Teamwork is Underrated (ap ar musc)
by MS_alberta
Scott was outside wearing black workout shorts, stretching for football practice, when he saw Adam and Cliff jog back into the locker rooms. There was a game tonight. This was the day, he thought to himself. I'll find out everything. He left the team, and strolled over to the locker rooms.
Scott had moved, mid-summer, to a serene little town called Helping, Nebraska, which was just outside of what he considered "known civilization". Scott had always been conceded, vain and absolutely sure of himself. Coming from Greenbay High, he felt he was taking a step down when he decided to try out for his new high school's football team, seeing them as something less than the team he had left behind. He had been the star back home, and that meant a good deal coming from a place as involved in football as Greenbay, Wisconsin. So it shouldn't have been a surprise to anyone when, after making the team with ease, he began acting as though he was God's gift to the tucked-away community.
Most things fell into place as the school year began. The coach put him on first string, naturally, and academics were little more than a way to past the day. The one thing Scott couldn't figure out was Adam. Adam was the team's towel boy, but on the roster, he was listed as first string Q.B and Co-captain. This was disconcerting to Scott, for he held both of those titles. Scott approached the coach one day and asked him about the little oversight. The coach simply said the school had just made a mistake and that it would be too expensive to reprint and re-mail all the rosters to everyone in the town. This would have been enough to satisfy Scott, if not for all the attention Adam received in town. People treated him like he was football royalty. By this point, Scott was beginning to get jealous, of course he'd never admit it to anyone. At lunch, Adam would sit with the football team and Cheerleaders. It wasn't uncommon for the guys to offer to buy him lunch and the girls to flirt with him the whole period. In fact, it was rare, if ever, that Scott didn't see someone trying to impress the small framed boy. He even worked out and showered with them. One such day, Scott put down his weights and watched Adam. The boy seemed to be doing pretty well for his size. Most of the team was cheering him on at the bench press. The team's Captain, Cliff, lifted Adam off the ground and crushed him with a massive bear hug. The whole time, Adam could swear he heard Cliff whispering to him "Thank you" and "You'll never know what this means to me". All Adam could do was smile. He stepped back and flexed for the team.
Applause and hoots echoed around the weight room. The coach stepped in and boomed over the team's ruckus for them to get ready, the game was in a few hours. The team began cleaning up and trickled out of the weight room. The last three to leave were Adam, Cliff, and of course, Scott. Scott was about to ask Cliff if he wanted to come over and go over the play books one last time, when the captain and the towel boy promptly vanished. Scott stood there looking around, only to realize he was all alone.
The game came and went, and Helping remained undefeated. Scott noticed that Adam wasn't there, in fact, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he had never once seen Adam at any game.
The weekend passed and Monday reared its ugly head. The seconds ticked by until it was time for practice. On the way to the gym, Scott saw a group of his teammates call out to Adam "Show us that six pack!!" Adam proudly lifted his shirt and showed his flat and undefined tummy. The team roared its approval and lifted the boy up over their head's and proceeded to carry him all the way to locker rooms. Scott's eyes grew wide, not three days ago, Adam had been toned and cut, or at least as toned and cut a small guy like him could be. Now, it looked like the kid hadn’t been to the weight room in months. As Scott entered the building he saw Cliff, bare-chested, looking Adam straight in the eye. "Really, man. Thanks. I couldn't have done this with out you." He clapped his hand on the thin teen's shoulder and brought him closer for hug. "It's alright, man. We've been best buds since preschool. I'm glad to be able to help you."
That was it, That was the moment Scott could've just ignored it all and kept on moving through life. But he didn't. The rest of the day, it ate at him. Why was this guy treated so well? It was Scott and Cliff that were out there on the field, working their asses off, not Adam. Adam didn't even show up for the games! The more Scott pondered this, the more bitter he grew. For the remainder of the week, Scott was unusually quiet. He glared at his teammates, and especially at Adam, but no one seemed to notice. The week went by and it was game day again. Scott watched Adam like a lion stalking its prey. The boy had put muscle back on very quickly. He looked about the same, if not better, than last week. The coach called the team outside for stretching, but held back Adam and Cliff. After a brief conversation, he sent the two boys over to the locker rooms. The team began their routine and the coach left to help out with some of the JV boys. Scott stood up with a cold look on his face. He followed the boys inside and locked the door behind him. He took one step and winced at the noise his shoes made on the floor. He quickly pulled them off and proceeded down into the showers. He stood there, completely still, watching Cliff. The captain was kneeling on the floor with a terrycloth blindfold over his eyes. Scott could see Cliff's arousal pointing up at the ceiling.
"Adam? Are you ready yet?" Asked Cliff.
"Almost..." Answered Adam from the coach's office.
Scott made his way over to the office and saw Adam jerking himself off. He pushed it down and let it go. It sprung back up and slapped his belly. What the Hell was going on here, Scott thought to himself, was this some sick pre-game ritual? Why would Cliff ever be involved in anything like this.
"Are you ready for it?" Teased Adam.
"Yeah, bro!" Shouted Cliff, as he loudly smacked his lips.
The full weight of the situation hit Scott. Cliff was going to blow Adam. Scott couldn't wrap his head around it. There were so many questions, so many emotions, flooding his brain. All he knew, was that this town had been unfair to him since the first day he arrived. And now, he could have some measure of revenge. He was the football star, he was special, not this little shit. His mind slightly warped, he brazenly walked into the office, grabbed a large roll of duct tape and spun Adam around. Adam looked back with complete shock. Scott quickly pinned the much smaller boy to the floor and covered his mouth with the tape. He made quick work of binding the boy's wrists and ankles and shoved him into the storage closet. Scott stripped off his clothes and was already hard at the thought of revenge. Somewhere in his mind, he knew it wasn't anyone's fault. No one had done anything. But someone had to pay for the way he was feeling. Pay for no one noticing him. He looked down at his cock, larger than most, wider too. He remembered how many times he had heard the term "an angry red head" in porn, and thought how well it suited the situation. He marched into the showers and gently pressed his tool against Cliff's lips. "Finally" Cliff muttered before engulfing the meal in front of him. As soon as he had wrapped his lips around the cock, Cliff knew something was different. He tried to pull off, but strong, large hands held his head in place. He struggled with the stranger above him but not in time before he felt his attacker grow hard and shoot. The hands held him there; a gruff voice demanded "SWALLOW IT!" Cliff was beginning to feel faint from his lack of air and the force of the stranger's palms against his temples. He swallowed and was thrown back on to the cold tile floor. A noise consisting of falling basket balls and clattering hockey sticks sounded out from the office. Adam, with duct tape still dangling from his body, ran into the showers and quickly put together what had happened. He kneeled down beside the dazed Cliff. "You really shouldn't have done that." Adam said to Scott. Scott was calming down from his rage, beginning to understand what he had just done, but what scared him the most, was the tone of voice Adam had used; it wasn't a tone of anger or hate, but of pity.
The team took state, again. And as soon as football season was officially wrapped up, Adam began putting on muscle faster than anything little Scott had ever seen. It hadn't been more than a month since the end of football and Adam seemed to have grown half a foot and gained 50 pounds. Scott examined his own body in comparison; a month ago, he might have been able to match Adam's new body, but not anymore. After his incident with the boys the coach explained to him why the town always seemed to win State. Every year, the top two Juniors on the team would make a pact to help each other. One would sacrifice a fall sports season, so that the other could shine, and come Spring, the other would make the sacrifice. This year it had been Adam and Cliff. Adam had been phenomenal at football, but average in Track. Cliff was his exact opposite. He was mediocre in Football, but faster than anyone in the state when it came to track. One would lend out all his skill, talent and ability, and instead of playing, spend the season learning discipline and training their body. They'd also continue to supply their partner with the muscle they gained the week before every competition.
By their Senior year, through the shared muscle and intensive training they'd gone through as Juniors, they'd be hands-down the best in their sports. Exactly how the transfer occurred was a mystery to everyone, even the coach. They only knew that each person would have to say what he wanted and that an act of sacrifice was all it took to seal the deal. And that that act had to be followed throughout the season. But now Scott had interrupted that cycle. Scott had given himself, inadvertently, to Cliff. Fortunately, Cliff's new overly muscled body, courtesy of Scott, would dissipate without being replenished and he'd return to his more manageable size before Scott's interference. Scott however, had lost about eight inches in height and 60 pounds of muscle. The coach told him the only way he could be sure to get his body back would be to continue on with the process. The agreement between Cliff and Adam had been worded so that each would have an amazing season; however they left out who would be making the sacrifice. Scott had now taken Cliff's place in the agreement. He would have to work out and really throw himself into training, and before each track meet, he'd have to feed Adam all his muscle and skill. The first meet of the season was in two weeks, and oddly enough, Scott was really taking to his new, albeit shorter, position in life. He was getting the attention he loved, and after all, it was only for his junior year. Next year, he'd be back in full force.
Right?
END