‘Wow, he’s grumpy. I wonder how David can deal with his antiquated ideas?’ Phil thought.
“Who cares about how many likes you get from 2,000 people you don’t even know?” Coach Clayton continued. “There are a hundred-plus guys in the locker room. Those are the hundred that matter.”
That made Phil stop and think. Was that statement something that just sounded good, or was that one of those life lessons he should pay attention to?
“Over the next few days, I need everyone to focus on the task at hand. Work at tempo. Get as many snaps as you can in practice. Go at NASCAR pace because the more we can get done, the more you’ll be able to learn.
“With that in mind, you’re responsible for telling us if you don’t quite get something. I don’t want you moving on to the next drill or teaching session just because you think you should. This camp is for you to learn skills you can take home with you. That doesn’t mean that we might not move on anyway. But we will circle back and work with you one-on-one until you get it,” Coach Clayton promised as he wrapped up his introductory speech.
Next up was a tour of the facilities and a talk about the history of USC football, which included 39 conference titles, 80 All-Americans, 13 undefeated seasons, 11 national championships, and 62 perfect days. A ‘perfect day’ was when both UCLA and Notre Dame lost.
Colt pointed out that their last national championship was all the way back in 2004. Phil countered that David said they would get one next year and not to bet against his brother because the one thing he did was win.
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After the USC dog-and-pony show and seeing the campus, they had a break before dinner, so they went to their room. Phil’s roommate was Colt.
“Is your brother hooking us up?” Colt asked a little overexcitedly.
It amazed Phil that everyone thought David had a stash of willing women on the side that he would give up when his friends needed to get laid. Colt obviously didn’t know David very well. If he did, he would know that David would never share if he cared about the girl.
“He’s taking Crystal out.”
“Damn,” Colt drawled. “She is fine.”
“I think I found us dates,” Phil said to become Colt’s hero.
“Jock bunnies?”
“One of them. I asked if she had a friend for you,” Phil said.
“Hell, yes! College women,” Colt said while doing a fist pump. “I hear they know things.”
‘Fuck,’ Phil worried.
Colt sounded like his best friends, Yuri and Roc. The two of them were all but clueless when it came to women. If they weren’t both jocks and decent-looking, they would never get laid. Roc was conservative and only willing to do missionary, while Yuri was a male chauvinist. Colt sounded like he was on the immature side.
“Are you prepared? College girls are not going to put up with you if you aren’t ready,” Phil said with a straight face.
“What do you mean?”
“Do you have condoms?”
“Isn’t birth control her problem?” Colt asked.
Phil closed his eyes, bit his tongue, and rubbed his temples before answering.
“I can’t believe I have to tell you this, but a condom is for more than just not getting her pregnant. If she’s been a bit free with the goods, you might catch something, and your dick will fall off,” Phil said dramatically.
“You’re bullshitting, right?” Colt asked.
“One time, when I slept with a college girl, David had to take me to get tested. To check, they had this metal rod that they had to shove up my piss hole to take a biopsy.”
Saying that was a whole lot funnier than when Phil heard it from David. He now understood the humor.
“Fuck! Seriously?!”
“A condom might suck, but let me tell you, it’s worth it,” Phil said before Colt bailed.
“I might have to swing by a drug store,” Colt admitted.
“What about lube?” Phil asked next.
“For what?”
“Anal. Trust me. Lube is your friend. They say too much lube is almost enough.”
“Oh. My. God!” Colt said as he lost his mind. “I might get to have her ass?”
“I would also get a butt plug,” Phil reasonably suggested.
“A what?”
“Butt plug. You lube it up and gently shove it in to help stretch the anal ring. A butt is way tighter than a vagina,” Phil said.
“Where will we get that?” Colt asked.
“I’m not sure, but David will know,” Phil promised, then added, “And handcuffs and a blindfold.”
“No way,” Colt said in a not nearly as enthusiastic way as before.
“Funny story,” Phil related. “I ran into this one woman who wanted to cuff me. She stripped me off and gave me the best head of my life. The next thing I know, I agree to it. She blindfolded me and shoved the butt plug up my ass. I admit that was a bit uncomfortable.”
“I hope you bailed at that point,” Colt worried.
“I couldn’t because I was cuffed to the bed,” Phil explained. “Then it got … I don’t know … maybe I shouldn’t say.”
“Whatever it is, it will just be between us,” Colt promised.
Phil leaned forward.
“She fucked my ass,” Phil whispered.
“What?!”
“It felt just like a real dick,” Phil said and then cringed.
Anyone else would have instantly jumped on how Phil knew what a ‘real dick’ felt like in his ass. But Colt was so innocent that he didn’t pick up on it.
“How?”
“She had a strap-on,” Phil said.
“No way in hell am I letting that happen to me,” Colt said emphatically.
“Like I said. With college girls, you want to be prepared. When we get your butt plug, you might want to slip off and use it on yourself. Remember, use plenty of lube. I plan to use one, just in case,” Phil said with a solemn expression.
“I don’t know.”
Phil worried he might have gone too far.
“Dude. I would agree, but it is so worth it. Have you ever taken a girl around the world?”
“What’s that mean?”
“Where you cum in her mouth, pussy, and ass,” Phil said to enlighten him.
“Oh, fuck! I want to do that.”
“Getting a rubber dick shoved up your ass isn’t too big a price to pay, now, is it?” Phil asked.
“Maybe not.”
Phil couldn’t wait to tell David. He would want in on tormenting Colt.
This was what it must feel like to have a little brother.
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At dinner, Phil slipped off to call his brother.
“I need your help,” the conversation began.
David listened to what Phil had to say. Phil’s issue was he didn’t really have any girls lined up or know where to get everything. A butt plug wasn’t something the local drug store carried.
“I’ll get it set up. Just get the lube and condoms, and I’ll text you where and when,” David said.
Phil was a bit disappointed that his brother didn’t plan to be there. But could he blame him? If his ex, Jill, were there and promised him sex, it would take an act of war to make him change his plans.
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David sent him a text with the time and location. Outside the apartment building, they stopped. Colt rubbed his hands on his jeans.
“My palms are sweating.”
“Nervous?” Phil asked.
“I’ve never done something like this.”
“Just follow my lead and don’t make an ass of yourself,” Phil suggested.
They each took a deep breath and entered the building. When they knocked on the door, David answered. He made a big deal of checking the hall to make no one was around.
“Hurry up and get in here,” he ordered.
“What was that shit about?” Phil asked.