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The two hour drive home in the morning from Norfolk to Burwell was a quiet one for me. I was trying to sort through what happened at the wedding, and my mom continued to ask me if I felt ok. She said my voice was so scratchy and rough that she thought I might be getting sick. I didn't want to mention the fact that my voice simply represented how you sound if your throat had been raped twice in 24 hours. After the fucking I'd experienced, I was lucky I was walking normal...avoiding more questions.
The next few weeks were just lazy days of summer... I was working for one of the local old farmers and stashing money away so I wouldn't have to work during the school year. Every time I ran into someone from the team, they were as they always were, kidding and joking, but they seemed to do it with a little glint in their eyes and a tiny smirk on their face. I figured I would have to get used to that for a long time.
The big news came near the end of July when the team was called in for a meeting. Ty Chaffin, who had graduated a few years earlier, was in town and wanted to meet the team. Ty had just completed his sophomore year at UNL and was a member of the Huskers Football team. Although he hadn't had any field time during a game yet, he was always helping on the practice field, and he was on to start in the fall. Translation-- he was a god.
When he was at Burwell High, there wasn't much he hadn't done. He was an incredible athlete who set the football team's career records in receiving yards and touchdowns his senior year He received All-Class recognition in Eight Man-1 football. He was the top scorer on the basketball team leading the team to a 19-5 record. His name was plastered all over the school's track record board. Oh, and did I mention he was drop dead gorgeous?
So he was a living legend to us in Burwell. He was great friends with Josh Urbanovsky; they were both wide receivers, both shared the same jersey number while at Burwell (#1, go figure!), and both were good sized guys. Josh was only 6'2" and 190#, but Ty 6'5" and weighed 215#. Ty was a little smarter than Josh as well, he was a Mathematics Education major where I think Josh was going to major in fucking anything that didn't move out of the way of his dick fast enough.
I came into the room to see him and Josh bullshitting. They were perched on a ledge and Ty was giving Josh crap out forgetting his birthday which was the month before on June 26. Ty was dressed in faded wrangler jeans, an old Burwell Longhorns T-shirt that he'd had since he graduated as a senior 3 years before and tennis shoes that were barely holding together. Ty used to have a mop of hair when he was in high school, but now he had a short cut hair, soft brown eyes, and incredible teeth that flashed a sense of warmth when he smiled. I was a freshman when he had graduated, and I had a sense of hero worship about him from that time. I remembered him as a really nice guy.
On the other side of Ty was a drop dead gorgeous guy. I actually got weak in the knees. He looked to be the same height and weight of Josh Urbanovsky; he had coal black hair that was unruly and a real mop head. He had thick eyebrows, brown eyes, a strong nose, and a defined jaw. He had on a T-shirt that proclaimed Muscle Shoals Trojans. He had a pair of white athletic shorts that were easily 2 sizes too small. They looked like they were painted on his body. I heard him speak and he had a hypnotic voice with a soft southern drawl.
I nudged the guy next to me and said, "Whose that?" He said, "That would be Logan Smothers. He's from down south, a place called Muscle Shoals, I think in Alabama. Lot bigger than our tiny berg... has over 13,000 people. Must be nice. Anyway, he's a freshman with the Huskers and is going to be one of their stud quarterbacks of the future.
When Ty caught sight of me coming in, he leaned over to Josh and I could hear him mutter, "Is that him?" Josh smiled at me and said, "Yup." With that one word, I began to wonder if he was still a nice guy.
People were crowding around Ty and vying for attention. I was sitting in the outer part of the circle, just trying to be a wall flower. Suddenly, I felt an arm snake around my waist and I looked into the hard brown eyes of Sage, our quarterback. He said, "Let me introduce you to Logan. Us quarterbacks stick together."
He led me over to the side where Logan Smothers was standing off to the side. "Logan, I want you to meet Kendall. He's the `team player' I was telling you about." Logan's eyes lasered onto mine. I felt my knees quaking a little, and he said, "Yeah, Sage has told me how.... helpful... you've been. I'm pretty talented as a quarterback, but Sage tells me you have talents I really have to experience."
My face got hot and I know I was blushing deep red. This caused Sage and Logan to start to laugh loudly. Ty and Josh turned and Ty said, "Logan, don't you dare do anything without me!" Logan gave a thumbs up, and I began to think I'd been drawn into a trap again.
Loan leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry Kendall, the first time someone goes down on me, I wait a few minutes before I live up to my name!" I jerked back and looked confused. I said quietly, "Logan? What does that mean"? Sage whacked me in the back of my head, and said, "His last name, faggot. It's Smothers, ass breath. Trust me, he'll smother you before you know it."
I dropped my gaze immediately, embarrassed, only to see Logan massaging his crotch. I quickly raised my eyes from his crotch only to lock eyes with Logan's. I had trouble looking away, his magnetic gaze held me captive so I was unable to move. He raised his right eyebrow up quizzically, and he said, "I can tell you are such a slut! This is going to be like shooting fish in a barrel. I can't wait to try that throat of yours, and that butt... I've heard how tight it is, and the bitches in Muscle Shoals are as tight as they are here in Burwell! I love new adventures, and I intend to ride you till you are raw."
I felt paralyzed... I couldn't move, say anything, or respond in any way. I was trying to embrace that I'm simply a piece of meat that they won't have to buy dinner, put up with bitching and neediness, no demands, no drama, no getting pregnant, simply a cum dump for those around me. Without even realizing it, I was wondering how Logan's sperm would taste versus Ty's sperm, versus Sage's sperm or Josh's sperm. When I realized how I was thinking, I almost slapped myself in the face to get me out of this path of thinking.
I broke away, and became a wall flower thinking how quickly I could escape from this dangerous situation. The crowd began to thin out, and I thought I could safely escape without being noticed. I had just stood up to leave when two people appeared on either side of me, both wrapping their arms around my waist. I looked on each side and saw the smirk and hardened eyes of Sage Konicek and Josh Urbanovsky on either side. Josh said, "Ty and Logan really want to meet you. They've heard of your talent and if what they heard is true, they'd like to recommend you for the student slave, I mean manager, for the football team next year in Lincoln for the Huskers". Their grip around my waist was tight enough, that I realized it wasn't a request, but something I would have to agree to whether I wanted to or not.
Sage and Josh firmly guided me through the dwindling crowd to the front of the room where Ty and Logan were shooting the shit with a few guys. Seeing Josh and Sage bringing me forward, Ty said, "Sorry guys, I have a few needs that need to be taken care of. Catch you later!" They guys dispersed as I reached Ty and Logan. Their stares reduced me to a quivering mess.
Ty said first, "They tell me you are the cocksucker of the football team. We've always tried to have one person who has fulfilled that role since way before I was here, but they tell me you are a pro and put the others to shame. I'd like to personally find out." Logan had softer brown eyes that still pierced my eyes and burned into my brain. His soft voice, dripping with a southern drawl, said, "Ty said you could make me appreciate being a man. It's been a long time since I felt appreciated. Can you do that for me, stud? Can you make me feel good?"
Neither waited for an answer. With Josh pushing at the small of my back, and Ty and Logan locking my arms with theirs, Sage led us down a side hallway to a room where massages were offered to the players after a brutal game. The door closed behind us, the room was pitch dark. As the lights came on, I felt a whisper in each ear, simultaneously, "this is going to be fuckin "A" fantastic. With than, Ty and Logan let go of me, sat on a low cot, leaned against the wall and began to massage their crotches. As I heard Josh's voice behind me whisper, "On your knees, cocksucker!", I felt Sage's hands on my shoulders pushing me down to my knees, kneeling in front of twin bulges, one encased in wrangler jeans, and one confined by white gym shorts.