The Team - Chap 5

[luvyalots]

Previously on The Team...link to Chapter 4

Chapter 5: Forward


Dan let out a savage grunt, sweat dripping onto Jessie?s back, as he pile-drived her up the ass. His aching cock groaned each time he pounded her, his abs and butt feeling tight and hard from the workout he was getting.

Ever since Jessie came home from tour two weeks ago, they hadn?t gone a day without having sex. In fact, they probably did it at least half a dozen times a day?and in every position known to man. She seemed to especially like it up the ass ? and Dan certainly couldn?t complain. She was tighter there and that made him push even more.

?You love this, don?t you,? he growled in her ear.

?Oh, fuck yeah,? she answered through her teeth. ?Harder!? No problem, Dan thought and turned it on, going beyond full blast. This was usual for them; they would start off slow and gentle, but as she got into it, Jessie would urge him to go faster, pump her harder. And pretty soon, the two would be bucking against each other, fucking like animals. They would get so exhausted after two or three rounds that they would fall asleep on top of one another and wake up the next morning covered in dried sweat and tangled in a mess of destroyed sheets.

And frankly, Dan couldn?t get enough of it. If he wasn?t screwing Jessie, he was working out and running, building himself up for the next sex marathon with her. In the last month alone, he packed on another five pounds of solid muscle and his sex drive was through the roof. He would sometimes have to jack off after lifting ? usually while in front of a mirror ? just to release. He loved the feeling of his huge cock straining the fabric of his briefs?which was nearly constant. And the look of himself pumped and ripped after a workout turned him on even more.

?HARDER!? Jessie screamed as Dan felt himself near orgasm, his load unleashing itself, stopped only by the fact that he was wearing two condoms ? he had routinely begun to rip through one, he had gotten so powerful. Jessie shuddered underneath him as she felt his cock explode.

?Whew!? Dan breathed. Depleted, he fell over onto his side, peeling the condoms from his dick and throwing them away. ?Was that the best yet or what??

?Yeah,? Jessie moaned, moving on top of him and pushing him over onto his stomach. Slowly, she bent over and licked him behind his ear ? sending a wave of euphoria through his body. ?Ever since we met up again at that competition,? she whispered, nibbling at his earlobe, ?I get wet just thinking about you.? Dan smirked; that?s what he liked to hear. Jessie was by far the hottest girl he had ever been with and she was crazy for him.

She sat up and slid her pussy down to the back of his thigh. He flexed the muscle there, making it touch her clit and instantly, a look of insane pleasure spread across her face. God, she really got off on him. He felt his cock get hard again and he twisted his torso over to look at her. She bent over again and began sucking on his cut obliques.

?Oh, God,? Dan hissed, his lower body falling over and letting his erect dick bounce straight up in the air. Jessie continued teasing his abs, getting closer and closer to his crotch, making his balls tingle in the process.

?You should come back to drum corps next season,? she suggested while gliding her tongue between the valleys of his six-pack. Dan scoffed.

?Hell, no,? he gibed. ?I?m not doing that truck crew crap again.? Jessie paused and lifted her head to gazed up at him.

?You wouldn?t necessarily have to be on the truck crew,? she said.

?What the fuck am I gonna do otherwise?? Dan questioned, not-so-unconsciously bouncing his pecs. ?I don?t know shit about music.?

?You never know,? Jessie grinned. Her eyes shifted to glance at his huge cock that towered barely inches from her cheek, practically twitching on its own. ?Anyway, if you go on tour with us, you can have me whenever you want.?

Dan felt his heart beat more rapidly a Jessie stuck out her long tongue and touched the shaft of his dick. Then, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, letting her take nearly the whole thing in her mouth in the best blowjob he had ever gotten in his life.



?Wake up, bud,? Dan?s dad said, shaking him gently by the shoulder. Dan opened one eye groggily to see his father leaning over him, smiling broadly.

?Mm,? he stirred, covering his head with the sheets. ?What time is it??

?Nine in the morning.? Dan groaned again. ?You promised you?d come with me to the hardware store,? his dad continued. ?I?m working on that leaky toilet in the guest bathroom today.? Dan rolled his eyes. Damn the man?s home projects, he thought.

?Fine,? he grunted. He whipped the sheets off his face. His old man bent over him conspiratorially. Dan instinctively sunk his head into his pillow.

?So,? his dad whispered with a bizarre grin, ?who was over last night?? Dan swallowed and made a weird expression. ?Come on, I know you have girlfriends over all the time.?

?Well?? He couldn?t believe he was having this conversation with his dad.

?Was it that item from the drum corps?? he asked, one eyebrow propping high up his forehead.

?Dad!? Dan hissed through his teeth. The man grinned. Dan shifted his jaw back and forth. ?Does mom know??

?Oh, no,? he answered, shaking his head. ?And we?ll keep it that way. I was the same way when I was in high school.? He winked, making Dan squirm uncomfortably at the thought of his old man?s love life as a teenager.

Well, the guy was right. Jessie had been over last night, though he thought he had been more discreet. Maybe they had gotten a little too rough, a tad bit loud. His left side was a little sore?maybe from when Jessie?never mind.

After showering and getting dressed, Dan climbed into his dad?s car, avoiding as much eye contact as possible on their way to the hardware store. Not a word passed between them until they pulled into a Dunkin Donuts parking lot. Dan could already sense a father-son talk coming on just from the way his dad looked at him as he put the car in park. He took in a deep breath.

?There?s one thing different between you and me when I was your age,? he began. Dan still looked away and out the passenger side window.

?I?ll take a cinnamon raisin bagel and a medium coffee, two sugars?? he toned, trying to change the subject, ??please.?

?You have drive,? his dad went on regardless. Dan flexed his jaw muscles in frustration. Why did he agree to come? ?If I had been through the same thing you?ve been through, I don?t know if I?d be able to keep going like you are.?

?What do you mean?? Dan whipped his head around, suddenly breaking the wall.

?You?ve been through a lot in the last few months,? he explained, ?yet you?ve kept pushing.? Yeah, right, Dan said to himself, averting his eyes away. His dad caught the look and sighed. ?Look at yourself,? he continued. ?You?re in better shape than you were when you were taking steroids, for Pete?s sake. And apparently,? he popped his eyebrow again, ?you?re still turning heads.?

?Why are you telling me this?? Dan asked, trying to sound exasperated though secretly agreeing with his old man.

?You?re moving forward,? he said without missing a beat. ?You?re adapting to the changes that have happened in your life. And I trust that you will continue to adapt.? He leaned closer to him and smiled. ?You know by now that you don?t need football to make me proud of you. Go out and try some new things.? Dan inhaled deeply and flexed his jaw in thought.

?I?d like to try that drum corps again,? he blurted, surprised at how easily his words came out. His dad looked slightly startled.

?I thought the truck crew wasn?t for you,? he reminded him. ?You said you didn?t get along with one of the other kids.?

?I know,? Dan went on. ?Maybe I can do something else there.? His dad eyed him peculiarly and then let out a soft laugh. ?What??

?It?s that girl, isn?t it?? he interpreted. Dan instantly turned red and bit his lip. ?Naw, it?s alright, son,? he said. ?If that?s what drives you right now, then go for it.? Dan looked at his father, not exactly sure what he was saying but knowing one thing was for certain. His dad was on his side, no matter what.



The rest of the trip to the hardware store was uneventful. They were in, out and home in an hour and a half. Dan was even beginning to feel better than he had felt in ages. Maybe things wouldn?t be so bad after all, he thought, though how, he didn?t know yet.

Of course, almost as soon as he got home, his mom was on his case about keeping his room clean and doing his laundry. And that sent him back into a bad mood. Not wanting to upset his mother even further ? she still hadn?t seemed to forgive him like his father had for doing steroids ? he decided to just leave and shoot some hoops at the park down the street to relieve the stress.

Already feeling the hot sun beating down on the back of his neck, Dan stripped off his shirt and stretched his arms out, inflating his lats in the process. God, he loved being outside where he had the freedom to pretty much do what he wanted ? for a few short hours there was no one hovering over him, telling him what to do and how to live his life. Dribbling the ball, Dan spun around, showing off to no one in particular the moves he still possessed. He had never been a fantastic basketball player, but he had always been good enough to put up a good fight against the Varsity guys in after school pickup games.

He had just launched a three-pointer ? that ended up bouncing off the rim ? when he spotted Marcus coming toward him, his beefy, juiced-up arms swaying heavily at his sides. Dan growled to himself and clenched his jaw. Of course that hypocrite had to show up and spoil his peace.

?Hey, what?s up, man?? Marcus greeted him somewhat nervously. Dan grunted back and glared confrontationally at him. The guy was bigger than ever, his huge traps pulling at the straps of his wife-beater and the beginnings of a thick muscle-gut pushing through the fabric. ?Haven?t seen you in a while,? he stated after a long pause.

?What do you want?? Dan cut him off gruffly, not really looking for conversation. Marcus picked up the ball that had rolled to his feet and squeezed it gently, his triceps popping out of his arms as he did.

?I just, uh?? he began uncomfortably. Having no way to ignore him, Dan just stood there with his hands on his hips, waiting for whatever he wanted to say come out. ?I just wanted to tell ya that I?m?I?m off the juice.? Dan flinched slightly, not expecting that revelation to come out of the mouth of his former best friend.

?It certainly doesn?t look like it,? he scoffed, thrusting his chin at the bulk that hadn?t been on Marcus? body a year earlier.

?Seriously, man,? he defended. ?I did. I thought about what you said that one day and realized I could get caught?just like you did.? He sighed and bit his lip. ?I?m sorry about all that shit I said about you.?

Dan looked down at the ground, not sure exactly how to respond. Maybe this was what his dad meant earlier when he told him he should move on, adapt. Marcus ? someone who had abandoned him to pursue his own selfish dreams ? was now standing in front of him, asking for his forgiveness. Dan knew he was a proud person and it must have taken him a lot to get to this point, to humble himself like this.

?Can I have my ball back please?? he asked quietly, looking directly into his buddy?s eyes. Marcus bounced it to him, letting out a tiny smile as if to say thank you. ?You up for a match, one-on-one?? Dan suggested. ?Unless you think you?re too big to take me on anymore.? Marcus grinned and stepped onto the court. The two then suddenly launched into a vigorous game of basketball?just like they had all their lives.

?So, the guys said they saw you around with this really hot chick,? Marcus said while trying to block Dan in the paint.

?Yeah, so,? he answered, knowing exactly who he was talking about.

?You fucking her,? he asked, ?or just dating her??

?What do you think?? Dan smirked, going for a jump shot. SWISH! ?Right in the hole!? he exclaimed.

?Shit, man,? Marcus laughed, scooping the ball into his big hands. Dan immediately began guarding him, spreading his arms as best he could against the guy?s huge mass.

?I still got it, you know,? he said as Marcus pushed him back toward the basket again.

?You always got the chicks?ever since we were little,? he grunted, going up for a shot. Dan launched into the air and swatted it away, the ball landing on the grass next to the court. ?Damn,? he shook his head. ?How do you do that??

?It helps when your arms aren?t the size of your head,? Dan shrugged with a grin.

?Shut the fuck up, man,? Marcus quipped waggishly, running after the ball. Dan checked his watch; it was almost seven. He grabbed his shirt off the ground and wiped the sweat off his glistening torso with it.

?Sorry, man,? he called, slinging the shirt over his shoulder, ?but I should probably be getting home.?

?Still a mamma?s boy, too, huh?? Marcus joked.

?Now you shut the fuck up,? Dan volleyed, turning to leave.

?Hey!? He stopped and caught the ball as Marcus tossed it to him. ?Thanks, man,? he said, a serious look suddenly on his face, ?for being forward with me.?

?No problem,? Dan answered and continued on home.



Just the fact that Marcus and he were friends once again seemed to make Dan?s life much more manageable. Yeah, his mom was still on his case about everything, but he didn?t care anymore. Just do what she wanted and that kept her happy.

The last few days of summer went by without major incident. Dan spent his days working out and his nights having amazing sex with Jessie ? basically a teen jock?s dream come true. As he lay in his bed after Jessie left, the smell of her still clinging to his naked body, he began to think how good his life really was. True, he had been through shit, but he still had pretty much everything he had before the summer: good looks, a great body, parents that loved him?not to mention a hot girl in his bed almost every night. In fact, the only thing he had truly lost was football?oh, yeah, and Carly?

But he had to move on, right? Just like his dad said?adapt.

The talk about him getting kicked off the football team was no more than a simmer by the time school started again. His old teammates greeted him in the hall just like they always had ? and the girls ogled him up and down, their eyes settling on his crotch where they knew his nine-inch monster lurked. Heck, half of them had seen it at some time or another. The whole steroid thing had become a distant bad memory.

That was, until he passed by the weight room every day after school. As soon as he rounded the corner, he could hear the clanging of weights, the grunts of athletes, the scent of sweat and it instantly made him feel nostalgic. He?d stop for a moment, feeling the pit in his stomach. But then he?d move on, forcing himself not to think about it anymore. He would adapt, find something else.

Football could no longer be a part of his life anymore.



?Have you seen the new music teacher??

?Yeah! Dude, she?s bangin?!?

That was all any of the guys talked about that first week of school. The previous music teacher? a crotchety old woman who smelled like mothballs ? had finally retired?and her replacement was fresh out of college.

Miss Haverhill was tall, with long, slender legs that practically skated across the floor as she glided down the hall, the click-clack of her heels echoing off the walls. She had a narrow waist and curves in all the right places. Her breasts, though kept well hidden beneath her blouses, looked firm and supple. Her face was like something out of a porno ? full red lips, blue bedroom eyes and long blond hair.

But it was her ass that made all the guys drool. Whenever she walked by any of the jocks in the hall, her passing would usually be followed by subtle wolf whistles and mimed booty slaps.

You?d think she catch on when half her piano class was suddenly filled with football players, basketball players and baseball players ? jocks who normally wouldn?t even be caught dead in a music class. It was obvious to everyone else that they were only there for the eye candy. And naturally, that included Marcus and Dan who had registered within the first few days. Dan wasn?t crazy about it at first, but Marcus had persuaded him, convincing him it was an easy A.

?Plus,? he said, ?we have a bet going that you?ll be the first to get her.? They talked secretively as they set up their keyboards?even though they had no intention of actually touching them.

?Seriously?? Dan whispered, grinning.

?Yeah, I mean,? Marcus pursed his lips as soon as Miss Haverhill turned her back to them to write on the blackboard, ?look at that ass! I?ll give you fifty bucks if you slap that thing by Christmas.?

?Fuck, man!? Dan exclaimed. ?Hell, yeah!?

?Watch your language, Mr?? the woman glanced at her attendance list, ?Mr. Wilkins.? Dan smirked, instantly stepping into the limelight; he couldn?t resist.

?That?s not all I?m watching,? he drawled, subtly inflating his chest and flexing his muscled arms. Heck, she wasn?t much older than he was. Surely, he?d get a rise out of her like he did all the other girls. As if on cue, he heard one of the cheerleaders sigh behind him.

?And what do you mean by that?? Miss Haverhill said, seemingly unaffected. She smiled blankly at him as if she had simply asked him a test question. We?ll see how long that lasts, Dan thought.

?I?ll be watching to make sure my fingers hit all the right places,? he responded suggestively, softly running his fingers up and down the keyboard.

?Shit,? Marcus said under his breath, shaking his head while trying to hide his laughter.

?Well, I hope you would have attention to detail,? Miss Haverhill said, not batting an eyelash. Damn, she was good! She then directed her attention to the whole class. ?Open your books to page 12 where there is a diagram of the same keyboards you have in front of you.?

?You might want to make it Easter,? Dan whispered over to Marcus, feeling slightly disgusted. Yeah, he may have been out of practice, but then again, the girls he usually tried to charm were considerably younger than Miss Haverhill. Marcus only laughed.

That day in class, they went over the notes of the scale and found them on the keyboard. It was basic stuff and Dan found it easy to follow along without trying too hard. Maybe this class would be an easy A; God knew he could use it. As soon as the bell rang, the class began filing out of the room.
?Mr. Wilkins,? Miss Haverhill called from her desk without even looking at the door, ?can you stay a minute please?? Marcus gave Dan the eye and made a face. Dan smirked, though curious. Perhaps she really did have a thing for him and was only putting on airs in front of the class.

?What?s up,? he quipped coolly, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe and crossing his arms.

?First of all,? the teacher suddenly glared him straight in the eyes, ?you can turn off the charm. It won?t work on me.?

?Oh,? Dan said, deflated. He hadn?t expected that.

?Go to the piano,? she ordered calmly, nodding toward the upright piano standing at the front of the room. Uncomfortably, Dan headed over to it. He didn?t bother sitting down on the bench; this probably wasn?t going to be that kind of ?lesson.?

?Yeah??

?I want to try something with you,? Miss Haverhill said enigmatically. She opened up a desk drawer and pulled out a small silver disk with little holes around the edge. ?I?m going to sound a note from this pitch pipe and see if you can locate that same note on the piano, ok??

?O?K,? Dan peered at her oddly. What was this all about? She blew into one of the holes on the disk and a breathy tone sounded. Whatever, he thought. He glanced at the piano for a moment and then hit a key?sounding the same tone.

?Hm,? Miss Haverhill hummed. ?Try this one.? She turned the disk, blew into a different hole and sounded a completely different tone. That, too, Dan matched on the piano. They tried a third one?again, perfect. Dan was beginning to get bored.

?Miss Haverhill,? he said.

?That?s quite interesting,? she said, staring up at nothing. Dan glanced in the same direction, trying to see what she was looking at.

?What?s interesting?? he asked.

?You may have something that very few people in the world have,? she stated, nearly in awe. Dan raised his eyebrows as if he needed to pull it out of her. ?Perfect pitch.?

?Perfect what??

?Pitch,? Miss Haverhill repeated. ?You obviously weren?t paying attention today, were you?? She didn?t even bother to acknowledge an answer. ?Perfect pitch means you can pick a note out of mid-air and identify it without any reference. I could tell from the way you were fooling around on your keyboard today. It?s a gift.?

?What do you mean?? Dan narrowed his eyes at her.

?Have you ever thought about going into music?? she asked.

?Hell, no,? Dan instantly rebutted, throwing up his hands. ?I?m not gonna play in no band or choir.?

?Well, not exactly that,? Miss Haverhill explained. But musicians and composers would kill to have what you have. You should think about it.?

?Lady, I?m a jock! I do sports.?

?I?ve spoken to the athletic director,? she said plainly. ?I know about you getting kicked off the football team?and why.? Dan sulked, though he tried to hide it. He knew his dad said he should move on to other things besides football, but this wasn?t exactly what he had in mind.

?I gotta go,? he uttered quickly, not able to figure out how to respond. With that, he spun on his heels and left the room as quickly as he could.

[bobman]

I absolutely love where this is going! Just fantastic reading.

[musclebaz]

Although Dan doesnt like the idea at the moment there is no reason on earth why he cannot be a jock and a musician. I bodybuild competitively and sing in a choir. Chris Dickinson took up bodybuilding to help with his opera singing. Well theres my two penny worth.

[redroger11]

Whoo-boy. You have more than a hot story here. Some breadth and width to it. And of course the meat of the story is the Growth. It's so cool that it involves more than the body growth. We become the biggest we can be, when the heart and mind grows with our bodies. Excellent work. Keep Writing.

redroger11