"Hey, guys," Jeff asked his three companions from where he sat on the shower room floor, "does anybody need to take a leak before we get out of here?"
"It's a thing, perfectly harmless," Mitchell explained to the other two. "Jeff likes to be pissed on sometimes by guys he really likes. He wouldn't ask if he didn't really like us, and it makes him very happy."
"Fuck, Jeff," Max said, laughing, "I'll piss on you anytime if that'll make you happy. You can even piss on me, once anyway, if you want to. I'll try any fucking thing once."
"Why the fuck not," Finn said, also laughing, "I've got to whiz anyway."
"My sentiments exactly," Mitchell added, "and there's no better place for it." Three well hung studs crowded around the fourth well hung stud and, whooping and laughing, hosed him down like he'd never been hosed down before, with torrents of jock piss. Two of the three watched in mild astonishment (not Mitchell, who'd seen it before) as their gleeful, soaked friend's fat cock filled with blood and flopped over, semi erect.
"Now me," Max insisted as he lay down flat on the floor. Jeff scrambled up and stood over his new protege, initially having to will his urine to flow through his semi aroused cock, but once his stream started to flow he pissed like a horse all over that hot as fuck sophomore, concentrating especially on his stiffening beer can cock, but not neglecting his upturned face. Unlike his mentor, Max kept his mouth tightly closed, at least at first, but then thinking, 'What the fuck, if I'm gonna do this, I might as well go all in,' he parted his lips and began to laugh. Jeff's piss, he thought, tasted as much like Gatorade as anything else. What he really wanted to know, though, was what Jeff's cum tasted like.
Mitchell and Finn duly noted both of their companions' by then rock-hard erections, and Finn remarked, "What the fuck, I'll probably try that next time." Jeff lent Max a hand and pulled him to his feet. Taking Max's face in both hands, Jeff said, "You've got balls, bro. I like that," and kissed him passionately, their erections throbbing together. "C'mon, let's wash off and get out of here before we start fucking."
"I'm cool with fucking, too" Max replied. He wanted Jeff right that minute, and he didn't care which of them was inside the other.
"We will, if that's what you want," Jeff said as he lathered up, "as soon as we get to Coach's, but I have a feeling that once we start we're not going to stop...and Mitchell and I've promised Finn something special that really can't wait. You can come with us, right? And spend the night? I'm sure Finn's gonna spend the night, too, because he promised something to Mitchell. You can even fuck Alex for me in the morning if you want." Fucking Max or Max fucking him as soon as they got to Coach's was exactly what Jeff wanted. He didn't care which because he already knew they were going to flip, at least once, and all night long if he had anything to say about it.
"Yes, yes and we'll see about Alex," Max replied, laughing. "God, yes, to the first two questions." Max had had a crush on the transfer tight end since he'd first seen him, on the first day of camp, before they'd even met. And who wouldn't have, he was gorgeous. While the senior had never noticed him in any sexual way, Jeff had always been friendly and kind to him, unlike most of the upperclassmen. That was not nothing, nor were Jeff's dimples, infectious smile, leadership, team spirit, grace on and off the football field, ass to die for and really big, fat cock, nothing. In fact, Jeff's ass to die for and really big, fat cock were quite something, from Max's point of view.
Max was as queer as he was masculine, and as queer as Max was, the first time he'd seen Jeff fully nude, full frontal, dripping wet by his locker, as Max was going to his with a towel around his waist, he'd had to turn around and go straight to a restroom stall to jack off, fully erect by the time he'd latched the door. He'd had no reason to believe that Jeff was a homo like himself, and he simply hadn't believed Landen when he'd told him that Jeff was fucking him. Max had just figured that Landen, who was totally full of shit, had been verbalizing his fantasies about the transfer tight end (matching Max's own) while he, Landen, had been grinding his buttery ass on Max's stiff cock, which had not sucked.
