I stayed in that position for while just thinking and crying. I was so embarrassed that I let myself get taken like that, like some kind of prison bitch. I hadn't even really fought back and there were times I even liked what I was doing. I started wondering if that meant I was gay, and whether someone would let it get out in school that I had basically sucked off half the football team. I finally pushed Chad's shit off my chest and got up, took a quick shower and walked home.
I was a freak that weekend - didn't talk to any of my friends and didn't do any homework. I just stayed up in my room watching tv and pretty much convincing myself that my life was over. On Monday morning I pretended to be sick because I didn't want to go to school but my mom saw right through me and made me go. I walked through the halls going to my locker and saw a few of the guys from the team, but everything was totally cool. No weird looks or smiles or anything - it was like the whole thing never happened. So I started feeling better thinking the whole thing was just an initiation and I was in the club now.
Coach ran us hard at practice. The locker room attendant told him someone had left a shit in the shower room Friday night and they knew it was one of us. Everyone denied it of course which only made Coach madder. Only Chad and I knew who did it but we sure as hell weren't talking. We ran so many sprints a couple of the guys puked in their helmets (which is nasty as hell - you think you smell puke the rest of the season.) Then we went to the locker room and got showered and stuff.
I was walking home when Chad pulled up behind me in his red jeep - top down, hair still damp and wearing just a tank top and that showed off his biceps. He told me to get in the car and he'd drive me home. My house was only couple of blocks away but I figured I might as well take him up on the offer. But he went up one block and then turned, driving kind of fast away from my house. He said he wanted to talk.
First he thanked me for not telling anyone about the shit thing. He told me he did it to disrespect me and show how he thought I was nothing. But then he said that after I didn't tell anyone he had kind of changed his mind about me, plus he was impressed with my practices. He offered to help me memorize plays whenever I wanted and said we could go to his house and get started that night if I wanted. I never did much homework anyway so I said sure and we went over to his house. His parents were out somewhere with his little brother so we went up to his room (which was this cool little suite with his own dressing area and a big bathroom that connected to his brother`s room.)
Chad went over to his desk to get the playbook. I'll admit I was kind of checking him out. He looked so hot it was impossible not to. The tank top was tight and showed off like all of the muscles on his chest and arms, and he was wearing dark blue adidas running pants which were tight over his ass, and when he bent over I saw the elastic from a jockstrap. I started getting hard and then he turned around. He sort of looked at me and then looked away and started talking football, talking really quickly. Then he stopped talking and said "Hey Corey, um, you're not going to ever tell anyone about Friday right? Cuz if you do, it will kind of make you look gay and plus no one will believe I did all that shit with you anyway. Everyone knows I'm not gay."
I told him I definitely was never going to tell anyone for exactly those reasons. Plus, it was a secret team initiation thing and part of the things with hazing is that you never tell anyone about what you do to get in. kind of like a fraternity thing, right?
Chad said the jerking off on my face thing was an old tradition, but not the fucking thing. He admitted that he just wanted to try fucking a guy and it seemed like the perfect opportunity. Then he looked down at my crotch again and noticed I had gotten hard again talking about it. Then he said "hey you liked that didn't you?"
I told him I didn't but we both knew it wasn't exactly the truth. And he got that famous Chad smile and knew he had me in a difficult position "Take off your pants bitch!" he commanded. I was like, fuck, here we go again.
I told him I had to get home and do some work and I got up to go. He hopped up and blocked the door and told me that wasn't happening. He said he liked fucking my tight hole and now that he knew I liked it we'd be doing it until he got sick of me. I pushed him aside and opened the door and started running down the hall. He chased after me and tackled me. He grabbed the elastic from my underwear and dragged me back in his room. I was kicking and swearing but despite the world class wedgie I was hard again.
"Listen Corey, I'm done fucking around. Take off your clothes and get down on your knees and get to work. But leave your underwear on - I don't want you pulling that wedgie out yet!"
So that's what I did. With my gray Hanes boxerbriefs up my ass I got on my knees and reached over and pulled down Chad's running pants. I got a quick whiff of fresh sweat mixed with the soap from his shower an hour earlier. His cock was straining to get out of his jockstrap so I carefully pulled it out and started licking it. With my hands on his ass and his hands massaging my scalp, I got to working sucking his perfect 8" cock. It was so hot and sweet and I loved the lingering smell of his jockstrap in his pubes. After about five minutes he started breathing quickly and I felt his dick starting to twitch. I figured I'd push my luck a bit and went to stick a finger up his ass. I only got up one knuckle and he pulled his dick out his mouth.
"That's a good idea bitch. Stand up."
I stood up and he whipped off my underwear. He slapped my ass and laughed when it started getting pink. He spanked me a few more times, telling me that he jerked off all weekend thinking about fucking my tight hole. He said it was the best fuck he'd ever had. Then he pushed me face first on the bed and with one hand spread open my cheeks. Chad spit on my hole and started pushing in with two fingers. It didn't feel good to say the least and I pleaded with him to just let me suck him off but he wasn't hearing it. "Dude, why would I want a blow job when I can shoot my huge load up your ass?"
Chad was working my hole pretty good and I could feel it stretching as he twisted his fingers around. He pulled them out and went to lube up his dick, but he glanced down and saw shit on his fingers.
"Bitch have you taken a shit today? I've got your crap all over my fingers and I'm not getting my cock all covered with your stink. Get in the bathroom and shit."
Once again Chad humiliated me. I walked over to the bathroom and went to close the door but he wanted to come in. This jock pervert wanted to watch me shit! So I sat down on the toilet with my hardon sticking straight out and he sat on the edge of the tub watching me. I didn't have to push hard because the shit was only too willing to come out. Not to get too gross, but it was kind of loose and the room immediately started to stink up with the smell of my farts and the shit floating in the bowl. Chad was laughing and jerking off "man that is serious stink man! What do you eat?"
I got up and wiped my ass. It took a few swipes because it wasn't the "cleanest" shit. But I got cleaned up pretty good and then Chad grabbed me and led me back to the bed. I didn't even get to flush or wash my hands but he didn't care. He wanted to fuck me badly. And fuck me he did. I guess he thought my ass was all stretched out from his fingering and from pushing the shit out, so he just bent me over and stuck his whole cock in, lubed only with his precum and the natural juices in my ass. He banged me hard for maybe three minutes. Every time he rammed his cock in he hit my prostate and I thought I'd cum. Finally he started screaming that he was going to cum and he reached around and grabbed my dick. One last tap on my prostate was all it took - the two of us started cumming at almost the same time.
Sweaty and exhausted, we both laid on the floor and he actually held me, almost cuddling. He asked if I liked it better this time and I admitted I did sort of like it. His voice got really low and he said he liked it too. It was this cool tender moment, both of us kind of confused, guilty but happy. Then we heard two car doors slam and he started to panic.
"Shit dude, get dressed! My parents are home."
The two of us started scrambling around the room grabbing our clothes. I couldn't find my underwear so I went commando under my jeans and just managed to look composed when his brother came upstairs. His bedroom connected to Chad's and he came in to say hi and take a piss. I sort of knew his brother, Sean, because he was a year younger than me and was still at the middle school I graduated from last year. He was cute, longish dark brown hair and big brown eyes. He was only in 8th grade so his wasn't nearly as built as Chad, but he was thin and had big shoulders, and it was a safe bet he'd be almost identical to Chad in a couple of years.
Sean looked sort of surprised that I was in Chad's bedroom, but he played it off cool. Until he looked in the toilet and saw my shit still there.
"Chad, what the fuck man? You took a dump and didn't even flush? That's so nasty. What if Corey had come in here? Plus now both our rooms smell like shit."
We had been so busy fucking around that we didn't notice the place did smell kind of rank. But I was really hoping Chad wouldn't rat me out because I didn't know how I'd explain the fact I came to the quarterback's house, dumped in his bowl and just left it floating there like some insult to his hospitality.
"Dude that isn't my shit. I always flush. Corey, did you crap and run?" Chad laughed as he asked, shooting me that cocky look that I hated and admired. He was a couple of feet away from me and he could see me sweating and twitching from nerves. What an asshole!
"Uh, yeah man. Sorry - I really had to go and I guess I just forgot. I didn't mean to dis you man. I was just thinking about football and the plays and stuff."
"Well I don't know how you just `forget' to flush, but whatever. Just don't do it again, okay?"
I agreed and Sean flushed the toilet and closed the door. I looked at Chad and shot him this look like I wanted to kill him.
"Chad, Sean is going to tell everyone at school that I came over and didn't flush. And it was actually your fault because you were in such a hurry to fuck me."
First he got this look like he was going to hit me for accusing him of being a homo. But I think he was kind of starting to like me a little and then he had an idea.
"Yeah, that was shitty of me. I'm sorry. I tell you what - how about if I can guarantee Sean won't talk? Would that be cool?"
I said sure, and Chad told me we'd just embarrass Sean even worse.
"My bro goes in there every afternoon right before dinner and takes a shit, but I think he jerks off too because I've come in after him and the place smells more like Jergens lotion than shit. Lets go bust in on him - that will shut him up. He won't want all of his friends knowing that he jerks it every day."
Sean had locked the door to Chad's room, so we snuck out in the hall and into Sean's room. His door was closed but unlocked and the door to the bathroom was slightly open. We could hear him moaning slightly and we almost started laughing out loud. But we crept over to the bathroom and looked in. There was Sean, totally naked, bending over the sink with his eyes closed kissing the mirror, yanking on his six inch cock. His hairless body was covered lightly with sweat and it looked like he was getting close to coming.
I got hard instantly, then Chad pointed down to Sean's ass. I though he was just fingering himself but when he took his hand away I realized he had a pink highlighter up his butt. This was too good! There was no way in hell junior would be blackmailing me!
Then, totally cool, Chad said "Hey Sean, buddy, I need to take a piss." And we both started laughing as Sean's face turned red, his cock pointed towards us. He didn't say anything, just started crying while his dick softened. In between sobs he started begging us not to tell anyone because he would be ruined.
"I'm not a fag, Chad, really. I've never done anything like this before. I don't even know what I was doing. I just got so horny. Please don't tell mom and dad!"
I actually felt sorry for the kid. I didn't want to humiliate him, I just wanted to make sure he wouldn't tell about my shit-and-run (which really paled in comparison to this scene!) Chad didn't seem to feel the same way - he got that evil look on his face like he gave me at my locker room initiation.
"Yeah whatever dude. You're not a faggot but you're kissing yourself with a highlighter dildo up your butt? You're a man. Riiiight..."
Sean pulled the thing out of his butt with a pop and we could see the streaks of shit on it. He went to wipe it off but Chad piped up:
"Don't wipe that off dickhead. If you like butt action so much, lick it clean."
Sean started crying again at the embarrassment and also because he knew Chad wasn't just kidding. This was guy who got a kick out of beating his little bro for no reason. So I told Chad just to chill out.
"That's nasty dude. He was just jerking off, like we all do. Lets just get out of here so Sean can get dressed and we'll all forget about this thing."
Chad didn't like me challenging his authority and glared at me. "You know what? It makes sense that a homo like you is trying to protect him. I have a better idea, why don't you get over there and lick that nasty pen clean? I think you have forgotten who you are. Maybe sucking on Sean's shit will teach you to shut up, you fucking frosh."
I got up and told him I had to leave but he came over and punched me in the gut and I fell over. As I sat on the floor gasping for breath, and Sean looking on in shock, Chad went over and grabbed the pen and stuck the shitty end in my mouth and kept his hand on it so I wouldn't spit it out.
"You like that shit Corey? Huh? Yeah, lick it all off. Nobody gets out of here until this pen is like new."
Now it was my turn to cry again. Sean was staring at me with pity and disgust, while Chad just looked like a bully who would just as soon kick my ass as play football with me. I knew that when this thing was over, I was leaving this house, quitting the team, and never talking to Chad (or Sean) ever again.
----- End of Part Two. Sorry for the delay guys - I was taking finals and then took a vacation. Thanks for all the responses. John (wutrox@hotmail.com)