Straight to Practice

No, I can hold it, there’s no need to waste any more time. I quickly make my way outside, joining the crowd as Dylan tells us that the school is close to cutting our team unless we’re able to raise a bit of money to help them out. The practice has become more of a brainstorm now, with guys shouting out their ideas that Dylan either says he’ll think about or flat-out rejects. I haven’t contributed yet because I can’t get my mind to focus, not after what happened with Dylan and Bradley in the locker room. My eyes are dancing around the backs of the people who are standing in front of me, I can’t help but let my mind wonder what they all look like naked. I’ve never thought about half the team this way before, they’ve all quite attractive but now it feels like something more. Like I need to see every guy I meet naked, or I’ll feel like I’ve missed out on something.

My concentration is soon broken by someone tapping me on the shoulder, looking to my right I can see Rocco. Rocco usually sits out of our games, and we only sub him in when we’re extremely ****. He’s a nice enough guy just not an extremely gifted football player. He curly brown mop of hair is hanging low enough that it’s almost interfering with his eyesight. “This all sucks, doesn’t it?”

“Honestly I’m finding it hard to even concentrate on this.” He’s cute in the same way that you see your friend’s goofy little brother. It registers in your brain that this person is attractive, but you don’t think about making a move because you always see them as just Rocco.

“I can tell” his hand moves down so it’s gently cupping my crotch, it’s hidden from most people because of how close together we’re all standing but if someone was just turning their head, they would definitely be able to see. “I’ve wanted this for a long time.” He’s squeezing my dick a lot firmer now, as if he never wants to let go. “You just have never seen how much I’ve wanted it because you never look at me.”

“Rocco if I had known things definitely would have been different.” His hand lets go of my dick momentarily and he slips his hand below the waistband of my shorts. He continues his groping over the top of my jockstrap.

“They’ll be different from now on.” The way he says it is definitive and a side to him I’ve never seen before. “You’re telling me you’ve never once thought about fucking me?”

I don’t want to tell him the truth, which is that I haven’t, so instead I just say, “sometimes I can’t help myself.” He’s being a lot rougher now, the frequency that he’s moving his hand is causing my shorts to ride down a little, exposing my cheeks cupped by my jockstrap to whoever could be standing behind me.

“I would have let you” his movements become a little softer, gently rubbing up and down the length of my shaft. “I would let you be my first.”

That nearly sends me over the edge. The idea of breaking Rocco in, being the first man inside of him. He senses how close I am because he stops rubbing and removes his hands instead.

“I think you definitely owe me now, after ignoring me for the past year.” In one quick motion he grabs the back of my shorts and pulls them down so they’re around my ankles. The commotion is soon noticed by my other teammates, each of him laugh at as I struggle to pull them back up around my hips. As I do, they all turn back towards Dylan, some of them whispering to each other, “that’s just the beginning” is all Rocco says before he moves away from me. Leaving me harder than I was before I came to practice.