Lax Bro Ch. 02

James Pt. 2

James was eager to go out and party all weekend to get his head off the thoughts he was having about what he and Brian had done, or rather what he had done. He made sure to find time to jerk off, he wanted to be certain he didn't do that again.

But the first time he jerked off he was as soon as he got back to his dorm room and found his roommate gone. Alone there, he took a hit from a bowl and let himself remember what just happened. He was hard almost instantly.

The heft, the length and the taste of Brian's cock all swirled in his head. He let himself imagine more: What if he had hit me with it? What if someone had walked in? Fuck why does that turn me on? What if he wanted to fuck me? What if it meant being able to play or not, would I let his monster cock in my ass?

The thoughts moved James' hands, seemingly on their own, to his ass. He grabbed it, it was thick, more than could fit in his big hands. His ass had been remarked on before, but when you grow up playing hockey and lacrosse you tend to get a muscular ass.

It turned him on to play with it, he imagined Brian spreading his cheeks and his cock pulsed in his hand. He imagined Brian's massive cock sliding in as he pressed his fingers against his hole. He had never done this before and was surprised at the tingle it sent through his body.

Thinking about getting fucked on the desk and pressing into his hole, cum shot out of his dick. He expected it to hit his abs or chest, but two thick bursts shot to his face. One on his cheek, the other just above his lip. While still in the thralls of climax, he stuck his tongue out and tasted his second load of the day.

It didn't taste bad, but Brian's tasted better.

After that, James tried to forget about Brian and his monster cock. Though, here and there when he would see a small build that resembled Brian, he would look to make sure if it was him and would feel a pulse of excitement.

He went out Friday night after practice and went to one of the usual big house parties, and he made it a point to find a girl to bring back to the dorm. He told his roommate to give him a bit, but he made sure that if he was waiting outside, or in his neighbors were home that they would hear him fucking.

The girl was a cute blond sorority type, James couldn't remember which one she belonged to, but she had big tits and was eager to get fucked by a hot lacrosse player. James put his all into fucking her, she whimpered and moaned.

"Louder. Fucking beg for this dick." James wanted to make a scene; he rubbed her clit while jackhammering his dick into an increasingly wet pussy. Her moans got higher and faster, and James knew he was about to make her come.

He felt her coming and felt secure. James kept going though, not satisfied. Athletes are competitive after all. He fucked her for as long as hard as he could, but after another twenty minutes, the girl pleaded, "I don't know how much more of your big cock I can take, please come for me baby,"

Not wanting to disappoint, James focused trying to come, which after a dozen shots and beers isn't too easy. He closed his eyes and tried to envision something or someone that would make him finish and the image of Brian standing above him with his giant dick flashed into his mind's eye.

With that thought in his head and a soft hole on his dick, it took just a few seconds for him to come to guttural finish on the girl's stomach and breasts.

After getting her a towel they lay there for a minute, she snuggled close to him and told him how good he was at sex, but James barely heard her. He thought about Brian and wondered how this girl would have behaved if it were Brian's cock. I bet she would have cried while she came.

The game wasn't until Saturday afternoon, so aside from nursing a minor hangover, James spent the morning doing homework in the library. Eventually, physics was the last class left to study and a jolt of excitement bounced around James.

He felt the pull of multiple feelings: He didn't want to ever study physics, it could make him think about Brian, he knew he needed to and part of him wanted to make Brian think he wasn't just a dumb jock, and that thought excited him even more.

He allowed the temptation of imagining Brian rewarding him with another load for doing well on the quiz. Doing so got him hard, but being in the library kept him from doing anything about it. Instead, the thoughts of pleasing Brian motivated James to study until it was time for the game.

Being a freshman James didn't play much, until the end of the game when they had a five-goal lead. The win was still exciting and even though the coach said not to, he and everyone else knew there would be a huge party at the lax house that night.

The locker room was riotous afterwards, the upperclassmen were running around naked and confident. The locker room always a sort of gay (in an ass slapping sort of way) flare to their bro-y vibes.

Changing near James was Paul. He was a sophomore from Long Island who always had a big smile and was a classic Italian New York type- there were a few on the team. It was just the two of them in their locker bay, so James decided to steal a glance as Paul pulled down his compression shorts.

Underneath was a round taught ass with a sprinkling of dark hair that led to his broad, muscular back. James marveled for a moment, but everyone on the team had a good body, he wanted to see what was on the other side.

He realized he had never seen Paul's dick and now he was curious. James joined Paul in the nudity; he pulled off his shorts and underwear in one smooth bending motion, letting his dick and ass be fully seen if his teammate wanted to peek.

"Not bad James, but I think I've got you beat by a little bit." James looked over to see Paul facing him. His muscular torso tapered towards his carved abs whose contours directed the eye to his protruding cock and balls.

His cock was thick and a few shades darker that James' and clearly hung a bit lower past his hefty balls that James's dick. "Ha. Yeah maybe, but just by a bit I bet." James said looking at his dick and back at Paul's.

The interaction sent James' heart into his throat. This sort of masculine body admiration was common, it was one thing when guys would say things about each other's bodies in a group setting; traditionally humor seemed to be the goal, but this was more intimate.

"It's okay, you've got a better butt." Paul said, as he gave a smack to James' bare ass that jiggled as he walked past affixing his towel.

James couldn't help the flush of excitement that ran through his body, a shiver of nervousness made his dick tremble from the ripples of his ass getting slapped. He wanted to see and know more about what just happened, he rushed to the showers.

Paul was waiting in his towel for a shower stall to open and two became free just as James walked around the corner. They were the two stall at the end of the hallway of showers. He followed behind Paul, watching his round ass press the towel tight with each step.

The two teammates stepped into opposing showers and James went to close his door, he glanced across to see Paul still had his door open with his towel draped over the open door.

He stood there with smirk curling around the edges of his lips, like he knew just how good he looked in that moment, like he knew that James would be helpless to not steal a prolonged glance.

The second that they stood there naked in each other's sight felt like minutes as James drank in the view of his teammates heavy set equipment. The delight gave way to a slight panic and in this game of chicken James lost.

He felt the fluttering of more excitement than he could accept and faced away from Paul. While turning away, James let his ass take center stage, thinking about Paul slapping it a moment ago.

James took a last glance at Paul as he closed the door to his shower, his door was still open, dick still swinging between muscular thighs, and his smirk was still there, though it seemed like he was biting his lower lip, or maybe James had just imagined that.

The hot water of the shower shocked James from his thoughts about Paul. He lathered himself and found that his dick had gotten halfway hard.

Was it like this when Paul saw me? Fuck, probably not. Hopefully, he was looking at my ass.

At that thought, James let his soapy hands make their way to his hips, he rubbed the body wash over his ass and pulled his cheeks apart. Thoughts of Brian zipped in and out of his head.

He marveled at his ass for a moment. It was fantastic, fuller than a lot of girls had, but still soft. His fingers moved closer inward and soon they parted the small patch of blond hair that surrounded his hole. James let a finger pass through the hair and press on his hole, a sensation of warmth and excitement stirred inside him, and he pressed harder as his cock grew rigid with anticipation.

The shower filled with steam. James had no idea how much time had passed; he was transfixed with exploring newfound pleasures. Every swirl of his fingers gave another wave of pleasure, his hole quivered and parted in turn until it opened enough for a finger to slide in.

He felt a twinge of discomfort, then a new sensation consumed James until he found he couldn't get the finger any deeper and fluttered it back and forth. He gripped his cock and before he could even stroke himself, he felt that he was going to come in a way that was from deeper inside himself. It was uncontrollable, his nut seemed to sprint out of his shaft in a spray that left James shaking as his load streaked down the shower wall.

By the time his erection faded, most of the locker room had emptied out, only a few players and a couple coaches remained. James went to his locker with disappointment to see that Paul had just finished dressing and was packing his bag.

"See you at the party tonight?" Asked Paul.

"Yeah of course, I'm ready for a ragger." He wanted to make sure his response was aloof enough, but what James was more focused on was putting on a show. He made sure as soon as he had Paul's attention, he turned slightly and let his towel fall to the ground.

James wanted to make sure that Paul could take in as much of the view as possible, he even bent over to get his towel, pointing his freshly explored hole at his teammate.

"Are you doing a pregame at all?"

James was focused on keeping his ass looking perky as he reached up into his locker, extending his back and hips. "Nothing planned, why?"

"You should come by mine beforehand, I think we are gonna do something around 9:00 or 10:00."

"Fuck yeah." James worried he was too enthusiastic as he pretended to search for his underwear that had been in his hand for a few seconds now.

"Perfect, I'll text you the address," Paul said as he walked past James and landed another hand, this time harder on James' exposed ass.

Just like that he was out of the locker room and James was left to get dressed and try to make sense of what had just happened and what was happening to himself.

James didn't give too much thought or effort to what he wore. Most of it was lacrosse related or was some form of athleisure, but that night he combed through his clothes, hoping to find a fit that would get Paul to compliment him.

He eventually settled on a sleeveless band shirt, his most ass-complimenting jeans and black and white high-top vans.

Not exactly NYC fashionable, but this should be good enough to get me some attention.

He checked himself out in the mirror. His lats and obliques popped through the cut off, revealing his taught checkered muscles, and he spun around to make sure that his ass looked good in the jeans.

James buzzed Paul's apartment and began to flutter with nerves that belonged to a first date, not a sensation he felt when hanging out with teammates.

When he got into the apartment, there were a few teammates and an assortment of girls and other familiar faces. Paul greeted him right away, "Hey, you made it! Here, let me get you a drink, bro."

Paul walked James into the galley kitchen, the noise from the party dampened as they made their way to the cooler full of jungle juice.

"Here, a shot first," Paul poured a double shot of tequila into a Solo cup and offered it to James. "Don't be a pussy take the shot." James did as he was told.

They chatted for a bit about the game, how the team played and how the team was last year. This sent Paul on one of his hundred-words-a-minute rants, he would get excited an veer off topic, until he made his way to a part of the last season that made him hesitate.

"Last season we started off with five back-to-back wins, and like I said we faced some good teams early on, but then there was the incident..." His rapid speech slowed to a crawl as he searched for a way to get off the topic.

"I heard something about this, what exactly happened?" This was the first sentence James had gotten since Paul started talking.

"We used to have a team initiation, and it wasn't even as bad as what the frats do, but the school got mad after a kid got hospitalized last year. So, they are on the lookout if we try to do it again as a team. They even said we could get kicked off the team. How fucking lame is that?" Paul said the last part in a way that implied that James would agree, and he did.

"So stupid. It's not like it will stop us from drinking." James wasn't worried about drinking since he could handle his booze, but he had heard more lurid rumors of nudity and sex. "So, what all did freshman used to have to do?"

"Well since it's just us here, I suppose I can tell you what used to happen."

James felt a rush of excitement as his mind raced with what sort of things the team used to do and he envisioned being naked with his fellow freshman, doing what they are told in front of the rest of the team. Blood started to swell in his cock at the image in his mind.

"It was called the Lax Ball, and each sophomore would get paired with their 'date' a freshman and it would be the job of the sophomore to prepare their freshy for the big night, and we would plan for the week leading up. It was kind of competitive too so guys would be secretive about what they were planning."

Curiosity and fantasies jockeyed for position in James' head as he wondered what all that could entail. He imagined if Paul had been his partner, would they change together, would he have gotten to see him naked outside of the locker room? James leaned back against the wall to help hide his growing erection.

"What exactly would we have to get ready for? Like are we--" James was cut off as a girl popped in and yelled, "Hey! We're playing flip cup you guys have to join!"

Her words shattered the tension that James could feel building in the conversation; he knew he was just a couple more minutes away from hearing details that would make his heart race and dick grow.

"I guess I'll have to tell you the rest a little later then, better to not let the girls know what used to happen." Paul said the last part in a hushed tone so only James could hear.

The words lingered in James' mind as it raced to think of all the things that the guys wouldn't want girls to know. He envisioned the seniors having their dicks serviced by freshman, he imagined sucking the meaty cock of his captain Mark and only snapped back to reality when his turn came in flip cup.

The ten of them played for five rounds, going back and forth with the final round coming down to Paul and James drinking last. It was neck and neck, Paul slammed his drink and flipped his cup on the first try, the team cheered as James began chugging his beer.

As he set the cup to flip it, he thought about how much he wanted to win this, not just for his own competitive urges, but because he knew it would please Paul. His first flip, the cup fell off the table just as the other team flipped their second to last cup.

James bent to pick it up, intentionally bending over so is ass faced Paul and brushed against him on his way up. All the pressure was on, the guy across from James was chugging his drink, James knew this was his only guarantee to win the game. He placed his cup and gently flipped it over successfully and his whole team screamed in victory.

Everyone shouted or cheered, but all James focused on was Paul, "Atta way, James! Let's fucking go!" the last word coincided with Paul landing a firm slapping hand on James' ass. The sort of atta-boy slaps that was common in sports, excepts Paul's hand lingered for just a moment and gave a light squeeze of James' athletic ass before pulling away.

The sensation lingered in James' thoughts as the group redistributed themselves to the couches and chairs, James made sure to find a seat next to Paul.

The group chatted and told jokes and stories as they drank; the alcohol gave James the courage to ask Paul a question once he knew the rest of the party was distracted in conversation.

"You know, I'm still curious to know what this Lax Ball entailed."

"Oh yeah?" Paul said it a cheeky tone that implied his interest was piqued by James' question. "We can try to get away in a bit and I'll tell you more. I think the others were gonna stop by another party before going to the Lax house, so we can hang back and I'll fill you in."

James didn't focus on much of the conversation for the next half an hour; Paul would pour him another drink and James would consume it as readily as whatever Paul was talking about.

When the rest of the party started to get ready to leave, James could feel his heart dance in anticipation of being alone with Paul, who gave them cover to stay behind. "Yo, we will catch y'all at the house, James and I are gonna burn one down, but we will be there soon."

Nobody seemed to notice or care that the two stayed back, and as the door shut Paul tilted his head to the side in a silent gesture that beckoned James to follow him to his room.

"I am still down to smoke a joint," Paul said, as he got out a box with weed and papers and started the rolling process.

Paul was at a desk chair, so James sat on the bed, his burning curiosity making him unable to not repeat himself, "So, about the Lax Ball..."

A chuckle came from Paul as he pressed the paper and weed between his fingers, "I gotchu, don't worry. Like I said we each freshman gets paired with a sophomore."

James interrupted, "And how do they get selected, is it random?"

"No, not really. The sophomore picks their freshman, you're supposed to ask them to go to the ball with you, like it's prom or something, but it would probably be a guy you get along with on the team."

"And so, who would you have chosen?" James interrupted again, asking a question where he was hoping the answer would be his name.

"I mean, I probably would have tried to get you, but I'm sure I would have had competition."

"And why is that?" James was aching to know.

"Because I think you're chill, a solid player, you can drink like a champ, and you're pretty, which is a big part of doing well at the ball."

The reality of what the event was began to dawn on James.

Oh wait, I'm like his date to a dance, does that mean I'm his girl?

Paul took a long breath to power over his hesitation before he continued, "The first contest is a beauty contest, but the freshman all get dressed up as girls for the party, so whoever is the prettiest girl wins the first game."

James could feel his face redden at the thought of being forced to wear women's clothing, it made him nervous and excited even though he didn't have to do it. He had never thought about it before, but now the idea of wearing panties and a skirt for Paul became intoxicating.

"This is where the preparations came into play. Traditionally, the goal was for freshman to sleep with girls and steal their underwear and maybe clothes for the event. Sometimes guys have girlfriends, but it's considered cheating if they help."

"So, you did that last year? Did you swipe some panties?"

Paul gave out a nervous laugh, but his tone was boastful, "Yeah I actually got a few, but I could only fit into a couple of them, had to bang a couple thicker girls to get some that worked."

They both laughed for a few seconds, during which Paul lit the joint and continued regaling James. "Basically, each duo is announced like a formal ball and the freshman is escorted in and they give a little twirl and the captains decide who is prettiest, which trust me, is a huge help."

"Did you win prettiest?" James asked in a laughing tone. "No, sadly, Kevin won it, but I did get second."

This made sense to James, since Kevin as a slender blond with almost no body hair and already had delicate features.

"Well, what happens next?"

"If you win prettiest, you don't have to take the nasty double Jägermeister shot that the rest do, and instead of competing in round two, you sit on the lap of your sophomore."

James began to envision himself in a skirt and panties, sitting on Paul's lap, his ass hanging out, waiting for Paul's hand to slap or grab it. He swallowed in anticipation of more details.

"All the other freshmen have to line back up for round two, lap dances. The captains take turns sitting in the chair in athletic shorts, and supposedly they all take Viagra beforehand because each freshman as one song to grind and dance on a captain and at the end they stand up and if they captain got a visible boner from the dance, then you pass the second round and they give you and your sophomore a glass of champagne."

James was stunned. He never imagined such a tradition existed, and he started imagining all the older guys on the team doing this, and he thought about the captain, Mark. He imagined grinding on his lap and how the big his dick would get, and how it would feel pressed against his ass.

Recently when James had been having thoughts like this about Brian, he did his best to bury them and dismiss them as explainable anomalies, but in the context of a team tradition, he let himself dream about this fantasy without hesitation.

"Oh fuck, that's wild," said James. "Were you able to win that round?"

"Oh yeah, I killed it. I remember the captain, Alex, I could feel his dick was rock hard against my ass, which was actually relieving since failing the lap dance round had punishments for the freshman and the sophomore."

James was too busy picturing Paul gyrate his muscular ass on a rock-hard teammate to ask any more questions, he just took the joint from Paul and listened intently.

"This is another thing that guys would train for because if you don't win in the first two rounds, it's likely that the night is gonna get rough. I practiced at least ten times and even watched videos."

James desperately wanted to know who Paul's date had been, but he was just as desperate for the next detail, so he continued to listen, not noticing his dick swelling steadily as he did so.

"If you couldn't get a captain hard, you would go to the loser corner. Each losing freshman had to get on their hands and knees and wait for the round to end. Then their sophomore sits in a chair in front of them, see they get punished too since they didn't train their freshman enough."

Paul took a sharp breath, hesitating before he revealed what happened next, "Then come the shots. The freshies put their asses in the air and their sophomore has to position a shot glass securely in their ass cheeks and then take the shot without using any hands."

"No way!" James blurted out, not expecting such a debauched ritual to be part of his team's tradition.

"Oh, it gets worse," Paul continued, "The freshman has to take a shot too, and they also can't use any hands, but the shot is kind of hidden."

The pause from Paul made James lean forward with eagerness for the next lurid detail, "The sophomores have to sit on the chair in their underwear and the shot is placed under their bulge, so the freshman has to root around and push the bulge out of the way with their face to take the shot."

"Oh my God, that is fucking crazy!" James couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Yeah, so if your sophomore had a big bulge, it could be pretty difficult and embarrassing with everyone watching you and cheering."

"Well damn, I guess I would have a hard time if I had to get past your bulge." James let the flirtatious line escape his lips without a second thought.

"Haha, yeah it definitely wouldn't be the easiest, but that's what practice is for, right?" Jame's dick became fully rigid by what Paul had said, but he couldn't linger on the idea for long as Paul continued.

"After both shots are taken, there is another round of lap dances, but if they didn't get the captain hard, they have to do the shots again, only the next time the sophomore would be totally naked."

James let out a "Fuck."

"I know right? Most get it the second time, but we had one guy who still failed after his third attempt, and they made him and his sophomore strip naked and for the rest of the night the captains would make them take shots and dance on them. I won't say who it was, but I remember at one point they just kept passing him back and forth bent over on the captains' laps and they would spank him hard whenever they wanted."

"Holy shit, that's so wild!" James couldn't believe what he was hearing, and his mind couldn't keep up with all the scenes he wanted to fantasize about.

"So, what happens after the lap dances?" James was dying to know more but tried to play it cool.

Paul hesitated for a moment, "I kind of feel like I've already said too much, and I know it might seem weird, but going through Lax Ball did make all of us a lot closer and I don't know if I would feel right about sharing the rest of it to someone who won't have to go through it."

James' heart sank a bit at not getting any more details. What did they do? Did they have sex? Was it a ritual? Fuck, I need to find out.

"It's not like our class decided to not do the Lax Ball. If you guys all got closer as a team it must have been worth it."

A smile spread across Paul's face, "I agree, in fact some of the other guys agree too and we had discussed doing a secret Lax Ball, but people are worried about getting caught. I think it will be fine, the only reason we got in trouble is because one kid went to the hospital last year, but he was an idiot and took Xanax beforehand because he was nervous."

"I think we could easily avoid doing that," James said.

"You seem pretty interested in doing this, usually it takes a lot of convincing and peer pressure before the freshman can get excited about it. We had discussed doing it next weekend, I know a couple other sophomores have freshman in mind to pair up with."

"Think there would be a duo that could beat us?" James presumed their coupling and witnessed his question stretch the grin on Paul's face to an ear-to-ear smile.

"I'm not sure, others could have started training secretly, and I would have to see your skills beyond drinking, which thankfully you should be one of the better ones at that."

A pause lingered between the two, neither of the teammates wanted to be the one to suggest what they both wanted, but James broke the silence.

"I suppose I would need to bang a girl tonight and get her panties first, but then I'm not sure about the rest. If this is going to happen, I will not be losing so we should probably start training soon."

"Why not right now?"

The words sent a blast of euphoria through James', he could feel his dick harden again, there was no way he would say no.

"Yeah, I guess why not." He said, trying to act nonchalant.

"James, if you want to do this, you have to do it well, it might seem silly and funny, but you have to want it or you will lose, and I promise you we don't want to lose."

James let out a heavy sigh, "Okay, let's do it, tell me what to do."

"You promise you'll do what I say, you have to trust me."

"I do." Fuck, I will do anything you say, please ask me to get on my knees.

"Good, let's start with this." Paul started to rummage through the back of his closet until he pulled out a battered shoe box.

"You are going to try on each of these, nothing else, and then come out and I'll let you walk out, and we can see which looks best."

Paul held three different pairs of panties, black, white and red. When James realized what his teammate was asking him to do, he felt the rush of panic and stared blankly at the offering in Paul's hand.

"Hold on, let me get you something else to help you train." Paul came back in ten seconds with two shots of tequila, "It is gonna feel scary and weird, but if you can learn to be confident wearing women's clothing you can be confident as fuck on the field."

The logic of his argument mixed with the tequila shot gave James the courage to take the underwear from Paul who still had a smile plastered on his face, "I'll wait here." Paul sat at his desk chair while James went into his bathroom.

James stood in Paul's bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror and looked at the skimpy underwear in his hand.

I can't believe I'm about to do this. Why is this so exhilarating?

He stripped naked and pulled on the first pair, a black lacey pair that only went halfway down his ass; he could only just get his dick and balls to stay inside.

Stepping out of the bathroom he walked out to Paul. "Okay bro, strut out and give a spin. I gotta see how both sides look."

James obliged, walking out directly at Paul and then when he was a foot away, he turned, angling his ass up, bending over slightly and twirling to show his round muscular ass to Paul.

"That's pretty sexy, but let's see the next one."

"Pretty sexy." Did he mean that like my ass looked like a chicks, or is this turning him on? Whatever I'm too drunk to care or think about it.

James put on the white one, another lacey number, even skimpier than the black one. As he slid them on, he could feel his plump ass envelope most of the soft fabric, he went out and spun for Paul again.

Lastwas the red one, James was most nervous since it was a G-string thong, but he put it on all the same, barely fitting his junk inside it while the string pressed firmly on his asshole.

This time when James went out, he made sure to turn his exposed ass slower in front of Paul, hoping to get exactly what he received, a firm slap on the ass. James felt his ass jiggle at the echoing slap and left his ass in the same position for a second, hoping Paul would do it again.

Just as James was about to retract his ass, he felt the hard smack of Paul's hand. A loud clap filled the silence, and a stinging sensation spread across the cheek.

"Fuck!" James couldn't help but let it slip at the surprise jolt of pain that he found more pleasurable than expected. He thought of all the girls' asses he had slapped and how erotic it was, he left his ass in the same spot.

"Atta way bro, I was gonna save the spanking training for later, but it seems you're ready."

Paul put his hand on the other cheek, but instead of slapping it, like James expected, his hand held his ample cheek before squeezing it and spreading the cheek out, letting a draft of air blow across James' now tingling hole.

James just stood there in the red thong, enjoying the hand of his teammate on his ass, and when Paul's hand left his ass cheek, James missed the touch. But the hand quickly came back down on James's ass, this time even harder than the last.

He let out a hiss of pain and surprise, "That's not gonna do. When you get spanked at the ball, you'll be expected to say thank you sir may I have another, the captains will spank even harder if they don't think you really like it."

Paul continued, "We can work on that after the next part. Put the rest of this on and when you come out, you'll practice the lap dance and at the end of the song you're going to lay over my knee and we will train that ass."

"Yes sir, thank you sir," James said it in a slightly joking tone, but it felt real to him when he said it, and he hoped Paul sensed the same desire.

As James put on the skirt and blouse he wondered if Brian would be turned on by this, he thought about the idea of Paul training his ass, and he let himself dream about servicing both of their dicks, letting Paul warm up his hole before Brian destroyed it.

James looked at himself again in the mirror, there he was a muscular jock in skirt that didn't even cover his whole ass, he looked like he was wearing a schoolgirls outfit. The sensation of humiliation ran through his body and mixed with adrenaline and desire; James found himself rock hard at his own embarrassment.

When he stepped out of the bathroom again, Paul was standing with a bottle of tequila and pushed it toward James, who was already buzzed, but he took it and gulped it down, chug after chug, hoping to impress Paul.

"Fuck yeah bro, good shit, that's how you train. Now for the next part, I didn't take a Viagra like the captains, so it might be tough, but your goal is to dance on me until I'm hard. If you can do that in one song, you should be able to do it at the ball."

Paul was in sweatpants now, sitting on the chair, taking pulls from the tequila he beckoned James to begin, "Get started, you do look good by the way."

James blushed as the compliment and the pop music filled his ears. He stepped forward and straddled Paul and started dancing. At first, he felt awkward and clumsy, but another firm slap on his ass unlocked a ravenous side of himself.

James channeled every stripper he had seen on TikTok, he dropped his exposed ass onto Paul's lap and grinded onto his dick to the beet. He lost himself in the drunken moment, setting all his competitive nature and his sexual frustration to the task of shaking his ass to the beat.

His trance was enhanced when he felt Paul put his hands on his waist and pull him up and down his increasingly hard shaft. James could feel it moving under his cheeks, he kept trying to get it to stay between his glutes, while envisioning Paul pulling the G-string to the side and sliding into him.

The song faded to its end and James felt Paul's hands guide him to be bent over his lap, James knew this was coming and he awaited the first strike, but what he felt first was a hard dick pressing on his abs, then the first slap.

The sting across his cheek paired with a throbbing twitch against his abs from what James now realized was Paul's hard cock.

"Thank you, sir, may I have another!"

His response was automatic on each strike, but his attention was focused on feeling the dimensions of the hard dick running along his abs.

One after another, Paul's hand kept smacking the exposed ass and James kept responding, "Thank you, sir, may I have another!"

After six spanks to each now bright red cheek, Paul let his hands rub softly over James's smooth ass, "Damn, you are a natural James, we are going to crush it."

James wasn't thinking about the ball anymore, or about the party they were late for, all he could think about was the hard dick pressing against him under his sweatpants. He let gravity take him to the floor between Paul's legs, looked up at him and saw in his eyes a spark of desire.

Running his hand up Paul's legs, he groped the rigid member that had been poking at him, as he gripped it, he realized it was even bigger than he expected. It must have been eight inches and thick with a slight curve downward.

James couldn't help himself; he pulled the sweatpants down to reveal a hard version of the dick he was staring at in the locker room earlier that day. He didn't hesitate before putting it in his mouth.

He pressed the dick as far into his throat as he could, coughing a bit after sliding three quarters of it in his throat. James noticed how much more he could get down his than with Brian's thicker, straighter dick.

Paul leaned back and placed his hand on the back of James's head, "Fuck yeah, good boy. You are going to be the belle of the fucking ball."

James gripped Paul's rigid curve with his hand and shot his tongue around the head of his dick, letting his various movements synch up to one back and forth motion. His dick was shooting out of his thong and skirt, but that wasn't visible to Paul since James kept his ass up in the air for his teammate's viewing pleasure.

Groans escaped Paul's mouth with increasing frequency, "Oh yes, yes. Keep going James, I'm gonna nut, fuck yeah bro, such a good little slut!"

At hearing Paul say his name, and that he was going to come, James went faster and squeezed harder until Paul let out a primitive growl and his hand pushed James's head further down, causing his gags to turn into gurgles as shot after shot of hot cum glazed his throat.

James maintained his worshipping and draining of the hefty cock until Paul gasped and shivered, pulling James gently back by the hair clenched in his fingers.

"Holy fuck bro! That was excellent, you are going to do great at the Lax Ball."

At that, Paul stood up, his thick cock hanging in front of James's face for a moment before he went to the bathroom. James stayed on his knees, feeling the G-string pressing against his hole, savoring the taste in his mouth.

The sound of Paul's thick hard stream of piss into the toilet shattered the erotic silence that James was dwelling in, "You can put the clothes back in the shoe box and get dressed, we should head out the party now."

Paul's tone had reverted to the usual casual, familiar tone, and James did as he was requested and dressed himself and waited for Paul, who came out in a silk button down that highlighted his smooth olive skin.

James could feel his attraction to Paul was not relenting, he realized he was as hornier now than when he first sucked Brian. He worried that Paul was going to ignore what had happened and carry on normally; James was concerned that he wouldn't get to train for the Ball again or worse yet that it wouldn't happen at all.

They walked to the front door, Paul took one last pull and offered one to James who tilted the bottle skyward. As he did Paul reached his hand down the back of James's pants, grabbing his ass, he whispered into James's ear, "Good boy, drink up." He squeezed the ass tighter, "Next time I want to train more than your throat."

The words sent a pulse of excitement from his asshole to the top of his head and James spit up some of the tequila. The two laughed about it and took the moment of levity to head out to the party.

They were only a few blocks away, as they got onto the block the two walked past a white house with a few people hanging out on the porch. Paul was busy talking in his usual New York verbosity and didn't pay any attention to the people on the porch, but James noticed a familiar face, Brian was standing there, his eyes meeting James's.

The two held each other's gaze as those around them carried on in conversation. James gave a slight nod of acknowledgment, but instead of returning the gesture, Brian reached his hand past his waistline and pulled at his package, flashing the outline of his massive cock to James who turned away and tried to listen to Paul's diatribe.

But he wouldn't hear much of what he had to say, instead James thought of Brian, his bulge and that he was so close. He knew he would try to distract and stop himself, but he knew he would find a way to return tonight and hoped that Brian would still be there.