The Transfer Jock, #77
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âDamn right, bro, come over here and fuck Tyler right next to us,â Jeff said to Finn as Fred, the fifth car on the train, entered him effortlessly, patting the top of the couch which he was bent over. Fred was grinding away on his backâ˘thrusting ass in no time flat. âOh fuck yeah, Fred, there, thatâs the fucking spot!â
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âLetâs fucking do it then,â Finn said eagerly, pulling Tyler to his feet. Then taking him by his boner and leading him around the couch, he added quietly, âSorry for partying, stud, but youâre absolutely hotâ˘asâ˘fuck. You already know that, though.â âNot so fast,â Max chimed in mischievously from below Finnâs swinging junk, laughing. âOne rule still applies - you both have to take a shot before doing the dirty deed. He pointed Finn toward the bar - with which Tyler had already become intimately familiar - then lay back down on the floor behind the couch, almost underneath the fuckers and soonâ˘toâ˘beâ˘fuckers with a great view of the action, his head in Mitchellâs lap, pillowed by the gingerâs fat, cushy cock.
After Finn had downed some bourbonâ˘something, and Tyler had opted for a beer shot, Finn again led the woodâ˘nymph by his rockâ˘hard sixteenâ˘yearâ˘old cock to the backside of the couch, stepping over a snoring George on the way and pausing to check out his stillâ˘ample flaccid cock, as well as to read the lettering on Georgeâs chest: âFUCKING PROM QUEEN.â Below the words, Mitchell had drawn a charicature of an erect penis ejaculating, complete with pubic hair, big swinging balls and semen taking flight. The artwork covered Georgeâs whole midâ˘section.
Finn noted that, minus the artwork, the twins did indeed look exactly alike, and hot, blond versions of Max without quite as much, though still plenty of, penis. The only differences he noted were due to their present circumstances: Georgeâs fat, scrumptious dick was soft and sleeping, while Fredâs dick was rockâ˘hard, which heâd seen before Fred buried it in Jeffâs ass; George was drooling peacefully, whereas Fred was grunting and spluttering furiously as he hammered the other transferâ˘jock. Heâd be more than happy to fuck or bend over for either of the twins...after Tyler, of course, and Jeff.
To Tylerâs surprise, Finn bent over the back of the sofa (and Max) himself, right next to Jeff, propped up on his forearms. âYou fuck me first, Tyler. No sense in letting your killer hardâ˘on go to waste. Besides, I want to keep you happy...and close.â Tyler, who had thought Finn was about to top him, didnât argue with the big, beautiful first baseman. He immediately reached for the Astroâ˘glide, then happily went to work lubing Finnâs beautiful blondâ˘fringed (pink) asshole. âWhat a beautiful fucking crack,â he thought as he stretched Finnâs surprisingly snug hole with two long fingers.
âWhat a beautiful fucking cock,â Mitchell whispered into Maxâs ear as looked up at Finnâs heavy dangling dick. âAnd those huge nuts,â Max observed. âFair warning, and just so you know,â Mitchell advised, âIâm probably going to want to stroke one out when that great big floppy starts flopping right in our faces.â âCool,â Max said, âyou can finish in my mouth if you want.â â10/4...but I probably wonât nut until Finn is fucking Jeff.â âWhenever is fine.â
As Tyler quickly fingered and stretched him, Finn, looking at Jeff, asked, âSo, do you come here often?â Jeff laughed, replying, âNot before tonight, but this is my fifth time so far...and four dudes have already cum right here.â âSounds like a veritable honey hole,â Finn said as he felt the swollen head of Tylerâs dick pushing into him. Fuck, but that kid felt good inside him.
âYou doing OK?â Finn asked Jeff under his breath. âCrushing it,â Jeff assured him as Fred began driving him hard again, Fredâs balls slapping rhythmically against Jeffâs sweet ass. âFred, who fucks like Max, which is to say great, is a golden shower aficionado, too,â Jeff knowingly informed Finn with an impish grin. âYou donât say,â Finn replied, chuckling. âYep, itâs true,â Jeff assured him. âThe only thing he got wrong,â Fred said, beaming, âis that I donât fuck like Max, Max fucks like me.â âWhat can I say? I had a great teacher,â Max chimed in.
Finn leaned his face over to Jeffâs and kissed him deeply. They moreâ˘orâ˘less continuously swapped saliva throughout the remainder of that double assâ˘fucking, during which they both got absolutely fucking hammered, in the best way possible.
Fred, of course, had a pretty good head start over Tyler. When his balls finally stopped slapping against Jeffâs ass and he exploded deep inside his partner, collapsing onto Jeffâs sweaty backđŚ, Jeff looked over at Finn, grinning, and announced, âYouâre up, bro. You still hard enough?â Finn wasnât still hard enough, but he could fix that PDQ.
Tyler slowed down upon Jeffâs announcement, as if he might withdraw, ready to yield Finn over to Jeff without nutting, even though Fred was still heaving and panting on Jeffâs back. âUnh unh, sport,â Finn declared, âyouâre going to finish what you started. Jeff can wait, Tyler. You fuck me as long and hard as you need to, or at least as long as you want to.â âIâd like to fuck you all night,â Tyler responded, âbut I can make do with a couple more minutes.â
Finn knew Tyler had just fucked Jeff a few minutes before heâd arrived - he had seen the stillâ˘wet cum in Tylerâs pubic hair when he opened the door - but he had no idea how many other loads, if any, Tyler might have deposited that night. He was up for whatever Tyler was up for and, as soon as heâd recharged after busting his nut in the notâ˘soâ˘tightâ˘end, he planned to give that hotâ˘asâ˘fuck kid the fucking of his young life. He was glad heâd met Tyler (fifteen minutes earlier), heâd help keep his mind off his newâ˘bestâ˘friend, whom he would be fucking soon enough, and from whom he wanted more than bestâ˘friendship.
Tyler did more than help keep Finnâs mind off his newâ˘bestâ˘friend for the next couple of minutes: he fucked the daylights out of him; granted Finn was still almost an anal virgin, had been one until Coach had broken him in (gently) the night before, but Tyler was pounding him with renewed vigor since Finn had basically told Jeff to chill the fuck out, fucking him harder than Jeff had earlier that day - and it felt great to Finn, so great that he was a little disappointed when Tyler seized up and, gasping, erupted deep inside of him, blowing a huge loadđŚ.
That young fucker sure could fuck, and he had been rewarded with a long, powerful orgasm. Tyler kept driving his cock into depths he shouldnât have been able to reach throughout his climax until he simply could no longer push his dick forward, and by then Finn was rockâ˘hard and again oozing copious amounts of precum. He was ready to play the caboose.
âFucking bravo, Tyler,â Jeff said, and he wasnât being sarcastic. âIf that stud puts the wood to me half as well as you just did to him, Iâm not gonna be able to walk for a fucking week.â Of course, Jeff might already have passed the point of being unable to walk for a week. After five assâ˘fuckers have worn your ass out and dumped five loads inside you, what real difference would one more assâ˘fucking make? Finn wanted to be the differenceâ˘maker, not to overtake Maxâs place at Jeffâs side, which he knew was unrealistic, but to at least shoulder his way into the conversation he hoped was going on inside Jeffâs head. Finn didnât see any reason he and Jeff shouldnât have some kind of side deal in which they kept fucking each other on the downâ˘low.
âYou have to you take another shot first,â Max reminded Finn as he moved into position behind Jeff. âJesus Christ, what are you, Max, the fucking hall monitor?â Finn griped goodâ˘naturedly, but he dutifully trudged over to the bar, sporting his thick leaking wood, and downed another shot of whiskey, no something added to that one. âWhat about you, Jeff, what do you want?â he asked. âHe gets a pass,â Max said protectively, âor else heâd have had to take six shots on top of all the others he had to take earlier...and at least one of us wants some QT with him after this train pulls into the station.â
Finn saw Fred look sharply at Max, then quickly look away, and thought, âUh oh, both brothers want Jeffâs big fat watermelonđdick up their butts, and little bro is tired of sharing.â Finn knew for a fact that three guys (at least) wanted Jeffâs big fat watermelonđdick up their butts, but heâd be more than content with Tyler for the meantime, looking forward to Jeff plowing his hole in the baseball dugout on Tuesday night - three times - as Jeff had promised him earlier that day.
Jeff and Finn had flipped at midâ˘day, and Finn had then begged the tightâ˘end to bone him again (before Max returned), but Jeff had been adamant about conserving his seed that day after an epic performance the night before. Finn had (reluctantly) agreed to bend Jeff over instead in exchange for Jeffâs agreement to fuck him three times in the dugout Tuesday night [#66]. As Jeff had put it at the time, âJust help me get better in touch with my own inner bottom today, and Iâll pay you back double.â Finn, also anxious to get better in touch with his own inner bottom, had insisted on triple payback, and Jeff had agreed.
Finn was then thinking that maybe heâd been too greedy, and ought to settle for a pair of good assâ˘fuckings from Jeff on Tuesday, and hold the third in reserve...until, say, Wednesday. After all, as fucking hot (and humid) as it was that August, even at night, two sessions in the dugout would probably waste both of them. Finn had thought he might collapse from heatâ˘stroke by the time Mitchell had finally finished boning the fuck out him, poolside at Coachâs, that afternoon. That had been the real reason Finn had crawled home after getting a quick postâ˘fuck bite to eat with Mitchell. He felt reâ˘energized now, though, and was ready to top Jeff for the third time that day.
âFinn, are you going to fuck me or just stand there playing switchâ˘em all night?â Jeff demanded. âWhatâs switchâ˘em?â Finn asked, curious. Heâd never heard that phrase before. âYou know,â Jeff replied, and then demonstrated, popping one thumb into his mouth and sticking the other up his ass, then switched them so that he was sucking the cumâ˘covered thumb that had been up his ass, with the thumb heâd first sucked replacing the other in his butt, and then switched them one more time. âThere, I think I got most of it, the third thumb tasted mostly like ass. Which did not suck. Hey Fred, that was a sweet load, my man. Ready, Player One?â Jeff looked pointedly at Finn.
âBrimming,â the big blond first baseman replied as he walked back around the couch and stepped up to the plate, all eyes (except Georgeâs) on him and Jeff. âHit a home run, bro,â Jeff urged him. âPicture me bent over the dugout rail, âcause thatâs what Iâm doing.â What Jeff was really doing, Finn knew, was letting him know that he hadnât forgotten the (arguably rash) promise heâd made to Finn earlier that day.
Feeling the way Finn had begun to feel about Jeff, more as a future boyfriend (even if a shared one) than a mere best friend (with benefits), Finn couldnât help but read more into Jeffâs allusion to their planned Tuesday night rendezvous than Jeff had intended. He wanted Finn to hit a home run, for sure, and he did plan to bone the fuck out of Finn in the dugout Tuesday night, but what he was thinking as Finn first lapped Fredâs remaining protein out of his crack and hole wasnât how good Finnâs tongue felt in that wornâ˘out hole (which it did), but how he wished his new best friend would hurry up and hit his home run so he (Jeff) could curl up somewhere private in Maxâs waiting arms.
Though he might need to piss first...and that thought naturally made him think of Fred, who was sitting on the couch not more than two feet away. As Finnâs tongue continued to expertly find and extract more and more of Fredâs salty seepage, Jeff caught Fredâs eye. He smiled and said, âIt seems like you left an even bigger deposit back there than Iâd guessed.â âYou holding up OK?â Fred asked. âGreat...although I shouldâve pissed when I took that dump,â Jeff replied quietly, winking at Fred. âIâm glad you saved it,â Fred acknowledged, feeling something stir (slightly) in his spent dick.
Jeffâs asshole wasnât gaping, not exactly, but Finn found it waiting open, ajar, and leaking gobs of cum, an enticement Finnâs skilled tongue could not ignore. Only when there was no more semen to be found did Finn stand up and push his alreadyâ˘lubed and stillâ˘throbbing beerâ˘canâ˘cock into Jeffâs inner sanctum. Finn entered him much more easily and much more quickly than he had at noon that day, which was no wonder to Finn since he knew Jeff had been fucked five times in succession just before him, plus from what heâd heard about the game that night, he was sure Jeff had been fucked at least a couple of other times, albeit briefly, that night before he pulled the Train card.
And for all Finn knew, Max might have boned Jeff a couple of times that afternoon with his own beerâ˘canâ˘cock after their threeâ˘way in the shower, when Max had âcaughtâ them fucking and had then magnanimously pounded him (Finn) while he was pounding Jeff in the shower - the topping of Jeff that had earned Finn the promise of three return favors. Even with all that assâ˘fucking, though, Jeff remained a good (if not exactly tight) fit for him, and despite how exhausted Jeff had to be, he was still a rowdy powerâ˘bottom, pushing back hard to meet Finnâs every powerful thrust.
âCanât you fuck me any harder that that?â Jeff asked. âYou fucked me a lot harder earlier today.âđŚ
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