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buglersboots · 16 days

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Accept my curse

I'd made finally made it. I smiled to myself and puffed up my chest in pride when I saw the team roster. The football coach from my highschool laughed at me I said I wanted to play, but 4 years of hard work in the gym and I made the cut to play college football without any highschool experience.

Sure, I was going to be a redshirted walk-on last-string tight end, but I made it! I looked to see if Craig, the first string quarterback from high school made the team too, but I couldn't find him on the list. I didn't recognize any of the new players. I guess it shouldn't surprise me, because the university had a reputation for finding star players like diamonds in the rough, which is exactly why I choose the school.

Football practice was exactly how I dreamt it would be. Grueling, exhausting, sweaty, bloody, high fives and butt slaps. Incredibly rewarding. The upperclassmen were not what I expected though. They were friendly. Leaders. Mentors. They made me feel wanted. If you missed a pass, they were their to give you pointers to improve. The linebacker slamming you into the dirt would also help you up and give you tactics to avoid him. I had no idea how good it would feel to be a part of a team.

One upperclassman, Jaxon, took a particular interest in my success. He go out of his way to eat with me in the cafeteria. Invited me to the gym, hell, he was even helping me with my calculus homework.

One day after practice, he told me to keep my pads on and that he had some special training planned for me. Excited, I gladly sat on the bench and waited fully geared up while the other guys got cleaned up and filed out.

"Dude, aren't you coming out with the rest of the team for dinner?" James, the second string junior quarterback, asked.

"I think we're just going to be late. Jaxon had some extra training he wanted to do."

James smirked. "So he's chosen you as his successor." He laughed in a way that sounded almost sinister, which in hindsight should have probably been a warning.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Like a lamb to the slaughter." Zach, on of the linemen interjected, listening into our conversation. Again, should have probably been a warning.

"Yeah, I'm worn out, but I got to give the team my all."

"You've already proven yourself." James said.

Jaxon appeared from around the lockers, fully geared up in his dark purple practice jersey and bulky shoulder pads. "What are you filling my little bros head with?" He laughed.

"We're just reminding him he already made the team" Zach said, light-heartedly.

"Guys, he's fully dedicated, he wants to be just like this. isn't that right?" Jaxon looked right at me and flexed his massive biceps.

"Yeah, just like that." I said back, practically drooling over his muscles bursting out of his pads.

"Yeah, Jaxon's got you good. You guys enjoy yourself." James laughed. The guys finished packing up their stuff and left, playfully slapping my ass through my football pants on the way out. Then Jaxon and I were left alone together in the locker room.

"So, what's the special training" I asked.

Jaxon moved closer to me, till he was standing aggressively close to my face. I could smell the fresh sweat from practice wafting from his shoulder pads. His lips were hovering right next to mine. "Tonight's about dedicating yourself to the team." He said, in a very low voice.

I feel a tinge in my cock as my brain read the situation. "Dedication to the team." I half stated, half asked, our lips brushing together. Before I knew it, the lips brushed was making out. He pulled my into him. I pulled him into me. Our shoulder pads pressed firmly together. He grabbed my butt and pulled my pelvis into his, and his nut cup pressed against my now turgid dick stretching through my football pants. I couldn't help but thrust against him with my hips, and feel him thrust back.

"Would you give everything to the team?" He asked been kisses.

"Anything and everything", I gasped back, Thrusting against him harder.

He extended his arm to push me back, and gave a gigantic flex with his other arm, exposing his massive bicep and hairy, muscular arm pit. "Good. Like these too?" I nodded, unable to form a coherent word while looking at him flexing at me. "Good, then lick" he commanded.

I gladly complied and buried my face in his pit. A surge of pleasure waved though me as my tongue explored his muscular pit and I deeply inhaled his masculine miasma. I found myself on my knees worshipping both of his pits while he flexed his arms and verbally encouraged me.

"Yeah, feels good to worship doesn't it. Focus on good it feels to serve in full gear. You like doing this in full gear, don't you." I couldn't help but whimper back to him in the affirmative.

I licked his solid cup though his pants. "Want me to suck your off too?"

"If you'll accept my curse, you can blow me." The wording didn't register I was so horny.

"Yeah, what do you want me to do?" He smiled and flexed his arm again, and I did another round of pit worship. Then he stood up from the bench and pulled me up. He reached his hand down my football pants and gently cupped and strokes my dick with his hands. Lightingbolts of pleasure shot from my dick and up my spine.

"Repeat after me." He worked my dick, pulled back my football pants some, got down on his knees and took my dick into his mouth, sending another electrical storm of pleasure through my body. He took a breath and I said,

"My body, mind, and soul belong to my football gear."

"My bodyyeeeeii..." I gasped as he took my entire dick into his throat. "Miiiibd ahhhnd soul beeelong to my football gear."

He pulled back and said, "good. Now say, my only purpose in life is football."

I repeated back, whimpering while he continued to blow me. "my only purpose in life is football"

"I commit myself to complete enslavement to football."

I hesitated, but as soon as his mouth was back on my dick the words came flooding out of my mouth. "I commit myself to complete enslavement to football and I will worship football with my entire soul."

"Fuck yeah, you will" Jaxon huffed proudly. God it felt good to say. "I'll obey and serve football with my mind, body, and soul."

Without hesitation I repeated it back while he continued to work my dick with his mouth. "I'll obey and serve football with my entire mind, body, and soul."

I was basically teetering on the edge of an intense orgasm, but Jaxon replaced my spandex football pants over my dick and stood up, the pressed his hard, still cupped package, against mine and asked "are you ready?"

'yeah, I'm ready" I said, deliriously horny.

"I accept Jaxon's curse as my own."

My gut told me something was horribly wrong, but Jaxon thrust his hips against me and my dick did the thinking for me. "I accept Jaxon's curse as my own".

"Yeah, good football slave." Jaxon said, my dick painfully ached with pleasure hearing him say that. I felt Jaxon's hands fumbling with my pants. "Enjoy this." He gave me several more strokes with his hands, bringing me back to the edge of an orgasm again. "Look down."

The cup bulging in Jaxon's pants was glowing, like I was hallucinating. Jaxon pulled the cup out of his pants, revealing a massive erect dick. He took the glowing cup and put it down my football pants, covering my dick. He put my hand over the cup and pushed to firm up against my pelvis and held it with his own hand. I have no idea how my entire still painfully erect dick completely fit inside the cup now in my football pants.

Jaxon leaned up to me and practically whispered into my ear, "I willingly give you my curse, football slave. Use it to fulfill your promise to serve football with your entire body, mind, and soul." Pleasure surged though me as a heard the words drop out of his mouth, and I hungrily thrust against the cup to push to get an orgasm, but couldn't find and leverage to actually get there.

"Jaxon, can you let go of the cup for a second so I can cum?"

'I'm not holding it anymore." I looked down, and fumbled with the cup, but it wouldn't budge. "It's your curse now." Realizing what was happening made me even more aroused.

"Jaxon," I quipped, I fumbled with the cup. I thrusted against it. I couldn't remove it, and I couldn't push myself to orgasm like I desperately wanted either. "I... I want to cum so bad."

"You don't want to remove the cup though." He half asked, half stated.

"It's my curse now." I said, filling me with pleasure and terror at the fact that it was filling my with pleasure.

"And you'll use it serve football?" He asked. I replied that I would. "Then I'll help you cum. I've been waiting to use my dick for over three years for football." He smiled.

I went from redshirt to starter in a year. Jaxon trained and mentored me until he graduated. One day it'll be my turn to pass on my curse to help a teammate serve football to the best of his ability.

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buglersboots · 10 months

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A Helping Hand

Larry and I went to the same high school, but different grades. We knew each other, but ran in different social circles. Larry was ROTC all the way, got married and joined the Navy right after graduation.

I remember seeing Larry not long after he finished basic. ROTC always had an emphasis on physical fitness, but you could tell that he was much more solid, not muscular or anything, but definitely no flab on his body. His 5' 9" frame, round face with brown eyes framed by wavy brown hair, and a cute bubble butt were definite eye candy.

On the other hand, I more or less drifted through high school, not interested in any of the trades offered by the school nor any desire to attend college. That’s the reason why I ended up becoming a route salesman. I started out as a helper, learned the ropes, got my own small route, worked my way up to larger routes, and now I have the responsibility of training new hires. That’s how Larry ended up with me. He had completed his enlistment and decided that a career in the Navy required too much time away from his family.

As Larry and I were driving to the next stop on our route he matter of factly said “Man, I don’t want this to get around, but Ruth and me ain’t had sex since before Kathryn was born.”

TMI I thought to myself. “Well at least you still get blow jobs,” I said.

“That’s a big negative on the blow job. She says dicks are gross and she’s not gonna put her mouth on the same thing that pee comes out of. She won’t even give me a hand job.”

Even though we had talked about the advantages of married life over single life, Larry’s revelation left me wondering why he confided in me about this. Sorry to say I’m not an out and proud gay, and when you work for a particularly conservative company, I don’t see that as a bad thing. So was this a misery loves company confession or an invitation for me to do something about it?

Not knowing what else to say, I simply said “Sorry man, guess your hand gets a lot of work,” and hoped that his response would answer my unasked question.

Larry’s response of “Yeah, but it’s not the same,” still left me wondering.

“Well, I don’t have any good ideas for an alternative. But if you know of one, I’m all ears. It would be nice for my dick to feel something other than my hand,” I replied, throwing the ball back into Larry’s court. Not that I wouldn’t mind giving Larry a helping hand. Hell, I’d even suck his dick, but I’m not going to offer my services, and I certainly expect something in return.

That’s when the conversation ended, but I could tell by the expression on Larry’s face that some idea was trying to work its way up to his consciousness. I just let him sit and stew, waiting for the obvious answer to bubble up.

As we worked our next stop, I could tell that Larry was still thinking about it. Maybe he was trying to work up the courage to say out loud what I already knew. Regardless, he didn’t say much as the manager checked in our delivery, or as we worked the shelves and collected our copies of the paperwork.

Our last stop was a little mom and pop place up in the mountains in the middle of nowhere. Larry had been quiet since he confided in me about his sexless marriage. As we made our way along the winding two lane road through the mountains, I glimpsed out of the corner of my eye that he was mumbling something to himself. Apparently, he had reached a decision, and now was trying to work out all the details in his mind and how he would say it. I couldn’t help but wonder how he was going to justify what I was hoping he had decided.

We finished our delivery and climbed into the truck to head back down the mountain. As we left the parking lot and turned onto the road, Larry looked at me and said “I think I know an answer to our dilemma.”

Acting like I didn’t know what he was talking about, I said “What dilemma is that?”

“You know. The fact that the only action we get is from our hands.”

“Oh,” I said, “and exactly what, pray tell, have you come up with? I’m all ears as long as it doesn’t involve doing something that can get me arrested.”

Larry began his story. “Just hear me out before you say no. You know I joined the Navy right after me and Ruth got married. Served on a nuclear sub. What you may not know is that those subs can stay under water as long as there is food to feed the crew. We could stay under for months at a time, and sometimes we resupplied at sea. So it could be even longer between ports. Much longer.”

Larry continued, “So you have 120 to 130 men crammed into that sardine can. Most of us were in our late teens and early twenties, with no proper outlet for our sexual urges. Most of us made do with our hand while we looked at a picture of our girl. And there was no lack of porn for those who didn’t have a girl back home. Now remember quarters are tight in a sub and there’s not a lot of privacy, so it’s not long before discretion falls by the wayside. I remember quite a few circle jerks and pictures being passed around as guys got off.”

“But there were a few guys whose hand was not good enough; they needed more. Every once in a while I’d hear two guys fooling around in a nearby rack or walk into the head and see two pairs of feet. They called it lending a helping hand and helping a buddy out. That was still in the days of don’t ask, don’t tell, so it was kept quiet. If word got out of what went on, not just on the subs but surface ships as well, the scandal would have destroyed the navy and ended the careers of a lot of good men. Since I just got married, I thought that would be cheating on my Ruth, so I never participated in any of that. But still, I could understand being that desperate. So I was thinking that maybe we could turn on one of these dirt roads, find a place in the woods, and help a buddy out.”

Bingo! That was the solution I was waiting for Larry to find. “So you’re asking if I’d be willing to give you a hand job?... That’d be fine for you, but would still leave me out in the cold.”

“Well, ...” began Larry, “I guess I could return the favor. Or maybe we could do each other at the same time.”

I let Larry stew for a few minutes, like I was going over the pros and cons of his proposition in my mind. If word of this made its way to our supervisor, both of us would be fired without references, and I had worked my way up to a position that I enjoyed and paid reasonably well. I really didn’t want to start all over again. Finally I replied while keeping my eyes straight ahead on the road. “I did say I’d be down for anything that didn’t get me thrown in jail. So where’re we gonna do this?”

“Seems like I remember something about a wildlife viewing area in the holler about halfway down the mountain, just before you reach the creek. Might be just the place we need.” The words were no sooner out of Larry’s mouth when we saw a sign indicating Tiblisk Creek Wildlife Viewing Area next right.

I looked over at Larry and asked “We doing this or not?”

“Yeah, let’s do this before I loose my nerve,” was all Larry said.

I turn onto the dirt road and about three-quarters of a mile down the road there is a sign pointing to the left for the viewing area parking lot. The parking lot is big enough for maybe a dozen cars and just far enough off the dirt road to be shielded from view of anyone going down the road. Luckily for us, it is also empty.

I pull into the lot and back the truck into the far end, as far from the trail that leads to the viewing area as I can get. I unzip my pants and pull out my already turgid cock. I look over at Larry and he’s still just sitting there, looking out the windshield. I realize if I don’t do something fast, he’s going to chicken out. “Well, what are you waiting for? This was your idea after all.”

Larry snaps back to the present. “Uh, yeah, right,” he says. He unzips his pants and fumbles with the fly of his boxers until he finally finds his totally flaccid penis. He looks over at me and says “Looks like you’re already at the starting line.”

I wisecrack and say “Guess I’ve had to do myself a few more times than you. But I’m sure you’ll catch up in no time.” I reach over and fish his balls out of his boxers. With my right hand holding up his dick, I take the middle finger of my left hand and slowly run the tip of the fingernail up his balls and the underside of his dick. That has the desired effect of bringing some life into his limp meat. I remind him that he promised to help me out too.

Larry tentatively reaches over and grabs my cock and confesses “I’ve never had another guy’s dick in my hands.”

I do my best to reassure him by telling him that I can’t feel much difference between his dick and mine, just that I’m reaching it at a different angle. I divide my time between tickling and rubbing his balls and running my finger up the underside of his dick. Watching a man’s dick grow always fascinates me. The way it stretches and grows in girth until it starts rising up from his body. Then watching it jump with each heartbeat until it stands at attention. At full mask, Larry’s cock appears to be about six inches, maybe a little more. Not huge, but more than enough to get the job done. It curves up and a little to the right with a nice conical shaped head that stands proud of the stretched skin down to his circ scar. Now that he’s hard, he needs some lube to make sure I don’t do any damage to his manhood, so I bring my right hand back and spit in it before returning to his shaft. Larry get the message and spits a loogie in his hand too.

Larry’s left hand tentatively returns to my cock. He loosely wraps his fingers around my shaft and begins slowly working his hand up and down. Even his tentative, uncertain ministrations on my cock prove successful at bringing my manhood to full attention. But I quickly realize that Larry is going to need my guidance if I was going to get any real satisfaction from our encounter.

“Hey Larry, I know you said you’ve never had another guy’s cock in you hand before, but it works just like yours does. Don’t be shy about using some more pressure. Think about what feels good on your cock and do the same to mine. And I really like to give some attention to the underside, right where the shaft runs into the head.”

Larry begins to understand, takes a firmer grip and begins pumping up and down the shaft of my cock in earnest. At the same time, I begin turning up the heat on his cock. I’m rewarded with drops of precum. I move my thumb up and over the slit of his piss hole, working the precum all around his head. As more precum appears, I continue rubbing it over his head and work some down on the sensitive juncture under the head of his cock on what’s left of his frenulum to demonstrate what I want him to do for me. I’m rewarded with a low moan from Larry, the first real response he’s given me.

“Oh, Sean what you’re doing to me feels really good. I never knew a hand could bring such pleasure. My jack off sessions have always been to see how fast I could do the deed so I wouldn’t get caught.”

I think to myself, ‘OK, that explains it. He’s never explored the his dick before. Always hot and horny, wanting to shoot a load and afraid he’d be caught, first by his mom when he was younger, then by one of his mates while he was in the Navy, and now by his wife. The poor guy needs someone to teach him about all the pleasures that can be found on and around his cock.’

“Larry my man, there are all kinds of pleasures to be had down there besides using that torpedo to fuck a girl. And they can be just as pleasurable as having your dick inside a warm pussy.”

With my new found knowledge about Larry, I decide to teach him about the pleasures of male masturbation. “Just do what I do. Let me know if I do anything you really like or anything that doesn’t feel all that good. Then I can make adjustments.”

Larry still seems somewhat uncomfortable about having another man’s cock in his hand, but as I continue working on his cock, he seems to be relaxing just a little bit. He’s following my lead and mimicking my actions. It’s not long before I feel his thumb working some of my precum around and under the head of my cock. I let him know how good that feels.

“OK Larry, if you keep working me like that, I’m going to shoot my load real quick. Let me show you some other things to extend the pleasure. Do you remember when I first grabbed your dick, how I ran my fingers under your dick from your balls to your head? Try doing that now, just like I’m doing to you now.”

Larry tries to mimic my moves, but he’s using too much pressure. “You just barely want to brush up against the skin. If you can feel the pressure against your fingernails, it’s too much. Then come back down using just the tip of your finger so you can barely feel it,” I tell him.

He makes the adjustment. “That’s much better,” I say. “How does it feel to you?”

“It feels wonderful. But it’s not going to get me off.”

“It’s not supposed to,” I say. “It lets you back off so you don’t cum so fast but keeps the pleasure pumping. Now take your other hand and pick up my balls. Gently squeeze them and move them around on your fingers while continuing to use your other hand on the underside of my dick, just like I’m doing for you.”

“It would probably get a rise out of my limp cock, but it really doesn’t do much else for me,” Larry said.

“OK, let’s try this.” I let his balls drop from my hand and begin lightly rubbing from the back of his scrotum back to his ass crack with one finger as the others gently rub over the rest of his scrotum. At the same time, I move my right hand up and circle around the edge of his head.

“Mmm.... That feels better. Not as good as dragging your fingers along the underside of my dick and thumbing the underside of my head, but it’s still nice. I never knew there were so many pleasurable places down there.”

“If we had all day, I could show you lots of things you can do down there that are pleasurable. Some can get you off faster than just stroking up and down you cock. Others, just as pleasurable, but let you ease off and prolong the pleasure of jacking off.”

“Sean, I wish we had all day for you to show me more, but I really want to shoot my load.”

That puts a cramp into the other things I want to do with Larry, but I’m thinking the way he said it meant he’s open to learning more ways to pleasure himself and more ways others can pleasure him. Someone will have to teach him and I’m just the person who can do that. I’ll demonstrate on him and he’ll practice those lessons on me. I’m thinking maybe that’s not such a bad thing. I’ll need to work on our schedule a little so we can finish up early every once in a while, but that’s not a big deal. It may take the spontaneity out of it, but that’s not to say we can’t do some quickies in between. And the quickies may even get Larry a little more comfortable working on another man’s dick.

“OK Larry, so we don’t make a mess in the truck, why don’t you come over here behind my door and we’ll get each other off and shoot our loads on the ground.”

As Larry walks over to my door and I get down out of the cab, undo my pants and let them drop down around my ankles. I notice Larry still has his pants up with just his dick and balls poking out from his fly. When he sees me with my pants down, he looks somewhat shocked. I diffuse the situation by saying “Gotta have full access, even if we’re just gonna jack each other off.”

“But what if someone sees us?”

I say “The parking lot is empty. We’ll hear anyone driving along the road so we’ll have time to pull up our pants. And even if we didn’t hear them, we’ve got the woods and the truck between us and them. Even if they pull into the parking lot, there’s still the door between us and them. No one will ever see us.”

That seems to satisfy him. Larry undoes his belt and unbuttons the top of his jeans. They fall to the ground. Once they fall to his ankles, he slips his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pushes them down below his knees.

“Alright, face me and spread your legs apart as much as you can. It’ll make it easier for me to finish you off. Then when you’re ready to cum, you can just turn a little and let it shoot back behind the truck.”

I know the quickest way to get Larry off is to stroke his cock with one hand while massaging his prostate with a finger or two up his crack. I’m pretty sure Larry can’t handle that move just yet. But that doesn’t mean I can’t play with that sensitive area between his anus and his scrotum as I jack him off. He’s already told me that feels good and later I’ll see what we can do about a prostate massage. So I put more spit to lube up one hand and work his cock while the other hand plays around his back side.

I have to remind Larry that he needs some more lube on his hand or I’ll have blisters on my cock before he’s through with me. That’s when he surprised me. Rather than bringing his hand up to his mouth and spitting on it, he leans over a little and lets his spittle drip from his mouth onto his hand and my cock. Gets me thinking that he may have some repressed kinks that I may be able to bring out in time.

I encourage him with “Man Larry, that’s a good aim you have there. Got every drop exactly where it needed to be.”

Larry responds with “That’s how I lube myself when I start getting dry. I can get off faster when I don’t have to stop stroking.”

With that said, we both pick up the pace on jacking each other off. Me with one hand on his cock and the other behind his balls and Larry with just the one hand on my cock. I’m somewhat disappointed but not surprised that Larry doesn’t follow my lead and explore around my crack with his other hand. But for a completely straight married guy, getting him to jack off another guy is an accomplishment. Just give him time, I think to myself.

It’s not long before I feel Larry’s balls begin to pull up in his sack. I know he’s getting close, and so am I. Both of us are breathing hard and ragged. Through his ragged breath I hear Larry say “I’m about to cum.” He pulls his cock out of my hand as he turns to shoot.

Without missing a beat, his free hand grabs his cock and now he’s jacking off both of us. I feel his hand wrap tighter around my cock. He’s jerking both of us in unison. I hear a loud, guttural moan from him as the first volley shoots out of his cock. I watch it arc up almost head high before it curves down to the ground almost ten feet away. Before the first volley hits the ground, a second and third volley shoot out, following the same path as the first. Just watching that is enough to send me over the edge, and feel my sperm making its way up and out. Not nearly as high or far as what Larry sent out, but still good enough to not dribble down his hand. After my third volley, I take control of my cock, not because Larry isn’t doing a good job, but because I don’t want any of my spunk to dribble on his hand and freak him out. After I drain the last drops of my precious nectar out of my already shrinking cock, I take my hand up to my mouth and lick it clean.

Larry sees what I’m doing and says “Man you eat your own cum! Isn’t that gross?”

“What, you’ve never tasted your own cum? It actually tastes pretty good,” I retort.

“No man. Mine either all goes down the toilet, a urinal, or gets caught by a dirty sock. Never thought about eating it.”

“To each his own,” I say. “But you really ought to try it at least once.”

“Well, I ain’t got none left to try today. But I’ll keep that in mind next time,” he says. With that, he reaches down, pulls up his boxers and his pants, wiping what’s left of his spit on the thighs of his jeans. “Thanks Sean, I needed that.”

He walks around to the passenger side of the truck and gets in. I get dressed and jump up in the driver’s seat. Before I crank the truck, I look over at Larry, “You OK about what just happened? I mean, I don’t want this to mess you up in the head.”

“No. Remember I was the one who suggested it. It didn’t seem to mess up my buds who did it when I was in the Navy. They still did their jobs and everything. It was just a way of releasing tension, helping a buddy out and all. But if Ruth stays cold and all, I might come asking again if that’s OK with you.”

“Sure bud, anything I can do to help.”

Looks like I will be making some adjustments to our route so I can lend a helping hand on a regular basis.

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