Chapter 327 – An Evening With Dylan and Ross Is Ross
I was elated to hear that our new Accounting Director, Jonas, was fitting in well with Ken and even liked Ken’s boyfriend, James. I was glad he wasn’t homophobic and would fit in well with the rest of us to help steer and grow the company. If Ken was happy, I was happy. Thad’s and my discussion with Ken before class, put my mind at ease, that we had hired the right guy and he would help us grow. Thad told me he was also glad to know that Jonas seemed to fit in well so far, and was excited about the company’s future and his role in it. I was feeling rather good about our new hire. I still hadn’t heard from Greer, which was beginning to bug me now. I texted him again, asking him where the hell he was.
Thad and I headed back to the bar after Accounting class. I had some time before swim practice. Jake was there after his class and before gymnastics practice. He reminded me that he had the monthly meeting at the Frat tonight along with Ethan and Zach. He asked me if I was going to hang out with Ted. I told him I thought I’d skip it tonight. I didn’t tell Jake what I was really thinking, was that, although I truly loved Ted, I didn’t want him to become dependent on me servicing his ass once a month. I was happy to help him every so often, just not on a regular basis.
I checked my e-mails in the office to see if Greer had sent me anything. I found nothing from Greer. Now, I was starting to get concerned, as he never let it go that long without getting back to me. I checked my phone to see if my messages were actually delivered. They were marked ‘delivered’, so I knew he got them, unless he wasn’t checking his phone, which would have been very usual for Greer. Just before Zach, Allen, OBB and I left to go to the natatorium, I got a text from Greer. It said, ‘so sorry, been in interviews all day’. That was the message. Nothing as to when he was returning or when he could call me. I felt somewhat ignored, which did not make me happy. I texted him back asking if he found a manager through his interviews. I got a text back saying, ‘getting close’. That told me nothing. He was being evasive, I thought. I decided to wait and see if he’d give me an update later, thinking he may be conducting some marathon interview sessions.
We met Ethan and Aiden at the lockers and all got naked together to suit up. I asked Ethan if he knew he had his monthly meeting at the frat house tonight. He said he did and planned on going. He asked if I was going with them this time. I told him, I didn’t think so tonight, but to ask Taylor when he wanted to have the reception thing for the frat at the CNB. We needed to reserve a Friday night for it. Ethan said he and Zach would ask him.
Swim practice wasn’t much of a workout for me. I did more coaching than swimming and practicing. I was beginning to feel a little sluggish, not getting enough exercise, and maybe drinking a little too much beer. I thought to myself, I should come back this evening, by myself, and work out. I was sure Aiden would want to come, but I knew where that might lead, and I didn’t want to go there just yet anyway. So, I wouldn’t mention it to Aiden. Besides, that would give me some time to think about everything we had going on and see if I could draw some conclusions. I couldn’t remember the last time I had any alone time just think to myself. So, I planned my evening, to spend time with myself, alone.
Ethan came back to the bar with us after practice to grab a bite to eat then go with Zach and Jake to the frat meeting. Jake asked me what I was going to do. I told him I was going to go work out at the natatorium. He asked if I was going by myself. I told him I was going to go by myself, and spend the time thinking. Jake smiled at me, told me I was crazy, but to have fun. I told him I would, but then I’d be horny when I got back so prepare for the worst. He said he liked that idea.
I checked with the crew downstairs before taking off. We weren’t that busy tonight, being a Monday night. Dustin was helping out at the bar. He asked me what I was doing since the rest of them were at the frat meeting. I told him I was going to go work out at the natatorium by myself. He said he’d go with me if I needed some company, although he was supposed to call Dannie later and they might get together later on. I knew what that was all about and told him, I’d be fine by myself, but appreciated the offer. He could go sometime he didn’t have to meet Dannie later. He gave me a shit eating grin, knowing what I was trying to tell him. Then he said working out with me sometime might be fun. I promised him it would be. He gave me a quick hug and kiss, then told me he’d miss me. I told him I knew he would, which made him chuckle. I went back upstairs to get some gym shorts. I was sure no one would be at the fitness center at the natatorium, and could probably work out in my briefs, but thought I’d take a pair of athletic shorts anyway. I grabbed my shorts from the bedroom, then headed out. Dylan was playing one of the video games in the living room.
“Sup?” Dylan asked as I grabbed a bottle of water out of the frige.
“Thought I’d go work out at the fitness center at the natatorium tonight and get a little exercise,” I told him.
“Could I go along?” he asked out of the clear blue sky, almost blowing me away that he wanted to go with me anywhere.
“Uh, I guess you could,” I said, before even thinking about it. “Sure. Why not,” I said. He looked excited.
“What do I need to take?” he asked, as he sprang to his feet. I told him maybe a pair of athletic shorts, but we could probably work out in our briefs since no one would be there. He ran into his bedroom and grabbed the athletic shorts we got him weeks ago. “Got ‘em. Ready if you are,” he said, excitedly.
“Aren’t you tired from running up and down those steps and ladders at the construction site?” I asked.
“My legs get a little tired, but I sat around most of today, not having to deliver much. I helped Buzz do some copying and sorting out plans in the trailer most of the day. Plus, I didn’t get much exercise over the weekend, except for Saturday night when we were really busy for the contest. That did wear me out. I need to get more definition and a better chest, Josh. You’ve seen how straight up and down I am, skinny and lanky. I want to fill out more, develop my arms and chest more. I figure my legs will get plenty of development from my job, but my upper body needs to improve and my upper body strength. Eric can move those kegs around like they’re nothing. I have to struggle with them to switch them out. I want to get stronger,” he said, excitedly, as we got in the Jeep to drive to the natatorium.
“Fine by me. I’ll show you some exercises to help you develop your upper body muscles and improve your strength. And for the record, Eric was a wrestler in college and in high school, so he’s very strong and muscular. I’m nowhere near as strong as Eric,” I reminded him. “You ever do any swimming?” I asked.
“No, I don’t know how to swim, Josh. I never learned. Never had the opportunity. There’s a lot of things most people get to experience and learn when they’re growing up, I never had the opportunity to learn,” he shared. I had to think that was true. I felt sorry for him in a way.
“I’ll teach you how to swim, Dylan. That is, if you want to learn,” I told him. He looked at me and smiled.
“I think I should learn how to swim if you don’t mind teaching me. I remember one of my elementary teachers telling all of us that was one thing we all needed to learn how to do in case we needed it to survive someday,” Dylan replied.
“Your teacher was right. You know the University requires you learn how to swim before you can graduate. That’s how important it is to them. I’ll teach you,” I assured him.
“Can’t believe I have a state champion swimmer to teach me how to swim. I guess I should be honored,” Dylan told me.
“I’m honored to teach my friend how to swim, Dylan,” I said, looking over at him and smiling. He gave me a semi smile back.
“Did you ever get a driver’s license or even learn how to drive?” I asked, thinking that might not have happened either. Dylan looked sad.
“Are you kidding. Now where would I have the opportunity to learn how to drive?” he asked, somewhat miffed I hadn’t thought that through.
“Sorry. Not putting you down or anything. I guess you would have missed that opportunity also. Well, that’s something else we need to teach you,” I told him. He didn’t look too enthused.
“Doesn’t matter. I could never afford a car anyway, and where would I go if I had one. Learning how to drive is the least of my concerns,” he said disappointedly.
“Well, you might need to learn for your job. What if we needed you to pick up construction supplies and shuttle people around to job sites for future work? Everyone needs a driver’s license. Hell, you need to have one to get on an airplane even,” I informed him.
“Josh, I’ve never flown either, so it doesn’t matter. I could help out at the job site, come to think of it. They wanted me to go get them something the other day, and I had to remind them I couldn’t because I didn’t have a driver’s license. I didn’t think of it that way,” Dylan replied, as we pulled up to the natatorium.
“We’ll take care of that also. Jake and I can teach you how to drive. We have a couple of extra vehicles around here anyway, so we’re covered,” I mentioned, but didn’t see much excitement from him.
I had to use the code to get in the building, as I guessed the cleaning crew had left for the night and nothing was scheduled for the building this evening. The security lights were on, so we had plenty of light to see where we were going. Dylan was amazed at the swimming pools we had in the building. He said he’d never been in such a neat place ever. We made our way to the locker room, then to the fitness center inside the locker room, where I turned on the lights.
“You can strip down and put your shorts on,” I told him, as I started to strip down to my briefs and put my athletic shorts on. “We don’t need shirts. Going to get sweaty anyway,” I added. Dylan watched me as I stripped down to my briefs and put on my shorts. He stripped all the way down, removing his baggy boxers, then put his shorts on without any underwear. He could tell I thought that a little odd.
“Boxers are too baggy for a workout. I should have thought about that before we came. I’ll be fine in just my shorts,” he said, trying to justify to me what he just did.
“That works fine, I told him. Usually, we just wear our briefs when we work out, but you’re good,” I assured him. “Damn, you are thin and lanky, Dylan,” I told him as I looked over his body. He looked at me, somewhat embarrassed. “You’re going to look like a million dollars when we get you in shape,” I said, trying to bolster his morale. Then he smiled. I had us get on the bikes and pedal to get our heart rate up before we hit the machines. After that, we did some stretching together. I had to put my hands on his bare torso to show him how to properly stretch and move him around. He didn’t seem to mind anything I did to help him. It felt good to touch him some, a guy that never wanted to be touched. At the moment, he seemed appreciative.
We moved on to the bench press first, as he wanted to get some muscle workout going. I told him all in due time. I selected the weights I was comfortable with, then put them on the bench press bar and secured them. Then I laid on the bench, then had him spot me. He stood at my head, and I could see up his athletic shorts and see his beautiful uncut penis, staring down at me. It was all I could do to keep from getting hard. I had to concentrate on my reps. I did ten reps, then had him help me secure the bar again. Then I hopped up and asked him if this was too much weight for him. He could barely do one with what I had on the bar, and I had to hold it with him the entire time. I told him it was better to start off with lower weights, then add more as his muscles developed to handle the weight. We selected lesser weights. He seemed to be able to handle what we came up with, and he did ten reps. I told him to remember what weights we used on that exercise. I also told him I’d get him a record sheet to record what exercises he did and what weights he used on them to keep track of his progress. He thought that was a good idea.
We went to the barbell rack next, and selected barbells he was comfortable with. Then I had him do curls to develop his biceps, then showed him how to work his triceps. We had a machine for triceps, but I showed him how to do it with barbells also. We both did several reps using the barbells. Then we went to the mats and I showed him how to do situps. I held his ankles while he did 20 situps for me. I had him hold my ankles while I did 50. Dylan was impressed with the weights I was lifting and the strength I had. I told him that came with much practice, but he’d get there, and probably be stronger than me someday. He was sure that would never happen. I reminded him he was already taller than me.
I took him over to the chin-up bars and did ten reps to demonstrate the form to keep when doing chin-ups, both under and over. He jumped up to the bars and hung there. I put my hands on his sweaty sides and helped him raise himself up, trying to keep his back straight. He finally let go. “Wow, that was kind of difficult,” he said, shaking his arms around. I told him he’d get used to it the more he did it.
We grabbed the barbells again and did some squats. Then I had him put an arm and knee on the bench and lift barbells from the ground up to his chest, then rotate and do his other side. We did ten reps a piece for that exercise. We had a machine for abs, but I told him situps with even a plate weight from the bench press weights on your chest, worked better, I thought. We tried that again. He could only do a couple, then I got him a lighter weight and he did more. He said he could really feel that in his abs. I put my hand on his bare abs to feel the strain as he did a situp with the weight. I could feel it. He smiled at me. I told him he was doing great. That seemed to make him happy and more confident.
We ran through the circuit of machines, working various muscle groups. We were sweating up a storm. We finally decided to we had enough. “Follow me to the showers,” I told him, as I stripped naked and left my shorts and briefs at the fitness area with my clothes, then walked to the showers. Dylan followed behind me. I didn’t turn around to see if he was naked or not. I got to the showers and turned one on. He was naked, in all his glory, right beside me, turning on a shower also. We lathered up. I asked him if he’d do my back for me. He didn’t’ hesitate and soaped up my back. I told him to turn around and I’d do his. He let me wash his back. I didn’t do anything strange, like run my finger through his asscrack and tease his asshole, although I wanted to in the worst way. We finally finished showering, then shook off the excess water. “Follow me,” I told him, then led him to the steam room at the end of the shower room. It was just the right temperature. I sat down on the lower bench and he sat beside me. “This will take the tenseness out of your muscles,” I assured him.
“Wow, this is quite a place, Josh. Never been in something this nice before. Never been in a steam room before. Kind of neat in here,” he said looking around. “You guys have it made with a facility like this.”
“I had them put this in this year, along with the fitness center. It’s now part of our swim training. I was on a program last year that involved strength training and endurance training with running. I won a state championship as a result of that training, so I told Coach that everyone was going to have it this year, but we needed the fitness center and the steam room to accomplish it. We can run outside until it gets cold, which we’re there now. Then we can run at the Arena where they have an indoor track. I’ll take you there sometime. In the meantime, we use the fitness center here and enjoy the steam room while we can,” I explained.
“Josh, thank you for taking me tonight. This has been great. I needed something like this. I want to improve my body to help me feel better about myself. I’m eating right now, thanks to you, so I should start to gain some weight. I don’t want to gain fat, though, so this workout thing could really help me gain muscle instead of fat. I think that’s how it works,” he said, trying to figure it out in his mind.
“You’re right, Dylan. I’ll help you figure that all out. We might want to put you through the analysis with James to help figure out a target weight and strength goal for you. I’ll talk to James about that,” I offered. Dylan surprised me and gave me a sideways hug that lingered. “Wow, thanks, Dylan. You don’t know how much that hug means to me. I have longed for a hug from you since the day I met you. I know you gave me a hug one other time, but they are few and far between. I’d hug you every day if you’d let me,” I told him. He looked sad when I told him that. “What’s wrong? Why are you sad?” I asked. He looked as if he needed to say something, but he was having a hard time finding the words. Finally, he garnered enough courage to talk.
“I’m trying to be more thoughtful, Josh. You’ve been more than good to me. I struggle with emotions sometimes. Hell, I struggle with any emotion most of the time. I’m not wired like you and the rest of the guys that care so much about one another. I feel like I don’t measure up because of it, thinking I’m an emotionless heartless freak of some sort. I want to care, but I struggle with it. Something’s holding me back. I guess it’s just not knowing how to care and the lack of ever feeling like I was card for, myself. I’m afraid I’ll fuck it up somehow, like I do most everything else,” he confessed. I turned and hugged him full on and held him to me, as we sat beside one another.
“At least you’re trying, Dylan. I’ll help you with that also. God knows I love to hug those I care about, and don’t care who criticizes me for doing it. It’s just me, the way I am, and I will never change for anyone,” I told him, as I held him tight, running my hands up and down his naked back to comfort him. He started to cry. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I don’t deserve what you’ve done for me. I’m a loser, Josh. You’re the winner. You don’t deserve to be stuck with someone like me. I can only bring guys down. You raise people up,” he said, sobbing on my shoulder.
“Not at all, Dylan. You help raise me up, making me a better person because I have you to care about as my friend now. You don’t realize how important you are to me and the rest of the guys also. If you’re going to be part of us, we have to love you. You’d be surprised how much the guys care about you now. They ignore your insults and take them as a form of teasing. Hell, we do that to each other. Look at Trevor, who’s the best at teasing insults. We love him just the same. Caring about one another is forgiving each other of our weaknesses and supporting each other to build on our strengths. You’ve come a long way, and we’re all proud of you, Dylan. The more you’re around us, the more you’ll learn we really do care about you, and the more you’ll let us, and care about us also. We’re your brothers now. We are a large loving family, slightly incestual if we were considered to be a real family. But we do love one another very much and have each other’s backs for life. We want you there with us. We’ll fight to get you there and keep you with us,” I pledged. I wiped the tears from his eyes.
“I look like a fucking cry baby,” he said, somewhat embarrassed.
“You look like a beautiful friend to me, Dylan. One that I could really care about and love. You’re doing great. Just keep going. You can hug us, you can kiss us, you can even fuck us, and we’ll just keep on loving you,” I told him. He chuckled a little at that.
“Come on, it’s getting hot in here. Let’s hit the showers again,” I suggested, then got up and pulled him by the hand out of the steam room.
We turned on the same two showers we used before. I couldn’t help but look at his lanky body with his uncut cock and large low hanging balls. I told him to turn around again and I washed his back for him. Then I shampooed his hair. He told me no one had ever done that for him in his life, but it felt great, as I massaged his scalp while shampooing his hair. He had beautifully thick, dark, wavy hair. After I finished and we turned off the water, he surprised me with a full frontal hug, our genitalia pressed up against each other, as he hugged me. I was shocked, but elated.
“Thanks, Josh, for putting up with me and caring,” he said. I looked him in the eyes, then held his head, giving him a tender kiss on the lips. He looked a little shocked.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you. I was out of line,” I told him, regretfully. He shook his head ‘no’,
“That was fine. I’ve just never kissed a guy before. No one has ever kissed me. It felt good. It felt right,” he said, thinking it through, looking into my eyes as I still held his head in my hands.
“You really haven’t kissed a guy before?” I asked. “In your profession, that never happened?” I asked surprised to hear his response.
“I sucked a lot of cock, fucked and got fucked, but we never kiss in that profession,” he responded.
“Wow, that’s interesting,” I replied, shaking my head. “So, how did it feel?” I asked. He smiled.
“It felt good, Josh. It felt great,” he said, then kissed me again, making it last a little longer.
“Okay, you’re making me horny now, and you’re going to give me a boner and embarrass me,” I said chiding. Dylan chuckled.
“Wouldn’t be the first one of those I’ve ever seen or done,” he replied, but then backed away. I smiled at him.
“Come on, crazy, let’s get you a towel,” I said, leading him out of the shower room. I pulled a towel off the rack and handed it to him. I got one for myself, then took his when he was done and dried off his back for him.
“Are you always this helpful to others?” he asked.
“Only the ones I really care about,” I replied. He smiled at me.
“Wow, then you really do care about me,” he said, contemplating what I just told him.
“Dylan, I do. I’m trying. I know you don’t understand what that is, but it’s wonderful actually, when two people care about one another. Makes life that more meaningful,” I told him, as I finished drying him off. I noticed he had a semi-boner developing, which he tried to hide with his hands as we finished. “Damn, I am starting to have an effect on you,” I said, as I looked at his growing prowess.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean for that to happen. I guess you have more of an effect on me than I thought. We need to get dressed,” he said, as he cupped his hands over his cock and balls. I patted him on the back.
“No worries. I’m rather flattered that a hot guy like you would find me attractive,” I told him, trying to bolster his self-confidence. He smiled at me.
We found our clothes and got dressed. I made sure we turned out all the lights, then headed back to the Jeep. Dylan thanked me again for taking him, but wanted to know what we could do to help him to continue to develop. I told him several of the other guys wanted to workout also, so we’d see what we could do to put together a schedule. He liked that idea.
Jake and the guys were just getting back when Dylan and I returned. Dylan thanked me again for taking him. I got more thankyous tonight from him than I ever had, before he took off for his room. Jake asked me what was up with Dylan. I told him Dylan asked if he could go with me to work out, and I took him. Jake asked how that went. I told Jake, I thought it did Dylan some good. He asked if we had to shower together afterwards. I told him we did, although there was nothing sexual involved. Jake was amazed the kid wasn’t horny. I told him I wasn’t sure about that, but we were just friends tonight, which I thought made some major progress. I told Jake I did get a hug and a kiss for taking him. Jake said he was glad to hear it, finally.
“Taylor said to tell you hello and he’d be in touch with a date for the frat reception. He said he was still trying to work out the details. He also told me this year’s group of guys, other than the ones we brought in, were not the same as in years past. He said he was glad he was graduating this year and someone else could have the headaches for next year,” Jake told me. I thought that odd.
“Wonder why that is?” I asked ourselves.
“He said the Lacrosse guys were different and wanted things their way all the time and didn’t care about the rest of the guys. They even gave him a hard time about Ethan, Zach and me for not being there for study time. He told them we were definitely engaged in the same process, just in a different location, and it was none of their business anyway, as we were just as qualified, if not more, than any of them were,” Jake explained. “One of the Lacrosse guys asked him how he could let that many faggots into the frat. That should never have been allowed. Taylor said he almost threw the guy out for acting hateful. He told the guy to watch himself or he could be thrown out of the frat for making statements like that. He told the guy to look at the success rate of the guys he was talking about and their sports records compared to his losing team record. That seemed to shut the guy up for the time being, but Taylor wanted us to know what he was up against,” Jake added.
“Wow, politics. Even Taylor has to put up with guys wanting control. Well, if he needs our votes for anything, we need to make sure we’re there for him,” I replied. “I know which prick that is, the one that gave Brady hell all last year. Not so sure Jack didn’t have a hand in getting something started there also, egging the guy on.” Jake shook his head.
“There’s still bias and hate among jocks. You’d think in a sports fraternity like ours, we wouldn’t have that. Guess that’s not to be,” Jake commented. I gave him a hug and told him at least I had him, and we had all our friends. Jake agreed, but said he enjoyed the hug even more.
Jake and I were studying in our briefs with our bedroom door open. Dylan walked by in his boxers and thanked me again. I told him to come in, that I wanted to show him something. He looked a little apprehensive.
“See Jake’s pecs, Dylan. Do you want yours to be this large or somewhat smaller?” I asked as he laid eyes on Jake’s beautiful pecs.
“Well, I don’t think I could ever get mine that developed,” Dylan replied. “I mean he’s a gymnastic athlete with years of training. I’d be happy with the definition you have, Josh,” he said looking over at me.
“Just thought I’d ask, as it might make difference in the workout regimen we choose for you. Jake can help us with that also,” I replied.
“Wow, that would be great. Jake has a fantastic body, not that you don’t also, Josh,” Dylan replied. I rolled my eyes.
“I know, those gymnastics guys blow me away every time. I fell in love with this dude the first time I met him,” I replied. Dylan shook his head. Then I told Dylan how I almost killed myself trying to do some of the stunts Jake was well trained in, when he had me try one or two. I told him how wonderful I felt in Jake’s arms when he rescued me from my blunder. Dylan laughed. “Oh, by the way, you owe Jake a kiss,” I told him. Dylan looked at me rather strangely, as if he did not understand what I was saying. “You kissed me this evening when you hugged me. If you kiss me, you have to kiss Jake also,” I chided, but was serious. “We’re the same, so what you do with one of us you have to do with the other. That’s the way it works,” I informed him. Dylan approached Jake. He gave Jake a hug, then kissed him on the lips, but lingered a little longer than he did with me. “Wait a second. You kissed Jake longer than you kissed me. Now you have to kiss me the same,” I told him, then got up to hug him and kiss him again. He hugged me and kissed me for the same amount of time he thought he kissed Jake, as I ran my hands up and down his bare back.
“Okay, now you guys are getting crazy again. I’m out of here before you crazy college guys get me in trouble,” he said smiling, then took off. I told him, ‘later’.
“Well, that was interesting,” Jake mentioned. I smiled. “You never stop, do you? You’re always working an angle with these guys,” he said smiling.
“You loved it. Tell me you didn’t,” I replied.
“Nice move. I rather enjoyed that myself. Maybe he will turn out okay. We can only hope. Looks like you did make some progress,” Jake remarked.
After that, I closed the door, then ripped off Jake’s briefs and went down on his beautiful cock, sucking him good. We ended up naked in bed and spent an hour making hot passionate love to one another.
“Wow, that was passionate,” Jake replied, when we finished, wrapping his arms around me, my head on his chest as I gently fondled his spent balls. “Maybe you should take Dylan out more often, then come back and fuck my brains out,” he chided. I laughed him off.
“You know how much I love you, big guy,” I said, as I buried my tongue in his mouth. We finally fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Tuesday was fairly normal. Still I hadn’t heard from Greer or what his plans were. Jordan was starting to get concerned when he found out at lunch, I hadn’t heard from Greer. I texted him again at lunch, having forgotten about Greer altogether after my evening with Dylan and then my passion with Jake. I was still excited thinking about the progress made with Dylan.
Riley told me, at our American Lit class, that Simon had been in touch and wanted to know when he could bring the crew back and do another set, preferably with the crew from the CNB in addition to what he wanted to do with Riley and me. I told him I didn’t care, but to set it up for a Friday afternoon again like we did the last time. Sarah asked if Ethan would be in the set with the crew of the CNB. I told her, probably. She wasn’t sure she liked that or not. I reminded her that her brother, Riley, was in the shoot, so why should she care about her boyfriend being in the shoot. She told me she didn’t want the world to see Ethan’s junk, as that belonged to her. Riley told her Ethan’s junk belonged to Ethan and he could share it with whomever he wanted to, male or female. That pissed Sarah off, and she warned both of us to leave her boy alone. She didn’t need to lose him to our team. Riley, Jake and I laughed. I was pretty sure, Ethan was only on our team when it required he be there. Other than that, he was pretty straight, for the most part anyway. Riley told me later, he wouldn’t mind feeling Ethan’s cock up his ass, although he was pretty partial to mine. I rolled my eyes at him.
Wednesday went by rather quickly. Ty agreed to help out at Ladies’ night again, thinking he might not be pawed as much with the ladies as he was with the guys last Saturday night. Ken gave Thad and me an update on his crew’s work. They were making good progress, with Jonas driving the effort, which pleased me to no end. We actually made it to accounting class before the bell rang this time, amazing all our classmates.
Jordan and Buzz joined us for dinner before all the gals showed up. I still hadn’t heard from Greer. “Good grief, Greer’s turning into Stoney, Josh,” Jordan remarked. “He’s gone, but presumably we know where he is, but he’s not keeping up with communication, just like Stoney. You’re going to have to give him hell. I’m telling you, things are piling up. I’m going to work his ass off once he gets back. It’s going to take the two of us to dig ourselves out of what all has piled up. Our Federal reports are due for one thing. We still have to finalize merging the Pink Flamingo into Stoney Enterprises. I’m sure there are things in Stoney’s estate that he wanted moved into Stoney Enterprises, like the land for the ranch in the City. Not sure if we have to run his Will through probate, or if he moved everything before his demise. I’m sure Greer knows the answers to that, but I need to know what he’s done so far and what needs to be done. He hasn’t sent me squat at this point. What the hell is he doing down there now anyway?” Jordan asked.
“Jord, I have no idea at this point, other than interviewing possible managers for the Pink Flamingo, but he told me he’d send me the resumes and I could Facetime them for interviews. Now, he’s taken upon himself to interview them down there for some cockamamie reason, when we have much more important things to do here. Maybe he can’t come to grips with coming back to the ranch knowing Stoney’s never coming back. I don’t know, but he needs to get himself together and get back in the swing of things. Working helps do that, but he’s not there yet. I feel for him, but we need answers and things done,” I exclaimed.
“Amen to that. What are we going to do to get him back in action?” Jordan asked.
“I’ll keep trying to get hold of him and make him give us a plan, plus he has to tell us what he can take care of and what we need to do in the interim. He took his laptop, so you’d think he could do some work from down there, which maybe he has. Who knows?” I replied.
“I can’t see where he’s accessed any of our reports or files lately. He was in everything everyday before you guys left to go to Florida. Now, there’s nothing. He hasn’t been in anything since you guys were down there with him. That’s odd, Josh. Just really odd,” Jordan explained. I told Jordan, I would do my best to contact him and get some answers. Jordan thanked me.
“You going to get your ass licked tonight, Buzz?” I teased, trying to lighten up the conversation. Buzz grinned from ear to ear.
“Probably not, unless you or Jake are going to do it for me,” Buzz replied. “Jord just really isn’t into it like you guys are. It’s fucking hot, what can I say?”
“Bring that hot ass of yours over anytime and I can promise you, Jake and I can take care of it for you,” I assured him.
“I’ll do it for you,” Jordan finally offered. “Can’t let these two outdo me. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I had to depend on my partners to lick your ass for me,” Jordan confessed. Jake and I chuckled.
“Make sure he does it right, Buzz. Tell him if he’s not doing it right,” I advised him.
“Oh, he does. Believe me,” Jordan replied. “I don’t know what you two do with your tongues that’s so special, but he says I don’t do it nearly as hot as you guys do,” Jordan explained. Buzz just smiled.
“Does he fuck your ass for you after he rims you, Buzz?” I asked.
“Hey, you can’t ask personal questions like that,” Jordan warned. Jake and I chuckled.
“Yes, they can. Afterall, you were the one that wanted to have a foursome with the two of them to learn more ways to enjoy sex between the two of us. Now that we learned, we need to apply our education. At least I thought that was the objective, unless you just wanted to have a good time that night,” Buzz remarked. Jordan rolled his eyes.
“See what you’ve got us into?” Jordan complained.
“Buzz is right. You need to fuck his hot hole, Jord. Slip that dick in his ass and fuck him silly until he cums hard all over himself, then lick up his seed, savor it in your mouth, then kiss him passionately and savor it between the two of you,” I urged.
“Fuck you just made my dick hard saying that,” Buzz admitted. I reached over and felt his crotch. The boy did have a nice boner going, which I gently massaged through his slacks, heating him up.
“Jake, I think we need to take Buzz upstairs and eat that hairy asshole of his. Fuck, I’m getting hard just thinking about eating him out and sticking my hard cock in his ass and fucking him senseless. What do you think?” I said suggestively.
“Fuck, guys. He’s my boyfriend. I’ll take care of his needs, thank you very much,” Jordan said, trying to shut us down. Jake and I grinned from ear to ear. Buzz wasn’t sure what to say.
“Buzz, if he doesn’t take care of that hot ass of yours and drain your balls for you, you come see Jake and me. We’ll take care of you, buddy,” I promised him. Buzz leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. Jordan rolled his eyes, not believing the conversation we just had.
Buzz seemed excited when the two of them finally left after dinner. I told Jake, I think we helped him out, if Jordan didn’t get selfish and blow it. Jake was pretty sure Buzz was going to bottom tonight. I hoped he was right.
I ran into Fritz after dinner. “Hey, I forgot to ask you how your brunch went with Noah last Sunday. Was it good?” I asked.
“It was fine, but nothing really spectacular, Josh. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but I wasn’t overly thrilled with what he was offering. In fact, I’m not so sure it was the dish he wanted me to enjoy and maybe something else,” Fritz said, making me wonder.
“Why, what happened to make you think that?” I asked, curiously.
“Well, he kind of insinuated that maybe the two of us could get together in a more relaxing environment and enjoy some drinks together and see where something like that might lead to. Then he told me he thought I was hot. He told me he knew I was gay and he enjoyed gay sex from time to time and wouldn’t mind getting to know me more personally,” Fritz explained.
“Well, isn’t that interesting. Do you have any desire to know him better? Do you think you might like him that way?” I asked.
“No, not really. I mean, I was nice to him and didn’t shut him down, totally because I thought he was a friend of yours and Jordan’s and didn’t know if you were setting me up or something, trying to help me out. It was really awkward, Josh,” Fritz explained.
“Fritz, you need to know I’ll never mess with your personal life unless you specifically ask me to. Jordan would not do that either. He was trying to help out Noah with his restaurant and expansion plans and that’s all. I’m sure, in fact I’m positive, Jordan would not have known what Noah was up to, as far as trying to get to know you sexually. Neither one of us would do that to you, unless you asked us to help you out some,” I replied.
“Well, I wasn’t sure at the time, but just told him I could help him with the business side, but I had a live-in boyfriend and had a monogamous relationship with him. I don’t think he bought it, but it ended the solicitation for the moment anyway. Needless to say, it was a short meeting, as I really just wanted to leave at that point,” Fritz explained.
“Good for you, Fritz. That’s kind of creepy, actually. I mean, I thought he was a nice guy, decent and all. He’s not bad on the eyes, but it sounds like he was trying to find a sex buddy and not a consultant,” I suggested.
“Kind of felt that way to me also,” Fritz. “Listen, I don’t want to create any bad feelings between me and Jordan or with you, for Heaven’s sake. But, I’d rather not have to deal with him again, unless you absolutely want me to,” Fritz informed me.
“Hell no. I don’t blame you. I didn’t like the idea in the first place, but Jordan wanted to help him out as a friend. I know he never dreamed Noah would try to seduce you. That would not have entered his mind. I was never sure what his motives were anyway. I kind of thought he was trying to poach your recipes and get his own gig going to try to drive his business. Making you his boyfriend and getting your recipes in the heat of sex, you not realizing what you were giving him, other than your hot ass, might have accomplished his goals. Not sure what his motives really were,” I explained.
“You really think I have a hot ass, Josh?” Fritz asked, somewhat flattered.
“Absolutely, Fritz. No doubt about it. You have a sweet ass any certifiable gay man, and maybe some straight men, would love to eat and fuck. It’s undeniable and certifiable,” I said smiling. He grabbed me and kissed me passionately. “Damn, Fritz, you made my dick hard. I just might have to bury that sucker in that sweet hot ass of yours,” I teased.
“Anytime you and Jake want a rematch on the last session we had, I’m here for you. You guys are the hot ones. I can’t help it. This German ass likes Yankee dick for sure, over and over,” he teased. I kissed him again, and told him we’d get together soon, and not to worry about having to deal with Noah anymore. He could tell him to get lost. Fritz thanked me.
I told Jake what happened with Fritz. Jake couldn’t believe it. I told him I couldn’t wait to tell Jordan what happened, but it’d wait until tomorrow because I was hoping Buzz got his ass licked tonight and I wasn’t going to tell Jordan anything that might interfere with Buzz’s satisfaction. Jake told me I was a genius. I shook my head at him and kissed him passionately.
We all had our short shorts on and our wife beater CNB t-shirts ready for the onslaught of women to invade the bar and get their pussies wet, dreaming about the dick we had on stage for their entertainment. Ross had arrived with Phil and the other three football players. Phil informed me they would all be wearing their uniforms tonight, then shed pieces until they got down to their jock straps. He said they worked out a routine of sorts. I told them to cover that routine with Stan and Gentry, as they had to sign off on the entertainment. Phil said he would gladly include them in on the gig and even use them in the performance. I told him to go for it, as long as Stan and Gentry were happy with what was taking place. Phil said we were going to love this one. I held my breath, but told him I hoped he was right.
We served beer to Ross and his boys at the bar, after Ross gave me, who he called his favorite bro, a big bear hug. I squeezed his ass when he hugged me, making him smile. The boys downed two beers in no time at all. I reminded them the IPA’s were high in alcohol content so to go easy on them. After three beers, I was beginning to get concerned. Finally, they had to go to the dressing room, as we had to let the women in to flood the bar. Conner and Neil were there, along with the other two officers that loved this gig and the dates they got out of it. I got Conner and Neil a beer, then told them to brace themselves, as we were going to open the door to the flood of pussies and tits. Conner laughed and shook his head. I told him it was a sad day in the life of a gay man to have to open up his bar to women. Conner agreed, but said it was the most popular and exciting activity in town for the entire week, and the show must go on. Thad opened the doors and women flooded the building after Allen, OBB, Andy and Thad took their $10 bills and gave them drink tickets. Then we got busy.
Sarah plopped herself down in front of Ethan’s area and blew me a kiss. I rolled my eyes at her. Ethan was all happy to see her, leaning over the bar to give her a kiss. Ty came up with drink orders and said it was almost as crazy tonight as it had been last Saturday night. I told him he ought to keep the tips he made for some sort of hazard pay, if he wouldn’t let me pay him. He declined and said the research from this was priceless. I couldn’t believe that could possibly be true, but he said it was.
The music was blaring and the dance floor was covered with women dancing with one another or trying to entice the officers, Conner and Neal to dance with them. I saw Trent dancing through the crowd of women, trying to get to the bar. I thought he was going to be depantsed before he got to us. He said we needed to pay hazard pay, as hazardous as it was to be a man in short shorts in a sea of women. I told him to enjoy the attention while he got it. He did have a point, but we had to serve the customers.
The show finally started. The five football players, along with Stan and Gentry, who were dressed as referees, came out in full uniform. They were dancing to some beat music, running formations and hiking footballs. Ross threw a couple of passes, then argued with the referees. Before you knew it, a staged fight broke out between the players and the refs amounting to everyone ending up in just jock straps. They lined up and mooned the crowd in their jock straps. Ross’ balls ended up falling out of his pouch. I thought the women were going to riot when that happened, they went batshit crazy. Ross stuck a spare jock down inside his jock then threw it out into the crowd. Conner and Neal had to break up a fight between several women that were scrambling for the jock and willing to fight to the death to get it. Realizing it was in such great demand, Ross disappeared into the dressing room and got several more jocks and stuffed them down over his junk in the jock he was wearing, then threw them to the crowd. So did some of the other players, including Phil. The whole performance the guys put on, lasted about 20 minutes, but I thought there were going to be several heart attacks and women fainting before it was over. I had to admit, it was one of the hotter skits we’d put on, not really caring about Ladies’ Night, other than offering skimpily clad, male dancers for the women to paw over. I thought we added a whole new dimension to what took place tonight. The entertainment finally over, and the dancers safely in the dressing room once more, a wave of calmness came over the bar and things settled down a bit. We were still pumping out beer and drinks by the dozens and the waiters were overwhelmed with orders.
I told Allen he needed to buy a couple gross of jock straps and scent them with male sweat, then sell them as souvenirs from the dancers after the performance like we did with the cum stained thongs of the dancers on Gay Night. Allen got excited at the idea. I told Ty about it, who almost came unglued.
The football guys, once fully dressed again in their jeans and jerseys, came back out to join the women, presumably to meet ladies and set up dates to get laid. They had huge crowds around them. Ross was autographing bras and panties while they were being worn. It was crazy and despicable, but the crowd was having a blast, and we were selling booze like crazy. We finally got a little break to catch our breath. Trevor came and got me.
“Josh, Ross wants you to talk to you in the dressing room,” Trevor told me.
“What the hell for? Can’t he talk to me out here?” I asked.
“He wants to talk to you about his guys doing this gig regularly on both Wednesday and Saturday nights, except when they have away games, but football season will be over in the near future, then they can do it every Saturday. He wants to talk to you about setting that up,” Trevor informed me. I kind of liked the idea, after seeing the reaction of our patrons last Saturday and then tonight. I walked back to the dressing room and opened the door. Ross grabbed me and stuck his tongue halfway down my throat.
“Easy, tiger,” I said, trying to fend him off. “I thought you wanted to talk, not choke me to death with your tongue.”
“Sorry, Josh. You know how much I want you. I can’t stand it. I lose sleep thinking about you and your hot cock up my ass. Damn, I need you to fuck me, Josh. I need that cock of yours so bad,” he said, desperate for some anal attention from me.
“Ross, we’ve been over this. I don’t hardly know you, and I’m not going to fuck you unless I really care about you. I have a boyfriend I love that I fuck, not the captain and quarterback of the football team. This isn’t high school. I don’t have to prove my popularity by fucking the football team captain,” I assured him.
“I know that, Josh. That’s not it. Dude, you’re just the best of what I want in a bro to fuck my ass. Josh, I trust you. You’re good peoplem and I know you’ll make me cum gallons. Dude, my balls are so full right now, I practically leak cum when I walk. I gotta have your dick deep in my ass, Josh. I need it so bad,” he pleaded. He was desperate, and half scary with his needs, like an addict who needed a fix. The next thing I knew, he had his hand down my shorts and was massaging my cock and balls, boning me up. Ross was sweating like crazy, from his dance routine and the prospect of having me fuck him. He had his mouth all over me, kissing me like crazy. I’d be crazy if I told you it wasn’t a complete turn on. Fuck he was hot and had the most beautiful thick cock and balls, hairy asshole and nice cropped hairy chest. I wanted him. I wanted him bad, but I didn’t want to fuck him. I finally dropped to my knees, pulled down his jeans and jock strap and inhaled that hard, thick, throbbing cock of his. The smell of male musk and sweat was driving me crazy. I sucked on that big fuck stick of his, ran my nose through his sweaty pubes, then sucked one of his hairy balls in my mouth, then the other.
“Fuck, Josh, my balls are my spot. You almost made me cum. Fuck that’s hot. Damn, you have one hell of a mouth on you. Fuck this is hot,” he said rapidly, his cock throbbing like crazy in my grasp, as I deep throated his cock, making one hell of a noise, my saliva running down the sides of this boy’s thick penis onto his balls, then dripping on the floor. “Fuck dude, you drive me crazy!” he said, louder than I cared to hear, as I worked that big man cock of his, my own cock leaking pre-cum. “Fuck, Josh, 69 me. I gotta have your cock in my mouth,” he begged, switching me around. We were on the dressing room floor, of all places, sucking each other’s cocks like there was no tomorrow. I even attempted to eat his sweaty ass also. Fuck he smelled so manly, his scent driving me insane with lust. I could feel his balls starting to boil, his cock thicken. He was shaking below me. I new he was about to blow, so I jacked him harder, fingered his asshole and deep throated his cock, sending torrents of Ross cum deep into my mouth. I couldn’t hold all he ejaculated, his thick cum was running out of the sides of my mouth. Fuck, did he taste good. I whipped around and kissed him, once again swiping a good amount of his cum in my mouth to his, as our tongues did battle in each other’s mouths. He finally stopped shaking and settled down, still trying to get his breath. “Damn! Fuck! Shit, you know how to get a guy off. Fuck, that was intense,” he said, almost breathless. I continued to kiss him on his cute face, then kissed his nipples, then made my way down his cropped treasure trail to his sweaty pubes and sucked on his wilted dick, making him spasm, as I sucked his wilted cock clean of all his cum. Then I returned to his lips and kissed him once again, tenderly this time. He hugged me tightly. “Fuck, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Josh. You know how to treat a guy and make him feel sexy. Fuck I don’t know how you do this to me, but I’m obsessed with you. You’re going to have to fuck me, though. You just have to. I can’t live until I’ve had that hot dick of yours in my ass,” he pleaded. I smiled at him, then scooped some of the cum that escaped his mouth on his lips and tasted it myself.
“If you’re to be fucked, Jake and I have to fuck you together. I won’t fuck you unless he fucks you too. We do everything together,” I told him.
“Fuck, great by me. You’re both hot as hell. Double the pleasure as far as I’m concerned. Shit, DP me if you want to. I can probably take you both. Well, maybe. I’m not sure about that, but both of you can dump your loads up my ass. I couldn’t think of anything hotter,” he replied.
“You’re one fucked up dude, Ross. What’s your obsession with getting fucked in the ass?” I asked curiously, as we both mellowed out some.
“I just crave cock, Josh. I don’t know what it is, but I crave it, and yours drives me crazy. I still jack off to what happened last Saturday night. I can jack off to the memory and have the best orgasm of all, then fuck some girl’s pussy and not feel a thing. I cum, but it’s not like cumming with you. Fuck, I’m sick, I know. But I can’t help it. I just can’t. You’ve got to help me, dude. I really need you to help me. I wouldn’t tell another living soul that ever. Just you, Josh,” he said, with those sad puppy dog eyes, then kissed me tenderly on the lips.
“Ross, you’re fucked up, but there’s something about you I like. I must be crazy too. I’ll talk to Jake and see if he’s up to it, but not tonight. Maybe sometime in the near future, possibly an off night so you don’t have a crowd of groupies with you. I’m sure you need all this to be on the QT,” I assured him.
“That’s why I trust you and only you, Josh. Phil can never know. I have an image to uphold, but I also have these cravings I need to fulfill. I trust you to help me with that, like no one else. I know you know what it’s like to live one life, but desperately want another,” he told me.
“If Jake and I agree to this, you’ll experience male intimacy like you’ve never experienced and you’ll cum harder than you’ve ever cum in your life. That I can guarantee,” I explained.
“Oh, Josh, that’s what I need in the worst way. I’ve been trying to tell you. I know what you’re saying is true, and I want that so bad,” he replied, before I was finished telling him what I wanted him to hear.
“But what I’m trying to tell you is, that will only make you want to crave that satisfaction more, Ross. That can’t be healthy for you. Sure, it satisfies you for the moment, but then you need it again and again. How long can you go on needing something like that, but living the life of a straight guy? Doesn’t my help in that regard make things worse for you?” I asked. He looked disappointed, trying to sort things out in his mind.
“I’ll worry about that when the time comes,” he said, finally, not giving it too much thought tonight. He was half drunk, and just had the blowjob of his life.
“You have to agree to let Jake and I counsel you, Ross. You’ll have to hang out with us and maybe even talk to a shrink friend of mine. This will all be confidential and no one but us will know what’s going on. We’ll do that after football season is over. I can’t just fuck you, make you feel wonderful and fulfilled one time, and then throw you back out there with needs. We have to resolve the problem you have one way or another, before we make it worse. Understand?” I asked.
“Kind of, although I’m not sure I’ll remember it all by tomorrow. But you can tell me again,” he replied. I rolled my eyes.
“We’ll work on this together as long as I have your cooperation. That sound okay?” I asked him, hoping we could move on.
“Anything you help me with is fine by me,” he said, excitedly.
I helped him up, then pulled his jock back up over his beautiful cock and balls, now adding the scent of his cum to the scent of sweat and musk. Fuck, it almost made me want to cum, as intoxicating as his smell was at the moment. If I could just bottle that scent and sell it to the gay community, I could make a fortune, I had to believe. I got Ross and myself put back together, then we left to go back to the bar. We no more than got back to the main room when the women swarmed around him, and he was Mr. Celebrity once more getting all their attention and loving it. They didn’t pay me any attention at that point. He had his groupie followers and he seemed happy. I just shook my head.
