"Being with Coach was fucking amazing," Max told Jeff animatedly. "I'm so glad we did this, Jeff. You know when Coach and I finally hooked up on Friday that was some sizzling shit...and then, boom, all of a sudden Coach started feeling guilty as shit about my tender years and all...and I felt kind of frozen out by him. But this...this was great, he couldn't have been more passionate. I just think we needed a good fuck...and intimate conversation...to clear the air or whatever."
Jeff loved Max at that moment more than he ever had. He leaned over and sucked the cum off his meaty cock, and then started sucking his balls, the very best balls he'd ever sucked. When he took Max's dick in his mouth again it was already bigger, and he enjoyed feeling it grow hard in his mouth as his cock began to swell in Max's. "Go get 'em, Tiger," he said to Max after ejecting Max's throbbing boner from his mouth. "Jay's a fucking fire cracker and he's ready for you. I'm sure he'll tell you this himself, but you can't fuck him hard enough." Max just laughed. Mitchell was still boning Coach, but a lot faster by then, and Jeff figured Mitchell would be blasting off pretty soon.
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Jeff was sitting next to a sweaty, spent Mitchell watching Max bone the fuck out of Jay, which did not suck for either of the participants. Nor did it suck for the spectators. Both Jeff and Mitchell enjoyed watching a good fuck...and what they were watching was a great, roiling, energetic fuck. "They're so fucking beautiful together," Jeff observed. "Duh," Mitchell laughed, "you WOULD think that...This looks exactly like Max fucking you, or your older brother, if you had one."
"I do have an older brother," Jeff replied, "and I always thought he was hot as fuck...still do...but he's not that hot."
"Hunh...I thought you were an only child like me," Mitchell said, surprised. "How much older? Is he queer, too? Can I have his number?"
"Almost 5 years, and not queer that I know of," Jeff replied. "I've been thinking of outing myself to him...kind of like test driving really outing myself."
"Fuck. Where'd that come from? Do you want to talk about that first?" Mitchell asked. "Not tonight. It's cool, I'm not going to do anything rash, and, yeah, we'll talk first." Jeff said. "Mitchell, tell the truth, is Max fucking Jay better than I did?"
"Not better," Mitchell replied after considering his answer, "but just as well, differently, though."
"Different how?"
"Hmm...I can't really say, but it's different. Jay was louder with you...a lot louder...but I think that's just because Max finally fucked him speechless." Right on cue Jay let loose with a string of loud expletives, and both Mitchell and Jeff had a good laugh. "So much for being fucked speechless," Jeff observed. "Max is so fucking fluid, graceful, you know?"
"That he is, but so are you, Jeff, only different...Jeeze, look at Max's ass pumping...I could eat that ass up."
"Then do it, dude, he ate my ass up while I was boning you before dinner."
"That was different, this is, you know, kind of a special fuck. I don't want to distract him."
"Well, boning you is always fucking special, Mitchell. You can eat my ass up, if you want to, while I'm waiting to put this wood to Coach. I'm guessing he's taking a dump after the bone jarring treatment you just gave him. Then, there'll be his major anal hygiene routine...not that I'm complaining, because I'm going to eat his ass up before I fuck him like he deserves to be fucked."
"Sure, bro, I'd love to bury my face in your ass. How about you get on your hands and knees? That way you can still watch them fuck while I'm snacking on you."
