Author: Take Charge Dad Title: Madison's Adventures 2 -
Everything is Cool When You're Part of a Team Part: 2 Summary:
Madison's journey into the world of boylove continues as he gives
Jonah his answer and Jonah gives him an invitation to join his
soccer team. Keywords: Mb, bb

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Obligatory Disclaimer and notes about the story - This story is
fictional. None of these people are real and none of this
happened. The main thrust of this story is man/boy and boy/boy
sexual relationships between unrelated males. But the story will
have brief references to other types of relationships (ie with
females and also with related individuals) but they are not
described in any detail.

This story is a spin-off from the story "Taking Charge of My
Family". Neither story requires the other to understand what is
going on though.  You may find the other story on my FTP page
(I'm still trying to teach myself how to set up a webpage).

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Madison's Adventures 2 "Everything is Cool When You're Part of a
Team"

  I was sort of dreading school on Monday. Talking with my dad on
Sunday helped some, but I was still sort of nervous and sad about
talking with Jonah. I didn't get a chance to talk to him before
class started and we couldn't talk about something like this in
class. Jonah did catch me looking at him a couple times that
morning and he would smile at me.

  Finally recess arrived and he came over to me, "Come on, let's
go," he said. I just nodded and followed him. One of the guys he
usually played basketball with came up to him as we were walking
and asked him if he wanted to shoot some hoops. "Not today, I'm
going to hang out with Madison today, okay," said Jonah as he put
his arm over my shoulder and led me over to the small grassy
hillside that separated the classrooms from the blacktop and
fields. Jonah sat down and pulled me down to sit next to him.

  "So are you going to tell me whose dick you sucked?" he asked.

  I sighed and started the little speech that Carl had helped me
with, "No, I'm sorry. I want to be your boyfriend, but it's not
fair of you to make me I break a promise to another friend to be
your boyfriend." There was more but I forgot it under the
pressure of the moment. I was on the verge of crying again, I
hated that I cried so easily.

  Jonah reached over and took my hand. "I'm sorry for making you
cry Madison. You're right. It isn't fair of me to do that. I
really didn't want to do it, but well, someone sort of made me,"
he said.

  "Huh? Someone made you be a jerk to me?" I asked.

  Jonah sighed, "Yeah. You aren't the only one that has made
promises not to say or do certain things because you don't want
to get someone else in trouble. I am really sorry I made you feel
bad Madison, I  didn't want to but I had to be certain you were
someone that wouldn't tell secrets," he said.

  "Tell secrets, what secrets?" I asked.

  "I can't tell you, I made a promise," said Jonah.

  "Well if you don't trust me enough to tell me your secret, then
you can't be MY boyfriend," I said, teasing him by throwing his
own threat back at him.

  Jonah laughed and pushed me playfully, "I deserved that," he
said, "Okay fine, then we'll officially be not boyfriends until
we can tell each other all our secrets."

  "What's the difference between being boyfriends and being not
boyfriends?" I asked.

  Jonah gave me that cocky smile of his and put his army over my
shoulders, "The word 'not', silly," he answered. We both started
laughing at our own stupid joke.

  "Okay, deal, not boyfriend," I said as I wrapped my arm around
his waist. We sat quietly for a moment, just enjoying being close
to each other and no longer having the tension of his demand
hanging between us.

  "Do you like soccer?" asked Jonah, breaking the silence.

  "I dunno. I guess so. I've never played on a team before
though," I answered.

  "Do you think your parents would let you play if you asked? I
want you to join my team. I'm sure the coach would allow it. He
is a really great guy, you'll like him. Plus we'll get to hang
out together outside of school more if you join. Some of us on
the team have sleepovers the nights before or after the games and
its a ton of fun. Please say yes," begged Jonah.

  "I don't know, I've never been very good at sports. The other
boys will make fun of me and hate me cause I'm no good," I said,
expressing my fears about what would happen.

  Jonah turned and gave me a serious look. "No, they wouldn't. It
won't be like that. I'd never ask my not boyfriend to do anything
that would get him hurt or made fun of. It doesn't matter if you
are the worst soccer player ever, you will still have fun and the
other boys will like you and be nice to you. I promise, and we
both know that we keep our promises," he said.

  I knew I couldn't say no to him again. It had been hard enough
to say no to him earlier, and I had practiced that, "Okay, I'll
ask my grandpa if I can join. I'm sure he'll let me."

  "Grandpa? What about your dad and mom?" he asked.

  I explained that my grandfather was going to adopt me, so I
sometimes called him my dad. I was about to tell Jonah how I
didn't know who my real dad was when the bell rang. Jonah got up
and offered me his hand to help me up. I took it and he pulled me
up then kept holding my hand as we walked back to class. A lot of
our classmates gave us funny looks when they saw us holding hands
but Jonah didn't seem to notice or care.

  After class started back up, Susie started whispering to me,
telling me that her daddy said I was going to hell for liking
other boys like they were girls. I told her to shut up, but I was
too loud and Mr. Richards told me to be quiet. At lunch, Jonah
sat with me on the hillside again and we ate lunch together. I
told him about what Susie said and Jonah got upset. He called her
a 'fucking bitch' and said he would take care of her after lunch.

  When we were done eating, Jonah told me about his family. His
mom and dad were divorced. His dad remarried and moved out of
state so he rarely saw him anymore. I felt sorry for Jonah, I
thought it sucked that I never saw my father because he didn't
now I existed, but I thought it might be even worse to have a
father that just didn't care enough to visit. I told Jonah about
my family, leaving out the sex stuff. Jonah said he thought my
grandfather sounded like a really nice guy to take us all in and
wanting to adopt me so that I would have a father. I agreed.

  Back in class that afternoon Susie made another comment about
me and Jonah going to hell. I told her to shut up again and Mr.
Richards asked if there was a problem. I was about to say "no"
when Jonah spoke up, "Yes Mr. Richards there is. Susie is
harassing Madison because he is gay. You need to do something
about it or his grandfather is going to file a complaint with the
school board and sue you and the school."

  I saw Mr. Richards roll his eyes at Jonah then he turned and
looked at Susie and me. "Really? Is this true Madison, Susie?" he
asked.

  "Yes," I answered.

  "No it's not. I'm not harassing him, I'm just stating the truth
Mr Richards," said Susie.

  "The truth?" asked Mr. Richards. He had an expression on his
face like my mom has when she gets a really bad headache.

  "Yes, that being gay is a sin. That is what the bible says,"
stated Susie with smug certainty.

  "See Mr. Richards," said Jonah.

  "Susie, you need to stop saying things like that to Madison,"
said Mr. Richards.

  "Mr. Richards, why don't Susie and I switch seats. That way she
can't say things like that too him in class anymore without you
hearing," suggested Jonah.

  Mr. Richards gave Jonah a look that said he knew what Jonah was
up to and resented being manipulated like that by a fifth grader.
"Jonah, why are you still in the fifth grade? Didn't you test out
and are qualified to skip to the sixth grade? Did you stay just
to make my life miserable?" asked the teacher.

  Jonah smiled wickedly, "My mother didn't want me skipping
ahead, she felt I'd get in too much trouble in middle school if I
were around the older boys."

  "No doubt. I'm sure she's right. Okay Susie and Jonah switch
seats. Now, everyone no more telling people they are going to
hell or making fun of anyone for anything, okay? Now let's get
back to our lesson," said Mr. Richards.

  When I got home that afternoon, I asked Carl if I could play
soccer and he said I could if I was willing to stick to it. He
wanted to talk to the coach before he made it official. I let him
know that Jonah was going to bring me the coach's tomorrow at
school

  Tuesday was one of the best days of my life. I got to sit next
to Jonah at school. We were good and didn't whisper to each other
because we knew Mr. Richards was just waiting for us to get into
trouble so he could separate us. But Jonah was constantly
pressing his leg against mine under the table and a couple times
when Mr. Richards had his back turned as he was writing on the
board, Jonah would reach over and squeeze my thigh.

  When I told Jonah that I had to leave early to go to the
doctor, he said "I hope you are going to Doctor Ron. He's cute
and nice. Also I think he likes boys. His hand lingers a bit
longer than the other doctors when he's examining your fun
parts." Jonah was right about Doctor Ron. He was cute and he was
very nice. It was fun to have him give me a check-up. I wish
grandpa and my mom weren't in the room with me cause I think the
doctor would have done more if we were alone.

  When we got home from the doctor, Carl called the coach and
talked with him. He let me know that the coach invited us over
for dinner tomorrow evening to talk with us about joining the
team. Carl let me know I could join the team if I wanted but that
I should wait until after meeting the coach before making my
decision.

  Of course the best part of the day was once the exam was done,
I knew I could finally lose my virginity. It was everything I had
dreamed it would be even if did hurt, a lot. Jonah was right
about that. It was really painful at first, but after a while I
stopped caring that it hurt as it was also causing the most
wonderful feelings deep in my body. Afterwords though my ass was
hella sore, but Carl rubbed some of the cream the doctor gave him
into my hole and it made the pain go away so I could go to sleep.
In the morning before school, he rubbed some more into my
butthole, telling me that he wanted to make sure I wasn't in pain
while sitting on my ass at school all day.

  Wednesday morning at school Jonah could tell that something was
different about me. At recess he dragged me to a corner of the
field where no one could overhear us. "What happened yesterday
Maddy?" he asked.

  I blushed and knew I must have had the stupidest goofy
expression on my face. I just smiled back at him. His eyes got
wide, "You got fucked didn't you!" he blurted out. Then quickly
glanced around to make sure we weren't being overheard. I could
feel my smile getting wider.

  I so wanted to tell him everything, but I knew I couldn't.
Instead I just sort of nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

  "Awesome! You loved it didn't you, I can tell," he said. "Was
it a big one? Did it hurt at first? I was right about that wasn't
I?" he said, firing off questions a mile a minute.

  "Yeah, it was big and thick. I thought it was going to tear me
in half. I cried at first," I said.

  "I cried my first time too. But I was right wasn't I? It did
start to feel good didn't it," Jonah said as he reached down and
put his hand down his pants and started playing with his dick.

  "Uh huh," I said nodding my head. "It was the best! Way better
than fucking a butt or a pussy," I blurted out before I realized
what I was saying.

  For a change it was Jonah's turn to look surprised, "You've
fucked a butt and a pussy too? You stud!"

  "Yeah, but getting fucked is the best," I said, hoping he
wouldn't ask too many questions.

  "Yeah it is, isn't it. Oh man, I'm so fucking horny right now,
come on," he said. He took off and ran to the bathroom. I
followed him. I still wanted to see his dick and figured now was
my best chance. We went into a stall and he locked the door. He
slide his shorts and underwear down, not bothering to unbutton
them first. His cock was hard. It was shorter than mine, only
about two and half inches, but it was a little bit thicker. He
was hairless like me and he also still had his foreskin like me.

  Jonah started jacking his cock at a furious pace. I was
memorized by it at first and just stared at it until he broke me
out of my trance, "Get yours out too, I want to see it," he said.
I took mine out and started jacking off too. "Wow, you're big,"
he said. "Oh god Maddy, the thought of you getting fucked by a
big fat cock is so hot. I'd love for us to be lying next to each
other kissing while we both got fucked by big hard dicks, that'd
be so awesome," said Jonah.

  The bell rang announcing the end of recess. "FUCK," yelled
Jonah in frustration. "I wish we could ditch class and suck each
other, but Mr. Richards and the principal are just looking for an
excuse to bust me. We need to get back to class before we're
late."

  Jonah was a complete different person the rest of the day; it
was so cute. He was so distracted by his horniness that he had
trouble getting math problems right, and he usually never got any
questions wrong. He also couldn't remember anything that Mr.
Richards had taught us from before the break. During lunch time
we snuck into the bathroom when it was empty and gave each other
blowjobs. We took turns sitting on the toilet with our feet up so
that if anyone looked under the stall they would only see one
pair of legs.

  Before I got on the bus to go home I told Jonah that my grandpa
and I were going over to the coach's house to sign me up for the
soccer team. Jonah got that cocky smile on his face and said,
"Ohhh, you are going to have so much fun. Brett, the coach's son
is really hot. If he asks you to go swimming with him, do it.
You'll like swimming with Brett, I promise!" Then he gave me a
quick kiss on the cheek and ran off right as Ricky came over to
where I was standing.

  "So that's your little boyfriend," said Ricky.

  "Nope, he's not my boyfriend," I said and started laughing. I
really lost it when Ricky looked at me like I was crazy because
he didn't get the joke.

  When we got home, grandpa was waiting for me. I had a banana
and some apple slices for a snack then we got in his truck and
drove down into town. He took me to the store and bought me the
soccer gear I would need. He told me would could just return it
all if I didn't end up joining the team. We bought a pair of
cleats, several pairs of long gold colored socks, shin guards,
several pairs of black soccer shorts, a couple Under Armor
workout shirts, a cup, and a jockstrap. I really liked the shorts
and shirts, the material was slick and soft, it felt nice against
my skin. He also bought a soccer ball. When we were in the
changing room trying the shorts on, he felt my ass and rubbed it
for a minute. "How you feeling today?"

  "It hurt a little this morning, but it feels okay now. Thanks
again daddy," I said and hugged him. He kissed me on the forehead
and then I finished try on the clothes and we checked out.

  We left the store and drove to the coach's house. He lived in
town, but his house was on the edge of the town at the end of a
street. It was a big house with a big attached garage. There were
trees that came close to both sides of the house but you could
tell there was a fairly large cleared space behind the house
before the tree line started. We walked up and grandpa was about
to knock on the door when it opened. Standing inside was young
teenage boy wearing just a pair of tight fitting spandex shorts.
He was cute. He was a few inches tall than me, probably about
5'3", and he was muscular. He had short blond hair that was
almost platinum. When he smiled it revealed cute dimples on his
face and braces on his teeth. He had tons of tiny blond hairs
covering his body.

  "Hello, you must be Mr. Robinson and Madison. I'm Brett. Come
in, welcome to our home. My father is in the kitchen getting
dinner into the oven and will be out in just a second," said the
boy as he held the door open for us. He led us into their living
room and asked if we wanted anything to drink, offering beer,
wine, a cocktail, juice, milk, or water. Grandpa chose a beer and
I asked for water. Brett got us our drinks then sat down across
from us. His legs were spread apart and I couldn't help but stare
at his crotch.

  Grandpa nudged my shoulder, "Brett asked you a question," he
said.

  "Huh? Sorry, what was the question?" I asked. Brett and grandpa
laughed while I blushed.

  "I was just asking where you heard about the Hornets?" asked
Brett.

  "Hornets?" I asked.

  "Yeah, that's the name of my dad's soccer team, the Hornets,"
said Brett.

  "Oh, my friend Jonah told me about it," I said.

  Brett smiled and seemed to perk up at my answer, "Oh you're a
friend of Jonah's? I like Jonah, he's a cool kid. I was telling
your father that I help my dad with the team; I'm the assistant
coach."

  "Don't you play on a team yourself?" asked my grandpa.

  "Yeah, but my team's practices are Monday, Wednesday, Friday.
Our games are sometimes on Saturday and sometimes on Sunday, so I
don't make it to all the games, but I'm there for the practices,"
he explained. I just sipped my water and tried not to embarrass
myself again as I looked at Brett. He was leaning back on the
couch, his stomach and chest muscles were flexed, showing off his
abs and pecs.

  "Hello there, sorry to keep you waiting, but I was just
finishing up the lasagna and needed to put it in the oven, we
have an hour before its ready and we eat," said the coach, Tom
Chapman as he walked into the room. My grandpa stood up they
shook hands and said their first names. "Have we met before Carl?
You look familiar," Tom asked my grandpa.

  It was weird to see my grandpa at a loss for words. He was
blushing and stammering. "Uh, um, I think, uh, we might have, um,
passed each other, uh, at the drugstore last week," said Carl.

  "Oh right, now I remember. So did you have fun?" asked Tom as
he winked at my grandfather.

  "Uh, yeah, I guess I did," answered Carl as he sat back down
and took a big swig of his beer.

  "Good, well, let's get down to business," Tom said as he sat
down. We spent about fifteen minutes talking soccer. Coach,
that's what he told me to call him, either that or Tom, or Coach
Tom, whatever I preferred, started telling me about how practices
were run and his philosophy about soccer. I tried to pretend I
was interested but I kept getting distracted by checking him and
Brett out. Tom was in his mid-forties and he looked like he did
more than just stand on the sidelines while he coached since he
was in shape. He had light brown hair that was just starting to
get streaked with gray. He had a strong prominent nose and high
cheek bones. There wasn't much resemblance to Brett though,
although their eyes looked similar.

  The main thing I got out of it was that all I had to do was
show up, try my best, and participate. If I did that, he would be
happy with me. He said that the team was very tight knit and
often hung out together before and after practices and games. I
thought that sounded fun, especially if it meant that I'd get to
spend more time with Jonah. I shook my head when he asked if I
had any questions.

  "Great, so Brett, why don't you give Madison a tour while Carl
and I talk about the financial commitment required," suggested
Tom.

  "Sure thing, come on Madison I'll show you around," said Brett
as he got up. When I stood up he walked over and put his arm over
my shoulders and guided me out of the room. I thought our house
was nice, but their house was incredible. They had a game room
with a pool table, a dart board, a pinball machine, and a stand
up video arcade game machine that played like fifty different old
arcade games. We played a couple video games before moving on to
the den.

  Their den had a huge screen like a movie theater. Brett told me
it was a "projection tv" and pointed to a box that was hanging
from the ceiling on the other end of the room that was the
projector. He said it was really cool to play video games on and
that they had a Wii, PlayStation, and an Xbox. I accused him of
lying since no one had them all, but he said, "wanna bet?" then
opened up a cabinet and showed them all to me. He said I now owed
him one for losing the bet. The whole time he was showing me
around he was being very friendly, constantly touching me
shoulders, arms, and back. It was really nice.

  We went out back and he showed me their pool. It was huge and
surrounded by a deck. "It's not very deep, so we can't dive, but
its still fun. Do you want to go swimming tonight after dinner?"
he asked.

  "Yes," I answered as I remembered what Jonah had told me. "But
I didn't bring a suit," I added.

  "Don't worry, I've got a ton of old ones. One of them should
fit you. I'm so glad you want to, swim with me. I love to go
swimming, but it's more fun to go swimming with someone than to
do it alone," he said with a big grin.

  Next we went to the garage and he showed me all the sports
equipment they had. They had skis, snowboards, and a pair of
snowmobiles for the winter and all sorts of other gear for summer
sports. I think I was feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything and
wanted to try to impress Brett, so I told him that we lived on a
lake and had a boat and did a lot of water sports. For some
reason he laughed really hard at that and said, "Oh, you like
water sports do you?" I laughed because he was laughing, but I
didn't really understand the joke.

  "You are so cute Madison. I hope you don't mind that I think
you're cute," he said as he put his arm around my shoulders and
pulled me against him.

  I gulped as my head came to rest against his bare chest. "I
don't mind. I think you are cute too," I said.

  "I can understand why Jonah wants you to join the team. I think
you will be a great fit. I can't wait to help coach you," he said
as he reached out and grabbed my hand. He pulled it and rested it
on the bulge in his shorts. I knew what he wanted, I wanted it
too. I started feeling his cock through the slick spandex of his
shorts. I could feel it growing hard as I played with it.

  He pulled his shorts down and his cock sprung free; he wasn't
wearing any underwear underneath his shorts. I licked my lips
when I saw his hard five inch cock. He had a small patch of curly
blond hairs around the base of his cock. I wrapped my hand around
it, it was so much thinner than Ricky's and grandpa's, my hand
could actually fit around it. I pulled the foreskin back and
licked the head then took him into my mouth.

  "Ohh, yeah, Madison, that's nice. This isn't your first rodeo,"
he said as I started to suck him. Compared to trying to suck my
brother and grandfather, it was easy to get Brett's cock into
mouth and down my throat. His was the first cock I took all the
way into my mouth until my lips were pressed up against his body.
He reached down and grabbed my head in both his hands and began
to fuck my face. He would thrust in and out rapidly then he would
pause every now and then to let me catch my breath, then he would
began again. I could tell he was close to cumming when he pulled
out and jacked himself a couple times then put the head of his
cock back in my mouth right as he started to shoot. He moaned as
he fired six shots of his teen boy juice into my mouth. I gently
licked the head of his dick clean, like Ricky taught me.

  "Damn, you are one hot little cocksucker. I guess you might not
need much coaching after all," said Brett as he pulled me up and
hugged me. He kissed me and I could feel his tongue searching my
mouth for any remaining drops of his cum.

  I jumped when I heard his dad yelling from the house, "BRETT,
MADISON TIME FOR DINNER."

  "Good timing little man. Let's go get dinner. I hope I didn't
spoil your appetite by giving you your desert early," he joked.

  Brett pulled his shorts back up over his spent cock and led me
back to the house. Dinner was good. Tom sat next to me on one
side of the table and Brett sat next to my grandpa on the other
side. Tom and my grandpa did most of the talking, they seemed to
get along well. Tom kept rubbing my thigh under the table. The
main thing I remember about the meal was that at one point Brett
held a dish out to Carl and said "Are you sure you don't want
more?" and Carl said "Yes, I'm fine. I get quite enough to eat at
home." For some reason that caused Tom to choke on the glass of
wine he was drinking and start coughing.

  After dinner was over, Brett cleared the table and stacked the
dishes in the sink. Then he went over to his dad and asked if it
was alright if we went swimming. Tom looked over at my
grandfather to see if it was okay. Grandpa looked at me and I
gave him my best puppy dog eyes begging look. He smiled and said
that it was alright. I ran over and hugged him to thank him.

  "Come on Madison, let's go upstairs and change. I'm sure I can
find a suit that fits you," said Brett. I followed him upstairs
to his room. There was something about his room that reminded me
of the room Katy and I supposedly shared at home. I couldn't
place exactly what was off about it, perhaps it was that it was
too clean for a kid's room and didn't have that 'lived in' feel.
Brett dug through several sets of drawers until he found what he
was looking for, a green Speedo swimsuit. He tossed it to me,
"This should fit you well enough."

  He opened another drawer and pulled out a tiny piece of
material that was apparently his swimsuit. I stood there and
ogled his muscular teen body as he pulled his shorts off and
stepped into his suit. It was a tiny black Brazilian style thong
bikini. It had a pouch in the front that just barely contained
his cock and balls and then a tiny strap around the waist that
was connect with an even thinner piece of material that slipped
inside his butt crack. "Come on, get changed," he said to me as I
stood there still holding the green Speedo in my hand as I stared
at him. I pulled my shorts and underwear off than stepped into
the swimsuit and pulled it up. Fortunately it was a little bit
bigger than his as it was a traditional style Speedo.

  "Damn, you're almost as big as me," he said as he stepped
forward and groped me through the swimsuit, "No wonder Jonah
wanted you on the team." He pulled off my shirt then grabbed my
hand and led me back downstairs, grabbing a couple of towels and
shoving something inside of one as he passed the linen closet.
The men were downstairs in the living room, talking and drinking
what looked like small glasses of red wine.

  I saw my grandpa's eyes widen when he saw what Brett was
wearing. He looked over at me and smiled. "Are you okay Madison?
Do you want to stay for a while or do you want to go home. It is
up to you, I just want to make sure you are happy with what is
happening tonight," he said.

  I smiled at him, "I want to go swimming with Brett, is that
okay sir?" I asked. I got the sense by the way he was looking at
Brett and I that knew we were going to fool around. I hoped that
he didn't mind that I wanted to do that.

  "As long as you are doing what you want to do, it's okay with
me baby. Go have fun in the pool, but be careful, don't do
anything you don't want to do," he said.

  "Thank you daddy," I said.

  Brett grabbed my hand and as he looked over at Carl, "Don't
worry sir, I'll keep him safe in the pool, and won't let him do
anything that scares him."

  "Thank you Brett. He is a very special boy, I would hate for
him to get in over his head in the pool," said Carl.

  "I understand sir, thank you sir," said Brett. He let go of my
hand and went over to his dad and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I
noticed Brett's almost naked ass was pointed right at my grandpa
as he bent over. Brett then came back over to me and grabbed my
hand again and led me out to the pool. He set the towels down
next to the hot tub then walked over to the pool.

  The pool was about fifty feet long, twenty feet wide and five
feet deep throughout. It was an above ground pool, but was
surrounded by a redwood deck. There was also an eight foot wide
circular hot tub next to the pool. Even though he had said no
diving, Brett dove into the pool. I did a cannonball into the
pool to land next to him. The pool was light with underwater
lights and was heated so that even though the night air was
starting to get chilly, the pool was perfect. We swam around for
a bit and played tag. Then we wrestled in the water and Brett
kept pulling my swimsuit down and grabbing my ass while I kept
grabbing at his dick.

  When I started to get tired, Brett suggested to go to the hot
tub. He helped me out of the pool and into the tub. He turned the
jets on then sat down next to me. We sat quietly for a few
minutes, our sides pressed against each other. I reached over and
started rubbing his cock.

  "You want to feel something really cool?" he asked. I nodded my
head eagerly. "Okay, here turne around and put your dick up
against the jet," he said as he turned around and demonstrated by
leaning against the side of tub and pressing his crotch up
against one of the jets. I went to the jet next to him and
pressed my dick up against it. He was right, it felt awesome. He
reached over and put his hand on my butt. He leaned over and
started kissing me on the neck as he rubbed by butt.

  "I think you are so cute, I want to fuck you. Is that okay with
you? Would you like that?" asked Brett. I felt his hand slip
underneath the back of swimsuit and his finger found my butthole.
He rubbed it and started to try to push his finger inside me.

  "Here?" I asked. I was a little scared about having sex out in
the open.

  "Yeah, the neighbors can't see into our yard. No one will know,
it's okay," he said as he continued to work his finger into my
ass. Between his finger in my ass and the jet pounding my cock, I
was so horny.

  "Okay," I answered as I pushed out with my asshole and his
finger slipped inside. He fingered me for a minute but he
couldn't get his finger very far inside.

  Brett reached over to the towels and pulled out a small tube
from inside the folds of the bottom towel. He pushed me up so
that my chest and stomach were on the deck, my legs were still in
water and my ass was exposed. He pulled my swimsuit down and off
my legs, tossing it next to the towels. Then squirted some of the
lube into my crack. It was greasier than the stuff I was used
too. He pushed his finger back into my ass and spread the greasy
lube around my hole.

  "God, you're so cute," he said as I felt him lining his cock up
with my asshole. We both moaned loudly as he pushed his
thirteen-year-old cock into my ass. It didn't stretch me out or
hurt me the same way that Ricky and my grandpa's dicks had, but
it was big enough to hit that magical spot inside me that made me
feel so good.

  "Aaaaaggghghhh," I moaned as he started to grind his dick into
my ass.

  "Oh fuck your ass is so fucking hot. We are going to have so
much fun with you on the team," said Brett as he thrust himself
into my ass.

  While it felt great to have him fucking me, it was
uncomfortable to be smashed up against the side of the tub and my
dick was hurting as it was pinched between me and the hard
plastic rim of the hot tub. Every time he would thrust forward
into me it hurt the head of my dick. "Please, stop," I said as I
tried to stand up.

  Brett literally jumped off of me and fell back into the tub.
When he got up he started apologizing and asked if I was alright.
I turned and huged him. "I'm okay, I just want to change
position. My dick and waist were hurting," I explained.

  Brett smiled and let out a sigh of relief, "Sure, whatever you
want. Just let me know what works for you," he said.

  I crawled out of the tub and spread one of the towels out on
the deck. "Lay down on your back," I said. Brett immediately
understood what I wanted and he lay down on the towel. He reached
over to the tube of lube and put a little more on his cock. Once
he was ready, I climbed on top of him and sat down on his dick. I
shifted around until his cock was rubbing against that spot then
started fucking myself on his cock.

  "Oh yeah, you're a little pro at this aren't you. You know
exactly what you want," said Brett as he experienced the pleasure
of my ass riding his cock. He reached out and wrapped his greasy
fingers around my hard cock and stroked me as I bounced up and
down on top of him. His hand on my cock and his cock up my ass
combined to cause an intense and powerful orgasm. My dick
twitched as it tried in vain to shoot sperm that my immature
balls had not yet produced, and my body shook from the waves of
pleasure surging through it. I forgot where I was and cried out,
screaming to let the world know how awesome I felt.

  Brett pulled me down and shoved his tongue in my mouth to quiet
me. He wasn't quite done fucking me yet. My orgasm seemed to go
on forever. He took over as I crumbled against his chest, going
limp as a ragdoll. He bucked his hips up, driving his teen boy
meat up into my ass. He bite my lip as he started to cum,
shooting his teen juice into my hungry boyhole. His thrusts
slowed down as he basked in his orgasm until he finally lay
still. He broke our rough kiss and we made eye contact. He smiled
up at me. The look he gave me made me feel powerful. I made him
feel that good; I made him happy. I felt sexy and desirable. I
felt invincible. I wondered, 'Is this the power Katy feels over
Ricky?'

  "Damn boy, you know how to fuck," Brett said. "I hope you get
to come to all the sleepovers."

  "Sleepovers?" I asked, remembering Jonah had mentioned
something about sleepovers before and after the soccer games.

  "Yeah, my Dad hosts sleepovers for the special boys on the
soccer team, boys like you and Jonah, plus some other guests.
You'll fit right in at them and be very popular. They are really
fun," he said.

  "I'd like that a lot," I said as he leaned down and kissed
Brett. Eventually we started getting cold, so we stopped kissing
and Brett led me over to a shower that was installed on the side
of the house. We rinsed off and put our suits back on then went
inside.

  "I think we should get going now Maddy. Why don't you go back
upstairs and put your clothes back on," said my grandpa when
Brett and I walked into the living room.

  "Yes sir," I said then went upstairs with Brett. He stripped
off his tiny thong and remained naked while I put my clothes back
on. He kissed me good night and squeezed my ass. I wrapped my
hand around his dick and gave it a squeeze in return.

  We went back downstairs with him still naked. I saw my grandpa
give him a long look. The men shook hands and said goodbye to
each other. I went over to say goodbye to Tom and held out my
hand to shake his, but he wrapped me up in his arms and gave me a
hug. "Welcome to the team Madison. We'll see you at practice
tomorrow," he said.

  "Thank you sir. See you tomorrow," I said.

  I looked over and saw that Brett was hugging my grandpa.
Brett's legs where sort of wrapped around his thigh and I was
sure that Brett was humping his leg. Grandpa had one hand cupping
the teen's naked ass, but after a moment he pushed the boy away
from him. I could see that grandpa's cock was hard in his pants
and was making a huge bulge.

  Brett reached his hand out and gave grandpa's cock a tug,
repositioning it so that it lay flat against his hip. "UDP," said
Brett as he smiled.

     "Thanks," said grandpa as he tussled the boy's short blond
hair. "Come on Madison, time to get home. You have school in the
morning," he said as he took my hand and we left.

  The ride home was a bit awkward at first. I felt guilty for
having sex with Brett, like I was cheating on my grandfather. I
loved him and wanted to be his boy, but also really like getting
fucked by Brett. I also wanted to have sex with Jonah and Tom.
The idea of a sleepover with a bunch of boys and men made me
hard. I stared out the window and tried to figure out how to tell
him how I felt. Would he mad at me?

  "Madison, did you have fun tonight?" asked my grandfather.

  "Yes," I answered. I took a deep breath and decided to tell him
how I felt. "I love you grandpa and I'm so happy that you are
going to be my dad. I'm sorry I fooled around with Brett. I won't
play our special family games with other boys if you don't want
me to."

  "Did you like whatever you did with Brett honey?" he asked.

  "Yes, is that wrong?" I asked.

  "No, not if he didn't force you to do anything you didn't want
to do. Maddy, you will always be my special boy. I will always
love you and support you and fight for you. Part of that includes
letting you be yourself and do what makes you happy. I am happy
when you are happy. If it makes you happy to have sex with Brett,
or Jonah, or your Coach, I will not get mad at you for that. How
can I get mad at you for wanting to have fun with all those sexy
boys and men, when I know you are a little gay slut boy. Having
sex with lots of boys and men is what little gay slut boys do,"
he said.

  I was so happy to hear that he was okay with me having sex with
people besides him. I leaned over as far as the seat belt would
let me and hugged him. "Thank you daddy," I said as I started to
cry, this time from happiness.

  The next morning when we were waiting outside the classroom for
school to start. I told Jonah that I had joined the soccer team,
and that he was right, swimming with Brett was really fun. I
would have to wait until we could slip away from our classmates
to tell him all the details, but I knew he would know what
swimming with Brett meant. He smiled at me and the started
singing "Everything Is Awesome," the song from the Lego Movie. I
joined him in singing the song and we danced around outside the
classroom. The rest of the kids looked at us like we were crazy
and Mr. Richards gave us a really annoyed look when he came and
unlocked the door to let us all into the room. We didn't care,
cause everything was awesome.