Mitchell unlocked the field house, and he and the two transfer jocks stripped naked as soon as they were inside, their sweat drenched shorts, shirts, jockstraps, cleats and running shoes left in a jumbled pile by the door, each of them reveling in the beauty of the other two. "Showers, comma, ass fucking," Jeff insisted and grabbed Finn's fat, gorgeous and still growing beer can cock, pulling him along through the locker room to the showers. Finn in turn grabbed Mitchell's giant ginger boner and pulled him after him.
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The locker room was dark but the light in the shower room was on, and provided more than enough light by which to make their way. The fact that the shower room was lit up wasn't unusual; one of the rooms in the complex was usually left illuminated. What was unusual, they discovered as they drew nearer, was the sound of running water and, as they got closer still, the unmistakable, though muffled, sounds of fucking, almost certainly of two guys fucking.
The three well hung jocks, each already in some state of arousal, stood quietly in the doorway to the shower room watching the sizzling hot scene in front of them. One of the guys was lying on his back on the floor under the falling water, legs slightly crouched, his feet toward them, the second guy, his back to them, energetically riding his partner's thick cock, cowboy style, riding high up the shaft and thrusting his ass down hard, all the way down to his partner's big bouncing ball sack, with remarkable rapidity and dexterity, the guy on top (the bottom) was leaning forward, his hands planted on the floor somewhere out of the voyeurs' line of sight, and he was repeatedly pumping his very fine (if lean) ass down onto an impressive cock, a cock which two of the three watchers eventually (but not immediately) recognized.
"Hey...those are Coach's balls..." Jeff said in a barely audible whisper. "But who's that hot fucker on top of him?" Mitchell whispered just as quietly. "I dunno, but I sure hope Coach brings him home to us," Jeff replied. "Should we go?" Finn whispered. "Unh unh," Mitchell replied, "Coach won't mind...besides this is almost over." By that point the fucking had become even more frenzied, the bottom on top slamming down harder and faster and Coach thrusting up powerfully to meet his down stroke. "Is...is that the kid you said was straight?" Finn asked. "His hair looks kinda..." "Could be...maybe..." Jeff and Mitchell answered together, both wondering, if that were the case, how they could have possibly had such a massive intel failure...and what the fuck was Coach doing fucking a known 16•year•old???
There was a loud roar from the top on bottom, followed by Coach's voice shouting as he blew (or began to blow) his cork, "Oh fuck yes! Fuck yes!"
The guy on top of Coach continued pounding his ass down onto Coach's cock throughout Coach's orgasm, "Fuck me, MAX! Fuck me!' until Coach lay spent on the floor. Max's ass swallowed Coach's cock one last time, and Max finally, thankfully (to Jeff and Mitchell) stopped, then leaned forward and joined his mouth to Coach's. "Yeah, that's Max, alright," Jeff whispered helpfully. "He sure does look straight," Finn replied - and, oops, they all laughed out loud.
"Who's there?" Coach asked from underneath the backup QB. He didn't yell or sound startled or angry, just a calm voice asking a reasonable question. "Uh, sorry, Coach," Jeff replied, "it's just us, it's safe." Coach whispered something in Max's ear, and Max shook his head, then started to push himself up off of Coach's unsheathed cock. (As Jeff learned later that night, Coach, ever the gentleman, had been offering to dismiss the three upperclassmen so as to preserve the sophomore's (already blown) anonymity).
"OK guys," Coach said, "hang on, we're getting up...and then Max is going to nail me to the wall. Max offered Coach a hand and pulled him cleanly to his feet, then turned around to face the voyeur jocks for the first time. Their arousal complete, all three were rock hard, and two of them (alas, not Mitchell) were leaking pre cum. Max had almost every inch of the cock Jeff and Finn (but not of Mitchell, of course) had, thick and uncut, and he was just as hard as the three of them. Jeff was seeing Max as if for the first time, though of course he wasn't. He was just seeing him nude for the first time. Maybe it was his grown up, boned up dick that made Max suddenly look so rugged and mature...not to mention fuckable. And that scruff on his face...when had he grown that?? Whatever it was, Jeff was seeing Max not as some "cute" kid but as a peer...and more than that...as definite boyfriend material.
