"Where do you think we ought to fuck, Coach, you know, where we can all be together?" Mitchell asked, it going without saying that he wanted to watch every pairing that didn't involve him. "Corbin Fisher pool side fuck platform," Coach replied, "ASAP." He was well past ready to have Max's throbbing beer can cock buried balls deep in his ass.
Max had been sitting on the deck with his legs in the water and his cock in Coach's mouth. Coach grabbed Max by one of his bulging biceps and pulled himself out of the hot tub. On his way out of the water, he had the presence of mind to tap Jay, who was alternately sucking Jeff and Mitchell's dicks, on the back of his head. Max gestured to Mitchell and Jeff, as Coach dragged him by his hand toward the fuck platform. "We are going to fuck now," Coach said as an afterthought. Jay hadn't seemed to notice getting slapped on the back of his head, but he did hear "We are going to fuck now," and he wasn't going to be left behind.
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Even so, by the time Jay, Jeff and Mitchell got to the fuck platform, Max had already asked Coach how he wanted it ("Looking me in the eye," he'd insisted, recalling that the one time Max had fucked him it had been from behind), had lubed his hole and was poised to shove his beer can cock into Coach's waiting nether regions. Jay, Mitchell and Jeff had all stopped to watch Max fluidly penetrate Coach and the subsequent disappearance of Max's rock hard sixteen-year-old cock all the way up Coach's bung hole. "Eat my ass next time," Jay instructed Jeff, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him to a spot on the fuck platform behind Max and Coach. Max's body was already rising and falling gracefully, meeting Coach's thrusting ass, his thick cock plunging deep, withdrawing almost entirely, then driving back in powerfully. "Fuck me right now," Jay demanded as he watched Max's dick disappearing into Neil's ass and reappearing over and over again, "and by the way, there's no such thing as 'too hard' or 'too rough.'"
Given those instructions, Jeff pushed Jay backwards onto the padded deck and dove on top of him, in between his legs, managing to squirt a little lube on his dick as he prepared to thrust his watermelon dick into Jay as hard as he could. In the instant just before penetration their eyes locked, and Jay nodded almost imperceptibly. Jeff grabbed his shoulders, planted his mouth on Jay's and pressed the head of his dick against Jay's puckered asshole, then powerfully drove all but about two inches of his cock into Jay's velvety fuck tunnel. Jay yelped the whole time, but when Jeff paused, he said, "No... I'm fine...I love it that way...it fucking hurts so good...hammer me..." Jeff withdrew partially, covering Jay's mouth with his own, and thrust in hard, balls deep. "More..." Jay moaned.
So, while Max was oh so slowly fucking Coach as tenderly and as passionately as he knew how, Jeff was hammering the absolute fuck out of Jay, as if he could somehow get deeper still, but as hard as Jeff fucked, as deep as he thrusted, Jay still wanted more, harder, deeper, faster. Jeff felt every thrust and counter thrust along every inch of his cock...until he almost nutted. He stopped cold, with Jay still demanding more, until Jeff smothered his mouth again with kisses.
"Jay... Shh.... Shh... Jay... Shh... I'm not ready for this to end yet...but if I don't stop for just a minute, I'm going to cum," "Don't listen to a word I say," Jay replied, "do me your way...without ending...not yet." Jay flung his arm over his shoulder and found Coach's face, lightly stroking it with his fingertips while Jeff rooted his face into Jay's heavenly armpit. "Neil...fuck...oh fuck...is this good for you, too?" Jay asked, as Coach moaned in pleasure at every thrust of Max's thick cock.
Jeff looked up and watched beautiful Max's long, lithe body rising and falling over Coach, his big loose balls slapping rhythmically against Coach's ass. He started moving again, slowly at first, but gradually matching Max's rhythm by the sound of his balls hitting Coach's butt, which was only a bit more difficult than matching Max's thrusts when they were plugged in together. As he lost himself in Max's rhythm, Jeff occasionally experienced the odd but very pleasant, fleeting sensation that he was simultaneously fucking both Jay and Max. Jay continued demanding more and alternately assuring Jeff not to pay any attention to him, and Jeff mostly ignored Jay's demands as their bodies continued to moved together seamlessly in a rhythm established by Max.
