"C'mon, Max, I want to show you something very fucking cool," Jeff said as they walked toward the cabana.
"Yeah, his big, fat watermelon dick," Finn quipped, and all five of them laughed. Jeff loved hearing that shit.
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As soon as their soon to be fucking friends were out of earshot, Finn added, "I gotta say, those two very hot guys are fucking sizzling hot together, like they're on fire just beneath the surface." Finn was quite content to wait his turn, but he badly wanted a turn (or seven) with his hunky new friend with the watermelon dick.
He hoped Jeff's wink had meant that Coach had agreed to initiate him that night in the mysteries of ass fucking, not just because Coach was hot as fuck in his own right, which he was, but because the sooner that happened, the sooner Jeff could start shoving his watermelon dick up his tight ass, provided he could be pried off of Max, who was almost as hot as Jeff. Finn was thinking a sandwich fuck with Jeff plugged into him and himself plugged into Max would be just about perfect. So would a reversal of that lineup, he realized.
"Right," Mitchell agreed, "like they're about to burn down Coach's cabana." Finn's hand found Mitchell's thick semi-hard cock underwater and stroked him a few times, and Mitchell signaled his willingness for more by spreading his legs further apart. "Sit up on the edge and I'll get that monster perfectly hard for Dewey," Finn whispered huskily as he kissed Mitchell's neck and ear. Mitchell complied, of course, with Coach happily watching, and closed his eyes in pleasure as Finn deep throated most of his semi for the first time in months.
Mitchell also cooperated by achieving a perfect rock-hard erection, too much cock even for Finn, the most accomplished deep throat artist he knew, to take. So, Finn adjusted and concentrated on the large head and next three or four inches of Mitchell's huge ginger cock for a couple more minutes. He wanted the huge cock he was sucking to be the third one up his ass, though he wondered at the wisdom of that desire. And he got hard at the thought of fulfilling his promise of that afternoon to fuck Mitchell that night. Even if Dewey stayed over, he was sure they could work something out that got all of their rocks off.
Mitchell brought the incipient full-fledged blowjob, as enjoyable as it was, to a screeching halt by saying, "So, Finn, I hear you're going to get laid tonight."
Finn popped up immediately. "I am?" he asked eagerly, looking wide eyed first to Mitchell, then to Coach. "Fuck yes!"
Coach laughed, amused by Finn's obvious delight. "You're not half as happy about our, um, 'appointment,' as I am, Finn. I haven't wanted anyone as desperately as I want you since I wanted Jeff so desperately and then wanted Mitchell so desperately." The three of them laughed easily together.
Finn, a very smart guy, then said, "Coach, I'll just say one thing and then we can stop embarrassing each other and just enjoy our time together: After being introduced to all that talent this afternoon on your sidelines, Mitchell basically asks me, 'So who do you want?' and I said, 'No. 1, why didn't you offer Coach? That's my first choice. No. 2, Jeff and Mitchell.'"
"You're right," Coach said, blushing a bit, "that's enough bullshit from both of us, even if it is all true."
"Yo! Anybody home?" Dewey called from inside the house. "C'mon out, Dewey! We're by the pool!" Coach shouted back.
"Finn, let's go inside and have a drink after we say hello to Dewey, what do you say?" Coach asked while Dewey made his way to the hot tub. "10/4, Coach," Finn agreed, feeling a certain tingling in his butt hole. Dewey was greeted by the pleasing sights of his date's huge erection, and Finn and Coach climbing out of the hot tub, both with fat, partially aroused, mostly dangling dicks, one noticeably fatter, more aroused and less dangling than the other, older, but still beautiful, cock.
