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Chapter 35: "Away Game part 2: Eric's Saturday and Sunday"
So I had beers with Tyler last night. I don't really hang with the guys on the team much, or anyone really. I mean, we get along, but we're not really tight. But since we both catch we do have something in common at least, which was a starting point. And he's always had a little bit of a buzz around him about "looking kinda gay," which is totally bullshit but also I can kinda see where it comes from. Even though we've actually met his girlfriend from high school and know they're fucking. Or were before they broke up apparently. But I figured maybe because of that he was was maybe the best one I could feel out about this new stuff that happened and how to process it. So anyway, we were hanging out at some Delta Tau Delta party getting shitty and it actually ended up being pretty cool. My old shrink was right about the journal thing (still not sure if it's helping this time), and she'd said I was just one of those super-reserved people, not a head case. "You'll make more friends when you're ready to open up Eric," was about the last thing she said to me, and I was thinking "Yeah, whatever" when she said it. But now I'm thinking maybe I'm more ready. Especially lately. So I've been trying to hang with the guys more and just go with the flow. Jury's out, but hey it's free beer, and they are my teammates and all.
But I guess I need to write down why I decided to sorta start with Tyler.
The morning after all that crazy stuff happened Andy and Kevin were ready to go, (Kevin looked like he hadn't slept well though...hmmm), but Ollie and I were definitely running 75% at best. The other guys didn't say anything, but I thought I saw Andy and Ollie swap a look, which meant Andy was going to know the deal soon. Not that he was gonna care, of all people.
The first game was a fucking disaster. We only lost 6-5, but I overthrew Darryl at first in the bottom of the third and let the other team get a double that they never should've even gotten on base on; I was totally humiliated when they ended up getting a run out of it. There were a few other missed opportunities, but when the game ended everyone in the locker room knew the #1 reason we lost. I felt about 6" tall. You fuck up--it's gonna happen--but it'd never been because I'd let my dick run things until last night. That definitely soured me on the whole thing for sure, no matter how good it'd felt when I was doing it.
Coach Jeremy called me on it afterwards in front of everyone, but--and this is weird--it actually helped. He was like "Yeah, we know what happened, Eric fucked up, but you guys had chances too and instead of pulling it off you let that one error drag you down. Guys are gonna screw up, it happens, but you've gotta learn to deal with it and get back up." That wasn't the whole speech obviously, but you get the idea. It kinda took the wind out of the grumbling and got us focused again instead of rehashing the game, and let us move past it and focus on the next one that evening. Not that there wasn't a lot of analysis, and then prep for the next one, but it drew a line under it and helped me feel a little better. Except for being fucking tired of course.
The night game went better. Kevin was in the rotation and he'd either recovered or the extra hour of sleep was enough, because he had a good night. We played much better D this time--Coach Ryan had some really good tips--and finally won 4-2 in a nail-biter that came down to a triple in the ninth thanks to Jordan. He's a beast, batting 0.382 this season, so it wasn't a total shock, but still--fuck yeah! It took the sting out of my morning error a little, even if I only played a few innings the second game before I got rotated out. But I appreciated the coaches giving me a chance to get my shit together, and I walked off the field feeling a lot better about myself this time.
So things were a lot more upbeat when we hit the Sizzler after and chowed down; everyone was pretty amped and looking forward to the final game Sunday morning. I felt pretty good too...at least until I started catching looks from the twins. They weren't obvious or anything, but I caught a few smiles and winks and it was pretty clear which way the wind was blowing. The stuff we'd done was hot, but there was no way I could have another error like that and keep my head up. But I had no idea what I was gonna do about it.
So I kinda hung back after we got back to the motel. It was still pretty early, but I didn't want to end up in the room any sooner than I had to. I think on some level I knew that if anyone started anything I wouldn't be able to stop myself. Part of the reason I'd fucked up on that throw, honestly, was that my brain kept getting pulled back to those sessions I'd had with the twins. I'd bone up a little, make myself refocus, and then the next thing I knew my jock would shift and I'd think about Andy fingering me, or I'd catch myself checking out the batter's package while I knelt behind him. Like that "don't think about the white polar bear," thing they talked about in Psych 101. It was a total mindfuck.
So some of the guys were hanging out by the pool and shooting the shit, and I stayed there even though the twins and Kevin had vanished a while back; I'd just waved when they said they were heading to the room and then ignored them. That white polar bear again man. But finally it got close to lights out and everyone drifted off; I really didn't have a choice. I dragged my feet towards the room, even though I was chubbing up kinda at the same time. As I was putting my key in the door I had some half-baked idea about maybe rubbing one out in the bathroom real quick; with my balls drained I could probably just be chill and not partake. I just knew I couldn't let the team down again.
I eased the door open, hoping the other guys had been hanging out someplace else and I was the first one back. Five minutes would be plenty, I thought. Hell, it was enough for Kevin.
Well it turned out it wasn't enough for him, because when I poked my head in I could hear him low but clear from the bathroom. "Oh fuck yeah, harder!" he said, and then he let out a strangled "UNHH!!" I caught a glimpse of his tall frame bent over the bathroom counter, eyes squeezed shut, as Andy plowed him from behind. They both had their shirts on and their pants around their ankles, so they must've just jumped each other's bones as soon as they got in. I took a second to stare at him jerking that monster dick of his while he pushed back into Andy's thrusts, and then I pulled the door shut before they saw me. My heart was pounding and I could feel my dick swelling up fast; if I didn't get out of there ASAP I was gonna be in Kevin's place next. So I took a deep breath and then took off down the hall, hoping to hell I'd be out of sight before Ollie came back from wherever and noticed me. (There was no way he would've been just hanging out on the bed waiting for them to finish. I know I wouldn't.)
I ducked out of there and then stopped by the stairwell, trying to figure out where to go. I couldn't crash in one of the other players' rooms: they were already two to a bed, and I'd have to spin one hell of a story to explain why I wanted their floor over a mattress. Same with the assistant coaches. I sat there chanting "fuck fuck fuck" for a minute before it hit me: Coach Jeremy. Duh! He and Tyler had the same room as the rest of us so they had two free spots. And Tyler caught too, so we were kinda buds, right? I spent a couple of minutes getting my story together, then went off looking for their room. It took a couple of tries, but it wasn't that weird for someone to want to talk to a coach, so I found their door pretty quick. I took a deep breath and knocked.
Coach Jeremy answered wearing a towel and running another one through his hair, and for a second my breath caught. He usually wore a team uniform (for games) or generic athletic gear for practices, and he didn't change in the locker room, so I'd never realized that he actually had a bod. And I wouldn't've cared if the six pack in front of me didn't look like a hairier version of the one I'd just sprayed a gallon or two of jizz over. While Andy was almost blond, Coach's was dusted in light brown hair, same color as his head. Not super-furry, but it said All Man, that was for sure. Throw in a square chin, some green eyes, and day-old stubble and...Jesus. For a second I rethought my plan, but it was too late now and I didn't have another option did I? "What's up Eric?" he said, "C'mon in." He turned his back and walked into the room. The bathroom door was closed and I could hear the shower start up. "Tyler's just hitting the shower if you wanted to talk to him." He poked the towel in one ear and shook his head to get some water out and I could feel my hard on returning.
"Um, hey," I licked my lips. Just stick to the story, I thought. "I was wondering if I could crash here tonight. The guys--um, Andy and Ollie I mean, and, um Kevin--they're snoring a ton and I can't get any sleep. Really messing with my concentration." Even as I said it I realized it sounded superweak, and on top of that like I was just making it up. Which I kind of was.
Maybe Coach had been distracted, but he didn't seem to notice how nervous I was. But... "You know I can't do that Eric. I know you feel bad about the morning game, but if I let guys swap rooms every time they made an error I'd have to hire a coach for room assignments." He smiled in a way that was nice and he felt for me, but also closed the door on the discussion. I couldn't think what I'd do, and I started panicking.
"Well it was kinda some other stuff too," I stuttered out. I was frantically thinking how I could spin a bit of the truth from last night: enough that I could crash here, but not so much that our secret got out.
"Whadya mean?" he asked. He grabbed a pair of boxer briefs from the bed as he asked and started sliding them on under his towel as he talked.
"Well, things kinda got a little, um...crazy." I'm not sure if that's exactly what I said, or any of the rest of this, but I wasn't taking notes just then. Close enough though. I edged into the room a little more as I said it. I think in the back of my head I had some idea that if I could just settle in for a minute or two he wouldn't have the heart to kick me out.
Coach stood up and dropped the towel. "How do you mean?" he asked.
It took me a second to answer. The briefs were that woven polyester stuff, light grey with a red waistband, and they were a snug fit. I had no idea how big he was, but he filled out the pouch well enough, that was for sure. I stalled by sitting on the end of the bed nearest the bathroom; I could still hear the shower running, so at least Tyler wasn't around; I could be a little more creative.
"Uhhhhh..." I finally got my brain back in gear. "Like, kinda...sex stuff." It was the best I could come up with--I'd be a shitty improv player.
"What, they brought girls back?" It was against the rules, but plenty of guys broke that one and unless things went sideways no one bitched. But I couldn't go with that anyway: it'd be way too easy to catch me out.
"No, no." I was really panicking, and started rubbing my hands against my jeans as I struggled to think.
Coach obviously didn't realize my problem was coming up with a good lie, because he actually looked a little worried. He stepped in front of me and put a hand on my shoulder. "Eric, I'll keep it quiet if you want, but you have to tell me, okay?"
I managed to nod, but I still was struggling with what to say--those green eyes of his weren't helping any. It also didn't help that he was close enough for me to see that he was cut, which sent me right to thoughts of Andy. Fuckin' white polar bear.
"Eric? It's okay bud, just tell me."
I could smell his soap and...that woodsy musk again. Oh no, a little part of me said, that. "They were," I had to lick my lips, "um...they were jerking off. I just wanted to go to sleep, so I told them to just hit the bathroom, but they started making a game out of it."
Jeremy's eyes widened a little, and then I could see him thinking it through. It might work, I thought: enough that I wasn't nuts for being a little weirded out, but not so bad that he'd have to do anything official. Finally he spoke. "Well, you know guys jerk off all the time Eric, right? I mean we all do, right?" That "we" really caught me, because it meant that he did too, which of course he would, just like every other guy...I tried not to think about. I nodded, trying not to picture him doing what we all did.
I nodded again and he shifted a little. I remember sensing how close he was out of my peripheral vision, but I didn't dare break his gaze--the only other place to look was his crotch.
"So...did they make you do anything with them? Anything you didn't want to do?"
"No," I croaked, "They were just jerking off in front of me." Memories of my hand wrapped around Andy's and my dicks, jacking. I was getting so hard it was crazy; I had to struggle to not look down.
Coach sighed. "Look Eric, I get why you're not wanting to go back, but I'm not going to haul them in front of the student court over this. How about this: I'll go over there with you and give 'em a lecture, tell the three of them to knock it off. What do you say?"
"Shit!" was what I wanted to say: that would be even worse than sleeping in the hall. Even if the guys didn't call me out on my story they'd be pissed about it and give me shit forever. The rest of the season (and next) would be a living hell. But Coach needed an answer, and all I could come up with was "Uhh...I don't think you oughta do that."
He sighed again and crossed his arms, making his biceps pop. I could tell he was irritated. "Help me understand here. You don't want to go back to your horn dog roommates, and you can't get them to stop, but you don't want me to step in. So what's really going on?" I hadn't thought it through enough and now my plan had gone to shit; I was stuck. I couldn't look Coach in the eye so I just looked down and rubbed my hands on my thighs a little, not saying anything. I couldn't help but checking out his package again out of the corner of my eye--it was right there. I took a deep breath to try and clear my head, and suddenly I was remembering burying my nose in Ollie's bush the night before, and wondered if Coach Jeremy's would be the same. Or as big--that pouch was looking pretty full.
I heard him sigh again, and then he uncrossed his arms. "Eric." The weird mix of horniness, embarrassment, and panic paralyzed me; I couldn't look up. He took my chin in one hand--I could feel faint callouses on his fingertips and smell some sort of body lotion--and tipped my head up, making me meet his gaze. "Eric," his voice was low, "did the other guys really all decide to jerk off in front of you? Or did they walk in on you?" I felt my face turn bright red: he was getting way too close to what really happened. He must've taken that for a "yes" though, because he didn't wait for me to say anything. I was totally out of words anyway--the whole thing had gone completely sideways. He gave a little nod, like "Uh huh, got it."
"Look bud, people get caught, it's embarrassing as hell but there's nothing wrong with rubbing one out. And sometimes you just can't wait, I get it: something gets you going and hey, you need some alone time. Between us: I'm in the middle of a divorce, and I feel you, believe me." If he hadn't been holding my chin I think my jaw would've dropped. I mean, there was my coach, basically telling me he was beating his meat. A lot, apparently. I couldn't help myself--I took a quick look down at his underwear. Second shock of the afternoon: he was bigger! Not near as hard as I was right then, but no question the fabric was stretching out a bit. Holy shit, I thought.
I realized my glance had turned into a stare and I quickly looked back up, but I was totally busted. Coach didn't react, but I knew that he knew, and he knew it. My face felt like it was burning up. "Don't worry about it guy, everybody checks out everybody else, just to see how they stack up. Especially athletes--all that competitive spirit, right?" He shifted his weight and ended up an inch or so closer to me; he smelled just like Ollie. I felt my head being pulled forward as sure as if his hand was on the back of my head, and could barely fight off the sensation--it was that strong. "Go ahead and look if you want, I don't mind." He ran his thumb across my lower lip, just barely grazing it, and that was the end of fighting it. I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could he just slid that digit in there and I just naturally closed my lips around it and swabbed the tip with my tongue. It was a lot easier to handle than Ollie had been, that was for sure.
"Oh yeah, we're gonna have some fun," he said, and pushed it all the way in. Sucking on it gave me that same hot slutty feel I'd gotten when Ollie was blowing me and I played with my nips, and I shivered. He started to pull his thumb out, slowly, and I followed it, letting him lead me to his crotch. His cock was straining against the fabric now, fighting to pop upright; it was definitely bigger than mine, but probably not as big as Ollie's. Most important, it was right there. "Go ahead, kiss it," he urged in a husky voice. So I did. Just the head at first, then along the shaft until I reached the base. I could smell the soap mixed in with his own scent and breathed it in deeply. His body felt warm on my cheek and I licked the part of his shaft I could reach while my head rested against him. "You wanna suck your coach's cock?" he said in a low voice and I nodded.
"Uh huh." I was hungry for it, even more than I'd been for Ollie's.
"Go ahead bud, have a taste." That was all I needed to hear. I pulled his waist band down, slow enough that I could lick and kiss back up along his shaft as I freed more of it, but not too slow: I didn't want to wait much longer. As soon as his head was free it popped up, but I was ready and it slid right into my mouth. I moaned when it did--I was seriously that horny--and got as much of it in as I could. Coach wasn't as big as Ollie and I'd figured out a few things, so I got pretty far. Far enough for him to let out a satisfied "Mmmmyeah, that's it." I looked up and he was watching me closely; I locked gazes as I let him slip out of my mouth, loving the way his eyes widened as I swirled my tongue around the head. The faint first taste of precum told me I was getting to him like he was to me.
He put his fingers back under my chin and grinned. "Man, you are one thirsty dude. I can't wait to see you cut loose." He ran his thumb across my lips again. "Take off your clothes stud. I wanna see what you've got."
He didn't have to ask twice. I just about ripped off my hoodie and tee shirt while I kicked off my shoes, then shimmied out of my jeans and the rest in record time. Jeremy nodded at the sight of my dick slapping against my belly. I vaguely noticed that I was already dripping pretty good, but was distracted by the sight of him pulling off his briefs. His dick was long and lean, like Andy's but bigger, and he had a nice set of smooth balls hanging under it. The rest of him was hairier though, more than Andy but less than Ollie. Or maybe it just looked that way because Coach's hair was light brown instead of black. It didn't really matter to me though. What mattered was the sight of his dick sticking up from his lap as he bounced onto the bed and sat against the headboard. He gripped it and pointed it in my direction. "Why don't you come on over here and show your coach how you give a blowjob. Something tells me you're pretty good at it." He waggled his eyebrows, challenging me to prove him right.
I suddenly felt sort of shy. Not shy enough to stop crawling up the bed between his legs, but. He'd probably had way more BJs than I had by a long shot, and I'd only tried it the once. I decided to fess up before he told me how bad I was. "I've...only done this the once."
He got a considering look on his face for a sec, but then he sat up straight and grabbed my dick. "Well then I guess it's good you came to your ol' coach." He gave me a long slow stroke that made me shiver; I could feel myself leaking into his palm. "You're a great catcher Eric; we're gonna make a great cocksucker out of you too." I thought it was kind of funny that he was using the royal "we" suddenly, but his hand felt pretty righteous, and his dick was standing up red and shiny and waiting for me, so I put it out of my mind and got down to business.
"Oh yeah, that's it bud," he sighed as he leaned back, "your mouth feels great." One of the things about Coach Jeremy: he's really into the positive reinforcement. "Just go slow...no rush...uh huh." This was definitely an easier position than kneeling in front of a toilet, but I did graze him with my teeth by accident, making him twitch. "Easy chief! Just go slow...you've got plenty of time...there you go. Oh yeah, lick that spot again." I realized that if I didn't rush so much I could keep his dick maneuvered where I wanted, and my efforts would get him leaking more, which I was really getting into. I forced myself to keep the pace slow, but it was a struggle holding myself back. I made up for it by focusing on getting him deeper, and it seemed like I was starting to get the hang of it. At least, I wasn't gagging nearly as much.
"Okay Eric, I want you to take me as far in as you can, where you don't quite gag, and then just hold there. Can you do that?" Coach sounded a little out of breath, so I guess I was doing pretty well. I gave him a quick thumbs-up, then followed his instructions. "Oh yeah, that's it kiddo...your mouth feels so good. Now I want you to just hold it there, get used to it. You like feeling my cock in your mouth, don't you?" I groaned out a muffled affirmative. "Yeah you do. Think about how good it feels, how good I taste." He began lightly stroking my hair, which was way sexier than I would've expected. "Don't worry if you're drooling a bit, that's fine. Just focus on how much you love giving head. How you love my cock deep in there." His voice was low and calm, with just a little tremble that said how horny he was. The combination, along with the feel of his hands and the intoxicating smell from his crotch, was almost like being hypnotized. I felt that warm glow spreading through my body again as I relaxed. "Yeah, that's right, you love it stud. It tastes so fine, you just want to swallow me up. Go ahead, swallow the tip. Think about my precum running down your throat, into your belly, and the head of my cock following it...yeah, just like that...so fuckin' good." I don't know if it was some sort of hypnosis or what, but my gag reflex was just sort of fading away as I listened to him and focused on what he was telling me. I felt really relaxed and calm as I imagined his dick as the most delicious foods ever, and the next thing I knew I could feel him easing into my throat. I just let it keep coming while he rubbed my scalp and told me how good I was, and then my nose was bumping his groin.
"Fuckin' amazing," he kinda gasped, "you are fucking amazing Eric. Can you feel it? Can you feel me leaking while you're milking me?" I couldn't really make any noise, but I managed a little nod. "Okay, I want you to back off, real slow. Give your throat a chance to rest for a minute." I did what he said until I was down to about half of him in there. Now I could taste him for real, and I tilted my head one way and the other as I swirled my tongue around, mixing our fluids.
I'd just let out another little moan when I heard a "Whoa" from behind me. My instinct was to bolt up off the bed, but Coach held my head tight, and I was stuck.
"Hey Tyler, thought you'd never get done in there."
"Had a lot to clean up." I froze, beginning to freak out. I'd totally forgotten about Tyler. Tyler with smooth chest and toned bod, that mop of brown hair that you could tangle your fingers into, and green eyes like Coach's. I couldn't see him with my head in Coach's lap, but my in my imagination he was already hard.
"No worries. I was just giving Eric here some tips on giving head; he's doing great." Coach's voice was lazy and relaxed, like we'd been reviewing signals or something, and I started to chill. It also occurred to me that, duh, Jeremy would never have started something like this if Tyler were going to have a problem with it. Which meant...well, I was definitely surprised at what that meant.
"Looks like it." Tyler was definitely cool with the situation, and I relaxed. I heard a towel drop to the floor. "Maybe I could help?" He sounded hopeful.
"I've got a better idea. How 'bout you show Eric here that thing you like."
"Yeah, I could do that. Definitely." Tyler sounded pretty enthusiastic, and I wondered what he meant.
"Eric, keep on sucking me; we're gonna work on your concentration a bit. Let's see how you do when you're distracted. Keep it nice and slow, just like before." I nodded and began bobbing up and down again as I felt Tyler's weight behind me on the mattress. "That's great Eric, just like that. Don't go too deep this time." I really wanted to try that again, but he was the coach. And I got more flavor on my tongue this way, so I wasn't complaining.
I felt Tyler's hands grab my ass cheeks and spread them apart and paused. I wondered what he was going to use for lube: I realized I definitely wanted to get fucked again, but it seemed like it would hurt a lot without some. "Just focus on me Eric, on how much you love my cock. Don't worry about Tyler. Up and down, that's it." I'd just started again when I realized why Coach had said this was going to be a concentration exercise. And why I didn't have to worry about lube.
Tyler's tongue slid into my hole and the same shock wave crashed through me as when Andy's finger breached my chute. I groaned in total ecstasy, barely aware of Coach as Tyler began eating my ass. He'd just shaved and his cheeks were smooth against my crack as he dove in, and I pushed back into it; the sensations were making me shake. The warmth I'd been feeling turned into an inferno: I thought I'd been in a frenzy last night, but even that wasn't as intense. None of the sex I'd had up to then compared--and we weren't even really getting going.
"You like that don't you Eric?" Coach said in that same calm voice. "Show me. Swallow me as deep as you can, slowly like before. Open up your throat for me like Tyler's opening up your ass."
I almost sobbed. Tyler really knew what the fuck he was doing, and the more I opened up to him the deeper he got and the more I wanted to open up to him. Now Coach was asking me to focus on my mouth at the same time, and it felt like there was a rope inside me getting pulled tighter and tighter between the two sensations. But his voice was so chill and mellow it helped me stay grounded somehow, and I started doing what he asked. His dick felt and tasted as good as before, and that rich jock scent filling my nose turned me on just as much. But now all that was mixed up with the feel of Tyler all up in my hole, and the whole thing was scrambling my brains good. I couldn't keep straight the feelings in my ass and the feelings in my mouth: it was all just a cloud of make-me-come-please sensations, like nothing I'd ever experienced. Coach's hard-on slid deeper and deeper, and now he had to hold me back from going too fast. But I got my nose in his bush a lot faster than the first time, and when I eased back off I recovered fast: a few seconds to catch my breath and I was taking his fire hose right back down to the root. I realized after a few times that I could rock my hips in time to my head movement, and Tyler would time his thrusts to that. Pretty soon I was alternating between a dick head deep in my throat and a tongue deep up my ass, and I was in heaven. I could hear myself making these hungry whimpering noises, ones I'd never, ever made before, but I didn't care.
Okay, back. I'd forgotten how intense that night was, and I had to go jack off a couple of times. I think I got it out of my system for now, so back to it.
I was definitely getting into it, feeling like we were hitting a good rhythm and just generally going crazy together. Coach had started fucking up into my face, pretty slowly but forcefully, holding me down on his dick for a second or two before letting me back up, and starting to breath pretty heavy. And Tyler had grabbed me from behind and started jacking me lightly, which felt fantastic.
"I think he's ready, Tyler," Coach said. Yeah, he sounded pretty torqued up. It felt pretty sick, knowing that I could do that to him. For him.
"Yeah, me too," Tyler said, pulling out of my ass.
"Eric, I think it's time you got fucked. You're doing great, you deserve it. Does that sound good?"
I pulled off his dick and looked up at him. "Yeah Coach, fuck yeah."
"You liked Tyler's tongue, champ. I think you're gonna love his dick."
"Fuck yeah," I repeated. Right then that sounded fucking awesome. And it still does, which is what I don't understand. But anyway...
Tyler had hopped off the bed and I watched him as he grabbed his duffel and fished out some lube. I remember wondering to myself if I was the only one who hadn't packed any this weekend, and then he was getting back up on the bed. Where Coach was hairy, he was pretty much smooth, at least on his chest. There was some fur in his ass crack from the glimpse I got, but not a lot, and his legs and arms had about as much hair as Andy's, just a bit darker. His dick looked nice though: smaller than Coach's, but about the same size as Andy's--maybe with a fatter head. And he had a bit of a bend up while Andy's was straight. What would that feel like, I wondered. But I figured I was about to find out. He drizzled some of it on his fingers, and then slid two of them into me, shooting me a grin as I watched him. "Feels like you're ready bro," he said. He was right: I didn't have any problem fitting them in.
"Good job Tyler, looks like you got him nice and loose," Coach said approvingly, and Tyler beamed. Kinda cocky, but he'd earned it. Coach grabbed my chin and turned me back to him. "You give great head Eric. Go ahead and get back to it while Tyler gets in there. Remember: focus on filling your throat with my cock. Let Tyler handle giving your ass what it needs, understand?" I nodded. "And Eric? We're going to come first. You've already got me close, and Tyler's your age, he'll come fast. You're going to have my load in your mouth and his up your ass when you come; I promise you you'll love it." I knew he was right: the thought of blowing my load while these studs' juice leaked from either end set me on fire with that same sexy slut energy I'd experienced before. I wondered how Coach knew what I'd like--had other guys been in my position?
"I wanna suck you dry Coach," I said. I looked over my shoulder. "Breed my fuckin' hole Tyler."
His green eyes crinkled and he slapped my ass. "Gonna fill you up dude."
"That's the spirit guys," Jeremy said. "Let's get to it. Eric, swallow my cock. All the way now."
I eagerly dove in, and as I did Tyler slide up my chute. His dick did feel different, stretching me out more and rubbing harder on that spot I liked, but I was stretched out and lubed up enough to take it. And I barely hesitated as Coach pushed into my throat, groaning this time as he relaxed and let me do my thing. Remembering what I'd done with Ollie I worked my hand into the mix, jacking him when he wasn't deep in my mouth. "Uhnnn...that's great Eric, keep it up. Gonna come soon buddy...fill you up." I could taste him leaking more and was really getting into it. I realized I'd been too quick to think Ollie's spunk didn't taste good. Maybe Coach's was different, but I don't think so--I was just learning to appreciate it more. Although I've tried my own a couple times since then just to see, and theirs tastes better. But no one's complained about mine, so I guess that's fine.
So I was kinda going nuts on Coach--I was definitely into the taste I'd had so far, and couldn't wait to get the mother lode. And just like before Tyler's action in my backside was all mixed up in it, so the feel of his cock sliding in and out of my ass blurred together with the taste and feel of Coach pumping in my mouth. I started to reach for my cock, but Coach stopped me. "Not yet bud," he said. His voice was low, but he was breathing deeply and he was hard as a rock. "Just focus on my prick. How good it tastes and feels. How good you feel sucking me while Tyler fucks you. How good you'll feel when you swallow my cum. You want my load don't you?" I nodded and groaned--he was right. This was like I was being edged, but like 1,000 times better. "That's right. You're so close Eric. Bring me home...ah yeah, like that." I'd just taken him all the way in again. "Go a little faster Tyler, he's ready. Unnhhh...suck it Eric, suck it kid...." He tangled his fingers in my hair and started fucking up into my mouth, and I took it eagerly--he was close. I whimpered when Tyler started pumping more vigorously. I had no trouble taking it, and he was hitting that spot faster and harder like a mirror image of Coach, who was getting close for sure. It was hot as hell feeling him squirm from my blowjob, knowing how good I could make him feel. I always liked it when I was doing good in bed, and this was like a more intense version of this.
"Uhhnn...fuuuck Eric...your mouth feels so good! Uh! Uh! Uh! AAAAHH!!" Coach bucked and slammed all the way in, mashing my face into his crotch; if I hadn't gotten used to deep throating him I would've gagged for sure. In case his groans hadn't tipped me off, I felt his dick swell up; I knew what was happening next. Sure enough, a second later I felt a warm jet splash down my throat, filling it and forcing me to back off or start choking. The next one coated my tongue and we both moaned: Coach because he was coming, me for the taste and also the fact that Tyler had just rammed into me even harder, stretching my hole and making my ass ache for more. I swirled my tongue around Coach's head as he kept coming, swallowing as fast as I could while I jerked him like I did with Ollie. I could feel a mix of jizz and drool running down my chin, but I was doing the best I could: the sensations in my ass were making it harder and harder to focus. Tyler had stayed balls-deep and grabbed my hips, then began grinding on me. I could feel his bush tight against my ass, and more importantly the motion was stretching and rubbing my hole intensely. I swallowed another mouthful of Coach's juice, finally keeping up as he finished coming, and then had to stop for a second as a long moan escaped me. Sitting on Andy's cock had been a great intro, but doggie style pushed my buttons in new ways that I was really digging.
I could feel a final dribble of cum running down my tongue and threatening to escape, so I quickly wrapped my lips back around the dick in my mouth and swabbed it clean, making Coach jerk one more time. He was panting and I could smell fresh sweat on him. He loosened his grip on my skull as his body relaxed, then patted my cheek. "That was great," he sighed, "you did great Eric." I only half-heard him though: Tyler's cock hadn't let up and my next moan was louder. "Tyler's cock feels great, doesn't it?" he asked.
"Yeah..." I whined, "yeah." Now that I didn't have to focus on Coach's dick (except for his taste) I could pay more attention to my other end. It was all the sensations of yesterday, but without the release of jacking off. I reached for my dick again, needing the release, but Coach gripped my wrists and stopped me again.
"Not yet bud," he said. "Time to focus on what makes your ass feel good. The more you tell your buddy, the better he can make you feel. We're a team here, right?"
"Okay," I croaked, not really sure where to go with that. When I didn't say anything Tyler pushed in hard, then kind of lifted up, stretching me in that direction. It felt really good and I groaned.
"You like that?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"How 'bout this?" This time he pushed down when he was all the way in and that felt even better.
"Yeahhhh...do that again." He did and I moaned again. "Uh huh..." I dropped my head and let my forehead rest on Coach's belly with his pubes tickling my chin. He stroked my hair as Tyler repeated his move a few more times, and I squeezed my eyes shut in pleasure. "More," I panted.
"You want him to go harder Eric?"
"Yes." That's what I needed: more stimulation right there.
"Go ahead and tell him."
I felt kind of weird giving directions--I usually just kinda steer a chick around or make a little noise or something to get her to do what I want. But I really wanted to feel more of what Tyler was doing to me, so... "Harder dude, go harder." Tyler's strokes got longer and yeah, the extra stimulation felt great. I gripped Coach's thighs. "More." Now we were getting into power fucking territory: I could hear his body slapping against mine, hard enough to make my body jerk. He changed his angle a little and hit my spot even better, and without even thinking a loud "Fuck me!" came out of my mouth. I've done a little Googling on anal stuff so now I know about the prostate and shit, but at the time all I knew was that it felt fucking amazing, and I wanted more. I started pushing back into him, meeting his thrusts. My dick was aching and I wanted to come so bad, but I knew Coach was gonna make me wait until Tyler got his nut. I couldn't wait to feel him shoot that load, just so I'd finally be able to get mine.
Tyler was really going to town, breathing heavy and everything as he pounded me. A couple times he went too far and his dick popped out, but he was right back in there almost before I realized it. I was amazed at how easy it went in now, no trouble at all. "Fuck your ass feels good," he grunted. "Clamp down on my dick when I slide out." I tried clenching my ring like he said, trying to time it, but I was stretched so much already it didn't feel like I was doing much. It did increase the friction though, which I liked. And I guess it was enough for Tyler, because he groaned out a "Fuck yeah, just like that. Love that tight meaty ass. Uhnn...shit!"
"You getting close Ty?" Coach asked. He'd started rubbing my shoulders and arms along with my head, which wasn't much compared to the other sensations I was processing, but was a nice bonus.
"Uh huh," Tyler grunted in between little moans. I knew that sound--I make the same one when I'm about to come. I concentrated even harder on squeezing my ass around him, and he let out an extra-load noise. "Fuck yeah, keep doing that! Awww fuck...unh! UNH UNH UNH!!" He's a strong guy, and even though I was braced on knees and elbows he still came close to knocking me flat when he came. I felt hot liquid splash up into my guts, and realized it was a big turn-on getting him off like that, just like with Coach. I couldn't taste Tyler's load obviously, but I sure knew it was there.
"That's it Ty, fuck me! Come in my ass!" I'd never said anything like that, but then again I'd never done anything like this either. Well, hardly ever. But I figured he'd appreciate the cheerleading, and besides it was hot talking dirty like this.
He must've liked it or something, because he was still coming when he gave me a reach-around. His hand had some lube on it still, and although I hadn't realized it I had a fair amount of precum on me, so it was nothing like jacking it dry. And it didn't matter anyway: I'd been so horned up for so long that he was only two or three strokes into it before I blew. "OH FUCK!!!" My voice actually broke like I was fourteen again, the sensation was that intense. My ass clamped down hard, which I'm sure Tyler enjoyed, and I saw stars as I finally erupted in the grand finale of our fuckfest. Coach had been right to make me wait: all that other stuff had primed my pump better than anything, and I felt like the top of my head might come off--either one of them. My balls nearly hurt they drained so hard and fast, and I felt wet goo hitting hard on my throat, chin, chest--my dick was just spraying everywhere. I couldn't talk, just wailed out nonsense shit as Taylor filled me up with jizz on one side and drained it out the other.
Okay, back from another JO break.
So eventually I came back to my senses; I was a mess in every way. I had a mix of my drool and Coach's cum on my cheeks and chin, my hole was sloppy with Tyler's jizz, and I'd basted myself good with my own load. My brain was good and scrambled from all the sensations it'd been handling, and my whole body had that post-workout endorphin/exhaustion thing going. Tyler's dick was still in my ass as he recovered--I could hear him breathing heavy. Finally he slid out with a wet pop. "I'm gonna clean up real quick. Be right back." He sounded pretty faded himself, but at least he could walk. I could barely manage to tip over onto my back.
Coach slid down next to me and lay on his side. "How you doin' bud?" he asked.
I almost felt like I was floating, my body felt so warm and relaxed. My throat was definitely kind of sore, and my ass felt pretty well-used too. I could taste Jeremy's jizz still, and smell him on my face; it felt good. "Good," I said, "real good." I hesitated saying the words out loud, but the sex buzz had lowered my inhibitions. "Low key, that was the best sex I've ever had."
"I'm glad. You sure seemed to have a good time." He leaned over and licked my pec where I'd left a couple of tracks. "Tastes like it too." He grinned. "You need a trim though."
"Yeah." I use clippers on my chest--pretty easy to do if you're already manscaping. But I don't really stay on top of it until it gets hot, so the stubble was kind of at that awkward bristly length. "I think Tyler got his trim at least." That was kind of a weird leap from pussy to my ass, but Coach got it anyway and laughed.
"Yeah, you took care of him good." His tongue followed the trail up the side of my neck. "And me too. You did great Eric." He leaned over and slid his tongue between my lips. Nothing pushy, just giving me the option to open up. I was too tired for anything serious, but I liked what he was doing, so we just lay there smelling like sex and making out lazily; it was pretty sick.
Tyler came and joined us a couple minutes later. Didn't say anything, just climbed in on my other side and leaned in. The three of us carried on for a few minutes more, just chilling. I've always been a blow and go type, but I wanted that warm glow to linger, and while it did this just seemed natural. At one point Tyler broke off and sucked my dick clean. I was still soft, but I appreciated the sight of his full lips wrapped around my dick, and his tongue felt nice.
"He tastes good doesn't he?" Jeremy asked as Tyler came back up.
"Yeah, real good." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Maybe next time you should suck him off."
"For sure." Tyler gave me a look that said it was settled in his mind at least.
"That okay with you Eric, having our other catcher blow you? Maybe after practice sometime?..."
"Yeah," I nodded. After everything I'd tried in the last 24 hours I sure wasn't going to say no to a blowie from a stud like him. "Yeah, definitely."
"Double practice," Tyler joked.
Coach smiled. "He doesn't need much buddy; Eric sucked me off like a champ. You sure that was only your second blowjob?"
I nodded. "Yeah, just started." Then wished I'd kept my mouth shut when the light bulb went on over Coach's head.
"Eric, why don't you tell me what really happened last night? Why'd you come over here?" He didn't sound pissed, and with us all posted up like this I figured I might as well spill the beans.
"Okay, but you guys can't tell anyone okay? No one." The two of them exchanged a look, and then nodded. "All right." I took a deep breath, then gave them the short version of what happened. Not all the stuff I put down here, but I'm sure they could fill in the blanks.
When I finished Tyler just breathed out "Holy shit, that sounds hot as hell. Figures it'd be the fuckin' twins."
I gave them a confused look--what did he mean "figures?"
"We were pretty sure they've been messing around--Tyler overheard them talking in the locker room one time. I didn't figure Kevin would be part of it though." Tyler started to say something but I saw Coach give him a tiny shake of his head, which meant I wasn't going to be able to find out more than that. At least not right away.
"I didn't think _you'd be swimming in the dude pool," Tyler said, poking me playfully in the chest. "You been thinking about it for a while?'
"Nope. It was just a...I dunno, spur of the moment thing. Something came over me." As hot as this had been, I wasn't really comfortable thinking about what'd come over me. I mean, that's the shit that's keeping me up right now. Am I gay? Straight? Bi? What? Why those guys? I mean, they're hot, but a lot of the guys on the team are. But I'd never paid them any attention. Was it just these guys I had some sort of buried fetish thing for? Or am I all in on dick now? I thought I knew what I liked, but this whole thing has seriously rocked my world and now I've gotta figure out a lot of stuff.
"Oh." Tyler seemed kinda disappointed for some reason. "Like this I guess."
"Eric," Coach stepped in, "you don't need to do this again with us. It's fine if you don't."
"No, it's cool." I was surprised at how fast I shut that down. He'd given me a perfect out if I'd wanted it. But... "This was really hot."
"Yeah it was," Tyler looked relieved and kinda happy about it. "You really got me off good." We both sighed, remembering, then laughed.
Coach slid his palm over my belly, rubbing lightly. "You know Eric, Tyler likes it doggy style too," he said, letting that hang there.
"Yeah?" I looked at my fellow catcher. That was...interesting. Thinking about how Coach knew that about him got some blood flow diverted below my waist.
Tyler lowered his head so his mop of brown hair obscured his face a bit, but I could see he was blushing a bit. But he didn't deny it. "Yep." His hand joined Jeremy's on my belly; when I glanced down I could see all three of us were starting to bone up. "Feels real good."
I wrapped my fingers around his dick and gave a squeeze. "Yeah, I remember."
"You ever do anal Eric?" Coach asked as he slid his hands into my pubes. "Giving?" I shook my head, distracted by his warm grip on my hardening shaft. "Maybe it's time you get in a little more training then, you think?"
I wrapped my other hand around Coach's big dick and sighed; this was getting good. "Yeah, we should do that." Just because I'd spent the last day learning how much I liked things going in me, didn't mean I'd forgotten how much I liked fucking.
"Tyler, why don't you get the lube?" Coach slid his tongue in my mouth, more forcefully than before, and started jacking me slowly while Tyler rolled off the mattress to get the bottle from wherever it'd ended up. I slid my palm up and down Coach's hard on, loving the feel of the warm shaft with its sparse hairs rising to the smooth head. The fresh memory of it deep in my throat came back and I made a low noise in my throat.
Jeremy pulled back and smiled, looking down at what I was doing. "You like that dick huh?"
"Yeah," I breathed.
"Thinking about it in your mouth?" I nodded. "Don't worry, you'll have plenty more chances. But it looks like our other catcher found the lube, so let's have some different fun first. C'mon back over Tyler. Hand me the lube."
Tyler lay back down beside me, and when Coach let go of me he took over, keeping me good and hard as I returned the favor to the two dicks in my hands.
"Spread your legs for him Tyler," Coach instructed. Tyler rolled on his side with his legs bent, then lifted his left knee up. I'd have total access to his hole like this; it was hot thinking about it.
"Okay Eric, face him." I wasn't sure where this was going, but I figured I'd like it no matter what, so I did what he said, even if I had to let go of him when I turned my back. I heard him pop the cap and a farting noise from the bottle as he squirted some out, then he handed it to me. "Get a good amount on your right fingers." Tyler was watching all this with a knowing smile on his face, jerking his cock as he did; I could see he was already leaking. When I got the lube on them he gave me a little nod of approval.
Coach had rolled onto his side behind me; I could feel the heat from his body and feel the tip of his dick at the base of my spine. He leaned over and talked in my ear, using that low soothing voice of his. Instantly it made me think of my first training session with him, and I shivered. "Remember how Andy fingered you?" I nodded. "How'd he do it?" he prompted.
"Slow," I said. I wanted to start jerking my cock, but my right hand was covered in lube and I knew that wasn't for me.
"That's right. Like this, right?" His hand slid down my crack and then his finger was at my pucker, slick and warm.
"Uh huh," I croaked. I didn't have to be told to mirror Tyler's position so he could have better access.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" I nodded; I was already leaking.
"That's right. Go ahead and do the same thing to Tyler. Tyler, take your hand off your dick, bud." He complied and I reached out and slid my hand between his legs. It wasn't that different than getting ready to finger a chick, just a little farther back, and I had his balls nestled against my hand and my middle finger where it needed to go in no time. He had a bit of fur around his hole--I guess he didn't manscape that far back--but his pucker was hairless. I rubbed around it, exploring the wrinkled skin, and Tyler sucked in his breath while his dick jumped.
"See that Eric? That's how you know you're doing it right." Coach began rubbing in little circles around mine, and my own dick jumped. "Now keep working on Tyler. See what he likes. Take your time, there's no rush. Tyler, tell him what you like. Eric, tell me what you like, or try it on Tyler if you want." He licked the side of my neck. "Think how good his ass is going to feel when you've got him good and loosened up for your prick." Talk about an inspirational speech--I was all in for imagining what his ass would be like.
"Do the circles," Tyler said; when I did he started wiggling his ass a little, pushing against me, so I started rubbing harder. "Mmmhmm, yeah," he said in a strained voice.
I remembered what that felt like, but Coach's touch was still too light and teasing. "Press harder Coach. Uhhn..."
"Like that?"
I nodded eagerly.
He changed his motion from circles to back and forth, grazing the center of my hole where the sensations were the most intense. My dick jumped and I felt myself opening to him.
"Your asshole is already opening for me Eric, that's great, it means you're ready for more. See if Tyler is."
I was pretty sure he was: he already had a line of precum stretching from his piss slit to the bedspread. When I started moving my finger like Coach was doing I felt his opening flutter, like he was blinking, and then the resistance was gone. I pushed in easily, but slowly, watching like Coach said to see how he'd react.
He groaned, and a fresh droplet slid down the existing strand to the bed. "Deeper Eric," he groaned, "all the way in man...aaahh..." His head sank down to the bed as I pushed in, and he started grinding his hips. "So fuckin' good..." His eyes slid shut and he started playing with one nipple. So I wasn't the only one who did that, that was cool.
"Look how he's dripping Eric, you're doing great. Let's see if you leak this much, huh?" Coach eased his finger in; between the lube, Tyler's dick, and the jizz left in there he didn't have any problem. "Can you find this spot in his ass?" Coach started moving his finger around, searching, and then he hit that magic spot. I jerked when he did, and a second later a big old glob of goo dripped out; unlike Tyler's it was cloudy. "You really do like that huh?" he said.
He backed off on the stimulation enough for me to get some focus back, and I started poking around in Tyler's hole. I wasn't really sure what I was looking for, but I had a pretty good idea where it was. Pretty soon I found a spot that seemed a little firmer, and when I gave it a tentative poke Tyler sucked in his breath and twitched. "Yeah there," he said, "right there!" I started rubbing it and he groaned. His dick turned a deep red and he started clenching and unclenching his right hand, while his left pinched his nipple hard. Coach began working my spot again, and soon both of us were panting and squirming. "Get another finger in there man!" he gasped. I did easily, making him groan again, then joined him as Coach's second finger stretched me open too.
I don't think that went on for more than a minute before Tyler snapped. "I can't take it," he panted. "I need some D man!" He reached down and pulled my hand away, then rolled off the bed and knelt in the middle of the other one. His face looked hungry and desperate, which was how I felt. Coach was already pulling his fingers out. "Go get him champ, I'm right behind you." I didn't waste any time, got right on my knees behind him and grabbed my dick, ready to fill my teammate up. Tyler had already reached around to pull his cheeks apart; with his ass in the air I had a clear view of my target. I licked my lips in anticipation.
I thought Coach was setting us up for another spit roast with Tyler as the guest of honor this time, but he'd meant what he said literally. I was getting into position and was just about to slide my head into his gaping hole when I felt a strong arm wrap around my chest and fingers at my chute again. "You need this too I think, right Eric?"
"Yes, yeah. Fuck me Coach." The feel of his chest fur rubbing against my back as he wiggled his dick into position was sexy as fuck, and I sank back onto his shaft with a welcome groan. I was glad Tyler had fucked me first, because Coach was definitely bigger and thicker; he would've been a challenge. But by now I probably could've shoved a cucumber in there without any problem, and his extra thickness just made me want more. "Oh fuck yeah," I groaned as he slid all the way in, "oh fuck yeah." I felt his bush against my ass, but even though he was balls-deep inside me he kept up the pressure, forcing my hips forward. I'd been so distracted by Coach Jeremy's fuck stick I'd almost forgotten the good times my own was due for. I got my head lined back up on Tyler's pucker and slid in, with Coach staying buried to the hilt the whole time.
"Fuck yeah Eric, that feels fucking awesome."
"God, your fucking ass," I groaned, "so fucking tight." He felt amazing wrapped around my dick; I wasn't going to last long at all.
"It's all yours bro. Fuck my brains out."
I began to slide out for the first stroke. "How do you like it?" I grunted, remembering my second training session.
"Just fuckin pound me man, gimme some good hard dickin'."
Well that was pretty clear. I slammed in hard and gasped as the motion slid me deep into Tyler's hole and pulled my own almost completely off of Coach. The simultaneous sensations were insane and I had to brace myself on Tyler's hips to stay up. Holy fuck was that something.
"You like that Eric?" Coach's grip was firm on my shoulders, holding me in place as he slid back in.
"Yep." I was struggling to keep my balance.
"Just start slow bud," he breathed in my ear. "Follow my rhythm." He started pumping slowly and with short strokes, letting me figure out how to time it so I could rock back and forth on the two of them.
"Shit Eric, you fuckin' tease," Tyler grunted, "I need that dick, man."
"I know you do Tyler, just hang on." Coach's voice was low and firm. "Eric's getting it, aren't you?"
"Yeah," I gasped, and picked up the pace. I was getting it all right. Especially when Tyler started squeezing my shaft like he'd wanted me to do. Now I understood why: it was like getting milked, or something. His hole was loose, but that ass of his was muscular as hell, and he knew how to use it. I started rabbiting away, not wanting to lose the thick dick up my own ass, but eager to give my teammate the power fucking he wanted. After what he'd done to me he'd sure earned it.
"Ah fuck Eric, yeah! Fuck!" Tyler's face was pressed into the carpet, but I could see he'd reached down and started flogging himself at top speed. "Almoooost...GAH!" He bucked and I felt his ass clamp down on me, like I was jerking off with the tightest grip possible. Coach slammed into my ass then and started giving me the power fucking I hadn't asked for, but needed bad. I gave up trying to run things and just let him grab my hips and push me in and out of Tyler's hole while he sprayed his load on the bedspread. I felt my own balls boiling from the front and back assault and my head fell back against Coach's shoulder. My eyes rolled back and I erupted like I hadn't come in a week. "Fuck! Fuungghhhgguhfuck! Oh fuck! Fuck me!!" I could feel Tyler's hole getting sloppy as I filled it up, but he kept taking it like a champ, milking me all the way even though his spasms had slowed down. I kept pounding away, using him like Coach was using my own hole; it was a mind scrambler.
The two of us had more or less finished when his breathing picked up in my ear and his thrusts got more urgent. Even though I'd just finished coming the thought of this rugged guy breeding my ass felt like a dream come true. A dream I'd never had before, but now with his masculine scent filling my nostrils, the taste of his cum fresh in my mouth, and the feel of his fat cock pounding deep inside me, it felt more right than anything I'd ever done with another person. "Fuck me Coach! Do it!" I urged him on like I'd never done with a chick. "Shoot that load up my ass!" He groaned and pulled me tight, and for the second time that night I felt the warm glow of another guy's spunk fill my hole. I don't know what about him turned me into a freakin' man whore, but at that moment I wouldn't've traded it for anything.
We all stayed in that position for a couple more minutes, locked together. Coach licked the sweat off my neck and whispered "Thanks Eric" in my ear; it gave me shivers. On pure instinct I bent over until my stomach was pressed into Tyler's back. I licked his shoulder, savoring the taste and scent, and then did the same. "Thanks bud," I whispered. "That was awesome."
"Thank *you," he panted. He turned his head to look at me out of the corner of his eye and grinned. "I never thought I'd have a chance to get your cock up my ass. Worth it." I felt Jeremy slide out of my ass with a wet pop, and after a second I straightened back up and undocked from Tyler, who rolled over onto his back. We all looked at each other and laughed: if a group of guys ever looked well-fucked it was us.
"All right you guys," Coach said. "It's way past lights-out. Let's get you showered and in bed. I wanna win that game tomorrow, and I expect you two to play your asses off." I hadn't realized how long our sexcapades had gone on for, but he was right. Especially after that morning's fiasco, I didn't want to let the team down again.
"We can save time if we shower together," Tyler said to me with a grin.
"You're on." Turns out a shower quickie is a great way to get ready for bed. I slept like a rock and felt great when the alarm went off. We won the last game 7-6, with Andy shutting out the last three innings. Go Miners!
Afterwards we were all waiting for the bus back, milling around and shooting the shit, when Ollie kinda sidled up to me; it was just the two of us. "Chew?" he held out a pouch to me, but I shook my head. "So what happened to you last night?' he asked in a low voice.
I just shrugged. No way was I going into details with the team milling around us. No one was close, but one wrong word overheard and we'd be in the shit. "Just crashed with Coach and Tyler."
"What, we're not good enough anymore?" His face said he was just yanking my chain.
"Nah man. I just wanted to get some sleep, not fuck up today."
Ollie was looking straight ahead; anyone glancing over would think it was just a casual chat. But he did laugh. "Yeah, I was pretty faded too." He shot me a knowing grin. "Even more today." He spit and went back to looking at the other guys. "You should come over and chill when we get back. Your balls must be getting pretty backed up by now."
"Umm...maybe." My dick definitely stiffened up at his suggestion, but I'd been drained dry last night. That left my brain free to start freaking out a little: as hot as my session with Ollie had been I wasn't sure I wanted this to be a regular thing. Still not.
He smirked. "What, you rubbed one out in the john after the game?"
"Not exactly..." I was on the fence on whether to fess up. I mean, Coach Jeremy and Tyler knew about them. But it seemed like it might make things complicated.
Too late. Ollie turned right around, mouth open. "No. Fuckin'. Way!" He kept his voice down, but he was making me a little nervous. "You and...Tyler?" I blushed. "Holy shit! I kinda wondered, but I figured 'no way!' You dog! How'd you do it without Coach catching you?" I turned deep red at that one, and his dark eyes got huge. "Hooooooly shit!" If he hadn't been whispering it would've been a shout. "You bagged Coach Jeremy?!!" He spun around and put his hands to his forehead. "Oh my fuckin' God! I've had him in the spank bank for--well, for a while, and you go out and smash on your first try! You lucky motherfucker! Damn!!" He spun around again. He looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was close, then grabbed me by the shoulder and leaned in until our foreheads were nearly touching. "Dude, I swear: when we get back I want to hear every." He poked me in the chest. "Single." Poke. "Detail." Poke. "And," he added with a sly grin, "I'll suck your fuckin' dick anytime you want for a week if you do. Deal?"
There was no way he was gonna let this go, so I just rolled my eyes. "Sure, fine. But you don't hafta suck my dick." Although I wasn't gonna fight him off.
He grinned wide. "Then I'll let you suck mine. Damn!! Wait'll I tell Andy about this." He trotted off to find his roommate, and I wondered just how crazy my life was going to get. Still finding out actually....
The bus pulled up and I strolled over, hoping to get lost in the scrum before Andy came over to grill me. Before I could get there though Kevin intercepted me. He had circles under his eyes that said he hadn't slept a lot, but was in a good mood. "Hey buddy, missed you last night." He gave me a sly look, waiting for me to say something, but this was definitely not the time.
"Long story," I shrugged.
"Okay, whatever man, but you sure missed a good time." He leaned in close. "Why didn't you tell me how good that shit felt dude? I mean, damn--Andy knows his shit, amiright?" He looked like he might say more, but it was obvious we needed to get on the bus and there were too many guys milling around to keep talking. He backed away and let his voice return to normal. "Hey, we'll talk later. I'll catch you up!" With that he merged into the mob of guys slinging their bags into the luggage bay and filing on board.
I was kinda pissed as I joined in: between Ollie and Kevin grabbing my ear, and being short, I got stuck in the back. By the time I got on board there weren't any empty rows free up front or even in the middle, which was fine: things were always rowdier up there. But if I wanted to just put in my earbuds and nap I was stuck with a seat way in the back, almost to the shitter. Great. I weighed having to be social versus disgusting smells, and decided to take a chance that they'd cleaned the bathroom. I peeled off my jacket, dropped it into the aisle seat, and grabbed the window one. As soon as the coaches finished role call and the doors closed I put in my Beats, started up some swing music (my darkest secret before this weekend), and pulled my hat down to get some Zs, hoping not to be disturbed.
Once the guys settled down it got pretty quiet, and I actually got a nap in. I don't know how long I was out, but when a pothole jolted me awake it was raining and starting to get dark; the bus was pretty quiet. I just looked out the window for a few minutes, zoning, when I realized that Andy was standing there.
"Hey roomie," he said, grabbing my jacket and dropping into the seat next to me, "how's it hanging?"
I pulled my earbuds out. "I'm good." I eyed him, wondering if he was gonna say something stupid. Not likely though: the rows in front of me were empty and most of the guys were on their phones watching movies or whatever, not paying attention to us.
He leaned in a little. "Heard you had a good night." His eyes lit up. "Sorry I missed it." He was close enough that I even with the latrine disinfectant wafting around I could still catch that woodsy scent of his. And he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt that hugged his body and showed off his pecs and shoulders really well. I couldn't help biting my lower lip a little, knowing what was under there. He grinned and raised his eyebrows. "Ollie said you promised to tell us all about it though."
"Yeah, sure." I could feel my face turning red a little. I made sure the guys knew when I was getting some just so I didn't have to take any crap, but I didn't share details the way guys like Darryl or Mac or some of the others did.
Andy checked around, then leaned over until his lips were almost at my ear; the feel of his breath was enough to get me boning up. "You know, it's a package deal. Give us the deets and I could blow you too." His tongue flicked my ear and I sucked in my breath. "Maybe both of us at once."
"Oh Jesus," I whispered. I don't know how I managed to get so horny so fast, but if we hadn't been in the back of the team bus I would've been tearing my clothes off.
He leaned back a hair and rested his forearm on my shoulder, turning his body to get a view forward. If anyone looked back it'd just seem like we were two buds having a chat. But his right hand was planted on my crotch, working his thumb over my bulge while his fingers slid towards the underside of my balls. His face was relaxed as he finished getting me hard, but I was having more trouble controlling myself. "Or you know," he murmured, "you could ride my dick again." He gave me a squeeze that made me suck in my breath, and I spread my legs a little to give his fingers some room. My jacket was on his lap, but when I slipped my hand under it I found he was rocking a serious bulge too. "Yep, that's the one," he joked--but his voice was a little tight too, and he flexed his dick every time I gave him a squeeze. I could feel his jeans getting damp after a couple minutes of this, and I know mine were too.
He suddenly straightened up and let go of me, but it was just to switch to using his left hand. His right one joined mine under the jacket, and I felt him fumbling around with the buttons on his fly. "Andy!" I whispered and shook my head. A little groping was fun, but this was crazy.
"Don't be a pussy, Ollie and I do this all the time." I must've looked as shocked as I felt--how did no one notice this?!--because he raised his eyebrows in a "well, maybe" look. "Okay, a couple of times. But it's totally hot, and no one's gonna notice. If anyone walks back here we'll see 'em coming and just be cool." He fumbled for another minute, and then his dick popped out, warm and moist against my hand. He wrapped my fingers around it. "C'mon Eric, do me and I'll do you." He gave me a good grope with his left hand, hard enough to make me bite my lip to keep quiet, and I felt my briefs get stickier; I couldn't believe how much I was leaking already.
So was he. I started stroking him and really soon his whole head was slick with precum, which made my job easier. "Oh yeah," he whispered, "mmhmm." His eyes slid half shut and he started rocking his hips faster. I could feel him getting super hard, and a minute later he choked out "close!" I took a look up the bus to make sure no one was getting ready to hit the head, but there wasn't even anyone standing up in their seats; we were fine.
Except I suddenly realized that Andy was about to blow his load all over my jacket, and from the amount of juice leaking it was going to be really soon. "Fuck!" I muttered. Taking another quick glance I pulled the jacket off and dove on his cock. Even though I was freaking out I couldn't help enjoying the smell and taste of it, along with the feel of it sliding in. I relaxed my throat like Coach taught me and swallowed the whole thing. "Uuh!" Andy grunted and gripped the arm rests--I don't think he was planning on that either. "Fffck!" He was struggling to keep quiet, but I guess I was making that pretty tough. I didn't bob up and down more than a couple times before he was coating my tonsils; it wasn't too big a load and I swallowed it all, no problem. Not even a drop on his jeans. Is it weird that I'm kind of proud of that? But he tasted really good, and it didn't bother me at all to swallow it. I took a few seconds to enjoy it before I realized where we were and my head popped up damn fast.
Andy still looked a little dazed, so I guess he liked the blowie. "Did not expect you to do that dude," he said, a little out of breath. "That was sick." He took a quick look around--a little late now, I thought--and quickly tucked his dick back in.
"You were gonna fuck up my jacket." I picked it up off the floor.
He looked at it and his eyes widened briefly. "Ohhh shiit. Yeah, that would've been bad. I forgot to grab some TP to shoot into. Sorry about that."
I shrugged, playing it cool. "Doesn't bother me."
He grinned--he saw right through me. "No it didn't, did it?" He shook his head. "Man, this whole time Ollie and I thought we were the only ones on the team who, well, you know. This season is gonna be fuckin' sick!" Although he looked totally pumped, I wasn't sure how I felt about him assuming we'd be hooking up on the regular, but it's not like I'd been fighting him off so far. His left hand went to my crotch and I decided I could worry about that later. It felt great when he started rubbing, and got me leaking good again. "There he is," Andy said as his palm and thumb moved up and down. "Should we let your friend out to play?"
"Don't let anyone see," I whispered.
His eyebrows twitched. "Maybe I should just get you off in your jeans then. You want me to do that? Get your underwear all sticky?" Even though he'd just gotten off I could tell he thought the idea was pretty hot; I kinda did too. And I was so horny from sucking him off he could probably do it even through the thick denim. "Or should I return the favor?" He parted his lips and licked them; the look he gave me as he did settled it.
"Suck my cock," I whispered. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but the thought of him blowing me was irresistible.
"Pull it out," he whispered back. He slid his hand down to give me access to my fly and began pressing on my taint; I could feel the juice leaking out every time he did that. I hurried to unzip my fly, then had to struggle a bit to get my dick out through the briefs and then into the air. I really need to switch to button flies: the zipper feels like someone's teeth on your shaft unless you tug your underwear out for padding, which is a pain and doesn't work all that great anyway. Andy watched as I went through the whole procedure, looking amused. "Button fly dude," he said.
"Yeah, no shit," I whispered back. I was horny as hell and impatient to get off. Finally I got situated though and had my dick out, ready to get sucked. "Go for it."
He didn't waste any time, just dove in and swallowed it, while his right hand took over the taint-rubbing duties. I sucked in my breath as his tongue swabbed my head, then again as he started pressing under my balls. I slid a little lower in the seat and spread my legs as much as I could and he took the hint: his finger moved lower, towards my hole, making me squirm. If we'd been in the motel room I would've been going nuts, but instead I just panted out a quick "Yeah, that." We weren't in the most comfortable position, but he synched his finger with his mouth so the dribbles of precum he was milking from the taint massage got sucked up by his mouth. I put one hand on the back of his head arched my back, then flexed in the other direction. I knew I couldn't start bucking around without someone noticing, but there was no way I could keep completely still. Each time he pressed and sucked the sensations in my dick got stronger and stronger; I was getting really close. I think Andy knew it, because he squeezed his left hand around my base and went full on with the suction. My whole body locked up and I started shooting into his mouth; if anyone had glanced back at all they wouldn't've had any question what was going on. Obviously at that moment all I cared about was the intense feelings in my dick. I kept my noise to almost nothing though--a couple of grunts--and then I was shuddering as Andy finished draining me dry. When he pulled his face out of my lap it was red and his lips were shiny with spit, but just like me he hadn't missed a drop. He didn't say anything, but he did lift his eyebrows in a question. I just nodded and stowed my junk before I collapsed back, breathing heavily. I managed to give Andy a thumbs-up, which he turned into a fist bump; we both laughed at that. "Nice one bro," he said in a more normal tone of voice.
"Back at ya," I said.
So that was the craziest weekend I've ever had in my life, with a whole bunch of firsts I never would've thought of a couple weeks ago. Which is why I had those beers with Tyler. He'd made a few comments that kinda hinted he'd been thinking about this stuff for a lot longer, and it turns out he had. It kinda helped having someone who knew the deal to talk to, even if he's still figuring stuff out too. He didn't really give me any answers while we were talking but we ended up back at my place, so maybe that's my answer right there. We'll see.