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After our little threesome on the floor of Drew's den, we all rested for a few minutes, trying to catch our breath. Me especially, as this was a serious milestone in my young life. I'd been blown, blown someone else, had my ass eaten, eaten a guy's ass, and then fucked him while another guy watched, and then the two of us had blown our loads over my bottom guy's face, after he had cum down my friend's throat. John and Drew seemed to recover more quickly than me, and I thought to myself that I should get off the couch a little more, even if I was a skinny, fat-dicked fucker. They casually tucked their flaccid wieners back into their jockstraps as we sat and finished our second beers, and if it was possible, I thought they were even hotter now. Dear God, don't let me fall in love with one of these guys, I thought to myself, as I sat there naked next to them. I told myself that I needed to get a jockstrap for myself - organized sports or not. Drew casually played with my low-hanging balls and asked me if I shaved.
"No. It's just the way I am," I replied.
"Fucking beautiful," Drew said, and tugged on them a little harder before rolling them around gently. I guess in his post-orgasmic state, he was a little more lamb than lion, although as I started to get hard again, he leaned in and started biting my ears.
"Time for a dip?" John finally said, and Drew immediately leapt off the couch and ran for the back of the house. At the back of the kitchen were sliding doors that led to the backyard and swimming pool. Drew flipped a few light-switches and the underwater lights lit up the pool. He ran out the door and slowed for only a few seconds to peel off his jock before he dove into the water. He'd obviously had lots of practice as he looked like a pro, feet pointed and perfectly together, arms outstretched in front of him.
John followed him out the door and tossed his jock on the patio next to Drew's before also diving in head-first. I was a little embarrassed as I made a much more amateur entry into the water, jumping in feet-first. The water was warm and felt good. The two of them had already surfaced at the far end of the pool and were watching and laughing.
"You're a regular Tom-fucking-Daley!" Drew shouted, referring to the British diver that I'd also lusted after for a couple of years. I suddenly realized that John had almost the same body as Daley, though John was taller. I'd stared at pictures of Daley in his speedo for hours online, but now that I had these two right in front of me, bare-assed naked, I just yelled back 'Who the hell is Tom Daley?', before swimming up to them and grabbing their dicks. Drew laughed and tried to dunk me, but I fought back, unsuccessfully. Since I was underwater anyway, I opened my eyes and started licking at John's dick which twitched lazily. The chlorine was stinging my eyes a bit, so I surfaced and swept the blond hair out of my face. John and Drew were kissing, and I again marveled at how hot it was just to watch the two of them do that - and that I was actually here seeing it with my own eyes. John pulled me closer to him and started kissing me deeply, too. I was curious about how the two of them had gotten together, and said so.
"I caught him in the showers last year beating off," Drew said, "and blowing Coach Fleming."
"Fuck you!" said John, and shoved Drew's head underwater, where he promptly licked my balls for a second before surfacing again. I was starting to think my dick would never go down, though these two seemed much more in control, dicks floating limply. Or maybe they just saved their energy for when it really mattered. I wasn't insulted or anything - I thought limp dicks were just as hot - if not hotter - than hard ones. I suddenly flashed on the speedo that I'd found at the back of John's underwear drawer earlier. I knew it had to be old because of it's size, and there's no way he'd be able to squeeze into it now, but I had an urge to see both of them in tight bathing suits. Maybe next time, I thought, feeling confident that there would be a 'next time'. And for now, when they stood on the deck, naked and wet, I sure as hell shouldn't be complaining that they had nothing on.
We splashed around and goofed off for 45 minutes or so, the two of them laughing the whole time. I didn't laugh as much, but I was having just as much fun as them. Though my confidence had grown since this all started, I was still a little amazed at how at ease these two were with each other, and I felt a little bit like an outsider - even though it was all in my head. They certainly didn't leave me out of anything. At one point I sat up on the edge of the pool (part of my mind was screaming 'You're naked! Outdoors!'), and just watched them for a few minutes as they jumped out of the pool and dove in again, laughing and grabbing at each other. I was a little surprised earlier when I realized that my hardon had gone away at some point. I was just enjoying myself with these two new friends. I also wondered, as they seemed so happy, why they just didn't come out as a couple, but then I figured that could cause trouble with the rest of the guys on the football team. John finally swam over and started licking at my limp penis.
"Blecch! Chlorine's not my favourite flavour," he said. "Let's hit the showers and head back inside." Drew and I agreed and they climbed out to join me on the deck. Drew had an outdoor shower with two heads in it, and the three of us piled in. It wasn't too crowded, and it was more about getting rinsed off than anything sexual. I guess it was like that in the locker room for them - just get clean and get out. Another first for me was showering outside, and I have to say that it felt amazing. I made a mental note that I wanted to do this again, but during the daytime, when it was nice and sunny and warm.
There was a small cupboard with a stack of towels in it next to the shower stall, and Drew grabbed a couple and threw them to me and John and we all dried ourselves off. It was now after 11pm, and the night air was starting to get chilly, so we quickly headed back inside, but not before I picked up the two jockstraps they had left lying by the side of the pool. I held them both to my face for a second before putting on the smaller of the two - Drew's - as I thought John's would just be too big. Both the pouch and the waistband probably would have sagged a bit on me, and I wanted something tight.
When I came in the door behind them, Drew was grabbing three more beers for us. When he turned to toss them over, he laughed when he saw me.
"Think you're athletic enough for one of those, little man?" he asked.
"You'd better watch who you're calling 'little'," I shot back, since he did have the smallest dick out of the three of us, and he put on a mock hurt expression and then laughed.
"Touché!" he said, and John laughed, too.
The three of us all sat on the couch for a few minutes, John in the middle, sipping at our beer. I was definitely feeling a little buzzed, and now that we were out of the pool, and I didn't feel intimidated by their athletic prowess so much, I asked John if I was going to fuck him next.
"I was actually thinking that I'd fuck you," he said to me. "I think you'd like it." He was right. I did want to get fucked by him, but I think I was still in 'top' mode, so my horny little brain came up with a solution.
"You know that big, chewy foreskin of yours?" I asked.
"Yeah? What about it?" he said, smiling.
"Think you can fit it around this?" I said, brandishing my floppy dick at him.
"Are you kidding?" he said. "I guarantee it!"
At this point, Drew climbed onto the floor and got on his knees in front of me and started licking at my balls while tugging at the blond pubic hair above my dick.
"So fucking smooth," he murmured around my nuts. I was already starting to get hard again and he started playing with my dick. "So fucking thick," he said.
"Okay," I said, "if you can stretch that thing over my dickhead, you get to fuck me, but if you can't, you're going to have your legs in the air, and I'm going to fuck the cum right out of you."
Drew laughed with my fat boner in his mouth. I didn't care what John had said earlier - I liked the word boner.
"This is gonna be fun," Drew said, and started working on John's still-flaccid member.
"No!" said John. "I wanna try and stay soft for this, it'll be easier."
"Scared?" I asked, as Drew shrugged and went back to working on me.
"No fucking way," John replied, and winked at me. "Your ass is mine."
Drew tried to swallow my dick, his mouth stretched wide. He pulled off.
"I think you may have made a mistake on this one, John," Drew said. "That thing really is so fucking thick." He put his beer can next to my cock and raised his eyebrows at John.
"Then let's do it," I said, and John and I stood up facing each other. The height difference made it a little awkward, but since his dick was still hanging down, and mine was pointing straight up, that helped a little. I even got up on my toes, but try as he might, he just couldn't fit his skin around my fat head. He pulled, he stretched it out every way he could, but it just wouldn't work. Drew sat on the floor next to us, drinking and laughing every time John's skin slipped out of his fingers and off of me.
"You've got way too much fucking precum," John complained. "My fingers are getting all slippery!"
During his efforts, John got hard, too, and Drew finally declared me the winner. To be honest, I was a little disappointed - I had really wanted to feel my head inside his skin - but I also wanted to fuck this football stud very badly. I figured we could try it again some other time. Like any time he wanted to!
I told him to get on his hands and knees. He seemed just a little uneasy, but he did as he was told. Drew knelt in front of him and John immediately began sucking Drew's dick and tonguing his shaved nuts. I got behind John and spread his cheeks apart. He had just a small amount of wispy hairs in his crack, as opposed to Drew, the hairiest of the three of us. They led up from the base of his big fuzzy balls and sort of tapered out almost to nothing, before coming back and circling his hole in a perfect embrace.
I blew on it (and I swear it winked at me), before my tongue went in hard and John moaned a little. Because of the swim and the shower we'd shared, he tasted clean and just a little like left-over chlorine. I went from the bottom of his balls and slowly licked all the way up his crack to the small of his back, where I stopped to take a deep breath before diving back into his ass again and shoving my tongue as deep as I could and swirling it around his hole. John was still moaning a little.
"He loves having his ass eaten," Drew said, "but I can't wait to see him get fucked."
"Then why wait?" I said, and grabbed a condom and the lube that we'd left out earlier. My dick was sticking out the side of Drew's jock. If I was going to fuck one, I was going to wear one. Even better that it belonged to someone else. "If you guys want to do this again, though, you've gotta get bigger condoms," I said while struggling a bit to get one on.
"Tough guy, huh?" John said and laughed before going back to Drew's dick.
I just smacked his ass - hard - and he grunted. I smeared lube in his ass and started again with the finger thing. I managed to get two up there within just a minute or two and John moaned the whole time. I looked up at Drew and he just smiled and shook his head at me as if to say 'Get going!'. I shrugged, pulled my fingers out of John's ass, and lined the tip of my cock up with his asshole.
I wanted to savour this, so I didn't just shove it in. I teased his hole a bit before slowly starting to push. He moaned again as my fat head slipped inside, and I waited for a few seconds before slowly pushing the rest of my cock right up his ass. I could feel our balls just touching as John moaned again. I reached underneath us and fondled our two bags together, his big and fuzzy, mine smooth. I'd had a crush on this guy since I was 10. Since I was 12 and started jerking off, I'd had the hots for him. Now, at 16, my cock was buried in his ass. It was worth the wait.
I closed my eyes and started slowly pumping in and out of him, savouring every second of it. When I opened my eyes again, I saw Drew looking at me with a big smile on his face.
"Having fun?" he said, then "Ow!" as John bit down on him. "Watch it, spit-roast!"
"I thought this was called the 'Chinese finger-trap'," I said and Drew laughed.
I continued slowly pushing my cock in and out of John's tight, muscled ass, while he kept sucking Drew's dick. As I started to speed up, I could hear John moaning around Drew's cock.
"Yeah, that's right, you little cocksucker," Drew whispered to John, "take that fucker right up your ass and keep on sucking 'cause I'm gonna cum soon. As soon as I do, I'm gonna get him to really give your virgin ass a pounding." Virgin ass??? I was sure that they'd both done each other, but if I was taking John's cherry, I thought I might faint.
"Hurry up and finish, so I can give this bitch what he wants," I said to Drew and he smiled. John just groaned again and squeezed his asshole around my cock, so I smacked him again. Drew was starting to breath hard and threw his head back. I slapped John's ass a few more times and he responded by squeezing my cock with his hole some more. Although I couldn't quite see it, I knew he was working Drew's hardon like a pro, slobbering all over it, while Drew held onto John's ears and fucked his face, harder than I was fucking his ass. I was waiting to really get going.
"Ah! Fuck! Here it comes!" Drew shouted in that weird high orgasm voice of his. He pulled out of John's mouth and started jerking his dick and within seconds he was spraying cum all over John's face. I could hear John breathing hard as Drew came down from his orgasm.
"He's all yours," said Drew as he sat back on his feet. I slapped John again and pulled out of him, fast. He made a funny noise in his throat when I did that, and I could see his hole gaping wide for a second before it slowly closed up.
"Get on the couch," I said to John, and he turned over. He had a sort-of spaced-out look on his cum-covered face (fuck-drunk?), but he looked fucking hot. I got on the floor on my knees in front the low-slung couch, put his legs on my shoulders and slowly pushed back into him. He groaned yet again. No one was laughing now as I started fucking him again - harder and faster this time. Drew got up, grabbed his beer and sat next to us to watch the show. He leaned over and started licking his own cum off of John's face before kissing him deeply.
John's cock was hard and I couldn't believe that his foreskin still completely covered the head. I reached around his leg and skinned him back and a flood of precum dribbled out, making my hand slick. I put it to my face and licked it clean, all the while fucking his hot, football jock ass. I really started pounding him now and he grabbed his dick and started jerking it fast. I could feel my balls hitting the edge of the couch-cushion while I pounded him and he was really starting to moan now. Drew urged us on.
"Give him that fucking cock, you little fucker," he said. "Take that fucking cock, you big fucker," he said, and then we all did laugh for a second. I was getting close - I think the only reason I lasted as long as I did was that this would be my third cum of the day. And I was pretty sure that John was getting close, too. He looked up at me and said the same thing he'd said earlier that evening.
"Tell me when you're getting close," he said looking me straight in the eye, while still pulling his skin up and down his cock. Drew sat beside him on the couch, sipping and watching the action. I was getting close and said so, so I slowed down a bit, but started pushing harder, really slamming into his ass. I had the condom on, so I planned on blowing my wad inside of him, while I looked forward to watching him shoot his load all over himself.
"This is it," I said, and started to speed up again, just as John did, flogging his cock fast. His head kept disappearing and reappearing in his fat foreskin, his mouth was hanging open, almost drooling, and I was done. I groaned and slammed into him, with what might have been the most intense orgasm of my life, pulling out and pushing in hard again with each shot of cum flying out of my cock. Once again, John was good, and within a few seconds he was shooting another gigantic load all over the place.
"UNGHH!!!", he grunted as the cum flew everywhere - his face and hair, his chest and stomach. His ass-ring clamped down on my cock with each spasm. As John's cum flew through the air, Drew leaned forward and tried to catch some of it in his mouth, and I think he actually did it as he sat back and licked his lips, looking satisfied. As John shuddered at the end, his cock-stroking slowed, he pulled his skin forward, and the last of his cum oozed and dripped down onto his thick, brown pubes. I was staring down at him when he finally opened his green eyes and looked at me. I leaned forward and kissed him gently, licking some of his cum from his face. When I leaned back, Drew bent down and licked up the rest before kissing me, too, our tongues swapping John's cum back and forth before swallowing it.
I slowly pulled my cock from his ass and he sighed loudly.
"That was fucking amazing," he said.
"I've been trying to tell you!" Drew said to him and it hit me.
"So you've really never been fucked before?" I asked incredulously. He just smiled, sat up, and kissed me again. "I must be dreaming," I said.
We cleaned the rest of ourselves up with the towels from our swim and sat around for a while watching TV and laughing. Now it was the two of them sitting there naked while I casually tucked my soft cock back into 'my' jockstrap. I hope Drew wouldn't mind, but I was planning on keeping it.
We finally decided to head upstairs to bed, so we gathered up the clothes scattered about and headed up. We passed Robbie's room, Drew's little brother, on the way and I couldn't help wondering what he looked like.
Drew's room was large and he had a queen-size bed (perfect for a gay quarterback, I thought), so we had no trouble fitting into it together. I pulled Drew's jock off and tossed it onto some other clothes before heading towards the bed.
"Left side's mine!" Drew said, while John called the right side. That left me in the middle, but that was perfect as far as I was concerned. Drew's room also had the unmistakable smell of 'teen jockboy' - if only someone could bottle it - so I fell asleep with that lingering in my nose as the three of us cuddled together. There was a little fondling of dicks and asses and a little kissing all around, but that was it for the night. I especially enjoyed spooning with Drew and rubbing his lightly furry stomach. I think he was jealous of my smooth balls while I was jealous of his hairy abs.
As tired as I was, it was a little difficult to sleep as I just wasn't used to sharing a bed with anyone. Drew and John didn't seem to have that problem, as they slept like logs. I dozed off and on, the days events running through my brain, and woke up around 9am, having to piss like crazy. I figured it was partly the beer's fault.
I carefully climbed out from under the sheets and over John's sleeping form. I thought about slipping into a pair of Drew's boxers, but decided to hell with it. I went into the attached bathroom and took care of some morning business before jumping in the shower. It was a large glassed-in stall and I could picture the two of them in here making out under the water. Hot.
When I got out, I just grabbed the nearest towel and dried off before hanging it back up. I noticed the other door in the bathroom and curiosity got the better of me. I opened it and found myself in Robbie's room. I still had no idea what he looked like, but my heart started racing a bit.
Robbie's room looked a little more like a typical teenagers room than Drew's had - posters covering the walls and shit like that, but the one thing we all seemed to have in common was dirty laundry on the floor. Up until today, I'd never really thought about it, but I had a serious underwear fetish. I'd seen thousands of hunky guys in underwear on the internet, but there was something different about being in the same room with someone else's freshly worn pair, where you could smell them and touch them. If I ever ventured into the locker room at school while the guys were at practice, I'd probably just about die checking out a couple of dozen pairs of jockboy briefs left behind on the benches. I'd have to ask the John and Drew about getting me in there.
I stuck my hand into a pile of clothes and came up with a pair of blue-and-white striped Jockey boxer-briefs. I held them up to my nose and breathed deeply, my cock getting hard fast.
"What the fuck is this?" a strange voice said from behind me.