"It'd be a shame to waste the killer boner you gave me," Jeff said impishly to Max as he pulled Mitchell in closer by his mostly subsided cock. Their three faces met, three mouths opened, and three tongues joined. "What time is it, anyway?" Jeff asked after a minute. The real question was where they were going to fuck, in the school locker room, where they were then, or in Jeff's fuck nest at Coach's house. Coach had told them he and Jay would be gone and his house would be available to them at 5:00 p.m.
"4:45," Mitchell mumbled through Max's tongue. "Perfect, we can head back to Coach's now. If nobody has a better idea, I'm going to suck Max's sweaty balls out of his jock and then lap up Mitchell's delicious ginger crack in the shower, which I've been thinking about doing ever since I washed Max's dried cum out of that sweet crack this morning. After those appetizers, I want to fuck my newest boyfriend like he deserves to be fucked - Max, you can fuck me while I do that if you want to, your call - and then let's go get something to eat and drop my Mom's car off, then go back to the fuck nest and fuck each other until we're too tired to fuck anymore. How's that sound?"
"Works for me," Max agreed, grinning. "Sounds fucking great," Mitchell assured his two new boyfriends
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When Jeff got back to his phone, which he'd left in the car while he and Max were practicing, he had group messages from Finn, Dewey and Alex, all expressing disappointment over the derailment of the Coach Train, but also understanding, and two of them suggested the possibility of 'smaller' group hook ups (i.e., without Coach, but tactfully without mentioning him) sometime in the future. He also had three solo messages from Landen. The first wasn't too bad, not for Landen, but the aggression quickly escalated:
Landen: What the fuck? I was counting on banging Coach tonight. Since your plans got canceled too let's get together later. My parents are at the lake til tomorrow so you can fuck me at my place.
When Jeff hadn't answered him within half an hour, Landen came on a little stronger:
Landen: Dude, you fucking owe me. I could've been fucking Max (again) tonight but now he's got other shit going on, so I'm screwed with nobody to screw...but you. Pay up.
Which was not only rude as shit, it was also a total fucking lie. Obviously, Landen couldn't have been fucking Max (more like getting fucked by Max), because Max hated his fucking guts, nor could Landen have even texted Max, since Max had blocked his number for being a dick. Thirty minutes later Landen escalated his assault:
Landen: Look, bitch, it's gonna be hard for you to a "star" tight end if I don't ever throw you the ball. You play ball with me tonight; I'll play ball with you later. Otherwise...you might want to think about transferring again.
Jeff very nearly blasted Landen with an immediate response that would have, among other things, told him that he already knew Max had plans for the night because those plans were with him, and that he and Max would be fucking each other and laughing at Landen's limp little dick all night. But he didn't do that. Instead, he handed his phone to Mitchell. "I've got a big problem, bro, and so might Max," Jeff admitted. "Everything I want to say to that mother fucker would just be gasoline on Landen's fire. Got any ideas?"
Mitchell quickly read the three messages and replied, "Not yet, but I will. I need to think about it...Something's wrong with him."
"Duh, he's fucking nuts" Jeff agreed, "and that's not nearly all."
"No, I mean like he's drunk or high or something," Mitchell replied, "normal people don't talk to their friends like this."
"You need to know the other part, about Max," Jeff said. "Max is a very sore subject for Landen. And vice versa." Then Jeff told him about Landen and Max, hoping Max wouldn't mind him telling Mitchell about his other boyfriend's problem with Landen:
