"And that's not the worst thing you did," I said to Jeff, who was embracing me from behind in my steamy hot shower, "you understand that, right?" I'd certainly never told Jeff what I believed to be the most fundamental rule of sexual relations between two (or more) people, because whoever needs to be told something so universally understood? I could feel his large semi pressing against my crack and, God help me, I wanted him, and wondered if he could fuck me again so soon after he'd had such a powerful orgasm...
...and, if he could, whether he could get off again. I'd assumed at first that his boner was still subsiding, but it seemed to be getting firmer, not softer.
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"I do," he replied, nibbling my ear. His cock was definitely getting bigger...and harder.
"So, what was the worst thing you did?" I asked, trying not to pant for his cock. I had just been fucked hard and, collectively, long, by three young studs...and I wanted more. Even I couldn't believe I wanted Jeff inside me again, but I did, and desperately so. I raised my face to the hot, pelting water as Jeff's hand closed around my newly throbbing boner.
"Never fuck anyone without permission," Jeff said morosely. "I did that, or basically made Dewey do that, same difference, so I fucked him over, too, almost as bad as I fucked you over."
"Right," I said, pushing my ass back against his almost fully hard cock as he squeezed mine. "You can't weaponize your cock, or in this case, your friend's cock, like that. You're so much better than that...you're lucky, I guess, that I wanted Dewey anyway, but you took the decision away from me...if you'd just told me he was here...I can't believe I would have done anything differently...but it wasn't your call."
"I know it wasn't," Jeff admitted. "I had that crazy idea, and at the time it seemed so harmless...and so funny. I know it wasn't either of those things. I'm sorry, Coach."
"I know you are," I replied, "and it was kind of funny...so let's forget that it wasn't my idea." I was grinding his junk with my ass as my cock throbbed in his hand.
"Coach, um, do you wanna fuck me now?" Jeff asked, sounding like a chastened little boy, "cuz I'm thinking that would be pretty cool...you know, since you don't want to punish me..."
"Unh unh," I said, "I want you to fuck me again. Can you?"
"Of course, I can," he replied without a hint of bravado. Jeff was just stating a fact.
"Can you get off again?" I asked. "You know, so soon..."
"I'm pretty sure that's not going to be an issue, not yet anyway," he whispered, pressing his wood into my crack, "but let's find out."
"There's waterproof lube behind you..."
"Seal Skin Shower Gel," Jeff said, reading the label, just before a lubed finger entered me and smeared Seal Skin everywhere it might be needed. He entered me effortlessly, but slowly, pushing his cock all the way into me as if in slow-motion, the smooth muscle lining of my rectum recognizing every centimeter of cock passing through. He was as hard as he ever was, and I could feel his balls deep cock pulsing as I rhythmically clenched and released it with my rectum. That entire fuck felt like a slow-motion dance, more filling, more intimate, more satisfying than any of the three that preceded it.
There was no issue with Jeff getting off explosively again within 20 or 25 minutes after his most recent orgasm, and within 10 minutes of re-entering me, which was as impressive a comeback as I'd ever witnessed. 'That's why you're throwing your career away for an 18-year-old rock-hard cock...that's what 18•year•olds do...' I thought as those hot blasts of cum were shooting into my rectum.
