Little White Pills

Hi Folks! After [checks web site--holy crap!] 9 years, we're at the end of the Little White Pills saga. I've got a little grab bag of stories for y'all to enjoy and wrap things up for the a few of the characters, and then a sex-free epilogue for those want to know what happens to some of them. After that: we'll see! Probably more of something (I have ideas), but given my slower pace lately it might be a while.

Thanks to everyone for the support and feedback over the years--glad to know I was responsible for so many used Kleenex out there. ;-) Be sure to show your support to the Nifty folks as well: send some love their way at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html so you can come back for more (pun definitely intended).

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Chapter 46: "Grand Finale" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Part 1: "The Boys"

"Ooohhh GOD!" Chris wailed. He was buck naked on Aaron's double bed, ass in the air and face mashed into a pillow he was clenching. The warm air in the room smelled of male sweat and cardboard moving boxes, some of which the wrestler had moved to provide kneeling space and from there unfettered access to his boyfriend's tender hole. "Fuck Tig...fuuuck! Just like--AHHH!" He pushed back against the blond's tongue, writhing as Aaron's cropped beard tickled his tender flesh. Aaron's hands, calloused from weight lifting, spread his glutes to leave Chris's lightly-furred pucker completely exposed; he redoubled his tongue's assault until the triathlete was a sobbing, desperate mess.

Aaron broke off his literal ass-chewing for a moment. "So you gonna come visit me in San Francisco?" he teased.

"Oh my God," the junior gasped, "really?" He pushed his ass towards the foot of the bed, eager for the interruption in service to end. "Yes, dumb ass. I'll get plane tickets today, I promise."

"Good." Aaron's own voice was thick with lust. "'Cuz I'm gonna need a steady supply of this." He grabbed Chris's shaft and pulled it backwards; with a happy sigh he wrapped his lips around the head and began tonguing off the copious precum coating it.

"Nnngghh...keep that up and you're gonna get plenty," Chris warned, voice tight.

"Fuck...you taste so good babe," Aaron breathed. His left middle finger began circling Chris's spit-soaked hole, easily penetrating with the slightest pressure. "Maybe I should..."

"Uhhnn..." Chris's voice wavered as goosebumps rippled over his body. "Close..."

"Mmmm." The taste of precum went right to Aaron's dick, just like it had ever since he'd sucked Dave's cock for the first time, all those months ago. The memory of the beefy wrestler's shaft sliding into his mouth decided it: he couldn't resist what Chris had to offer. He couldn't deep throat his boyfriend from this angle, but he could get most of it--more than enough to make the dark-haired jock groan in ecstasy. When a second finger joined the first in his ass it was game over. Chris jerked, his ring clamped tight, and what felt like a quart of jizz began blasting into the blond wrestler's eager mouth. They groaned in unison, Chris with release and Aaron with satisfaction, until the thick spurts slowed to a stream and finally a last few precious drops.

"Mmm!" Aaron smacked his lips as he released Chris's shaft and sat back on his heels. "Fuck, you taste so good. I'm gonna be jerkin' it every day just thinking about it."

Chris rolled over on his back and eyed the wrestler lazily, a post-orgasmic smile splitting his face. "Oh yeah?..." he asked, "Every day huh?"

"Every day," Aaron confirmed, and wrapped his right hand around his shaft to demonstrate. His left grabbed Chris's still-hard cock and gave it a tug, squeezing one last drop of white juice from the tip; when he swabbed it onto the pad of his thumb the junior sucked in his breath and jerked his hips slightly. Aaron grinned at the jock's sensitive response, then sucked his thumb clean as he locked his gaze onto Chris's dark eyes. "So good," he said huskily; a flush had begun creeping up his smooth chest.

"Show me," Chris urged. He raised one leg and passed it over Aaron's head to drop on the bed, so now the wrestler was kneeling between his thighs. "Show me what you'll do," he urged. His cock had softened significantly, but he still played with himself lazily as he watched his boyfriend begin jerking off in earnest. "Yeah, like that." He licked his lips, focused on Aaron's motions.

"Mmmm...yeah," Aaron sighed. He closed his eyes and put his left hand behind his neck, flexing in a classic porn star pose. "Thinking about your sweet cock..." His own began leaking as he started gently thrusting his hips. "Ahhh yeah," he sighed, flexing.

Chris scooted forward and wrapped his legs around Aaron's thighs as he enjoyed the show. "I love it when you suck my dick Tig," he said. He ran his hands over the wrestler's smooth torso, feeling the warm muscles flexing. "You make me feel so good." He planted a kiss on Aaron's sternum.

"Ahhuhhh..." Aaron was stroking faster now. "You taste so fucking good..." His fist bumped into Chris's chest as he jerked off more vigorously. When Chris pinched his left nipple he yipped in pleasure. "Aw shit," he said in a strangled voice.

"Do it," Chris urged.

Aaron's eyes opened slightly, his hooded gaze locking with Chris's eager one. The sight of the junior hungrily licking his lips did it for him, and he felt his balls pull up as his cock head expanded to iron hardness. "Ahhh!" he whined, the cum boiling up irresistibly.

"Yes!" Chris urged, opening his mouth to receive his boyfriend's load. The word was barely out of his mouth before the first shot exploded from Aaron's piss slit, striping Chris from chin to cheek as the wrestler bucked uncontrollably. Unwilling to miss any more Chris dove onto the erupting cock, forcing Aaron's hand out of the way as his mouth finished the jock off.

"UNHH!" Aaron groaned in pleasure and tangled his grip in Chris's thick black hair, pushing deep into his mouth as he continued unloading. Their extended foreplay, plus a couple of days without sex, had left his balls with a serious backlog, and the dark-haired jock struggled to keep up with Aaron's output. There was no stopping it though, even when a mix of cum and spit began running out of one corner of Chris's mouth. From the hungry noises he was making it was clear he didn't mind; Aaron himself thought the sight was incredibly hot. Have to remember that for the spank bank, he thought as he finished coming.

When it was clear he was done Chris let him slide out, still holding his gaze. Aaron smiled at him as Chris kissed the base of his slimy cock, then bent down to plant one on the jock's lips. He tasted like cum, and Aaron pushed his tongue in to savor it fully. Chris leaned back, pulling Aaron with him so they could keep making out until they were horizontal.

Aaron's tongue delicately removed the line of juices on Chris's chin; he could feel the faint stubble there as he worked. "Good graduation present," he said.

"Heh. I dunno, I think I came out ahead."

"I think we both came plenty."

"Yeah..." Chris's hands wandered over Aaron's back, lazily touching him everywhere.

"So...do you think I could visit you maybe?"

"Um." Chris bit his lower lip. "I mean, maybe." Aaron could feel Chris's body tense underneath him, and felt a mix of pity and frustration.

"But you're afraid your folks will hear us fucking." There was a little more of an edge in there than he'd intended.

Chris turned beet red instantly. "Yeah, kinda."

At the expression on his face Aaron realized pushing further was just making Chris feel bad. He reminded himself that Kelly and Alex were coming up in a few days for graduation, partly to take Chris home, but also to check out "this boyfriend of yours you won't shut up about." Chris's sister and brother-in-law could work on him coming out over the summer. Or at least he hoped so. And that Chris's parents wouldn't end up being dicks about their son loving the D--the bigger the better, no less. Although maybe they didn't need that detail.

"'Coz you know you won't be able to resist my A game," Aaron teased, lightening the mood. He ground his crotch into Chris's. "Strong is my fucking," he said in his best Yoda voice.

"Oh my God, that is a really disturbing image," Chris laughed.

"Bone you I will. Loud will you be." Aaron nuzzled Chris's neck, continuing in that vein until Chris rolled him off, red-faced and laughing. Neither of them could be sure what the future would bring, but what they had right then was pretty damn good.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Part 2: "Thanks Coach"

Jeremy looked around his bedroom and shook his head at the mess. Everyone had been disappointed they only took second in the division finals, but it was better than the baseball team had done in a long time, and the overall mood when it was over had been "glass half full." Which meant team celebration parties, some of which the coaching staff were invited to. And some of which were only for him. Running out of "deodorant" a couple of weeks ago had been a mixed bag: his sex drive was still higher than it'd ever been, but he no longer felt an uncontrollable urge to jump every jock ass he caught sight of. And if random jocks were no longer throwing themselves at him the moment he stood close, they weren't running in the other direction either--especially the ones he'd already banged. His back still felt great (one of the first things the whatever-it-was had fixed, as Carlos had promised), and if he didn't have the near-manic energy levels of a few weeks ago he also didn't need it so much now that he wasn't up all night feeling like he'd been shivved in the spine. Longer term, he'd have to see. A tight ass and a thick cock still got him going more than pussy, by a long shot--he had no idea if that was going to change or if this was his new normal. That could be a problem in a small town in a red state, even if it was a college town. And then there was the highly insane decision he'd made to fuck nearly half his team in the first place. Luckily a lot of them were seniors and would be gone for good in another week or two, but that still left several guys who were going to be around another year or two, and who could start some rumors up if they all weren't careful. Guys like Tyler, Hutch, and the rest who would all want a piece of him for the next season or two. He sighed heavily, then decided to let that be a Future Jeremy problem--it wasn't like he wasn't enjoying the goods on offer. Guys like chipmunk-faced frat boy and failed blackmailer Josh, who--he shook his head at the sight of his bed again--had turned into one helluva thirsty little bottom. With a light bondage kink no less. He shook his head in disbelief at what he'd gotten into with the slutty 19 year old last night. Four times no less. Thank God he'd decided to rent a house on 5 wooded acres at the edge of town with only raccoons and squirrels for neighbors. He had no doubt the outfielder would be back again, and despite getting off for the final time only an hour ago he still found himself thickening up at the prospect. For now he was going to shower off the sweat, cum, and lube coating his body, change the sheets, and take a nap. Not necessarily in that order.

When he woke up it was late afternoon or early evening--late enough for the sun to shine low into his bedroom. He'd made it as far as showering and stripping the stained bedding, and tossing a clean bottom sheet on, before exhaustion claimed him and he opted for sacking out. Clearly his 30 year old ass was not up for a sleep-free night like his 19 year old self had been. It slowly dawned on him that it wasn't the setting sun that had woken him up, but a steady knocking on his front door, accompanied by muffled masculine voices. What now? he thought groggily. "Jus' sec," he managed, hopefully loud enough to be heard. It seemed to work, because the knocking--pounding really--stopped. He pulled on a pair of clean workout shorts from his closet. Good enough: anyone who wanted to bug him on a Saturday evening could just deal with him shirtless. "Hang on," he called out, a bit more coherently. A quick finger-comb through his brown hair, and that was going to have to do it.

He opened the door to see two familiar figures outside: a built dirty blonde, clean shaven with shaggy hair that would've been well over his collar if he'd had a collared shirt; and a taller, leaner jock whose dark cropped beard made him appear older than his 22 years. Both of them were sporting the team ball caps and and form-fitting tees that showed off their bodies nicely. "Hey guys," he said, "what's up?"

He had decidedly mixed feelings about this. On the one hand: it'd been all of--what? 5 hours?--since he'd been thinking about how he needed to dial back on getting his meat where he got his bread. And Josh had definitely relieved a lot of the pressure that'd been building up the last few days, dick-wise. On the other hand...there was no way Mack and Jake weren't here to get down. And he definitely felt fully...recovered...after his nap--one side effect of the mystery drug he wasn't complaining about. Funny that he hadn't really done much with either of them. He had fond memories of feeding the blond team captain his load while the cock-hungry stud let Tyler take his cherry, but a quick flip through his mental photo album suggested he'd never done anything with Jake despite hearing numerous rumors of his exploits. With girls normally, but in the last couple of weeks it'd become clear he was playing cocksman to his teammates as well. They'd both started switch hitting around the same time, if he remembered right, but it was getting hard to keep track of who was fucking whom, and which of them he'd banged, and how. Definitely a reason to dial things back. But...here they were in their ball caps and gym shorts whose sheer fabric let him know they both were cut.

The two of them hadn't said a word while he was processing all this, just shared a sideways glance. Aww, Jeremy thought, they think they're being sly. On a half-conscious level he was already spinning scenarios; if that made him a dog then so be it. It wasn't like college athletes weren't all a pretty horny group already. "What's going on?" he prompted.

"Well Coach, graduation is Friday and then we'll all be taking off, and me and Pony--" Mackovic nodded to his dark-haired friend--"just wanted to stop by and thank you personally for an awesome season. I mean, second place in regionals..." his happy sigh was genuine, and Jeremy felt a swell of pride that he'd helped this team come so far. "Anyway, we just wanted to say 'thanks' in person. I mean, Coach Ron was great and all," he quickly backtracked, remembering why Jeremy was there, "but you definitely got us firing on all cylinders as my dad would say. So, y'know, thanks."

"Yeah, thanks so much Coach," Jake put in. Fuck, that was one deep sexy voice, Jeremy thought. No wonder he got laid anytime he wanted.

Jeremy wondered briefly if he'd been this obvious with girls when he was 22. His house was way outside of town; no one "just stopped by." And he'd bet his left nut that if he asked around none of the other coaches had gotten a personal "thank you" from the team captain and his best bud. They'd definitely rehearsed the speech, and 100% had plans for something more, but hadn't figured out how to close the deal. Well, who was he to keep them from having some fun? And although he might not need relief exactly, he still wouldn't mind a little party on a Saturday night.

"Well thanks guys, that's really awesome of you. I gotta say though, Mack: you were a big part of it too." He gave the big infielder a playful clap on the shoulder. "It's not just us coaches. You really got the guys behind you, and that was key." Lining up to run a train on him, probably, but hey: still true. Mack blushed slightly, which again could be taken either way. Time to give them a hand. "Well I was just gonna chill out tonight, but hey: you guys wanna come in and have a semi-victory beer? You're both over 21, and you definitely worked hard enough for it."

"Yeah cool, that'd be great Coach," Jake said. Interesting that he was the more eager one, Jeremy thought.

"Well come on in, I'll grab some beers. Coors okay?" he asked over his shoulder. He led them to the small living room--nothing fancy: just a small couch and chair, coffee table, and TV, but the whole setup was way more than he could've afforded back in Arizona. Hooray for country living, he thought for the hundredth time.

"Yeah that's great." "Great Coach," they eagerly agreed.

"Great. Settle in and I'll raid the fridge." Jeremy kept down the hall to the kitchenette to pick up the brews; by the time he came back the two ball players were settled on the small couch. "Here you go boys," he said, lobbing a tall boy to each before settling into the room's lone chair.

The next half hour was filled with recaps of the season's greatest moments, shit talking about some of their opponents ("Those Cal Kingsmen fuckers," came up more than once), and talk about post-graduation plans. Mack'd gotten a sales job in Milwaukee, which Jeremy could see him doing well at, and Jake--surprise--was heading to Austin to get a Masters in occupational therapy, which to his embarrassment Jeremy had not clocked. Less time fucking, more time paying attention to the guys, he reminded himself. It was a big reason he'd gone into coaching after all: bringing young men up, teaching to work as a team, pushing together towards a bigger goal, bonding as brothers.... That last bit had taken a turn this semester, but it was still all true he mused, smiling to himself in satisfaction.

"What's that coach?" Mack asked. They were all a few beers in at this point, and even the Lites were catching up with them. He and Jake were slumped comfortably on the love seat as they gripped their cans, and neither seemed bothered by the way their thighs touched in the tight quarters.

"Oh, just thinking," Jeremy said, pulling on his newest beer, "I'm really prouda you guys. I'd heard good things from Ron of course, but you really pulled together. Real teamwork," he said as he took another sip.

"Well thanks Coach," Mack responded. "Couldna done it without your help." Does he realize his hand is half-resting on Jake's thigh? Jeremy wondered to himself. Definitely a sign things were moving in the right direction.

"Thanks Mack. But c'mon, give yourself some credit too: the guys needed someone they could relate to, someone they were tight with, that we could work with. Take all the stuff I gave 'em." The faint color that rose in Mack's cheeks said he was very much remembering the stuff Jeremy had given him. "You did great," he said, and the third baseman's face colored further. Time to move things along. "Look at the two of you," he said, "practically joined at the hip."

"Heh, more than that Coach," Jake boasted, "gotta little tag team action planned for tonight."

"Yeah? Who's the lucky one?" Jeremy caught himself in the nick of time from specifying a gender. You never knew....

"Chick we hook up with sometimes," Mack said, "she's like, really into it. Gonna see if she's free."

Jeremy raised his eyebrows briefly in surprise. There's been so much action in the locker room (and weight room, and steam room, and, well, pretty much everywhere) Jeremy had assumed the guys had all switched teams just like he had. But if at least some of them were still banging girls it'd make the extent of what he'd started at least a little less obvious. Had he gotten their whole "thank you" visit all wrong though? Shit, maybe...he wasn't sure if the thought made him more relieved or disappointed. "Yeah?" he asked, keeping his tone light, "I just bet having two baseball studs go to town on her makes you pretty popular." Just a little casual jock banter.

"Oh yeah," Jake agreed, "she loves the tag team action. And, you know, other stuff," he added with a sly grin and twitch of his eyebrows.

Ah, so tonight was a yes/and situation then, Jeremy thought. "And what sorta stuff is that?" he asked, giving them an innocent look.

"Oh, you know Coach," Jake said. He draped one arm over Mack's shoulder and began idly rubbing the big blond's neck. "Stuff we do with each other. You know." He and Mack exchanged a knowing look.

"Mm, maybe you could show me." Jeremy slid down in his chair a bit and spread his legs, giving his thickening shaft free rein to begin pressing up.

"Well you know Coach, it depends," Mack said. "We kinda go with the flow, do whatever she says gets her hot." His hand moved a few inches and now it was very obviously resting on Jake's thigh just inches from his groin.

"Well you've always been good at following instructions Mack," Jeremy said. The evening was definitely moving into Extremely Hot territory. "I'm sure she's very happy with all the things you do. How about you Jake? You good at following her directions?" The outline his own cock was clearly visible now, the cut head standing out against the thin fabric. Another few minutes and there'd be a wet spot at the tip, Jeremy knew.

"Oh yeah Coach, I'm always happy put on a good show." Jake turned towards Mack as he spoke, his free hand mirroring Mack's position near his crotch. They both were showing healthy bulges now.

"Well why don't you show me then?" Jeremy said. "I bet you're a good kisser."

"Yeah he is," Mack said warmly. When Jake leaned in his mouth opened for the bearded jock immediately, pulling Jake's head to his as they began making out.

Jeremy rubbed his palm over his shorts as the two of them french kissed, enjoying the light friction on his shaft. "That's hot guys. Nice. Feel each other up a bit, huh? See how hard you are." Both of them moved their hands to the other's crotch; the muffled noises of approval they made telling Jeremy what he needed to know about the state of their dicks. "Very nice," he murmured. The two of them continued for a couple of minutes, until the baseball players' rods were clearly outlined in their shorts and Jeremy's had started leaking through his own.

"How 'bout you guys play with each other a bit? Mack, show me what Jake's got in there."

"Mm hmm," Mack mumbled, then expertly slid his hand under Jake's waistband and fished out his shaft. Jeremy's mouth watered at the sight of the cut head glistening at the tip, with a tuft of dark brown hair just visible at the base. Jake didn't take much longer to get Mack's rod on display, and the two of them began stroking each other as they continued to make out.

"Fuck you two are hot," Jeremy muttered, and stood up. Both of them eyed him as he approached, the hunger on Mack's face especially obvious. "See something you like Mack?" Jeremy flexed his dick, making the head press out even more prominently against his shorts, and highlighting the quarter-sized stain growing at its tip.

"Sure do Coach," the big jock answered. Jeremy smiled approvingly and slid his left thumb into the blond's mouth. The team captain just looked him in the eye and began sucking on the digit. The sensation made Jeremy's dick throb in anticipation.

"How 'bout you Jake?"

"Absolutely Coach." He took Jeremy's free hand in his and pushed the thumb into his own mouth, mirroring Mack's oral attention.

"Oh that's hot," Jeremy sighed. He drew his hands to his groin and the two athletes followed until their faces were pressed against his crotch, nostrils wide as they huffed in his scent. He slid his thumbs from their mouths and palmed the backs of their heads, but the they didn't need any urging to transfer their attention to his shaft. Their noses bumped as they worked each side, adding their saliva to the precum moistening the fabric. Mack began making faint hungry noises and Jake growled as he lapped at the head. "That's it boys, nice work...." Jake slid his hand up Jeremy's thigh and under his gym shorts until he was rubbing the coach's pubes; when he squeezed the base Jeremy grunted, then began pulling down his waistband. The ball players wasted no time helping him, and with one unified tug his dick sprang free. Hooray for teamwork, Jeremy thought.

"Mmmph." Mack grunted in satisfaction as his mouth beat Jake's to wrap around Jeremy's glans, and his eyes closed in concentration as he hungrily swallowed the rest of the shaft. Jake tried to join in but Mack wasn't having any of it, so after a couple of attempts to latch on he gave up and moved to Jeremy's balls. The wet warmth on his sack contrasted with the feel of the third baseman's cropped beard on his inner thighs; the combination was fantastic. Jeremy felt himself hardening even further and Mack made a muffled sigh of pleasure when Jeremy leaked another dollop of juice.

"Aw yeah Jake, get in there. Mmm...God, you guys give good head." Jeremy palmed their skulls, guiding their mouths where it felt best. The two jocks' eyes were closed as they pleasured him and each other, and they all spent the next couple of minutes simply enjoying the sensations. At some point Mack relented and let his teammate go down on Jeremy while he switched to tonguing his coach's nuts.

"Uhhnnn...." Jeremy reluctantly recognized that the two of them were absolutely going to get him off if they kept up what they were doing, and he really was in the mood to do some dicking. "Why don't we move this to someplace more comfortable?" he suggested as he pulled their heads off him. "And with less clothes."

"Sounds good to me Coach," Jake said. He was already peeling off his tee shirt, revealing a toned chest with a light dusting of brown hair and a nice treasure trail; Jeremy licked his lips at the sight.

"Yeah, lead on Coach," Mack put in, standing up before pulling his own tee over his head. He was hairier than his friend, with a uniform dusting of dirty blond hair over his pecs and torso. Jeremy remembered an offhand comment Tyler had made about how hot it was.

"One sec." Jeremy needed a bit of break to cool down, but that didn't mean the other two did. It only took a touch on the back of Jake's neck to convey what he wanted, and the third baseman complied immediately, swallowing his captain's 6" shaft to the root without hesitation. "Oh yeah," Jeremy sighed, "you look so fucking hot swinging on your buddy's dick Jake." He pulled Mack in for a deep kiss, kneading the big athlete's pec before homing in on one stiff nipple. The whimper Mack made when Jeremy pinched it was more than satisfying; so was Jake's muffled happy grunt a few seconds later. Jeremy had no doubt he'd just gotten a healthy taste of his teammate's precum. "Yeah, that's it," he murmured in Mack's ear, "give Jake a nice taste." He shifted his hand to the other nipple while tugging on the big blond's earlobe with his teeth.

"Ngghh ahhh Coach fuck that's hot." Mack was squirming from the attention he was getting, and he'd begun pumping his hips into Jake's mouth. "Uuuhhhhnn...shit, that feels good!" He grabbed Jeremy's shaft and began stroking.

Moments like this were the reason Jeremy still hadn't done the smart thing and shut down all the extra "practice sessions:" he had two hot studs jockying to see who could get his dick in their mouth or wherever else he wanted to put it, and his little head was definitely in charge for the next hour or two. "That feels great Mack. You're making me leak big time."

"Hopin' you'll do more than leak, Coach. Mmmph fuck yeah Pony, swallow that thing." Jake gave him a thumbs-up as he buried his nose in Mack's trimmed pubes, jerking his own dick as he did.

Jeremy cupped the captain's lightly furred ass. "You lookin' to get stuffed?" He grabbed hold of one glute and pulled it, opening up the jock's crack. His middle finger couldn't quite reach the tender pucker, but there was no question where it was headed.

"Mmm," Mack purred, "I guess I wouldn't mind a dick in there."

Jake snorted. "You mean _another dick in there. This week."

"Hey man, it fuckin' slaps. I keep telling you to give it a try. And besides, I was the one who fucked Eric."

"This time."

"Yeah, whatever. He's a good lay."

"Oh I know," Jake chuckled, "that is one tight ass."

"Well let's head into the bedroom and I'll see how our team captain compares," Jeremy said. The two ball players shared a look that said maybe they hadn't clocked that Jeremy was banging other guys on the squad, or at least not Eric. Oops. Too late now though, and worrying about it wasn't going to get him the relief he needed. "This way," he jerked his head towards the back of the house, aiming to get them moving before there were any follow-up questions.

The bedroom was still a mess, but at least he'd gotten a clean bottom sheet on before he'd crashed. And anyway, the three of them were two busy making out and feeling each other up to give a shit about a pile of sheets in the corner.

He'd maneuvered the two players to the edge of the bed and was debating what his next move should be when Mack made the decision for him. "Hey, what's that Coach?" he asked, looking at the floor: Jeremy hadn't thought to tuck one of Josh's bed restraint cuffs back in, and it was clearly visible hanging off the side of the bed.

Jeremy felt his face warm, but there was no pretending it was anything but what it was so he just leaned into it. "Oh you know, just something some guys like," he said casually.

"Looks kinda kinky," Mack said. The tone in his voice suggested he might be one of those guys too...interesting.

"It is." He tugged on the big jock's earlobe with his teeth and pinched one stiff nipple. "Some guys get really hot when they let their coach take charge like that." He licked the side of Mack's neck. "They really get off on it," he murmured. He slid his hand down Mack's belly and wrapped it around his shaft; the head was moist with Jake's spit and fresh precum. He loved it when a guy leaked like that.

"On what?" Jake was standing towards the foot of the bed and couldn't see what'd caught his teammate's eye. His tugging on Jeremy's dick slowed as he tried to look around Mack.

"Coach's got a little bondage setup," Mack said. He was aiming for casual, but Jeremy felt the jock's cock throb in his grip as he said it--he was definitely intrigued.

Jake finally got a look. "Oh cool. Guys really like that huh?"

"Some do," Jeremy agreed. "How 'bout you guys? You ever try it?" He began slowly jacking Mack in earnest and heard the jock suck in his breath from the stimulation.

"Not me," Jake said, "I like other stuff though." He planted his lips on Jeremy's shoulder and began moving downwards; it was pretty clear what some of that "other stuff" was.

"Never tried it," Mack said, "but y'know, if the vibe was right I might could." He gave Jeremy a cocky grin.

"Like if you were looking to get fucked good and hard until someone let you get off?" Jeremy asked. He gave Mack's dick a good hard squeeze and felt the ball player's knees buckle slightly.

Mack swallowed. "Yeah, that'd be a good vibe. Real good."

Jake chose that moment to wrap his lips back around Jeremy's cock, and it was the coach's turn to suck in his breath. "That's it Jake, get my dick good and wet for your buddy's hole." The third baseman grunted an acknowledgment and began bobbing up and down in earnest. "Go make yourself comfortable on the bed Mack," he instructed.

"Face down or up?"

Man, Jeremy thought, these guys really did come here to make me happy. He considered for a moment: he loved fucking doggy style, but Mack's wasn't the only hole he was looking to fill, and that meant making some different options available. "On your back." Mack didn't say a word, just settled in with his head on a pillow while Jeremy watched.

When he didn't make an immediate move (Jake's oral attention was increasingly enthusiastic) Mack rolled over and grabbed the padded restraint and fastened it around his right wrist with a grin. "Ready when you are Coach," he said. As he settled back in he began idly jacking himself with his left hand.

"Mmm...okay Jake, that's enough for now. Why don't you go get Mack's other arm strapped in before he makes himself come? Jake?" The jock's bearded face held a look of total focus, eyes squeezed shut as he took his coach to the root; Jeremy had to firmly pull him off before he came to.

"Fuck," he said, wiping his chin, "that tastes so damn good."

"Told you," Mack said.

"Yeah." Jake nodded and stood up.

"Don't worry buddy, I'll save a load for you," Jeremy promised. He pulled the player in for a deep kiss, their bodies pressed tightly together, until Jake let out a muffled whimper that said he was as primed as Mack. When Jeremy broke their clinch the jock's dark pupils were blown wide with lust, in a look Jeremy had become familiar with over the last few months. He looked forward to seeing where it'd take the student.

While Jake buckled his teammate in Jeremy pulled a bottle of silicone lube out of his bedside table and knelt at the foot of his bed. He was already getting low on the stuff again, but there was more than enough to last for the evening's fun. He was pleased to see that Mack didn't even wait for him to finish coating his fingers to spread his thighs, his lightly-furred pink hole just visible below his hefty nut sack. The two of them shared a grin as Jeremy walked up the bed on his knees, but when his finger touched Mack's hole the jock's expression turned to raw hunger. Jeremy began tracing little circles around the edge; the tender skin quivered under his slick touch and Mack's lips parted as he licked them. Jeremy nodded in approval and tightened up his circles. His touch was still light, but it was enough for Mack's hole to open for him.

"Uhnn...do me Coach...uhnnn..." Mack began squirming in an attempt to push his ass onto Jeremy's fingers.

"Fuck that's hot," Jake whispered hoarsely, and began jacking himself off.

"Hold off there Jake, don't come too soon."

Jake released his grip with obvious reluctance. "Okaaay...but man, you're making it tough Coach."

"Just keep your hands off your dick for now, okay?" Jeremy spared a quick glance to make sure Jake followed his instructions, but his attention was focused on the squirming blond in front of him. He switched from his index finger to his thumb, still rubbing around the edges and stretching rather than pushing deeper in. Mack groaned at the increased pressure and a bead of precum detached from his piss slit to form a clear strand down to his stomach.

"That's it Mack, work your ass for me. Open up that hole." This time he pressed lightly on the center; his thumb sank to the first knuckle with no resistance. A second clear droplet joined the first on his smooth belly. "Very nice Mack. You're so good at this...you like getting fucked don't you?"

"Uh huh." Mack's voice was strained and his face was turning pink. "Yes," he nodded, then groaned more loudly when Jeremy stretched his sphincter more vigorously.

"When was the last time you took a dick?" Jeremy asked. Fuck, this was as hot as when he'd played this game with Josh last night.

"Day before yesterday," Mack panted. "Aw fuuuck Coach, that feels so good." His legs began moving randomly as he reacted to the progressively deeper probing.

"Who was it?" Jeremy asked. To his right Jake had remained standing at the side of the bed and had begun playing with his nipples as he watched them; his own 6" cock stuck out rigidly and was also glistening.

"Uhhnnn...Jordan."

"And Eric," Jake muttered.

"Yeah, double header," Mack joked in a tight voice. "Fuck, go deeper Coach. I can take it," he whimpered.

"I bet you can. But you're not the only one who needs his hole opened up. Jake, how about you go sit on his face? Let your buddy get his tongue up in you." Jeremy had heard from the twins about the night Jake had dipped his toes in the dude pool, and he was willing to bet this was something the third baseman had worked into his routine.

The look on Jake's face said he was right. "Sure thing Coach," he said, and within a few seconds he was straddling the team captain's torso and lowering his ass over Mack's face. Jeremy replaced his thumb with two fingers as a bit of incentive, but he shouldn't've worried: Mack was pressing his face into Jake's furry crack even before he was settled in, and by the time he crooked his digits against Mack's prostate Jake was already rumbling in pleasure. "Oh fuck yeah buddy, eat my ass," he enthused.

"Mmmmmph...." It wasn't clear if Mack's muffled grunt was approval of Jake's ass or the sensation of Jeremy's fingers probing his hole, but in either case his leaking dick said he was enjoying it. Jeremy's third finger slid in easily, and the beefy jock's hips were soon rocking in time with his finger fucking. The noises he made rose in pitch and he began squirming against his restraints, no doubt desperate to grab hold of his dick. Since that wasn't possible he channeled his energy into his tongue work until Jake's eyes rolled up and his lips parted, panting in pleasure.

The sight of the two athletes getting each other off was too much to resist any longer. Jeremy pumped some lube into his palm, greased up, and slid into Mack's eager hole in one easy motion--the jock opened for him like he'd been bottoming for years. His ankles locked around Jeremy's ass and rhythmically squeezed, just in case the noises he was making weren't clear on what he wanted. Jeremy resisted the urge to go as fast as Mack wanted, at least not yet, and focused on Jake for the moment: with his lean body lightly flushed and sweaty and his cock dripping from its deep-red tip he was truly a sight to behold. The breathy noises he made as Mack probed his hole were icing on the cake.

"Pull your cheeks apart Jake," Jeremy urged, "open your hole wide for him."

The ball player complied instantly, following up with a hungry whine as Mack's tongue managed a few more millimeters of penetration. "Oh fuuuuck that feels good...fuck yes Mack...uhhh...yeeesss!" When Jeremy wrapped his greased-up palm around the third baseman's cock his whole body jerked. "Oh fuck yeah Coach! Goddamn you two are gonna...I'm gonna...fuck! Coming!" With that he erupted. Jeremy felt the first pulse start up his shaft, which gave him just enough time to aim the exploding cock where he wanted: ropes of milky white landed on his buddy's crotch, coating Mack's shaft and soaking his light brown pubes. The sight was hot as hell.

Jeremy gave Jake a minute to recover, but Mack's ass was making his dick feel really good and he knew he wasn't going to last a lot longer. He knew the scene he wanted to see when he got off. "Jake, get in there and clean up after yourself, 'kay?" The bearded athlete didn't say anything, just gave Jeremy a nod and a grin and dove into his buddy's crotch. Jeremy sucked in his breath at the sight of the stud lapping up his load from Mack's trimmed fur--another one for the spank bank, that was for sure.

"Ooohhh...yyyyy...mmm..." Mack no longer had Jake's ass muffling him, but the increased pounding his prostate was taking, along with the enthusiastic tongue bath, combined to leave him semi-coherent as he squirmed on the mattress. "Harder Coach. Fuck me harder!" he begged. His arms bulged as he struggled against the straps. "Ooh fuuuck! Aaaahnn...AAHHGOD!" Jake had just wrapped his lips around his shaft with immediate effect. His asshole clenched and Jeremy let out a groan of his own as he began power fucking the stud beneath him.

He could feel the sweat running down his body in the warm bedroom air as he slammed his groin into Mack's slick hole. "Take it!" he grunted, and Mack responded by tightening his calves around Jeremy's torso, urging him on. Their grunts rose in volume and pitch until suddenly Jeremy was at the tipping point, and with a roar he seeded the ball player's hole with what felt like a gallon of jizz. The sound of their colliding bodies took on a wet note as he filled the slutty jock to overflowing; it felt like he was never going to stop. He still found it unbelievable that he could pull something like that off after railing thirsty little Josh not twelve hours ago, but that was what the...stuff seemed to have done to him, and he wasn't going to complain about that particular side effect.

As he slowly came down from his orgasm he realized that Mack's ass wasn't the only source of wet noises. Jake's slurping had gotten a lot juicier by the sound of it, and it looked like he hadn't been able to keep up with Mack's load: the team captain's pubes had more spunk in them than when Jake had first gone down, and his pulled-up nuts were shiny now.

Eventually Mack's motion changed from thrusting into Jake's mouth to jerking at his touch. "You gotta stop man, I'm getting real sensitive," he panted. Jeremy was feeling the same way himself, so when Jake rolled off he slowly withdrew too.

"Holy shit." Mack was the first to speak. "That fucking ate."

"Yeah it did," Jeremy agreed. "How 'bout you Jake, you enjoy yourself?"

Jake snorted softly as he looked at the mess in Mack's groin. "Yeah, for sure." He hesitated for a second, then leaned back in and began tonguing Mack's nuts. It looked like he still had some gas in the tank, which suited Jeremy just fine.

The older man stretched up and popped open the cuffs so Mack could put his arms down. The way he lazily placed on hand on the back of Jake's head suggested this was something they'd done more than once. Well good for them, Jeremy thought.

"You guys wanna hit the hot tub?" he asked. "It's a nice night."

"Whatever you want Coach," Mack said lazily, "sounds good to me."

"Mmhmm, sure thing," Jake agreed. Jeremy noticed that although the athlete wasn't hard, he also wasn't completely soft anymore.

"Well let's go get rinsed off in the shower while I get it warmed up. There's a fridge out there with some beers ready."

The one downside to renting a 110 year old farmhouse was that the bathroom had been built for people who thought indoor plumbing was the height of luxury. The clawfoot tub/shower was cute and old timey, but putting two or more people in it was a recipe for someone to slip and break a limb. So the three of them took turns washing off their layers of sweat and cum while the other two chatted lazily. Jeremy was gratified to see the two ball players eyeing him up and down while he lathered up, and was happy to give them a bit of a show; the way they both hung heavy at the end of it said he'd done his job.

"Time to hit the tub," he said, draping his towel on the rack.

"Should we, y'know, get suits or something?" Mack asked with some reluctance.

"Nah, this place is on five acres; no one back there but some raccoons and deer. You're good."

"Cool. Cool," Mack said.

"Yep, no one to see," Jeremy replied as he steered them out of the bathroom and towards the back of the house. "Anything," he stage whispered in Jake's ear. Jake didn't say anything, but the hitch in his stride said he'd definitely registered it.

"Water's a little chilly Coach," Jake said when they got on the deck.

"Don't worry about it, it heats up fast," Jeremy replied as he fiddled with the controls on the side. He got the water bubbling, and the rumble of the gas heater firing up joined it soon after. He pulled three Millers out of the small fridge and handed two to the jocks, who were easing their calves into the water while they settled onto the deck. "It'll be good in about 10 minutes," he said, easing into position next to Jake. The three of them popped their tabs and toasted. "Cheers guys--great wrap up to the year."

"You can say that again," Mack said, grinning at him past Jake.

"Yeah, you liked that huh?" Jeremy asked as he took a swig.

"Sure did--that was fun as hell." Mack nodded enthusiastically as he swallowed.

"Think you'd do it again?" Jeremy asked, curious.

"Sure. 'Specially if you did it," Mack said, waggling his eyebrows.

"Well thank you. How 'bout you Jake?" He nudged his shoulder into the athlete's.

"I dunno...maybe." Jake took a contemplative sip. "I mean, Mack's always telling me to try it, but...I dunno."

"That's cool. Don't do anything you don't want to bud." Best not to think about the role he might've played in what they wanted these days. He changed the subject, and the three of them spent the next several minutes reliving the season's highlights and funniest moments, both on and off the field, until the water was good and warm and their beers were empty. "Lemme get another round," Jeremy said, standing up.

"Oh man that's nice," Mack said as he slid in.

Jake dunked under completely. "Hell yeah," he agreed, wiping the water off his scalp and face. "This is what I need." He lowered himself until only his head was above the surface. "Ahhhh..."

Jeremy handed Mack a can, then Jake. "What's up?" he asked the bearded player as he popped his own top.

"Ah, I think I tweaked something doing shoulder presses yesterday. That heat feels great."

"Lemme see," Jeremy said. Rather than sliding into the tub he sat down behind Jake, his legs on either side. He took a quick swig before setting his beer down, then gripped the player's traps and gave them an exploratory squeeze. "Oh yeah, you've got a big knot on the right here." He dug his thumb in and felt the player's body quiver.

"Oh man, yeah, that's the spot." Jake sat up a bit to give Jeremy easier access. "Mmhmm." He tilted his head back as he relaxed into the massage and continued making small sounds of approval as Jeremy worked his shoulders over. A few minutes of work and the knot finally started to release.

Jeremy leaned over and pressed his right elbow hard into the center; his left gripped the back of jock's neck as he ran his thumb up and down along the offending muscle. "Just relax into it," he murmured into Jake's ear.

"Yes Coach," Jake sighed, "I think you're getting it. Mmmm...yeah..." His eyes slid shut as he took several deep breaths.

Jake had given and gotten plenty of massages over the years--one perk of coaching was access to the PT staff--and the noises Jake was making were definitely sexier than the usual ones. Whether he'd intended it or not he was having a definite effect on Jeremy, who felt himself stirring in response. Mack said nothing, but he was definitely watching the two of them with interest, and when Jeremy's cock rose into view the team captain gave him a silent salute before taking another pull on his beer.

The elbow pressure finally paid off, and Jeremy felt the knot dissolve, followed by a pop from Jake's neck as it finally settled into a more natural position. The jock grunted, and his body relaxed as Jeremy switched back to gentle rubbing. His hands moved up from Jake's shoulders to his neck, thumbs working the base of his skull as his fingers dug into the other man's scalp. "Oh fuck Coach, that feels awesome." His head tilted back, far enough that it bumped into Jeremy's hard on. "Feels so good," he murmured. His hands found Jeremy's calves below the water and began rubbing up and down.

Jeremy shifted his fingers to work on Jake's jaw and temples. As he did he scooted forward so the length of his shaft was rubbing into his hair. "You like that?" He rocked his hips and flexed his dick as he continued rubbing.

"Oh yeaahh...you know I do Coach." A smile appeared on his lips. "Feels really good." He tilted his head back, pushing against Jeremy's shaft to emphasize what he meant by the comment. "Really nice."

That was enough for Mack. Tossing back the last of his beer he positioned himself over Jake's lap and settled in; from the motion of his right arm it was clear what was going on under the water. "How about that?" he asked his teammate.

"Mmm...good massage dude," Jake commented, "you know what I like."

"Like a tongue up your ass?" Jeremy asked huskily. Based on Jake's reaction earlier, he was pretty sure he could convince the ball player to let more than a tongue in there if he played it right.

"Always," Jake sighed, squeezing Jeremy's feet for emphasis.

"And a cock in your mouth?"

"Oh yeah."

"Well why don't you turn around and Mack and I'll take care of both ends for you?"

"Fuck yes!" Jake enthused. In short order he was half out of the tub, face buried in Jeremy's crotch and ass lifted for Mack to enjoy.

"Got a little precum for ya' there buddy," Jeremy remarked. The third baseman locked his gaze on Jeremy's as he grabbed his shaft and began tonguing the head with a satisfied grunt. "You like that, dontcha?"

"Your cock tastes so good Coach. Like, epic," Jake enthused. His eyes fluttered and he whined as Mack spread his cheeks and began a series of long licks across his taint and hole.

"So's your ass bro," Mack said, and dove back in to another whimper from the third baseman.

"Get him good and loose Mack," Jeremy instructed, "I want him wide open for me."

"Mmhm," Mack enthused.

"Ohhh God," Jake whined, and dove hungrily onto Jeremy's cock. "Mmmhhm." His eyes closed as he focused on polishing Jeremy's knob, and the older man sighed in pleasure as he guided the athlete's head up and down. Jake's enthusiasm grew as Mack continued probing his ass and Jeremy's precum coated his tongue.

As Jeremy continued leaking Jake's muffled grunts increased in enthusiasm in a way the coach recognized from dozens of other blow jobs. It'd been a while since a woman had gone down on him, but he was pretty sure the level of jock enthusiasm he'd seen from the team was on a different level. "Ohhh that's great, Jake," he enthused, "you're doing great." Jake grunted and managed to get another half inch of meat into his mouth, so that his nose was brushing Jeremy's pubes. Jeremy heard him suck in a deep breath, letting it out with a groan as Mack dove deep, and then Jake began rocking forward and back, pushing onto Mack's face before impaling himself again on Jeremy's pole. Half a dozen rounds back and forth and he was taking Jeremy to the root, his bearded chin tickling the coach's nuts. The next time he pulled up Jeremy stopped him going down by cupping his chin. Jake's lips were puffy and wet with spit, and his eyes were hooded; his whole expression radiated arousal. "You like that dick Jake?"

"Yeah," Jake's voice was husky, and his eyelids fluttered as Mack's tongue did something to him.

"Try my balls," he urged, putting one hand on the back of the third baseman's head. Jake didn't hesitate as Jeremy lifted one leg to give him access, just dove in and began licking with a deep moan of satisfaction. "Oh good boy," he approved, "show your coach what you can do."

"Mmhm." Jake mouthed his sack, tongue swabbing the sensitive skin. "Fuck yeah coach." He wrapped his hand around Jeremy's shaft and pulled the head into his mouth, eyes locked on Jeremy's as he swabbed the glans.

"You ready for me to put that inside you?" he asked the student.

"Yeah," Jake said hoarsely. Behind him Mack growled and slapped one ass cheek as he motorboated his teammate's glutes. "Oh fuck yes." His forehead dropped to the deck. "Fuck me Coach."

Jeremy clambered to his feet. "He's still gonna need a dick in his mouth Mack. Think you're up for it?"

The beefy blond stood up, water running off his body, and gave a thumbs-up. "You know it coach." He gave his rock-hard dick a tug and stepped up onto the deck, eager to switch places.

Jeremy copped a quick feel as they passed each other. "Be sure to feed him a nice big load," he said, loud enough for Jake to hear.

"He always does Coach," said the captain. Jeremy felt an unexpected sense of FOMO at the thought of all the times they'd gone down on each other that he hadn't been there for. Stupid, given the amount of action he'd gotten this year, but it made him even hornier to see it happen now.

He swung by the outdoor grill, which had a nice little cabinet for storing tools and spices built in. And a handy bottle of silicone lube, which he noticed was almost as low as the bedroom supply. Okay, so he definitely had no reason to whine about missing Jake and Mack in action the last few weeks. Grabbing the bottle, he lubed up a couple of fingers as he moved into position in the hot tub; Mack was already kneeling on a towel and sliding into Jake's open mouth.

Given all of the attention Mack had been giving Jake's hole he figured he could skip right to putting two fingers in, and he was right. He slid in with minimal resistance until his hand was pressed into the junior's lightly-furred crack. Jake's hands clenched, and he emitted a muffled whine as Jeremy began pushing and twisting. Another healthy squirt of lube and he was easily slipping through the jock's rapidly loosening ring. There was enough liquid that it ran down his taint; Jeremy added another squirt for good measure and then began smearing it around with his free hand until Jake's nuts and pole were slick with it. He pulled the shaft back for better access; as soon as he began polishing the frenulum with the pad of his thumb the third baseman bucked. Jeremy couldn't make out what he said on account of the skull fucking Mack was administering, but his third finger was only halfway in when Jake began pushing back onto it. He let the thirsty jock open himself up for a couple of minutes, then switched from pushing in to twisting his fingers. There was a lot of water splashing around at this point, but Jeremy was pretty sure he could feel fluid out of the stud's piss slit. It would definitely explain his clenched fists and muffled whines.

Mack watched all this with a knowing look, and shared a grin with Jeremy as Jake's noises became more enthusiastic. "Hey Mack, why don't you give him a break for a sec; let's see what he thinks of all this." The big blond released his teammate's head and withdrew, letting Jake's forehead collapse onto the towel as he squirmed under Jeremy's touch. "You like that Jake?" He rubbed his thumb more forcefully over Jake's head and his dark eyes fluttered.

"Oh ff--fuck yes, Coach. It--yeaah God right there--fuuuck." His face and shoulders were flushed, and his body was contorting nonstop as his arousal grew.

"You ready for some dick now?"

"Uh huh." Jake licked his full lips. "Put it in me Coach."

"I will, but I think this is a great opportunity for some final team bonding. Whadya say Mack--you wanna show Jake what he's been missing?"

Mack had been observing with a grin, stroking himself as he watched his buddy getting finger banged, but he clearly hadn't been expecting this offer. His moment of surprise only lasted a second though before he recovered. "Sure Coach--you don't mind?"

"Nah, you go first--seems only fair since he's already had your ass. Just don't make him come; I want him to bust while I'm in there."

"Fair enough," Mack agreed, already maneuvering into the hot tub as Jeremy withdrew his fingers. "Don't worry bro, I'll go easy on ya."

Jeremy handed him the little bottle of lube, then took the ball player's spot on the towel. "Open him up good for me Mack."

The jock wasted no time greasing up and lining up behind his friend. "Shit, I think you took care of that already Coach." There was no pause as he thrust forward until his groin was pressed into Jake's lightly-furred ass. "Fuck dude, you're taking it all."

Jeremy cupped the bottom's bearded chin and pulled his face up. "How's that feel Jake?"

"Good. Really full, but good." Mack rocked his hips slightly and Jake's eyes widened. "Oh Jesus," he whispered.

"Yeah, you're gonna love it when he gets going," Jeremy said.

"Uh huh..." Mack had barely begun to move and the third baseman's voice was already wavering. It took no urging for him to dive onto Jeremy's cock, his moans louder and hungrier as Mack's thrusts became more energetic.

"Fuck yeah Pony, open up for me," Mack grunted. Their bodies made slapping noises as he began railing his friend's ass, his biceps flexing as he pulled the dark-haired jock's hips back onto his. Jake didn't need any urging though--he was already pushing back to meet the beefy blond's thrusts. When Mack changed to a series of short power strokes at a different angle Jake yelped and collapsed onto his chest, Jeremy's cock sliding from his mouth.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," he panted, eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck me bud, fuck me!" He reached down instinctively to start jerking off, but before Jeremy could say anything Mack intervened.

"Coach says not yet," he panted, and pulled Jeremy's hand back up onto the hot tub deck. He lowered himself onto the third baseman's body, pinning his hands as he did. "Not until I fill you up," he said, rolling his hips.

"Do it bro," Jake grunted, "fuckin' do it."

"Do it Mack," Jeremy urged, and pressed his dick against the captain's lips. Mack grunted and opened up his mouth, making a muffled happy noise as the head slid in. He was moving too much to really give a good blow job, but he kept his teeth out of it and Jeremy appreciated the sight of the built ball player swinging on his dick. "That's hot," he murmured over the sound of Jake's moans.

Mack's thrusting increased, his back becoming shiny with sweat as his exertions grew. Now he was the one moaning around Jeremy's cock, until he abruptly pushed upright and began pile driving Jake while his face screwed up. "FUCK!' he roared, and his eyes rolled back as he unloaded into his teammate's hole. The two of them grunted in unison as Mack bred the third baseman, until finally his movements slowed to a halt. He knelt there, head bowed and breathing heavily as he recovered from his orgasm, until he was finally ready to slide out. Wiping the sweat off his face he flopped back to sit in the hot tub with an exhausted "holy shit..." that made Jeremy grin.

"Pretty good?" the coach asked.

Mack nodded weakly. "Yeah. Fuck yeah." He slid under the water briefly to rinse the sweat from his hair.

Jake looked up at the older man. "You gonna finish what he started Coach?" he asked.

Jeremy put his fingers under the jock's bearded chin and locked gazes. "You ready for some more dick buddy?"

"Uh huh." Jake nodded, and when Jeremy pressed his thumb against the student's lips he swallowed it without hesitation. "Good boy," he murmured. "Get up."

Jake stood, looking eager but confused as Jeremy sat down at the edge of the hot tub, his feet on the underwater bench and his ass on the deck. "Get the lube Jake," he said, jerking his head towards the small glass bottle. The third baseman complied while Mack looked on curiously. "Now grease me up." He nodded towards his deep red hard on, and Jake obediently dribbled a generous portion on it, then began stroking until Jeremy's shaft was coated. "Mmm yeah, that feels great."

"Your cock feels great Coach," Jake said. His own was rigid, showing what he thought of the experience.

"Yeah? You ready to feel it inside you?"

"Mmhmm," Jake nodded eagerly.

"Yeah you are," Jeremy said. He grabbed one of the towels for some padding, then leaned back on his elbows. "Go ahead," he jerked his chin at his groin, "sit on it. Show your Coach how much you like his dick."

"Sure thing Coach," Jake said with a grin. He straddled Jeremy's hips and lowered himself to his knees without hesitation, his well-fucked hole swallowing Jeremy to the root without hesitation. "Oh fuck yes," he hissed as he bottomed out. His cock dripped.

"You like that position huh?"

"Mmhmm..." Jake bit his lower lip and began rocking back and forth. "Oh shit! That feels fucking amazing!" He increased his movements.

"Thought you might like it. Uh uh," Jeremy chided as the junior instinctively reached for his crotch, "not yet. Me first, remember?"

"Uuuhn...okay," Jake agreed with difficulty. He rolled his hips more energetically, and began clenching his ring around Jeremy as he did. "Do you like that Coach?" he asked hopefully.

"Yeah, that's great. You're definitely gonna make me come if you keep doing that," Jeremy said approvingly.

"Good," Jake said, and got to it.

"Mmm yeah," Jeremy urged, "do it. Show me how you can ride a man's cock Jake."

"Fuck yeah Coach," Jake huffed, "gimme that dick." He began running his hands over his torso and thighs as his body became sensitized.

"Mack," Jeremy said--his own voice was getting strained--"stand behind your buddy and play with his tits. Make him feel good."

"Sure thing Coach." The big blond quickly positioned himself as instructed. Wrapping his arms around Jake in a bear hug he began rolling his nipples between thumb and forefingers.

"Oh fuck Mack." Jake's voice was an uncharacteristic squeak, and Jeremy felt his ring quiver as Mack worked the stiff nubs. "Fuck, don't stop. Uhhhhnn..." With a hungry whine he began bouncing on Jeremy's dick in earnest, his own shaft bouncing vigorously as a strand of clear fluid flew from the end. "Oh fuck! Fuck me Coach! FUCK!"

With each bounce his glutes flexed, milking Jeremy's shaft as the slick friction sent shivers of pleasure from his glans to his groin. He began instinctively thrusting up, and soon his grunts were mingling with Jake's needy noises.

Mack nuzzled Jake's jawline where it met his ear. "Ride that cock bro," he growled.

"Uh huh..." Jake whined. He turned his head and opened his mouth to let Mack's tongue slide in.

Maybe it was the way he twisted his torso to make out with Mack, or maybe it was the sight of the two jocks making out, but whatever it was it pushed Jeremy over the edge. With a loud groan he rammed up into the third baseman's ass and unleashed. His right hand instinctively gripped the ball player's rigid shaft, and the moment his palm slid over the swollen glans Jake started to come. He twisted forward again as his bearded jaw dropped and with a howl he let fly, ropes of jizz striping Jeremy's chest as his ass filled with the coach's own load. Each spasm of his ring milked another load from the older man, and Jeremy's eyes rolled back as he was overwhelmed by the pleasure flooding his brain. "Fuuuuuuck..." he moaned as Jake continued riding him.

"Ah ah ah ahhhfuck Coach! Ahuhhh! Fuuck..." Jake's explosive cries slowed to an exhausted whimper as Jeremy finished milking him, until the only sounds were their heavy breathing and the wet noises of Jeremy's hand on his dripping dick.

"That fuckin' ate," Mack said enthusiastically. "You guys were hot!"

"Fuckin' A," Jake said as he lifted off Jeremy's still-hard dick, "that was something." His tone said what he thought of the experience.

"You liked that?" Jeremy asked. He was feeling a bit wiped out himself.

"Uh huh," Jake nodded. He lowered himself into the hot tub. "Feels like you left a gallon of juice up there Coach."

Jeremy chuckled. "Sounds about right. You earned it." He raised himself up on his elbows and gave the well-fucked jock an appreciative grin. "Pretty good for your first time." He noticed that Mack was still standing in the middle of the hot tub. The water was waist deep and filled with bubbles, but not enough to hide the blond's hard-on poking up. "Nice assist Mack."

"Teamwork, Coach," he said with grin.

Jeremy answered with one of his own. "You want your participation trophy?" He raised his eyebrows and nodded his head at Mack's erection. He's bounced back fast, Jeremy thought, impressed. All of the guys did really--he wasn't going to complain.

Mack stepped up onto the hot tub bench and Jeremy sat up to take stud's shaft into his mouth. Now that he'd gotten off he was able to focus more on giving head, and soon enough Mack was sighing happily as Jeremy went down on him. "Oh yeah," he said huskily, "suck me Coach." Jake watched for a couple of minutes, then leaned over to help. Soon the two of them had a rhythm going, passing the blond's head and shaft between them. "Go Tigers," Mack enthused.

Jeremy's mouth was too full of ball player cock to do more than grunt in agreement, but Jake paused long enough to get out a quick "Go Tigers" before taking the blond's nuts back into his mouth. Mack groaned, and his glans throbbed between Jeremy's lips. The coach took the opportunity to slide a finger behind Mack's balls, and the jock obediently widened his stance as the digit slid over his lightly-furred taint and began probing his ring.

"Oohh..." Mack's voice was unsteady, and his eyes fluttered as Jeremy's digit slid in. His channel was still slick with lube and cum, and offered no resistance as Jeremy found his prostate. "Fuuuck...gonna nut," he panted. "Fuck."

"Gimme summa that," Jake urged, forcing his mouth onto his buddy's shaft. Jeremy smiled to himself and let him share it, enjoying the sight and feel of the bearded jock's cum-hungry lips joining his in getting Mack off. A second finger joined his first, and all three of them got their wish. Mack's hands gripped both of their heads and his fingers dug in as he erupted onto their lips and tongues. As always the taste sent a surge of pleasure through Jeremy's body, leaving a warm glow in his groin despite getting off only minutes before. From the sounds Jake was making he enjoyed the feast just as much. It was short-lived--Mack had drained his balls pretty thoroughly already--but there was enough for the two of them to pass back and forth as their tongues swirled over Mack's pulsing glans, until finally there was nothing more.

"Fuuuck yeah," Mack enthused, once he'd caught his breath, "that's what I'm talking about." He looked down at the other two, both grinning as Jeremy withdrew his fingers and Jake licked a stray glob of cum from his lips.

"So good," Jeremy agreed, and stood up. He slid his tongue into Mack's mouth. "You taste so good," he said a minute later. Jake joined them, passing his own share of jizz back to the source. Jeremy licked up some of the cum Jake had drenched his fist with. "You both do." He wiped a finger through the trail on his abs and pressed the dripping tip to Mack's lips; the blond wrapped his lips around it without hesitation.

The three of them continued their lazy makeout session for a few more minutes. Mack cleaned the rest of Jake's load off Jeremy's chest, then returned to the other two's embrace. "So what're we doing next?" he asked.

"Thought you guys had a hookup lined up," Jeremy said.

The two ball players exchanged a look; Jake cocking one eyebrow. "She can wait," he said.

"Well all right then," Jeremy said. "Let's rinse off, grab some more beers, and see what we can think of, huh?" The two jocks' faces split into wide grins. Mack submerged himself into the hot tub while Jake hoisted his lean frame out to grab some more beverages.

After some more fooling around they'd moved from the hot tub back to the bedroom, where they'd indulged Mack's desire for a little more bondage play, with one cock and then another in his hole, and then it was his teammate's turn, until their last orgasms were nothing but a shudder and a few droplets of cum. Exhausted, the three of them finally dozed off as the stars began to fade.

Jeremy woke up first and disentangled himself from the two students to shower off the sweat and cum coating his lean frame. By the time he had coffee brewed the other two had started moving, Jake joining him in the kitchen while Mack cleaned up. "How you doin'?" he asked, offering the college student a mug.

Jake gave a rueful grin. "Think my asshole's gonna take a few days to recover, and my dick's pretty raw too. Not complaining though." He sipped some of the coffee, adding "Not as sore as Mack at least. Don't think he'll be complaining either though."

Mack chose that moment to enter, clad in just his shorts and still toweling his hair. "Complain about what?"

"Your gaping asshole," Jake said, smirking over the rim of his mug.

Mack colored slightly but didn't back down. "You sure you got room in your tummy for coffee after all the loads you swallowed last night?" he asked, voice dripping with sympathy.

Jake grinned and flipped his buddy off, then handed him a mug of java. "Douche."

"Fucker," Mack replied, toasting him.

"The way you like it," Jake shot back, taking a step to stand close to his teammate. His hand slid down the front of the beefy blond's shorts. "Amirite?"

Jeremy cleared his throat, amused. "He probably would, but I've some shit I need to get done today, so I need you boys to do your fucking someplace else, okay?"

"Yeah, sorry Coach," Jake said, pulling his hand out and stepping back. He chuckled briefly. "Guess last night got us fired up good. Still goin' I guess. I'm takin' a shower if that's cool, then we'll be on our way." Jeremy gestured towards the bathroom with a "be my guest wave," and the bearded jock padded off to wash up.

Jeremy chatted with Mack while the two of them sipped their coffees, but he kept it light and didn't offer any food. Last night had been a top-notch sex marathon, and he'd enjoyed breeding the two studs as much as anything he done in the sack, but now that he was over being dick drunk he realized that it was broad daylight. His rental house was pretty isolated, but there was still a chance someone would notice the two ball players leaving late in the morning. It was a small enough town that there would be questions, and that would be...bad. So when Jake emerged from the bathroom he gave them both a pat on the ass, promised they'd do it again soon (and if he was being honest with himself they weren't something he'd be able to resist indefinitely), and sent them on their way, admiring the view as they walked to Mack's truck.

Shaking his head at what a horndog be'd become--even more than when he was an 18-year-old ball player himself--he returned to his kitchen to cook up a quick breakfast. He'd only gotten halfway through his eggs though when there was a knock at the door. Wondering what the boys had left behind he got up to answer it, grumbling to himself about dumb-ass jocks.

But it wasn't the ball players. Instead it was a lean white guy in his 30s, dark-haired and sporting a faint smile that had a hint of a smirk in it. Behind him was an imposing black guy with a buzzed scalp, looking less friendly. Both of them wore golf shirts and jeans that made his first thought that they'd somehow gotten lost on the way to some corporate team-building event. That only lasted until the white guy opened his mouth though.

"Hi, Coach Jeremy. Nice to meet you in person. I'm TJ and this is Tyler; could we come in for a bit and chat?" Behind him the black guy gave a neutral smile and nodded, then started fiddling with his phone.

The vibe was definitely a little aggressive, and knowing his name put Jeremy's back up a bit--these weren't some alums or other regulars he'd seen at games, so what were they doing at his house at 10 a.m. on a Saturday? "Sorry guys, but I was just about to head out. Maybe some other time, okay?"

"I know, I know, you're a busy guy. Lotta work, staying on top of all those jocks, teaching 'em everything you know, right?" His smile definitely had more of a shark's teeth in it now.

"Yeah, well I try," Jeremy said, backing up and starting to ease the door shut.

"Stop being clever, TJ," Tyler spoke up, a look of mild annoyance on his face. He turned to Jeremy with an impatient expression and held up his phone. "You've been banging half your team since at least March Coach, and most of them are fucking each other now too. We have questions." Jeremy only half-heard him: his attention was riveted on the screen in front of him: it was taken through his bedroom window, and he was balls-deep in Ollie's hole while beside him Tyler thrust into Eric's meaty ass missionary-style.

TJ took a step forward and put a hand on his shoulder. "Let's get some coffee and talk Coach. Maybe you can help us out, and maybe we can help you keep your job. Whadya say?"

Jeremy nodded numbly and let them in, wondering how he was possibly going to get out of the hole he'd dug for himself. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Part 3: "The Grooms"

Dave and Joey held each other tight as they swayed on the dance floor with the other couples. "I told you we should've taken dance lessons," Dave whispered into Joey's ear.

"Shut up, it was fine," Joey whispered back.

"Except for the part where I stepped on your mom's foot!"

"She's fine, just chill babe." Joey glanced to his right where a 50-something lady in a green dress was chatting animatedly to a stocky dark-haired man in a tux. "Look, she's over there chatting with your dad. She's got her bottle of Pinot Grigio, she's good."

"Yeah, I guess. Just not, you know, optimal Day One for my mother-in-law."

"Oh don't worry, it's nothing compared to the pain of her broken heart from me not marrying a nice Jewish boy."

Dave stiffened. "I thought you said she was okay--"

Joey barked a short laugh. "Oh my God are you uptight today. I'm yanking your chain--you know she loves the shit out of you. 'So well-mannered, Joey. You could learn a thing or two from him.'" he said in a falsetto.

"Just not dancing." Dave no longer sounded as tense about it though.

"Eating ass," Joey quipped.

Dave stifled a snort. "Taking a fat cock," he murmured in Joey's ear.

"Mmm...Mr. Barra, are you trying to seduce me?" Joey's hands moved a little lower. He couldn't exactly grab his husband's ass right out here, but knew Dave felt the shift.

"Hopin' to."

"Just a few more hours and then we can head out and get freaky."

"Hell yeah," Dave agreed.

At that point the slow dance song ended and the DJ moved on to a rowdier number. The under-25 crowd got off their seats, and then the two of them were too busy partying with their friends and wrestling buddies to think about sex for a while.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Holy shit," Joey said as he threw his tux jacket over a chair, "that was a good party." He lobbed his yamulke after it and began getting out of the rest of his sweat-drenched clothes.

"Yeah it was. We should get married more often." Dave's voice was hoarse from multiple rounds of half-drunken singalongs, but he didn't care.

"Too bad Chris had to bail. A was pretty bummed."

Dave kicked off his shoes and began peeling off his own wet shirt. "Yeah, did you hear anything more about his mom?"

"I guess she's awake and more or less with it, but it sounds like it was a pretty bad stroke. Aaron's heading down tomorrow for some moral support." Joey slid out of his pants.

"But the parents don't know their deal still?"

Dave shook his shaggy head. "Nope. 'Just friends.'"

"Uff." Joey's compact frame sagged briefly in sympathy for their friends' situation. "Well maybe this'll be his chance to work his magic on them. At least Chris's sister is cool about it." He peeled off his boxer briefs and stood there, admiring Dave's frame as the bigger man finished getting naked. Dave had manscaped the day before, and his cropped body hair showed off his muscular frame nicely, Joey thought. Neither one of them missed the intense training and diet regime of their wrestling days, but they hadn't gone to seed in the six months since graduation either.

"Yeah, I liked her and her husband both," Dave said. He gathered up the dirty clothes and put them in the corner of the suite; at least over there he wouldn't have to look at them. He turned around to see Joey staring at him. "What?"

"Just lookin'." Joey's face was pure innocence, but his dick was definitely thickening up.

"Yeah?" Dave's thick black eyebrows raised in interest, and he felt a little tingle in his groin. "See anything you like?"

"Maybe...turn around and let me see the rest of the goods." Dave spread his arms and spun slowly around; when he returned to his starting position Joey's gaze had an edge to it, and although it was still aiming at the floor his dick was clearly headed upwards. "Nice wedding cakes," he commented.

Dave walked to Joey and wrapped his arms around him, feeling a spark as their dicks touched. "How about we clean up and then you can have some dessert?" he asked.

"Sounds good to me," Joey replied. With a grin he pulled away and led Dave into the bathroom.

The suite was luxurious, with a walk-in shower that easily accommodated them both. It didn't get much notice though: by the time the water was hot they both were too, and they spent as much time ass-grabbing as they did soaping up. They hadn't finished rinsing off before Dave had Joey pinned against the wall, grinding their slick bodies together as Joey jerked them both off.

"Fuck you feel so good," Joey panted. He'd always found Dave's furrier body sexy (at least, since they'd started having sex), but the feel of all that hairy muscle rubbing agains his smooth skin never failed to get his engine revving.

"You too," Dave replied as he nuzzled the shorter man's ear. "Can't wait to get that fatty inside me." He ground their crotches together for emphasis.

"Oh yeah," Joey said. "But I think you said something about eating some ass..."

"*I said something about taking a fat cock," Dave replied with a grin, "but we could do that too."

"Sweet," Joey responded. "Lemme up so we can rinse off. I wanna do some fuckin'."

"That's my man," Dave said as he pulled back, "knows how to keep me happy."

The rinsing was over in a hurry, and the drying off was barely sufficient to keep them from dripping on the floor. The two of them grinned like maniacs the whole time as though they'd never seen each other naked before and this was the first time. "That's enough of that," Dave growled, "time to get your ass on the bed."

"You gonna do your husbandly duty then?"

"Betcher sweet ass I will."

Joey launched onto the bed face down and legs spread, and looked over his shoulder at his spouse. "Attend me, husband."

Dave took a moment to take Joey in. Not just his body--he'd get to that--but his grin, the way his damp brown hair hung over his eyes a little, the cocky vibe he was giving off. I really did get the whole package, he thought fondly.

"What?" Joey was still smiling but had noticed the pause.

Dave had been ready to pounce--he was hard as a rock--but decided he wanted a little more than bro sex tonight. "Just lookin'," he said, and climbed slowly onto the bed to hover over Joey's smaller frame. He lowered himself slightly, resting part of his weight onto Joey's back while the smaller man looked back at him with a quizzical smile. "You're so fucking handsome," he whispered in Joey's ear.

Joey's expression softened. "I'm the lucky one," he said. He and Dave weren't super-romantic that much, but...it occurred to him that maybe on their honeymoon they could be a little more...couple-y. Plus: he did love the crap out of Dave. "Thank you," he said quietly. He could instantly see it was the right thing to say, and the look on Dave's face filled him with a warm glow.

"Love you too," Dave murmured and kissed him on the lips, then on his left trap. "But you can thank me in a few minutes." His mouth moved lower, stopping every inch or two to leave another kiss before continuing down Joey's spine and then to the top of his ass crack. He gripped the small jock's smooth ass cheeks and spread them apart, and when his tongue touched the top of the cleft a wave of goose bumps pebbled their flesh.

"Oh." It was barely a noise at all, but Joey couldn't have stopped it if he'd wanted to: he knew what was coming. The kisses kept moving lower, on one glute and then the other, but in between...in between Dave's tongue flicked over his ass crack, closer and closer to his tender hole. He arched his back, pooching up in the air so Dave could keep moving south, until finally he felt the wet tickling touch he craved pass over his pucker. That was enough to make him grip the sheets and let out a moan that was definitely louder.

"Mmhmm," Dave rumbled in satisfaction. He pried Joey's cheeks fully apart and tickled the exposed center until it fluttered at his touch, then traced lower along Joey's taint until he could wrap his lips around the jock's smooth ball sack. Joey's taste made his mouth water, and the faint whimpers and moans that accompanied his tongue bath were music to his ears. When he wrapped one mitt around Joey's massive shaft and gave it a slow tug the wrestler let out a hungry "Aaaahh!" His hand moved lower as his tongue moved higher, timing it so he could twist his palm over the slick glans at the same time his tongue pushed into Joey's rosebud.

"Oh fuck Davey! Oh fuck yes!" Joey pushed his ass back into Dave's face, the joint sensations from cock and hole pure ecstasy. He'd always been aggressive in bed, but Dave had shown him how much pleasure he could have when he let go and just enjoyed the ride. If someone had asked he would've still said he was pretty much a top, but Dave knew what he liked better than anyone he'd ever been with. These days he was shooting his load with Dave's fat mushroom head deep inside him almost as much as he was doing the fucking.

Not today though. Dave was making him feel so fucking good, and they would've both been fine if things had just progressed as they'd started. But this was Dave, his teammate turned fuck buddy turned best friend turned love of his life, and he wanted to return the pleasure he was feeling. With a final groan at the sensation in his ass he reached back and pushed Dave's head away. "I wanna do you," he panted. Dave's face and shoulders were flushed--he always looked that way when he was truly horned up--and the look in his eyes said he was ready for anything.

Joey twisted around onto his back and sat up, pulling Dave into a deep kiss, tongue to tongue. "I wanna do you too," he repeated when they came up for air.

"Mm mm." Dave shook his head. "I need that dick," he said huskily. Working Joey over had been foreplay enough for him: his own dick was throbbing and his asshole ached to be filled. Joey had a sweet, tender side that he didn't often let people see, but they were both torqued up and what he needed now was the jock with the cock. "Need you to fuck me good," he growled as he crawled up the bed over Joey's body. He stopped briefly to work over the smaller man's nipples, then moved up to his neck. He ground their crotches together, their shafts slick with mingled precum.

"Like the first time," Joey said. When they'd discovered how much pleasure they could give each other.

Dave looked down on him and smiled enthusiastically. "Yeah, just like that." He rolled off the bed to rummage in his bag for the lube. Luckily he'd had the foresight to pack it in an outside pocket where it was easy to find. He hopped back on the bed and straddled Joey's hips, shafts touching, and dribbled the liquid over them both. "Oh fuck yeah," he sighed as Joey gripped them together, stroking until the silicone coated them both. Another squirt went on his index finger and then up his chute; his eyes slid shut briefly as he enjoyed the stimulation front and back.

"That feel good?" Joey asked knowingly.

"Mmhmm." Dave bit his lower lip as he rocked his hips. Adding a second finger was no trouble at all.

"Fuck you look hot like that." Joey twisted his wrist around their cock heads and Dave whimpered, then rose up on his knees.

"Need your cock babe," he muttered thickly. Fingers weren't near enough anymore: he needed to be stretched open and filled up. When Joey pushed the base of his shaft up so it was vertical Dave lost no time lining up until the massive head was pressing on his back door. "Fuck yesss..." he hissed, and began lowering himself. He remembered the first time he'd ever done this, and how he'd had to work to take that 8" beast in. But after two years of getting fucked regularly, including some memorable drive-by sessions bent over the kitchen table, Dave was more than capable of handling the cowboy position. "Mmmm...." The fat head penetrated his ring. "Uhhhnnn..." Sliding inside, stretching hm open. "Fuuuck yeeesss Joey...." Deeper and deeper, grinding against his prostate. "Uhnnn...fuuuuck...." And now his balls were resting against Joey's trimmed brown pubes and he was fully stuffed.

"Fuck, Davey, you feel so good on my dick."

"Uh huh..." Dave began rocking back and forth, his dick dripping as Joey's shaft probed his guts. He pinched his nipples, enjoying the electric shock of sensation from them to his groin. When Joey started jerking him off he gasped and clenched instinctively.

"Yeah, work that ass baby," Joey encouraged. "So fuckin' tight...." Dave responded with a groan as his dick leaked even more, and began grinding more energetically. "Mmhmm...ride my cock...just like that."

"Fuck Joey--oh fuck!" Dave's voice was tight with need as Joey's cock worked him into a frenzy. He bent forward to engage in a hungry kiss, and Joey took the opportunity to begin fucking up into him. "Unnh! Harder!!" he panted, "Gonna--unh!--fuckin' come!" He was forced to brace his fists on the headboard as Joey began pounding against him, then used the leverage to push back into each thrust. "AHH that fuckin' cock!! Give it to me! Give it!! Give awfuuckyes ah ah AH AH AAAAHGOD!!" He saw stars as he came, jets of hot liquid splashing against his chest and his husband's as Joey milked him. "UNH UUUNNH UNH Unh Uh uh uhhh...phhhhew...." He collapsed forward, still twitching when Joey's gooey fist polished his hypersensitive knob, but happily relaxed.

Joey smiled with satisfaction as Dave's body settled onto his. The big dork's orgasm had come on so fast he'd beaten Joey to the punch by a long shot, but Dave always had this dopey post-O face that made Joey smile it was so sweet and lovable. He ran his free left hand through Dave's thick dark hair and kissed the side of his face. "Feel good babe?" he murmured.

"Always," Dave sighed happily. He nuzzled Joey's neck. "Always." He knew he had about a minute before Joey started bitching about getting squished under Dave's 190 lb frame, but right now he was happy to enjoy the afterglow and the raw physical sensation of their cummy bodies pressed together while Joey's rock-hard monster was still inside him. Which...hmmm.... "Did you come? I kinda lost track there."

"Nah, not yet," Joey said. "You were having too good a time to make you wait for me." He played with Dave's hair a little bit more. "It was pretty fuckin' hot."

Dave pressed up so he could look Joey in the face. "Well you know, if you want it to be like the first time then you should definitely get fucked yourself, stud."

Joey's eyebrows twitched in amusement. "You gonna call Aaron in for a replay?"

Dave chuckled. "Maybe not that. But I could probably think of something...." He nuzzled Joey's earlobe, putting a little teeth into it this time.

"Yeah," Joey sighed, "that might work." Dave's ass was warm and slick and tight around him, but the oral attention he'd gotten earlier was still on his mind. He'd been ready for something bigger then and he wouldn't mind it now.

"Mmm...we'll just have to see, huh?" Dave pulled himself off Joey with a wet pop, then began kissing his way down his neck, reversing his previous path. He tugged on Joey's nipples, already stiff and sensitive, until the wrestler was squirming. Then lower, through the smeared patches of jizz on the jock's smooth belly until his lips were brushing the soft fur in his groin. Dave's tongue lapped along the border with the smooth skin on Joey's thighs before he continued his journey.

Joey grabbed behind his knees and pulled up and out, exposing his hole for whatever Dave wanted to do with it. At the first touch of wet muscle probing his sphincter he opened immediately: his body remembered where Dave had left off and didn't need any prompting to welcome the jock's tongue. "Aaahhhh!" Fuck it felt so good when Davey did that to him! The wet probing inside, the maddening tickle from the wiggling tip... "Oh fuuuck Davey, yes! Fuuuuck yeaaaaahh!" He palmed the back of Dave's skull with his left hand, encouraging him to go deeper; it was almost impossible to keep his other hand off his leaking dick.

Dave dove in with relish. He positioned his thumbs at the pink ring surrounding Joey's hairless hole, then pulled apart until the gaping opening was defenseless. When he speared the center with his tongue it met no resistance; he was free to probe and tease to his heart's content until Joey was reduced to a quivering gibbering mess. The sounds he made were music to Dave's ears, knowing he could make the smaller man feel so good with just his mouth. In no time he was fully hard again and ready to give Joey the same pleasure he'd just gotten. "You ready for me?" he asked. He knew the answer, but hearing Joey say it was part of the thrill.

"Oh fuck yes!" Joey was practically babbling he was so thirsty. "Get in there stud." He was beyond ready. "Fuck my brains out." He grabbed his ankles and veed his legs up and out, eager to be filled.

Dave slid in easily--he always did. Top or bottom, Joey always committed 100% to the sex they had; it never got old. He was balls-deep in seconds flat, nuts resting against Joey's taint and loving the warm grip of jock guts on his cock. He rolled his hips slowly, enjoying the friction on his length as well as the flush spreading across his partner's chest and face. "Mmmm...," he rumbled, "yeah...."

"Ahhh!...." Joey knew his voice was becoming a high-pitched whine, but he didn't give a shit: the teasing back and forth of Dave's fat head across his p spot was driving him into a frenzy. "More," he panted.

"Yeah," Dave agreed, starting to breath hard. He increased the length of his thrusts and both of them grunted from the extra stimulation. Joey's was breathier though--needier--and Dave couldn't blame him: it was how he sounded when Joey was deep inside him and he was desperate for more. Sounds they'd both made two years ago.... An evil thought crept into his head as he remembered the events of that life-changing day. He pushed deep in until his pubes were crushed against Joey's ass, then paused. When Joey's blissed-out expression registered the change in rhythm, and the first hint of frustration showed, Dave leaned down onto his elbows until their faces were nearly touching. "Who's my bitch now, beeyotch?" he asked with a roguish grin. He rolled his hips slightly: just enough to keep Joey on edge.

Joey barked out a laugh that was equal parts amusement and frustration. "You asshole!" He smiled and grasped the sides of Dave's head. "You know I'm your beeyotch, beeyotch." He locked his ankles around Dave's hips. "Now fuck my brains out you sexy motherfucker."

"Yes sir!" Dave slid his tongue into Joey's mouth and began rolling his hips in earnest, his fat mushroom head pressing over and over against Joey's magic spot until the jock was moaning in ecstasy into Dave's kisses. Dave redoubled his pace and Joey responded by pulling their bodies even more tightly together, slick with sweat, lube, and the remnants of Dave's load. His abs and legs tightened in sync with Dave's thrusts, urging his cock to go deeper and faster, while his increasingly hungry cries did the same. Lost in the feel of flesh on flesh, Dave found himself echoing Joey's whimpers as his balls began pulling up in the first electric tingles of pre-orgasm.

Joey was well ahead of him. Overwhelmed by the physical sensations of Dave's muscular body on his, their sweaty bodies rubbing and squeezing together with his cock trapped between them, and the glorious feel of Dave's cock battering his prostate, he exploded. He would've cried out, cursed, begged for more, but Dave's tongue was raping his mouth and all he could do was writhe and moan as he opened himself to his husband's body in every way. His asshole spasmed, increasing the pressure from Dave's cock on his sensitive guts until he wanted to scream. Cum geysered from him in what felt like an endless flood, and the added lubrication sensitized his cock even more until the overwhelming pleasure was almost unbearable. Every nerve in his body was alive to Dave's touch and he reveled in it, raking his hands over the top's broad back as though he might fuse their bodies together.

Dave felt the change in Joey's rhythm, and then the smaller wrestler was going nuts beneath him, wailing like a banshee into his mouth while liquid warmth coated their torsos. Dave loved feeling Joey come, no matter who was doing what, and he ground harder to make Joey's orgasm as good as he could. The spastic clamping around his dick was working him into a frenzy as well, and when Joey's nails raked across his back that was the final push he needed. With a roar he battered Joey's hole, each thrust building on the last until he exploded. The sounds of their wet bodies sliding together were drowned out by their moans and cries until finally they both ground to a stop, red-faced, sweaty, and panting as though they'd just done an interval set.

"Holy shit." Joey was the first one to speak. His body had gone slack, but he still had his arms and legs wrapped around Dave's body. "I mean...holy shit. That was awesome."

"Yeah it was." Dave was still breathing hard himself. He collapsed fully onto Joey, too wiped out to hold himself up. "You were amazing," he murmured into Joey's ear. He rolled to one side, taking Joey with him so they were still entangled, but Joey was no longer having to support his weight. "Wow."

"Yeah wow," Joey agreed. He smiled and pushed a lock of hair out of Dave's eyes. "You were awesome. I think I dropped a couple of pounds of jizz there."

Dave laughed. "I think you gained that much back from me." He caressed the side of Joey's face, and the two of them just lay there for a minute, gazing tenderly at each other. "Guess this marriage thing isn't so bad, huh?" he said, finally.

Joey gave a lopsided grin. "If we don't fuck each other to death."

Dave returned the look. "Guess we'll just have to find out, huh?"

Joey nodded. "Love you, big guy."

"Love you too Joey."

Their long and successful marriage had gotten off to a perfect start.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Part 4: "Graduation Present"

"Y'know, you guys are really all right." Kevin was slurring his words, but the other two were pretty fucked up too, so they barely noticed and cared less.

"Thanks Kev. Solid C+ there." Matt gave him a lazy sour look meant to give the Sigma Nu president shit more than express any offense.

"Nah, I mean...I mean, you and Brenner, you're cool, y'know. I mean Cal," the big jock paused to roll his eyes, "you were a fucking pain in my ass the first three years. But you guys are cool. I mean that. And it's not just the...y'know...general chemical situation here. You're cool."

"Thanks man, that's really nice. I mean, I really appreciate it. You were really cool about, y'know, us." Cal's eyes were at half-mast: despite a generous dose of molly (that seemed to have been cut with something to keep him up this late), the several hours of drinking and were taking their toll. He wasn't ready to pass out, but it was starting to dawn on him that it was pushing 3 a.m. But he was still feeling the warm glow of the X, and Matt was warm beside him on Kevin's couch, and he felt like he had a lot of bonding with his brothers to catch up on still. Even if their president was the only one still (semi) awake with them.

"Nah, it's good. You really turned over a new leaf, y'know? Like, I really appreciated that. Really." Kevin slid marginally lower in his stained lounge chair and propped his size 12s up on the coffee table as he spoke, getting comfortable. Cal realized it was the drugs talking--X always made him horny--but he couldn't help noticing (yet again) that their president was packing. It wasn't so obvious on his big frame--at 240 lbs give or take Kevin was bigger than Cal--but Cal had learned a lot about judging dick size in the last 18 months and there was definitely something there. That, and the social media comments Sir had made him read last year made it clear that Kevin was porn star material. And the fucker had turned out to be a solid dude, so Cal couldn't even hate him for being an asshole.

"Thanks man," Cal said, "you've been great. Like, I really appreciate you talking the brothers around and shit."

"Nah, it's good man. You decided to stop being a dick, thanks to this guy--" he nudged Matt's knee with one long leg, making Matt grin with just the faintest blush--"and I was just your vibe man after that."

Fuck, why did the guy have to be so modest? Cal thought. Too fucking perfect. "No really Kev. I was...I mean...you gave me a second chance." Shit, was he tearing up? But he had to say it--these guys were the best. "You and Matt," he shot his boyfriend an adoring glance, "you guys really--" he wiped his eyes as quickly as he could--"you really saved my ass I think. Like, for real." He turned to his left and looked deep into Matt's dark eyes as he leaned in for a kiss. Matt's tongue pushed into his mouth as he put his right arm around Cal's shoulder, and late as it was he felt himself responding. It was only yesterday that Matt's cock had slid into him for a spontaneous nooner, but he knew he wouldn't be able to go to sleep without getting some first. The kiss was pretty PG, but he could tell from the way Matt's body moved that they were on the same wavelength.

"Man, you guys are so lucky," Kevin sighed.

"Huh?" Cal realized that the PDA had maybe gone on longer than he'd intended. Still felt good though.

"I mean, fucking is great and all, but sometimes I feel like maybe I should've gotten a long-term thing while I had the chance." That was definitely the drugs talking, Cal thought, because no one in their frat had ever, EVER said something like that out loud. But still: Kevin looked so sad saying it, his square jaw lowered and those brown eyes looking like an abandoned puppy. If Cal didn't know better he'd think the jock was working it, but instead he just looked...sad. And it was definitely the substances that made him speak up.

"No man, come on, you're awesome. You'll totally land a girl when you want. I mean, you're graduating with a fucking finance degree, so you'll be rich in like 5 years, and you're a great guy, and you've got a rockin' bod, so come on: you're the package."

"Yeah Kev, listen to him, you're a catch," Matt chimed in. "I mean come on, you've *got the fuckin' package." He gestured at the jock's crotch with his free hand. His right thumb idly ran up and down the back of Cal's neck, sending chills through him. He was definitely going to need to see the tall jock naked before they sacked out.

Kevin gave his groin a quick squeeze, a sideways grin appearing as he did. "Yeah, it's not too bad. I grew it myself." He chuckled at the dad joke.

His movement had tightened the shorts fabric, tucking it in around his dick, and Cal couldn't stop himself from staring at the thick tube it revealed: the thing had to be 8" from the root to the clearly-outlined cut head. He felt himself stiffening at the sight, and licked his lips without thinking. The movement caught Kevin's eye and his grin widened. "Checking it out, ya big perv?' he joked. Cal felt his face heat.

"He loves big dicks," Matt said casually. From the increased pressure on the back of Cal's neck he knew the lanky jock knew exactly what he was doing with his thumb. Cal felt himself redden further, but at the same time his urge to lean into it was almost irresistible. He suddenly remembered that he was wearing some of his special underwear, the kind that got them both in the mood. And he was definitely in the mood now: his growing hard on was pushing against the silky fabric in a delicious way.

"Yeah, I can see that," Kevin replied, nodding at Cal's crotch. He didn't seem upset by what he saw, but then he'd always been laid back. Kevin moved his hands away and spread his legs. "Enjoy the free show buddy," he remarked. Cal couldn't have looked away if he'd wanted to. He wasn't 100 percent sure, but it seemed like Kevin had thickened up slightly, like maybe he was getting off a little on showing off. Cal bit his lower lip as the view conjured up memories of Brian in a similar pose, beer can dick pointing straight up as Cal crawled to him with his tongue out. "Ha!" Kevin snorted. "He is totally gonna jump your bones tonight Matt. Shit." Cal realized he'd started sliding his thumb over the edge of his crotch, the movement automatic. And apparently a lot more obvious than he'd realized. His face turned even brighter red he was sure, but at the same time he felt the flush spreading across his body as his arousal grew.

"Yeah he is," Matt agreed. "Thanks for warming him up for me."

"Happy to help a brother out," Kevin agreed lazily. He slumped a little lower in the chair, giving his thighs room to move a couple more inches apart. Cal could see right up his shorts leg now, or at least enough to clearly see the president's glans--he'd definitely lengthened up a bit. "Nice view, huh Brenner?" Cal nodded, his throat too dry to speak. He stopped pretending he wasn't playing with himself, and just began full-on rubbing his dick through his shorts. Kevin laughed at the sight. "Fuck man, he gets even hornier on X than I do."

"Yeah he does," Matt agreed. He tugged on Cal's earlobe with his teeth. "Don't you babe?"

"Uh huh," Cal squeaked. The combination of booze, drugs, and lust was making it hard to think straight, let alone speak coherently.

"You want a closer look?" Matt breathed in his ear.

"Uh huh." It was all he could do not to pull his dick out right then and there.

Kevin chuckled. "Be my guest man. At least someone's appreciating it tonight." He smiled at Cal through lidded eyes. "Here." He pulled his thick calves off the table and shoved it to one side, then settled back into his chair with his legs spread again; his dick wasn't hard, but it was definitely bigger. He leaned back and clasped his hands behind his head, making his huge biceps pop. "Enjoy, buddy."

Cal felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude wash over him, that he would have such a good friend who would be cool with him in this way. He knew it was the X talking, but that didn't make the feeling any less real. Or his dick any less hard. Matt barely had to nudge his neck and he was on his knees in front of Kevin. He took a minute to take in the entire sight before him: Kevin's square face with its slightly bent nose, gelled brown hair swept up like a cartoon character's, and full lips twisted into a knowing grin; the bulge of his pecs outlined by a black tee shirt; the light brown hair dusting his forearms and the heavier fur on his calves and thighs. But inevitably his hungry gaze landed on the tan shorts the fraternity president was wearing, and the bulge snaking down the right leg. He stared at it for a minute, hungrily watching it grow. He wasn't even aware he was getting closer until he found he'd rested his hand on Kevin's right knee. "Heh. You like that view bud?" Cal nodded dumbly.

"You sure like putting it on," Matt said behind him. Cal turned at the sound of his voice and saw Matt was blatantly groping himself through his own board shorts.

Kevin shrugged. "What can I say man? I like an audience. And like I said, this shit makes me horny."

"You want some help with that?" Cal finally managed to say. His voice was a lot less sexy than he'd aimed for--more of a croak--but Kevin didn't seem to mind.

"Whatever's clever man. Not gonna say no." His tone was casual, but the outline of his cock said he was eager to go.

That was good enough for Cal. He leaned forward and kissed the inside of Kevin's knee, then ran the tip of his tongue slowly up his inner thigh. His hand tugged on the hem of Kevin's shorts, and with only a little work he was able to get the massive glans poking out. His tongue slid up to meet it, and then his lips made contact. He could smell the musky aroma of Kevin's crotch as he pushed his face in, similar to Matt but with its own uniqueness: meatier, somehow. Or maybe he was mixing that up with the taste of that warm cock. In any case, it was making him ravenous for more.

Kevin unbuttoned his shorts and lifted his hips long enough to slide them below his hips; his dick slapped meatily against his stomach as he did. Cal quickly tugged them below the jock's knees and out of the way. He paused to admire the sight before him: Kevin slumped like some sort of warrior awaiting his due, lightly furred thighs spread for him. In the middle, the massive trunk rising up from a forest of fur, hairy balls below and deep red helmet at the top. Cal's mouth watered and his asshole twitched as he took it all in. He didn't need Kevin's invitation to press his face into the junction of pubes and thigh, or to huff in his masculine scent; the moan that escaped him was purely instinctual. His tongue bathed the base of Kevin's shaft, then began working up its length. He was vaguely aware of the president wriggling to get his shorts the rest of the way off his legs, but once they were gone he appreciated the fact that Kevin was now free to spread his thighs wider. Cal dove back down to tongue his nuts, salty and meaty, and moaned again when Kevin grabbed his skull to guide him in. They both made satisfied grunts ad he bathed the warm sack, although Cal's were the hungrier of the two.

"Fuck yeah, get on it Brenner," Kevin murmured approvingly. "Lick 'em good."

Cal was too happy to obey, his mind pleasurably fogged with drugs and lust. "Yes daddy," he sighed. He'd never expected anything to happen with his fraternity brother, but he was so happy he'd been wrong. Brian hadn't been over in more than a week, and he realized now how much he missed the delivery man's fat cock in his mouth while Matt had his way with him. Did it really matter who the two daddy's were, as long as he was pleasing them?

Kevin raised one eyebrow. "Damn dude, you're a little kinky huh?"

"Uh huh," Cal responded. His tongue was halfway up the shaft already, eager to have the fat head back in his mouth. Preferably with a load of fresh cum for him.

"Yeah he is." Matt was there suddenly, warm body pressed against his back while one hand reached around him and rubbed his crotch. "You like daddy Kevin's cock babe?"

"Yes daddy," he sighed in between slurps. Matt's touch felt so good, Kevin's cock tasted so good.... He fumbled with his shorts, trying to unsnap them so Matt could get to him. "So good..."

"Fuck, you're so hot baby," Matt panted. His warmth left Cal's side as he sat back, allowing both of his hands to help Cal's with his shorts. It didn't take long to loosen them; after that it was a matter of a few seconds for them to be down to his knees. Matt's hands slid over his glutes, the faint scrape of his calloused hands sending chills up Cal's spine. "Oh man," he said, "you are so fucking hot." He tugged on the straps of the bright red silk jock, pulling Cal's ass against the bulge in his board shorts.

"Take my pussy Daddy," Cal moaned, head spinning with drugs and lust. "Breed my hole." He pushed against Matt, his asshole practically aching with need. His tongue traced the length of Kevin's shaft and he caught a bemused look on the president's face as he watched Cal slutting out. Once Cal's lips were wrapped back around his head Kevin leaned back with a sigh and his eyes fluttered shut. Cal squeezed the shaft and increased his suction, and was rewarded with a fresh trickle of precum.

"That's it, suck it," Kevin murmured. His right hand palmed the back of Cal's head, encouraging him on, he sighed again. "Fuck that's some good head..."

Cal made a hungry noise as he slobbered over Kevin's meat, but it was less for the cock in his mouth than the wet finger Matt just slid into his hole. When it brushed his prostate he moaned again and pushed back. "Put your cock in me Daddy...I need to get fucked," he urged, then latched back onto Kevin's shaft with renewed vigor.

"You got any lube Kev?" Matt asked; Cal could hear the arousal in his voice.

"Bedside table," Kevin panted, "got some lotion--fuck Cal, keep doing that!" He pushed deep into Cal's mouth, glans swelling as Cal swabbed the underside. Cal rolled his head from side to side, attacking Kevin's helmet from all angles as the big jock squirmed in pleasure. Cal heard a drawer opening, but didn't pay much attention: until Matt gave him what he needed he only had one other thing on his mind.

"Mmmmhh!" he grunted. His dick throbbed, even more than his hole, but he resisted the urge to touch either: Matt would be taking care of him soon enough. Instead he satisfied himself with returning his attention to Kevin's nuts: so musky, warm, and full of cream. "Mmmmm..." he repeated; Kevin sighed in agreement and spread his thighs to enable him free access; his sack tightened as Cal's tongue bathed the sensitive flesh.

"You ready baby?" Matt purred. Focused on giving head, Cal hadn't noticed Matt's return until a slick finger began swirling over his pucker. The touch sent a bolt of pleasure through his core and up to the crown of his head and he moaned as he dug his fingers into Kevin's furry thighs.

"Daddy--" he gasped--"OH!" Matt's finger was sliding into him already, lighting his sensitive inner flesh on fire. "Oh please Daddy, fuck me!" He pressed his face into Kevin's groin, huffing in the masculine jock scent of his pubes, and his eyes slid shut in ecstasy. "Fuck your little girl daddy..." He arched his back and Matt obliged him with another finger. "Yeeessss...you make my pussy so wet," he whined. Part of him wondered what Kevin was thinking of all this, but he was too dick drunk to care.

"Yes baby, that's it," Matt said. His voice had that low throaty tone that said he was as horned up as Cal was. His fingers withdrew, but were immediately replaced with something more substantial. "Open up for me girl." The pressure on his hole increased and Cal moaned. "Open up for us."

"Oh yes," Cal whined, "yes!" He looked up to see Kevin's gaze on him, hungry and demanding. Wanting the same thing Cal did. Locking his eyes on the president's brown ones he returned his lips to the massive cock in front of him. As he did Matt pushed into him, filling his other hole, and he let out a muffled sob of pleasure.

"Good girl," Matt said, "you're so hot..." His bush pressed into Cal's ass, and then he was balls-deep in the big jock. His palms ran up Cal's back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake until they came to rest on Cal's traps. He squeezed, massaging and soothing even as he used his grip to brace himself. "You feel so good baby..." He began rocking his hips, slowly for now, and Cal moaned as he clenched his ring around Matt's shaft. "That's it, work your pussy..."

The pleasure coming from his hole was making Cal's head spin, and Matt hadn't even touched his cock yet. His lust grew with each thrust, and it was only natural to begin moving in response, impaling his body backwards onto Matt's cock, then rocking forward to swallow Kevin's leaking shaft. Both men slid deeper into him as his ass and throat loosened, welcoming them.

"That's it baby," Matt encouraged, "swallow his cock. You look so hot like that." His hips rolled, not yet slapping against Cal's ass, but pushing forcefully now.

"Jesus," Kevin groaned, "he always suck your dick like this?' His fingers clutched Cal's skull, rubbing and guiding.

"Pretty much every day," Matt grunted.

"Fuckin' A, no wonder you're always late for shit."

"You like it huh?"

"Ffff...yah duh. It's not pussy, but I can definitely see the appeal." Another sweet droplet coated Cal's tongue. "Uhh...keep it up Brenner." His voice tightened and he wrapped one fist around his shaft, squeezing in time with Cal's sucking. "Yeah, fuckin'...yeah, suck it just like that." His glans swelled, becoming even more rigid and leaking more profusely. "Aw, shit!" He squirmed in pleasure.

"Make him come baby," Matt panted. Now he was pounding against Cal. "Lemme see you swallow daddy Kevin's load."

"Gettin' close," Kevin grunted, "where you want it Brenner?"

Cal said nothing, letting his groan of pleasure speak for him. Matt's battering of his prostate was leaving him increasingly incoherent, but he knew when a cock was about to erupt in his mouth and he was hungry for the treat Kevin was preparing. _Fill me up, he urged mentally.

"HuuhnnuhnnUHH!" And with that Kevin granted his wish. Cal massaged the beefy jock's nuts with one hand as they drained, urging them to release every drop, and his mouth quickly overflowed with the heady taste of cum. The excess leaked past his lips, and he reveled in the picture he knew he presented.

Kevin eventually finished dumping his load and let his head drop back against the chair with an exhausted "fuuuck yeah..." while Cal swabbed the remaining juice off his monster. He'd just finished tonguing the jock's nuts clean when Matt pulled him up off his hands into a kneeling posture; Cal moaned as the new position let Matt work his hole from a different angle.

"Fuck baby, you look so hot," Matt panted in his ear, and Cal turned his head for a deep kiss. Kevin's load trickled down his chin and then his throat, marking him as the slut he'd become. "You ready to come for daddy?" he growled. Cal knew that tone: it meant Matt was close. A shiver went through him like it always did at the thought of Matt's seed deep inside him.

"You first Daddy," he panted, "I want my pussy full when I come." He clenched his ass for emphasis and Matt grunted. "Breed me daddy," he whined, "breed your little girl." He pushed his his back, meeting Matt's thrusts.

"Yeah baby," Matt panted, "fill you up..." He grunted rhythmically as their bodies slapped together, faster and faster, until with a final shout he began coming. Four powerful thrusts and then Cal felt the warm wetness on his taint and balls that said Matt was overflowing just like their fraternity brother had done a minute ago at Cal's other end.

"Yes Daddy, yes!" Cal chanted, "fuck yes, fill my pussy! Ahh yes! You feel so good!" He could feel his balls pulling up tight as his own orgasm approached.

"Come for me baby," Matt growled, "show Daddy how much you love his cock." His orgasm might be winding down, but that didn't stop the battering he was giving to Cal's hole. He nipped Cal's earlobe and slide his right hand inside the silk pouch of Cal's jock. "Come for Daddy," he ordered, and began tugging on Cal's shaft.

"Oh yes! Yes, like that Daddy! Uh huh, uhnnn oh God yes Daddy you're making me come! Your cock feels so good UHHHNNN YES FUCK ME YES DADDY AH AH AH!!!!" Cal bucked uncontrollably as he surrendered his body to Matt's, his world nothing but raw physical sensation as he exploded into the top's hand. "AHHHH!!"

"Yes baby, yes," Matt chanted, "so hot, so fucking hot." His breath was fire in Cal's ear as he hugged Cal's sweaty body to his. "Ride my cock baby."

"Uh huh..." Cal moaned weakly; his orgasm had crested and he was slowly regaining his senses. He kept his hips moving even as the river of cum he'd unleashed slowed to a trickle: he wasn't ready to end the sensation of Matt moving inside him.

Eventually they stopped and Cal opened his eyes, suddenly aware of the amount of jizz on and in him, and that Kevin was still very much there; he felt his face redden.

The fraternity brother didn't seem bothered though: he had an amused expression on his face and his eyebrows were slightly raised in appreciation. "Well you two sure know how to put on a show," he drawled.

"Heh," Matt chuckled, "guess we kinda got into it there. Sorry about that." If he sounded abashed it wasn't much.

"Whatever man, not the first time I've watched another guy fuck. Never with another dude, but hey, let you do you, right?"

"Absolutely," Matt agreed; Cal could hear the smile in his voice.

Kevin looked at his watch. "Aw man, it's like, almost 4:00." He stood up, pulling up his shorts. "I'm gonna crash. You guys can crash on the sofa or whatever if you want I guess--kind of a tight fit though."

Matt slid out of Cal's ass with a wet pop, then pulled up his own underwear and shorts as he stood. "Nah, I think we'll jet, right babe?"

Cal staggered to his feet as well. He wouldn't have minded sticking around to see if Kevin would want another round in the morning, but deep down he recognized that this was going to be a one-off thing and there was no sense pushing it. And crashing in his own bed sounded better than a couch or the floor, even if it meant a 15 minute walk. Which did bring up one issue... "You uh, have a towel or anything I could use to, you know...." He gestured at the sticky mess that was his torso.

Kevin laughed. "Yeah, you do need a bit of a cleanup." He looked around his room, considering, then rummaged in a bureau drawer until he pulled out a dust rag. He tossed it to Cal. "Here ya go. These make pretty good jizz rags." He grinned at the expression on Cal's face. "It's those or a whole lot of Kleenex, amirite?"

Cal considered the load he'd just struggled to swallow, and realized the big guy was probably right. He finished his quick wipedown and held out the gooey rag. "Uh where?..." He didn't see a laundry basket.

Kevin held up his hands in refusal. "No man, you keep it. This was fun and all, but I do not need a souvenir." His grinned widened. "And I bet you boys'll want one." Cal tried to cover his blush by bending over to pull up his shorts, but he wasn't sure he succeeded.

Matt leaned into the moment however. "I know someone will," he chuckled. "C'mon Cal, let's head."

There was an awkward pause at the door that Kevin broke by giving them each a quick bro hug. "Take it easy guys; I'll see you later before we all head out. Great graduation party." He closed the door behind them. Well, Cal thought, that certainly was a way to end his college years on a high note. Wherever he and Matt ended up down the road, he was at least off to a good start.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Part 5: "Someone's In Trouble"

"Heya Ben, how's it going?" Jeremy had just grabbed his Coors Light from the bar and was preparing to mingle with the rest of the Athletics Department staff at their annual Fourth of July party--it was one of the few times most of the departments had a lull, or at least enough of one to enjoy a few beers together.

"Mmm..." the football team's stocky Offensive Coordinator grumbled, "gimme one a those," he told the bartender. His bearded face held a mix of irritation and resignation.

"Uh oh," Jeremy said sympathetically. "I thought things were looking up? McShay was ready to step up as a starter, only a few guys graduating this year, you lured that Callegan kid over from Hanover..." He took a swig of his beer, welcoming the cold beverage; it was already a hot summer. "Seemed like it was going well." Ben didn't grumble much about his guys, so at least Jeremy would probably get a good story out of it.

"Yeah, a little too well. Apparently Callegan managed to get into McShay's girlfriend's pants before he even got to training camp. McShay found out, because Callegan's a cocky little shit who can't keep his mouth closed any better than his zipper, and they got into a brawl during practice. Chase and I knocked their heads together, but there's some serious bad blood there now. McShay won't back down because he's the starting QB, so why should he, and Callegan knows he's our best wide receiver in 10 years and our passing game is gonna struggle without him. And of course they're both 20 year old alphas who don't know how to let something go." Ben sighed and took a long pull on his beer, looking like he needed it.

"Young, dumb, and full of cum," Jeremy remarked, shaking his head in sympathy. He had a few minor head-butting incidents, but things had gotten a lot less complicated in the last couple years as the dick-sucking crew (as he thought of them) graduated. He hadn't lost his taste for a piece of jock ass, not by a long shot, but he had to admit it was a relief when players he'd thought were straight stopped throwing themselves at him--the stable of horny jocks he'd accumulated by the end of that season had been a lot to manage. Honestly, it was a miracle he hadn't gotten busted. He could only hope that no one decided to blab in the future, but as far as he knew no one was holding any grudges--quite the opposite actually, considering the multiple sendoffs he'd gotten--there was enough material in the spank bank just from those to keep him jerking off for years. Although the combination of Grinder-themed trips to Denver plus his side gig meant he didn't need to do that too often.

Ben was too busy sucking down most of his first beer to have noticed his mind wandering. "Yeah, that about sums it up. I tell you Jeremy, these are the most stubborn little fuckers I've dealt with in a long time--worse than me when I was their age!" He gave a rueful shake of his head. "I tell you, Chase and I need to figure something out with them. Because right now they've got no connection, and it's showing in their game. They run the patterns and it's fine, but I can see McShay making his passes just a little bit harder to complete, so he can make Callegan look bad. And Callegan knows it too, which just makes him dig in every chance he gets. Things don't turn around, we're gonna have to bench one of them." He took another long swig of beer and shook his head again with a sour face. "Shit."

Jeremy took a thoughtful pull on his bottle. His corporate masters (and whoever was behind them, but that was above his pay grade) had been pushing him lately to find some more "clients" for their sports medicine clinic, particularly aggressive ones. These guys seemed like they'd fit the bill, and the referral bonus would make a nice down payment on that new Wrangler he'd wanted. "Have you thought about getting a sports head doc in to work with them?" he asked.

"Pfff, you know we don't have money for that," Ben said.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But I actually got hooked up with this new clinic in town, and they've helped some of my guys out. They're doing medical research on athletes and they'll do all that shit for next to nothing, or even free. All they want is some blood samples and stuff for their studies." And they almost never start sucking dick afterwards, he added mentally.

"Oh yeah?" Ben looked cautiously hopeful.

"Uh huh. They've got rehab stuff, sports psychology, all that. I think they're trying to be like a regional center or something. Hang on." Jeremy pulled out his wallet. "Yeah, here's a card."

"'Delta Sports Therapy Center--for all your athletic needs.' Okay, thanks Jer, I'll talk to Chase and maybe we'll give your folks a shot. If they get this sorted out I'll be a happy man."

"They definitely helped some of my guys. Tell them I sent you and they'll treat you right."

"Sure thing, thanks. I'll let you know how it goes." With that the two of them wandered off into the crowd, chatting with the various other members of the athletics department enjoying the summer holiday.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

It only took a week for the coaches to reach their snapping point, and now the two athletes were bundled into the back of Chase's suburban, headed outside town to what the coaches were calling "Fix It Camp." A stony silence filled the car after the two of them started digging at each other again and Ben growled at them to "grow up or shut the fuck up." He and the Quarterback Coach had made it clear they had zero patience left for the drama.

The facility looked new and tidy, located in a two-story office building in a small commercial park it shared with a payroll company and a larger complex owned by a pharmaceutical outfit of some sort. There was an athletic field adjacent, with assorted workout stations set up plus what looked like a ropes course and some other non-standard setups, with a few teams of people doing various drills together in the morning sunshine. The boys only caught a brief view however before they entered the building lobby. A trim middle-aged woman in athletic garb stood up expectantly as they entered, her Delta Therapy ball cap and no-nonsense dark brown ponytail saying "Coach" as clearly as if she'd worn a sign.

"Coach Mulder, Coach Blevins," she nodded professionally to the two men, "I'm Kathy Chung."

"I'm Mulder, he's Blevins," Ben said with a smile. "Nice to meet you in person Coach Chung," he said, shaking her proffered hand. Various pleasantries followed while the two athletes stood by, clutching their duffel bags uncomfortably.

Coach greetings over, the Delta rep turned to the other two, noting the body language. Good: they were already off-balance. It'd make it easier to break them out of the alpha jock feedback loop they'd gotten themselves into. This wasn't her first rodeo with this sort of thing; she normally focused on taking well-functioning teams like the ones outside to the next level, but she had a playbook for dysfunction as well.

"Liam," she nodded to McShay, "Jackson," to Callegan, "glad to have you here. You understand that this is an intense two-week residential program, and that your participation in the football program this season depends on how you do, right? We'll be expecting you to actively participate in all activities, including counseling and team-building exercises. I'll be checking in with your coaches regularly and discussing your progress. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am," Liam nodded. Of the two he'd been the more cooperative according to his coaches, and his features had a more open expression than Callegan's. Where Liam sported a cropped brown beard to make up for his baby face, Callegan's square jaw with a day-old growth of auburn stubble made him look older than his 20 years. Add in the three inches and 20 pounds the wide receiver had on the quarterback's 5' 9", 165 lb frame, and she could see how McShay had trouble asserting himself. Not that the quarterback was a pushover, but from everything she'd heard Callegan wasn't the type to defer to anyone else unless he had to. And even not then apparently, since they were now her clients.

"Yep," Jackson chimed in--no "ma'am" from him. Well, you could lead a bull by the nose easily enough once you got the ring in.

"Good. Gentlemen, we've got some intake forms for you to take care of and we'll show you to your room. You can have lunch with the other folks and then we'll get to work. Coach Blevins, Coach Mulder, I'll be in touch Friday morning for an update, but feel free to reach out anytime." They shook hands and then the adults headed out, leaving the two athletes in the hands of Delta Sports Therapy.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Fuuuck me!" Jackson groaned as the two of them entered their shared dorm space. "Jesus what a bitch." The intake had been a breeze: a few forms, a blood (and hair for some reason) sample, and they were done. Neither one was thrilled about sharing a suite, but they had their own bedrooms and bathrooms, so the only reason to spend time together was if they wanted to watch a movie or grab a snack from the small fridge. The company had good food, and plenty of it--Delta was obviously used to hosting athletes and their appetites. It looked like they were the only overnight clients, but the rest of the people didn't seem to care much. Both football players were chagrined to realize that everyone else (a women's volleyball squad, four track and field guys, and a curling club (whatever that was)) was there voluntarily to up their game--apparently they were the only fuck-ups in the group. It left them odd men out, especially since the other groups were already tight with each other. So after some initial "hi"s they ended up sitting together despite themselves, each trying to ignore the other.

On that note they changed and headed out to the practice field, which was when things went to shit. It turned out that Coach Chung was chief ball-buster in charge of a squad of ball busters, and her idea of team bonding was to leave them too wiped out to raise a finger, let alone their voices. Even worse, she was relentlessly upbeat--Jackson's cursing was at the situation rather than her personally. But it meant that every time one of them bitched it just made them both look like assholes: most of the activities had them paired up against other attendees, and it was clear that their inability to work together was why they kept finishing near the bottom of the pack, whether it was the obstacle course, the three-legged race, or a simple pushup contest.

Jackson collapsed on the sofa leaving Liam to flop into the one chair. "Christ yeah," he agreed, running a hand over his beard and through his sandy hair. He was nowhere near forgiving the big ginger for banging his girlfriend, but he had developed a grudging respect for Jackson's toughness.

"You're gonna have to step it up tomorrow man," Jackson said.

"Tha fuck?!" Liam exclaimed, any positive feelings going up in smoke.

"Just sayin'. I'm too gassed to haul your ass up and over that wall again."

"Yeah? Is that why my 30 extra situps weren't enough to make up for your half-assed showing in the calisthenics contest?"

"I won the pushups part didn't I?!"

"But not by enough, and it was because you had to show off with those fucking clap pushups for the volleyball chicks! I fucking told you to knock it off!"

"I knew what I was doing!"

"Yeah? Then how come we lost the contest, genius?" Liam stood up in disgust; he was too tired and pissed off to want to waste more time on this discussion. "I'm hitting the shower. We've got an 8 a.m. start tomorrow. Don't be late." He stormed off to his room.

"I don't need you riding my ass!" Jackson shouted.

"Well someone has to!" Liam shouted back, and slammed the door.

Cursing the jackass he was stuck with for the next two weeks, Liam stripped out of his sweat-soaked clothes and hit the shower. It rapidly heated up and he sighed as he rinsed off under the jets, then began lathering up with some of the blue all-in-one shampoo/body wash/conditioner from the shower's pump dispenser. It left a pleasant faint warmth on his skin that was soothing, almost like a mild liniment, and had a pleasant herbal/musky smell he couldn't quite place, but liked.

He soaked for a couple minutes longer, letting the heat relax his muscles and wash away his irritation. As it faded he realized he was actually getting horny. That happened a lot after a game from all the adrenaline; apparently his body had decided today's competition was close enough, because he was definitely popping a stiffy. Mentally shrugging, he squirted a generous dollop of body wash into his right palm and began polishing his knob. He knew from experience that shampoo would leave him raw if he went on too long, but his dick was already throbbing--that wouldn't be a problem tonight. "Fuck yeah," he grunted, and began flogging his 7" shaft more vigorously, groaning as his palm polished the cut head. "Mmm..." He tilted his head back and pinched one nipple, then slid his hand down through his dense brown bush. While he was there.... He pumped a generous glob of bath gel into his left hand, then began rolling his nuts around in time with his strokes. He loved playing with his balls, or better yet, having someone else do it, so why not treat himself a bit? The feel of his slick fingers rubbing over his smooth sack turned him on even more, and he bit his lip as he felt them begin tightening up. Screw you Jackson, he thought, you can fuck with my day and my girlfriend but you can't fuck with this. As if to prove him wrong, an image of his teammate popped into his head unbidden: lightly tanned freckled skin glistening in the sun as he did those fucking clap pushups. Liam could picture it perfectly: the cocky smirk on his face, the way his muscles moved as he raised and lowered his body, even the way the dumbass had let his athletic shorts ride up into his ass crack, so you could practically see his nutsack trying to fly out of the thin inner liner...with a gasp Liam's hips jerked forward and he exploded, jets of cum making it as far as the opposite tub wall before their force diminished.

"Holy shit," he muttered, "guess I needed that." It was definitely the stress relief he'd been after (and then some) despite his teammate's attempted takeover of his head space. Too tired to care he rinsed off and toweled dry, barely managing to brush his teeth before collapsing onto his twin bed.

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Cursing the jackass he was stuck with for the next two weeks, Jackson levered himself off the sofa before he passed out and headed into his bathroom for a much-needed shower. It wasn't his fault that the quarterback had to be such a dick about everything, he thought as the shower warmed up. He'd played football since 7th grade and he knew what the QB's job was. It was just that McShay was always reminding him of it like he was some sort of dumbass who'd never run a pattern. And more than that, he thought angrily as he lathered up with the orange shower gel, the little prick was deliberately trying to make him look bad! For fuck's sake, Coach Blevins had practically begged him to transfer, and now this little shit was going to get him benched?! He fumed as he soaped up his junk and ass. They were lucky to have him.

He finished lathering himself up, then stood for a minute to calm himself back down: it was stupid that he let McShay get under his skin like that. And...okay, he had banged the guy's girlfriend. Not that he knew it at the time! She was just some drunk party rando as far as he'd known. But then Liam had gotten on him about needing to move into position quicker, and he'd just kinda blown up. And she wasn't even anything special--McShay would be hooking up again in no time. Jackson gave him shit about being smaller, but really the guy was pretty jacked for his size. He had practically no body fat, and chicks would go for that smooth bod of his. Jackson slid his soapy palms across his lightly-furred chest and abs, enjoying the warm friction. Definitely manlier than the QB, who'd barely look 18 without that beard of his but still: the QB wouldn't ever have to worry about blue balls. Jackson could out-fuck him though, he was sure: the QB's girl sure had gone nuts for him. Shit, what was her name? He could picture her hair, her tits, her pussy, even that little butterfly tattoo she had on her hip...Ella? Evelyn?...No, Emily, that was it. Yeah...he could feel a warm glow growing in his groin as he remembered those gorgeous tits bouncing as he wishboned her legs out while he plowed her. Fuck, she'd been tight too...a lot of the night had been a blur, but he'd remembered that.

The ache in his muscles faded away as he remembered, his cock coming alive in his hand. His foreskin had pulled back completely from his 5" shaft, exposing the massive purple head. He knew he wasn't the biggest dick out there, but he felt the girth more than made up for it. And his technique was solid--he knew how to work a pussy. Could McShay say the same? Even with that big dick of his? He was probably a shower anyway, not a grower. Callegan pumped out a handful of orange gel into his palm and shivered as he twisted his wrist around the head, remembering Emily's gasps as he'd pumped in and out. More than McShay ever got from her, he'd bet.

He could imagine the QB in his place, trying to match Jackson's game. Sure, he had the raw muscles to toss her around into any position he wanted, but he'd probably just pump in and out, relying on that fat cock of his to do the work Jackson got through skill. He could practically imagine the breathy little squeaks McShay would get out of her, compared to the moans Jackson earned. "Oh yes. Uh. Uh. Yeah," he said in a mocking falsetto--he could hear it now. "Ride me Liam. Ride me you stallion." Heh. It'd be something pretty lame like that, he imagined, not like me. He stroked faster, competing with the mental image in his head. "Yes, ride me Liam. Give me your big cock. Yeah, baby. Yeah." Shit, he was hornier than he'd thought: he was already getting close. "Yeah, that's it." He could imagine the quarterback's shaft, slick with juice, sliding in and out as his taut glutes flexed and a drop of sweat ran down one smooth pec. "Fuck me Liam! Ooh fuck me!" His falsetto voice had acquired a note of enthusiasm as the porno unspooled in his head. "Oh yes--fuck yes!!" God, his dick was throbbing like nobody's business. "Uhnnn..." He could imagine Emily squirming, his memory and his imagined images blurring together. Had she sucked on his finger while he fucked her, or was he making that up? Fucking hot either way. He slid two fingers in his mouth as he stroked himself to climax. "UHHNN fuuuuck Liam...FUCK!" That last slide from falsetto to hungry growl to explosive cry as he came, unloading what felt like a gallon of spunk into the tub. "Oh FUCK!" he repeated as his hips jerked. "Fuck." He was panting as though he'd just run a set of wind sprints, and his legs felt like rubber, but damn if that hadn't been one hell of an orgasm. Also a really weird scenario, but...he looked at the white clumps of protein swirling down the drain...yeah, it'd definitely done _something for him. He was too tired to think any more about it though: the warm shower and orgasm had left him ready to pass out; that was enough for one night.

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Breakfast the next morning was a somewhat subdued affair. Both boys were still irritated with each other after the previous night's head butting, but too tired and sore to start anything up, and they certainly weren't going to bring up their respective shower sessions. They perked up a bit after the four members of the curling team joined them, laughing knowingly. "Welcome to day 2," one of the men laughed as they finished up their meal, "you'll be sore as hell tomorrow I promise."

"Yeah, I bet. Yesterday was rough," Liam admitted.

"Yeah, Coach Chung likes to see what you've got right off the bat," the curler said, "see how you pull together under stress."

"We did fine," Jackson asserted.

The other team shared looks. "Mmm...well, maybe a few rough edges to knock off," one of the women said diplomatically.

"We'll get there," Liam said, "right?" He tried to dial back his "quarterback stare" when he looked at Jackson--getting into it in front of total strangers would be humiliating. He might not be a Jackson fan, but they were still teammates.

"Yep." Weirdly, Jackson didn't bristle for once.

"Well hang in there boys," the other guy on the team said, standing up, "we're finishing up our week and it's been great." His teammates nodded enthusiastically. "See you on the field," he said. After an exchange of "bye"s the foursome headed out, leaving the football players to finish their breakfast.

"Welp, guess we should get out there," Liam said. They still had 15 minutes, but most of the other athletes were already out there warming up, and he figured they should both work out as much soreness as they could.

"You go ahead, I'm gonna finish up," Jackson said. He kind of wanted to do some stretching, but he wasn't going to let McShay win at this little power play.

"Okay, whatever." Liam headed out and was soon laughing with the volleyball players as he tried to match the women's flexibility stretching. Jackson watched for a couple of minutes, enough to make it clear he wasn't McShay's little puppy, until he realized he wasn't doing any volleyball flirting from inside the dining hall. He took one last look outside, enough to catch the outline of Liam's unit flopping under his shorts, then picked up his tray and went to join them.

The rest of the day was less brutal physically, but tougher mentally. More coordinated physical activity, with one trainer or another calling them out when they weren't cooperating. At the end of the day they were part of a group exercise over dinner, where everyone was supposed to say two good things about what their partner had done. Liam and Jackson both managed to scrape something civil together that didn't sound too bad until everyone else went and practically had a love fest; it was almost embarrassing. Neither of them were willing to admit it though.

The rest of the teams left the facility shortly after that. Some were in cars, but the volleyball women had a bus. "Looks like they won't be sticking around for a quickie," Jackson quipped as they headed back to their suite, then felt a twinge of regret at the look Liam shot him. "What?" Even though they both knew what.

"Nothing." McShay shook his head and that was the end of the conversation until they got back to the room. "I'm gonna take a shower and turn in."

"Okay, whatever. Low key you need one." Seeing the look of irritation on McShay's face he decided to take the edge off. He made a show of sniffing one pit. "Me too bro, chill."

The QB's annoyed glare eased up a bit. "Yeah, sweaty day." He peeled off his shirt and headed into his bedroom, shutting the door behind him with a backwards "Night."

Fine, whatever, Jackson thought. At least he wasn't the one flaunting his junk all day. Bad enough the QB had gone commando but then he hadn't tightened the drawstring on his shorts enough either, and the waist band kept slipping down until his pubes peeked out. Jackson didn't think anyone else had noticed a few trimmed brown hairs peeking out, but it'd been hard to miss while they were doing situp ball passes. Thinking about the quarterback's dick reminded him of his own, which was in need of some attention. By the time he'd stripped down and gotten the shower to the right temperature he was already fluffing up. He watched himself as he lathered up, feeling strangely detached as he watched his dick turn rock hard, the red mushroom head half-out of its cock sock. Screw McShay, he had a solid unit--nothing to be ashamed of. He was sure the quarterback had been checking him out while they were doing partner situps: the shorter athlete's legs had been locked inside his as they faced each other, and as they had tired their knees had started to droop out to the sides; there was no way he couldn't have seen what Jackson had been packing. Hell, he was the one who'd lost form first, pushing Jackson's knees apart as he struggled to finish the set. "Look all you want buddy," he growled, "this is a *man's dick." He gripped his unit, imagining himself waving it at a suitably awed Liam, and groaned in shock at how sensitive he was. Screw rinsing off, he could do that in a minute--his dick needed attention _now. "See?" he muttered to the imaginary jock as he started tugging. In his imagination Liam had stopped his situps to admire Jackson's member in all its glory, the receiver spreading his knees to better show it off. "Damn right it's a good dick," he muttered. He could picture McShay sitting in closer, unable to look away as Jackson showed him how a real man handled his meat. A pleasurable glow was spreading from his dick out into his groin as he stroked; his soapy balls and taint warm and faintly itchy in a way that was surprisingly arousing. "Grab 'em," he moaned, imagining it was the quarterback's fingers massaging his sack. "Feel how full they are?" Part of him watched in distant surprise as he imagined laying back, legs spread for the quarterback as one finger crept from the back of his nut sack along his taint, but that part wasn't in charge. He was racing towards a mind blowing orgasm, and if his/McShay's finger sliding into his slippery asshole while his/his other hand stroked his cock did the trick, so be it. Jackson put one foot up to rest on the tub's corner, then gasped as the posture let his index finger slide all the way in--why had he never tried this before? "Oh fuck yes!" he groaned. With a twist of his wrist he pulled his 'skin the rest of the way back, and then exploded the moment his palm grazed his knob. "NNNGH!" He gritted his teeth to keep his noise to a minimum, but it was a struggle as he came and came in what felt like a nonstop orgasm. His vision grayed out, but not so much he didn't see a record-setting load painting the shower tile. "Fuuuck," he finally gasped once he came to his senses, "fuuuck." He pulled his finger out of his ass--had he actually done that? A wave of post-orgasmic hormones and physical exhaustion washed over him, and he decided he was too tired and relaxed to care. Mind blurry, he hurriedly toweled off and collapsed into bed.

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Liam leaned against the shower wall, letting the hot water pour over his head and back. He would never admit it in front of Callegan but he was ready to drop; his muscles needed some relief. He stayed there for some amount of time, until the knots had loosened and he felt like he had enough energy to wash up; he could practically feel the gravitational pull of the bed he was so tired. He made a quick application of the body wash where it was needed, barely rinsing off before the water was off and he was toweling off. Too tired to even pull on a pair of briefs, he collapsed naked onto the bed; he could brush his teeth in the morning.

Some time later--it was pitch black still--he drifted awake: he'd sacked out with the window open to the cool night air, and now he was freezing. He'd been having some sort of erotic dream that faded away as he came to--something sweaty and vigorous--and cold as he was he'd still managed to throw a rod. He could feel a wet spot on the bedspread beneath him where he lay--not a full wet dream, but he'd definitely been leaking heavily. He shivered as he wriggled around to get under the covers--the friction of the bedspread on his wet glans was delicious. He was definitely going to have to rub one out if he wanted to get back to sleep. Fumbling on the bedstand he managed to locate the small bottle of lotion they'd provided with the room amenities; a minute later he'd gotten what he needed and coated his dick. At the touch his cock throbbed to the point where it nearly ached; he sighed in pleasure and spread his legs, imagining himself sliding into a warm and welcoming hole. God, what'd that dream been about anyway that'd gotten him so worked up? He ran his left hand over his washboard abs as he stroked, trying to remember--something about the sensation triggered a glimmer of recognition. Following his instinct he slid his palm up, rubbing hard against his pec until he found a nipple to pinch. "Yeah, that's it," he sighed out loud. He grunted as he tightened his fingers, the mix of pleasure and mild pain making him throb. He was definitely in the mood for something raw and physical, as though he'd spent all day in a strip club with no release. "Take it," he growled, imagining himself slamming into a tight pussy from behind, balls deep into her rock-hard ass and her voice turning deep and throaty with lust as he fucked. There was no face in his fantasy and no need for one: all he wanted was an eager hole that could take a pounding. An athlete like one of the volleyball players he'd been flirting with, or--suddenly it was Callegan's looking over his shoulder at him, growling at him to go harder, faster. Liam could picture the sweat dripping from their combined bodies, knew from their days together the how their raw animal scents would mix, how the receiver's grunts would sound as Liam's crotch slammed into his ass. He barely had time to wonder what the hell his brain was doing putting that asshole into a perfectly good spank session when his dick took over and he exploded. It was too dark to see everywhere his load erupted, but he could tell he'd launched it everywhere: the first warm droplets rained down on his shoulder and neck and splattered on the pillow next to his face, and the next ones left three warm tracks across his torso before their force lessened and the rest was dripping into his pubes.

He lay there panting and spent, equal parts blissed out and confused. What was going on in his head that he'd decided the wide receiver was someone to smash? He'd never thought about guys before, not like that, but...there was a gallon of cum cooling on his belly that said some part of him had enjoyed it. He got up and grabbed a wad of TP from his bathroom, still troubled as he wiped himself off. But the bed was blissfully warm under the covers and sleep quickly overwhelmed him, leaving the question of his teammate for the morning. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Breakfast the next morning was a quiet affair--with the volleyball girls gone there was a lot less fun energy, and the next group of newcomers wasn't slated to arrive until later that day. The curling crew in particular were terrifyingly focused, preparing for the upcoming Olympic qualifiers. Apparently Canada had a tough team, and breaking in at that level required serious commitment. "Who knew people would get so mental over brooms?" Jackson quipped as they listened to an intense lunchtime discussion about bristle material and handle diameter and god it was so fucking tedious to listen to.

Liam snorted a suppressed laugh, not wanting to offend the nice but hopelessly nerdy athletes at the next table. "My broom handle's bigger," he joked. For some reason it fell flat though: Callegan's face flushed and he stood up abruptly even though his lunch was only three-quarters eaten.

"Better get back out there," he muttered as he took his tray to the drop-off window.

"Okay, whatever," Liam muttered to his back. Touchy much? he thought. From what he'd seen in the locker room Callegan had nothing to be ashamed of, so why was he all uptight about some random dick joke? The guy was jacked enough to get laid...a sour memory of sitting in the locker room while Callegan detailed his latest conquest came back, the room going dead quiet as everyone realized who it was the wide receiver had described fucking in graphic detail. Liam's good mood evaporated, and he wasn't hungry anymore. With a final glare at Callegan and his stupid glutes he stood up and took his own tray to the window. Time to hit the training field again.

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Jackson stalked onto the athletic fields, the late afternoon sun in his face. He'd just left his first mandatory counseling session and he sincerely wished it would've been the last: two hours of burpees would've been better than letting that bitch get into his head like that. It'd started fine--he knew he was going to have to at least fake some sort of ass-kissing to McShay if he was going to play, and he'd resigned himself to that even though the whole situation was totally not his fault--but then she'd started digging into why it was so hard for him to back down to this one guy, and what was their interaction like, and then--and this was the kicker--she'd basically implied that he was into the arrogant little shit. She didn't put it that way of course: lot's of "sometimes" and "have you thought about the possibility" crap, but the message was there. "Just think about it," she'd said as he left. Well he was thinking about it, and it was pissing him the fuck off. Load of bullshit.

McShay was there ahead of him, not looking much happier. Good, at least he wasn't the only one the shrinks had pissed off. The quarterback glanced once at him then turned away quickly, some undefined emotion flashing across his face before he did. Well whatever, as long as he didn't fuck up their next team-building exercise.

His heart sank as he saw Coach Chung's ponytailed figure approach. She was a ball buster, no question. He couldn't even be pissed at her though: she'd joined in a bunch of events when one of the volleyball players was without a partner, and pretty reliably crushed it.

"Okay everyone, I hope you got something out of your counseling sessions, and you're ready to put what you learned to good use. Our exercise today will be three hill climbs." She gestured to the road behind her, where it rose a good 300 feet or so to the crest of the nearby ridge; the athletes groaned. Chung grinned like a motherly shark. "Good news: your partner will be helping you half the way or so. Bad news: he or she will be carrying you piggyback." More groans from the crowd, but her voice rolled over them. "The trick to winning is to coordinate with your partner: make them carry you too long and they'll run out of juice before the end. Switch too much and you won't be able to recover. First prize will be 60 minute massages to the team with the best total time, second prize to the team with the most improvement will be an extra hour of rest tomorrow morning. Questions?" There were none. "Okay, let's go."

The event was from grueling from the start. Jackson was determined to show the quarterback he was the tougher of the two, but Chung was right: two thirds up the first climb he realized he wasn't getting enough recovery time and they wouldn't even be able to finish. McShay seemed to have the same attitude, but Jackson could feel him starting to flag partway through his first carry. "Stop dude, you gotta switch."

"I got it," Liam grunted.

"No, seriously, we gotta make it through three a these. I held on too long, I almost burned out. Don't be a fucking moron, we need to switch."

"Okay," McShay panted in a tacit admission that Jackson was right. He released the receiver's thighs. "Yeah, okay."

"Okay, hop on," Jackson urged. "Let's catch those guys." They were second to last at the moment, but the closest pair was within reach. McShay hopped up, his compact body warm on Jackson's back, and they were off.

By the second lap they had found their rhythm, learning to read their partner's energy level and tap for a switch without speaking, and they were neck and neck for second. McShay was the one who realized that if the rider could use their legs and arms to support their own weight the runner had more to spare for going up the hill. That insight got them ahead of the second-place team, and by the time the final round approached they thought they might have a shot at first. The adrenaline spurred them on through the grueling final climb, and Jackson's world shrank down to his burning lungs and legs and the feel of McShay's sweaty body pressed against his. Two more steps, two more steps, two more steps... There was warm breath on his ear, and for a second Jackson imagined the quarterback was licking it, but then he realized there were words. "Stop. Jackson, stop man, let me get this."

"Right, sorry," he gasped, "guess I was in the zone." He switched positions, draping himself over the QB's frame as he sucked in oxygen. He could smell clean sweat and the shampoo his teammate had used with every breath, and found himself half-nuzzling the man's neck as he took it deep into his lungs.

"Dude, that--hff--fucking tickles."

"Oh sorry. Switch?"

"Not yet. Up at that tree."

"'Kay." Jackson focused on pulling air into his lungs, resisting the sudden urge to taste Liam's neck. And then they were at the tree and making the final swap before the crest and the merciful solo run back down to the finish line.

They had a shot at first--the track guys in the lead were even more gassed than they were--but 50 yards from Coach Chung and the promised land of Gatorade and Clif bars Jackson caught his foot on a buckled ridge of pavement and dropped, banging his knee. When he tried to get up he realized that while he had enough energy to keep his body going he was too low on juice to catch up. Liam turned back to give him a hand up, but even then he could barely stagger forward. "Move it Callegan!" the QB shouted. "We are NOT taking third!"

Jackson glanced back: they were probably 30 yards ahead of the competition, but at the rate he was going he and Liam weren't going to make it. He managed to put on a burst of speed for three steps and then reverted to his previous zombie-like shuffle.

"Ahhh fuck! Get on!" Liam presented his back and Jackson managed to struggle into the piggyback position one last time. With a sound that was half-groan, half-roar McShay lurched forward into something approximating a jog while Jackson worked on getting his breath back. Halfway there he found some last hidden reserve.

"Leggo," he panted, sliding off Liam's sweaty back and moving ahead at something that looked like a running pace. Liam shot him a side-eyed grin and matched his pace, and 20 seconds later they'd crossed the finish line.

"HELL YEAH!" he shouted. The two of them shared a high-five that turned into a bro hug, both grinning like idiots from the adrenaline and endorphins. "You were a fucking beast McShay--I can't believe you pulled off that last carry."

"Fuckin' had to man, you'd already done most of the carrying."

His admiration sounded genuine, something Jackson didn't think would've ever happened. He was suddenly aware of their bodies pressed together, the warmth of Liam's breath on his ear and the feel of his hands on Jackson's waist. An irrational part of him suddenly imagined them sliding lower, and without thinking he arched his lower back slightly, encouraging the shorter man to do just that. Luckily the quarterback chose that moment to pull back, failing to notice Jackson's slight movement. "Not that much more," Jackson said as they broke apart. "Besides, I've got 20 pounds on you. Only fair."

Liam shrugged. It was true, but still he did feel like Jackson had actually been giving it his all--something he hadn't felt on the field before. "All good man." He clapped Jackson on one sweaty shoulder. "We fuckin' pulled it out!" He felt a sudden urge to go in for another bro hug, but he was already getting a bit of a post-competition chubby and didn't want to make it weird. Bad enough he'd let his pinkies slide onto the top of Callegan's ass a minute ago. Not enough to notice luckily, but smashed up in their hug, Callegan's scent filling his lungs, he hadn't been able to resist. Too much time without pussy, for sure. He settled for tangling his fingers in the other jock's hair and giving his head a friendly tug. "Epic!"

Jackson matched his grip and pulled their foreheads together, still grinning like a maniac. "Epic!" he echoed back.

The chirp of Coach Chung's whistle brought them back to the present. The other teams had made it over the finish line and were standing or sitting in various attitudes of exhaustion. "Great job everyone. Especially Dylan and Arjun"--she gestured to the track guys who'd won--"and Liam and Jackson, who definitely got their rhythm going at last. We're done for the day; go shower and head to the cafe for dinner. Enjoy your massages and sleep winners; we'll see you on the field tomorrow at 8 a.m., 9:00 for you two." With a nod she trotted off with the other two staff members, leaving the athletes to make their way back to the dorms and showers.

"Man, I don't know if I'm gonna make it to dinner," Jackson sighed, "I might just pass out in the shower."

"I'll throw a blanket in for you. If I don't pass out myself."

"Deal."

The remainder of the walk back to their suite was silent, but for the first time it was actually a companionable one. Jackson stripped off his compression shirt as they entered the building, giving Liam a chance to notice just how ripped his back was. He felt his breath catch as he took in the play of muscles, his eyes following the lats down to the waist band of Jackson's sweat-soaked shorts. The fabric clung to his glutes, living little to the imagination as his glutes flexed with each step, and Liam was suddenly reminded of his previous night's jerk-off session. His post-workout semi suddenly sprang into full life, with no indication it was going to go down anytime soon. He quickly peeled off his own shirt and bunched it up so it could cover his crotch in a pinch. Not a moment too soon: they'd arrived at their suite and Jackson was fumbling in his shorts pocket for the key card. "Damn dude, you're ripped," he murmured. As though someone else was doing it his index finger came up and traced one trap.

For some reason a wave of goosebumps ran over the receiver's back. "Uh thanks," he muttered. Pushing into the shared living room he marched straight towards his bedroom without looking back. "See you in the dining room," he said, and shut his bedroom door.

"Roger," Liam said, feeling like an utter tool. What had he been thinking? He dropped his own shirt on the couch, too eager to escape the scene of his embarrassing comment to even think about it. He shut his own door and stripped on the way to the shower. A quick scrub down with a pause to rub one out, and he'd be fine. For sure.

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Jackson set the timer on his phone for 30 minutes--he knew if he didn't he'd end up sleeping right through dinner, but he had to at least get a short lie-down in first or he'd face plant into his plate. The moment the warm shower water had hit his body he'd felt a wave of exhaustion overtake him. Not enough to overcome the irresistible compulsion to jerk off, but the moment he came his muscles turned to water and it was all he could do to dry off and stagger to the bed. He should've dropped off for his power nap immediately, but the unsettling images from his fantasy sesh wouldn't leave him alone. There were flashes of tits and pussy in there, but mid stream his mental channel kept flipping to those of Liam and how his body felt against Jackson's own. Worse still was the way his imagination had spooled out a scenario where the quarterback's hands had slipped down under his shorts at the finish line, doing...something. He didn't get to what that might be, because at that point he'd blown his load, gasping loud enough to be thankful for the multiple doors between him and his teammate. What the actual fuck? he thought. No way that shrink from the morning was right, right? McShay was just an asshole who pissed him off regularly, and that was it--none of this "sublimated feelings" crap.

He realized this stupid overthinking was going to keep him from settling down, so after 10 minutes of increasing irritation he pulled on a pair of shorts and went into the common room. Watching some TV would clear his head until they were ready to go to dinner.

Liam's door was closed, so he'd get his pick of what to watch. Good, that'd put the QB in his place a little. Although to be fair, he'd pretty much been a machine during their race, and not a dick about it at all. It wouldn't suck if they could bury the hatchet for their upcoming season together, he thought as he dropped onto the sofa. Although it'd be easier if the guy didn't leave his wet tee shirts lying around everywhere. He'd soaked it through, Jackson noticed as he picked it up; he could practically smell Liam's scent coming off it. A memory of his nose against the quarterback's neck rose up, and without thinking he raised the shirt to his face, breathing in deeply. Three breaths and he was shaking with adrenaline and hard as a rock. He glanced around the room, suddenly aware of what he was intending, but McShay's door remained closed. "Dude, this is fucked up," he muttered to himself. But two minutes later he was back in his bedroom, naked on the bed and with the tube of free body lotion popped open beside him and McShay's shirt pressed to his face.

His cock was as hard as if he hadn't just come 15 minutes before, and he whimpered when he pulled the 'skin back to polish the sensitive head. Images and sensations washed through him in a frenzy of lust: Liam's chest, his scent, the grip of his hands with their weight-room calluses, him kneeling between Jackson's legs and gripping his ankles while Jackson did a set up situps...and then the things he hadn't seen but was suddenly, ravenously hungry for: Liam hard and dripping, Liam's lips on his, the weight of his body on top of Jackson's, the feel of skin sliding on skin, the pressure of his cock head.... Jackson groaned as he pushed two lubed fingers inside himself, imagining it was more, imagining Liam's beard on his neck as Jackson surrendered and Liam began moving inside him.... He gave a strangled yell as he came, exploding as though he had a week's worth of cum stored up. He could feel one jet dripping down his rib cage, another on his throat, and a pool cooling in his belly button. "Jesus," he said weakly. "What the fuck did you just do dude?" There was no answer to that, or at least not one he wanted to hear, so after he caught his breath back he pulled the shirt off his face and wiped himself down; he'd figure out what to do about this new obsession later. When Liam knocked on the door a minute later to see if he was getting dinner he pasted a smile on his face and left his room. "Ready," he said.

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Dinner was cheerful but quiet, mainly because everyone was completely wiped out. Even Arjun and Dylan looked drained--they said the massage was great for what it was, but only sleep and rest where what they really needed. On top of that, Jackson was acting...off somehow. Liam couldn't really put his finger on it, but the auburn-haired jock kept alternating between doing something nice, like offering to grab some dessert for him, and then scowling about it to himself. And he kept taking the opportunity to touch Liam, which he never did. Nothing obvious, but: their fingers meeting around the bowl of pudding as he'd handed over, or a touch on the back of Liam's hand to bring his attention to something. Then back to scowling again for a couple of minutes. It was weird and also a problem, because Liam found himself wanting to be touched by his teammate, and each time it happened it sent a little spark down to his happy place, which was now getting a bit crowded inside his briefs. It didn't help that he'd blown his load in the shower while imagining his face buried deep in the ginger's ass. That was seriously fucked up, but he hadn't been able to stop himself. And now the asshole was winding him up again without even realizing it. Shit.

"Right?" Arjun said. Liam realized with a start the lean distance runner was talking to him.

"Sorry, guess I'm just wiped out. I totally missed that."

The runner laughed, teeth white against his dark face. "No worries man. I was just saying how glad we are tomorrow is a 'rest' day." His air quotes indicated that "rest" was a relative term. "More team building than team suffering this time I hear."

"Oh thank Christ," Jackson chimed in. "I could sleep for a week, right McShay?" He bumped his shoulder against Liam's companionably. It was just an accident that his pinky brushed up against the quarterback's as he did.

"Jesus yes," Liam agreed, rubbing his face. "Gonna hit it in fact I think. Enjoy that extra hour of shuteye." There was general agreement around the table, and when he stood up most of the others did too, including Callegan. After a general round of good nights everyone drifted off to their suites.

The football players' quarters were the farthest away, so for a couple of minutes the two of them walked by themselves. Callegan was again doing that thing were he pushed into Liam's space, occasionally bumping hands. "Sorry," he said after the third time, "too tired to walk straight."

"It's fine, me too," Liam said. Secretly he found himself liking the touch. Callegan had good hands, he had to admit, perfect for catching a ball for sure, and probably also for--he caught himself before he pursued that any further. This wasn't the time. And definitely not the time to eye his teammate's ass from behind while the guy fished out his key card. But his eyes kept getting pulled down as surely as if there were a pair of tits in front of him. Luckily Callegan got the key card out quickly, before Liam's body could start reacting to the sight. Time to kick his dirty laundry into the basket and go to sleep; in the morning he'd have his head screwed on straight. Speaking of dirty laundry..."Where'd my tee shirt go?" he asked, half to himself. He was sure he'd left it on the couch, but he'd also been pretty tanked.

"It's, uh..." Callegan was turning red for some reason--why should he care. And then Liam saw it on the other player's bed.

"Never mind, guess you grabbed it by mistake. I'll get it, stop stinking up your room."

"I'll get it," Jackson said loudly, but Liam was already entering his room and grabbing it off the be Three things caught his attention as he did. First, the room smelled unmistakably of cum. Second was the open tube of lotion lying on the bed. And third was--"Dude, did you use my shirt as a fucking cum rag?" He emerged from the wide receiver's bedroom with the sticky shirt clenched in one fist, rapidly getting pissed.

"I. Uh. I." Callegan's bright red face and hunted look were all the answer Liam needed.

"Oh for fuck's sake Callegan! You couldn't use one of your own socks like everybody else?" He stepped towards his teammate, irritation growing, and waved the shirt in his face. "Come on man! There's literally like 50 other ways you could've cleaned up, and you picked my shirt?! That I've gotta wear again at some point?!" Callegan had retreated at his approach, until his back was to the wall by Liam's bedroom door; at that moment he was the one who looked like the smaller of the two. Liam pressed into his space, his mind a storm of conflicting impulses: disgust, sure, but also a sense of recognition and relief that he wasn't the only one whose hormones were all over the map. And although he wanted to stuff the thought back where it came from, part of him was...intrigued by what his teammate had done. This close to the man he could smell him, a freshly-washed edition of the sweat he'd been breathing in during the entire race. That and the aroma of spunk wafting from the tee shirt, was making some of those thoughts increasingly hard to shut up.

A thought suddenly crossed Liam's mind. "Why did you pick my shirt? Huh?" Callegan's face turned an even brighter shade of red, if that was possible, and Liam nodded in sudden understanding. The little touches and looks, the way the receiver had practically nuzzled up on him during the race.... Liam wanted to be pissed or disgusted, but instead it felt like a bolt of lightning had gone right to his crotch. "You wanted to, didn't you? You liked it?" His face was almost touching Callegan's now, the redhead backed up against the wall, and it was easy to spot the bigger man's pupils dilating. The way they had in his dream the other night, when he'd...yes, why not? See if he could make that a reality? Liam grabbed his hair, held his scalp tight as he pushed the soiled shirt against the man's mouth. "This what you liked?" he growled. Callegan's nod was barely there, but it was enough. And now there was something else: the receiver had thrown a rod, tenting out his shorts and pressing into Liam's own rapidly-growing stiffy. Liam felt a bolt shoot through him and his entire body flushed with arousal. "Yeah you do..." Jackson naked on the bed, stroking his rod as he huffed on Liam's shirt...the image made the quarterback's cock drip. "You hot for your QB Callegan? You want me to do things to you?..." He licked the taller man's neck, tongue moving from stubbled throat to the smooth skin under his ear, and the receiver moaned into the shirt as their hips instinctively pressed together. "Oh Jackson, I'm gonna get you naked and then..." He let go of the shirt but it didn't fall: Jackson was holding it to his face and breathing in deeply, eyes closed. "Then we'll see if you're as loud as my girlfriend." He pinched one of Jackson's nipples briefly, then slid his hand down across the washboard abs and under the ginger's waistband to wrap around his erection. "I think you will be." Jackson didn't say anything, but his hard on throbbed at Liam's words, which was answer enough.

"Fuck yes," Liam muttered to himself. He was already thinking of what he wanted to do, how he would get the cocky jock to beg for it until Liam finally claimed his prize and got payback for the humiliation he'd endured the last few weeks. Maybe Callegan wasn't quite the archenemy he'd imagined, but he was still going to enjoy this. "Face to the wall, Jackie boy." He tugged lightly on Callegan's hair and the receiver followed his lead, hands above his head on the wall and ass pooched out; the sight was both submissive and incredibly erotic. Liam ran his hands over the man's taut glutes in admiration, noting with satisfaction the way Callegan spread his legs as his hands drifted lower into his cleft.

"It's all yours Liam," Callegan said hoarsely, "take it."

"Fuck yeah I will," Liam breathed from behind him. He slid his hands around the front of Callegan's shorts and under the waistband, palming the pubes before wrapping one hand around his cock and the other tugging on his ball sack. Jackson groaned and pushed back, grinding against Liam's cock.

"Need that," he grunted. Memories of the shower, his fingers in his hole, and the orgasm that followed.

"My dick got you all wet Jackson?" Liam taunted.

Callegan grunted and ground harder against Liam's rod. "Need it," he repeated. The quarterback's scent washed over him, masculine musk like a narcotic, and it was all he could do to stop himself from begging.

"Fuck yeah. But not yet." Liam hooked his thumbs over Jackson's shorts and began working them down. Once they were low enough to free the jock's stiffy he followed them down until they were around the redhead's ankles and he was kneeling directly behind the ass he'd spent the last few days thinking about. Jackson didn't need instructions: he stepped out of the shorts and spread his legs wider, inviting Liam to dive in. "Oh yeah," he whispered, mesmerized by the pink hole and its dusting of reddish-brown hair. Grabbing one lightly-furred globe in each hand he pried them apart, then leaned in to lightly touch Jackson's hole with the very tip of his tongue. He felt goosebumps sweep over the receiver's flesh, and a matching wave over his own body. Jackson's clean but musky scent filled his nose and he couldn't hold back any longer, lapping hungrily at the quivering rosebud.

"Ohhhh shit...haaaaaaahh fuuuuck! Oh fuck Liam fuck auuunhhh don't stop fuuuuuck!" Jackson's hungry wails spurred Liam to redouble his effort. He could feel the hole loosening, opening to his tongue as he worked deeper and deeper until his nose was mashed into Callegan's crack and he could barely breath. It didn't matter: Callegan's mewling was music to his ears, each breathless whimper making his own cock throb. Eventually he reached his limit though: his tongue was tired and his knees were sore. Jackson's own legs were trembling, and he'd been reduced to panting "please, please, please."

McShay struggled to his feet, painfully reminded that his legs hadn't had much chance to recover yet. He had enough in the tank to do what they both wanted though. "Strip," he ordered, pulling off his own shirt and shimmying out of his shorts. Callegan turned around as he pulled off his shirt, eyes raking over McShay's body. Without a word he dropped to his knees and swallowed Liam's cock. Not all the way--he started to gag a bit--but more than enough for Liam to gasp in pleasure as Callegan cleaned the accumulated precum from his shaft. The sight of his rival on his knees and servicing him was as much of a turn-on as the actual sensations from the blow job. "Fuck yeah, suck it Callegan," he grunted, running his hands through the receiver's thick hair. The ginger worked another inch into his mouth before he started gagging again, then looked up as he released his grip to run his tongue up the length of the quarterback's shaft. McShay throbbed at the sight of the self-described alpha on his knees, and when Callegan suckled on the tip of his glans he bit his lip and groaned, closer to coming than he'd realized. Watching Jackson gulp down his load would be hot AF, but he wanted more. Maybe not to humiliate him--he'd come to respect him enough over the last few days that he didn't need that anymore--but to show him who was boss for sure, once and for all. "Get up," he said a bit breathlessly, and then when the receiver kept sucking: "Up!"

For a hot second Jackson almost didn't: Liam's cock tasted so much better than the last few days' fantasies, it was all he could do to let it slide out of his mouth. But the shiver he felt as he obeyed was its own kind of pleasure: Liam's grip on his hair, steering him around and pulling him into the quarterback's groin, that was intense. And now he was getting pulled up, turned around, and pushed towards his teammates' bedroom. Was he going to?... "Get on the bed," Liam told him. Oh fuck...his asshole throbbed. Please let him put his tongue back in there, he thought, or...he couldn't bring himself to spell out what he wanted, but when he got up on all fours he placed his knees as far apart as they'd go. The bedroom air was cool against his spit-slick asshole, the sensation making him arch his back instinctively, like a cat in heat.

He heard the wet noise of a lotion bottle burping its contents out, then twitched as a cold slick finger circled his hole. His "ah!" was part surprise and part hunger--but more hunger it seemed, because within a few seconds he was corkscrewing his hips back in an attempt to get a digit inside him. "Liam, pleeease...yesss...just...ahhhh...please..." he whimpered. He couldn't bring himself to say it, to surrender completely, but he needed it, needed...

"Goddamn you're a thirsty bitch," McShay muttered. He'd just wanted a hole to park in and get off, but Callegan's moans on the bed were torquing him up as much as when he'd eaten the wide receiver out. This was more than just an urge to nut now: he wanted to be inside the auburn-haired jock, hear him moan with need, as he bred his hole. No games, just Jackson submitting to him in the most intimate way possible while they both reveled in it. The noise the bigger man made when Liam's glans touched his hole confirmed that this was something they both wanted. Had to have.

The feel of blunt warmth on his pucker broke down the last bit of resistance in the arrogant receiver's mind. His hole ached so bad, if he didn't get what he needed..."fuck me Liam, please, fuckin' do it," Jackson groaned. Part of him couldn't believe he was doing this, but that part was overwhelmed by the sensation of a swollen cock head pressing into him. He'd shot his load just imagining the sensation; the real thing awoke a hunger he'd never realized he had. "God damnit, stick your dick in me," he cursed, and pushed his hips back. "Aaah..." It turned out that an actual cock was a lot bigger than a couple of fingers, and fingers didn't have a fat mushroom head at the end. But the extra stretching made him want it more somehow despite the pain, so he welcomed Liam's thrust when it came, determined to take the brown-haired jock to the hilt.

Liam slid in carefully. Jackson's urging made him hungry to ram deep into the jock's guts, but the muscular resistance he felt warned him to go slow for now. For a couple of tentative pushes that seemed to work, but then something relaxed and before he could react the auburn-haired jock was impaling himself to the root. Liam gasped, part in surprise and part from the pleasure that came from his entire shaft being gripped in slick warmth. He gripped Jackson's ass, reveling in the feel of the rock-hard mounds, then slid his hands up, exploring his teammate's muscular back and shoulders as his cock began to explore its new surroundings.

Jackson whimpered at the new sensations assaulting him: Liam's grip that sent shivers across his frame; the warm light touch of another man's balls against his taint; the coarse tickle of pubes against his ass; and at the center of it all the pain/pleasure/fullness of the quarterback's cock stirring his insides. He'd thought it'd be over once Liam was all the way in, but apparently he still needed to adjust before his hole would truly accept its new occupant. But then Liam started moving inside him, rubbing up against something that made his own cock throb, and the pain was a minor distraction from his hunger for more of that sensation. Instinctively he dropped to his elbows and arched his back so the shift in angle would give Liam better access to that spot. The urge to submit fully and open himself any way possible to the cock inside him was overwhelming. "Fuck me," he begged hoarsely. The quarterback followed him down, pressing his torso against him as hips began thrusting deeper; when his teeth tugged on Jackson's earlobe he thought he might explode from the pure erotic sensation. It no longer bothered him in the least that he was surrendering to his rival--if anything that was what made it so hot. He'd do whatever Liam wanted if it meant more of this: the muscular frame on him and in him, the jock's sweat fresh surrounding him. Liam jabbed that spot again and he practically sobbed with pleasure. "Yes, like that. More, please more! Fuck me Liam--fuck me!" He didn't dare touch himself, afraid he'd come instantly and then it'd be over.

Liam obliged as his blood boiled. It wasn't just how good his dick was feeling: it was the knowledge that he'd conquered his rival, that the person who'd humiliated him was surrendering to him completely. They'd fought against each other and Liam was winning, had won. Callegan was a gibbering mess underneath him, the sounds music to his ears. Each moan made his dick throb more than any woman ever had, and part of him realized he might be as addicted to what they were doing as his teammate. Bracing on one hand he wrapped his other arm around the receiver's torso, turned on at the thought of exploring every inch of the man's body and making it his. The feel of chest hair was new, and he spent some time taking it in as he continued thrusting. So strange to feel that, and the hard pecs beneath, where he was used to soft fullness. So different...but when he rolled one nipple between his finger tips he got the reaction he was hoping for: a wordless whimper and an involuntary twitch around his cock. Good to remember that for later he thought, already planning for the next time. Palm down the treasure trail, where his index finger briefly stirred the receiver's belly button, and then his fingers were sliding into the manicured hedge of Jackson's pubes. His shaft protruded like a warm iron bar, leaving wet smears each time it bumped against Liam's wrist or the back of his hand. The quarterback went lower until he wrapped his fingers around Callegan's smooth nut sack, already pulling up tight. When he stretched it out, rolling the warm orbs gently in his fingers, Jackson groaned.

"Oh God Liam--fuck--that feels so uhhhnn!" It all felt good, so good. Liam seemed to know without asking what he liked, what turned him on even when it was just a trick he used when jerking off to get a better orgasm. The nipple play, tugging on his ball sack, even the thing with his belly button. He had to get Liam to do this to him again and again, whatever it took. And then the warm hand was gripping his shaft, and McShay owned him completely. It wasn't just the sensation, or the thrill of someone else doing it, but the command of all his pleasure centers at once. He was there for Liam to use, and being used like this was the hottest thing he'd ever done. "Hnnnnggg!..." He had to bite on the pillow to keep from embarrassing himself, but that didn't stop him from writhing under McShay's touch.

"Fuck you feel good," Liam said hoarsely. He wasn't sure if he meant the grip Callegan's ass had on his dick, or the feel of the other jock's unit in his hand, or just the overall sensation of their bodies grinding sweatily together, and it didn't really matter. His tongue ran over one bulging trap, slowly--Jackson even tasted good. He could imagine himself spending an hour exploring the sweaty jock's body with his tongue before fucking him again. He saw the wave of goosebumps flow over the man's skin and licked up the side of his neck as Jackson whimpered into the pillow. "You love this don't you?" he whispered.

"Mmhm." The pillow muffled his reply, but the way his ass clenched said it all.

"You gonna be my girlfriend? Let me do this to you anytime I want?"

A brief hesitation, but then Liam positioned his glans at the spot Jackson liked so much and began a series of short, insistent thrusts. Jackson's eyes rolled back and he pushed back even more enthusiastically into Liam's crotch. "Mmhm!" If he hadn't been biting the pillow he would've screamed out "YES!" Anything Liam wanted, anything at all.

"Say it," Liam urged. Fuck, he was so torqued up right now--this felt like an unstoppable drive for the winning touchdown, when everything was falling into place and you just knew you were going to score. Callegan was going to crack, and then he wouldn't have to put up with his crap anymore. Instead he'd be...fuck, he'd be something else anyway. "Say it, Jackson," he commanded, and twisted his palm around the receiver's half-exposed, swollen head.

"YES! You can do this anytime! Fuck, Liam, anytime you want!"

"No more giving me shit on or off the field?" His thumb smeared pre-cum around the receiver's glans, eliciting a strangled shriek.

"No Liam, no, I promise! I'll be good, I swear, just--fuuuuck--I gotta get off man! Please!"

Victory, sweeter than any game. "You're gonna be such a good girlfriend," he growled, and marked the bigger man's neck with his teeth.

"Yes, yes, whatever you want! Anything man!" Jackson's entire body was on fire with need; resisting Liam's demands was inconceivable.

"Excellent." Liam released his grip and pushed himself up to kneeling, then delivered three long-dicked pile drives into Jackson's ass before pulling out. "Get on your back. I wanna see your face when I make you come." Jackson obeyed promptly, his red and sweaty face gazing up at him with hungry eyes. Without a word he gripped the back of his thighs, pulling them up and apart to expose his tender hole for the quarterback's use. "Good girl." He pushed back in slowly, savoring the hunger growing on Callegan's face as he was filled back up. When he had sunk back in balls-deep he stopped: his own dick was quivering on the verge of exploding and he wanted to make the moment last if he could. It was a struggle: he was ravenous for the receiver's body, the feel of him moving beneath his own. He had to make sure Callegan would come back for more.

Jackson's whole body felt like it was going to explode. McShay owned him now, and he needed to convince the quarterback he was worth it, keep him coming back for more. He'd begged for the dicking he was getting, but now his QB was paused inside him as though he was waiting for something, but what? On a whim he released one thigh to take hold of Liam's hand and guide it to his mouth. "Fuck me Liam. Fuck your girl," he whispered. Locking gazes, he wrapped his lips around the first two fingers and slid them over his tongue; they tasted like cock and precum. He saw the top's eyes go wide in surprise then narrow in renewed focus, and then he was railing Jackson's ass ruthlessly. His back arched in pleasure as his magic spot was battered, and he moaned nonstop around the fingers in his mouth. His balls had pulled up tighter than they'd ever done, and the pleasure coming from his guts made him wonder if he was going to come hands-free. It was a moot point though, because suddenly Liam's free hand was there, calloused grip tugging on him, and he was shrieking with pleasure as jet after watery jet erupted from deep inside him. He had no idea where they were going: he'd lost awareness of everything except his dick and his ass, and the fingers in his mouth. Halfway through his own orgasm he heard Liam shout, his thrusts becoming hard enough to push Jackson across the mattress.

Liam felt like his orgasm was going to blow the top of his head off. Or maybe it was just the sight of Callegan's ripped body bucking in ecstasy beneath him while his cum erupted everywhere that made the experience such a turn-on. His cock pulsed in counterpoint to the one in his grip as they came, both of them shouting wordlessly as they milked each other dry. By the time they finished Callegan was coated in juice, trickles running everywhere across his lightly-furred torso. His ass was no better: Liam felt like he'd dumped a gallon of jizz, or at least enough to start running out and dribble down his balls. "Holy fuck," he said finally. Suddenly his legs felt like rubber, and he collapsed on top of the receiver's sweaty body, not caring in the least that he was sliding around in another guy's load. "Holy fuck," he repeated, and dropped his head onto the pillow next to Jackson's. There was a wet spot where his chin rested, but he didn't care: the scent of sweat and sex was a fitting accompaniment for the afterglow he was experiencing. Through his haze he was aware of Callegan letting his legs drop down to loosely wrap around his, and one muscular arm wrap around his back. He nuzzled beneath the receiver's ear, tasting his addictive salt. "That was unbelievable."

"Yeah," Jackson agreed dreamily. Liam was still inside him, and he was okay with that. It felt right, along with the feel of the quarterback's body on top of his. He felt himself melting into the moment, already thinking of how long it would be before they could go another round. Soon, he thought....

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"Jeremy, hey!" Ben walked across the lawn towards the head baseball coach, two Coors in his hand.

"Hey Ben. Double-fisting already?" he asked with a grin. "You're getting orientation week off to quite a start."

"Nah, this one's for you buddy," the Offensive Coordinator said, handing one over. "Your friends totally solved our little personnel problem."

"Oh yeah?..." Jeremy's face was blank for a minute, and then comprehension dawned. "Ah right, your QB and the other guy."

"Yep, Callegan. We sent them off to your little Fix It Camp thinking we'd have to castrate 'em both, and they came back best buds. Your headology folks really know their stuff."

"Well hey, that's great! I don't know if they're always that successful, but I've had good luck. Glad you guys did too."

"Oh yeah, they even volunteered to room together for away games if you can believe it." Ben lowered his voice and leaned in. "To be honest we were kinda wondering what we were gonna do: Callegan had a chip on his shoulder when he came in, and he could be a bit of an asshole. Wasn't sure who we were going to stick him with. But hey, problem solved--two problems solved."

"Fantastic, good for you." Jeremy clinked bottles with the other coach.

"Yeah, for sure. We get any other trouble cases we'll be sure to send 'em to your Delta buddies. I gotta run--those alums over there wanna chat--but I wanted to say thanks again."

"Sure thing Ben, glad to help. Gotta hit up some alums myself for that weight room upgrade money, but I'll catch you around." The two men waved amicably and headed their separate ways with a spring in their steps. Ben for the suddenly-bright prospects for the upcoming season, and Jeremy for the bonus check he'd just gotten in the mail that morning. College athletics was the best career a guy could ask for, he thought. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Part 6: Epilogue(s)

[No more sex after this guys--strictly for those of you who might want to know how a couple of the main characters ended up.]

He sat on the end of the guest room bed, picture frame heavy in his hand. Was it a good thing or a bad thing that he'd almost forgotten? That beach vacation had been epic, the two of them in their tanned glory days, but now it seemed almost like a dream. But that was, what? Eight years ago? Nine?

"Poppa! Poppa! Daddy says--" the six year old lowered her voice dramatically--"to get his butt down here if he wants dinner served hot." A giggle formed as she appreciated her own cleverness, then faded into uncertainty as she took in the mood. "What's wrong Poppa?"

Shit. He'd promised himself a long time ago that he wasn't going to drag Marcus or the girls into this, but here he was, doing it. Again. Fuck. He wiped one eye and faked a sneeze, hoping it would distract Desiree from his mood. "I'm okay honey. Tell Daddy I'll be down in a minute." He forced a smile on his face, a job that got easier at the sight of her serious look of concern. He'd--they'd--never wanted kids, but somehow he'd ended up with two as a package deal in this other life with his other husband, and he had to admit they'd been just what he'd needed. Them and Marcus.

Desiree studied him carefully--she was definitely the intuitive one in the family--and decided that what he needed was a big hug around his neck. He hugged her back, maybe a little more fiercely than normal as he breathed in her scent of cocoa butter and (God help him) something called Turtle Queen Best! Shampoo! Ever! that she obsessed over. He thought it made her braids smell like fabric softener, but she loved it, and he loved her, so there it was. When she decided she'd administered the correct dose of snuggles she released his neck, instantly bouncy again and ready for dinner. "Come down soon Poppa, before it gets cold," she warned, and left for the dining room.

He sat there for a few more minutes. Not long he thought, but long enough that Marcus's dark face appeared in the doorway, followed by his massive frame as he caught the vibe in the room. His dark eyes softened and he sat on the bed, gently. "Today, right?"

He nodded, chest suddenly tight. "Sorry. 'S just...five years today, y'know." He was weeping a bit he realized, but he didn't care. Knew Marcus didn't care. Which was part of the reason he loved the former football player so much.

One big arm went around him, and then Marcus was rubbing his shoulder and kissing his head. "Shhh...shhh...it's okay baby..." and he was leaning into his husband's broad shoulder and smelling his familiar smell, and after a few minutes things were okay again. Never perfect--the car wreck had seen to that--but plenty good enough. Not everyone got a second chance at love--third if you counted being effectively orphaned after college--but here he was, and he wasn't going to fuck it up.

"Okay," he said finally, "okay, I'm good." He pulled back and wiped his eyes, and the grief receded into the background once again. "Better get down there before the girls riot." He pushed a smile onto his face.

"You sure? Need some more time?" Marcus's broad features focused on his, checking to see if he was really okay.

"No, I'm okay. Just needed a couple minutes to process, y'know?"

"Okay." Marcus pulled him in tight and kissed his forehead, holding the embrace a second longer to let him know he really meant it. "Let's get dinner then." He stood up and held out one brown hand.

"Yeah, let's do that," he said with a smile. He took Marcus's hand and stood, ready again for dinner with his family. The picture of him and Matt he left on the dresser, with the rest of his keepsakes from another life.

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Jessica laughed until she cried as Aaron finished his story of how the EMTs had had to cut a guy loose from using the vacuum cleaner hose as a sex toy. "Oh my God, so they really--" she snorted and wiped her nose--"his mom had to come sign the papers?!"

"Yep, he was only 17," the older blond guy was laughing along with her. "It was epic. I thought she was gonna drive off and leave him there, swear to God."

"Oh jeez," she finally managed, "I had no idea owning a car wash could be so crazy!"

"Yeah well, he owns a few, so we definitely get some stories. But that's definitely the craziest." The older man took a final swig of his margarita and smiled. "Definitely."

"Well you tell a good story too." She took a swig of her virgin colada. "I swear, you should meet my cousin Noel, you two would get along so well. He's--" she froze. Noel had bitched her out more than once for trying to set him up with guys he had nothing in common with, and it'd sunk in that "you're both gay" wasn't enough of a connection if you wanted more than a hookup (which he'd also had to explain to her). But Aaron made no secret about being gay, and he actually did seem like Noel's type, even if he looked a bit older. But still, she'd put her foot in it.

"--Married?" Aaron finished for her. He shot her a look that was part-sympathy, part "I'm rescuing you from being a well-meaning idiot," and wiggled his left hand, where a plain gold band glinted in the Carribbean sun.

"Oh!" Jessica took the proffered way out. "How long?"

"Three weeks," the blond said, "came down to St. Kitts for our honeymoon last week, and now some friends are joining us for a big beach shindig this week." She should've recognized the look on his face, she realized: she'd had the same glow since her own nuptials last week.

"Congratulations!! Me too, just last week. Where's your hubby?"

"He is supposed to be fetching us some more drinks. Oh sweet!" Aaron waved until he caught the eye of a dark-haired athletic guy in red board shorts, also in his late 30s or so. "And here we are."

The husband strolled over and handed one of the giant margaritas to Aaron with a kiss. "Here ya go Tigg," he said, and sat down in the next lounge chair.

"You da best," Aaron said. "Babe, this is Jessica, also on her honeymoon." He raised his fresh glass in a salute. "I've been telling her war stories. Jessica, this is Chris."

"Nice to meet you." She drained the last of her drink.

"Well shoot, I should've brought you one too," Chris said.

Jessica waved him off. "No no, thanks. I don't drink. Mormon."

"Oh, that's cool," Chris said. He didn't seem phased by some of the recent stories about the extremest whack jobs, thank God.

Relieved to be over that potential show-stopper, she asked "So how long have you two been together?"

The two of them exchanged a glance that said there was a backstory, before Aaron said "Well we knew each other in college, but we really just started dating for real a couple years ago."

Chris shot him a determined look, then added "What A means is, I was a fucking moron and let him get away, but then he gave me a second chance when he showed up at my 15th reunion." His tone was lighthearted, but his face was a mix of bitterness and grief, quickly masked.

Aaron took Chris's hand; he looked pained. "Babe, your mom...."

"Yeah, I know, just.... Well anyway, it all worked out, right?"

Aaron pulled his hand up and kissed their joined fingers. "Damn straight," he said emphatically. There was a pause as the two of them exchanged something that Jessica couldn't follow, but which seemed incredibly sweet.

On a whim she leaned over and touched Aaron's arm. She wasn't normally inclined to butt into strangers' business, but something about the two of them together touched her. "Well I barely know you, but I think you're a very sweet couple, and I'm very happy for you. However long it took you're together now, so good for you. 'May love and faithfulness never leave you.'" It was silly, but part of her hoped that passing on a part of her wedding vows would bring them good luck, somehow. Before things could get awkward, the arrival of yet another mosquito gave her an excuse to break the tension. "I swear, these things get worse every year," she commented as she swatted it and sat back.

"I know, right?" Aaron said. His eyes still lingered on Chris, but she could tell he wanted the moment to be over as well. "We've already had a couple cases of dengue in San Francisco, and it's only April. Fuckers," he muttered.

After that the conversation turned to less fraught topics, like where to find some of the few remaining reefs in the area and who had the best conch fritters. Brad returned from his sailboarding class and joined them, and the four of them shared a few more drinks before they were interrupted by a pre-teen girl and a younger boy, who made a beeline for Aaron and Chris.

"Uncle Aaron! Uncle Chris! We're here!!" There was a general flurry of hugs and squeals that Jessica watched fondly. Soon she'd have her own version, she hoped.

The reunion energy spent, the girl stood to make an announcement. "Big Daddy says--" she dropped her voice an octave--"Tell them to get their honeymooning butts over to cabin 512." She poked Chris in the chest, and in her normal voice said "He said to tell you because you're the responsible one."

The two men laughed. "Got it," Chris said, "we'll be right over Sarah."

The boy, who looked to be about 10, poked Aaron in the chest and piped up with "So hurry up beeyotch!"

Aaron cocked an eyebrow in an expression of amusement. "Tell Little Daddy we'll be there soon, so he can cool his jets." He raised a finger. "And watch your language Jacob. Even if Daddy Joey says it all the time, that's not for kids."

"Okay..." The boy's sigh suggested this was not a lesson that was going to stick. "C'mon Sarah, let's find the Braithwaites."

"Okay, bye Uncle Aaron, bye Uncle Chris!" With a wave the two kids took off across the complex.

"Cute kids," Brad remarked with a smile.

"Yeah, they're great--our best friends' kids," Aaron said. "Kind of a handful, like one of their dads, so they all deserve each other," he quipped fondly. "Well we'd better get going: big dinner tonight now that the rest of the gang is here. Nice meeting you both." With a friendly wave the two guys took their leave.

"They were nice," her (new!) husband said, lazily putting one arm around her waist on the way back to their room. "Too bad they're with a crew or we could hang out." Jessica felt a brief thrill of pride that her very straight husband hadn't gotten his back up over hanging out with a couple of gay guys. Granted, she would've been surprised if he had, but it was still nice to see that her instincts had been right when she'd said "yes."

"Yeah, they were a lot of fun. Aaron is hilarious." They played "analyze the strangers" on the way back to their room, and then Aaron and Chris were forgotten, along with dinner, as he pulled her clothes off and they were naked on the bed, doing what she imagined pretty much every other honeymooning couple was doing. Brad might not quite have Aaron or Chris's build, but he was definitely fine, and they'd both done enough online research that being technical virgins on their wedding day wasn't a problem. Enough that by the time they eventually made it to dinner she had an egg that was well on its way to being fertilized.

Five days later she got a mild cold, and what might've been Lisa Marie was sloughed off during Jessica's regular period. Neither of them noticed or thought anything of her slightly heavy flow, especially when they discovered four months later that little Jacob was on his way. And indeed, they kept on in a good Mormon tradition of being fruitful until Brad agreed to get a vasectomy after they'd had their seventh child--all of them boys. Jessica never connected her heavy flow months with the unused girls' names in her baby book--her family was large and happy, and if she never got the daughter she'd hoped for she still knew she was blessed.

By the time anyone thought to look for a Patient Zero it was far too late of course.

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Oooh--suspenseful ending for those of you who've made it this far!! Good news/bad news: I do plan to continue this story, and the next series will be called "The Statue." It's set in the LWP universe, or maybe an alternate one? You decide. There'll be fantasy elements, but no demons or wizards with unpronounceable names. The bad news of course is that my writing has slowed to a crawl. I wish I could say you'll see the next installments starting soon, but unfortunately we all know that'd be a lie. All I can say is: keep your eyes out on nifty, and I hope not to disappoint. Thanks for all your readership and emails over the years. Rock on ya horn dogs!

Peace out, Aaron