When the door to my office opened and a freshly fucked Landen emerged, Mitchell, who was seated on the nearest chair, clicked off his stop watch, scowling and shaking his head. Then he stood up, barely acknowledging Landen.
"See ya, stud, and thanks again," Landen said warmly to Mitchell as he hustled out of the locker room. Mitchell didn't say anything in response.
As soon as Landen was gone, Mitchell rushed into the office to make sure there were no rubbers, lube, semen, stray clothing (e.g., a cum stained jockstrap that had been labeled 'LANDEN' with a Sharpie) or other incriminating evidence left behind. "Jesus Christ," he said, pointing at the pool of cum on the desk. "All his?" I nodded, then started wiping up gobs of Landen's creamy semen with a towel - after tasting it first and finding that there was an appealing earthiness to Landen's cum. "He might still turn out to be an ass wipe, I'm not sure yet, but I think he's a better dude than I was giving him credit for...he gave me a pretty decent hand job this morning, like, I mean, his idea and everything."
"You deserve a helluva lot more than that," I told Mitchell, pulling him into my arms and kissing his neck. "Stop it, Coach," he hissed, and broke free. "Somebody might see. Now c'mon, cut it out, we gotta get going...you and Landen took way, too long, 13:07 minutes between door closing and opening again...you sucked his cock, didn't you?"
"Not for THAT long," I protested.
"Can't say that I blame you, Coach," he empathized with me. "When I saw how thick his boner was...and how it sticks straight up...and that foreskin...it was all I could do to lay off it myself." I told Mitchell as we walked down the hill to the practice field that I wanted another session with Landen before Sunday. "No shit?" Mitchell replied. "Well, I was thinking of getting Dewey to bend over for you in between practices, not for the whole time, you know, maybe drop by around 2:00 p.m., but I could swap Landen into that slot...yeah, this could work out pretty well—"
"2:00 today is perfect for Landen," I interrupted, "because he's going to top me. I owe Dewey a topping, but I don't want to fuck anybody again until at least after practice. I'm slowing down, I'm afraid." "Landen fucking TOPS?" Mitchell asked in disbelief. "Well, like I was saying, swapping Landen into Dewey's tentative slot could work out pretty well, because Jeff and Alex are going to hook up at your place in the morning, and you know Alex and Dewey are sort of a couple, or at least each other's fuck of first resort...so we'll get Dewey to come at the same time, the four of you fuck in the same room...you could even cross pollinate some if you guys wanted to."
"What are you going to be doing while the four of us fuck?" I asked.
"Watching and jacking off, I hope," Mitchell replied, laughing. "Maybe making notes on my clipboard."
"I want Alex to sit on my face," I said, "make a note of that, please."
"I can make all of that happen, Coach...Landen, Dewey, Alex...Alex sitting on your face. Check." "You're a fucking wizard, Mitchell."
"Coach," Mitchell said, changing the subject, "I think you changed my life last night."
"If that's true," I replied, "I hope it was in a good way."
"In the best fucking kind of way," he said. "Hey, do you mind if I hang out while Landen's trying to figure out where his dick goes? He really wants me to fuck him, so I was thinking if there's time after he learns how to top, you know, I might..."
"Sounds good," I said, "but feel free to sandwich Landen, no need to wait until he finishes with me. Check with him first, obviously. You'd be a pretty big surprise for anyone. And pay attention, you could learn something from Landen. He's a fucking A good bottom."
