Toby's Journal

Jake and I rode in my car to the public park’s lacrosse field and the rest of the team minus three players who had second thought opted not to quit the team were all there.

 When Jake and I showed up to our team’s unsanctioned scrimmage the guys stopped practicing, dropped their sticks and all came up to us.  The were all wearing the lacrosse jerseys that had the “Star Wars” based nick names and each player came up to Jake and team captain Jeff said, “we are with you brothers, so if you don’t play then we don’t play” and then gave both Jake and I a quick man hug as well as the rest of the guys on team.  

Even Rick Harris came up to us on his crutches and gave us a hug and once he was done with it, he said “ok ladies. Odd numbered shirts jersey’s on, even number’s skins now let’s play some fucking lacrosse.”

Since both Jake and I had even numbered jerseys we stripped them off, grabbed our sticks and got to our positions on the field.

 
Rick was our coach while his dad was coaching the shirted guys.  

As the players got set for the faceoff and waited for the whistle to blow to start the scrimmage a very loud cell phone rang.  It was not a ring but a song and as we all heard it, and it was Celine Dion’s “My Heart Will Go On” from the movie “Titanic”.

All the guys looked at one another to see whose cell phone it belonged to, but no one admitted to it.

We were about to set for the faceoff again and as we about to start the scrimmage again the cell phone went off again.

It was Jake that said “I better get that. Sorry guys.”

As Jake left the field of play all the guys snickered and so did I.  Jake just turned around for a brief moment and shot us the “double bird” and went to his bag to answer it.

He was on there for a brief moment and when he came back to the field the rest of the team was giving him shit for his choice of a call tone and so did I.  I asked him what was up.

He just said, “it was Monika.  he just checking up on me and wants to get together with me later on tonight and you are invited as well because ‘Snookie’ has a thing for clean-cut Catholic boys and all, plus Annette’s parents are out of the house for a funeral in Jersey for a few days. So do you want to come along.  I need a wing-man Toby.”

I said to Jake “I’m in” and when I said that he just gave me a big smile.

It was Rick’s dad that shouted, “ok now can we play some fucking lacrosse now that we all know that Jake and Toby are getting pussy tonight?”

Both Jake and I heard the guys cheer “way to go guys!” and while I blushed bit, Jake had a roguish half smile like Harrison Ford does and said “I fucking hope so.”
 
We played the game for about thirty minutes or so.  Well not really play the regulation game but just fucked around on the field some with one another because it was an unofficial team practice.

It was Rick who called it because his recent torn ACL surgery was giving him discomfort and needed to get back his home to ice his knee.

After the scrimmage was ended both Jake and I all gave our supporting teammates a quick man hug and went to our gear bags and left.  Jeff shouted at us “same time tomorrow and Jake, make sure that have your cell on silence next time: it’s team time when you are on the field.”

 
Jake just said, “will do Captain, I just want to make sure it wasn’t my dad or my lawyer calling me.”

Jeff replied to Jake “or you’re your next cum dumpster of a hot European chick.”

Jake just said “I certainly hope so” and smiled as we both grabbed our bags and left.

As we were loading up our gear, Jake was about to get into my car, with sweaty body and all, so I just stopped said, “dude, it’s a new car.  I don’t want your nasty and ripe man sweat stinking it up.  I’ve only had it for a couple of days.”

Jake said “sorry Toby, you are right. Sorry.  I saw a public bathroom close by as we drove in, in there we can wash up some before getting a real shower.”

I just said,” “good idea.”

We both walked to the public restroom close by and both brought a clean shirt and game towel.  As we both went into it, it reeked of piss and poop.  I just said, “seems that the Parks and Recreation Department is a bit underfunded these days”.

Jake just said to me sarcastically “nah. You have never been to Paterson, New Jersey Toby. It’s worse there. Trust me. Now let’s just get cleaned up.”

Of the five sink faucets only three of them worked and when they did shoot out water there was a lot of red coloring in the water at first before it turned clear.  Once they did both Jake and I wetted our game towels with it and then went to the soap dispensers.  We both tried to find one that was working and eventually did.  Jake added in “well supposedly the soap is anti-microbial.”

I added “yeah but there is probably lead in the water pipes as well.”

Jake laughed, and I must say that when he does, I am attracted to him more in that is a nervous bit still confident one.

Jake starts to wash his chest first and so do I.  

The water is cold so both our man nipples get erect a bit.  We both then wash off our chests from clavicles to just below our navels and then do our arm pits to where both our “treasure trails” stops at waistband of our lacrosse shorts.

Jake then takes his towel, rinses it off and adds more soap to it and I do the same.

Jake then asks me to give a quick wash of his back and I did.  

As Jake did so I could feel my cock getting hard in my jock as I ran the cold wet soapy towel across his shoulders and down his back.
  
I felt my cock got even harder underneath my jock that I was attempting to adjust my now almost fully erect boner so that it could stick out of the jock straps pouch some but still kept some distance from Jake’s fine and muscular bubble butt and prayed that he doesn’t accidentally back into it.  I could feel myself starting to pre-cum so I quickly put my put my dick head back in my jockstrap’s pouch and hopes that Jake doesn’t notice it.

 Jake then said to me “turn around Toby, I’ll give you a quick towel wash of your back.  Hopefully that’s not too queer to you?”

I just said “nope. It’s a just a quick clean up and teammates helping one another out, that all.”

As Jake gave me a quick back wash from my shoulders to the base of my back my cock was, I was leaking pre as he was furiously washing off my back, then gave it a quick dry and then said “all done.  There is a name for this and all but it’s not PC to say anymore” as he then quickly dried off the rest of his body and put his shirt on.  

I did the same.

We both left the park’s public lavatory and walked to my car, I drove Jake to his home in almost silence in that he was constantly texting on his phone to Monika.  

Jake told me that the both of us pass our condolences to Annette’s family of the passing of her great aunt and at what time the both of us would like to come over to pay our respects.

Both Jake and I drove in silence for a moment and it was not until the next blip of an incoming message that Jake read to me that stated “Annette is a bit upset about the sudden passing of her great aunt.  She was 97 and all. Maybe your big and handsome Irish friend can console her some. ‘Joo’?”

As Jake read me the text message, I quickly looked over to him and down at his groin area I saw as he was holding his cell phone with one hand as he was adjusting his dick with the other one through his lacrosse shorts with the other one.  I then focused on the road as Jake texted Monika back.

Jake then read the reply and I glanced over to see that he gave his dick a quick adjusting under his shorts and then said to me “we can come by after six p.m. to pay our “respects” to Annette, Toby if you wish, either way I am going because it’s been so fucking long for you know what I mean.”

I had to think and focus about what may happen at 6:00 that evening and from what I could tell Jake wants to go and I was invited as well.

I drove Jake to his house, popped the truck to my car so that he could get his gear bag out, and got out of the car as well.

Once he grabbed his gear bag he just said to me in a wicked and male lustful grin on his face and said “so are you coming or do I have to give my ‘condolences’ to the both of them myself?”

I just said “I’ll pick you up at 5:45.” . .