With that, Erik jumped up, pulled up his black boxer briefs, pulled up his jeans, zipped up and buckled them, then grabbed the pillow and started gathering the quilt. Jessi stood and combed his hair, and tried to wipe off any saliva that might be on his face with the back of his hand. Erik finished folding up the quilt, flipped it into the bed of his F-150 and got into the truck. Jessi wasn't moving fast enough, so he honked the horn a few times. Jessi ran over and jumped in.
The ride back to town didn't take too long. Jessi was massaging his throat trying to stop the tired aching feeling Jessi had from being skull fucked twice in such a short amount of time. Jessi burped, and immediately the taste of cum was in his mouth and on his breath. "Gross!" Erik yelled, "that smells awful!". Jessi looked at him, and saw a grin come over his face as he stared at the road. "Smells gross, but it felt great to me when it was going down your throat!".
Jessi shook his head and stared out the window. Erik started to whistle country tunes he liked, and then started to whistle, "Coward of the County". Jessi jerked my head in his direction, and saw him looking at me while whistling, his eyes dancing and sparkling, and once Jessi looked, he dissolved into a fit of giggles. "Jessi don't know if you're the cocksucker of the county, but it looks like you might end up being the cocksucker of the football team!", he said, then continued to whistle that song. Jessi was beginning to hate that song...or was it resemble that song? Jessi continued to watch cornfields go by in the dark while Erik kept whistling Kenny Rogers. As we pulled up to the curb in town, he softly sang, "the football team considered Jessi the cocksucker of their team..." and began softly chuckling. Jessi shook his head and got out to face his truck.
Lying on the hood of his car with their backs against the windshield were Josh Vanski and Sam Matthews, drinking beer right out in the open. Sam's older brother was the town policeman, obviously they weren't afraid of the law. Both were dressed in tight Wranglers that they reserve for the rodeos, both had their cowboy boots on, both had Powell Panther T-Shirts
that were a size too small, and both had a shit eating grin when they saw how nervous Jessi was.
Jessi just stood there frozen looking in their direction, they raised their cans of Bud Lite and toasted me, before laughing then emptying the can. At the same time, both let out a belch that could have been heard the next county over, causing them to dissolve in a fit of drunken laughter. Erik came up, put his arm around Jessi's shoulder and guided him toward some of his future destiny that was sitting on the hood of his scout.
"Well?", Josh slurred. "How was it?". "Sweet", Erik said. "Better than I could have dreamed." At that, Sam began to rub his crotch and said with only a slight slur, "I don't know if I want to hear more, or if I just want to experience it myself?"
"I couldn't describe it if I tried. You REALLY want to experience this for yourself", Erik said. Jessi couldn't believe they were talking about him as if he wasn't there.
Now Josh, as Jessi mentioned before, was a wide receiver for the offense, and a corner back for the defense. He stood 6' 2" and was 190 pounds of solid meat. He had bushy brown eyebrows that topped an incredible set of brown eyes that could seduce you in a second, or cause you to quiver in fear in the same amount of time. His smile, which he showed rarely, was made up of perfect teeth that were framed with deep dimples and lips that begged to be kissed. He had begun a beard on his chin, a "muff diver" type and with unruly brown hair on his head that looked like he never combed it, made his entire look one that screamed of testosterone. He had always caused Jessi to be weak in the knees when he looked at him; he was a sex machine that made guys want to be like him, and girls want to be with him. Jessi knew from the locker room that he too had a treasure trail from his belly button down to a medium bush of dark brown pubes -- the carpet matched the drapes! His cock, which Jessi had only seen limp, was about 4 inches long and always seemed to curve to the right.
Sam Matthews was our leader, the quarterback. He was the same height as Josh, 6' 2", but was 30 pounds lighter at 160 pounds. Some idiots thought that meant that Sam was not as tough as Josh, but they found out the hard way how wrong they were. He was often described as brawny, lean but extremely muscular. He didn't have a six pack, he had an eight pack. His lighter brown hair framed a face that always looked determined. Straight eyebrows over hard brown eyes, a determined nose and a mouth that was almost always straight -- never frowning, never smiling. He rarely said much, but when he looked at you it spoke volumes. He didn't have a face that could be describes as "dreamy" or "sexy" or "warm", he just looked at you and you knew you were going to give him whatever he wants.
From the locker room, Jessi knew that he had a light layer of chest hair, a light treasure trail to a moderate bush of pubic hair. He had an impressive, cock that was 5" limp, and stuck out and arched down even when flaccid. His crotch was like an eye magnet that Jessi's eyes couldn't fight. He and Josh were definitely the alphas in their school.
Jessi just stood there as they cracked another beer. Jessi wasn't about to ask them to get off the hood of his scout, Jessi wasn't that stupid. Erik was massaging his crotch and said, "Well, guys, I'm just `drained' of energy; I'm pretty tired so I'm gonna go home. Huh, I gotta tell ya that it's been a while since I didn't have to beat my meat in order to sleep! Well, don't stay out too late! Later!" With that, Erik walked back to his car softly chuckling to himself.
Jessi was thinking he was going to seriously have to rethink his definition of friendship when Jessi heard Josh bark, "Hey! I asked you a question!" Jessi
jerked back to reality and noticed that Josh wasn't slurring nearly as much as earlier. "Huh?" Jessi said. "Geez, what'd Erik do, fuck the brains right
out of ya? Jessi, I asked if you were ready!" Josh said. "Ready for what?", Jessi asked.
"Yeah, Erik must have face fucked him so hard he bruised his brain and made him stupid", Sam said as both he and Josh slid down the hood of the scout,
bringing a bag full of Bud Lite with them. The guys stood in front of Jessi, each with a hand on one of his shoulders. From a distance, it was just some
good buddies talking; the dialogue was much more harsh. "You see, Jessi, my balls are so blue they are ready to burst.", Josh said. "I haven't seen
Erik that content in a long time. You really.....relaxed....him, and I'm thinking you might do Sam and I a favor and help us out. I always get horny when I have a buzz, and," he said looking around, "you are about the only solution to my problem that I can see." Jessi looked over at Sam and his
eyes were boring into his like a great white shark, they revealed no emotion. Jessi knew he was gonna have to do whatever he told him. His eyes had
the `don't fuck with me' look about them. He almost seemed dangerous.
"So what do you say", asked Josh, " you ready to get creative with Sam and I? Your teammates?" As he said the word teammates, Jessi felt Josh's hand
tightening significantly on his shoulder. Almost on cue, Sam's hand tightened his other shoulder. Jessi glanced to the ground and saw two crotches 8 inches from his own that Jessi had a feeling he was going to be intimately familiar with what was underneath within a short amount of time. They seemed to radiate such heat he was surprised they didn't glow.
"Guys," Jessi said, "I would probably `help' you, teammates and all, but I gotta tell you that I have a really bad sore throat right now, and am
thinking a good night's rest might be what the doctor ordered." With an even voice, but a voice that seemed to surge with power, Sam said, "Isn't
that cute, Josh? He thinks I give a fuck how his throat feels. Erik really did bruise his brain." Sam's eyes were pounding into his, shriveling Jessi's
confidence, and Jessi knew that he wasn't going home in the near future. Josh took his free hand and grabbed Jessi's face pulling his cheeks together, pursing his lips. "Jessi, Jessi, Jessi, you know we're gonna fuck you silly, right? We own you, and by the time we're done with you, you're gonna wish
that a sore throat was the worst of your problems!" Jessi's heart sank as he realized there wasn't an ounce of friendship or compassion in their voices.
Jessi was screwed figuratively and probably eventually literally.