Senior Week

Senior Week Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

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Senior Week

by Bill Drake

"I can't believe this shit," Ryan Murray said as we laid our towel out on the sand. It was a beautifully warm sunny day and already the beach was filling up by 10:30. Ryan was our star attacker on the team, the shortest guy among us at 5'8" but built solid with about 175 pounds of lean muscle on his frame. He was also the resident loudmouth of the bunch.

Jake was having none of it. "Dude, your mom was leading the brigade to kill Senior Week altogether." We all got along pretty well but sometimes Jake Feldman and Ryan butted heads. This was one of those times. "If it wasn't for Coach Tover, we'd be sitting at home right now."

"You got that right," CJ Townsend, a blond midfielder, chimed in. "Say, Greg, You have to suck Coach's dick to get him to volunteer?" he teased me.

"Hey knock that shit off, asshole," our goalie Mike Betts said, giving CJ a light slap to the arm. Betts was bigger than all of us, almost 215 pounds of stud, and no one messed with him. He had looked out for me ever since I came out. I guess I didn't mind the teasing, since I think some of the guys just liked to talk crudely about sex, but it was cool to have a teammate that had my back.

"Sorry Greg," CJ said earnestly, then turning to the others. "All I know is someone gave Coach T some incredible head to get him to do this."

"Probably Feldman's mom," Kevin Meehan said.

"You fucker," Jake growled, but even he laughed at the joke.

Matt Tover was the team's assistant coach and one of the history teachers at our prep school. He was a hard guy not to like... young still at about 30 years old, Tover talked and acted like a grown-up lacrosse jock, and without any power trip attitude coaches sometimes got. The guy simply loved the game. Loved playing it, loved watching it, and loved coaching it.

Senior week was a big deal and an established tradition at St. Michael's Prep. It wasn't just the jocks either, as seemingly half the school descended on the Shore town the same week June and turned the place into a party zone. A different party at a different house each night. Drinking, pot, lot of sex, letting loose. For us lacrosse guys, it was a way of celebrating. Coach J and Coach T had a deal that they would chip in for the house rental for the team seniors if we made championships. We always did.

Only the guys last year fucked it up. Extensive damage to the house deck, the cops were called, and some of the guys were charged.

Us rising seniors knew we had to be worried, and we were right. Our parents talked and decided that Senior Week wasn't such a good idea. Each of us tried to talk to them, and my parents actually weren't all that concerned for me. They trusted me - I was what they considered a good kid. I did well in school and had gotten into an Ivy League school. And being gay helped in this case. They probably figured I could only get into so much trouble with a bunch of jocks.

But the more we tried to persuade our parents, the more they dug their heels in. I thought Senior Week was not to going to happen.

Thankfully, Coach T stepped up, talked to the parents of all the seniors and said he'd personally chaperone us. Stay in our house, set up rules, and make sure we stayed out of trouble. That's how much a stand-up guy he was. I think he felt like the coaches had promised us senior week and he wanted to come through on that promise.

Coach had driven down before us and picked up the keys. When we got there he laid down the rules. 1) We had to relinquish our car keys for the week. If we needed groceries or something, he would run and get them. 2) No visitors to the house, period. 3) 10PM curfew. We could party around the house after then, but no staying out. 4) We could drink or smoke pot but if we got real fucked up that would be the end of our week. Coach even bought our beer for the week, but we couldn't take it out of the house. Another rule.

We each had to agree out loud. Only eight of us were able to convince our parents to come, even with a chaperone, but it would be a pretty full house, two of us each in a bedroom, and Coach getting his own.

I thought Coach's ground rules were a pretty reasonable compromise, but of course Adam and CJ bitched the whole time our first day and night. Particularly when we ended up at Matt Mullins' parents' house for a party. It was a blast. The guys and I were getting a buzz, and I was thankful that Senior Week was happening. Only curfew came sooner than we expected, just as the party was picking up. It was kind of a bummer.

About quarter of ten, the guys gathered outside, but we realized Meehan and Trainor were still in the party. Betts got in his alpha mode. "Those guys are NOT fucking this up for the rest of us." And like that he charged back in.

Even Ryan realized that breaking curfew would have been a dumb idea. "Come on, guys," he said as the remaining players emerged a few minutes later. "Hurry up."

We were all a little down when we got back. We popped open some beers, just as Tover came down the stairs and popped his head in the kitchen. "Having fun, gentlemen?" he asked in a tone that managed to be both friendly and stern. I honestly felt sorry for the guy. He had eight rowdy jocks to look out for this week and I'm sure he had more exciting ways to spend a summer week.

"Yeah, Coach," Mason Huntley piped up. "We're doing good." Huntley was a fellow defender, and we were evenly matched in size at 6'2" 195 pounds. Mason's an unbelievably good-looking guy, with light brown hair and a bright smile. Truth be told, I had a major crush on the guy, though I would never admit it to anyone.

Coach T nodded as if he wanted to be one of the guys rather than the dude giving us a lecture. "All right, have fun, as late as you like. Just keep it quiet after 11:30. OK, guys?"

We agreed and like that Coach T was going back up to his room and leaving us to drink and hang out, in the kitchen and living area.

Though we hadn't planned it this way, the seniors on the team naturally split up in two groups. Huntley, Feldman, Colin Trainor, and Kevin Meehan were tight. They were all incredible players bound for top lacrosse programs... Maryland, Cornell, Penn State. They even had developed a similar sense of humor, with in-jokes that the rest of us didn't follow.

Then there were the other guys. Betts and Murray were best friends, and Townsend was Murray's childhood friend. I kind of fell in with the three by default. They liked to party, and I enjoyed spending senior year getting out of my shell a little bit. True, Ryan and CJ could sometimes be assholes about the gay thing, but they didn't treat me any worse when it came down to it. Oddly enough they didn't give a shit about popularity or having the right friends. They were jocks and didn't feel the need to impress people. I found that more refreshing than anything.

The Four Musketeers as I called us were now in the living room, getting high and giggling uncontrollably.

"Shhh, be quiet guys," Colin had popped his head into the living room. Not in a mean way, just exasperated.

"Yeah, Coach is probably trying to sleep," I said.

"Fuck Coach," Ryan said, and like that we were laughing again. Colin shook his head and stepped back to join the others out on the deck. I don't know why we found it funny.

"Mrs. Feldman already has the honors," Mike cracked.

More laughter.

"Dude," CJ said, after taking a toke, "Coach can do WAY better than Mrs. Feldman."

Ryan took the joint. "What... you a MILF connoisseur now, Ceej?"

CJ blushed but he turned to us in a conspiratorial look. "Any of you ever bone a cougar?" He remembered me and added, "Sorry Greg."

"Come on, guys," I moaned, "You gonna be walking on egg shells around me all fucking week?"

Ryan replied to CJ's question. "Nope. College girls are as old as I've gone."

Mike took the joint and got a grin. "I can't say who, but yeah..."

"You dog," CJ said. "How was she?"

"Wild, man," Mike said. "Almost freaky. I'd definitely do it again."

"With her or with a cougar in general?" Ryan asked, definitely intrigued.

"Either, man."

CJ turned to me. "All right, Nelson, what about you? What's the dude equivalent of a cougar anyway?"

"I dunno," I said. "A 'daddy', I guess."

"Shit," Ryan said. "For real?"

I laughed. It seemed funny to me as stoned as I was. "Yep. For real."

"You ever bone a daddy, Nelson?" Mike asked.

I wasn't a virgin. I'd had sex with a couple of the gay guys at school, including dating Jason Roswell for a few months last year. After that I found a couple more one-time hookups online, both in their 20s. But one experience came to mind.

"Not bone exactly. But when I was on my campus visit at Dartmouth, I stopped in the student center restroom, and there was a guy in the stall next to mine."

I thought the guys would be turned off by the story, but they urged me to tell more.

"Well, he tapped his foot and I kind of did the same and before I knew it he was coming into my stall and going down on me. Middle-aged guy, suit and tie, kind of looked like an administrator."

"Jesus," CJ exclaimed. "You gay dudes have it easy. Just tap your foot and like that you're getting head?"

"Pretty much," I smirked. "He was real fucking good at it too. Definitely experienced."

"And here I though you just went after the drama club dudes," Ryan quipped, referring to Jason.

"In case you haven't noticed my dating pool isn't exactly large," I grunted.

"OK," Ryan laughed. "But Jason FUCKING Roswell. He's got to be the most annoying guy in school." I think he saw he was pissing me off, because he added. "Look... you're better off having some 'daddy' take care of you right, is all I'm saying. You're a good dude, Nelson, and you deserve someone better."

Maybe our conversation had run its course but during the lull we could tell things were silent.

"I think the others have gone to bed," Mike said. He and I would be rooming, Ryan and CJ.

CJ got up and went to check. When he came back he said. "Yep, no one's out there on the deck. I'm probably gonna crash too."

"Yeah, me, too, bro," Mike added, stretching his beefy body so his T-shirt rode up over his hairy belly. It was partly the booze and the pot but I really was turned on by Betts's big bod at that moment. I'd have to keep my lust in check this week.

Mike stood and looked at us. "What about you, guys?"

"I'm not ready yet," Ryan said. "I think I need another beer, Wanna join me, Greg?"

I did. Pretty soon we had freshly opened cold beers and sat out in the quiet darkness of the summer night on the deck, hearing the ocean in the distance and feeling the cool breeze.

We talked a little, about nothing much. I liked Ryan much better when he wasn't trying to impress a group.

"Sorry if I was an asshole earlier, Greg," Ryan finally said.

"You should lay off some times," I said, "but bro, I'm not as uptight as you guys think. I mean, I don't want it to be this thing where you don't tease me because you're afraid you'll say the wrong thing or offend me. You tease each other, and I guess I just want to be one of the guys."

I couldn't see his face well in the dark, but I could tell his was mulling what I was saying.

"I got a question for you, Greg," he said quietly. "And it's not a joke.... why don't you ever make a play for one of us?"

"For starters, you guys are straight. And besides, you're my friends, my teammates." It was an honest answer to a weird question. "Why do you ask, dude?"

"Maybe you don't go for any of us, but if you ever offered a blowjob I know I wouldn't turn it down."

This was the last thing I expected our cocky star attacker to say. "Jesus, Ryan," I said.

"You better not even mention this conversation to the other guys." His tone grew instantly defensive.

"I won't," I said. "Christ." Then shifting my tone, I had to ask. "So... if I offered you a blowjob... would I get one in return?"

Ryan took a sip of his beer. I could hear the sound, which seemed to be inordinately loud given the silence between us. "If that's what it took to get some head, then, yeah, bud. I would."

"Your word..." I prompted. Fuck, against my better judgment, this was going to happen.

"Promise, dude."

And like that Murray set down his beer and stood up, taking down his shorts. I got down in position to blow him. I was surprised by how hard he was. Ryan's dick isn't that large, maybe just a half inch shorter than average, but it was iron rigid and almost straight in its erection. The dude was horny.

I wetted his cock down and then took him in my mouth. Ryan's dick was a perfect suck-me size and I gave him a grade-A blow job. Lots of deep throat and swallowing to the root, then some shallow strokes. Just a little suction, some tongue work. He was getting excited and I could hear his breaths above me, getting heavier. "Fuck," he whispered.

I grabbed on to his asscheeks. Murray has an amazing ass. Perfectly round and hard with muscle. I held on as I brought him off with my mouth. He grunted above me and I tasted his bitter-salty seed.

It was great, but I didn't want to let him off the hook. I stood up and pulled my shorts down. Fortunately, Ryan doesn't back out of an agreement. He got down and started licking and sucking on me. He wasn't very good, but it was hot seeing this star attacker on my dick. I let him nurse the first couple inches and reached down and stroked the remaining part of my dick. I'm uncut so the movement of my foreskin, combined with the soft sensations of Ryan's tongue, got me off. I gave a soft warning. "Ry," I hissed and I shot my wad into this mouth.

He didn't spit it out, but he clearly didn't like the flavor or the idea of my cum. Quickly he grabbed his beer to wash the taste away.

"You better not say a word about this," he warned.

"Of course not," I said. "I promise, man."

There wasn't really anything more to talk about. Ryan and I entered the house once more and tossed our empty cans in the bin. His room was on the first floor and I went upstairs to mine.

As I got to the top of the stairs though, I saw the door to coach's room open and out stepped Mason Huntley. I couldn't see too well in the light but he was half-naked and his body was covered in a sheen of sweat. He hurriedly rushed across the hall to his room where he quietly opened the door to slip back inside.

Well, fuck me, I thought. Mason and Coach. I was drunk and stoned and way tired, so I'd have to figure out what this all meant tomorrow.

Betts was snoring away when I got to my room. I stripped down to my briefs and got in bed. My roommate was still sleeping, still snoring from his side of the bed, as I conked out to sleep myself.

**

I slept in the next morning, pretty late. Betts's side of the bed was empty, so I felt less self-conscious as I stepped out of bed with a throbbing piece of morning wood. You'd have thought getting off the previous night would have helped but I was 18 and perpetually horny. I reached down and gave the base of my bone a little squeeze to try to get it to soften a bit then slipped on some shorts over my briefs.

As I walked through the house I realized I was the only there. Bedroom doors open, dead quiet. I stopped in the bathroom for a piss and to pop a Tylenol for the slight headache I head. We'd gone at the partying pretty hard the previous night and while that's what Senior Week was about, I'd probably have to take it easier that night. I brushed my teeth to get rid of the dry, stale beer taste in my mouth, and splashed some water on my face. I took a second to examine my body in the mirror. My time at the gym had paid off and I was finally getting proud of of my physique. Muscular yet toned. "Ryan Murray's lucky to suck your cock, dude," I said aloud to my reflection and laughed.

Yeah, a lot had happened last night. Sucking Ryan's dick. Ryan sucking mine. Then bumping into Mason coming out of Coach's room. I wasn't sure what Mason's deal was, but I felt an intense wave of jealousy thinking about him and Coach.

I made my way to the kitchen where I found the makings for coffee. I'd been drinking coffee for a couple of years, but most of the guys didn't. As I fiddled with the filters, I heard a voice behind me.

"Make some for me, too, won't ya, Greg?"

Tover was standing there, having stepped in from a run. He wore some running shorts and shoes but otherwise was bared in full sweaty glory for my gaze. I knew Coach T was a hot dude, but at that moment he looked like a fucking masculine god. Sculpted muscle from shoulders and pecs down to his strong hairy thighs. His abs were tight, too, not like a teenagers but rippled and without any padding. Coach took great care of himself.

"Sure, Coach," I said. "Good run?"

"Getting hot out there," he said, still catching his breath. "But yeah. Nothing like running at the Shore. Flat road, sea air..."

"I probably should get some exercise, too," I said. I had a hard time not staring at the rivers of clear sweat running down his chest, or his dark pink nipples showing in the matted down soft fur.

He shrugged. "If you like, but don't let me guilt you. I'm gonna rinse off and then get that cup of coffee."

"Sure thing."

I was silently grateful when Tover came back, showered and still bare-chested, wearing only a pair of shorts. I didn't know exactly what he and Mason had done last night, but I couldn't blame my teammate for making a move on Coach. I handed him his mug of coffee.

"You're the best, Nelson," he said. He took a sip. "You're not down at the beach with the others?"

I leaned against the counter, equally bare-chested, though my own body was mostly smooth and leaner than Coach's. "I slept in. Stayed up pretty late last night."

He smirked. One of those "I remember what that's like," kind of smirks. Tover didn't seem that old and I'm sure he had fun still, but yeah, I guess when you're 18 things are different. More carefree.

We shot the breeze for a little bit as we had our coffee. It was cool spending one-on-one time with Coach, since that didn't often happen. Part of me just enjoyed the guy time with him. The other part of me thought, fuck it, I've graduated, what do I have to lose?

"So, I saw Mason walking out of your room last night." The color practically drained from his face, and I felt bad all of a sudden. I wanted to put him at ease. "It's OK, Coach, I'm not gonna say anything to anyone. Honest." Then, "I only bring it up because I was a little jealous."

The man took a deep sigh. "Just promise me you won't say anything to Mason. Or say anything about Mason to the other guys. He's working through some stuff."

"Promise, Coach. I swear..."

He relaxed a little, and I was pissed off at myself for killing the easygoing vibe Tover always had. I had to laugh inwardly though: maybe Matt Tover had interests other than lacrosse.

He seemed to be looking at me more intently, almost appraisingly. I was feeling proud of my young built athlete's body. Not Tover-level of hotness, but as he looked me up and down, I felt good. My dick sure was starting to chub in my shorts, too.

"You've really put on some muscle the last year, Nelson," he said softly, a glint of naughtiness in his eyes.

"Yes, sir," I said. Then, taking a chance... "You like it?"

He nodded, biting his lip. He knew he shouldn't be flirting with a player like this, even if I'd graduated. Christ, he was chaperoning the group of us.

"I like your body, too, Coach. A lot." The words hung heavy as I said them. I'd had some sexual experience, but hitting on Tover was like twelve leagues above my dating experience with Jason Roswell.

"Fuck, I must be insane," he said with a grin.

I didn't want to put Coach in a compromised position, but the very idea he was into me made my horniness win out. I felt a foolhardy confidence I still am not sure how I got. I pushed down my shorts and briefs and bared my body for Tover. My dick wasn't erect but it was firming up, swinging out lewdly.

"We need to do this in my room," was all he said. "In case anyone comes back."

I nodded and picked up my shorts, walking bare assed toward Coach's room. He was two steps behind me and as we neared the door, his hand reached out and grabbed my ass. "You're a hot fucker, Nelson. You're gonna have a blast in college."

"I hope so," I said and after he shut the door, we turned and faced either other. Excitedly, Coach undid his shorts and took them off. Like that I saw the man had a magnificent dick. Thick without being overly fat, a hair above average in length, cut, perfectly proportioned.

He stepped up to me and we kissed. I still didn't know if Tover was gay or bi or what, but he certainly was an experienced kisser and had no hesitation about kissing another guy. It was sexual and almost romantic at the same time.

Our hard dicks pressed against one another and our hands roamed over each other's body, me getting off on Tover's older, stronger muscle, him enjoying my smoothness. After a minute he reached down and cupped my crotch.

"You got a nice cock, Nelson," he muttered. "Can't believe you've not found a dude to take care of it," he smirked. The coaches knew I was gay and it was cool to have Tover tease me playfully like this.

My dick throbbed in his touch. "I still enjoy playing the field, Coach," I said playfully in reply. "You know us horny jocks."

"Yeah, I do," he growled and like that Matt Tover was crouching down and going down on me.

"Holy fuck..." I hissed. Coach was good at this. I was starting to up the odds of him being outright gay. He knew not to rush it, but his warm mouth felt velvety soft as it nursed and caressed my teen bone. On top of which I got the view looking down on this authority figure on his knees blowing me. His soft brown hair in my fingers, his strong shoulders mostly still but moving in time ever so slightly with his oral action.

After a couple of minutes, I felt like I was gonna cum soon. "Coach..." I grunted.

He pulled off, running his fingers along my balls and the base of my prick, not enough to trigger me. "OK with us taking our time, Nelson?"

"Oh yeah," I grunted and the man stood up and met me in a deep kiss before sitting down on the bed, his erection sticking up.

He looked up at me. "So... on the level, Greg... you have experience at this?"

I nodded, fisting my cock to keep my horniness primed. "I'm still learning Coach," I said, "but I've tried it all."

Tover smiled and leaned back on the bed. I watched excitedly as he lifted his legs and spread those thick thighs of his. His crack was filled with his soft brown fur and as his buns parted.

"You don't gotta, Nelson, but I'd love a rim job."

My head felt hot from the rush of lust. I knelt down by the bed and held the back of the man's thighs. God, that ass was beautiful. I could see the soft pink pucker, crinkled with puffy folds. I knew immediately then that Mason had fucked Coach T, and the idea excited the hell out of me.

I leaned forward and licked.

"Oh yeah," Tover hissed. I pictured him in this very position with my teammate last night. The idea was incredible. I worked my tongue around his ring and pushed in. Coach's hole didn't give much resistance. The man sure liked to be rim and he urged me to work his ass with my mouth. I'd rimmed Jason but this felt different somehow, more primal. Particularly as Tover's hands gripped the side of my head, pulling me in deep. I went with it, spearing his coach hole repeatedly.

Finally I couldn't take any more. I pulled free, catching my breath and wiping the spit from my mouth. "I gotta fuck you, Coach."

Maybe Tover was expecting that, because the man just leaned back and reached for some lube. His outstretched body was incredible and I kissed up along the toned muscle as I got up on the bed with him.

Our lips connected as I took the lube from him. "How you like it, Coach," I moaned. "Fast or slow?"

I could feel his cock grow harder next to mine. "Slow at first, Nelson.... then do whatever's gonna get you off."

"Aye aye Coach," I grinned and flipped the cap of the lube. The heat of my cock almost liquified it and Tover's asshole was no cooler. His pucker practically sucked my fingers in as I prepped him. I wanted to make sure to do a good job getting the man ready.

"I'm good to go, Nelson," he finally said.

I lifted his legs and got into place. I had a decent amount of experience fucking. Jason Roswell was a big bottom and loved having a built jock nailing him. I liked playing that role, too, being the stud.

Now, as I pressed in, I silently found myself competing with Mason Huntley. I didn't have Mason's drop-dead good looks but my body could hold its own next to Mase's, and I knew I had a pretty good-sized cock. I slowly sank into Coach, reading his facial expression as we mated silently. I didn't have any idea how good Mason was in the sack, so I'd just have to give Tover the best fuck I could give.

"Oh yeah," Coach T said as I bottomed. "You're so fucking big, Nelson."

Maybe he said that to anyone who fucked him, but his words made me feel ten feet tall. Slowly I withdrew and just as immediately pressed back in.

"You need that dick, Coach?" I was fucking steadily now. Slow, but steady into this hunk of a man. This would be a Senior Week to remember, all right.

"God yes, fuck me, Nelson. Fuck my hungry hole."

Matt Tover was as butch as they come and hearing those words worked me up big time. I put more power into my inward push. Keeping the overall fuck pace the same but speeding up the entry before giving a quick pause as I bottomed out on each stroke. I kept doing this, focusing on the shoving part.

It seemed to work wonders. Tover's beautiful cock quivered and he nodded as he looked up at me. Horny, excited. He gripped his bone and started stroking. "Go for it, stud. I'm almost there."

His permission released me from my restraint. I started fucking Tover with hard, fast strokes. I was rewarded with seeing his prick fire off several spurts of white cum and hearing his grunts of orgasm. I love seeing a guy have his orgasm, but watching Tover nut was something else.

My own dick fired off, a steady round of liquid ammunition right into Coach's guts. He was coming down from his own climax and looked up at me, in a relaxed, half dazed state, encouraging me. "That's it, Greg," he said softly.

I gave a quick kiss, then dismounted him. I felt an intense satisfaction. This, hands down was the best sex I'd ever had. And I felt like a stud, topping a man like Tover.

He looked real guilty, though, as he shook out his cramped legs and got up off the bed. "Not a word about this to anyone, hear, Greg?"

"Of course," I said. "You don't have to worry." I picked up my shorts. It was time for me to make my way down the beach before the guys missed me. We'd taken a chance doing anything just now. "But I gotta thank you for that, Coach. You made my week. For real."

He gave me a conciliatory smile. I could tell he wasn't happy that we'd just had sex but I could also tell he'd enjoyed it. "All right. Now get out of here," he winked.

Predictably Ryan acted weird around me all day. Kind of ignoring me. Even Mike noticed it, but he didn't say anything. Whatever. My experience with Tover had almost made me forget about Murray altogether.

That day ended up being one of my favorites at the shore. I joined a bunch of guys for beach volleyball... Meehan, Trainor, Betts, and Huntley, plus some other dudes from our school. Maybe it was my relaxed frame of mind, but I enjoyed scoping my buddies out. They all had awesome bodies, each in a different way. Mason was built like me, Mike was thicker built, whereas Colin and Kevin both had tall, lean bodies with tight eight packs. My crush on Mason was now compounded by a competitive surge, knowing we'd both fucked Tover. I somehow knew I'd done a better job than Huntley.

Between staying up late the night before and the afternoon of sun and exercise, I felt tired by 10:00. I didn't even drink much, just a couple of beers.

Mike called in early, and I joined him. We brushed our teeth and got ready for bed, stripping down to our briefs. I'd tried to be careful with the sunscreen, but my tan had a little red in it. Mike's burly body was chestnut brown though, and it offset against his white underwear.

"So tell me what's going on with you and Ryan," he said as we got in bed. "What happened last night?"

I shrugged. "Nothing happened man. You know Ryan." I wasn't gonna say anything about what really happened, of course.

Mike looked at me, trying to read my face. "Dude, you sucked his dick," he said almost clairvoyantly. "Or he sucked yours. I don't know. Something happened between you two."

"Come on, Mike," I pleaded in a tone that said he was right but that he knew I couldn't talk about it.

"If it makes you feel any better, Murray's sucked my cock before." He leaned back grinning. "He's not very good at it." I laughed. Which made Mike laugh. "He's really fucking lousy at it, isn't he?"

I nodded, figuring I could admit it. "Yeah, he is."

"Man, it's cool," my buddy said. "I'm not gonna say anything."

"I just promised Ry I wouldn't, you know."

"Got it, man." Then he reached down and cupped his crotch. "Listen, Greg, I don't know if you'd be open to something..."

I was interested all right. "Like what?"

He pulled down his briefs. Betts had a big fat boner. Like beer can thick and about that length too. "I don't want to pressure you, Greg, but I'm so fucking horny, man."

Somehow with Betts I was willing to service without reciprocation. I hunkered down between his thighs and stared licking his massively fat bone.

"God, thank you, dude. I'm so hard up."

He was too, I could feel that prick twitch with every lick. Honestly, I don't think I did much better than Ryan when I took the dick into my mouth. Betts had a real jawbreaker of a cock.

Fortunately, he wasn't picky about technique. I sucked him as best I could and pretty soon his jizz was spurting into my mouth. Betts's flavor was mostly sweet.

"Oh fuck!" he hissed as he came. I could sense the tension leave his body as I finally pulled off his bone and I felt a certain sense of pride. I was glad I could help my buddy out.

I didn't expect him to return the favor but as I lay beside him, he started making his way down to my own erection. I wasn't gonna stop him. Mike sucked like a straight dude but he was still better at it than Ryan.

It was trip watching big Betts going down on me. I couldn't help but give little thrusts up into his mouth. I thought I'd pissed him off when he pulled back after one such thrust but he sucked in some air and looked up at me, eyes moist. "It's easier for me if you just wanna do the work, Greg. Just go easy."

Oh fuck. I did just that as he put his mouth back at my cock. Soft gentle thrusts into the warm wetness. It didn't take me long to cum. I tapped him to warn I was about to nut. Like a trooper he stayed on me.

He seemed strangely proud as he came back up to lay next to me. I don't think he thought he could do that. "Maybe we can take care of one another this week, Greg."

"Yeah, that'd be awesome." Any other time I'd have been thrilled at what just happened. And it was awesome. Only it didn't compare with fucking Tover.

Like a typical dude, Betts rolled over and almost immediately went to sleep. I flipped off the light and followed suit.

The next day was more of the same. Coach T even joined us on the beach for a bit as he read his novel. Around mid-afternoon he packed up and went back to the house. "Don't worry guys I'm not gonna cramp your fun."

Not even fifteen minutes later Huntley was making an excuse he had to go back to the house. Fucker. Though I had to be impressed at his gumption. I was just upset I hadn't thought of making another move on Coach.

We found another party that night, at least till close to ten. I didn't go wild drinking that night, but I was pleasantly drunk by the time Betts and I turned in for bed. I'd actually forgotten all about our blowjobs the previous night, but I watched as Mike stripped nude showing off his thick bod and even thicker cock that was already throwing hard.

I hurriedly followed his lead and joined him in bed.

Betts surprised the hell out of me though, as he scooted up and met me in a kiss. He wasn't suave like Coach, or romantic like Jason, or purely sexual like some of the dudes I'd hooked up with. Mike had his own, slightly sloppy way of kissing. Plus, we were both drunk. I was into it.

He looked at me with a sly grin. "I don't know what you're into, Greg, but I picked up some stuff at the convenience store today."

"Stuff?" I laughed.

He nodded excitedly and reached over the side of the bed and pulled up a small tube of vaseline. "I got a couple, actually. Just in case, you'd let me."

"You want to fuck me?" I said, as the realization sank in.

"I've never done anal, man. Always wanted to with a chick, but you know..."

Yeah, I could guess. Even with a hunk like Betts, I could imagine most girls wouldn't want to get ass fucked. Particularly with a dick the size of Mike's.

My inhibitions were down and I was horny. Maybe a little insane.

"Only if you promise to go real fucking easy, man," I slurred. "You got a donkey dick, you know."

"Why don't you sit on it?" he asked as he rolled on his back and pulled up his beer can cock to stick straight up. It wasn't long but the width was formidable. "That way you take as much as you can handle, buddy."

Damn, Mike Betts could sweet talk me to do anything. I watched as he squirted one of those tubes onto his meat and spurted the rest on to my finger.

I reached back and lubed my hole up. It had been a few months since I'd taken dick, and I'd only done it a few times. Like I say, if I wasn't drunk....

I straddled the goalie's waist and felt the hard heat of his shaft press against my asshole. I took a deep breath and pressed myself down on it, impaling myself. The sensation nearly took my breath away and I felt like I was gonna black out.

"You OK, man?" Mike asked, concerned.

I took a few deep breaths and waited till the tenseness in my ass subsided. "I'm good," I muttered and sank further down on Betts. Since my hole was already stretched the further entry went smoother. It felt great actually. And the minute his fat rod pressed against my prostate, I went wild.

"Oh Fuck!" I grunted and sank all the way down into his lap. He filled me up, so good, and almost immediately I started riding him in two to three-inch strokes.

"That's it, buddy," Mike said excitedly, "ride that cock."

I did, feeling completely sexual and not caring how much a slut I must have looked like. Mike grinned and gripped my neck, pulling me down to a kiss. And with a grunt he rolled us over. I was now pinned beneath his bulk and feeling him fucking heavy into me. He was turned on, and I knew it wouldn't take him long to nut. And Mike was gonna fuck me off, too, hands free.

Maybe not with split second timing but me and my buddy came close to the same time. I clung to his meaty bod until the sensation in my ass became too much. "You gotta pull out, man," I said.

He grabbed a T-shirt and wiped us both down then tossed the shirt aside. "Thanks, Nelson, you're the best. That was incredible."

"I didn't think I could take that," I said. "Wow."

Betts just gave me a friendly smile. "I'm gonna sleep well, man."

He turned out the light and like the night before was dead asleep.

**

I honestly didn't have ulterior motives for coming back to the house the next afternoon. The guys were drinking beer, and I needed some water to keep from getting dehydrated. I padded into the kitchen and drank my fill of a big glass. The house was quiet. I stepped into the living area. Tover was there, reading his book, looking like a million bucks in his khaki shorts and Penn State T-shirt. His legs had the same light tan as the rest of him and his hair was looking blonder from the sun.

"Hey Coach," I said.

He set down his book and looked up. "You taking a break from the sun, Nelson?"

"Yeah," I said.

He grinned. It was like seeing the playful Tover from the other day come back. "You're getting a nice tan," he said quietly. "Looking good."

I was standing in just some square cut trunks which I knew showed off my body pretty well. "Thanks, Coach. You're looking great, too."

"Anyone else come up with you?" he asked.

I shook my head no.

He stood up, a half bone showing in his shorts. "We gotta make this one quick, Greg," he said.

"Um sure," I said. I hadn't even thought I'd get a chance with Tover again but now that he was suggesting I wanted nothing more.

He stepped up for a quick kiss and reached down and grabbed my cock. "God, you got such a nice dick."

I peeled down my trunks and let the man feel me up. He stroked me a few times then pulled away. "All right, let's take this to the bedroom."

It was my turn to follow him. Even clothed his backside looked amazing. Strong, perfectly proportioned, muscular ass. As we got into his room, he dropped his shorts and I saw the man's furry buns as he leaned over, bracing his upper body on the dresser. "There's lube over by the bed."

I guess Coach wasn't kidding when he said it would be a quickie. I peeled off my trunks and kicked them off. My cock was rockhard as I slicked up and stepped up behind Tover.

I remembered how it went last time, and I took the same approach this time. Very slow working his hole open with my dick and just as gradually sinking in.

"That's it, Nelson," he growled. "Get up in my ass. Fucking big dick of yours."

I sank in and started a gentle sawing motion. In and out. Enjoying Tover's oven-hot hole and slick tightness. This position allowed me to hold on to his hips to create a rocking motion of my hips and to see his magnificent back, hot even with his shirt on.

"You got an amazing ass, Coach," I growled, starting to put a little more power to my thrusts.

Tover now was jerking his dick as I fucked him. "Take me, man. Harder."

He didn't have to ask twice. I started nailing my hot coach. Hard thrusts in and out, my balls slapping against his ass. "Fucking you, Coach," I grunted. Yeah, I needed to work on my sex talk, but I was caught up in the excitement of it all.

"Damn," he hissed. "Big Dick Nelson."

His words made me go even harder and I heard the man grunt beneath me as he came. Getting a man like Tover to nut like that was a big ego rush, I'll tell ya. I started saucing up his hole, eventually slowing down my thrusts to a standstill.

I pulled out slowly and affectionately patted his ass. "That was amazing, sir," I said.

Tover seemed less skittish than last time. He just nodded as he picked up his shorts and pulled them back on. "It was, Nelson. You know what you're doing."

"I liked doing it that way," I said as I pulled my own trunks back on. My dick was still plump and full. "A lot. Only I didn't get to kiss you much."

Coach T grinned and met me for a soft kiss. "There... better?"

"Yessir." I grinned.

Now he was the one to give me a playful swat on the ass. "Now get back out there before we get caught."

**

I was amazed how much I got my rocks off the rest of the week. Betts fucked me twice more with that doublewide cock of his, and the other night we traded blow jobs. I even nailed Tover once more. The more sex I got the hornier I seemed, but I also felt the happiest I'd ever felt. Getting laid will do that to you.

Only one thing was on my mind. Mason Huntley. The dude I'd had a crush on all senior year. It was Friday, our last full day at the Shore. It was a cloudy day but perfect for beach volleyball. Huntley and I were paired on the same team and it was excruciating being so close to him. His muscular body, his treasure trail of hair, his amazingly good looks.

Finally as we disbanded after the last game, it was just me and Mason walking back up to the house. It was now or never.

"I don't know how to say this, Mase, but I've had the biggest crush on you."

He looked at me, surprised, and a little upset. "What makes you think I'm gay?"

I almost said exactly what did make me think that, but I knew to keep that to myself. "Nothing, man. Just had to take a chance. We're graduated and heading off to college. I just knew I'd kick myself if I didn't tell you."

He looked at me, not mean but a little gruff. "Well, I'm not into that, Greg. Sorry." And with that he trotted off ahead of me.

I was feeling pretty down the rest of the day, though I tried to hide it. At one point Coach T came up to me as I was manning the grill. "You all right, Nelson?" he said.

"I'm OK, Coach," I said. Then I figured I could open a little to the man. "Boy trouble, that's all."

He chuckled. Somehow Coach knew it wasn't about him. "You're a good man, Nelson. Any guy would be lucky to have you."

"Thanks, Coach." I wondered what I felt with Tover. It was a crazy sexual attraction and chemistry for sure. And the sex was insanely hot. But nothing more. At that point I was happy to have him as a friend. He helped me man the grill and we made small talk about my college plans.

We all went out to a party. Coach let us stay out till 11, but around 10 I decided I wasn't feeling it. I told the guys I was heading home. I'd gotten about a block into the night air, enjoying the sea breeze and the sounds of the ocean, when I heard steps running behind me. It was Mason Huntley.

"Wait up, Nelson, I'll go with you," he piped up as he jogged to catch up with me.

"Hey," I said dumbly as we walked along the quiet street.

"Sorry about earlier," he said.

"No problem, bro," I replied. At this point I just wanted to be alone but I couldn't really tell Mason that.

"It's just, well, I wish I had the balls you do, Greg."

I knew what Mason meant. He was gay and wrestling with all that entailed.

"No one has the right answer, Mase," I said. "You do what you got to do."

He looked at me, relieved to get what he had to say off his chest and thankful for someone to talk to.

"I'm not into you as a boyfriend, Greg," he said. "I don't know.... maybe because I've always thought of you as a teammate and friend."

"That's cool," I replied. "Like I said, I just had to tell you how I felt."

He looked at me with a grin. "I would be cool with fooling around, if you were up for that."

"Fuck yes," I grinned, my mood perking up all of a sudden, and Mason laughed.

We made our way up to my room, since I knew Betts wouldn't be coming home early and wouldn't care if he caught us. Mason and I made out, we sucked, we rimmed and stroked each other's cocks. Finally, as I was positioned above him, I told him I wanted to fuck him.

He nodded nervously. "I've never done that, Greg. But yeah, I wanna try."

I took the last of that tube of Vaseline and greased Huntley's hole up and my cock too. I did like with Coach T, going super slow. Only I stayed slow. Let Mason enjoy getting broken in without having it too hard. Only in the last stretch when my teammate really started to feel close did I go faster. Not hard, but enough to get us to come at the same time.

We nutted, we kissed, we held each other. It was wonderful. Even if Mase didn't want to be my boyfriend, this was the kind of connection we both needed right then.

We promised to stay in touch next year.

**

The guys were mostly hungover the next morning. We had to be out of the house by 11 and Coach T assigned us all clean up duties to get the place in order.

It felt weird to say goodbye to Tover. There was the realization I probably wouldn't see him much from now on. He'd given me some amazing memories, for sure. He clasped me in a friendly "coach" hug. "Stay in touch, Nelson, you hear?" he said in a deep rumble of a voice. I assured him I would.

Murray had driven some of us to the Shore, and we rode back mostly in silence. Everyone seemed to be bummed to go back.

I was, too, it had been an awesome seven days. But I also knew Senior Week couldn't last.

Or could it?

Ryan was now dropping us off at our houses one by one. Soon it was just me left.

"Feel like hanging out for a while, Greg?" he said, a certain look on his face. "I'm feeling kind of horny."

"Sounds awesome," I said, leaning back and cupping my crotch.