Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2022 13:27:08 +0000 (UTC) From: Jon Royale Subject: Baldwin & Sons Redux 9 BALDWIN & SONS: REDUX 9 by Jon Royale February 2022 This is a work of erotic fiction depicting graphic sexual situations between consenting individuals. It is meant to be enjoyed by a mature audience. Trey Baldwin, college Freshman, soaped himself up in the dormitory shower with more care than ever. The muscles on his nineteen year old arms gleamed from the warm, refreshing water and bubbly suds. Lathering up his dark blond bush he paid special attention to his jock prick, dangling nut sac and the crack of his ass. He gave his smooth shaft a few soapy strokes, slid a couple of fingers up his asshole and, with a pleasurable sigh, threw his head back under the showerhead to rinse himself. After toweling dry he gave himself a shave. He stood there for a moment afterwards running fingers through his damp, medium-length hair and admiring himself in the mirror. He had every reason to; he was a handsome young man. All the Baldwin's were. Tonight was special, though, and he wanted to look his Baldwin best. Returning to his room he ran the deodorant stick under each arm, slipped into his tight white boxer briefs and hefted his junk so that it filled out the front, then slid his freshly pedicured feet into a pair of dark dress socks. Laid out on the bed was the outfit he'd selected for the evening: new navy-blue Khakis, freshly pressed, and a lighter blue long-sleeved button-down shirt. He donned the threads, taking care not to wrinkle anything, and slipped into the pair of blue Oxfords he'd also purchased earlier today. Standing to appraise himself in the full-length mirror Trey thought how different this was from his normal attire of jeans, t-shirt and sneakers. He looked more mature, more professional. It was the look he'd been going for. His meeting this evening could be the beginning of his career as a professional athlete. College recruiter Branson had set it up. Branson had his eye on him ever since Coach Schneider put in the word. Trey had done his best to impress Branson, both on and off the field. Branson, along with Schneider and former high school Coach Kowalski, had become a regular at the weekend parties on the Baldwin estate. Trey gladly allowed them to fondle his all-American muscular body and suck his gorgeous seven inch teen meat. He was not above returning the favor. Trey was determined to do anything to become one of the fortunate to make it into pro ball. The man he was meeting tonight worked directly for the owner of a major NFL team. Nothing was guaranteed, but it might give Trey a leg up when time came for the all-important draft. As anxious as he was to begin his career Trey had long ago decided to first get his degree. He heard owners liked that and, besides, a college graduate earned more than a high school grad. Desperate to make an impression on his interviewer so the man remembered him three years from now Trey splashed a few dabs of Creed on the sides of his neck, took a deep breath and left the dorm. It was a short walk across campus to the Inn at the back of the town square on the other side of the street. The Inn was an old place, dating back to the 1700s. Although refurbished since then it still held its rustic, old-time ambience. It was quite popular, always busy and highly expensive. Trey passed by the elevator, opting for the stairway instead. The place was only three stories and his appointment was on the second floor. Trey made his way down the long dark-paneled hallway to room 214. Standing in front of the door for a moment attempting to maintain his composure so as not to appear as nervous as he was, Trey took another deep breath to steady himself and raised his fist to rap on the door. Richard (Rick) Branson was the one to usher him into the suite. Trey was all at once surprised to see Coaches Schneider and Kowalski lounging in comfortable-looking sofas having cocktails with another man. This one looked like a businessman. Trey guessed him to be about his father's age, late thirties, tall and trim with conservatively short blondish hair, cleft chin and sparkling white teeth. A look passed between them which Trey wasn't certain he properly read before Branson made introductions. Brett Sawyer took him in a firm hand shake, squeezed one muscular shoulder and led him over to the assembled group. A glass of Scotch was thrust into his hand and he was invited to take a spot next to Brett on a small sofa. They talked sports, Trey's favorite subject other than himself. The other men contributed, although Trey noticed a curious impatience in them. It was almost as if the game, and Trey's future, wasn't entirely on their minds. Throughout the conversation Sawyer's hand casually landed on Trey's thigh, innocently (or so it seemed) caressing and squeezing. Having a good deal more savvy than his younger brother Ryan, things quickly became clear to the college boy, especially when Brett casually changed course. "These gentlemen tell me your family throws a damn fine party," the attractive man said. Trey looked from one mentor to the other, his all-American face crimsoning slightly. "Yeah, well, we all have a pretty good time, I guess." "I hear a lot about another prospect in your family, a younger brother?" "Ryan," Kowalski offered, "a real fine piece of----a real fine athlete." Trey bristled. This meeting was supposed to be about him, not his brother. Once again the old sibling rivalry had been sparked. This was his shot at professional football, not Ryan's. He'd be damned if Ryan messed things up for him again. "Ryan, well, he's still in high school," Trey stammered. "That's alright," Brett smiled widely for the others. "We take a lot of recruits from high school ball." Trey shifted uncomfortably on the sofa. This was all going wrong. Why was he here if they were so fucking interested in Ryan? He'd seen Kowalski fucking Ryan at the parties, had a suspicion Schneider had, too. And it was entirely possible Branson got a piece of Ryan's whorish ass. They'd probably been boasting about it to Sawyer, the Baldwin superstar with the aggressive asshole. Up until now all Trey had offered were hand jobs and amateur head. Why wouldn't Ryan appear to be the more desirable draft choice? "Signing both of them would be great publicity," Sawyer went on, his hand back on Trey's thigh, the wedding ring blatantly present. "Two star quarterbacks, both brothers, leading us to the Bowl." He squeezed higher up on Trey's muscular thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. Trey chewed his lower lip, sunk a bit lower in the seat and deliberately spread his legs wider. Ryan certainly would have. In fact, Ryan would probably have his face in the guy's pants by now. Lowering his voice conspiratorially, although all present could hear, he leaned into Trey and said, "Why don't we go into the next room and discuss this more, um, privately." Trey gulped down the Scotch to offset his nervousness, rose and allowed Sawyer to lead him out of the living room. The liquor had already gone to his head and he was a bit unsteady, although he attempted not to show it. At the doorway he paused to look back at the others and clumsily said, "Um, excuse me, guys." There were laschivous smiles on the faces of the three men. "It's alright, Trey. We'll be seeing you in a little while." Trey looked at them curiously, but Sawyer's firm hand was on his shoulder ushering him into the room. Once over the threshold Sawyer closed the door behind them. Trey took in his surroundings. A decent sized room. Dresser and armoire, desk and chair, long ottoman under the set of windows covered in sheer curtains, room-darkening panels drawn to the sides, private bath off to one side and a king sized bed with a large mirror as its backboard dominating the area. "Make yourself comfortable," Sawyer told him. Trey looked about, not wanting to misinterpret the other man's intentions and screw things up for himself. With the smile of a used car salesman plastered on his mug Sawyer raised an arm to gesture toward the bed. Trey plopped down on the side of the firm mattress and waited for Sawyer's cue. He was bound and determined to do whatever was necessary to make a favorable impression on the man. "Tell me more about this brother of yours. Ryan, is it? I hear he's quite, how shall I say, talented." Blind fury rushed to Trey's temples. Clenching his fists to control his rage he puffed out his chest and responded pointedly, "Anything Ryan can do, I can do better." "That's what I'm hoping," Sawyer responded with his cocky smile. "I haven't met him. Yet. But meeting you, well, I'm quite interested." His hands were on his belt, unbuckling. Swallowing hard Trey reached out, cupped the man's mound and assisted with the zipper. Sawyer dragged his slacks and boxer briefs down from his hips, allowing his half-hard cock to pop free. Trey took it in his hand, looked up at Brett with his baby blues and stroked the meat into full erection. Sawyer had a nice smooth piece of creamy flesh, not overly thick nor gnarled and veiny, which topped off midway between seven and eight inches. The knob was perfectly formed and larger than the neck of the shaft. The golden-furred set of man balls bouncing out from their confines were full and thick, seemingly ready to spout their precious treasure. The bush was carefully trimmed while still maintaining its original lushness. Trey licked his mitt for some natural lube and gave the man a masterful hand job. His wrist turned and twisted around the full length. His slick palm swirled over the fine head, making Sawyer shudder. Trey's blue eyes were cast upward at the man, seeking his every reaction, aware that he literally held his future in his left hand. Many a career had been built on knees before Brett Sawyer. They were all hungry for a coveted spot in pro ball. Even the most heterosexual, pussy-loving jocks became enthusiastic cocksuckers for the opportunity. Some of the biggest names currently in the game had feasted on his prick. Had spread their big beefy thighs for him. Careful never to promise them anything in return, not really, in his rather short career he'd bred quite a few big names, along with some current up-and-comers. Studs currently with swimsuit model girlfriends. The butchest of the butch. This Baldwin kid, Trey, was a handsome young man. And hungry. Brett could tell. He'd seen it dozens of times before. Just the type that would do anything to impress. So far as athletic talent he had only the word of the boy's coaches and his personal pimp, err, recruiter Branson. Actually he was even more intrigued by the ravings about the other one, Ryan. All three of these wolves had fucked him at what sounded like Brett's type of party and had rated him double thumbs up. According to all, the teen's hole was more like prime pussy, something none of them had experienced before. Brett would get a taste of that pussy, quite literally perhaps, and find out for himself. But first he would fuck the older one, Trey, and determine for himself if raw talent truly ran in the Baldwin family. "Get up here, boy," he commanded, "let's see what you're hiding under those clothes." Trey rose. Standing nearly face to face with the blond man he fumbled with the buttons running down the front of his new shirt. Brett's fanned out the material, slipped it from his shoulders and appreciatively ran his hands over the muscular contours of Trey's chest and arms. "Nice," he gushed. "We like our athletes to keep in shape." Trey allowed Sawyer to man handle him as he reached down to unbuckle his belt while simultaneously kicking off his shoes. Sawyer's wandering hands reached behind to the small of his back and slipped beneath his underwear to squeeze and fondle his firm, pear-shaped buttocks. "Nice," he repeated, his warm, scotch-scented breath washing over Trey's face. Trey worked his pants and undies down his thighs, allowed them to fall around his feet and kicked them away. Brett pulled him against his body, effectively mashing their cocks together. Trey managed the buttons on Brett's shirt, yanked it and his tank top tee off and grabbed hands full of his manly buns. They frantically gyrated hips, rubbing cock on cock. Face to face, eye to eye, Trey wasn't really sure if his next was the right move. Ryan would know what to do. Some guys got into it, others didn't. He wasn't all that crazy about it most times. But he figured he'd gone this far. He might as well take the chance. Allowing his eyelids to drift dreamily closed he pressed his lips to Sawyers. He was pleasantly surprised when Brett's tongue plunged directly into his mouth. He drove it hard, maddeningly swirling the slippery muscle around in Trey's oral cavity. Brett was really moaning into his mouth, his tongue seeming to want to climb down his throat while his hands harshly kneaded his butt cheeks. Trey responded in kind, actually enjoying the rough, lip-bruising kiss. Sawyer's mouth went to Trey's neck, then throat, licking and sucking before breathing heavily into his ear while his hands roamed. "You're one hot fuckin' jock," he murmured. "Get onto the bed so I can look you over." Ready for inspection Trey bounced onto the orgy-sized bed with the back of his head on the array of pillows and his athletic body splayed out. Sawyer's eyes devoured the healthy teen. Smacking his lips he commanded, "Jerk your dick, boy." With the swipe of the tongue along his hand Trey took hold of himself and gave the man a show. Trey had a Baldwin beauty, a slickly smooth column of seven inch teen meat which stood nearly straight up from his dark-blond bush. Grinding his ass back against the bed covers he worked his cock for Sawyer's enjoyment while tweaking one of his stiff bronzed nipples. "Fuck yeah," Sawyer gushed appreciatively while fisting his own cock, "you're going to be an asset to any team." Encouraged by the man's appraisal, certain he was making a good impression, Trey went for broke. Flipping over onto hands and knees he planted his thighs wide and gave the man a hot show of his hind quarters. It's what Ryan would have done. Trey wasn't certain anyone would consider it twerking but gyrated his bare butt for the other man's benefit while gazing over his shoulder for Brett's reaction. Sawyer was smacking his lips, his nostrils were flaring and his eyes had that crazed, hazy look. With what sounded like a low growl he crawled up onto the bed behind Trey, spread his cakes wide and thrust his face into the teen's cleavage. Trey saw fireworks as Sawyer ate out his smooth asshole. The man licked his slick flesh as if he was cleaning a dinner plate, then forcefully drove his blunt tongue between the quivering lips. His tongue went deep, real deep, probing up into the slippery colon. Sawyer moaned appreciatively as he felt Trey's insides quivering around his working muscle. The desperate jock's slippery membranes embraced his tongue, sucking on it like an inner assmouth. When Sawyer smacked his butt cheek Trey could feel the cold gold wedding ring on his finger. With his other hand Sawyer took hold of Trey's down-turned cock and brazenly fondled it while he chowed. When the asshole was dripping wet Sawyer came up on his knees, hawked a loogie onto the head of his cock and lasciviously growled, "Gonna find out what kind of tight end you really are." Trey thought to remind him his position was quarterback but Brett was already grabbing him by the hips and shoving his cock into his hole. Trey grimaced, clenched his fists, gnashed his teeth and reflexively tensed his body. It's not as if he was a guy who got fucked a lot. Usually he was the dude on top. Suspecting he was going to have to give up his ass to keep recruiters interested he had been practicing with the rubber cock he picked up at the adult "book store" a few towns over. And Tyrell, one of the guys who had jumped him some time back, had been stopping by the dorm to train him with his fat ten inch black cock. Still, his wasn't an open hole like Ryan's apparently was. It was all good with Sawyer, who rather enjoyed some resistance from his recruits, most of whom had been first timers. He took pleasure in breaking, then tearing up a jock's tight hole. From behind he back handed one firm buttock, then the other as he repeatedly thrust his pelvis forward. His cock sunk to the root in the teen's spasming butt each time. The kid's ass lips quivering around his working shaft caused him to moan aloud. Rising up over Trey he clamped his thighs against the teen's hips and fucked down into his hole like a dog mounting its bitch. With one hand grasping hold of a shoulder for support, the other entwined in Trey's blond hair and pulling back his head, he fucked the boy with reckless abandon. Just then the door burst open and the other three came into the room. They were all stripped bare and sporting hard ons. Kowalski and Schneider threw themselves into easy chairs, puffing on the cigars between their lips and stroking their man meat to the action. Without losing a beat Sawyer looked over to Branson, his trusted recruiter, and smiled lustily, "Found us a real contender here, Bran. Good job. Now get over here and feed him some cock. I want to see what other talents he has." Branson smiled nastily and joined the other two in the big bed. Leaning his back against the stack of pillows protecting the mirrored headboard he thrust his legs out to either side of the nineteen year old hopeful with his fully hard cock right in Trey's face. Branson had a thick piece of meat of about six to seven inches with a big juicy knob and a set of heavy, hairy nuts hanging between his beefy thighs. His dark bush was thick, lush and tangled. At forty two years, he was not as toned as in his younger, athletic days but still showed much of his former prowess. His body was thick, his chest proud and hairy with large man nips and his belly swollen, but hard, from too many keg parties. He was neither handsome nor unattractive, rather average, with a close cropped beard and mustache and conservatively short thick wavy auburn hair. He was a bear. Trey's ears perked the moment Sawyer referred to him as a contender. Wasting not a moment to further impress he took hold of Branson's prick, threw his lips around it and started licking from base to tip. Branson growled appreciatively, providing Trey with the incentive to give the man the best fucking head of his life. Really throwing himself into it he gorged himself on the hairy cock with the other man plowed his relaxing hole. He took it all the way to the back of his mouth, clamped his lips around the pulsing root and masterfully sucked with his nose burrowed in the man's fragrant bush. Branson's big body was skittering around on the bed, obviously enjoying Trey's learned technique. His ham-like hands were on the back of Trey's head, desperately holding the blond down there while he worked. Coming up Trey began to suck him with full-length slurps from the leaking crown to the wooly base while he hefted and squeezed the recruiter's sperm sac. At the same time his bussy was working Sawyer's pistoning cock every bit as much as the rammer was working him. He thrust his ass back to meet every one of Sawyer's insistent strikes. His insides wrapped themselves around the impaler, squeezing, caressing and making a nice tight sleeve for it to fuck. The big cock was creating all sorts of wild, tingling sensations in his guts and causing Trey's own dick to throb incessantly below his tight belly. Huffing, puffing and clearly out of breath Sawyer yanked his jerking dick from the teen hole and told the other man, "Come fuck this pussy, Bran. I want to see how good he sucks." The men quickly traded places. Branson got up behind Trey, guided his cockhead to his pulsing hole and stuffed it inside. Trey moaned like a bitch in heat; Branson's dick was noticeably thicker than Sawyers. As Branson stirred up Trey's honey pot the teen went to work cleaning his ass juices off the piece in his face before going down on it. Whereas Branson had girth, Sawyer outshone in length by about an inch or so. It was enough for Trey to take it into his slick throat and show the man what he could really do. The past few weeks working on Tyrell really had helped. Trey could almost see Super Bowl in his future. Trey hoovered on Sawyer's dick like his life depended on it. Which, in a way, it did. His blond head bobbed up and down, corkscrewed around the shaft and he swallowed it to the root each time. Wet slurping sounds came from both his plugged orifices. Hefty Branson was really ramming his butt in earnest and Trey took it like a champ. As the cock jolted through his fuck chute Trey pushed himself back until the thing crashed deep in his guts. Less than a year ago he never would have thought he'd be the one getting fucked. But after Lombardo's rape, being forced to be taken by his reluctant brother Ryan and then the revenge fuck from Shaq and Tyrell Trey had gotten to enjoy cock hammering his ass. He was too butch to admit it, had never given it up at a party, but Trey was becoming as much a power bottom as his envied younger brother. "Coaches, what are you waiting for?" Brett said to the two smoking their stogies and fisting their beef. "Come get some of this fine jock pussy." "Don't mind if I do," Kowalski replied jovially. Getting into the bed alongside Branson he slapped him on the shoulder and said good-naturedly, "I'm cuttin' in here, buddy." Branson generously abandoned the awesomely hot hole and lounged back on the mattress to be an interested spectator for a while. "I like lookin' at my athletes when I fuck 'em," Kowalski growled. Grabbing Trey by the hips he flipped the teen onto his back, raised and spread the muscular teen's thighs and rammed all nine veiny inches down to his dense bush in Trey's tight, wet puss. Sawyer rose to his knees, pulled Trey's head back and slid his cock back inside the boy's panting mouth. Trey took it all the way into his throat again, held the channel open and allowed Sawyer to freely fuck his face. Drool spilled from his lips as the executive pumped his yawning mouth, the thrill matched only by Coach Kowalski's formidable prick tearing up his shitter. Someone's mouth was on Trey's tits, chewing and sucking. Coach Schneider. The well-muscled Jew was a tit man. Didn't matter whether they were male or female. The sight of hard nips poking against the material of a blouse or shirt got him instantly boned up. It was a thrill to fuck his dick between some well-endowed woman's boobies. And some of the more serious body builders had a deep cleft between their pecs, as well. Schneider got off sliding his kosher cock between those mounds of muscle while tweaking their sensitive rosebud nipples and shooting his load over their faces. The Baldwin boy had nicely curved pecs with nubs like pink candy kisses. Schneider nibbled on one, causing Trey to whimper around the dick in his mouth and thrust his chest up at the Coach, while he slid his hand over to the other and squeezed it between his fingers. He went back and forth from one to the other, nibbling and tweaking, until both were hard, rosy stumps the teen would be feeling for days to come. Kowalski had been waiting a long time to get a piece of Trey Baldwin's ass. The boy proved to be a worthwhile athlete through high school. Could have been a Coach's dream. He surely had the talent. But the kid was surly and something of a rebel. For a while there his academics were so poor it threatened his future with the team. Kowalski figured out early on that there was more than a bit of jealousy over the younger brother, Ryan. It all culminated in those hardcore pictures shoved under Coach's office door depicting Ryan in a titillating array of sex positions with a variety of men. Kowalski figured discrediting Ryan in his eyes was Trey's doing. In actuality the result was the opposite. Kowalski's interest in Ryan was piqued. It turned out Trey hadn't been the culprit at all, but truthfully admitted his intention. Kowalski exercised some tough love over the boy and worked at shaping him into a more disciplined sportsman. With Miles' consent (not that Kowalski had ever needed parental permission) he fucked Ryan's amazing bubbled butt. He even fucked the father, too. When the Baldwin parties began he quickly sought out Trey and was rewarded with a hand job and, later, much head from the maverick. Kowalski wasn't above returning the favor and had scarfed up bellyfulls of Trey's delicious teen cream. And now, for the first time in all those years, his big coach dick was enthusiastically rushing through Trey's rippled hole. Savage grunts spieled from his fleshy lips as he pumped his strong hips back and forth, pounding his large tube steak gut-deep in the boy. Even with his mouth full of cock Trey huskily mewled each time Coach rammed him. Coach had one big fucking dick! He could feel those rock hard veins which covered the shaft tearing against his insides. Trey's ass was crazily undulating and heedlessly grinding back against the bigger man's assault. Damn, it felt so fucking awesome! Trey fleetingly wondered why he'd waited so long to give himself up to hot, raunchy fucking. Sawyer could feel the cum boiling in his sac and knew if he kept up at this pace he'd be shooting a premature load down this fuck toy's throat. He was in no way ready to cum just yet. Reluctantly pulling his slick dick from Trey's sucking maw he took Schneider by the hair, pulled his feasting mouth off the boy's swollen tits and, nearly face to face, told him, "Feed him some cock, Coach." Schneider bobbed his head, smiling like some sex-deranged lunatic, and traded places with Brett. The college coach had a cock nearly as sizeable as his high school counterpart with a thickly flanged, bulbous head. He grabbed hold of Trey's short blond hair, pulled the teen's head back and sunk his prick into his face. This wasn't the first time Trey had sucked Schneider's cock; without looking he knew it instantly. Panting with the excitement of being worked over by Coach cock from both ends Trey's throat muscles worked the large meat as Schneider began fucking his mouth. Moans and groans escaped him, especially when he felt lips on his cock. Brett wrapped his lips around Trey's perfect Baldwin cock head and munched his way down the full seven inches. With the teen's silky pubes tickling his chin he rigorously suckled. Trey's dick was a perfect fit for Sawyer, who always enjoyed sucking on a young jock. His hand slipped down to grab the boy's balls, squeezed them roughly and made him moan even louder. As he gulped on Trey's dick his roving hand went down even further, through the boy's sweaty taint and to the point of contact with Kowalski's pistoning fuck stick. Rubbing his fingers against Trey's splayed ass lips, forming his hand around Kowalski's ramming prick and even managing to slip a few digits into the hot hole along with the other man's dick he really worked the desperate teen over. With Schneider's hairy ball sac bludgeoning his eyes Trey was unaware exactly who was down there giving him some awesome head. Of the two possibilities he hoped it was Sawyer. If the man liked him that much to be sucking the way he was then Trey was a shoo-in for pro ball. Having been on the side lines for too long, Branson was ready to get back into the game. He lifted his big bear body from its relaxed state and sidled up next to Schneider at the boy's head. Stroking his hairy thick one he lustily observed the college coach pistoning his slightly larger dick in and out of Trey's drooling mouth. Schneider had about an envied inch, inch-and-a-half on him. If the hung Jew was stuffing the kid's face down to the curlies Bran knew he'd have himself a real party in that slut jock's face. Seizing the opportunity when it was afforded he turned Trey's face in his direction and stuffed his dick into the boy's muzzle. Trey didn't waste a beat gobbling up Branson's fat cock and swallowing it down to the hairy nuts. Branson's big, strong hand clasped the side of Trey's face as he pumped his meat into the handsome teen. Adjacent to him, Schneider was stroking his dick while man-handling Branson's big chest, hard belly and swollen tits. Bran grabbed him by the back of his neck and crushed their wet lips together. Growling like savages they swapped spit, shoved slippery tongue down each other's throat and mashed fleshy lips. Bran pulled out and excitedly nodded to Schneider who grabbed Trey by the opposite side of the face, turned it in his direction and stuffed his cock back into the boy. Back and forth they went, one in, one out, using the hungry athlete for their mutual satisfaction. While Trey's cock was altogether appealing Sawyer's had gotten lonely and in need of some tight, warm ass. Besides, he didn't want the boy to cream in his mouth. At least, not yet. He had a different challenge for the college hopeful to endure. Breaking up the face fuck he ordered his horny recruiter to his back on the mattress, then challenged Trey to sit on the man's wet, plump cock. Anxious to prove himself to Sawyer Trey did as instructed, squatting over Branson's meat while facing away from him and lowering himself onto the upstanding stalk. His asshole had been worked enough by now that he slid all the way down on it. Brett then grabbed him by the legs, lifting them up and forcing Trey to lie atop Branson's hefty, hairy body. Bran's arms immediately wrapped around the athlete's torso, holding him firmly in place. Fisting spit lube onto his cock Sawyer crawled up between the spread of both their legs and pressed his cock atop Branson's. At that crucial moment when Bran thrust himself into the jock hole Sawyer rode his recruiter's cock through the ass band and inside. He swiftly pressed forward until they were both crammed in Trey's squirming hole. Trey's eyes popped wide and his features registered panic. He opened his mouth to bellow but Kowalski, who had taken post next to Schneider, shoved his big Polish cock into the gaping maw. Trey squirmed, bucked and pounded fists against the mussed mattress but the men were relentless. A pair of cocks fucked his over-burdened hole in tandem while Schneider was attempting to fit his dick next to Kowalski's in his mouth. All these bigger men were sex crazed maniacs and he was their helpless victim. His asshole burned, his jaws ached. But there was nothing he could do to end the onslaught. Sawyer clenched his teeth and drove forward with brute force, fucking the super tight bunghole with Bran. It turned him on incredibly to feel his dick alongside another man's in a young buck's ass. Brett was no stranger to the art of double fucking; it was his preferred aberration. He and Bran together had broken more than a few aspiring athletes this way. Some of the biggest names in pro ball had their virgin holes double downed. Like this Baldwin boy, they resisted. At first. But years later, even after they'd reached stardom, had married and sired offspring, many came knocking on his hotel room door for another fix. Trey had them both in a vise-like grip but they were charging through right up into his guts. In perfect sync their randy dicks pumped in and out of the boy's convulsing butt. They were one unit ravaging the struggling teen's rectum. Sawyer took extreme pleasure in observing Trey's stretched sphincter struggling around the two columns of hard meat, most assuredly throbbing with pain. The tighter it clenched, the more pleasurable it felt. The combined heat of their cocks was nothing compared to the furnace inside Trey's fuck hole. Sawyer's balls churned in their sac with the sensation of Bran's thick cock underbelly gliding along his own. Fucking the bigger man's cock was equally as pleasurable as stuffing the young athlete's squirming pit. Both Coaches were hugely endowed. Quickly realizing it was unfeasible to get both cocks down his throat like the others were doing to his hind quarters they took an alternate approach. Together they stuffed their meaty cock heads and the first few inches into his gasping mouth. Whether he truly liked them or was attempting to focus on something other than the pure hell taking place in his butt the handsome football player suckled on the leaking crowns. Snorting obscenely he ran his tongue over the fleshy meat, his full cheeks hollowing as he gave them some mean suction. Bubbles of saliva frothed from his lips and his whimpers of agony were mixed with sounds of pleasure when he tasted their pre-cum. "Kid's becoming a good cock sucker, almost like his brother," Kowalski snorted. That was all it took for Trey to really throw himself into it. Wrapping his stretched lips around both pulpy coronas he licked, lapped and sucked like his life depended on it. The two men grunted their pleasure and released even more tasty nectar. Simultaneously his asshole relaxed and began working with the rampaging fuckers spearing him. He humped up and down on Branson's fat meat while Sawyer fucked up into him. A satisfied smile creased Sawyer's face as he shoved Trey's legs back so far they were nearly at his sides. "That's it, stud. Now you're showing you're a team player." And with that he began to fuck even harder. Branson sparked a chain reaction when he came. Violently shuddering under Trey, he held the muscular teen more tightly and, with a shout of bestial lust, blew huge globs of man cum into the overtaxed hole. Sawyer felt Bran's dick violently throbbing against him, coating his own prick with slick, warm jism. Throwing back his head, his entire body dramatically tensed, he grabbed Trey by upturned hips, sunk his dick pelvis deep and blasted off inside. Trey's bowels seemed to be milking his dick, squeezing out each heavy spurt until the man was spent. Kowalski and Schneider lost it together, their already-large horsemeat thickening prior to shooting off in his yawning mouth. Hot, pungent sperm filled his orifice, overflowed and trailed down his cheeks to coagulate at the back of his neck and in his hair. Trey slovenly swallowed as much as he could but the combined loads were too much to handle. His eyes teared from the burden. It filled his sinus cavity and oozed out his nostrils. The inside of his mouth looked like a pool of cum. And then four tongues were on his teen dick. The men fought for dominance over the smooth column of youthful flesh. They chewed his balls, licked up and down his shaft, sucked the knob and swallowed him whole until he exploded like a Roman candle. Hot loads blasted up with impressive intensity from his spasming dick. Trey thrashed about, his upper body rose and fell dramatically, his asshole clenched and unclenched and his head tossed from side to side. Hands were jerking him, forcing even more cum to erupt. When he was spent they were all down there lapping up the rewards. Sawyer especially was a hungry mongrel, his face smeared with cum as he scavenged for every tasty drop. He took Trey's cock into his mouth and sucked hard, not wanting one drop to be left unclaimed. They had barely caught their breath when Sawyer was tossing Trey's discarded clothes at him. "Okay, kid," he said nonchalantly. "We'll get back to you." Confused, having hoped for something more, Trey dressed and was escorted to the door by Branson. The big hairy man put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed reassuringly. "Don't worry, boy. You did good. You'll be hearing from him." Trey relaxed, encouraged. Smiling nervously, he left. Driving back to the University he replayed the evening over and over in his mind. Things hadn't gone exactly as he'd expected, but if it meant a place on the team it would all have been worth it. He could feel cum oozing from his butt, probably staining his new pants. The taste in his mouth was strong, but not entirely unpleasant. He figured he was a mess from head to toe. Wasn't sure how he was going to make it to his room without his mates seeing him looking like a cum rag. If they did, well, fuck it. He was on his way to pro ball. Montana, Brady, Manning, Namath. Soon he would be joining the ranks. With a satisfied smile on his cum-crusted mug and a curious tingle in his asshole Trey Baldwin pulled into the student parking lot. Disembarking, he held his head high and proudly made his way to the dormitory. Success was at hand!