Date: Fri, 20 Oct 2017 01:53:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: kro6@comcast.net
Subject: Graft Gang Chapter 3 - Revised

Graft Gang, Chapter 3

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Picking up at the end of Chapter 2:

Matt looked at them both, shyly, intentionally speaking in a soft, calm,
monotone way, "but it's kind of hot in here. Can I get something to drink
other than cum?" After a moment's hesitation, all of them busted out
laughing, and melded into one, writhing, twisted body of sweaty, cummy
kisses, total bliss, and the hope of new friendship...

"Guys", Marty started, "we can have as much fun as you can stand, which in
Tim's case is pretty much `til dawn," Tim nodding his head yes, Matt
shaking his head no and grinning, Marty rolling his eyes, "but we have to
be more careful. Let's get cleaned up and discuss this in my office." Tim's
turn to roll his eyes, "I don't recall much DISCUSSION going on in the past
there, but I'll go along." Matt just kept nodding his head in agreement
with everything, he was already getting hard again in typical 18-year old
fashion despite just getting pummeled and drowned. "Ok, you guys go shower
up here, I'll use the private shower in my office. I'll meet you back there
in about 20," Marty stated, and then added to Tim, "and not a hand on this
kid in the shower, you got it?"

"Who me?" Tim exclaimed, who crossed his heart with his fingers. Marty left
the sauna first followed by Matt and Tim, who both looked and smelled like
they needed a major rinsing off. They were all alone, naturally, and were
both boned up by the time they turned on the shower heads next to one
another. They were both just enjoying the heat of the water as all the
fluids that had stuck to their lean, muscle frames were quickly falling
into the drain. They began to push the soap dispensers and lather
themselves up, Matt paying particular attention to his butt. Tim said
"dude, you're doing it all wrong," and as he huffed at Matt he moved
towards him and smiled and said, "guess there's a lot I'm going to have to
teach you?" Matt replied back snidely, "I never said I wanted you to stop."

By now Tim was rubbing his chest into Matt's, as their rock hard dicks
leaked onto each other. Matt was still pushing soap up into his ass crack
when Tim stopped him, moved them both closer to the shower wall, and told
him, "just let me do it stud." With a light peck on Matt's cheek, Tim told
Matt to face the wall and just lift his left leg up, so that his foot was
resting flat on the wall a few feet above the ground. When Matt did this,
Tim got in front of the kid and effortlessly supported Matt's leg from
underneath as Matt saw Tim's massive bicep hold his leg up like it was a
feather. Showing Matt his soaped up middle and ring fingers, he found
Matt's hole and popped them in. "Huuuuuuh" Matt let out a gasp.

With that the muscle hunk started delicately spearing his fingers into
Matt's prostrate, Matt quickly heating up and out of breath. "Coach said
not a hand on me," Matt reminded him with a smirk. Tim, still supporting
Matt's leg with one hand while corkscrewing his fingers up the boy's
perfect jock pucker, planted a hard long kiss on Matt's lips and simply
stated, "Yeah I heard him, but he didn't say anything about a finger or
two." But the stimulation was still too much for Matt and Tim could feel
the boy's leg and body start to shake with excitement. So Tim extracted his
digits, much to Matt's dismay, and said, "Slow down stud, let me show you
how it's done anyway."

Tim re-soaped the same left middle and ring fingers that were just in Matt,
got down on the shower floor on his knees, reached between his legs from in
front, and proceeded to cram the two large digits up his own ass,
immediately causing his cockhead to plop out precum and Tim to whisper,
"ohhhhh yeah, right theeeere." He continued, "you know Matt, you've tasted
Coach's and your own spunk, but you haven't got a taste of mine yet and I'm
kind of feeling left out."

Matt moved to within inches of Tim's cock head, kissing it every now and
then and tasting that sweet precum he had stuffed down his throat
earlier...it was intoxicating to smell, taste and hear this splendid man
squatting on the floor before him, moaning and groaning while Tim's own
fingers were pounding his ass hard. Tim starting really shoving his fingers
in there in earnest while his right hand moved violently up and down his
rod. He was getting close as Tim started whispering, "Fuck, fuck, oh holy
fuck...want to paint you with my load boy...ugggggggh."

Just then Marty peeked his head into the shower room, "20 minutes are up
punks. Knew there was no way you two horn dogs could be trusted. Stop
fucking around so we can START fucking around!" He said and just walked
back to this office. Matt straightened up, he and Tim freezing up for a
second and then almost spit in each other's faces they laughed so hard,
hysterical in getting caught. "Totally worth it," Matt stated. Reluctantly,
he and Tim got up, finished ACTUALLY cleaning and rinsing each other off,
and headed for Coach's office, all the while Matt thinking to himself,
"This guy totally acts like he's still in college, so fucking cool."

Once there Matt did not see Marty around. Tim pointed to a closed door in
the corner of the office. "It's another office used as a storage room" Tim
emphasized. They walked to the other side of the room and opened the
door. There was Marty, lounged out in just a white towel on a mattress on
the floor, the actual gym equipment shoved to the corners, leaving the
entire middle of the storage room clear. "What's that?" Matt pointed to a
black item spread around the mattress. "It's a rubber sheet," Tim grinned,
"don't want things to get messy when things get messy."

Before Matt could get out an "Oh," Tim picked Matt up and launched him into
Marty's waiting arms, where the head Coach started devouring Matt with
kisses and hugs. "God you smell fucking incredible," Marty told the young
recruit, all of them naked now, their towels tossed to the sides. Tim
squatted down on his knees on the mattress next to them, "and how do I
smell, considering we just used the same soap?" Marty looked his young,
godlike coach up and down and said, "Like the exquisite whore you always
are, pussy boy."

"Good," Tim said as he stood up close and above them. "Then you both won't
mind cleaning this cock off some more." Tim looked at Matt who was already
licking his lips, as if dessert had just been added to the orgy menu he was
in the middle of devouring. Pushing Marty back on his haunches, Matt
grabbed Tim's balls with one quick, tug down on them slightly, and threw
Tim's cock back to his tonsils. Tim almost lost his balance but caught
himself on his tree trunk thighs just in time.

"Oh gooddd, love your fucking throat....uuuhhhhh....uuuuhhhh...tug my balls
harder slut." Matt squeezed them a bit more and pulled on Tim's beautiful
sperm sacks some more. "That's it," Tim said as his powerful hand held
Matt's head on his rod, "feel the heat of my baby makers,
brewing...ooohh...up...a special load for you...aaaaggghhh."

Matt was so intent on Tim that he hadn't noticed Marty had gotten behind
him, that is, until he felt a familiar feeling, if not a new tongue invade
his space. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH ... oh my god..." Matt wailed as the head
coach's tongue felt like heaven in his pucker, and felt gigantic like the
rest of the man. No wonder Tim reacted to his buddy's ass licking like he
had before -- it was like some giant serpent penetrating his hole, the
man's giant hands spreading his teen cheeks wide so he could get more of it
in there.

Just then Marty licked his fingers, put one then two then three of them in
Matt's hole, and before the hole made by them could close, Marty's tongue
probed the INSIDE of his ass as far in as he could smash his tongue in
there. "Tastes like a real fucking man in there," Marty commented. Matt
withdrew his attention to Tim's dick momentarily, his knees wobbling, sweat
forming down his back, "FUUUUUCK, how the hell can ANYTHING feel that
gooooood," Matt barely got out. "Yeah," Tim said, "fucker's an ass man
alright, best rim job west of the Mississippi." Marty looked up at Tim, "I
used to live east of the Mississippi, it's the best rim job ANYWHERE you
beautiful bastard."

With that wicked tongue soaking his ass, Matt didn't notice Marty popping
the lube bottle. All of a sudden his three fingers were more quickly
working their magic up Matt's crack, all the while the kid was getting
chocked down to Tim's pubes in the front. Tim was losing his breath, "you
do that sooooo good Superboy, look at all that spit on my dick, yeaaaaah,
nice and slow down that velvet throat of youuuuuuurrss..." Matt was in
heaven, stimulated on both sides, when all of a sudden he felt pain and
pressure on his ass. "Don't worry recruit, I'll take it niiiice and
slow...that is, until you get used to it," promised Marty.

The head coach had lubed up his fuck pole and started to slowly enter
Matt's ass, his perfect cheeks finally allowing Marty's thick 9 inch pole
to enter past his ring. Matt took a huge gasp of air in, "huuuuuuuuhhhhh,
oh my goooddd, ohhhhhhhhh Marty, go slow...go slow...go fucking
slow....aaaaaaaagh." This went on for a few minutes more, Marty slowly
going deeper, Matt cursing and groaning, Tim trying his best to keep Matt's
mouth on his rod. "My god...such a... tight fucking cornhole," Marty could
barely get the words out, "Matt, you're going to fit in just fine
here...aaaaghhhh...everything's fitting in fine...oooohhhhh FUCK that's a
tight hole!"

Marty tried to pick up the pace, but Matt's breathing was getting too
erratic from the spearing his prostrate was enduring and Tim did not want
this to end here. He pulled Matt up for a kiss, Marty's monster pole
leaving Matt's hole with a "pop." "What the fuck did you do that for," the
big man said to Tim. Tim replied with a sly grin, "I have a better idea -
Marty, lie down on the mattress."

Marty listened to his sex fiend buddy and did just that, making sure his
right hand supported his beautiful cock sticking straight up. "Matt," Tim
continued, "sit on that pole, facing away from him -- look at ME while you
lower yourself on that meat." Matt got into position, took a deep breath,
looked into Tim's beautiful baby blue eyes, and just went for it, the head
coach's dick very slowly disappearing between his two perfect cheeks.

"Oh my god, SOOOO fucking tight," Marty trying to fight the incredible
sensations of that tight hole, surprised how easy he went in, first slowly,
then soon enough, to his pubes. It was easy to see why -- the kid was
distracted by kisses and rubbing from Tim. "You like the way he feels
inside of you" Tim asked Matt through kisses and pets.

"Feels fucking great" the kid stammered, sweat absolutely pouring down the
boy's body. Matt went to continue his kissing with Tim, but Tim wanted
more, and bending a bit on powerful thighs in front of Matt, took Matt by
the hair and shoved the kids face in his sweaty pit, "here boy, smell and
lick a real man, you know you fucking want to."

Tim's wonderful, dirty talk and Marty's spearing had Matt on the edge
again, Tim's right pit, with just the right smattering of hair against his
white muscular frame, was bliss. The pheromones from Tim's sweaty, showered
underarm and the shockwaves from Marty's slow, steady pounding were all
Matt thought he needed in life, as his breathing got erratic. "How do I
taste whore," Tim asked, Matt's face jammed into his pit. All Matt could
do, besides gasp for air, was let out a long, steady groan.

Noting the kid was getting close again, Marty pushed the kid up, pulled
halfway out and said "don't you fucking cum whore, fight it Matt, FIGHT
IT." Matt calmed down, his erratic breathing got steadier, and the three
men slowed down into a groping, sweaty, messy holding pattern, Tim groaning
as this incredible kid continued to lick at his pit like it was his last
meal.

Tim ordered both studs to move to the edge of the mattress, so that Matt
would be bouncing up and down on that massive rod while Marty's legs would
dangle over the edge. They repositioned themselves as Tim had asked, Matt
moaning and sweating as he lowered himself oh so slowly on Marty's perfect
pole. Tim spread Marty's legs out a bit to a 45 degree angle and said
"let's see what this new gymnast recruit can do," and with that he spread
Matt's legs wide, into a split stance, while Marty grabbed Matt's hips and
lowered the boy up and down his shaft. "Fuck that feels fantastic, look at
this kid...uggggggghhhh," Marty threw his head back in ecstasy.

Matt just groaned and swore, his eyes wide open like he couldn't believe
how amazing this all felt. "Just one more thing for me to do," said
Tim. Tim went on his back, his face against the mattress, the fucking
taking place just above him. With that beautiful, muscle, gymnast body of
his, he put a hand below each of Matt's outstretched thighs, and lifted
himself up so that his feet were flat on the floor and his knees bent, his
torso extended between arms and bent legs as horizontal as a table. He
threw his head back and now started licking the two men best he could,
Marty's taint, his balls, Matt's ass when it pounded all the way down the 9
inch cock that impaled him.

Matt was awestruck -- the view from his vantage point was astounding. Every
muscle on Tim's sweaty anatomy strained to hold the position, arms, back,
chest, legs, just looking at Tim caused him to go breathless, not to
mention his tongue and Tim's boss's incredible fucking job. The kid was in
overload.

Marty, feeling his mate's tongue wash over his ass and balls, viciously
slammed Matt down on his dick again, letting the kid feel every inch of his
massive cock against the lining of his butt. The big boss man was seriously
starting to lose it now, the feeling of his dick up Matt's ass too
good. "Tim...this is fucking too much, I'm...uuuughh, I'm never going to
last, if you got something you want to do...you better...make
it...quick...uggggghhhhh...it's too fucking tight, so fucking gooooood."

Tim knew that he needed to act, and he ached to cum, so he jumped to his
feet like a cat, turned around, kissed Matt passionately, told both guys
not to move, got in position in front of Matt, faced away from the young
stud, and lowered his body on Matt's 7 inch fuck stick. Matt screamed
"FUUUUUUUCCCCK!!!" in utter ecstasy, the stimulation from both ends driving
him delirious. "I took your cunt cherry before, only fitting I'm the first
guy you fuck as well," Tim said. "Fuck it feels sooooooo good, been soooooo
fucking long since I had anything in there except my fingers," the red
haired demigod groaned, Matt's cock hitting long-neglected spots.

But Marty and Matt were now in near states of panic, their whole bodies
fighting not to blow the loads that were quickly boiling to the
surface. Tim knew this and started jerking his cock, his fist a blur on his
perfect pole. "This is what I've been saving up for whore, now FUCK ME `TIL
I BLOW YOU BEAUTIFUL CUUUUUUUNT!" And with that Tim rammed his ass down on
Matt's dick as hard as he could, Matt screaming with delight as Tim's ass
tightened around Matt's cock as he felt the red head's dick absolutely
explode into the air, Tim's whole body convulsing, sweat pouring out and
down, shot after shot of cum filling the small room with its sweet smell.

As Tim was in the middle of one of the most intense orgasms of his life, he
felt Matt's warm cum fill his hole as THE most intense orgasm of Matt's
young life hit the boy from head to toe, his whole body tensing, "Ohhhh
Fuck, Ohhh FUCK, Oh my gooood," his dick shooting in Tim's gloriously
tight, perfect hole, sweat continuing to pour down on Marty below him, Matt
crying and screaming in a hysterical daze.

All of this stimulation above him wasn't lost on Marty, whose dick was
being strangled by Matt's ass which was spasming in the middle of his
orgasm, both Marty and Matt being crushed by Tim's own explosion. "Ohhh
GOOOODDDD," Marty said, "I'm CUUUUUUMIIIIING," he screamed as he pushed his
dick as far up Matt's tight chute as it would go, lifting both men above
him an inch or two, draining his massive baby makers up Matt's chute, cum
escaping around Matt's hole, the whole world a blissful blur of grunts,
sweat and jizz coming from the three jocks.

When it was over, Matt was lying up on the mattress, his eyes closed, a
smile plastered on his angelic face. Marty and Tim were above him petting
his chest, running their hands through his sweaty hair and smooth, moist
chest, the mattress pad soaked with cum and sweat from the mini-orgy that
had just ended. Marty started, "so Matt, now that you have an idea of this
place, what do you think." Eyes still closed, letting out the lowest of
sighs, all Matt could muster was "where the fuck do I sign."

"Not so fast," said Marty, still breathing hard, "there are other people
you need to meet, things you need to understand. Why don't we all get
cleaned up, grab a bite, and take you to your place for the night. Too bad
these get-to-know-the-recruit visits are usually scheduled for just one
night, since we never know how they will turn out. We need you to go over
some gym routines tomorrow morning before your flight back home in the
early afternoon."

Everything Marty suggested they did. A quick (and uneventful) shower,
followed by a quick meal and Matt found himself in a small guest apartment
on campus. The two coach's left with strict instructions no to tell anyone
what happened if he thought he'd have a chance at the "whole college
experience" they had gone over with him. Matt understood, unpacked a bit
and was unconscious when his head hit the pillow.

The next morning Tim picked Matt up early and they grabbed a small bite to
eat. It was then over to the gym so Tim, Marty and some of the gymnastic
guys could watch Matt do some routines. Now he was totally relaxed and
wowed them all, big smiles all around. Tim said to himself, "Shit, this kid
really knows his stuff, is sooooo easy on the eyes AND smart AND easy to
talk to, and FUCK just look at that ass fly around the pommel horse. Kid's
a total package."

Tim did have to chuckle as he could see certain moves were bothering Matt's
tender ass, a point Matt made to him over breakfast. Tim had assured him,
"Matt, I'm surprised you were able to do what you did yesterday with us. It
was your first time, it's gonna be sore and tender. It will take you a few
days to feel fine, then next time, it will heal faster," Tim winked and
grinned to the boy. "I hope so Tim," said Matt, but after Tim gave him a
stern look, Matt realized what he had said and quietly whispered, "I mean
Coach."

Things were going just as planned, Marty thrilled with the way everyone was
getting along and reacting to some new, potential talent (in more ways than
Marty could outwardly express), and he realized Matt had an easy-going
personality, smart and funny. Practice done, it was a quick shower and then
off to lunch on the way to the airport. Tim drove and they stopped for a
bite. It was here that Matt learned more about Marty and Tim and they about
Matt.

Matt found out that Marty was 37 and from the east coast and had come out
of the closet in college after meeting who he thought was the man of his
dreams. Marty the football star and his man from the rugby team dated for
two years in college then moved in together, Marty getting a local football
coaching job. Things were great and he enjoyed a nice space to park his big
bone on a nightly basis in his stud boyfriend. But it was more than that,
for Marty it was love, until Marty came home unexpectedly early one night
to find his man bouncing up and down like a pogo stick on Marty's best
friend's rod. That's when he decided to come out west and start over, got
the job at Western U, and the rest you know. He has never had a steady man
since and isn't in any rush to find one, which is why he prefers the Gang
and no commitments.

Tim was from the far Northwest. As a kid he was small, and his red hair
made him stand out and he was bullied in grade school...a lot. His parents
got him out of public school and into gymnastics as they noticed Tim had a
fearless streak about him. By 12 he showed good promise, but the earlier
constant and still occasional bullying took a toll on him mentally, so to
help him out, his parents also enrolled him in Karate. Tim took to it
immediately, the work ethic kicking in fast, and by 15 he was a new kid, a
star gymnast and a powerfully built, confident teen. He didn't have to use
his fighting skills until the same bullies from grade school, all of them
teenagers now, got him alone walking home one day.

Instead of turning around, Tim knew it was now or never. The head of the
gang of four shoved Tim, and was going to walk away, until Tim called him a
pussy. The kid turned around to quickly throw a punch, but Tim was quicker,
much quicker. He blocked the punch with his left hand and jammed his palm
up the bully's nose, knocking him down, breaking his nose, and leaving the
kid unconscious and the other bullies stunned. Tim was never bothered
again. His gymnastics skills got even better, he quit Karate, and starting
hitting the weights even more.

As Tim's story was winding down, Matt placed his hand over Tim's, and said
"I'm sorry you had to go through that." Without looking up, Tim slowly
withdrew his hand back and said through eyes that now stared at Matt,
"That's ok stud, I won't EVER let ANYONE hurt me again." Matt figured that
that was one of the reasons why Tim and Marty got along so well, and why
this "gang" of theirs seemed to work out so well for the both of them. They
could fuck all they wanted, let all their aggression and tension out, and
never have to worry about letting someone in that could hurt them. Matt
thought how sad that might be but could understand, as much as an 18 year
old could understand anyway.

As for Matt, he was a sickly child, such that he had to start school late,
so Marty and Tim found out Matt would actually be 19 in a few months,
something that didn't surprise them since the kid was more mature than most
recruits they had met. Matt enjoyed his small town and loved his parents,
but sometimes he thought he'd go nuts if he had to stay there much
longer. Marty let him know that a lot of kids from conservative homes
looked to more liberal, west coast schools like Western U to explore who
they were and make a fresh start, sort of like he and Tim had done when
they looked for new jobs and opportunities.

By the time they got to the airport, Matt felt like he had made two new
friends, even though outside of their banging one another they were his
potential coaches and had his respect. They told him they would like him to
come out again in about two weeks, he could invite his parents as well, but
pretty sure his folks would be staying in a hotel, you know, just in case
things got out of hand at the university. Matt was beaming and blushing at
the same time, and said he would love to come back, Marty and Matt
continuing to hash out the details, Tim silently driving.

Marty tells Tim, "hey keep the car humming, gonna take Matt up to the
counter outside here and make sure he's checked in." Tim just saluted Marty
and said in his best sarcastic tone, "sir YES SIR! Oh and kid, stay out of
trouble and keep that gorgeous mouth of yours shut." Matt beamed at Tim and
thanked him. Marty took Matt aside before sending him on his way, knowing
he had to talk to the kid before he went home and started really thinking
about everything that had happened in the last 24 hours.

"Matt," Marty began, "Don't fall in love with Tim or anyone else, you're
too young and you have your entire college experience ahead of you." Matt
started to interrupt but was stopped by Marty who continued, "I saw the way
you placed your hand on his, got emotional a bit -- I was watching your
face. That's not what a typical recruit would do to a potential coach, no
matter what happened yesterday between the three of us." Matt wanted to say
something, but he really had nothing to say, maybe he was in over his head,
or just confused at the speed of things. Deep down inside, he knew Coach
Marty was right.

Marty kept going. "I've seen Tim go through every guy with a cute ass he
has come across. He can get anyone he wants, and he explicitly told you he
won't be hurt again by anyone. I know him better than he probably knows
himself sometimes - he is not the kind of guy who would settle down. It's
ok to love him in a brotherly way, and as a friend and as a lover, but,
don't fall IN love with him, you could get hurt -- BAD. I almost made that
mistake once here with someone (not Tim) so I know what I'm talking
about. Tim's one of the nicest guys I have ever met and he won't
intentionally hurt anyone, but he will if you let him, so just be careful
and think about it.

Matt thanked him for everything, Marty reiterating one last time how much
they wanted him to choose their school for all it could offer him. Matt
went into the terminal and Marty found Tim's car. "What the fuck took you
so long old man," Tim started into his friend before Marty's perfect ass
even got comfortable in the seat, "You'll scare him away before he even
gets here, what the hell was so important you had to lecture him?" Marty
just looked at his perfect specimen of a man friend and said, "Just some
more details to iron out, nothing a pussy assistant coach needs to be
involved with. Let's get back to the school -- lots to do and we could both
use a weight workout." The two friends headed out and laughed, they could
always laugh, Tim thought.

They did just that, the workout not the best as they were both dragging
from the prior day's escapades, though no one around them was the
wiser. Toward early evening Tim made his way back to his small cottage
house right outside of campus limits. He walked in and turned on the music
and went to the fridge for a bottle of water. With a long sigh, he thought
to himself that it had been a long, good couple of days. He sat on the
couch relaxing, eyes closed, listening to Chris Martin's voice and some of
his favorite lyrics:

How much you wanna risk?

I'm not looking for somebody

With some superhuman gifts

Some superhero

Some fairytale bliss

Just something I can turn to

Somebody I can miss

I want something just like this.

He looked around the room and for the briefest of moments, a moment almost
lost on him, he frowned. Then he took a swig out of the water bottle, shook
his head and cracked a big smile, and with a genuine laugh said to himself,
"Damn you Superboy."



Feedback always welcomed. Next time, Matt meets the two other founders of
the gang.