"Damn right, bro, come over here and fuck Tyler right next to us," Jeff said to Finn as Fred, the fifth car on the train, entered him effortlessly, patting the top of the couch which he was bent over. Fred was grinding away on his back-thrusting ass in no time flat. "Oh, fuck yeah, Fred, there, that's the fucking spot!"
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"Let's fucking do it then," Finn said eagerly, pulling Tyler to his feet. Then taking him by his boner and leading him around the couch, he added quietly, "Sorry for partying, stud, but you're absolutely hot as fuck. You already know that, though."
"Not so fast," Max chimed in mischievously from below Finn's swinging junk, laughing. "One rule still applies - you both have to take a shot before doing the dirty deed. He pointed Finn toward the bar - with which Tyler had already become intimately familiar - then lay back down on the floor behind the couch, almost underneath the fuckers and soon to be fuckers with a great view of the action, his head in Mitchell's lap, pillowed by the ginger's fat, cushy cock.
After Finn had downed some bourbon something, and Tyler had opted for a beer shot, Finn again led the wood nymph by his rock-hard sixteen-year-old cock to the backside of the couch, stepping over a snoring George on the way and pausing to check out his still ample flaccid cock, as well as to read the lettering on George's chest: 'FUCKING PROM QUEEN.' Below the words, Mitchell had drawn a caricature of an erect penis ejaculating, complete with pubic hair, big swinging balls and semen taking flight. The artwork covered George's whole mid-section.
Finn noted that, minus the artwork, the twins did indeed look exactly alike, and hot, blond versions of Max without quite as much, though still plenty of, penis. The only differences he noted were due to their present circumstances: George's fat, scrumptious dick was soft and sleeping, while Fred's dick was rock-hard, which he'd seen before Fred buried it in Jeff's ass; George was drooling peacefully, whereas Fred was grunting and spluttering furiously as he hammered the other transfer jock. He'd be more than happy to fuck or bend over for either of the twins...after Tyler, of course, and Jeff.
To Tyler's surprise, Finn bent over the back of the sofa (and Max) himself, right next to Jeff, propped up on his forearms. "You fuck me first, Tyler. No sense in letting your killer hard on go to waste. Besides, I want to keep you happy...and close." Tyler, who had thought Finn was about to top him, didn't argue with the big, beautiful first baseman. He immediately reached for the Astro glide, then happily went to work lubing Finn's beautiful blond fringed (pink) asshole. 'What a beautiful fucking crack,' he thought as he stretched Finn's surprisingly snug hole with two long fingers.
"What a beautiful fucking cock," Mitchell whispered into Max's ear as they both looked up at Finn's heavy dangling dick. "And those huge nuts," Max observed. "Fair warning, and just so you know," Mitchell advised, "I'm probably going to want to stroke one out when that great big floppy starts flopping right in our faces."
"Cool," Max said, "you can finish in my mouth if you want." "10/4...but I probably won't nut until Finn is fucking Jeff."
"Whenever is fine."
As Tyler quickly fingered and stretched him, Finn, looking at Jeff, asked, "So, do you come here often?" Jeff laughed, replying, "Not before tonight, but this is my fifth time so far...and four dudes have already cum right here."
"Sounds like a veritable honey hole," Finn said as he felt the swollen head of Tyler's dick pushing into him. Fuck, but that kid felt good inside him.
"You doing OK?" Finn asked Jeff under his breath. "Crushing it," Jeff assured him as Fred began driving him hard again, Fred's balls slapping rhythmically against Jeff's sweet ass. "Fred, who fucks like Max, which is to say great, is a golden shower aficionado, too," Jeff knowingly informed Finn with an impish grin. "You don't say," Finn replied, chuckling. "Yep, it's true," Jeff assured him. "The only, thing he got wrong," Fred said, beaming, "is that I don't fuck like Max, Max fucks like me."
