The Towel Boy Accidentally Jerked Me Off 04 (Patreon)

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Chapter 4: High Standards

I had never seen Kenny outside of a team context before. I had only ever known him at practice, at games, and by now in my dorm room. Seeing him walk into a bar on a Friday night in actual going-out clothes, just a regular guy in a room full of regular people, was genuinely disorienting for a second. He looked different.

His jeans were fitted, which I noticed because I wasn't expecting it. He always wore those loose athletic shorts around the facility, so I had no frame of reference for the fact that Kenny, it turned out, liked to show off his actual body under there. The jeans were dark and they fit him well and I found myself doing a quick scan without even realizing it. I could see the roundness of his butt, and even the bulge in the front. His shirt was form-fitting too, making his shoulders look big, and his waist trim. His ass honestly looked good in those pants.

He found me at the bar and his whole face opened up when he saw me, this easy genuine smile, and he hopped up onto the stool next to mine.

"You look like a regular person," I said.

"I am a regular person," he said.

"You know what I mean."

He held his glass and looked around the bar with this relaxed energy, comfortable, taking it in. He was funny with the bartender. He said something to a group of guys near us and they laughed.

He was in the perfect mood to be set up with a girl.

—[]—

I spotted her about twenty minutes in. Brunette, sitting with one friend, laughing at something on her phone. She was pretty, with an easy smile, and she seemed approachable. Perfect girl for Kenny.

I leaned over to Kenny. "Okay. Her."

He looked. "What about her."

"She's perfect for you. I'm going in."

"You don't have to—"

I was already off the stool.

She was friendly and warm and within about thirty seconds it was pretty clear she was interested in me, not in the mysterious friend I kept gesturing at. I tried the redirect anyway, talking Kenny up, explaining that he was a really great guy, super reliable, hilarious once you got to know him. She kept looking at me while I described him. I excused myself and left her there with Kenny, feeling good about it.

Four minutes later Kenny was back on his stool.

"That was fast," I said.

"She's nice," he said.

"And?"

"Just not my type."

I looked at him. "What's your type?"

He took a sip from his glass and looked straight ahead. He just shrugged.

I tried one more time about an hour later. Different girl, different approach, same result. I steered her toward Kenny, Kenny was polite and warm and completely uninterested, and she drifted back to her friends looking confused.

I dropped back onto my stool and looked at him.

"Dude," I said.

"I know," he said.

"Your standards are insane."

He chuckled. “So, dude, I should probably tell you…”

"Like what are you even looking for?" I said, talking over him by accident.

He smiled at his glass. "I just… know it when I see it.”

I stared at him for a second, genuinely baffled, and then I said, "Okay. Well forget that plan then. Let's just hang out."

I threw an arm around his shoulder.

Something in Kenny's shoulders dropped about half an inch. Just a small release, like he had been bracing for something but then changed his mind. I didn't think much of it at the time.

—[]—

We stayed at the bar for another hour just talking, which turned out to be its own good time. Kenny was easy to talk to in a way that I kept forgetting until I was in the middle of a conversation with him and remembered. He asked good questions and actually listened to the answers, which was kind of rare among the jocks I normally hung out with.

At some point I asked him if he liked it here. At school, working with the team.

His whole face changed. Not dramatically, just warmed up a bit.

"I love it," he said. Just like that. No hesitation.

"Yeah?"

He shrugged. "College is the best thing that ever happened to me."

"We love having you," I said, and meant it. "The guys would be lost without you. Especially with all the good luck stuff."

He looked at me when I said that. Something moved in his expression that was more than just appreciation. He looked back around the room.

"My brother plays at OSU," he said after a moment. "I was his good luck charm." 

He paused. "When I got here and got asked to be equipment manager for the team, I just kind of slipped into the same thing. It felt natural."

"Do you miss him?"

He thought about it. "Yeah. But I settled in fast once I had the team. You guys gave me a place to be." 

He turned the glass in his hands. "I know where I'm needed."

I didn't know what to say to that so I just nodded, but something about it sat with me. The way he said it. I know where I'm needed. Like it was something he had figured out about himself a long time ago. He knew more about who he was in life than most guys our age.

The bartender came by and I ordered another beer and looked at Kenny.

"You want another?"

"I'm good," he said, sliding his empty toward the bartender. "Just water actually."

"Water? We're at a bar."

"I'd rather have a clear head right now," he said, with that small smile, looking straight ahead.

I had absolutely no idea what that meant. I let it go.

—[]—

We settled up about twenty minutes later. I clapped Kenny on the shoulder on the way out and said, "Sorry the wingman thing didn't work out."

"Don't apologize," he said. "It was more fun just hanging with you."

"I still think you'd be great with someone."

He looked at me sideways as we pushed through the door into the cool night air. "Maybe I would."

We were almost to the door when Kenny stopped and touched my arm.

"Hey," he said. "I want to say thank you. For tonight. For caring about that stuff."

"It didn't even work."

"Dosen’t matter." He tilted his head toward the hallway that led to the bathrooms. "Come here for a second."

I followed him in.

The bathroom was a single stall, cleaner than you'd expect for a Friday night, and Kenny locked the door behind us and turned around and looked up at me and I knew what was happening before anything happened, the way I always did by now, that particular look on his face, focused and warm and certain.

He dropped to his knees in one smooth motion and I leaned back against the wall. I helped him lower my pants, as he wordlessly coaxed blood flow into my cock with his mouth. The hot wetness struck me as great as it always did.

I looked down at his closed eyes, lost in happiness, giving me my daily good luck ritual. I thought about how he turned down two hot girls tonight, but jumped at the opportunity to blow me. 

Kenny liked this.

Not in a going through the motions way, not in a doing a favor way. He genuinely, actually liked it. I could see it in the way his hands moved, deliberate and unhurried, like he had been thinking about this all night and was exactly where he wanted to be. The sounds he made weren't incidental. The way he glanced up at me once, briefly checking my face, and then went back to what he was doing with this quiet focused energy.

They had said that it was just a good luck thing. A special token that made us good on the field. Kenny was just a charm for us, supporting the team, and lately he had been especially interested in giving me the good luck, which made sense since I was the captain.

But standing there in that bar bathroom with my hand in Kenny's hair, looking down at my thick meat disappearing repeatedly into his mouth, I thought, for just a second, that maybe there was something else going on. Something on his end that I didn't have a clean explanation for. He grabbed my balls and started pressing his fingers up on my taint and up to my ass. His drool was dripping down his chin and onto the floor. I was experiencing yet another one of the best blowjobs of my life, and there was something special about it. Something special about him.

The only thing that would’ve made it weird was if he was gay.

He went into hyperdrive, even getting a finger inside me at one point. I was so pleasured from the penetration I lost my train of thought. I could literally feel the good luck flowing through me. No girl had ever given me anything like that. His tongue was magic, and maybe that’s what made him a good luck charm. My hips thrust on their own, without me even trying. My body shook a bit like I was cumming, but the pleasure only kept getting better, like I was learning something even better than an orgasm, something only Kenny could give me. My body was transformed into luck incarnate, and only the towel boy could bring me there. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I said, and he doubled the pace of stroking my shaft with his hand and his tight lips, tonguing the head of my cock while he sucked my soul out of me. 

I groaned in a weird way as I finished, and my thoughts dissolved. I couldn’t even remember what I was thinking about before before I came. Kenny straightened up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked completely content, and I thought, well, he's just a really giving person. Some people are like that. It's not weird unless it's weird and it wasn't weird.

"Good luck for both of us," I said.

He smiled. "Good season so far, right?"

—[]—

The walk back to campus was easy and slow. We talked about the upcoming schedule, a road trip the following week, a guy on the opposing team Kenny had heard about from someone. He knew a lot about baseball for someone who didn't play it. I told him that and he said he had grown up watching his brother and I said that tracked and we walked the rest of the way mostly in comfortable quiet.

Back at my room his hoodie was on my desk chair. His phone charger was in the wall. There was a half empty bag of chips on my desk from two nights ago. His vape was on my windowsill.

Neither of us said anything about any of it.

He took off his jeans and got into the other side of my bed in his t-shirt and boxers while I brushed my teeth, and when I came back he had found something on his phone and was watching it with one earbud in, the other earbud resting on my pillow. I got into bed and he handed me the earbud without looking up and I put it in and we watched whatever it was together until my eyelids started getting heavy.

I reached over and turned off the lamp on my side. Kenny scooted back into me against my body. The room went dark and quiet, as I started to get hard.

I lay very still and stared at the ceiling and tried to think about baseball, but it didn't help. Kenny was part of my baseball life.

"Hey," I said quietly. "Kenny."

"Mm."

"You up?"

One eye opened. "Yeah."

I paused. "You don't have an itch right now, do you?"

He paused, then slowly nodded.