Jeff and Finn were lounging by the pool wearing nothing but sunglasses, talking smack and catching up with each other since they'd parted company at the hot tub during the early morning hours when Finn had gone inside with Coach for the second fucking of Finn's previously virginal hole. Jeff and Max had slept late that Saturday morning, not waking when Mitchell had extricated himself from their midst to find Finn and make a plan for Alex and Dewey.
After the mentor and his protege finally awakened, they had stayed in bed in each other's arms, talking and kissing (some), until Max finally had to go home, and Jeff had gotten up to take him to his car, which was still at the school. They had reluctantly parted there like lovers uncertain when, or even if, they would ever meet again, although both had known, of course, that Max would be back at Coach's house in less than three hours.
"So Alex got here first this morning," Finn explained to Jeff, "and Mitchell filled him in on the updated arrangements that had to be made on account of the sudden case of the clap that you'd come down with, namely that Alex was getting a substitute transfer jock with not quite as big a dick—"
"Bigger," Jeff interrupted, laughing as he reached over and squeezed Finn's semi, "you're definitely bigger."
"Only at this moment," Finn argued, "and only because you're apparently not as excited to see me as I am to see you."
"Watch this," Jeff said, closing his eyes behind his shades and imagining Finn's gorgeous beer can cock stretching his hole as it entered him at the same time Finn's tongue entered his mouth. "See?" What Finn saw was Jeff's fat watermelon dick swelling with blood and flopping over onto his leg.
"Cheap parlor trick," Finn replied, laughing. "Anyway, Mitchell told Alex he was going to have a substitute transfer jock for about an hour this morning - 'Finn, the naked blond guy with the big fucking boner,' he said - which was my cue to walk into the room naked, with my big fucking boner sticking out, 'you guys met yesterday at the end of practice...' Finn's poolside semi grew a bit more.
"...and then Mitchell explained that what was really going down was a seven jock train a bunch of guys are going to pull on Coach tomorrow night, plus fuck anybody else there they want to fuck, and that he was invited, provided he was actually a homo, as had been reported, and a homo who could keep a fucking secret for the rest of his life, since none of us want to see Coach get fired or arrested just because he was generous enough to bend over for seven student athletes who were dying to fuck him. Then Mitchell said to him, 'So if you're a stand up homo who wants to fuck Coach and can keep your mouth shut about it, the best way for you to signal that you're on board with that program would be for you to drop your clothes in a pile and spend some time getting better acquainted with Finn.' So that horny fucker drops trou to reveal about a 6.5-inch-thick uncut boner with a sweet 12 to 6 curve."
"Damn, that Mitchell sure is a ballsy little fucker, but efficient, I gotta give him that," Jeff observed, thinking about Mitchell launching himself into the bed with him and Max in the pitch dark. "Your dick is already getting pink." Jeff squirted some sun screen onto Finn's stiffening beer can cock, rubbing it in considerably longer than was strictly necessary, and making damn sure that Finn's big balls were just as protected from sunburn as was his dick, which was fully erect by the time Jeff had finished applying sunscreen. "We might need to finish this conversation inside," Jeff added as Finn's cock throbbed in response to the removal of Jeff's hand. "I'd hate for you to burn this gorgeous cock and take it out of commission. You didn't get off with Alex? Or are you just exceptionally horny?"
"Both," Finn said, laughing. "Since I was auditioning Alex for a starring role as a top in a gang bang, it really made more sense for him to top me than for me to top him."
