Ted put his hands against the cold tile wall, leaning forward to let the water stream down his back. Practice had been fucking tough today, and the heat felt good on his sore muscles. Only a couple of guys were left in the lockers now, and he didn't look up when he heard bare feet scuff on the floor behind him.
"Hey, Ted," a strong voice yelled in his ear. He spun around, almost slipping on the soapy floor. Six of the senior players stood around him, all naked and all grinning.
"Uh, hey guys. What's up?" Ted took a nervous half step back, away from the leering teens.
"When did you join the team, Ted? What, last month," one of the team co-captains asked.
"Yeah."
"You haven't played much since then," the boy smirked. This wasn't Ted's fault: he was an excellent lacrosse player. No one seemed to want him to play, though. "Do you wanna play, Ted?" The smaller boy nodded cautiously.
"Good, cause I want you to. You're good, and we need good players, but as good as you are you're still missing something." The boy smiled, and waited. The other five were all grinning. Two of them were sprouting wood. Ted tried not to notice.
"What am I missing?" This came out in an unfortunate squeak.
"Your dues. You're on the team but until you pay your dues you're not part of the team. You do want to be part of the team, right Ted?" The boy nodded mutely.
"Then do you want to pay up?" After a second's hesitation, the fat nodding boner of one of the guys plain in the corner of his eye, Ted nodded.
"Good. Come on." The captain flipped the shower off and led the way out into the lockers. The other boys kind of herded Ted along. Deep in the maze of metal lockers, the captain turned and pointed at a wooden bench. "Sit." Ted sat.
The boys arranged themselves around him, two behind, at each shoulder, and the other four in a tight semi circle in front. Ted swallowed hard, not looking at the walls of bare, muscular flesh hemming him in. All four guys in front of him were getting hard now, thick teen cocks rising proudly, pointing at Ted.
"Now, you want to join the team right?" A wordless nod. "Well, a team isn't just a bunch of guys running around. We have to work together, think together, be together.
If we aren't, we're losers. You understand?" Nod nod. "We need you to join us, to be part of us. We need to know that you're willing to be on our team. Are you willing?" The captain's hand was gripping his swollen shaft, pumping the loose foreskin over the shining cock head. Ted looked into his eyes, desperate, and nodded. "Good. Join us then."
All four buff guys were jacking their dicks now. Slapping sounds in his ears showed that the other two were as well. For a second Ted stared around him, seeing erect dicks being pleasured for the first time in his life. Then he moved a hand to his own dick, limp and shriveled. Working the flaccid shaft between his fingers Ted thought of his girlfriend, of the girls he had seen in magazines and the internet. Anything to provoke a rise in his own floppy rod.
Finally, holding a vivid picture of a hot blond in his mind, his cock twitched. As it inflated his strokes grew longer, and the pleasure helped it pump up further. "Good boy," the captain whispered. His fist was a blur on his own dick.
Ignoring the forest of meat around him, Ted concentrated on his mental chick, pumping away to the thought of her hot, juicy pussy. Just as he really got into it, leaning back and slamming away, the captain's started to pant. His knees flexed, his abs clenched, and his fist slowed. His hand moving in tiny jerks the captain leaned over, aiming the thick knob. A strong grip on his arm pulled Ted's hand away from his dick. "Welcome to the TEAM!"
With pinpoint aim, a huge glob of cum jetted from the captain's cock. It landed right on the head of Ted's cock, a thick gooey stream. Jet after jet followed, gleaming white ropes of spooge festooning Ted's entire crotch. The boy sat petrified, shocked to have another guy's cum covering his own dick.
The captain stepped back, spent, and another guy leaned in. A fresh load pounded down into Ted's lap, leaking down over his nuts. Another guy's load caught him in the belly, pearly jizz cascading down the tightly cut muscles. A guy behind straddled the bench and twisted Ted's shoulder to give himself a clear shot. More hot sperm rained down. The last two guys stepped up and let fly, almost simultaneously. Twin falls of cum puddled on top of Ted's wilting shaft.
All six guys stood around, grinning and laughing at the shocked look on the boy's face. Ted's half hard cock drooped, dripping fresh jizz on the floor below. The captain looked down at him and smiled. "Well, come on. We don't have all night."
Slowly, hand trembling, Ted closed his fingers around his prick. The warm nut juice was still slippery, but he knew it would cool and harden soon. It seeped through his fingers, drooling down the back of his hand as he gently rubbed his shaft. The thick smell of it floated up to his face, wafting through the smell of sweat and ass that fills every locker room. His hand moved smoothly on his near limp shaft, the cum acting as a very silky lube. He rubbed faster, life returning to his groin, as the sheer pleasure of his slippery manipulation cut through the revulsion the filled his mind.
The other boys hooted and cheered, watching as he surrendered himself to his work. His cock was fully hard and leaking, his clear precum unnoticeable in the sea of jizz. His hand flew over his rod, his belly flexing as the waves of heat rolled up. His balls tightened up, readying his own measure of molten boy cream, and with a final grunt he came. Pulses of cum flew up in the air, landing on his chest and belly. The boys cheered him on, slapping his bare shoulders as he pumped his nuts dry. Finally, after a strangely intense orgasm, Ted came back to the world, welcomed by his new teammates.
Comments welcome: danrafe3@hotmail.com