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Chapter 34: "Away Game part 1: Friday
So if you're reading this, stop. Really, just stop. I'm just writing this down because...well, my parents sent me to this shrink in junior high, and she got me to write down stuff to help me sort through it, and it actually kinda helped, so I'm trying it again. But that doesn't mean I want anyone up in my business, so just burn this if you find it.
First off, I'm straight. Or straight-ish. Like, I've definitely had sex with women--being on the baseball team makes that pretty easy. And I like to think I'm pretty good-looking: maybe a little short, but I work out a lot and I'm pretty stacked. Not crazy, but you know: I've got pretty good arms and pecs. I wish I had a six-pack like Andy or a few of the other guys on the team, but they've just got the magic genes, and I'm pretty OK with that. And anyway, I get laid if I feel like it, so whatever: good enough.
And I like chicks, I really do. I've jerked off plenty of times thinking about some of our cheerleaders, and I always just check out straight porn if no one swipes right. But...okay, whatever, no one is ever going to read this, so...I gotta admit sex was always fine, it always felt good. I'll eat pussy, no problem. And I can get off with a chick every time. But I'm never _into it in the way a lot of the guys are, either in high school or in college now. Maybe it's just because I have "borderline reactive attachment disorder" like my parents said. But my therapist said they were full of shit and not to worry about it. I still remember that: Mom and Dad getting all stressed and trying to pretend they weren't, and I was...13 I think...and thinking the therapist was gonna give me drugs or something. But all we did was talk, and after a couple weeks she just said "Eric, some kids just don't make a lot of friends, and that's OK. It doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you." I was so fucking relieved! And then we just talked about how to maybe make friends--I guess I'm just not real good at it. So that's when I started the journaling stuff, and even though it seemed pretty lame it actually helped. Mrs. Sykes, that was her name. She was cool.
So I learned how to get along better, and by 9th grade I wasn't the "weird kid" anymore. I started getting good at baseball, and it was awesome. And being short isn't a problem for catchers, so that was cool. And then I started getting laid my sophomore year, and that was definitely cool. Way better than beating off.
But I never was into it beyond the sex part. Never had a girlfriend, and didn't care TBH. So maybe my folks were right? Sort of? I don't know.
I definitely didn't worry about it. I had good stories for the locker room, and no one in college is talking about settling down. Hell, most of the guys just had a flavor of the week (or night) going on, so I figured we were all on the same page. Sure, sometimes they'd talk about hookups in a way that said they were more into it than they wanted to let on, but not that much. So even if I was just as happy rubbing one out as smashing with some rando I didn't think much about it.
Which I guess is why I'm doing this journal thing. Because some weird shit went down a couple weeks ago, and now I'm not so sure what's up. Like, I've been thinking about sex more and wanting stuff in a way that I never cared about before. Stuff I'd never thought about, like ever. But now it's in my head and I'm hoping if I write it out I can sort it out. I guess I'll see.
So looking back I guess there'd kind of been a vibe or something building for a while this season. I didn't notice anything really, and I don't think anyone else really did, but there were these moments...like, guys would be horsing around in the locker room shooting the shit, slapping asses, bragging about hookups, and it would be just like normal. But then it would get just a little bit weird, and suddenly there'd be this...I dunno...like just before a thunderstorm or something. You'd catch a couple guys eyeing each other just a fraction longer than normal, or a few guys would start chubbing up just a little, or the "no homo" shit would be a little edgier than usual. No one ever said anything, but looking back it seems like guys were maybe bragging a little more than usual about their hookups.
But at the time I wasn't thinking about that at all. I do remember thinking I was jerking off more than usual, especially after practice, but you know how it is: sometimes you just go on a tear, and you're rubbing one out left and right. But that was it, nothing too weird. But now I'm wondering if my situation wasn't already starting then. Or maybe not. Hell, I don't know.
Our road trip didn't seem like it'd be anything special. We'd play the usual Friday/Saturday/Sunday four-game series against Mesa; it'd be a tough one, but we were on a roll and everyone was amped. Coach Jeremy had really gotten us pulling together, and it just felt like we were really gonna crush it.
We didn't exactly do that, but we ground it out to an 8-7 win in the 11th, thanks to Nash's double that brought the winning run in. He was the hero of the night, that was for sure. Not a superstar, but like Coach Ryan said "everyone matters." Nash is a super-cool guy too, never lets anything get to his head. It was good to see him feeling some team love. He's a great guy.
So we were all riding the adrenaline when we got back to our rooms. With two games Saturday it was an early lights-out, but as long as we weren't sneaking out for beers or anything the coaches were pretty chill. I'd ended up rooming with the twins and Kevin. Like I said, I'm not really good at making friends, but with Kevin and Andy pitching we already knew each other pretty well and got along fine. And of course Andy never went anywhere without Ollie, so he was a given for our fourth roommate. Every now and then someone would make a joke about them being boyfriends, but they'd bagged so many women between them (and together a few times if you believed the rumors) no one took it seriously. Looking back now I can see that they didn't really talk much about the tail they'd been getting this season, or at least they didn't share the details like usual, but it was like all the locker room stuff: no one really noticed. We sure didn't care.
We had the usual bullshit argument about who was gonna share a bed with who: our team might be doing well, but there wasn't enough money for everyone to get their own bed. Even the coaches had to double up two to a room. Somehow Tyler ended up odd man out--with 45 guys on the team someone had to be--so he got to room with Coach Jeremy. Everyone grumbled at his luck not having to share a bed, which now, wow. SMDH is all I've got to say about that. Maybe more later.
So I ended up bunking with Andy in the bed near the bathroom, which was cool: I usually have to piss at least once in the middle of the night, so the less stumbling around the better. Ollie and Kevin got the other bed, with Ollie grumbling when Kevin snagged the spot nearest the AC unit. "I've got more insulation man," he whined, showing off his slightly furry chest.
"Bullshit," Kevin said. He wasn't Italian like Ollie--actually, he's pretty pale under that black hair--but he's got decent chest hair. "I'm as furry as you, and I've got a beard too, so suck it." It was all bullshit anyway: none of us really cared. It was just a chance to fuck with each other, and we all knew it. So Ollie grumbled but plunked down. He did grab the remote though, and started flipping through the channels.
Andy hit the bathroom while he was still trying to find something we could all agree on, leaving the three of us to argue over "Taken 2: the Whatever" and ESPN reruns. I remember kinda wishing we could watch some porn--I was still on that horny streak--but there was no way we could charge a movie to our rooms without getting busted.
"Your boy's been in there a while," Kevin commented.
Ollie rolled his eyes. "He takes the longest shits, I swear." He looked at us and got this sly grin. "You guys should fuck with him." I really wasn't looking to bust in on Andy pinching a loaf, but Kevin was more into it.
"Yeah?" he asked; his eyebrows went up.
"Yeah." Ollie waved the remote. "Just bust in there and tell him you need a Kleenex or something." He grinned, and I remember thinking how white his teeth were. Seriously, like a toothpaste commercial or something.
Kevin laughed. "All right. But if I do we watch that 'Taken' movie. I wanna see whatsisname kick some ass. 'I will find you...'"
"Okay, okay," Ollie said. "Just do it."
Kevin tiptoed to the bathroom door, which just looked ridiculous. The guy is 6' 1" and pretty built, and there he was sneaking like he was some sort of ninja or something. It was actually pretty funny. He shot us a smirk then popped open the door. "Just need a Kleenex Andy!" he said extra-loud.
At almost the exact same time we heard Andy shout "Hey! You fuckin' knock Kevin?!!" He sounded pretty pissed.
Kevin beat a retreat and closed the door real fast, then staggered back to his bed with his hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh out loud.
We both looked at him, wondering what that was all about. "You catch him wiping?" Ollie asked.
"No man," Kevin was turning red from holding it in and then he just cut loose, laughing his ass off; it took him a minute before he could talk.
"What?" I asked. It had to be good, and I wanted to know.
"Sorry, it's not really that funny. But man..." he looked at Ollie, "your roomie is totally beating his meat in there." He wiped his eyes. "You shoulda seen the look on his face."
"You sure?" Ollie asked.
"Dude, I know a hard on when I see one, and he had his wrapped up tight."
We all started laughing then, not a little bit because who hasn't had a close call, and we were glad it wasn't one of us. When that died down Ollie looked at me and said "Eric, dude, you have to go in there."
"What? No way man, I don't wanna see that shit." Although actually I was a little bit curious. Guys are always doing a little comparing in the locker room, but you know that soft and hard are not the same. I mean, I'm basically average soft, but more than one chick has told me I'm a bit thicker and longer than average. So I kinda felt like at 6 or 6 1/2" I could take Andy, but I kinda wanted to know, you know?
"C'mon Eric," Ollie egged me on, "he's probably just getting back into it. You can totally fuck with him."
"You do it then," I grumbled.
"Oh no way," he lifted his hands up. "He will fucking kill me. He'll put a pillow over my face when I sleep."
"Just do it," Kevin put in. "I saw the beast and I survived. He's not that scary."
"Easy for you to say," I said. Soft and hard aren't the same, but we all had seen what Kevin was packing and there was no way he wasn't more hung than most of us, if not everyone. Although as I was thinking about that I realized Ollie might give him a run for his money.
"C'mon bro, hurry up," Ollie urged me. "Three seconds and then you can wipe your poor memory with a movie. But no deal if you get there too late."
"Fine," I agreed. I've gotta admit I was feeling a little curious. The only hard ons I'd seen before then were in pornos and I didn't really care about them. Would a real one just look the same, or would it be different somehow? Not that it matters obviously, but sometimes you just have to satisfy your curiosity to get it out of your system, right?
So I got up and headed to the bathroom. I didn't do the same ninja bullshit Kevin did, but I did make sure to keep quiet. I took a deep breath and then before I could think about what I was thinking I just popped the door open and announced "Hey Andy, just need a Kleenex real quick man!"
Andy had definitely not thought anyone would bust in on him a second time. He was leaning back against the toilet tank, eyes closed and face flushed as he yanked his crank. His legs were spread as much as they could be with his pants around his ankles, and I had a clear view of his dick. My first thought was "Guess we're pretty much tied." Although as I took a closer look I felt a bit better: I was thicker than our star pitcher, and my head is bigger when I'm hard. But Andy'd trimmed his pubes a lot shorter than I did, and it definitely made him look good and long. And he was a deeper red than I usually get.
Obviously I had like a fraction of a second to take that in before his eyes shot open and he bent over his lap, trying to hide what he was doing. "GODDAMNIT YOU FUCKERS!" he shouted. His face turned bright red, and I felt a little bad for the guy. I mean, we were friends more or less, and I wouldn't give him shit about it or anything, but if I were him I probably would've been freaking out a little.
I know I should've just backed out like Kevin did, but I still wasn't sure about which of us was longer and I kinda wanted to get another peek so I could know once and for all. The bathroom wasn't too big and didn't have a vent fan; I could smell the lotion he'd been using, and a woodsy/musky scent that had to be him. That and what I was pretty sure was a faint touch of precum. I felt weird as hell, because in some ways that was what I was used to when I rubbed one out. But at the same time it was a different guy and all the details were just a little different. It just kind of...I dunno...fascinated me I guess. It definitely was not the same as just watching a guy fucking on a computer screen.
"Christ Eric, do you have to..." Andy waved around a bit and I realized I had no idea how long I'd been standing there.
I forced a chuckle; I was still trying to process the weird shit going through my head. "Just checkin' in on you man," I said.
His face was tight--yeah, he was pissed. "Fuckers," he said as I backed out. Just before I pulled the door closed he leaned back and I caught another glimpse; he was still hard, and his dick was glistening.
When I stepped around the corner Ollie and Kevin both gave me shit-eating grins, and I started to relax too; it really was pretty damn funny.
"Nice one bro," Kevin said.
Ollie gave me a high-five as I walked past him and flopped back down on my bed. As promised the movie was showing. "He's gonna be so pissed," the shortstop said, and shot me a shit-eating grin.
"Oh yeah," I agreed. But I couldn't help grinning back. For a second an image of Andy's boner flashed in my head again, and then for whatever reason I was thinking about how both Ollie and Kevin were bigger than either of us. I never should've looked--now I was gonna be mentally measuring up against everyone on the team. Too late though.
A couple minutes later Andy came in, looking ticked off as expected. His right hand was still shiny from the lotion and I wondered if he'd finished himself off before he came out, or if I'd wrecked his night for good. "Gimme that fucking remote" he growled at Ollie, snatching it out of his hand. "We're watching fucking ESPN." He threw himself on the bed to my right and stabbed at the buttons until he got to the channel he wanted. I wasn't sure that NASCAR was really Andy's deal, but it didn't seem like a good time to bring it up.
No one said anything for a while. Ollie and Kevin were still pretty amused, and I was kinda feeling the same; beside me I could feel Andy cooling off slowly. "You fuckers," he finally said, "I just want ten fucking minutes to drain my balls, and you can't even give me that." He shook his head. "Goddamnit," he muttered. I noticed that his free hand was kind of rubbing over his crotch though--guess he'd thrown in the towel after all.
"Hey hombre, we're all in the same boat," Ollie put in. If anyone could talk the guy down it'd be his besty. "Not like we're getting any puss tonight either. Can't help it that you're such a horn dog."
Andy still looked put out, but it was pretty clear he couldn't stay mad at Ollie for too long. For a second it looked like he was going to say something, but he just shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Ten minutes," he muttered.
"Hey, if you need ten minutes you're not that bad off," Kevin threw in.
That got Ollie's attention, and mine too honestly. I'd never timed myself, but ten minutes seemed about right. Less I guess if I was already horny and hard, and in a hurry, but usually I like to take longer. Y'know, why waste the moment? So I was kinda surprised Kevin thought that was a long time. "Why, how long do you take?" Ollie asked him, looking over.
"I dunno, it depends. Five minutes maybe?" Kevin shrugged. It must've been the energy I'd caught from Andy, but suddenly I pictured Kevin in the bathroom, tugging away on that huge dick of his. It made me feel funny, thinking about it. But the picture was still there.
"If you're ready to go, maybe," Andy put in. "But I need a little warmup." I was pretty sure his dick was starting to fill out his his boxers, or at least something was pushing them out so the fly was open. I caught a glimpse of his shaft before I looked away; I didn't want to get caught sneaking a peek. Lying next to him I could catch whiffs of that same woodsy/musky smell coming off him, and I realized I was taking deep breaths. Did the other guys notice it? Now that I did I couldn't _not notice it. I've always had a good sense of smell and taste though--at home I was the designated "Does this smell spoiled?" person in our house--so it was probably just me. Maybe it was Andy's deodorant or some cologne or something--I remember thinking I should ask him about it and get some for myself. It smelled really good.
Before I could say anything though Kevin continued. "What, we're not enough for you?" he teased.
Andy shook his head. "Not likely. But you know what, screw all of you. You wanna watch me jack it, be my guest. I'm gonna get my fuckin' nut, and then I'm gonna sleep like a baby." With that he tugged his boxers down and kicked them off, lying there in just his tee shirt. I'd been right: he was already more than half hard, and when he wrapped his hand around his shaft it started filling out fast.
"Well shit Andy, if you're on a mission..." Ollie said. The next thing I know he's peeling off his shirt and kicking off his boxer briefs, and damned if he wasn't mostly hard too. No question though: he was definitely bigger than either of us. I couldn't stop staring: I'd never seen an uncut dick in real life, especially not one that was going full hard in front of me.
"Are we really doing this?" Kevin said. He kinda laughed, but his voice said he was game. We sure wouldn't go telling the other guys if we were all in on it. "What the hell, I could use some relief." He got naked in a hurry, and I was kind of surprised to see he was boning up too. And damn, he was big. We all just kinda stared as he pulled on it, watching to see just how massive it was going to get. He'd manscaped a bit, not as much as Andy (who basically has a crew cut below the waist), but just like Ollie the short bush made him look bigger. He was cut though, and his was more streamlined-looking than Ollie's, which had a fatter head under his 'skin. And of course he was pale, especially lying there next to Ollie and his Mediterranean look. He finished getting hard and then realized we were all looking at him. "What?"
"That's a big fuckin' piece of meat man," Ollie said. He licked his lips real quick--I guess he was intimidated. I know I was.
Kevin shrugged. "Just lucky I guess." He thrust his chin at Ollie. "You got nothing to complain about. That's a, uh, y'know, solid unit." He suddenly looked a little flustered, which I think we were all feeling a bit of. I know I'd never been in a situation like this, and figured the other guys were in the same boat. It was cool, but it definitely took some getting used to. "And Andy man, you're like, perfectly solid."
"Heh heh. Solid." Ollie joked. Andy definitely was that: his dick looked good and stiff.
"How 'bout you, Eric? Show us what you got man," Andy said. He was stroking slowly like the other guys, but it looked like he already had a little precum starting to leak.
"Yeah, let's see it," Ollie urged.
There was really no way I could've backed out at that point: it would've been weird as hell to be the one guy not jerking off. And anyway I'd realized I'd gotten pretty damn horny myself, so I figured I might as well take care of the situation. No point sneaking into the bathroom after lights out when I could just rub one out now and be done. So I just peeled off my muscle shirt and slid off my briefs. Andy ditched his shirt at the same time, so now we were all naked.
"You're boned up good," Andy commented. "Nice one." It was true: I was totally hard already, and my dick snapped against my stomach when I freed it. I don't have the six-pack Andy does, but there's no beer belly there either, so I figured it was a draw.
"Damn boy, your head is huge," Ollie drawled, "how do you fit that thing in?"
It's true, I do have a big mushroom head, and since I'm cut it's pretty obvious. I appreciated the compliment, but it was a little weird hearing it from a guy while he was stroking his dick two feet away from me; I didn't really know what to say. I just shrugged and mumbled "It's worked so far," or something like that.
"I bet," Ollie said, eyeing it. I wasn't sure, but it seemed like he started stroking a little faster. That kinda made me feel puffed up a bit, like: here's this stud with a great body and a big ol' dick, telling me I'm in his league. I figured if he was cool with it then no one else was going to worry about relative size or whatever, and I relaxed. Now that I wasn't thinking about that it didn't seem like such a big deal to join the party, so I started jacking a bit along with the rest of them. I was on my side, so I had a full view of the two megadicks in the other bed as the guys worked them over. With my back to Andy I couldn't really see what he was doing, but I felt a little motion in the mattress that said he was tugging away. The thought of it was kind of getting to me, and I wanted to turn around and watch him for a bit, but I wasn't sure how close he was and it would've been really embarrassing if I'd just rolled over onto him or something. I could smell his scent, so I figured he must be close; somehow the thought was kind of a turn-on.
No one said anything for a minute or two, but then Andy sat up suddenly and hopped off the bed. I'd been right: he had been right behind me. "We need lube," he announced. He grabbed his duffel and rooted around in it while his dick bobbed around; I couldn't help but notice it looked kinda wet around the tip. Kevin and Ollie were watching it too, although I noticed that Kevin kept sneaking peeks sideways at Ollie's wang; it looked like maybe it was getting slick too. Before I could be sure Andy pulled a blue bottle of KY out of his duffel and held it up. "Here we go." He popped the cap and drizzled some over his dick. "Oh yeah, that's better," he sighed as he spread it over his shaft with his palm. He walked over to me and stood at the side of the bed, holding the bottle over my waist. "How much do you want?"
"Uh, whatever. The same I guess." I was suddenly having a hard time speaking. Andy was still jerking off with his right hand, and he was doing it about two feet from my face, so I had a really good view. I could see that he'd trimmed his balls smooth, and his shaft too, and could hear the faint wet noises his hand was making. And a wave of that musk hit me at the same time--that wasn't deodorant, that was just his own scent. I remember wondering how he was not getting laid every single day, because I was straight and I was seriously tempted to just bury my face in there and take a deep whiff. Obviously now, when I'm writing this, that seems crazy. And maybe it is crazy, which is why I'm trying to sort all this shit out. But at the time it just seemed totally normal. Just like when he squeezed some of that lube on my hand it seemed perfectly normal to just groan and push my hips up. I mean, it really did feel fucking great.
Andy shot me a grin; he knew what was up obviously, since he'd just done it himself. He gave me a quick wink, then turned his back to the other guys, leaving me to stare at his smooth ass. I'd never really noticed how well-defined he was before: Andy was tall, and you kinda forgot that he put in the hours at the gym just like the rest of us. "Kev, you want some?"
"Uh huh, yeah." I couldn't see Kevin's face, but he sounded as horny as I felt. I heard the bottle make a little farting noise and then he sighed too. "That's the shit," I heard him mutter.
"How 'bout you Ollie?"
"Nah, I'm just gonna go with the natural stuff for now. Leave the bottle on the table though, just in case." He motioned to the little table between the beds, and then gave Andy a wink for some reason. Andy didn't say anything though, just set it down and then crawled back onto the bed with me.
"You don't use lube?" Kevin asked.
"Sometimes, but if I'm leaking a lot I don't really need it. See?" Ollie pulled back his 'skin so the dark red head was exposed, and sure enough it was coated with slime.
Kevin licked his lips. "Wow, you leak a lot," he said.
"S handy," Ollie agreed, and got back to stroking. I wasn't sure, but it seemed like he was aiming towards the pitcher a little. Kevin definitely had his eyes glued to it.
I probably would've too, but then Andy nudged me with his elbow. "Hey, you ever try a reverse grip?" he asked. He switched up so his right hand was palm-down. "It feels pretty good if you want to change things up a bit."
I turned towards him and gave it a try. "Yeah, that does feel pretty good. Mostly just different, but good." We were really close I realized; I could feel the heat from his body, or at least I thought I could, and my right elbow kept bumping his side a little.
"Different is good."
"Yep." I didn't really know what to say. It's not like I'd ever done something like this before, and even though I was really feeling horny it felt like saying anything more would be...weird, or something. So we just lay there stroking for a bit. From the corner of my eye it looked like Kevin and Ollie were doing the same. It didn't look like this was gonna be a five-minute session for Kevin.
"You ever play with your nuts?" Andy asked, looking over at me.
"Sometimes." When I was extra-horny.
He nodded. "Me too. It's like a little extra treat, right?"
"Uh huh." Just like with Kevin earlier, I had a picture of Andy playing with his 'nads while he jacked off...something about it made me feel funny inside.
"You mind?"
"Uh, no. Go for it." Looking back I think this was when things hit some sort of tipping point. Before that, it could've just been regular guy stuff that I wouldn't bother writing about, but instead I'm here trying to figure my life out.
Andy shifted back to a classic grip, then spread his legs and started rubbing his balls with his left hand, letting out a satisfied grunt. His new position meant his left knee was resting on top of my right thigh, and when he started squirming it was like some sort of spark went through me. Something about the feel of his thigh rubbing against mine...or how good he smelled...or the twinges coming from my dick. I dunno what it was, but without even thinking I mirrored him so I could tug on my own balls. He turned his head and grinned. "Feels good doesn't it?"
"Uh huh." I did like playing with my sack, but it was the skin-on-skin feeling that I was thinking about. Andy wasn't super-hairy, but no question it was a guy's leg up against mine. "Yeah..." I should've just paid attention to my own business, but I couldn't make myself look away from him. His eyes were really blue I realized, and I could just make out some blond stubble on his face; it made him look rugged, not like a slob at all. We just sorta stared at each other for a couple minutes, not saying anything but breathing a little heavier even though we were still stroking pretty slow. I heard Ollie make a low groan and mumble something behind me, but I couldn't stop looking at Andy--I even rolled on my side a little bit to see him better. It made it a little awkward since my arm was kinda trapped, but it gave me a chance to see his technique. His dick was a deep red and glistening from the lube, and I could see his piss slit flexing open and closed as his hand went up and down. I realized I was just staring like an idiot and gave a little shake to break myself out of it.
Andy was cool about it though. "You can look dude, I don't mind. I was kinda wondering which of us was bigger anyway--looks like we're pretty even." His voice was low, and something about it gave me chills. Shit, I'm getting them now just thinking about it.
"Uh huh." I could not stop staring at his hand. "I think you're a little longer," I finally managed to say. I remember my throat being totally dry.
"Yeah, but you've got that fat head," he said. I realized he was totally checking me out too. And also that our bodies were pressed pretty tight together. "It makes your dick look awesome."
"Thanks," I choked out. My face was getting really close to his, and my head was spinning like I was stoned or something. "Yours looks great too."
"Yeah?" he said. "You wanna just, you know, see who's bigger? Side by side? Get it settled?" He laid his left hand over my right one, not doing anything, but there wasn't any question where he was going. The second he did that my heart started pounding, but he didn't look nervous at all. I think that's what did it for me: he was so cool about it I knew I didn't have to worry about any blowback. And every second that went by I felt myself being pulled closer to him, like it was gravity or something.
This close his scent was making my head spin and all I could do was nod. We were so close it was super-easy for me to just roll over and straddle his lap so we were dick to dick. As I did I heard Ollie gasp out "Fuck yeah!" and I froze--I'd gotten so into what was going on with Andy I'd completely spaced on having two other guys in the room just a few feet away. Obviously they were jacking off too, but there was no question Andy and I were doing way more than that. My balls pulled up, not in the good way, and I felt this THUMP in my chest as I realized how totally fucking bad this would look to Kevin and Ollie. I looked over like a deer in the headlights.
Then my jaw dropped open, which I thought was just something you saw in cartoons or movies, but the combination of relief and total fucking surprise made me feel like someone had cut all my control wires. Ollie was on his back with Kevin's bearded face buried in his crotch. Our relief pitcher's eyes were shut and he looked totally blissed out as he swallowed Ollie's pole. He had his hands wrapped around Ollie's thighs, and he was grinding on the bedspread in time with his head bobbing up and down. Ollie saw me watching and gave me a massive shit-eating grin, along with a thumbs-up. "Suck my cock Kev," he groaned, and then his eyes slid shut as he concentrated on his blowie.
I don't know how long I would've watched them for: I'd never done any group stuff before, so it was kind of mind-blowing just for that, never mind a bunch of dudes. But also...it was a serious turn-on. They were both so into it, Ollie because who doesn't like getting their dick sucked? But Kevin was swallowing that sausage like it was his last meal. For a second I felt that gravity pull shift in their direction, and wondered if Kevin would mind me getting in on the action. But then I felt Andy's hands tugging at mine, and while I looked back down he arranged my grip so I was holding our dicks together; I didn't need any instructions after that.
It was definitely different, feeling another guy's woody sliding against mine. But really good too: the friction from the underside of his cock was totally different than a hand, or anything really. I started pumping my hips a little, like you do when you're getting into it, and he let out this long "Mmmmmmyeeaaahhh..." in a low voice that was...all right, no bullshit, it was sexy as fuck. I'm getting hard just thinking about it. So I guess that answers the question about if it was just this one-time thing. Lot to think about....
"You look so fucking sexy doing that," Andy said, and I gotta admit: the ego stroking was almost as good as the skin-on-skin friction. I kinda blushed, and I couldn't help smiling a little. When a total stud gives you a compliment you take it, right? He smiled back and sat up--I remember watching his abs flex and feeling a little bit jealous, because he doesn't work out any more than I do but he's got that fucking six pack anyway. I've got bigger arms though, so maybe that makes us even.
I had to scoot back a hair to let him up, and then he wrapped his arms around my torso to hold himself up. At 5' 7" I'm a few inches shorter than him at least, but I was sitting in his lap so he actually had to look up at me a little. Up close I realized what a killer smile he had; I couldn't help smiling back like a dope and giving us a good squeeze. "Yeah, that's it," he said, "fuckin' hot, Eric."
There was another groan from the other bed and we both turned in time to see Ollie going down on Kevin. The pitcher had his back against the headboard with his knees up, and his hands gripped the sheets as Ollie began sucking him off. "Show him what you've got Ollie," Andy urged. The comment went right by me then, but now I'm wondering: how long have those guys been hooking up right under our noses? All year? All three years? Are they a couple, or just fuck buddies, or what? Probably fuck buddies I'm thinking.
Even though it was a turn-on watching the action next to us, I felt that pull back to Andy stronger than ever. I could feel the heat from his body, and the smell of lube and precum mixed with his scent and filled up the space between us; I couldn't get enough. Without even thinking I tilted my head down and kissed his cheek--it was weird feeling stubble on my lips, but just added to the overall sensations making me hornier and hornier. Andy didn't waste any more time looking at the side show; he latched his mouth onto mine and instantly we were playing tonsil tennis. He kissed way harder than any chick, and I couldn't get enough. I was running my free hand over his upper back and through his short hair as we made out, and started grinding into him good. It was a little tricky keeping our balance, but his arms were wrapped around me too, and we figured it out pretty quick.
We were making our own little noises now, and I snuck a glance sideways for a sec while Andy's eyes were closed. Sure enough, Kevin was watching our little show--he gave me a thumbs up before Ollie did something to him and his eyes slid shut with a contented "Shiiiit..." I closed my eyes after that and concentrated on my own activities. Andy's body felt so good against mine...before that I'd never really considered the possibility. But women like getting laid too, and now I had an idea of why. The feel of those big hands rubbing over my back was sexier than I ever would've thought, and I had no complaints when Andy's grip moved lower.
"Your ass is so fine," he said, giving my glutes a big ol' squeeze. "Fuckin' amazing." Again with the ego stroking; I fucking love that. Not that I'm about talking up my reps or anything, but I put my time in and work out hard, and it's great to hear some appreciation.
"Thanks. Your body is awesome too." Only fair to return the compliment, especially if it was true. His tongue slid back in my mouth then and we got back to making out. But I couldn't help notice his hands getting lower, while his grip on my cheeks got firmer. He started kneading them and even gave me a couple light slaps when the kneading got my hips moving more. The shock made me jump a little, but it also made me smile because it was such a cheesy move. "That okay?" he asked.
"I feel like I'm in a damn porno," I said.
"Sorry," he said, and I think he meant it. "It's just hard to resist."
"Nah, it's cool." I didn't want anything interrupting our flow. All this fooling around had gotten me leaking big time, which isn't something I normally do, and Andy had been too--enough that our dicks were still good and slippery. "I'm not complaining." I twisted my hand around our heads as I squeezed them together, and Andy groaned. I think I did too a little.
"How 'bout this?" he asked, and the next thing I knew his finger was pushing up against my asshole. Obviously I knew all about butt stuff, but I'd never tried it and hadn't ever really thought about it. The impression I had was that chicks thought it was gross, and why fight that battle when there was a willing pussy right there to put my dick into? But when Andy touched me there it sent a shockwave through my body. I sucked in my breath and then froze--it was so weird but also something about it was intense as fuck. I guess Andy took that as a yes, because that finger started sliding in. He still had some lube on it from when he'd been taking care of himself, and anyway I wasn't doing anything to keep him out. I'd had the ol' prostate check like everyone else, and for sure the doc did not have easy access. But when someone really good-looking does it after you've been making out and stuff for a good half hour? Andy sank right in. The only reason it wasn't easier was that the sensation sent shocks through my body that made my sphincter twitch; otherwise I was open wide. I couldn't keep my eyes open, and my head dropped onto Andy's shoulder. That musk of his filled my nostrils as his finger slid into me, and I groaned as I pushed my ass down onto it. Goddamn, I am so fucking hard right now.
Andy started sliding it in and out, and I kept on rocking. I'd totally forgotten about our dicks, although they were still bumping together. But I needed both my hands on Andy's shoulders to keep from just pitching over. And anyway, the sensations coming from my butt were more than enough to keep me happy.
"Feels good, huh?" he said in my ear.
"Uh huh..." I could barely think, let alone speak. For the first time since I'd started having sex I WANTED this. Like animal-crazy, do anything, fucking _hungry for it. I've had plenty of sex, a lot of it great, and I've had some solo fantasies that got me going, but none of it made me lose my mind the way Andy's finger did.
Okay, back. I had to rub on out there. Anyway....
"How 'bout this?" he asked in that low voice. He flicked his tongue against my ear--which always gets me hot anyway--and at the same time he got another finger in there. That gave me a bit of a stretch, but in a way that made things feel even better. So I guess yeah, two fingers got me going even more than the one.
"UHHHHH...." I don't remember saying anything--I was way too turned on to come up with words. I think I'm probably pretty lucky no one in the room next door heard, or at least no one from the team. I started rocking my hips faster and deeper while I licked the side of Andy's neck. He tasted so damn good: a little salty and warm, and honestly, like him. He definitely liked what I was doing, because he made a muffled sex sound and then started returning the favor.
We kept up the necking for a minute or two before he broke off. "You know what would be great?" he breathed. The puff of air against my wet neck sent a shiver down my back.
"What?" I already knew what I wanted.
"If you sat on my cock right now." He pushed a third finger in there. "Let me fuck you until you came." He wiggled them around a bit, stretching me open more, and I thought I might pass out. Or come. Or both.
"Fuuuck." I didn't say anything else, just raised myself up off my heels and grabbed his dick, then started poking around with it trying to find my hole. It was a little trickier than I thought it'd be: I got his head up against it pretty quick, but then had to figure out the angle. Andy guided my hips a little, helping me, and then the tip was sliding in. There was a little more stretching, but he was good and lubed up and I was so hungry for it I didn't care that it hurt a little.
Andy laid back down and let me take him at my own pace. It was hot as hell, and felt amazing, but it was also really weird being on top but getting fucked. It still freaks me out a little, thinking how my first time with a guy I was totally in the chick's position. But at the time all I could think about was how good he was making my ass feel, and that I fucking loved it. It didn't take long at all before I was all the way down and his pubes were tickling my balls. Another sensation that was weird, but also a turn-on.
I paused there for a second, getting used to things. It sank in that I hadn't been the only one making some noise the last few minutes, and as I glanced over I saw Kevin coming up from Ollie's crotch. Apparently they'd switched positions again. It looked like this might be the last time for now though, because he had a streak of cum in his beard where some of Ollie's load had leaked out. He wiped it off with the back of his hand, and then casually licked it clean, like he ate another guy's jizz all the time. Another one to wonder about: was that his first time, or has he been hooking up on the DL too? He sure didn't seem bothered by it.
"Get up here," Ollie said, and gave him the hook. Kevin climbed up his body, and I caught a couple of glimpses of that monster dick: he was hard as hell still. "Andy, gimme the lube."
Andy laughed underneath me. "Finally gonna try it out huh?" He grabbed the container, put a quick squirt on me, and then lobbed it to the other bed where Ollie quickly greased Kevin up. The big guy was in a frenzy, and the moment he got lined up with Ollie's ass he pushed right in. Ollie didn't seem to mind at all though: just wrapped his legs around Kevin's pale body and pulled him tight. So I'm pretty sure this wasn't the first time he'd smashed with a guy. They started making out furiously, and then I stopped paying attention because Andy had started rocking his hips and jacking me off slowly, and nothing in the world was going to tear me away from that.
I lifted up slowly; the feel of his dick sliding out of me was unreal. I got most of the way up and then I wanted it back in there again, so I sank back down pretty quick. "Fuck your ass is so tight," Andy groaned. "You like my dick in there?"
"Mmmmhmmnngghh..." When I bottomed out I'd changed the angle a little and Andy's shaft slid against something that made me feel better than anything I've ever done in bed before. I could feel a glob of jizz leaking out of my piss slit, and I realized I wasn't going to last long at all. "Fuck," I panted, "gonna come soon."
"Do it Eric," Andy panted. He was close too. "I wanna see you spray all over me while my cock is up your ass. Ride my dick buddy!" He tightened his grip and twisted his wrist around my head, making me cry out like I was in heat. Which I guess I was, kinda, because I started riding him like I was at a rodeo while he slammed up into me. I could feel my balls pulling up and that warm tingle that says you're getting ready to nut spread through my ass and then up the length of my dick.
"Harder!" I still can't believe I was begging like that for dick, but I was. It just felt so fucking good, and I was so damn close.
"Take it!" Andy slammed up into me. "Take my fuckin' cock!" Each time my as slammed into his hips the bolts of pleasure got better and better. That was all that mattered--I couldn't've stopped if the whole team had walked in on me then.
"Aaagghhhfuck!" I think I might've started chanting "fuck me" over and over, but I really don't remember. All I know is that all of a sudden I cut loose like a fire hose. My ass clamped down on the dick that was driving me nuts, and that just made things feel even better. Even though my eyes were squeezed shut I could tell I was shooting a record-setting load. You know when you're just gonna kind of let the cum flow out, and when you're gonna blast it across the room, and this was definitely the second kind. My whole body jerked as I ground my ass onto Andy, pushing him as deep as I could get while he jacked me off.
Not long into it--enough that I wasn't launching my load into the air, but I was definitely making a mess in his hand, Andy starting making animal noises and I could feel a sudden warmth as he started coming up my ass. My dick was still feeling amazing, and this just felt like a natural extension of that. Weird, but good weird. Hot weird. Want more of it weird. So yeah, I guess I did like getting fucked. Huh. Never thought THAT would go in my journal.
When we finally both finished I just stayed there. I was starting to freak a little at having a dick up my ass, but at the same time I was so loose and chilled out I wasn't really in a rush to do anything about it. And the warmth in my ass felt like it was slowly spreading out through my whole body in a way that was kinda nice.
"How ya' doin' champ?" Andy asked. His face was red and sweaty, like mine felt, and he looked like someone who'd gotten properly laid. Which was about how I was feeling. As I got my senses back I could hear Kevin slamming into Ollie, who seemed to be loving the railing he was getting; they both sounded pretty close. I didn't pay much attention though: I couldn't stop staring at Andy's hand on my dick, my spunk dripping off it onto his treasure trail. There were two huge streaks up his left pec, and at least one of them had made it to the pillow. Plus a whole lake of jizz on his abs that filled his belly button to overflowing.
"Never come that much, that's for sure." Not even the time in high school when I'd had the flu and jerked off for the first time after almost two weeks.
Andy shifted his grip and rolled my balls in his slick hand; I twitched from the sensation. "Glad I got you some relief; looks like you needed it bad."
I hadn't known I needed it at all, but I couldn't argue with the results. "Guess so." I couldn't help smiling a little. I mean, it was kind of a mind scrambler, but it'd been really good sex. And I didn't want to be shitty to a friend. "How 'bout you?"
He smiled as he toyed with my junk. I was starting to soften up, and I could feel he was too. But that warm glow had spread through my chest and was working its way out to my arms and legs and head, and I didn't want to let him go just yet while I was feeling the after-buzz. "Well I don't know if it was a record-setter," he said, "but you sure got me off good. That is one fine ass, dude."
"Maybe I'll have to try yours out sometime." I still can't believe I said that, but in the moment it's what I was thinking.
"Maybe," he said. The way he did gave me the vibe that it probably wasn't gonna happen. "Or maybe we'll try a few new positions first." He wiggled his eyebrows and that took the sting out of it. "Oh shit," he said, "sounds like they're wrapping up." We both turned to look. Kevin's face was beet red and squeezed into an o face as he gripped Ollie's knees against his shoulders and pounded his hole. Ollie's head was slamming from side to side as he furiously beat his meat.
"Harder," he panted, "harder!" and then he was shooting everywhere. Not as much as me, I was glad to see, but it was still a nice load decorating his abs. We watched as the two of them finished coming, Andy's slick hand continuing to play with my junk the whole time. When they were done Kevin pitched forward over Ollie in a pushup position and slid his tongue into the shortstop's mouth. Ollie scooped up some of his cum and then slid it into Kev's mouth; the big guy just ate it right up. I'd never even tried my own cum, so I wondered what was so great about Ollie's that Kevin couldn't get enough. Even after Ollie had wiped it all up Kevin wasn't done: he slid out of Ollie's ass with a soft pop and started giving his stomach a tongue bath, finishing with a very thorough cleanup of Ollie's massive dick. I was too wiped out from my session with Andy to respond, but it was hotter to watch than I'd expected.
Andy grunted something about getting sensitive, which I could respect, so I rolled off and collapsed next to him. He licked his first two fingers, sampling them. "You taste pretty good too," he said. Again, I was too well-fucked to register that at the time, but it's pretty obvious he had Ollie to compare to at a minimum. I was just fascinated that he was eating my load. "Ever try it?" he asked, offering me his hand like he was passing a vape stick at a party.
"No. Uh uh." I really wasn't looking to either, but before I knew what was happening Andy had smeared a bit across my lower lip. I hesitated a little bit, but then I figured if anyone was going to give me shit about tasting my spooge it wasn't gonna be the guys in this room, so I licked it up.
"Well?" Andy asked. He was watching me closely, and again I couldn't help noticing how blue his eyes were.
"Uh, not bad. Definitely different." Which pretty much summed it up I thought. Not horrible, but I didn't think I'd be making a habit of it every time I spanked the monkey.
"It's all good man. No worries." He looked down at his body. "No way I can clean all that up on my own. I'm gonna hit the shower." He hopped up and headed to the bathroom, tight ass swaying as he did, while I lay there enjoying the glow.
Okay, it's been a couple days. Practice has been tough--the coaches are really pushing us hard. And we've got tests coming up, so I just haven't been up for processing more of that weird-ass road trip. But I'm still trying to figure out what it means for what I like, so here goes:
After we'd all cooled off from the sex we definitely all needed showers. But there was no more fooling around. Partly because it was late and we had an early start, but also...it was sorta like a switch had gone back off. As much as Andy had made me crazy with that dick of his, now it just felt like a dream. I didn't feel bad about it or anything. I mean, it was good sex, right? But when we went to bed I had zero urge to cuddle up with him or start anything, and he didn't make any moves either. Kevin still looked a little dazed, but he and Ollie seemed to be in the same head space. At least, I didn't hear anything going on before I fell asleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up needing to take a piss. It'd been stupid to have that big glass of water before bed, but I'm always paranoid about keeping hydrated and I'd overdone it again: there was no way I could tell my bladder to hold out until the 7 a.m. wakeup call. So I staggered into the john, closed the door, and let loose. Luckily there was a night light so I didn't have to turn on the lights--I hate that shit. It wakes me up too much to get back to sleep fast.
I'd just finished and flushed when the door popped open and Ollie came in. "Hey," he whispered. He looked pretty sleepy himself: his black hair was all mussed up and his eyes were half open. "Gotta take a piss." I was kinda blocking the toilet access so I moved aside to let him pass while I washed my hands--I'm kinda anal about that. We were facing each other and the room wasn't real big, so it wasn't real hard to notice the tent in his boxers, even in the dim light. He saw me look down and grinned. "I always get a piss hard on man. Every time. Makes these late night runs a pain. How 'bout you?"
I suddenly realized we were standing pretty close, and he was giving off the same woodsy musky scent that Andy did. It figured, they were roommates. But it brought back a wave of memories from a few hours ago, when that same scent had surrounded me while Andy's fingers entered my virgin ass. Not to mention his dick. "Um, I dunno," I stammered. I knew I should leave, but couldn't make myself do it.
"You don't know?" Ollie's eyebrows twitched up, not believing me. He shuffled forward a little, into my space. "You gotta know if you're hard man. I mean, it's your dick."
"Well, I mean, sometimes," I stammered. I was way to sleepy for this conversation, and it'd been a weird evening to say the least. And now Ollie was only a few inches away, looking fine even in the dim light, with a massive boner I didn't dare glance down at again but knew was there.
"Sometimes you know, or sometimes you're hard?" he asked. I could tell he thought this was kinda funny, but I was torn between wanting to get the hell back to bed and burying my face in his neck. Or under his arm. Or...I didn't want to go there.
"Hard," I croaked. For all that water I'd drunk, my throat was damn dry.
Andy inched closer, and I could feel the tip of his dick just barely touching my stomach. It was contained in his boxers, but that really didn't mean anything. "So, you're hard sometimes? Or are you saying you're hard now?" Yes to the first one, and the second was quickly becoming a Yes too. I remembered the look on Kevin's face as he swallowed Ollie's cum, and felt the blood rushing to my dick. Ollie must've sensed it, because he looked down and then cupped me softly. "Looks like you're hard now buddy," he commented. He wiggled his hips a bit and suddenly his sausage popped through the fly. "Oops, looks like mine kinda popped out." He reached into my fly and wrapped one warm hand around me, then maneuvered my shaft out into the air. "Looks like yours kinda popped out too."
"Uhn..." I kinda grunted--I didn't know what to say. The thing with Andy had been kinda organic--we just sort of fell into it. But Ollie was totally putting the moves on me. Or well, he was already past that: he was stroking my dick for Christ's sake.
"Go ahead man, feel mine. I saw how much you liked Andy's." He pulled me close and murmured in my ear "You can suck it if you want." Then he nibbled on my earlobe and after that it was pretty much all over. Just like with Andy I felt like I was falling off a cliff, and I didn't want it to stop. But Ollie hadn't even fingered my ass and I was already committed to going all the way. I didn't know what blowing him would be like, but at that moment I knew I was going to give it a try. If Kevin could do it I was sure I could manage somehow.
But first I pulled up his tee shirt. He looked a little confused--he probably thought I was just gonna drop and start sucking. But that masculine scent of his was driving me nuts. I could feel it getting into my head, making my whole body warm they way I'd felt after Andy had filled my ass, and leaving me horny as fuck. I didn't want to skip this foreplay. So I lifted one hand and dove into his pit, licking and chewing. He was clean from the shower, but there was still that aroma...I slobbered away like a madman.
"Oh shit yeah Eric, get in there...fuck yeah that's hot, I love that shit. Show me how much you dig it." He was jerking me with his other hand, making my dick feel real good, and it felt natural to return the favor. The moment I grabbed it I could tell he was bigger than me or Andy, but I was too torqued up to worry about it--it actually gave me a kind of thrill, to be honest. The whole foreskin thing was definitely different though. I'd handled exactly two dicks in my life so far, counting my own, and although a few of the guys were uncut I'd never really thought about it or cared. But I was definitely noticing it now: the way his skin covered the head of his dick and sorta rolled over it was completely different than when my hand was rubbing on the bare head. It was kinda cool, especially when Ollie started pumping his hips and fucking into my grip. I wonder if that's what one of those fleshlight things would feel like.
That was all in the back of my head though; I was mostly just slobbering over Ollie's body. It was different, feeling chest hair against my tongue when I started working on his nipple, but I was loving the feel of a hard pec almost as much as Ollie liked what I was doing. It was good to know some of my skills worked just fine on a guy: he was squirming and pulled my face in tight as I nibbled on his tit. We were breathing heavy and jacking each other pretty good. I could feel his dick getting wet, and was kinda surprised that I'd started leaking a little too; I usually don't. But the extra bit of lube was definitely nice.
I got in a few minutes, but finally I couldn't wait any longer. The more time I spent licking and tasting Ollie's body the less I thought about why and how I was gonna handle him, and the more turned on I got imagining what it would be like. So I started heading south, following his treasure trail and feeling his rod bump against my abs, then my chest, and finally the wet tip bumping against my throat. I tugged his boxers off real fast, then pressed my face into his crotch, buried my nose in his pubes, and huffed it all in. Even though my ass didn't light up like when Andy slid that first finger in, the combo of musk, pre-cum, and just plain old cock hit me like I'd snorted coke and popped some E at the same time, it was that fucking intense. I felt the same flush through my whole body, and groaned quietly as I started licking the shaft. His hands were in my hair, pulling me in tight. Not that I needed any encouraging, but it was hot knowing I was turning him on.
"Fuck yeah man, get in there," he said, "get your tongue on that thing. You look so fuckin' hot man... aaahhhh yeah..."
I licked and slurped around the base while I got back to jacking the head with my hand. He was dripping so much--every time I slid my hand up more juice leaked out. I couldn't wait to taste it, but wanted one more stop first. I licked lower until I could take one of his balls in my mouth. He was pretty hairy, but he'd trimmed 'em short, and I could feel the smooth skin as I slid my tongue over it. Ollie jerked when I did and let out an explosive "Uff!" He scrabbled to find the toilet lid so he could close it, then collapsed on top of it.
Somehow he figured out how to lean back and put one let up on the counter without losing his balance, then grabbed my head in both hands and pushed my face up against him. I had zero complaints, and quickly got both of his hangers in my mouth, making him jerk.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah." Dude was panting big-time. "Suck 'em Eric, suck my fuckin' nuts...nnnnggyeahh..." He really loved it when I pulled on them with my lips, stretching them out while I kept my tongue swabbing, so I did that a few more times. It was hot as hell hearing him get off on it, I've gotta say--it got to me even more than the noises I'd get eating pussy, and I'd always liked that.
Ollie was gripping the base of his dick while I was down there, tugging on it but not going near the head; I think he was saving up his load for me. Not all of it though: there was enough light that I could see a slick trail running down his shaft and getting his first two fingers wet, and it looked like there was more of it coming out every time he squeezed. I definitely was getting a good whiff, and it was making my mouth water. I thought about Kevin's expression when he had Ollie's salami in his mouth, and now I could get where he was coming from. Sucking Ollie's nuts was hot, but it wasn't enough--I needed to get some of the contents. Bad.
It was like a switch or something in my head: one minute I was in foreplay mode, and then I saw that leaking dick and was like WANT NOW. Weird as hell--I still don't know where it came from. But there was no stopping it and anyway I didn't want to, so the next thing I know I'm sucking my first dick. Not how I thought my weekend was going to go, but after letting Andy take my cherry this didn't seem like much of a leap.
The first bit was easy: Ollie dropped his leg to the floor and let me take over handling his dick, and I just opened wide and wrapped my lips around the head. The moment my tongue made contact I could taste his juice and I couldn't stop myself from groaning, like you do when you're starving and you get that first bite of a perfect steak. I slobbed all over that thing sucking up the flavor, and then I discovered that when I pulled his cock sock down it released a whole pool of the good stuff. That got both of us groaning: Ollie seemed extra-sensitive once he got uncovered, and that made him leak more, which got me sucking and licking more. Then I remembered to start stroking him, and that got me more juice. Plus I could feel his skin sliding up and down over his cock head as I did, which was kind weird but also cool, and I started playing with it with my tongue tip and lips and stuff, just trying things out. Ollie seemed to like it from the noises he was making, so I kept going.
I was taking him deeper and really starting to get into it beyond just the taste and everything--the feel of his dick sliding in and out of my mouth was a lot more of turn-on than I'd thought it would be. I hadn't really thought about it, but I guess if I had I would've figured that was just something you'd put up with to get to the happy ending. But the feel of it pushing in, sliding along the roof of my mouth, taking over, kinda--it was sort of like when Andy was deep in my ass, but at the other end. Or something. Anyway, I definitely started making an effort to get more of it in there.
But damn, that thing felt even bigger than it looked. Every taste I got made me want more, and if I could've I would've taken it to the hilt, but even trying as hard as I could my teeth got in there a couple of times, and then when I got that figured out the head would just plug my mouth and make me cough. I guess I'd kind of expected it'd be like with Andy: if I wanted it really bad things would sort of sort themselves out. Not quite that easy it turns out.
But even though I kept choking and had all sorts of spit running down my chin I guess I wasn't doing too bad. Ollie grunted a couple of times when he bumped my front teeth, but otherwise he was happy: hard as steel, rocking his hips in and out, groaning and running his hands through my hair, and leaking big time. "Uhhhh...I'm getting close dude...go faster...." I looked up and he was watching me with his eyes half-closed, blissed out and looking...well I've got to admit it I guess, sexy as fuck. So I doubled down, just focusing on slobbing on the knob while I stroked harder, and I could tell that was the right thing to do because he started squirming big time and pushing deeper. "Uh huh..uh...uh...uh...." He was trying to keep quiet, which is kind of funny now that I think about it, but he was definitely having trouble. After another minute or so I felt him swell up and then that spasm up the length of his dick that told me his load was on its way. Sure enough, a fraction later the first jet hit the roof of my mouth, and suddenly I was struggling to swallow it all. It was probably just me, but it seemed like he had a hella big load for someone who'd already got off twice that night.
Somehow I was able to keep from choking on it or letting any out, so I had plenty to sample. It tasted, well anyway it was cum so yeah. I liked the taste more than I thought I would--it didn't gross me out at all, but it wasn't life-changing or anything. But I did make sure not to lose any. And I kept milking him good with my hand and my mouth--if I was gonna blow a guy I wanted to do it right, I figured. So I moved my head all around real good, hoovering it up. I realized that Ollie was slowing down, but I wasn't ready to, and made a frustrated noise to let him know he shouldn't let up yet. That got a little more out of him, but not too much--maybe another swallow was all, which really ticked me off for some reason. I took him deeper than I had so far, barely gagging this time as he hit the back of my throat, but that was as far as I could go and he was pretty clearly done. I remember thinking "crap" to myself before I let him slide out of my mouth and looked up.
I realized I had a line of drool running down my chin, and my lips and jaw were pretty damn sore. I was also feeling more of that warm glow starting in my mouth and moving down my throat--I'd never heard of jizz doing something like that, but I liked the little buzz it gave me. I gave Ollie one last lick up from balls to tip, hoping there might be just a little more left, but no dice.
"Guess you liked that huh?" he asked. The grin he gave me said he was cool with it. I was too horned up to care, but still I was glad he wasn't going to be a cock about it now that he'd gotten off. I didn't know what to say though, so I just nodded.
"Yeah you did, thirsty bitch," he laughed, standing up. He was just teasing though. "Get over here and let me do you." He pulled me up and we swapped places. He tugged my briefs down and pushed me back; as my ass hit the warm toilet lid I realized I was super-hard, and my balls were already pulling up. I hadn't even been touching myself either. "Lemme get those nuts," he said, and propped my left leg up on his shoulder. That was more comfortable than putting my foot all the way up on the counter like he had, especially since I'm a few inches shorter. But it gave him plenty of access and he was in there damn quick, tonguing my nuts. After having a trimmed pair in my mouth I was glad I'd manscaped not that long ago. I hate getting pubes in my teeth, everyone does.
The ball bath felt fantastic, and he had me squirming in a minute flat as he worked me over. I wanted to jack off really, really bad, but every time I went to grab my pole he pushed my hand away. "Not yet," he said, then went back down to tease me some more with his tongue. It felt way too good to just sit there, so I settled for rubbing my hands over my body and his wherever I could reach, the skin-on-skin feel merging with the warm glow spreading through my throat and belly and making me feel awesome everywhere. I felt slutty and hot at the same time, which is not ever how I usually feel during sex. Even earlier, I was insanely turned on, but not in the same way. That was more about the awesome sensations, but this was more like...I don't know, mental or something. Anyway, it was hot as hell, like I was shooting a jackoff video or something, but with someone else there at the same time. I pinched one of my nipples for the hell of it--Ollie had seemed to like it, and jerked at the sensation. Damn if that didn't feel pretty good! I was sure learning a lot about what I liked that night.
Ollie let my balls out of my mouth and grinned; he'd seen what I'd done and I'm sure he knew how it felt too. I just sat there, feeling the cold tank against my back and the twinge in my nip, wondering what would happen next.
I didn't have to wait. He stuck his middle finger in his mouth, real slow, and sucked it like a cock while he stared me in the eye in a way that made me suck in my breath. He took it out and leaned forward, and in one motion slid my dick into his mouth and his finger up my ass. I'd expected the first part, but the second bit...holy crap. I knew for a fact I'd never had a blow job like that before; I didn't even have a chance to say anything before the sensations hit my brain and I just rammed my dick up into his mouth, like someone had put electrodes on me. He took me like a champ though, and I slid right into the back of his throat.
I couldn't think, never mind talking. All that came out was some sort of "hnnggghh!" whiney noise as the cum boiled out of my balls and I started shooting. Every time I bucked Ollie wiggled his finger and I'd whimper and send another shot down his throat--I have no idea how he swallowed it all when I'd barely managed to choke down his Special Sauce #3. For a second I thought I might fall off the toilet, but his other hand grabbed my ass cheek and held me up until I could finally get my balance back.
Not tipping onto the floor was one thing, but getting up was something totally different, so once I'd finished coming I sat there panting like we'd just done a set of wind sprints. My back was starting to hurt from leaning back against the toilet (which somehow I didn't break), but I was too tired to care, like every bit of energy I had had just left through my dick. But I still had that warm lazy glow and didn't want to get up just yet.
Finally Ollie gave me one more pump, getting the last drop just like I had, and then slid his finger out and stood up; he started washing his hands. "We're gonna be so fucking tired tomorrow," he laughed as he shook his head.
I sat up and ran a hand through my hair; it was getting long again. "Yeah," I agreed. Fuck, two games tomorrow and it was what, 4:30? Had we really been in here almost an hour?
He dried his hands and pulled his boxers up. "Worth it?"
My turn to laugh. "Yeah." I felt like an overcooked piece of pasta, but he was right. I pulled on my briefs and stood up, still feeling buzzed and wobbly.
"Yeah," he nodded. "Now get the fuck back to bed. I've gotta piss like a motherfucker." He slapped my ass as I walked by like we were just in the locker room after practice instead of a motel bathroom suckoff. Post-game horsing around has definitely felt pretty weird since then.