A Team Building Exercise

If you've read my other stories, you'll know that my younger cousin had some trouble making friends at his new school. But if you haven't read the other stories, here's a quick synopsis: he was a late transfer from out of state and it was his last year of high school. We got an apartment together. He was 18 and I was 23. He tried out for the baseball team and much to the players' chagrin, the coach let him join the team. At that point, he was very much an outsider, and the other guys weren't letting him forget it. There was one guy on his team, in particular, that seemed to be giving him some extra attention -- a little bit too much attention to call it run-of-the-mill hazing. My cousin could handle it, the other guys weren't beating him up or anything -- but they were being unnecessarily mean, borderline cruel -- and he would come home upset sometimes, which I didn't want for him, and that brings us to the beginning of our next story...

It was a spring afternoon, and I was home from work at my usual time. My cousin wasn't home yet, which wasn't unusual since he was busy with baseball practice. He came home in a huff, which also wasn't unusual lately. Although, I could never tell if it was typical teenage angst or if something was actually wrong. It was always a tricky game of 3D chess trying to get it out of him.

This time, something specific was bothering him and I was making it my goal to find out what it was. We were sitting at our table, having dinner, and I asked lots of open-ended questions, trying to get as much information from him as I could but it didn't really seem like he wanted to talk about any of it so finally I gave in and decided to go with a direct approach.

"I can tell something is really bothering you and you clearly don't want to talk about it," I said.

"Nothing gets passed you," he responded sarcastically.

"If you tell me, I can help you resolve whatever issues you're having," I said.

"I doubt it," he said.

"Doubt all you want. You're the one being all pissy and mopey. I'm doing just fine. If you don't want help, I won't help you, but leave your shitty attitude at the door," I said.

"Suck my dick," he retorted.

"Whip it out," I said, without hesitation.

He wasn't expecting that. He sat momentarily in stunned silence. I got up from the table, walked over to the living room, sat on the middle of the couch, and turned on the TV. He followed about 30 seconds behind me, but instead of sitting on the couch, or the recliner, he was standing on the couch, right in front of me, with one foot on either side of me, pants open, and his dick dangling right in front of my face.

"Suck it and I'll tell you everything," he said.

I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, sucking on it as it instantly got hard as I worked the shaft with my hand. Within minutes, I could taste his precum, and he was starting to thrust. I could tell he was getting close. I put one hand on his stomach to slow him down, and eventually get him to stop thrusting, and then I looked up at him and made eye contact with his dick still in my mouth and I slowly went all the way down to his balls, deepthroating all eight inches and finally licking his balls while the head of his cock was down the back of my throat. I did this a few times and I could see how wild this was driving him, then finally I went for it. I started deepthroating faster, trying to get breathes of air when I could, and then I slipped a finger up his ass and that was just enough to send him over the edge.

"Ahhhh, fuuuuuck!" He exclaimed, as he put his hands on the back of my head and pushed it all the way back down.

I could feel pulses of hot, sticky semen being released down my throat. I swallowed most of it dutifully. When he started to relax and literally let me come up for air, I worked his shaft to get the last few drops out onto my tongue and I showed him as I was standing up to meet him eye-to-eye.

"No, don't do it. That's fucking gross," he laughed as he tried to get off the couch, but his shoe was caught between the cushions.

I put both my hands on the back of his head and asked, "Feel familiar?" As I kissed him deeply with traces of his semen in my mouth.

He kissed me back because as much as he liked to pretend, he was a slut for it, too.

"I swallowed most of it. That's a first for me. It was like a gallon. When's the last time you came? Holy shit." I said.

"It's been a few days, I've been really busy," he said, "Sorry about that. I didn't know things would be going that way tonight."

"Well, at least you came pretty quickly. Mr. Meat was starting to poke my dinner," I said.

"It wasn't THAT quick," he said, a little chided.

"No, of course not... Speedy..." I said, laughing a little, "Plus I know anything in your butt is pretty much game over for you, so don't feel bad. Now tell me what's going on."

"Oh, yeah... That..." He said, bummed that I remembered, as he was pulling his pants back up.

"There's this guy on my team," he continued. I wasn't even remotely surprised that his problem was related to someone on his baseball team. I was trying not to show any reaction or emotion, so I wiped around my mouth with a finger and then sucked it. He laughed and asked, "Do you want to know or not?" I said, "What? I'm listening. Go ahead."

"Well, this guy on my team is always giving me shit for being the new guy. He's always calling me "new guy, fresh meat, fuck boy" just anything to get under my skin, and it's really starting to bother me. The season has barely started, and I already want to quit the team," he said.

"I suppose trying to talk to him about it is out of the question?" I asked.

He just stared at me.

"Right," I said. "In front of all the other guys, that's not going to happen. I assume he's full-on jock bro. He travels in a pack, probably wears his jersey over his shirt or wears his baseball belt with his jeans, and does a French tuck of his shirt."

"100%" he said, "It's so weird how you do that."

"I know the type," I said. "Why don't you invite him over some time? Pizza, beer, XBOX. Just him, though. Do you have his number? I'm sure it's on the roster. Text him right now."

"He's probably out with guys from the team. They'll totally roast me," he said.

"Fair point," I said. "Okay, wait until tonight. I have an idea. How old is he?"

"He's 18, too," he said.

"Cool," I said, "By the way, I got you something. Check it out." I tossed him a padded envelope.

"Ooh, a present!" He said, as he tore open the envelope.

He pulled out the contents and looked at them and he said, "Okay, I know this is a cock ring, but what's this little guy?" He asked as he held up a silver semi-circle with two barbells on either end. "I'm not piercing my dick."

I laughed and said, "I wouldn't want you out of commission that long, anyway. It's a glans ring. It slips over the tip and goes right behind the head." I showed him a picture of how it's worn on my phone. "It enhances certain sensations during specific activities..." He said, "Ooh, sounds like fun." I said, "And the best part is, you can put it on and it stays put so it's ready to go when you are." He said, "Naughty. I like it. I'm gonna go shower and get all your saliva off me and put these on. Thanks!"

After a while, he came back out of his room wearing just a towel around his waist and he stood in front of me. I was back on the couch again. I said, "You already got one today." He opened his towel and he was wearing his cock ring and glans ring and he asked, "Did I do it right?" I looked up from my phone and said, "Yup, sure did. Good job. Now come text your friend." He closed his towel, rolled his eyes, and said, "He's NOT my friend." I said, "That's the point. Let's change that."

He went back into his room for a minute and then came back wearing micro trunk briefs with "trophy boy" along the waistband and a t-shirt; the outline of his cock ring just visible through his underwear and a hint of the glans ring barely discernable.

"So you like them?" I asked, looking at his crotch.

"I haven't had much time to find out. Maybe later," he said as he pulled his phone out of his waistband, sighed, and sat down next to me.

"All right, what do I even say to him?" He asked.

"Be super direct. Don't even get to what's bothering you. Literally, send him, "a pizza emoji and beer emoji after next practice. My place," I said

"I dunno, that seems super weird," he hesitated.

"I know, but just send it," I encouraged.

He hesitated a moment longer and then tapped send and then stared at his phone and said, "Fuck, now what? He's going to screenshot this and send it to the whole team."

I started to say, "No, he won't... I have a feeling..."

"He's responding!" he interrupted as he showed me the typing bubble on his phone.

A thumbs-up emoji and an okay hand emoji.

"He's in," I said. "That's it. Don't even respond. Don't talk about it next time you see him. Just wait until after the next practice."

"All right, now what?" he asked as he looked at me and then down at his crotch.

I laughed and asked, "Deep throating you and swallowing for the first time wasn't enough?"

"It's not that it wasn't enough," he replied, "but I think it's your turn since you're helping me out with this whole situation I'm in."

"Okay, I think I can go with that," I said.

"Good," he said, "I didn't want to have to pin you down and ride you."

"I mean, we can still do that," I said with a smirk. "My room or yours?" I asked.

"Hmm," he contemplated, "Yours."

We went into my room and I kicked my shoes off, pulled my pants down, and took my shirt off. He got close to me, squeezed my ass, and groped my crotch. Then he stopped and asked, "What's that?" as he pulled on my waistband to look inside.

"I couldn't let you have all the fun," I said as I showed him the matching glans ring and cock ring I was wearing.

I got in bed, and he climbed in over me. I grabbed his cock and started stroking it, giving the head extra attention so he could experience the full benefit of the glans ring. He did the same to me.

We stroked each other for a little while and I told him to take off his underwear. I reached for the bottle of lube on my nightstand and applied a generous amount to myself and wiped my hand off between his ass cheeks, teasing his tight little hole as I swiped up.

I was on my back and I had him face away from me and slowly lower himself onto me. That first little pop of the head of my penis pushing into his asshole was always my favorite part, and the glans ring made it feel even better. He slowly lowered himself all the way down to my balls and then went back up. I always let him set the pace in the beginning while he got warmed up. He eventually went from squatting to on his knees as he started to use his hips more. I laid back and enjoyed him doing all the work for as long as he was able to; stamina was one of the many benefits of him being an 18-year-old athlete.

After a while, he started to work up a sweat, and he was starting to slow down; it felt fantastic for me, but we were always really good about give and take and we had this unspoken arrangement where if one of us got selfish, the other one got to be selfish back next time -- it was a fun little game we'd play -- basically trying to give each other blue balls if we didn't play nice together in our last session.

I watched him work his hips a little while longer as sweat formed on his shoulders and back. I ran my finger down his spine and squeezed his perfectly formed ass with both hands. I held him in place while I thrusted a few times and then I tapped his hip. Tapping was our signal to stop.

"Let's scoot back, but put your legs under you," I said as I sat up and put my back up against the headboard. He was still facing away from me, but he was sitting on his legs and his back was now pressed against my stomach and chest as I thrust back deep inside of him. I put my left arm under his left arm and used my left hand to hold his body close to mine by his throat and I put my right arm around his torso and used my right hand to stroke his dick while I pounded his tight little hole.

This went on for maybe another 20 minutes and then I used my left hand to turn his head to face me and our lips were just inches apart and I looked into his eyes and I asked him, "Are you ready to cum?" He nodded his head and mumbled "uh-huh."

I used my right hand to start working his member, focusing on all his favorite spots. I always loved how it felt when he came while I was in his ass. The way his asshole tightened around my cock while I was balls deep inside him is one of the best feelings I've ever experienced.

Before either of us knew it, he was erupting all over my hand and his stomach, which was surprising since he had just let loose down my throat just a few hours earlier, but hey... 18-year-old guys, what can I say?

I wiped most of his jizz off on his stomach and up his chest, but saw a moment and took it. As he was catching his breath, I stuck my fingers, which were still covered in his semen, in his mouth, and rubbed them around on the side of his cheek and his tongue, and then turned his head to face me and kissed him. Surprisingly, he went along with it. I only kissed him for about five seconds and then pushed him off me, flipped him onto his stomach, and then plunged my dick into his ass.

I grabbed his arms and used them as leverage as I drove my dick as deep as I could into his butt, his moans of ecstasy filling my bedroom. I continued to thrust, giving him every inch, and then I let go of his arms and grabbed onto his hips, picking him up and using his body as my own personal amusement park.

He stood up as I was thrusting into him and raised his arms up, behind his head, grabbing onto my head. We were nose to nose as he began to lick my lips and that's what sent me over the edge and I start to cum what felt like gallons. Each thrust was just wave after wave of passion and semen. I wrapped my arms around his torso as I thrust deep inside him.

I slowly pulled out of him and he turned around, grinning at me. "That was fun," he said as he picked up his shirt and underwear and then went to the bathroom and closed the door.

I toweled off, took off the cock ring and glans ring, pulled the top sheet off the bed, and threw everything in the corner of my room. I put a shirt and underwear on, grabbed another sheet out of the closet, and put it on the bed.

My cousin came out of the bathroom wearing his shirt and underwear, holding his cock ring and glans ring. He took a step toward the hallway and then turned around and walked toward my bed. He set his new toys down next to mine on the nightstand and then climbed over me and got under the covers next to me, without saying a word.

We both scrolled on our phones for a while without saying anything and then he set his phone down on the other nightstand, closest to his side of the bed, and started to get settled in. I looked up from my phone at him, and our eyes met.

"What?" he asked. "You can't fuck me like that and expect me to just go back to my room. You're stuck with me tonight and you better not snore or you'll wake up with my dick in your mouth."

"Fair enough," I said as I set my phone down. I raised my arm as an invitation for him to get closer, which he silently accepted. As I put my arm back down, I settled my hand on his ass and gave it a squeeze and I asked, "How's your ass?"

"Sore," he said.

"Sorry," I replied.

"No, you're not," he teased.

"I am a little," I said sheepishly.

I turned off the light and we went to sleep.

The next morning, his alarm went off to wake him to get ready for school.

"He sent another message," he exclaimed.

"What?" I responded, confused and half-asleep.

"He asked, 'Should I bring anything?'" he read from his phone.

"Oh," I said, "Tell him no, it's all good. If he needs a ride, offer him a ride, otherwise, just tell him he can come straight here after practice, so you're not seen leaving together."

"Okay," he responded, "I gotta get ready to go."

"Me, too," I said. "Have a good day at school. I love you."

There was an awkward pause to end all pauses.

"Bro," he said, "that was pretty gay."

"I know," I said, "shut up. I'm still riding the high from last night and it's your fault for sleeping next to me."

"Whatever," he teased, "still gay."

I went about my day and made arrangements to be home before my cousin and his teammate. I got home with enough time to shower and get dressed. I decided on some of my cousin's backup baseball stuff. I had a plan.

The guys showed up a little while later and I was on the couch watching TV wearing baseball socks, pants, a jockstrap underneath, and an undershirt.

"Hey," my cousin offered by way of a greeting.

"Hey," I responded.

"This is one of the guys from my team," my cousin said.

"What's up? Drinks in the fridge." I said.

"Hey, man. Thanks. What position you play?" He asked, questioning my outfit.

"Pitcher. You?" I responded. My cousin turning a little red behind him.

"Shortstop," he said.

"Cool. I would've guessed catcher with those dirty knees," I said.

"Hah, I had to fill in today," he responded.

"You'll be getting filled alright," I said under my breath as he turned toward the fridge.

"Should I go? Let you two hang out or whatever?" I asked.

"What? No." My cousin responded a little too quickly and a little too nervously.

"Besides, who's going to pay for the pizza?" He continued.

"Ah, that's why you didn't tell me to fuck off as soon as you walked in like you usually do," I teased.

"So, is this your brother?" my cousin's teammate asked.

"Oh, sorry," my cousin said, "it's kind of a long story."

"I'm not going anywhere," his teammate said.

My cousin went into the story about how he ended up where he is and the whole circumstance behind it all and to his teammate's credit, he seemed to actually be paying attention.

"So, it's just you and your cousin?" his teammate asked.

"Yeah, pretty much," my cousin replied, "I mean, we have other family out here, but our daily life is just us. Look around. It's pretty much a bachelor pad."

"Yeah, I mean... I DOES kind of look like you just moved in," his teammate said.

"We did," my cousin replied, "six months ago. Anyway, enough of that sad shit. I just wanted to invite you over to talk to you away from the other guys for a bit so we could get to know each other. You seem like you could be a cool guy, when you're not giving me a hard time."

His teammate turned a little red. "Ehhh, yeah... About that... I mean, it's just..."

"You don't have to explain anything," my cousin interrupted, "I'm not trying to force anything out of you."

"Wow, this isn't awkward at all," I said, "Are you sure you don't want me to fuck off? I can at least go pretend to watch something in my room."

"It's fine," my cousin said, "we share everything with each other anyway," he said as he looked at his teammate.

"Right," I said, "so like I said, drinks in the fridge. Shoes off the couch. We're dudes, not savages. I'm gonna get started on this pizza order. Any requests?"

"I like meat," his teammate said.

"I bet you do," I muttered to myself, but said, "Who doesn't?" loud enough for him to hear.

"You can absolutely feel free to make yourself comfortable," I said. "Sorry, we don't often have people over. Kick your shoes off, take your pants off, whatever you want. I'm sure you two are the same size, he can lend you some shorts or something."

"Hah, thanks," he said as he kicked his shoes off and unbuttoned his jersey.

"There's a bathroom right through there and that's about all there is. It's just a two-bedroom apartment but seriously, make yourself at home," I said, "I'd show you the pool, but it's still pretty chilly. Maybe next time we'll move this to the hot tub, though."