Friends Can Help

“Fuck bro, I don’t know if I can hold him, he’s really strong.” Jason said as he pulled Mark onto his back. I grappled with Mark’s legs as he tried to push and twist himself out of Jason’s hold. Jason was the captain of the wrestling team so he knew the best way to take the quarterback down, I watched as he wrapped first his legs then his thick arm around Mark’s neck.

“Easy bro, we don’t want to kill him,” I shouted. Jason shot me a look as tightened his grip again. Mark look at me and then his eyes began to glaze over. I lifted Mark’s arm, it was limp and dropped to the grass when I let it go. “Jas. Hold up man, I think he’s out,” I murmured

Jason released his grip and pushed the unconscious Mark to the ground, beads of sweat freckled his head. “Shit! he is damn strong, I don’t think I could have done it by myself,” he groaned getting to his feet.

I pushed him with my foot rolling him onto his back. “Fucker! If you don’t want to see it our way, then I think it’s time we changed the way you think.”

Jason let out a whistle. “Dylan, get your ass over here.” There was a rustle from the bushes and a skinny guy in boxers ambled over. He was a couple of years younger than Mark and with a grin he looked at the unconscious jock and licked his lips.

“Dylan, you ready to re-educate the schools quarterback?” I grinned.

“Do it. Do it now!” Dylan groaned fondling himself through his boxers.

I kneeled next to Mark and beckoned over Dylan. “You know how this works right?”

“Yeah,” Dylan rolls his eyes, “pretend to be Mark and don’t argue. When we’re alone—“ he looks at Jason and blows him a kiss.

“Whatever,” I sighed. “Just don’t forget you’re a straight jock for the rest of the time.”

Carefully I traced my finger down Mark’s spine and then across his shoulders leaving a glowing line. Gently I pushed on Mark’s back and he let out a groan as his back parted. I clicked my fingers a couple of times an motioned to Dylan. It didn’t take long for him to scramble over and wriggle his skinny body into Marks now cavernous interior. I bit my lip and pulled Mark’s back and shoulders together retracing and sealing Dylan inside.

Mark rolled over with a groan. “Jeez Jason, what the fuck was that about? What you pulled a sleeper on me? Shit! what kind of friend are you?”

“Dylan?” I stammer.

“Who the fucks Dylan?” Mark replies getting to his feet.

“Hey guys!” comes a voice from behind you, it’s Trevor another member of your frat. He claps a hand on Mark’s shoulder, “don’t forget about tomorrow--yeah?”

Mark thinks for a moment. “What you mean the extra days training after school?” Mark grins, and Trevor nods before leaving.

I look at Jason, and then Mark. “Erm, so you OK Mark?” you ask.

A smile peels across Mark’s face. “So I did good huh?”

“Dylan?”

“Fuck yeah!” Mark growls rubbing his crotch through his shorts.

Jason punches my arm. “You are fucking amazing man.”

With a grin Mark throws an arm around Jason and myself and we stroll back to the frat house.