Chapter 11
When he’d finished his chores, he left the locker room and found Ryan waiting for him outside, leaned up against the brick exterior with his jacket hanging open like he couldn’t feel the cold.
Alfie sure felt it. It’d been warm in the locker room, but Ryan’s expression was the opposite of warm.
He looked positively sick, unable to meet Alfie’s eyes as he shuffled his feet against the concrete.
Alfie wanted to apologize, but he wasn’t sure what he would be apologizing for. Mostly he just wanted Ryan to not be mad at him.
“Are you mad at me?” he asked when the silence had stretched on too long and he hadn’t come up with anything better to say.
“I don’t know, Alfie. I feel like I don’t know anything.”
“Um, but you knew about… I mean, you knew I gave those other guys blowjobs and whatever.”
You knew I was the team cum dump, was what he was trying to say, but he hated that term and it didn’t seem helpful under the circumstances.
“Yeah, but it’s one thing knowing it and another thing seeing it. And that other stuff…”
“The spankings? Remember, Bruiser asked Coach if he could and Coach said yes? He always does it. Not usually anyone else though.”
“Doesn’t it hurt?”
Alfie shrugged. Of course it hurt. His whole backside was on fire right now.
“It’s not like I haven’t seen signs of it. Sometimes your ass is all red. Or even bruised.”
“He’s not supposed to leave bruises, but he gets pretty enthusiastic. He likes to rub off on me while he spanks me until he comes.”
Ryan grimaced. “We’ve been abusing you. We’ve been abusing you, and I’ve been pretending I didn’t know it was happening. Pretending you liked it.”
Alfie stood there for a few moments, doing nothing except breathing while he summoned his courage.
“I did like it.”
“Alfie, your dick is locked in a fucking cage. Why didn’t you tell me that? And don’t tell me you liked it. Come on, Alfie. It’s just—” Ryan turned to face the wall he’d been leaning against and kicked it. Hard.
“Hey, don’t do that. You need that foot to skate. We’ve got a tournament coming up.”
“I don’t care about the tournament. I care about you.”
“Well, I care about the tournament. And also about your foot.”
Ryan stopped kicking the wall, but he didn’t turn around. “I thought we had something between us.”
“Me too. That’s why I worked so hard at not letting you find out about the cage.
No one else on the team cares about my dick.
Or about making me come. They like that I can’t come, because then it’s not gay or something.
What you and I were doing was different, and I wanted it to stay different.
I didn’t want you thinking of me as… as a cum dump. ”
“I don’t want you to be a cum dump, Alfie. I want you to be mine. But I can’t have you because I don’t deserve you.”
“How do you not deserve me?”
“A guy who deserved you would come out of the closet for you. A guy who deserved you wouldn’t have stood there while twenty-four other guys abused you.
A guy who deserved you would have insisted on reciprocating, would’ve known your dick was in a cage.
But I let you pleasure me while I looked the other way on what the rest of the team was doing.
What Coach told them to do. What he was doing himself. It’s disgusting.”
“Ryan, stop. I guess maybe you’re going to hate me for this, but I’ve enjoyed this season.
I like when Bruiser gets off on spanking me.
It’s hot. And I like when the guys tag team me.
That’s hot too. I even like sucking off Coach because he’s an authority figure, you know?
I like all of it. But most of all I’ve liked spending time with you, and I’m sorry I fucked that up by not being honest about the cage and being kind of a slut. ”
“You really like having your dick in a cage?”
“Oh, no, not that part.” If there was one thing he would change, it was definitely that. “But once you and I started fooling around, I didn’t mind as much because you gave me such great prostate orgasms. I never knew I could come that way. It’s pretty awesome.”
It turned out even the cage had its upside. Still, he’d been looking forward to the end of the season when it would come off, though he’d been assuming Ryan would be touching his dick once it came off and now that seemed unlikely.
“But the other stuff you liked,” Ryan said. “So even if I did deserve you, I wouldn’t be able to satisfy you. I’m just one guy, and I don’t want to hit you.”
“Not even, like, a friendly spanking?”
Ryan shook his head. “So I guess that’s that then. You can be the team’s… cum dump, and I’ll just fuck off.” He walked away, head down, as Alfie watched, trying to decide whether to go after him but not sure what he could say if he did.
The following week was a slow grind. The team was too focused on the tournament to call him, and Ryan didn’t call either.
They saw each other at practice, but they didn’t talk, and as their final game approached, Alfie was left pondering the prospect of an empty off-season.
He’d grown accustomed to having a bunch of cocks in his ass and mouth, to the constant thrill of chasing new, wild sexual experiences, but seeing how completely irrelevant he became when the guys weren’t looking to get their rocks off started to wake him up from the fantasy he’d been living in.
College was a time for exploring, and he’d had a lot of fun this season doing exactly that.
But did he really want to live his life as a cum dump in a cage?
Definitely not. He wanted a boyfriend—a hot, handsome, nice boyfriend who would try as hard to please him as he was trying in return.
In short, he wanted Ryan. And he was pretty sure he could have him, if he gave up the rest.
The night before the championship game, Bruiser called him over.
Alfie hadn’t entirely healed from the group assault in the locker room, but he didn’t complain.
He was going to have to ease Ryan into dispensing the occasional light spanking, but for now he would take one final harsher spanking from Bruiser.
Bruiser was in a contemplative mood, spanking him slowly, almost languorously, rocking his hips in rhythm with his strokes while a hockey game played in the background.
“I’m going to miss this ass,” he said, as if already knew Alfie wouldn’t be back next year, and then he laid into Alfie full steam until he came against Alfie’s stomach and Alfie very nearly came himself.
The next night, the QSU Rhinos won the division championship, and the heavy pall that had hung over the locker room was replaced with wild celebration as champagne corks popped and towels snapped and everyone got sprayed and smacked and hugged, including Alfie.
Coach called them all together to hand out MVP awards, and he had a special one just for Alfie.
“I don’t suppose we’d have made it to the championship without this guy providing relaxation and relief,” he said with an arm around Alfie’s shoulders. Then all the guys whooped and hollered, and Alfie felt like one of the team at last. Even Ryan was smiling. How could anyone not be smiling?
But as soon as the celebration died down and the team cleared out, Alfie went to Coach’s office and asked to have the cage removed. Coach could tell from the way he asked that he meant business this time, so he didn’t argue, not even a little. He just handed Alfie the key.
Alfie turned his back to wrestle with the cage. Not that Coach hadn’t seen it all before, but Alfie was a new man now, one who wasn’t subject to Coach’s command. He dropped the cage on Coach’s desk and said, “Thanks for everything, but I won’t be back.”
Coach nodded. “You’ve grown a lot this year, son.”
Alfie figured it was true. He’d started the season ogling guys who didn’t want to be ogled, then spent the rest of it having sex with guys who didn’t really want to have sex with him back. Now he knew that whatever he would be doing going forward, it would go both ways.
He shook Coach’s hand, then left the locker room behind him for the last time. The team had gone out for drinks, but he figured he would find Ryan in his dorm room, and he did. Ryan opened the door with a tentative smile.
“Congrats,” Alfie said.
“Same.” Ryan gestured him in without bothering to check if anyone was watching, which Alfie figured was a sign Ryan had grown this season too.
“So,” Alfie said, “I’m not going back next year.”
“Me neither.”
“What? Of course you’re going back. You love playing hockey, and you’re great at it.”
“I’d rather have a boyfriend.”
“Why can’t you do both? Look, Ryan, I get how that was a weird start to our relationship, but I still want to have a relationship. My dick’s not in a cage anymore, and my ass isn’t going to be shared around with the team. They’re both all yours, if you’ll have them.”
Ryan heaved a long sigh, then he shook his head. “I can’t be your boyfriend if I can’t come out.”
“Yes, you can. We don’t have to jump straight into public displays of affection to be boyfriends.
We can start small. Like Coach always says—things take practice.
A few months ago, you hadn’t even kissed a guy, so stop expecting yourself to be perfect at being gay right off the bat.
You’re already pretty good at some parts of it.
” He nudged Ryan suggestively. “Wanna see what it’s like to fuck me when my dick’s not in a cage? ”
Ryan nodded—hesitantly at first, then more vigorously.
“Of course you do. So do I. You know, honestly, I haven’t had that much sex either. Not with someone who actually likes me. Why don’t we figure it out together?”
“Does that mean I can see your dick now?”
Alfie wasted no time in showing it to him. He was already semi-hard, and Ryan’s heated appraisal had him the rest of the way hard in a flash. Fuck, that was good. To get hard again. He almost fainted from the rush of blood leaving his head to swell his cock.
“Wow,” Ryan said, as if Alfie’s dick was impressive in some way. “That’s really hot. Can I touch you?”
“That’s what I came here for.”
“Wanna give me blowjob lessons?”
Alfie dropped onto Ryan’s bed, too turned on to stay upright, and Ryan followed him down.
They kissed and groped and got all the way naked for the first time and then Alfie tried to give Ryan blowjob lessons, though he didn’t manage much more than, “Yeah, god, just like that,” until Ryan made him come like a fountain because, not surprisingly, Ryan was a quick study at this too.
Then Alfie went down on him, and after a quick break they did some fucking, with Ryan giving him the reach-around he’d been waiting for all season.
Two orgasms, both involving his dick, was more than he’d had in a long time, but he was feeling greedy, so he went for three, this time with the two of them frotting up against each other until Ryan used his big paw to take them both in hand and bring them to climax together.
“What else can we do?” Ryan asked once they’d sponged themselves off with a stray sock.
Alfie laughed. “Tonight? Maybe nothing. But tomorrow? Everything.”
~~The End~~
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