Follow the Jocks...

Warning: Male Gang-Bang

Creating a reputation for myself in this new town is more important than first period... besides, I'm already late.

"Head inside without me, ask someone for directions to your first class." I say to my brother. He nods and takes off in the opposite direction.

I slowly make my way across the field, careful to not attract the attention of anyone, especially the group whom I was following. The closer I approached, the louder the commotion of noises became: sounds of loud grunting and soft moans from deep voices filled the air. I walked across the the metal lining of the steps, around the side of the bleachers to see what was happening. The sight before my eyes was shocking to say the least. One of the youngest looking jocks from the group was on his knees with the older ones forming a circle around him, all of them naked, the young boy's lips wrapped around their dicks.

"I love tryout season, breaking in the fresh meat is always so good..." One of the older boys moans through his quick gasps for air. This must be some type of hazing ritual, I thought to myself, and people say sports isn't gay enough as is.

All of the boys thrust their hips into the center, trying to get a piece of the young "fresh meat," **** for those soft red lips and a warm mouth on their cock. The young boy's face is covered in precum, some of the boys slapping their dicks against him, sweat drops begin to form across his forehead as he tirelessly works to please the older boys. His eyes look up to them, seeking their approval, **** to make the team.

"Fuck, yeah! Suck it pretty boy!" One of the guys hollered. The boy is barraged by the salty taste of all the musky cocks as he tries to deep throat them to no avail. His tongue licks up and down the shaft of their dicks with the jocks sporting enormous lengths for teenagers.

"Shit... I'm cumming!" Someone muttered under their breath. The other boys groaned in agreement as they all began to reach their climax. Huddling around the young "pretty boy," they began to jack off until eventually the hot white liquid sprayed all across his face.

"Lick it up." One of the guys commanded. The boy obediently obliged and lapped up the salty cum off of their cocks, licking his lips in desperation for more of the sweet taste as the other guys smeared the rest of their cum on him.

"Welcome to the the team buddy!" They hollered and patted him on the back as the guys exchanged laughs, acting like nothing strange had just happened.

I became completely oblivious to my surroundings as I was stunned by the scene before me; I didn't even notice that someone had approached the group from the other side. His walk oozed with confidence, as if he owned the place, not that I blamed him. The dirty blonde hair that sat atop his head highlighted his crystal blue eyes, I was enamored by the sight. Sweat dripped off of him, even in the dismal morning weather, he must have been getting in some extra practice before school started. The circle of boys immediately froze when they noticed him.

"Hey!" His voice echoed like a lions roar in a hollow cave. "You need to get to first period. Coach hates dealing with the school administration when you guys are late." He says sternly.

"Come on Blake." One of the guys speaks up with a nervous laugh in the back of his throat. "We were just having a bit of fun with one of the new recruits. Y'know, like the good old times."

"I don't care about what you were doing, just be quick about it. I hate dealing with Coach when he's pissed." Blake says before turning around and slowly making his way across the field towards a nearby building. The others soon follow him inside after collecting their clothes.

I can't believe that just fucking happened, I thought to myself, there's no way in hell that's happening to me when I join the team. I check my watch and notice that it's already 7:40 A.M... I'm officially late to first period and every door except the Front Entrance is locked. I can't risk being caught late, my parents will literally kill me!