by Caldon Mull
“You OK, there Andy?” He leaned forward “You played a heckuva game.”
“Yeah, just tired and stiff.” I groaned “Reckon I used muscles today I ain’t never used.”
“Got somethin’ for ya.” He mumbled “Don’t move.”
“Don’t think I could if I wanted to.” I groaned, shaking my head to clear the funk. I ached in places I didn’t remember having. The change-room was mostly empty, I had dozed for some time.
“Here ya go. Dr Melker’s Snake oil. I got gallons.”
“Shane, I don’t…” I muttered.
“Quit it, strip and lie down. I owe ya a rub, anyways.” He prodded me with his giant meaty paw. “C’mon.”
I sighed and struggled out my kit and stretched over the split pine bench. “Damn.” I muttered as my cock slipped through the slats and I lay on my nuts. I stuffed them between my spread legs while Shane poured some of the evil ointment into his palms and started rubbing them together.
“You look broke.” He muttered as I rested my head on my arms “but you kicked ass today.” “Yeah.” I sighed “Reckon I did.”
His hand started in the middle of my back and ran up my spine to my shoulders. I felt stars blinking behind my closed eyelids. “Jeeeeezzz…” I muttered as the heat spread into my skin.
“It’ll sting some…” Shane said, chuckling “Now you just hold still.”
He was understating some, my skin was burning without being sore. His hard hands pushed down my back towards my ass, then he pressed his thumbs together and reversed direction squeezing the ridged muscle either side my backbone. He gripped the meat under my shoulder blades, pinched it and ran two fingers and a thumb along it until his hand reached my shoulder blade. The stars became artillery shells.
His massive weight pressed onto the back of my thighs, bare skin. He straddled me and began to push at all the stiff muscles on my back, ass and arms. With the back of his hands he flipped my trailing hair off my back and over my head.
I jerked when I felt him grip the back of my neck and slide his thick fingers up it to bump at the bottom of my skull. I could imagine him snapping my neck like dry wood, but he shushed me and tapped his fingers to show he wasn’t exerting that much pressure. I relaxed and then I began to feel real good. He dug away at my deltoids and I felt my whole body begin to unbind as he worked the trigger points loose.
His weight shifted off me. “I’m getting’ dry. Hold still.” He muttered. His weight lifted and I heard the clink of the bottle off the floor.
“Hey, kid, c’mere.” He growled. There was a yelp of surprise. I opened my eyes, craned my head. Shane stood holding the wrists of a boy in his one hand. The kid’s feet about two feet off the floor. He must’ve been about eighteen, blonde and dressed in sneakers, shorts and a vest. A sack of towels and jock- straps spilled on the floor next to his feet.
“You bin watchin’” Shane glared at the kid dangling from his fist.
“Uh….” The kid stammered. Even from here I could see the tent in his shorts.
“I see ya little perv, eh?” Shane growled with his best game face, or not… I could never tell with him “Ya like watchin’ jocks? Makes you all tingly, don’t it?” Shane reached down his spare hand and flicked the kid’s boner with his middle finger.
“Mist… Ow!” the kid quailed, his voice breaking “Didn’t mean…”
“Quit it!” Shane hissed “Ain’t ya gonna speak unless I says… Gottit!” The kid gulped then nodded. “An I ain’t gonna break ya if ya does what I says, gottit! I might even lets ya down.”
The kid nodded, gulped, but his shorts stretched tighter, a spot appearing in the front of the thin nylon.
“Go lie onna floor, I ain’t finished with my buddy.” Shane menaced, his thick muscles standing out in flat ridges. The kid nodded, pale as a sheet. He bunched up on the floor, then saw my cock hanging through the bench and his eyes widened.
Shane retrieved the bottle and straddled my legs again. He resumed his assault on my body with fresh heat, muttering low under his voice to the intimidated kid.
“Ya like seein’ muscle like this kid, makes ya hot don’t it? All that beef in the same place, hot and sweaty. Betcha smell them jocks ‘afore ya dump ‘em, don’t ya?”
The kid blushed, looked guilty. I groaned as Shane started on a particular set he hadn’t worked before. The kid’s eyes bolted to my dangling cock and I could feel it start to thicken between the slats. Shane must’ve noticed the kids stare, because his voice changed timbre.
“Ya see it there kid, looks good don’t it?” He crooned softly, his fingers dug into my buttocks, squeezing the tendons like used toothpaste tubes. I gasped. “Betcha you can’t wait to taste it. Betcha Andy’s gotta be the only one of those you’ve seen, eh kid? Betcha ya wanna put it in your mouth and taste it, eh kid? Betcha you’re just waitin’ for me ta tell ya, eh kid?”
The kid’s pale face started to glow pink, his eyes flicking up to Shane and back to my hard cock. “Whadd’ya say Andy…” Shane leaned back off my legs, and then slid back to bend my knees. My feet rested on his six-pack and I could feel his cock press into my ball sack, rock-hard.
I knew he could see my hard length between my spread thighs, I also knew he could see my cornhole inches away from the end of his cock. I couldn’t figure what turned him on most.
“Uhn… yeah…” I groaned as another dollop of hot muck seared my hamstrings. “…yeah…”
“So kid,” Shane murmured hoarsely “Ya makin’ me feel uncomfortable, being nekkid an’ when I’m uncomfortable, I’m mean… unnerstand?” The kid’s eyes widened in fear and he nodded quickly, his cock had pulled into side relief, smearing stickiness into a two-inch stain along the front of his thin shorts. “So you gonna blow that cock, boy!” Shane growled “Then my buddy won’t be mean, an’ then I think of things you c’n do for me that won’t make me mean, gottit!” The boy nodded quickly, eyes mesmerized by our crotches. “Then we don’t gotta tell no- one ya perved us while I was rubbing down my buddy here…”
“Y… yessir…” the boy licked his lips, staring at Shane’s fat meat.
“I didn’t tell ya could talk!” Shane snapped. Paling, the boy nodded jerkily.
“Good.” Shane gloated “Now on ya back, boy. Get all slippery with the toe jam and the soap water, that’s good… good, now take the end of my buddies cock in your mouth…” I shivered as the boy’s hot wetness slipped over my dick, tongue flailing. Shane continued to dig into my hamstrings and up my calves with his strong thumbs. He could watch the kid between my legs and the slats “Now suck… yeah, good boy, ain’t gonna hurt ya if ya keep doing it like that…yeah…” Shane’s hand rested on my buttock, crept towards my cornhole, I shivered from the kid’s tongue-bath and from anticipation of Shane’s thumbs’ destination. I turned my head to watch the kids six-half inch boner twitch under his sopping shorts.
His clothes clung to him like a second skin as he rolled on the floor on the drip-mats. I arched my back as a thick, lubricated thumb plunged into my ring, deep into me only stopping when it reached beyond the last knuckle, riding on the web. It hooked inside me, pressing on my prostate, while the spread of Shane’s fingers gripped the meat of my ass-cheek.
Shane crooned breathlessly “Yeah kid, doing good… I can see your sweet mouth sucking that fat tube-steak, I c’n almost feel it doing mine with that candy-mouth… don’t swallow the spit kid, just let it run out your mouth… I like watching you wet like this… maybe ya won’t be so dirty if ya washed like this…” The kid had got bold. His hand reached up and steadied my cock, while he ran his tongue between my foreskin and my slick head. Shane’s thumb was sawing in and out my ass in a slippery mixture of oil and sweat, it really felt very, very good.
I could feel my hard nipples grinding against the bench slats. I started to ride them into the wood, the pressure mounting. Shane’s other hand gripped my balls and started to squeeze them relentlessly. They felt like marbles, they were so hard. “Yeah, boy�
� my buddy doesn’t feel mean no more, he’s feeling very good… Yeah, I like that he feels good… ya doing a good job…ya a good bitch” Shane groaned. His finger stopped thrusting and found the throbbing bud inside me and started to press… and press… and press in time to his squeezing my balls. I gripped the side of the bench, rubbing my chest into the wood, feeling a huge cum-quake approaching.
Shane panted “Ya gonna get it now boy, pull back and let me see him drop his load on yer sweet, wet candy-mouth. Let me watch ya hot pink kitten-tongue suck that wad… mind yer don’t swallow it boy, mind ya don’t spill a damned drop…”
I felt my body go stiff, lock up. The pulse of Shane’s cock stabbing me on the sweaty strip of flesh between my ass and the bottom of my balls, slippery with its own juice… the soft wet hotness that slipped and slapped my throbbing dick, the warm, sweet pressure of a thick thumb flicking my soft insides and the rough dryness grating my tiny nipples all mounted at once. My abdomen pulsed, bunching six-pack and lower groin, a single steel-tensioned movement, and I sprayed like a shotgun down the kids curled tongue onto his face, over his lips. Another pulse and spots danced before my eyes. I bit into the flesh of my arm not to make too much noise, my head hung over the bench, I could see my cum half-filling the kid’s open mouth. The fifth spasm squeezed a thick string of goo out of the end of my cock and I was finished. I watched as it drooled out and coiled on the boy’s face.
“Ya bring it here, boy… ya bring it all up here…” Shane murmured, releasing my balls and retrieving his thumb. I rolled onto my back and watched, exhausted, fascinated. The kid inched out, mouth open and swimming with my jism. Shane stood, his thick, angry looking meat almost parallel to his packed smooth body with its crew-cut almost-invisible blonde pubes. He leaned down and ran his fingers into the boys’ mouth, along the lips, over his tongue.
“Good…” He muttered, sucking a finger-tip “Ya done real good… Swallow.” The teen gulped twice, three times. I watched his adams apple bob as he made a meal of my cum “Ya eat all that cum, boy… “ Shane grabbed the back of the boys tangled wet hair and pulled his face closer to the end of his fat cock “…now ya gonna eat all mine and I ain’t gonna be mean no more…” He started to face-fuck the boy, sweat running down his body, he leaned further and further forward over the boys head, his huge hands pushing on the top of it, his eyes staring at me, pupils huge.
After ten thrusts he leaned back and moved his hands to the boys cheeks. His hips bucked back and he pressed the very tip of his head against the boys bottom lip. “…Gonna watch me feed ya… such a sweet mouth… such a good bitch… Uhnnnn…” His cock bobbed and I watched him watch a stream of his chunky jizz gush into the boy’s wide-open and extremely stretched mouth. Every one of his thick muscles twitched and his bent head watched his load disappear into the kid’s mouth. “Swallow… good, here’s more… swallow… good baby… yeah, yeah… I like that”
With a deep sigh, Shane threw his head back and grinned at the ceiling. With the boy’s head still clamped between his huge hands he looked down and said “Now we all need a shower. C’mon” He helped the teen up, who was still sporting a throbbing hard-on and the three of us walked through to the deserted shower heads.
Shane switched on a hot tap and thrust the boy under it, clothes and all, rinsing the grime and grubby water out of his clothes. The kid looked slightly dazed, but his cock still jutted in his shorts. In three quick movements Shane had stripped the boy and held him gently under his arm like a beer keg. His tiny rose-pink pucker flashed me. Putting him on his feet, Shane handed the dazed teen a bar of soap and said “You get ta wash me good, kid. Ask Andy here nicely if ya c’n do him too.”
The kid grinned suddenly and looked me over, quirked an eyebrow at me. I nodded while Shane stood with his arms raised and let the kid soap him all over. I stood waiting my turn while the boys worshipful hands and clever fingers touched, tugged, tweaked and scrubbed every inch of Shane’s body, and then he moved under the hot water for a rinse while I copied Shane’s posture and let the kid do the same to me.
His raging shaved cock looked painful, the skin so tight it looked like it would split. As I took his hands and showed him how to slip under my foreskin to clean it, it twitched and started to spray his fresh boy-cum all over my belly. I held him while his mouth shaped an “O” as he came silently and hugely. As his body trembled, he leaned against me for support. I stroked his hair while he came and hugged him gently. Shane looked over his shoulder at us, grinned and winked. I helped the kid on his rubbery legs to where Shane stood and together we soaped the kid down and left him to rinse himself and turn off the water. We had probably made the kids jack-off fantasies for the whole season by the way he smiled at us and waved shyly as we left. I waved back, but Shane kept walking as if not wanting to look back as we left the shower heads.
“Nah, don’t… you’ll break Ollies’ fantasy.” He whispered. “Ollie?
“My cousin. He asked for that… special, like some time ago. I thought I could help out this year, now he’s old enough.”
“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you.”
“I take care of my kin, I don’t gotta judge, and I don’t gotta ‘pprove of what they want.” Shane grinned suddenly “But if’n it’s all good clean fun and there’s no harm, then what the fuck.”
We dressed quietly and quickly and headed over the road at a quick jog to the Bar where no-one had noticed us straggle, dumped our tog bags and had a drink with the rest of the guys and the Local Boys, who, while sullen were hanging on our description of the game, taking notes mentally.
Burgers were brought into the bar, and both the Local team and us wolfed them down as soon as the trays came in. I could swear I could taste some oregano in the patties. The burgers were some of the best I had ever eaten. It would seem that Mama supported football in as many ways as she could. Must be nice for a town to have a tradition like that.
Shortly after noon we left. Somewhere in the first few minutes after we left town, I fell asleep curled up against Shane with his huge arm wrapped around my shoulders. The hour or so back home passed in a few seconds for me.
“Hey, Andy, we home…” A voice murmured in my ear. Shane. I blinked and sat up, tugging my beanie straight. He leaned over to get his tog bag at my feet, looked up at me slyly and winked. I smiled sleepily back at him and mouthed ‘thanks’ while he grinned and heaved off our seat. With him gone, I stretched my numb legs for the first time in over an hour and waited for the pins-and-needles to finish, hopping from one leg to another while they stung and danced through my veins. The guys were disappearing quickly, melting into the mist and parked cars or lifts as if by magic. The weather was really dark and miserable.
The Van emptied its contents into the mist and cool drizzle, the Alex and Bobby hooted twice and drove off to return them to their owners, their lights were cones thrusting into the thick air, leaving gloom and dark behind them. At the far side of the asphalt, I saw Michel’s truck, engine idling and park lights on.
I stumbled over to it on still tingling legs, grinning hugely at seeing him curled up in the drivers’ seat listening to Rodriguez and flipping through a girlie magazine. I rapped on the window and he looked up and smiled back. Popping the door he bounced out and gave me a bear hug.
“Ow! Careful…” I winced while he spun me around and around and shook his head, muttering. “They sure got your number, partner.” He grinned. “What didn’t they break?” he laughed.
“Not much. Not much.” I groaned, slinging the bag into the wet flatbed. “Well, move right in, we’re three up.” He blew into his hands.
“Oh.” I shrugged, regretted it instantly. “Ow.”
“Yeah, Barker couldn’t make it, so we get to take Dean back.”
“Oho, yes. And…?” I put my hands into my pockets.
“It’s not like that.” Michel sniffed, fake-indignant. “His brother got a guest over and asked me if we could put him up for tonight. He goes back to
the dorm tomorrow, so it’s just for tonight.” Michel suddenly looked worried, “… but I gotta ask if it’s OK with you… I hadn’t… I mean…”
“Relax, buddy.” I patted him on his shoulder “These things you don’t gotta ask, we’re all friends.” I looked over to where Dean stood in the almost-empty car-park, hands in pockets, scuffing his tog bag watching for his lift to drive up. His fringe drooped in the wet, covered one eye and most of his cheek. It suddenly struck me how alone he looked, how anxious and lost.
I had always known him as brash, confident, cock-sure even. It hadn’t struck me that he could have the same fears and little insecurities that I had. I guess when you get to know someone so intensely over such a short while, you tend to forget it takes time for all of their selves to open up to you. For some reason, my heart ached in my chest and I couldn’t stand seeing him there, like that.
“Go on, stud.” I sighed at Michel, who fidgeted, looking anxious “Go and fetch him. It’s OK. Really.” He beamed at me suddenly and loped off the odd-hundred yards to where Dean stood. They chatted awhile, I could see Dean’s smile from here, when Michel grabbed his tog bag from him and walked purposely towards his truck. Dean jogged after, and fell into pace next to him and then slowly walked over while I slid along the seat to the far side of the cab.
“Hey Andy!” Michel called from ten yards away “Lookit what I found.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I mock-grumbled “Every stray from here to Dry County…”
“We get to take it home and feed it…” Michel put on his most charming grin “Pleeeeeezzzze can I, huh, huh?”
“Hey.” Dean grinned bouncing into the cab “You not too knocked up?”
“Nah, buddy.” I smiled wanly “I’m sure I’ll get better.”
“I saw you lights out after we hit the road.” Dean settled in as Michel gunned the motor. “Did I tell you they spoke of nothing else but your almost famous forty-yard dash. Man, you can smoke them.”