The Transfer Jock, Part 94

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Max had a good practice Tuesday afternoon, at least from Jeff's perspective, definitely better than the morning session, and far better than both Monday practices, his first day after suddenly being thrust into the starting QB role on the defending state championship team - as a sophomore. Max, however, was bummed. He knew he had sucked ass. Even Jeff had barked at him during both Monday practices, telling him stupid shit like, "Stop fucking saying 'please' in the goddamned huddle, you've got ten seconds to tell those meat heads what to do. You're their fucking boss and they expect you to fucking act like it...Confident, decisive and fucking in charge..." He knew that everything Jeff had said was right, but that didn't make hearing it any easier. Still, overall, Jeff had been encouraging, mostly, and Max had stopped saying 'please' in the huddle.

Coach, on the other hand, was very bullish on Max's progress. "Are you fucking kidding me?" he argued one of his assistants down. "Just look at the trajectory on that kid...put into an impossible situation Monday morning and..." Jeff overheard when he was walking past Coach's office toward the urinals. He was following William, the all-purpose kicker/DB and now suddenly the backup QB, intent upon watching him piss from an uncomfortably (for William) close distance. Jeff was also thinking about using that QT to quiz the reportedly straight senior fairly aggressively, when he'd heard Coach shouting, "Are you fucking kidding me..." He stopped dead in his tracks, watching William's very fine ass recede and then disappear after making a right turn. One thing he had to appreciate about the senior kicker/new no. 2 QB, straight or not, and Jeff strongly suspected not, the dude always paraded around the locker room naked. That was the least of the reasons he thought William was either secretly queer or secretly wanted to be. Jeff sighed, but knew he couldn't pass up the opportunity to eavesdrop on Coach's assessment of Max.

After committing Coach's speech to memory, he hurried after William, hoping he wasn't too late to get under his skin, and possibly begin flushing him out of his closet. But now that he'd overheard what Coach had to say, he'd need to catch up to Max and bolster his shaky confidence with Coach's glowing assessment, so he'd have to let the serious quizzing wait for another day. Just before he rounded the corner to the urinals, he whipped off his towel and threw it over his shoulder. If William didn't have anything to be shy about, Jeff damn sure didn't. William was standing in front of the third of eight urinals, so Jeff took no. 4.

"What's up, bro?" he asked as he craned his neck and stared down at William's intriguing fist sized uncut dick, which was not yet pissing. Jeff figured William had been waiting on him since he'd gone out of his way to walk (naked) from his locker past Jeff's on his circuitous way to the restroom, definitely the long way around. Jeff had obliged his apparent/possible interest by following him.

"Hey, man," William said as his stream began to flow. He looked pointedly (Jeff thought longingly) at Jeff's bigger dick.

"Oh, I don't have to piss," Jeff explained, "I just came to watch you, plus to tell you what a great ass you've got. Exceptional, really, but I've always had a thing for hairy assed blonds." William burst out laughing, surprised...but pleased by Jeff's compliments. Despite having been teammates for a few weeks, they were barely more than speaking acquaintances, and William wasn't even sure if Jeff was really queer. For all he knew, Jeff was just pulling his chain by complimenting his ass and ogling his cock. He'd heard a couple of rumors about the transfer jock, but they were so over the top they were almost certainly false, and he'd heard a few almost as ridiculous rumors about himself.

"Thanks, I guess," William said, biting his tongue not to say more, but he smiled warmly at Jeff and made a point of looking at his dick again. "Can I ask you a question?" Jeff ventured, flopping his watermelon dick a couple of times. "I keep hearing these crazy rumors that you're straight...are they really true?"

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