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The Texas heat at practice on Wednesday was overwhelming, like being scorched in a desert sun for hours. My sweat felt like a layer of glue encasing me in sticky, smelly, armor. When coach finally called off practice (only fifteen minutes early), half of us literally fell to the ground out of exhaustion. Some of the younger guys were even throwing up; it was worse than the war of a Friday night game. Most of the team immediately started trudging toward the locker room within seconds, a proc

Just like last Friday, Mack volunteered for him and I to take his bed post showers. So far there was still no completely clear indication that Mack was aware of what I’d done last weekend but his suggestion to repeat our sleeping arrangements was definitely a sign that I was right to assume he was pushing back on me. At this point, even though I was pretty sure that he was reciprocating in the moment, I knew that i needed to be more clear with my friends. It was messed up and not my intenti

Thanks! Glad you're getting to see more of my series! This one was very fun to write because of getting to explore a more aggressive and morally more gray character. On my patreon, people really loved this one

Grant pounded up the stairs into Declan’s room full of energy. Turns out his club was canceled so instead he went on a casual 10 mile run before coming over to hang out with us. Grant stood in the doorway, composed with his usual focus, glasses perched on his nose, a sheen of sweat suggesting he’d probably even jogged part of the way here even after his run. He had this quiet intensity about him at all times. "Hey," he said, his voice calm and even. "Hope I'm not too early." The

I was finally able to get a good night’s sleep Friday after a crazy good blowjob and the promise that my secret was safe with Mr. Nash and Bradley. I still had to figure out what I was gonna do about talking to my best friend, and whether I’d admit to him that I like dick, but that was next week’s problem for now. Maybe the most surprising part of my rendezvous with Mr. Nash was his random request to help tutor one of his students. I stopped by to see him Monday after class to confirm the detail

That school week started with my biggest smile I'd had in maybe my entire life. Thursday rolled around without major events in the beginning of the week. I’d hung out almost every day after school with the guys and things were feeling more normal than ever. Somehow, I’d either managed my Friday night adventure of Mack’s body without him realizing or there was the small possibility that his arching towards me was intentional. Either way, he gave me no signs to suggest anything clear in eith

I heard a dramatic gasp… “JASON WHAT THE FUCK!” Oh no. I knew that voice. It was deep and familiar. It was a voice that commanded our attention in World History class every other day, one that had cheered our team on from the sidelines at every football game: the voice of my best friend’s father. Mr. Nash. My mind went cold, unable to process what was happening. It was impossible. I must have been so high on adrenaline that I was hallucinating. With trembling fingers,

I wrapped my call with James and toyed around in my room between my phone and tidying up, watching the rest of the remaining afternoon drift away quickly. Around 5, Taylor sent me a text inviting me over for a movie night and to stay over. I happily said yes, excited for some Taylor time for the first time in a while. I ate leftovers at home and headed over to her house around 7:30. Arriving a few minutes later, I entered into their house without a knock, and found her already sprawled out

My name is Jason and I'm a starting linebacker on a high school football team in Texas. I love being the leader of the defense and all that comes with it: big hits, aggression, and going for the win. Oh...I'm also closeted and have that same energy off the field...

I lined up the running back in my eyes from behind the line of scrimmage, looking to shoot the gap between the guard and the outside tackle. A half second before the ball was snapped, I timed the soft count perfectly, bull rushing through the middle at the precise moment, bursting through the offensive line while staying onside. As the quarterback moved to hand the ball off, I blew up their awkward exchange, catching them both off guard. I felt the rush of trauma to my body as I made hard contac

@Davide @SilentandBroken @Summerabbacat @drsawzall Thanks Davide for how you put that. I appreciate you guys looking out for characters in the story but I think Davide (who obviously has foresight b/c he's on chapter 41 elsewhere haha) is spot on here. I really hope that you instead view this as Olly went a bit too far, but Mack very clearly was responding (and I'll just spoil this here, because there seems to be some discomfort around this in this thread) and will confirm so soon. I did it this way intentionally where objectively he definitely was not taking advantage of Mack b/c Mack was intentionally silent b/c he didn't want to acknowledge verbally that he was into it AND at the same time, Olly should learn from that. There is gray area in life, but I want to ensure you all realize there was nothing nefarious going on. Apologies if that wasn't clear from how it was written - elsewhere I've posted this didn't read it that way, but I certainly want to ensure that's the case here as well!

I woke up just past 11am, Mack long gone for lacrosse. I couldn’t believe how far I’d taken things last night. My original plan was to maybe rub his back or at most touch his butt through his briefs. Going as far as fingering him and tasting that intimate part of him on my hand was overwhelming to think about, even now. I put the finger that had been inside of him back into my mouth, sucking off every last bit of his scent and taste. I slowly rose to get dressed, putting my jizz-soaked brie

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Thanks all for your comments! Definitely lots of deep convo between Luke, Declan, and Olly! I would definitely ask you to read the tones and small gestures closely on the Mack stuff! I certainly wouldn't write something that was taking advantage of someone! More to come on them discussing that too but wanted to address it! @SilentandBroken @Summerabbacat @drsawzall

The following Friday night brought a party at a girl in our grade, Bridget’s, house. Luke, Mack, Declan, and I pre-gamed at Mack’s house with some stuff he got from older lacrosse players he knew. We made our way on bikes to Bridget’s house, ready for a fun night ahead with about 30 people from our graduating class. The rare chances we had in high school at real parties once or twice a month were a treat, and our whole group loved them outside of Grant. It just wasn’t his thing We rol

Shockingly, the rest of Friday night went pretty normal. After I jerked Declan off (to put it bluntly), we got ready and went to Mack’s for the night, all of us staying over in his basement, playing video games late into the night before drifting off to sleep. Declan didn’t seem to change his attitude or teasing nature at all with me or anyone else - it was as if nothing had happened. In fact, I wasn’t sure if I was more relieved at how normal things were or disappointed that it didn’t seem to f

@Summerabbacat @VBlew @drsawzall Thanks you three! I did get a lot of feedback when I posted this series on my Patreon back in July so in response to that, I'm going to bring these characters back, but it'll be in a larger series that also included characters from 2 of my other series (which I've yet to post here but will over time). Def check out Northern Lights! It's definitely how most people have found me from various sites and we're through 34 parts on my Patreon. If any of you are interested, check it out! Images of Jack and Matt too

Jack sat hunched on the bench, cleats untied, his head resting against the cool, damp tiles on the wall of the locker room. Halftime. Still 0-0. 45 minutes until a state champion would be crowned. The one thing he knew for sure was that Matt's side couldn't simply hold out for a tie like they usually did. Matt’s team’s defensive-first approach had earned them tons of points all season by holding their opponents scoreless but now one team had to truly win. Jack could feel Matt’s presence eve

As I entered the bathroom with Declan showering, I heard him screech. We had a pretty large walk-in shower in this guest room but it was extremely frosted so I couldn’t make out anything other than his silhouette. “Hey Deck.” I said calmly but with more anxiety than I’d ever felt in my life. “Uh can I fucking help you dude? I know you got a glimpse in the hallway but that wasn’t an invite to the whole party!” Declan said. His aggression caught me off guard. Maybe I’d misread his joke the ot

The glow of the field’s large scoreboard in the corner mocked Jack’s patience from the sideline Tuesday night. It had been about nine days since he’d felt Matt’s soft, fluffy blonde hair brush his inner thigh, since Matt’s breath had warmed his groin. Jack swayed back and forth on the sideline, antsy and ready for the semifinal game against the three seed, his cleats digging into the grass. His team had earned a bye this past weekend in round one as the two seed (as had Matt’s as the one se

Friday rolled around as the calendar turned to March. Luke and Mack both had games tonight and Grant had a cross country meet, so even though we’d likely all end up at someone’s house later in the night, post-school hangs were just Declan and I today. Just as I’d hoped for. I invited him over to my house and challenged him to 1 on 1 basketball on my hoop outside, hoping to work up enough of a sweat (even in the cold) that he’d feel the need to rinse off, especially with my parents out for

Matt tossed and turned in his bed Saturday night, unable to sleep thinking about the 4AM alarm set to wake him for another confrontation with Jack. He still couldn’t believe that he’d saved Jack’s shot Friday, finding a new gear of speed from the motivation to impress his bitter rival and ‘friend’. He’d made a subconscious decision in the moment of the handshake line as he had one arm around Matt’s strong, muscular frame. The aroma of Jack’s natural smell after 90 minutes on the pitch, the

Wednesday brought hump day in the school week as our thoughts shifted towards the weekend ahead. My thoughts shifted to reigniting some bravery for my plan. Luke had soccer after school today, so Declan, Grant, Mack, and I were posted up this time in Mack’s basement. The air in Mack’s basement always smelled faintly of old laundry and lingering Axe body spray from his deodorant baths in a rush to get home to group hangs after his lacrosse games. I sprawled out on the worn couch, running a

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