Graft Gang, Chapter 3
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Picking up at the end of Chapter 2:
Matt looked at them both, shyly, intentionally speaking in a soft, calm, monotone way, "but it's kind of hot in here. Can I get something to drink other than cum?" After a moment's hesitation, all of them busted out laughing, and melded into one, writhing, twisted body of sweaty, cummy kisses, total bliss, and the hope of new friendship...
"Guys", Marty started, "we can have as much fun as you can stand, which in Tim's case is pretty much `til dawn," Tim nodding his head yes, Matt shaking his head no and grinning, Marty rolling his eyes, "but we have to be more careful. Let's get cleaned up and discuss this in my office." Tim's turn to roll his eyes, "I don't recall much DISCUSSION going on in the past there, but I'll go along." Matt just kept nodding his head in agreement with everything, he was already getting hard again in typical 18-year old fashion despite just getting pummeled and drowned. "Ok, you guys go shower up here, I'll use the private shower in my office. I'll meet you back there in about 20," Marty stated, and then added to Tim, "and not a hand on this kid in the shower, you got it?"
"Who me?" Tim exclaimed, who crossed his heart with his fingers. Marty left the sauna first followed by Matt and Tim, who both looked and smelled like they needed a major rinsing off. They were all alone, naturally, and were both boned up by the time they turned on the shower heads next to one another. They were both just enjoying the heat of the water as all the fluids that had stuck to their lean, muscle frames were quickly falling into the drain. They began to push the soap dispensers and lather themselves up, Matt paying particular attention to his butt. Tim said "dude, you're doing it all wrong," and as he huffed at Matt he moved towards him and smiled and said, "guess there's a lot I'm going to have to teach you?" Matt replied back snidely, "I never said I wanted you to stop."
By now Tim was rubbing his chest into Matt's, as their rock hard dicks leaked onto each other. Matt was still pushing soap up into his ass crack when Tim stopped him, moved them both closer to the shower wall, and told him, "just let me do it stud." With a light peck on Matt's cheek, Tim told Matt to face the wall and just lift his left leg up, so that his foot was resting flat on the wall a few feet above the ground. When Matt did this, Tim got in front of the kid and effortlessly supported Matt's leg from underneath as Matt saw Tim's massive bicep hold his leg up like it was a feather. Showing Matt his soaped up middle and ring fingers, he found Matt's hole and popped them in. "Huuuuuuh" Matt let out a gasp.
With that the muscle hunk started delicately spearing his fingers into Matt's prostrate, Matt quickly heating up and out of breath. "Coach said not a hand on me," Matt reminded him with a smirk. Tim, still supporting Matt's leg with one hand while corkscrewing his fingers up the boy's perfect jock pucker, planted a hard long kiss on Matt's lips and simply stated, "Yeah I heard him, but he didn't say anything about a finger or two." But the stimulation was still too much for Matt and Tim could feel the boy's leg and body start to shake with excitement. So Tim extracted his digits, much to Matt's dismay, and said, "Slow down stud, let me show you how it's done anyway."
Tim re-soaped the same left middle and ring fingers that were just in Matt, got down on the shower floor on his knees, reached between his legs from in front, and proceeded to cram the two large digits up his own ass, immediately causing his cockhead to plop out precum and Tim to whisper, "ohhhhh yeah, right theeeere." He continued, "you know Matt, you've tasted Coach's and your own spunk, but you haven't got a taste of mine yet and I'm kind of feeling left out."
Matt moved to within inches of Tim's cock head, kissing it every now and then and tasting that sweet precum he had stuffed down his throat earlier...it was intoxicating to smell, taste and hear this splendid man squatting on the floor before him, moaning and groaning while Tim's own fingers were pounding his ass hard. Tim starting really shoving his fingers in there in earnest while his right hand moved violently up and down his rod. He was getting close as Tim started whispering, "Fuck, fuck, oh holy fuck...want to paint you with my load boy...ugggggggh."
Just then Marty peeked his head into the shower room, "20 minutes are up punks. Knew there was no way you two horn dogs could be trusted. Stop fucking around so we can START fucking around!" He said and just walked back to this office. Matt straightened up, he and Tim freezing up for a second and then almost spit in each other's faces they laughed so hard, hysterical in getting caught. "Totally worth it," Matt stated. Reluctantly, he and Tim got up, finished ACTUALLY cleaning and rinsing each other off, and headed for Coach's office, all the while Matt thinking to himself, "This guy totally acts like he's still in college, so fucking cool."
Once there Matt did not see Marty around. Tim pointed to a closed door in the corner of the office. "It's another office used as a storage room" Tim emphasized. They walked to the other side of the room and opened the door. There was Marty, lounged out in just a white towel on a mattress on the floor, the actual gym equipment shoved to the corners, leaving the entire middle of the storage room clear. "What's that?" Matt pointed to a black item spread around the mattress. "It's a rubber sheet," Tim grinned, "don't want things to get messy when things get messy."
Before Matt could get out an "Oh," Tim picked Matt up and launched him into Marty's waiting arms, where the head Coach started devouring Matt with kisses and hugs. "God you smell fucking incredible," Marty told the young recruit, all of them naked now, their towels tossed to the sides. Tim squatted down on his knees on the mattress next to them, "and how do I smell, considering we just used the same soap?" Marty looked his young, godlike coach up and down and said, "Like the exquisite whore you always are, pussy boy."
"Good," Tim said as he stood up close and above them. "Then you both won't mind cleaning this cock off some more." Tim looked at Matt who was already licking his lips, as if dessert had just been added to the orgy menu he was in the middle of devouring. Pushing Marty back on his haunches, Matt grabbed Tim's balls with one quick, tug down on them slightly, and threw Tim's cock back to his tonsils. Tim almost lost his balance but caught himself on his tree trunk thighs just in time.
"Oh gooddd, love your fucking throat....uuuhhhhh....uuuuhhhh...tug my balls harder slut." Matt squeezed them a bit more and pulled on Tim's beautiful sperm sacks some more. "That's it," Tim said as his powerful hand held Matt's head on his rod, "feel the heat of my baby makers, brewing...ooohh...up...a special load for you...aaaaggghhh."
Matt was so intent on Tim that he hadn't noticed Marty had gotten behind him, that is, until he felt a familiar feeling, if not a new tongue invade his space. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH ... oh my god..." Matt wailed as the head coach's tongue felt like heaven in his pucker, and felt gigantic like the rest of the man. No wonder Tim reacted to his buddy's ass licking like he had before -- it was like some giant serpent penetrating his hole, the man's giant hands spreading his teen cheeks wide so he could get more of it in there.
Just then Marty licked his fingers, put one then two then three of them in Matt's hole, and before the hole made by them could close, Marty's tongue probed the INSIDE of his ass as far in as he could smash his tongue in there. "Tastes like a real fucking man in there," Marty commented. Matt withdrew his attention to Tim's dick momentarily, his knees wobbling, sweat forming down his back, "FUUUUUCK, how the hell can ANYTHING feel that gooooood," Matt barely got out. "Yeah," Tim said, "fucker's an ass man alright, best rim job west of the Mississippi." Marty looked up at Tim, "I used to live east of the Mississippi, it's the best rim job ANYWHERE you beautiful bastard."
With that wicked tongue soaking his ass, Matt didn't notice Marty popping the lube bottle. All of a sudden his three fingers were more quickly working their magic up Matt's crack, all the while the kid was getting chocked down to Tim's pubes in the front. Tim was losing his breath, "you do that sooooo good Superboy, look at all that spit on my dick, yeaaaaah, nice and slow down that velvet throat of youuuuuuurrss..." Matt was in heaven, stimulated on both sides, when all of a sudden he felt pain and pressure on his ass. "Don't worry recruit, I'll take it niiiice and slow...that is, until you get used to it," promised Marty.
The head coach had lubed up his fuck pole and started to slowly enter Matt's ass, his perfect cheeks finally allowing Marty's thick 9 inch pole to enter past his ring. Matt took a huge gasp of air in, "huuuuuuuuhhhhh, oh my goooddd, ohhhhhhhhh Marty, go slow...go slow...go fucking slow....aaaaaaaagh." This went on for a few minutes more, Marty slowly going deeper, Matt cursing and groaning, Tim trying his best to keep Matt's mouth on his rod. "My god...such a... tight fucking cornhole," Marty could barely get the words out, "Matt, you're going to fit in just fine here...aaaaghhhh...everything's fitting in fine...oooohhhhh FUCK that's a tight hole!"
Marty tried to pick up the pace, but Matt's breathing was getting too erratic from the spearing his prostrate was enduring and Tim did not want this to end here. He pulled Matt up for a kiss, Marty's monster pole leaving Matt's hole with a "pop." "What the fuck did you do that for," the big man said to Tim. Tim replied with a sly grin, "I have a better idea - Marty, lie down on the mattress."
Marty listened to his sex fiend buddy and did just that, making sure his right hand supported his beautiful cock sticking straight up. "Matt," Tim continued, "sit on that pole, facing away from him -- look at ME while you lower yourself on that meat." Matt got into position, took a deep breath, looked into Tim's beautiful baby blue eyes, and just went for it, the head coach's dick very slowly disappearing between his two perfect cheeks.
"Oh my god, SOOOO fucking tight," Marty trying to fight the incredible sensations of that tight hole, surprised how easy he went in, first slowly, then soon enough, to his pubes. It was easy to see why -- the kid was distracted by kisses and rubbing from Tim. "You like the way he feels inside of you" Tim asked Matt through kisses and pets.
"Feels fucking great" the kid stammered, sweat absolutely pouring down the boy's body. Matt went to continue his kissing with Tim, but Tim wanted more, and bending a bit on powerful thighs in front of Matt, took Matt by the hair and shoved the kids face in his sweaty pit, "here boy, smell and lick a real man, you know you fucking want to."
Tim's wonderful, dirty talk and Marty's spearing had Matt on the edge again, Tim's right pit, with just the right smattering of hair against his white muscular frame, was bliss. The pheromones from Tim's sweaty, showered underarm and the shockwaves from Marty's slow, steady pounding were all Matt thought he needed in life, as his breathing got erratic. "How do I taste whore," Tim asked, Matt's face jammed into his pit. All Matt could do, besides gasp for air, was let out a long, steady groan.
Noting the kid was getting close again, Marty pushed the kid up, pulled halfway out and said "don't you fucking cum whore, fight it Matt, FIGHT IT." Matt calmed down, his erratic breathing got steadier, and the three men slowed down into a groping, sweaty, messy holding pattern, Tim groaning as this incredible kid continued to lick at his pit like it was his last meal.
Tim ordered both studs to move to the edge of the mattress, so that Matt would be bouncing up and down on that massive rod while Marty's legs would dangle over the edge. They repositioned themselves as Tim had asked, Matt moaning and sweating as he lowered himself oh so slowly on Marty's perfect pole. Tim spread Marty's legs out a bit to a 45 degree angle and said "let's see what this new gymnast recruit can do," and with that he spread Matt's legs wide, into a split stance, while Marty grabbed Matt's hips and lowered the boy up and down his shaft. "Fuck that feels fantastic, look at this kid...uggggggghhhh," Marty threw his head back in ecstasy.
Matt just groaned and swore, his eyes wide open like he couldn't believe how amazing this all felt. "Just one more thing for me to do," said Tim. Tim went on his back, his face against the mattress, the fucking taking place just above him. With that beautiful, muscle, gymnast body of his, he put a hand below each of Matt's outstretched thighs, and lifted himself up so that his feet were flat on the floor and his knees bent, his torso extended between arms and bent legs as horizontal as a table. He threw his head back and now started licking the two men best he could, Marty's taint, his balls, Matt's ass when it pounded all the way down the 9 inch cock that impaled him.
Matt was awestruck -- the view from his vantage point was astounding. Every muscle on Tim's sweaty anatomy strained to hold the position, arms, back, chest, legs, just looking at Tim caused him to go breathless, not to mention his tongue and Tim's boss's incredible fucking job. The kid was in overload.
Marty, feeling his mate's tongue wash over his ass and balls, viciously slammed Matt down on his dick again, letting the kid feel every inch of his massive cock against the lining of his butt. The big boss man was seriously starting to lose it now, the feeling of his dick up Matt's ass too good. "Tim...this is fucking too much, I'm...uuuughh, I'm never going to last, if you got something you want to do...you better...make it...quick...uggggghhhhh...it's too fucking tight, so fucking gooooood."
Tim knew that he needed to act, and he ached to cum, so he jumped to his feet like a cat, turned around, kissed Matt passionately, told both guys not to move, got in position in front of Matt, faced away from the young stud, and lowered his body on Matt's 7 inch fuck stick. Matt screamed "FUUUUUUUCCCCK!!!" in utter ecstasy, the stimulation from both ends driving him delirious. "I took your cunt cherry before, only fitting I'm the first guy you fuck as well," Tim said. "Fuck it feels sooooooo good, been soooooo fucking long since I had anything in there except my fingers," the red haired demigod groaned, Matt's cock hitting long-neglected spots.
But Marty and Matt were now in near states of panic, their whole bodies fighting not to blow the loads that were quickly boiling to the surface. Tim knew this and started jerking his cock, his fist a blur on his perfect pole. "This is what I've been saving up for whore, now FUCK ME `TIL I BLOW YOU BEAUTIFUL CUUUUUUUNT!" And with that Tim rammed his ass down on Matt's dick as hard as he could, Matt screaming with delight as Tim's ass tightened around Matt's cock as he felt the red head's dick absolutely explode into the air, Tim's whole body convulsing, sweat pouring out and down, shot after shot of cum filling the small room with its sweet smell.
As Tim was in the middle of one of the most intense orgasms of his life, he felt Matt's warm cum fill his hole as THE most intense orgasm of Matt's young life hit the boy from head to toe, his whole body tensing, "Ohhhh Fuck, Ohhh FUCK, Oh my gooood," his dick shooting in Tim's gloriously tight, perfect hole, sweat continuing to pour down on Marty below him, Matt crying and screaming in a hysterical daze.
All of this stimulation above him wasn't lost on Marty, whose dick was being strangled by Matt's ass which was spasming in the middle of his orgasm, both Marty and Matt being crushed by Tim's own explosion. "Ohhh GOOOODDDD," Marty said, "I'm CUUUUUUMIIIIING," he screamed as he pushed his dick as far up Matt's tight chute as it would go, lifting both men above him an inch or two, draining his massive baby makers up Matt's chute, cum escaping around Matt's hole, the whole world a blissful blur of grunts, sweat and jizz coming from the three jocks.
When it was over, Matt was lying up on the mattress, his eyes closed, a smile plastered on his angelic face. Marty and Tim were above him petting his chest, running their hands through his sweaty hair and smooth, moist chest, the mattress pad soaked with cum and sweat from the mini-orgy that had just ended. Marty started, "so Matt, now that you have an idea of this place, what do you think." Eyes still closed, letting out the lowest of sighs, all Matt could muster was "where the fuck do I sign."
"Not so fast," said Marty, still breathing hard, "there are other people you need to meet, things you need to understand. Why don't we all get cleaned up, grab a bite, and take you to your place for the night. Too bad these get-to-know-the-recruit visits are usually scheduled for just one night, since we never know how they will turn out. We need you to go over some gym routines tomorrow morning before your flight back home in the early afternoon."
Everything Marty suggested they did. A quick (and uneventful) shower, followed by a quick meal and Matt found himself in a small guest apartment on campus. The two coach's left with strict instructions no to tell anyone what happened if he thought he'd have a chance at the "whole college experience" they had gone over with him. Matt understood, unpacked a bit and was unconscious when his head hit the pillow.
The next morning Tim picked Matt up early and they grabbed a small bite to eat. It was then over to the gym so Tim, Marty and some of the gymnastic guys could watch Matt do some routines. Now he was totally relaxed and wowed them all, big smiles all around. Tim said to himself, "Shit, this kid really knows his stuff, is sooooo easy on the eyes AND smart AND easy to talk to, and FUCK just look at that ass fly around the pommel horse. Kid's a total package."
Tim did have to chuckle as he could see certain moves were bothering Matt's tender ass, a point Matt made to him over breakfast. Tim had assured him, "Matt, I'm surprised you were able to do what you did yesterday with us. It was your first time, it's gonna be sore and tender. It will take you a few days to feel fine, then next time, it will heal faster," Tim winked and grinned to the boy. "I hope so Tim," said Matt, but after Tim gave him a stern look, Matt realized what he had said and quietly whispered, "I mean Coach."
Things were going just as planned, Marty thrilled with the way everyone was getting along and reacting to some new, potential talent (in more ways than Marty could outwardly express), and he realized Matt had an easy-going personality, smart and funny. Practice done, it was a quick shower and then off to lunch on the way to the airport. Tim drove and they stopped for a bite. It was here that Matt learned more about Marty and Tim and they about Matt.
Matt found out that Marty was 37 and from the east coast and had come out of the closet in college after meeting who he thought was the man of his dreams. Marty the football star and his man from the rugby team dated for two years in college then moved in together, Marty getting a local football coaching job. Things were great and he enjoyed a nice space to park his big bone on a nightly basis in his stud boyfriend. But it was more than that, for Marty it was love, until Marty came home unexpectedly early one night to find his man bouncing up and down like a pogo stick on Marty's best friend's rod. That's when he decided to come out west and start over, got the job at Western U, and the rest you know. He has never had a steady man since and isn't in any rush to find one, which is why he prefers the Gang and no commitments.
Tim was from the far Northwest. As a kid he was small, and his red hair made him stand out and he was bullied in grade school...a lot. His parents got him out of public school and into gymnastics as they noticed Tim had a fearless streak about him. By 12 he showed good promise, but the earlier constant and still occasional bullying took a toll on him mentally, so to help him out, his parents also enrolled him in Karate. Tim took to it immediately, the work ethic kicking in fast, and by 15 he was a new kid, a star gymnast and a powerfully built, confident teen. He didn't have to use his fighting skills until the same bullies from grade school, all of them teenagers now, got him alone walking home one day.
Instead of turning around, Tim knew it was now or never. The head of the gang of four shoved Tim, and was going to walk away, until Tim called him a pussy. The kid turned around to quickly throw a punch, but Tim was quicker, much quicker. He blocked the punch with his left hand and jammed his palm up the bully's nose, knocking him down, breaking his nose, and leaving the kid unconscious and the other bullies stunned. Tim was never bothered again. His gymnastics skills got even better, he quit Karate, and starting hitting the weights even more.
As Tim's story was winding down, Matt placed his hand over Tim's, and said "I'm sorry you had to go through that." Without looking up, Tim slowly withdrew his hand back and said through eyes that now stared at Matt, "That's ok stud, I won't EVER let ANYONE hurt me again." Matt figured that that was one of the reasons why Tim and Marty got along so well, and why this "gang" of theirs seemed to work out so well for the both of them. They could fuck all they wanted, let all their aggression and tension out, and never have to worry about letting someone in that could hurt them. Matt thought how sad that might be but could understand, as much as an 18 year old could understand anyway.
As for Matt, he was a sickly child, such that he had to start school late, so Marty and Tim found out Matt would actually be 19 in a few months, something that didn't surprise them since the kid was more mature than most recruits they had met. Matt enjoyed his small town and loved his parents, but sometimes he thought he'd go nuts if he had to stay there much longer. Marty let him know that a lot of kids from conservative homes looked to more liberal, west coast schools like Western U to explore who they were and make a fresh start, sort of like he and Tim had done when they looked for new jobs and opportunities.
By the time they got to the airport, Matt felt like he had made two new friends, even though outside of their banging one another they were his potential coaches and had his respect. They told him they would like him to come out again in about two weeks, he could invite his parents as well, but pretty sure his folks would be staying in a hotel, you know, just in case things got out of hand at the university. Matt was beaming and blushing at the same time, and said he would love to come back, Marty and Matt continuing to hash out the details, Tim silently driving.
Marty tells Tim, "hey keep the car humming, gonna take Matt up to the counter outside here and make sure he's checked in." Tim just saluted Marty and said in his best sarcastic tone, "sir YES SIR! Oh and kid, stay out of trouble and keep that gorgeous mouth of yours shut." Matt beamed at Tim and thanked him. Marty took Matt aside before sending him on his way, knowing he had to talk to the kid before he went home and started really thinking about everything that had happened in the last 24 hours.
"Matt," Marty began, "Don't fall in love with Tim or anyone else, you're too young and you have your entire college experience ahead of you." Matt started to interrupt but was stopped by Marty who continued, "I saw the way you placed your hand on his, got emotional a bit -- I was watching your face. That's not what a typical recruit would do to a potential coach, no matter what happened yesterday between the three of us." Matt wanted to say something, but he really had nothing to say, maybe he was in over his head, or just confused at the speed of things. Deep down inside, he knew Coach Marty was right.
Marty kept going. "I've seen Tim go through every guy with a cute ass he has come across. He can get anyone he wants, and he explicitly told you he won't be hurt again by anyone. I know him better than he probably knows himself sometimes - he is not the kind of guy who would settle down. It's ok to love him in a brotherly way, and as a friend and as a lover, but, don't fall IN love with him, you could get hurt -- BAD. I almost made that mistake once here with someone (not Tim) so I know what I'm talking about. Tim's one of the nicest guys I have ever met and he won't intentionally hurt anyone, but he will if you let him, so just be careful and think about it.
Matt thanked him for everything, Marty reiterating one last time how much they wanted him to choose their school for all it could offer him. Matt went into the terminal and Marty found Tim's car. "What the fuck took you so long old man," Tim started into his friend before Marty's perfect ass even got comfortable in the seat, "You'll scare him away before he even gets here, what the hell was so important you had to lecture him?" Marty just looked at his perfect specimen of a man friend and said, "Just some more details to iron out, nothing a pussy assistant coach needs to be involved with. Let's get back to the school -- lots to do and we could both use a weight workout." The two friends headed out and laughed, they could always laugh, Tim thought.
They did just that, the workout not the best as they were both dragging from the prior day's escapades, though no one around them was the wiser. Toward early evening Tim made his way back to his small cottage house right outside of campus limits. He walked in and turned on the music and went to the fridge for a bottle of water. With a long sigh, he thought to himself that it had been a long, good couple of days. He sat on the couch relaxing, eyes closed, listening to Chris Martin's voice and some of his favorite lyrics:
How much you wanna risk?
I'm not looking for somebody
With some superhuman gifts
Some superhero
Some fairytale bliss
Just something I can turn to
Somebody I can miss
I want something just like this.
He looked around the room and for the briefest of moments, a moment almost lost on him, he frowned. Then he took a swig out of the water bottle, shook his head and cracked a big smile, and with a genuine laugh said to himself, "Damn you Superboy."
Feedback always welcomed. Next time, Matt meets the two other founders of the gang.