FOREWORD: I would like to apologize to my followers for taking this year-long hiatus... I am horrible at committing myself to projects like these when I make them public, and I am trying to get over that. So I am going to make things right(ish) by taking on multiple pairings at once. However, this one is not going to be focused on stuffing/feeding like the Austin/Austin series (which will be back with part six soon enough). Instead, this one will be centered around Austin finding love with one of his crushes, Blake. PLEASE NOTE: This story contains male sexual relations and scenes, and many characters in here will be based on real people within my life, so sorry Blake if you see this, or anyone who is in this story!
And so our story begins on a nice spring day, the grass of the field still dewey from the morning, and the soccer match being held at the field is a very close and intense game. But our narrator isn't paying much attention to that, no! He is paying attention to one player in general, Blake Knisley. This boy was a very good looker: nice hair, nice face, nice booty, the whole nine-yards, so to speak. And Austin is watching him from the sidelines. Man, Austin wishes he could just spend a night with Blake, to do whatever he wanted with him. Little did Austin know, he was about to get his chance to do that and so much more.
I'm watching our team kick the ball around, keeping it from the other team, whatever their name was. All I knew was that we were up 4 to 3, and there was only a few minutes left until the game would end. But I'm watching just one player in particular: and his name was Blake Knisley. I wanted nothing more than to sleep with him for one night, to see what it was like. Now while I am opposed to one-night stands, I could make an exception for quite a few players on our soccer team. I snap out of a fantasy as I hear the referee blow the whistle. we had won, 5 to 3, which sent us all rooting for the Indians cheering as loud as we can, as the players leave the field.
But I want to speak with Blake before he goes and showers in the locker room. "Blake! Hey Blake!" I shout over the tops of the heads of people I didn't even know. And he actually had heard me and turned my way. I was dumbfounded, and his beautiful brown eyes pierced me harder than an arrow does a hay bale. He walks towards me and I start to wonder if this was the right thing to do. "You like what you saw, Austin?" Blake asked me. I almost stutter as I reply: "Yeah, I did, actually, even though watching sports is not my cup of tea." My eyes slowly drift downwards towards his assets, and I hope he doesn't notice. But that's not me, that's my ultra-cool alter-ego that could slyly scope out a booty and not get caught by its owner, or anyone else for that matter.
"Let me repeat that, did you like the game or me, Austin?" I start to blush. I feel my trademark dimples, still present even when I am sixteen years old, appear on my cheeks, and I respond. "Well, not just you, I was checking out the rest of the team..." To my surprise, he giggles at me. He legitimately giggles. "Don't worry Austin, I get that a lot. I totally understand if you were checking me out. It's not like you hide it in English class, you are always trying to sit behind me. Don't pretend that you don't!" I blush even harder now, because it's all true. I do try to sit next to him or behind him so I have an excuse for looking at him or talking to him.
"How about we go talk in my car, and we can go get something to eat for lunch? I'm starving!" He tells me. "Okay, that sounds cool. let me call my mom about it first." I say. "That's cool, why don't you come with me while I shower in the locker room, if we're on time you might be able to see the other players naked or changing, and I'm sure they'd love to play with you. Come on!" I follow him into the locker room, where I call my mom and he showers. I hang up as the first towel drops. My eyes widen at the first player. Even better was the erection he supported. I was half-tempted to get down on my knees and suck him dry when Blake steps out, towel wrapped around his waste, with a boner of his own slightly protruding from the towel. Somehow his spiky hair was still up even after a shower, as if it grew that way.
Blake shakes his head at me, as if saying 'no, don't blow him.' So I sit back and watch the team play grab ass with each other. I end up having a painful hard-on that one player actually notices and starts to unzip my pants and pull it out. He takes a few pumps and I start to moan. "Oh, oh, oh boy, wow, wow, oh oh oh!" Then I realize that the rest of team has crowded around me, except for Blake. I can feel the players just rub into me with their rock-hard handles. Oh my God I have dreamt for this countless times. Too soon it seems I cum, all over the player who was jerking me in the first place, who had also switched to blowing from jerking. That's when all the team started cumming on each other too. I was miraculously untouched by semen at all, which astonished me and Blake as we both exited the locker room and headed to his car.
He opens the passenger side door and gestures me in, I can't help but swoon at how gentlemanly he is. When we're both seated he looks at me and slaps his hands on his thighs, exasperated. "I thought I told you to not bother with them!" he exclaimed. I rebute. "Well, I couldn't help it Blake, they played grab ass and I got hard, then one guy started jerking me and the rest of them practically shoved their dicks in my face! I couldn't help it!" He sighs. "Perhaps the team needs some better rules for when we bring outsiders like you into the locker room. I would have preferred you watch me shower than those guys play grab ass. Literally they do that after every game, practice, you name it.
Sometimes they go in randomly because they can and just have sex." That actually didn't sound too bad. But I had some questions I wanted answers to. "So what's everyone's deal, exactly? Are they gay, bi, curious? What went on inside their brains back their exactly?" Blake had stopped at the light before the turn. Keeping his eyes on the road, he explains to me all of the players, as if he were reading off trading cards.