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Chapter 5: Lacrosse Boys Jerkbuds

Jeff and I lazed around for another hour after our experimentation was completed, my ass somehow only getting more and more sore as I relaxed. The intensity of the moment had completely blinded me to how much my ass was getting stretched. I got up and couldn't even walk right for a moment, falling back onto his bunk to re-gain my balance. Jeff put a soft hand on my shoulder. 

"Bro, you're wrecked," he said close to my ear, before planting a quick and gentle kiss right on my cheek.

Somehow, that was even more gay than fucking each other. I rubbed the spot on my face he had kissed, while he just got up off the bed. I held the railing and stood up too, looking out the window of our first floor dorm. There were people walking by, who just never seemed to look in, weirdly. It was a parking lot, and they would see two freshman experimenting with all manner of gay sex if they wanted to, a jock with a big cock dominating his studious roommate. That's probably something people generally don't want to see, I thought to myself. 

I started getting ready for a shower as Jeff sat down at his desk. I looked at the disgusting state of his body, covered with multiple rounds of fluids, his big dick and balls literally leaving marks on the seat between his legs.

"No," I said, "You're showering. Now."

He rolled his eyes, but unexpectedly, he grabbed his little baggy of shower stuff and stood up. I raised my eyebrows, surprised that a command from me had any actual effect, and he just shrugged, as if to say, "Okay then?"

We showered in a crowded room of other guys, stalls dividing each of the many eighteen-year-old males from each other with some mild conversation mixed in over the sounds of running water. It made me think of all the dicks in close proximity at any given moment in a dorm like this, especially the infinitely thirsty lacrosse guys that we were set to hang out with later. 

Jeff and I acted cool, going into separate stalls without looking at each other, and the shower was as uneventful as usual, which itself was kind of strange after the surreal few days I had experienced.

We walked back to our dorm together in our towels. Just as the door closed behind us, we dropped our towels at the same time. I chuckled as I looked at his big, muscular ass, remembering how uncomfortable I was with his nudity on the first day. He didn't even seem to notice how much had changed.

We were barely dressed again before the group chat had started to explode.

danny: TODAY IS THE DAY

danny: get over here we are assembling. It's pocket pussy day.

TK: he's texting the whole team rn

danny: I already have marcus. I have TK. we have gatorade

danny: WHERE ARE YOU TWO

"Nope," Jeff said, and thumbed his phone all the way down to silent, not even on vibrate. I did mine too and shoved it deep in my pocket while I tied my shoes. For the first time in a long time, nothing in the room was buzzing.

"My dick needs a break," he said. "I didn't know they'd spring for this so savagely."

"Knowing you, you can probably go again in like, five minutes."

He chuckled. "Yeah, honestly I'm kinda hard again already thinking about a fleshlight party. I just wanna hang with you for a bit."

I smiled as we headed out together.

We walked off campus to a burrito spot he liked and took a booth in the back like a couple of fugitives. Nobody in there knew us. Danny and the boys couldn't find us here. We ate slowly for once.

"Can I say something without you clowning on me," he said, halfway through his food.

"No promises."

"I almost didn't come to this school."

"What do you mean?" I said with a mouth full of yummy beans and lettuce and stuff. 

"I got the call that recruitment went through. Then I told them I had to think about it. I drove out to my thinking spot, this place in my hometown with a really good view of the sunset. I sat in my car for like an hour. Like, I wasn't really sure I was good enough. My brother plays D1 and he calls me the practice squad." 

He shrugged, shoving the burrito into his mouth, getting it all over the place like a toddler.

"I mean, I knew you had confidence issues," I said. "I've watched you talk to girls."

He threw a chip at me, and it stuck in my hair, which had gotten a bit long and curly, but he laughed too.

"My parents made us say grace before every meal," I said. "We had a filter on the internet until I was seventeen. Even then, I had to use a VPN and incognito mode because my mom knew how to check history. I literally believed jerking off was the most sordid, nasty thing you could do."

"But you still did it."

"Chronically," I said, "I just figured I'd stop doing it at some point." 

"That's crazy to me," Jeff said. "I mean, my parents definitely pretended it didn't exist. But me and my brothers were straight up porn addicts. That shit did not stay hidden between us."

I swallowed, picturing that kind of household. "Did you ever...?"

"What? Jerk off together? Who do you think passed me his fleshlight when he got a new one?"

"Oh my god," I said. "So that thing..."

"It's seen some action."

"All the dick that has been inside it..."

"Poor thing..."

"Lucky thing..."

We laughed, and I almost choked as I was still eating during all this. 

"You're the first person I've ever been honest with about anything, and I've had your dick in my mouth now," I said. 

"Three times."

"Three times."

"That's kind of beautiful, bro," he said, and we weren't fully joking about it, and neither was I.

We walked back with our shoulders bumping, and outside the dorm I finally took my phone off silent. Forty new messages. I didn't even read them. I typed "omw" and hit send.

"It's time," I said, looking at him with a half ironic smile, with a bit of real nerves mixed in.

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Danny's door was propped open with a lacrosse stick, and we heard the porn from halfway down the hall. I wondered if this would even fly in other dorms (I learned over the next few months that we were, in fact, known as the most disgusting and openly sexual dorm on campus). A girl was moaning at full volume over four guys talking even louder than her. Jeff knocked on the door frame anyway, holding the sock with the toy in it.

"THERE they are," Danny yelled. "The married couple graces us."

Their room was like ours, but doubled in size, two bunks, a monitor on the dresser playing the filthy video. They had Gatorade bottles open everywhere, clearly hydrating and trying to get ready for physical exertion. TK was sitting backwards on a desk chair, and Marcus was lying against the bottom bunk with his legs out, his shorts tented up off his hip. A guy from the team I only half knew sat on the floor by the window. The energy in the room was elevated. They were loud and stupid, wearing shorts and nothing else, their athletic bodies on display in a masculine sea of eighteen-year-old jock meat.

"Alright boys," Jeff said as he pulled the fleshlight out of the sock and tossed it underhand across the room.

Danny caught it with one hand with his goalie reflexes, and inspected the opening closely, unable to stop a smile from appearing. Then he just turned to face the monitor, back to all of us, hooked his thumbs in his waistband, and shoved his shorts and boxers down to mid thigh in one push. No ceremony at all as he exposed his ass to the rest of the room. He spit in the toy, and the whole room watched as his muscley butt cheeks tensed. I could tell from the audible exhale when he inserted himself inside the thing, his shoulders and back muscles quickly beginning a rhythm as he started using it on himself.

"Don't look at my ass," he said over his shoulder.

"We're all looking at your ass," Jeff said.

Honestly, we were. As much as I didn't want to fuck Danny or do anything gay with him directly, it was impossible not to look down at an athletic guy's ass when he was standing naked in front of me, facing away. 

Danny was built different than Jeff, shorter, closer to average height, and thicker, slightly stocky, more of a typical lax-boy I think. I watched him fuck our toy and thought about how sturdy he was. I pictured running toward him at full speed, and imagined he could probably stop me with a simple foot stance. He's probably good at defense, I thought, still not even sure how lacrosse worked. 

His big, tree-trunk thighs tensed along with his ass, and when he turned to the side, revealing a thick dick going in and out of the fleshlight, I noticed his farmer's tan. It stopped at his waist, so his pale ass showed white and smooth under the room light. His cheeks flexed with every stroke, dense slabs of muscle bouncing independently from the rest of his body, and his balls started to bounce back and forth as he got more into it, while the rest of the guys touched themselves over their shorts or reached inside, glancing more at Danny's activity than the porn playing.

"Oh my GOD," Danny finally said, like he was talking to the toy. "Oh my god. You two have been living like kings."

Danny turned toward the group, wordlessly encouraging them to gather around him more closely and watch what he was doing. That appeared to open the floodgates. TK stood up off his chair and dropped his shorts without a word, already half hard, and started stroking while he got close to him, within inches of Danny's hip. I looked at both their butts next to each other, and felt my own crotch pulse as I sat on the bed next to Jeff, spectating the conversion of boys into animals.

Marcus pulled himself out through the leg of his shorts first, then gave up and took them off entirely. The other guy followed. Inside a minute there were four naked lacrosse players in a circle, probably comparing their dicks in their heads, if they hadn't done that in the past already, while I compared their butts from behind. The three of them kept themselves hard while the porn moaned on, and they were all watching Danny instead of the screen.

Jeff and I stayed on the edge of the bottom bunk, spectating like it was our sport now. His knee pressed against mine.

"Marcus has an ass," I said under the porn moans.

"No way bro. And you know he skips leg day, right? Look at his calves."

"TK's has a fuzzy, muscle butt."

"TK's a beast."

He leaned in closer to my ear. "You think they'd be into... the other thing too?"

"You mean...?"

He just raised an eyebrow.

I turned my head back to the buffet of ass in front of me, the full spectrum on display, from perfectly hairless bubble butt to fuzzy, muscular jock ass, random cheeks tensing and twitching with no rhythm among them.

"We'll find out," Jeff said, and put his hand flat on my thigh, high up toward my crotch, and left it there.

Danny's breathing got loud as we all continued to watch. He started vocalizing.

"Uhhh," he released, almost like a groan, or like he was trying to think of the answer to a difficult question.

"Uhhhhhh," he repeated, loudly.

The other three drifted in closer around him, the huddle tightening.

"Guys, I'm cumming," he said, and I watched the group body language align as they all perked up, watching the base of Danny's cock as it pulsed out his load.

"Damn," he said quietly as his abs tensed.

"Me next," TK said.

Danny pulled off, showing the full length of his hard rod for the first time. The thing was impressive.

"Damn," I said quietly to Jeff. "Is he bigger than yours?"

"No," Jeff said quickly, smiling guiltily at me. "We've compared. Like a thousand times."

"It looks close to me."

"It is."

Danny's meat finally left the toy with a wet suction sound and handed it over quickly to TK, who sank into it  immediately, with zero expressed concern about his dick touching another guy's fresh load. 

Danny pulled his underwear up over his softening dick, grabbed a Gatorade, and came and dropped onto the bunk next to Jeff and me, sweaty and satisfied, while the other three kept going in their circle with the toy he'd just flooded, and none of them seemed to care.

TK inserted himself, making a noise like he'd been hit in the nuts. It was hilarious and hot at the same time, watching these big dudes get humbled one by one by a rubber tube, the same way I had. He only played with it for a minute, before he apparently didn't want to cum too early and let Marcus take it off of him.

Marcus was the one who changed the game. When his turn came he didn't take the toy for himself. He knelt down and slid it over the last guy's dick instead, working it for him with both hands, and the guy's whole body arched into it as he placed a hand on Marcus' shoulder.

"Bro, it feels even better this way!" the guy said loudly like he was discovering fire.

"You're not supposed to SAY that," TK said, and then thirty seconds later he was holding it for Marcus. They circled up in the middle of the room, three naked teammates trading the toy hand to hand, jerking whoever was next to them while they waited for their turn, and the porn played to an essentially empty audience.

Jeff's hand moved on my thigh. I reached over and rubbed him through his shorts and found him rock hard, and I was hard too, tenting bad enough that there was no hiding it. He worked his hand into my waistband and gripped me skin to skin, slow, both of us keeping our faces neutral like we were just watching the game from the bench.

Danny watched them for a second. Then he leaned in toward us and lowered his voice under the porn.

"So. I've heard a lot more than just fucking the fleshlight through that wall."

Jeff looked at me. I looked at Jeff. His hand was still in my shorts.

"There's actually more fun stuff we've been up to," I said. "I mean, the obvious..."

Danny took a long swig of his Gatorade, eyes going from me to Jeff to the circle of his naked teammates and back.

"You guys gonna show us that too?"