David was starting to like him even more.
“The second day, it was only worth 500 points, the next 250, and so forth. I got at least one per day. I’m trying to get them to do another game,” Colt said.
“Did it work? Are the girls closer as a team?” David asked.
“I have no idea. All I know is I got 13 blowjobs that week. Apparently, I have a nice cock to suck,” Colt said proudly.
David shook his head. That sounded just like he’d been when he was a junior. Colt would grow up at some point. Colt’s girlfriend also had to be a saint to put up with it all.
Then he noticed Cassidy eyeing him.
“No,” David said reflexively.
“We’ll see,” Cassidy said and went up the stairs.
David was about to follow when Colt stopped him.
“Thanks for giving me your brother’s number. He seems cool,” Colt said.
“Phil’s a good guy. You need people going through what you are at times, as does Phil. You’re both quarterbacks trying to figure out the next step after high school,” David said to explain why he’d hooked the two of them up.
“He mentioned setting a record when he visited you in the spring.”
“Okay.”
Phil had spent quality time with five of Crystal’s sorority sisters. It was good to be young and full of cum on days like that.
“He said that at your birthday party, you set him up with a cheerleader.”
“Song Girl,” David corrected.
“Sorry?” Colt said, confused.
“They’re two different things …” David began to explain and then stopped himself. “Ask your question.”
“I was hoping you would introduce me to a … uh … what did he call it?”
“Jock Bunny,” David provided.
“Yeah, that.”
“I can make an introduction, but they’re not like party hos. You still have to make an effort,” David explained.
“Oh,” Colt said, looking dejected. “The way Phil explained it … I guess I made some assumptions.”
“All I’m saying is that if you’re not a total jackass and don’t, like, jump them, they can be fun. Piss them off, and you’ll be back to using your right hand to get off,” David explained.
“So, Phil has game?” Colt asked, confused again.
That made David laugh.
“That was my first thought, but then again, he’s a Dawson.”
“What does that mean?”
“Let’s just say that my older brother set the bar pretty high. He learned his skills from my uncle, who also taught my little brother. They have game.”
“What about you?” Colt asked.
“Not so much anymore. I just had my last two relationships cheat on me.”
Crystal picked that moment to walk in the door. Colt’s mouth fell open when she gave David a kiss that curled David’s toes.
“You’re coming over tonight,” Crystal told David and then turned to Colt. “Hi.”
She left the two of them watching her backside as it walked up the stairs.
“I’m so coming to USC,” Colt decided.
“Come on. Let’s go eat,” David said, not wanting to lose sight of Crystal’s swaying derriere.
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Chapter 38
Phil
Lunch at David’s had been excellent. He’d been in touch with all the guys that USC was recruiting. The ones who were attending the camp had shown up. Phil was glad his brother had arranged it because it gave many guys with similar interests, specifically football players wanting to receive college offers, a chance to get together and talk about it.
When they were done, David had walked them all over to the John McKay Center to get signed in. They had a couple of hours until their first scheduled activity, so David had invited a few of them to run drills. Bud Mason joined them.
“That’s a horrible release, 21. Horrible. Not average. Not bad. Horrible,” Coach Mason barked at Colt Macklin.
David and Phil both chuckled because Colt was supposed to be the best high school quarterback prospect in the nation, regardless of class. Leave it to Coach Mason to bring him back to earth. Phil had watched Coach Mason do even worse to his older brother. A clipboard would soon follow if Colt wasn’t careful.
On cue, it went flying.
“Get out of here! Go talk to David,” Coach Mason barked and then turned his eyes on Phil.
‘Oh, crap! He’s in a mood,’ Phil thought.
All eyes were on him, and he promptly overthrew his receiver.
“Get your elbow up and throw the ball! What did you do when you were a kid? Play video games?” Coach Mason asked.
“Hang on, Coach. They’re both making the same mistake,” David interrupted.
“Really? Care to demonstrate?” Coach Mason asked.
Phil watched his brother confidently take the snap and drill the receiver.
“Did you watch my feet? You’re both on your toes like you should be and moving in the pocket. What’s happening is you do this micro-step as you aim the ball. That causes you to get under it, and it sails on you. Besides overthrowing your receiver, it slows the velocity, making it easier for a defender to intercept,” David explained.
“Do it again,” Coach Mason told him.
Phil and Colt watched another ball all but knock the receiver down. This pass called for some heat because it was a bang-bang type of play. The receiver was slipping between the corner and outside linebacker, so there was a tight throwing window. A split second would be the difference between a pick-six and your team scoring.
“Instead of the little hop, he planted his foot and ripped it. They don’t tell you to aim a football. You throw it,” Coach Mason said.
“Honestly, that was one of the hardest habits I had to break. It’s a subtle change, but it’s the small stuff that determines whether you’re the starter or riding the bench,” David shared. It made Phil feel better when he heard his brother had the same problem when he was younger.
Colt went next. He concentrated on his footwork, which caused his release to be a bit slower, but the ball didn’t sail. The corner all but got there, though.
Phil remembered his older brother obsessing with minor stuff like his release point. David had understood that the talent level was much closer at higher levels. Coach Mason was fond of saying, “Make yourself do it right. Don’t be talking about what we’re going to do, do it!” This was one of those ‘aha’ moments when what you’ve heard over and over again suddenly made sense.
“I can’t stand it! Run it again!” Coach Mason yelled.
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“What the fuck was that?” Colt asked as they showered.
“Between Coach Mason and David, they didn’t miss even the tiniest detail,” Phil agreed.
The workout had only been an hour and a half, but it felt like the end of a two-a-day. With just the two of them throwing, there had never been a break.
“I feel like I might not be good enough to play JV ball, let alone varsity.”
Phil chuckled because he could relate.
The first item on the football camp’s agenda was a welcome talk from USC’s head man, Coach Clayton. They used USC’s team meeting room. Phil noted that Colt sat in the front, so he joined him. His plan had been to hide in the back, but his uncle had told him to surround himself with successful people. It also meant that he should watch what they did because there was a reason they were successful. Hiding in the back wouldn’t accomplish either.
As the coaches came in, someone’s cell phone rang, making everyone laugh. Coach Clayton wasn’t amused.
“There are no cell phones out on the field or when you are supposed to do football-type stuff. So, turn it off, and when you all leave this meeting, go put them in your rooms. The next phone I hear, that person will be going home.”
When the coach was sure he had their attention, he continued.
“And another thing: if you want to have a conversation, do it face-to-face. I see everyone with their noses buried in their phones. Because of social media, you get a lot of positive self-gratification from the communication you have without having to look someone in the eye and without developing a relationship with them. I think that is a critical skill players need to develop if they expect to build a team,” Coach Clayton added.