Finn was the sixth and last man, the caboose, on the train the group of jocks pulled on Jeff that night. Even with all the ass fucking that had gone before, though, Jeff remained a good (if not exactly tight) fit for Finn, and despite how exhausted Jeff had to have been, he was still a rowdy power bottom, pushing back hard to meet Finn's every powerful thrust.
"Can't you fuck me any harder than that?" Jeff asked. "You fucked me a lot harder earlier today."
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Finn knew he hadn't really fucked Jeff 'a lot harder' earlier that day, that Jeff was just goading him, but he nevertheless increased his tempo until he was slamming his beer can cock into the tight end's back thrusting ass hard enough to rattle Jeff's teeth. Whether his teeth actually rattled or not, Jeff didn't say another fucking word about how hard Finn was (or was not) banging him - nor could Jeff have complained even if he'd wanted to, since every one of Finn's hammer blows thereafter was met with a loud, grunt, moan or other exclamation involuntarily escaping Jeff's otherwise clenched teeth.
In truth, Finn's thick beer can cock felt to Jeff like it was hitting him with the force of a runaway freight train, over and over again, but still in a very good way. Jeff loved that feeling, though not enough for him to want Finn to throttle back in order to prolong the fuck. On the contrary, the whole reason Jeff had been goading the first baseman in the first place - goading Finn into risking a groin injury by fucking him as hard as he possibly could - was that he wanted Finn to blow his load sooner rather than later. And that was no knock-on Finn at all, just the reasonable understanding that enough was enough.
"Don't hold back, buddy," Jeff croaked as sweat poured down his face, "I don't mind admitting...I've just about...had...all I can...fucking...take." A couple of thrusts later Finn grunted in reply, "That's perfect...because I'm almost...almost..." Finn withdrew most of the way and hammered back in one last time. "...THERE!" Finn finished his sentence as he powerfully finished his fuck inside Jeff, shooting rope after rope of hot cum into his partner's innermost depths.
"Woo Hoo!" Finn shouted when he could speak again, and his cheer was met with the approving chant, 'Hard bone! Hard bone! Hard bone!' (perhaps the most aptly named high school ever) from the three other Hard bone classmates and one alum who had been transfixed by the violent clash of the two sweaty seniors, the two best looking guys with the two biggest cocks (except for Mitchell's, which was in a class of its own) present in a group full of good looking, testosterone charged studs with fat, meaty dicks.
Speaking of horse hung Mitchell, he had begun stroking his giant ginger cock in earnest (again) when Jeff had demanded the hardest from Finn, and the team manager came spectacularly, probably within half a minute after Finn exploded. True to his word, Max was on standby and had clamped his mouth over at least the head of his masturbating friend's throbbing cock, with the intention of deep throating several more inches of meat. Max got there just in time to capture (most of) the cum erupting from Mitchell's giant joy stick, filling the backup QB's mouth and throat to overflowing faster than he could swallow, such that he was gagging convulsively in no time flat.
"Epic!" Fred shouted. "Water," Jeff croaked. "Un fucking believable," Tyler agreed with Fred. "Water," Jeff gasped. "Hottest fuck ever," Mitchell acknowledged. Max could only force a raspy, wheezy sound out of his cum clogged lungs, choking as he was on a serious overdose of semen. George continued snoring across the room. "Water," Jeff pleaded. Max couldn't speak, or he would have been pleading for water, too.
"What's next?" someone asked as Fred stepped over George en route to delivering water to both Jeff and Max, whose gag attack had morphed into a loud coughing fit - which meant that he was still breathing, which did not suck. "I've got a great idea," Fred said, then turning to Max, he pointed to his chin and added, "you've still got a nice blob of ginger cum rightttt...there."
