“$200,000 is right, that’s about what they owe, but how could you place a bet for that much. That’s crazy!” I snapped, getting up and stalking around the room.
“Well, why are you mad?” said Logan. “It wasn’t your plan.”
“Yeah, but you did for me! And now I feel partially responsible!” I said in frustration.
“I can’t help but feel I played a small part in this as well,” said Mason.
“Yeah, you blew a three touchdown lead!” snapped Logan.
Mason frowned at his brother, but at least he seemed to be getting over the game. He didn’t spiral into depression or end up in a fetal position on the bed.
“Logan, you idiot! Why did you do that?! You barely know me! I couldn’t take that kind of money! My parents would’ve never taken it!” I continued, ranting.
“Oh, it’s not that big a deal,” he dismissed. “Our parents are rich.”
“You keep saying that!”
“He does,” confirmed Mason, still not looking at us. “He says it all the time.”
“Even if your parents are that rich, few people can throw away $200K on a stranger.” I said. “Your father would never pay that money.”
“Wait,” said Mason, moving his arm so he could look up at me. “We just have to get back on dad’s good side and explain to him how important you are to us.”
“I don’t think telling your dad that you’re in a polyamorous relationship with a woman who needs thousands of dollars is a good idea,” I said. “Plus, now you would have to ask for like $250K to break even.”
“You’re good at math,” said Logan.
“And you are not!” I snapped. “Sorry-sorry. This is just stressful and frustrating. I don’t mean to snap at you.”
“It’s okay, I deserve it,” said Logan. His face had fallen. He looked away from us and out the window. “I made a mess of this.”
“I’m sorry too,” said Mason, looking into my eyes.
I ended up making out with Mason. It probably was inappropriate in that moment with Logan sitting on the bed beating himself up, but I just couldn’t resist. Mason had a way of looking at you that drew me in. Plus I was still intoxicated from all the sex and the musky smell of the room had kept me going even through this entire discussion. Mason instantly became hard again and I started to hope that there were at least two more condoms somewhere in the room. Just as I started to stroke Mason’s cock, Logan snapped to attention with an idea.
“I got it!” he suddenly said.
Mason and I snapped out of it like we had been paying attention the entire time.
“Um, what?” I asked.
“The frat guys are having a poker night,” said Logan turning towards us. “Hey! Wait! Were you guys just--- Nevermind. Anyhow, some of the richest students on campus play in this poker game. I got just enough money left I could buy in. I could win the tournament and cover our debt!”
“More gambling?” I said. “You want to solve your gambling debts with more gambling? Does that make any sense to you?!”
“Makes perfect sense to me or I wouldn’t have said it,” countered Logan. “Besides, do you have a better idea?”
“Admittedly no,” I said. “But it still seems like a bad idea. What if you just end up owing even more money?”
“At this point, it doesn’t make a difference,” said Mason. “Either dad will bail us out or we’ll be screwed. Either way, I think we’re pretty screwed if you don’t win this Logan.”
“I’m a total card shark!” assured Logan, getting out a deck of cards. “Watch.”
Logan attempted to do a trick shuffle with the cards and dropped them all over the floor.
“That wasn’t the trick,” he said. “My hands are still a little slick.”
“You know, you don’t have to show us,” I said, rubbing my temples. “Just win the damned card game.”
We sat back on the bed and lounged for a little while longer. Mason and Logan started kissing me again and I knew if I stayed, we’d be having sex all day.
“I should go,” I said.
“Stay,” said Mason.
“Okay,” I said.
Mason found two more condoms in the room and we kissed for several minutes while fondling each other. Logan reached into my snatch and fingerfucked me until I was nice and wet again.
“Mmm! That’s nice!” I whispered.
Then Logan squirted the KY up my ass. I could feel the cool gel fill me and it was a surprising sensation.
“Ooo!” I squeaked.
Then Mason kissed me deeply and slid his amazing cock into my waiting pussy. God, every time with him was like the first time! I felt so stretched. Every cell in my body was on fire with desire! Then Logan teased my ass and then slowly fucked it. It was so tight! I was jammed packed, full of cock.
The boys worked me. They went in and out, alternating their movement so I could feel each hole stretch separately. I came and came and came. I just couldn’t stop cumming. They pressed inside me, balls deep and I squealed loudly in delight.
Being between their strong muscular bodies as their sweat and heat surrounded me was erotic and safe at the same time. My whole body quivered from the orgasms and I tightened my holes on their steely erect poles of pleasure. Then explosions inside me went off as I felt their condoms fill. I shook losing complete control.
The boys had me. There was absolutely nothing I would not do for them and let them do to me. Anything they wanted of me, they could have. Take it all. As long as I could experience this, I didn’t care. Our raw lust overwhelmed me and I was left on the bed shaking, my dripping holes quivering and slowly closing again after being stretched to the limit.
“Okay,” I said, dripping with sweat and bodily fluids. “I have to get out of here or we’ll just end up fucking the entire day.”
“Well, we have a shower, why don’t we get cleaned up?” suggested Mason.
That seemed like a good idea, but of course once we got in there we immediately started fucking and sucking again. By this time, we were out of condoms, so I knelt down and sucked them both off. At this point, I expected their loads to barely be anything, but they just kept creating them. Logan splattered across my breasts and Mason spurted onto my stomach. This time, I let the shower wash it all off.
My God, how many times could these guys cum in one day? Any normal guys would be comatose by now, but my boys were just sex machines! Guess that comes with being a near-professional athlete.
Don’t get me wrong, I could keep cumming all day. In fact, they both fingerfucked me in shower to several blissful orgasms, but still. We had lost track of time and I had already missed one class. If I didn’t get out of this room, I knew we’d end up fucking again and then showering and fucking again!
Finally, I was getting dressed and the boys at least had their underwear on.
“I can’t believe you guys,” I teased. “Making me miss classes. Thank you!”
“Thank you,” said Mason seductively. “We’ll see you tonight?”
He kissed me and then leaned in for more kissing. It immediately got hot and heavy again.
“No-no!” I insisted. “We can’t. I have to leave. Don’t make me get undressed again, I’m begging you.”
“I’m begging you to stay,” said Mason playfully. “You already missed one class.”
“Yeah, you could call out the whole day,” said Logan. “Who would care?”
“No-no, you guys are bad,” I said. “You two have class, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but we’ll blow it off,” dismissed Logan. “I’d blow off anything for you, Faith.”
“I-I-I-I can’t,” I stammered. “This is too much. I should go.”
Logan got up and stretched. His muscles were like a living embodiment of the Adonis. Each muscle rippled and moved as he moved and I could see the bulge through his underwear. Somehow he was even sexier now that he had some clothes on.
I had managed to get out into the hallway where the air was fresh and
I realized I had been inside their room for hours, unaware of the deep musky smell that I had gotten used to. It hit me again after a few seconds out in the hall, but I resisted.
“No, I can’t,” I said, not really wanting to leave. “You guys are awful.”
“Well at least kiss me goodbye,” said Logan, looking sexy.
I gave them each a peck on the cheek, shut the door and ran out of the room. A few seconds later, I came running back in. I slammed and locked the door and threw my book bag aside.
“Fuck classes, this is better,” I said, leaping into Logan’s arms.
We kissed and sucked and fucked for the next several hours. I never made it to class that day and I didn’t care. This was a day I’d remember on my deathbed and always smile.
Chapter 19
Mason
A few days later, I suited up for the next game. Practice with the rest of the team went okay. No one seemed to blame me for the loss. That’s the great thing about being on a team. If you win, you all share in the glory, but if you lose, you gotta all take the hit. Still, I was a little nervous.
Dinkins, my left tackle, saw me at my locker and punched me in the arm good naturedly.
“Hey QB, you okay?” he said.
“Just trying to get my head in the game,” I said, putting on a brave face.
“I heard some rumors about you and your bro, not that I’m judging---“
Oh, shit. Everyone knows. Faith is going to be humiliated.
“Uh, about what?” I asked.
“I’m one of the guys that owes Kyle money too,” he whispered. “Don’t sweat it though. The guy’s a douchebag. Thinks his money buys him anything. It don’t buy loyalty.”
I breathed a sigh of relief, but then realized if he didn’t know that secret---
“Yeah, I didn’t think you guys would turn against us,” I said.
“But your brother, Logan,” said Dinkins. “He’s in over his head. That’s a lot of money, QB. What the Hell made him place that bet?”
“Just stupid greed, I guess,” I dismissed.
“You guys gonna be okay for the money,” he asked. “I mean, I know your family does okay, but…”
“Oh, yeah,” I assured him. “My dad’s pissed of course, but he’ll eventually bail him out and we’ll work something out. Don’t sweat it, man. But thanks for your concern.”
“Okay, cool. See you in the huddle,” he smiled.
Dinkins walked off and I wandered around the empty locker room trying to think. Now my head was totally out of the game and whether or not I should call dad. Finally, I decided that at the very least, I could pretend like I was inviting him to the game. I dialed and waited for him to pick up.
“Mason?” he answered. “What’s up, Son?”
“Hey, dad,” I greeted. “I’m playing quarterback. I’m the quarterback on the team.”
“Wait, what? The backup quarterback?”
“No-no, the actual quarterback,” I clarified. “I had to go in midway through the last game. It didn’t go well.”
“Right-right,” he said, rushing me through the conversation. “What do you need, Mason? I’m kind of in the middle of something.”
He was always in the middle of something. Never time for me or Logan. Rushing through life, ignoring us. One day, I’d turn the tables on him. I’d stick him in a home and he’ll beg me for a visit. I’ll tell him I’m too busy. I’d rush him off the phone and I wouldn’t care if he cried.
“Well, me and Logan have a problem,” I started.
“Okay, what?” he said, urging me along.
“When you didn’t want to give us the money for our friend’s house, Logan placed a big bet on last week’s game. Now he owes something like $212K to a guy. He doesn’t see any way out, so he’s going to a high stakes poker game tonight to try and get even. I couldn’t talk him out of it.”
There was a long pause. For a second, I thought maybe I got cut off.
“Hello?” I finally said.
“I’m still here,” he said. “I’m not sure what you want me to do. You and your brother are grown adults.”
“Dad, we don’t have that kind of money!”
“Then maybe your brother shouldn’t place big bets,” he countered. “I’ve always said, life is about consequences. Your brother is just going to have to face his.”
I heard people talking to him in the background.
“Mason, I gotta go,” he rushed off. “Good luck at your thing.”
“My football game,” I finished for him.
The phone went dead. I don’t think he heard me. This was nothing new. You may have thought leaving him in a home sounded harsh. He’ll be lucky if I leave him in a good one. What good is all this money in our family if we never really act like a family?
Screw this. I had to get my head in the game. If I could hit big with my football career it would solve all my problems. I’d have money and friends--- I could start my own family and I wouldn’t be like my father. I’d actually spend time with my kids, watch them grow up and go to all of their events!
“Hey,” a feminine voice said.
I turned. It was Faith.
“You look stressed, baby, you okay?” she asked, her forehead crinkled in concern.
“I called my dad. I told him about Logan,” I confessed. “I know I shouldn’t have done it, but---“
“What did he say?”
“Nothing,” I shrugged. “He really doesn’t give a fuck.”
“Maybe he just doesn’t understand the gravity of the situation,” she said diplomatically.
“Please, don’t defend him,” I insisted. “I told him I’m playing quarterback tonight and it was like I was telling him what I had for dinner. No reaction!”
“I’m sorry, babe,” she said, touching my face lightly.
“I’m glad you’re here though,” I said.
“Mason, I haven’t said it yet, but I love you and Logan,” she said. “I would do anything for you.”
We kissed. She pushed me back against the lockers. I was a little top heavy with all my gear on.
“Come with me,” she said, smiling.
She pulled me into a storage room where we keep the extra towels. She started undoing my pants and it took a minute to pull my cup out of my jockstrap.
“What are you doing?” I laughed knowingly.
“Relaxing you before a big game my big man,” she grinned.
Taking my cock out, she started sucking it. It was loving and sexual at the same time. I watched through the tiny window of the storage room to make sure no one was coming our way. It was fine, everyone was out on the field getting warmed up.
“Cum for me,” she gasped. “Cum in my mouth, I can take it! I’ll take it all!”
I came hard. I had to steady myself on a shelf with one hand and I knocked over a few towels in the process. She sucked on me until I thought she was going to turn my balls inside out. I was suddenly very relaxed.
“Oh, my God,” I said a little breathless. “Thank you.”
I slipped my jockstrap and cup back into position. She helped get me all situated again. She looked me in the eye.
“You ready to win this game now?” she asked.
“I think I already did,” I laughed. “Thanks, babe.”
“Go get ‘em!”
I ran out of that locker room with a renewed sense of purpose. Yeah, I may have had troubles, but I had Faith behind me. That’s all I really needed, right? I mean, wasn’t that what life was all about? Having someone to believe in you and give you a blowjob just when you needed it? It was above and beyond as far as I was concerned.
When I got out onto the field, the team instantly could sense I was in a better frame of mind.
“Hey, there he is,” said Dinkins. “I didn’t think you were coming out.”
“Screw you, Dinkins,” said Logan, defending me. “You fat fuck.”
“That’s what your mom said,” he replied.
“That’s impossib
le since our mom never comes to games, Dinkins.”
Logan raised an eyebrow. Normally, I let the banter roll past me. I wouldn’t participate. I guess jumping in surprised everyone.
“All right, guys,” I announced. “I know I fucked up the last game and I’m sorry. I was caught up in a bunch of bullshit that had nothing to do with you or this team. But now, I’ve worked at it, I’m focused and I’m going to win this game today!”
“Yeah! Look at this guy!” said Dinkins, slapping my shoulder pads. “Put him on the line! He’s ready to kill!”
Logan looked up in the stands. He spotted Faith sitting in the seat we reserved for her. She waved excitedly.
“I got faith in you, bro,” he said.
That was our code word for Faith being in the stands watching. We didn’t want to have to explain things to the rest of the team, at least for now. We warmed up and there was a whole different vibe to the game. I guess part of being focused is no longer giving a fuck. I no longer gave a fuck what my parents did. They didn’t need me, I didn’t need them. I had my brother and Faith and that was all I needed.
Nervous about the previous game, the coach mainly had me stick to hand offs. But after a full quarter of running the ball, he finally let me do a screen pass. The rhythm of the constant handoffs had lulled our rivals into a false sense of security and my receiver ran it for a touchdown.
Our defense held them to a field goal and we got the ball back. We still stuck mainly to handoffs, but threw in a few short passes every once in a while. Grinding our way up the field, the coach gave me an option to pass. I did it on the first play and we made it to the goal line. One handoff later and we had two touchdowns.
As we got closer to the end of the first half, our rivals got a little desperate. They ended up making three incomplete long passes and we got the ball back on a punt. We got into the huddle.
“Go long,” I told the wide receiver.
“What? Dude! What are you doing?”
“Trust me,” I said. “They’ll never see it coming.”
Still unable to shake off the doldrums and assuming we would grind it out again, I threw a long pass. It was a 68 yard touchdown pass. The Highwater College crowd went absolutely nuts. Later, I would hear that the announcer had to take back every bad thing he had said about me from the previous week.
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