Without prompting from Jeff, Max got up and snatched Coach's Astro glide off the bed where Coach had begun rocking in and out of Finn's previously virgin ass.
"They got rhythm," Max whispered gleefully when he returned to the love lounge and started lubing his mentor's hefty firepole. Quickly sizing up the love lounge he thought reverse cowboy would be the best route to go.
"Hey stud, can you stand my weight on your thighs, one foot on each?"
"I'll try anything at least once," Jeff said chuckling, recalling how the blood had flowed to his groin when Max had said the same thing to him in the shower room several hours earlier.
"And if you're about to do what I think you are, this is gonna be a pretty wicked - and quick - outing."
The he devil was about to do exactly what Jeff thought he was going to do, which was to squat on his thighs facing away from him, lower his ass down onto Jeff's throbbing cock and, using the overstuffed arms of the love lounge as leverage for his muscular arms, turn his fuck tunnel into a rapid-fire cock plunger.
"Aim and steady your missile for me," the he devil whispered, "and try not to make as much noise as you normally do."
The other fuckers in the room were by then making plenty of noise themselves, and Coach's bed was rocking pretty steadily if slowly, although Jeff's view of that fucking had been blocked by Max's tensed, rippling back. He loved his new view, as he steadied Max with one hand on his hip, his other hand holding his cock until Max's ass began to swallow it.
Contact. Rear entry. Engagement. Plunge. Pushup. Plunge. Pushup. Plunge. Grind. Holy fucking shit. Pushup. Plunge. Grind. Jesus Fucking Christ. Pushup. Plunge. Grind. Pushup. Plunge. Pushup. Grind. Plunge. Pushup. Ignition. Plunge. Blastoff. Holy fucking he devil. Pushup. Plunge...until Jeff was completely spent.
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"I've got footprints on my legs," Jeff said to Coach a few minutes later. He was still in a daze after the squat fucking Max had given him while Finn was losing his anal virginity, and he wasn't really sure where Max had disappeared to or how long he'd been talking to Coach, who had obviously completed Finn's deflowering. "I mean, they're like DEEP footprints..." "That's something I've heard about but never seen before," Coach said, craning his neck for a better look, "but there's no doubt in my mind - those are he devil tracks."
"How's Finn?" Jeff asked, concerned about his new friend's undoubtedly sore rear end. He already knew Max was a he devil. "He's fine. He wants me to fuck him again after we both recover. Hot tub in the meantime? And where the fuck is Mitchell? I haven't seen him in...hours." He extended a hand to Jeff and pulled him up. "Hey Jeff, come this way, I want to show you something."
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Coach led Jeff through the living room and kitchen, past the laundry room and a door to the garage, to another bedroom on the opposite side of the house.
"Very cool," Jeff observed. The room had more of a den like feel than a bedroom, despite the queen-size bed, in part due to the brick floor and floor to ceiling bookshelves filling one wall. The ceiling was vaulted with a small loft accessed by a circular staircase in the far corner. There was also a large flat screen TV, a desk and what looked like a minifridge on the opposite wall. Two pairs of French doors that opened onto the pool and hot tub area. Jeff must have seen the glass doors from the outside when he'd been hanging out in the hot tub, but he'd never been in the room nor, that he could recall, had he even wondered where those doors led.
