"Being with the two of you is exactly what I wanted," Mitchell said to Jeff and Max, explaining why a single joyful tear had run down his face and splashed onto Jeff's chest, as he resumed his exquisite slow boning of Jeff, a pattern that Max immediately duplicated in Mitchell.
"I hope you don't mean just this one fuck," Max said as he drove slowly into Mitchell, who was driving slowly into Jeff, "as good as it is...because what I want is the three of us to be lovers." That was part of what he'd told Jeff in the shower last night, just before he'd ridden Jeff's cock like a fucking angel. "That's exactly what I want, too," Jeff agreed, as he had the night before, "you know, like a couple...only more." Mitchell started crying for real then, quietly though, his silent tears splashing all over Jeff, but he didn't stop fucking, not until he and Max cemented the three of them together with two perfectly timed eruptions from their straining balls.
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Mitchell was across the room talking quietly on the phone with Coach while Jeff and Max were still rolling around in the bed together, sucking face and reveling in the after-glow of their hot as fuck three way. They were also congratulating themselves on the near perfect execution of their 'soft coup,' in which they'd welcomed Mitchell as an equal partner into whatever their relationship was, and simultaneously cleared the house of the other claimants to a share of Jeff's affections. Fred had been the easiest, as Max had predicted, although Max was equally certain that Fred would be back, though likely not for a few weeks.
From Max's perspective, Finn had been the biggest question mark, and he remained a loose end, with the goal being to disabuse him as gently as possible of his misguided notion that he was going to be Jeff's boyfriend in waiting - gently, because they, and Jeff in particular, wanted to preserve a warm friendship with the big blond first baseman. Jeff had assured Max that he had the 'perfect plan' to ease Finn out of the romantic, and into the platonic, picture. On Tuesday night. Still, Max was heartened by the obvious fact that Finn and Tyler were enamored with each other, and had left Jeff's house together that morning holding hands. Surely Tyler could at least keep Finn occupied until Tuesday night.
And Mitchell, cute as a fucking bug (with a giant sticky dick), was in the process of arranging a face to face with Coach, which would, without a doubt, put an end to that asinine buzz kill of an idea that six or seven (Max had lost count) queer as fuck student athletes (including one baseball player and one student manager) ought to pull a train on their queer as fuck head football coach. A bonus from killing the Coach train in its cradle was that Max wouldn't have to see, and exact his revenge upon, the slap dick starting QB, Landon, that night. No, he and Jeff had worked out a much simpler and more elegant form of payback for Landon's assault on Max in the showers after Friday practice.
The plan was perfect: Max would just beat Landon out of the starting QB position, and Jeff was going to help him do that with extra one on one route running sessions and on field tutoring, beginning that afternoon (instead of fucking Tyler in the park, as they'd tentatively planned to do the day before). From any unbiased assessment, Max already had Landon beat on raw skill, size, arm strength and sheer physical ability. In addition to all that, as Jeff had quipped earlier, "you also murder him on cock size and usage."
Landon wasn't dog shit on the field, though, and the senior clearly topped the sophomore in experience. As Jeff buried his face in one of Max's sweaty arm pits and inhaled deeply, Max suddenly recoiled and shuddered at the memory of himself dutifully fucking the starting QB in the ass on command for a few weeks that summer before he and Jeff had noticed each other in a different and much more interesting way.
"What did I do?" Jeff asked, feeling Max shudder. He didn't think he had bitten Max. "Oh, not you. It's really nothing, my happy thought of working out with you and taking Landon's job away from him morphed into some unpleasant memories of him. No big deal, I swear."
