"Except I'm probably not going to auto nut like Max did," Mitchell said as Jeff's thick watermelon dick pushed into him. "No worries, bro," Jeff assured him, "Nobody auto nuts like Max, except Max. It's that feeling of the three of us becoming one that I really had in mind."
"I already feel like that," Mitchell whispered. "Me too, Mitchell," he replied, kissing Mitchell hungrily and driving deeper and deeper into his interior pink softness. "Me too," Jeff repeated. "Me too," Max chimed in from somewhere behind Mitchell and Jeff. They were upstairs in the fuck nest loft, and Max was preparing to make Jeff the middleman in a sandwich fuck.
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Coach and Jay had gone to Jay's house for a couple of hours when they'd left Coach's, which hadn't really made much sense, but it was still too early to go out to dinner. Coach had promised Jeff that they'd be gone by 5:00, however, and so they were. They had seen Max briefly, though, just as they were leaving.
"Oops, sorry, Coach," Jay had heard the sweaty, shirtless god standing in Neil's driveway say as they walked out of the house. "I guess we're early, well, me," Max continued, "I'm early. But Jeff and Mitchell are about to be early, too. We can come back later."
"Don't be silly, Max," Coach replied, "We're leaving now. I'll unlock the house so you can wait in the A/C...come on, let me introduce you to my friend first."
"You've been working out?" Jay asked Max, just making conversation, as they shook hands firmly and Jay took stock of the gorgeous young man in in front of him - tall and lanky, long, wavy (but soaking wet) dark hair, piercing blue eyes, dazzling white teeth and a ready smile, beautifully fit and well-muscled, dark hair beginning to fan out across his broad chest, hair already covering his taut, flat belly...and a fucking bulge to die for rising from his clingy, sweat soaked gym shorts.
"Yes sir, Jeff and I were practicing timing patterns," Max said, and began to laugh, "because August two a days just aren't enough for us." Jay laughed with Max, and Coach smiled broadly. "I'm calling bullshit on that," he said, "but, still, I'm impressed. Good for you, Max." Coach made a mental note to - maybe - give Max a few more reps with the first team in practice. "I'm impressed, too," Jay said, but what had impressed him the most was that prominent beer can sized bulge in Max's clingy, wet shorts. And his build, biceps, chest, the dark scruff on his face, his sparkling smile - pretty much everything, really.
"Jesus Christ, Neil," Jay said after they'd left, "you're telling me THAT kid is only 16? He looks every bit as old as Jeff."
"Yep, and he fucks like a grown man, too - like an experienced grown man." Jay was thinking that if he and Coach were going to celebrate the first anniversary of their getting back together by inviting a then 18-year-old Mitchell into their bed, they were going to celebrate their second anniversary by inviting a then 18-year-old Max into their bed.
"He's gorgeous," was all Jay could say. "We're not fucking him," Coach said, "or Mitchell, either."
"Fuck no we're not," Jay agreed emphatically. 'Not this year, anyway,' he thought. "But we are going to invite Jeff to a three-way, right?" Jay asked, although they'd already talked about doing that. "For one night this week? At my place?" Jay's dick was hard again.
"Yes, yes and yes," Coach assured him, laughing as he reached over and squeezed the obvious boner in Jay's shorts. After a couple of minutes of silence, Coach said, apropos of nothing, "That kid...Max... very neatly trimmed pubic hair...real thick uncut cock...low hangers matching Jeff's big nut sack... an incredible ass, super firm, untrimmed hairy crack...and, my God, what he can do with that ass..." Jay reached across the front seat for Neil's equally hard cock.
