Who's Got Team Spirit?

The bus slowly wended its way up the side of the mountain. The view of the Rocky Mountains out of the window on the left side was breathtakingly beautiful, with Pikes Peak shining in the late afternoon sun, but none of the boys on the bus were noticing. They'd grown up with the view. They were too busy celebrating.

They'd just won a hard-fought game against their greatest rivals, the Rutville Rockies, and were justifiably proud of their 66-42 score in the basketball game of that afternoon. Given Rutville was three times the size of Fort Foxworth, the Fort Foxworth Foxes were cheering and exuberant.

"Who's got team spirit?" cried out Chris Ross, for about the fiftieth time.

"We do!" the entire bus yelled happily in response.

"Yeah, we do!" Kevin yelped, a little too late. Kevin was the seven-year-old son of the coach and a sort of informal team mascot. He so wanted to be a part of the team, but had the knack of doing that, forming a sort of belated echo and wrecking a good bit of the fun of their celebration. This was probably what caused the next response.

"You got team spirit, punk?" that was Juan Castillo, a handsome young Latino nearly eighteen years old. "So show it to me." All the boys on the bus except for Kevin were in the age range of sixteen to eighteen, a high school basketball team. The boys of the team were all dressed in their school colors, purple t-shirts and shorts with blue piping, these were the same type of clothing they wore on the court, except for lacking their numbers. The school had had to buy a minimum number of the uniforms and these were extra, left blank and distributed to the team to use at times like now, coming home from a game.

"I got team spirit!" Kevin protested. "My daddy is your coach! I go to all your games, don't I?" The coach/father in question was at the front of the bus, catching a nap despite the noise around him. He'd done this before, the boys suspected him of drinking during games but they had no proof of that, their coach claimed he was fatigued by the day's activities and fell asleep easily, either could be the truth, but the fact remained that they would have to shake him awake when the bus got back to Fort Foxworth.

"That doesn't count!" teased Bill Chen, his squarish Asian face more cute than handsome, he was an agile forward that could handle the ball so well, his smaller size didn't come into play that much, he had scored 16 of the 66 points. "You have to be a member of the team to have team spirit, squirt."

"Yeah." Chris was quick to join the teasing, none of the boys hated the youngster, this was good-natured ribbing and they would back off in a moment, but not just yet.

"You have team spirit?" Kevin asked.

"Sure, I got plenty of team spirit." Chris replied.

"We all do." Juan affirmed.

"Brim full of it." Bill chipped in.

"Then give me some." Kevin said.

The boys were confused by the request. "Huh?" "What?" "What was that?"

"You have lots of team spirit? Give me some." Kevin clarified.

Chris stammered, starting to explain, but Juan cut him off. "I got you some team spirit right here!" The teenager cupped his basket with a large brown hand. "You want it, you got to suck it out of me."

"Huh?" Kevin asked.

"We got team spirit, but it's inside us." Juan went on, the grin on his face no longer impish, but somewhat evil. "You want any of it, you have to suck it out of us." The athletic Latino pulled down his shorts (no jockstrap!) and pulled out his prick. "Here's where you suck it out."

"Hey, come on, man!" Chris said with some consternation. "A joke's a joke, but...."

He stopped because Kevin's face had lit up in delight and promptly dived onto Juan's cock, sucking the uncut dong down with an adeptness that showed this beautiful boy had slurped on hard puds more than once in the past.

"Whoa, man!" Bill leaned over the seat to see things. Juan and Chris were sitting side by side on the bus seat, Bill was behind him, a seat by himself. In front of these three, Duncan and Willis were turning around.

"What the hell?" Chris marveled at it.

"Shit, man!" Juan was astonished. "I didn't think he'd do it!" Juan's expression turned from surprise to pleasure. "Oh, God, that feels so fucking good!"

"Jesus, look at him!" Chris exclaimed.

"Fuck, man!" Duncan breathed. "You got Coach Palmer's son sucking your cock?"

"I don't believe it!" Willis added.

"Man, I want some of that when he's done with Juan." Chris stated. "I got some team spirit for Kevin that's just aching to bust out of my nuts."

"Me, too, I want him after you." Bill put in. "Hurry up and cream in his mouth, Juan, we're all waiting."

"We'd better double up on him." Juan said, panting hard. "There's a lot of guys here ready to share their team spirit with the coach's kid."

"You'd better believe it!" Willis declared.

"Let go, Kevin." Juan said. "We got a way to fill you completely full of team spirit."

Kevin's mouth coming off of Juan's sturdy dong made a popping sound. "Yeah? How?"

"We're going to fill you from both ends."

"You want to stick your wienie in my uh-oh?" Kevin asked.

"If that's what you call your asshole, yeah." Juan said. "How about it, Kevin? Want a whole lot of team spirit front and back?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Come on, help me strip him." Juan said. He and Chris were quick to yank the boy's clothes off, t-shirt, shorts, undershorts, shoes and socks. Duncan and Willis took the garments as they were held up and stored them on their seat.

Kevin's small, slender body was then put on the bus seat in Juan's place on hands and knees, the boy fit the short space well, his head was right at Chris midsection (whose generous endowment of nine inches of pale Caucasian pud was eagerly waiting) and as the boy slurped down on his replacement suck-toy, Juan used his still-wet dong (with more of his own saliva added) to poke at the boy's tiny little pink tuckerhole.

"Okay, Kevin," he cautioned the boy, "I'm about to stuff this up your butthole. Do you think you can take it without yelling? If you can, I'll squirt a whole lot of team spirit right up inside you."

"Sure." Kevin declared with confidence. "Yours isn't any bigger than the others. Go ahead."

The boys laughed, except Juan. "Yeah, you're no big shakes in the cock department." Duncan stated.

"Okay, then." Juan said, stung. "I'll just jam it on in, then." Despite his statement, the Latin stud pushed in carefully. But as the boy didn't jerk, yell or complain (Kevin was back to blissfully sucking Chris' prick in a way that made the sandy-haired teen moan), Juan stuffed his tool deep into the boy's bowels.

Kevin only moaned in a sound of deep appreciation.

"Yeah, you like it now, don't you, little boy-bitch?" Juan said in a tone that was both soft and commanding. "You like my clam-digger digging up your clams?"

"Uh, don't ask him questions!" Chris exclaimed. "I'm close to squirting him with a nice hot load of team spirit!"

"Yeah, come on, cream in him!" Bill urged. "I got to get mine in there before I soak my shorts!"

Other boys were beginning to crowd around the group. A tall black player with the nickname of "Treetop" joined Bill on his seat, Duncan and Willis were on their knees staring down at their two teammates plugging the hot little coach's son from both ends, both groaning as Kevin slurped on Chris' rod while Juan delivered on his promise to slam the boy's buttocks in the way that only an adolescent hormone-laded athlete can deliver. Kevin didn't protest, he reveled in it, his motions were that of a boy in the throes of ecstatic bliss.

"Oh, shit, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Chris moaned. "About to get your first load of team spirit, Kev, get ready, get ready...!"

"Not if I can cream in him first!" Juan declared. "My nuts are about to blast from below!"

"Oh, oh, let's hit him together!" Chris groaned. "I want to come when you do, and I'm coming now, oh, oh, OH!"

"Yeah, squirt it, squirt, AH, AH, AH!" Juan chimed in.

"Omigod!" "Way to go!" "Fuck that hot ass!" "Cream the coach's kid!" "Shoot it, shoot it hard!" the boys around them were now a crowd, and that crowd was both applauding the show and ready to take their turn on the stage.

"AHAH, GAH-HUHHHHH!" Chris exploded into Kevin's mouth, the boy held on valiantly, but hot teen spunk still flowed liberally down the long, pale shaft.

"UH-HUH, UH-HUNNNNNNH!" Juan's cock ejaculated so heavily, the jizz flew out around his shaft as he frantically fucked the tiny, ravaged anus, hot cream soaking the soft boyish buttocks with a liberal portion of hot Latin man-sauce.

"All right!" "Way to go!" "Oh, man, that is so hot!" "I want some of that, too!" "Cream him hard, Juan, cream hard!"

"What is this?" came a deeper male voice behind the boys. The teen boys backed away from that voice, the ones trapped between the coach and Juan who was blocking the aisle in his direction, caused a frantic squeezing into the seats between the pair. Through the aisle of piled up basketball players, the coach moved like a dignified ship coming into a narrow berth lined with other ships to rest at the pier at the very base of the port.

"Coach Palmer!" gasped Bill.

"Coach!" That was Chris, still flushed red in the face, first from orgasm, but now from embarrassment.

"Co-co-coach, w-w-w-we were j-j-j-just..." Juan stammered, less in fear than in fumbling to find the words that would keep the big man from clobbering him.

"I see what you were doing." Coach Palmer said. "You had your ass shoved up my boy's ass, didn't you?"

"Uh, uh, uh!"

"Never lie to me, Juan."

"Yes, sir." Juan admitted, his cock a shriveled ghost of its former self.

"Shot your goo all over my baby's little ass, didn't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"And inside it, too."

"Yeah, most of it."

"I see." Juan backed up as the coach kept approaching, so that soon the big man was standing where his son now lay, head resting on Chris' lap.

"A lot of hot teenaged jizz all over my baby's warm little butt." the man murmured. He suddenly dropped to his knees and his big face was shoved at Kevin's fucked butt, and the boys "oohed!" in surprise as they watched their coach greedily tonguing and sucking his son's tiny ass, feasting on the hot teenaged jizz that had been spurted into it. Once he had fed on all he could wrest from it, he began to lick the spunk that had dribbled onto Kevin's ass. Kevin meanwhile scarfed up the spooge that had dribbled down Chris' prick, so that the teen was hard again by the time he was done.

The coach stood up, wiped his lips, and looked around. "All of you, back in your seats, now!" he commanded. He picked his nude son up and moved back to where Bill and Treetop were now seated. "Okay, your turns." he said. Then to the boys at large. "I'm going to bring my son up this row to the back, then down the other side to the front, and then back up to Duncan and Willis."

Duncan and Willis moaned as they realized that meant they'd be the very last to enjoy Kevin's ass or mouth. "But I called next after Bill!" Duncan protested.

Coach Palmer withered the boy with a glare and then turned back to Bill and Treetop. "Okay, you boys decide who fucks him and who gets blown by him?"

"I want that mouth." Bill stated. "Your son has a real talent for slurping a hard dong."

"I'd love to cram his butt for you." Treetop said. "I'll give you a lot of hot black juice to suck out of his ass."

Coach Palmer licked his lips and swallowed. "Do that. Get to it."

He backed up and that let Treetop take the aisle. Kevin was again put on his hands and knees in the space between them. Treetop had to squat to get his cock into the sweet ass, but found the way already opened for him by Juan's lusty thrusts. Bill was happily feeding his dong to the hungry boy, murmuring about hot wads of team spirit as he thrust upwards into the boy's suctioning lips.

Treetop didn't last long, nor did Bill, as the two were teenagers and had been watching a live sex show close-up, and Treetop blew his load first. Coach Palmer was quick on the draw, as soon as Treetop finished his wad and staggered back upright, he was knocked out of the way and Coach Palmer quickly feasted on the fresh load of teenaged jizz now dribbling out of the boy's ass. As Kevin's ass was licked and sucked out, Bill finished and this time the boy was able to hold on and drink down the entire load without losing a drop.

Row by row, the two, father and son, moved through the bus as it drove on and on through the growing darkness. One bobble occurred, when the pair got to the front, the driver pulled the bus over to the side of the road and insisted on having his own turn. Kevin was promptly placed on the driver's lap which drove the prod up into the boy's bowels and after a bit of squirming, the driver blew his own load.

The bus got back on the road and the boys continued to ram the happy boy from both ends. They made it back to the bus yard of the Fort Foxworthy School just as Duncan and Willis finally got their turns on the boy. Coach Palmer himself was looking pretty worked up, and when the boys got off the bus, they walked past Coach Palmer on one of the bus seats, his son in his lap, lustily ramming his son's well-fucked ass on the now abandoned bus.

Chris and Juan were standing watching. Chris had waited until they got home to call his mother and the two (they lived next door to each other, Chris' mother would pick them both up) stood outside the bus, just able to see Coach Palmer and Kevin from the ribs up with the boy happily bouncing on his father's cock.

"I guess we can see why he was so good at sucking cock." Chris said.

"And good at taking it up the ass." Juan agreed. "That boy doesn't have a single cherry left, at his age."

"Yeah." Chris said. "Wish I'd had time for a second chance at him."

"We'll have another away game next week."

"Yeah." Chris looked over at Juan. "You want to stay over with me tonight?"

Juan cocked a knowing eyebrow at him. "Maybe. Any particular reason?"

"I thought you and me could reminisce about the game, and..." Chris paused.

"And maybe talk about what happened after?"

"I'd enjoy reminiscing about that, with a good friend." Chris agreed. "And I could use an injection of team spirit myself after giving so much of it to Kevin."

"Me, too. Juan smiled. "We'll pump each other full of team spirit."

"Yeah!" and the two high-fived each other. Chris' mother arrived in her car. Behind them as they drove off, Chris could see Coach Palmer and Kevin still busy in the bus they'd left behind and chuckled as a vagrant thought hit him.

That kid had already been pumped full of more team spirit than anyone else on the team!

THE END
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