ROSS:

    Several years ago, when I lived in Philadelphia, I went to what was known as "the gay gym." Its infamous reputation as a gay cruising ground was simultaneously its best marketing technique. At any given time, if you ventured into the sauna or steam room, you were bound to bump into someone whose hand lingered just a little too long between their legs. Pretty much every single day, my strenuous workout was topped off with a blowjob by an eager cocksucker, some of whom didn't even go to the gym to work out – they headed straight to the locker room upon arrival and dropped to their knees as soon as a willing penis presented itself.

    Ah, how I miss those days. My current gym in the suburbs was extremely family friendly, which meant no "funny business" anywhere. Now that they no longer ended with an orgasm, my workouts were a lot less enjoyable. Until one day, I saw a familiar face in the sauna.

    "Wyatt?! What're you doing here?" 

    "Just relaxin', Mr. Crane," my near-naked student replied with a smile. 

    Even though Wyatt had two identical brothers, I could easily tell him apart now that he was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Wyatt's body was JACKED! I played a little football in high school as well, but I swear whatever these kids were eating these days was turning them into mutants. Even though he was still in his junior year, Wyatt had the body of a fully-grown NFL player. 

    There were three other men in the mid-sized sauna, all of whom were wearing shorts. The spot next to Wyatt was free so I went to sit down next to him, spreading my legs as much as my own towel would allow. 

    "I didn't know you work out here," I told Wyatt, my eyes drawn to his glistening muscles, dripping with sweat.

    "I just joined recently," he explained. "This gym started sponsoring the school at the beginning of the year, so now all of the football players can come here for free."

    "Ah, that's nice," I nodded, noticing a drop of sweat cascading down the teenager's protruding pec, finally dripping off his erect nipple. "So how's football season going?"

    "Good! We're in the playoffs," he bragged proudly. "We got a shot this year. I hope we win, cuz that would mean some amazing scholarship opportunities."

    We talked about football and colleges for about fifteen minutes, during which Wyatt's right hand rested in his lap. Every few seconds, he would grab his cock through the towel and adjust himself. It wasn't anything usual, but the frequency with which he did it sure grabbed my attention. I knew that some guys had a habit of constantly fumbling with their junk. Now that I was sitting next to him, I had to fight the urge to reach over and "adjust" Wyatt's cock myself.

    "Phew. I think I better get out of here and go take a shower," Wyatt finally said, all red in the face. "Are you coming to the game on Friday?"

    "Yes. I'll try to come," I replied with a smile.

    "Cool. I'll see you at school, then," my student said, standing up. As it turned out, his towel wasn't tied around his waist tightly enough, so it fell to the floor of the sauna. For a split second, Wyatt's INCREDIBLE ass was exposed right in front of my face. He bent down and reached for his towel, giving me a short glimpse of his asshole, which had fine hair around it. He wrapped the towel back around himself and without any visible embarrassment said, "Bye, Mr. Crane."

    Seconds later, I was hard as a rock. I had to use my arm to cover up my boner. Thankfully, none of the other men using the sauna noticed my hard-on, which wouldn't go down for another ten minutes. Until then, I had no choice but to sit in the sauna and wait, almost passing out from the heat.

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    The following day, I knew that I needed to fuck some teen ass, so I reached out to Dennis. After several weeks of him sucking my cock, I figured it was time to take it to the next level.

    "Ready to finally get your faggot hole fucked?" I texted him during class.

    "yes Sir!!"

    "Be ready after school today."

    "okay! i will go to the boys locker room and take a shower after class."

    "Good call," I texted back. "Meet me in my classroom when you're ready."

    That evening, I waited for Dennis to show up. Ten minutes went by, then fifteen. I wasn't used to waiting, especially not for Dennis, who always seemed super keen to get to my dick as fast as possible. Was he having second thoughts about getting fucked? If I wasn't mistaken, this would be his first time. I texted him but when my text went ignored, I decided to go to the boys' locker room and see if he was there.

    At first, the place looked empty. There was no one in the rows of lockers; the football team had the day off and nobody else was using the gym. As I got closer to the showers, I could hear the sound of a single shower head running. Aha – that must be Dennis. Creeping up to the shower area, I could now hear soft moaning as well. Was Dennis doing that?

    As I peeked around the corner, I indeed saw Dennis… naked on his knees in front of the school's quarterback, Wyatt! The auburn-haired jock's cut body was unmistakable, there wasn't anyone quite like him at the school in terms of physique, and I took a moment to appreciate his form just as I'd done in the gym sauna yesterday.

    This particular pairing I was witnessing was very interesting, since I knew Dennis and Wyatt's brother Finn had been getting closer. While I didn't force my young cocksucker to tell me every detail about his personal life, he and Finn could often be seen chatting between classes or eating lunch together. So what did it mean that Dennis was now sucking Finn's brother off in the locker room?

    Steeling myself for a variety of reactions from the two students, I stepped around the corner and cleared my throat. Wyatt looked at me and in his eyes I could see shock, but no panic.

    "So this is why you kept me waiting, huh?" I barked at Dennis, who turned to me. Then, he slid the football player's cock from his mouth so that he could reply to me.

    "I'm sorry, Sir," Dennis said, holding Wyatt's boner in front of his mouth like a microphone. I was projecting my full dom demeanor for Dennis's sake, but part of my mind was hungrily taking in the sight of that magnificent, rock-hard cock jutting from the neatly trimmed bush. "I bumped into Wyatt here and… and I couldn't help myself."

    I glanced up at Wyatt, who just flashed me a goofy half-smile and a slight shrug. Dennis still held the stud's erection in his hand, and there was a heaviness in the air, while they both waited to see what I was going to say. The automated shower stopped running. Acute silence filled the room.

    "Well..." I began, looking down at Dennis. "I see you're doing your best to support the star player. Carry on. And I… I will carry on with what I'd intended as well."

    "Oh shit," I heard Dennis whisper softly, before he turned his head back around and swallowed Wyatt's cock once again. I walked back to the door of the boys' locker room, fully shutting it and turning the lock. I quickly disrobed and hung my clothes inside one of the lockers, returning to the shower area naked and well on the way to being fully hard.

    Wyatt looked slightly surprised, but seemed to put the pieces together quickly as I approached and stood a few feet behind Dennis.

    "So you've... been giving my neighbor here some private tutoring?" the jock asked, doing his best to sound like some sort of co-conspirator. I wasn't in the mood for beating around the bush though. I'd been horny all day and had waited long enough already.

    "Dennis has been sucking my dick, if that's what you mean," I replied. "And it looks like he's no stranger to yours either." Indeed, this didn't have the vibe of being some unlikely random encounter. Even if it hadn't been planned, this wasn't the first time for these two, I could tell.

    "Yeah, we've been seeing a lot of this guy lately," Wyatt replied, reaching down with one hand and stroking Dennis's hair in a remarkably tender and very hot way. I noticed his use of the word "we" and I wondered if that included both of his brothers. Had Dennis managed the hat trick of sucking all of the triplets' cocks? I felt a surge of pride at the thought. Even I, with so many sexual accomplishments under my belt, had never hooked up with triplets before. 

    "Well, this little slut and I had planned for me to pop his cherry this afternoon," I revealed to Wyatt while continuing to look down at the eager cocksucker between us.

    "Oh, damn!" Wyatt responded, sounding impressed. "Well, uh... here, maybe this will make things easier." Keeping Dennis's head in place with one hand, the football stud slowly sank down to his knees. Dennis had little choice but to adjust his own position accordingly, getting on his hands and knees. He continued to suck on Wyatt's meat but he was now putting himself on display for me, his asscheeks naturally parting just enough to give me a glimpse of his virgin hole.

    "That'll work just fine, Wyatt," I said in an even tone, conveying the message that I was in charge here but as long as I got what I wanted, we were all cool. The jock seemed to understand, giving me a subtle but respectful nod. I slid myself forward so that the head of my cock was pressing against one of Dennis's asscheeks, and I gripped his hips with my hands. I heard him moan softly around Wyatt's shaft.

    Letting a low growl escape my throat, I began sliding my hard-on up and down between Dennis's glutes, using my hands to spread them open wider. His hole seemed ready... as ready as it could be anyway. I wasn't going to go easy on him. That would take too long, for one thing, and I needed to bust this nut that was churning inside my balls. Walking in on this incredibly hot scene had amped me up even more.

    I pushed my cockhead against Dennis's pucker with a good amount of force, and I was pleased to feel it slide inside, along with about two inches of my shaft. Dennis groaned loudly and I felt him tighten up considerably, but I was already in far enough that I could just continue to plow forward.

    "Oh my God..." I heard Dennis moan, clearly having removed Wyatt's cock from his mouth, at least for the moment. He had his face mostly buried in the spot right below Wyatt's navel, and I saw the football player slowly rubbing the back of Dennis's neck with one hand, as if trying to help him relax. Wyatt himself was fixated on the sight of my dick slowly sliding in deeper. A mix of arousal and reverence shone on the jock's face, as if he was appreciating what a big moment this was for his young friend.

    Dennis had begun to relax by the time I was finally in all the way, and I gripped his hips a little tighter to hold him in place as I enjoyed the sensation. When I finally heard the boy exhale, I gave one of his asscheeks a quick but firm slap.

    "Your mouth is too empty, Dennis," I barked. "If you want me to fuck you, you're going to have to finish what you started while I'm doing it." I felt Dennis breathe deeply again, and then he went back to work on Wyatt's cock. I felt another surge of pride at how he leaned right into getting spit-roasted like it was no big deal.

    We spent the next minute or two in relative silence, with only the sounds of sucking, fucking, and soft moaning. Once I was able to really start pounding Dennis, things got interesting. Wyatt and I made eye contact and for a while we did some ping-pong, each of us thrusting into Dennis with a steady back-and-forth rhythm, never letting either hole completely recover from the last push before giving it to him again. That was fun, but I really wanted things to be a little more intense for Dennis.

    "Together," I said to Wyatt, and adjusted my pace to be right on time with his. He nodded, seeming to know what I meant, and after that we were slamming our hips into Dennis right at the same time.

    That continued for far longer, probably a good ten minutes. Dennis grunted and moaned occasionally but was taking it all like a champ. Fucking him had gotten easier pretty quickly, and it was good to see that he seemed to be just as much a natural at bottoming as he was cocksucking.

    Over time, Wyatt and I had both taken to leaning our torsos forward a bit as we pounded our mutual fucktoy. By now, our bodies were close enough now that I could see the drops of sweat on Wyatt's forehead and chest, and my eyes fixated on one of his pecs and the perfect pink nipple jutting out from it. It was just like in the sauna, watching him sweat as we shared an intimate experience – this one much more sexual than the one yesterday.

    I could tell Wyatt was getting close; teen boys' telltale signs were always easy to read. My own nutsack was starting to tighten up as well, and I figured we should give Dennis a special treat to commemorate his first time.

    "Together," I said to Wyatt once more, and I could tell he got the different  meaning it was conveying this time. We both let the buildup run loose and a moment later I heard Wyatt yelp out as he started to cum down Dennis's throat. I responded with a similar cry and began unloading as far inside the boy's ass as I could get. The next minute or so was just heavy, intense breathing from Wyatt and me as we shot our seed down either end of Dennis's digestive tract and slowly started to recover. Both of us kept thrusting in and out, though much more slowly now than the last few minutes.

    Finally, Wyatt shifted backward and began to stand, and I heard the pop of his softening cock emerging from Dennis's lips. The football jock stood up and reached over to turn the shower on again. He took a quick shower and started to leave, before turning back to us.

    "See you at our house tonight, Dennis?" Wyatt asked casually, ignoring the fact that my cock was still buried inside his friend's ass.

    "Aha," Dennis replied, still a little out of breath. Wyatt turned the corner and a moment later I heard the sound of a metal locker opening. Finally I moved my hips back and withdrew my dick from Dennis. Some of my load immediately began to seep out of his hole, which took a moment to close up after releasing my shaft from its grip.

    "Let's take a shower," I said, pulling him in under the cascading water. It was pleasantly warm, and Dennis melted into my arms, enjoying the aftercare I was providing. I gave him a kiss on the forehead before kissing his lips and giving his hole a poke with my finger, feeling my cum oozing out of it.​​