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The Lacrosse Ten Captain Noah Buchanan Classic Swimmer's "V" Shape Build Long blond hair, 6'2"
Junior Drake Monroe Noah's Second-in-Command Beefy Bull Build, all muscle Light Brown hair, 6'
Junior Doug Chen Asian, Gym Built Muscles Shaggy black hair, 6'
Sophomore Will Chambers Tall, lean, lanky Strawberry blond, 6'3"
Freshman Mike Andante Swimmer's big chest, hard abs Olive skin (Italian), Black hair, 5'7"
Freshman Casey McNamera Classic Runner's Build, slim Blond, 5'5"
Sophomore Randy Crane Wrestler's Build, big guns and quads Dark hair, 5'9"
Sophomore Matt Nabors Gymnast Build from the rings & bars Golden brown hair, 5'10"
Senior Jay Holden Trim tight body, big feet & hands Dark hair, 6'
Junior Ken Branson Footballer Build. Sandy brown hair, 6'1"
The Lacrosse Team At Grosvenor Prep was acknowledged as the finest in the state. Decades of trophies and memorabilia lined the glass fronted cases where innumerable photographs had been taken.
To be on the Lacrosse team was a guarantee of popularity, of social cachet. But to be one of The Ten Starters was the height of achievement and status. Known as The Ten, their exclusivity was absolute in the school hierarchy.
Captain Noah Buchanan ruled the entire team by rigid discipline. By long tradition the Captain ran the team. Strategy came from the coaches, but leadership came from the Captain. Coaches did not attend team meetings, for instance, so as not to dilute the authority of the Captain.
Captain Noah Buchanan was the Senior Goalie. At 6'2" of wide shouldered muscle he was respected by his coaches; doted on by his teachers; idolised by his friends. He was "The Golden Boy of Grosvenor".
You could always spot him by his long blond hair which sat lightly atop his shoulders. It framed an aquiline face with fierce emerald green eyes.
In the halls at class change:
"Noah!"
"Hey Drake! What's up?"
Drake Monroe was Noah's oldest and best friend. He functioned as Second-in-Command of the team. He carried his beefy bull build with a cocky swagger, while his brown hair and eyes gave him a warm, appealing look.
"What's this meeting you've called for after last class?"
"It's something I've been turning over in my head for a while. I wanna throw it out, see what The Ten think."
"Clue me in."
Noah's brilliant smile flashes:
"No time dude, but I expect your full support!"
"Aye, Captain, I've got your back!"
***** As the final bell sounded, members of The Ten made their way to the locker room. The coaches had departed, having been told by Noah he was going to talk to the team.
End-of-day exuberance had the guys insulting, joking, and shoulder punching each other as they awaited Noah.
"Okay guys, sit down and shut up."
Noah dropped his backpack on the closest bench and turned to look at The Ten.
He stood there, hands on hips, silently looking every man in the eyes, one by one.
He then crossed his arms and pulled off his polo shirt, tossing it on the bench. He kicked off his sneakers and then unbuttoned his jeans.
"It seem hot in here to ya, Captain?" Ken Branson.called, to puzzled laughter.
Noah turned from the bench to face them, clad in his white jock and his white crew socks.
He forbade the wearing of "footie" socks, or colored jocks or colored underwear as effeminate. White and white only was his ironclad rule.
For he was the Captain and the Captain's word was law.
"I'm doing this to make a point guys, so listen up."
"Look at my body. I'm a stud. I'm prime beef."
"Look at each other. You're studs. You're prime beef".
"Yet what seems to be in short supply to all us prime beef studs?"
"PUSSY!" Shouted the grinning guys.
"That's exactly right! Pussy! These chicks here like to go on dates with us. They like It when we buy them dinner. They like going to shows, and shopping, and everything you can think of."
"But they don't like to acknowledge studs like us have needs. They know we need something warm to play with, but they prefer the power it gives them over us to the fun of playtime."
"Guys, you know Jessica, my girlfriend. When I go to pick her up, I never know if I'm gonna be greeted as a hero or a zero. She's a moody bitch and I suspect most of your chicks are too."
"How many of you get all the pussy you want? Raise your hand, tell us how!"
Dead silence in the ranks.
"How many of you get all the blowjobs you want? Raise your hand, tell us how!"
Dead silence in the ranks.
Noah raised a hand:
"How many of us jack off more than once a day? Raise your hand!"
Every hand matched Noah's.
"Not that hand, you fuckers! Your clean hand!"
Hoots, hollers, laughter.
"Well I for one am done! I'm tired of being horned up every day and having to take care of it myself. I'm done, I tell you!"
Sophomore Will Chambers:
"So what's the solution Captain? What's gonna solve the problem we all share?"
Here's the moment of truth, Noah thought.
He looked every man in the eyes again before he spoke. His buddy Drake gave him a hidden thumbs up, reminding him Drake's loyalty was absolute.
"This is The Ten. The most prestigious pinnacle at Grosvenor. No one can touch us. No one can eclipse us. But I have the authority to dismiss any man from the team at my discretion. Remember that."
Dead silence in the ranks.
"There are ten of us. Statistically that means at least one of us is bi or gay."
Wide eyed looks all around.
"Now I'm talking to him, but I'm talking to everyone as well."
"You can have all the hard jock cock you can eat. You will never be outed, shamed, mocked, or abused. You will continue to be respected and treasured just as you are now -- more if fact, because of your bravery."
"One of you already jacks off thinking of my body. You wank to your teammate's bodies. One of you is interested in cock. You may be thinking it's a phase, or just curiosity, or even boredom. That's okay, you justify it however suits you. But you and me -- we both know you really want to suck. "
"Two days from now, on Friday, after the game, after the coaches leave, we're going to be in the showers."
"I'm going to stand in front of some piled up towels. I'm going to be hard as a rock. I'm going to invite one of you to summon every ounce of courage in his body to come kneel on those towels and to perform fellatio in front of The Ten. After that, your teammates will be free to make their own arrangements with you so long as you both agree."
"I am speaking now to our unknown Brother: It will be the most intense and exciting thing you've ever done. It will be the best day of your life. It will make you happy. No one will ever know. Let me repeat. No one outside of The Ten will ever know."
"Any problems with what I said?"
"No sir!" "Good here!" "You're the boss!"
A quick glance to Drake: Two thumbs up and a broad grin.
"All right fuckers. Dismissed. Go home."