Manhandled (33 page)

“Seventeen!” Drew shouted at their backs. “Blue eleven …” Adam waited for the signal.
“Blue ten!”

That was it! He pushed up and into Russ, then spun around him as the two sides collided. Shaking free of Alex’s pawing hand,
he dug in and faced Drew, showing that he was open. Drew dodged Jackson’s tackle, snapped back, and fired. But the ball sailed
over Adam’s head and past him, and safely into Brady’s waiting arms.

Brady lay on his back on the grass, his hair and shorts soaked in sweat, his bare chest and legs glistening.

“Phew, dudes, this is fun,” he chuckled. “I haven’t had a workout like this in months.”

Alex tossed Brady a can of beer. Brady caught it effortlessly. “You call it fun,” Alex said. “To me, it’s an excuse to take
a sick day tomorrow to recover.”

“Yeah, we ain’t all as young as you,” Jackson added.

Drew emerged from the house, his discarded T-shirt wrapped around his waist. He carried an empty plastic bag, which he filled
with ice from the cooler. He walked it over to Brady and knelt down to set it on his skinned knee.

“You OK?” Drew asked.

Brady nodded. “Just tripped over my line buddy over there.” He indicated Adam, who figured his look of guilt must have betrayed
him. He’d tripped Brady, and—he admitted in silence—it hadn’t been an accident.

“Sorry,” he grumbled.

Brady flashed that sexy, dumb grin again and waved a hand. “Naw, don’t be. With a skinned knee, I feel like part of the skins
team now.”

Adam shook his head. “Do you?”

Brady nodded. “You, me, Drew—even bleeding, we’re killing these dudes.” A round of swears and huffs erupted from the shirts
team, all of it good-natured. As the other guys bitched, Adam noticed that Drew’s and Brady’s eyes were locked. He also saw
that Drew’s hand was lingering on the younger man’s grass-stained knee.

“So you like playing on our team?” Adam asked. Brady nodded. Adam felt the eyes of the other men on him, but kept his own
trained on Brady. “Drew tell you everything about us?”

Drew rose from his crouch beside the younger man. “Adam—”

Adam cut him off. “Well, if he’s gonna be part of the party, he should know the rules.”

“Adam,”
Drew reprimanded.

Adam faced Drew’s look of disapproval. “Whatever you say,” he sighed, rising from the deck. “I gotta piss.”

He stormed into the house and went to the bathroom. But instead of draining his bladder, Adam splashed cold water on his face.
The sweat coating his hair, pits, crotch, and toes quickly cooled and turned clammy. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly what he
was feeling: jealousy, anger, attraction—or a combination of the three.

Adam wiped his face and toweled his armpits before exiting the bathroom. He opened the door, and waiting on the other side
stood Drew. The former football jock looked mad.

“Dude, what’s up with you today?”

“Nothing,” Adam huffed.

“Nothing? You nearly attacked Brady out there. What’s got you so pissed off?”

“I figured if you wanted your new best friend to feel at home with us, he should at least know the score.”

A shuffle of footsteps sounded at Drew’s back. “I pretty much figured it out on my own,” said a voice from the kitchen. They
turned to see Brady limp into the house. He shook out his leg and approached them, clapping a hand onto Drew’s bare shoulder.
“Wasn’t too hard. None of you dudes are married, and you two live together,” Brady said. “You guys a couple?”

Drew chuckled and said, “Not exactly. More like buddies who live together.”

Adam’s eyes locked with the younger man’s. “Fuck buddies, if you need to know,” he said. “You got a problem with that?”

“Nope,” said Brady. “I came here to play some touch football, not get in the middle of a lovers’ fight.”

Adam shook his head. “You got balls, so let’s play. Let’s do it,” he said. He brushed past them both, but gave Brady a bump
with his shoulder on his way out of the house.

Adam held on to the ball as the pile of sweaty bodies pulled him down. He felt the press of bare skin and muscles against
his own and looked up to see Brady among the tangle of shirts. Since the revelation twenty minutes earlier, Brady had gotten
more aggressive, especially with Adam. Their friendly pickup game of touch football was becoming more physical.

Brady pulled free of the others and moved to stand, but the hand that had taken him down remained in place. As Adam watched,
Brady’s shorts slid far enough down his perfect, muscled ass to expose the straps of the jock he wore underneath, the halves
of his butt cheeks, and the furry hole at the center of his crack.

Brady whipped around in response, and when he did, the twisting of his shorts bared his dense patch of crotch hair and the
pouch of his jockstrap, which hung heavy and full for all to see. Brady didn’t recognize Alex’s hand as the culprit. His eyes
locked with Adam.

“You did that on purpose, dude,” Brady huffed, the accusation flying as Adam tried to stand. Before he could respond, Brady
lashed out. His tackle knocked them both back to the ground.

“It wasn’t me!” Adam protested.

“Yeah, right!” spat Brady, ignoring him. “See how
you
like it!”

As Adam struggled beneath the young stud’s weight, Brady forced down his shorts and underwear, baring his manhood. A wave
of air swept over Adam’s sweating nuts and the sensitive ridges of foreskin that lined his uncut knob. To his shock—and the
unexpected delight of the others—Brady slid a hand down into the warmth between his legs and felt him up.

“What the fuck!”
Adam shouted. He resisted, pushing Brady off him. But the other man quickly reassumed the position, pinning Adam down. Sitting
on Adam’s chest, Brady’s hairy butthole was inches from Adam’s face, and was now in clear view.

With Adam’s next angry gasp for breath, the heady smell of Brady’s perspiration-soaked crotch filled his nostrils. He tried
to fight back, but couldn’t stop his dick from stiffening in the young jock’s hand. With Brady jerking him off and the hot
fuck’s beaut of an ass so close, Adam huffed out an expletive and leaned in, burying his face in the swampy crack of Brady’s
ass. Anger quickly turned to hunger.

Adam tongued and slurped out the other jock’s sweaty hole like a starving dog. At one point, he reached between Brady’s spread
legs and felt up the moist pouch of his jockstrap.

“Do it, dude,” he heard Drew urge.

Lying flat on his back beneath the other man’s legs, Adam glanced up to see that Drew had whipped out his cock. He was fully
hard, and stood stroking it openly in front of the others. The sound of a zipper being lowered drew his eyes to Alex, who
fished out his thick, dark-skinned cock with its moist pink head. From his position, Adam couldn’t tell if Jackson and Russ
were doing the same, but he figured they were. The air filled with muffled grunts and groans.

The hand stroking Adam’s cock eased down to grip his boner by the root. Adam felt a gust of warm breath over the crimped ridges
of his foreskin, and then the glide of a wet tongue tickling his dickhead. Finally, Brady’s mouth encircled his tool, sucking
it in fully. Adam moaned and seized in place beneath him.

“Suck the dude’s dick!” huffed Drew.

Shaking off the last of his anger, Adam pulled aside the sweaty cotton pouch of Brady’s jockstrap. Two bloated, hairy nuts
that were ripe with the smell of man-sweat spilled out and into his face.

“Fuck, yeah,” one of the guys grunted.

Adam jabbed his nose into Brady’s balls and sniffed them while hauling back his curved dick. Brady was rock-hard, a good thick
seven inches of hot, pulsing meat. Adam gave the young stud’s sac a couple of licks before sucking the head of his cock between
his lips, then gobbled a few more inches until he was halfway down the length of Brady’s shaft. Brady moaned and responded
by taking Adam’s tool all the way to the pubes.

After another minute or so on his back, with Brady’s cock lodged in his face, Adam again heard Drew moan. He looked up to
see his roommate masturbating at full speed. Drew’s cockhead glistened in the light of the afternoon sun, its peehole gummed
with precum.

Adam eased Brady off him. The younger man didn’t resist this time, and slid onto his naked back, a wide, wet smile on his
handsome face. Adam gave Brady’s cock a firm shake and readied to go back down on him, but before he did, he looked around
and saw that all of the guys had their dicks out and were stroking them, all due to the show he and the new guy were putting
on.

The energy in the air, the sweat and roughness, and the juice dripping from Drew’s dick all worked to spur Adam into action.
He opened wide and plunged down on Brady’s hard cock, sucking it as deep and fast as he could. Adam spread his legs for Brady’s
benefit, and welcomed the amazing feel of the other man’s lips around his tool as they continued to sixty-nine. The fact that
they were being watched by the rest of their football buddies added a whole new level to Adam’s excitement.

Eyes half-closed, Adam was savoring the taste of Brady’s syrup when he heard Alex grunt, then felt something wet spray the
side of his face. Adam looked down to see thick drops of cum splatter on Brady’s outer thigh.

He passed a hand through the warm juice and massaged it into Brady’s muscled quads. Brady moaned something unintelligible
around Adam’s cock as another of the guys started to shoot. Russ howled out a string of swears and blew his wad. A ribbon
of spunk struck Adam’s bare shoulder.

Jackson blasted next, but it was the promise of Drew’s load that launched Adam over the edge. He tipped his eyes up to see
his best pal and fuck buddy milk out a wad of pure white jizz. The second squirt flew far enough to hit Adam’s face. He closed
his eyes fully and pumped his tool deep into Brady’s face, and as he pulled back, he felt the itchy-hot burn in the head of
his cock that signaled he was about to cum.

He sucked harder on Brady’s dick. A shudder tore through his body. Adam grunted, and then so did Brady, and just as Adam’s
load began to fly, a ribbon of salty, young-jock ball snot hit the roof of his mouth.

Brady sat up. Cum dripped off his chest, face, and torso.

“Welcome to the neighborhood,” said Russ. He ogled Brady’s spent cock before zipping up his pants.

“Yeah,” said Adam. He extended a hand. Brady accepted the offer, and Adam pulled the handsome fucker to his feet. “Welcome,
dude. Sorry about that misunderstanding.”

“You mean that?” Brady asked, a glint of skepticism in his eyes.

Adam nodded. “I do.” He turned as Drew exited the house with some clean towels under one arm. When Drew was close enough,
Adam took hold of his best pal and crushed their lips together, sharing Brady’s taste with him. The kiss was brief and harsh,
just enough to reestablish boundaries.

“Thanks, dude,” Drew said, a wicked smile on his face.

Adam broke the embrace and pulled up his shorts, and in a loud voice shouted, “Enough of this shit. Are you pussies planning
to quit or are we going to play some football?”

Colt Spencer

I
work in customer service for a mortgage company. It’s not a very exciting job, but it pays the bills. Sometimes you have
to match wits on the phone with an angry customer who didn’t mail his payment on time, but that’s about it. However, something
happened at work this summer that made the job a lot more bearable.

It was a typical miserable Monday at work when I looked out the window and saw four men spilling out of a battered red pickup
truck. Talk about a pleasant surprise. I immediately lost track of whatever I was doing and watched as they began to unload
their equipment. I wondered where these Adonises had come from, until I remembered my supervisor mentioning something about
the company hiring some contractors to put in a sprinkler system on the front lawn.

The muscles in their arms rippled as they hauled pipes and whatnot across the lawn. Once they put it all down on the ground,
they stripped their T-shirts off, revealing smooth, tanned skin over classically muscular frames. It was obvious in how they
moved that they were very aware of the power of their presence. They swaggered about, swinging pipes and other tools around
as if they were baseball bats. As I watched them, my loins stirred with that familiar feeling of primal lust.