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Part of me wanted Coach and Luke to return, to catch the five of us entwined like this. Still burnished with the afterglow of their own sex, maybe; hands linked, skin cooling. A suitable audience for the mass of sweating, rutting flesh that Coach’s wrestling team had become. Not so much a devolution as the inevitable end form; a found family that had more than found its finest occupation.

“Oh... oh fuck.”

Donny’s gasp the first and only warning, not that I had planned to pull away. Startled all the same by the way he yanked his cock out of me, right as it began to spew his load. Thick, gooey splashes that laced across my face and dripped down into my still-open mouth.

“Fuck, lil bro...”

Jefferson’s front row seat to my creaming sending him hurtling over the edge, his arms suddenly rictus-tight around my chest. Clamping us together as his hips slammed into me, hard enough to lift all three of us - me, Jefferson, Brayden - off the bench. Until, with a growl that seemed to reverberate from the depths of his muscled, epic torso, I felt him swell in me and knew he was breeding me for the second time in the day.

Carlos hissed, still pumping behind Donny’s lean body. Lifting the junior’s leg, leaving him balanced precariously. A look of fierce concentration on the Brazilian’s face until - a final few stabs, the sound of wet skin on wet skin loud - he jerked his dick free. Pointing it between Donny’s splayed thighs, so that the first spray hit my chin and drooled messily down my chest.

“You look so fucking hot, with cum all over you,” Jefferson muttered, gripping my jaw and turning my face so he could admire his teammate’s handiwork.

There was no way to hear the raw lust in his voice, to feel Donny and Carlos’ slime dripping down me and the meaty heft of Jefferson’s cock still impaling me, and not lose it. Frankly, with Brayden’s hole fluttering around my dick, I wasn’t sure how I’d managed to hold off for as long as I had.

The orgasm wrenching out of me, borderline-painful in its intensity. A fist of pleasure slamming into my balls, Donny and Carlos’ intermingled load overwhelming my tastebuds. Wishing I could do more than dangle there - practically balanced between Jefferson’s splayed legs on his still-hard cock, the heat of his breath on the back of my neck - as Brayden worked himself on me. Draining out the last of my climax as though it was something owed to him.

I yelped as he jerked away from me. Dizzy, body twitching. The sudden absence of his squeezing heat leaving me floundering. Unable to do anything but watch with wide, bleary eyes as he stood, turned. Reached down, to pull my chin from out of Jefferson’s grip and turn my face to look up at him.

Brayden squeezed my mouth open wide, jerking himself with his other hand, and very carefully blew his load across my outstretched tongue. Four, five, six sprays hitting the back of my throat and leaving me gulping and choking. Flailing and twitching in the heaving bubbles, and barely able to focus on him as he toppled back to land with a heavy, extravagant splash in the steaming water.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Maybe I was naive - I was pretty sure Adam would agree, and he wouldn’t be the only one - but I still feared things getting awkward after the team hooked up. That horny, no-holds-barred veil lifting from our eyes; post-orgasm clarity rushing in to fill the gap where a hunger that blurred into feral had once held sway.

Five guys, stinking of sweat and cum, eyeing each other uncomfortably and trying to think of excuses to make a sharp exit.

Only it wasn’t like that. It was never like that.

Brayden had surfaced - shedding water but not his wide grin - and Carlos had unfolded Donny’s contorted body, and the three of them had drifted with unspoken accord to the edges of the hot tub. No looks of consternation, or regret at things said or done in the heat of the moment. They didn’t even smirk at my gasp, choked down but still audible, as I lifted myself off Jefferson’s lap and felt the strange, almost indescribable sense of loss where his cock had been.

He’d kneaded my shoulder, big fingers digging into the muscle in a way I struggled not to lean into, as I settled on the bench half an arm’s length from him. Then, just when I thought the silence might sail into something uncomfortable, Carlos made a joke about Donny’s exhibitionist tendencies and that unlocked a whole series of stories that had us howling with laughter in short order.

And so the overthinking I’d promised myself I wouldn’t do - even as I’d known that was a lie - had waited, until I was watching Jefferson reach for the zip around the door to the tent.

“Do you think we could leave it open? Just for a while?”

Jefferson grinned. “Donny’s stories got you thinking about trying a little exhibitionism?”

I smiled back at him, feeling silly but knowing - a certainty that felt monumental, if I dared to examine it too closely - he wouldn’t judge me for it.

“I just thought it’d be nice to watch the stars.”

He didn’t say anything, only tucked the door flap behind its little loop.

The night sky somehow looked so much darker, and yet so much brighter, than I was used to seeing. Glinting stars flung across a velvety black backdrop.

Jefferson sat down alongside me. His shoulder just barely brushing my own.

“I guess we don’t stop enough to look at what’s beautiful around us, do we,” he observed, softly.

I wasn’t sure if I could feel the weight of his stare on me, or if I just wanted to imagine that. Didn’t dare turn to check either possibility.

“Would you have made the same decision Coach did?” I asked, instead.

The senior hummed, thoughtful. For a moment I thought he wasn’t going to answer.

“It’s hard to imagine leaving the team,” Jefferson said, eventually. “But then it’s hard to imagine someone being into guys as such a big deal, too.” He shrugged. “Back then, when it was like that, I don’t really know how I’d have reacted. Either way it’s a lot to give up, for something you’re not sure how long will actually last.”