Hi Guys, a bonus double-header for you to kick off 2020. This chapter starts a little earlier than the previous one, so for those of you who were wondering what Andy and Ollie were up to while Tyler was getting his ass broken in, here are some answers.
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Chapter 30: "The Outfielders"
Since the doc had pronounced Andy and Ollie's injuries mostly healed a couple of days ago Coach had amped up their conditioning to get them back in shape before the season started in earnest. It didn't matter that the team trainer had kept their activities limited (limited shoulder movement for Ollie, a knee brace and no sidestepping for Andy): there were plenty of ways to do interval training that kept the therapist happy. They were bouncing back really fast he'd said and the orthopedic doc they were seeing agreed. "Keep it up and I'll have you off the injured list in time for spring break," he'd promised, sounding a bit surprised. "Just make sure you do what we tell you and don't screw it up." The campus sports doc was usually a kindly enough old guy, but he didn't have patience for athletes who couldn't follow instructions.
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Three days later they were in their dorm room, working on their reading assignments. It was a crappy February Sunday, snowing and cold, and there was nothing on TV, so they'd both decided to try and get ahead of their workloads. Ollie was at his desk reading up on some lecture notes on his computer, while Andy was sprawled on his bed googling for some calculus tips. Despite their talk a few days ago nothing obvious had changed, but some sort of unspoken tension had gone away, or at least transformed. Andy had woken up earlier than usual Friday to the sound of stealthy rubbing, but instead of freaking out he just waited patiently for the catch in Ollie's breath to fade, and then gotten up. He didn't try to hide the hard on tenting out his boxer briefs, just grabbed his dop kit, wrapped a towel around his waist, and headed to the showers. Ollie gave him a thumbs-up as he headed out the door, and that was it. Perfectly natural.
Other than that one time nothing had really changed. They'd hit the usual parties Saturday, had the usual hangover Sunday that they got over (mostly) with some of the other guys from the team, and that was it. Now they were just slogging through their schoolwork like a hundred other weekends, struggling to stay awake.
Ollie yawned and stretched. "Fuck! I can barely stay awake. This is so goddamn boring."
Andy yawned. "Yeah, it's stuffy in here. Crack the window."
Ollie got up and shuffled over to the window to let in some fresh air, the smell of cold rain a welcome contrast to the musty room. "Man, we gotta do laundry."
"I did it yesterday. Those are all your nasty briefs in there stinking things up."
"Yeah, yeah." Ollie sat down at his desk, then gave his laundry basket a resigned look. "I'll do it tonight." He gave himself an absentminded scratch and yawned again. "I gotta take a break though."
"Don't let me stop you. I wanna finish this problem set up though first--I think I've almost got this last fucker figured out."
"Andy. I've got. To take. A _break."
Andy looked up at Ollie's tone. His friend was giving him a meaningful stare, thick eyebrows raised and brown eyes gazing at him intently. One thumb was moving over his sweatpants, where a bulge was rapidly forming up.
"Oh." Andy stared for a moment at the sight, then shook himself. "Right now Ollie, really? C'mon man, I'm right in the middle here. Can't you wait?"
"Come on, Andy: I'm in need here. Look at me." He pulled his hand away from the now very obvious tent in his pants.
Andy rolled his eyes. "Jesus. I'm tired Ollie. Go to the shitter and take care of it."
"Come on Andy, I just wanna look at a little porn."
"Fine, go ahead." He turned back to his computer screen.
"You're just gonna stay there?"
"Well we said we were cool with it, right? And I don't wanna move, and you don't wanna stop, so, whatever."
"Okay." Ollie shrugged. "If you're cool with it." He gave Andy a questioning look.
"Yeah, it's fine. Not like I didn't hear you the other morning anyway."
Ollie grinned. "Sorry man, I was trying to be quiet. Looked like you were in the same boat yourself."
"Hey, at least I waited to hit the shower."
"Yeah, but you had a big old wet spot on your shorts." Ollie cocked an eyebrow, daring Andy to deny it.
Andy shrugged. Busted. He waved a hand at his roommate. "Go do your thing, it's cool."
"Thanks bud." Ollie turned towards his computer and cracked his fingers. "Let's see what we have today. Ladies?" He began typing and within a couple of minutes the sounds of female sighs and moans were coming from his laptop.
Andy was able to ignore what was happening for a few minutes, but it was a small room and Ollie was in his field of vision. When his roommate started muttering "oh yeah" and "mmm...suck it baby" it was impossible to ignore, even if Ollie's voice was nothing but a hoarse whisper. Ollie was rubbing his left hand under his sweatshirt, massaging his pecs, while his other hand had slid below his waistband, its activity obvious. His laptop screen was filled with a closeup of a platinum blonde enthusiastically deep throating a thick dick, its owner's low-hanging balls tapping her chin as he pumped his hips.
The sight set a spark off in Andy's brain. He hadn't touched himself since the previous morning, and he was suddenly aware of a need as strong as Ollie's, maybe stronger. A minute later he had a private browser tab open and was making his own selection. It was a little, well, weird maybe but it fit his mood. And once his hand was inside his own sweats he didn't care: the feel of crotch fur against his hand while his fingers squeezed life into his dick was all that mattered. He sat up against the wall and rested his laptop on his thighs while he continued to tug on his rod.
Ollie turned around at the sounds of a porno coming from behind him, and cracked a smile at the sight of Andy copying his idea. "Decided to join in huh?" he grinned.
Andy shrugged. "If you can't beat `em, beat your own."
"Heh, good one. Guess there's no sense being shy anymore." Ollie lifted his hips and slid his pants and underwear to below his knees. His rigid cock popped free: it was a thick seven inches rising up from a dense but trimmed black bush. Even with the foreskin half-covering the head the ridge of the fat glans was clearly visible. Ollie turned his hips slightly, wondering how Andy would react to the sight. The lean jock's gaze skittered from the olive-skinned slab of meat, to Ollie's laptop screen, back to Ollie's crotch, and then back to his own laptop, while his hand kept moving. Ollie licked his suddenly dry lips. "Go ahead Andy. Might as well make yourself comfortable too." He turned sideways in his chair, in profile to Andy, and held his shaft lightly in the fingertips of his hand, pulling up and down to slowly reveal and then hide the glistening cap. He couldn't say why he was showing off to his friend like this, but it was hotter with a real person than just doing it to some movie on a screen. "Go ahead," he repeated, "show me what you've got. I might as well know what's making all that noise in the morning." He grinned.
Andy lifted his laptop and slid his pants and underwear down until he could kick them off. His legs were lean but well-muscled, dusted with fine blond hair. His cock was thinner than Ollie's, and maybe a half inch shorter, but still a respectable size; unlike his friend he was cut. He'd manscaped aggressively, cropping his light brown pubes at a half-inch to make himself look bigger, and shaving his balls smooth. Now half-naked, he seemed suddenly conscious of what he'd just done, and his gaze avoided Ollie's to focus on his screen. His embarrassment didn't stop him from grabbing his shaft and playing with himself though. Or from glancing over when his peripheral vision picked up Ollie's more vigorous hand movements.
They both realized they were staring at each other; this time it was Ollie's turn to feel awkward. He cleared his throat. "So, uh, what you watchin'?"
Andy shrugged. "You know, fucking. The usual." He dropped his gaze back to the screen, but a clear droplet suddenly appeared at his piss slit.
Ollie turned to look back over his shoulder at the scene on his computer. "This one's pretty lame. I mean, it's hot, but you know, kinda the same. Lemme see what you've got." Before Andy could say anything he got up and plopped on the bed beside him, back to the wall and left shoulder touching Andy's right. "Oh wow, a threeway." He kicked his sweatpants off and settled in closer to watch.
Andy turned beet red. His screen showed two muscle jocks and a brunette, who was getting enthusiastically spit roasted. "It just came up. I was gonna change it."
"Nah, it's cool." There was a pause, and then they both resumed slowly jerking off. Each was acutely aware of their bodies pressed together, the feel of hairy legs brushing lightly as they moved, the warm mingled jock scent surrounding them like an addictive cologne, but neither one wanted to say anything. "Man, she's really getting into it isn't she? Look at her suck that cock."
"Yeah, like a pro," Andy breathed. Each time he stroked down his forearm bumped against Ollie's hairier one, lightly tickling him. He spread his legs slightly, and now their thighs were touching; Ollie let out a faint sigh. "Shit," Andy grunted, "I'm chafing."
"Yeah, get some lube," Ollie said absent-mindedly.
Andy set the laptop aside and hopped up to root through his bedside table, then cursed. "Fell under the bed," he muttered, then got down on all fours to fish the round bottle out from among the dust bunnies. He finally succeeded and scrambled to his feet, blushing as he realized he'd given Ollie a perfect view of his ass the whole time. For some reason the thought made him even harder.
Ollie's face was red as well, and a flush had crept into his neck and shoulders as he'd watched his friend's pink hole almost within reach. Their gazes locked for a second while Andrew stood there with the bottle in one hand, and then without a word he pulled off his sweatshirt. His pecs showed only a hint of stubble, sweeping down across a well-developed six pack to merge with his cropped pubes; the time spent in physical therapy had been good for his body. Ollie found himself biting his lip while his thumb rubbed the very tip of his glans.
"Got it," Andy said unnecessarily, and hopped back onto the bed. He sat closer this time, and now their sides were well pressed together. As he leaned over to pick the laptop back up his leg shifted, and when he settled back his leg had somehow come to rest on top of Ollie's tan one. Neither one of them said anything, but the tension was electric. "Oh. Movie's over."
"Put on another one. I really need to get off Andy. I'm so fuckin' horny right now." Ollie's voice was hoarse with lust.
"Yeah, me too." Andy's curser hit one of the thumbnails and he popped the cap off his bottle while it loaded. It was another MMF video, but now all three of them were making out, the woman and one of the men licking the nipples of their partner and then lower, mouths meeting again around the erection pointing at the camera.
"Oh fuck," Ollie said in a small voice. "Oh fuck." Both of them were trembling.
"Oh fuck!" Andy cursed. He'd meant to drizzle lube on his cock, but he'd gotten distracted and now he was sopped with it, his hand dripping.
Ollie glanced over, concentration briefly broken. "How much lube do you use man?" He joked.
"Shit," Andy said. "Not that much."
"Mmm...yeah, suck my cock and balls," the man in the video said, suddenly loud, and the outfielders' eyes snapped back to the screen in time to see the guy on his knees take the shaft down to the root.
"Aaahh...I need some of that lube Andy." Ollie pulled his hand away, leaving his erect cock bobbing in time to his heartbeat. "I really need it." His brown eyes locked on his roommate's, pleading.
"Sure thing," Andy breathed, and wrapped his slick right hand around the top of Ollie's hot shaft. When he slid down, gliding over the skinned head, Ollie groaned deep in his chest and shot out his left hand to return the favor. Andy's back arched as his friend's slick fingers slid down his shaft. "Oh God," he whimpered, "oh God, Ollie, oh fuuuuuck!" He tightened his own grip and began sliding up and down Ollie's thick warmth, rotating his wrist as he went.
"Aaahh!" Ollie yelped, and arched his chest. "Jesus Andy that feels so fucking good!" he panted. "Don't stop man, I'm close!" He pulled faster on Andy's shaft, duplicating the twisting motion that felt so good on his own cock, causing his buddy to squirm violently from the stimulation.
"Me too! Fuck Ollie, I'm gonna nut real soon!" His voice rose higher as he thrust his hips into Ollie's firm grip, and his eyes slid half shut. "Oooh shit!!" His building orgasm didn't stop him from working on Ollie, and each pass of his palm over the exposed head made his roommate's stocky body twitch against his.
Ollie's eyes were half shut as well, and his free right hand was pinching a nipple in time with Andy's strokes. His hips thrust up to meet the slick hand getting him off, and a steady string of soft yelps were coming from him, higher and more desperate as Andy brought him closer to the edge. His dick was as swollen as it had ever been, its rigidity matched by the iron bar he was working on. Within the next few strokes Andy pushed him over the edge, and his climax began. "Coming!!" he managed to gasp out, and then he was writhing helplessly as the first jet of semen exploded from his cock, leaving a wet streak from his shoulder to his abs. The body-on-body contact made his whole body shiver with pleasure, and his second blast was even more energetic, painting the wall between their heads with white juice. His asshole clenched hard in pleasure, and without any conscious thought he steered his dick so the load reached Andy's six pack.
Andy had been on the edge already, desperate to come but wanting to prolong it at the same time. When Ollie started to come he wrapped his friend's slick hand in his free left one, tightening the grip just they way he needed. The cum was already boiling in his balls when Ollie's third load splattered against his torso, and the rich smell of fresh jock spunk rolled into his nostrils just his own dick began to spray in the start of an almost unbearable orgasm.
Ollie's hips were still bucking as his dick finished draining, but he'd regained enough awareness to see what Andy had done. "Oh fuck yeah..." he groaned, "shoot your load Andy. Shoot it...." _Over me, he didn't add, but didn't have to. Andy was already turning his hips so his second shot landed on his groin and in his bush, where it mingled with the lube and semen running down Ollie's cock. Andy's third shot was smaller, but it still reached Ollie's thigh, pooling in the dark hairs.
"Nnnnnhh!" Andy gave one last lengthy groan as Ollie squeezed the last of his load out, both of them squirming in the other's grip. "Ohhhh..." his voice faded away as both of them slowed their movement, their cocks rapidly becoming too sensitive for any more stimulation. They sat there panting for a minute, saying nothing as the men in the video began an enthusiastic 69.
Finally Ollie broke the silence with a deep gust of breath. "Wow." His face was a mix of post-orgasmic bliss and disbelief. "That was...wow."
Andy had a similar expression on his face. "It was something all right. Definitely different." He pulled his hand off Ollie's slowly deflating cock and looked at it thoughtfully: it was thoroughly coated with white juice.
"Yeah it was." Ollie gave Andy one last squeeze and his friend bit his lip and grunted as one last pearl appeared at his piss slit. "You sure had a big load."
"Yeah, I think that might be a record. Ungh!" He bucked his hips as Ollie slid a thumb over his still-hard glans. "You gotta stop Ollie. I'm real sensitive after I come."
"Sorry." Ollie jerked back as he realized that he was still playing with his friend's junk. "I guess I'm just used to a little, you know, post-game action."
"Oh," Andy said, "like...uh, this?" He returned his hand to Ollie's groin and began gently stroking it, sliding the foreskin up and down but steering clear of the sensitive glans.
"Yeah," Ollie nodded, "that feels nice." He leaned back and closed his eyes. They sat there quietly for a minute or two, until Ollie started to wilt a bit. Suddenly self-conscious, Andy let go and pulled away.
Ollie opened his eyes back up, and his face reddened slightly as he processed the cum-drenched scene. He barked a laugh that was part embarrassment, part tension relief. "Good thing I didn't do laundry yet." He stood up and crossed to the laundry basket to grab a tee shirt and toss it to his friend. Andy's eyes darted away, but it was pretty clear he'd been eyeing Ollie's ass. Ollie ignored it and just grabbed another one to start wiping his own crotch off. Five minutes later they were both cleaned up (plus the wall), dressed again, and pretending nothing had changed. But they both knew that wasn't true.
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It was three days after their first encounter before Andy and Ollie got around to a repeat performance: they'd both been busy with rehab, practice, and school, and their schedules on the front end of the week didn't really line up that semester, but Thursday night found them back in the room sprawled out on their beds, studying again. This time it was Andy who broke the ice. He'd been reading the same Mechanics chapter over and over for the last 20 minutes and nothing had been sinking in: despite jerking off daily he'd kept coming back to his and Ollie's encounter (he refused to think of it as a hookup); it didn't help that that was the scene he'd run through his head the last time he'd gotten off. That, and the sight of Ollie's firm ass, with a dusting of hair around the crack that...well, caught his eye, kind of. Finally he got tired of fighting it; his dick was half-hard and he needed some relief, and Ollie was right there. He studied his friend for a minute, taking in the rugged face with the largish nose, the wavy black hair, his full lips that moved slightly as he concentrated on his reading. And he had good shoulders too, Andy realized, really solid under his sweatshirt, and...suddenly Andy wanted to run his hands over them in the worst way.
"Hey."
"Huh?" Ollie looked up as Andrew stood up and walked to his bed.
"I need some relief."
Ollie stared confused for a second at Andy's out-of-nowhere comment, before he caught a look at his buddy's face. Actually, the first thing he'd noticed was the bulge in the tall pitcher's sweatpants, just above eye level. Ollie felt his breath come quicker at the sight, so close he could practically...well, it was right there in front of him, and when he did meet Andy's gaze they both knew what was going to happen next.
Or Andy thought he did: he knew the bottle of lube he wanted was in Ollie's bedside table. He fished it out, ready to go, and when Ollie nodded up at him he took it as a sign to peel his sweatshirt and tee off so he wouldn't mess them up when they swapped handys. For a second, as he was struggling to get them over his head, he just thought Ollie was helping out by tugging his waist band down in front. But then there was warm breath on his crotch, and by the time he shucked his shirt Ollie's mouth had closed around the head of his dick. Andy gasped in surprised pleasure--he hadn't been planning on anything like this, but Ollie's tongue and lips felt so damn good....
Ollie was almost as surprised; he'd been thinking a lot about what they'd done together, and even though he was sure he wasn't gay, he had to admit it'd felt really, really good. Good enough that he knew he'd be willing to try it again, he'd thought, and then that had somehow become _wanting to do it again. The last time he'd rubbed one out he'd even pulled his 'skin down and closed his eyes so he could imagine it was Andy's cock in his hand. They really weren't the same--he was definitely bigger--but the scenario was hot enough to get him off good.
So when Andy'd stood up right there in front of him with that bulge Ollie was very much ready to party. Watching his buddy's lean abs flex as he wiggled out of his shirt had horned him up even more, and he decided he didn't want to wait to get his hands around the package in front of him. Pulling the waistband down, seeing Andy's cropped brown pubes appear and then the base of his swelling cock, that'd been like unwrapping a Christmas present. But then he'd caught a whiff of his scent: fresh from the shower, but with musk underneath the soap that was almost addictive, it smelled so damn good. He'd leaned in to get more of it in his lungs, so when he tugged the sweatpants down Andy's meat had been right in his face. An instinct he didn't even know he had had taken over, and suddenly he had his first cock in his mouth. It was warm and swelling, and it tasted surprisingly good. He sighed and took more of it in his mouth, then slid a hand in his own sweats so he could start beating his meat.
Andy let out a groan, dropped the lube, and clasped his hands over his buddy's head. "Duuude..." he sighed, "shiiiiit...." When was the last time he'd gotten a blowjob? It'd been a few months, for sure. It was weird feeling Ollie's thick wavy hair under his hands instead of a girl's long soft hair, but somehow that was even hotter. He looked down and met Ollie's dark eyes, then nodded. "Get me off and I'll do you," he promised. He was completely hard already, and he doubted it'd take Ollie long to make him shoot. Although his buddy might get there first, at the rate his fist was moving inside his pants. Suddenly Andy wanted to see it. "Take your clothes off," he gasped. He let out a little grunt as Ollie's lips slid off his cock head: the shortstop had really gotten him pretty far down.
Ollie almost hadn't heard Andy at first: there was a small part of his brain that was still amazed he was actually going down on a guy, but he was enjoying the sensations from the cock in his mouth too much to pay much attention. The feel of it was--well, it was unique. But the smell and taste were amazing. He could tell as soon as Andy started leaking the first sweet droplets of precum, and he sucked harder to get more. No wonder girls (well, some girls) liked doing this--it was sure getting his engine going. Andy's words did finally sink in though, and as much as he wanted to keep up with the blow job, the thought of getting naked (and Andy going down on him later) was enough to get him to take a break. He reluctantly let Andy slide out of his mouth, then hurried to get out of his clothes. That familiar thrill ran through him as he did, of getting naked in front of someone he was about to smash with. Sure, this time it was a guy, but Andy was such a good friend it hardly counted as being weird, and in any case his aching dick needed some relief. If taking a load down his throat would get him some, so be it. And honestly, he wasn't complaining. No such thing as bad sex, he thought to himself, and kicked off his sweats and underwear so his hard-on could pop free.
Andy felt his pulse skip a little as Ollie finished getting naked and then lay back on the bed, ready for Andy to feed him some dick. Damn, Andy thought, he's one buff guy. He'd sorta noticed Ollie's body a bit more lately , but now that it was right there in front of him...shit. There was a lot of solid muscle there he hadn't really thought about before, and Ollie's black chest hair wasn't a lot, but he had more than Andy's own light brown stubble, even if he'd let it grow in. And Ollie's led down to a well-defined treasure trail across his abs, straight to that black bush that was really fuckin' manly, honestly. And hovering over it was (Andy swallowed) one helluva nice piece of meat, if he was being honest. Better than his, really. Not that he had anything to be ashamed off, but Ollie's jokes about his salume weren't so far off: it was thick and stiff, jutting up with a bit of a curve to that fat head.... He remembered how it'd felt the other day, how strange it'd been to wrap his hand around an uncircumcised dick--but also exciting. He kicked off his pants, and then before he could stop to think about it he was kneeling between Ollie's legs and sucking his first cock.
Ollie's head snapped back onto his pillow. He'd been totally ready to keep going down on Andy, but instead his bud had returned the favor! He groaned and tangled his hands in Andy's light brown hair, not wanting to scare him off, but also--God!--loving the feel of a warm mouth on his dick. A little teeth in there, sure, but it was still a blow job. And it was so damn hot, having Andy giving it. He was bobbing up and down on Ollie's sausage like a total slut, as hungry as Ollie himself was, which was awesome. Ollie could feel that twinge in his balls that said he was leaking good--and then Andy had pulled off and was sucking on the source, taking his nuts in his mouth one at a time and then both, and Ollie thought he'd lose it, he was so horned up. "Andy, lemme do you," he said hoarsely. "Lemme do you," he repeated. His dick felt so good, but somehow it just made him hungrier for one of his own. And not just anyone's, but his roommate's. Andy looked up at him, eyes glazed as he tongued Ollie's balls, and then nodded. Seconds later he was straddling Ollie's chest and lifting his head up to feed him his dick.
"Mmmphhmmm..." Ollie couldn't get enough; burying his face in Andy's crotch was what he figured it was like doing crack. Well, maybe not that, but damn if it wasn't hot as shit, letting Andy face-fuck him like this. He had a little trouble holding his head up enough so his teeth were out of the way, but then Andy clasped his head and moved it where it needed to go. As he started thrusting Ollie relaxed into it, letting Andy move him where he wanted while Ollie focused on taking his shaft deeper and deeper. He could feel some drool starting to leak out of one corner of his mouth, but he didn't care: Andy tasted so damn good, he didn't care as long as his mouth was full. Even though his own dick was aching for relief he ran his hands up Andy's hips and sides, encouraging the tall pitcher to keep feeding him. His lanky frame was rocking faster now as Ollie sucked more and more juice out of him, and when Ollie moved his hands over his sparse chest hairs to pinch his nips, Andy gasped: "Uhn!" Ollie rolled the stiff nubs between his fingers and felt Andy's cock swell against his tongue; a second later the taste of more fresh precum coated his tongue and Ollie let out a muffled moan of his own. Fuck that tastes good, he thought. Who knew?
When Ollie clamped onto his nips Andy knew it wasn't going to be long: it was like they were wired straight to his dick, and each twist pulled his balls up tighter. He started thrusting harder, not caring about the occasional touch of teeth: the sight of his slick shaft pumping in and out of Ollie's full lips more than made up for it. Fuck this is hot, he thought, I can't take this anymore. Cradling Ollie's head in his left hand still, he wrapped his right around the base of his shaft and his nuts and squeezed; that was all it took. He cried out and started dumping his load into his buddy's warm, hungry mouth. "Unnngyeaah! Aah!!! Aah!!" Andy didn't normally make a lot of noise when he came, but right at that moment he was too horny to care. Ollie was swallowing frantically but he couldn't keep up, and the sight of Andy's cum running down his cheeks just made the pitcher hotter. "Fuuuuck--take it Ollie!" He couldn't help giving one last thrust, even though it made Ollie choke for a second: his dick just felt so damn good in there. He groaned as the last huge wad shot out, and then his orgasm was winding down enough for him to get some self-control back so Ollie could catch his breath. They were both panting hard.
Ollie's face was wet with tears from choking down Andy's last blast, and he could feel the wet spillover on his cheeks, but he didn't care. He swallowed some more of the cum--the flavor didn't bother him at all really--and tried to figure out how he could grab his dick long enough to get off. It ached in that way that said it was ready to pop and Ollie squirmed in frustration; if his friend hadn't been straddling his chest with his arms over his head Ollie could've finished himself off in 30 seconds, easy.
Andy shuddered, then pulled out suddenly: his dick was as sensitive as always after coming, maybe more. Even his--"aaahh!"--Ollie had started tonguing his balls, which felt great but also tickled. He sucked in a shaky breath, admiring the view of his roommate's face buried between his legs, and then remembered his promise. Now that he'd gotten off it didn't get him quite as torqued up as before...but he was kind of curious to try taking it all the way; Ollie had sure liked it. And sucking on Ollie's dick hadn't killed him when he'd tried it a minute ago. Before he could think about it any longer he scooted backwards along the shortstop's torso, admiring the broad chest with its dusting of black hair before moving lower. Something wet hit his ass crack and he paused for a second before he realized it was Ollie's hard on, coated in precum; it felt funny thinking about it resting against him like that. He lifted up so he could get his hips over it and keep going down; when it brushed against his balls and his own semi-hard junk he felt goosebumps go up his back, and saw Ollie shiver too. Andy leaned over and planted his lips on Ollie's sternum, then began working his way lower. He could feel the warm rod bumping his belly as he did, then his chest, then the base of his throat...Ollie's scent caught in his nose, warm and musky and meaty and good, and he didn't have to think anymore. He just opened his mouth and picked up where he'd left off a few minutes ago.
"Uhgad!" Ollie bucked as Andy's warm lips wrapped around him--it felt even better than he'd remembered. "Ahheeee!..." his voice trailed off into a high-pitched whine as Andy started lapping at his head. When the pitcher wrapped one big hand around the shaft and pulled back the foreskin Ollie lost it. He grabbed his discarded sweatshirt and stuffed it in his mouth before the whole dorm heard him wailing--the feel of a rough tongue sliding across his sensitive head and ridge was too much. He could feel his nuts pulled up nearly all the way inside they were wired so tight, and he couldn't stop himself from thrashing around. His dick was rock hard, the whole shaft a solid slab of pleasure ready to burst, and when Andy rolled his tongue around the head again (probably thinking he was just warming up), it pushed Ollie over the edge. He felt the jets of cum blasting out, and his toes curled as he pushed his hips up into Andy's face. His roommate just rolled with it, upping the suction and pumping the shaft in time with Ollie's sobs of pleasure. Ollie could literally feel his balls draining: it felt like a gallon of cum was pouring out of him and into Andy's warm mouth, his shaft sliding through the increasingly soupy mix of spunk and saliva.
Andy swallowed as fast as he could; it was a struggle keeping up. The sensations of sucking off a guy were new and strange, but the feel of having hot sex wasn't, so he just rolled with it. He and Ollie had been friends for so long, this wasn't really that much of a stretch for them. New and different, but damn, if he could get off like this anytime he wanted, and all he had to do was return the favor, why the hell not? And...he had to admit blowing Ollie was pretty hot: the feel and taste of a warm muscular body was something he'd been thinking a lot more about lately, and the real thing was better than his imagination. As Ollie's output slowed to a trickle Andy kept bobbing up and down, remembering how the Italian jock had appreciated the afterplay when they'd jerked each other off.
Ollie let the sweatshirt drop from his face and lifted his head to meet Andy's eyes; they shared a look. "Shit," he said hoarsely, "that was something." His whole body felt limp, like he'd just finished a set of intervals in the gym.
Andy let Ollie slide from his mouth and grinned back as they shared the afterglow. "It didn't suck," he said. They both laughed at that: it was all about the sucking, after all. With that Andy sat back up on his haunches. It should've felt weird, hanging out post-sex with his best friend, but somehow it wasn't awkward at all; Andy actually felt really chill. He patted Ollie's hairy calf. "Well, cool. Guess I'd better get cleaned up and get back to studying, huh?" He smiled to show he wasn't being weird.
"Yep." Ollie lazily rubbed his calves against Andy's. "Helluva a study break though." He gave his softening dick one last squeeze for fun, and was happy to see Andy's eyes tracking the movement. "Maybe do it again sometime?"
"You bet," Andy replied, and got off the bed. Not right away--they had work to do--but it was going to happen again soon, and they both knew it.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
It was two days before the twins got over their lingering discomfort with guy-on-guy action and went down on each other again, but after that they stopped fighting it and started enjoying themselves. Ollie was the first to take a dick all the way to the base, but after some enthusiastic practice Andy was sucking the dark-haired shortstop's fatter cock nearly as well. He still gagged from time to time--Ollie was big, and he bucked a lot when he was coming--but he was good enough at it that Ollie never complained. The opposite, actually: it wasn't a week later before Ollie was leaning next to him in the dugout and whispering how hard he was thinking about Andy sucking his dick later. If he hadn't been wearing a cup Andy would never have been able to hide his hard-on from the team.
And that was getting to be a problem: the doc had, to his own surprise, cleared them provisionally for a bit of playing time. "Never seen anyone get better this fast," he'd said, but he was a crusty old hard ass who watched out for the athletes, so if he said they were okay then Coach Jeremy wasn't going to fight it. Plus he needed all the players he could get, with their schedule getting ready to ramp up for real. Even Tyler had been taking part in practice a bit: his knee wasn't healing as fast as Andy and Ollie's injuries but he was coming along fast too, with his limp fading noticeably. Andy commented on it one time, leading both of them to remark what a nice ass their #1 catcher had. Weird that they were checking him out Andy thought briefly, but then again: he was already counting down the time until he could suck his buddy's dick again that night.
A few whispered exchanges later they both realized they were too horned up to risk showering with the guys. Andy had noticed Kevin, their best relief pitcher, eyeing them as they'd talked (dirty), and realized they needed to play it a little cooler. Come to think of it, some of the other guys had been eyeing them a bit too. Shit--had they tweaked to what was going on?
"Let's go shower back at the dorm," he whispered to Ollie when no one was watching.
"Yeah?" the dark-haired player cocked an eyebrow.
"Some of the guys are kind of giving us the eye...I dunno. Let's be cool, y'know?"
Ollie nodded. "Yeah, I think Tyler kinda noticed me looking at him. And Kevin...."
Andy raised an eyebrow. "Kevin?"
"You've seen him, he's fuckin' packing dude."
The black-bearded pitcher did have a pretty nice unit from what Andy had seen in the locker room, although he was pretty careful to keep it under a towel when he changed. And his body was pretty nice too...funny Ollie had noticed it first though.
"You into him?" Andy asked.
"I'm into getting off," Ollie answered. "Let's get outta here once we're done."
"Sounds good to me," Andy said, then swatted Ollie's ass as he walked away. It'd be weird if they stopped doing that now, he laughed to himself. If only the guys knew....
. . . . . . . . . . . .
They'd made their excuses about forgetting clean underwear to change into--"fuckin' dumbass twins," somebody had joked--then hoofed it back to the dorm. There was actually a line for the showers--neither Andy nor Ollie's families could afford a dorm with en suite baths--so Ollie was already headed back to the room while Andy was still soaping up. The pitcher made sure to make it quick though.
When he got back to the room he wasn't surprised to see Ollie naked and on his back, stroking that nice fat dick of his. What did take him back was the finger his friend had slid deep into his ass. A guilty look shot across Ollie's face and he jerked it back out, but Andy had seen what was going on and they both knew it.
Andy knelt between Ollie's dark-haired thighs, jacking his own dick; it was coming up fast. "So what's up with this?" he asked.
Ollie shrugged, blushing a little. "Nothing."
"Nah? Seems like something." Andy could feel his cock swelling, and it wasn't just his hand. Or even the sight of Ollie's hard on (but that too). The sight of his buddy fingering himself was--well, fuck, it was making him pretty hot. Hot enough to push it a little, just to see. His left hand tickled Ollie's nuts, but quickly went lower, through the fur on his taint until his finger found the soft warmth of the shortstop's pucker. It twitched at his touch, and when Andy pushed gently it met almost no resistance. Ollie let out a soft "uh" and flexed his hips; a clear droplet appeared at his piss slit a second later.
Andy took a shaky breath. His instincts were pulling him to bury his face in Ollie's crotch and take in the scent and taste of his cock like he'd been doing, but this new thing had a pull of its own. He realized he was rock hard, even more than usual, and the soft sound Ollie made when he slid his finger in past the first knuckle made up his mind.
"Just a sec," he said, and hopped off the bed. Ollie didn't say anything, just stroked his shaft slowly as he watched Andy grab the lube from the bedside table. Andy could feel his pulse pounding as he returned to the bed and squeezed a few drops onto his left fingers. Shit, this is really happening, he thought with excitement.
Ollie's cock pulsed when his middle finger touched the warm hole again; the head was a deep, deep red and a pool of precum had formed around the ridge of his foreskin. Andy resisted the urge to take it in his mouth, dragging his gaze away to lock eyes with Ollie. His friend didn't say anything, just shifted his thighs apart a little, giving Andy the go-ahead. He slid his finger in.
"Ueeeennnhhh..." The breathy whine Ollie let out was a sound Andy had never heard him make, not even when they'd been blowing each other. "Oh God," the shortstop breathed, and let go of his cock while he arched his hips. Andy realized his own dick was getting super-sensitive: he was going to come pretty soon if he didn't back off. He reluctantly slowed down his strokes and kept away from the head, settling for squeezing his balls a little.
Ollie's eyes fluttered as Andy started slowly fingering him, and his fists clenched. "Feel good?" Andy asked.
"Yeah," Ollie croaked, "Jesus." Andy wiggled his finger a bit as he moved it in and out, and Ollie sucked in his breath. "Christ," he grunted. He began running his hands over his chest and torso like he did when he was close to coming, and his tan features were flushed.
"You gonna nut?" Andy asked. He hoped not. He was pretty sure they could go more than one round at this, but he didn't want it to end so fast.
"No--but I'm pretty close. Ahhh!" He bucked as Andy's finger began stretching his hole more vigorously. "Fuck that feels good. Put another finger in there."
"You sure?" Andy didn't want to push too fast, but the thought of getting his dick in that tight hole was giving his groin those little tingles that said he was dripping like crazy.
"Yeah, do it," Ollie said, "I can take it." The eager look on his face said he was ready.
And he was. It might've been the extra glob of lube Andy squirted on his fingers, but the second one went in just fine. He didn't see any sign of discomfort on Ollie's face--the opposite in fact. Andy slowly worked his way all the way in, then began moving his fingers around. Ollie let out a long moan and hooked his ankles around Andy's waist. The lanky pitcher shuddered at the touch: he could practically feel his dick up in there. Soon, he thought, he's almost ready. He'd never tried anal before, but what better way than with his best bud? He spread his fingers rhythmically, pushing against the sphincter. Past that rapidly-loosening ring he could feel the slick chute just waiting to be fucked. Inside there was also sort of a lumpy thing. What was that, he wondered. He crooked his fingers, poking at it as he rubbed.
"AHH! FUCK ANDY! AHHHH!" With no warning Ollie's cock erupted, cum flying everywhere as he shot his wad. He hadn't had time to grab his dick his orgasm was so quick, so jizz was just launching all over the place.
Andy felt the ring clamp down, hard, around his fingers, but despite his shock he kept up his massage. Ollie's hips were bucking like they never had when Andy had blown him; it looked like he was having a mind-blowing orgasm. It definitely sounded like it--Andy hoped to God their neighbors stereo was loud enough to drown out the noises he was making. And they were going to have to wash the bedding, he thought. Ollie had grabbed his dick after the first couple of shots, keeping most of his load on his chest and belly, but those first squirts had tagged the sheets and pillow, and maybe even the wall. The smell hit him then and Andy shuddered with arousal. Ollie had better not be thinking they were done yet.
"Shiiiiit," Ollie sighed loudly, "that was lit as fuck." He tugged on his dick, squeezing one last pearl out of it, then let his hand flop on the bed. "What the fuck did you do Andy? That was...damn." He breathed in deeply. "Damn..."
Andy grinned. "Liked that huh?" He'd left his fingers in and was still moving them around a little, not wanting his roommate to think they were done. He sure wasn't.
"Yeahuh," Ollie chuckled weakly. "You hit something in there and..." he shook his head, "I thought it might feel good, but not like that. Wuff!" He let out another deep breath and closed his eyes. After a few seconds he seemed to register what Andy was doing: he opened them slightly and said "Still feels pretty good, really."
"Yeah?" Andy raised his eyebrows and worked on stretching the ring some more. Ollie nodded. His ankles were still around Andy's lower back, and as Andy massaged he began working them lazily up and down the pitcher's hips and ass. They definitely weren't done yet, not by a long shot. If anything, the smell of Ollie's warm cum was just getting Andy hornier. His dick's demands to find a nice warm hole were getting harder to ignore, and he began to work his fingers more forcefully to hurry things along. Ollie was still recovering, but his dick hadn't fully deflated: it was maybe a quarter hard, swollen but flopped to one side, the foreskin slid back most of the way over his head and the whole thing glistening with semen...
It tasted as good as always, Andy thought as he lapped up a streak over Ollie's left pec. It was a little weird to feel some chest hair under his tongue: even though they'd blown each other multiple times they'd never bothered with anything else. They both just wanted to get off, and sucking each other was hot, so they did it. And Andy had quickly gotten past the weird taste and learned to like swallowing; Ollie too. It kind of grew on you, he thought as he worked his tongue down Ollie's treasure trail.
Ollie flexed underneath him and spread his thighs. "That's really hot dude," he sighed. Andy felt his hole loosen another notch.
"Yeah," he muttered. Ollie's bush was tickling his chin, and when Andy turned his head to lick the shaft it rose up to meet him. The smell and taste were... "Mmmmm..." he growled. He couldn't wait much longer. His index finger joined the other two, and when he began working it in Ollie's dick pulsed and thickened.
"Aaahhhhh..." Ollie sighed, "Jesus..."
He'd begun to sweat lightly, the fresh scent going right to Andy's dick. The blond trembled, sweating with excitement himself, and pushed his fingers in further. He hoped he wasn't going too fast, but: he needed to fuck.
Ollie groaned. "Oh God you fuckin' tease, just put it in already!" He began panting lightly, and his hairy thighs were trembling lightly against Andy's sides. It looked like Andy wasn't the only one who needed to fuck.
The pitcher knelt back on his haunches, slid his fingers out (a little grunt from Ollie at that), and with shaky hands blasted some lube onto his already-dripping dick. Some went on the bedspread, but he was past caring: he just wanted that warm hole. As he scooted forward Ollie moved his ankles higher up, tilting his hips for better access. Andy placed his head against the center of the gaping pink circle, then began pressing experimentally, still nervous about going too fast. He'd heard that anal could really hurt, but the way Ollie's ankles were pulling on his hips said that wasn't a problem. That and Ollie's groan of "oh fuuuck that feels good."
Ollie's guts gripped his shaft like a glove, the tight ring squeezing its length as he slid in. He could feel his balls tightening already as the slick rubbing massaged the entire surface of his shaft, the glans, and the sensitive ridge that was overwhelming him with pleasure as it penetrated. "Oh fuck!" He was only partway in, but instinct took over and he started pumping his hips--he couldn't help it. He gritted his teeth in pleasure. "Fuck! You're so--ahhhgg SHIT!" And that was it: his dick was done waiting. A spark of pleasure at the head of his dick ignited, and before he could stop himself it blew through his groin, setting it on fire as he came. He was dimly aware of ramming the rest of the way into Ollie's hole, and his pubes pounding against the fur of his buddy's taint as he pumped deep and hard. Some instinct made Ollie clamp down his ass, and Andy let out another explosive "FUCK!!" as the extra pressure squeezed more cum out of him.
The orgasm was over almost as soon as it began; intense, but so quick Andy half-wondered if he'd imagined it. That happened sometimes when he hadn't gotten off in a while, but shit, he'd just done that yesterday thanks to his roommate. He let out a heavy breath and stopped pumping: his dick was already feeling sensitive. He pulled out, feeling strangely disappointed as he did.
"That was quick," Ollie drawled; a hint of frustration crossed his face.
"Yeah, sorry," Andy muttered. This was really fuckin' embarrassing.
"A regular one-pump chump," Ollie grinned.
Andy felt his face flame red. "Shut up." He began sliding out: he knew his dick needed a little down time right after he came.
"Shit, at least my first time I lasted a good 20, maybe 30 seconds." Ollie's shit-eating grin widened.
God he looks hot, Andy thought. It was the first time he'd actually thought about his best friend that way, but yeah...that tan skin, nice muscles, patch of chest hair, good Italian looks.... Not to mention that fat dick that was still standing straight up. He shook his head to clear it. "Yeah, yeah, I know all about junior prom. We double-dated, remember?"
"Mmhmm. And you porked Jenny DiAngelo under the bleachers. Said you had her begging for it when you put it in."
Andy felt a lopsided grin appear on his face. Begging for it might've been a bit of an exaggeration, but she'd been enthusiastic, no question: rubbing her titties while he slipped on a condom, telling him to hurry up. "Yep, that she was."
"So," Ollie's voice lowered and his hands grazed the front of Andy's thighs, "when you gonna put it in?"
Andy wasn't sure if it was the touch or the husky tone, or both, but he felt something stirring below the waist. His unit was still in recovery, but it was going to be a quick one, he could already tell. "I dunno. Seems like you didn't really appreciate it too much."
"I didn't *appreciate how quick it was over. C'mon Andy, don't leave me hangin'." Ollie wrapped one hand around Andy's cock and balls and began tugging slowly, while his other jacked his own hefty salami.
Andy could feel himself swelling under Ollie's touch. That didn't take long, he thought, then shuddered as Ollie ran a thumb over his lubed-up head. The shortstop gave him a lazy grin and raised his eyebrows in a knowing look. They locked gazes as he kept going, Andy relaxing into it and letting Ollie get him hard again. It felt good, letting his buddy jack him like that. Good, and sexy.
"Play with your nipples," he breathed.
"Yeah?"
"Uh huh."
"Like Jenny DiAngelo?"
Andy nodded. That's what'd been so hot that night: her wanting him so bad. And now here was Ollie...
His buddy took his hands off both their dicks, but held his gaze as he pinched his nipples, then began rolling them between his fingers. His back arched slightly. "Oh Andy, I want your manhood inside me," he breathed in a soft falsetto. The way his dick twitched as he touched himself said he was more serious than he wanted to let on.
Andy took a deep breath and wrapped one hand around his dick; it felt warm and ready for action. His other hand went to Ollie's crotch, two fingers sliding easily into his lubed hole. "In here?" he asked.
Ollie gave a long grunt as he was penetrated again, and another droplet of precum joined the glaze on his dick head. "Fuck me Andy," he muttered, "fuckin' do it already."
Andy didn't need any more encouraging. He smeared another dollop of lube over his hard on, and positioned himself to go back in, just like before. Ollie grabbed the back of his thighs and pulled them up and apart, opening his no-longer-virgin hole for what it needed. When Andy began sliding in they both let out low growls of pleasure.
"Fuck that feels good," Ollie breathed when Andy's smooth balls were finally nestled against his ass crack. He'd let go of his thighs to wrap them around Andy's torso, and his hands had gone back to pinching his nips.
"You're so freakin' tight," Andy said. "So awesome." He began rocking his hips, hoping he would hold out longer than before. Ollie had started rocking underneath him, clenching his glutes to grind on his dick, and it felt amazing. Way more muscular than pussy, he realized, and somehow that made it hotter. He increased the length of his thrusts.
"Ohhh yeah..." Ollie sighed. "Fuck yeah Andy...don't stop." His eyes were slits as he looked up at his friend. "Fuck my ass." His dick was a reddish purple pillar standing up from the black bush of his groin, glistening. Andy wrapped one big hand around it and ran his thumb over the exposed head, causing Ollie to jerk from the sensations. "Oh fuck," he whimpered, "fuck." His hands clenched as Andy started jerking him slowly, in time with his thrusts.
The sensation was weird at first. He'd jerked off plenty of times, and lately he'd gotten used to the feel of Ollie's dick in his hand. And he'd fucked a few girls, so even though it was a muscular ass clamped around his dick instead of a pussy, it was still pretty similar. But now he was doing both at once, like jacking off (if his dick was bigger, hairier, and uncut) with the sensation of fucking instead of his hand. He shook his head to clear it and get back in the game: whatever it was, it felt good. Like the sensation of Ollies muscular, hairy thighs against his torso, pulling him in tight as he thrusted. Or the smell of sex coming off of them: rough and masculine sweat, mixed with fresh cum. "Oh my God this is hot," he breathed; he was working Ollie's hole over good now, balls slapping against his furry ass.
"Jesus yes," Ollie agreed. "Harder man, fuckin' pound me." His back arched and his eyelids fluttered as Andy complied. "Don't stop Andy, don't stop! I'm so fuckin' close--fuck your dick feels so good! DON'T STOP!" He began rolling his head from side to side, whimpering.
Andy was sweating from his exertion now. His first come had taken the edge off, but Ollie's ass was doing things to him that were very, very nice, and he was getting close himself. He gritted his teeth and started long-dicking the jock hole that was making him feel so good. "Oh fuck!" he grunted, "Goddamn Ollie--ahh!" The tingle deep in his balls said it wouldn't be long now.
Longer than Ollie though. His roommate let out an explosive "AHFUCKFUCKFUCK!!", wrapped one hand over Andy's to start jerking his dick with a vengeance, and then grabbed a pillow with the other and jammed it over his face. A muffled "FUCK MY FUCKIN' ASS! FUUUUCK!" came from it, and then just muffled cries as jets of hot semen erupted from his rigid dick.
Andy watched in amazement as Ollie cut loose. He'd always thought he was pretty decent at fuckmanship, but Ollie seemed to like it like nobody else. He felt a burst of pride that his dick had gotten such a response, and redoubled his efforts. Ollie shrieked again as Andy's pubes rammed against his ass, and spit a monster glob of white goo straight up in the air, streaking Andy's chest and abs on the way down. It was the hottest thing Andy had ever experienced. His dick swelled as the scent of Ollie's spunk filled his nostrils, and his balls churned. Almost there....
Ollie's body was still jerking, but more weakly now as his orgasm passed. He convulsed lightly, and made one last muffled "UNHHHH..." into the pillow before letting it fall from his face. He was red from exertion, and his eyes were glazed; Andy thought he looked hot as fuck.
"So hot," he whispered. He was almost there... "Ahunnnh..."
Ollie had enough awareness to realize what was going on, apparently. "Do it Andy," he croaked. "Fuckin' come in my ass bro. Do it!" He shuddered as Andy pumped frantically, eyes screwed shut. "Blow that fuckin' load Andy!"
A half-dozen thrusts later Andy did. This time his orgasm lasted long enough to enjoy, starting from the sensitive helmet head and rolling down his shaft until it ignited his balls, triggering them to unleash. He could feel the cum pouring out of him in a wave of pleasure, but only half-heard the noises he was making. It didn't matter. All he knew was how good he felt doing this, and that he never wanted it to end.
Eventually it did of course, and he came to his senses realizing that he'd shot one hell of a load: it was leaking out of Ollie's ass with every thrust. The hole that was so tight a few minutes ago was a lot looser now, and a lot sloppier too. Its owner looked up at him with an expression that Andy immediately thought of as "well-fucked." Which was probably how he looked, come to think of it. With a satisfied groan he slid out of Ollie's ass and collapsed next to him on his back. The twin bed was a tight fit for two, but he was too relaxed to care. And anyway, Ollie felt good next to him. Sweaty and sticky, but still... "Holy crap," he breathed.
"No shit," Ollie agreed, "we should've done that a long time ago. I had no idea." He gave Andy's gooey shaft a friendly squeeze. "Not bad at all."
"You too," Andy patted his friend's thigh. "But man, I can't believe we just did that. I mean, it was great, but wow--what the fuck, right?" They both lay there for a few minutes, thinking as they recovered.
"Yeah...the last few weeks have been interesting..." Ollie said thoughtfully. "Ever since--"
"--the stuff," Andy finished for him. "Could that be it? I mean, it couldn't, right? It just got me healed up real fast, and now I feel great--"
"--And horny."
"Yeah, super horny."
"That was really good though" Ollie said, "Totally worth it, right?"
"Oh yeah. Definite thumbs up." Andy made the appropriate sign.
'For reals. But, like, I never would've, but I'm just so horny all the time now, y'know? I just had to blow off some steam."
"Shit," Andy chuckled, "we've been doing plenty of blowing lately." They both lay there quietly for a minute or two, thinking about their recent experimentation. "Should we stop?" he finally asked.
Ollie didn't look surprised at the question; he must've been thinking the same thing. "You want to?"
"Weeeell...." Andy squirmed. He didn't want to stop: getting off on the regular, without the hassle of a girlfriend and relationship baggage, was great. But saying yes meant, well something. Admitting he was into this gay stuff, for starters. And he was 99% sure Ollie was equally into it, but that 1% made him want to hold back a bit. Just in case. "No, I'm cool. Y'know, if you are."
"Hmf!" Ollie snorted lightly through his nose. "Dude, straight up: I've never had to do that thing with a pillow before. Like, ever." He wiped at one of the cum streaks coating his belly. "So, yeah, we're cool."
Andy felt relief at Ollie's answer, not to mention a bit of pride at his cocksmanship skills. "It is pretty cool being able to get off basically whenever we want," he said carefully.
Ollie snorted softly. "Yeah, for sure. Thank God we're roommates."
"Yeah, that worked out, huh? What would you do if Kevin were your roomie?"
"Shut up, douche." Ollie punched him lightly in the arm. "You can't say you haven't noticed that sausage too."
Andy shrugged a little uncomfortably. This thing with Ollie was one thing, but admitting he'd started noticing other guys--a lot--made him feel weird. "I guess."
"Fuckin' liar." Ollie punched him in the arm again, then rolled onto his side to face him. "I see you sneakin' peeks. Especially lately. Tyler?..." He raised his eyebrows.
"Well yeah...he's a good-lookin' guy. I mean, come on." Lately Andy had found himself eyeing the catcher more than once, or making up excuses to be near him. It was embarrassing, honestly.
"And?..."
"Okay, yes, fine, he's got a great ass. I've noticed, okay?" Andy was starting to feel a little irritated at this line of questioning.
"There you go then." Was it Andy's imagination, or did Ollie look relieved? "You notice a good-looking guy or two, and so do I. It's the locker room, it's just normal, right?"
"Yeah, right. Guys do it all the time." Andy suddenly registered the "or two." "Who else?"
"Huh?"
"You said you notice a good-looking guy 'or two'--who else?" Andy had found his eye drawn to just Tyler at first, but the last few days he had to admit he'd noticed a few others. He thought he was being a perv, but if Ollie was doing the same thing then maybe it was just normal guy stuff. Like blowing your best friend daily, then fucking him up the ass, part of him commented. No homo.
Ollie blushed, then cleared his throat. "Coach."
"Coach _Jeremy?!" Andy was floored.
Ollie shrugged, bright red. "Well, you asked. He's usually in those sweats, but I've seen him work out in the gym; he's really cut. You gotta admit, he's a good-lookin' guy."
"But he's our coach! And he's like, waaay older dude." Andy was shocked...but he had to admit that Ollie was right. And lately...he had sorta noticed more when Coach was being friendly to him: squeezing his shoulder or patting him on the ass on the way to the dugout. He'd put it down to his general horniness, but...okay, yeah, their coach had a rockin' bod.
"He's 29 dude." Ollie rolled his eyes. "And anyway, just sayin'. It's not like I'm slobbing on his knob or anything."
Andy made an intuitive leap. "...But you would if you could...."
Ollie blushed again. "I dunno. Maybe. I mean, you and I...that's fun, right?"
Andy looked down at the cum streaks on their bodies and on the sheets; the room reeked of male sex. "Duhyeah."
"So--not that it would ever happen--but yeah, I guess if he offered or something...."
"You'd suck his dick?"
"Yeah, why not?"
Andy realized this topic was getting him horny again. Already? He thought. He rolled on his side to face his friend. "You'd swallow his load like you do for me?" he asked.
Ollie nodded. "Sure." He must've seen something in Andy's face, because his own expression sharpened. "How about you? Would you go down on him?"
It was Andy's turn to nod. He hadn't thought specifically about doing anything with any other guys really, beyond just noticing them more lately. But now that Ollie had opened up the topic...He had a vision of Ollie sucking Coach's dick (whatever it actually looked like), and felt his cock thickening again. "Maybe we both could," he said tentatively.
Ollie took a deep breath, and Andy couldn't help noticing his dick was thicker than it'd been a couple of minutes ago. "Yeah, we could do that. If it came to it. I mean, it never would, but..."
"It'd be pretty cool," Andy finished.
"You want balls or dick first?" Ollie asked.
Andy snorted. "What the fuck sort of question is that? Fine, balls, whatever. You're so hot for him, you can take his load."
"I just said 'first' dude. We could share his load." Ollie reached down and gave Andy's shaft a long slow tug. The pitcher was already swollen, and the touch did wonders to finish bringing him erect. That, and the thought of sharing their coach's cock with Ollie.
"Yeah...yeah, we could do that...." He wrapped his hand around Ollie's shaft and felt it thickening in his grip. "Pass it back and forth or whatever." He had a vague idea of both of them slobbing on the dick together; he'd seen enough pornos to know they could make it work.
"Uh huh..." Olli was hardening rapidly. He gave a wry snort. "What if he's really small?"
"What if he's really big?" Andy responded. He could see Ollie's eyes widen at the thought. "What if he's thick like Kevin?" He gave Ollie a squeeze and felt it pulse.
"Mmm...I could try that maybe." Andy could see the wheel's turning in his friend's head, and knew he was more than a "maybe." "What about Tyler?" Ollie asked, "Would you fuck his ass if he asked?"
It was Andy's dick's turn to throb. Tyler had a nice ass on that lean frame of his; Andy had sneaked more than a few peeks the last several days as the catcher did his rehab exercises; there was a lot of stretching and toe touching that Andy couldn't keep his eyes away from for long. His glutes were smooth, but you could catch a glimpse of brown fur in his crack if you were lucky; Andy got a feeling that a couple of the other guys might've been noticing it in the locker room lately too. And Tyler had been less shy with the towel recently, especially since he'd gotten out of crutches. "You think he's using the same stuff we are?" he asked.
Ollie paused for a second, considering the question. "Yeah, probably. I just sorta assumed, since we all got injured at the same time, and the team really needs him, and he's gotten better way faster than the doc thought. But that's not what I asked," he said, and twisted his grip to work Andy's sticky head over good; the pitcher sucked in his breath from the stimulation. Ollie grinned. "Would you fuck him?" He started jerking the blond pitcher a little faster, eyes wide. "Fuck him hard?"
Andy could tell the thought was turning Ollie on; it was sure turning him on. "Yeah," he sighed, "yeah, why not?" Maybe up against a locker after practice, or...shit, the thought of fucking was making him horny again.
"How?" Ollie's fatty pulsed in the pitcher's hand as he asked the question.
"Uh, up the ass?"
"No shit, Sherlock," Ollie snorted, "I mean, what position?" He leaned in a bit and locked his dark eyes on Andy's face while his stroking grew longer and more aggressive; Andy started hunching against it as he considered.
"Doggie style," he finally decided. He gave Ollie's shaft a good squeeze, then tickled his balls a little; the short stop jumped and sucked in his breath a little, eyes widening. Andy leaned in close enough to feel Ollie's warm breath on his face. "I'd bend him over and fuck him from behind, long and deep," he added huskily. He could feel Ollie dripping against his forearm, and knew he was doing the same.
Ollie licked his lips. For a second Andy thought he might say something, but he just let go and then rolled over on his hands and knees. Once he was in position he looked over at the tall pitcher. "Well?"
Andy didn't need to be asked twice; plus, Ollie was now taking up most of the small bed. The blond hopped off and grabbed the lube, then greased back up while Ollie watched. When he was done the stocky Italian arched his back and dropped his head. "Put it in Andy. Hurry up."
"Scoot back. I wanna do you standing up."
"Like in the locker room?" Ollie shot him a grin as he maneuvered until his shins were half off the foot of the bed, then spread his knees.
"Uh huh." Andy grabbed his friends furry balls and gave them a slow tug with his greased-up hand, then slid his grip up the shaft. "Just like that," he sighed, and gave Ollie a few nice long strokes while he admired the view. A nice amount of hair on the ass and thighs (not too much, just enough to be a man's ass), but smooth above the narrow waist. The muscles flexing and popping as Ollie moaned and began rocking into his grip. Andy ran his left hand over Ollie's back, admiring how it felt; Ollie squirmed under his touch. "Nice..." Andy breathed, and slid his hand back up to lightly squeeze and tug the shortstop's nuts again before sliding his thumb up the taint and into the center of that furry crack until--there it was. The hairless ring twitched when he touched it, and his digit met almost no resistance on the way in. He began to massage it, pushing a little deeper into that wet warmth each time and tugging down to stretch the ring open more every time he withdrew.
Ollie's hands were clenched in fists and his eyes were screwed shut as he pushed back. By the time Andy was in as far as he could go his breathing was ragged, and when the pitcher began moving his thumb in circles, he sobbed. "Shit Andy! Do it already! Ahhhunnh!" His head dropped and his legs had begun to quiver.
"Fuck yeah," Andy breathed. He slid his thumb out of the sloppy hole and wasted no time putting his helmet head in its place. The moment he made contact Ollie was pushing back on him, so he just went for it. Between the previous fuck, the fingering, and the mix of lube and cum greasing Ollie's chute, there was almost no resistance. He was balls-deep before he realized it, his buddy's guts wrapped around his dick, and there was nothing left to do but start fucking. He shuddered as he slid most of the way out, then gripped Ollie's hips and plowed back in. Ollie let out a muffled cry that lengthened into a moan as Andy's cock slid back out a second time, and the tall blond took that as a sign to go ahead. He let out a grunt of his own when he rammed his hips up against Ollie's taut ass, while Ollie repeated his whimper, only louder.
"Jesus," Andy breathed hoarsely, and pounded the warm hole a third time; this was going to be a personal best for one evening. Ollie had clenched his hole for this stroke, and the sensation of slick friction along his shaft was intense. "Oh Jesus," he repeated. He picked up the pace and felt the sweat starting to run down his underarms from the exertion. It was worth it though: his cock felt so good. He shortened his strokes for a bit so he could go faster, varying the depth a bit until his head was pounding Ollie's magic spot.
The short stop's hands scrabbled on the bed as he was fucked; he'd stuffed a wad of sheets in his mouth as he squirmed and rocked, but it couldn't stop the wail of pleasure he was making continuously. If the sounds weren't very clear his body language sure was.
Andy returned to his long-dicking power fuck mode, in a frenzy to get off. He could feel a tingle in his groin that intensified every time his crotch slammed into Ollie's ass (hard enough to knock balls), and knew he'd be ready to nut soon. For a brief second he had time to think: holy shit, I'm totally banging my best friend up the ass--again!--but then it was swept away by the wave of pleasure rising up from his nuts. "Shit!" he groaned, "Gonna fuckin' come Ollie! Ahh!" He pressed down on Ollie's hips to lock him in place, then began his final sprint to the finish line. He was vaguely aware of Ollie jacking himself furiously and then the cum boiled up from his balls and all he cared about was shooting his load. "Fuck!" he shouted, and unleashed the first jet into Ollie's furry ass. "Oh fuck oh God oh fuck!" Ollie was coming too: Andy could feel his buddy's ass spasming as he shouted a muffled "Fuck me!" into the sheet. The extra friction on his dick felt amazing as he slammed home again and again, moaning wordlessly now along with Ollie as their orgasms took them away.
Even after he'd finished shooting (as near as he could tell: there was a lot of juice in there now), he kept thrusting: it wasn't a full-on orgasm anymore, but his dick still felt really good in there. He'd have to pull out real soon he knew, but he wanted to enjoy the last few seconds of pleasure. "Oh my fucking God," he groaned, "that was the shit." He ran his hands over Ollie's sweaty back, enjoying the feel of muscular flesh, and sighed. "Goddamn, Ollie." Okay, that was it now: his dick needed some down time. He slid out with a wet pop and a trickle of jizz followed after, running down Ollie's taint. It should've been gross, but after the sex they'd just had he found it was actually kind of hot, like he'd left his mark or something. He was too tired to think about it anymore though.
"Holy shit," Ollie mumbled. He flopped on his side, leaving room for Andy, and looked down. His hand was coated with spooge, and there were thick white stripes on his abs and the bedspread. "I've never come that much the second time." He looked around him and gave a weak chuckle. "What a fuckin' mess." He shook his head. "Holy shit," he repeated. He weakly wiped his hand off on his abs and chest, so at least it wasn't dripping.
Not stopping to think, Andy leaned in and licked it up. He knew it was weird, and maybe gross, but he couldn't help it: something about the smell and taste of his roommate's spunk was just irresistible. And Ollie wasn't stopping him. When he'd gotten most of it he looked up; Ollie was giving him an odd look, but he didn't seem grossed out or anything.
"You liked that?"
"Uh huh." Andy felt his face turning red, but it was too late now.
"Huh." Ollie didn't say anything more, but he had a considering look on his face. If Andy's dick hadn't just been up his ass the pitcher was pretty sure Ollie would be down there cleaning it up right now. A little gross under the circumstances though.
"Welp, uh...guess we're done here?" Andy said. His balls felt good and drained anyway, at least for the time being.
"Yeah, I think my ass needs a bit of a rest." Ollie cocked a half grin and shook his head. "Maybe more than a little."
Andy rolled off the bed and began wiping the cum off his torso; he needed another shower but if he went right back now people would notice. "Not too long I hope," he grinned back, then tugged on his hang a couple times to make the point. He tossed the cum rag to his buddy.
"Probably not," Ollie chuckled. "Think I should wash these sheets though?"
"Probably not," Andy replied, and they both laughed until tears came down their faces. What a semester, he thought, what a semester.