fucking girls, fucking more girls, and who has the fastest car among them. I walk straight ahead to the first available shower stall and begin to wash up.
After a minute or two, Casey walks in and enters the stall right next to me. I can't believe it. Only a thin plastic divider is between me and his naked body. I really want to peek over, but I restrain myself. I don't want to be caught looking at the team captain's naked body in front of everyone on my very first day. He doesn't say anything to me or even acknowledge me. No one does. Instead, he talks to the other guys about the same locker room talk as always: Tight Pussy, Big Tits, Sweet Ass, and fast cars. I finish showering as fast as possible and when I'm done, I wrap my towel around myself and leave.
I go to my locker and dress. I have to hang around a bit longer and finish setting up my new equipment in the locker. All the guys are gone except for Casey. I don't even realize he is still there until he walks over to me, rubs my head and messes up my hair, and says, "What's up, Kid?" Wearing just a white towel, the water drips from his wet, wavy, dirty blonde hair. He wears his towel real low and I try not to notice just how low it is. He has such a nice surfer's tan. Some water gleams around the edges and crevasses of his pecs and abs. He has more muscle than me and is really cut. He keeps his face and chest freshly shaven; I guess he keeps his cock and balls the same. He is a fresh 18 year old who takes care of his hot body real well. His ice blue eyes pierce right into me. He is the epitome of a cocky hot young jock and I am in awe. I know I look like I'm about to drool over him. I keep trying not to look right down at his cock but I can't resist. My eyes quickly glance down, and, sure enough I see the head of his cock bulging against the wet towel. He catches me looking and just smirks. Almost as if he's used to it and knows he's hot. I finally say, "Hey."
He takes a few steps closer to me. I feel nervous and awkward. I mean, I just met the guy earlier in the day and now he is practically naked, dripping wet, and standing less than a foot in front of me. He is so close to me, I bet if he gets a hard on, it'll poke me. I can tell he is completely comfortable with himself. He carries his cockiness very well. Yet another reason I envy and admire him. He pats me real hard on my arm and says, "Good job out there, kid."
"Kid?" I think to myself. I'm over two years older than him. I'm hardly a kid. He continues, "I think you have a lot of potential."
"Thanks." I say back, but still felt uncertain about his approach.
"Yeah. I'm glad you joined the team. You're really gonna have a good time with
us."
"Cool. I'm looking forward to it,” I tell him.
He shoots me that same sly grin from before when he had me pinned down and says, "Yeah, me too, kid."
I wonder if he is ever going to apologize or mention at all what happened earlier on the field. But, he doesn't bring it up and I'm not about to right now. He begins to walk away, but then suddenly stops in his tracks and turns back around to me. "I noticed you rode a bike. It looks like rain is coming," he says with some legitimate concern.
"Yeah, but I don't live too far," I reply.
"Well, I have big Jeep that you could toss your bike in the back of," he tells me. Then his tone gets deeper and his eyes become more fixed on mine. He grabs his cock and balls to adjust them under his towel, and asks, "You want a ride, kid?"
He sees me watch him grab his junk. I don't reply immediately because my mind races with so many thoughts. He raises his eyebrows at me and says, "C’mon, I know you want to."
I sheepishly respond, “sure.”
Casey pulls his Jeep up, and as I throw my bike in the back, I see a box of magnum condoms under the seat, as well as at least 3 jars of super chunky peanut butter. I get in next to him and he takes off fast. He wears a backwards hat that makes his wavy hair stick out over his face a little. Despite the approaching storm clouds, he wears his shades and looks damn cool in them. He wears a pair of jeans with rips over his knees and a basketball jersey that really exposes a good portion of his chest. As I said before, I never check guys out like the way I just did, but something about his presence, the way he dresses, talks, walks, and drives his car is so damn. . . hot and sexy. I know he gets laid as often as he wants.
I give him directions to my house but he doesn't seem to pay attention to me. He is more interested in his stereo system sounding loud enough and checking out girls in other cars. In fact, with the music as loud as it is, we don't even talk. Eventually he passes by the street he should take to get me home. I tell him to turn but he keeps driving.
I say, "Stop," at least four or five times before he finally turns down the music and tells me he is hungry. I jokingly respond by telling him to eat some of the peanut butter I saw rolling around the floor of his Jeep. He grabs his cock, laughs, and says, “yea, yea, give me some of that.”
I fetch around and find a jar that still has some peanut butter in it. I ask him if he really likes peanut butter that much, but he doesn’t respond. I hand him the jar and he grabs a spoon from the center console. He opens the jar, and takes a big scoop of it. Casey puts it in his mouth and immediately lets out an almost orgasmic, “mmmmhhhh….”
I can’t help but look over at him, and we make eye contact. He slowly removes the spoon from his mouth and licks it once. “I love chunky peanut butter. How bout you kid?” he asks. “I don’t know, I guess so” I say. “Here” he says as he scoops another big spoonful. “No thanks” I reply. I’m not a germaphone, but I didn’t really want to share the same spoon. I thought it was kind of weird and maybe he’d think I was weird too if I accepted.
Casey seemed agitated that I declined though. He pushed the spoon closer to my mouth and said sternly, “open up, kid, it’s coming in.” I could tell he was serious. His blue eyes again piercing into me. “It’s really good for you, ok? I eat a jar of it everyday” he tells me. “A jar a day?” I astonishingly ask. “How is it that good for you?” He holds the spoon, the one I just saw him put in his mouth and lick, right up against my lips, smearing some of the peanut butter on me. “C’mon, take it, kid, and I’ll tell you.”
As we exchange stares, I finally succumb to his demand and slowly open my mouth for him to feed me his chunky peanut butter. He shoves the spoon in my mouth and turns it around on my tongue, making me take the whole spoonful. With a victorious grin and a laugh, Casey says, “there ya go, kid, make sure you get it all.” He seems to let the spoon linger in my mouth more than necessary. I move my head back to get it out of my mouth and Casey smiles at the awkwardness it causes me. “Now lick it clean for me.” Casey demands again, while still holding the spoon against my mouth. I can’t believe what’s going on. There is so much sexual energy occurring, but I think it’s just in my head and maybe I’m going through a strange phase. Is he fucking with me and why? There’s a subtle seduction he’s doing, but there’s no way he’s gay. Maybe he’s testing me, to see if I might be gay. All this going though my head, but I obey and lick the spoon clean. It makes me aroused to know I’m licking the spoon he just licked.
“Good job, kid” he tells me. I say “thanks” but not sure why I do.
Then Casey lays this piece of info on me: “now start eating a jar of that a day and you just might be able to shoot hefty loads of spunk like me.” “Huh?” I reply. “What are you talking about?” I ask. Again, he grabs his cock to adjust it, and explains to me that he eats a jar of chunky peanut butter almost every day because it increases the amount of cum he shoots when ejaculating. “Yea, yea, kid, I bust buckets of cum everyday, and it’s because of all the chunky peanut butter.”
I’m so confused and surprised by the rapid progression this is going, but I’m equally entranced by this hot, sexy stud that is Casey. He follows up with, “I love spraying my splooge all over bitches and watching them try to take it. But they can’t, cause there’s so much spunk they don’t know how to. Some try to swallow it all, but start gagging it back up. All of them get their faces soaked with it” he says all of this so proudly and definitively.
I can’t help but look at him with a face of curiosity. He turns to me with those eyes of his again and just smirks as he nods his head in the affirmative, like he knows that I’m infatuated with him.
A few minutes later we stop at a sub shop. He gets out of the Jeep, but I don't. He tells me to come in with him but I tell him I'm broke. As I notice him grab his cock and balls again, he says, "I got you, kid. C'mon."
We go inside and it's clear to me that Casey and the girl working behind the counter know each other. She gawks at him and tries to make plans with him some night later in the week. He doesn’t seem to care about her and makes fun of her for working and having to make our subs. He goes to pay and says he is a few bucks short. He gives the girl a seductive look. A look I haven't seen from him before that shouts out, 'I'm gonna fuck you good!' She offers to make up the difference with her own money she made from tips. I can't believe it, but damn, how can you not succumb to that hot look of his. He says, "Thanks, baby. I might call ya later." We take our food and leave. I feel bad for the girl, but say nothing about it.
We get in his Jeep and I ask how he knows her. He chuckles and takes out his cell phone. He browses through some pictures and tells me she is the younger sister of a girl he used to date. He shows me a picture of her, completely naked in a bed, with a ton of cum all over her, but mostly her face. He laughs a lot once he sees it again. "That's all me, kid," he says proudly.
"Oh, shit, dude. That's awesome," I tell him. I try not to sound impressed, but in reality I'm so envious of him and how he just flaunts his sexual escapades in front of me.
"She fucking loves it. She was begging for it again just now. That's why she paid for my food," he says with a laugh.
"Yeah, I guess so," I say.
"I don't think I'm gonna give it to her again for a while. It pisses me off when bitches start liking it more than I do; ya know what I mean, kid?"
"Yeah," I say, but really have no clue.
"Besides she was just a quick lay for me to get her older sister pissed off. I took both those bitches virginity in less than two weeks." I can tell how good and big that makes him feel to brag about it. He continues, "Keep scrolling through the pics on my phone; you'll see a ton of sleazy sluts covered in my spunk. I love marking my cock property that way."
I so want to look at all the pictures to see his handy-work and maybe catch a glimpse of that big, thick cock I know he has. Instead, I play it cool and just hand the phone back to him.
"OK, kid. I'll show ya later." He starts the Jeep and tells me to hold his sub while he drives.
"You going to drop me home now?" I ask.
"No. We're gonna go chill at my bro's place for a bit." He tells me this as if there is no other option for me.
"Umm, that's cool I guess." I say.
Casey turns his stereo up loud and takes off fast down the road.
We pull up to an apartment building. As we approach the building entrance, we notice two girls carrying some moving boxes inside. Casey smiles and winks at them. "Hey girls, you moving in? I'll give ya a hand." The girls quickly take him up on his offer and hand him a box. He looks back at me with a grin and says, "Hey kid, grab a box. Help these nice girls out." Of course I take a box and follow them inside. The two girls are really attractive blondes with great bodies that any guy would want to fuck. They're at least as old as me or possibly a year or two older. Considering that they are four-to-five years older than Casey, I figure I have a better shot at talking to one of them and seeing if I can spark any interest. But, just as soon as I think that, I realize I don't stand a chance against Casey's sexual prowess. The girls lead the way up the stairs, and as they do, he's fixated on watching their nice ass bounce in front of his face. He quickly glances back at me with a suspicious smile, sticks his tongue out, and raises his eyebrows at me. I can only imagine what he's thinking.
What a coincidence it turns out to be when we discover the girls’ new apartment is right across the hall from his bro's apartment. We drop off the boxes for them and they thank us. He never loses that seductive smile of his. "Hell yeah, you're my bro's neighbor. That's awesome."
"Cool. Maybe we'll be able to pay you back sometime then," the hot blondes respond.
"I already thought about that..." he doesn't hesitate at all, "...you two should come drink with us at my bro's tonight."
The girls look at each other and give it a thought. He doesn't like having to wait for an answer. "Ah, c'mon girls. It will be fun. I just got a fake I.D. so I can get whatever ya want to drink."
The girls laugh right away. "How old are you -- just a day or two over 18?" they ask.
"Yeah, so what? I'll still drink you both under the table. How old are you anyways?"
They respond, "Well girls never tell their real age, but we got a few years on you and way more experience."
He responds by doing the same exact thing he did to me earlier in the locker room: gets real close to them, uses his bright blue eyes to pierce into theirs, grabs his junk, and with a deeper tone says, "Trust me, baby girl, I may be younger than you, but there's no way you're gonna keep up with me. I'll prove it all night."
The girls react the same way as me too. They're taken aback and succumb to his wishes. They agree to come over his bro's later tonight. I see how he uses intimidation to get what he wants. He has such a strong, cocky, sexual presence about him that emits ravenously.
A few minutes later, we were in Casey's bro's apartment. It's a total bachelor pad. Two big couches, big TV, video games, stereo system, a surfboard in the corner, beer cans, liquor bottles, a lot of posters of naked girls, and of course, jars of chunky peanut butter. I can easily tell why Casey loves to come here to chill. "This is it, kid. I crash on this couch here more than anywhere else."
"That's cool," I tell him, "so where is your bro?"
I hear a toilet flush and his bro comes out of the bathroom. As he does, he zips up his cargo shorts from taking a piss."Hey, bro, what's up? Who the fuck is this?" asking about me.
Casey starts to pour three shots of tequila. "He's the new kid on my team." He distributes the shots among the three of us.
His bro is older than me. He looks like maybe he's 24 or 25. He wears camouflage cargo shorts. I definitely notice him zipping up and see the bulge he is packing. He has a striped jacket-hoody on but it's not zippered and his tan chest is exposed. He has a bad ass tattoo of a jester on the side of his ribs. He doesn't shave his chest like Casey does. He has a real nice happy trail of hair from his belly button down to his junk. I follow the trail and see the brim of his plaid boxers. He has hair stubble all around his pecs. His nipples are hard and peak from behind the zipper of his jacket. His hair is very much like Casey's long, wavy hair style, but much darker, almost black. His eyes are just as intense too, except they're emerald in color. He sports a sideways baseball hat and a 5 o'clock shadow on his face. Whereas Casey is the epitome of a cocky hot young jock; his bro, Josh, is the epitome of a cocky hot surfer dude.
"Hey, kid, I'm Josh. This is my place." He comes in close to me and extends his hand. I extend mine and he pulls me in close to him. Our chests touch. His feels so tight and muscular. Being this close to him, I can smell his hot musky pheromones. In a matter of three seconds, I'm aroused.
The three of us each have a shot of tequila in hand now. Casey makes a toast to me. "Here's to the new kid on the team!"
Then Josh chimes in, "and to bangin' sluts!" He grabs his cock and balls much like, bro, Casey does.
As we throw back the shots, I see Casey and Josh next to each other and I can't understand why these cool guys have me so infatuated with their hot bodies and sexy attitude. I realize that Casey is exactly the type of a guy I wish I had been when I was 18; and Josh is exactly the type of guy I want to be when I'm twenty-five.
Casey pours three more shots. "Oh yeah, bro, speaking of bangin' sluts. We just met your new neighbors. Two busty blondes begging to be fucked silly. They're coming over."
They slap hands. "Fuck yeah! Good work, bro!" Josh exclaims. "Let's slam those bitches tonight." Josh looks at me and jabs my shoulder hard, "I'll let ya have sloppy seconds, kid."
"Cool,” I say. I start to worry how this night will play out. I thought Casey was just giving me a ride home. Now I'm here at his bro's place, on our way to being drunk, and I just met both these guys today. The girls are on their way over; I know for fact that between Casey and Josh, I have no game with these girls and no chance at all to hook up with one of them.
We drink the second round of shots. "Let's get rowdy tonight, boys," Casey says as he pours more shots.
