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Chapter 4: Jock Party

I took the most vigorous shower of my life before I left.

I scrubbed everything twice and fingered myself until I was satisfied with the prep work, then dried off, got dressed, and headed out with Patrick's location pulled up on my phone.

His house was big, not just nice, actually big, with a big, wrap-around driveway that made it look like a mafia house. I rang the bell and Patrick answered, wearing a jersey that showed off his thick upper body, and shiny, blue basketball shorts. He nodded to me from way above me, with a sort of half smile, keeping up his macho appearance. I followed him in. On our way through the front hall to the basement stairs I heard his mom in the kitchen talking to someone with a Spanish accent, pots tapping each other. It smelled like dinner.

I followed Patrick downstairs.

His brother, Murph was already down there, sitting on the arm of the couch with his phone. He looked up when I came in and nodded at me with a straightforward friendliness that felt different from Patrick's energy, less performative, more like he was just actually glad I was there, like we were just hanging out. I knew Murph better than Patrick, from having adjacent social circles, present at some of the same parties, but I don’t think we had ever actually talked.

He was a shorter version of Patrick, three inches at least, same red hair, same frame developing under his shirt but not quite finished yet. And he was still tall, still unmistakably from the same gene pool.

Freddy was there too, another jock from school that I recognized. He was shirtless on the couch. He was pale and lean with dark brown hair, slightly curly, every ab visible, with round pecs. I had never said a single word to him before either.

Patrick and I joined them on the couch and they put on a basketball game. The four of us sat around for a minute, nobody saying what everyone was there for.

We sat on the couch. Someone had the TV on. I lasted about three minutes before the tension became more uncomfortable than the alternative.

"So," I said. "You guys wanna..."

Silence for a beat.

I reached over and touched Murph on his shorts, running my hand up toward his inner thigh. He looked down at my hand, then back up at me, and slowly reached into his waistband and cupped his dick and balls, slowly pulling them out to rest in the open air.

He had some blood flowing into it, from the anticipation. I looked at it, wondering how big it would get fully hard, and what it would feel like in my mouth. It would be the fourth dick to be inside me.

I leaned down and put it in my mouth, and I felt the soreness in my jaw dissolve instantly as the adrenaline took over, the specific rush of doing my new favorite hobby taking the spotlight in my senses. Murph giggled above me.

"I told you he’d do it," Patrick said from across the couch.

Murph grew to full size in my mouth and I had to make adjustments with my posture, dropping down to my knees between his legs and pulling his shorts down all the way. He was actually BIGGER than Patrick somehow, another inch or so, which I would not have predicted standing next to them. I wouldn’t have thought anyone could be bigger than Patrick, yet the thing in my mouth was a baseball bat. It didn't even fit in my hand when I tried to wrap my fingers around the base. I worked what I could and used a hand on the rest and tried not to let the size of him intimidate me more than it already had. A picture flashed through my head of what their dad must look like. The genes in this house went hard.

Patrick got impatient as he scooted closed to me on the couch in short bursts. He suddenly reached over and pulled me toward him without much ceremony while Murph made a soft sound of protest that Patrick ignored completely. Patrick pushed my head down onto him, already hard.

I let the drool fall out of my mouth as I sank onto Patrick. I was producing plenty of spit for more than one dick, but I was here for more than that tonight. I got him good and wet, then moved over to Freddy. 

Patrick protested lightly, "I'm not done, bro."

"Do you have any olive oil?" I asked.

After a brief pause, we had an exchange about the need for lube. Before we came to a conclusion, we heard footsteps on the stairs. Murph was coming down with a bottle, wiggling it in his hand.

"Got it," he said. “As long as almond oil works.”

"Isn't mom literally cooking upstairs?" Patrick said.

"Yeah. She said I could have it." Murph set it on the coffee table. "She said 'I don't even wanna know' and just handed it to me."

Patrick chuckled, already kneeling behind me and letting his meat rest on my ass. Just feeling it there gave me heart palpitations.

He probed me with the head of his dick while Murph popped the bottle open and poured a little too much almond oil directly onto the dick. I felt it drip down my butt cheeks before Patrick used his dick to rub it all in, getting it closer to center, and pushing forward slowly. I could feel how hard he was, pulsing against me. I leaned back into him, which he took as the green light.

He popped the large head into me, and I realized immediately that the carrot had not prepared me for this, not even close. It was a shock that registered all the way up my spine. This was real, and it made everything before it seem like it had just been practice. Some part of my brain questioned whether I was going too far.

I didn't resist. I braced and took it, because it was what I wanted, and because I had come here specifically for this, and because I was not going to flinch in front of three horny basketball players who were ready to give me a full buffet of dick tonight.

Patrick didn't appear to notice any of my body’s resistance. He pushed into steadily, getting inside me one centimeter at a time. I felt my hole expanding further than it probably should have, and at the same time Freddy held my head down harder onto his dick. My hands gripped under his legs trying to find my center, but it was like all physical stability within me had disappeared. I stopped even trying to look for it.

Surrounded by hormonal males whose brains could not focus on anything except cumming inside tight, wet holes of warmth, I was just a conduit.

Someone put porn on the TV. I stopped being able to track how much time had passed while the two of them pressed in and out of either side of me.

Freddy said he didn't want to cum yet and took a break, letting go of my head and scooting out from under me. I rested on my elbows on the couch as Patrick’s pressed fully into my body and started gently thrusting, poking my organs with each beat as he built up a rhythm. I just breathed through it, wondering when the stretching and burning would feel different. 

Murph took Freddy’s place, and was slightly rougher than Freddy had been. He quickly pulled my head down onto him like he missed the sensation I had given him a taste of before. 

Patrick built up behind me until he was making clapping sounds, bent over me, his abs smacking against my ass, stuffing me completely. He raised up slightly like he wanted to hit me from a different angle, and he lifted the bottom half of my body off the surface of the carpet, using me like a toy as he kept thrusting, my feet dangling intermittently, barely touching anything. I had no footing.

My insides went from pained to numb to tingly. When Murph held me down long enough that I started to see stars and briefly thought I might pass out, and then came back from that edge, the numbness converted into something warm, a flowing sensation from my lower body to my head, a fire in my stomach like someone had just told me good news.

Their strong arms lifted and moved me in different directions before I realized what was happening. They moved in tandem like they were just naturally aware of each other, the two red heads acting as one. They put me on my back with my legs in the air, flailing around as Patrick continued his brutal pleasure on me. Murph stuffed into my throat from above, and they stuffed me fully from both ends.

Someone said, "Jerk him off, dude."

A beat of hesitation.

"I'll do it," Murph said, giggling.

His hand found my dick and I spewed immediately, no warning, no buildup. I was just gone before I even expected it. Murph’s hand stayed on me, milking me out cleanly while he buried himself in my mouth as deep as he could go.

"Oh shit," Patrick said as he started pumping harder into me. "It's making his ass clamp down."

A minute later he announced, "I'm gonna bust."

"No, wait," Freddy said. "Don't ruin his ass. I wanna go."

"I'm just adding some lube for you, bro," Patrick said. 

His face went happy and tense at the same time, his breath breaking into pieces. "I'm cumming… I busted, dude."

Freddy was eager to go next. In the moment when my mouth wasn't stuffed I made a request.

"Someone jerk me off again?"

Murph reached down while Freddy positioned himself. I came instantly again, just a minute after my first one, just as Freddy pushed in.

"Oh," Freddy said, like he was surprised by the feeling of my ass, his face strained. “I’m… not gonna last…”

He pushed inside me quickly, getting up to the hilt, and held it there. I felt him start to pulse, releasing quickly. 

“Fuckk,” he groaned, his hands finding my hips. I was just finishing my second orgasm when he pulled out of me, already done. 

Then it was Murph’s turn.

He was the closest to my frame of anyone in the room, even if he was still notably more toned and muscular than I was. But he had the biggest dick in the room. He looked down at himself as he positioned, taking his time. I didn't feel any resistance at this point. Everything had been thoroughly stretched and wetted. Combined with the effects of multiple male orgasms and surging hormones and adrenaline, I had been effectively numbed to what should’ve been a more painful penetration as Murph pressed a full inch into me.

He pulled my legs all the way apart. I was spread eagle as he leaned forward into a pushup position, his face close to mine, and pushed in slowly.

When he got in a bit further, I noticed that it was indeed a new size of object crammed into me. My organs pushed around and made room for him, but he was almost too big to fit, physically. But I was too far gone to worry about it. I pushed through it. I wanted to be a man about it, and I felt like I was.

His eyes met mine as his body tensed above me. He was feeling the warmth that he had been craving.

Patrick and Freddy stood naked a few feet from us, next to their pile of clothes, talking about something on the TV. It was just Murph and me for a moment, watching each other.

"You like that?" he asked, and it was genuine. He actually wanted to know if I liked having a dick up my ass. He wasn't performing the question for effect.

"Yeah," I said.

He pushed in all the way.

"I'm a virgin," he whispered.

"Not anymore," I said.

His face scrunched into a struggled expression. He thrust a couple more times, then leaned down slowly and kissed me, pushing in all the way at the same time. I felt the third finish of the night pulse directly into me as his tongue moved inside my mouth, his warm lips sucking on mine.

It was sweet. It was the first time I had actually done something like that.

"That's my first kiss," I whispered to him when he pulled away.

He chuckled, his body starting to go loose on top of me. "Not mine."

When he pulled out, I still had my hormonal energy, but it was time to clean up.

We started to put our clothes back on. The soreness hit me all at once the second the adrenaline started to drain, which was immediately and completely. It was a specific, deep soreness that I had no prior frame of reference for. I felt like my liver had a bruise on it, my spleen was misaligned, my spine needed an appointment with some sort of professional. I couldn’t even stand up straight for a moment.

I was pulling my underwear and sweatpants up when Patrick gestured to my crotch.

"You're still hard, bro," he said, chuckling and making the others look too.

He tapped my dick once with one finger to make it bounce.

I came again, releasing a quick volley onto the carpet before I grabbed myself, aiming it up to my navel. “Woah… woops.”

The room lost it, giggling uncontrollably, and I laughed too as I held my pulsing dick against myself, trying to catch the load coming out.

"You guys broke my dick," I said.

I stuffed my apparently permanent erection into my underwear and pulled my pants up and said goodbye. Patrick and Freddy had plopped down onto the couch in their underwear while Murph walked me upstairs. 

“That was hot,” Murph said, “Thanks for doing that.”

“Any. Fucking. Time.” I said, raising my eyebrows. “That was… the best.”

“Later, man,” he said at the door with a sort of smirk. “See you at school.”

“Yeah,” I said, reaching down quickly for one last grope of his bulge, “See you around.”

And then I left.

Walking home was an active struggle against the pain points in my body. It was mostly internal, and I wasn’t sure if I would ever be the same again. My hole hurt the worst, like I had set it on fire. The whole thing required more conscious effort than I had ever put into simple ambulation. My body resisted every step.

I thought about Murph the whole way. the pushup position and the eye contact and the question he asked like he actually wanted the answer. Then the kiss, which made the whole thing feel more special. 

I wondered whether I even wanted it to feel special. There was something thrilling about getting fucked like I was a whore, or a sex toy. But being appreciated and treated like a real person also felt good in the moment. Maybe I would just let it happen with special people on occasion.

I came in through the front door and Kyle was in his doorway.

"Where'd you sneak off to?" he said quietly.

"Friend's house," I said.

He looked at me for a second, with sort of a knowing smile. "You're walking weird."

"Yup," I said, smiling back at him.

“Cool,” he said, nodding slightly. He closed his door. 

I stripped off my clothes and lay face down on my bed, holding still, letting the feelings in my body run through me.

My ass was on fire. My jaw was sore. My dick was drained but still aching and hard as a rock, pressing into the mattress.

I was happy.

I closed my eyes and thought about Murph and Kyle, and dicks in general, until I fell asleep.

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I woke up the next morning face down on my bed, my ass hurting even worse somehow, and a smile on my face.

That was more or less the shape of my life now.

In the weeks that followed, Patrick did what I had asked him to do in that bathroom and basically just told his teammates. Not all of them, just the right ones who would be into it and keep their mouths shut about it. They came to me one at a time mostly, sometimes in pairs, taking me to the bathroom at school, or sometimes meeting up at their house or mine. And we got plenty of use out of Patrick's basement when the opportunity presented itself. 

I learned everyone's preferences quickly. I learned who was loud and who wanted me to be quiet. I learned who wanted to hang out after and who pulled their shorts up and walked out like nothing had happened. 

Murph texted me a lot. He seemed more interested in being friends than anything else, like he had gained some sort of respect for me, but he let me do my thing on his large cock pretty much any time I felt like it as well. And I could tell he liked the kissing.

Kyle was still down the hall. We still hung out, with increasing creativity and frequency over time, until he finally got a girlfriend, and then it became less frequent, but never stopped completely. He stopped mentioning that it shouldn't be a regular thing.

I had learned something about myself in the span of a few weeks. It had apparently always been there, waiting for someone to ask the right question at the right time. And just like with most things in my life, once I knew what I wanted, I dove in head-first and started asking for it directly. I had no interest in slowing down. I had no interest in figuring out what any of it meant in the larger sense. I was young and hungry and I was just getting started, and I couldn't wait for more of this.