"Hey Mitchell, what do you say we skip our three a.m. naps...and just fuck now?" Max asked. He kissed Mitchell hungrily and Mitchell returned the kiss, reaching for Max's nearly hard cock, stroking him lightly, helping Max get completely hard. Max's hands, one of them anyway, was firmly gripping one of Mitchell's smooth butt cheeks, sliding into Mitchell's crack... "Jeff is leaking out of you," Max whispered, "I want to taste the two of you all mingled together."
"Eat my ass, and then fuck me," Mitchell said urgently, "against the wall."
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Max and Mitchell climbed out of bed gingerly to avoid waking Jeff, not because they didn't want him to know they were going to fuck without him - he'd made it clear he was cool with them fucking - but because they knew if he was sleeping, he needed to be. Mitchell knew first hand that a series of short cat naps during the wee hours could extend Jeff's fucking stamina considerably. Max knew the same thing because Jeff had told him that.
Mitchell leaned into and braced against the wall separating the bedroom from the bathroom. Max crouched behind him, parting his lean, milky white ass cheeks. The cum he'd felt with his hand a moment before was oozing out of Mitchell's tight pink hole and trickling down his crack, some of it gumming up the bright red hair surrounding Mitchell's asshole. Max licked his crack bottom to top, lapping up the trickles first, then licked and sucked the ooze oozing from Mitchell's puckered hole before attacking the globules of cum nesting here and there in his crack hair. "Yep, that's Jeff's, alright," Max confirmed, "plus a fresh application of peppermint soap."
Mitchell was glad he'd taken Coach's advice to scrub his ass whenever he had the chance, and he had thoroughly washed his with tingly Dr. Bronner's Peppermint Soap after leaving Jeff and Max in the hot tub and before settling into Coach's lonely love lounge to wait for Coach to finish fucking Finn with kid gloves (or really to START fucking him, he reflected). That quick scrubbing had been undertaken with Finn in mind, but as Coach had said, 'you can never predict when somebody might want to bury his face in [your] crack.' He was doubly glad he'd spent that extra minute when Max's curled tongue pushed through his asshole and began licking him on the inside, a style of rimming that he and Jeff had picked up from Coach, and that Max had obviously picked up from Jeff.
Mitchell, who had 'the soul of a bottom,' could not withstand much of that treatment at all before the cock craving that resided deep in his bowels was triggered and he began demanding Max's cock. At 3:00 in the morning or whatever similar time it was, Max didn't have to be asked twice, and Mitchell knew as well as Max that fucking some guy, or even fucking a lover, in the wee hours, especially after a night of ample sex for both, did not call for cock artistry; if anything were required beyond a stiff dick and a willing asshole, it would be closer to urgency than finesse.
Urgency was more than fine with Mitchell; urgency for Max's beer can cock, with which Max had urgently punctuated the 'legendary' Homecoming Night of his own 'legendary' twin brothers, the Homecoming King and Queen who had just fucked each other in the ass in front of a crowd of their straight friends and classmates, male and female, and had then been fucked in the ass by no fewer than five of the 'straight' males but had still come home demanding to be fucked by their kid brother with his beer can cock; urgency for that cock was exactly what Mitchell felt.
Max, too, felt an urgency for Mitchell, no doubt fueled in part by hearing the full story of that wicked Homecoming Night (the naughtiness or shamelessness of which, rightly or wrongly, had plainly aroused him), but his urgency was driven more by physical attraction and a related fascination with the paradox presented by Mitchell's almost cherubic good looks, which conveyed such a strong sense of 'innocence,' and the reality upon closer examination that Mitchell was anything but innocent. And he was also attracted by Jeff's attraction to Mitchell and by Mitchell's own attraction to him (Max). So, urgency wasn't a problem for Max either - not in theory, anyway.
