Max was as surprised as any of the three of them, maybe more so, that the chain reaction of ejaculations from their sandwich fuck would start with him on the front end. He had almost no warning that he was about to set a PR by auto nutting twice in one night, only the briefest signal telegraphed by the constriction in his balls and the rising of his nuts in his nut sack, and by the time those physiological facts registered in his conscious brain, thick streams of his hot cum were already shooting three and four feet out of his pulsing cock across the bed.
Mitchell was already feeling his orgasm to be building in his balls, and he heard Max's primal scream simultaneously with feeling the powerful spasming of Max's sphincter around his cock in concert with his apparent auto orgasm. That sudden tightening and attempted closure of Max's fuck tunnel pushed Mitchell over the edge and he erupted ten+ inches deep inside of Max. Mitchell's newly expanded rectum suddenly constricted, clenching tightly around Jeff's primed cock as his (Mitchell's) balls were forcefully expelling his cum, that vise grip in turn lighting the fuse to Jeff's explosive orgasm.
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"So, what's your combined score now?" Mitchell asked a few minutes later. "No idea," Jeff mumbled, concentrating on finally falling asleep. "We're not keeping score."
"Eleven," Max replied, "but three of those may not count."
"Max," Jeff said sleepily, "please stop it. We're not counting."
"Why don't three count?" Mitchell asked, ignoring Jeff. "They all count. I mean, if you get off, of course it counts."
"Two don't count because I auto nutted twice and—" Max started to explain, also ignoring Jeff.
"Twice!" Mitchell exclaimed. "Dude! Auto nuts absolutely count...fuck, they should count double."
"But we're not counting at all," Jeff slurred into his pillow, beginning to drool.
"Two because I auto nutted and one of Jeff's, that last one a few minutes ago, probably doesn't count because he nutted in you, not me," Max continued. "That's not fair," Jeff mumbled, "it was one of my best ones..."
"No, me being part of it doesn't have anything to do with whether it counts," Mitchell countered. "The pool is for the total number of orgasms the two of you have before dawn. There weren't any stipulations about how you get off or in whose butts your loads get deposited. Even if there were, Jeff's last one would count anyway, because we were...you know, all connected, but that's not a requirement. Like if you fucked me before dawn, and Jeff was at least in the room, that would count."
"Mitchell, you were awesome," Max said, taking the hint. "I'm going to close my eyes for a few minutes, but then...would it be OK with you if we flipped? If I can get it up..."
"Fuck yeah it would," Mitchell replied, "wake me up if, you know, it looks like I'm sleeping." Mitchell scrunched over closer to Max and lay his head on Max's chest.
"Hey Mitchell, how come they're this many homos on the football team?" Max asked a minute or so later.. "I mean, isn't it unusual that—"
"It's statistically impossible," Mitchell whispered, since Jeff had fallen asleep next to them. "Well, I guess there's no so such thing as 'statistically impossible,' so let's say it's statistically improbable. There are 45 guys on the roster...if you count me, it's 46, and there are 6 known homos in the locker room, including me but not counting Coach or Finn, that's still 13% of the group, which is off the charts."
"Like is the whole school, the upper school, that queer, too, or did all the queers at school just decide to play football? Well, not all, because I know two senior homos not on the team...friends of my brothers..."
