A Marine Called Jason by Peter

A Marine Called Jason
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by: Peter

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Chapter 92
Football Camp

How It Happened

Kyle and Devon attended the same football camp but were in different squads so they trained separately, ate at different times and lived apart in different dorms. It wasn’t a famous-name camp, but one sponsored by several high schools with college football players as the training staff. Despite that, it was expensive, mostly because of the diet. There was a trained sports nutritionist on staff to plan the meals and actually do and oversee the cooking.

Devon arrived with no lack of confidence, but would quickly learn that there were dozens of other athletes that equaled his level of talent and confidence. One of those athletes would be a big, ruggedly handsome boy named Jake Studt.

Jake walked through the dorm on the day of arrival and tossed his bag on the bunk right next to Devon’s. Devon took an immediate liking to Jake, even from a distance. Simply from his physical presence, Devon decided he was a guy who would be easy for him to like, and he wanted to get to know him better.

“Anybody got this bunk?” he asked to all around him.

“You do now,” Devon said.

“Jake Studt,” he said putting out his hand. “Line backer.”

“You think?” Devon said, looking him up and down.

Jake laughed, an easy laugh. “Tight end when I have to,” he added. “What’s your name?”

“Devon Seaborne, tight end. Running back when I have to.”

“I guess they sort of mix us up for training. Except for the quarterbacks. They’re in a club all their own, bunch of prima donnas.”

Devon decided not to mention that his brother was there as a member of the quarterback club.

“Well, it was a long fuckin’ drive out here, and I don’t have air conditioning. I’m gonna hit the showers,” Jake said.

“I don’t know if they’ve got the water turned on,” Devon said.

“Then I’ll get a bunch of guys to piss on me. I gotta get this grime washed off.”

Oh, Godd, I’ll volunteer, Devon thought to himself. There was a small foot locker at the end of every bunk and Devon began unpacking his stuff out of his gym bag into the locker. It was mostly to be busy as he watched Jake undress, so he wouldn’t be caught staring. But he took in every inch of the big guy’s perfectly muscled body as each piece of clothing was removed. When he was down to his shorts--a pair of very tiny briefs that strained to contain him--he grabbed up a towel and headed to the showers. Devon watched his tight bubble butt, barely covered, flexing inside the snug, white material. He wanted to rush to the showers himself so he could see the guy take those briefs off, but he didn’t want to appear obvious. Jake hadn’t taken any clean clothes with him, maybe he would come back naked. Devon reminded himself that he only had two weeks; if he was going to establish a friendship he needed to do it right away.

Studt returned from the showers with a towel around his waist. Devon almost died when he whipped it off beside his bunk, revealing his bare butt up close.

“Attention everyone!” one of the college counselors called from the door. “Everyone over to dorm six immediately for processing!”

Guys started to scramble, and Jake muttered aloud that he needed to get dressed and another guy said something about putting his clothes on too.

“You’re okay just like that. There’s no one here but football players,” the counselor said.

Jake shrugged. “Well, what the fuck,” he said, and headed out of the dorm with the towel around his waist. It came loose and fell off and he said “fuck it” and draped it over his shoulder. Devon followed close behind, nearly breathless at the sight of his bare, muscular butt.

In dorm six there were two lines to have their release forms checked, then everyone was weighed and their height measured and recorded. Devon was no stranger to blatant nakedness among jocks—none of them were—but he suddenly found himself in a state of mind that almost rattled him. These guys were the cream of the crop; the most perfect specimens he’d ever been around, especially Jake Studt. How was he going to get through this?

From there they were guided to the doctor and his young PA for a general physical. That consisted of listening to their heart and lungs, examining their ears, noses and throats, and then checking for hernias. Devon was right behind Studt as he was being checked for hernia. He had to fight to keep his eyes off the guy’s awesome ass.

At six-two, well over two hundred twenty very solid pounds, Jake stood out, and gained the immediate respect of the other boys, especially seeing him in all his naked glory. He looked more like a college player. The guy was a stallion. But with all of his attributes, he was easy spoken, friendly, and both funny and serious, and to himself, he was no big deal. But he was; Devon could see that by the way others were watching him, trying to be discreet.

His manly attributes didn’t go unnoticed by the young PA. Devon stood a little bit to the side, out of the line, so he was able to see the PA turn on his stool to face Jake.

“Damn, coach, what are you feeding these guys?” he joked as he shoved Jake’s thick, heavy manhood aside to check his groin.

When they were finished in dorm six they were taken to another dorm, most of them still naked, to be issued uniforms. One set consisted of a new jockstrap, dark blue satin athletic shorts, a dark red pair of shorts, two T-shirts--one white, one gray--sneakers, two pairs of athletic socks, and a baseball cap with the name and year of the football camp across the front. A second uniform was issued, consisting of football gear; shoulder pads, a pair of cleats, white football pants and a dark red, mesh jersey, and a dark blue one.

“Take everything with you and return to your dorms. Put on the blue shorts and gray T-shirt and report to the dining hall.”

“What about the jockstraps?” someone yelled.

“If you have to be told to put on a jockstrap, you don’t belong here,” came the answer.

Back in their own dorm, Devon and Jake both ended up standing between their bunks to don their uniforms. It wasn’t on purpose, it was just how it happened that they were standing so close. Devon’s mouth was so dry he almost choked as he watched Jake pull the jockstrap up and then heft his manhood and tuck it in the pouch. The mesh material strained to contain the heavy weight, to the point that the threads stretched apart to reveal the dark hue of his manhood.

Devon saw Kyle in the dining hall but he was sitting with his group and they didn’t have a chance to talk; they only waved across the room. Devon was proud that Jake sat beside him. The head coach introduced the sports nutritionist, a youngish man in his thirties.

“Gentlemen, welcome. My name is Randy Bales. I’m a certified sports nutritionist, I hold a degree in sports medicine, including massage therapy, and I also oversee your diet. I want to stress that every bite of food you consume over the next fourteen days is intended for muscle growth and energy, and that includes an abundant supply of protein drinks, protein shakes and protein and energy bars as well as other sports and bodybuilding supplements, all of which are available any time of the day or night at the two fueling stations on either side of the dining hall. Take all you want and eat all you take. I recommend that you take smaller portions and go back for seconds. If any of you brought snacks, shit-can them. You eat only what’s put in front of you.

“Some of you will gain weight; some of you will lose weight. I promise each and every one of you will notice a difference in your physical wellbeing as well as your physical appearance at the end of this camp. You will be more solid and more ripped. Your girlfriends will like that. Take careful note, what we do here will be a good foundation to build on when you go back home.”

There was a break after lunch when everyone was to lie on their bunks and rest. Devon didn’t get much rest with Jake lying next to him, back to naked, and he was still smarting from lunch when Jake’s muscular, hairy leg kept rubbing against his. He couldn’t help wondering if it was on purpose. And he wondered about them putting on their uniforms, if Jake had purposely stood between their bunks, so close, when he could’ve more easily stood on the other side of his bunk.

Some guys slept. He thought Jake might be asleep, but when one of the coaches came to call everyone out, his eyes snapped open and he got right up to put on his uniform.

The first session set the tone for the entire two weeks. Listen, learn, and then do it. The doing part was the toughest. They had to do it over and over and over again, till they got it right, whether it was individual instruction or running drills. There were no slackers. It became obvious from the beginning that every boy there would meet his own potential, and the counselors were good at recognizing that potential, even when the boy didn’t.

Devon got yelled at as much as anyone else. Jake got yelled at. Even the prima donna quarterbacks got yelled at.

“You’ve got better than that in you! I wanta SEE it!”

“What the hell was that!?! My grandmother could block better than that!”

“My Godd! Are you sure you’re in the right place? This is not volleyball camp, this is football camp!”

“Are you okay, Buttercup? Do you need to lie down with a cold compress?”

It was a constant barrage but nobody took it personal. Every boy there knew it was for his own good.

One of the young coaches came up to Jake and grabbed him by the top of the head. “Excuse me, Studt, do you have your jockstrap on, ‘cause I think you lost your balls out there on that last play.”

Jake replied, “No, sir, I got ‘em right here,” as he grabbed his crotch.

“Then play like you got ‘em!” It looked funny because Jake was so much taller and bigger than the coach.

There was no goofing off and at the end of the day butts were dragging, and after showers and eating, everyone was anxious to hit the racks. And it was truly the end of the day; starting to get dark. Conversations were in low tones and usually short.

The week went on and Devon was happy to feel that Randy Bales was right; he really was feeling a difference in his body.

“You’re doing okay out there, Seaborne,” Jake said quietly when they were lying in their bunks on Friday night after lights out. He lay on his side and Devon was having a hard time keeping his eyes chest high. They kept wanting to shift down to the big, meaty cock draped over Studt’s massive thigh, reaching to the mattress.

“I feel like I am,” Devon said. “I’m surprised how they can cram so much into such a short time.”

“I was hoping to have a little bit of spare time,” said Jake. “I would like to go explore the woods.”

“I doubt you’ll get the chance.”

The athletes took full advantage of the excellent food and the supplements. By the end of that first week Devon could feel and see the improvement in himself, both physically and mentally, as well as his performance on the field. He had gained four pounds and he felt tougher. The weekend was not a traditional weekend. Saturday and Sunday were like the other five days. There was some grumbling about having to work on Sunday but the coaches shrugged it off.

“Somebody paid good money to put this together, gentlemen, and neither we nor you are going to waste a dime of it!”

The hardest part for Devon was maintaining his concentration and focus. He had other things on his mind besides football--namely, Jake--and he was worried that there was only one week left.

“Doesn’t look like you’re going to get to explore the woods,” he remarked to Jake as they were walking back from breakfast one morning. “They’ve got every minute of the day planned out.”

“But not the nights,” Jake said.

Devon blinked, taken aback. “But how? When? You can’t just take off and miss bed check.”

“I won’t miss nothin’,” Jake said. “The moon’s been out nice and bright every night. I’m going to sneak out after lights out. You wanta come along?”

“Yeah, hell yes,” Devon said, his heart thumping with excitement. Godd, to be alone with Jake Studt back in the woods on a moonlit night!! It was more than he had ever hoped for. “When?” he asked anxiously.

“Tonight.”

“They sometimes come in for a second bed check,” Devon reminded him.

“It’s just a cursory check with flashlights; they don’t ever walk through,” he said. “I’ll stuff my pillow under the sheets. Beyond that, well, I’ll take my chances. Anyway, what’s the worst they can do? It’s not the Army, they’re not gonna court martial me.”

“They could send you home,” Devon said. Jake shrugged it off. “With the moon shining so bright, we’ll be easy to spot,” Devon pointed out.

“You just follow me,” Jake said. “I’ve been checking out the terrain and I’ve got the route planned out in my head. Oh, and when we sneak out, we wear just our blue gym shorts and carry our shoes. No white socks, and carry your T-shirt, stuff it down inside your shorts.”

“You’re talking like you’re in the Army,” Devon said, laughing.

“I am.”

“You’re fuckin’ not,” Devon scoffed.

“Okay, it’s the Guards, but it’s the same training,” Jake said.

“No shit! You’re in the Guards, for real?”

“Yeah, I signed up last year. When I graduate then I talk to the recruiters and decide if I wanta go into the Marines, the Army Rangers, or be a Navy SEAL.”

“Damn, and the coach was questioning if you had any balls?”

“He’s just doing his job. I get it a lot worse at guard training.”

When the dorm was quiet, well after lights out--it must’ve been about eleven thirty--Jake rose up from his bunk and Devon could see him reaching for his clothes. He reached over and touched Devon’s shoulder. Devon rose up and reached for his gym shorts. He slipped them on then tugged his T-shirt from under the edge of the mattress and stuffed it inside his shorts. Then he picked up his shoes and followed Jake out of the dorm, crouched down so they wouldn’t be seen passing by the windows.

Just outside, Jake looked all around then took off running toward the dining hall with Devon right behind him. They ran between the hall and the last dorm, toward the row of trees that lined the drive, and within seconds they were in the dark shadows of the trees. They stopped to slip on their shoes then ran the short distance to the woods.

“I feel like a kid on Halloween,” Devon said as they slowed to a walk in the safety of the woods. They put their T-shirts on as they walked. They were not the first to explore the woods, there were paths leading in several directions.

“Yeah, it just feels good to do something once in a while that you’re not supposed to do,” said Jake. “And I’ve had a lot of that on my mind lately.”

“Oh, really. Like what?”

“Well, actually, it’s been just this past week,” Jake said.

“I don’t know how you’ve had time to think about anything but football.”

“Oh, I’ve thought about a lot more than football.” He stopped and turned, blocking Devon’s way on the path. “Okay, here goes. I know I’m taking a big chance here but I’m bigger than you so I know you’re not gonna hit me or anything or tell anybody if I tell you not to.”

“I wouldn’t hit you anyway, even if you weren’t bigger than me, and I wouldn’t tell anybody anything you didn’t want me to. So what’s the big chance are you taking?”

“Our friendship,” Jake replied. “I know it’s only been a week but I hope it’s a friendship ‘cause I never got to know anybody so fast before or take such a liking to anybody so quick.”

“I feel the same way, Jake. So, are you gonna tell me or not?”

“Well….what would you think if I told you I’m gay? That I think you’re about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in or out of a jockstrap in all my years of playing sports, and I lured you out here for devious purposes?”

Devon couldn’t find his voice for a moment. He was so stunned he could barely catch his breath.

“You’re not saying anything,” Jake said. “So how bad have I fucked up?”

“You haven’t fucked up at all, Jake,” Devon said in a low, shaky voice. He had to force his words and they came out hoarse and weak. “But I gotta ask you now, what you would think if I told you I’m gay, and you just made me the happiest guy on the planet?”

Jake laughed, softly at first. “Oh, fuck,” he said as he broke out in a happy laugh. “No fuckin’ shit! I don’t believe it. Come here.” He grabbed Devon by the arm and pulled him to him. “How gay are you? I mean, what’ve you done with guys? I haven’t done all that much—I’ve been too scared—so it's all been in my head. But I wanta learn. Are you into kissing?”

“Godd, Jake, I’ve been nervous as hell since you walked in the dorm and took the bunk next to mine,” Devon said.

“So have I. And I took the bunk next to you on purpose. Hey, can we take this off?” He tugged at Devon’s T-shirt and he raised his arms to let him pull it off over his head. “You’ve got too good a body to keep it covered up.”

Devon laughed. “Look who’s talking. Fuck, I’ve been almost afraid to look at you, for fear of boning up.” He tugged on Jake’s T-shirt but Jake pulled it off himself.

“Look all you want. Feel all you want.” He took Devon’s hands and placed them over his thick pecs. “Hell, bone up all you want, ‘cause I’m going to.” He reached down and groped the front of Devon’s shorts. “Ohh, that feels nice.”

“Geezuss, Jake, you’re making me weak in the knees,” Devon said.

“What all have you done?” Jake asked again.

“Everything I’ve done has been with my brother.”

“Kyle?!! Wow! That is hot! Is he gay too?”

“No. But I’ve been giving him head for quite a while now. He’s straight, but he lets me do anything I want. And he fucked me just recently.”

“Oh, Mann, I so wanta know what that’s like, fucking a guy. And see what it’s like to give head. I said I haven’t done all that much. Actually, I haven’t done anything, except in my dreams. You never told me if you’re into kissing.”

“I wanta be into everything with you,” Devon said.

“Ohh, Fuck,” Jake whispered as tilted his head down and brushed his lips across Devon’s mouth and pressed his bare chest against his.

“OOOhhhmmnnnn!” Devon moaned softly as Jake pressed his lips harder on his mouth. Then, “Oh, Godd, Jake!” as Jake’s tongue pried his lips apart and darted into his mouth. He felt light headed. Of the few girls he’d kissed, none of them came close to this kind of excitement. He was trembling inside, then outside, his hands shaking as he clasped them around Jake’s muscular shoulders and his taut butt. The kiss brought passion to the surface that he’d never felt before, not even with Kyle. Jake was devouring him. Both of their cocks were hard, throbbing against each other through their shorts. Jake’s hands were all over his body as far as he could reach which with his long arms was pretty much all the way around. Ohh, Fuck! Now they were down inside his shorts, squeezing his bare butt.

“Now I know what that’s like,” Jake said breathlessly.

“For your first time kissing another buy, that was hot as fuck,” Devon said.

“You make me hot as fuck,” Jake said. “Tell you something else. When we were got our uniforms and went back to our dorm to put them on, I got between our bunks on purpose.”

“I wondered,” Devon said. “There was more room on the other side of your bunk.”

“Too much room. I don’t like that much room between us,” Jake said. Then he pulled one hand out and groped between them, feeling Devon’s hard cock.

“I gotta try this before I burst,” he said hoarsely as he put some space between them. He went to his knees, pulling Devon’s shorts down. Devon’s cock sprung free, nearly hitting him in the face. “Whoa! Maybe I better rethink this,” Jake said, laughing. But he wrapped his big fist around the thick shaft and moved his hand up and down a few times. “I guess the first step is to take it in my mouth, huh.”

“No, the first step is to….b-but I shouldn’t be telling you how to do anything,” Devon said.

“No, I don’t mind, I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You said you’re gay, but I don’t know how you know that for sure if you’ve never done anything with a guy.”

“So, what’re you saying?” Jake asked.

“I’m saying, if you just kiss and lick it at first, maybe you won’t like it and you can back off and say you never sucked cock and maybe you’re not as gay as you think.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Jake said. “I’ve just been looking for the chance to prove myself. But I’ll do as you say.” He kissed all around the underside of Devon’s cock then began licking around the shaft. As he moved up he discovered his precum that was practically cascading down over the wide head. “Oh, Mannn! That’s good stuff. Did you cum?”

“No, that’s just precum,” Devon said.

“Man, you are really pumping it out,” he said as he licked it off. “Ohh, I love your precum. Can’t wait to taste your cum. I wanta see if it all tastes the same. Fuck, I’m talking gay and I haven’t even sucked cock yet. But I’ve tasted my own cum. Ohh, MMnnnnn, I gotta have this.” With that, he took Devon’s cock in his mouth, locking his lips around the shaft about half way down.

“OOOOHhhhh!” Devon groaned loudly as he dug his fingers into Jake’s hair. “Ohh, Godd, Jake your mouth feels so good. And you’re so fuckin’ good looking, and I look down at that handsome face and your broad shoulders, and those full, sexy lips wrapped around my cock and I can’t believe it’s happening.”

“Believe it, dude. I like doing this to you. Godd, I wanta eat you alive.” And he went back to sucking him and roaming his hands all over his body.

Devon stood it all he could. He wanted so bad to suck Jake too. He wanted to kiss and lick and make love to his magnificent body. “Jake….if you wanta lay on the ground, I could do you too.…we could sixty-nine,” he said.

“Yeah, we could do that,” he said as he took Devon’s shorts off and tossed them aside. He stood up. “Fuck, I never dreamed sex with a guy could be so hot! Well, I dreamed it, I but never imagined it would be this hot.” He held Devon at arm’s length, his big hands clasped around his shoulders, as he devoured him with his eyes. “Godd, you are so beautiful,” he whispered.

“You’re embarrassing me,” Devon said.

“Whatever.” He turned Devon around, facing away from him. “Listen, I want you to walk over to that spot where the moon is shining through the trees, making a bright spot on the ground.”

“What do you want me to do when I get there?”

“Just stand there. I wanta look at you in the moonlight.”

“You’re crazy, Jake.”

“Yeah, I know, you make me crazy. Just do it.”

Devon walked toward the spot, feeling a bit foolish, but wanting to please Jake. And it felt strangely good that the big jock wanted to look at him.

“Godd, you’ve got an awesome butt,” Jake said hoarsely.

He moved into the spot and it was like a spotlight shining on him, except it was a softer light.

“Stand just like that,” Jake said.

He stood with his back to Jake, still feeling dumb, but gradually that feeling went away as he began to appreciate that this hot guy was so into him.

“Now turn around, real slow,” Jake said, his voice closer now.

He turned around to see Jake barely a half dozen yards from him. He was naked, his cock standing up at a sharp angle, throbbing and bobbing up and down.

“Godd, you are beautiful,” Jake said. “You’re like a woodland nymph.”

“I don’t know if that’s a compliment or not,” Devon said.

“It is,” Jake assured him as he moved into the wide bar of moonlight. “Trust me, it is,” he said again as he took Devon in his arms.

They kissed again, a long, hard kiss that throbbed in their loins.

“I’m ready for that sixty-nine if you are,” Jake said.

“Yess!”

“I’ll lay on the ground, you get on top,” Jake said.

Jake stretched out on the ground in the soft spotlight of the moon and Devon straddled Jake’s body with his knees on either side of his head.

“Aww, yeah, bring that big fucker to me,” Jake murmured as he pulled Devon’s cock down to his mouth. “MMMmmmm!”

“Ohhhh!…Ohh, Fuck!” Devon gasped. Then he muffled his own groans with Jake’s big cock in his mouth.

The woods was quiet except for the moans and the soft slurping sounds of their mouths servicing each other’s cocks. Devon was surprised how good Jake was at sucking for a first timer, and happy that he kept trying to take his cock in his throat, like he was doing to Jake, despite his size; he was bigger than Kyle.

“Fuck, how do you do that?” Jake asked breathlessly. “I keep choking and gagging.”

“I’ve had some practice with my brother,” Devon said. “But I think you’re trying too hard. Just go with it, and when your throat is relaxed enough it’ll open up.”

Several times they had to ease off to keep from cumming. Once Jake pushed Devon’s head away roughly and gripped his cock hard in his fist.

“Ohh, Godd….I was so close! I almost lost it. I don’t wanta cum yet. Not for a long time.”

“You about knocked me out pushing my head away,” Devon said, laughing. “Do you wanta go ahead and cum a load, Jake, then keep on going, then you can last a long time,” he said.

“I can if you can. I just didn’t want it to end.”

“It don’t have to end. Let’s make each other cum, then,” Devon said. “Then, do you wanta fuck me?”

“Oh, Man, I was hoping and praying you would say that.”

“I was hoping and praying you would want to.”

“Fuck, now I wanta cum so I will last longer when I fuck you.” Jake said. “Listen, when you said let’s make each other cum….were you saying to cum in each other’s mouths?”

“Yes. But only if you want to. I want your load regardless. You don’t have to take mine. I’ll warn you when I’m close.”

“You don’t have to. If you’re taking mine, I’m taking yours.”

“You don’t have to do that, Jake,” Devon said. “I’m used to it, with my brother, and I want to. I like the taste of cum. But you might not.”

“I won’t know if I don’t try it, will I? And I love your precum,” he said.

“Aww, Fuck, Jake, you’re making me so happy.”

“No happier than you’re making me. I love doing this, Devon. I love sucking your cock, and having you naked.”

“Hearing you say that almost makes me wanta cry,” Devon said.

“It’s nothing to cry about, dude.”

The end was far from near. Even though they didn’t talk anymore--they devoted every breath, every ounce of energy, to giving each other pleasure--it was nearly an hour before the woods around them came alive with their louder moans and choked cries. They had rolled onto their sides and then further so that Devon was lying on the forest floor and Jake was hunkered over him, feeding him his thick, cock in hard, steady, deep-throat thrusts. Suddenly Devon was losing it and just as suddenly, his mouth was being flooded with warm, thick semen belching out of Jake’s big cock. He savored each spurt as it coated his tongue till his mouth was filled to overflowing and the stuff began to run out the corners of his mouth and down his face. He clasped his hands around Jake’s round, firm butt to pull him down into his throat. He choked with emotion from the sheer, ecstatic pleasure of the moment. His head was spinning by the time the moment passed. He felt Jake’s throat muscles milking the last of the cum out of him and realized that he had finally deep-throated him. When he coughed, Devon pulled his hips up.

Jake pulled Devon down on top of him with his legs spread out from Jake’s face.

“Man, that was something else!” Jake gasped. “Can’t believe I did it all. I sucked your cock, I ate your load, I deep throated that big fucker. Your cum tastes good.”

“Yeah, so does yours. I can’t believe you did it either, Jake. I can’t believe any of this.”

“Hey, we ain’t done,” Jake said as he leaned up, easing Devon off of him. He rose up and turned around to lie beside Devon in the thick grass. “You wanted me to fuck you, remember?”

“How could I forget a thing like that?”

“I’m ready when you are,” Jake said.

“You can’t be. You just shot off.”

Jake took Devon’s hand and guided it to his cock. He was still hard.

“I said, I’m ready.”

“Geezuss, Jake, you’re a machine.”

“No, I’m just a horny fuck that found the sexiest dude on the planet who wants my body.”

“Oh, Jake, if you only knew how bad,” Devon said.

“Then I’m ready.” He put his hand on Devon’s hip and rolled him onto his stomach.

“You might want me on my back, like a girl; you’re probably used to that,” Devon said.

“If I wanted a girl, I wouldn’t be out here with you,” Jake said.

“Have you ever fucked a girl?” Devon asked.

“Yeah, more than one and more than one time, but not one of those times can match what we just did.”

“With so much experience with girls….I mean, you kept going back for more pussy….what made you decide to go the other route?”

“Well, I never had any trouble getting girls, being a jock and all, so it was more or a less a given in my circle of friends that you fucked the girls you dated. It was assumed that’s the reason they wanted to date you so they could say they got fucked by this jock or that one, so you couldn’t disappoint them. I went along with it, till I realized I was doing it for all the wrong reasons. You’re dating a girl for the sex and you’re doing the sex because it feels good. But there was always something missing, something lacking, and I realized I was searching for something better; a girl who could make me feel something the one before didn’t make me feel. It was like I was looking for the ultimate pussy, and every one I fucked wasn’t it. Like searching for the holy grail of sex. In a nutshell, that’s what boys are taught from the get go, that girls hold the secrets of the universe between their legs. The holy grail of sex hidden behind a bush between a girl’s legs. Well, it ain’t so. In fact, I think it’s the other way around. I’ve seen a lot of girls naked and it dawned on me one time, it’s like something’s missing. You look at a picture of a naked woman and what do you see? Especially one with a shaved pussy, you see a hole, a little slit, like somebody forgot some parts in the assembly, and you, the guy, are expected to make do and do your manly duty and go on an expedition inside that hole to discover the pleasures of life. I look at other guys in the locker room and there’s nothing missing. It’s us, the male species, that’s got the secret of the universe right there between our legs. We’re the ones with the instruments of ultimate pleasure. No more searching for the Holy Grail, we’ve got it right here between our legs,” he finished as he grabbed hold of his cock. Then he asked, “Did that make any sense?”

“It made more sense than anything I ever heard, Jake. You’re a real philosopher,” Devon said.

“Well, I might’ve been a little off base. The holy grail of sex might be hidden between a pair of hot buns like this,” he said, squeezing Devon’s butt muscles. “But it’ll take some exploration into the valley between to find the hole of heaven to see what pleasures lie beyond.”

“That’d be almost romantic if it wasn’t so sexy,” Devon said.

“Fuck, I didn’t mean to ramble on like that, but it’s how I’ve come to feel. I’ll fuck you on your back in a little bit, cause I wanta see your body and watch your muscles move when I fuck you. But first I want you like this so I can see and feel that awesome ass in my hands.”

Devon spread his legs as Jake got between them. Jake squeezed his taut butt muscles, pulling them apart.

“Fuck, your ass feels so good in my hands,” he said hoarsely. “I can’t even begin to imagine how it’s gonna feel locked around my cock.” He spat in the crack and worked the twin mounds together. Then he spat again and worked it around with his thumb. More spit and he probed through Devon’s tight hole.

“OHHhhh,” Devon gasped.

“That hurt?”

“No. It feels good.”

Jake worked him with his thumb for a moment, then used both thumbs, probing deep and stretching his asshole. He spat again and the stuff fell into Devon’s gaping hole. Then he spat on his cock.

“I’m going in, okay?”

“Yesss!”

“I’ll try not to hurt you too much.”

“Don’t worry about it, I can handle it,” Devon said.

“Godd, I never wanted to fuck anybody so bad in all my life.”

Devon rose up on his elbows and braced himself. It was going to hurt. Jake was thicker than Kyle, more like a beer can, and he was going to stretch his hole something awful. But he just knew it was going to be the best feeling on earth when Jake went in deep and the pain dissipated. He never wanted to be fucked by anybody so bad in his life, not even by Kyle. He felt Jake’s hot cockhead bear down against his asshole.

“Listen, I figured it’d be better if I go right in, no pussying around it, just get it over with,” Jake said.

“All right. Do it,” said Devon.

Jake pushed, hard and Devon’s asshole burst open and locked tightly around his cockhead. Devon clamped his mouth over his forearm to stifle his outcry and he bit down to divert the excruciating pain from his asshole to his arm. Oh, Fuck! He’s gonna kill me! But Jake didn’t let up. Once the head of his cock was through the hole, he bore down hard, shoving his cock down into Devon’s ass till his loins were smashed against his butt muscles.

“I’m in.”

Devon couldn’t speak. His air was lodged in his lungs, threatening to choke him. It hurt so bad he thought he might pass out, but he didn't want to let on. He was afraid if Jake knew it hurt so bad he would pull out.

“You okay?” Jake whispered in his ear, then he nibbled on it. “Fuck, you feel so good. I am so fuckin’ happy you let me do this. I know it had to hurt, and I know I made it hurt worse ‘cause I’m so big. Godd, I’m sorry, Devon, please forgive me, but you feel so good.” He kissed the side of Devon’s neck. “However I hurt you, Devon, I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He went on kissing the side of his face and when Devon turned his head, he found his lips. “I’ll do anything you want. I’ll even let you fuck me. I would never say that to anybody else but I’m saying it to you ‘cause I think I’m in love,” he said as their lips met. “Godd, I am so fuckin’ happy right now,” he whimpered in Devon’s mouth. “Please….please tell me you’re okay, that I didn’t hurt you too bad.”

“I’m all right Jake,” Devon said in a hoarse whisper. “Truly, I am. You talked the pain away.”

Jake moved his hips, moving his cock around deep inside Devon’s ass. “Seriously? That don’t hurt?”

“Noooo!” Devon cooed, squirming back against Jake’s cock. “It feels good. I love your big beer can cock, Jake.”

“Can I fuck you then?”

“You can fuck my brains out,” Devon said. “But you may have to carry me back to the dorm.”

“I’ll carry you all the way back home if I have to,” Jake said. With that he eased up till Devon’s ass-ring was clenching tightly around the rim of his cock. Then he eased back in. “Ohhh, Goddd, I never felt anything like this in my life!”

“I’m glad, Jake. I’m glad my ass is so good for you.”

“I was hoping it would be good ever since the minute I laid eyes on it. Fuck, I’ve been drooling over your ass for a week. I knew it was gonna be good when I watched you walking into this spot of moonlight. I’ve always thought there’s nothing more beautiful than a man’s naked body, like those ancient statues, and when you were standing there in the moonlight you looked like one of those statues.”

“You don’t have to flatter me, Jake, you’re already fucking me,” Devon chided him.

“I’m not really fucking you, that’s just my cock revving up inside you. But I’m ready to fuck if you are.”

When Jake said he was ready, he wasn’t fooling around. He fucked Devon hard. Once again the woods was alive with the quiet moans and gasps of pleasure, and the soft sounds of flesh slapping and sloshing against male flesh. Once again Devon thought he might black out; it was that good. He fought to hang onto his sanity and keep from floating off. Finally, he made his plea.

“Jake, I want to be on my back, where I can see you, and I need to hold onto you. You’re making it so good, it gets so intense I keep having the feeling I’m gonna float off and I wanta hold on to you.”

“Sure.” Jake rose up but didn’t pull his cock out. He carefully maneuvered Devon onto his side, then onto his back. “Anything you want, Lover. Any fuckin’ thing you want,” he whispered as he leaned down and resumed fucking him.

Lover! He called him lover. “Ohh, Godd, Jake, fuck me. I want you to fuck me all night.”

“How about we skip football tomorrow. You think they would miss us? I could fuck you all day, too,” Jake said, laughing.

“Ohhh….OHHH….Ohh, Godd, Jake, it’s getting good again! I feel like I wanta scream, it’s so good!”

Jake leaned down again and brushed his lips over Devon’s mouth. “Scream, Lover. Scream in my mouth, I’ll swallow your screams just like I swallowed your load.”

Jake fucked him hard, he fucked him gentle; he fucked him every way he knew how. He nearly fucked him crazy. Kissing him, swallowing his cries and groans, it was more like he was making love to him. Devon’s hands were all over him, exploring his muscular body. He gripped his arms and shoulders and ran his hands down Jake’s sides to clasp his hands around his tight, slim waist. He drew his hands in to feel his tight, hard abs, trailing his fingers along the deep ridges between the bricks of muscle.

“You like my muscles, don’t you,” Jake said.

“I can’t tell you how much I love your body, Jake; I can only show you,” Devon said.

“Yeah, show me. Feel ‘em all you want. I built ‘em up for you, Lover. I didn’t know I was doing it for you but I was ‘cause you were somewhere in my future and I didn’t know that either, but they’re all yours, Lover. Every ripple, every ounce of those hard muscles….it’s all yours.”

Devon couldn’t believe the things Jake was saying to him. His hands were on his chest now, rubbing across the thick pecs, squeezing the solid muscle, tweaking his turgid nipples. Suddenly he leaned up and clamped his mouth over the right one.

“Aww, fuck yeah! Suck it, Lover. Suck my tits. Ohh, Godd, I never even knew I had feelings there! Ohhh….Ohh, fuck, do it, Devon, suck my tits. You’re gonna make me cum!”

Devon was nearly in ecstatic panic by the time Jake shot his hot load of passion deep in his bowels. It felt like a volcanic eruption of molten male lava; nothing like he’d ever felt with his brother, Kyle.

There were several minutes of quiet except for their hard breathing, with Jake’s muscular weight on top of him. When Jake finally moved, he smiled, his face squarely over Devon’s.

“I wasn’t sure I got you off,” he said as he squirmed on top of him, sliding in Devon’s cum. "Now I see I did."

“You got me off so hard, it was like an out of body experience,” Devon said weakly. “I’ve never felt anything like it my life.”

“Me either,” said Jake. He brushed his mouth across Devon’s lips and his cock throbbed inside him. “I don’t wanta ever move from this position,” he said.

“If we stay like this they may have to pry us apart if my cum dries,” Devon said.

“Nothing’s gonna pry you away from me,” Jake said huskily.

But they parted and Jake shoved himself up. Devon’s cum clung to their chests and stomachs like strings of glue.

“Fuck, what a mess,” Devon said.

“It’s not a mess. It’s beautiful,” Jake said as he began smearing it around. “There, it’ll be dry by the time we get back to the dorm.”

"Fuck, I don't wanta leave," Devon said. “I wanta stay right here and look at you in the moonlight. You’re so beautiful, Jake. Your body is so awesome.”

“Fuck, now you’re embarrassing me. I know I’m built but nobody ever called me beautiful.”

“I don’t wanta leave here, Jake.”

"I don't want to either but we should get back in case they check the bunks up close," Jake said as he began easing himself up from Devon, pulling his cock out of his clenching ass. He laughed. “Feels like your ass don’t wanta let go of my cock either.”

Devon squeezed his asshole harder, trying to hold him in. Jake tugged harder and finally his cock popped free and he pushed himself back onto his haunches. He gazed down at his bunkmate.

“What?” Devon asked.

“Just lookin’ at you,” Jake said. “Let’s don’t go back. Fuck football camp. Fuck football. Let’s keep goin’ through the woods and go off someplace by ourselves where nobody can ever find us.”

Devon smiled up at him. “I would’ve never thought it; that big muscle jock that walked into the dorm, being a romantic,” he said.

“I’m not, ‘cept for you. But I’m talking fairyland. We do gotta go back,” he said as he shoved himself to his feet. He put his hand down to pull Devon to his feet and their bodies came together again.

“If we stay like this…..,” Devon said.

“I know,” Jake said, and moved away from him.

They walked back in the eerie quiet of the night, still naked except for their shoes, carrying their clothes. Devon was almost trembling with the emotions still wracking him like volcanic aftershocks. He thought of Jake’s semen inside him, in his stomach and deep in his bowels, and he wanted to shout with joy. Jake’s big hand moved incessantly as they walked, from his shoulder, down his back, down over his butt, then back up to his shoulders.

“I don’t know how I’m going to get through the next few days, I can’t keep my hands off of you,” Jake said.

“What’re we going to do, Jake. We go to different schools, so far apart.”

“Not so far apart. We can see each other. We can arrange it. It can’t just stop here. Unless you want it to.”

Devon stopped and Jake’s arm slipped around his waist.

“I don’t ever want it to stop. I……” But before he could go on, Jake’s fingers on his lips silenced him.

“I gotta say something first. Back there, when I said I thought I was in love, maybe it was just my hormones or testosterone talking. But not now. My hormones are satisfied for the moment and I still feel the same way. I am in love. I know it sounds crazy, a guy being in love with another guy, and especially this guy being in love with another guy, and especially since we just met, but man, its like you’ve kicked me in the balls and I am so crazy in love with you I can’t fuckin’ see straight.”

“Jake, maybe you need to th…….”

“Think about it?” Jake cut in. “I have thought about it. I was thinking about it the whole time we were having sex back there, only it wasn’t just having sex. All the other times with girls, that was having sex. I was making love to you, man. I don’t know if you felt it, but it felt like it to me. I never even told you this, but shit, I’ve got a girl back home, and when I was fucking you, I was thinking, how am I going to break it off with her, ‘cause this guy I’m fuckin’ is the guy I wanta be with for the rest of my life.” Then suddenly he stepped back. “But maybe I’m moving too fast for you,” he went on, with his hands held up in a defensive gesture. “Maybe you don’t feel the same way. If you don’t, just say so, and I’ll back off, but that don’t mean I’m giving up. All I want, Devon, is a chance to make you love me. I know I can do that if you just give me a chance.”

Devon reached out and clasped his hands in Jake’s hands.

“You already had your chance,” he said.

“And I blew it,” Jake said. “I fuckin’ blew it by talking too much, all that philosophy stuff. Fuck, I never did learn to keep my mouth shut.”

“No. What you did to me….Godd, the way you made me feel, it was like I was suckered in deeper and deeper with every stroke of your cock. You don’t have to make me love you, Jake. I already do.”

“Ohh, Fuck!” Jake gushed. “Aww, Devon, you’ve made me the happiest guy in the world. Then we’ll work it out, about seeing each other,” he said.

“Let’s just get through the next few days, finish football camp then we go home and I’ll call you,” Devon said.

At the edge of the woods they stopped.

“Before we go back….,” Jake said.

“Yeah, we’d better put our shorts back on,” Devon said.

“Before we do that….” Jake pulled Devon into a tight hug so their naked bodies were smashed together from head to toe, chests, abs, cocks, thighs. He worked one leg between Devon’s legs as he kissed him passionately. “I wanted to kiss you goodnight.”

The kiss was dangerously passionate. Their cocks started coming alive again and they quickly broke away to pull their shorts on.

They crept back into the dorm and into their bunks. Devon didn’t sleep for a long time. His last image of Jake was the big stud lying on his side smiling at him as he imagined Jake’s live semen still inside him.

Morning came and they dragged themselves out of bed and got dressed to go for chow.

“Where’d you guys disappear to last night?” another boy asked as they were walking to the dining hall.

“We went for a walk,” Jake replied.

“Sweet.”

“What?” Jake looked perturbed.

“You guys, going for a walk in the moonlight.”

Jake grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him around, an angry look on his face. “Listen, fucker, that dog’s barking up the wrong tree. And if he don’t wanta get his nuts cut off, he’d better stop barking.”

“I didn’t mean anything by it, man, I was joking,” the boy said, wrenching out of Jake’s grip. He walked on ahead of them.

“I overreacted. I gotta watch that,” Jake said quietly.

The last few days of camp were grueling but worth the pain and sweat. Devon had to really concentrate on staying focused. Even out on the field he had a hard time keeping his eyes off of Jake in his tight, white pants with his jockstrap showing through. His ass was mouth watering, and Devon longed for the chance to bury his face between the hard, round muscles. There was so much he wanted to show him. But their night in the woods would be the only chance they would have to express their feelings for each other till they got home and arranged some way to get together again.

Late afternoon on the next to last day they encountered Randy Bales.

“Seaborne! Studt!” a voice boomed. They both froze, fearful that someone had noticed the way they hugged. There was Bales standing with his hands on his hips, waiting for them to approach him. As they trotted toward him he walked toward them.

“Yeah, Coach Bales,” Jake said, with exaggerated respect in his voice. Bales wasn’t one of the coaches but all the staff were addressed as coach.

He was biting his lower lip with a concerned look on his face. “Look, guys,” he said in a low tone. “This is none of my business, but I’m gonna make it my business. You guys need to be more careful.”

They looked at him with feigned confusion, trying not to look embarrassed, or guilty, but they both knew what he was getting at.

“Hey, we were just goofing off,” Jake said.

“No, not the little hip thrust--yeah, I saw that, too. I also saw you coming back from the woods the other night, naked, and saw you kiss in the shadows before you put your gym shorts back on.”

“Ohh, Geezuss!” I gasped.

“Oh, Fuck!” Jake said.

“Hey, it’s no sweat. I’m not passing judgment. I just wanted to point out that if I saw it, others could’ve seen you. Maybe did. I understand, but there are too many out there who don’t. Stuff like that can ruin your college sports career, scuttle your scholarship. I know it shouldn’t make any difference, but it does.”

“Wow! I thought we were in deep shit. Thanks, Coach,” Jake said.

“You could’ve easily been in real deep shit,” Bales said.

“Thanks again, for understanding,” Jake said.

“No problem. Just be careful.”

As they were turning to go, Jake paused and turned back.

“Coach Bales.”

“Yeah.”

“You said….you….understand…..”

The young jock/coach smiled. “I understand, that’s all. Let’s just say I’m broad minded.”

“Thanks, Coach,” Devon said. They started to walk away but he stopped them.

“Wait. That’s not all.”

They back peddled to where he was still standing.

“If I’d seen you guys going into the woods instead of coming out, you might’ve had company.”

“Ohh, Fuck!” Jake groaned.

“Listen, I haven’t seen your names on my roster for massage therapy,” Bales said. “You boys haven’t had a pulled hamstring or sore muscles that need my expert attention, have you?”

“We, uh….I guess we never thought of it,” Jake said.

Bales laughed. “Or maybe you’ve worked the kinks out for each other. Hey, I said I understand.”

“Now that you mention it, Coach, I do have this pain in my right shoulder and I feel a twinge in my lower back a certain way I move.”

“How about you, Seaborne?”

“Right hamstring, Coach,” he said.

“So, is it too late to schedule a massage, it being next to last day?” Jake asked.

“No. My schedule’s been pretty much freed up the last couple of days. I could work you in later this evening if you like.”

Jake looked at Devon. “What do you think?”

“If it wouldn’t be an inconvenience, being on your own time,” Devon said to Bales.

“My time is your time, twenty-four-seven,” Bales said. “How about eight o’clock? That would give us plenty of time before lights out. You know where my office is?”

“Yes.”

“See you there. Come to the back door, it’ll be unlocked.”

“Wow, can you believe this, us getting together with Coach Bales?” Devon whispered as they walked away.

“Hey, think about it! A three-way!” Jake said excitedly.

Going in the back door, they didn’t have to go through the dorm and be seen by the rest of the staff. Bales was waiting on them, sitting at his desk with some papers and record books. He got up and locked the door. He was wearing a form fitting T-shirt and very short athletic shorts with slits up the sides, and sneakers.

“We’ll start you out in the horse tank, get your muscles relaxed,” he said, nodding to the large, stainless steel whirlpool. “Strip down and grab a quick shower first.”

The boys stripped off their clothes while he sat on the edge of his desk watching them.

“We don’t have this kind of facility at our school,” Devon said as he was turning on one of the two showers.

“Neither do we,” Jake said, going to the other shower.

“I think it should be required but there are financial restraints,” Bales said.

“What’s this for, by the way?” Kyle asked. He was holding a flexible hose with a slim, stainless steel, rod-like instrument about eight inches long attached. “Is it supposed to be a shower head or something?”

“It’s called the wand. I had it out for cleaning,” Bales said. “I’ll put it back where it belongs.”

“What’s it for?” Jake asked.

“It’s used to flush out for rectal, or prostate massage,” Bales replied as he was disconnecting the hose. But then he stopped. “So you boys have never had a massage?” he said.

“No.”

“Me either.”

“Well, if you want to go for the total massage experience…. do you want to have a go with the wand?” he asked. “It’s not rocket science. Just repeat the process till the water flushes clean. I’ll help you if you want.”

Well accustomed to the authority of the player-coach relationship, if the coach suggested it, he thought he should do it. “How about you, Dev, are you gonna do it?” Jake asked.

“If you are. Let me finish my shower,” Devon said. He was used to flushing out but he’d never used or even seen a wand.

“Okay, Coach, show me,” Jake said bravely.

Devon stood at the edge of the shower and watched Coach Bales coat the wand with lube then he lubed up Jake’s ass.

“Aww, Coach, you ain’t gonna have to use that thing, your fingers feel good,” Jake said, laughing.

Coach Bales bent Jake over with his hand on the small of his back then slowly pushed the wand through his asshole. Jake barely winced. He shoved it all the way in then reached up and turned on the water.

“OOOohh,” Jake moaned. “That feels good; nice and warm. And it’s filling me up fast. Oh, Coach, it feels like I’m gonna explode.”

Coach gave it a few more seconds then extracted the wand. “Okay, go in the stall,” he told him. Then he scrubbed the wand good and gave Devon a questioning look.

“Be there in a second,” Devon said. As he was finishing his shower Jake came out of the stall.

“It don’t hurt, Dev,” he said, “and I feel ten pounds lighter.”

“You don’t look quite so full in the face,” Devon joked.

Jake went up to the coach and bent over for his second flush. Coach filled him up and sent him to the stall again.

“I guess I’m ready,” Devon said as he bent over. He’d flushed out before but it was nothing like this. The wand was way bigger than the tips of those plastic bottles and the warm water gushing into his ass made him feel bloated in seconds. “That’s good, Coach,” he said over his shoulder.

“Okay, go to the stall,” Coach said.

“Water’s clear,” Jake called out from his stall.

“Okay, you can jump in the whirlpool,” Randy told him. “It’s a one man tank but two guys will fit in it.”

When Devon came out and joined Jake in the whirlpool. While they were languishing in the tank, Bales prepared the two massage tables with clean, disposable sheets and adjusted the head rests. Then he took a stool and sat beside the tank and they talked.

He gave them about a half hour in the tank, talking about school and girls and their plans after graduation. When the timer went off he tossed them two towels then went over to stand between two massage tables.

“Listen, guys, you probably shouldn’t tell anybody about the wand. It’s not made available for everybody. Honestly, I installed it especially for you when you said you wanted a massage. Very few guys are astute enough to get the full treatment that you’re getting,” he said as they were drying off. He patted the tables and told them to stretch out on their stomachs, faces in the head rests.

“You should be nice and relaxed. I intend to take that relaxation to a new level,” he said as the boys stretched out on the tables. “I’m going to use light body oil, it’s easier to wash off,” he told them. He started by massaging their feet and gradually worked up to the calves, first Jake then Devon. He went on to do a cursory rubdown to spread the warm oil all over their bodies, moving back and forth from one to the other.

“Mann, that feels good,” Jake murmured.

“Yeah, wake me if I doze off,” Devon said.

He started working on Jake, massaging his powerful shoulders.

“Right about here?” he asked as he dragged his fingers the muscles of his right shoulder.

“Yeah, there,” Jake said. “That feels good, Coach.”

Bales worked the shoulder for several minutes then moved across to the middle of his upper back and his neck.

“You have a very powerful neck. Do you wrestle?”

“Yes. Wrestling and football.”

“Looks like you do lots of the old wrestler’s bridge,” Bales said.

“I hate that exercise.”

“You can’t argue with the results,” Bales said. He continued to massage his neck and upper back and shoulders, then moved down his back. At the base of his spine he gave him a smack on the butt and told him to just stay relaxed while he worked on Devon.

“And now you, Seaborne. Let’s have a look at that hamstring. Right leg, right?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, I can feel the tightness,” Bales said as he began massaging the thick muscle.

Devon winced under the man’s rough hands even though there was no pain at all.

“This is probably the most vulnerable muscle in your body. And the most difficult to heal.”

Bales dug his hands into the muscle, moving up and down the back of his leg, pressing hard at the very top, into the lower part of his butt, gradually working his thumb into his asscrack.

“How’s that feeling?”

“Better, Coach. Lots better.”

“You’ve got great legs. Do a lot of squats?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“You can tell if a guy’s got good legs just by looking at his butt,” Bales said as he gave his butt muscles a hard squeeze. “Good solid butt, too.”

“Thanks, Coach.”

“You boys are both very well-muscled,” he told them as he went over to a cabinet and came back with a warm towel that he laid over Devon’s thighs.

“Don’t even compare me to him,” Devon said. “He’s got muscles where he’s not even supposed to have muscles.”

“Well, he is about the best built boy here,” Bales said. He chuckled, saying, “I can see why you let him drag you off to the woods.”

“I’m glad you understand about stuff like that, Coach,” Jake said.

“In the few years I’ve been doing this, I’ve already pretty much seen it all,” Bales said. “I just wanted to warn you to be careful. Okay, Seaborne, just relax while I get back to Jake’s lower back.”

He turned to Jake then and began massaging his lower back, just above the upward curve of his butt.

“Ahh, yeah, Coach, right there,” Jake moaned softly.

It wasn’t just “right there” for he was also massaging that upward curve of his butt.

“That feels real good, Coach.”

After a couple of minutes he trailed his hands roughly over Jake’s butt and moved to his legs.

“How about you, do you have any hamstring problems?”

“No, not really.”

“Little wonder with these legs. Your thighs are massive. You’re built like a rugby player.”

“Funny you should say that, I like to play rugby, too,” Jake said.

“But here you are at football camp.”

“We don’t have a rugby team. Athletic board said it’s too dangerous and they don’t want the liability. So it’s just a bunch of us guys getting together to play.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. There are far more injuries in football than rugby. You need to do some research and present the athletic board with some facts.”

“Maybe I’ll do that. Maybe we can get a team up.”

“How many guys do you have playing?”

“Just nine of us. We break up into two teams of four and five guys.”

“Well, hell, you’ve got enough guys for a team of sevens if you can find some competitors,” Bales said. “It’s a great sport, and you’re built for it. Those guys have plenty of padding; it’s called muscle.”

“I like the uniforms,” Jake said.

“You’re talking about those skimpy shorts,” Bales said.

“Yeah, the way they fill them out.”

“Well the shorts don’t leave much to the imagination but they get a little help from special made rugby jockstraps,” Bales said.

“They wear special jockstraps?” Devin asked.

“Yes, and special for very specific reasons,” Bales said. He went over to his desk and came back with an ad. He handed it to Devon under the head rest.

“Wow, I’ve never seen jockstraps like these. Here, listen to this.

The game of rugby involves a lot of physical activity and has a high potential for injury to the body, including the delicate area of a man's crotch. If you are a man who plays rugby, and you are concerned about having the proper protection for your man parts, wearing a rugby jockstrap under your rugby uniform is a must, and the best place to find….Our rugby jockstraps come in a wide variety of colors and styles and we are certain that we will have the perfect rugby jockstrap for you….these jockstraps come in a mesh material that will provide function and a good look for your package, and it comes in a variety of 6 different colors to choose from.”

He stopped to laugh.

“I never heard of a jock company concerned for the look of your package,” Jake said.

Devon read on.

“If you want a jockstrap that has a cool design on it that will make all the women read all about your package once you're off the rugby field….”

Jake burst out laughing again.

Bales was laughing with them. “In an interview one time a reporter asked a rugby player why they all wore such brief shorts. The guy replied, for the ladies, they show off our butts and and legs for the ladies.”

“Okay, there’s more,” Devon said. “One particular brand...

...is the perfect jockstrap for you. This jockstrap has a contoured pouch that provides excellent support and a nice looking profile that will provide stellar support on the rugby field, and look good when you're with that special lady in your life….we have comfort clothing, to pieces that will make you look sexy in the bedroom….specializes in clothing and accessories that will make every man look hot.”

“Wow, they really do design them for the ladies,” Jake said.

“Well, yes and no,” Bales said. “The way the ad reads is somewhat of a cover. We host rugby camps, too. Wrestling is considered secretly to be a gay sport and I tend to agree that wrestling might attract gay athletes because of the hard and tight physical contact. It’s nothing compared to rugby.”

“What do you mean?” Devon asked.

“Let’s just say rugby players advertise their bodies for more than the ladies,” Bales replied.

“No, say what you mean,” Jake said. “You said you host rugby camps. What happens at those camps? What’ve you seen?”

“Well, it’s nothing to find two rugby players sleeping in the same bunk. If I had a rugby team in here right now, there would be an all-out orgy.”

“Wow, I’m gonna sign up for rugby camp next year,” Jake said jokingly.

“Now, before we get too far into this, we need to be certain we’re all of the same open mindset,” he said as he rubbed their shoulders. He stepped over and turned the light dimmer switch, turning the light down to a soft hue.

“Close your eyes and relax. Don’t try to grab onto any thoughts, let your mind drift off,” he said as he took off his shorts, leaving him in his jockstrap. Then he went around to the side of Jake’s table and urged him in a gentle tone to over onto his back. “You, too, Devon,” he said as he moved back to the head of the table. He released the head rest and held Jake’s head in his hands, massaging his neck. As the boy’s neck muscles relaxed he let his head down and moved to his shoulders and pecs as he pressed his jockstrap against the boy’s face.

Jake responded as expected. Bales felt the boy’s lips moving, then felt his tongue as his mouth opened to embrace the bulging pouch. They played jock tag for a couple of minutes while he continued to massage his pecs, squeezing his nipples.

“How’re you doing over there, Devon,” he asked.

“Okay.”

“What’re you thinking about?”

“Nothing. You said to let my mind go blank.”

“Good boy.”

As Jake’s mouth was massaging his jock pouch he reached down and pulled the pouch to the side, smashing his balls against the boy’s open mouth. A moment of that then he eased back and slid his cock between the Jake’s slack, welcoming lips. He eased in till the head of his cock pressed against the opening of his throat. He tested the spongy muscle to see how welcoming it would be, then shoved through and buried his cock to the hilt. Jake barely groaned. Bales held firm for a moment then began fucking the boy’s throat. After a couple of minutes he pulled out and lifted Jake’s head and brought the headrest up into place. He went around to his side and urged him back over onto his stomach with his head face down in the headrest. He patted his shoulder, and told him to relax, then he moved over to Devon.

“You gotta be kidding,” Jake said.

He took Devon through the same routine but the boy wasn’t as readily accepting as Jake. When Bales tilted his head down and pressed his jock against his face, Devon turned his head to the side. Bales didn’t push it. He gave him a moment or so then reached down and pulled his jock pouch aside and smashed his bare balls into the boy’s face. There was barely any hesitation then before Devon’s mouth opened and he felt his tongue licking his balls. He entered the parted lips and after a gentle massage of the boy’s throat with the head of his cock he pushed through just as he had done with Jake. He gave him a quick throat fuck and withdrew, then returned Devon to his original position on the table, on his stomach, just like Jake.

He got a bottle out of the drawer and drizzled oil over both boys’ butts till it ran down in their cracks then set the bottle aside.

“I have to say, you both have very open and healthy, mindsets,” he told them as he began working the oil deep between their taut butt muscles giving particular attention to their puckered holes with his thumbs. “Keep your eyes closed,” he said.

“MMmmmm,” Jake moaned softly.

“Ooooooo,” moaned Devon.

He massaged the inner slopes with his fingers as he rubbed harder against their clenching assholes. After a moment he pushed through with his thumbs.

“Ohhh!” Devon gasped softly.

“Ohhh, fuck,” Jake gasped.

“How’s that feeling?” Bales asked.

“Okay,” Devon replied.

“More’n okay,” Jake said. “I gotta ask, Coach, are Dev and I getting the same treatment right now?”

“Yes, you are.”

They both lifted their heads at the same time and looked around.

“Fuck, man,” Jake said, seeing Coach Bales probe Devon’s ass the same at the same time he was doing him.

“Feels good, don’t it?” Devon asked.

“Yeah, I think I like this kind of massage,” Jake said.

“Let’s see if you like this any better,” Bales said as he probed deeper to find their prostates.

“OHHHHH, Fuck! Ohhh, Mannnn!” Jake cried out. “Oh, Geezuss….fuck, what’s that?” he gasped.

“That’s your prostate. It’s what makes you different from a girl, besides the obvious male equipment. It’s the nerve center of your male sexuality. Do you like it?”

“Fuck, yeah,” Jake said.

“Yesss! Absolutely,” said Devon.

“Then we’ll move on to the next phase,” Bales said. He moved from between the tables then shoved them together. He reached under and latched them securely then moved around to Jake’s side where he peeled off his jockstrap.

“I usually use a special massage instrument for this phase of the massage but I’m convinced you boys would be more accepting of the real thing,” he said as he climbed onto Jake’s table between his legs.

“Are you gonna fuck us?” Jake asked, his voice weak and shaky as he reached out for Devon’s hand.

“Only assimilation,” Bales said. It was an instantaneous change of mind brought on by the way he reached for his teammate’s hand. He sensed something between the two boys, the way they were looking at each other and gripping each other’s hands.

He laid his cock in the crack of Devon’s butt and began humping the oil-slick muscles. Devon responded well, but Bales didn’t penetrate him. It took great effort to rise up from the beautiful boy but he did it, and moved over onto Jake’s table. He gave him the same treatment and he responded as eagerly as Devon, humping up against the slick, thrusting cock.

He switched back and forth from one boy to the other, noting how they writhed on the tables and cocked their tight butts for him, like they begging to be fucked.

“I’m kinda confused, Coach,” Jake said as the man was dismounting to move over to Devon. “I thought you were gonna fuck us.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Bales asked.

“Well, we were sort of expecting it. I was, anyway,” Jake said. “How about you, Dev, were you expecting to get fucked?”

“Yeah, especially after we flushed out,” he replied.

“Truth is, I sensed something very special between you two boys and I was reluctant to take it to that level. Tell me, are you both virgins?”

“I’m not,” Devon said.

“I am,” said Jake.

Bales smiled, nodding. “All the more reason you should take it to the next level together; just the two of you,” he said as he climbed off the table and smacked both their butts. “Not that I’m not going to regret this decision,” he added.

The boys went to the showers where Bales was turning on the two shower heads. When Jake and Devon shared the one shower, after a brief hesitation, Bales took the other one. They were inviting him to, after all.

“I have to say, it’s been a real pleasure having you boys at camp,” Bales said after an awkward silence.

“But not as much pleasure as you’d like, right Coach?” Jake said, laughing. “You can still change your mind, Coach,” he added.

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Well, you did leave us high and dry,” Jake drawled.

“Could I make that right in another way?” Bales asked as he moved under their shower with them.

“You wanta make out, Coach?” Jake asked. “We could go for that, couldn’t we, Dev?” Without waiting for the man’s reply he gripped him by the neck and pulled into a hard, passionate, three-way kiss. The next moments were a frenzy of thrusting, lashing tongues and deep belly moans.

After several minutes Coach Bales extracted himself from the frenzy to go to his knees.

“Awww, fuck yeah!” Jake moaned as Bales took his cock in his mouth. Ignoring the man’s choking gasps, Jake took over and guided Coach Bales’ head back and forth between his cock and Devon’s while the two boys kept kissing. They had to ease him off several times to keep from cumming, till suddenly, Jake took hold of Bales’ head. Bales looked up at him.

“We wanta do you, too, Coach.” He didn’t wait for an answer. Together they eased the man onto his back under the shower spray and got on their knees, straddling his legs, then they devoured him like two hungry wolves.

Coach moaned loudly and laid his hand on their heads. After a few minutes he stopped them.

“This is not right. I feel left out while your two cocks are going to waste.”

The boys quickly turned around to offer him their cocks.

“No more stopping till we come,” Jake said. “”We want your load, Coach. Warn us when you’re ready.”

The afternoon of the next day everyone was packing up their gear. Devon had his stuff strewn on his bunk when Jake began tossing his stuff out of his footlocker onto Devon’s bunk as well. Devon wondered why. They began sorting through stuff and Jake picked up his jockstrap to put it in his bag.

“Uhh….that’s my jockstrap,” Devon said quietly.

“I know,” Jake said and stuffed it into his own gym bag. Then he picked up his own jockstrap and tossed it to Devon. “We don’t wash ‘em, okay?”

Just then Coach Bales strode into the dorm. “Check your lockers, make sure you’ve got everything. We don’t UPS.” He came up to the boys at their bunks. “You boys got everything?”

“Yes, sir,” Devon said as he held Jake’s jockstrap in his hand.

Bales smiled, nodding. “Don’t lose what you’ve got,” he said quietly as he squeezed their arms.

“We won’t, Coach. And thanks for everything you showed us,” Devon said.

“And everything you didn’t show us,” Jake said. “You left the best part to us.”

Saying their goodbyes, the boys were all hugging each other. Jake saved his last hug for Devon. He came up to him in the parking lot and dropped his gym bag.

“Well, dude, we made it.”

“Yeah.”

It was an awkward moment; they couldn’t say what they wanted to say or express how they felt.

“I wish I could tell you goodbye the way I want to,” Jake said.

“It might delay things,” Devon joked.

As their final goodbye, they hugged each other tight, and Jake gave him a gentle thrust of his hips.

“Just so you don’t forget what we talked about,” he said quietly as they parted.

“Not a chance,” Devon said.

“And don’t forget, we don’t wash ‘em.”

“I won’t. I’ll wear it to sleep in,” Devon said.

“Yeah, me too….till we’re together again.”

“Load up! Let’s go!” an impatient voice yelled out.

It was Kyle yelling from the school van where the other boys were already loaded in.

“You’ve got my phone number,” Devon said.

“Yeah.”

Devon rushed to get in the van. As he took his seat Jake walked up to slide the door shut. Then he stood back and waved. Devon waved back, with a sad, empty feeling trying to overtake his immense happiness.

“Do you realize we’ve been here for two weeks and haven’t even talked to each other,” Kyle said to Devon as they were driving away.

“Yeah, it’s been great,” Devon said.

It was a long drive home, and very soon the boys were asleep. Devon thought Kyle was sleeping till he spoke.

“Hey, Bro,” he said in a quiet tone.

“What?”

“That guy who closed the door to our van…….”

“Later,” Devon said.

To be continued...

Posted: 04/10/15 rp