by Caldon Mull
“Damn! A superman pee.” Shane hitched his groin again.
“Whazzat?” I mumbled, fumbling with the keys to our room.
“You know, when you gotta stretch out and point your belly at the can, like this…”
“Heh!” I grinned at him, as the door opened “Well, in ya go, you got first shot at the WC.”
“Ah… Andy?” Paul stood in the room looking at the bed “There’s … ah…”
“Hmmm…” I looked at the Queen-sized bed, trying to work out what he was on about. “Ah… there’s… ah…” Paul shrugged suddenly and dumped his kit down.
“Yeah, right.” I figured it out in my drowsy way “Only one. Heck Flash, what goes on tour stays on tour, I guess. That a problem?”
“Ah… No… ah.” Paul grinned shyly, shrugged and shook his head. “No.”
“‘Kay. Sure?” I sat down and started to shuck my clothes. The waterfall sounds in the bathroom were dripping to an end, Shane sighed loudly in relief as my boots thumped to the floor. “Hey Tank, left or right side?”
“Ahhh… I’ll take right.” Shane groaned and sighed again. “You gonna sleep nekkid, or with shorts?”
“Shorts, I think.” I pulled my shirt off, watching Paul shift from foot to foot nervously “Flash here looks the modest type.”
“OK, shorts it is.” Shane lumbered through, shedding clothes. “But if I get my sack twisted in them boxers tonight, tomorrow we commando, gettit?”
“Sure, either way.” I grinned watching Paul blush. I made sure he got a full flash of my torso, while Shane wasn’t really hiding any of his huge ripped muscles as he kicked his stuff into a pile and sat down on the edge of his side, mattress groaning in a protest of springs. I dropped my jeans and joined Shane on the bed. Paul still fretted near the pile of kit.
“Y’know, Flash… I’m tired.” Shane yawned hugely “Andy and me ain’t gonna fuck yer…‘less’n you ask real nice… an’ then not tonight at any rate. I guess what yer gotta do is strip to yer skinnies an’ squeeze in. We c’n sleep then.”
“Um…” Paul blushed again and started to peel off his clothes. He had a really good body, smooth and lean, not too much definition, but a nice hard shape and flat boyish muscle. When he shucked his jeans, we noticed he wasn’t wearing any shorts. His dark, tangled mass of bush sprung clear of his fly and he slid the jeans off.
“Oh, so that’s the problem.” Shane yawned. The bed groaned again as he slipped off his shorts and tossed them at Paul who cupped his groin, blushing.
“Not any more.” I did likewise and clicked off the light at my side. “You squeeze in an’ then we get some fucking sleep. All for one, one itch all scratch an’ all that shit… remember?” Shane’s light went out and Paul crept over the mattress between us and pulled in under the quilt. He sucked in his breath as his skin slid along ours as he stretched out. The bed creaked again and bounced as Shane rolled on to his right side and with a deep sigh, slumped into regular, deep breathing.
I rolled onto my left side and closed my eyes. Paul’s warm skin maintained contact all down my back, I could feel his arm, his hip and his thigh. They thrummed with tension. “Just relax, OK? Get some fuckin’ sleep, Flash or you gonna be toast tomorrow.”
“Andy.” He whispered back “I ain’t never been this close to guys before, okay? What if… what…”
“Hey, Paul.” I groaned sleepily “Fuck the ‘what if’ shit. We all gonna have morning hard- ons, we all gonna fart in our sleep, an’ if one of us has a wet dream, we all gonna smell like that load. Tank an’ me both cool with that. We done it before. Ain’t no secrets here, that’s the point. Whatever you are is real good with us already, so stop screwing the pooch and get some shut- eye.”
Paul took a deep breath, then sighed. I could feel the tension leech out of his skin. “I don’t got a really big pecker, you know.” He joked sleepily.
“I’m sure it works fine, buddy.” I yawned “That’s important. So are the games this weekend. So is getting some sleep. Sweet dreams, kid.”
“Yeah, you too, Thanks, man.” Paul murmured quietly.
“Hmmm…” I woke up and stretched, feeling good. I took my bearing on the morning and lay quietly thinking about the league games we had planned. Paul had rolled onto his side, facing me and his arm was draped around my waist. Shane had spooned him, Paul’s dark hair a smudge against the hollow of his enormous chest, at his throat. Both were sleeping peacefully. A cloud of crisp man-musk hovered in the room from our bodies. The head of my cock throbbed against Paul’s fore-arm and I could feel his moist spongy heat doing the same against the back of my right knee. I grinned in the dark. I’m sure Paul wasn’t quite as used to the naturalness I felt with all of these sensations, but the guy was a trooper and a good sport. I shifted slightly to try and sit up in bed, my stirring woke him.
“Hmmm.” He mumbled and blinked his eyes open.
“Hey, Hi.” I whispered and stopped moving. “I was getting up.”
“Hmm, yeah.” He yawned. His eyes registered brief panic “That’s my hand…”
“…on my dick. Don’t sweat it, probably moved when I tried to get up.” I whispered “It happens.”
“Oh… sorry.” He licked dry lips, tried to smile to cover his nervousness.
“Don’t be. Feels quite good, you wanna squeeze a bit there sport, make some effort…” I joked, realizing I would need that piss before anything.
“Heh.” He grinned “Isn’t as bad as I thought. Y’know what Shane got between my hamstrings?”
“I c’n guess. We bunked before, I tol’ ya.” I grinned. He’d actually squeezed my tube-steak and was running his hand lightly over the length, more curious than sexual.
“Jeez Andy, where you get this?” Paul gasped. “The boys talk in the showers, an’ I peek with the best’a them… but this is… it’s…”
“Lucky, I guess.” I shrugged and switched on the bedside lamp. “Have a look, but I gotta pee soon, so don’t get disappointed if I gotta go away, deal?”
“Ah… yeah, deal.” Paul moved the covers off and stared intently, prodding and squeezing the length of my hard-on. I had to grin, the kid was so… serious, so clinical. I wasn’t finding this a turn-on, more of an anatomy lesson. “I don’t want you to think… I’m not…”
“Nah kid, I don’t.” I shrugged and smoothed his fringe back from his face “I reckon its natural to be curious… maybe even turned on… I also think that it’s normal for a whole lotta other things too, but we not gonna talk about that, I gotta piss now, ‘kay?”
“Yeah… and thanks.” Paul started to slide from under Shane into the space I left.
“You welcome.” I grinned, holding my cock to stop it bobbing and picked my way over the heaps of clothes “You also ask Tank anything as well, we all cool with that. We s’pposed to be learning about each other anyways, why stop the lessons with jus’ football?”
“Fuck it, I gotta pee too.” Paul groaned as he sat up and all the pressure finally aligned. “You got place at the head.”
“Yeah, c’mon over.” I tried to point but couldn’t. I realized what Shane was saying as I pressed my arm against the wall and spread my legs out. “Up, up and awaaaayyyy… fuckin’ superman pee. That’s funny, now I get it.”
“Heh. Paul had mirrored my posture “Aaaahhhh… god!”
I grinned at him, and together we emptied out. I decided to actually look him over, while we were in such an undignified but practical position.
“Nah, its’ not small.” I sniffed, nonchalant “You jus’ fishing for compliments. You might wanna trim the bush a bit though, you ever did?”
“Nah. When the boys said only fags shaved their pubes… and then Dean did ‘pro’lly to spite them all… I jus’ …couldn’t.” I carried on my inspection, now that he was aware of me looking at him, looking at him. Buried under the tangle of long wavy hair was a thick base that tapered off into a decent size head. He was about six inches, with the head being pretty much the same s
ize of the shaft at the end. His crown flared upwards sharply, giving the overall effect of both snub and angular at the same time, like he could open bottle-caps with it. What was unusual about him was the tube underneath was extremely distinct, like his cock had three sections. His balls were carried high, of a decent size, his sack was a light colour, the same as the pale skin under his pubes.
“Hmmm, kinky…” Shane stepped between us, grabbed a buttock from both Paul and myself with a meaty ‘thwack’ and proceeded to piss into the bowl with his dangling cock. Paul yelped, but carried on with his piss regardless. Shane groaned and let rip an ear-numbing fart.
I grinned, “Buddy, you gotta get that finger outa my ass if I’m gonna get my cock into my jock.” My bladder was nearly empty, but my cock throbbed harder as soon as Shane’s index finder slipped into my gut.
“Whatever, I’m gonna be sucking on your ass lotsa times today, reckon I feel it up now… fer practice.” Shane grinned, releasing us and grabbing at his own cock. “Nice goods, Flash. Whaddya got there, though… Velcro?” Paul blushed furiously. “We should trim it. My girl digs the smooth feel. Reckons I get it deeper, makes her hot.”
“Damn sex maniac.” I chuckled, shaking my disobedient pole twice, pushed off the wall to stand straight. “The way I figure it, I’ll be sucking on your butt all day, so take a dump before you suit up.”
Shane grunted, joining his urine stream with Paul’s, then sloshed it around in the foamy bowl “Froth, dammit! I gotta ‘nother wad to shoot. I thought the couple times yesterday would carry me through.” Shane stretched “How many times you ‘n your fiancé gettit ‘fore you got on the bus, Flash?”
“We don’t… I’ve never…” Paul flushed scarlet and finished his piss, joined me at the sink, washed his hands. His dick shrank back into his thick bush, going turtle. Mine, thankfully also started to wilt.
“Oh?” Shane jiggled his dick, squeezed drops from his tube. “They say it takes off your edge, tho’ I always felt that’s crap. A good bonin’ always made me feel stronger. Whatever…”
“Well, we never… I mean touching, sure… but ahhh… y’know… nothin’ like… ummm.” Paul took a deep breath. “Even with away tours, I always… like, didn’t… ummm…”
“Hmmm, so you’re a complete virgin-boy?” Shane cricked his neck and shouldered between us at the sink, grinned at me and then licked my earlobe.
“Tank, that tickles…” I snorted “Wha’s with you?”
“Heh. Fuckin’ around, is all.” Shane grinned broadly “I reckon I got th’ jitters for today. I dunno if I’m gonna shit myself, or throw up an’ all I wanna do is to have a good jerk-off, or somethin’…” he washed his hands and yanked the towel from me “You feelin’ it too?”
“Yeah.” I admitted, I did feel kind of …tense.
“Uh-huh.” Paul nodded, still blushing.
“Well, just keep it buckled.” I grinned “You know my tits an’ my ears are hot-spots, so keep away. I can’t run a forty yard dash with a hard-on.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that.” Shane draped the towel over my head and mock rabbit-punched my torso while rubbing my scalp through the towel. “So I just gotta squeeze them an’ you hard, right…?”
“Somethin’ like that.” I muffled through the towel “Now lay off, ya lunk ‘fore I deck you good.”
“Heh. You gotta try that, Big Guy.” Shane’s voice had a teasing tone to it, I never heard before. “But I got you good.” He stopped rabbit punching, dragged an arm around my waist and hefted me over his shoulder, buck-ass naked. He smacked my ass with a flat hand, and as the towel dropped off my face, I saw Paul looking at us with a mixture of horror and fascination.
“What?” I laughed.
“Uhhh, nothin’…” Paul gulped.
“C’mon, we gotta gets some eats.” Shane wrapped a meaty arm over the back of my knees and lumbered through the door. “We got lots to do today. Flash, quit gawkin’ and lets get a hoof goin’…”
An hour later and we were all fully kitted and hauling ass out of the bus into the small stadium. Coming up the road was the yellow bus with the regions’ team, about a half-mile away. After lunch we had another team coming through. I grinned at the amount of actual phone calls and begging we had to do to get this right, and it was all happening. Damn! I felt real tight inside, anxious and pleased all at the same time. It was like we had laid the cards, and now it was all coming together.
“Ok, guys.” Bobby bunched us all into a huddle. “We got the plays, we fit enough and we got back to back today. Don’t take chances, don’t get stupid, but play hard and play fair. These boys come a long way to get a piece of us, and they doin’ us a favour.”
“They good, though.” Alex picked up “An’ they’re way keen to test our mettle. We gonna show them we got the right stuff. All clear?”
“Yeah!” we chirped.
“Great! That’s my boys.” Bobby grinned in the huddle. “Go grab some bench, an we’ll get going as soon as we all ready.”
We tromped over to the benches and were sitting waiting with folded arms as the other team trooped through, hauling their kit. They looked surprised and hurried down to the change rooms while Bobby and Alex met with the ref and their Captain. We sat without fidgeting while they changed and trooped out, and half an hour later we left our benches for the kick-off.
The first half was a lot of pushing and shoving, but we broke through twice for touchdowns, once for Alex and another for Dean. They pulled one back, their wide receiver ducking Tank, Flash and Meat to pull one through. Half-time saw us grinning in the locker room, feeling confident but tempered.
“Ok, its pep-talk time, Boys.” Bobby’s sweat-dank cropped hair had pulled up into a cow- lick and he was dabbing at a blood nose. “We doing good, we got their number. End of pep- talk!”
“Yee-hah!” we thumped with our helmets on the benches.
“We’ll change here and get some lunch in, so we all purty for the next team. Now you know why we got the extra kit-change.” Alex grinned and slapped Bobby’s ass. “And thennn… I gets to suck on Tank’s ass.”
“Yee-hah!” We roared. Shane shrugged, grinning.
“I’ll be ready.” He laughed “No tongue, now… y’hear!”
“No promises.” Alex laughed heartily “When I got that bigass of yours spread, you all mine fer your hickey, clear? ‘Sides, I might lose my watch an’ hafta root around in there to find it again.”
“Hah!” Shane chuckled “I c’n take it, bring it on!”
The second half was a running game. Our fitness really counted and Bobby pulled a touchdown, Alex another and I pulled one through from the half-way line, a solid dash all the way through being cheered by both my team-mates and the couple of hundred spectators that had filed into the stadium, curious as all hell why there was a game being played so early.
“Fuck me! That felt good!” I laughed as the boys hefted me onto their shoulders. “Really, really good!”
“You get better at that all the time!” Paul grinned from under my left knee.
“You know it then, Flash!” I roared with laughter. Their quarter-back pulled another one for them through in the dying minutes, but the scores were cast in stone, five to us and two to them with a field goal to save their pride.
We trooped into the locker-room flush with victory. Our lunch-packets were all arranged on the table and our fresh kit was all in the bags waiting for our next game.
“Damn!” Dean crowed “Guess all I hadda do to get some’a Tank’s ass was to score a touchdown.”
“Well, I ain’t easy.” Shane mock-growled stripping off “But I always pay my debts. You pansy-ass forwards better get it over with, or I’ll change my mind.” He knelt on a bench and stuck his ass out “Who’s first?”
“That’d be me.” Alex grinned and stepped forward “Fuck me, that’s a big ass!” he slapped one of Tank’s cheeks and kneaded it “I’m gonna hafta leave some space, ‘cause I’m gonna own this ass by tomorrow… so
where do I start…” He slapped the other cheek and squeezed it as well. “I guess over there…” he placed his mouth high up on Shane’s left butt-cheek and sucked his hickey through, squeezing the other buttock slowly all the while. Shane groaned and hung his head.
Alex stood back and admired his work “You up next, Kid.”
Dean grinned and stepped forward “Guess I’m looking forward to doin’ this a lot more often.” He smacked Shane’s red ass cheeks and took his left buttock in both hands and planted one next to Alex’s.
Bobby was up next, and moved over to Shane’s crack. “Kinda funky back there, Tank, mebbe we should do this after a shower…” he grinned, thumb pressing on Shane’s ass while he made his mark. The Boys laughed while they opened their lunches.
“Nice that…” Alex stepped up “Like a squadron, marking the kills…” Alex planted his next one under his first. “Big Guy, you next.”
I sat down behind Shane, saw him grinning upside down at me. His jocks looked… uncomfortably tight… for him and I realized he was enjoying this as much as we were. I followed Dean’s example and grabbed hold of his left buttock and sucked out a hickey right underneath Dean’s. The hickeys were in a rank, like a flying squadron. I could hear a deep rumble from Shane as he groaned inaudibly when my mouth touched his skin. I realized then with a twitch in my cock that I wanted to fuck this ass tonight. I was pretty sure Shane wasn’t going to mind too much.
When I leaned back to admire my handiwork, Shane rolled onto his feet and said. “Ok, you all had yer fun, but remember we got one back to.” He quickly pressed his half-wood flat. “Now, all you defenders, Jase, Flash gotta be inside ten yards of a touchdown fer me ta get onto Andy’s ass. Anyone remember how close we were when the Kid pressed one over?”