by Caldon Mull
“Nah.” the forwards generally were free.
“Nope.” the defence likewise.
“So, we leave in a bus I managed to get on each Friday night an’ we play a Saturday and a Sunday. This might be a Bush League, but I managed to get the dates, consid’ring the Flood an’ all that. We got the rooms booked already, now all we need to do is make sure we stay focused. We need to live in each others heads for awhile. So, we each get two other guys an’ we stick to them like glue, an’ I mean it. One of you gotta take a shit, you all do. One of you gotta jerk off, you all do. I reckon we got the game down pat, now we just gotta know better’n anybody how we fit together, so we can do it in our sleep... considering how we gonna be dead tired towards the end of the season.”
“We gotta play in our sleep because half the time we are gonna be like that.” Alex shrugged looking the guys over. “Anyone not in? Candy-asses gotta leave now before it gets mighty cramped fer awhile.”
The showers were silent as we all looked each other over. I cleared my throat “I’m in. I reckon this town could use some more heroes ‘bout now. Whatever it takes, I’m good for it...” The rest of the boys growled assent.
“What’s good with half-jobs anyway?” Shane growled “You got me Cappy, body and soul.”
“Ehhh... nah!” Bobby grinned “I dunno who you sold yer soul to, to get that cock o’ yours, I guess I’ll just do ta take the body, don’t want no truck with Dark Nick there. I hear’n he doesn’t like competition.”
“Heh!” Shane blushed, grinning “Y’know what I mean.” The rest of the guys chuckled and slapped his huge shoulders, snickering loudly.
“Well, then,” Alex growled “man-mountain said it, but I don’t hear nuthin’ from the rest a’ ya. What’s it gonna be!”
“We with ya!” The team yelled.
“This is our time!” Bobby punched the air “Ain’t never gonna be agin’. So... who’s with us!”
“We are!!!” The boys rattled on the benches and slammed the locker doors.
“Cool!” Bobby grinned and waved for silence. “I’ll have the postings on th’ notice board outside the locker rooms by next Friday night. Next week we on th’ coach.”
Alex grinned suddenly “I hear there are goin’ to be scouts this season, suddenly take notice of us good ol’ boys chasing up the games. This may be the one boys...” He sighed, looked faraway for an instant. “C’mon, get dressed. It’s late! Throw yer pencil-dicks into some jeans and let’s get outa here. Time enough to gather wool later. Yer done with ‘em, eh, Cappy?”
“Yip, buddy, all done.” Bobby grinned at Alex, then leaned over and mussed his damp hair. “Hey, hey...” Alex grinned and side-stepped, snapping Bobby’s dick-head with a flick of his towel. “Don’t muss the crew-cut, I gotta look good for the scouts.”
“Owww...” Bobby yelped grabbing his stinging cock. The guys grinned seeing them horse around. By now I was mostly dressed and many of the others were leaving.
“Cappy, you gonna get a lift back?” I tugged my head through my wifebeater.
“Yeah, thanks.” Bobby grinned scooting to his locker. “I’ll be out to switch off the lights real quick.”
I hefted my kit and stood outside near the bleachers while the guys filed past, slapping my ass or giving me a quick touch before they sped off to where-ever they were going to. It seemed they all had to touch me somehow, as if I was their luck. I grinned at them and said goodnight to the ones whose names I knew. Half a season later and there were still some of the defence whose names were beyond me, I should change that.
“Ready.” Bobby’s voice came to me soon after the lights went out. “Let’s go home, pizza- man.”
Later, when we were lying together, plastered with our mingled sweat, I told him what had happened at the Company today. He nuzzled my ear and just listened, breathing deeply and nipping my earlobe occasionally. I finished and then he told me about his day while I ran my fingers through his sweat-damped stubble.
“So y’think I should do it random?” Bobby leaned over to stare in my eyes, thoughtfully. “Hmmm, what random?” I sighed happily and looked back at his ice-blue gaze. “Y’know... pairing the guys up.” Bobby nibbled his lower lip. “I would hate to spend the next few weeks... y’know... without you.”
“Hoskins... are you... jealous?” I grinned, then realized he was being serious. His eyes looked worried, nervous.
“Well... Aaaahh...” Bobby looked like he was going to lie.
“Don’t answer that.” I kissed his forehead quickly. “If you are going to put a whole lot of horny studs into close proximity for such a long time, there may be some... thing... going on with them after awhile if that’s what you’re thinking. But lover, if you’re putting them together to mesh them, then it doesn’t matter who and what’s up with them. If you purposely pair us up, then the whole exercise is shot to hell, ‘cos you’re rolling a loaded dice.”
“Naw, well... the idea was to make us close enough so they won’t be able to read any definite patterns with our plays.” Bobby sighed, still looking worried.
“Why change that, sounds like good logic?” I licked his eyebrow, tasted salty drops, running the edge of a flat tongue over the fine hair of his brow.
“Well, uh...” Bobby sighed, closing his eyes. I pulled him closer, his heart beat steadily against my ribs. “Ok, Ok... I’m a little jealous. I’d hate to think of you bunking down with someone else. I don’t know if... well, if I got it from someone else how you would... ahhh... what I mean...”
“Hey!” I squeezed him with my arm “You think I’m gonna drop you as soon as I taste another ass? What’s up witchu?”
“I... no...” Bobby nibbled his lip again “Well... maybe.”
“Hmmm.” I thought furiously, trying to sort the rush of feelings I suddenly felt spurt through my adrenals.
“You gone quiet.” Bobby said after a few minutes. He struggled to move away “I’ve pissed you off!” he whispered “Shit, I’m such a fuckup...”
“Stay...here...” I growled through gritted teeth and squeezed my arm tight around his body. He yelped and stopped moving. “Look at me.” I ordered. When his worried eyes met mine again, I locked my gaze and took deep breaths until I was calm and could order my thoughts. “Just... fuckin’... wait...” I whispered hoarsely “Just...”
Bobby swallowed once, nodded and then stole an arm around my ribs and smoothed the hair in my right pit while I sought to order the rush in my head. Bobby loved my hair, and this single soothing motion helped a lot to focus the rush of emotion I felt. I’m sure this wasn’t a conscious action on his behalf, more an extension of his love of my body. A need for reassurance, unconsciously trying to coax it from me.
I took a deep breath and leaned forward to kiss the end of his nose. “I’m ready to say something now.” I murmured “This feelings thing takes some getting used to. Just listen, and wait until I’m finished. OK?” Bobby nodded, closed his eyes and kissed my nipple. He looked at me as I drew a shuddering breath. The surging feelings pooled, became still. “See... I don’t mind if you’re gonna get it... or if I’m gonna. I don’t trust you... that way.” He flinched, but I hugged him gently “I trust you different. I trust in what I feel for you bein’ sumthin’ no one else in the world can give you... ever. I know that what you give me, no-one else ever has, an’ I can’t see myself chasin’ tail trying to make them into ...you.
“Look, Mourning Song, I do love you. You might think it’s ‘cos you said you loved me first, an’ I jest went on and ‘fessed up because it was the right thing to do, well fuck that shit! It ain’t so. I was gonna tell ya anyway, ‘ceptin’ you beat me to it...” A sigh escaped his lips “You ain’t just a horsedick an’ a sweet ass to me, you’re MY Bobby-Lee Hoskins, you’re MY Mourning Song.
“There ain’t nothing and no-one who’s gonna be you with me... you’re more than that. Now... you might be thinking ‘what would I think’ with this whole team thing, an’ I’ll tell you... whether yo
u want to hear or not. I think...” I took another deep breath and rubbed the back of his neck slowly, gently “I think that if you think this is a good thing, then it is. You know a whole fuck- load more than you think you do, lover. You’re smarter than you think an’ you’re a much better judge of character than you’re willing to take credit for.
“If I thought for one minute that I would lose that trust with you by sticking my dick somewhere else that’d make you mad, I’d rip off my own nuts... An’ because of that, I reckon I trust you to do the same. I trust you to be smart, an’ to be careful... an’ to be you. We don’t gotta speak about it if’n you don’t want to... but I trust in my love for you, an’ I reckon that’s gonna be a huge fuck-up to break that one, sumthin’ you don’t got in you.”
“Andy...” Bobby whispered while I trailed off, panting with the strength of my feelings. “Andy, I do think it’s a good thing to mesh the team. I do think that it should be anyone. The forwards know the forwards an’ they do good there, and the defence knows the defence an’ they do the same. The guys know each other in their groups and with their buddies... but there’s no cross-hatch, no depth beyond that. I was hoping that this would work better... an’ Alex agrees.”
“There.” I sighed and kissed him deeply, slowly. “You’re doubting yourself again. You shouldn’t.”
“Yeah.” He grinned wryly “I guess.”
“Hmmmmm.” I yawned, the exertion of the lovemaking and the rush of emotion I had experienced had left me drained, and I started to drift off. I dropped my arm away from him and he snuggled again, running his hand over the silken fur of my belly, his body expertly melding into the contours of mine at my side. Shielded against the night, I hit a deep, restful place... somewhere I was getting used to being. Sighing happily, I kissed the crown of my lover’s head and slept.
I sauntered through the Living Room in a haze. The morning was hot and close and my skin was sticky. I got to the kitchen and grabbed my mug and swigged it down. The shock knocked me back to full consciousness.
“Yeugh...” I spluttered. “What the fu...!”
“It’s green tea.” Michel stated matter-of-factly from the bench outside the kitchen door. “I’ve changed our diet for the season.”
“But...” I spluttered and walked outside to the porch. “But... my coffee...”
“Stop arguing an’ sit down.” He grinned at me. “you c’n have some in another hour. Not now. You’ll need to hydrate some an’ give your kidneys a break.” He was sitting in among a huge pile a papers and charts, studying them intently. He had a towel wrapped around his waist that had sagged somewhat, his torso gleamed with a fine layer of sweat.
“Where’s Cappy an’ The Kid?” I grunted and sat down as he asked.
“They went out on some mission.” Michel shrugged, the towel settled in his lap giving me a glimpse of the top of his bush “They’ll be back when they done, I guess. I want you to look at this, you with me yet?”
“Yeah, ‘m ‘wake.” I grunted, taking the paper he’d handed over. “What’s this?”
“It’s the material plan for the Lodge.” Michel sat back and rubbed his eyes, grinning “The budget is good. We ain’t gonna scrimp on quality, but it’s also come in cheaper than I thought.”
“Good.” I grunted. “I think the more local labour we get in, the better. You sure they can do a good job?”
“Oh, absolutely.” Michel shrugged. “It’s not like this is anything new to them. Granted, the skills haven’t been in use for some time on this scale, but they’re there. What we should do for the earth-moving is get gangs of guys in to do the job and save the ‘dozing for the finishing touches. It’d actually be quicker. When we pour the concrete slab for the main building, the guys would already have experience with the site. Less chance for a fuckup.”
“It’d be quicker, too.” I leaned back on the bench. “Spread the cash around. Kinda like Teddy’s ‘New Deal’. I s’ppose with the Mill closing, it is kinda like a recession. Y’think there’ll be enough work with this project to keep everyone in work.”
“Heck, yes.” Michel looked at me strangely. “After the building, there’ll be maintenance and repairs, there’ll be new buildings that’d need erecting as we get a clearer picture of whose gonna come and why. We got guys scouting for good trees over the county, we got others planting replacement seedlings. Enough work for the guys we got for nine inch... er... I mean, twenty years.” Michel tapped his teeth with the end of his pencil and looked distracted “We would need to do something about the Preserve, though Andy.”
“What you mean?” I gulped the tea, stood up stretched. Michel’s eyebrows quirked, I realized I was still buck naked.
“Hmmm. Turn around quickly.” Michel looked on as I did so. “Your body’s changed. You got some ass for a change, dimples too. The rip is way hot, cords everywhere. You down to what, ten percent BFI, eight? An’ you picked up those fifteen pounds you lost?”
“Dunno, think so. Clothes are a bit snug, come to think on it... What you mean ‘got some ass’?” I grabbed my buttocks. They did feel meatier.
“Well, they used to be... like flapjacks on a dinner plate. Now they’re like croissants. Now you got ass-dimples. All that sprinting and side-stepping, I guess. Crunch a bit for me?” I did as he asked, balling my fists on my hips and crunching my abs. “Wow... awesome. I can see every oblique and that cut groin effect is... something.” Beads of sweat rose on Michels upper lip, the towelling bunched in his lap twitched.
“Uh, Michel... the preserve?” I walked through into the kitchen to grab some coffee, and to give him some time to compose himself.
“Yes... uh... ah, the Preserve.” Michel cleared his throat and spoke to me while I was spooning the grounds into the pot inside the house. “The game is pretty wiped out years ago. If ...umm... we can get some game in, like wildlife, we can punt ...ah... the Lodge as an ‘eco’ destination. Some of the trees up the bank are hundreds of years old, an’ there’re some caves as well. Black Bear should be able to help us get some or other plan with that. I’m sure there are proper foresters and trappers we can get to help. Except ...ah... this time they’d be putting stuff into the Preserve and not really working it. Some... um... trailblazers to ah... ”
“Buddy, you OK?” I stepped through the door with my prize, a steaming brew of joe “Sounds like you can’t breathe.”
“No, not that.” Michel looked up, smiled ruefully, flushed. “I just... fuck... you make me so horny... I can’t think straight. I just wasn’t expecting this reaction, today. Now.” I looked down at where his hand was trying to press his hard-on out of sight, unsuccessfully. “Thing is, it shouldn’t... I get lots with the Kid, and it’s good.”
“Yeah.” I felt tingling in my groin, I didn’t have to look down to know what that meant. “Me too.” I took a swig of my coffee, then walked over to the table and put it down on top of all the papers. He sat there squirming “So, the preserve?”
“Ah... yeah... um. The preserve...” Michel blinked, trying to focus.
“Oh, fer fucks sake, buddy!” I stood and moved over to him, placed my hands on the railing behind him “Lick my chest, why don’cha?” He obliged greedily, his hands running over the tensed muscle on my back and sides “When we done, we can get back to the preserve with clear heads.”
“Yeah, sounds good.” Michel moaned, muffled as his lips slid over my pectorals to my nipple.
He got as far as my navel when I felt a hot spray hit the skin of my inner thighs and lower groin. He’d blown his load without touching himself. His hands were constantly sliding over my muscle ridges, backs, sides, abs... anywhere they could touch me... oh and my buttocks. My newest feature had him absolutely enthralled, he squeezed the ridge, slurped at the sweat in the hollow of my gluteus medius, muttering happily about ‘dimples’ and tonguing all the way up the tendon creases of my thighs and groin.
“Damn, you must’ve needed that.” I groaned as he started licking up his wad and taking l
ong laps at the underside of my cock.
“What I need to be... is in you.” he growled and scooted off the bench. “Don’t move, Big Guy... I’m coming in.”
I stood braced as he scooted out from the cage I had made with my arms and lined up behind me, his hand roving constantly over my skin, leaving super-sensitive after-tracks over the sweat of my body where the calluses of his palms scraped.
The hardness and heat of his torso felt welded to me as he pressed in against my back, glued there by our sweat. The slimy, burning heat of his fuck-meat poised against my ring as his right hand gripped my hip bone and his left ran up and down my torso. His knuckles bounced off my washboard torso as he stroked. “Wow! Cum gutters.” He moaned as sucked at the join between my shoulder trapezoids and neck, then licked at the soft skin behind my left ear.
“Say I can, please... C’mon Andy...” He groaned hoarsely, his right hand bouncing my hips back forcing my ass half-on and half-off the head of his fat cock with each bounce. It was maddening, a red mist rose behind my closed eyelids as my body started trembling in lust and the morning sun finally broke over the hills to shine directly on the porch.
“Hell yes, Mano... pack me full.” He did, in a single fluid movement he went from pressing and teasing outside me, to a huge, thick red-hot burning pressure inside me. The mingled runnels of sweat and his slick load from just minutes before glided his rod into me like a thunderclap. “Oh... my g...” I drew in a trembling breath and started to make noises.
The full sunlight prickled on my face and body as Michel near lifted my braced body off the ground and slammed into me with a ferocity of need I had never had with him before. Each stun- inducing slam of his hips squirted a jet of my clear-cum out of the top of my cock. I watched in amazement as his thrusts caused the towel in front of me to start collapsing onto itself with damp-stains.