Teammates

By David Sullivan October 10, 2007

Sometimes things happen very fast and turn sour even faster.

I was almost 19 and in my first year of an average junior college in central California. I was the second baseman for our baseball team. I had been made the team captain earlier in the week. I was happy but Sean was not. He was the shortstop and was supposed to be my partner in the infield. All infielders had to work together and it the second baseman and the shortstop had to be well coordinated. Many friendships started in high school, college, semi-pro and the pros this way.

Didn’t look like that’s how it would be with our team.

Sean and I were both prime players in our respective high schools. The coach made me the team captain because he said I was a positive and motivating force, he said I was a natural leader. Sean wasn’t. I didn’t really believe all that about me, I’d always been insecure with somewhat of a low self esteem. I just played ball hard because I loved it. it was almost a religion for me. Sean thought he should have been the team captain like in high school.

It was Friday and the coach called me to his office, I jokingly asked, "am I fired already?" he laughed a bit, smiled and said no, but I had to prove I was the team captain. He said Sean had been dogging it all week and it was my job as the team captain to fire him up to play his best. He said a team is a family and everyone should be willing to do anything for the team.

Being young and naïve I went forth to save our team and convert our reluctant shortstop to a winning attitude. I asked a few of the other players who I felt closer with to join me. I said, "I’m gonna talk to Sean." They nodded and one said, "yeah, he needs

it." Another said, "kick his ass." I said, "no,

we’re teammates, we talk it out, we do anything for each other!"

I went to Sean’s locker. He had just finished drying from his shower and was in his briefs. He really was a very good ball player and maybe he should have been the captain, it would have been fine with me. He finished brushing his long, brown and wavy hair and tossed the brush onto the top shelf of his locker. I called out, as friendly as I could, "hey Sean" and added a smile.

He turned, saw me and kinda snarled. I was nervous but invigorated by the coach. "Hey Sean, look, maybe you should have been the team captain but the coach said I am. We all have to be team and you and I have to be tight so this team can win. I love baseball and I know you do too. You’re a great player, and so am I. we’re all a team, a family and we should be willing to do anything for the team and each other, anything!" I thought it was a pretty good speech, and I meant it.

Sean was quiet and then crossed his arms. There were several teammates watching. Then he said, "team huh?

Do anything for the team, huh? You’d do anything for the team?" I said "yes".

He said, "you’d do anything for me?"

I said, "yes".

Then he shocked me; he said, "suck my dick, it’s been a long time since I been blown. You’re my teammate, suck my dick."

My head began to spin a bit, my heart pounded. I never expected that response. I wanted to hit him, to kick his ass. I wanted to run. Many more thoughts ran through my mind. "Damn, why was I made the team captain?"

He grinned and said, "yeah, bullshit, just like I thought".

Sean was somewhat good looking. Not gorgeous or even hot. Maybe cute and certainly attractive, especially in his briefs. I loved briefs and guys in them. I’m not gay, cuz I’m sure you’re thinking that. I am most definitely bi. I’ve been getting boners since I was eight or ten looking at boys. When I turned 12, I think, it started happening with girls, too.

Sean was white, taller and slender, a bit muscular. He could run, hit, and fire a baseball. When he did smile, which wasn’t too often, it was a cute smile.

And yeah, I’d fantasized about him but also other team members. I was very careful about my sexuality and was only out to my dad and a few friends from high school.

If we were private I’d probably suck Sean’s cock but not here, not now. Not in front of everyone.

Sean again said, "bullshit. You say it but don’t mean it."

I asked, very slowly, very seriously, my own words echoing in my skull, "if I suck your cock will you be part of the team? Will you play your best and quit fucking off? Will you give it your all?"

He grinned, others whispered and answered somewhat solemnly, "yeah, I will."

I took a deep breath. I still had my baseball pants on but no shirt. I felt cold. I wasn’t going to kneel in front of him, it would give him too much power and I’d feel like a pussy. I motioned for him to stand on the bench, and he slowly did. My knees felt weak. He pulled his briefs down in front and said, "well?"

I stepped up and put his cock in my mouth. It swelled pretty fast. I stood there, very, very embarrassed, wondering if it was the right thing to do. I wasn’t even enjoying it. I kept my hands at my side. I moved back and forth several times, stopped, did it a several more times, paused, did it several more times and released it. I don’t even remember what it tasted like or felt like.

I stepped back and said, "ok, I did my part, you do yours". "Let’s see if you’re the man you call others to be, huh?"

He said, "you didn’t finish". I said "you didn’t ask me to". "You said suck it, I did. I quickly went to my locker and changed to my own clothes to escape. One of the outfielders said to me, "damn David, why did you do that?"

I answered, "if I give my word, I keep it. I said I’d do anything for the team, he called me on it. I had to." He shook his head. I left.

I was bothered the whole weekend about the incident. I didn’t mention it to anyone and slept a lot to escape.

The next week, starting at Monday’s practice, Sean was hot. Very, very hot at shortstop and at the plate, batting the ball all over the field. The rest of the week’s practices were the same. We came together as a team, all of us; and Sean and I quickly became the classic shortstop-second base combination. We barely talked but we played like pros. Well, not really, but it seemed like it.

Friday, after practice, I was tired and walking home alone, as I usually did. Sean came jogging up behind me, carrying his equipment bag, as I did. He called my name and said, "we need to talk, let’s walk". He asked if his performance on the field was acceptable.

I said yes, it was really good. Then he said, "well, the team captain should praise good play, I’m insecure you know, it’s your job to build me up," as he smiled.

He transferred his bag to his left arm and hand and reached out with his right. We shook hands and laughed. He said he was shocked when I actually called his bluff and put his cock in my mouth. He also said it was the move of a leader and I deserved to be the team captain. He said he respected me. He said I was a great player and he was glad to be my partner in the infield and on the team.

We walked silently and then Sean stopped in front of a small but well maintained cottage type home. He said, "come on in, let’s get something to drink." The wiseass in me came out and I said, "you live here?"

He smiled (damn, I like his smile) and said, "no, we’re gonna break in".

We went to the front door, he used his key to let us in. we dropped our bags at the front door, got soda from the kitchen, and went upstairs to his room to relax. The room was messy and had two twin beds in it.

He said he shared the bedroom with his brother, two years older. His parents both worked and usually got home late. He said he was a latchkey kid and smiled.

Damn, I like his smile. (Yeah, I know I’m repeating myself but damn, I like his smile.)

Then he shocked me again by saying, "David, it took a lot of guts for you to put my cock in your mouth in front of the others. Some of them are saying you’re gay. I know you’re not but I know I’m not getting laid much and figure you’re not either. If you want, I’ll suck your cock, and make you cum, if you want."

I was shocked; and silent. He said he was serious but not gay and it’s just guy stuff. He asked if the team players in high school fucked around and jacked off and stuff. I blushed and said, "a little". He said, "yea, so, just guy stuff, let loose the pressure. I’m not gay, are you?" I stood and said, "no Sean, I’m sure as hell not gay". I added, "really, your not fucking with me? You’d suck my cock?"

He stood in front of me, opened my belt, then the top button on my jeans and finally, slowly unzipped me. I loved being undressed by a someone, girl or guy. It didn’t happen often and I enjoyed it. My cock grew fast and full. I was nervous, excited and scared. I admit I didn’t totally trust Sean. He lowered my jeans, smiled when he saw the bulge in my briefs (I was wearing nice red, mid-rise ones with white trim and waistband). He slowly pulled the front of my briefs down as my cock popped out. He pushed me backwards so I sat on the bed. He kneeled, looked up at me, smiled, opened his mouth wide, slowly and dramatically and put it on my cock.

Damn, his mouth was hot. My cock is average I guess.

Yeah, I’ve measured it. It’s six inches long and I think a bit thicker than the average cock. I was proud of that part. A lot of thoughts ran through my mind but I made myself come back to the here and now. I looked down and saw my cock going in and out of Sean’s hot mouth. I liked the scene and loved the feel. How long had it been since I was blown?

Faster than I wanted, I came. My body shook and shivered. I went back until I was laying on the bed. I know I was breathing fast and felt embarrassed

He smiled, sighed, took a finger to some of his fallen cum, picked some up and tasted it. he repeated the motion, but this time he put the finger with his cum to my lips. I hesitated, then lifted my head a bit and licked it. we both laughed. He stepped back and I stood up. We laughed, grinned and I know I felt great.

We didn’t hear his older brother come into the house or walk upstairs but he was suddenly in the room, calling us a couple of fags. I was shocked and embarrassed. I jumped to my feet, yanked my briefs up and closed by pants as fast as I could, like the time my uncle caught my cousin and I in a very similar situation when we were fourteen.

Sean said, "hey David, no worry, my big bro here was the first to suck my cock and his was the first I sucked". Sean laughed and his brother smiled. He walked up behind Sean, turned him around, hugged him from behind and ground his groin into Sean’s ass over his baseball pants. Sean didn’t fight or resist and it was clear he was used to it. I wasn’t. I was shocked, scared, nervous, embarrassed and well, excited.

Even though Sean had blown me a few minutes ago I was hard again. I just wanted to get out of there. There was too much and too soon going on.

I looked at the floor, the ceiling, and back and forth between Sean and his brother, Steve. Steve looked like an older version of Sean (actually he was two years

older) but a bit taller and a bit thicker and more muscular. He was cuter than Sean too. He reached down to Sean’s belt and opened it and began to open his baseball pants. Sean let him but said, "hey bro, maybe not now, not in front of David. I think we’re scaring him."

Steve smiled, but kept opening and then lowered Sean’s pants. "Hey sorry David, I didn’t realize this was your first time with stuff, I just assumed you and Sean had been going at it a while. We don’t get too much pussy action so we take care of each other, and our teammates. I play football. I been fucking with teammates since frosh year in high school." He grinned, smiled, bent Sean over the bed and began to undress himself. All I could do was stare and at some point I realized my mouth was open.

Steve reached into a nightstand drawer that separated their beds and took out some lube. His jeans were down, his boxers lowered and his hard cock was getting lubed by him. Sean told me I could stay and watch or go and we’d hook up again later. He laughed and said, "hey, just guy stuff. We’re not gay or anything; just taking care of each other. I’ll fuck him before bed tonight." He looked over his shoulder at Steve who stepped up, placed his cock at Sean’s hole, smacked Sean’s ass several times, hard, then grabbed the top of Sean’s shoulders and pushed his cock into Sean’s hole.

Steve began pumping and was losing himself in the moment. Sean alternatingly dropped his head, moaned and looked over his shoulder. I don’t know how long it went on; I just stood frozen in shock and watched.

Steve pumped faster and made some almost grunting sounds and drove forward with extra power. Sean collapsed face down on the bed. Steve stayed with him, and in him and obviously blasted a load.

He pulled out, stood and slapped Sean’s ass several more times, really hard. Steve took a few tissues, wiped his cock and went to the bathroom in the hall.

He held his boxers and jeans up with one hand. It was a sexy look.

Sean rolled over onto his back and smiled. His cock was hard and a pleasure to see. He looked at me and laughed. "David, David, HEY! Come on out of it bro; it’s all cool, and it’s all our secret. No need for talk and rumors, huh?"

I actually began to breath again and finally smiled.

"I’m ok, it’s just a lot for me." I smiled, laughed then moved in and put my left hand on Sean’s left shoulder and pulled him onto his right side. I used my hand to slap his ass several times. Ok, many times, each time harder than the one before. It was exciting to me. I’d had dreams and fantasies of spanking and this was my chance to try it. Steve walked back into the room and watched. "Oh you like that too, huh?"

He walked up and slapped my ass over my pants as I kept slapping Sean’s ass. We all laughed and enjoyed it.

After a few minutes we stopped and I said I had to get home. Sean and Steve said they had to get dinner ready for their parents. We ended it with a group laugh and hug, hands on asses and cocks. Sean said, "seriously dude, this is all secret. If you tell anyone Steve and I will butt-fuck you on the lawn of the school."

I smiled and said that may not be all bad. I walked the two blocks home, slowly. I loved what had happened and yeah, I felt a lot closer to Sean. I kept thinking about all of it and how fast it happened. I expected I’m jack myself to sleep that night.

I felt good; I just felt good.