by Caldon Mull
I gently grabbed his elbow and steered him. He didn’t tense and moved like a dancer past all the shuffling couples while I lead him towards the fire pit.
I flipped the sign and pulled into the empty bench, he slid after me.
“Hey, where you been?” Mark looked around from his joke with Dean. “Oh, man, it’s Dekker.” He beamed.
“I met up in the Heads and we got to talking.” I shrugged “So I thought I’d ask him over for a Beer and get to meet the grunts.”
“No way!” Dean smiled hugely.
“Way!” Will grinned and high-fived Dean, Jase and Mark.
Maggie came through with a two beer order and took another for Will, Mark and Jase.
Dean pushed his fresh glass over to Will and sat back while Maggie brought the rest. Will smiled at him, raised his glass and took a deep pull. “Damn! That’s good.” He laughed “I only play football to get beer in other towns.” We laughed. When Maggie brought the rest of the rounds through, Will and I both paid her enough attention she was slightly flushed when she left.
“Damn!” Dean pouted “She never looked at me like that.”
“Maybe you try too hard.” Will grinned and sipped his beer. Dean looked startled at the remark and looked at me. I shrugged and sipped my beer, ‘told-you-so’ expression firmly plastered on my face.
Then we talked football, and just about everything else non-stop for about a half-hour. There wasn’t anything Will couldn’t talk about, I discovered. The boys were highly entertained.
Jase’s head started to bob, when he leaned back and yawned hugely. “Sorry man, it’s not you guys.”
“Yeah,” Mark glanced at his watch. “The first van leaves in five an’ dormouse here gotta be on it. I’m going for a piss, I’ll get Jase with Bobby. I might turn in as well, though. Nothin’ personal if I don’t come back.”
“Nah, buddy. I got the tab this time. Enjoy.” I nodded.
They inched out over the benches and left in a jangle of beads. Dean bobbed into the middle of the bench and I chatted with Will about more personal things than just football. I told him about college and some of the work I did -not the special stuff- and he swapped about his life and how he ran a heavy equipment concern in Dry County. He didn’t have a girl, mine had left me, he stayed alone above his show room, I had my own place. We rattled on, his birthday August, mine December. Dean hung on every word between Will and I.
Obviously this time spent with his hero was well worth extra sleep. I hadn’t seen him this fired up, well …ever. I knew Will was fairly turned on and had been since we’d left the Johns, but it was only until I noticed him squirming secretly that I sneaked a look at the crotch of his jeans, between the tight stretched fabric of his muscular thighs. His easy grin and charm distracted you from the rest of him, but now he was concentrating on Dean and I was free to look him over. While he was talking to you, your world seemed to shrink to just you and him.
I saw the knob pressing the middle of his tight jeans, in the dim light I could make out the ridge of his cock-head. He plucked at it occasionally, unnoticed. It looked uncomfortable for him. This close to the fire-pit, and he had unzipped his fleece jacket and unbuttoned his flannel shirt, so the view was pretty direct for me, if no-one else. His small, erect nipples rubbed the inside of his vest, invitingly.
I still smelled of sweaty sex, and the fresh musk was starting to get pretty close in the booth. It was only because I knew where I had been, I was able to notice Dean and Will reacting. I’m sure no-one else would’ve even thought about things like that. I inched closer to Will on the seat while we were arguing about the NBA selections for the year, and studied his groin secretly.
True enough, his bulge reacted, hardening along the join of his leg and lengthening to a good six- and a half inches. A darker spot of damp started to spread just below his belt. Will unconsciously sat up and stretched more, his broad shoulders, deep chest and hard nipples flashing Dean. Dean unconsciously started to mirror his movements, and I noticed his tits tightening as well. The two were really getting into each other, almost preening themselves, and they were doing it because of an invisible smell wafting off me. It was hot, the idea made my cock harden, as well.
The coaster took the opportunity to stick to the bottom of my glass, slid off and clattered to the floor while I moved the glass to my lips. “Damn!” I muttered and quickly leaned forward and ducked under the table to pick it up. My ear brushed the top of Will’s right thigh as I reached, my cheek passing a fraction away from the end of his dick. I grunted and stretched “Sorry, Will. Tight squeeze.” I pushed my luck and placed my hand on the top of his thigh, my knuckles rubbing over his shaft. He had made to lean back as I first reached, then froze as my hand leaned on his boner.
I grabbed the coaster, rewarded by the sight of Dean’s hard-on, before bobbing up seconds later waving it like a prize. I lifted my hand off his cock and sat back, grinning. Will looked at me, face carefully neutral, but frightened eyes, like I’d caught him out doing something wrong.
“They probably charge extra if you lose these things.” I snapped it flat on the table-top and reached for my beer again. “I’ll get a reward or somethin’ for fetching it, I guess.” I smiled my best it’s-alright-smile at Will and leaned forward towards him, my leg grazing his for a few seconds, then pulling away just enough for the heat from each other to be felt, but not touching. “Sorry, Will. You were sayin’…?”
“Yeah…” he relaxed, a smile spread slowly over his face and he completed the contact between his leg and mine of his own accord. “‘Bout those Cardinals…” The next half-hour passed on two levels. One was what we were talking about. The other one was the fact we had all moved closer in to each other, probably without realizing it, sizing each other up for sex.
Will and Dean had their legs touching under the table, without knowing it, and Will and I were rubbing our legs against each other, definitely on purpose. I had reached down and either brushed his cock quickly, or even squeezed it deliberately for a few seconds, by the time Maggie popped her head in and announced she was heading off shift in a short while.
“Sure honey,” I oozed a lazy charm with her while Will and Dean smiled, watching her reaction. “Let’s settle the tab, then.”
“Last Round?” she prompted.
“Nah. I’m pretty well full, thanks.” She trotted off with the empty glasses from the bottom of the table. The three of us glimpsed at our half-beers almost in unison, looked up and grinned at each other.
She returned shortly and I tipped her heavily. “Gee, thanks big guy!” she grinned, slipping the fifty into her apron quickly.
“I had a great time an’ you’re worth it.” I nodded to her. “Safe home, Maggie and thanks.”
“Thank you!” she beamed and left.
Dean watched her through the curtains. “I don’t know how you do it. I really don’t.”
“Well, maybe they put something in the Beer, but she made me happy.” I sipped my glass to quarter full.
“Oh?” Will raised an eyebrow “How so?”
“You mean: how much?” I smiled at him and leaning back, I flashed them both my hard cock in my jeans, rubbing the length with my free hand just in case they missed.
“Must be the Beer.” Dean grinned tugging at his fly under the table “But I couldn’t figure where mine came from.”
“Me neither.” Will leaned back “But it must be the Beer. Mind if I tidy up?” His hands moved to his straining zipper.
“Go ahead.” Dean said quickly “We probably all gotta do it.”
“I don’t mind if you don’t.” I added less eagerly than Dean, but still a bit too quickly to be smooth.
Will flipped open his buckle and carefully tugged his zipper down. His cock popped out, all smooth angry purple and flared rim. He smoothed it into the middle of his body, flat against the silky dark hair running in a strip from the bottom of his navel to the fine bush of his pubes. He tugged the elastic of his mini-briefs to a
bout halfway up his shaft, then pushing it flat with one hand, slowly zipped the thick brass fly up in line with his cock-tube. He clipped the buckle back deftly, looked at me expectantly.
I arched my hips and leant back slightly. Grabbing the shaft, I slid it along into the same position as his, except the head of mine slipped past my belt and glared at him, rosy red, a bubble of clear cum beaded at the end. He stared at it for awhile, his breathing changed, deeper. Both of us turned and looked at Dean who fumbled, trying to smooth it down. But knowing how he was probably not wearing shorts, he couldn’t tame the tent. His cock-head played peek-a-boo behind the stressed buttons. Will watched, licked his lips unconsciously.
“You gonna have to grab it in your pocket when you walk.” Will offered, huskily.
“Well, we don’t hafta go for another hour and a bit, yet.” Dean looked pained, glaring at his disobedient dick.
“Well, I had enough of Beer for awhile, but I like what it’s done…” Will ran his curled hand up the inside of my thigh “If you still game, I got some pot in my Truck.”
“Well?” I quirked an eyebrow at Dean.
“Ah…” Dean nibbled a lower lip, then grinned “What the fuck! Hell, yes!”
We sauntered out a side door and around a fence to the car-park. Will lead us to a black-and- flames, super- charged tinted-windows Panel Van. A few guys laughed loudly near the front entrance about a hundred yards away, hugging the light streaming from the door. He clicked open the back door. “Hop in” he whispered. Dean and I scrambled in, closed the door behind us.
Will clicked on a dim, blue light.
“Wow!” Dean looked around. Will had done the inside of the Van with all the mod cons. A double bed square in the middle of the Van with black satin sheets took up most the space. In the foot or so clearance he’d arranged a small icebox, an expensive looking CD player and racks of CD’s. A wooden Venetian blind separated the back section from the front. It was in three sections, solid behind the seats, hanging in the aisle. He dropped the middle bit with a cord to the floor.
“Blue light doesn’t show through the polarized glass,” he grinned “But I get paranoid after one o’ these.” Will kicked off his shoes and undid his buckle, slipped it out of its loops, unzipped his fly and let his cock breathe. He clicked on a small fan. “They might even smell it, but they never find it.” He chuckled.
In the pale blue light, everything looked different. Dean and I kicked off our shoes and unbuttoned what we needed to and curled up either side of Will, backs against the round foam cushions, legs stretched. He lit a spiff with a zippo and sucked it into a dull coal, passed it to me. I took a toke and passed it to Dean.
“I’m glad you guys are here.” He said, exhaling a cloud of aromatic smoke.
“Yeah, me too.” I draped an arm over his shoulder, squeezed his neck.
“Yeah.” Dean passed the half-dead roach back to Will, a column of ash still attached.
“Truth…” Will sucked on the end and passed it back to me “…The truth is I find you guys sexy. When I saw you standing there after the game I had to check you out and…”
“Will, you don’t hafta explain, we know how you feel.” Dean refused another toke, passed it back to Will, who looked at it, then stubbed it out, frowning.
“…yeah. I thought so, but I ain’t said anything like this before, so I gotta say it at least once. Get it in the open with you.”
“Go on.” I coaxed. His hand moved onto my lap, stroked my dick, started to undo the buttons. I groaned softly.
“…I… I had to check you out ‘cause I wanted to find out if you guys were like me. I mean… I had girls, I like them, but the more I had, the more I thought about what guys… not most guys… just some, well certain guys would be like… Shit Andy, Dean… I’m nervous as hell.” He took a deep, shuddering breath, his strong hands sliding and squeezing my cock clumsily. “I… want… I want to suck you, Andy… an’ I wanna fuck you, Dean… I gotta know if it’s alright with you guys.”
“Yeah.” Dean licked his lips, slowly “Fine by me.”
“Me too.” I nodded, pushed his head gently forward, “It’s Ok… go on…” His lips folded over my cock, teeth scraped “Careful…” I prompted “More tongue, fold your lips forward, yeah… oh, yes.”
Dean leaned forward and slowly swallowed Wills cock. He groaned against my head as Dean started to work him, slowly… too slow to pop just yet.
“Wait… Will, just awhile…” He looked up, eyes scared. I smiled at him reassuringly, stroked his face. I leaned back, dropped my jeans to around my ankles, then turned on the bed and sat on my haunches, leaned back on my arms. “All yours… anything…” I whispered. His hands reached and touched me all over, squeezed my balls, slipped into my ass, his tongue roved and flicked and all the while his beautiful face swallowed more and more of my cock. He figured out I liked his fist gripping my root and pumping me while his mouth sucked at the top all by himself, and very quickly.
“Will… I’m gonna… cum” I hissed in warning. He nodded and sucked harder, trying to ram me further and further into his mouth.
“Ah…” my balls slammed up and I shot into his mouth. He gagged, but hung on, swallowing my load. Luckily, there wasn’t as much as earlier.
“Geez, you taste good.” He said thickly, trying to swallow again.
“How’s he doing there, buddy.” I whispered over to Dean.
“He’s doing good…” Dean looked up, grinning, mouth slick with juice. “I’ll get me some, then it’s your turn.”
Will leaned back, copying my stance while Dean and I licked and nipped at his package. His pubes were silky, the flavour and texture of his root were altogether maddening. His pre-cum tasted spicy, delicious. I sucked and flicked him with my tongue while Dean tugged his clothes down and kneeled in front of Will, twitching his fine ass side to side as Will smeared KY into him and around his ring. Will’s cock was all helmet, flared and ribbed, nailed to a fine, thicker- than-average shaft. He had more veins on his dick than I’d ever seen before, giving it a ribbed, spongy appearance than belied the slick hardness of him when you gripped it. I guided him forward, lined him up with Dean’s man-hole.
He squeezed into Dean straight away and true, his back arched and Will tugged him onto his haunches, kneeling. He moved his hands around and started to rub and stroke every inch of Dean’s body from behind, while slowly stabbing between his meaty buttocks. He grabbed Dean’s cock at the root and I leaned forward to suck it while he pumped. Dean must’ve been as horny as hell because he shot my mouth full after five minutes of good, slow, fucking from Will. My cheeks bulged and I swallowed furiously knowing the wad Dean usually dumped.
Will groaned softly and started to shudder while Dean was coming and another two or three minutes later slammed forward and held Dean whispering “Ohgodohgod…” softly. We untangled ourselves and pulled up our knotted jeans from around our ankles and lay back, enjoying the buzz.
“I didn’t think it would be this… intense.” He whispered when his breathing slowed. He stroked Dean’s hair, rubbed my chest. “Are you guys… together?”
“We good buddies, Will.” Dean murmured sleepily “An’ we do this sometimes as well…” “Wish I had some like you at home.” Will sighed.
“Home… Ah, man…” I sat upright, looking at my watch “We gotta van leaving in fifteen minutes.”
I looked him in the eyes “Hey man, Thanks.”
“No, Thank you.” He stared back earnestly. “You kick ass tomorrow.”
“You’re welcome.” I said breaking his gaze and pulling on my shoes. “We will.” Dean said at the same time, tugging on his sneakers.
Will clicked off the light and we sneaked out the back doors, closing them carefully. There was a faint smell of weed in the air, but as Will promised, there was no way of telling where it was coming from. We sauntered over to the Vans and milled around with the rest of the guys. Less than half were still here.
Bobby, Alex and Sh
ane came through the door about five to and started a head-count. They compared numbers and nodded. The Vans were opened and we climbed in.
Walking over the porch to the room, Shane and Bobby ahead of us, I slipped my hand on Deans’ ass and squeezed. “You guys enjoy the evening?” I slipped my hand lower onto the damp patch of his jeans. Dean just grinned at me sideways, the back of Shane’s neck blushed.
“Damn well hope so.” Bobby yawned, collecting the ash-filled waste bin and waited for us to file into the warm room. As soon as the door closed, we were stripping. Dean crawled in next to the akimbo Mark. I went for a piss in the next room. When I came back I threw off my clothes and crawled into bed.
Unlike Dean I was still a bit wired. I lay on my back for a few minutes before I realized there was less space than there should have been. Bobby was lying next to me as well as the familiar shape on the opposite side of the bed. Bobby’s hand cupped my balls, but I simply didn’t have another hard-on left in me. I nuzzled his temple, reached over and stroked his raging cock only to discover my hand wasn’t the only one doing it. Shane was lying on his bad side, his good arm reaching out and moving over Bobby’s meat. I realized I was surprised to discover the huge line-back was giving his captain a hand-mash.
Mentally, I shrugged and joined Shane in his efforts. He seemed unconcerned by the extra hand and we made double time on Bobby’s huge wick. Bobby sighed softly and his load ran over our hands. Shane spooned Bobby, Bobby spooned me, slicking the back of my thighs with his cooling jizz and I fell asleep.
Chapter Nine
The alarms were buzzing, I sat up, quickly located them in the dark and turned them off. I was awake. Over a year of night shift, you learn quickly. Everyone else was still asleep. I was too quick to dent their dream-time. I fretted while they slept. Bobby and Shane, Dean and Mark.
Nerves, I had a monster case of them. I was starting to play football at a time most men would be at the height of their career. It was a case of me wanting to play because I never gave myself the chance, because I was always too afraid to be reminded of the joy the game gave my dad. How, whenever I picked up a football, he wasn’t there to play with me. Even at twelve years old, I would rather not play and be hurt by the memory of all the good times we had shared and could have shared, than play to my potential and deal with his death. I had begun my lifelong habit of sidestepping the real issue, that I missed him at a time I needed him, I needed someone and began to concentrate on things I could handle, books and calm solitude.