"Neil, tell the truth," Jay said mischievously as he entered Coach smoothly, his eyes locked onto Coach's, "Did you really never pretend that Jeff was me when you guys were fucking?"
"Not always," Coach admitted, groaning with pleasure, "not even usually...but more than once...oh fuck yes...Jay, I've missed you so fucking much...fuck yes...fuck me harder...harder..."
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One of the many physical things that Coach appreciated about Jay was that he could fuck and fuck and fuck without cumming, and then when it was time to end it, he could cum almost on request, and always explosively. Not as explosively as Jeff, perhaps, but that small difference didn't affect Coach's pleasure, not so long as he knew the man fucking him was satisfied. And when Jay finally blew that load, after what had felt like a blissful eternity, Coach had no doubt that he'd satisfied his man. The only thing that worried him, at least until Jay had completely fucked any sense of the outside world out of his mind, was the simple fact that Jay was topping him.
Coach had let Jay decide, of course, just as he had every time they'd coupled in the last 24 hours, but the fact that Jay had chosen the position that he knew Coach, at his very core, preferred, when Coach knew that Jay, at his very core, also preferred that same position, was something of a nagging concern to Coach. At least it had been a small worry until Coach finally lost that thought to the joyous repetition of Jay's throbbing cock thrusting deep inside him, again and again and again. Coach relished every fucking centimeter of every fucking thrust of Jay's beautiful, luminous cock, and he never once thought of Jeff. For a startled second, Coach even thought he might auto nut when he felt Jay's member swelling inside him just before he flooded his rectum with hot cum.
"THAT," Coach gasped once the exquisite pummeling and Jay's equally exquisite orgasm had ended and Jay lay spent and sweating in his arms, "was fucking incredible."
"Ditto," Jay agreed, still panting, "I'm totally fucked."
"Not like you're going to be," Coach replied, "just tell me when."
"I can hardly wait," Jay said, grinning exactly like Jeff would have, "but as much as I want it, I need to a few minutes to catch my breath." They held each other in contented silence, Jay still on top of Coach, his head on Neil's sweat soaked chest.
"Hey Neil, you know earlier, when I was talking about Jeff," Jay said a few minutes later as he and Coach lay sweating beside each other, "It's not like I have a crush on him or anything...YOU are the one I want, and maybe it's fucking stupid of me to even be thinking about bringing a third into our bed so early [Coach's heart thrilled at the phrase 'our bed'] - it's just the idea of getting fucked by an 18-year-old with a big dick—"
"Trust me, Jay, that's a particular desire you don't have to explain to me," Coach interjected, laughing ruefully.
No, Coach understood all too well that Jeff, with his willing assistance, had planted his watermelon seed in Jay's fertile mind, and that the vine was already sprouting. Was that why Coach had so readily relayed Jeff's offer to Jay? Maybe. Probably, even. Coach also knew that Jeff had known that Coach would plant that seed and, knowing that, Coach had still planted it, practically blurting out Jeff's naughty invitation to Jay at the very first opportunity. The thought of watching those near carbon copies fucking each other with absolute abandon was almost as pleasing to Coach as the thought of Jeff's young, virile watermelon dick filling him up one last time, and his cock throbbed in hopeful anticipation.
"And I didn't mean it as a slight to Mitchell, either," Jay continued, "he's hot as fuck, too, though in a different way. It's just that four ways are so awkward...and didn't you say that he's only 17?" Jay was thinking that if he and Neil were still together in a year's time, he'd be happy to celebrate that anniversary and Mitchell's 18th birthday by welcoming Mitchell into 'their bed,' just for the novelty of it, of course. 'Soft, Mitchell's dick was even bigger than Jeff's,' Jay thought, then amended, 'not bigger than Jeff's boner, but close, though not as thick...and I never saw Jeff's cock flaccid...just how big is that ginger kid when he's hard?' Jay sighed.
