"The Three Wishes" -- part 4 (final)
Lucky
We were walking across the sports oval, Cameron and me. We'd become close friends in the past few days, but probably looked a mismatched pair to outsiders. I mean, physically we were very different, and guys might wonder what I saw in Cam. But he was kind, considerate. He looked after me. And he was so good with his lips and mouth and....... Yeh well! I didn't feel I had to "perform" for him. I could relax, be me.
As we strolled towards the changing rooms, Robson cut across our path. He too had changed the past day or two. He was still struggling with his own sexuality -- I thought -- and he could still snap at you, and misunderstand you, but occasionally, just occasionally, he smiled and laughed and even flirted a little. He was beginning to soften.
"Hey Lucky," he shouted. "You heading for the changing rooms?"
"Yeh. I got a message that we had a team meeting. That right?"
"Mm," said Robson, "That's sorta right."
"What you mean?" asked Cameron
Robson just smiled, a dirty, yet sexy sort of smile. "Wait and see! C'mon, they're waiting for you."
I wasn't sure what he meant, and I thought back briefly to the way he'd tried to humiliate me the first time I appeared. But surely things had changed since then? He wasn't gonna try and make a fool of me again?
Cameron and I looked at one another, almost reading each other's thoughts, and continued walking towards the changing rooms. Robson walked behind us, sort of shepherding us, in case we decided to do a runner.
We pulled the door open to the male changing room and went in. The usual smells of sweat and bodies hit us -- but there was something else. That ammonia smell that comes from a group of guys jacking off and shooting over the floor.
As Cam and I and then Robson walked in, the team were already gathered. They were naked, and sweating. Now that wasn't unusual of course. But they were touching each other, caressing, feeling, stroking. It was an orgy of 19 to 22 year olds, with their hard worked sports bodies flexing and rubbing against each other. Some had already cum -- you could see their juices on the floor; others were trying not to.
"Hey, I told you not to start until we got here," yelled Robson. Some of the guys hung their heads and muttered "Sorry Cap'n."
But Robson then suddenly smiled and yelled "well I'm sure you'll make it up. You're all horny little fuckers. Ten minutes rest and you be right to go again," at which several laughed and made comments.
"We're not all like Lucky you know!! He's right to go ten SECONDS after he's shot" said one voice.
"Which brings us," shouted Robson, "to the reason why where all here." The noise in the room settled down, and there was the danger of things getting a bit serious. Robson turned to me, looking at me, lusting at my body. I knew the signs, I'd seen it before, oh so many times. Guys who were "straight" or "bi", especially masculine sporty types, still had another side to their nature. They longer to explore another guy, especially one they could look up to in some way. But often it never got any further than just fantasy. I made it happen for guys. I laid my life on the line and took a risk and said it was ok to be gay -- and they loved me for that! And for the pole between my legs which never went down.
"We are here today," started Robson, before he was interrupted by boos and catcalls.
"Alright, alright. No speech," he smiled. He came over to, and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Lucky, thank you for coming and being part of this team. More than that, thanks for being the sexy hulk that you are, and...." He paused, I guess a bit embarrassed at letting his emotions out like this. His right hand slid under my t shirt and stroked my abs, rising up to my pecs. The other guys began to smile and Robbo worked on me. Naturally I got hard. Quickly! My cock was tenting my shorts within a matter of seconds. And then a chant started, quiet at first but gaining strength, "Strip, strip, strip."
"I guess they wanna show their appreciation Lucky," he said. The guys came closer and stripped me off. The feeling of their hands all over my body as they pulled and stripped my clothes off, made me feel so hot and horny. My cock was throbbing as the team's collective hands worked their way over my naked body, playing with nipples, ears, cock and the rest of my body. I could hear myself moaning and groaning, that ten inch boy cock seeming to get harder and impossibly harder with all their stimulation. Someone had some music on somewhere, Kylie, and it got louder and louder as the stimulation got more and more intense
In my imagination There is no complication I dream about U all the time In my mind, a celebration The sweetest of sensation Thinking U could B mine In my imagination There is no hesitation We walk 2gether hand in hand Im dreaming U fell in love with me Like Im in love with U But dreamings all I do If only theyd come true
I should B so lucky Lucky, lucky, lucky I should B so lucky in love I should B so lucky Lucky, lucky, lucky I should B so lucky in love
"Hey lover boy!"
I knew the voice, but it didn't seem to be Robbo or Cam or any of the other guys. I still felt their hands on my body. Well, I felt a pair of hands on my torso and pinching my nipples and playing with my cock. And I felt one pair of lips kissing me."
"So you awake now?" the voice asked.
I came round slowly, opening my eyes and seeing John, his dark hair falling over his eyes, looking down at me smiling. He was stripped to the waist, his suntanned body glistening in the light. "You having a dream lover boy?"
"Shit, yes," I said, smiling up at him. "I mean, I had this ten inch cock and I was always horny and the guys just couldn't keep their hands off me..."
"Hey, hey," he laughed. "So some wishes do come true! Well, the guys have gone, there's just you and me. I'm afraid you haven't got a ten inch cock -- and you're not 21 again. But I love you mate. Did I tell you that today? I really, really love you. And he reached down to me as I lay stretched out on the leather couch and kissed me fully on the lips, as Kylie continued to sing in the background,
I should B so lucky Lucky, lucky, lucky I should B so lucky in love I should B so lucky Lucky, lucky, lucky I should B so lucky in love
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