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Chapter 32: "The Noob"
"That fucker!!" Joey slammed his laptop closed in disgust.
Uh oh. Guess he found the Insta post, Dave thought. He'd really hoped Joey wouldn't spot it until after the match. "What's up?" he asked mildly.
"Fucking Jake Mertons, that's what," Joey fumed. "Look at this shit!" He opened his computer back up and walked it over to his fiance, who'd been studying at the kitchen table.
Yep, there it was, right in the post they'd put up announcing their engagement. "Since you're already taking it up the ass I know you you can't wait to get pinned by a real man this weekend, loser." Dave felt his brow lowering as he pressed his lips together; he was pissed too. That was such a great photo of the two of them, and having one of Joey's rivals shit-talking next to it really spoiled the moment, especially since Joey really had spent their engagement night getting pinned. Twice, actually. Dave couldn't suppress a smile at that memory.
"Really, you think he's funny? Come on!" Joey obviously misread his expression.
"No, he's a dick. Just thinking of our engagement night though." Dave wagged his eyebrows, hoping to distract Joey a bit. He always got super-intense before his matches, which was why he was so damn good on the mat, but sometimes...yeah, he could be a bit much around the apartment for a couple of days.
"Yeah..." Joey's expression softened, and a corner of his mouth twitched up in a boyish grin. "I did get pinned, didn't I?..."
"Own it, stud."
"Yeah..." Joey nodded to himself, thinking. "That's just what I'm gonna do." He pecked Dave on the cheek, grabbed his laptop, and headed back to the couch. "Right after I finish this paper."
"That's the spirit babe." Dave turned back to his own homework, satisfied that Joey had calmed down enough. Dave had no doubt that the 141 lb matchup that weekend was going to be epic though, and not in a way Jake Mertons was going to like.
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Even though the match was just a warmup for the fast-approaching Nationals both teams took it seriously, especially for the guys like Joey and Dmitri who would be competing in Kansas. It was too bad the weather was so shitty, Dave thought: it would be the last home match before the end of the regular season. He was happy to see Denise, Chris, and some of the other significant others show up for moral support. Even Paul's new girlfriend had made it--she must really be into him to spend her Saturday watching some sport she'd never paid attention too before. He wasn't bitching about not getting laid anymore at least--maybe she was lining up to ride some jock dick after the match. He knew he would be, especially if Joey won: the testosterone boost from competitions always put them both in the mood, but Joey even more so.
The smaller wrestler had even more hormones to burn off than usual, thanks to his opponent. Dave could sense him stiffen and focus the moment Mertons walked in with the rest of the team. They locked gazes, and while the visitor tried for a cocky act Joey unleashed a shark's grin that would've made Dave step back, never mind someone in Joey's weight class. He watched as Joey held his opponent's gaze while he unbuttoned his team jacket to reveal his rainbow-lettered BAMF sweatshirt underneath. Merton's face flushed; he'd obviously seen Joey flaunting it in some of his other Insta posts and knew what it meant. Dave wondered if the guy knew how badly he'd miscalculated. Good luck on the mat buddy, he thought sarcastically.
"Bergman, get that thing off! You're on the team, you wear the uniform!"
"Sorry coach!" Joey immediately stripped off the offending sweatshirt, but not before shooting an air kiss at his opponent.
After that it was, as Dave's dad would've said, all over but the crying. Mertons lasted through the first round, barely, but he underestimated Joey's ferocity in the second. He chose the defensive posture, aiming for the reversal points, but instead Joey drove in with lightning speed, his takedown turning into a pin in under 10 seconds. Their whole team erupted, especially the couple of guys Joey had bitched to about the Mertons's comment. Joey still had the predator's smile when the ref had them shake hands after; Mertons just looked stunned. He and Joey had wrestled against each other before, but he'd never had his clock cleaned this badly. There's a life lesson for you asshole, Dave thought smugly. Don't poke the honey badger.
The momentum from Joey's win carried through the rest of the match, and by the time Dave and Dmitri's weight class was up they were comfortably ahead 83-72. Dave barely lost his match in a decision against a guy named Zane he'd gone up against before. They were evenly matched, both in skill and temperament, so while he was disappointed he didn't win he wasn't too bummed either: he knew it was going to be close, and he'd done okay. Dmitri was the last to wrestle, and was the heavy favorite. Between that and their lead it was almost an anticlimax when he won in a major decision.
The two teams milled around after the match was over and they'd showered--there seemed to be some sort of holdup with the visitors and Dmitri had asked them to wait up. After a few minutes of talking with their coaches he called the team over. "Guys, the weather went to shit while we were in here and they're gonna close the highway it looks like. Their coach asked if we can put up some of their guys so they can save money on hotel rooms. They don't have any shit to camp out in the gym here, so they're kinda fucked. I'm gonna take in a couple."
A few of the guys raised their hands, then more. They all knew what it was like playing for a small college with a tiny athletics budget; it could've been them. Dave raised his hand and Joey followed after a second; most of the guys were in. They were all part of a family after all--at least off the mat.
"Great," their captain nodded. "That should be enough. Thanks guys." He trotted back to the coaches to give them the good news while the guys went back to milling around.
Now that Dmitri had brought it up Dave realized he could really hear it blowing outside. He hadn't paid much attention to the weather forecast that morning, but there had been something about a storm; it looked like it'd hit. "Hey," he nudged Joey, "did you not want to host? You seemed kinda..."
"Nah, it's fine," Joey said in a low voice, "I was just hoping for another pin later on."
Dave grinned; he'd been thinking the same thing. "We can fuck after he's asleep."
"You think you can keep it down?" Joey teased.
"We've got pillows." Dave got a wicked grin. "Or maybe we should invite Mertons and make him listen."
Joey guffawed. "Make him watch! But nah, he'd just spoil the mood, the little prick."
"Yeah, and it's not a little one that I'm interested in right now." Dave pulled Joey close and rested his head on top of his boyfriend's. The rest of the team was used to their PDAs and didn't blink, but he noticed a couple of the other team's guys eyeing them a bit, with Mertons leading the stink eye brigade. Eh, fuck you, Dave thought, and kissed the top of Joey's head.
"You lovebirds gonna put on a show for your guest?" Aaron had ambled over, Chris in tow. He'd won his match too, and was in a good mood.
"Nah, he can take the living room couch while we fuck," Joey said. "How 'bout you guys? You think they're ready to hear Derrick's kink show?"
"Shit, if I know him he'll have them sucking dick by sunrise," Aaron laughed. "I know I will be." He shot Chris a look that made the dark-haired jock blush.
"Maybe you should come home with us, let your guests have your bed." Joey was only half-joking, Dave knew.
Chris's face said he'd be interested, but Aaron's was a tougher read. "Heh, not a bad idea. But how 'bout we take a rain check on that?" Aaron gave them a wink. "Huh babe?"
"Sure thing Tigg." Chris couldn't quite hide the look of mild disappointment that appeared briefly. Weird that he was the one eager to play while A was holding back--that was sure a switch. Well, they could work that out themselves, Dave thought. No good butting in.
Their conversation was cut short by the coaches calling them together so they could pair their guys up with the visitors. There must've been some discussion about Mertons because their coach and assistant coach casually suggested he and a couple of his buddies join their coaches and stay with the home team coaching staff. Smooth move, Dave thought. Joey was a popular star on the team and he could see trouble if little Jakey made any wiseass remarks. Would serve him right though.
It looked like he wasn't the only one thinking along those lines, because after that was sorted the team relaxed ever so slightly, even some of the visitors, and the pairings went fast. When he and Joey had their name called he raised his hand. "We got a couch for one," he said.
"I'll go." Zane shrugged and stepped forward.
"Cool," Dave said, and Zane grabbed his duffel bag.
"Don't drop the soap," one of the Mertons crew snickered.
Zane just shook his head with a disgusted look on his face, while Dave felt his own hardening. But before he could think of anything clever to say Joey stepped in. "He wasn't the one getting hard on the mat," he said, the shark grin reappearing. His words were to the asshole, but his gaze was locked on his opponent. "Some guys get defensive about that, try to overcompensate. Right? Jake?" The last in a hard, flat tone that made the small opposing wrestler turn beet red.
Before he could say anything one of the visitor's assistant coaches stepped in. He was a 40-something guy who looked like an ex-Marine. "Shut it," he said to his athlete, and that was the end of that. Zane just shook his head in disgust and shambled towards the exit without saying a word.
After one last dirty look Joey grabbed his own bag and he and Dave joined their guest.
"Sorry about him," the big wrestler said in a low voice. He pulled on a skully, covering his short dark brown hair as he prepared to face the weather, and Dave and Joey did the same. They could hear the wind howling outside and he knew it was going to be a cold walk back to their apartment. "He's kind of a dick."
"Yeah, we got that," Dave said, then pushed a smile onto his face. Zane wasn't the problem, no sense being an ass. Hell, he was probably going to take shit for staying with the gay couple. "Let's do this--fuck that's cold!" Thank God it was a short walk home. Well, pretty short.
None of them spoke during the hike across campus, along sidewalks that were already covered 6" deep or more in drifting snow; they just focused on trudging along. Joey did let out a muffled curse when they realized they'd walked half a block past their street, but really they just wanted to get in out of the cold. When they finally did get through the door they all let out sighs of relief as they stripped off their snow-covered winter gear. "Fuck this," Joey said, "we are SO moving to Houston if I get that offer."
"You guys got jobs lined up?" Zane asked. He was a senior too.
"Yeah, I got a job with Capital One doing customer relations stuff, and Joey's waiting to hear from a Lifetime Fitness that's looking for a lead trainer."
"And they've got a high school nearby that's looking for a part-time wrestling coach, which would be sweet as fuck." Joey was already rooting through the fridge, tossing sandwich ingredients onto the counter. "Beers?" He didn't wait for an answer, just set three Molsons on the counter and popped the caps.
"Thanks," Zane said, grabbing one while Dave took the other.
Dave studied him while their guest sipped quietly. Zane shared the same wrestling build as he and Joey but was a bit bigger than Dave, with a thicker neck and massive traps. He was clean-shaven and had cut his hair short like Aaron was doing this semester, but where Aaron gave off a boyish California surfer vibe Zane looked older, with square features and a slightly large nose. He's...actually pretty fine, Dave thought to himself. Like, really fine. The icy hike had distracted him from Joey's flirty chat earlier, but now that he was warming back up the blood was returning to his extremities--all of them. He wondered how long they were gonna have to stay up shooting the shit before he could get Joey alone and naked. Zane was just going to have to deal with the jungle noises.
Zane bit his lip, looking a little uncertain while Joey threw together some sandwiches. Dave wondered if he was having second thoughts about his choice of where to sleep. "So, Houston huh?" he ventured.
"Yeah," Joey said as he slapped on some mustard, "we're both sick of the winters here, and we heard it's pretty cool. Be nice to be out of a small town too for a change." He handed out sandwiches.
"Thanks. But Houston summers kinda suck too," Zane said, chewing. "I lived there for ten years; it's a swamp."
"No shit?" Joey said. Dave never stopped being surprised at how fast such a small guy could scarf down a meal; he was already half done with his sandwich somehow.
"Yep," Zane nodded. For the next few minutes they stood around eating and getting some inside tips on the city they hoped to move to. The talk seemed to get Zane loosened up; he was still pretty reserved, but being on familiar ground seemed to get him out of his shell a little bit. Eventually they moved to the living room area; Dave and Zane on the couch while Joey grabbed the remote and lowered himself to the floor. There was a chair he could've freed up, but it was currently piled high with unfolded laundry and (somewhere underneath) a Finance textbook Dave really needed to find before Thursday's test.
"You sure you don't want the couch?" Zane asked a little bit awkwardly.
"Nah, I'm fine here," Joey said as he settled in between Dave's legs. "House rule is: winner gets a shoulder rub from the loser." He leaned back, neck conveniently within Dave's reach.
"What if, uh, you both win?" Zane looked a hair flustered.
"It's a very new rule," Dave rumbled. As in: less than a minute old.
Joey turned around and grinned boyishly. "It's an excellent rule."
"Mmhmm." Dave cocked an eyebrow, but leaned forward to start squeezing his fiance's traps. He actually like giving neck rubs, and he'd be sure to get something in return later. He felt himself thicken slightly as he considered some options.
Joey had turned on the TV and was scrolling through Netflix options, so he didn't see Zane's slight blush as he watched Dave rubbing and kneading. "So no gay guys on your team, huh?" Dave asked casually. He'd be damned if he was going to play straight in his own living room, while doing Zane a solid and letting him crash.
"No," Zane shook his head, "not that anyone knows about anyway."
Maybe it was the way he bit his lip when he said it, but that sounded a little like a dodge to Dave. "So you think there's someone people don't know about?" He moved his grip to Joey's skull, making the smaller man do his impression of a dog getting a good belly rub.
Zane's blush gave Dave his answer. "Maybe," he shrugged. "I mean, odds are, right?" His gaze slid to the TV.
There was a moment of silence while Dave dug into Joey's knots, the compact wrestler making happy little noises the whole time. He really was a total massage whore. "Makes sense," Dave agreed eventually, "and if there were, he sure as shit wouldn't want to put up with Jake and his buddies knowing, would he?" He glanced to his right; Zane's flushed face only met his gaze for a second before glancing away.
"Right, for sure," Zane agreed quietly.
"Mmmm...fuck that," Joey chimed in. "He's a little bitch, fuck what he thinks. Ahhh...right there...yeah, that spot..." He closed his eyes and tipped his head back in relaxation.
"Well it's not just him," Zane said, even redder. "It's a small town, not like Houston or anything, and people aren't so cool about that stuff as here. It's not that far from where that kid got killed a while ago. You know, what's-his-name."
You know his name, Dave thought. You definitely do. "Shepherd."
"Yeah, that was him. Town's not all that different now, and neither is the school." Zane glanced away, sipping his beer.
"So I guess if somebody wanted a little D they'd have to sneak out of town for it, huh?" Dave said, his voice neutral.
Zane shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so. Probably." His eyes flickered guiltily again for the shortest second, then he focused his gaze back on the Netscape menu like it was the last 2 minutes of the Superbowl.
"Hey, you want a shoulder rub too?" Dave asked in a hearty voice. "Bet you could use one."
"What about me?" Joey whined. "I'm still knotted up."
Oh my God, Dave thought, I love you but you can be so freakin' clueless sometimes. "I'll get back to you babe, but I bet Zane's all tight too. And he did win his match, so...house rules." There: that'd teach the shady little fucker to pull that on him again. Dave chuckled inwardly. "Come on man, sit down next to Joey. I'll get you all loosened up, I promise." He tapped the floor with his right foot.
"Um..." Dave could see the struggle in Zane's face. C'mon man, just do it, he thought. "Sure, okay." He lowered himself to the floor and Dave repositioned himself to straddle the big wrestler; he was already chubbing up in anticipation.
Joey went back to scrolling through the Netflix menu, still oblivious, while Dave started kneading Zane's pecs. The guy had huge shoulders, and they felt really, really tight. Well they'd get that tension out one way or another, Dave thought.
A couple of minutes digging in and Zane was finally starting to relax; it didn't feel so much like he had two rocks resting on his shoulders, and he'd let himself lean back against the couch a little more. "Getting better?" he asked.
"Yeah, uh, thanks. Definitely. Never had a massage from a guy before." Zane gave a nervous little chuckle.
"You guys don't have trainers or anything? You must, right? Our guys do massage all the time for rehab."
"Oh yeah, sure. But not, like, at home." Another nervous chuckle.
"Just let his fingers work their magic bro," Joey put in, "he rocks that shit. You won't be sorry. Hey, 'Hobbs and Shaw?' We wanted to see it."
"Sure, sounds good," Dave said absently. He put one hand on top of Zane's head and squeezed at the base of his skull with the other; the wrestler made a barely audible "uh" of pleasure and relaxed back completely against the couch. The follow-up moan, when Dave began rubbing, was a little louder though, and left Zane's mouth hanging slightly open; his eyes fluttered half-shut.
Dave leaned forward, still rubbing. "You like?" he said in a low voice.
"Uh huh," Zane nodded weakly. His eyes slid closed. "Really good," he murmured, and licked his lips. Another soft noise escaped him.
Dave shifted his rhythm slower. It was still just a neck and shoulder rub, but definitely not a style he'd use on Dmitri or one of the guys: Joey called it his "get naked moves."
A couple of minutes later Joey finally picked up on the different vibe, shooting Dave a WTF? look. Dave lifted one hand for a second to mime the universal blow job gesture, and Joey's eyes got wide. He lowered his head and lifted his eyebrows. Him?!, he mouthed.
Dave rolled his eyes and nodded. Duh.
Joey's eyes lit up in anticipation and he rubbed his hands together. "Hey man, shoulders are great, but I know my legs can get real knotted up too. Want some work on those?"
Zane made a low rumble in his throat as Dave squeezed his neck with one hand and his scalp with the other. "Sure," he breathed.
Joey vaulted between his legs, and Zane spread them to give him room. When he gripped the quads just above the knees and squeezed the big wrestler twitched, then groaned. "Tight?" Joey asked.
"Uh huh," Zane nodded; his eyes were still closed. "Feels good," he said softly. When Joey's hands slid up a couple of inches he sucked in his breath lightly and opened up his thighs a bit more.
"That's right bro, we'll get you good and loosened up," Joey said.
Dave leaned in and slid his right hand over Zane's shoulder, rubbing the delt briefly on the way to tracing circles deep into his upper pec. But his other hand cupped the side of Zane's neck, squeezing and supporting. "You'll sleep like a baby," Dave promised into his ear. He could smell the generic gym shampoo Zane had used, and under that a faint masculine scent that make him want to lick his skin and taste it. When Zane moaned softly and turned his head to expose his neck, Dave did just that, lightly touching the soft skin below the ear. Zane's second moan was louder and needier, and it got Dave utterly hard. His lips moved over the path his tongue had just traced, making Zane lick his lips and pant lightly. It only took a bit of pressure to get Zane to turn his head, Dave's mouth tracking over his light stubble until their mouths met. Dave massaged the taut neck muscles under his grip as he slid his tongue over Zane's. Their visitor made a needy noise deep in his throat, and his right hand came up to pull Dave's face against his. He twitched when Joey left off massaging his right thigh to pinch one nipple, then began squirming as the small wrestler started working it over. Dave pushed his tongue in deep, tasting the residue of their beers, and Zane opened wide to let him. He began running his left hand over Joey's arm, caressing and exploring as he slowly squirmed under their touch.
Dave broke off the kiss to check in on Joey. His fiance's face was flushed, and he had a shit-eating grin on his face. Dave shared the look, then slid his tongue back into their guest's mouth while Joey began pressing against Zane and nibbling on his neck. Zane's hands began roaming more energetically as he moaned softly. Out of the corner of his eye Dave saw Joey's free hand snake down to Zane's crotch; the big guy jerked when Joey felt him up.
"Oh, you are going to love this babe," Joey said.
Dave broke the kiss. "Yeah?"
Joey nodded. "Oh yeah. He's packin'."
Dave felt his asshole quiver. "That right bro? You got a big old cock in there?"
Zane gave a little shrug. "I guess."
"Let's find out huh? Joey, let the guy up." Dave leaned back while Joey scrambled to his feet, then gave Zane a hand up. The bulge in his jeans was obvious, and Dave licked his lips at the sight.
"So fuckin' thirsty," Joey laughed at him. "C'mon, horn dog." He jerked his head towards the bedroom, his own bulge leading the way as the other two followed. Joey and Dave were pulling off their hoodies and shirts as they went, and after briefly hesitating Zane did too, tossing his into a corner of the bedroom.
"Damn that's some fine beefcake," Joey said huskily, eyeing them both. Dave had to agree: Zane had a great set of pecs and a hard flat belly, with the faintest dusting of light brown hair around his nipples and a barely visible treasure trail. Zane's cock was clearly outlined; if he hadn't been wearing jeans it would've poked up nearly to his belly button.
"It sure is," Dave said. He cupped Zane's balls and gave them a light squeeze through the fabric, then slid his hand up to grope the shaft; it flexed involuntarily and Zane made a soft noise. His eyes were wide with arousal but otherwise he just stood there, rooted, while Dave felt him up. "You've got a great cock, man."
"Thanks." Zane was panting lightly.
"Wanna check out mine?" Dave asked, and inched closer.
Zane just nodded, so Dave took one of his hands and put it on his crotch. His eyes and lips widened as he checked Dave out, and again when Dave started rubbing him in earnest.
Joey hadn't been wasting his time while they were getting acquainted: he'd finished stripping in record time and now was standing there naked, his massive schlong jutting out over his trimmed light-brown bush and smooth balls. "How 'bout this one bro?" He didn't wait, but took Zane's free hand and wrapped it around his shaft. "Oh yeah," he sighed as the big wrestler began lightly stroking.
He was still being really passive about the whole deal, Dave thought. Sure, the first time he'd been in Zane's place they had just popped those pills and were horned the fuck up, but Zane still seemed like he was holding back. Hmmm...was he?... He leaned in and licked Zane's neck, retracing the wet line his tongue had left a few minutes ago. "Ever make it with another dude before?" he murmured. He knew the answer from the way Zane twitched involuntarily.
"No," he confirmed in a low voice.
"Time to have some fun then," Dave breathed in his ear, "do all that shit you've been waiting for." When he traced the tip of his tongue over its ridges Zane whimpered and leaned into him. "Let's get you naked," he said. His hands met Joey's as they worked at opening their visitor's jeans, while Zane's hands fumbled at his own. He and Joey got there first, Joey dropping to his knees to pull the jeans and boxer briefs down, then staying there to admire Zane's meat.
"God DAMN that's a nice cock!" Joey exclaimed; Dave glanced down to see. He was right: it was awesome. Cut and as big as Joey's 8 1/2", or near enough anyway, with a nice set of nuts hanging underneath it. Joey's had a bigger head, while Zane's thickest part was the shaft a bit below it. Dave couldn't wait to find out what it'd feel like sliding in and out of his hole.
Zane's fumbling effort to get Dave's pants off got completely derailed when Joey leaned in and started tonguing his balls: between that and Dave's work on his neck he was well on the way to being a wreck. "Oh shit," he breathed, "oh shit." Dave could feel Zane tremble as he continued groping his crotch.
Enough of being the only one with any clothes on. Dave pulled back, popped the buttons on his jeans, and shimmied out of them in three seconds flat, then kicked them out of the way: he was gonna want some kneeling space soon. He pressed his body hard against Zane's, letting the wrestler feel the skin to skin contact as his clipped chest hair rubbed against Zane's side. Joey said he loved the feel; maybe their houseguest would too.
It seemed like he did, because his right arm wrapped around Dave's waist to pull them tighter, while his left reached over to start jacking him. When Dave moved in for another kiss Zane met his mouth hungrily, sucking his tongue in as they frenched. He jumped when Dave grabbed his dick and started stroking it lightly, adding his stimulation to Joey's tongue work lower down. They carried on that way for a good couple of minutes, long enough for Zane to start leaking nicely. Not as much as him or Joey of course, but Dave wasn't going to complain.
He wasn't looking to end the night with just a hand job though. "So whadya want to try?" he asked when they broke their lip lock for a second. Zane's face was flushed and he was breathing hard; Dave wondered how long he'd be able to hold out.
"Oh shit, anything." Zane licked his lips. "Whatever you guys want."
"Well I want some of that cock," Dave said. He wasn't gonna let this opportunity go to waste, that was for sure. He took a minute on the way down to work over one of Zane's nipples, nibbling it until it was stiff, then chewing on it a little harder. He was surprised at the ecstatic gasp his attention got, until he noticed that Joey had taken Zane's dick head into his mouth at the same time. "Slut," he muttered.
Joey gulped another inch of Zane's monster down his throat, then let it pop out with a satisfied sigh. "Well you were letting it go to waste," he grinned. He popped the tip back into his mouth and ran his lips over the head, making Zane gasp and twitch. "Mmmm...."
"Gimme some of that," Dave growled. He dropped to his knees, mouth watering in anticipation, and grabbed the slightly hairy base of the shaft. Joey let him tug the glans free and Dave greedily sucked it in, grunting in satisfaction as he tasted that mix of precum and male skin that got his engine racing. Thanks to his many hours of practice on Joey's monster he had no problem getting most of it down his throat, and he savored the sensation as he bobbed up and down.
"Fuck, you look so hot," Joey whispered in his ear. "So fuckin' hot..." He grabbed Dave's dick and started slowly stroking it, making Dave grunt as the precum he smeared around lubed up his sensitive head. "Suck that cock...suck it." No sweet talk from Joey now: that meant his engine was revved up good.
"Unnhh...shit..." Zane gasped. He put one hand on the back of Dave's head in encouragement as his hips began pumping, and another more tentative one on Joey's.
Joey looked up. "You want us both in there bro? Suckin' your fatty?"
"Uh huh," Zane swallowed and nodded vigorously. When Joey's mouth joined Dave's on his shaft he bit his lower lip and groaned, his hips rocking automatically.
Dave grunted hungrily as the taste of precum intensified, then again as Joey horned in to share some of it. The two of them passed the rigid head back and forth between them, tongues and lips meeting again and again as they swirled around and over every nerve ending. Dave was in heaven from the sensations: the taste and smell of cock, the feel of Zane's lightly-furred balls as he rubbed and tugged on them with one hand, and the massive sticky length of Joey's in his other as he jacked it. He moaned as Joey squeezed another glob out of his own dick and smeared it over the head. Fuck this was hot! He could feel himself trembling with lust--even two handfuls of cock and another one in his mouth wasn't enough. He wanted some man-on-man contact. The last time he'd felt like this he'd practically torn Joey's clothes off before the smaller man knew what'd hit him; his asshole had ached for two days from the railing he'd begged for.
"Uuuuhhh!... Gonna nut soon," Zane groaned as he pumped his shaft between their mouths.
"Not yet you're not," Dave growled and stood up. "I'm getting' some of that cock." Before Zane could register what was happening Dave had grabbed him by the shoulders, spun him around, and pushed him back onto the bed, hard enough that Zane's calves were barely hanging over the edge.
"What the fuck?" Zane looked up at him confusion.
"Got a better home for that thing than down my throat," Dave said gruffly. "Joey, grab the lube." He clambered onto the bed hovering over Zane's body, their hard ons bumping wetly against each other as he leaned down. "Time for you to do some fucking," he said. He lowered his head and mashed his mouth against Zane's for a brief fierce kiss that the other man hungrily returned. Zane made a muffled grunt and began squirming, and then it was Dave's turn to moan as two slick fingers slid up his chute. He broke off the kiss and levered himself up, panting. His asshole ached from Joey's touch, but fingers weren't going to do the trick, not by a long shot. "Line him up babe," he panted, "I need to get fucked." He felt the slick warmth of Zane's head bump against his taint as he arched his back, and then the warm head was lined up against his slick hole. He threw his head back and moaned loudly as it began stretching him open, turning into a long "fuuuuuck yeaaaaahhh..." as the thickest part of the shaft worked deeper and deeper into his guts. "Awww shiiiiit..." he breathed, "that thing feels so fuckin' good....uuuhhh..." With a sigh he bottomed out, his balls resting in Zane's soft brown bush. Just the one pass of the fat piece of flesh over his prostate had left him leaking like a sieve, a glob of cloudy liquid running down his deep red shaft. Zane stared at it, a mix of fascination and lust on his face.
Joey put one hand on his neck, leaving a smear of lube, and tongued his ear. "Want me to suck on that for you?" he breathed.
"No," Dave said in a strained voice, "I'm pretty fuckin' close already." He looked at Zane. "Why don't you give him a taste?"
"Good idea. Hey bud, you wanna try suckin' some dick?" Joey was already moving to the bedside, and didn't wait for Zane to finish nodding before he hopped up to kneel with his crotch next to the other wrestler's face. He pushed it down, the fat head in easy reach of Zane's mouth. Dave watched as the big guy eyed it and then with only a little hesitation wrapped his hand around the beast. "That's it," Joey cooed, "it's all yours big guy. Go ahead."
Zane licked his lips, then stuck his tongue out to taste a bit of the nectar Joey was providing. He must've liked the sample, because as soon as he swallowed the first drops he was back for more. This time he took the whole mushroom head in his mouth; his eyes slid shut as his lips and tongue began investigating this new experience. Dave thought it was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen, and began instinctively rocking his hips in time with Zane's sucking. The newfound cocksucker began making muffled noises of pleasure as Dave's ring squeezed his shaft, and he started taking more of Joey into his mouth.
"That's it buddy, suck my cock. Just like that... Fuck that feels good...yeah.... Tastes good huh?" Joey cupped Zane's head with his hand, supporting and guiding as he fed his meat to the wrestler's increasingly eager mouth. Zane nodded and made a muffled noise of agreement. "Yeah it does. Fuck your mouth feels good." Joey looked over at Dave. "How's that dick feel babe?"
"So fuckin' good," Dave breathed. He was riding up and down faster now, loving the feel of the fat shaft stretching him open. With Joey's monster he could always tell where the head was, but with Zane he was getting more sensation from the whole length as the fattest middle part worked its way in and out of his sphincter. His cock bounced wetly as he rode the warm pole, glistening threads of precum coating its length. With each pass of Zane's cock into his guts he felt the warm glow spreading out further into his groin, his balls getting heavier and tighter as they churned with their load. "Aahha!" Zane had started rocking his hips, fucking up to meet Dave's ass, and the extra intensity felt sick. "Harder!" he gasped. Zane started moving a bit more, but it looked like he was busy with Joey's sausage: he'd started jacking it forcefully as Joey fed him the the other 4-5", and his eyes had closed as he focused on getting Joey off. His muffled moans mixed with Joey's louder ones as the small wrestler pumped in and out of Zane's warm mouth. Joey's face had an expression of intense focus that told Dave he was getting close to basting Zane's tonsils; it was hot as fuck to watch. For that matter he was getting close too, really close. Really, really--
"Aw fuck, I'm coming!" Dave blurted out. An unstoppable wave of pleasure rolled out from his ass, setting him on fire and then overwhelming him when he wrapped his hand around his gooey cock and started beating his meat. "AAAHNNG!! FUCK!!" Not for the first time the initial jet splattered against the headboard, while the second laid a track across Zane's neck and head. It might've been coincidence, but the big wrestler groaned and stiffened as Dave basted him, and then Dave felt the fat tool inside him quiver and pulse as it flooded his guts. "Shoot it bro, gimme that load," he panted as his third, fourth, and fifth jets painted fresh streaks across Zane's broad chest and abs. "Awwww fuck yeah..." Dave's orgasm was fading, but Zane was still bucking hard and Dave was never going to complain about the feel of a fat dick pounding him. He kept stroking himself, letting Zane fuck the last drops of jizz out of him (for now) to run down his fingers. Shit, he thought, that was a helluva load. He shivered as he gave his slick head a final squeeze, enjoying the slowing sensation of Zane shuddering inside him. From the wet noises his ass was making he wasn't the only one who'd needed his balls drained.
As Zane's pumping slowed he picked back up on Joey's blow job: it looked like he was determined to finish what he'd started. Joey definitely was: his face had that look of flushed concentration that told Dave he was going to nut soon; he couldn't wait to see it. "Come on babe, blow that load," Dave urged.
"Close," Joey grunted, hips pumping in time with Zane's hand action. He steadied himself with one forearm on top of the headboard as Zane jacked him; his other hand supported the wrestler's head as he face-fucked him. "Gonna pop." Zane grunted and his cheeks puckered as he hungrily inhaled Joey's meat. He must've done something right because suddenly Joey gasped and rammed his dick deep into Zane's mouth with a loud "Aw fuck!"
Two seconds later and Zane was choking as Joey's fire house unleashed down the back of his throat. Dave could sympathize: Joey's loads tended to be pretty damn big, and if you weren't ready for them it was a lot. Joey pulled out of Zane's mouth and took over finishing himself off, quivering as he laid white tracks across Zane's face and neck at right angles to Dave's still-warm load. "Shit!" he gasped as he finished coming. Dave thought watching his o face while his cock spurted everywhere was hot as fuck. Like always.
"Nice load babe," he said. He ground his ass a little bit, enjoying the fading bits of pleasure from Zane shifting inside him.
"Hells yeah," Joey agreed, "hot as--oh!" He sucked in his breath as Zane latched onto his mushroom head, swabbing and sucking tentatively at first and then, after apparently deciding he liked it, cleaning up the shaft too. Joey grinned down lopsidedly. "You like that, huh bud?"
Zane nodded with a muffled "mmhmm," then let Joey out of his mouth. "Yeah, it's pretty cool. Takes a little getting used to the taste I guess." Not much apparently, because he popped Joey's cock right back in his mouth to finish his cleanup.
Dave laughed. "You'll get used to it, don't worry." He'd kind of wondered what guys who weren't in the Program thought about swallowing--everyone who'd taken the pills loved it--but it looked like at least one "natural" guy was into it. He leaned forward, letting Zane slide out of his ass as he did, and did his own cleanup pass on Joey's rod. Zane's eyes widened as he saw how much of it Dave could take in, even if just for a second or two. "So fuckin' tasty," he said with a grin. He gave Zane a quick peck on the lips, just enough to slid the tip of his tongue in and give the big guy another taste of Joey's goodness, then flopped over to lie on his back on Zane's right side. The wrestler stiffened a bit at the contact, but quickly relaxed into it.
"Yeah it is," Joey agreed. "More than I can clean up right now though." He rooted around in his bedside drawer and handed out a couple of cum towels. "Here. You look like a freakin' glazed donut," he said to Zane.
The big guy blushed deep red as he swabbed his chest and neck. "Uh...yeah."
Dave chuckled. "Yeah, we got you pretty good dude." Zane turned a deeper shade of red and scrubbed more vigorously. He didn't look entirely unhappy though. "So was it how you thought?"
"I guess...I mean, I dunno." Zane finished wiping, while Joey grabbed another towel for him and Dave since their guest had pretty much used his up. "But it was really hot though," he added with a smile.
"Hell yeah it was," Joey chimed in as he wiped his dick. "You give great head. You've really never done this before?"
Zane shook his head. "Just watched porn. Kind of a lot of that." He gave a crooked smile. "And I know what I like, you know, getting one."
"They don't suck," Joey agreed, then laughed at what he'd just said. Dave and Zane joined in.
"Your fucking game is strong too bro," Dave said as Joey handed him the towel, "that was the shit."
"Yeah?" Zane clearly looked pleased. "It looked like you liked it."
"Oh yeah," Dave nodded as he wiped himself off. "Big dick like that is freakin' awesome." He tossed his towel in the corner and then did the same with Zane's.
"So it really feels good huh?"
"Oh yeah," Dave nodded, "especially a big one." He gave Zane a quick grope that ended with his thumb sliding over the head. Zane was soft, but the sensation still made him twitch.
"He's totally a whore for a big dick," Joey laughed, and leaned across Zane to give his fiance a quick peck on the lips.
"Guilty," Dave laughed.
Zane eyed Joey's monster. The guys on the wrestling team all joked that he was a shower and a grower both, because even soft it was pretty obvious he was packing; more so than Zane. "So, like, how long did it take you to get used to that thing?"
Dave laughed. "Not very. We were pretty horny."
"And drunk," Joey added. By unspoken agreement neither of them brought up the pills when they were recounting the Pines Motel story.
"It kinda hurt at first," Dave admitted, "but we just went slow. Once I got used it it though...man...." Just remembering that crazy night was enough to get his engine going again. "...it rocked my fuckin' world."
"Yeah it did, beeyotch," Joey smiled. "Didn't hurt that Aaron got you loosened up for me though."
Zane's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, you mean you guys got it on in a threeway your first time?" Dave and Joey nodded, grinning. "Jesus! You guys are living a freakin' porno, doing stuff that--" he blushed, "well, you know."
"That you jack off to?" Joey asked. Dave noticed his dick starting to thicken. Thanks Ollo, he thought, for giving my boyfriend an ever-hard dick. Joey slid his palm across Zane's pecs, then began idly rolling one brown nipple between his thumb and finger. "Here's your chance bro. All that shit that gets you hot while you rub one out? Here we are." He pinched a bit harder and Zane arched his back in response, instinctively pressing into the stimulation.
Dave wrapped one mitt around Zane's meat; he could feel it pulsing warmly as it began thickening. "When you go home you can jack it thinking about all the shit you did with us. Fucking me up the ass...." He squeezed encouragement as Zane firmed up.
"Sucking face," Joey murmured as his palm slid across Zane's flat stomach. "Tasting my cock..." his fingers slid through Zane's pubes and then down to the crease of his thigh; the big wrestler opened his legs slightly in invitation. "My load shooting down your throat..." He paused to coat his index finger in spit.
"The way you fucked a load out of me and made me come all over you," Dave breathed. He was as hardening up as fast as Joey, and Zane was catching up rapidly. Zane turned to look at him and Dave leaned in for a deep kiss as he began jacking him slowly. "Your dick felt so good inside me man."
"It looked like you liked it," Zane said a bit breathlessly. "It really didn't hurt?"
"Mm mm." Dave shook his head. "Feels fucking amazing."
Zane's eyes widened slightly and he sucked in his breath a little; Dave felt his dick jump. "See?" Joey said, "Kinda nice, huh?" A quick glance confirmed that Joey's wet finger had found its mark. Zane bit his lip and nodded, then grunted. Joey grinned. "More?" Zane nodded quickly, then made a hungry noise as Joey's finger went deeper; it was hot as hell for Dave to watch, knowing what he was feeling.
He didn't want Joey having all the fun though. He released Zane's sausage and felt around the bed until he grabbed the lube. Zane barely noticed: his gaze was locked on Joey's as the smaller man's finger worked in and out. His cock was standing straight up and a generous bead of precum was forming at the tip as Joey massaged him, his thighs automatically spreading for better access. He was so going to love getting fucked, Dave could tell already.
Sure enough, when his lubed finger joined Joey's the big wrestler let out a hungry moan. His eyes slid shut and he whimpered as Dave pushed through his ring. Joey nipped his ear. "That's it bro, open up for us." He synched his thrusts with Dave, the two of them tugging his ring wide as they stretched it from opposite sides. Dave had never been fingered by two guys at once, but Zane sure as shit was liking it. He filed it away for something to try himself the next time the chance came up.
"Feels awesome doesn't it?" he asked.
"Nnnnggyeaahh...fuuuuck..." Zane groaned. His hips were rocking in time with their finger thrusts and his cock was a deep red; the first drop of precum had broken free and left a glistening thread connecting his piss hole to his faint treasure trail. He probably would've been stroking it, but Dave and Joey were on top of his arms and he couldn't reach. He settled for pulling Dave in for a deep kiss, then Joey. "Shit," he panted, then "Oh shit!!" as Joey slid another finger in. Three was a tight fit, but he was loosening up pretty fast for a virgin; he'd be ready for some dick pretty soon Dave figured. God knew he would if he were in Zane's place.
Dave took a quick break to squirt another glob of lube on his finger and then worked it back in, taking time to tug and stretch Zane's ring with the tip as he did. The big jock bucked and squirmed from the intense sensations, the flush on his shoulders and face deepening. "Uhhnnnnn....fuuuuck," he moaned, "oh fuuuck...fuck me." He thrust his hips up eagerly to meet their probing fingers and his hand clutched Dave's lower back.
"You ready for some cock?" Joey asked. His voice was rough with lust, and his massive tool was swollen and leaking; Dave shivered at the sight. Zane jerked as Joey's fingers gave him an extra stretch, then nodded and panted. Joey slid his fingers out and lightly tugged at the base of Zane's shaft. "Yeah you are," he said and levered himself up, clearly ready to do the honors.
"Babe." Dave touched his hand to Joey's. "Why don't we start him a little slower, huh?" He nodded at Joey's slab of meat. "That's a lot for the first time." And Zane didn't have a little white pill or any magic lube to help him over the hump, he didn't need to add.
Joey huffed in frustration but nodded. "Yeah okay, fine" he said reluctantly. Dave saw a faint look of relief flicker across Zane's face. Yeah, better not to wreck his hole the first time. Joey could have his way with the big guy once he was broken in; Dave was sure he'd love it once he was ready. He sat up and positioned himself between Zane's legs, then lubed up his dick. He shivered as he stroked the gel along it; Zane and Joey weren't the only ones who were horny as fuck.
"Grab your thighs bro," Joey instructed, "show him your hole." Zane complied, then sucked in his breath as he felt Dave's mushroom head press against his opening.
"Just breath out man," Dave instructed as he started to sink in. It'd been over a week since he'd had his dick up Joey's muscular little ass, and he relished the feel of warm flesh wrapping around him as he sank in. Zane was definitely tighter than his boyfriend, and Dave heard the catch in his breath as his mushroom head came up against his sphincter. Dave grabbed the bottom's ankles and spread them wide, encouraging him to open up. "No rush man," he soothed, "just push out like you're taking a shit, and keep breathing." Zane nodded and tried to comply, while Joey slowly jacked him in encouragement. Give the guy credit, Dave thought, he was staying pretty damn hard as Dave pried him open. His dick wasn't the massive beast that Joey had, but he'd had more than one comment about how fat his head was. Aaron in particular loved it, but even then it'd been a while before he could just slide into his ex-roommate's ass without some warmup.
He waited patiently--or as patiently as he could with a tight hot knot quivering around the head of his dick--as Zane slowly yielded to him. "You okay?" he asked. He hoped so: taking this a millimeter at a time was excruciating. Zane nodded and grunted "uh huh" through gritted teeth. It was definitely a good thing Joey hadn't gone first. "Almost there bro," he said; he could feel the ridge of his glans was almost through. So close...
A minute later they'd done it, and Zane sighed with relief as his ring only had the comparatively easy shaft to contend with. Dave kept the pressure steady, but now he was sliding in steadily and he sighed in appreciation as he sank into the tight warmth. When he finally bottomed out and his pubes were crushed tight against Zane's taint he shivered with pleasure. "Fuck that's a hot hole," he grunted.
"You're a champ man," Joey encouraged. He reached across Zane's body to grab the lube, then slicked up the big man's semihard dick and began stroking it back to hardness. Dave could feel Zane's hole unclenching as his cock reinflated, and he began making tiny thrusts. "How's that feeling?"
"Better," he said. Dave could see his face starting to unscrunch as he relaxed; he'd be ready for more soon. "Didn't know you were so big," he said.
Joey laughed. "He's got an awesome cock man. You're gonna love it."
"Yeah, don't worry. I'm not Mr. Donkey Dick here, but you're gonna have a good time," Dave said. "Right babe?"
"Oh yeah," Joey gave him a sideways grin as he nibbled briefly on one of Zane's nipples. "He fucks like a champ. Wait'll that fat head of his starts moving around in there; you'll go fucking nuts I guarantee it."
Dave smiled at the compliment. Joey's dick drove him crazy when it was deep inside him; it was nice to be reminded he could do the same. He increased his movements a bit to test the waters and was pleased when Zane grunted in way that said he was starting to appreciate said fat head. "That good?" he asked. Zane nodded and Dave began lengthening his thrusts while keeping them slow.
"Aaaahhh..." Zane breathed. "OhhhOHH." His eyes widened suddenly. It looked like Dave had found his prostate. He grinned and administered a series of short jabs that passed his head back and forth over the area. "Oh shit!" Zane gasped, "Oh shit!" His hands grabbed the bedspread as his hips bucked.
Joey and Dave shared a grin. "I think you got it babe," Joey said. He sat up on his heels, then grabbed Zane again and resumed stroking. "Lucky fucker," he said with a smile. Zane groaned. "This what you jacked off to bro?" Joey asked.
"Aw fuuuck," Zane gasped, "I had no idea. This--unnhh--fuck your dick feels so fuckin' good!" Dave rested Zane's ankles on his shoulders and gripped his thighs. With the big wrestler properly braced he was able to pick up his pace and he began breaking the new bottom in in earnest, Zane's moans become louder and more enthusiastic as he accommodated the cock opening up his hole all the way.
"Oh my God this is fuckin' hot," Joey muttered. He stopped jacking Zane long enough to get some lube on his left fingers, then reached behind to slide them into his own hole before resuming his hand job. "Fuck him," he muttered, his dick bobbing stiffly as he rocked his ass back into his fingers.
Dave tangled his fingers in Joey's thick brown hair and pulled him in for a rough kiss. "You wanna get fucked too?" he asked. Joey nodded and mumbled agreement around their dueling tongues. Dave broke off the kiss. "Slut," he teased.
"Tease," Joey responded. "Getting me fuckin' horned up then leaving me high and dry." He let go of Zane and tugged his own meat a few times. "I can't just watch that. I'm goin' nuts here."
"Well you know we can fix that," Dave said. He stopped thrusting and looked down. "Hey man, you wanna try it doggie style?"
Zane nodded. "Sure, if you want."
"Awesome. Joey loves it that way, dontcha babe?"
"Fuck yeah," Joey grunted. It looked like he'd just jammed another finger in there; he was definitely in a mood.
Dave slid out of Zane with a soft pop. "Get down there horndog," he said, swatting Joey's ass. The small wrestler complied, pooching out his ass and looking up at him with a grin of anticipation. Dave took a second to admire the tight globes in front of him, then turned to Zane. "C'mon man, get up." He shook his head when Zane started to get on his hands and knees. "No no, up here. I've only got the one dick; you're gonna have to do double duty. Cool?"
Zane's face lit up as he got where Dave was going. "Yeah, sure." He got up on his knees while Dave grabbed the lube; they were going to need to get more soon at this rate. He drizzled a good amount on Zane's dick, then indulged himself for a few seconds spreading it around while jacking it; Zane didn't seem to mind. Dave jerked his head at Joey. "Okay bud, get on it."
"Awww shiiit," Joey drawled as Zane lined up behind his ass.
"Hey, you wanted some D babe."
"Yeah, but damn that's--uh!--a lot. Go slow," he grunted as Zane began pushing in. "Hooooboy... fuckin' A that's big." He dropped to his elbows and began breathing deeply as Zane opened him up. Joey loved it when Dave power fucked him, but this was definitely going to be next-level for him.
"Hey, you wanted him to take yours. Only fair," Dave teased. He put one hand on Zane's shoulder for balance while he lined his head up with the big guy's hole. It quivered when he made contact, opening easily to him now that he'd stretched it open. He made a long grunt of satisfaction as he sank back into the warmth, joined by a faint whimper from Zane. "Oh yeah that's nice," Dave sighed. He waited patiently while Zane continued prying Joey open. He could tell the wrestler was trying to hold back, but at the same time the sensations from Dave's cock kept him squirming around the meat buried up his backside. That made his own entry into Joey's ass a little less than smooth; the compact wrestler wasn't complaining, but his heavy breathing told Dave he was definitely still adjusting.
Finally Zane took a deep breath and let his glutes relax a bit. When Dave slid one hand down his torso to the big jock's bush he bumped against Joey's ass; Zane was balls-deep all right. "How's everybody doin'?" he asked. His own dick felt great, and the little noises Zane had been making said he was happy; the question was really more for his fiance.
"Ho...shit," Joey panted, "that thing is fuckin' huge. Gimme a minute." He took a couple of long deep breaths, his head hanging down as he willed himself to relax. Finally: "OK, I'm good. Just go slow, huh?"
Dave smiled to himself in anticipation: that'd taken less time than he'd thought. Which meant Joey was going to be ready for some long-dicking soon. Back at the gym Dave had thought Joey's comments meant he was gonna be Tarzan for the night, but it looked like Dave had read it wrong. Or maybe Zane's monster dick had changed his mind. Either way...he hunched his hips slightly, crushing his pelvis into Zane's ass and pushing a few millimeters deeper. Zane let out a little grunt and his ring tightened instinctively around Dave's shaft, and then Joey followed as Zane's flexing opened the small jock a fraction more.
"That's it," Dave sighed. He wrapped his left arm around Zane's smooth chest and pulled their torsos tight. He quickly located one stiff nipple and pinched it lightly as his right palm caressed Zane's abs and faint treasure trail. He slowly eased his hips back a fraction, and the two of them moaned faintly in unison as his dick slid partway out of Zane's guts. His ring gripped Dave's shaft instinctively, trying to keep it in, and Dave moaned again as he was milked. Zane made a hungry noise and backed up, matching his motion, and now it was Joey's turn to let out a faint "unh." Dave knew Joey wasn't there yet, but there was more than a little hunger in that noise--he'd be ready soon.
He pushed back in slowly, working Zane's nip harder; the middleman let out a long grunt and bit his lip; his head tilted back onto Dave's neck and his eyes slid shut. "Take it bro," Dave growled into his ear, "take that fat cock."
"Uhhhh shit!" Joey gasped, and levered himself back up off his elbows. "Oh, shit!" he repeated.
Dave backed out, a little faster and farther this time, and Zane followed suit. Dave began rocking in slow motion, pushing Zane into Joey, then dragging his hungry ass backward as Dave slid out. He kept a steady pace for the next couple of minutes, waiting patiently for Joey to be fully ready. Having already gotten off once he was willing to wait; it'd be worth it.
Zane was a little more eager: he'd definitely learned to appreciate the feel of a cock up his ass. As Dave gradually picked up speed Zane clamped his big hands on Joey's hips and began pumping his own, sliding between the cock up his ass and the ass wrapped around his cock. "Oh shit," he panted, "oh shit."
"Unnnhhh...more," Joey gasped, "fuckin' do it." Zane didn't wait for Dave's lead this time, but pulled out nearly all the way then pushed back, grinding hard against Joey's smooth ass. "Oh fuck yeah!" Joey groaned, "Fuck! Yeah!"
"You like that big dick babe?" Dave panted. He shifted his hands to grip Zane's hips, ready to start pounding the big jock.
"Shit yeah," Joey agreed, then made a hungry noise deep in his throat. "Feelin' real good now...uhnn!!"
"How 'bout you Zane? You like getting' fucked?"
"Holy shit," Zane panted, "amazing!" He pushed back deep onto Dave's meat and groaned, underlining his point. When he moved forward again he squeezed hard, milking the length of Dave's shaft, and the dark-haired wrestler made a groan of his own.
"Fuckin' amazing ass bro," he said, and pushed back in, hard. Zane and Joey both moaned as their asses were penetrated. The smell of male hormones and sweat filled the room, mixing with the cum from their first round, and Dave let out a growl of pure lust. "Take it," he panted, "uhnnn...take. My fuckin'. Cock." With each word he rammed into Zane's hole hard, not stopping until he knew their middleman was buried to the hilt in Joey's ass.
The two bottoms loved it, Zane's grunts louder than ever while Joey let out a continuous moan. Dave admired the sight of the small man's triceps popping as he pushed back hard into Zane's thrusts, eagerly meeting each one. "Fuck me," he panted, "fuckin' do me! Aaahnnnn....Jesus yes!"
"Jack his cock man," Dave panted. "Make him come."
Zane nodded and fumbled around for a second until he grabbed his prize. "Harder," he panted, "I'm gonna nut!" His arm flexed as he jerked Joey off, even as his own ass pushed back to eagerly meet Dave's thrusts. "Harder!" he demanded. His arm was almost a blur as he stroked, causing Joey to beg for more even as his words dissolved into moans; the noise nearly drowned out the sounds of their bodies slapping together.
Dave felt the sweat pop out on his face and run down his side as he power-fucked Zane's virginity away. The warm slick squeezing on his cock was pushing him close too, and he could feel his balls tightening up; Zane was going to get a helluva a load up his chute pretty soon.
Not as soon as Joey though: with a loud "Aw FUCK!" Zane's hips spasmed forward and his sphincter clamped tight around Dave's shaft. Dave rammed home, mercilessly pounding Zane's prostate as the big wrestler wailed and his fat dick unleashed inside Joey's ass. "God! Fuckin'--AHUHH!" His whole body jerked as he came, nearly knocking Joey flat, but Joey knew how to take a bigger man's power fucking and had braced himself well.
"Pound me!" Joey begged, "gonna come!" He rammed his ass backward, meeting Zane's frenzied thrusts with his own; Dave knew exactly how good that massive shaft would feel moving inside him. "Do it fucker! Fuck my brains outooooohhh fuck YEAH!" Zane had started to slow down, but Joey made up for it by pushing backwards eagerly, hungry for the extra stimulation as Zane worked his ass and cock into an explosion. Dave's nose filled with the smell of Joey's cum as his load spattered all over the bedspread.
Time for another trip to the laundry, Dave thought briefly. Not that he was complaining: Joey's groans told him his fiance was having a hell of an orgasm. He loved hearing Joey cut loose when he came, and this was no exception. "Shoot it, Joey," he grunted, "shoot that fuckin' load for me!" He rammed into Zane's ass faster and faster, the sounds of Joey's orgasm driving him into a frenzy. Zane had slowed nearly to a stop as he finished coming and Joey's thrusts wound down, but Dave didn't care. His balls were pulling up tight and each time he crushed his pubes against Zane's meaty ass the jolt of pleasure in his groin grew and grew. Dave closed his eyes and concentrated on getting to the finish. Zane gamely helped, squeezing him tight to keep the slick friction at maximum.
"Shit your ass feels good," Dave gasped in gratitude. "Fuck yeah, take it!!" With that his balls exploded, and he began painting Zane's insides. "Oh! Fuck! Yeah!" With each jet he rammed hard against Zane's muscular ass, nearly knocking the other two over as he pounded away; he was too focused on coming to care. For a few seconds all that mattered was the sensations in his dick as he filled Zane to overflowing, the bedroom filled with his moans of pleasure and the wet sounds of fucking underneath.
"Shit," Dave gasped, and shuddered one last time. He could feel sweat running down his side, and smell it on Zane as well. He licked one broad shoulder as he treated himself to one final pump; he felt completely drained. From the way the other two were still breathing hard it seemed like he wasn't the only one. "That was something," he said, and eased out of Zane's hole with a soft wet pop. He hadn't started to soften up yet, but he felt like someone had cut the strings to all his muscles; if he didn't flop on his back he was going to collapse forward and take the other two with him. Zane must've felt the same way, because a few seconds later he was sliding out of Joey's hole and collapsing on the small wrestler's other side.
Joey stayed on all fours for a few seconds longer, apparently still recovering. His hair was a mess and his face was red and sweaty, with an expression that could only be described as "well-fucked." Finally he shook his head and rolled over onto his back. He grimaced. "Fuckin' wet spot."
"Well whose fault is that?" Dave teased. It was the same thing Joey had said to him more times than he could count, when it was his own load on the sheets.
"Yeah, yeah," Joey said, scrubbing his face with his hands. He turned to look at Zane. "That was awesome dude. You fuck like a champ." Zane shrugged but colored slightly, looking faintly pleased. Suddenly he sat up and leaned over, and without a word took Joey's semihard cock in his mouth long enough to clean off the white goo that clung to it. He rolled onto his back as fast as he'd sat up, then lay there with his face even redder, saying nothing.
"Well look at you," Joey grinned, "you like that shit huh?" Zane just nodded, avoiding looking at either one of them. "Don't be shy--us too man. Right Davey boy?"
"Hell yeah," Dave agreed enthusiastically. Damn, the more Zane came out of his shell the hotter he got. "Gimme some of that." He propped himself up on one elbow, reached over, and grabbed Zane's right wrist; his hand was slick with Joey's cum. Dave wrapped his lips around the thumb and sucked it clean. "Mmmm..." Zane was watching him closely and Dave locked gazes with him as he moved on to the index finger. "Your load tastes so good babe," he said to Joey, "no wonder he likes it." Zane still didn't speak, but his face relaxed and he pulled his hand away to finish cleaning the other fingers himself.
"Holy shit you two," Joey sighed, "I swear if I hadn't just gotten majorly railed I would be sooo ready to go right now." He wrapped one hand around Zane's slick junk. "I can't believe this was your first time with dudes--you are one horny-ass guy."
Zane shrugged and one corner of his mouth turned up. "Lotta jerkin' off," he said.
"Lotta wasted talent," Dave said. "Wish we'd known about you a long time ago." Well, not more than a year and a half, but still.
"Uhh...you're not going to, um, tell anyone about this are you?" Zane asked.
"And miss a chance at that ass of yours?" Joe said. "No way."
"Yeah, no worries man," Dave chimed in. "We'll be cool."
Zane nodded. "Thanks." There was a lengthy but not uncomfortable silence.
Joey finally broke it. "Okay, I can't lie on this wet spot anymore. I don't care if it is mine, I'm hopping in the shower." That effectively drew a line under the sexytimes part of the agenda. By the time Dave and Zane had cleaned up they'd all realized that the days events had left them pretty much wiped out. Zane did end up sharing the bed with them though, Joey happily curled up between the two of them as they watched TV and then zonked out.
Zane's coach woke them up with an early-morning call the next day: the storm had broken and the highway patrol was reporting that the major roads were drivable, so he wanted the team back on the road ASAP. There was no time for a proper sendoff--Joey was going to have to miss breaking Zane in--but their visitor insisted Dave jack off onto his tongue "to compare the taste." Dave agreed--he wasn't going to waste a chance like that--but made Zane join him while he was kneeling there, so Dave could watch as he got himself off. Of course they didn't want Joey to feel left out, so his load joined Dave's in Zane's mouth a couple of minutes later. And then it was suddenly time to go: their visitor was going to have to sprint to avoid being late. A couple of hugs later and he was off into the brilliant morning sun, leaving fresh tracks across the parking lot of their apartment complex.
"Helluva meet," Dave said, watching from the door as Zane sprinted off.
"Heh heh. You said meat."
"Shut up you dork." Dave cuffed Joey affectionately across the back of his head, and the two of them went back inside.