I came out of the elevators and saw him and lobby. I had seen him before somewhere. It and company until later that had met him at the company picnic last summer when he was probably 15 years old. Today he was sitting over in the weather waiting chairs in a T-shirt and soccer shorts. He wasn't sitting back in the chairs like he was waiting for someone. He was sitting on the edge like he was ready to go. I glanced at him on my way out started walking down the street. I walked down to blocks and had to stop at a light. Looking around while I was waiting I noticed him behind me about hundred feet back. I walked a few more blocks and every so often I would glance behind me to see if he was still there. He was.
So I decided to see if he was really following me. I turned left at the next block and walked down couple of blocks. Then I turned left again and walked down a block. As I got to the end of that block I looked back and he was there. Now then he was following me I decided to let him continue with his plan whatever it was. I continued on my way home.
I took my mail from my mailbox and went up to my apartment. I closed the door but didn't lock it. I started going through my mail waiting a knock at the door. The moment later there it was. I opened door and there he stood. I said, " hello."
He said, "my dad sent me down to see if you had the Williams file."
I said, "no, I don't, sorry. Would like something to drink?"
"Sure, a Coke or something."
I grabbed a Coke from the fridge, and a beer for myself. He took it from me and looked at my beer, so I said, "you'd rather have one of these?"
"Sure."
I gave him a beer and sat down at my kitchen table. He sat down too. "So, do you play soccer?"
"Yeah, for the Westchester Slam."
"A club team?"
"Yeah. Forward."
"You must train everyday."
"Just about."
"It shows in your legs"
"Really?" [He slid his chair back.]
He looked down at his legs and I looked at them too. They were deeply tanned and had a dusting of blond hair. They had the typical knots of strong soccer hardened legs, a bulge above the kneecaps, and thick split trunks that ran up his thighs...into shorts so light I could almost imagine them not being there.
He stood up, between the window and me and he became unreal for a moment: a vision, a dream.
He picked up his beer and chugged it, finishing with a belch.
"Thanks, I'll see you later."
Dumbstruck, I sat and watched him walk out the door, leaving it open, and leaving my mind overwhelmed by the whooshing of blood in my ears and hormones in my veins.
The next day, he was there again, and instead of the round about way home, I just walked home, with him lagging a half a block behind the whole way. When I walked up the stairs to my building, I didn't see him, so I grabbed my mail, and went up to my apartment.
I left the door ajar and sat down on the couch to look through my mail, a couple of catalogs and a new Men's Workout.
I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing that I knew I heard my door close and lock. I looked up to see him with two other boys standing between me and the window. It was dark outside and I hadn't turned on any lights, so it was just a silhouette of each of them...and there must be someone else who closed the door. He stepped forward and touched his fingertips to my lips, signaling me to be quiet. It was then that I realized that I couldn't move my hands. They were tied with something ... something soft, but tied firmly. My legs were tied too! I didn't know exactly what was going on, but if this was a robbery or a rape, yelling wouldn't help anything except to get me beat up, and, well, you can't rape the willing.
They each took a limb and picked me up. There must have been five, because I was held up by each arm and leg, and he was holding me around the waist. They carried me down the hall, and into the bathroom.
I lived in a strange old building. My bedroom was no bigger than the bed; I couldn't even open the closet with the double bed in there. But the bathroom was almost as big; spacious for a bathroom.
They laid me down on the tile floor, and one of the boys switched on the light. Just then another boy bent down to me, his hair short and brown, his eyes framed by long eyelashes, and his face the strong curved lines of a boy from manly stock (imagine William McNamara when he was discovered). This boy took my head in his hands, and started to kiss me. Long, wet, rough kisses and I heard terrible sounds (well not really so terrible considering): scissors cutting off Armani slacks and a silk Armani sweater. In a couple of snips, there went $500 into rags, and just as quickly, me lying butt naked on the floor (I never did "get" underwear). This was one of those unplanned moments when working out every spare moment paid off. I looked off to see five of the hottest teenage soccer players strip off their shirts and kick off their shoes.
I was laying on a towel, or I would have been freezing my cajones on the tile floor. But I could feel the heat from the heat lamps coming down, and an especially hot feeling was surging through my cock.
There they stood above me. Five buff, smooth, taut frames covered with lean muscle. My blond and one other, his eyes green the other's blue, two with brown hair with green eyes both, and the fifth, standing at my feet with dark hair and the light mocha color of a young Latino.
Then, the next in a line of unexpected events, they whipped out their cocks in unison (well not exactly in unison...it took my blond a split second more to whip out his extraordinarily long piece of meat) and each took a couple of strokes on their half-hard cocks before they let loose with a blast of hot, splattering piss. I could feel my cock throb, and I turned my head towards the stream hitting my cheek from my blond, and let the stream hit me in the mouth; letting the stream fill my mouth and overflow before I took and gulp and opened for more. The streams blasted as they moved them around on my body, splattering their legs and feet while they looked at me and grinned.
Then, they finished, and before I knew it, they picked up their shirts and shoes and walked out. Not a word spoken.
I heard the door slam and lay there, for a moment, letting it register. Then I turned on my side and wriggled to get my hands free. I pulled them out of the ropes and rolled back onto my back and flogged my rock-hard cock for just a few seconds before I shot a blast that I heard splatter on the wall above my head.
I lay there for probably half an hour, running the scene through my head again and again, before I untied my feet and cleaned myself up. I didn't but touch my dick in the shower before I knew I had to cum again, and with another few strokes blew another thick, sticky load all over the navy tile wall. I stumbled into bed and fell asleep. A sound sleep.
The Team, part 2 by 3Q
I was walking out the door the next day, and as I dashed out the door, I noticed something...something missing. I walked down about five stairs when I decided to go back. I walked back in and looked around the front room. What was missing? I started out the door again, and saw it. Or didn't see it rather. The key. There had been a key hanging on a lanyard on a nail by the door for as long as I could remember. Since Steve. Steve was a long story. An 18 year old who had worked in the mailroom at work and needed a place to stay for a while, and when he left, he left the key. It had been hanging there since. Now it was gone.
I walked to work, and on the way took my usual route. I passed a basketball court on the way, and looked at the boys. I looked closer today. Suddenly the boys playing basketball on my way to work, who I usually passed without a thought were in my reality. Like the boys last night, they had crossed from my environment and the thousands of sights and sounds (and smells) of the city and into my reality. Something as real as the towel drying on my towel rack and the ropes still lying in the corner of my bathroom.
I looked at them in the cool morning light. It was only nine in the morning, but they were already playing, trying to beat the heat. It was warm this morning, and just as humid as it had been for the last sultry week. There were shirts on the ground, all of their chests bare. Baggy, thin cotton or rayon shorts already streaked with the sweat of their bodies, the result of their hard play. None of them could have been over 17, and they already had the muscles in their chests and arms of men. Smooth chests let the sweat roll down to the sagging waistbands of their shorts; as they stamped and jumped a dick would bang the front of those shorts every so often.
There was a blond one who met my eyes a couple of times on my way by. Even in the midst of the playing, he looked me in the eye for a split second, twice. He had dark green eyes and straight sandy blond hair. His smooth stomach was ridged with muscle, and the muscles in his arms twitched as he waved his arms, trying to get the ball. His lips were full and pink, raw and soft. His shorts rode low enough to give me just a glimpse of the glutes that wrapped up his hips, and the Adonis' belt that ran between his glutes and abs down to what must have been a hot, steamy place full of fresh, raw boy smells. And the cock banging around in there was just as full and manly as those arms and that chest. I saw a drop of sweat run down his chest, across his stomach and down into the waistband of those shorts.
I sat typing at work. Appearing productive as hell. All the while, the picture of that boy on the basketball court blocking my mind's view of the computer screen and what I was typing. Two worlds at once, work and fantasy.
After my eyes opened fully, and the ass of the new mailboy disappeared, I settled in to my mid-morning work, and my mind wandered again. They key. The missing key. Did it walk out the door with the boys from last night? There was no way to know. In fact, it could have been gone for days, and I might not have noticed it.
I made it through my day. A long lunch hour at the gym, pumping myself into a full bore workout of weights and stairs. The blood and the sweat moving through me, channels of heat flowing. On my way out of the building, no one in the lobby. On my way home, no one behind me. I got home and immediately pulled my shirt off as I walked to my room to change. I was in my running shorts before my second message finished on my answering machine, and out the door. If I don't embrace the hot, damp heat of a midsummer's day, I end up hating the heat and every fat, smelly body around me. I figured it was like a run and a sauna all in one. It was. I ran the streets, passing cars stuck bumper to bumper with their sweltering occupants inside, cursing their situation and everyone in their way. I ran freely among them, soaking in the sun.
When I got home, I headed straight for the bathroom and the cool water of the shower. I rinsed and rinsed, and drank the water straight from the head of the shower. I walked out of the bathroom and stopped dead in my tracks in the bedroom doorway. There on my bed, in just his soccer shorts and a few beads of perspiration was my blond soccer boy. Waiting, calmly, looking at me with the faintest smirk.
"Now I know where my key is," I said.
"Mm-hmm," was all he said.
I stood in the doorway and let the moment set in. I looked at him, his angelic face and half smile, and down his smooth, rippling body. Then I felt a throbbing, and I realized that my cock was quickly standing up to check this out too. Sometimes you have dreams...and sometimes you live them.
"Come here," he finally said.
I walked up to the corner of the bed and he slid forward. I reached out to touch his head, and he took me by the wrist. He pulled my hand down to his chest and placed my palm flat on his sternum. I could feel his heart beating. He pulled my arm aside and pulled me to the foot of the bed. He took my arms and turned me around and guided me down onto the bed, on my back, and he climbed over me to straddle my hips. My dick brushed against his shorts as he leaned forward, and he pulled my arms up over my head. He held my wrists and stared down into my eyes. That half smile was still there. He leaned back and brushed his sorts and that firm ass against my throbbing member. Then he dropped down onto me and started to devour my neck. I took that as the signal to let loose, and I started to devour him too. His neck, his chest, his arms, his sides, his ears, his cheeks and the softest hair I had ever felt. He slid his shorts off, and I felt my cock gliding between his cheeks. Cheeks that were thick and hard with muscle but covered with the satin of his skin. Dry, smooth, clean and ready. The crack and his cheeks gently stroked me. And while he chewed on my neck, I felt it slide in. No lube, no preparation no nothing, it just slid in. But it was anything but loose. His velvet glove grasped my dick as he pumped back and forth across my stomach. His eyes closed every now and again, and he would lose himself in the feeling. As would I. My dick was inside him. His heat enveloped me. His energy consumed me. I started to buck to meet his thrusts and he let me for a few, and then I felt something strange. I felt something on my ankles. The rope. He sat down onto me completely, and then he lifted himself up with his legs, and I felt my dick slide out. He leaned forward and all the while kept a firm grasp of my wrists, now with the full weight of his body on them.
His friend stepped around from behind him, the other blond, with blue eyes, and crawled up onto the bed, pulling handcuffs from under one of my pillows (How did they get there? I didn't even own a pair.). He laid down on his side next to us, a tent pole pushing the front of his blue shorts out a good six or seven inches, and took a hold of his friend's dick. A little laugh escaped from both of them. Then they were both on top of me. The second boy's shorts disappeared. A mass of writhing, hot skin, all around me. Hands and limbs everywhere, we became one being consumed in touching, feeling, rubbing, licking and chewing.
Finally as the boy who had started all of this lifted himself onto my dick again, the other boy moved up and placed his knees right on top of my arms, and sat himself down on my face. My tongue knew what to do. I began to taste the warm, sweet smoothness of his ass. I found his moist hole, and my tongue explored as he ground his ass onto my face. He swung himself around, and sat back down on my face, this time facing his pal.
Then from the corner of my eye, I could see them both hammering away at their dicks as his ass lifted off of my face. And then they both let out a loud "Rrrraahhhh!" Even in my frenzied rimming of this boy's ass, I heard a splash as their loads hit each other in the chest. Before the first drop hit my stomach, I bucked and thrusted deep into my boy, slamming my dick into his hot ass as my load shot out of my dick with the force of a tidal wave and my orgasm overcame me. I tried to thrust a couple more times, but he sat down with his weight and held me in place.
The boy on my face slid off to the side, his thigh across my arms, and they both started to laugh. I could see them both laughing, my hips held firmly in place by the weight of the first boy, my arms held down by the second boy's leg. The one sitting on me ground his ass around and reached out and smeared their cum on my chest and stomach, around and over my nipples, rubbing them with his palm. Then he brought one hand to his mouth and licked his palm and sucked the cum from between his fingers. He planted that hand on my chest again and brought the other one to my face and rubbed it around. I stuck out my tongue and licked some of it off, and then he smeared it onto my forehead and into my hair. He lay forward, and let his body rest on mine, and I felt our breathing slow. The other boy moved around and pressed his body in beside ours, nuzzling in to his friends ear. We lay there for a while, and all fell asleep.
I awoke when I felt the boy on top of me roll off onto my other side. Then I heard him speak. "Kyle, you awake?"
"Hmmm?" His eyes fluttered open, sleepy in the dusk light coming in the bedroom window.
"I'm hungry, are you?"
"Mm-hmm?"
Kyle reached up under another pillow and pulled out a key. "Should I unlock him?"
"Sure."
Kyle unlocked the cuffs, while the other boy untied my feet. Then he brought his face close, and kissed me, a gentle kiss. "Wes," he asked, "come here."
Wes slid up on my other side, and Kyle kissed him, and then me. Then Wes kissed me, and slipped me a little tongue. "That was great," Kyle said.
We got up out of bed, and Kyle and Wes went right to my refrigerator. They rummaged around and brought out three beers. I pulled some pretzels out and we moved over to the couch. Wes picked up the remote and switched on the TV, flipping from one sports channel to another, baseball, basketball, finally settling on, what else, soccer.
We sat and munched. We chatted on and off. The boys told me that they were both at the same prep school in Westchester. Their friends from last night were too. They explained that the one with brown hair, and square jaw they called Pike (the result of shortening Pete Crike). The other one with brown hair was Ben, and the Hispanic boy was Mario, the best all time scorer on their Westchester club team.
Wes and Kyle took turns getting beers and finally, when a small forest of cans stood on the coffee table, Kyle said to Wes, "Let's go."
They took a hold of my wrists and pulled me up. They led me down the hallway and into the bathroom. Once there, Wes flicked on the lights and the heat lamp (my apartment has excellent air conditioning) and they turned me to face them in the shower. They forced my shoulders down, and I went to my knees. They both let loose their streams onto my chest and stroked their dicks as they did. Kyle had a long straight dick, about 7 inches, with a red flushed head and large tight balls. Wes' dick was growing hard stretching it past 6 inches and his upward curve quickly cut off his flow. In mid stream he reached over and took Kyle's cock in his hand and squeezed. Kyle's flow ceased and Wes started to stroke him. He looked Kyle in the eyes and then swung down onto his knees beside me and took it in his mouth. He sucked the length of it in, and Kyle smiled. He rubbed one hand on Wes' head, and reached down to me with the other. He grasped me under my arm and pulled me up to him. He pulled my head to his and kissed me. Then he dropped that hand down and took my dick in his hand. My dick curves down when it's hard (and it was), and my 7 inches stuck out about three inches past Kyle's hand.
Then Kyle said, "piss on him," and smirked.
I was just as full of beer as them, and in a second I let go with a good heavy stream onto Wes' chest and neck. Then something happened that surprised me. As Wes pulled his head back on a stroke, piss started running out. Kyle was pissing in his mouth while Wes was blowing him. Wes gulped a couple of times, and then pulled off and took my stream in his mouth and started swallowing. He took each dick in his hands and pulled his head back far enough to aim both streams into his mouth. He gulped greedily. Finally when our streams trickled down, he leaned back and smiled. He looked up at us and smiled. "Thank you," he said.
Kyle pulled him up to stand, and pulled Wes' head to his and kissed him, thrusting his tongue between Wes' lips, grinding their faces together. Then Kyle dropped to his knees and said, "my turn." He took Wes' dick in his hand and looked up at me. "Fuck me," he said as he lifted his ass up.
I got down on my knees and pointed my dick at his ass. As it slid in, he looked up at Wes and said, "OK."
Wes leaned back a bit, and thrust his hips forward and let go with a stream of piss. Now was Kyle's chance to drink the golden liquid. He aimed it at his face and sprayed his face and hair, directing it into his mouth for a drink and then showering his face and chest. Then he took Wes' balls in his hand, his other hand on the floor holding himself in the crouch to take my fucking, and pulled Wes' squirting cock into his mouth, the shaft sliding into his mouth and piss bubbling out around it.
I continued sliding into Kyle, and started the in and out motion. I held his hips and pulled him into me tight, shoving my dick as far in as I could. Wes and I pumped, faster and faster and watching Wes finally throw back his head and start his grunt, I slammed into Kyle's ass and let go of a huge blast of cum that felt like it was coming right out of my nuts. Wes impaled Kyle's head and shoved his dick all the way in Kyle's face. A couple of last small thrusts from us both and we were done. I slipped out of Kyle with a POP, and Wes pulled out of his mouth and playfully slapped Kyle's face with his dick.
Kyle leaned back on his haunches, licked his lips and sighed. I smiled at Wes and he smiled back. Kyle let out another long breath and then he stood up. He turned towards me and waved his dick in my face. "Now me," he ordered in a mock low voice.
I took his hips in my hands and pulled him towards my face. I licked around his head, flushed as usual, and licked the droplet from his piss hole. The long sticky string of precum stretched its way from my tongue to his cock head. I took him into my mouth and slid his shaft down my throat.
Wes got down onto his knees right behind Kyle, and spread his cheeks and started licking his crack. Kyle was overwhelmed. His took a head in each hand and took turns shoving hard into my mouth and back onto Wes' tongue. We both worked him hard. I sucked and slipped my tongue out to tickle his nuts, and Wes growling as he munched his friend's ass. Then, after several minutes of the best tasting dick Kyle's muscles tensed and he let go with a yelp, and blasted into my throat. I pulled back a bit to taste his cum, and he shoved my head back onto his dick. Wes leaned around to see his friend cumming in my mouth and I noticed he had his hand up against Kyle's ass, his middle finger shoved al of the way in. Kyle finally shuddered and sighed and pulled his dick out. I stood up and smiled at him and he reached around and pulled Wes up, pulling us both to him. He kissed me and then Wes and then me again and shoved a finger into our asses.
We stood and held each other for a few minutes, and then Kyle pulled his finger out of us, and reached down and turned on the shower.
We showered and washed each other, and the boys got dressed. We stood my door for several minutes kissing and grabbing each other, and then they slipped out the door. The clock in the kitchen said 4:30. I leaned against the kitchen counter for a while, soaking it all in, then I went to bed.
When I got up the next morning I saw something strange. Two full cases of beer were stacked outside my door with my newspaper on top.
<<End of The Team, part 2>> <>