The Transfer Jock, Part 53

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As he lay on the CF fuck platform recovering from having just been fucked to the edge of oblivion, Jeff could hear splashing and laughter in the pool, and then Dewey's voice asking, "So what's the over/under on those two?" and Mitchell's voice answering, "Eleven."

"What's your position?"

"Over."

"Think they'll make it?"

"Jeff gets stronger the more he fucks...and will keep waking you up all night long to keep fucking you more, with you being glad to be re-awakened each time...and from what I've seen so far I'd say Max is cut from the same fucking cloth...so I think we set the O/U way too low...unless they fuck themselves to death..."

"Grrr," Jeff growled in Max's ear, and pulled him to his feet, noting the flexed bulge of the backup QB's right bicep. "Very quick pizza break, stud," Jeff said in between hungry kisses, "and then I'm going to fuck you like you need to be fucked."

But before that, Max and Jeff made cannonballs out of themselves in order to bombard Mitchell and Dewey, and then hurled themselves into the pool. They were still teenagers, after all, even if they did (sometimes) fuck like grown ass men. 

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After a few minutes of horsing around with Mitchell and Dewey in the pool, Jeff and Max emerged wet, happy and hungry. When Jeff turned to toss Max a towel, a 'small' but astonishing thing occurred: Jeff saw Max's beautiful beer can cock flaccid for (almost) the first time and he fell in love with that dick for the second time that day. When he'd seen Max's dick for the very first time, right after the he-devil had fucked Coach into a quivering mass on the shower room floor and Max had turned to face the three upperclassmen who'd been watching him ride Coach's cock, his 16-year-old cock had been rock-hard.

The only time between that moment and the present one dripping by the pool that Jeff had seen Max's dick not fully aroused (or nearly so) had been when Max had stood over Jeff with Finn and Mitchell pissing on him, and then right afterwards when Jeff had pissed on Max, but Max had gotten so hard again so quickly that Jeff had almost forgotten that Max had once been naked in his presence without an erection. Perhaps Max's boner had completely subsided after he'd auto nutted and before he boned up again, but if it had Jeff had missed that fleeting moment in the dark. Whether or not Max required an even shorter refractory period than Jeff had yet to be established, but Jeff was already pretty sure that his protege stayed hard longer, at least when they were just hanging out naked.

"Hey Max, how did you manage to hide the most beautiful dick I've ever seen from me through almost four weeks of showering and shit in the locker room?" Jeff asked. "Especially since I spent the first week sleuthing out as much new dick as I could."

Max laughed out loud, and then kissed Jeff, grabbing his mentor's fat temporarily soft cock. "I really can't get enough of you, you know? And you're fucking me next with my favoritest cock ever." Max's dick was already re-inflating. "There are probably a lot of reasons you missed seeing me until today, and pure chance is probably a big part of it...and your chances were limited by a bunch of things...the unwritten rule that seniors, or at least upperclassmen, shower first, sophomore varsity and JV last...we scrubs' lockers are in Siberia, out of sight from the really big dicks...and while a lot of guys don't grab a towel until they come out of the shower, I always grab mine before I undress and I always wear it going back and forth—"

"So, you really are shy?" Jeff asked. He didn't believe that for a second.

"Fuck no I'm not shy," Max replied, laughing, "the towel's just for boner protection. Dude, the first time, and one of the few times, that I ever saw you completely naked I was walking by your locker, towel on, and I looked your way and saw your big, fat watermelon dick, and nearly fucking melted. Except for my dick, which did the opposite. I started getting hard on the spot...did a U-turn and was fully bonerized before I could get into a bathroom stall to whack off. Which I did."

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