Kissing Ass
We were all within a year or two of being 15, in high school, and some on the team were friends, but all I knew. This is the soccer team, playing at school, but also on weekends and after school.
For the weekend games, usually in the afternoon, we played on a field just a few minutes walk from my house. Most of the other kids used bicycles to get there. We didn't dress in any particular way, shorts of course, but not necessarily soccer shoes - it was very informal. But the play was, well, playful, but also competitive and aggressive. When someone fumbled or fucked up, those on our team yelled at the offender pretty good.
One warm day, I was sitting there waiting for the others to arrive on their bikes. The most athletic guy of the group, Jason, was sitting next to me. Out of the blue, he said, we could make this more interesting, when a guy fucks up. Anyone on our team who fucks up should kiss the ass of the rest of us after the game. I can remember his words to this day, ten years later!
And while I had never kissed anyone's ass before, the sex of it all was pretty much instantly impressed in my mind, especially since I had been jacking off with two guys (separately - they did not know each other), Mark and Joey. Sometimes it was more than jacking off, it was kind of a long progression of explorations.
Anyhow, I said, what do you mean? Jason said well, when the other guys get here, I want to say we need to improve our game. There'll be no fucking up, and if you do, then you have to kiss some ass, down below the field where the trees and bushes are by the stream. We had usually 5 or 6 guys on our team, and 5 or 6 on the other. Really our two teams were just one regular team from school but split on half, and we always split the same way, just used toI guess.
So amazingly enough, when they were all there Jason said, hey, I want to explain something to you, and damned if he didn't explain it exactly. There were assorted groans, and yucks, but no-one was opted out, probably because Jason was the Big Man.
We start the game, and the other team had no idea of our plan. Well, through no premeditated intention whatsoever, I was the one to fuck up and passed the ball really badly and the other team git it and make a goal in one fast kick. I knew it was a fuck up, but there were other fumbles too. We lost, and headed back to our bikes. Jason said, let's go down to the stream and he said, Rob, you fucked up so you know what you need to do. Lie down on your back. Jason was first. He put his short down and undershorts down around his ankles and squatted down on my face and lips. He said kiss it. I tried kissing his cheek, and tried to get up but he said no, you have to kiss the ass. So I did. It smelled as you might expect: sweaty and musky. He stood up and I, and the rest of us noticed his cock was hard.
I guess this is a good time to describe Jason, before I describe kissing the other asses. Jason was 15, and muscular. He has dark hair and darker eyes, almost black and there was quite a bit of hair on his legs and forearms. But the most interesting feature was his really nice and curling lips.
All the guys, so 3 more, squatting on my face and I kissed their holes. They didn't linger with their shorts off. Jason said, so that is the plan. Sorry Rob but you fucked up, and next time someone else might fuck up. I do not think Jason thought he would ever fuck up!
We were a pretty tight knit group, and fortunately nothing was said at all about this episode. Until the following weekend. Then Jason said, remember what happens, and looked at all of us. I felt my cock twitch when he said it.
Needless to say, the inevitable happened but this time not my fuck up! So it was Mark, my friend who I'd been fooling around with for two years, who has to do the kissing. I was second in line to sit on his face, and I knew his habits, so I said, "kiss it a little more, I don't think that was good enough, and he did. I had a really bad hardon by then and I was jacking myself a little. I got up for the next guy and I didn't pull up my shorts. I just stood there jacking while Michael has his ass kissed. No one said anything. Michael was on Mark a little longer and mark was kissing his hole a few times.
This turned into a jackoff party with the guys getting there ass kissed. Mark was hard, and lying there. He got up and we all jacked off, and someone said mark did a "good job man".
Over the afternoons and weekends, we followed the same pattern. Several of us, including me would wear our jockstraps. There was never anyone sucking dick, just jacking off. And of course the loser kissing our holes. The only one who didn't lose was Jason. And he was always the first to take a seat. Most of the the guys was kiss the holes, but Mark could be convinced with suggestion to lick our holes. I think he was the most popular loser. We would watch him pretty well, sticking his tongue into those buttholes. Sometimes a guy would come while Mark was licking. It was hot.
I remember one time midway through the game I went off to some bushes and took a dump. I used some long grass to wipe myself. I didn't think much of it until after the game and Mark was licking again. I sat on his face. I wondered what he was thinking, but he didn't way anything, he just licked my asshole nicely, probably about 5 minutes or so and I shot a load.
A few days later when I was with him, he told me my hole was dirty but he really liked it. We were regular fuck buddies. We'd suck each other, but never kiss on the lips. He used to swallow my cum all the time. Now we had a new thing, and that was eating each other's holes. I wasn't into a dirty hole but he liked it. He could eat and actually tongue fuck my hole for what seemed like at least half and hour.
All this went over for two years, with the team, then for reasons I do not know it lessened. I think some of the guys were doing girls. But Mark and I continued. I think he sucked out my hole at least 200 times in a 3 year period. It was great. Oddly enough he is married now, and lives a few towns away.