Coach, Mitchell and Max were all naked, sitting around the hot tub when Jeff and Finn let themselves in and came through the house to find them. Only Max had a boner. "See, bro? We're over dressed," Jeff said to Finn. Once they'd stripped, only Max and Jeff had boners. Coach welcomed them warmly, offering pizza, beer, privacy, public spaces, condoms, lube, whatever they wanted. Finn went straight to the ice chest. Jeff, who'd gone straight to Max, specifically his neck, which needed kissing en route to other parts, called out, "Beer me!" Finn's inevitable reply had been "Queer me!"
"Tomorrow, you homo," Jeff laughed as Finn tossed him an ice cold can roughly the size of Max's flaccid penis.
The transfer tight end resumed his oral advance up the back up QB's neck from behind him, reaching around and gripping his rock-hard 16-year-old (but very mature) beer can cock near its head, tickling its blunt tip with his thumb and flicking the foreskin down. When Jeff's thumb returned to the head of Max's dick, he found a good bit of viscous pre cum oozing out, so he smeared it all over Max's flared knob. Jeff whispered something naughty into Max's ear, and Max chuckled and reached for Jeff's beer, which he surrendered.
"Hey Coach, can I have a quick word with you in private?" Jeff asked. Coach naturally agreed, and climbed out of the hot tub, suggesting they talk in the cabana across the pool because he had something there, he wanted to show Jeff. The transfer jock leaned around Max, swallowed the head of his cock, licked off the sophomore's still accumulating leakage and started to follow Coach.
Mitchell burst out laughing. "Jesus Christ, Jeff," he said, "you stroll in, give Max a reach around and then a blowjob right in our laps, but you can't talk in front of us?" Mitchell wasn't pissed, but he did have a point, and Max and Finn had laughed with him.
"Exactly," Jeff replied, turning around to face Mitchell. "And as soon as I come back, Max and I are going to fuck right here, unless public butt fucking suddenly makes anyone here uncomfortable." Jeff had instantly regretted his over the top response (in tone if not in content), acknowledging to himself that Finn's incomplete blowjob probably hadn't been all that soothing. He knew that Mitchell had just been fucking with him, and had no issue with the PDA he'd given Max, nor with him whispering in Coach's ear.
More to the point, Jeff had intended to take Max to a guest room inside where they could give full vent to their passions in private. The difference between him and Mitchell tag teaming Landen in front of each other and Coach (or him and Mitchell watching Landen fuck Coach) that afternoon, and him and Max making love alone, just for themselves, was night and day. He didn't want to have to fuck Max leaning against the outside of the hot tub, right in his ginger friend's face, although Mitchell no doubt would enjoy that. And while he didn't think Max gave a shit about what he'd either said or done, he thought he'd probably made another mistake in announcing what he and Max were going to do and where, without first consulting Max. "Hey Mitchell, I'm sorry I snapped at you, bro. And Max, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you by sucking your dick in front of my new boyfriend, and I'm especially sorry for making plans about what else you and I might or might not be about to do without talking to you about it first. That's your call as much as it is mine."
"Jeeze," Max replied, laughing, "would you just shut up and go talk to Coach so we can fuck?" Everyone laughed, no one louder than Mitchell. OK, Jeff thought, his first instincts had been right - Max didn't give a shit what these guys thought, he just wanted to fuck him. He'd probably be cool with bouncing on Jeff's dick in the hot tub with everybody else soaking next to them.
"I love you guys!" Jeff said and leaned over to lick the few drops of fresh, clear pre cum off the head of Max's dick. Jeff smacked his lips and said, "You know, you taste kind of like...Christmas. Don't go away, I'll be right back." Then he jogged around the pool, boner bouncing, to join Coach in the cabana.
