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The Transfer Jock, #60
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βMitchell, man, whatever Iβm doing,β Jeff had assured him, βme getting reamed by the hottest QB on the team, βwatching game filmβ with Coach, taking a shit, you name it - you are always fucking invited.β [#49]
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βIβll be in in a few minutes,β Mitchell said when Coach and Finn headed inside. βI want to rinse off first.β Then he hopped into the hot tub with Jeff and Max. He and Jeff made eye contact, and whether it was the shitβ’eating grin on Mitchellβs face or the one of immense satisfaction on Jeffβs, or the sense of giddiness that accompanies love or infatuation and the happiness the friends felt for each other, or simply that they were enjoying their friendship - or some or all of any of those things - both of them cracked up, and oneβs laughter fed the otherβs and then drew Max in as well, such that the three of them were soon laughing (almost) uncontrollably.
After they finally managed to stop, Mitchell said, βCβmere, fucker, I love you, give me a fucking hug,β and threw his arms open to Jeff. Jeff and Mitchell hugged each other tight, pressing their hard, wet bodies together, their fat penises mashed or rubbing together, the two bros laughing again, though not as hard. That wasnβt exactly, or entirely, a sexual moment, but it wasnβt strictly a platonic one either, and both of them must have felt the otherβs accidentally swelling penis.
In fact, Mitchell fleetingly entertained the idea of kissing Jeff in that moment and, recalling the extraordinary act of kindness Max had shown him in the showerβ’room, then kissing Max, too, neither contemplated kiss a βfriendlyβ one but a loverβs kiss. Jeff no doubt would have kissed Mitchell had Max not been present, and had Mitchell kissed him then, Jeff would have returned the kiss, Max or no Max. Max, too, recognized the undercurrent of sexuality running between Mitchell and Jeff, and recalling how fucking good Mitchell had felt inside him for those two minutes in the showerβ’room, briefly considered that the three of them finding a bed in which to spend the remainder of the night together wouldnβt be such a bad thing at all, even though he wasnβt quite ready to share Jeff. But that moment had passed, and Mitchell had gone inside to watch Coach fuck Finn in his sweet ass for the second time.
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βBetter stick it in, Coach,β Finn had said, βbefore I change my mind and ask that ginger horseβ’hung guy with the lizardβ’tongue to fuck me instead.β [#58]
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The second time Finn got fucked in the ass was very much like the first, with a few small but important differences, but Mitchell didnβt know anything about the differences since he hadnβt been present the first time. The most immediately recognizable difference to anyone who had witnessed (or lived through) both, would have been that Finn was on his hands and knees, ass up and head and chest tucked, rather than on his back with his knees pulled to his chest.
Another obvious difference (if you checked underneath him, as Mitchell did) was that Finn was hard throughout much of the second fucking. During that first fucking, Finn had mostly been flaccid, with his fat, beerβ’canβ’cock flopping and bouncing all over (and beyond) his neatly trimmed patch of cottonβ’blond pubic hair, a visual that Jeff had found especially hot. A third difference was that while there were still a number of brief pauses in the action, there werenβt as many and they were all much shorter than during Finnβs first time to bottom. The most important difference, although not with respect to the actual fucking of Finn, but as concerned Mitchell and what happened later, was probably the fact that there wasnβt another couple fucking in the loveβ’lounge in the corner of the room. Of course, Mitchell hadnβt known anything about that second couple fucking in the same loveβ’lounge into which he eventually settled to watch Coach put the wood to Finn.
In point of fact, however, there was no longer a loveβ’lounge in the corner of the room, because early in the fucking, just after Mitchell had slid his head underneath Finn to check on the quality of his erection (firm), and had ended up sucking Finnβs thick, uncut cock for a couple of minutes while Coach worked his way into Finnβs dark interior, and had then extricated himself to watch the βrealβ fucking, Mitchell had dragged the loveβ’lounge from the corner of the room right over to the edge of the bed for a better view of the action. Then after settling in and spitting into his hand as he got ready to stroke one out, Mitchell had seen Coachβs Astroβ’glide lying on the bed, so he had gotten up to help himself to some lube, and finally settled back into the loveβ’lounge to begin lubing his huge cock.
By the time that Mitchell had observed the initial penetration, slid underneath the fucking couple and sucked Finnβs gorgeous beerβ’canβ’cock for a couple of minutes, rearranged the furniture, lay back and then gotten up to grab the lube and gotten settled again, Coach already had more than half his dick up Finnβs chute. He was beginning to work backwards by the time Mitchell was stroking in earnest, and had surrendered all but about the first three inches, but Coach was working those inches pretty well, and with increasing speed.
Given all the noise he was making, Finn seemed to be enjoying that tenderizing process. It looked like an interesting technique to Mitchell, but also one that, with so much attention focused on the head of the cock, Mitchell figured would have already cost him his load if heβd been doing the same shit to Finn. Then Coach pushed his thick cock back in at least as far as heβd been before heβd retreated, and Mitchell could tell it was a tight fucking fit, because it hadnβt been easy, not one quick thrust by any means. Coach claimed maybe another difficult inch then (and Mitchell wouldnβt have known this, but that difficult inch had yielded slightly easier than it had the very first time Coachβs cock had claimed it).
Mitchell calculated that Coach finally had between five and six inches (reasonably) comfortably up Finnβs butt and decided he ought to slow his stroke down until they were actually fucking (which Mitchell defined as establishing an outβ’inβ’out rhythm after hitting ballsβ’deep depth; no one knows how or where Mitchell picked up such a miserly definition of fucking, since all he would say is, βThatβs just what I believeβ). Mitchell noted that Coach was indeed a patient lover, but he wasnβt struck by that fact; what struck him was that Jeff, who had topped him the first and second times heβd been topped, had probably been even more patient the second time heβd fucked him. Granted, it probably was harder work to thread Jeffβs watermelonπdick into a tight pink hole than it was Coachβs lesser but not inconsiderable cock.
Mitchell also noted that as patient as Jeff had been, he probably hadnβt been as tender and loving as Coach, who he thought was almost pampering Finn, when he really ought to have already been fucking him (as Mitchell defined βfuckingβ). He couldnβt help but think that as insistent as Finn had been to fuck him back in the spring, he seriously doubted Finn would have been half as patient in shoving his fat cock up his (Mitchellβs) tight pink hole if he (Mitchell) had yielded to him (Finn) in April as Finn had wanted. No, as good a dude as Finn was, he wouldnβt have fucked him in April as well as Jeff had in August.
Mitchell was glad he had waited until August for Jeff (not that he had planned in April to give it up in August, nor to give it up to the transferβ’jock, who in April had not yet transferred and was still unknown to Mitchell), though he was beginning to tire of waiting for Coach to finish (they still werenβt even actually fucking yet), because he didnβt want to wait for Finnβs cock up his ass any longer. Unless heβd stayed with Jeff and Max, he suddenly thought (to his own surprise), THEN he wouldnβt have minded waiting for Finnβs cock for several more hours, or days, even. Plus, Mitchell figured, Finn had been waiting since April to fuck him, so what was the big deal about another halfβ’night or so of delay?
Mitchell barely noticed that Coach and Finn were actually fucking (even by his definition, if fitfully) as he replayed the hot tub scene, wishing heβd kissed both Jeff and Max when heβd thought of doing it...heβd be with them on the fuckβ’platform or wherever they were fucking then, instead of masturbating while Coach pampered Finn, which he frankly was not finding to be much of a stimulus for his masturbation...and, fuck, when Max had kissed him, and then the WAY Max had kissed him! Because heβd known that Jeff wouldβve happily welcomed him into their huddle...but he hadnβt been so sure about Max, even though theyβd probably already fucked each other like a million times by then, and how long was he supposed to βgive them their space,β anyway? But the way Max had kissed him! That had been something. He shouldnβt have left them after that kiss. Theyβd have been taking turns on him by then. And heβd be fucking them, too, which he wasnβt going to get to with Finn, not that night, no matter how long he waited for Finn to fuck him.
That was when Mitchell got out of the loveβ’lounge and left the bedroom, and walked to the back of the house to scan the CF fuckβ’platform for writhing bodies through the window. No bodies, writhing or otherwise. He checked the pool and hot tub. Nothing. Probably just as well, what would he have really done if he had seen them? βI wouldβve thrown myself right into the fucking middle of them and made something really good happen, like at least another groupβ’hug,β he assured himself just before he turned to return to his lonely loveβ’lounge. βBesides, theyβre both probably tired of fucking a perfect guy by now...β
As he turned reluctantly to go back to his loveβ’lounge, however, Mitchell saw a dim light flick on in that room with the high roof behind the hot tub...and watched a tall, lanky figure cross the room, or cross from one side of the double set of french doors to the other, out of sight again. He thought that had probably been Jeff, but as similar as his and Maxβs builds were, it was impossible to tell which it was from that distance and in that lighting. Mitchell froze...would he really barge in there and pile up in the middle of those two hotβ’asβ’fuck lovers? And when the tall, lanky figure crossed back across the french doors and then a moment later the dim light flicked off, Mitchell knew it was then or never, before they started fucking again or, worse, fell asleep. He felt his cock throb optimistically as his hand turned the knob to the outside door and then, to his surprise, he was striding across the patio toward those darkened french doors.
Mitchell rapped lightly on the glass panes of the french doors and then turned the knob and pushed. The doors werenβt locked. βHey guys, itβs Mitchββ βMitchell?!?β two voices sounded in unison out of the pitch black. βMitchell, get your ass over here and get in bed with us!β That was Max. βTrust me, brother...two steps straight ahead, then launch yourself...youβll land in open arms.β That was Jeff. βCβmon, you ballsy fucker.β Jeff again. Mitchell trusted, and leapt into the dark...to land in Jeffβs waiting arms and then be wrestled into the space that had opened between Jeff and Max.
βFuck, dude,β Jeff said, laughing, βweβre fuckingβ’A glad you joined us, but bringing a preβ’lubed cock up in here is pretty fucking presumptuous...β (So we know that Jeff already had at least one hand on Mitchellβs preβ’lubed boner). Mitchell couldnβt respond immediately because his and Maxβs tongues were already probing each otherβs mouths, but Mitchell couldnβt keep his lizardβ’tongue out of Jeffβs mouth, either, so he alternated briefly between the two of them, telling Jeff in between kisses how much he had missed him, and apologizing to Max in between kisses for crashing his private time with Jeff, even as he wrapped his long, slender fingers around Maxβs thick, rockβ’hard 16β’yearβ’old cock for the very first (and not the last) time, and Max responded passionately.
βWhoa, whoa,β Jeff said, as he moved to turn on a lamp, not referring to Mitchell grabbing Maxβs cock, to which he certainly would not have objected even if he had seen it before heβd turned on the dim lamp. βYouβre welcome here, Mitchell, more than that, weβre fucking glad youβre here, but tell us whatβs going on. Did something happen? Are you OK?β
βYeah, Iβm fine, bro,β Mitchell said, settling back into Maxβs arms, which was a fuckβ’load more comfortable than the loveβ’lounge in Coachβs bedroom. βItβs just that masturbation isnβt all itβs cracked up to be, and I was kind of getting frustrated by how much Coach was pampering that baby Finn, you know? Like, just go ahead and fuck him for Chrissakes...and I started thinking I shouldβve just asked you guys earlier if I could hang with you...like the only reason I kept watching all that pampering inside was I wouldnβt have minded finally getting fucked by Finn, you know, if I didnβt have to wait all fucking night, and then...remember me telling you yesterday how you were the first guy Iβd ever wanted to top me, not Finn? And then I remembered you saying earlier tonight that I was always invited, whatever you were doing, taking a shit or getting pounded by the hottest QB on the team, who happens to have his arms around me right now, by the way...so here I am, and I really hope you guys donβt mind...I mean, I just want to be with you, Iβll be quiet and not even beat off while you guys fuck or whatever...β
Jeff snuggled on top of Mitchell then, laying his head on his friendβs chest. βYeah, we get all that, Mitchell,β Max replied, βbut weβre not interested in you lying around being quiet while we do anything that doesnβt include you, unless youβre all fucked out...and you donβt look all fucked out. Weβre not either, not quite, but Iβd say weβre...satisfiedββ βUm...β Jeff started to interrupt, perhaps not yet fully satisfied.
βShush,β Max said, cutting Jeff off. βAll Iβm saying is, Mitchell, you tell us what you most need right now, and weβre both yours.β Jeff relaxed. He was pretty sure he knew what Mitchell would want, given a wideβ’open choice like that. His only question was whether Mitchell would speak up. βHonestly, what I need is just this,β Mitchell replied, βbeing connected to both of you. I canβt tell you how much better I feel already. But...but if youβre going to fuck again anyway, then what Iβd like most is to be connected to both of you by cocks in cockβ’sockets.β
Jeff laughed. Heβd nailed it. βSandwichβ’fuck, Mitchell in the middle it is. Where do you want us?β he asked. βWhose cock in whose socket?β βWatermelonπdick or beerβ’canβ’cock up my ass?β Mitchell asked, laughing. βSince I donβt know who wants or needs to nut next between the two of you, you guys pick that. Iβm going to love this either way.β
Jeff looked to the Decider, who quickly decided. βJeff you connect to Mitchell, and Mitchell, you connect to me.β Max had nutted last, not long before Mitchell had observed him through the french doors crossing the room to the bathroom. While Max couldβve fucked Mitchell then, and would have enjoyed the fuck out of doing just that, he thought he probably had only one orgasm left before he was done, so he decided to try to save that for Jeff, though it wasnβt a big deal to him. What was a much bigger deal to him was cementing his connection with Jeff, and something told him there was no better way of doing that, not at that moment anyway, than for him to feel as connected as he could to Mitchell, and like Jeff, there was no more intimate connection for Max than to be completely filled up by another hot guy. Plus, the idea of having 10+ inches of cock rammed home inside him excited Max as much as it would any guy.
βYou guys entertain yourselves for a few minutes while I take care of some personal business,β Max added as he wiggled out from under Mitchell and Jeff, and headed to the bathroom.
βWell, you heard him,β Jeff said to Mitchell as he wiped the lube off of Mitchellβs stillβ’hard cock with a damp rag he took from a bedside table, βand I canβt think of anything more entertaining than five minutes of 69 before a sandwichβ’fuck with my two favorite dudes.βπ
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All episodes of βThe Transfer Jock,β #s 1 - 103, are also available in reverse chronological order at the top of:
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Unfortunately, 15 scattered episodes were subsequently blocked by Tumblr. The missing episodes (of which this is the last one) have all been restored on JND2 (though not in order).
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