I even jacked off twice that morning. It was a long time from morning until that night but I thought it might help me not get a boner. Not that anything helps me keep from getting one.
We had to spend the night at a hotel on the roadtrip game. Four of us shared every room. I knew most of the guys really good but they were letting us choose who we wanted. I didn't get up front but I got chosen by Caleb and we were with Jason and Brad. All that was cool. They were all cool guys, good looking, and don't stink.
I said I jacked twice already that morning, I kept thinking the last thing I wanted to do was walk around the hotel room and then get in bed with Caleb with a boner. Since I was a little kid in Junior High, it was about the worst possible thing that could happen to you, getting a boner in PE class. Or really getting caught with a boner in PE class. In 2 days everyone in school would know you got one. It hasn't been so bad in High School, even the JV lockers are set up to hide a little more. There has been times when I had to swap underwear for a jock real quick! I got good at sliding them down and pulling up the jock and not showing boner or chubby.
Jacking off only worked for a little while. As soon as it got quieted down on the bus, here he came! I got a boner that lasted until we took a break and walked around a rest stop in the middle of no where. There was no way that I could jack in the restroom there, no doors at all. The only reason I would was so I wouldn't get one that night.
I was doing good until about a half an hour before we got the stadium. I still had a little chubby by the time we changed into shorts and helmets to do some walk through on the field. Not that it matters, but that was a college stadium and it sucked compared to our high school locker room. We skipped showers and just changed and got on the bus and they fed us the usual stuff for dinner. Then just to the hotel. We had some meetings with the coaches and then "played quietly", mostly playing cards. There was a lot of Final Fantasy games going on too. And the whooped guys were on their cells calling their women.
I like women too, at least I can put up with them right now. I hate it when they want to talk all the time, worst is when they want you to call them right before you go to bed. I just want to crash, go to the dead zone, power down, I don't need to make squishy talk over the phone. I played with naked titties and it was like we were married from then on. Playing titties is about as far as I have ever gone with a girl. I did some stupid stuff when I was a little kid but I don't even count that. All that means is that I am a virgin.
I am mostly straight too. I haven't done much with boys either. I am friends with some of the really gays guys in school. Its not so bad now but in Junior High, you could get your ass whooped just because you hung with those guys. The most I do is look a lot in the locker room. I am amazed how dicks look so different. I see them as they hang out and swing around while the guys are going to the shower or drying off. I don't ever look closely enough to get caught. It does make me feel good about my stuff. It's the only place I can compare. No brothers, cousins are shitheads, and my father keeps things locked up pretty tight, he doesn't even run around in his underwear. I haven't been on a sleepover since I was a little kid.
I am not real hairy, but my pubes are real thick right around my dick. Just regular brown pubes, darker than my other hair. I got a dick that is good sized, its about 6 inches when just hanging limp and it gets a couple inches bigger when I get a boner. Not that I measure, but it is about the biggest when soft on the team. I don't know how many look but as long as I'm not boned up, I like guys to look. I got a little hair on my chest, right in the middle. I'd probably have more hair on my legs if I didn't have to wear football pants that rub off the hair where the pads are. Its easier to feel the hair on my balls then to see them. When I get a boner my dick starts sticking out straight but then it curves up a little bit. I'm cut, but I haven't ever seen an uncut one.
Brad is hairy, not like a couple of other guys, his legs are furry and has a patch on his chest. His pubes kinda blend in with the rest of the hair, there is not a patch of pubes like on almost everyone else. His dick is a little scary looking, not size wise but because the way it looks in his pubes. Most of the time when he pulls his jock off, his dick looks like a cherry in the middle of the hair. You can only see the pink head. His balls could drag in snow and not get cold, they are all covered in fur.
Jason is pretty much the opposite. He is lighter brown hair, almost blond. He gets real blond on his head during summer, and times when he buys Maxim color. I think his balls look the most like mine, his dick thinner than mine and probably an inch shorter. He is the one the girls want. He wiggles his middle finger fast like he is playing with pussy. According to him it works. I know it has a couple of times.
Then there is Caleb, the reason I'm writing. Caleb is the only lineman on the team that hang with backs, receivers and d-backs. In other words, he is not a farter! We let him sit in the no-farting area of the bus, up with us and the coaches. At least most of the coaches, Coach Ray had to have been a lineman when he played. Caleb is pretty heavy, not all that fat but not thin and athletic like me. He is always hanging on people, picking them up or bear huggin them. His big old arms can squeeze the snot out of you. His locker is one away from mine and the way the stools are, I get to see more of him than almost every one else. Because of that, I feel like I'm a giant when it comes to dick size. I've seen his dick when he takes off his jock, and the head is about the only thing showing. He always pulls on it, to get it pulled out right, every boy does that, I think anyway. Then its still not big. He is also one of the worst guys back in Junior High about pointing out other boys' boners. He has really chilled on that. His pubes are so light that they don't show up that much.
So I had to share the hotel bed with him. It was just the regular size bed.
2 in the room. I wasn't even close to getting a boner while we were getting ready for bed. There was even a lot of pushing and squeezing around when we pissed, brushed teeth, zit creamed, all that stuff to go to bed. We were in bed, under the sheets, watching TV, and I kept my hands on top of the sheets, but Caleb was scratching his balls. Nobody said anything.
I fell asleep, probably first, I just know the lights were off when I woke up again. It freked me a little when I rolled over in the bed and felt a body. I was so surprised that I even felt around on him before I realized it was a body. When I got to his underwear, I knew it then and snapped my hand back. I went to sleep and then felt something right at the tip of my dick. I woke up enough to know it was his fingers playing with me, just a little bit. I was already hard. I was pointing down and stretching my underwear. I didn't more. It was a long time that I didn't move.
Caleb did more and more the longer it went. I was scared but it felt great when he started stroking me through my underwear. He at least moved my boner around like it should be pointing up so it didn't bend. He was still stroking some of my boner when he got 2 fingers inside the top of my underwear. I couldn't help it when his fingers touched my dick head, my butt jerked back and it ended up pulling his hand off. I eased up and relaxed again. Soon he was feeling me again. I was shivering all over.
He had my dick in his hand all the way. It felt a lot different than when I jack. He went down and pulled my balls out, like from between my legs and that was really good. I think I gave it away when I lifted my top leg to let my balls pull out. I think he knew I was awake then. He kept playing with my dick and pulling my underwear down a little at a time. It was all pulled down in front under my balls.
I didn't want to move with the other 2 guys right next to us. I knew I was going to cum. I knew I could be quiet when I did that, a lot of practice around the house. Caleb was getting in a good stroke, slower than me but good. Then he took his hand off my dick and lifted my hand. He held it up for a second. It was a weird feeling in my arm and a tingling feeling in my dick. When I didn't pull my hand back or anything, he put my hand on his underwear. He moved it back and forth, I just let it be limp. I definitely felt his boner. I felt the difference in his dick and his piss tube. I was liking it and scared shitless.
He should have known that I was awake by the way I was breathing when he pulled his underwear up and stuck my hand inside. I wanted to just let my hand stay limp but I squeezed it like I was still asleep. His hand went back to my dick that was still sticking out the top of my underwear. I didn't even realize it but I was starting to stroke him too as he was doing it to me. There was no doubt I was awake then. The jacking was faster and harder and realer.
His dick was way thinner and shorter. I got the whole thing in my hand. It got hard enough. It was also wet, from sweat and all. It wasn't piss or cum. I just jacked him. We had to be careful about doing too much or the bed would shake too much and make noise. I was trying to be so quiet but I was breathing hard. It felt so much better than jacking. I had to stop jacking him just so I could feel how good I was feeling. Then he would stop and I had to start again.
He was getting faster and then all of a sudden my hand filled up with cum. I still can't believe it feels that hot. I didn't feel it shoot out at all, there was just hot cum. He had to pull my hand off with his other hand. He just got faster and faster on my dick. I put my butt up in the air and tried a little bit to hold it but then I shot. It went on me and his hand.
Then the part that pissed me off. Caleb took my pillowcase, mine, not his, and cleaned it all up. There was a bunch of cum and it just made the entire pillowcase soaking wet.
He said one word, cool, and that was it. We went to sleep. It took me longer, my heart was beating fast and I was hot and had to cool off.
He didn't say anything that next morning. He didn't say anything after the game or even all week. I haven't either.
In about 4 games we go on another roadtrip and stay at a hotel. We will probably stay together again. I'm just not sure what I'm going to do. I got no one to tell. Then I thought I could at least write it and send it.