LATE PRACTICE BY SHANE S.
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"Brad! Comere!" I heard Coach yell down the sidelines.
The rest of the guys were just finishing up practice and coming off the field heading to the locker room. I knew I was in for something. I had fucked up royally in our last game. All I gotta do is go out there and kick, that's it. Kick the damn ball.
I was sprinting to our head coach, Coach Garret, and he points to the bag of balls.
"Get out there with these and you keep kicking till you put every damn one of these through the goal posts twice without missing," he yelled at me.
"Yes Coach," I answered back with my strong voice.
Coach was watching me. I had to get these. There were twelve footballs in the bag. Three kicks were perfect, right through the center of the posts. The fourth wasn't so good. It hit the left post.
"Go get em," Coach yelled.
I started an easy jog from the 30-yard-line towards the end zone.
"Hustle it boy," Coach barked.
I sprinted to get the four balls and threw them damn near perfect to the bag lying just past the 30-yard- line. I sprinted back.
Coach was standing there with his arms folded watching me. I looked his way every now and then. The eleventh went perfect, just as the ten before. Coach was gone. I kept going. I ended up having to start over three times. Practice had ended for everyone else almost an hour before by the time I had the balls all back in the bag and was heading to the locker room. About halfway back, I saw Cory walking my way.
"What the hell you still doing here?" I yelled to him.
He jogged out to meet me. "Let me take those," he said, grabbing the straps off my shoulder.
Cory is our team manager. The guy loves football, just isn't built for the game at all. He's a little nerdy. Yeah, I guess you would call it that. He's tall and skinny. Cory tried out for football our freshman year. He sucked. I mean, really sucked. He gave it his all though. Everyone there saw that. I remember him showing up at our first practice too. He wanted to practice with us, even though he wasn't on the team. He ran when we ran, even did some drills too. He just couldn't handle the ball. His throw has gotten better three years later.
Coach made him team manager. He takes good care of us. He helps Coach and Coach Davis, our assistant coach.
"Man, what are you still doing here, Core?" I asked him, laughing. "Practice was over an hour ago."
"Coach left, said you had some more work to do. Just figured I would stay back too and clean up a bit," Cory told me. "I wanted to see how you were doing anyway."
"Yeah, spying on me to make sure I did what Coach said. Uh-huh, I know," I teased.
"You were sick out there tonight," Cory grinned.
"You think?" I asked him. "If only I had been that good Friday. Damn, I don't know what happened."
"Don't let it get you down. We still won." He tried to make me feel better.
"Not any thanks to me," I said to him.
"Hey, you are the best kicker this team has had in a decade," Cory said. "Coach has said that how many times?"
Cory took the bag into the equipment room and I headed to my locker. I was down to my compression shorts when Cory came around the corner throwing a clean towel at me.
"Thanks," I said to him, reaching out to catch it.
"You can head out, get home. You look beat. I'll close up," he told me.
"I think I wanna shower. It will feel good to get the sweat off before I change," I told him. "You should go home. You look like you have worked your ass off too."
"I took everything outta the equipment room, cleaned it down, and reorganized it," he told me.
"Damn, man," I said to him. "You're the best manager this schools ever seen."
Cory grinned. "I like being here. You know I love football, love the team. Just wish I didn't suck when it comes to playing."
"So you say you suck, but not in the good way," I joked with him, giving his arm a jab with my fist. I laughed with him. "You don't totally suck, you know. You can throw a hell of a lot better now."
"You know I can't play worth shit," he said, turning serious. "I'm just glad Coach has let me be with the team for four years."
"Let you be with the team?" I questioned him. "You are part of this team. A damn big part," I told him. "You do more work than most of us."
He just looked at me and smiled. I put the towel down on the bench.
"I'm gonna hit the showers, you can head out. I'll make sure everything is clean," I jokingly assured him.
I was half-hard in these skin-tight shorts, and I was ready to rub one out in the open shower room.
"I'm gonna grab a shower and change," he said. "I have to head to Olive Garden from here."
"Oh, okay," I said, and he headed to his locker in the other row. I peeled off the compression shorts and my dick stretched out. "That feels better," I said, under my breath.
"What's that?" Cory called over.
"Oh nothing," I yelled back as I grabbed the towel and headed to the showers. "Just feels good to get outta those fricken tight shorts. My poor dick couldn't breathe too much longer in there."
He laughed. "Yeah, it looked a little trapped in there. Like it was trying to get out," he said, walking to the showers.
"Well, it was starting to get hard on me," I told him. "Just be warned."
We laughed. He looked. He smiled. I looked at his. Floppy soft.
"I was planning to rub one out here in the shower after you left," I grinned. "You didn't leave."
"Doesn't mean you can't," he grinned back. "I won't look... for too long, at least."
We laughed again.
"Shit, I would be the one looking at you," I told him. "You have a fuckin monster dick."
He laughed at me. He did. Like I said, he's tall and skinny, with a dick to match. I've never seen him hard, and yeah, we get hard in the showers. Everybody on the team has seen just about everybody at least with a partial. Occasionally, there's even some stroking that goes on. Cory though, I've never seen him even start to chub. So his I would guess to be between five and six inches soft. It isn't real skinny, but not fat either. It just hangs there. Really hangs. It's been talked about around the locker room, that's for sure. No one has ever seen him anything but soft, but we gotta wonder how big that thing gets. We've all said it has to be huge, like scary huge.
We were in the showers, standing next to each other, water going now. I was sticking straight out at this point.
"You do need to take care of that thing. Don't you?" he asked, looking at my hard-on, then at my face.
"Told you," I answered. "So, I gotta ask. You got a big dick, yeah?"
We both were washing our hair.
"Well, uh, yeah. I guess it is pretty big," he gave a chuckle. "It isn't huge, I mean. It isn't, what did you say, `monster dick,' or anything."
"Yeah," I said. "Whatever. We all see how big that thing is soft. Can't imagine how big it gets."
"Not much bigger," he told me.
"Yeah, sure," I snapped back sarcastically.
I was unconsciously stroking mine a bit now. Cory looked.
"Yours sure as hell isn't small," he said. "Damn, what are you, about seven-and-a-half?"
"I think probably between that and eight," I told him, now realizing I was stroking it. "Shit, sorry. Didn't even realize I was doing that." I turned to face the wall.
"Well, I'd guess you are around seven-and-a-half. I'm about eight, and maybe a little bigger than you," he told me. "And you don't have to be sorry. Like I don't know you guys are in here beating off all the time."
We laughed.
"It's not, `all the time,'" I mocked. "Maybe once in a while though." I laughed. "It's also been a while since I've measured. But I'm sure it's way smaller than yours."
"Not by much," he said.
I looked over. He still was floppy soft.
"Don't you ever just pop one?" I asked him. "I mean, mine goes hard on me a hundred times a day."
"Well, yeah. I mean, it used to a lot, but I can't really hide it very well," he told me. "So, I learned how to keep it down."
"Yeah?" I shot back at him. "How do you do that?" I asked Cory, soaping up and tugging at mine a bit more now.
"I jerk off," he answered. "A lot."
"I jerk off a lot too," I said to him. "I mean, we all do, the whole team. We still pop em when we don't want to."
Cory interrupted, "I said, A LOT," he emphasized.
"Like how many times a day?" I asked.
"I donno," he was counting in his head. "Like around seven, maybe eight times a day," he figured.
"Damn," came out of my mouth. "I usually can get four in, sometimes five on a good day. How do you do that?" I asked him.
"Well," he looked at me, "when I wake up in the morning, like every two periods at school I go take care of it, when I get home, and then when I go to bed," he told me. "I don't get a hard-on in the middle of a class anymore."
"Damn," I said again. "Well, I really wanna bust one now. You sure you don't care?" I asked him.
"I don't give a shit, Brad," he answered me, laughing.
"Isn't it time for you to too? I mean, keeping the schedule you gave me," I said laughing a bit.
"I already did," he told me, grinning. "Like right before I came back out to see how you were doing."
"Nice," I said. "Do you like to watch porn?" I asked him.
"Yeah, when I can," he answered me, now watching me a bit when he could sneak a peek.
I was stroking my dick slow now. It felt good with the hot water running down my front. I was still facing the wall. He was too. I took a quick glance at his. It was starting to get hard. It was slowly rising up a bit from its floppy state I've always seen.
"What do you like to watch?" I asked him. I was hoping to actually see him hard for once. Then I could tell the guys just how big a monster he does have.
"Really anything," he said, with his head back and eyes closed, letting the water run down the front of him too. "Depends on my mood."
"So what were you watching before?" I asked, looking at him getting harder while I could.
He opened his eyes and dropped his head saying, "Just some shit on Tumblr."
I looked away. "Yeah? Anything good?" I asked him, and looked back over to him.
He looked at me. His eyes went down to watch me stroking and he answered, "A few scenes of guys getting a blowjob." Then he looked up at me.
"That's hot," I said to him.
When I looked back down, he was fully hard. He turned away from the wall and was soaping up. Cory spent a little extra time soaping up his dick. I grabbed the bar of soap in front of me, turned away from the wall, and started soaping up too.
When I looked over at him again, he was rock hard and stroking it with the bar of soap in his hand. He reached around to put the soap back and went back to his dick.
"Looks like you need to take care of it again," I said to him, and chuckled a little.
"Yeah, guess so," he said.
We were just watching each other stroke now. It's not like I haven't seen other guys doing it in here too, but Cory's was big, really big. It got way thicker too.
"You have a huge dick, man," I told him. "It's got to be bigger than eight inches."
"Nope, it's just barely eight," he told me.
"Well, it's bigger than anything I've ever seen. Except maybe in some crazy porn," I told him and looked up to his face. "So blowjobs, huh?" I asked, thinking back to what he told me he was watching when he was in here jerking it just like fifteen minutes ago. "When was the last time you had that thing in a mouth?" I asked him.
"Never had one," he admitted. "You?" he asked me.
"It's been a minute," I told him. "You've never had a blowjob? Really?"
"Nope, thought I was getting close once," he said. "Last year I was out with Stephanie and we were messing around a little. But she never did it."
"Damn, sorry man," I said.
"What's it feel like?" he asked me.
"Feels pretty damn good," I told him.
"Yeah?" he shot back.
"Yeah," I said. "It's warm, wet, soft, like all at the same time. And the sucking, shit, that feels so good."
"Yeah?" he said again.
"Yeah," I answered.
I looked down to watch him stroke his big dick when he looked down to watch me. We both had started going at it faster now.
"Do you cum in Katie's mouth?" he asked me, now staring at my fist going on my dick.
Katie has only sucked my dick a few times in the nine months we've been seeing each other.
"Hell no," I told him. "She won't let me. I only came once getting sucked, and she spit it out."
"Damn," he said. "I wouldn't want to take it out. I would want them to keep sucking it when I cum."
"Yeah, it feels so good," I told him.
He leaned his head back, "Fuck, I want my dick sucked."
I don't even know why, but I was on my knees in front of Cory in a second. His head was leaning back and his eyes were closed. His fist was pumping his long pole. I had never thought about sucking a guys dick, not ever, but something made me want this one.
I grabbed hold of his fist with my left hand and my right hand took its place. It startled him.
"Wh, what, what the? What are you doing?" Cory asked me, looking down now.
"I don't know," and I honestly didn't know.
All I did know was that for some reason I wanted Cory's dick in my mouth. I leaned forward to get closer as my fist was tugging on him.
"That feels good," he said. His hands went to my shoulders.
The head of his dick was so close to my lips I could feel him there. When I tugged on his dick, it was punching at my mouth. I parted my lips a little and let my tongue find the head. I lapped it, licking it as it bounced with my stoking. He started moaning.
It didn't taste like anything really. Then there was a taste, his pre cum. It tasted so good. I wanted more. I opened my mouth up and wrapped my lips around his hardness, just past the head, and I sucked it. I sucked it hard. I wanted more of his pre cum. My hand was milking his shaft for it too. I got what I wanted.
"Oh shit," Cory gasped. "Oh yeah, suck it. Suck my dick, man." His moans continued. "Oh, it feels so good."
He was leaking a lot of pre now. It mixed with my saliva and it was starting to cover his pole. My hand was sliding easy on his slippery dick. I wanted more of it in my mouth. His words and moans were encouragement. I took more of him in my mouth and started using my tongue. My tongue moved and twirled around his thick meat. I kept sucking him as hard as I could too, moving my mouth over his long shaft. My head was now bobbing on his dick. I sped up for a bit. Then I slowed down and went down further. I still wasn't all the way down on it and I could feel it in my throat. If I went any further, I would choke. I swallowed several times. With the head of his dick so far in my mouth, my swallowing made him go crazy. He jabbed forward. I choked and came off him a little. I swallowed a few times and the choking feeling went away. I sucked on him harder and started bobbing on it again.
"Fuck man, I'm gonna cum," I heard him say.
I went to work on the half of his dick I didn't have in my mouth with my fist again. His moaning was getting louder and...
"Oh yeah, fuck yeah. I'm cumming," he said.
I felt several shots hitting the back of my throat. That almost choked me, but swallowing helped that. He kept pumping what seemed like a gallon of cum in my mouth. I swallowed it all.
When the pulses of his hard dick in my mouth ended, I stood up and went back under my shower.
"Damn, man," he said, looking over at me. "What was that?"
"That was your first blowjob," I said to him with a big grin. "Won't be your last if you don't want it to be, either. Just don't tell Katie. Shit, don't tell anyone."
It wasn't his last blowjob, from me, that is. It became a regular thing, as many times a week as we could find the time. It was a one-way thing for quite a while. Then he surprised me one day. Now I have a mouth I don't have to give warning and pull away from anymore.
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-Shane S.