Swimmer-Coach - 08 By Larry Laetus(Laetuseros@aol.com) Edited by Chipster (chipster071053@yahoo.com)
This story contains graphic sexual acts between male teens and male adults. If you are underage or if possession or readership of material that presents sexual relationships between two or more members of the same sex is not to your liking, or illegal where you reside, please pass over this story. This story is the property of the author and may not be distributed without written permission.
Please feel free to contact the author or editor with your thoughts. Both e-mail addresses are listed above and again at the end of the story. When writing about this story, please put the name in your subject line. Thanks!
I woke Carl and Andy by jerking their big toe. We splashed cold water on our faces and with warm wet washcloths cleaned up any dried cum on each other. We slipped into t-shirts, shorts, and footgear. We made it to the mess hall, joined the line of equally sleep-deprived men in the chow line. Filling our trays with only juices and fruit we gathered as a team in one area of the dining hall. I glanced around at the other teams that had gathered in a similar manner. Coach joined us and expressed his pleasure at seeing we were all eating very light. He told us we were up first right after breakfast, and could stoke up at lunchtime. He left our group and Rocky came up to join us.
"Okay guys, we just have time to get back to our rooms and get our gear and down to the pool area. We will use the locker room entrance. Be sure to get into your suits, and then shower down. I understand you can get to the pool right off the shower room. We get about ten minutes to warm up in the pool, and then the trials begin. Let's move it!" He turned to us and asked Andy if he had the room key. Duh! Andy had the thing strapped to his arm. He'd never let it go.
Hustling to our room, Andy opened it so that we could grab our gear and then as we left Andy check the room for anything we missed, locked the door, and ran to catch up to us. We all talked excitedly as we made our way to the locker room to change. It was huge when compared to ours. Guys were standing or sitting, taking off their clothing and slipping into their tank suits. It was a meat market! One hunk came strolling toward us stark naked, his cock whapping from thigh to thigh. Huge pecks, biceps, and quads. He was no swimmer, that was for sure.
Brian came round a row of lockers, saw us and yelled, "Over here toadies, your team is located in this row." Laughs rang out all over the locker room. Someone yelled, "Hey Brian, was that toadies or ladies you shouted." Brian's deep voice replied, "I said, Toad, you fuckers, lay off!" We could hear the snickers and muffled laughs of the college swimmers. I know my ears burned red, and I glared at Brian. The bantering didn't faze him. We quickly found a locker, stripped, then slipped into our slinky tank suits.
Rocky looked us over, asked if we were ready and as a team headed for the showers. We were greeted by a mixture of totally nude guys showering and other suited teams rinsing off under the showers. A bar of soap skittered across the floor and hit my foot. Rocky, grabbed my wrist and told me not to pick it up, just kick it back into the showers. He'd explain later. Several showering guys let out with a deep, "Whoa, the toads are touchy. Better give them room in the pool. Ouh! Big toads in a little pond!" and they broke up laughing at their own joke.
I was mystified with the arrogant attitude and total disregard toward our feelings. Normally, teams warmly greeted one another and attempted to make friendships. This disrespect was uncalled for. It apparently was different in college. Our team quickly moved through the showers and out onto the pool deck. Coach strolled over to us with his clipboard in hand. He was dress in an oversized t-shirt, and his tight tank suit was stretched over his package. It moved from side to side between those heavy thighs of his, tempting, tantalizing, promising great mass withheld beneath the tight silk.
Okay, usual line up, one after another in lane three, make those tight turns and back to the starting point. This is warm up, not a race! Rocky, they are all yours, coach them down the lane. Remember, there are eyes on you that you don't even know about!"
One after another we dove into lane three, about a body length behind each other, a nice slow crawl and flutter kick. Down to the opposite side, tight tuck turn, push off, glide, and back into the crawl. At the finish, up out of the pool in a graceful push up and stand wiping the excess water off our arms, body, and legs. We walked over as a group to pick up some chamois to dry our selves.
From then on it was all business. Lane assignments were made. Spotters took their place on each lane. I glanced and the college stud that was racing in the lane next to mine. He looked like a human torpedo. I knew I had to pour everything into this medley. I had to prove to Coach and Dr. Lee that I was college level and worthy of the scholarship.
The whistle sounded, I entered the water with my best dive, came up stroking in my rhythm, and from then on I was on automatic. My conscience mind shut down and all the training I'd done took over. I came up at the finish and the crowd was roaring. I was shaking the water out of my eyes when the college dude next to me finished. The spotter offered me his arm to lift me out of the water. Coach and Dr. Lee were walking toward me. Coach was grinning. Dr. Lee approached and reached for my hand, "Young man, do you know you just broke the college record for freestyle crawl?" Our handshake continued pumping until I relaxed my hand and he let go. "Incredible, you'll be quite an addition to the team next year, welcome to Ohio State. Just amazing a full body length and a half, smooth, strong, just elegant to watch." He walked away shaking his head, and Coach started pounding my back and yelling, "Way to go, really super!"
By that time the rest of the team had surrounded me and were pelting me with congratulatory slaps and hugs. Through my down turned eyes, I noticed Rocky standing off watching the adulation I was getting. "Okay, guys enough already, calm down it was only a race, we have lots more to compete in!" We walked to the sidelines.
Rocky's heat with the breaststroke was next. He was nervous. I went to him and tried to reassure him about his ability, and with that dolphin stroke of his, he'd win without much effort. The eight of them went to there position. Rocky was flanked by two mean looking college swimmers. They were the same ones who taunted us in the showers. I sure hope Rocky kept his cool. He needed to win this race to insure his scholarship and a place on the college team next year. I slipped in to a sweatshirt and hunkered down with the other members of our team to watch from the sideline.
The whistle blew and there were eight bodies launched into the air and Rocky entered the water clean, and came up stroking about half the length of the pool. His dolphin kick was propelling him ahead of the two competitors in each lane next to him. He made the turn just a few seconds before the competition. He had a nice glide, but this was the danger point. If he faltered or got winded, anything happened, he'd lose his lead. It was very close; the swimmer on his right was closing the gap. We were on our feet screaming for Rocky to pour it on, to put that last burst of speed. His flayed arms hit the deck, a hundredth of a second before the swimmer on his right. It was close, but Rocky won the heat.
And so it went. In every heat, we poured on the pressure. We were getting dirty looks from the college swimmer. We were beating them at their own game; the competition between high school and college was fierce. Coach later told us that we did the job Coach Lee wanted us to do, break the confidence of his team and make them work harder. Jody explained that the team lacked luster, had become complacent and needed something to stir their fighting spirit, and we had done just that. He congratulated us.
We went to our lockers, stripped off our tank suits and as a group entered the showers. We were met with catcalls from the college guys, however we did notice they called us "Froggies," and "Look, Froggies come a courting!"
Carl, Andy, Rocky, Peter and I gathered under a couple of shower heads and were soaping up, washing off the chlorine when the college swimmer across from us asked Rocky where he learned that foot stroke he was doing. Rocky beamed, this was his chance to lord it over the college stud.
"Oh, that, the dolphin stroke? I learned that from the dolphins I played with in the Bahamas!" He raised his arm and soaped his hairless armpit.
"Oh, bullshit, Froggie. Who you trying to fuck with. Learned it from dolphins, no way!"
"Yeah, way! My dad's an Envoy for the diplomatic corp. of the United States Government. I spent a couple years in the Bahamas swimming with dolphins. I learned a lot from them. They are highly intelligent and very playful."
"No, shit, Rocky, you really did that?" said Peter and Carl at the same time, spouting water from the showers.
A couple of the college swimmers started conversing amongst themselves, then on turned and spoke to Rocky. "Well, Big Frog, we've decided to call you 'Dolphin Boy!"
Rocky, in his usual arrogant way replied, "Well, kiss my ass! Dolphin Boy!" He was grinning until he noticed that the stud across from us was walking over to him. "Hey, no offense, you can call me what you want!" He was now surrounded by four college studs, who had muscled between us and grabbed Rocky. They soon lifted him off the shower floor and had him stretched spread eagle between them, face down. Another big bruiser sauntered up between his legs, looked at us and said, "Dolphin Boy's wish is my command!" He spread Rocky's ass cheeks, bent forward and kissed his ass, then licked between the cheeks. The four studs put Rocky back on his feet and started pelting him with claps to the shoulders and handgrip hugs around his neck. One gave him a 'dutch rub' on his short crew cut.
We all relaxed as the atmosphere in the showers got really friendly. Introductions were made all round, and lot of hand shaking and pats on the back and ass cheeks. A few gathered around my spray head and asked me where I had learned to do the crawl like that. It was impressive...the full length ahead of the nearest competitor. They were amazed that a high school student broke the college record for the crawl medley. Two of them started soaping me all over my body. I boned up readily and they were impressed. They felt, squeezed, and stroke my turgid man stalk, watching how the foreskin went back and forth over the purple corona.
One of the guys bent forward with his arms on his knees, his very firm impressive ass aimed toward me. He turned his head, smiled at me and told me, "Okay, come claim your reward, you beat me fair and square, my ass is yours, buddy!" I didn't need any further urging, but stepped forward and placed my boner tight up into his pucker and flexed my hips in a forward thrust. My dagger slid in fully right up to my pubic bone amidst cheers from those witnessing the conquest. I noticed Rocky was claiming his piece of ass, and was being rimmed at the same time. A couple of studs were pinching his tits hard, and cupping his ass cheeks. As I worked my cock in and out of this losers ass cheeks, I did notice quite a lot of sexual activities going on around me. I felt the tingles start; I pulled out and shot my wads of cum all over the guy's taut ass cheeks, and having finish, slapped him on the ass. He stood up, hugged me, kissed me, rinsed off and left the showers.
The water started to chill; everyone got a final rinse and exited the showers. While drying off and getting dressed in our street clothes, we exchanged pleasantries and wishful boasts and some challenges. It was very different from the greeting we receive upon entering. It made us feel as one of them, members of their team. We had earned their respect.
Coach met us as a group outside the dining hall for lunch. It was a grand celebration; we chowed down like starved hogs. Awards were passed out, congratulations given, promises made. Rocky round us up, and we headed back to our dorm room to relax.
Just as we made it to the dorm, Brian called Rocky back to the dining hall. He said that Coach Lee and Jody need to talk to him about tomorrows departure schedule. Carl, Andy and some of the other team members went up to our rooms.
The most important thing that came out of the Columbus Swim Trials was not that we placed well and showed a lot of college studs what we were made of, but I had a better understanding of Rocky's sexual drive. I had been sitting waiting for my turn in the 400 medley and was watching Rocky pace back and forth on the deck. He was becoming very tense. Coach Jody came over and grabbed him by the arm, his other hand gripped and massaged Rocky's neck. He urged Rocky to calm down, told him to do some stretching exercises.
I thought back at similar competitions. After each one Rocky became extremely aggressive and horny. He immediately sought sexual gratification and once his nuts were drained, he returned to being a normal teenager.
Doc Vogel had once told me that my horniness was due to testosterone levels in my body. He explained that exercise made the body produce more testosterone into our system as a defense mechanism to ready out bodies for conflict or to handle a conflict.
Once the conflict/stress ended, our testosterone levels returned to normal. In some men the extra testosterone produced excessive hair, others huge muscularity, other just plain aggressive behavior. So masturbation at those times was a good way to relieve the stress or tension in our bodies and return the testosterone levels to where we can handle it.
That explained a lot of Rocky's behavior. I made that connection right after the swim trials as we walked back to our dorm room that last evening. We were going to pack up what we brought with us for that bus trip back to Cleveland.
Carl, Andy and I had gone to our room after dinner and a walk around the OSU campus. We were ready to just lie around and relax and watch some cable television. Coach Jody and his kid brother Brian had detained Rocky right after dinner and the three had gone to meet with Dr. Lee at his office on campus.
The three of us stripped off our street clothes and we were enjoying the freedom you get from being totally naked and caressing your own body...scratching the itches. Carl had turned on the television and we had taken our places on the beds. Carl lay next to me on one queen bed and Andy on the other queen size bed.
Rocky burst through the door, ripping off his shirt and jeans. He demanded Andy to get up and get between his legs. "Get your hot mouth onto my inflated sausage and bring me off, cause I am really horned bad!" He laid spread out next to Andy, putting his hands behind his head, his cock standing tall then laying flat on his tight abs and gently bobbing with the rhythm of his heart beat. Rocky had beads of perspiration on his forehead and his natural man scent flooded the room.
Andy rolled over and off the bed, then crawled to the foot and up into Rocky's spread legs. He licked up Rocky's inner thigh, and licked his heavy nut sack and sucking one testicle then the other with a love bites. He licked up the stalk of Rocky's wide prick, and his tongue swirled around the corona of his huge swollen glans.
Rocky's hand connected with the side of Andy's head. "Enough of that shit, I want your mouth sucking my cock down your throat, I ain't got time for foreplay. Suck it!" He lowered his head and returned his hands behind his head, waiting for Andy to comply.
"You don't have to get rough! I was just enjoying myself." With that said, Andy opened his mouth wide and swallowed Rocky's pecker, his lips stretched and sliding down so that his nose was in Rocky's pubic area, where his golden blond bush of pubic hair had once been growing.
Carl rose up to watch. I looked at his face, then down to his crotch. Yep, he was boned and had a bead of clear juice at the piss slit. His hand caressed his nipples, making them stand hard. I was fascinated with Carl's nipples. When aroused, they were about 3/8ths of an inch tall with perfectly flat tops. I'd place my lips around them and suck them into my mouth and flick the tips with my tongue and he would writhe beneath me.
Carl's eyes were on Andy and Rocky, but his hand was caressing his abs and his fingers were soon sliding up and down his inflated man pleaser. I slid my hand up to his thigh and my fingers tickled his hanging nut sack, watched it pull up closer to his cock. He looked down and smiled, "Want to?" I responded with. "Yeah, lets."
Carl's body came down to cover mine. Our lips met softly, his tongue slid over my lower lip and I met it with mine. He slid his tongue into my oral cavity and slid over my teeth, pressed upward on my pallet, then twisted around my tongue. We traded saliva, sucked on each other's tongue in turn. Cold shivers raced up and down our bodies. My hands felt his back and the goose bumps.
Carl's hips began to press down and wiggle sideways, stimulating out hard penis' to rub and mix the pre-cum onto our lower abdomen. More shivers of pleasure. He rose up on his knees between my spread legs. His eyes were glittering with the lust he was feeling. I smiled and nodded, as his hands slid around my calves and raised them upward. He slid forward, the wide girth of his glans pressed on my puckered ass ring. I relaxed and willed him to shove deep. Like the expert fucker that he was, he entered my ass, as slow as his lust allowed him. It was torture, my hips rose to force him to enter quickly.
A grim appeared on his face, and his hips backed off. "No you don't. You're going to take it slow and deep, I'm in charge and I want to love you the way you need it!" My hips lowered, his moved inward. Inch after inch of his swollen man meat entered my guts. The glans pressed my prostate and I rolled with the tingles that it caused. His cock slid past entering deeper until he was fully in me. In the background I heard slurping and moans from Rocky.
"Please," I moaned, "I want it hard and deep, please Carl. This is torture and you know it!"
"Yeah, but I love doing it!" He lowered his body onto mine, his lips and open mouth seeking mine. Our lips connected and he sucked the breath out of me, pressing down with his lips so that I had to breath through my nose. His hip slammed hard against my butt, and then the feeling of him pulling out and wham, his hips slammed against my ass cheeks and thighs once again. He fell into a steady rhythm and my hips curled to meet his thrusts. My prostate was being massaged and pre cum was leaking out of my penis and lubricating my abdominals. Carl broke the kiss, raised up on his extended arms, his eyes locked into mine, and his tempo speeded up. He was flexing his body and his cock was sliding in and out of my ass at a nice pace. My cock was straining.
"Here it comes stud, my cream up your ass, hot and spicy!" his hips ground down into my thighs, he collapsed onto my chest, I felt his warm seed pulse into my rectum, my sphincter muscle grasping, his hands under my shoulders gripping. We lay there breathing from the effort and the intensity of our climaxes. His head was next to mine; I felt his hot exhaled breath on my ear and neck.
Carl raised off me, grinned and softly spoke, "One more time!" and his hips flexed as he started to pull out his still hard cock. The thrusts were not urgent, this time it was all about giving pleasure, the need was gone. He thrust his cock in upward, downward, wiggled it from side to side, watching my face for a reaction. My ass butt was rocking from side to side under his hips. We got into some sort of rhythm and he fucked me for hours. One of his hands was spreading my spent load over my chest, rubbing it into my skin. He found a nipple and pinched it with his slick sperm covered thumb and forefinger. I twisted with the delicious pain it caused. His fingernails pressed inward on the nipple.
My relaxed prick soon inflated to its full seven inches and was rubbing itself on his belly.
I was getting off on that and his smooth cock action up my ass. I clenched my ass ring and made it tight. Carl moaned, "Nice!" and his hips squirmed as he pressed inward. He came once more. I felt the hot gush in my guts. His body rolled sideways and he collapsed on his back next to me. The tension gone from his body, his steady breathing as he drifted off in a relaxed and restful sleep. His once hard tool lay on his thigh, half the size it was fully inflated. It glistened with the sheen of our fucking, wet and inviting.
I rose on one elbow and was moving toward the prize, when Andy's head appeared and his tongue lapped up Carl's cock. He had one hand holding up Carl's deflated penis, the other supporting Carl's relaxed scrotum, rolling the testicles in his fingers. He looked at me and said, "Larry, that's my job, I do the clean-up!" In less than a minute he had Carl's cock licked free of ass cream.
He pushed me back and his tongue started lapping up the cold drying cum on my stomach and chest. That done, he went down and sucked my deflated Oscar into his warm wet sucking mouth. This kid had the best cock sucking mouth in the business. Well, at least around our high school.
"Andy, what happened to Rocky? I thought you were servicing him?"
"He was, but I saw you two need him, so I sent him over. It was hot seeing Carl's ass bud flash me. I got to get me some of that! That guy has some nice moves. He sure knows how to butt tease, don't he?"
"Is that what you think he was doing, butt teasing my ass?" I rolled sideways so that I could get a look at him. He was lying on his side, his hand softly fingering his extended pole of masculinity. I was very sure where he wanted to put that monster. I watched as he got off his bed and walked over to the foot of ours.
"Yeah, I got to get a piece of that ass!" With one of his meaty hand, he batted Andy out of the way. He grabbed Carl's ankles, crossed them and twisted so Carl's body turned over. He spread Carl's legs wide, then on his knees he made his way up between Carl's spread legs. He reached out and softly caressed Carl's relaxed butt cheeks. He stuck his finger out to Andy, who then stuck it into his mouth, coated Rock's finger with spit and saliva. Rocky then moved the finger to Carl's ass cleft and pushed it up against Carl's tight pucker. He massaged the puckered ring and soon had the finger up Carl's ass to the knuckle. He then pulled it out and shoved it back in, loosening up the sphincter muscle.
Rocky grabbed Carl's hips in both hands and pulled his ass up to his swollen hard cock.
Carl moaned in his sleep. Rocky laughed. "Watch this gentlemen, watch what he does when he feels my man size rod deep in his ass!" Holding Carl's hips up, he pressed his boner into the pinkish brown pucker. Rocky's cock slid inward, spreading Carl's ass ring with its girth. Carl awoke with a start, "What the hell?" Rocky slugged him on the back with one hand and kept him from raising up. Rocky's cock was sunk way up into Carl's guts and he started fucking Carl with zest. He slammed down, pulled out, slammed down again, talking filth about how he always enjoyed Carl's tight ass around his cock.
Andy and I watched as Rocky's body started glistening with pure animal sweat, and Carl's body heat rose. Carl was soon adding his own remarks, begging Rocky to go at it harder, faster, deeper! Rocky replied, "Oh, you fucker, you keep squeezing my pecker that way and I'm creaming your guts way too soon." Rocky had reached another orgasm and pulling his cock out of Carl's ass, sprayed the spunk all over Carl's backside. Andy got up and was soon sucking the hot sperm off Carl's back and butt cheeks.
"That's it, you little cum eating cock sucking whore, clean him up. I'm going in to take a nice hot shower. You want to join me in the shower, Larry?" Yeah, I wanted to join him in the shower, but not for what he was hoping for. I was going to verbally ream his ass a new hole for the way he treated Andy, and Carl, and me. As I vented my anger, he just grinned and caressed his body, legs spread in a defiant stance. After I simmered down, he put one of his meat hook hands on my shoulder and told me, "Now don't you feel better? Just get your body and nice ass into the shower and we're going to have us some fun!'
"Oh no you're not! Not with me. The swim trials are over. You don't own me anymore. You have just gone beyond the limits of civility and I don't consider you team captain, or as a friend!" I angrily stalked out of the bathroom. Andy and Carl having heard the last outburst were staring at me.
Rocky burst out of the bathroom, grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. I glared at him. "You fill me with disgust. You fucking bully! You lay a hand on me again without my permission, I'll flatten you with a good one!"
Rocky was grinning. "Yeah, you and whose army, faggot!"
That's when Carl and Andy rose to stand next to me, "We're his army, Rocky! We are just a part of the team that will help him put you in your place."
"Hey guys, cool down. You know you all like my cock up your asses. Andy loves to kiss ass and suck on cock." He walked to sit on the edge of a bed, his arms on his knees and his head hanging low. His bravado had been seriously questioned and he wasn't so sure he was in control any more.
"Think about it Rocky, you are in power only with the consent of those you govern. The governed aren't so content to put up with the sexual shit you have been foisting upon us.
It's time you start considering what we feel. It's not all about you and your sexual needs. We all have feelings, we all have sexual needs, but you're way out of control...way beyond the norm. You can't just take what you want, shit you just raped Carl, you bully Andy, and you try to control me. It's over Rocky. No more shit!" I turned and pulled on a pair of boxer shorts and bounced onto the bed with the remote control in my hand.
Rocky stood there, stunned at my outburst and declaration. "Hey guys, he's not right, right, I don't do those things. You always give out and I do too." He was pleading for Carl and Andy to answer. Carl sat down on the edge of our bed, Andy sat next to him.
"I guess he is right. You always order me, you don't ask me, you tell me. Rocky you know I love to suck cock and rim a nice ass, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't ask for it like a gentleman. So in that way, he's got a point!" Andy looked up to face Rocky.
"Yeah, and what's with you fucking me while I'm sleeping? Larry's right, you raped me, you fucked me without my consent or knowledge...that's rape! You got some big problems to fess up to and settle. I'm with Larry, we don't owe you nothin' not even friendship!" Carl bowed his head and stared at the floor.
"Awe, guys, I been under a lot of stress. Jody's been pressing me to exceed my time at the trial, I just barely beat that sucker in the breaststroke...it was hundreds of a second.
He ragged my ass in front of his stud brother, embarrassed me." Rocky sat down on the floor, crossed legged and rocking to and fro.
I spoke softly from the bed, "That still doesn't give you permission to do what you did! To say what you did, to act the way you did. You are out of control and you need to think about it. You are no longer a leader, but a bully. You've changed a lot since I joined the swim team, and not for the better. You do mean things and then later come up with some lame excuse for it." I clicked off the television and rolled onto my side, arms gripping the pillow under my head, trying to fall asleep. Rocky was silent, still rocking in place, to and fro, hugging his knees. I heard a muffled gasp, a sob, and Rocky broke out crying. I rolled over and the three of us looked at Rocky on he floor, tears streaming out of his eyes, over those full lush lips and down his chin. His eyes were closed tight and he was rocking to and fro and sobbing his anguish. It must have lasted ten to fifteen minutes as we stared in silence.
Finally, he looked up at us. His eyes opened full of tears. His face was wet from tears and swollen with grief. "I'm sorry, guys, so sorry" He continued rocking back and forth, continuing to sob and produce an abundance of tears rolling down his cheeks. He looked up at us, moaned again, "I'm sorry, so sorry!" He took in some deep breaths and started to calm down, controlling the sobs. Then he started spilling his guts, telling us the real story of Rocky. The story no one knew.
The three of us talked way into the morning hours. Rocky doing the major part of the talking. He told us of his childhood, how his parents left him alone for long periods of time, how they encouraged him to be strong and a leader, how they expected him to excel at every thing he did, how he crafted a persona to protect himself, how he sought the love his parents denied him, how they gave him everything he asked for and a lot he didn't as away of making up for their lack of attention. He knew he was spoiled and how it made it worse to have close friends, how Coach gave him that love he craved, and reinforce the leadership qualities, forced him to excel, applied the pressure his parents lacked.
Carl was the first to get up and sit down beside him and hug him. Andy followed and sat on his other side. I looked down at the three of them. Carl and Andy were sobbing in support of Rocky. They were mumbling and telling each other how sorry they were, that they didn't know about how Rocky felt, that they wanted to help.
For some reason, I found the whole scene comical. I burst out laughing, "What a pathetic bunch you are. Look at you! Yeah, he's sorry and gained your sympathy! But that doesn't change what he's done, he has a lot of apologizing to do and you guys are not helping him do it."
Carl looked up at me, aghast at my words, "You aren't serious, you can't be that cold or angry not to feel his pain. Shit, Larry, he's in mental pain down here. Give him a break!"
"The only break I'll give him is his nose. He still hasn't convinced me that he'll reform, and I still don't want his friendship. It will take a long time to get my forgiveness. He's brutalized you two and conned you into giving him some slack. He's taken advantage of my naivety and took advantage of my sincere fondness for his company. Nope, he's going to have to prove to me he's reformed." I rolled over and face away from the three of them.
I felt the bed move. Then Carl was speaking into my ear. "The guy is really hurting. I don't think he's conning us into anything. Look at him Larry, he is really hurting. He's still team captain by title, we owe him some loyalty for that." Carl's hand was sliding back and forth over my hip. It slid under my arm and grasped my pectoral muscle, flicked my tit, pinched and plucked it.
I rolled to my back. "You're just as bad as he is! You're trying to get my forgiveness for him by appealing to my sensuality. You are willing to trade sexual favors for it! Carl, he raped you! He bullied us. He made us participate in orgies of his own making. Him and his precious Coach. Coach sexually blackmailed me to being on the team. H offered a full scholarship to Ohio State in return for my joining the team and getting him off when he had worn Rocky out. Yeah, and I fell for it. We all did! We are all victims! Well, I no longer am a willing victim."
Rocky was crying again, deep sobs. He came and sat on the bed, imploring me to forgive his transgressions, his bad judgment. "What do I have to do to get your forgiveness? Larry, please! I am deeply sorry. I apologize for hurting you and taking advantage of you! Please!" His hot tears fell on my arm, my resolve melting.
I sat up next to him. "Well, for starters you can quit blubbering. It doesn't look good for a team captain to be red eyed. If you are truly sorry, you can start showing it by changing your ways, you can be a real leader and show us how to follow your example. Scouting taught me how to lead by example. You can do it also. You don't have to order people to do things, you can ask them and explain the benefits and rewards they'll get by doing what you ask them to do. You get their consent. You are an equal asking for help, not a leader demanding obedience. You don't fuck us into submission, you join us for mutual relief, we help each other."
"If you start doing that, you'll earn my respect and forgiveness. Deal?" I looked down between his hefty thighs, noticing that for once, his cock wasn't hard.
"Okay, I'll try. You guys are going to have to help me. Something of this magnitude I'll need help with." He grabbed my bare shoulders, turned me to face him and planted a warm wet kiss on my mouth...totally unexpected. "It's a deal, sealed with a kiss!" The guys were grinning, ear-to-ear. We were all happy about the results.
Rocky was a different person after that. He cooled it with Coach, but I don't know about that. People started noticing his change in attitude and the way he went about getting support for his projects. His father called me, asking if I knew what was wrong with Rocky, he'd changed. My reply was that he became a better person. His dad agreed and thanked me and hung up. I smiled and put the receiver back down. Rocky earned not only my respect, but the respect of his parents and associates. He deserved my forgiveness and one evening I had the chance to give it to him.
Sunday afternoon, the college guys formed a corridor from the dormitory to the bus, cheering and handclapping us onto the bus. We exited the dorm and dog trotted through the corridor of studs and boarded the bus for the trip home. I noted that some friendships had been made and some surreptitious gift exchanges were being made. The stud I had fucked in the showers got on the bus and came up to me. He shoved a small package into my hands and told me to open it. Inside were six rubber condoms and a note. "These are yours to use on me when we next meet. Warm regards, Donald. I looked up at his hazel eyes and told him, "I'm looking forward to it! Thanks!" He gave me gentle punch to the shoulder, and said, "Me, too!" He turned and left the bus amidst loud catcalls from the guys around me. I blushed and was embarrassed by the attention. I looked out the window as the bus pulled away and returned his wave.
The ride home was quiet. We were all reflecting on the events of the weekend. The talk was soft, and some of the guys drifted off asleep. Coach and the bus driver were talking up front, my head nodded, bobbed and I was also sleeping as we sped home to Cleveland.
Well guys, that pretty much sums it up. If you want me to continue, like my being drafted into the Army, the guys I met, etceteras, well, then email me. If enough of you contact me then I might be cajoled into writing more of my life story. It's up to you.
P.S. I still get email asking if this story is true...it is. Do you seriously think I'd make all that shit up if it didn't happen to me? What's happening your life?
Larry (that's me) can be emailed at: Laetuseros@aol.com Chipster (my editor) can be emailed at: Chipster071053@yahoo.com Note that Chip has a lot of great stories of his own on Nifty. His latest hot onee is called "In the Dog House."