When the three hot jocks were led by the hostess to a table on La Muralla's crowded deck, they were surprised to see Coach and Jay sitting across the deck drinking margaritas. "Hi Coach," Jeff said loudly, flashing his killer smile (and activating his dimples) as he walked up to their table. Then he ostentatiously adjusted his package before adding, "And Jay, this IS a pleasant fucking surprise. I didn't think I'd get to see you again...not quite this soon, anyway."
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Jeff and Jay shook hands warmly, each of them letting his hand linger in the other's. Solely from Coach's message to Jeff through Max that he was "definitely" going to call him that night and then his missed phone call not more than an hour later, Jeff knew that the watermelon seed about a three way he'd planted had taken root and grown. He was virtually certain that Coach and Jay were going to take him up on his offer, or some variation of it. He thought it possible, though less likely, that Coach might stick to his guns on not fucking his student athletes again, and offer him a session with just Jay instead. He was less interested in the details of the (probable) tryst, since he knew anything could happen once the pants were off, than in the conversations between Coach and Jay leading to their decision. He would've loved to have been a fly on their wall that afternoon.
Jeff could feel the electricity flowing between Jay and him, and knew Jay felt it, too. Just the way Jay was looking at him made Jeff's cock stir. 'If that's not a fuck me •now look in his smoldering eyes,' Jeff thought, 'then I'm a bigger slap dick than Landen.' The cool patience he'd felt only a moment before when he'd wondered about the details of Coach's proposal had evaporated - he wanted to fuck Jay right then, not later that night, not later in the week. He had to have him now...Jeff tried vainly to recall if there was a lock on the men's room door...all he could say for sure was that if there had been a lock, when he and Max's brothers had gone in there the night before for their first inspections of each other's dicks, they hadn't used it - he had a distinct memory of George expressing concern that someone might walk in on them when he and Fred had gotten a little carried away and were all but giving each other hand jobs. [#71]
Jeff was thinking he'd take Jay by the hand and drag him to the men's room, lock the door - if there was a lock - and fuck his brains out against the wall...and if there wasn't a lock, he'd fuck him until someone walked in in on them, called the police and the cops got there to pry them apart and haul them away...he nearly moaned aloud at the thought of Jay's dripping wet hairy ass crack, almost in his face, as Jay had climbed out of the pool just ahead of him.
"We've been playing phone tag," Coach said, smiling, breaking Jeff's reverie. "Yeah, Coach, sorry I missed you. What's up?"
"Oh, just checking in, we can talk later," Coach replied as Mitchell and Max walked up to the table. After greetings all around, Jay caught Jeff's eye, nodding almost imperceptibly toward the interior of the restaurant, and then excused himself, heading to the men's room. Jeff didn't miss a beat, telling the others he had to take a leak, too, and he was off after Jay like a shot. As he was walking away, he heard Coach saying, "Might as well have a seat, guys."
Although none of them had seen the glance Jay and Jeff exchanged, all three of them knew that, at a minimum, Jeff and Jay were going to further inspect each other's penises. Max and Mitchell figured it was going to go a good deal further than that, probably a hand job or blow job, maybe mutual, perhaps up to and including an ass fucking against the wall. Coach never entertained those ideas, not because he didn't know Jeff as well as they did, but because he knew Jay a lot better than they did. Still, he wouldn't have been surprised if he later learned from Jay that there had been some groping or even advanced groping.
