"Are you worried that you haven't heard from Coach yet?" Max asked a little anxiously.
"Honestly, I thought he would've called by now," Jeff said, "and that the answer would be 'Yes,' but at least he hasn't said 'No' yet. Worst case, you can deposit your two loads in me and Mitchell like you were planning."
"I never said I ONLY have two loads," Max pointed out as he reached for Jeff's cock.
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After Jeff had walked away from their table at La Muralla with the biggest public hard on either of them had ever seen, Coach and Jay sat without saying anything for what seemed like an age, but probably wasn't more than a minute or so. Coach wished Jay would speak first, but he understood that these were "his" boys, he was the one who had relationships with them, and that he should probably be the one to break the silence. That didn't mean that he would necessarily be the first one to say what he thought about Jeff's offer of Coach's three favorite rock-hard high school jock cocks serially fucking both him and Jay. "That fucking bulge...the definition...I mean, the head of his cock was so clearly defined..." Before Coach said anything else, though, he was going to have another drink. He called the waiter over and ordered another round of margaritas. "I'm going to take a leak," he told Jay, still procrastinating, "and then we can talk about Jeff's idea, you know, if you're ready then."
"Sure," Jay replied, relieved to have the chance to put his dick back in his pants and zip up. Jeff had been all but giving him a hand job under the table while he'd been conveying his offer - and while Jay had been massaging Jeff's hard watermelon dick through his pants. If Neil couldn't or wouldn't cross his line again - and Jay wouldn't fault him if he couldn't - Jay wasn't sure how he was going to be able to wait until Tuesday night to get that watermelon dick up his ass. Oh, sure, he'd be fine, he knew, but he did NOT want to wait any longer than it would take to drink one more margarita. 'I should've demanded that Jeff fuck me against the men's room wall when I had the chance,' he thought, realizing that he was tired of always trying to do the right thing. 'Fuck, the RIGHT thing here is for Jeff's two horse hung boyfriends to plow my hole right behind Jeff, and then forget about them until their 18th birthdays.'
"Well, I'm not proud of it," Coach began, after taking a big gulp of his drink, "but we both know that under certain circumstances, I have been known to fuck minors, and to enjoy them fucking me. And I know you don't approve of that, though you've been very understanding. Fuck, I don't approve of it either. What I don't know, I guess, is how strongly you feel about it. When Max was standing in my driveway wearing nothing but soaking wet gym shorts, it seemed pretty clear to me that you...well, that you were at least interested. Do you think there are ANY circumstances under which you'd green light him ramming his sixteen-year-old rock-hard cock straight up your ass?"
"Once," Jay croaked, hardly able to speak, and realizing he wasn't being clear. "Jeff's circumstances," he tried again. "The only way I'd even consider it is the way he laid it out - it happens one time, and then we never do it, or even consider doing it again. Maybe that would work."
"And a seventeen-year-old rock-hard cock up your ass?" Coach asked.
"Once, also," Jay replied. "I mean, IF we're going to bend over for one minor, might as well take the package deal. I'm fucking tempted, Neil, I really am. And I don't even think I'd feel bad or guilty about it, although I have a lot clearer picture of the dilemma you faced last week. What do you want to do? You've got a helluva lot more on the line than I do."
Jay was referring to the additional criminal exposure Coach could face for fucking student athletes under his supervision, regardless of their age. Jay would 'only' be going down for statutory rape. He thought there ought to be some kind of an exception or defense when the minors in question all had considerably bigger dicks than the prospective criminal(s).
