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When I was in college the equipment manager of our baseball team was a kid named mikey.  he was a pretty good equipment manager, in that our uniforms always were clean and hanging in our lockers for home games or neatly packed in our duffles for away games, there always were plenty of balls and bats out on the practice field, extra cleats available in a variety of sizes in case of need.  It got to the point that if I broke a shoelace while tying my cleats, I’d call for mikey and he would just dig into his pocket and pull out a fresh shoelace for me.  

Shortly after I started with the team, I learned that mikey also was equipment manager for the football team and the basketball team.  I just assumed that mikey just liked to hang with the jocks; that he was another of these jock-groupies – interested in the sport, but not man enough to actually train, practice and play the game.

That was until about mid-way through the season my freshman year.  After a game (we had won, 5-2, and I had gone 3 for 4 with a double and a solo home run) as I was drying off from the shower, mikey came up.

“Er, Jake, My dad’s in town.  He saw the game and he’d really like to take you and me to dinner.”

The idea of a meal away from the university dining hall was attractive.  “That would be sweet, dude.” 

mikey and I met his dad at the restaurant at the upscale hotel where his dad was staying and it was a strange dinner indeed.  His dad had a lot of questions about the game, the team, my playing, my background.  mikey was practically silent throughout and any conversation between mikey and his dad was strained and uncomfortable.  I was guessing (wrongly as it ultimately turned out) that mikey and his did didn’t get along.  mikey could hardly wait to get away from his dad and as soon as dinner was over, mikey popped out of his seat, claiming to have to study for a test.  I rose from my chair too, thanked his dad for the dinner and said I would head back to campus with mikey. 

“Oh, Jake, stay,” said dad.  “”We’ve got so much to talk about.  I’ll make sure you get back to campus.”  mikey already was half-way out the door.  So I sat back down, and dad and i discussed baseball and sports in general for another 20 minutes over a second cup of coffee.  Then dad suggested we adjourn to the bar for a drink.

“Sir, I can’t  go into the bar.  I’m only 18 years old.”

“Ah, I forgot.  You seem so mature.  We can have that drink up in my room.”

I was turned on by the prospect of the drink and I was naive so we went up the the man’s room.  I won’t relate all the small talk and seduction, but before long mikey’s dad was begging to suck my dick.  I was really resistant.  How could I face mikey in the locker room, I wondered, after his dad had sucked my cock. “Not to worry,” dad assured me.  “Mikey knows that i love to suck jock dick. 

“And I love to take jock cock up my ass,” he added.

And so he did – for the rest of the night.  I got back to the dorm around 5:00am – in time to shower and head out for my morning 10 mile run.  None the worse for wear.  And facing mikey in the locker room that afternoon was not as awkward as I had presumed.  mikey just smiled and asked if I had had a nice evening.