Date: Sat, 14 Oct 2017 05:31:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: kro6@comcast.net
Subject: Graft Gang Chapter 2

Graft Gang, Chapter 2

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Picking up at the end of Chapter 1:

After a few seconds, both men came out of their sexual stupor, breathing
heavily, and as Tim moved to the other side of the desk, Matt fell to his
knees in numb satisfaction. Tim picked up the phone and dialed. "Coach
Keller...yeah he's ready for you now." Over the phone Coach Keller could
hear the boy moaning...

The two coaches chatted on the phone for a few minutes as Matt grabbed the
now fluid-soaked towel from the floor and wrapped it around his midsection
best he could. Tim hung up the phone and said, "just relax in the chair,
Coach Keller will be here in a few minutes, he's a cool guy, easy
going...you ok buddy?" Tim figured the boy was fine, Matt was looking at
Tim with a lusty smile and said "yes coach, that was great, thanks
for...for everything I guess." Tim just laughed, put on his shorts, and
said "I think you'd fit in here really well Matt."

Just then the stuffiness of Tim's sex-scented office caught a burst of
fresh air as the office door quickly opened up and Matt was confronted by a
giant of a man. Marty Keller was a 6' 4" ripped colossus from head to toe,
filling out his buttoned down shirt and tight jeans with about 260 lbs of
what looked like rock hard muscle. Dark haired with a couple days of
stubble on his face, Matt figured the head coach to be in his late
thirties, no trace of gray hair at all. He moved in front of Matt and shook
his hand hard but gentle, Matt's fingers disappearing in the huge maw. As
if his new recruit wasn't sitting there in only a towel with sweat and cum
in various stages of stickiness on his body, Marty said, "really glad to
meet you Matt. We are always looking for talented individuals to join our
gymnastics team. What do you think of our assistant coach?" the man said as
if Matt and Tim weren't sitting there in various stages of undress and
covered with goo. Matt caught himself blushing thinking about Tim and what
had just happened, the heat of his body beginning to build all over
again. "He's, he's great" is all that could come out.

"Yes he certainly is Matt my boy", said Marty. "Hey listen, I need to catch
up with Tim a bit, and it looks like you could use a shower. Why don't you
head on over there, give us about 15 minutes or so, just relax under the
hot water." That was the first time the coach had acknowledged that Matt
was a mess, the first thing that actually sounded normal since he walked
in. "Ok coach, thanks." Before Matt could walk out, Coach Keller said, "oh
and Matt," and Matt stopped in his tracks at the door and quickly turned,
"make sure you clean out that beautiful fucking ass of yours reeeaaallly
good...got it?" Matt flushed red, turned and bolted for the shower, closing
the door behind him.


Tim sat in his chair smiling while Marty chuckled at what he had just done
and took a seat on the desk corner. "So Tim, looks like you guys are
getting along, from the look and smell of things." Tim adjusted his shorts
and said "Coach, this kid is who we've been looking for. I tell you he's a
natural. No gag reflex from what I can tell, and adjusted to his first dick
ever in no time at all. Blew his load getting banged from behind, hot
fucker I tell you." "Nice," said Marty, "jealous of you again man - one of
these days the head coach gets to deflower one of these rose buds! But we
have to make sure we can trust him before he hears about and meets the
Gang." "Yeah, I know," said Tim, "but I haven't been wrong with the special
recruits in the 6 years I've been doing this. When the kid and I shook
hands and he lingered, then again when we touched his suitcase, and his
pupils dilated both times, I knew I'd be balls deep in him eventually. I
didn't know he'd be so damn good at it all so quickly. The kid just ran out
of here hotter than fuck, embarrassed but excited. I say we just see where
this goes."

The two coaches chatted for a while longer, and then Marty suggested Tim go
and heat things up. Tim smiled and left his office, passed the shower where
Matt, eyes closed, was desperately fingering his hole with soapy fingers
and moaning "oh coach, coach, right there, riiiiight fucking there" and
thought "god this kid is even hotter under the water," Tim's pole straining
his shorts. "He's so fucking adorable. Next time I get a chance with him,
I'm gonna lick him from head to toe, then drain him of every single sperm
his young ball sack holds." Knowing how shy and cute and horny this kid got
when he was caught off guard, and knowing 15 minutes had already gone by
and Marty would be ready for the next step, out of sight and past the
showers, Tim yelled back, "hey stud, shake your sweet, tight ass back to my
office and save some of that soap for the other guy's holes!" What Tim
couldn't see was Matt freeze for a second in abject terror, clean the rest
of his ass out, wash the soap from his body, stuff his boner under the
towel and tip toe quickly back to Tim's office, a shit-eating grin
plastered from ear to ear.

Matt had no idea what to expect when he opened Tim's door, and he was
rather disappointed that the coach was just leaning against the desk, fully
clothed, that powerful jaw and green eyes barreling into Matt as he was
asked to sit down again. "Matt, Tim told me everything that happened, and I
wanted to make sure you knew that I was ok with all of it, and I'm hoping
you're ok with it all too." Matt beamed, "everything's great coach, wasn't
expecting any of this, but so far I'm having the time of my life."

Marty was thrilled. "Good to hear," he said. "So there are lots of things
for us discuss. First, I do my research on all potential recruits. I'm very
thorough. That's how I got this job 10 years ago. See Matt, I was a
football player and then an assistant coach on the football team. Everyone,
including me, quickly learned that while I was good at coaching, I was
great at logistics, planning practices, making sure equipment was all
checked for safety and in order, getting travel arrangements for games, all
paperwork, pretty much running the show beyond the hands-on coaching. When
the head gymnastics coach got a job elsewhere before the season began, the
school knew they had two good assistant gymnastics coaches, but they were
dumb fucks. So they hired me to make sure the department ran smoothly and
it's been that way ever since." As the coach talked, Matt couldn't help but
admire this man's body under his clothes. Every gesture, every movement of
his arms, his chest, was met with the tight fabric that strained to contain
this gloriously handsome man.

Marty continued, "every now and then we have SPECIAL recruits who come
along and we and they realize that they can be more than just
athletes. They can fulfill other roles here as well. To those athletes, we
extend every perk and consideration we can. They are given their own
apartment with their own private bathroom, almost unheard of for a
freshman. They eat the best food. Depending on their gymnastics schedule
and, well maybe other extracurricular activities, they get the best class
schedule. If they find their activities go well in to the night, they can
almost be assured that classes won't begin until 10 A.M. or later. Best of
all, these students usually are afforded a full ride to the school, except
for nominal fees and books which can't be waived."

Marty continued, "Your parents are hard workers and religious right?" Coach
had done his homework. "Yes coach," said Matt. "I'm not into all that
religion stuff, thankfully with my schedule I'm practicing so much I don't
have time to get involved. But dad works hard and mom stays home keeping
things running. We're not well off but we're happy in our small town."
Marty smiled and then said, "Well Western U is around $50K a year out of
state, but with our help, your parents and you would probably be
responsible for only...maybe $1,500 per year of that total, that's it."
Matt's jaw dropped wide open, as open as when he had Tim's perfect rod down
his throat. "So you mean after 4 years I'd pay like $6,000 total to go to
school here?" Marty knew the deal had already interested the kid, he knew
it would as long as the kid remained open-minded. "Well yes and no, if you
want, depending on your gymnastics and `other' activities, we can get you
set up to take 3 classes a semester instead of 4 so that you have PLENTY of
time for other stuff. Depending on your major, with summer classes and
effort on your part, you could put in 6 years here, come out with a
Bachelors AND a Masters, and pay around 10 grand total."

Matt was floored, surely there had to be a catch, and he knew it was
coming. Marty continued, "Our special athletes are athletic in a sexual way
as well. Tim and I are part of a secretive group here, so secretive that we
try not to mention its name even when alone with other members, just
referring to a `special meeting' or similar wording, you get the idea. It's
all VERY hush hush and needs to stay that way. The group is made up of all
athletes or former athletes, and every one of them, and I mean EVERY ONE OF
THEM is a stud in their own right." It's a requirement they each be, and
then we get together for fun. That's it. That fun is in addition to
everything normal, those being your studies and your gymnastics, which we
also take seriously." Marty moved up in front of Matt, and saw the boy's
eyes dilate wide, clearly this kid was excited. "Does that interest you?"
Matt gulped hard, trying to process everything he heard, and trying not to
melt in front of this hunk of a man who smelled so fucking good, now that
he was just inches away from him.

Still, the implications hit Matt hard and he wasn't going to be a cheap
slut. "So you want me to be a whore to your group and then I get to go to
college for free?" "Smart kid," Marty thought. "Some are so stupid they
don't even question, they just see dollar signs and an easy path
ahead. Really like this kid." Marty was being as honest as he could be, he
really cared about the Gang members, so it was the only way he knew how to
be. "Good for you for asking that Matt, it does seem like it but it isn't
like that at all. The group or members of the group meet when they WANT to,
not when they HAVE to. But we are extremely close knit and watch out for
each other. Right now there are 22 of us, split between students and
faculty and coaches. Most guys are tops, some, like Tim, will occasionally
bottom, `takes one for the team,' so to speak, but most guys just want to
get their nut off in another guy's ass or throat. For that reason, the
bottoms -- the ones who really enjoy that role in the group -- well they're
the stars, treated better and with more respect than the rest. But they are
far and few between, definitely the exceptions, and right now, not only are
a few tops leaving the university and the area, but our two most reliable
bottoms are graduating and leaving the state as well. That leaves the group
with a big opening," and coach laughed, "literally."

Even that made Matt chuckle, he was starting to feel more relaxed, the
coach's words sounding soothing and honest. "So if I joined the group I
wouldn't have to have sex?" Marty wanted to clarify, "yes technically
that's true, but you won't be invited to join if we didn't think you'd
enjoy having sex on a regular basis. Like I said, we are very selective."
With that he moved behind the kid, his big hands rubbing with practiced
perfection the kid's superb shoulder and neck muscles. "Ooooohhhhhhhh" Matt
moaned. "Matt," Marty continued, "this is an adult group for guys who want
to have fun during their time here. Sex is an important part of life. The
guys in this group are elite men and students, guys like Tim who are so
drop dead gorgeous, most people would never think of getting a chance of
even having one night with them." Marty blew into Matt's ear and whispered
"let alone have Tim and a dozen other studs literally at your beck and call
whenever you got boned up, like I see you are getting now you beautiful
FUCK!"

Matt's towel was trying to contain his rod but his dick was straining and
leaking, his body heating up again, just like it always seemed to be today,
when he and Tim talked to him like that. Coach's breath smelled like mint,
his scent like manly musk, and his words calming and at the same time
incredibly erotic. Matt thought to himself, "I get to go to school for
free, compete on the gymnastics team, and get fucked by guys like Tim
whenever I want." Matt turned to coach, "and I'm in charge?" Marty muttered
into the boy's ear, "when you want to be in charge, you're in charge, but
you're still part of group, a Gang as we call it. Remember, these are
testosterone-filled mega hunks, they will push you in a good way...because
they want to please you and by doing so, you them back." He began to
whisper and feel Matt's dick through the towel, "you liked the way Tim
treated you, didn't hurt you, licked your pretty perfect ass clean before
sending his cock straight up your cunt hole?" Matt was starting to sweat
and shake with excitement, desperate not to lose it in front of this
forceful man. "Tim is never wrong," Marty continued. "He thinks you'd be a
superstar, and from what I've heard about you and seen so far, so do I."

A million thoughts went through Matt's mind. What if he said no, what if he
said yes and couldn't perform up to their standards. What if he got caught?
"Gosh coach, there's so much to think about. Do I have to make a decision
right now?" Marty was ready for this hesitation, the `gosh' some damn
innocent, honest and cute. "Certainly not, but there are a few more things
that I need to make clear. If you don't want to join this select group and
still want to come to the school and join the gymnastics team, we would
love to have you and your talent. But the gymnastics program is only a
small part of the athletics here, on a campus of almost 40,000 students and
faculty, and we don't generate big bucks for the school. You'd get a small
scholarship which couldn't be guaranteed year to year, so you and your
parents would have to figure out the rest, but we might be able to help you
with the logistics of that as well. You'd be sharing a room, your class
schedule would be your own, and life would go on."

Knowing this was a young, impressionable kid trying to make decisions fast
about a very adult subject, Marty had one more, vitally important topic
that he always saved for last. "One more thing Matt. When we are in our
special group `meetings', which is code for banging our brains out," which
made Matt smile, "we go by our first names. We are not Coaches, or
students, or athletes, or any other titles. We are all equals, all adults
getting into sex with other almost godlike handsome men." And the bottoms
dictate the action, with a little push from their friends," at which point
Marty squeezed the sizable tent of a towel boner that Matt was now
sporting. Matt closed his eyes again, and then heard right into his ear,
"why don't you and I and Tim relax in the sauna? It's right past the
showers; it will just be the three of us. It does wonders for the body."
Matt had had saunas in the past and he agreed how soothing they were for
body and mind. "Sure...sure thing coach," he gulped out. Marty smiled and
said "just give me a few minutes to catch up with you, the sauna is down
the hall about 10 yards past the showers, marked clearly. Tim should be in
there already."

Knowing Tim was in there made Matt practically jump to his feet and race
out the door. He couldn't quite figure out Coach Keller yet, but he really
liked Coach Tim. The guy seemed genuinely nice, had been gentle and patient
with him up to a point, then when he somehow knew Matt was relaxed, he
turned more aggressive which lit Matt's loins up like a fireworks
display. He walked into the sauna and closed the door behind him. It was
about 9 feet long by 7 feet wide, with benches on three sides, probably
wide enough to seat four, but realistically comfortable for three. The
middle bench had another bench on top that stretched for about 7 feet, so
someone could lie comfortably up there and not take up the seated spaces
below.

This is where Matt found Tim, lying on the top bench in all his alabaster
glory, his towel underneath his perfect body, every muscle on his frame,
his arms, his abs rippling as if carved from stone. Perfection ended with
his 8 inch power tool resting straight up past his navel. Just looking at
it caused Matt to notice the drool forming in the corner of his mouth. Not
moving his head or opening his eyes, Tim said "that smells like our
beautiful boy Matt. Have a seat wherever you'd like stud. Don't be shy
now," as he gave out a low, sexy sigh and went back to relaxing. Matt took
a seat on the bench to the right, placing his towel on the bench below him
like Tim had, the particular bench giving the lusty teen the best view of
this Adonis man that had cracked his cherry open earlier. Not a word was
said between them, and Matt thought "this is so fucking cool."

Just then the door to the sauna opened, Tim didn't budge, but Matt opened
his eyes and saw Coach Keller carrying a towel across his shoulder, naked
otherwise. In his hands were 3 bottles of water and a small bottle Matt
didn't recognize. He smiled and approached Matt and gave him a bottle of
water, the coach's cock still soft but magnificent. He walked over to Tim
and sat the cold, sweaty bottle in its upright position carefully on Tim's
washboard abs, Matt getting a long look at Marty's hard, giant ass. Tim,
cool cat as he was, didn't even flinch, and as Marty turned to sit on the
bench to the left, Tim muttered, "fucker, you're lucky I'm too relaxed to
get up and hurl this bottle at your gorgeous face."

Marty turned to Matt with a smirk, hunched down and in a hushed tone said,
"pussy boy thinks he's tough shit because he's got red hair and blue eyes,
the rarest combination on the planet -- true fact Matt." Without moving a
muscle again, Tim continued, "hey daddy, seriously, thanks for delivering
my water -- at least you old men are good for something!" Now Matt thought
he saw Marty's facial expression turn serious, he was worried he had gotten
in the middle of a bad situation. Marty turned to Tim and said, "Any time
you want to shake down with me Red, your office, my office, sauna, shower,
clothed or naked, I'll add a permanent tan to that body of yours you
beautiful CUNT." For a second there was silence, then Tim convulsed
laughing, so did Marty as he winked to Matt, and Matt joined them in
laughing, the banter intentional to relax the boy, which was working.

Matt was right about his earlier assessment of the head coach, not an ounce
of fat on this man, hairy chest that ran into hair on his six pack, into
legs of iron, huge arms and neck muscles, shoulders that looked like they
could carry the world on them. Marty moved to the wall by the door, turned
the control knob a bit to turn the heat down so things wouldn't get
uncomfortable or dangerous, and then took a seat on the empty bench. After
a while Marty spoke, "this is the life guys, so happy to be here relaxing
as only guys can - so happy to be here with the two of you." A few more
minutes of silent relaxation passed, Matt feeling so good, so much at peace
near these two chill guys.

Tim stirred and hopped on down to the middle bench, his hard on raging up
his chest. "I agree coach," he said, "and by the looks of things, seems
Matt is happy too." Both Tim and Marty looked at Matt who was smirking at
them now with his full 7 inches raging between his muscular legs, the head
purple as if it was going to pop, giddy like a new school kid, which of
course, he was. Tim looked at Marty and they both started stroking their
rods, and it didn't take long for Matt to see that Coach Keller was bigger
and thicker than Tim, probably a 9-incher on the head coach. Matt joined
them stroking his dick, he finally felt like the man he always wanted to
become, this was better than anything he could have imagined. Tim spoke up,
"anyone need help relaxing even more?" Marty said "sure" and Matt just
nodded in the affirmative.



Tim got up slowly, Matt watching every muscle in this perfect man's body
move over to Marty, both men now covered in a sleek, sweaty sheen. Tim
grabbed the coach's dick and just stroked it, Marty watching Tim, Tim
watching Matt. "This monster feels so good Matt, mind giving me a hand with
it?" Matt moved over never taking his eyes off that monster dick. Tim moved
his hand so Matt could take a hold of the beast, Tim's other hand caressing
Marty's chest, Marty moaning steadily, precum forming on the head. Matt
started slowly moving his hand up and down the massive shaft, building
momentum, Tim now twisting coach's nipple while massaging Matt's
neck. "Touch him slow and easy Matt" Tim said, "we want this to last, enjoy
every inch of Coach, every vein, feel it pulse with power?" Tim touched
Matt's hand on top of Marty's dick, slowing the movement down, then leaned
over and planted the most sensual kiss on Matt's lips the boy could have
ever imagined, gentle but firm, powerful and sweet. Tim and Matt locked
bodies and fell to the floor, their sweat mingling, tongues fighting for
supremacy, licking the sweat off each other, until Tim moved down and bit
Matt's neck softly. "ohhhhh god, oohhhhh myyyy goooddd cooooach" Matt let
out, almost breathless.

All of sudden Tim tensed up, Marty pulling Tim up and off the boy. "Take a
water break guys, we're going to need it." They all laughed and drank
up. When they were done, Marty put his hand around Matt's shoulders, Tim
rubbing his hand across Matt's powerful, smooth chest, and Marty continued,
"Matt, I know that I told you that we are all equals when Gang members
meet, and while you're not a member yet, I'd like you to think of this as
an unofficial Gang meeting. No coaches, no students, I'm Marty, this is
Tim, and you're equal to us in this sauna, understand?" Matt just
nodded. "No," said Marty, "I want to hear you say our names so you
understand that we are coaches out there, but just a couple of guys in
here." Matt grinned like a cheshire cat, "Thanks Marty, Tim, this feels
GREAT!" By now Tim was nibbling on Matt's nipple, eliciting moans from the
teen, while Marty rubbed Matt's shoulders and bit his earlobe. With an
almost evil whisper, Marty said "so now that we're equals Matt, I want you
to feel comfortable and let loose. Drop all inhibitions. Forget about
everything but these two studs dying to please you, do anything for
you. Think about that. What do you want us to do right now?"

Matt thought for a few moments, the implications of having two studs as his
beck-and-call boys right here, right now. Tim's bites and caresses were
getting stronger, he was moving his hand oh so gently up and down the boy's
raging boner, all the time keeping a nipple between his teeth. Marty kissed
Matt hard, oh so hard, on the lips and said, "I saw you staring at Tim's
perfect ass then caught you looking at mine. I fucking LOVE an ass
man. What do you WANT US TO DO?" That did it, and without any thought Matt
just blurted, "I want Tim on his knees, and I want you, Marty to eat that
beautiful white fucking ass of his!"

All the guys smiled, Tim immediately moved to all fours on the ground, and
Marty moved into position behind him. "Perfect fucking ass Red, as always,"
Marty muttered, as he kneaded Tim's rock hard globes in each giant
paw. "You know what to do," barked Tim, "just don't fuck it up and
embarrass yourself in front of the kid," Tim said, chuckling as he looked
forward to what he was about to feel.

With his eyes on Matt who was now standing in front of Tim, Marty opened up
Tim's globes and buried his face in his ass. Taking it out and spitting on
the hole, he buried himself again, Tim making incoherent noises, Marty
giving the red-headed hunk the most aggressive tongue fuck of his
life. Matt was leaking precum just watching the scene, and could see Tim
was leaking too. "Hey Matt, why don't you fill that big mouth with your
cock," Marty said. Matt was so enjoying this, but now it was his turn to
test just how equal they were. "I have a better idea," said Matt, and with
that, he moved behind the coach, pushed his hand into the small of Marty's
back which arched the big man's huge ass into the air, and pushed the tip
of his tongue into Marty's pucker, still a little unsure of exactly what he
was doing, but enjoying it immensely.

Since Tim had his hand and a tight grip on Marty's head so Marty wouldn't
miss a lick of his perfect ass, all Tim and Matt could hear from Marty's
buried face was "Ifuckinwuvdiskid... ohhhhhhhhhhh." "Yeah, you like this
Marty, you like a teen recruit owning your ass?" said Matt, trying to act
all macho like these two studs he was with. Marty got free and turned his
head and laughed, "I'll show you owning an ass later, just get your fucking
face back in there or do I have to show you how to eat out a man." With
that Matt had the green light his brain needed to just go for it all, he
smacked Marty's ass, spread his cheeks wide, and buried his nose in that
hairy, perfect hole. The scent that hit him was musk and sweat and
ass...and was overwhelming and made him drunk with lust. All Marty could do
was moan and look back and wonder what they had unleashed, but before he
could look too long, Matt said, "do I have to come over THERE and show YOU
how to eat an ass? Get the fuck back in there!" Even though they couldn't
see each other's expressions, both Tim and Marty sighed a gentle moan,
knowing they had found a kid that got what the Gang was all about.

But Matt forgot that two alpha males were right in his sights, and all they
wanted to do was devour this kid. Tim suddenly got up, walked to the back
of the train while telling Matt, "DON'T fucking move." There was that
perfect, hard, boy butt before him, and with a long stroke, Tim licked
Matt's hole from top to bottom, nice and slow. The sounds coming from Matt
told him to do it again, which he gladly did, enjoying that fresh teen ass
scent he had attacked just a while ago. Marty knew better than to just wait
his turn, so he quickly scooted under the boy, positioning himself in a
perfect 69, with teen boy juice dripping down from Matt's dick to Marty's
mouth before he could even get started. Marty just lifted his head ever so
slightly, put his hands on Matt's upper thighs, and pushed the boy's prick
balls deep into his throat. "ohhh my god, ohhh my god, right fucking there,
ohhhhhhh" Matt let out as the assault came from both ends.

This went on for a few minutes, but Marty would not be ignored. "Hey stud,
my dick needs attention, get to work. I heard you have a lot of skills!"
Matt looked at Marty's 9 inch raging monster and smiled. Bending down a bit
and smearing Marty's body with his teen sweat that was shaking off, he
licked the head a few times, and then took the hairy stud's dick down to
the root. "GEEEEZZZZUS!!!" Marty screamed, not expecting such a quick
assault, Matt's dick slipping out of his mouth, the boy's precum coating
Marty's lips. "YOU TEEN FUCK, fuck my throat, AAAAAGH GOD DAMN," as Matt
came up for air quickly, then slipped his velvet throat around the huge
gland again, Marty shaking his head back and forth, his sweat pouring onto
the ground around him.

While this was occurring, Tim got up and grabbed the small bottle of
silicone lube Marty had brought with him, and greased up his rod good,
wiping his hand all over the boy's hairless pucker. "This kid's already
opened up and lubed, who needs fingers," Tim thought. Slowly he slid his
cock into the kid's used hole, just enough to get Matt used to a dick once
again invading his space. Matt kept his mouth on Marty's cock as long as he
could, with slow, steady "mmmmmmmmm" now coming out of the kid's
throat. After about a minute, Tim just went for it and filled the kid to
the hilt. Matt arched his head up and yelled "FUUUUUUUCK," which quickly
turned into a steady pant, and a much lower, murmured "oh fuuuuuuck,
soooooo goooooood, keep fucking going, dooooon't fucking stooooooooop."

By now, Marty didn't care that the kid had to interrupt his expert deep
throating, as much as he was enjoying every inch of this stud's throat, he
knew his thick pole would get plenty of stimulation soon enough. He was
enjoying the boy's balls and taint, watching his buddy oh so slowly saw in
and out of what Marty could only describe as a perfect boy hole. "You
enjoying taking my buddy's ivory tusk up your pretty muscle ass boy?" All
Marty heard from both of them were guttural groans. "Hey Tim, take it easy
with the kid - you hit him too fast and too rough like I know you can and
he'll shoot for sure, and we need him to last a while longer." Tim laughed
to himself and thought "guy's giving me orders, I find him THE perfect kid
and the guy's telling me how to bone him?" With that Tim reluctantly
withdrew from the kid, causing Matt to sigh and moan. He pushed Matt
forward just an inch or two, and as he stuffed his dick in Marty's mouth,
he exclaimed, "just shut the fuck up and taste both Matt and I on this rod
you SICK FUCK!"

Marty was taken aback, Tim's move making his rod as hard as ever, but
wasn't surprised at all by his star Gang member. Ever since he recruited
Tim 6 years ago for an assistant gymnastics coaching slot that had opened
up, they had become friends quickly and soon realized they were both man
whores. Even though Marty was one of three original founders of GRAFT, Tim
had risen to what was the only lieutenant spot in the group, a sexual
powerhouse willing to do anything to please his men, and a spotless record
of recruiting tops and bottoms for their ongoing orgies and
debauchery. That and a red headed, all American super stud was rare, maybe
the fair skin kept them out of the sun and away from sports, but Tim didn't
have to go outdoors for gymnastics, and the genetics gods had blessed
him. Tim's work ethic in everything he did was second to none, whether in
the gym, coaching the kids, or fucking his men. There was only one word for
Tim -- stunning.

But that word would have to wait while Marty's mouth was full of Tim's
blissful dick that was now coated with lube, sweat and boy ass
juices. "gllggggg, gglllllg, uuuuuugglglg" was all that came out as Tim
pistoned his rod in and out of the older man, finally shutting him
up. "Yeah, mother fucker, you like that dick -- it's been everywhere and
you still can't get enough. I don't need to be told how to fuck boy meat,
and just to make sure you don't forget I KNOW how to fuck," with that Tim
removed his dick from Marty's mouth, stood Matt up off the floor, the boy's
sweaty back pressed against Tim's rock hard chest, Tim kissing Matt like he
was going to devour this boy. "Marty, get up here in front of the kid, he's
gonna need someone to lean on."

Before Matt could react, Tim bent him over a bit and shoved his dick to the
root up the kid's smooth, moist hole, causing Matt to let out a huge
gasp. By now Marty had stood up right in front of Matt, a giant next to the
teen, and didn't have to wait long for what he knew would happen. Tim sped
up his assault, banging Matt harder and harder, until the recruit had no
choice but to fall into Marty's hairy chest, holding on to the big muscle
man's rib cage, all the time whimpering and panting from the plowing he was
getting. "You like that, little man?" Tim asked as even his tone got more
aggressive. Matt's sweaty face pressed against Marty's chest, all Matt
could get out in his almost state of delirium, almost crying with pleasure,
was "fuck me, fuck me, oh god, just keep fuuuuuucking meeeeee!"

That was what Tim wanted, no, NEEDED to hear. He grabbed the kid by the
hips and began to destroy his hole, every accentuated, shouted phrase, an
extra rough thrust. "You like man meat up that PRETTY BOY hole don't you,
Matt?" Can't wait until ALL the Gang has a piece of this PRETTY LITTLE ass
of yours, HUH! HUH!! HUUUUH!!" Tim lifted Matt up to a standing position
again, his rod still buried in the boy, the kid just drenched in sweat, Tim
turned his face, "open that cute fucking mouth", and as Matt turned to Tim
and obeyed, Tim spit down the kid's throat and then started to kiss him
like it was the last kiss anyone would get.

Just as Tim pulled away he forcefully shoved the kid back into Marty's
arms, this time Marty kissing the teen while Tim pounded away, sweat flying
off the marble god while his 8 inch pole hammered the kid. Tim screamed,
"THIS IS WHAT A REAL FUCK IS ALL ABOUT...TAKE IT...TAKE IT YOU BEAUTIFUL
CUNT!!!" Tim was frantic now and would pull his dick out just enough so
that with quick thrusts he was ramming it back in over and over,
obliterating the kid's prostrate time and time again, hearing the kid's
muffled screams and cries and shouts to the gods for more.

All of a sudden Matt's kisses with Marty stopped. He bent his head down
from Marty's chiseled face and Matt's muscles turned to stone as his dick
erupted onto Marty's abdomen, onto the man's dick, onto his
legs. "FUCK...FUCK...FUCK..." Matt panted as he lost control of his body,
"UUGGGGH, OOHHHHH GOD, OHHHH...oooohhhh...ohhhh," lost count of how many
times he shot, almost lost consciousness, Tim and Marty the only things
keeping him from collapsing into a sweaty heap on the damp, sauna floor.

After Matt caught his breath and Tim withdrew that perfect pole from his
butt, Marty raised Matt up and kissed him passionately, rubbing his back,
his chest, his shoulders. From behind Tim did the same, the red head still
panting wildly, kissing the boys neck, his shoulders, and both men telling
Matt how great he was. "Did you blow in him Tim?" asked Marty. "Later," Tim
said, still breathless. Tim continued, "you know Matt, we gymnasts have a
rule -- always clean up after yourself." He smiled that gorgeous smile and
kissed Matt again, making Matt grin. Tim glided Matt down onto his knees
with Tim doing the same. "Go ahead, Matt, clean up your spunk; you earned
it you perfect little whore." Matt just moaned and started licking his own
cum off of Marty's dick, Marty groaning at the feeling and the site of the
beautiful men kneeling before his massive rod. "Here," said Tim, "let me
help. There's room for both of us."

As Matt moved to Marty's balls and thighs and licked them clean of cum, Tim
deep throated Marty in one gulp. "FUUUUUCCCK" screamed Marty. Tim came back
up and shaped his lips into and "O" and started licking one side of Marty's
dick up and down, the dick sticking straight out and almost painfully hard,
Tim getting a good rhythm, paying special attention to the head. He winked
at Matt and Matt knew what to do, Matt copied Tim's movement on the other
side of Marty's cock, moving up and down and greasing that gorgeous 9 inch
pole, both mouths licking and sucking, all three men groaning and
sweating. Marty looked down at them, "that...that...that's my boys, clean
daddy's cock...OH GOD....UUGGGHHH...UGGGGHHH." With that Marty moved the
boys off and took matters into his own hand. Tim and Matt watched as Marty
rotated his digits up and down his pole. "Gonna give you my super sperm
good, boys. Have a 4-day load built up hoping it would come to this...You
ready for my DNA guys?"

Tim was ready, Matt not sure what to do, he'd never tasted a man's cum
before except his own. Tim looked up at Marty, "drench us with your cum
buddy. Been too long since I had a taste of a real man's juices. Matt,
close your eyes, you don't want this to sting. But keep your mouth open
wide and get your reward for being such a good fucking whore!"

Marty's breathing was getting erratic, Tim knew he was close, Marty looking
down at his two studs, their eyes closed, their mouths wide open, waiting
to be fed like chicks from a mamma bird. One more twist was all it
took. `AAAAAGHH, I'M GOING TO DROWN YOU BOYS IN CUM...AAAAGHH...OOOOHHHHH
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Like a sun going supernova, Marty's dick exploded,
coating Tim's face with the first 3 shots, payback for before. His face was
covered with cum from hair to chin, Tim lapping at the cum that entered his
mouth. The next 3 shots, not as huge but still potent, hit Matt on the
forehead, on his nose, in his throat, Matt's first taste of another man's
juice. He was drunk with pleasure, lapping at it, smelling it; he opened
his eyes and turned to Tim, who was looking at him as well, Tim looking
spectacular covered in his buddy's spooge. Both Matt and Tim started
kissing each other, rough, licking cum off of each other's face, fighting
for supremacy and every drop of jizz they could taste, both falling to the
floor in a sweaty, cummy embrace.

Marty fell to his knees in front of Tim, who was laying on his back, with
Matt on top of Tim, the boy's face next to the muscle god's chest, hearing
Tim's heart pound away. Matt just lying still, hearing Marty kissing Tim
upside down, the big man tasting his own DNA that still coated Tim's
face. Things got quiet for a bit except for the petting each was doing to
one another, then Tim got serious. "So Matt, we said we'd do nothing to
hurt you. How do you feel? You can be honest. Are you hurt, is it sore, how
are you?" Matt raised his head and looked at the two men, "I feel great. I
kind of feel a little empty back there. Can we maybe do more?" Marty was
beaming and Tim got up on his shoulders, "anything for you baby boy, you
beautiful fucking boy." 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.



Feedback always welcome. More to cum in Chapter 3, after Matt recovers a
bit.