"Hot tub?" I had asked Jeff as I'd begun to grow uncomfortable on the stone kitchen floor, despite my incredibly well fucked feeling.
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"Has anybody ever told you what a noisy fucker you are?" I asked Jeff as we soaked in my hot tub, wrapped in one another's arms.
"Not really, Coach, no," Jeff said, laughing. "See, the bros I fuck and me, we don't really talk about the fact that we're fucking. We're more like we hook up, we do shit, we hook up again, we do shit again...and we don't ever talk about the shit we're doing or how we're doing it. And I can say for damn sure I've never, ever...um..."
"Fucked a guy who...?" I suggested helpfully. "It's OK to acknowledge the fact that you just fucked the living shit out of me. Try saying exactly what you want to say, at least with me. It's just easier that way."
"Well, Coach, I never, ever...fucked a guy...who carried on a fucking conversation the entire time I was..."
"Sticking it to him?" I offered, laughing. "I do that sometimes, when I'm loving the way I'm getting stuck."
"Right," he replied, "I think those are the exact words I was looking for."
"So, if you and your buds never talk about the shit you've been doing together, you've probably never been told," I observed, "by one of the guys you were sticking it to...that that was a magnificent ass fucking you just rendered, an epic ass fucking even?"
"Of course not, Coach," he laughed. "We hook up, we fuck, we're done."
"Then let me say, you, in the kitchen, that was a magnificent ass fucking, epic even," I said quietly. Jeff didn't say anything for a minute or two, probably embarrassed by my praise.
"Thanks, Coach. I was just thinking I wanna get fucked like that," he said at last.
"I can't fuck you like you just fucked me," I replied, "not for that long, not without nutting. But I can fuck you like you need to be fucked...like I think you ought to be fucked...with plenty of hard fucking mixed in."
"Now?" Jeff asked eagerly. As an answer, my boner and I climbed out of the hot tub.
"How long can you stay tonight?" I asked, tossing Jeff a towel, wanting to make sure we didn't fritter away what precious little time we might have talking about shit that just made me harder. "I mean, this being a school night and all..."
"Oh, until about 6:00 p.m. on Sunday," Jeff replied, toweling off his fat, floppy, finally flaccid dick. I burst out laughing. It was then Wednesday night, and I'd been hoping for maybe another 5 hours when he'd calmly told me he was mine for another 5 days. "What's so funny? My parents are out of town until then...but if you want me to stay till Monday morning, I know Landen will cover for me, I can check in with my folks when they get home and tell them I'm spending the night with Landen...or..."
"Or?" I prompted.
"Not really 'or,' more like 'and,'" Jeff said. "If you're interested in fucking the two hottest dudes on the team, I know for a fact Landen would give his left nut to do ANYTHING with you - you could probably even piss on him, too - I mean, that dude's got major wood for you."
"Uhm...Jeff, every time you and I touch each other sexually, I commit another felony. Same would be true with Landen—"
"No, Coach, I told you," Jeff interrupted, "I'm 18...and so is Landen."
"Not because you're a minor, but because you're a student under my supervision. That's the law I'm worried about," I explained. "Even if we said every orgasm instead of every 'sexual touching' was a separate felony, I'm going to be looking at life in prison by Monday morning."
"Monday?" Jeff asked in disbelief. "You're going to let me stay all night...all tomorrow night...all weekend...then until Monday??"
"It's up to you, man," I replied, "but I'd like that very much. With your parents away, we might as well make hay while the sun's shining, right?" Jeff wrapped his arms around me and started kissing my neck, making sure that our dicks were mashed against each other. I could feel his beginning to swell again.
"Fuckin A we should, and you should at least think about letting Landen make hay with us one night," Jeff argued. "He's no more likely than I am to ever breathe a word to anyone - which is never going to happen - neither of us would ever rat you out, Coach. And that dude would bend over for me anytime I asked for the whole school year if I hooked him up with a three-way including you. You do think Landen's hot, don't you, Coach? I've seen you checking out his junk, too." Guilty as charged.
"I'd say the QB is the second hottest guy on my team," I confirmed, bending to nibble his neck, "but a distant second."
"Aw, Coach, you're gonna make me blush," Jeff said coyly, reaching for my dick. There was no fucking way I'd ever expand the circle of people who could send me up the river on a whim by fucking a second member of my team, let alone fucking him in the presence of the first victim of my new, predatory coaching practices.
Zero chance, period. Still, the idea of watching the two (probably) hottest guys on my team going at it with each other was immensely appealing to me - as fantasy material only. I assumed Landen, another tall, lithe rising senior with an above average penis, though not as above average as Jeff's, was one of the guys Jeff had been banging in my locker room. I enjoyed a fleeting image of Jeff power fucking Landen's hot blond buns against the shower wall.
Maybe I should 'punish' the two of them together for violating team rules— No. No. No. I banished any thought of Landen. After all, he'd never interested me enough to make locker room rounds at shower time more than twice a week. Only the transfer jock I was about to fuck like he needed to be fucked had drawn me from my office, like a moth to flame, on a twice daily basis.
