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The college gym buzzed with the fading echoes of basketballs bouncing and sneakers screeching across the waxed floor as practice wound down. Mr. Alex Lim, the newly hired coach, wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, his broad shoulders rolling under the damp fabric of his tank top. At 28, with a chiseled jaw, piercing green eyes, and a body sculpted from years of competitive sports, he turned heads without trying. His shorts clung to his powerful thighs, and the outline of his firm ass was impossible to ignore. But it was the rumor mill that sealed his popularity among the rowdier students: Coach Lim was openly gay, and for troublemakers like Ah Seng and Ah Hock, that news spread like wildfire through the locker room whispers.

Ah Seng, the team's stocky power forward with sun-kissed skin, a buzzcut, and arms like tree trunks from endless weight sessions, had been eyeing Alex all practice. His jersey stuck to his hairy chest, and as he bent to untie his shoes, his shorts rode up, revealing the curve of his glutes. Beside him, Ah Hock—leaner, with wiry muscles, tousled black hair, and a smirk that screamed mischief—nudged his friend. They'd shared fantasies about the new coach during late-night dorm sessions, stroking themselves to the thought of testing his limits. Now, with the gym emptying, the opportunity knocked.

'Coach, hold up,' Ah Seng boomed, his voice deep and playful as he slung his towel over his shoulder. Alex turned, slinging his gear bag over one arm, his lips quirking in amusement. He could sense the shift in the air—the way their gazes lingered on his crotch, the subtle flex of their postures. 'What's up, fellas? Need help with cooldown stretches?'

Ah Hock chuckled, stepping closer, his fingers twitching at his sides. 'Nah, Coach. We heard about you. The real stuff. You're into guys, right? Figured we'd... introduce ourselves properly.' The gym doors clicked shut behind the last stragglers, leaving the three alone under the buzzing lights. Alex's pulse quickened, but he played it cool, dropping his bag with a thud. 'Is that so? And what makes you think I'd be interested in a couple of cocky freshmen?'

Ah Seng closed the gap, his hand landing on Alex's bicep, squeezing the firm muscle. 'These,' he said, flexing his own arm, then glancing down at the growing bulge in his shorts. Ah Hock flanked him, his breath hot against Alex's ear. 'We saw you staring during suicides. Bet you've been dying to get your hands on some college meat.' Alex's cock twitched at their boldness, thickening against his thigh. He wasn't one to back down from a challenge, especially not from eager pups like these.

Without another word, Ah Seng gripped Alex's tank top and hauled it upward, exposing the coach's ripped abs, the dark happy trail snaking toward his waistband. Alex raised his arms, letting them peel it off, his nipples pebbling in the cool air. Ah Hock's hands were on him instantly, palms roaming over the smooth planes of his chest, thumbs circling the sensitive buds until they stiffened. 'Shit, you're ripped,' Ah Hock murmured, leaning in to latch his mouth onto one nipple, sucking hard while his teeth grazed the edge.

Alex hissed, his fingers digging into Ah Hock's scalp, holding him there. Ah Seng dropped to his knees behind, yanking Alex's shorts down to his ankles. The coach's cock sprang free, semi-hard and veined, the thick shaft curving slightly upward, balls heavy and drawn tight. Pre-cum glistened at the slit, and Ah Seng wasted no time, cupping those balls and rolling them gently while his other hand wrapped around the base, stroking upward to coax more fluid.

'Look at this fat dick,' Ah Seng growled, pumping slowly, watching the foreskin slide back to bare the swollen head. He leaned forward, tongue flicking out to lap at the tip, savoring the salty tang. Alex bucked into the touch, a low moan escaping as Ah Seng engulfed him, lips stretching around the girth. The boy sucked with sloppy enthusiasm, head bobbing, saliva dripping down the shaft to coat Ah Seng's knuckles.

Ah Hock pulled back from Alex's chest, his own erection tenting his shorts painfully. He stripped quickly, kicking off his clothes to reveal his long, slender cock, flushed and leaking. 'My turn up top,' he said, guiding Alex's head down. The coach knelt slightly, mouth watering as he took Ah Hock in, tongue pressing flat against the underside while he hollowed his cheeks. Ah Hock groaned, hips jerking forward to fuck Alex's face shallowly, the wet sounds echoing off the gym walls.

Not to be left out, Ah Seng stood, shedding his gear. His cock was shorter but thicker, uncut and throbbing, a pearl of pre-cum at the tip. He pressed against Alex's back, grinding his length along the coach's ass crack, feeling the heat radiate from the untouched hole. 'Spread 'em,' he ordered, and Alex did, arching his back as Ah Seng's fingers delved between his cheeks. One digit circled the rim, teasing before pushing in dry, the burn making Alex clench and push back.

Ah Seng added a second finger, scissoring roughly, stretching the tight ring while Alex slurped on Ah Hock's dick. The lean boy panted, hands fisting Alex's hair, thrusting deeper until his balls tapped the coach's chin. 'Fuck, your mouth's like a vacuum,' Ah Hock gasped, pre-cum coating Alex's tongue.

Satisfied with the prep, Ah Seng withdrew his fingers, spitting into his palm to slick his cock. He lined up, the blunt head nudging Alex's entrance. 'Relax, Coach. Gonna fill you up.' With a firm push, he breached the muscle, inching in as Alex moaned around Ah Hock's shaft, the vibration sending shivers through the boy. Ah Seng bottomed out, balls flush against Alex's taint, and held still, letting the coach adjust to the fullness.

Then the rhythm started—slow at first, Ah Seng pulling back until just the tip remained before slamming home. Each thrust jostled Alex forward onto Ah Hock's cock, creating a chain of motion. Sweat slicked their skin, bodies slapping together: Ah Seng's hips against Alex's ass, Alex's throat bulging with Ah Hock's length. Ah Hock reached down, tweaking Alex's free-swinging cock, jerking it in time with the face-fuck.

'Harder,' Alex pulled off to demand, saliva trailing from his lips. Ah Seng obliged, pounding relentlessly, the angle grazing Alex's prostate with every drive. Sparks shot through the coach's nerves, his hole fluttering around the invading shaft. Ah Hock shoved back in, gagging Alex deliberately, tears pricking the corners of his eyes from the intensity.

They switched positions seamlessly, fueled by lust. Ah Hock took Ah Seng's place behind, his longer dick sliding easier into the loosened hole, reaching deeper. 'So fucking tight,' he grunted, hands gripping Alex's hips hard enough to bruise as he rutted like an animal. Ah Seng claimed Alex's mouth, feeding him his musky cock, fresh from the coach's ass, the earthy taste mixing with pre-cum.

Alex's body trembled, overwhelmed by the dual assault. His own erection wept steadily, untouched now, but the friction inside built pressure low in his gut. Ah Hock's thrusts grew erratic, his balls tightening. 'Gonna cum in your ass, Coach,' he warned, burying deep and pulsing, hot jets flooding Alex's channel. The sensation tipped Alex over; he cried out around Ah Seng's dick, cock spurting untouched, cum arcing to splatter the floor in thick ropes.

Ah Seng lasted longest, fucking Alex's throat through his orgasm, only pulling out to paint the coach's face—streaks across cheeks and lips. They collapsed in a heap, breaths ragged, bodies sticky with sweat and fluids. But the fire wasn't out. Ah Seng's hand wandered to Alex's spent cock, stroking it back to life. 'Showers. Now. We ain't done.'

The locker room showers hissed to life, steam filling the tiled space as water cascaded over their naked forms. Alex stood under the spray, rivulets tracing his muscles, when Ah Hock pressed him against the cool wall, knees buckling as the boy dropped to suck his reviving cock. Ah Seng joined, their tongues dueling over the shaft, one lapping balls while the other deep-throated.

Alex's hands braced the tiles, moans echoing. He pulled them up, turning to bend Ah Seng over, spreading his cheeks to tongue the puckered hole. Ah Hock mirrored on the other side, rimming Ah Seng until he begged. Then Alex stood, sliding his hard cock into Ah Seng's ass, the boy bracing against the wall as Ah Hock entered Alex from behind, creating a train of thrusting bodies.

Water pounded their skin as they moved—Alex pistoning into Ah Seng, Ah Hock railing Alex. Grunts mixed with the spray, hands roaming to pinch nipples, stroke cocks. Ah Seng came first, untouched, his load washing away down the drain. Alex followed, filling Ah Seng with his second release. Ah Hock pulled out at the last second, jerking to cum across Alex's back.

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