The Towel Boy Accidentally Jerked Me Off 03 (Patreon)

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Chapter 3: Little K

Days passed and I realized I was looking forward to practice in a different way than usual. Like there was a secondary reason to show up. Kenny was back to his normal routine, running around the locker room with his towels and water bottles, taking care of everybody, and we barely talked, which was actually normal, but felt weird now. He would hand me a towel after practice and not quite meet my eyes, or I'd look over and he'd already be busy on the other side of the room with something. I didn't know what to make of it. He wasn't avoiding me. He was just quieter. Smaller somehow, even though he was always small.

The only time I saw him looking my way was when I was changing. I think he was curious about the scar I got on my leg recently. I wanted to say something about it, but he moved on to something else before I got the chance.

By Wednesday I just wanted him around in some way. I found him after practice loading up his equipment bag by the dugout.

"Hey,” I said, “What are you doing tonight?"

He looked up. He looked around like he was seeing if people were watching. "Nothing. Why?"

"Come hang out in my dorm,” I said, watching his blank face. “If you want.”

He looked at me for another second. 

"Yeah," he said. "Sure."

—[]—

He showed up around eight with a vape in his hand, wearing a backward hat, which I had never seen on him before. His shorts seemed loose, and his tank top was on tight. He kicked his shoes off at the door and dropped onto my bed, took a long hit off the vape, and held it out to me. I leaned over from the bed and took it. He pulled out his phone and found something on YouTube and that was it, we were just hanging out. I liked it. We didn’t even talk that much, but it was nice. Just two guys in a dorm room on a Wednesday night, but it was with Kenny.

My new buddy.

At some point I reached across Kenny to grab my water bottle off my desk, and my body pressed down onto him completely. I didn’t really think about it until  I sat back up, and Kenny was looking at me with this expression like he was trying not to smile.

"Dude," he said.

"What."

"Are you hard?"

"No…?" I said, looking down at my crotch. 

He gestured at the outline of my dick in my shorts. 

"You're huge, dude,” he said, “It’s bigger than a regular guy when he’s hard.”

I laughed. "I guess I ended up with a pretty big dong, yeah.”

"That’s not even everything. Your arms are bigger than my legs too. I'm not even joking. You’re whole body is half muscle and half cock."

The image in my head freaked me out, but I laughed.

"You’re hilarious," I said.

“For real, dude,” he said as he held his leg up next to my arm upper. I don’t think he realized that he put was basically sitting on my hand, his bouncy glute pressing into my hand, but I didn’t want to make it weird by saying anything. 

We both looked at the comparison of our limbs. It was pretty close, actually. I laughed and he laughed and he took the vape back and we went back to YouTube. I felt a little weird, like excited or something, but it drifted away quickly when a funny dude on the screen slid around a watery skatepark on his bare ass.

“That’s hilarious,” I said.

He kept glancing over at me, making me wonder what he was looking at. I looked at my shirt and my shorts. They were normal, so it couldn’t be that. I didn't say anything. Every time I shifted or stretched or reached for something he would look, quick, like he was checking something, and then look back at his phone or my TV. I figured he was just zoning out and I happened to be in his line of sight. That's what I figured.

After a while I said, "Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Michael told me you've done stuff for the guys. Like the blowjob thing." I paused. "For good luck."

Kenny took a slow hit off the vape and let the smoke out through his nose. "Yeah," he said. Completely calm.

"Is that a brother thing too? Like the shower thing?"

He paused for a second, like he was thinking. 

“The itch… thing,” I said.

He paused. One beat, then looked like he remembered what I was talking about. 

"Oh! Um. Yeah," he said. "Exactly. It's for good luck… and it genuinely works. I swear."

"Dude." I shook my head. "That is so cool of you. You're out here taking care of other dudes all the time. You’re a real bro, dude."

He looked at me. His expression was very careful and very even. 

"I don't mind at all," he said. "Really. I could do it for you too if you want."

I thought about it for a second. "Maybe we get Michael over too. Seems wrong for me to get all the luck if he doesn't. I may be the captain, but he’s the one we need to focus on."

Kenny looked at me for a long moment. Something in his face did a small thing that I couldn't quite read. He rolled his eyes, which I didn’t understand. 

"Sure," he said. "Text him."

So I did.

“Kenny wants to do the good luck thing if you’re free.”

—[]—

Michael didn’t text me back. Instead, there was a knock on my door about twenty-five seconds later. He looked at me standing in the doorway, then past me at Kenny in the desk chair, then back at me. That slow smile spread across his face.

"What are we doing," he said.

"Hanging out," I said. "YouTube and stuff."

"Cool," he said, and came in and sat on the edge of my roommate's bed, long legs stretched out, perfectly relaxed. He was in his practice shorts and a cut off, his big arms across his chest.

He looked at us for a second as I sat back on my bed, then he stretched his long arms over his head, big shoulders rolling, reached into his shorts, and pulled out his dick. The long, black meat was already mostly hard. I guess he was really ready for some good luck. He just held it out there for a moment. 

"Kenny," he said, completely casual. "You got any good luck to spare?"

Kenny put his phone down on the desk and slid right off the chair and onto his knees in front of Michael without even answering, like this was just the next thing on his to-do list. His eyes closed as he leaned in and got to work. I winced a little when I saw him put the head into his mouth. I had never seen a guy blow another guy before, even in porn. It was surreal. Michael’s eyes closed as he put his hand on the back of Kenny’s head.

I watched for a second. It was strange seeing Michael like that, all that composed, cool energy just dissolving, his head dropping back, a low sound coming out of him that I had never heard him make before. The dude was loving what was happening, and his big hand pushed on the back of Kenny's head, holding him down. They settled into a rhythm, up and down, and it looked easy and natural and I realized after a moment that I was not uncomfortable watching it, which I thought I might be. It was actually kind of fascinating.

"And it's not even gay," I accidentally said out loud.

Kenny didn't respond. His mouth was occupied. Michael opened one eye and looked at me and chuckled, breathy and lazy. 

"Yeah man," he said. "Not gay at all."

I moved on my bed closer to them, and Kenny's eyes opened and found me immediately. He knew exactly where I was the whole time. He switched over to me while he held onto Michael’s big shaft, and I exhaled hard through my nose because even just the first second of it hit me like a freight train every single time. I put my hand on the back of his head, just like Michael did, trying to make sure I got as much good luck as him. Michael reached over and did the same from the other side, pushing Kenny’s head harder onto me. I even went into his throat and he gagged. It felt so good, especially when someone else was doing the pushing. 

Michael guided Kenny back to himself, and I let him, and we just kept it going like that. Back and forth. Michael's dick, then mine, then back. Kenny took everything we gave him without complaint. The only noise over the youtube videos were these little gawks and gags from his throat, and the slurping sound he made when he popped off of our dicks. He used his hand too, but I made him stop since I was going to cum too soon. 

I kept sneaking looks at Michael and Michael kept sneaking looks at me and neither of us said anything about that either.

We both finished in his mouth, though not at the same time. Michael went first. I could tell by the way his whole body tensed up, his big thighs going rigid, his hand pressing down firmer on the back of Kenny's head, and he let out this long low breath through his nose like he had been holding it in for an hour. Kenny took it without flinching, swallowing, not pulling back, just staying right there until Michael's grip relaxed and his hand dropped away. Then Kenny turned to me and I was already so close that it barely took anything. He wrapped both hands around the base and worked me while his mouth took care of the rest and I felt it build from somewhere low in my stomach and roll through my whole body at once, my abs tightening, my thighs going stiff, one hand gripping the edge of the mattress and the other pressing into Kenny's shoulder without meaning to. I finished hard, harder than I expected, and Kenny stayed with it the whole way through, hands moving, not stopping until I put my palm flat on his head and just held it there to signal I was done. 

“You don’t have to swallow it,” I said simply.

“No. Swallow it,” Michael said, standing up and looking down at Kenny, who stared up at him like a little puppy dog, eyes red and teary from his throat slamming.

“Otherwise, we don’t get the good luck.”

“Ahh,” I said, reaching for my underwear off the floor. “That makes sense.”

Kenny looked back at me and gulped down my load. I didn’t even cringe, just appreciating how cool he was for doing that, just so our team would do well.

He leaned back slowly and looked up at me for just a second with this expression that was calm and warm and satisfied all at once, like a guy who had just done exactly what he set out to do.

I felt a brief flicker of guilt about the cleanup situation for Kenny's sake, but he genuinely did not seem bothered. He just stayed there and handled it and I thought for probably the fourth or fifth time since the bus that this kid was the most easygoing person I had ever met in my life. An absolute saint. The team did not deserve him.

Michael put himself together fast. Stood up, fixed his shorts, grabbed his phone off the bed.

"Everything cool?" I said.

"Yup. Feeling very lucky," he said. He looked at Kenny still on the floor and something moved across Michael's face that was warmer than his usual expression. Then he looked at me and the warm thing shifted into more of a smirk. 

He nodded once. "Good hang."

And he was out the door.

I looked at Kenny. "I guess he was just here for the good luck."

Kenny burst out laughing. A real, loud belly laugh, shoulders shaking, hand coming up to cover his mouth.

I had no idea what was funny, but his laugh got to me, and I started laughing too, and we sat there on the floor of my dorm room cracking up for a full minute. I genuinely didn't know what we were laughing at and it didn't matter at all.

—[]—

Kenny put a movie on my TV and climbed back onto my bed. I got back on next to him, and we settled in. We watched something with a lot of action, I don't even remember what. We weren't really watching it. The room was warm.

After a minute I felt his hand on my leg.

It was just resting there at first, on my thigh above the knee, warm and still. I glanced at him but he was looking at the TV, totally relaxed, like his hand had just ended up there by accident. Then his fingers moved a little. Up my thigh, slow, no rush, and I just lay there and let it happen because it felt good and because it was Kenny and Kenny didn't make things weird. 

I guess there was more luck to be given tonight.

"You're so big dude," he said, just to himself basically. Not even really to me.

"I know," I said, looking at the ceiling.

He pushed my shorts down and wrapped his hand around the base and I heard him exhale again. He stroked me slowly for a while, just getting me fully hard, and then he put his mouth on it. Again. Even thought I had just finished, it was nice. The warm and soft feeling of a wet mouth taking me in was always welcome, especially if it was going to help me win. It was different when it was just me and him. He took his time. He was less of an animal about it, just a happy little dude that seemed a bit overly intent on making the team have a good season. 

He played with my balls with his free hand, rolling them gently, and I had my arm draped over my eyes, thinning about nothing, just floating in space.

He came up for air and said, "You know most guys don't fill up my mouth like this."

"Really," I said.

He nodded, and went back down. I put my hand on his head, loosely, playing with his hair as I was lost in pleasure yet again. He made a satisfied sound around me that I could feel more than I could even hear it. His throaty groans vibrated against the sensitive skin of my cock.

"I must be getting a lot of good luck out of this," I said, looking down at the back of his head.

He made a sound that was definitely a laugh, muffled, and I smiled.

My phone buzzed on the mattress next to me. I picked it up with my free hand without moving anything else, still holding his head on me.

It was a text from my roommate: Hey man, had to go home, family stuff. Won't be back for at least a couple weeks. Don’t have sex on my bed.

I put the phone back down.

Kenny was still going, slowly slurping my heavy meat with his wet warmth, and the movie was still on. The room was quiet except for the TV and the sounds Kenny was making, and I felt more relaxed than I had felt in a very long time.

Eventually I looked over at Kenny. Then at my roommate's empty bed across the room. Then back at Kenny.

"Hey," I said. "Little K."

He looked up at me. His lips were wet and red, like they’d been receiving a beating.

"Why don't you just stay here tonight."

He looked at me for a second. Then he smiled.

We got into my bed and he grabbed my hand and wrapped my arm around his chest, pulling it across him like a seatbelt, and I let him position me however he wanted because it was easier than figuring it out myself. 

I pulled his warm little body into me, his bare ass touching my dick. It felt so nice, so comfortable. I was so grateful in that moment, the thought occurred to me that I needed to find a way to thank him for everything he does to support the team. 

My last thought, just as I was drifting off to sleep, was “I should totally help him get a girlfriend.”