After Mitchell rolled off Jeff and Jeff rolled off me, with the three of us lying on our backs on the floor separately enjoying our own post fuck endorphin floods, Jeff raised his hand to high five Mitchell. "Dude, that was fucking awesome...WE were fucking awesome!"
They had been fucking awesome. I smiled to myself. "Pool," I croaked and struggled to stand on my still quivering legs.
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"Hey Mitchell, have you ever pissed on another dude?" I asked as the three of us lay by the pool, drying off in the hot sun after a refreshing dip. My head was in Mitchell's lap, cushioned by his huge, mostly flaccid but piled up cock, and Jeff's head was in my lap, not nearly as cushioned as mine. "You know, a sexual thing, because the dude wanted you to?"
"Fuck, Coach, that's kind of random," Mitchell replied. "I've never even thought of doing that."
"Fair enough," I allowed, "but would you do it? For someone you were really into, if he really wanted you to?" I could see Jeff's meaty cock stir and begin to inflate, just a bit.
Mitchell thought about my question for a minute. "I dunno, Coach...I'm not gonna say 'no,' because I guess if you really, really wanted me to pee on you, I'd have to consider it, because I am into you...Maybe you ought to ask Jeff to do it, though." I couldn't keep myself from laughing, and then had a hard time stopping. Somewhat to my surprise, Jeff was laughing too.
"What?" Mitchell asked, his face turning red.
"No, dude," Jeff said, "not Coach...would you piss on ME?"
"Why would I want to do that?" Mitchell asked. "I like you too much to do that."
"To make me happy...even happier," Jeff replied. "And because if you did, I'd set you up with Dewey...or...Landen."
Mitchell laughed. "Dude, if I wanted to fuck Landen all I'd have to do is take a number. But Dewey? Dewey's a fucking homo? I thought he was boning a bunch of cheerleaders."
"Dewey thinks you're hot as fuck, which you are," Jeff said. "And he speculates, based on the size of your hands, that you've got a big fat wiener you're hiding in your baggy pants."
"Have you fucked him?" Mitchell asked, clearly interested. "I really do think he's straight."
"Not yet, but I'm going to, and soon," Jeff replied. "I have blown him, though, and he would've blown me, except I had an even more important appointment. You're right that Dewey is fucking two, not a bunch of, cheerleaders, but that's just for show. He's queer as fuck."
"Whoa..." Mitchell said quietly.
"Hey Mitchell, would you like to start showering with the team?" I asked, breaking the silence that had ensued.
"I wouldn't mind it," he said, "but really why would I need to do that? I get to check everyone out anyway."
"What the fuck?" Jeff exclaimed. "Dude, I've fucking studied you and never caught you checking out anybody but Sam. You didn't even know I had a penis until I all but clubbed you with it at the urinals."
Mitchell laughed, shaking his head. "What can I say? I'm discreet. I nearly swooned, on the inside only, when you walked out of the shower after your first practice. I popped about half a boner for you then, which is why I wear my baggy shorts."
"Only half?" Jeff asked, and we all laughed.
"I just wondered if showering with the guys might...um...improve your standing with some of them," I explained. "Take Dewey, just for example, if he thinks you're hot, he's got to be wondering what's in your shorts. Why not let him see without having to show him in a more awkward setting? I don't mean to embarrass you, Mitchell, but you've got the biggest dick in the locker room, and nobody knows it but me, Jeff and Sam."
