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I remember that day so vividly; The blazing heat from the sun and wiping the sweat from my forehead, as I ran my hand through my dark brown hair, which was usually nice and soft, but was now damp from sweat.
"What the fuck," I thought to myself. It was only late May, and it already felt like the middle of summer in the middle of the Sahara. I wondered if they would open the pools early because of the heat.
I felt the wind of bodies run past me, and then I realized Coach had been yelling my name.
"Get your damn head in the game, James!" he yelled. I could almost see him foaming at the mouth from here. I had been daydreaming again... I probably should work on that.
"Coach, I thought we talked about using that kind of language in front of the kids" I jokingly yelled back. He huffed and began to make his way towards me. That was my cue to get back in the game.
I don't know what he was all wound up about, it was only phys. ed. class, anyway. It's not like I would zone out when I was actually on the field.
"Any more of your smart-ass mouth, Jameson, and I'll have you running laps till you vomit!" he yelled, but I pretended to be too far to hear him.
A few minutes later with no one scoring a goal, I heard him blow the whistle. Most of our gym class did the zombie walk back to the locker room, accompanied by zombie groans.
The varsity guys and I were used to Coach's "Don't stop 'til you drop" attitude and were much better off. We ended up jogging back to the locker room, beating Coach and the others. Even we had to sigh as we entered the building and its cool air hit us. Almost immediately, all shirts and a few pairs of shorts came off as we made our way down the hallway. This time in the afternoon the school was an absolute ghost town.
I began stripping off my sweaty clothes and shoving them in my locker. I had to lean up against it to even get it too close. With the amount of stuff, I had packed in there, I'm surprised I haven't been featured on Hoarders. I had a week's worth of shorts, shirts, jocks, and socks, although it hadn't been entirely my fault.
The team manager quit a few weeks ago for some reason. He was the one usually doing the laundry; he seemed to enjoy it, and if he wanted to do it, then fine by me. That just meant my mom wasn't bitching that my room smelled like my own personal locker room.
I managed to finally shut my locker, and then almost immediately remembered I had left my towel inside.
"Damnit!" I muttered. There I was, standing in all my glory and with no towel.
"Hey Croft, do you have an extra towel?" I asked as he walked by me on his way to the shower.
"Nah man, I only got the one. Ever since that kid left, I've been having to wash my own shit."
"Fuck, man. I just crammed my stuff in my locker. If I open it now all my shit is gonna go all over the place. Just let me borrow your towel then, man" I asked trying not to think of how the cold air that felt good a few minutes, wasn't so good when you are stark naked.
"Fuck no. What the hell do I look like? Why would I want your nasty ass ball hair all over my towel!" he shot back. Although he laughed, I didn't find it humorous.
"Man, fuck you! I'll just take one of Pete's, he isn't here today anyway." I walked over to Pete's locker and began thumbing in the combination. The only reason I knew it was because Pete tended to forget it and said it out loud whenever he put it in. Poor guy. One of the best players we have, but dumber than a sack of hammers.
"Yo, you know Big Pete doesn't like you touching his shit," Croft said.
"Dude, chill. It's the weekend. I'll use it, toss it in the dryer, and get it back in his locker before next week. He won't even know," I assured him. He gave me a dismissive look and kept on walking to the shower.
I finally got it unlocked and opened it up. Wow. Pete might not have been the brightest guy, be he sure as hell was neat.
There it is. I pulled out the towel that was neatly folded on the top part of the locker. So that's what that is supposed to be used for. As I pulled the towel down, I was hit by an avalanche of magazines.
"Jesus, Pete. What the hell!" I said rubbing my sore head. I bent down, picking up a few of the magazines.
"Woohoo Pete, you been holding out!" It appeared Big Pete had a porn stash hidden in here, although I began to wonder why even bother keeping old magazines at all. But I remembered Pete's parents were kinda strict. I'm sure he would have gotten hell for looking at this kinda stuff. Looks like Big Pete was smarter than he looked. Although bringing this kinda stuff to school was pretty risky. Although it was pretty unlikely any of the guys would rat him out to Coach.
I bent over, picking up a few of them. I thumbed through them. Big-breasted women, all one and the same. I felt my dick get a little hard looking through, but I soon heard the others enter the locker room, and Coach's voice echo into the room. That all quickly dissipated, and I hurriedly scooped the rest of the magazines up and stuffed them back in his locker. As I was about to throw the last one in, I stopped. This one was different than the others. Instead of having the typical big-breasted woman on the front, it had a picture of some dude in a wrestler singlet. I could tell it wasn't a wrestling magazine, though, since it had ads about the articles inside. Most of them were talking about sex. Curious, I opened a random page. and it was a spread of a completely naked guy. He was laying on some sort of animal skin rug, his cock flaccid and laying on his lap. I was transfixed by the image. There were no other pictures on the page, just the guy on the animal skin. The sound of lockers opening and closing snapped me out of my trance. I quickly threw the magazine in the locker. I don't know what had come over me. I didn't know what was weirder; the fact that Pete had a magazine with naked men in it, or that I hadn't thrown it away in disgust when I opened it. I turned and almost ran into Croft. I could tell he had just finished his shower, as his hair was damp and his smelled like fresh soap. "Jeez Jameson, you must have been really happy to get that towel," he said, laughing. He patted me on the back as he made his way around me. "What the hell are you-" I began to say, but as I looked down, I saw what he had been talking about. My cock had gone from flaccid to almost completely rigid.
I used Pete's towel to cover up. I didn't even realize I had gotten hard. Had it been from that naked guy magazine? I headed for the shower, realizing now was not the time to have an identity crisis. I made my way to the shower. It hadn't filled up yet. Most of the guys in the class took a while to get undressed. I guess because they were insecure, but when you're a jock, your teammates' bodies aren't a big deal since you see them almost as much as you see your own.
I didn't have much to be insecure about anyway. Three years of year-round sports have given me a body most grown men would envy. And my uncut cock was nearly eight inches on a good day I was content. Considering he was famous for having a BBC, I was proud. Nearing the end of my junior year I had women swooning for me. And since I'd just gotten my license a few months early I had already taken a few of them down to Lovers Valley. Even if we hadn't done anything below the belt yet.
I managed to finish my shower in record time I dried off and chucked Pete's towel in the dryer. I got dressed in a rush and bolted out of the locker room and down the hall. As I turned the corner. I bowled over some kids. I managed to catch him. I began apologizing almost immediately.
"Oh man, I'm so sorry!" I said, hoping this random guy wasn't too pissed.
"It's alri-"
"I'm a total ass. I was just in a hurry!"
"I said it's fi-"
"You aren't hurt, are you?" I asked, not even realizing he was telling me he was fine.
"DUDE!" he yelled. " I'm alright, but can you do me a favor and put me down?" "Oh, I'm sorry..." I said, apologizing again. I hadn't realized was still firmly holding him from falling flat on his ass. I hoisted him to a standing position and casually brushed him off.
"Thanks," he said, before continuing on to wherever he was headed. I nodded and let him pass.
I looked at the clock and saw if I didn't hurry, I was gonna be late. I made it to the classroom and tried to calm myself to make it seem like I hadn't just sprinted down every hall wall to get there. I opened the door and stepped inside to face a row of eyes looking at me.
"Hey guys. How's it going?" I asked casually, taking my seat at the long table.
"Nice of you to finally show, Mr. President-Elect," said the girl at the other end. Her name was Veronica, and until about 2 weeks ago, we had been sitting at opposite ends of this table. I had just recently been elected student council president for our senior year. Veronica just knew was going to win. She had some notion that the most popular girl in school would easily win any sort of popularity contest she entered. What she forgot to factor in was that most people didn't actually like her, and she was beyond pissed when I beat her.
It was her own damn fault though. You can only be a bitch to people for so long before they get tired of you.
"I was at Phys ed. V. I'm sure you wouldn't want me in this tiny room with you, smelling like a pig." I responded back, picking up the papers and taking my seat at the head of the table.
"I'm sure it would be an improvement," she retorted.
"Alright, that's enough you two. You are both supposed to be examples to the rest of the school not sitting in here bickering like children," our student advisor Mr. Adams said.
"Fine." I had to resist the urge to say she started it.
"Alright, Connor can you read last week's minutes?" I asked, looking over the minutes I looked over at him as he read. He had really nice soft brown hair that kind of swept to the side. I watched his lips as he read and unconsciously licked mine. At this point, I had no idea what he was saying all I could think about was the pretty blue looking up at me as he su-
"JAMES!" I heard Veronica yelling at me. "WHAT IS IT!" I yelled back
"What the hell James, did you slip into a coma? Mr. Adams was just asking you if you came up with a date for the banquet."
Fuck, had I really just zoned out in the middle of a meeting, and fantasized about Connor? I shook my head in an attempt to clear it.
"Yeah uhm." I stammered trying to recall the date. "It will be the fourth; that's a few days before the graduation ceremony the senior members will be able to attend. We can reach out to the catering company when we get the final head count. Looks like the final vote came out to barbeque." I said confidently.
Veronica glared at me. I know she's just waiting for the moment I screw up so she can swoop in and take over. She won't be getting that chance on my watch.
We discussed a few more topics before I adjourned the meeting. I grabbed my bag and headed for the door but stopped when Mr. Adams called me to his desk.
"What's up?" I said sitting on the side of his desk, something I knew he hated but stopped saying anything about once he knew it wouldn't stop me.
"Are you alright? You seemed a bit out of it during the meeting."
I thought about what happened in the locker room, then again with Connor. I didn't know what it was, but I wasn't gonna start spilling it to Mr. Adams. He was a cool teacher, but I didn't think he would understand.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired, I guess. I'll be more focused next week." He gave me a strange look and nodded, "Alright see you next week."
I walked outside and looked up; the sky had turned gray. Looks like we were in store for some afternoon showers. Our meeting had gone a little later than usual, so I wasn't surprised to see the parking lot deserted.
I got in my car and drove out of the student parking lot. Thankfully the roads weren't backed up with buses. Just as I was about to turn onto the main road, I saw a guy sitting by the bus stop. I looked a little closer and saw it was the same one I nearly bowled over today in the hallway. I drove up to the bus stop, and he looked up and gave me a weird look but went back to staring at his phone.
"Hey, you need a ride?" I asked. I don't know why I was offering but, it was hot out and I know I would have hated to sit outside waiting for a bus in it.
"No, I'm taking the bus home." He said without even looking up at me.
"That bus isn't gonna be back for a few hours. and it looks like it's gonna storm soon."
He looked up at me. I could tell he was trying to decide. Finally, he grabbed his bag and made his way to my car. I smiled at him. He looked up at me. "What the hell are you smiling at" he said, and I could tell this would be a long ride if he was gonna be this grumpy the whole time.
"Uhm, nothing," I held out my hand " My name is-" "Yeah, I know who you are." He interrupted, "I doubt anyone at our school doesn't know you."
"I see" I waited for him to give his name, but he never did. "Well, I'm gonna need an address if I'm gonna take you home."
He gave me a funny look but told me his address. As we made our way to his house, I tried to make some small talk, but every time I was met with the same closed-off attitude. Eventually giving up, I turned on the radio and just listened to music till we got there.
I pulled up out front and turned the car off. "Well, we made it in record time, and just think if you had taken the bus you'd probably be drenched by now." The sound of rain began softly patting outside the car.
"Alright what is it you want?" He asked, turning to me for the first time since he got in the car. "What are you talking about?"
"Do you need me to suck your cock, lick your balls, let you fuck me, what is it?"
"Wow, slow down there dude. I don't want any of that. Not even sure where that came from!" I was stunned. Did he really think I offered him a ride home to proposition him for sex?
"Yeah right. You and those other meat-head jocks are always talking about how much pussy you get, then behind closed doors you want to fuck guys like me. I know you call guys like me faggot then turn around and try and get a piece"
I was confused. Were other guys on my team doing this sort of thing, picking up guys they knew were gay, and having sex with them?
"Listen if you aren't trying to fuck me, I'm going home." He started getting out of the car.
"Wait!" I said yelled grabbing his arm.
"See, I knew you wanted to fuck me. All you jock dudes do" he said shaking his head. "No, it's not that. I just have to know are there guys that have been doing this" He gave me another weird look. He sighed and reluctantly motioned up to his house. Before I could say anything, he hopped out slamming the door behind him.
I don't know why I got out of the car and followed him up the long driveway. I hadn't parked that close and was beginning to regret it as we made our way to the front door not quite wet. His house was pretty big. It was one of those old ranch houses. I could tell it needed some repair in some places but seemed in pretty good shape.
As we walked inside, the strong smell of vinegar immediately smacked me in the nose. I tried not to make a face as we walked down a hallway and into, from what I could tell, a basement.
"My mom uses vinegar to mop the hardwood." he explained. I was going to ask why, but the reason didn't really seem important when I realized, it wasn't a basement I was walking into, it was his room. It seemed the entire downstairs had been converted into his own personal suite.
"Nice pad, man." I looked around quite astonished. My room was pretty big, and even had its own bathroom, but this place made my room look childish by comparison. He flopped on the bed, started taking his socks and shoes off, and threw them into a pile on the floor.
"Woah, dude-" I began to say.
"Chill out. I'm just getting comfortable. I can't take my own socks and shoes off in my house?"
"Uhh yeah sure. Sorry, I just wanted to make sure you knew I wasn't here for sex."
"So you keep saying," he said as he rolled over on his back to grab his laptop. I couldn't help but notice his ass as he did. It looked really hot in those tight jeans. I shook my head. I was doing it again, looking at guys and getting turned on by them.
"Here, I got something to show ya about your jock buddies" he motioned me over to the bed.
As he started opening some files, I couldn't help but notice how close we were. I could feel the heat coming off him and my body was beginning to react to it. He opened a video and started playing it. The sound of familiar voices pulled me out of my thoughts. I watched as two figures appeared. I couldn't tell what they were saying, but the voice of the larger shape was definitely familiar. As they came into focus, I almost shit myself. I had to lean in close to make sure I wasn't seeing things. It was Big Pete! I couldn't believe it.
I leaned in closer trying to hear what they were talking about. I couldn't hear too well, but when I saw Pete start taking his clothes off, I didn't need to. The two of them fell on the bed together. I watched as the super straight macho Pete, who only hours ago I found out liked to jerk off to naked guys, and from what I could see in this video getting his cock sucked by this dark-haired twink.
I didn't want to keep watching. I felt like I was spying. I had known Pete for years and had seen him naked and aroused plenty of times. That sort of thing was bound to happen from time to time, but this was different. I was watching my friend get pleasured by a guy. A guy that I had just met. Yet all that didn't seem to be enough to pry my eyes away from the screen. Pete definitely seemed to be enjoying himself, and my cock was definitely enjoying the show. And I unconsciously began rubbing it.
I kept watching as the scene on screen began to change. Pete threw the guy off him and climbed on his back and shove his cock up his ass. Although I couldn't hear the words they were saying before. I could definitely hear Pete's grunts and moans. I was now slowly rubbing my cock through the fabric of my shorts.
I was so entranced by the video I didn't even notice. By then I was rock hard, and it was quite clearly visible. I watched as my friend, pumped his cock in and out of this guy's ass. I could hear him moan as Pete's cock filled him up.
I began to wonder if my cock would make him make those sounds. I heard Pete grunt again. It was guttural and lust filled. This time I distinctly heard "AHH FUCK ME FILL MY HOLE." Had he just cum in that dude's ass, better yet, had that dude encouraged him to cum in his ass? I was so hot right now, my cock felt like it would blow like a 4th of July rocket. The video ended with the two of them panting on his bed. Pete got up and left a few minutes later, and the guy walked up to the camera his flaccid cock swinging with each step, as he got closer, I could clearly see the remnants of a load plastered all over his cock and stomach.
I looked over at him. "Was that really my buddy Pete?" I asked. Although I knew for certain I wanted to hear him say it.
"I never got his name. But he said I was the best lips he ever had wrapped around his cock. Several of your friends said similar shit. I have videos of them too if you want to see." He smiled at me. It had been the first time he made any expression beyond the bored or aggravated one I had been getting, but this one I could tell wasn't genuine. He was mocking me, and rightly so. I had just been given information that was turning my whole world upside down. I was so confused and horny, and a bit angry that my friends never told me. but at the moment I just needed to get off in the worst way.
As if by reading my mind again. I felt a hand wrap around my cock. I looked over at him. He grinned.
"I know what you said, but you really look like you could use a hand." He stroked me through my shorts using his other hand to guide me down to the bed so that I lay on it with only my feet still dangling off.
I felt him tug on my zipper, the cool air feeling amazing on my now-exposed junk. I forgot in my haste out of the shower I didn't even put underwear on.
I stopped to think for a second. Is this really what I want, am I really about to let some stranger go down on me?
*************************************************************** "James. James, JAMES!"
I jumped. Someone had been yelling my name. "Huh, what?" I stammered waking from my stupor
"You dozed off again. Are you alright, dude? You've been acting weird these last few days." Croft looked over at me. I could tell he was worried since he wasn't his usual asshole self.
"I'm fine. I just haven't been getting much sleep lately." I replied, grabbing my bag. I was grateful he decided to wake me up before the bell rang this time. I doubt I would survive more verbal abuse from Ms. Valdez for falling asleep in her class again. But I was finding it hard to work up the energy to conjugate verbs today.
"Oh, I see." He said as if he had been working out some puzzle in his head. "What's her name?"
"What?" I asked, maybe I was still a little too tired to get the point he was trying to make.
"Come on, man. Not getting enough sleep is just another way of saying you're getting pussy. So, spill, what's her name?"
"Dude, It's not like that. I've got a lot on my plate. Speaking of which, I've got a student council meeting to go to. And I can't be late again. Mind reminding coach I'll be late so that he won't chew my head off?"
"Dude, it's Coach! He'd chew your head off if you were on time even if the season wasn't over. You know how serious he is about conditioning. " He patted my back reassuringly. "I'll tell him to go easy on ya!" he shouted as he jogged down the hall.
I shook my head. Either way, I knew I was in for an earful later. I stepped into the classroom, thankful I wasn't the last to arrive this time. Veronica and Mr. Adams were already in the room; it was pretty typical for her to beat me here.
Veronica turned around and glared at me like I was some vermin she needed to exterminate.
"Look who finally decided to show up," she whispered probably so Mr. Adams wouldn't hear, odd, since she wasn't known for being subtle.
I just rolled my eyes. I didn't have the energy to get into it with her today. She could sense weakness, though, and I had to stifle a yawn and hope she didn't hear. Her eyes locked on me. Damnit, I've been caught.
"Aww. Are you tired James?" she purred. She almost sounded innocent... almost.
"Don't you worry about me. I'm fine," I retorted, putting on my best poker face to prove it.
She didn't look convinced and turned around and kept writing the agenda for the meeting. Now and then she'd turn around and glance at me. I could tell she knew something was up. Veronica was like a shark sniffing blood.
I sat there waiting for the others to file into the room. It didn't take long before the meeting was well underway. I was able to drown out most of it since we'd only been talking about a budget today, and that was the treasurer's forte.
I wouldn't have to do much as president till the beginning of next year anyway. Our own goal this year was to finish planning the Senior's graduation banquet. And most of my work on that front was already done.
I kept thinking about last weekend. I spent quite a while at that guy's house. I don't know how long I was there, but it was dark when I left. I could still feel his tongue on my cock. A few times during the meeting, I even had to adjust myself.
Something still bothered me about it, though. I never saw myself as gay or anything before. But I enjoyed everything we did, that's for sure. And all that stuff about the other guys on the team doing it too. I couldn't wrap my head around it. I mean, I saw the proof with big Pete, but I couldn't imagine Croft or any of the others.
It was all a lot to take in; I felt kinda bad when I left, I didn't even thank him or anything. I ended up leaving without saying a word, even when he asked to see me again, I just made an awkward shrug and ran for the door.
At least I'd be able to get my shit together at practice. I adjourned the meeting without another incident with Veronica and made my way down to the locker room. It was empty as usual, and the locker room jock scent hadn't set in yet. At least not as thick. It smelled quite clean; the soccer season had just ended, so they had wiped this place down. Football hadn't actually started yet, but Coach liked us to condition train over the summer. Didn't want us getting lazy in our off time.
I changed into my practice gear. I was grateful our actual uniforms wouldn't be here for a few more weeks. I would have died from the heat long before the real season even started.
I made my way out of the locker room past Big Pete's locker, and I remembered that magazine I found hidden in there. I wondered if it was still there. Shaking my head, I made my way to the field. Now was not the time for snooping. The team was probably still waiting for me.
As I expected, as soon as I stepped on the field, I heard Coach's voice yell my name. I jogged over to join the rest of the guys. Standing next to Croft, and next to him, none other than Big Pete.
"Alright, ladies, now that Princess James has decided to grace us with her presence let's get started. But first I wanna introduce ya' to our new manager. Try not to scare this one off, will ya? His name is Kyle, he's gonna be a sophomore next year and this is his first year as a manager."
He pushed a lanky dark-haired kid forward, and I had to stop myself from fainting. It was the kid from last week. The universe was playing some sick joke on me. Why was he here?
"I don't want any funny business ya hear me" Coach's gruff voice pulled me from my panic.
"Alright let's get to work ladies, championships don't win themselves. Let's move!" The team dispersed. I guess Coach already went over where everyone was supposed to go. I watched the team go and marched up to Kyle.
"Dude! What are you doing here?" I whispered, making sure no one noticed us talking. Most were too busy getting yelled at by the assistant coaches even to care.
"I'm gonna be the new manager, didn't you hear." He said, grinning at me. His tone was innocent enough, but I knew better
"Not what I meant. Why are you here?" I asked, probably a bit more forcefully than I intended.
"Chill dude," he looked around the field. "My mom said I needed to get out of the house and get involved. I figured it's a perfect gig. I get to watch all you hot boys run. And if one of you guys needs a bit of...relief, then I'm right here." He looked up at me, lifting his shirt to show his flat, hairless stomach.
What was with this guy? First, he was almost angry at the idea that a jock wanted to get with him now, he seemed to be tossing himself into the lion's den.
"I also came to an epiphany after you left. If I can control the jocks of this school by offering them what they want, then these next few years will be a total cakewalk."
"Dude not here. I'm sure none of the other guys would risk getting caught doing anything with you, not here."
He shrugged. "We'll see about that. How was last week, by the way? You ran out of my place so fast I never got the chance to ask. If I remember correctly, you moaned pretty loudly and gave me three- no wait four nice big loads. I can still taste em." He licked his lips. I could still feel those lips wrapped around my cock. I had to shake myself out of it, now was not the time for those kinds of thoughts.
I glared at him. "It's not happening again, so forget about it." I turned to walk away, and hopefully, hide the growing erection I hoped wouldn't show through my shorts. Luckily my jock kept it all somewhat in place.
I shook my head and made my way over to practice with the others. I was able to make it about an hour before. I scanned the sidelines, looking for him. He didn't appear to be anywhere on the field.
"Dammit, where did that little prick go?" , All of a sudden Coach's voice comes booming across the field.
"Where in the hell are Peters and Croft?" I was beginning to wonder that myself. A freshman besides me yelled out. They said they were helping the new manager bring back water. Coach grumbled but accepted that. I figure he was glad the big bad jocks weren't bullying the new kid. I knew something was off, though. I knew Coach would have my ass for this, but I had to know what they were doing.
"I gotta drop the kids off at the pool coach," I yelled holding my stomach.
"You are gonna lead me to an early grave James!" he yelled back but waved his hand giving me the go-ahead.
Part of me hoped I was wrong, and they were, in fact, getting water. The water fountains are only a short walk from the locker room, but since they weren't down there, I decided to head down into the locker room.
I pried open the heavy wooden door, easing it closed just in case they were in there. I could hear noises, but I couldn't make out exactly what they were saying. I inched further into the room. I was able to make out that there was more than one person.
I peeked around the corner and nearly died on the spot. There before me in flesh and blood were my two friends naked except for the socks and sneakers, with Kyle bent over a bench between them.
I couldn't believe it. I'd seen Croft naked plenty of times, and Big Pete was the team's biggest show-off. But seeing their hard cocks piston out of this skinny kid's ass and mouth is beyond anything I'd ever imagine.
Croft was dark, almost midnight. And looked like he was carved from stone with a rock-hard cock to match. It was definitely pushing 10 inches from what I could see. He told me he would often lay out on his family's yacht. He would always invite me, but I'd always decline. I was now sorely regretting that decision. I could make out that steel rod of his pumping in and out of Kyle's mouth, the same mouth that only a few days ago had been wrapped around my own now swollen cock.
"Ahh fuck Petey, this kid's mouth is just as good as I remember it. Is his ass just as tight? "I heard Croft say. His voice sounded different. Deeper, huskier, the sound of it made the blood pound in my ears.
Big Pete was almost the textbook definition of a cornfed farm boy. He was easily the tallest guy on the team at 6'5. But like Croft even Pete's muscles had muscles. I don't know what sort of grade-A prime meat they fed him on his family ranch but whatever it was it definitely worked.
Pete's giant frame dwarfed Kyles. I wondered how the kid was even handling these two prime jock specimens.
"Yeah, it is, feels even tighter than I remember. Tighter than yours is anyway." Pete replied
"Fuck you, and maybe if that dick of yours weren't so big, it wouldn't stretch me out," Croft said, picking up speed.
At that moment, I thought my world would shatter. Not only were my two closest friends fucking some random gay kid but each other as well. I didn't know how to process that. But a part of me felt jealous about why had they never included me. There was no guarantee I would have said yes, but I was never even asked. A seemingly irrational thought among many that clouded my brain as I watched the trio.
I peeked around the corner again. I could see the sheen of sweat on each of their bodies. The way their muscles seemed to roll with each thrust. They moved with the power of an athlete. That's for sure. It was almost mesmerizing the way they thrust in and out of him.
I watched as Big Pete's muscular ass clenched and unclenched as he fucked Kyle senseless. I was impressed by his ability to take Pete's monster cock. His cock was rock hard and bobbed to Pete's thrust between his legs. The sheen of precum was visible even from this distance as Kyle leaked over the bench.
Big Pete started pulling all the way out before slamming his cock back in. It seemed even bigger than I remember. Kyle was enjoying the assault on his ass and mouth by my jock buddies. I rubbed my crotch subconsciously. I had gone from slightly swollen to steel-hard in seconds.
"Dude I'm gonna fill this fucker up." Croft moaned as he picked up speed, face fucking Kyle faster than I had ever seen. At this point, his hips were a blur.
Meanwhile, Pete's moans became animalistic grunts, and I could tell he was getting close too. It was only a matter of time before they coated Kyle's insides with their hot cum. I was so hard I thought my cock would explode on the slightest contact. My jock was definitely soaked in precum. I didn't dare jack off anymore and possibly alert them to my presence.
"Aww fuck. I'm cumming Petey!" Croft yelled and thrust violently into Kyle's mouth and froze the only movement was the convulsion of his balls and trembling legs.
"Aggghh take my cum fucker!" Big Pete let loose a howl that made me seriously wonder if that boy was part animal. Kyle let out a gurgled moan as swallowed Croft's load. I could see his load even from here running down his cheeks.
Petey and Croft seemed to revel in their mutual climax for a moment. The entire locker room was filled with the scent of their activities. Our locker room always had a musky aroma since our laundry room was directly adjacent and most of the uniforms are typically discarded in a bin just outside its door.
They pulled out of their respective holes and helped Kyle. I could see Pete's load drip down Kyle's leg, and I licked my lips without even thinking.
"Damn boys, you get wilder and wilder every time. Now would you mind helping me finish off." He asked gesturing to his raging cock.
"Sure thing," Croft said grinning he got down on his knees in front of Kyle massaged his balls and tilted his cock towards his mouth. I looked down at my stiff prick which was no use hiding anymore since there was now a very prominent wet spot across the front.
I watched as my best friend took Kyle's cock in his mouth, and deepthroated it. I had been friends with Croft since we were little. And it never even crossed my mind that he might like dudes. Hell, I wasn't even sure I liked dudes. I could hear Kyle moaning. It sounded almost girlish.
"Uh uh uh. I'm gonna cum" I peeked back around the corner just in time to see Croft swallow Kyle's load. Kyle convulsed holding on to Croft's head as he unloaded in his mouth. Kyle eased his cock out of his mouth and grinned at them both.
Croft wiped the excess cum off his mouth and stood up, patted Kyle on the back, and was about to pull up his shorts when the one voice in the entire world I wouldn't have wanted to hear bellowed from behind me.
"Ladies! What do we have here?"
Thank you for taking the time to read this story. I hope you enjoyed it. This is a rewrite of a story I wrote a few years ago. I updated it and made some changes to help it flow better.
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