Team Encourager

The normal warnings apply here. If you don't want to be reading a story about males having consensual (most of the time) sex, then why are you here?

This story is complete fiction: names, places, events, the whole nine yards is completely made up. If a character, or situation, or place is similar to something real, sorry, shit happens.

This will be my only offering in the erotic story telling venue, so, I hope you enjoy it.

"Team Encourager"

I grew up in a small town in the piedmont of North Carolina. When I was in high school, we had three championship sports teams, all four years that I was in high school. I'm pretty sure that I had a hand in that, but it was mostly thanks to my two neighbors, Steve and Phil. They were brothers, born fifteen months apart, and they were fantastic athletes. They were both tall, dark hair, piercing green eyes; if you didn't know that they were fifteen months apart, you would think that they were twins. I actually met them the summer after my sixth grade when their cousin from Georgia, Stan came to spend the summer with them. Stan and I were the same age, and both of us liked sports, but were not that adept. So Stan and I played together that July, while Phil and Steve tolerated us. They tried to coach us a little on football and baseball, but I'm afraid we two sixth graders just didn't have what it took. Stan came back the next summer, and we goofed off again. Steve wasn't around much that summer because he was attending a lot of summer sports camps. When he was home, the four of us hung out together, the same as the year before. The summer before I entered high school, ninth grade around these parts, Stan didn't come to visit. Not only that, but June found Phil and Steve gone to ball camps. I found out from their mom when they would be home from camp, and thought I would surprise them the morning after they got home. I walked down to their house (they lived two houses down from me and my folks) and let myself in the backyard. They both had a habit of swimming and sunning themselves before lunch, and so I thought I would find them around the pool. There was lots of water splashed up around the pool, and, strangely enough, I saw both if their swimming suits laying on one of the chairs. I wondered why they had left them out there, then I heard a noise through the open door of the basement. It was dark in there, so I stepped in to see what was making that noise. I heard the moaning before my eyes adjusted to the darkness. Once they did, I was shocked to see Phil kneeling between Steve's legs, sucking Steve's dick, and jerking himself off. "Uh, Phil, stop," said Steve. "Uh-unh," Phil mumbled around Steve's dick. "Uh, Phil, we have company," Steve said, pulling his dick out of his brothers mouth. Phil looked up, fear in his eyes, until he saw it was me. "Oh, it's just TJ," he said, then turned around and sucked Steve's dick back into his mouth. "Dammit, Phil, this is serious. Stop it!" Steve said. "TJ, I know what you must be thinking..." Steve started. "Yeah," I responded, "my buddies are queers!" I was almost in tears. "No," said Steve. "Well it sure looks like Phil is queer for your dick, and you're letting him do you," I said. "TJ, you don't know this yet, because you're only just getting ready to start high school, but the girls in this town do not put out. The don't fuck, they don't suck, hell, they won't even give a guy a hand job. All we're doing is helping each other out of a tough spot." "But he was sucking your dick!" I said. "Well," Steve said, "a blow job feels better than a hand job." The simple truth of that statement took a minute to sink in. "Well, I guess that would be true, but still," I said. "TJ, do you get horny?" Phil asked me. "Damn right," I said. "So, wouldn't it be better if someone else jerked you off? You could just lay there, enjoying the feeling, while someone else did all the work?" Steve asked. "I've never thought about that," I said. "Well, it's better. And if someone is willing to suck your dick, man, that's even better. Friends helping friends is not a bad, or ugly thing. It's natural, you're just satisfying your basic biological needs. So what if it's a guy helping you, you have the needs, they're being met," Steve said. I thought about that a minute. "Hey, Steve," Phil said, "maybe TJ would like it if we helped him out." "I'm game," said Steve, "What about you, TJ?" I thought about what they were offering. I thought about what they were saying. Then Phil said, "I think the hard on in his pants is making the decision for him." I hadn't realized it, but I did have a hard on, almost painful. "Well, TJ, why don't you take off your swimming suit and come sit down on the couch?" Steve asked. I couldn't think of a reason not to, so I shucked my suit, and walked over to the couch and sat down. "TJ, do you trust me and Phil not to do anything you don't want us to?" Steve asked. "I guess so," I replied. "If we think something might feel good to you, but may seem a little weird, will you trust us?" he asked. "I guess so," I said again. "Then lay back, and let us make you feel good. Now, if you feel like you're getting ready to cum, let us know, because we don't want you to cum too quickly, because there's a lot we want to show you," said Steve. So I leaned back on the couch, beside Steve, waiting for my initiation into man to man sex, a little apprehensive, but a little excited, too. Steve leaned over and started kissing me, snaking his tongue into my mouth. I was being french kissed by my idol, my friend. It made my head swim. About that time, Phil reached over and began to slowly jerk my aching dick. I moaned through the kiss, and wriggled my ass a little to give Phil better access to my dick. As I did, he leaned over and licked the head of my dick, making me moan again. Then, without warning, he swallowed my dick all the way down to where his lips were in my pubic hair. I almost came right on the spot. Steve, sensing that I was about to cum, pinched my nipples, hard. That got my attention, and almost deflated my dick, but it also stopped me from cumming.

"OW!" I said. "Don't want you to blow your wad too quickly," he said. "Like I said, if you feel like you're getting close, let us know. We want you to wait as long as possible before you cum. You have cum before, haven't you." "Yes," I said. "I've been cumming for about a year now." "Well," said Steve, "if you will listen to what Phil and I tell you, and do as we say, you will have the most mind blowing orgasm of your life. Deal?" "DEAL!" "OK, then, slide your butt a little closer to the edge of the couch, and remember, if you even think you might be getting close, let us know, and we'll stop what we're doing. If you don't tell us, and we think you're getting close, we're gonna pinch you, or slap you, or do something that will be uncomfortable, to keep you from cumming too soon. Understand?" "Whatever, just don't stop what you're doing." "One more question," said Steve. "OK" "Are you sure you trust me?" "Yes, " I replied. "You trust me completely?" "I told you I did. Why?" "I just want to make sure that you are not feeling like we're forcing you," he said. "I trust you, both. I am yours. Teach me." That was all that they needed. With my butt at the edge of the couch, Phil went back to sucking my dick. My 7.5" dick was small, compared to Steve's 8.5" thick dick, and Phil's 9" thin pencil dick, so Phil had no problem in deep throating me. It was interesting, to feel my dick sliding in and out of his mouth, and throat. When he would get me buried in his throat, he would slide his tongue out of his mouth and lick the side of my balls. That is, until Steve got between my legs too. He started licking my nuts. Gently at first, his scruffy beard scratching my legs. I had to stop them as soon as he started, because the feel of his mouth, and his beard, almost sent me over the top. "Good boy," Steve said to me. "Don't let us get you too close. There's so much we want to do to you, and with you, and for you." I calmed down and they went back to work, these two young jock hunk brothers, sucking my dick and balls. Several times, when Phil would bury my dick all the way down his throat, he and Steve would lick each others tongues, kissing each other, I guess, as Steve worked on my balls. A few minutes of this kind of action, and I had to stop them again. Instead of just holding position, they both completely took their mouths off of me. "I think we need to give you a minute to cool off. How about a quick dip in the pool, and then we'll all come back in here," said Phil. "Good idea," said Steve. I reached for my trunks, and they both laughed. "You don't need those, silly," said Steve. "Won't the neighbors see?" I asked. "So what if they do? They've seen worse, if they have been looking. Besides, it's still before lunch, and everybody around us is at work." Steve replied. So the three of us walked outside, buck naked, all three with hardons swinging in the wind, and jumped in the pool. The cold water immediately zapped my dick into complete softness. I was still horny as all get out, but I was soft again. Steve suggested that we all swim two laps, and then towel off and go back inside, so we did. Once back inside Steve said, "Let's do this a little differently. Since we want to do this right for you, TJ, let's go up to my room." So up the stairs we went, Phil thinking to retrieve everyone's swim suit. "Just in case," he said. When we got to Steve's room, he told me to get in the middle of his double bed, and lay on my side, so I complied. Phil got right back to work on my dick, but Steve grabbed him by the shoulder and said, "My turn. Backdoor." I only wondered a minute what he meant by that, when, as he started licking my dick, Phil got behind me, and started rubbing my shoulders, giving me a back massage. He worked his way slowly down my back as his brother gently, almost lovingly, sucked my dick and balls. Steve obviously had more room in his mouth than Phil, another difference, because he not only deep throated me, but he got both my balls in his mouth at the same time. That was heaven, and I moaned a little, and so Phil quickly reached over to my chest and pinched my left tit VERY hard. That was enough to slow me down again. Phil said to me, "TJ, bend your left leg up so I can lick your nuts from the back," so I did what he asked. Then he and Steve went at it again, sucking my dick and balls, kissing each other as Steve deep throated me. Then Phil started licking under my ball sac, after gently passing my nuts, one at a time, into Steve's mouth from his mouth. He started licking lower, and lower, and I jerked, with a start, as I realized where he was headed. Steve pulled off my dick and said, "You said you trusted us, remember?" "I remember." "Then lay back, and enjoy yourself," he said. That sudden realization of where Phil was headed, combined with Steve stopping the blow job, caused my dick to deflate a little. That was a good thing, because as soon as Phil's tongue touched my ass lips, I knew that if Steve had had his mouth on my dick, and it had been hard, I would have blown. As it was, when Phil's tongue touched my ass lips, a jolt of electricity went straight from my ass, up through my dick, causing me to get an even bigger, harder hardon than I had had before. I didn't think that was possible, but it was. Steve was a little less aggressive with the blow job, giving Phil the chance to work my ass over, but good (pardon the pun). Phil was licking, and sucking my ass, and then I felt the most pleasurable thing I had ever felt. Phil stuck his tongue up my asshole, like his tongue was a little dick, or something. I moaned, and writhed, and screamed, "Stop, I might cum!" Phil and Steve both jerked their heads up, and Steve quickly pinched both my nipples at the same time, bringing me back down to earth. "So you liked my tongue up your butt, huh?" asked Phil. "That was the most incredible thing I've ever felt," I replied. "Orgasm gone?" asked Steve. "Yep," I responded. Steve said, "Phil, you work on his ass, work it over real good. I'm going to stop the blow job while you do that, to keep our pupil from going over the edge." "Fine by me," said Phil with a smile. Steve said to me, "I know you like the blow job, tell you what, tell me what you think about everything so far, while Phil works on your ass." "I-I-I h-h-hope I c-c-can talk while h-h-h-h-he does this," I said, the pleasure radiating from my ass making it hard for me to concentrate. "Well, do you still think this is queer stuff, or do you agree that guys helping each other out is alright?" "But I haven't helped either of you, how will I know?" "First things first," Steve said, "We'll let you help us out, in fact, what we are doing to you is to show you what we like, so we can all help each other." "Oh," I said, wondering how three people could help each other at the same time. It seemed to me that at least two people had to be working on one person, and not all three working together. Ahhh, naivet‚'! "So what do you think?" Steve asked again. "This is incredible," I started. "I had no idea that I could feel this way!" "And we can show you how to feel even better," Steve said. "How?" I asked. "Just you wait," Steve said, with a smile. "Tell you what, how's your ass doing, TJ?" "I wish Phil's tongue was bigger," I said. "Why?" Steve asked. "Because it feels so good when he sticks it inside me." "I bet you're a natural," Steve said. "A natural what?" I asked. "A natural buddy pleaser," Steve said. "Well, since I'm not that good at sports, maybe this is something I can be good at." I said. "Only if Phil and I are lucky," Steve said. "What do you mean?" "Well, we enjoy helping each other," Steve started, but then I moaned, because Phil had stuck his middle finger up my ass, while he was licking me. "That feel good?" Phil asked through my ass. "Oh, man, yes!!!" I responded. Steve said, "Tell you what, let's me and you kiss a while, and let Phil continue to work on your ass, deal?" I answered by leaning over and pressing my lips against his. We started french kissing like crazy, my head starting to swim again. Then, I felt more pressure and realized that Phil had stuck another finger up my butt, and it felt like heaven. Without warning, as Steve kissed me, Phil pushed another finger into my virgin hole, and started sliding them in and out. It felt SO good, all I could do was to moan, and buck my hips back onto his fingers, trying to get more of them inside me. "Three's bigger than me," Phil said. "TJ," Steve said to me, "Are you ready to see how you can help Phil and me?" "Yes," I responded. "OK, Phil, let 'er rip!" Steve said. "Lube me," Phil said. Steve looked at me and said, "How about you sucking Phil's dick for a minute?" "Sure!" I said. "You keep it wet," Phil said to Steve. I looked at Phil's dick, so long and thin. "I don't think I can swallow the whole thing, like you did." "That's not necessary," Phil said, as Steve started licking my ass again, making me buck my hips back against his mouth. "Just get as much of it as slobbery as you can." "OK," I said, and I leaned over and put the first of many dicks in my mouth. It was an interesting experience, not bad at all, like you might think putting a dick in your mouth would be. The skin was velvety smooth, a faint salty taste. I did my best to do to Phil what he did to me. I was getting so into blowing him, I almost forgot Steve behind me, until he started putting fingers in me. "Go ahead and put in three fingers," I said to him. "A natural," Steve said to Phil. "A natural cocksucker, too." Phil said. "He's got three fourths of my dick in his mouth now!" "Talk him through it," Steve said. And so Phil started telling me how to suck his dick, how to loosen the muscles in the back of my throat to take more and more of his dick in my mouth. I did exactly what he told me. I gagged a little the first two or three times I tried to deep throat him, but the fourth time, his dick slid all the way down my throat, his pubic hair smashing against my lips and nose. "Man!" Phil said, "He deep throated me front ways!! Even you can't do that Steve. You always have to be upside down, or sixty-nining." "I told you," Steve said, as he came up for air from my ass, "a natural." I could hear the admiration in both their voices, and that made me very happy. Knowing that I was pleasing them, that I could do something to make them happy, made me feel incredible. "OK, TJ," Steve said, "are you ready for something mind blowing?" "There's more??" I asked, not believing it possible. "Oh, yes, lots more," Steve responded. "Sure!! Anything to make you guys happy," I said. Then Phil moved behind me, (I was on my stomach at this point). Steve told me to roll over on my back, and to relax. Phil got behind me, and put the head of his dick at my ass. Steve said, "Remember how good our fingers felt?" "Oh, yes!" I replied. "Well, relax, let Phil slid into you. It may hurt a little at first, but the pain will only last a short while. Then you will feel fuller, better, more incredible than you can imagine." "OK," I said. Then Phil started pushing. I guess all the rimming they had done, combined with the finger fucking, had gotten me really loose, because after the first initial barrier gave way, Phil stuck his dick all the way, balls deep, in my ass. And it didn't hurt at all. "When is it supposed to start hurting?" I asked. "It didn't?" Steve and Phil said at the same time. "No." I responded. "Then it won't," said Steve. "You're a natural." Phil was starting to slide his dick in and out of my ass, pulling out until just the head was still in, then slowly, sliding the whole 9.5 skinny inches back into my love tunnel. "A natural, (grunt) what?" I asked. "A natural fuck." Steve said. "Is that good?" I asked. "Well, if you want to please a guy, it's a gift." Steve said. "Well, he's as much a natural cocksucker as he is a fuck," Phil said. "Mind if I find out?" Steve asked me. "Bring it on," I said, my mouth already starting to water. About the only way you could tell these brothers apart, was when they were naked. I had the skinny dick up my ass, and I devoured the shorter, thicker one right then. I started by just licking the mushroom shaped head of Steve's dick, being careful not to loose my balance from the banging I was getting in my back door. Steve just moaned. Encouraged by his responses, I went to work, sucking his dick like I was a condemned man, and this was my last meal. I used the techniques that Phil had told me, and shortly, I had pubic hair in my nose again. "You're right, little bro," Steve said, "He's a natural at this." "Mouth squirts?" Phil asked. "Good idea, break him in good." Steve replied. I had no idea what they were talking about, but I soon found out. "Switch!" Phil shouted. Then suddenly, I was without dick in any hole, Phil having pulled his dick out of my ass, and Steve out of my mouth. "Hey!" I protested, but quickly hushed as I saw that they were changing places. Phil waited for Steve to skewer me with that thick pole of his before he let me put his wonderful dick back in my mouth. It was a little gross, slicky with my shit, but I didn't care. I cleaned his dick, but good, and then started deep throating him again. After about one minute, I felt Phil's balls begin to tighten. I knew from my own jerk-off experience that he was getting ready to cum. I started to pull his dick out of my mouth, but he put his hand on the side of my head and said, "No, this is the best part. There's only one feeling better than swallowing a hot load, and you'll get to experience that later," so I kept sucking. I could feel him struggling to prolong the initial spurt, then he suddenly grabbed my head, and shoved his dick all the way down my throat. I felt the first spurt of cum splash against the back of my throat, then he pulled his dick out of my throat, and continued to spurt in my mouth. His cum was salty, and a little bitter, but I liked it. I drank it down like I had been doing this all my life. He collapsed back onto the headboard as I continued to clean the spunk off of his dick and out from under his foreskin. He was like me, in that, after he came, the head of his dick became super sensitive, and he made me quit sucking. "Wow!" he said. "That was awesome!! He blows better than you, Steve." Steve grunted and said, "I'm not a natural like he is." All the while he was pumping my ass full of his big dick. "Want another load?" Steve asked me. "You bet!" I replied. Steve pulled out of my ass, and I turned around to meet him half way. Again, his dick was a little shitty too, but I didn't care. I swallowed him whole, and he couldn't take it. He started spurting immediately. Like with Phil (I figured he knew what he was doing) I took the first spurt down my throat, then pulled off to take the second, third, fourth, and fifth volleys in my mouth. He came a lot more than Phil had, and his cum tasted sweeter, not as bitter as Phil's had. Another difference!! He too, had a supersensitive head after orgasm, and had to pull away from my nursing mouth. "That was the best fuck I have ever had," Steve said. "No offense to you, little brother. You're good, but TJ is awesome!" "I know what you mean," Phil said. "I think we should keep him our secret." I was just beaming. For the morning to have started with me thinking my two idols were freaks, to becoming their sex secret, it had been an awesome morning. But it was far from over. "OK," Steve said. "Double suck, share." "You got it!" Phil replied. They pushed me on my back, and both started working on my now re-hardning cock. They sucked, and licked, and sucked, and licked, and this time when I warned them that I was about to cum, they didn't stop. "Didn't you hear me," I said, "I'm gonna cum!" "We're gonna make you," said Steve, "but, try to hold it off as long as possible. OK?" "OK" "First shot," Phil pulled off my dick and said, then immediately dropped his throat all the way down on my dick. "No fair, but OK," said Steve. I fought, and fought, and fought the orgasm, but it was too big. I moaned and writhed, and bucked my hips, my dick and balls never getting out of the mouths of the two stud brothers working on me. Then, suddenly, I arched my back, Phil pulled almost all the way off of my dick, and the cum started. The first shot hit Phil in the back of the throat, but Steve's mouth was right there, slipping my dick into his mouth in time to catch the second spurt. Then he pulled my dickhead out of his mouth, jerked my dick and for the rest of my spurts, he and Phil caught them with their mouths as they shot out of my dick. When the spurting had subsided, Steve pointed at his mouth, then french kissed Phil. I could see their tongues working hard in each others mouths. Then they broke off the kiss, and Steve leaned over and started french kissing me, passing my cum to me on his tongue. My cum was more like Steve's, salty and only a little bitter. All in all, that afternoon was wonderful. I stayed at their house all day, and called my mom, standing naked in their kitchen, with Phil sucking my limp dick, to tell her I was at their house, and would be there all afternoon. That was weird, talking to my mom, while a guy was sucking my dick. But it was a little exciting too. True to the promise, Phil and Steve showed me that afternoon the feeling that was better than a cock spurting in your mouth. Just about the time folks were starting to get home from work, Steve and Phil fucked my brains out by the pool, in broad daylight, both of them cumming in my ass. Feeling them unload in my ass, the cum burning like liquid fire in my guts, and I was hooked. I asked them when we could do it again, and they both agreed that neither of them would cum the rest of the summer without me. Two days later, tragedy struck, when a drunk driver crossed the median, and hit my dad's car head on, killing him instantly. My life was nothing but a blur for several weeks. Had it not been for Steve and Phil's support, and their friendship, and love, I don't know if I would have made it. The night before my dad's funeral, they came over to the house, and asked my mom if they could spend the night with me, to help take care of me. My mom was a little surprised that two high school kids would want to take up time with me. They explained how we had become closer this summer, swimming, goofing off together, them helping me try to get in shape to make the football team. I looked at my mom with pleading eyes, and she agreed. We did not have sex that night, or for a couple of weeks, but that night, those two cemented my undying love and admiration for them. Their love, and support, as they not only held me, but cried with, and for me, made me know that I was theirs. Period. True to their word, they always are, neither of them had an orgasm while I was grieving my dad. I think they cared for me almost as much as I cared for them. About three weeks after my dad died, and I was finally dealing with the reality that he was gone, I went over to their house to lift weights, and hang out. Their basement had a room that they had converted into a weight room, and they were there, waiting for me. We had gotten into a habit of half hugging each other every time we met, and parted. Today, they were already sweaty from lifting when I got there, and when I hugged them, their sweaty smell, and slick bodies, reminded me that I had not cum in three weeks. I said, "I will understand if you two tell me that you've been helping each other out while I've been kind of out of it." "Actually," Phil said, "We told you we would wait for you, and we have. We have not had sex, or jerked off, since the last time we were together. We gave you our word, and we have been accountable to each other to wait until you were ready." "I'm ready," I said. And we spent the day, draining our bodies of seminal fluid. That was how things got started. During the summer I hit a growth spurt, and shot up to 5' 11.5" and my dick grew to 8". Maybe it was all the suction it was put through, I don't know. But for all my growing up, and filling out, I just could not get coordinated to do well in sports. Steve and Phil tried to boost my spirits, always encouraging me, doing what they could to lift my spirits when I'd try to do what they showed me, but just wasn't coordinated enough to pull it off. We had worked the rest of the summer, trying to beef me up lifting weights, doing everything they knew to help me get coordinated, but, when tryouts were held, I didn't make it. At their house after the practice, I cried and cried. I so wanted to be a part of the team, and to be with them. Steve asked me, "Is it important that you PLAY, or is it important to you just to be a member of the team?" "I just want to be on the team, to be with you and Phil." "What about being the equipment manager?" Steve asked. "Anything," I said, "I just want to be on the team." "Let me talk to Coach, and see what we can do," Steve said. Later that evening, Steve called me at home and told me that the coach had said yes to my being the equipment manager. Steve also told me that, knowing what he did about my athletic abilities (or lack thereof) that maybe that was how I could be a part of all three sports, by being the equipment manager. I would be able to learn about sports medicine, equipment, and all the other things that go along with the job, and I would be a valuable member of the team. I was ecstatic! Maybe I wouldn't be the star of the show, but I would be a part of the team, and more importantly, I would get to be with Steve and Phil. Our team did well during the first part of the season, nothing spectacular, won four, lost two. One day Steve approached me with a question. "TJ, you know how much Phil and I care about you, and you know we LOVE sex with you, right?" "Uh, yes." I was getting a little scared at where he was going. "Nothing is wrong, TJ," Steve reassured me, "I just wanted to run an idea by you. If you like it, we'll figure out how to make it work. If not, we won't pursue it at all." "What are you talking about, Steve?" "Well, I have been trying to rack my brain for a way to improve the teams morale, and to encourage them to work harder. I know that when I know I'm going to receive a reward for doing well, or a punishment for doing badly, I try harder." "Yeah, so, what has that got to do with me?" "Well, you know that Phil and I think you're a natural at sex, right?" "Yeah, so?" "I was thinking, what if we made your 'services' to the three team members who excel in each game? The top three players would get one fucking incredible blow job from you." "That sounds good for them, what about me?" I asked. "Well, remember the punishment part I mentioned?" "Yes," I replied. "Well, in order to be eligible for the blow job, they will also have to be willing to let you fuck them if they're the worst performing player." "So I give three blow jobs, and get to fuck somebody up the ass, after every game?" I asked, shocked at what he was proposing. "If you think you would be interested," Steve replied. "Let me think on this a little bit. What does Phil think about this plan?" About that time, Phil walked into Steve's room. "What does Phil think about what?" he asked. "About my reward/punishment incentive program for the players," Steve said. "I don't know if all of the guys will be interested in participating, but, knowing how horny most of them are, I don't think there will be a lack of participation. I think most of them will try very hard not to be the worst player of the day, that's for sure!!" Phil laughed as he finished his comment. "So, you two wouldn't be upset with me if I wanted to do this?" I asked. "I'm the one who suggested it," said Steve. "Does that mean that you don't want to be with me anymore?" I asked, starting to tear up a little. Steve leaned over, took me in his arms, putting my head on his shoulder. "TJ, Phil and I love you with all our hearts. If you think we don't want you anymore, you're wrong. The only reason I thought of you was because you're so fucking incredible in bed. I have never had a better blow job from anybody! You're the best. And if you remember, I'm not offering you as a fuck, that's reserved for Phil and me only. We are a team, the three of us. Who do you think is going to cover for you and the winners, and cover you and the loser? Phil and me. I know you love to suck our dicks, I just thought you might like some variety. If I'm wrong, I apologize, and hope you can forgive me." I thought about what he was saying, while he was holding me. It was very appealing, because I had seen some of these guys in the locker room showers, and had a hard time not popping a hard on seeing them naked, and horsing around. "But will you and Phil think less of me if I accept?" I asked. Phil sat down on the other side of me, leaned over and kissed me lightly on the top of the head and said, "TJ, we love you, like you were our own brother. I don't think there is anything you could do, intentionally, or otherwise, that would ever change the way we feel about you. Remember, the most intimate part of our sexual relationship is off limits. Your ass is ours, period. Our asses are yours, period. A guy that sucks dick is pretty much accepted by most of the guys we know. They would never hurt you, nor would anybody who doesn't participate lay a hand on you, for fear of the rest of the team. The threat of getting fucked will be a strong encouragement to everyone who participates to do their best. So, not only will you be able to help the team in your position as equipment manager, you will be able to help the team as a rewarder of good performance. And your relationship with Steve and me is secure. We love you, and want you with us, in our lives, forever." Steve spoke up and said, "You don't have to make a decision right now. Why don't you think about it for a while." "Why don't I think about it while we have sex?" I asked. "You're in the mood?" asked Steve. "I can only think of one time I wasn't in the mood, and that was because my dad died," I said. "I'm always horny, especially for the two of you." Phil said, "That sounds great. TJ, why don't you fuck me. I like your dick, more so now because it grew so much this summer!" "But you don't like to get fucked, Phil," I said. "But I want you to know how much I care for you," said Phil, "and the best way I can show you, is to give of myself to you, in a tangible way." "You don't have to do that, Phil," I said. "I know I don't have to, but I want to," said Phil. "But I want you and Steve to fuck me!" I said. "We will," said Steve, "and we are going to try something new today, but, let Phil, and me, do this for you. I want you to fuck me too." "I can't get it up that fast, twice in a row, guys," I said. "Then fuck Phil a little while, then fuck me a little while. Go back and forth," said Steve. "But when you get ready to come, we get to drink it, and I get dibs on first squirt," said Steve. "Then I get fucked first," said Phil. "So why do we still have on clothes?" asked Steve. Phil got naked first, and laid back on the bed, face up. "I'm gonna get some tongue action while you fuck me," he said. Steve stopped stripping, leaned over and slobbered up my dick real good, as I finished undressing. Then I turned to Phil, hooked his legs over my shoulders, and gently slid my 8" into his love tunnel. "I do love getting fucked by you, TJ," Phil said to me. "I love fucking you more, but...," "I'm a natural," I said, as I cut him off. He laughed, and so did Steve, and Phil said, "That's right, you're a natural. So come on down here and kiss me, you hunk!" I leaned down and started kissing him for all I was worth as I slowly, lovingly slipped in and out of him. I would pull my dick all the way out until only the tip of the head was still in him, and then ever so slowly slide it back in until I was balls deep in his ass. I broke the kiss, a gleam in my eye. "Uh, oh," said Phil, "he's up to something." With that, I leaned over and took his limp dick into my mouth, and sucked him hard as I slow fucked him. Phil was moaning, and groaning and loving what I was doing to him. "Hey!!! It's my turn now!!!" said Steve. "No way!!!" said Phil. "Way!!" said Steve. "But I'm loving this too much!" groaned Phil. "That's why it's my turn," said Steve, "You're having way too much fun for me to be left out like this. Give me my boyfriend's dick!!!" I blushed. Steve had never called me his boyfriend before. "Well, if he's your boyfriend, he's my lover!!" Phil shot back at him. "Hey, guys, there's plenty of me for both of you. You're making me blush, and lose my hardon," I said. "Don't lose my toy!" said Steve. I pulled out of Phil, and moved over to Steve. "I miss you already," said Phil. I leaned over and kissed him. "I love you, too," I said. "Quit your mushy shit and fuck me!!" Steve said, his desire apparent in his voice. I wasn't as kind with Steve as I had been with Phil. I put my dick, nicely lubed with Steve's spit, and Phil's ass juices, up to his pucker, and rammed the whole thing straight up his ass. "OW, Fuck, that hurt," said Steve. "That's what you get for being pushy about getting your turn," I said as I laughed. "You gonna kiss me too?" asked Steve. To answer his question, I leaned down, and started licking his lips, not actually kissing him, just yet. He met my tongue, and we played tongue tag with our mouths open, until he lunged up, and swallowed my mouth into his. While we were kissing, Phil moved in behind me, and following the movements of my ass, began rimming me for all he was worth as I fucked his brother. Steve and I kissed passionately, as I slow fucked him just like I had done Phil. After a few minutes of kissing, knowing that my orgasm was not far off, (and being brought on sooner by the workout Phil was giving my asshole) I broke the kiss, and sucked Steve hard the same way I had Phil. "You are SO awesome," Steve said to me. I let his dick out of my mouth, and it slapped wetly on his stomach. "You and Phil rock my world," I said. "I guess we're the mutual admiration society," came Phil's voice, muffled by my wet ass. "Guys, I'm really close," I said. I pulled out of Steve, rolled over on my back, and, just like the first day that these two wonderful men introduced me to man on man sex, the two of them sucked me off together. And, as called, Steve got the first spurt of my cum, Phil the second, and they shared the rest of my load. Before they cleaned up my cock, they both leaned up, and we shared a three way kiss, sharing my cum between the three of our tongues. After breaking away from the kiss, Phil went back down on me, cleaning my still hard dick. "Me thinks you COULD have gone twice," said Phil. "Me thinks you WILL go again, later," said Steve, "But first, are you up for something new, TJ?" "I thought we had done everything to each other that we could," I said. "Phil and I have never fucked you at the same time," said Steve, calmly. "Will my ass stretch that much," I asked. "There's only one way to find out," said Phil, with a wicked grin on his face. "If it hurts too much, you'll just have to take turns," I said. "So, how are we gonna manage this?" "Lay on your side," said Steve. "You know, Steve," said Phil, "if you lay face up on the bed, and TJ sits on you, facing away from you, then lays down on you, face up, I can get on top of him, and go in from the front." "That may work better," said Steve. "Then, once we get in him, we can roll over on our sides, so I don't suffocate." "Hey, you're the one who wanted to try something new," I said, "so you should bear the weight of your desires." Steve and Phil laughed at my pun. "Just fuck me, boys," I said. I leaned over and lubed up Steve's cock, then climbed up on him, and slid his thick meat up my ass, all the way, balls deep. "I don't know how you can do that," said Steve. "I'm a natural, remember," I said, evoking another laugh from Steve and Phil. "Don't go anywhere," I said to Steve. "Like I could, or would," he responded. I spun around on him, like a top, until I was facing away from him. I leaned over, lubed up Phil, and as I lay back on Steve I said, "Cum and get it." "I plan to get it before I cum," said Phil. Phil crawled up between Steve and my legs, put his dick up beside his brothers, and slowly started to push. "Hey, Phil, hold on a sec," I said. "Steve, fuck me a minute, to stretch me a little." "With pleasure," said Steve. So he fucked me for a minute or so, and when I felt loosened up I said, "OK, let's try this again." Phil once again put his dick up to my already filled asshole, and pushed. The head went in, and I felt like I was going to split, but I bit my lip so I wouldn't make a noise. I wanted this, more than either of them could know. My two lovers, my best friends, fucking me at the same time. I REALLY wanted this. Phil pulled back a little, then pushed forward, a little more of his dick going in me. Once he got past my sphincter, that pencil dick of his slid in, to the hilt. "Oh, man, this is fucking incredible,' Phil said. "I know what you mean," said Steve. "You ok, TJ?" I was hurting, but I was in heaven. My two guys were in me, getting ready to fuck me, together. "Give me a minute before you get started. I still need to loosen up a bit." So we laid there for a couple of minutes as I willed my ass to relax. Finally I said, "So, what do we do now?" Steve said, "Phil, your dick is skinnier. Start a rhythm." Phil slowly pulled his dick back, and just as slowly, pushed it back in. "Oh, man, this is too cool," said Phil. "Steve, I can feel every vein and bulge in your dick!" "I know," said Steve, "I can feel you too." Phil was the only one moving to begin with, but after a minute or so of his slow fucking me, I said, "Ok, Steve, you go too." They tried moving out and in at the same time, but that was painful. So they alternated, when one was driving in, the other was pulling out. Their dicks would be side by side, then one on top of the other. They were stretching my ass like I would have never believed, but I was absolutely in heaven. Steve said, "We've got a rhythm, let's get on our sides." So we carefully turned our three way fuck on its side. Phil was kissing me like there was no tomorrow, and both Phil and Steve were running their hands over all of our bodies, exploring how we were fitting together. "Guys, go slow," I said, "I am in heaven, and I don't want it to end." "I don't know how much more of this I can take, though," said Phil. "Between the fact that you have absolutely the hottest, most fuckable ass a person could have, and the number Steve's dick is doing to me, I don't think I can hold out too much longer." "Me neither," said Steve. "Well, do your best," I said. They slowed down the pace, but they were both breathing ragged and heavy. "Little brother, I'm getting ready to wet you down," said Steve. "I'm getting ready to do you, too," said Phil. And then, without warning, both of them erupted at the same time. Now, we had been having sex regularly since the beginning of July, and the only extended period of time any of the three of us had gone without cumming was the three weeks after my dad died. I tell you that because, when the two of them came, it was like they both took a piss after drinking a gallon of water. They came, and came, and came, and came. Both of them, spurt after spurt. Feeling the two of them shoot so much spunk up my ass got me off, and I came buckets as well. Strangely enough, very little of their cum leaked out around their dicks. As we lay there panting Phil said, "I don't think I have ever shot so much spunk in my whole life." "Me neither," said Steve. "I wonder how much we did shoot?" "Be still," said Phil. And he slowly, carefully pulled out, trying to keep from pulling any of the cum with his dick. "Stay right there, I'll be right back." And with that, he went to the bathroom. He came back in the room carrying a one pint mason jar. "Steve, pull out carefully. Try not to pull out any of the cum." Steve did just that. I clamped my ass muscles around his dick as tight as I could, considering I had just had two dicks up my chute. After Steve got his dick out, he did what Phil was doing, wiped the excess that came out on his dick into the jar. "OK, TJ, see if you can squirt the cum into this jar." "After what the two of you just did to me, that jar may disappear up my asshole," I said. "I'll hold it for you," Steve joked. I squatted down over the jar as it sat on the floor and voided the cum into it. The three of us nearly fainted when I finished, because I pushed out about 2/3 of a cup of cream out of my ass. For those of you who don't know, that is just under 3 fluid ounces. On a good day, after not shooting for, say, two weeks, a normal guy can shoot around 3/4 of an ounce. These two guys should have been week kneed from loosing so much fluid!!! "Do it again!" I said. "What?!" they said in unison. "I'm just kidding," I said. "I don't know if my ass could take it again today. But tomorrow, after practice, can we try this again?" "You betcha, buddy," said Steve. "Anything you want, we'll do for you." "Oh, Steve," I said, "to answer your question, yes, I'd be glad to give the team some encouragement, even if it means sucking three strange dicks every week. At least I'll get a nut in somebody's ass every week as well." Steve said, "Are you sure?" "I've never been more sure of anything, except how much I love the two of you," I replied. "Then I'll make the arrangements," said Steve. Steve just happened to be the captain of the football team, basketball team, and baseball team that year. And what I did not know was, that, he went ahead and informed the players on all the teams of the new "perk" available to them. They were all warned that there was a price to participating, in that, if they were the bad player for a game, they'd be getting me off. Of the thirty guys on our football team, only four elected not to participate, and they were warned that ratting on the set up, or letting anybody not on the team know about it would bring severe punishment. The way it worked was, after a game, as the guys came in to shower, there was a team roster, out of the coaches sight, and each participating guy voted for the top three players of the game, and the dog. No person could vote for himself, and Steve or Phil monitored that. For home games, after everyone had showered and changed, and after I got all the equipment put away, and the laundry put away, Steve and Phil would drive the three of us to meet the team at a local pizza place. Steve chose this place more for the dark, secluded area in the back, out of eyesight of the main part of the restaurant, than for the food. There, under the table, I would move from lap to lap, under the table, sucking the dicks of our three winners. The whole team, even the guys who elected not to participate, were at the pizza place, and everyone knew what was going on, and it was every one else's responsibility to keep the waitresses occupied, and away from our table while the "business" was being conducted. And I gave it my best, every time, for every guy, making him feel as good as I could. I would play with their balls, even suck the assholes of the ones who were racy enough to take their pants off in the restaurant. One guy, named Randy, love for me to tongue fuck him. We would get into the restaurant, and he would wear just a mesh shirt, his jeans, and shoes with no socks. He would always ask to be the last blow job, and when the second guy was cumming, he would strip, buck naked. He never wanted me to put my mouth on his dick until he was ready to cum. But he got off by my tongue fucking him raw, bringing him right to the point of no return, then quickly turning around, stuffing his dick in my mouth, rewarding me with a huge mouthful of cum every time. After the three winners had been serviced, it was my turn. The dog always had to sit at the back table, seeing what he was missing. Of course, to get them ready, Steve had bought a butt plug, which they were required to put in back at the school, and keep in until it was replaced by my dick. At the restaurant, the way this booth was set up, the two of us could sit in the corner, and nobody would even see that one guy was sitting on the lap of the other guy. I always took it slow and easy, taking as long to cum as I could, then, banging the hell out of the current ass right as I was cumming. The icing on the cake was, the dog had to put the rubber on me before we started, and then take it off and drink the contents. It was great. Away games were a little different. The guys still voted the same way, but the sex took place on the back seat of the bus. All the guys on the bus were responsible for keeping the back seat out of view. I would get on my knees on the floor, and blow the winners one at a time. Randy would just pull his pants down on the bus when he won, but he still wanted me to eat out his ass. I only got to give him one blow job, and that's because I told him one time that I was gonna, and he would just have to live with it. After the blowing he got, and the load he blew, I don't think he minded. Of course, fucking the dog was a little trickier on the bus, but we always managed, and the dog always drank my cum out of the rubber. It was amazing, the transformation that took place with our football team. We didn't loose another game the rest of the season. And, the guys tried so hard, that on more than one occasion, I had to blow four or five winners, because of ties. I sure didn't mind!! What was really strange was, the better job I did of taking care of the team, both my "real job" and the sex, the more Steve and Phil cared for me. Our fuck sessions became love making sessions, sometimes lasting three or four hours. After every game, whether at home or away, I always spent the night at Steve and Phil's. They became so tender, and I loved it. We almost never made love one at a time anymore, but both of them up my ass at the same time. We found that, once we got on our sides, I could move and turn my back to the bed, and then the three of us could kiss the whole time we were making love. After they both came (they got really good at cumming at the same time, almost never missing) they would blow me together. Sometimes, I would blow both of them, and they each occasionally let me make love to them, but I was the only one that could get two dicks up my ass. Phil tried, but we split the skin around his asshole, which hurt him for about three days. And the team took care of me. I never paid for a meal, and when we went to the playoffs that year and had to stay the night in a motel, I didn't have to pay a dime, not for meals, not for food, the team even bought me souvenirs. They were great to me, and I cared for them, in the locker room, and with my services. When we stayed overnight for the play off games, the top winners for the whole season got to stay the night, one night for each of the top three guys, in our room. The three of us agreed to include those three guys in our complete package, since it was a special occasion. Nobody fucked me, except Phil and Steve, but both of them offered to gave it up for the winners. I was the blow job boy, and, that worked our real well. Actually, only one guy had the balls to take Steve up on the offer. It was fun to watch, because he was so hot just thinking about fucking Steve, that he blew his wad in only three strokes. I gave him a blow job anyway. We talked it over, and Steve got word to all the guys on the team that, if we won the state championship, there would be no dog for that game, and I would blow everybody on the team as a reward. And a special reward for the MVP was to get to spend the night, alone with me, getting to fuck me as much as he could. He had to use a rubber. Bareback was only for my lovers. Well, we won the championship, and the MVP was, of all people, Randy. Since we were so far from home, the coach let us stay the extra night at the motel. After curfew, Randy made his way to our room. Steve and Phil and I had made a pact to make love before we left, so we explained to Randy that, while he could stay until he couldn't cum anymore, he would have to go back to his room before morning. He understood, so Steve and Phil went to crash in Randy's room until he came back. I worked that boy over but good. I sucked his ass almost until it bled. He was begging me to fuck him, and fuck him I did. I gave it to him slow and easy, hard and fast, him riding me. I used four rubbers up his asshole, sucking him as he came with me all four times. I finally asked him if he wanted to fuck me, and he said, "TJ, I know that you and Steve and Phil are kind of like lovers, and I'm sure that anal sex is special to you guys. I don't want to intrude into that, even though the three of you are ok with it. I respect your relationship, and your commitment to each other, and that is sacred ground that I'm not willing to walk on. Is that ok?" I wiped a tear from my eye, leaned over and gave him a big sloppy kiss. "You are one in a million, Randy. Thank you for not doing that. I would have let you, and I would have enjoyed it, and given you the ride of your life. But thank you for letting me keep that special part of my life with them. The three of us will pay you back, somehow." "You already have," he said. We sixty-nined one more load out of each other, and I fucked him one more time, but it was a dry cum, because I had no more in me. I wondered what I was going to do with Steve and Phil, but I knew it would be ok. Randy got up to leave, and I stopped him, and gave him one more big, wet kiss. "Thank you again, for not fucking me," I said. "It's not a problem, I promise," said Randy, with a big grin on his face.

A few minutes later and Phil and Steve came back in. "Well," said Phil, "how did one dick feel, now that you've gotten used to two?" "Randy didn't fuck me," I said, "In fact, I fucked him five times." "What?" said Steve. "He passed up the chance to really get off?" "He said he knew we were lovers, and that he didn't want to intrude on that part of our relationship. He figured that our anal sex was special. I told him thank you." "So he really gets off on getting fucked?" asked Phil. "Almost as much as me," I said. "Hmmm, maybe I ought to give him a trial run," said Phil, with a smile on his face. "Over my dead body," I replied. Steve grabbed me and kissed me hard, as Phil started lapping my ass. "I want some of that ass," said Steve. "It's yours, and yours alone" I replied. "Hey," said Phil, "what about me?" "You're included in that 'yours alone' too," I said. And we made love, like we had so many times before, the two of them fucking me at the same time, taking turn pushing in and pulling out, playing with each others dick in my ass. We had gotten so good at this, that Phil now mounted me missionary position, then rolled us on our sides, so Steve could enter from the back. We liked it that way better, plus, we didn't all three have to lay on top of Steve at all this new way. I had noticed just before Phil stuck his dick in me that it was 1:50am. They took their time, going slowly tonight. Whenever one of them felt like he was getting too close, they both stopped, to cool off. When they finally came, I looked at the clock again, and it was 3:15am. They had managed to keep from cumming for over an hour. And once they finally came, they took turns sucking their cum out of my ass, each one sharing a three way kiss as we shared their seed.

The basketball season, and baseball season went pretty much as football season had. Most of the team elected to participate in the "team encouragement" program, and those who didn't, didn't say anything to anybody. That year, my freshman year in high school, all three of our teams won their state championship. And, amazingly enough, all three of the MVP winners elected not to fuck me. I was touched by their concern for our relationship. The school year was ending, and Steve was getting ready to graduate, and go off to college. Although I had not had to pay for anything associated with the teams, I still did not have much money, and wanted to get something special for Steve for his graduation present. Then, two days before graduation, Steve gave me a card. "Thinking of you, and how special you are to me..." was on the front. Inside Steve had written, "I could not love you more if you were my brother. Give me the best graduation present, and spend the night with me, just the two of us, graduation night." And he signed it, "With all my heart, Steve." "My spending the night with you is a present for YOU?" I asked. "That's more of a present for me! And besides, won't Phil be jealous?" "No, he and I talked about this, and this is something I want, just for me," Steve said, but with a little sadness in his voice. "Are you OK?" I asked. "It's just that, after graduation night, nothing will ever be the same," he said. "Just because you're going off to school? Get real." I said. He kind of laughed a little and said, "Just pack what you want to wear home the next day. We'll tell everyone we're going camping for the night, ok?" "Fine by me. When will we leave?" I asked. "Right after mom and dad's graduation party," Steve said. "Are you sure you're ok?" I asked, "You don't seem very happy to be going off with me." "I'm fine," he said, "just a little blue about how everything will be changing."

He took me to this hotel in a nearby town. It was without a doubt the fanciest place I had ever seen. It must have set him back over $100.00 for the night, and back in the early '80s, that was a lot of money, especially for a high school senior.

As soon as he had locked the door, he turned around and said, "Ok, suck boy, get those fuckin' clothes off, and get to work on me." "Whatever it takes to get that dick of yours in my mouth and ass, I don't care," I responded. "Then take your fucking clothes off," he said, beginning to sound a little mad at me. "Have I offended you," I asked, getting a little upset. "I told you, get those fuckin' clothes off. I'm gonna fuck your silly brains out. I'm gonna fuck you till your nose bleeds. Now, fuckin' take off your fuckin' clothes," he yelled at me. I only hesitated a second. He was hot about something, and all I could think to do was to obey. I quickly removed my clothes, and got on the bed. "Now, suck my dick," he commanded. I gratefully obliged him. But this was different. He was demanding. Once I got his shaft lubed up, he grabbed me by the hair, and started fucking my face. There was nothing nice about this, he was using me. All the while he was saying things, like "Yeah, suck that big old dick," and "What's the matter, can't you get the whole thing down your throat any more?" and "Yeah, fuckin' suck that cock." While it was a little demeaning, and disconcerting, it was also a little exciting. That would change. I could tell he was getting close, when, suddenly, he pulled out, grabbed the back of my head and said, "Suck my nuts, bitch," and shoved my face into his balls. I lapped and lapped, sucking each nut into my mouth, trying to make love to his nuts. He wouldn't have any of that. "I said suck them, not slobber on them," he said. "Work on my nuts, dammit." So I did. I sucked them, hard, tonguing them as hard as I could. After a couple of minutes he said, "Now suck my ass, and don't stop until it's clean." I wondered what he meant by that, until I got closer to his ass. He had been, apparently intentionally, careless the last time he wiped his ass. I bet there were skid marks in his underwear, as bad as it looked, and smelled. "What the fuck are you waiting for, eat my ass, bitch," he was snarling at me. I obeyed. It was nasty at first, but I kind of got into it after a while. Then he strained, and farted into my mouth. "Hey, what was that for?" I asked him. "Shut up, you little fuck, and eat my ass, or you will wish you had," he said. "No way, you fuck head. I don't know what's gotten into you, but I don't like this." I said. "I thought you wanted to spend the night with just me," he said, "Take it or leave it." "What happened to the guy I fell in love with?" I asked. "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about," Steve said. "Now eat my ass, or I'm gonna fuck you up before I fuck you," Steve said, snarling again. I quickly went back to eating his ass. After a few minutes he said, "All right, turn over." I did so. He put his mostly dry dick to my ass and started to push. "This shouldn't be too difficult for you, seeing as it's only one," he said. And, even though it hurt, he got his whole dick in me with no lube. "You like this, don't you?" he asked. "You've know ever since the first day I liked getting fucked by you. I do prefer getting made love to..." He snatched my head back and said, "I told you, I don't know what you're talking about, you little cunt. I don't know what kind of fantasy you've created for yourself, but if I want you, I'm going to take you, you got that?" "Yes," I replied. "Now shut the fuck up, and make me cum, you loose ass whore, you!" I couldn't believe what was happening. The guy that I had loved so much, who had written in my card "with all my hear" had turned into a monster. As he fucked me, no, ravaged would be a better word, he said, "And if I tell you to do something, you will do it, got it?" "Yes," I replied. He pulled his dick out of my ass with no warning. He sat down at the head of the bed. "Come here and suck my dick, you dog" I knelt before him and started sucking his dick again, deep throating it, hoping he'd cum soon, and this night would be over. He picked up the phone, dialed a number and said, "Come on up." I went to pull off his dick, but he grabbed my head and said, "Keep sucking until I tell you to quit." So I sucked. A couple of minutes later, I heard a key in the door, and heard the door open. I tried to turn to see who was there, but Steve grabbed my hair, held my head in place, and force fed me his dick. I saw a blindfold being lowered over my eyes, and then there was blackness. There was movement behind me, and then I felt a large dick being slipped up my ass. There was no talking, just grunting as the guy fucked my ass hard. I felt the guys nuts draw up, and then felt his cum splash in my ass. I thought for sure that Steve would have cum by now, but he was still going strong. The guy behind me pulled out, but was almost immediately replaced by another dick. Steve stood up, and dragged me, still impaled on his dick, away from the bed. He pulled out of my mouth, but before I could say a word, another dick replaced his, one I had never sucked before, and Steve said to me, "I told you to do what I said. Well, you will service these guys, until they are done with you. You will not speak, you will not resist, and you will not try to get away. Your ass is theirs, and your mouth is theirs. Understood?" I nodded on the dick I was sucking. "The whore is yours," I heard him say, and a tear fell out of my eye, followed by a couple more. But I did what I said I would do, I sucked, and fucked until there were no more hard dicks presented to me. I could feel the cum leaking out of my ass, and my stomach was full as well. I heard some rustling as if clothes were being put on. Then somebody leaned down beside the bed, something rustled under the bed. The person got up, the door to the room opened, then closed. A hand reached back to untie my blindfold, and, there was Steve, and he was crying. I reached up, and slapped him as hard as I could. "You bastard," was all I could say. He slumped on the floor, and cried, hard. "I'm so sorry," he was really crying hard. "TJ, I'm so sorry," and he cried and cried. I quit being mad very fast. "Steve, what just happened?" "You just serviced the entire (and then he named our biggest high school rival) football team." "Why?" I asked. "Because someone leaked it to them what you were doing. The captain of the football team called me, and told me that unless I got them a private performance, he would spill the beans on our operation." "Then why did you treat me so badly," I asked. "They paid for the room," Steve began, "and they wanted a real good show. They hid a microphone in here so they could stay in the room down the hall and listen. They wanted to know what kind of queer slut was doing all the jocks. I didn't want them to know the real you, or about our relationship, so I treated you badly. I figured that if they heard me talking to you like a dog, they would get off on it, and maybe not take as long when they got to you." Steve was still sobbing. "And that's not the worst of it." "There's more?" I asked. "If our football, basketball, and baseball teams don't throw the game to them every year until you graduate, they'll not only spill the beans, they will hunt you down, and rape you, worse than tonight." "That's blackmail," I said. "Yep, it sure is," Steve said, crying as he talked, "and if I ever find out who let it slip, he's dead meat." "You aren't for real, are you?" I asked. "He will fucking wish he was dead, because he made me hurt you. He took away from me and Phil something special. He will get what you just got, only worse, because I'll tell the team why we're doing what we're doing. Then he will get dumped, naked, and beat to a pulp, in the middle of the town square, and tied there for everyone to see the next morning, with cum all over him." "Steve, nobody deserves that. I'm sure it was an honest mistake." "TJ, you just don't understand. I love you, but I betrayed you because some fuck talked about something they promised not to. And, if I ever find out who it is that put me in the position to hurt you, he will pay, dearly for that." I knew that there was nothing I could say to him right now to calm him down, or change his mind. I was at a loss for how to comfort him. I was more upset that he felt like he had betrayed me than I was at having been used. "Let's get you cleaned up, and back home," he said, still crying. "So you're really not mad at me?" I asked. "I could never be mad at you. I told you in the card that I love you, and I do, with all my heart. I know that we wont always be able to have this kind of relationship, and maybe, someday, you'll want to get married and have kids too, but I will never, never, not love you." "Will you still want me after you get married." "Probably," he replied. "Do you still want me now?" I asked. "After what I just let happen to you, how could you want me?" he asked. "I love you, Steve. They would have hunted me down and hurt me. As it was, I'm ok, now that I know that you aren't mad at me. And I came here to give you a gift, and I intend to do just that." "TJ, you're amazing," Steve said. "No, I'm just in love," I said. "Now come here and love on me." "Let's get you cleaned up first," Steve repeated. "Oh, yeah, I forgot," I said. "How could you forget that?" he asked. "Cause you're here with me, gonna make love to me. Nothing else matters." So we cleaned me up, and went back to bed. The other team may have paid for the room, but we enjoyed it. What they had meant to be bad, we made good. We loved each other, and made love to each other the rest of the night.

Steve met with the new team captains over the summer, and they agreed to throw the games for the next three years. They appreciated what I was doing, and it was worth losing to our rivals to keep the encouragement program running.

The next three years brought a lot of change in my life. Steve went off to college the next year, and the year after that, Phil went off to college too. Every time Steve came home for the weekend, we made a way to have at least one three way. I loved those times, sandwiched between the two men I loved, feeling them take me at the same time, then, the two of them sucking me dry, occasionally, me fucking one, or both, of them.

True to their word, they hand picked team captains for my junior year, and the "encouragement" program continued. Nobody ever found out who leaked the info, and it was a good thing, because my teams would have fucked him up bad. They loved me, and protected me.

The day for my graduation finally came. I was going to college the following year, following Phil and Steve to the state university where they played football together. But Steve called me a couple of weeks before graduation to make sure I didn't have any plans the evening before graduation. I told him I didn't, and he said for me to ask my mom for permission to go camping with him and Phil. "Not like last time?" I asked. "No," Steve laughed, "there's not going to be any gang banging going on. I just thought that, since Phil and I have both met a nice girl, and both of us feel like the girl we're seeing may be the one, that, if we're gonna get together again, we'd better do it soon." "Fair enough," I said. "We'll pick you up around 5pm Thursday, ok?" Steve asked. "Shall I bring a change of clothes?" I asked. "Oh, yeah," Steve said, "We're taking you out to dinner first, a little fancy, you may want to wear a suit, bring a swim suit, can't skinny dip at the hotel, and yes, a change of clothes for Friday morning." "I'll see you Thursday," I said. When I asked my mom for permission, she didn't even balk. In fact, if I didn't know better, she was doing her best not to laugh when I asked her. Oh, well, you know how mom's can be.

Thursday finally arrived, and I took extra time getting ready. Steve had all but told me that this would be the last time that the three of us would make love. I wanted it to be special, and so I groomed myself carefully, getting ready for my guys.

They pulled into my driveway at about five minutes till five, I kissed my mom on the way out the door. She had that funny look on her face again, but, I didn't think about that. All I could think about was being with my boys.

They took me to the neighboring town, to a really nice steak house. They bought wine for dinner, even bribed the waiter not to card me. We had a great time, and then it was time to leave. "We have a little surprise for you," said Steve. "What kind of surprise," I asked. "Well, we got you a graduation present," Phil said. "Just being with you two tonight is present enough for me," I said. "We think you'll like this," said Steve. And he turned down the road towards the high school. "Where are we going?" I asked. "Do you trust me?" Steve asked. "I told you that day in your basement that I trust you. Now where are we going?" "TJ, will you put on this blindfold for me?" asked Steve. "I don't like the feel of this," I said. "It's not like when I graduated," Steve said, "it's just that, if you don't put on the blindfold, it'll ruin the surprise." "He's for real," said Phil, "just humor him, and put on the blindfold." So I did. I could tell by the way the car was moving that we had turned into the school parking lot, around back towards the gym and the football field. Steve finally parked the car, and he and Phil helped me out of the car. They walked me over towards the gym door, and Steve said, "TJ, one thing that you never found out is that, there was another requirement to participating. Each guy that participated had to pay $100.00 per year, per sport." "WHAT?" I said. "You made me a hooker?" "Not exactly," said Phil, "you see, the "dues" as we called them, were put into a money market account, which Steve has always managed. All the guys, from every team, knew how hard you and your mom had it after your dad died. They were happy to let their dues go towards a graduation present for you." "A graduation present?" I asked. Phil reached up and pulled off the blindfold. The first thing I realized was, there was a bunch of people standing there. They were standing behind a candy apple red mustang convertible. The people standing behind the convertible were almost every guy that had ever participated in the " encouragement" program. And they broke into singing, "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow." "This is for me?" I asked, not believing my eyes. "Bought and paid for, including two years of insurance," said Steve. "But, how..." I started. "I told you, every year, any guy that wanted to participate, had to pay $100.00. We invested that money in an interest bearing checking account, and ordered this car for you back in April, so that it would be here today." "But, why?" I asked. "Everybody knew what you were doing, hell most of us benefited from what you were doing. This is a small price for us to pay for the sacrifice you made for us," said Steve. "What sacrifice?" I asked "I was a willing planner." "Shhhhh," Phil said, "They all might want another blow job if they found out we didn't talk you into it!!" That brought a round of cheers from the guys, whooping an hollering, and some grabbing for their zippers. "Look guys, there's 200 of you, and only one of me," I said. "As much as I'd like to try that, I'm afraid some of you would fall asleep before I could get to you, as slow as most of you are at cumming!" This brought another round of cheering, and noise from the guys. "No," said Steve, "We all came here tonight to show you our appreciation for encouraging the team for the last four years. We wanted to say 'Thank you,' to you, for encouraging us to do our best." "Or for discouraging us from doing our worst," one of the guys yelled, bringing another round of laughs from the group. "So this is our present to you, with all our love and respect, and admiration," said Phil. "Your mom thought it was sweet that all your teammates

With that, the front line of the group came up to me, and, starting with Randy, shook my hand, most of them kissed me on the lips, some of them just kissed me on the cheek, but all 200+ guys, shook my hand, kissed me, and said thank you to me. Even the guys who never got a blow job, and the guys who constantly got fucked by me, hugging me, kissing me, and thanking me. It was overwhelming. After all the guys had been by, they were horsing around, just talking and catching up, Phil walked over to me and said, "We all love you, TJ, me and Steve especially. We just thought this would be a neat way to show you!!" "It's overwhelming," I said. "Not so overwhelming that you can't follow us to the motel?" asked Steve. "Steve, would you let Phil drive your car, and you ride with me?" I asked. "Sure, buddy," Steve said. I jumped into my new car, cranked it up, and waved goodbye to my sports buddies as I followed Phil to one last night of lovemaking. As we rode down the road, Steve leaned over, unzipped my fly, and began giving me one of the best blow jobs I have ever received. Even through town, truckers looking down on him going at me, he kept on, until he was rewarded with a huge load of my cream. At the next light, he leaned over and kissed me, giving me the mouthful of cum he was holding, not caring whether or not other people were looking. I almost creamed again, just thinking about it. We finally got to the hotel, and Randy was in the lobby, waiting for us. "Randy?" I asked. "He's the appetizer," said Steve. "You're going to let him in our last night together," I asked, with mock hurt. "He said he'd make it worth our while," said Steve. "But that's gonna take away from my time with you and Phil," I said. "Somehow, I think we'll manage," he said, with a smile. We got to the room, and locked, and chained, the door. No surprises, or intrusions this time. Randy was already naked before any of the three of us could even get half undressed. Of course, we were wearing suits, he only had on jeans, a tee shirt, and shoes with no socks, and no underwear. "Hurry up, guys, I need some dick!" he said. "Wait your turn," I said. "But I'm supposed to be the appetizer," he whined, with a smile. "Fuck you," I said. "That's the idea," he replied. By this time the three of us were naked. We huddled together, french kissing, like we do when we make love, each of our hands on the dicks of the other two. "Come on, guys, somebody come fuck me," begged Randy. "Phil, how about you and I start, and then let Steve take your place," I said. "Me first, or you?" he asked. "You're thinner," I responded. "Ok, Randy, get on your back," Phil said. "Aren't you gonna lube me up?" Randy asked. "I'm under the impression that you're not as tight as you used to be," said Phil, "and that you may not need as much lube as you think you do." "But I LIKE getting lubed up," Randy said. "Oh, hell, Phil," I said, "I've sucked his ass more times than I can count. What's one more?" So I ate his ass for all I was worth. I had him moaning and groaning, just like in the old days. Finally, he couldn't take it any more. "Fuck me, somebody, please fuck me!" he said. "Shall we?" Phil asked. "After you," I replied. This time, Phil didn't even ask. He rolled Randy over on his back, spread his legs, put his dick up to Randy's ass, and pushed. It was like a vacuum cleaner, the way Randy's ass sucked Phil's dick in, all the way to the hilt. "I told you that you had gotten loose," Phil said. "Shut up and fuck me," said Randy. And Phil did. He fucked Randy hard for about five minutes. Then without warning, Phil grabbed Randy by the legs and turned on his side, exposing Randy's ass to me. I crawled up to Randy, put the head of my dick beside Phil's, and pushed. "Aw, fuck," Randy said, "That hurts." "Hey," I said, "You're the one who wanted to get fucked." "This may be more than I bargained for," he said. "Hey, if I can handle it, you can," I said to him. "Just go with the flow." And sure enough, as soon as Phil and I settled into a good rhythm, Randy began really getting off having two dicks in his ass at the same time. Knowing Phil as well as I do, I could sense that he was approaching orgasm. I pushed my dick all the way up Randy's ass, and left it there. "Go for it, loverboy," I said to Phil. He just grinned, and really started pumping hard. It only took him about ten strokes, and I felt his dick begin to jerk, and I felt his cum squirting up into Randy's ass, all over my dick head as Phil lunged into Randy and held his dick deep in Randy's bowels as he came. When his orgasm was over, Phil pulled out, put his dick up to Randy's mouth and said, "Clean me?" Randy answered with an open, willing mouth. I had still not started back to moving inside Randy, waiting, instead, for Steve to get planted in this hot, not so little, asshole. As soon as Phil was clean, Steve took his place, on Randy's front side, and, with a little effort, shoved his thick cock up Randy's asshole, to play dick tag with me. Steve had so much practice at fucking an ass with two dicks, that we quickly picked up the rhythm that Phil and I had already used, and the two of us plowed Randy's ass for all we were worth. Randy was moaning, and groaning, really getting off on what we were doing to him. "Oh, fuck," Randy said, "I'm gonna cum all over you, Steve." "Back off, Steve," Phil said. So Steve leaned back, away from Randy's chest, and Phil leaned over, took Randy's dick in his mouth, and was immediately rewarded with a bellyful of Randy's sweet cum. Randy's ass spasmed around Steve's and my dicks, and I looked at him to let him know I was close. He smiled back at me and said, "Let's do it!" We mashed our dicks together, dick head to dick head, and started pistoning Randy's ass, in and out, at the same time, not taking turns like we had been. We fucked Randy together, in and out, harder, and faster, his ass continuing to spasm, even though he had quit cumming. "Oh, FUCK YEAH, FUCKIN FUCK MY FUCKIN BRAINS OUT!" Randy screamed. "Quiet down Randy," Phil said. "Don't want to get into any trouble with the neighbors." "This is too fucking intense," Randy said. He was drooling, his tongue was hanging out the side of his mouth, and his eyes got real glazy. About that time, I felt my orgasm building from deep within my guts. "Oh, Oh, Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!!" I said. "Me, too!" Said Steve. And I felt his dick begin to jerk, just like mine was doing. My dick began squirting my cum, and I know that I shot eight or nine full loads before I slowed down to the trickle that I get as my orgasm subsides. And Steve had almost as powerful an orgasm, his body shivering, and shaking. He just kept saying, "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck," over and over. Finally, everything subsided. Steve and I were still buried balls deep in Randy's ass, not wanting to move. "Now I know how you and Phil felt the first time we did this," I said. "No," Steve said, "Now you know how Phil and I feel every time we do this." We looked down at Randy, and his eyes were just coming into focus. "That was fucking awesome!" he said. "Let's do it again!!" "You pig!" Steve said. "I told you that you were the appetizer, but that as soon as we finished with you, you could stay and watch, or leave, but you can't touch, when Phil and TJ and I get started. This may be the last time we get to be with each other, so Phil and I needed to get our first nut so that we could last for TJ." "I'd like to stay and watch if you don't mind," he said. "TJ?" Steve looked at me. "It's ok with me. Let's all go take a shower first." So the four of us headed to the shower. Randy voided himself in the toilet while the three of us climbed in first. It was one of those nice, free standing shower units, big enough for the four of us, once Randy got in, even if it was a little close. We finally got cleaned up, got out and dried off. I looked at the clock in the room, and it was only 11:30. We had lots of time left! And we made the best of it. Randy asked if he could suck each of us to get us hard, and we let him do that, but then the three of us got in bed together, and made long, sweet, passionate love to each other. We daisy chained switching who we were sucking twice. Then Steve and Phil together, one from the back, one from the front, licked my ass. I really think that they were french kissing each other, and my ass just happened to be in the way, but it felt good, and it got me lubed up. "Hey, guys, try to go in together, tonight," I said. They sixty-nined for a minute, to get each others dicks as wet as my ass, then they got into position, and, at the same time, pushed into my love tunnel. Feeling them go in together almost made me cum right there, but, my boys, knowing me so well, pinched my nipples, and tickled me, causing me to not only not cum, but to wriggle my ass farther down on their dicks. "Fuck me together, you two. Not like usual, but like Steve and I did as we shot off in Randy," "Are you sure you can do that?" asked Phil. "I'm sure I'm going to try," I said. So they started making love to me at the same time, pistoning in and out together, their dicks always touching each other. "This is more fun, but it will take a lot longer for me to cum," said Phi. "Me, too," said Steve. "Now you get the picture," I said. "If this truly is the last time we get to be together, I want it to last. And last it did. We moaned and groaned together, writhed, and slid, pushed, and pulled, for three hours before the two of them finally had to beg me to let them cum. And when they did, it was just like the first time, even though they had cum earlier in the evening. Their spunk flowed into me like water, like they were pissing, instead of cumming. I felt both of them spurt ten or eleven times each. I knew if we had the ability to measure it, there would have been more than the first time. When they finally were able to come to their senses, Phil said, "So, TJ, which one of us are you going to fuck?" "Both of you," I said. "What about me," Randy asked, still awake, still watching. "Uh, Steve, how about you entertaining Randy, while I make love to your brother," I said. "Don't expect me to cum," Steve said. "Just do me," Randy replied. So Steve got Randy up on the bed beside Phil, and Phil and I made wild, passionate love, while Steve fucked Randy. (It's a heart thing.) After I came in Phil's ass, Steve laid down under me, and Phil took his place in Randy. I had hoped that Steve would let me make love to him last. I was almost completely spent, so I knew that it would take me a while. It was already after 4am, and I had to be at graduation at 10am, so I knew I would be sleepy, but I slowly made love to Steve, taking my time, kissing the entire time we made love. Phil and Randy bounced beside us for a while, then Phil climaxed, not shooting much spunk at all, and the two of them collapsed in a heap, falling asleep almost immediately. "I love you, Steve," I said. "I know," he said. "I love you, too." "Not the same," I said. "What makes you think that?" he asked, as I continued to slowly work his ass. "I know that you don't feel this way too, but I would give up ever having children just to spend the rest of my life with you." "You don't know how tempting that offer is," he said. "So why not take it?" I asked. "Let me think about it," he said. "Right now, I don't want to talk. I just want to feel you in me, to make you cum, to make love to you as long as we can." It was going on 6am, before I couldn't take it any more. Steve was hard again, and I had been merciless on his prostate. I leaned up, bent over, and took his dick in my mouth, not wanting to waste what could be the last load I ever got from him, and sucked him hard, as I began to furiously pump his ass. "Oh, fuck, TJ, I'm gonna cum!" Steve said. I just sucked harder, knowing that I was going to cum as well. And, just like I had hoped, we came at the same time. I actually did shoot a respectable load up his ass, and he gave me enough cream to be able to taste it. I cleaned his dick, then kissed him, passing his cum back to him. Then I threw his legs over his head, and sucked my cum out of his ass. He pulled me up to him, and kissed me, again, sharing my cum. Our orgasm had woken Phil and Randy, and they couldn't believe that we were still at it. They got to witness the orgasms, and the kisses. Then Phil leaned over, and we three way french kissed. It was going on 7am when the four of us climbed back into the shower. I thought to myself as Steve and Phil lovingly washed me, what a wonderful high school career I had had. Making two friends, no, being made brothers with my two best friends, learning about sports medicine (which I happened to have gotten a full scholarship for) being part of twelve championship teams, and getting to suck as much dick and fuck as much ass as I had. It had been an awesome four years. We were tired, and I was sleepy, but it had been a great night, one that I still jerk off to, almost twenty years later. We never did get together again after that. Steve did wind up marrying the girl he had been dating that year. They have two sons, and two daughters, and Steve is a prospers business owner. Phil also got married, and has three children, two boys and a girl. He lives in our hometown, coaches little league, and is the most respected lawyer in town. I live in a town outside the state capital. I, too, got married, and we just had our third child, a daughter, whose two older brothers love her to death. Steve and Phil and I see each other occasionally, we keep in touch mostly by e-mail now, but we do reminisce about the old days, and we always tell each other how much we love each other. Our high school has never had teams like when I was a part of the program. They have had a couple of championship teams, but nothing like those four years. Beginning the year after I graduated, we never lost to our rivals again. The kids these days don't know why it is so important to whip ass every year, but they do. That's a nice legacy, I guess. And yes, I still have the Mustang.