The Transfer Jock, Part 79

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"Are you SURE you don't want to fuck me, just a little bit, just once?" Max purred as he joined Jeff in the shower, running his hands over Jeff's muscular chest. "Me riding your huge watermelon dick in your soft, comfy bed? You won't have to move a muscle..."

"Hey pal, you're the guy who said he didn't want to fuck tonight," Jeff replied, laughing, as he took Max's face between both hands underneath the streaming shower head. "Straddle me, but not a power straddle like last night, OK? Would you help me get off gently but quickly, then ease me into blissful sleep in your arms?" Jeff was utterly exhausted after six fucking studs had pulled a bruising train on him to conclude their night of drunken debauchery. Which had not sucked - but which had left both of them somewhat unsettled. "I can do that," Max said confidently, just before their lips met hungrily. 

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Jeff awoke the next morning to find Fred's piss swollen cock hanging just off to the side of his face, as Fred jostled his shoulder and urgently whispered his name. "What time is it?" Jeff responded sleepily. "Past time for me to take a torrential piss," Fred replied with a wolfish grin, "and I really cannot put it off any longer. You wanna come with me?" Jeff smiled at the pleasing thought of Max's big brother opening his floodgates and letting his hot urine gush down over him. Then, of course, he'd return the favor.

Just before oh so gently fucking him to sleep the night before, Max had made a point of encouraging Jeff to indulge Fred when he came for him the next morning, which, given Jeff's invitation as they'd parted the night before, they both knew Fred was going to do. To Jeff's surprise, though, Max had not only encouraged his morning piss play with Fred, but he'd also insisted that Jeff immediately follow up 'the piss thing' by fucking Fred bow legged, or at least fucking him as long and hard as he could.

"Fuck yeah I do," Jeff replied, flashing Max's big bro his killer smile and simultaneously activating his cute as fuck dimples, as he clambered out of bed for some quality time with Fred. "I'm going to start cleaning up last night's mess," Max volunteered, "so if you guys, you know, want to use this bed...for whatever...after your, uh, 'showers,' don't worry about me getting in your way..."

"Thanks, Max, you're the best," Jeff replied. Max really WAS the best - offering to clean up HIS house from last night's fuck fest while he fucked Max's big brother?? Or SO he could fuck Max's big brother?? "Above and beyond the call of duty, bro," Fred added. "Thanks, I owe you one."

"You get laid last night, stud?" Fred asked Jeff as they headed to the shower. "Six times, at least," Jeff said, laughing, "and, yeah, I'm still kinda but hurt about all that."

"Right, no doubt you are," Fred acknowledged, "but I was really asking how many times you fucked my kid brother after I dragged your hotas fuck ginger buddy into your parents' shower and bed by his abnormally large penis."

"Did you guys change the sheets?" Jeff asked, trying to change the subject. "Don't worry, Mitchell's going to take care of that," Fred replied. "So, did you get laid after we went our separate ways last night? I'm just looking out for my little brother's best interests, you know, plus you fucking A deserved to get your rocks off again after you took on all of us like a fucking champ."

"Well...I'm not usually one to kiss and tell," Jeff lied, "you know, but since you're asking about your own hot as fuck baby bro, and in the interest of family harmony and what not, what I can say is that it depends on what you mean by 'getting laid." I have a vague recollection of Max pushing me down on the bed, climbing onto my cock and sliding up and down my dick as gently as you could imagine. Fucking heavenly, like he was a goddamn angel...but I don't know if I got off or not...if I did, I don't remember that part. In fact, the next thing I remember is your fat dick hanging in my face just now—"

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