Chapter 9

N ic took another bite of his burger, his second one today. He was starving. There were only a few games left before the finals, and Coach had been riding the entire team extra hard. Nic wasn't worried—he knew they'd win—but he was worn out. He was really looking forward to the season being over.

"Getting to eat this much is the only good thing about being this dead-ass exhausted." Nic popped his head up to see one of his teammates, Taylor, sitting across from him eating his own burgers.

Taylor Webb was a big guy, easily over six feet tall and pushing 220 lbs. He had dirty blonde hair and a big barrel chest, which made him perfect for his position of linebacker on the team. Nic had played with him since freshman year.

"Yeah, my mom's been making all my favorite stuff on the nights before and after a game." Nic smiled at the thought. His mom was awesome.

"Lucky. My mom can't cook for shit." Taylor tore another bite from his burger. "Uthually juth endth up ordering a couple of pithas."

"I'll be glad when it's over… But I will miss all the food," Nic said with feigned wistfulness.

Wordlessly, Taylor held out his burger to him in a "cheers" motion as he continued to eat.

"The struggles of being a high school football player," Derek teased, having watched their display silently from his own seat.

"Hey, our lives are very difficult," Taylor half joked. "Just because we get out of classes, get hit on by all the cheerleaders, can eat everything we want, and just overall get special treatment doesn't… Wait, what was I arguing again?"

Nic snorted, mouth full of burger.

"Harhar." Derek finished off the last of his food, standing to throw away his garbage. "Well, unfortunately some of us are going to have to rely on academics to get us into college. Got another English project Cory and I gotta work on. Later, man."

Nic waved goodbye as Derek turned to find Cory at the next table, talking animatedly to Stephanie about a new video game both had picked up.

"You gotta remember to use his gadgets," Cory explained some of the game's mechanics. "If you get surrounded, just throw down an electric web or a web bomb. It'll give you the time and space to take down a couple."

"Ugh, it's just like in the Arkham games," Stephanie grumbled. "I never remember to use those in combat."

"Hey, Cor," Derek interrupted. "Sorry, but we gotta get to the library if we're gonna finish those papers today."

"Do we have to?" Cory fake whined as he started to gather his things. "Sorry, Steph. Homework calls."

"Aww." Steph looked sad. "It feels like we haven't gotten to hang out in forever. I miss you."

"Aww." Cory hugged Stephanie. It had been a while since the two of them really had a chance to talk. Probably not since… Well, explaining all of that to Steph might be a bit too much. But he could tell her something , like maybe at least that he was gay. "Miss you too. Promise we'll talk later, okay? I'll text you after school."

"You better!" Steph shouted as Derek and Cory left the courtyard and headed to the school's library.

"I swear, dude. I just don't get it," Steve, another of Nic's teammates, spoke up, watching the exchange between Cory and Steph.

"Don't get what?" Nic wasn't following.

"Why you hang out with that loser." Steve was still looking at Stephanie as she gathered together her own things. "I mean, Derek I get, he's at least cool. But the girls that dork Cory hangs out with aren't even hot. Why do you keep him around?"

Barely managing to stop himself from slamming his burger down, Nic was about to tear Steve a new asshole when Taylor beat him to the punch.

"Shut the fuck up, Steve," Taylor said without even turning his head. "Nobody thinks any of that, except you. No one cares."

"Hey, fuck you, man." Now Steve was getting defensive. "I'm just asking why he hangs out with that runt."

"Maybe if you focused less on that runt and more on your game, you might actually get off the bench before the end of the season." Steve was third string and not a particularly good player either. He hadn't played at all the last few games.

"What the fuck ever, dick." Steve flipped Taylor the bird before leaving the table.

"Dumbass." Taylor shook his head at Steve's exit.

"No kidding." Nic returned Taylor's earlier burger salute. "Thanks, man."

Taylor nodded his head, already digging back into his food.

"This MLA format shit is melting my brain," Derek groused from his side of the library table, setting down his book. "I'm getting a soda. Want anything?"

"No thanks, sir. I'm okay." Cory had hit a stride in writing his paper and wanted to keep it going.

Derek left the table leisurely, in no rush to return after getting his soda. He and Cory had been in the library a few hours now, electing to skip their fourth period classes—gym for Derek and a programming class for Cory. Their English teacher knew they'd be in here working, as were several other students, and the boys were determined to finish this today, so they kept going even after the final bell had rung.

"They got you doing their homework, too?"

Cory looked up to see who was speaking to him. It was Jackson, that guy from the basketball team from the other day. How long had he been standing there?

"What? I'm not doing anyone's homework except my own." It wasn't the first time someone made that assumption.

"Oh, sorry then." Jackson looked around the library idly. "I thought I heard you calling him sir. Sounded like he was pushing you around or something, you know?"

Cory felt his facing burning as he immediately turned bright red. Shit. He heard them? Had anyone else???

"Uh… That's just an inside joke between us," Cory stammered as he tried to cover. "It's stupid, really. I don't even realize I'm doing it sometimes." Real smooth, Cory.

"Well, you know if anyone is ever picking on you, I'm happy to step in and help you out." Jackson cocked an eyebrow.

"Thanks?" Cory doubted he'd need it. What he wanted was for this conversation to be over. "I… I've gotta get back to work."

"Right." Jackson smirked. "See ya around, boy ."

Cory's breath hitched as Jackson turned to walk away, still smirking. Cory, face still flushed, could only stare down at his paper, pencil in hand, mind blank. What the fuck was that about? He gripped his pencil tightly. Does he know? Did I say something else he might have heard? Was it just a fluke? Does it mean—

"Hey," Derek put his hand on Cory's shoulder, making him jump slightly, "you okay? Did that guy say something to you? You look like you're about to lose your shit."

"Yeah… I think… I think I just ate something funny at lunch," Cory lied. "I'm fine."

Derek's look was questioning, but he didn't press.

"Well, we're both almost done here," Derek said as he returned to his seat. "Football practice should be over soon. Wanna finish up and head over to the locker room and see if Nic wants to hang or grab dinner or something?"

"That sounds cool," Cory quickly agreed, thankful for the subject change. "I only have another page or so to go."

"Me too, I think." Derek reopened his book from earlier, setting down his soda. "Let's get to it."

It was about an hour later when Derek and Cory walked toward the locker room, happy to be done with their papers. Football practice had ended a short while ago, and Derek had texted Nic to have him wait around if he wanted to hang out. Most of the players had already gone, but Cory spotted Nic's bag on one of the benches. He and some of the other players were probably still in the showers.

"Alright, I'm just gonna run to my locker real quick." Derek started to exit the locker room, seeing that they had a bit before Nic would be out. "Don't need to carry all this around with me anymore. Be back in a few minutes."

"Sounds good. I'll be here." Cory took a seat on one of the benches and pulled out his phone, deciding to try to catch a few Pokémon while he waited.

"The hell are you doing in here, loser?"

Ugh. Cory recognized that voice. "I'm waiting for Nic, Steve. What do you want?"

"Of course, you are," Steve sneered. "Always following him and Derek around like a little puppy. Pathetic."

Cory ignored Steve and went back to his phone. He was just about to catch a Chikorita when the phone was knocked out of his hand.

"Hey! What the fuck is your problem?!" Cory stood up and made to pick up his phone.

" You are my problem," Steve said as he pushed Cory by the shoulder, knocking him against the lockers. "You don't belong here, and I'm sick of you getting some free pass outta the loser club just because of who you're friends with."

Cory rubbed his sore shoulder. He looked toward the locker room exit, wondering if he could make a break for it, but knowing that Steve would be able to catch up to him pretty easily. Hopefully Derek was on his way back already…

"What the fuck is this?" Nic came walking in from the showers, towel wrapped around his waist. Seeing Cory backed into a corner by Steve, he quickly figured it out for himself. He stormed over and was in his teammate's face in an instant. Like a knight in … a bath towel. "The fuck do you think you're doing, McMillan?"

"Get the fuck out of my face, Herrera." Uh oh, they're last-naming each other. That can't be good . "We were just playing around, right runt?"

"Fuck you, Steve," Cory practically spit, Nic's defense giving him a boost of courage.

"Yeah, fuck you , Steve." Taylor decided to pile on, having just walked in from the shower himself. He walked to stand next to Nic. "There a problem here, buddy ?"

Steve looked back and forth between the two of them, the anger building on his face. He knew he wouldn't stand a chance against both of them.

"Nah," he said, clearly not meaning it. "We're good." He then walked over to his own locker, dressing quickly and exiting, all the while being stared down by Nic and Taylor.

"What a fucking asshole." Nic shook his head. "You okay, Cor?"

"Yeah… I'm fine." Cory rubbed his shoulder again. He'd probably have a bruise tomorrow. "Don't know what his problem is."

"Probably insecure about his dick size or something," Taylor mused.

"What about whose dick size?" Derek walked back into the locker room and the middle of the conversation.

"Steve McMillan was pushing Cory around. Walked in in the middle of it," Nic explained. "Think we probably woulda ended up fighting if Taylor hadn't walked in right after me."

"Yeah, thanks Taylor." Cory finally retrieved his phone and was thankful that it seemed to be in okay shape. Yay for phone cases! "I owe you one."

"Nah, it's no problem." Taylor shrugged off the praise. "Just doing what anyone should."

"Hey, what about me, Cor? Don't I get a thank you?" Nic griped.

"Sorry, yes, of course, thank you. You are my knight in shining armor, sir." Cory rolled his eyes before opening them wide as he realized what just left his mouth. What was wrong with him today? Nic's eyes also grew, staring at Cory in surprise, and Derek only looked back and forth between Cory and Taylor, trying to get a read on if he had figured them out.

"Ooooohhh, so it's like that with you guys," Taylor said, nodding slowly. "I mean, I thought it was possible but figured it was a long shot."

"What… What do you mean?" Cory tried to act nonchalant. "That was just a joke."

"Guys… It's okay." Taylor held his hands up in surrender. "Seriously. I get it."

"You get what , Taylor?" Derek asked, eyes narrowed.

"You guys remember Jamie Mandino?" Taylor realized he'd have to explain.

"What about him?" Derek asked.

Jamie Mandino was a former student at their school. He was a year older than they were, meaning he had already graduated. Jamie was openly gay, one of the only students at school to be so. He was fairly well liked, but he never really crossed paths with Derek, Nic, or Cory.

"Yeah, well, he was also my neighbor. Lived next door," Taylor started. "And goddamn could that boy suck dick."

Cory choked on air at Taylor's revelation with Nic and Derek staring, mouths half open.

"…You guys okay?" Taylor looked between the three.

"Uh, yeah." Derek was the first one to snap out of it. "Just … really caught off guard I think."

"Yeah, if you guys are trying to keep this a secret, you might wanna work on your reactions," Taylor suggested. "They're not exactly subtle."

"So, wait, you and Jamie…?" Nic questioned, still catching up.

"Started sophomore year, at a party actually." Taylor leaned back against the wall of lockers. "Things were winding down, and he and I were sitting in the backyard, splitting a bottle of wine he swiped from inside. We were pretty hammered. I forget exactly what we were talking about, but suddenly the dude just flat out tells me that he would be more than happy to suck my dick anytime I wanted it."

"Wow, he just … went for it like that?" Cory sat on a bench, eager to hear more.

"Like I said, we were pretty drunk," Taylor continued. "I didn't know what to do at first. I'd never had a guy hit on me like that before. I asked him if he was serious, and he said yes, that he could suck my dick way better than any girl could. And he was right. Only a few minutes later and I had my dick out, and he was in between my legs, swallowing me down like I was nothing. Probably came in less than five minutes."

"What happened then, when you sobered up?" Nic asked next.

"At first I tried not to think about it," Taylor admitted. "Told myself it was just the alcohol. Which definitely helped—but then a week later, I got a text from him, asking if I wanted some more head. Didn't take me long to say yes."

"Seems mutually beneficial," Derek agreed.

"After that, he was blowing me almost daily. It became pretty obvious that he liked stuff on the rougher side of things pretty early. Started with just blowjobs, then I was fucking his face, and then I was fucking his ass. Started getting kinky, first by calling me sir, and then even calling me daddy … I miss that kid. I'm sure he's having the time of his life in college." Taylor ended his story a little wistfully, clearly a little let down that he no longer had access to Jamie or his mouth and ass.

"Well, you know, Cory here has a pretty talented mouth himself." Sensing an opportunity, Derek went for it.

Cory once again choked on air. His face felt like it was on fire, but his dick was also quickly filling up, the traitor. Cory wasn't opposed. Taylor was a nice, good-looking guy and apparently more than comfortable with another guy swinging on his dick. And once again, the idea of Derek loaning him out like this brought out those same mixed feelings in Cory, a combination of being turned on and just … weird. Cory cautiously looked up at Taylor, who was clearly considering the offer. More than just considering it—Cory could see his cock beginning to tent the front of his towel.

"Yeah… I'll give your boy a test ride." Taylor moved toward his own locker. "C'mere, you."

Cory looked to Derek, who nodded his assent, and then to the entrance of the locker room.

"Don't worry," Taylor said as he rummaged through his locker. "We're the last ones here."

Cory walked over to Taylor. Without saying anything, Taylor pressed his used jockstrap to Cory's face, which he had just pulled from his bag. Instinctively, Cory inhaled, body shuddering as he was dosed with the scent.

"Thought so," Taylor said with a chuckle. "Jamie used to love that shit too."

Taylor let his towel fall to the ground, exposing his half-hard dick as Cory inhaled his jock. Cory eyed it nervously as the jock was removed from his face before Taylor pushed him down gently by the shoulders. Understanding the silent order, he lowered himself to his knees, coming face to face with what would now be his fourth cock. It was thick, like the rest of Taylor. Dark blonde hair covered him from chest to belly with a thick trail leading down to his cock. Underneath the thick member were a massive set of balls, also covered in blonde fur.

"Don't be shy now." Taylor gently pulled Cory's head toward his crotch. "Go ahead and say hello."

Cory allowed himself to be guided toward his goal, nuzzling his face into Taylor's crotch. He inhaled his scent again, not nearly as strong as in his jock but still more than enough to get Cory's head spinning. He began to lick and suck at the heavy sack, dragging his tongue along the slightly salty skin. Taylor tightened the grip on his head, holding Cory in place against his cock.

"There ya go," he cooed. "Boys like him drop the shy act pretty fast once you get a cock in their face."

Cory and Derek watched with fascination as Taylor quickly took charge of the situation, clearly used to doing this from his time with Jamie.

"Alright, let's see what you can do with that mouth." Cory's face was pulled away, revealing the dick-drunk expression on his face. "Open up."

Cory obeyed the order as he felt Taylor's rigid length tapping against his lips. His dick was huge, bigger than any of the others he'd had experience with. He opened wide, feeling his lips stretch around the thick slab of meat as it slowly pushed forward, stopping just before it poked the back of his throat. The grip on his head encouraged him to bob up and down before loosening, letting Cory set the pace as he began trying to swallow down the thick cock.

Taylor watched as Cory slowly moved back forth on his cock. After a few false starts, Cory reached up to wrap his hand around the remaining length. Taylor only chuckled, knowing that it was no easy feat for someone to take his cock into their throat. Cory's hand barely wrapped all the way around his dick, thick as it was. Taylor soon became aware of his audience, looking over to see Derek and Nic watching intently with Nic visibly sporting an erection.

"You guys want in on this?" Taylor continued holding his hand on Cory's head as he continued dutifully sucking him off. "Not trying to hog your boy."

Looking at each other only briefly, the boys didn't take long to make a decision, Nic dropping his towel and Derek unzipping his jeans as they walked over to join Taylor. Soon they were standing on either side of Taylor, surrounding Cory with an alcove of cock. Seeing his owners' cocks bobbing out of the corner of his eye, Cory reached up to grip and stroke them both.

Or that's what he attempted to do at least. Turns out that taking care of three cocks was a lot more complicated than two—at least when he was only using his mouth and hands. The locker room was soon filled with the noises of slurping and quiet moans as Cory did his best to stroke Derek and Nic in time with the bobbing of his head, but it wasn't easy. By the time he was ready to switch to one of them, he had resigned himself to the fact that one of them was going to be rather neglected as he focused on the other two.

"Aww, looks like the boy is having some trouble handling all three of us," Derek teased as he looked down at Cory, who was now deep throating Nic's cock while he stroked Taylor. Derek gripped his own cock and gave it a few strokes while he weighed his next move. "You know, he's got more than one hole to use." Derek looked lecherously at Cory's ass to emphasize his point.

"Heh, oh yeah?" Taylor looked down at Cory, who was now back to sucking him. "Think your ass could handle taking my dick, boy?"

Cory contemplated his answer, both because his mouth was currently full and because he was feeling overwhelmed. This was all moving really fast; Cory never thought he'd be in the middle of what was quickly turning into a gangbang in his high school locker room. But for all his concerns, he couldn't deny that he was also really, really into it. Hell, he was sure he had seen nearly half a dozen videos that started exactly like this. But also, fuck, that is a big cock. Cory's lips were already sore from being stretched so far around it. Can I even take it?

"I… I'd like to try, at least, sir," Cory said timidly after pulling off of Taylor's cock. "But I…"

"Heh, I know, boy. It's intimidating, isn't it?" Even Derek and Nic would have to admit that Taylor's cock was huge. Derek was wondering himself how Cory would handle it. "It's okay if you're nervous. Even Jamie had trouble at first, but once he got used to it…" Taylor smiled cockily at Cory as he trailed off.

"Okay." Cory took a deep breath as he agreed.

"Thatta boy!" Taylor clapped him on the shoulder. "Don't worry. I'll let these two go first and open you up for me."

Cory whimpered at the thought of being fucked by all three of them. Part of him wasn't sure if he'd be able to handle it, but the other part was wishing he was already naked and bent over.

"Sounds like he likes that idea." Nic was quickly growing more comfortable with things after seeing the way Taylor went all in. "Strip, boy."

Cory stood from his spot on the floor, all three tops moving away to give him some space as he began removing his clothing piece by piece, setting each on the end of the bench. Nic picked up Taylor's earlier discarded jockstrap and tossed it to him.

"Put that on," he ordered.

"Yes, sir." When he was finished, Cory was standing before them in nothing but a jockstrap, awaiting his next order.

"On your back on the bench." Derek, after removing his own pants, made the call for how he would be arranged, walking around to one end. He had an idea. "Down here, head hanging over the side."

Cory obeyed, first straddling the bench then lowering his back to it. His head hung over the edge and he saw the locker room upside down before Taylor and Nic once again re-entered his view, cocks in hand. As Nic took the lead and lowered his cock into Cory's mouth, Cory heard the snap of a plastic cap and felt Derek's cold and lubed finger begin prodding around his ass. He moaned around Nic's cock when Derek found his hole, circling around the rim a few times with the pad of his finger.

Taylor watched as Nic began to slowly fuck his cock in and out of Cory's mouth, each time pushing a little farther into his throat. Derek sat on the bench between Cory's legs, opening him up with one, then two fingers. Cory, unable to see past Nic's hairy undercarriage, could only accept what he was given as his two owners took advantage of his body. They were enjoying showing off as much as Cory was relishing being watched.

Nic pulled back after a few minutes, stepping back to allow Taylor his own turn. Taylor smiled down at Cory before quickly replacing Nic in his mouth. He began slowly pumping, not going as deep or fast as Nic, knowing Cory would still need a chance to get used to his girth.

Feeling Cory's hole was relaxed enough, Derek lifted his legs to his shoulders, sitting on the bench. After making sure he was lubed well enough, he moved forward, pressing the slick head of his cock against Cory's hole. Cory offered little resistance, more than used to taking Derek and Nic in his ass by now. He simply moaned again, this time around Taylor's cock, as he felt Derek bottoming out, hair scratching against his ass.

"Damn, this boy can really take a dick," Taylor commented as Derek started to pump his hips back and forth. The vibration of Cory's moans around his dick had him fucking more and more of his cock into Cory's mouth.

"He's had a lot of practice the last few months," Derek said cockily. "We've been training him good."

Cory, only vaguely aware that he was being talked about at that moment, could only moan again in agreement as he was used. His own cock was straining in the pouch of the jock he was wearing, twitching every time Derek passed over his prostate. A small wet spot was beginning to form as precum dribbled from the head.

Taylor pulled back as Derek continued to fuck, Nic taking over to fuck Cory's throat once more. Derek was beginning to pick up speed, and the sound of skin slapping against skin soon echoed through the locker room. Taylor stood back and watched, fascinated, when soon enough, Derek and Nic were both fucking the full lengths of their cock into Cory at each end.

"I'm starting to get close," Derek announced, standing slightly to give him more leverage.

He grabbed the backs of Cory's thighs from against his chest and pushed them back, bending Cory and exposing his hole farther. With his access made easier, Derek began to pound his cock in and out of Cory's twitching hole.

The sudden increase in speed caught Cory off-guard, though he could only whimper and moan as Derek took his pleasure from his hole. Each time Derek nailed his prostate head on, he could feel his hole twitch and spasm, the pressure beginning to build.

Nic was eager for his own turn at Cory's ass once Derek was finished. Rather than replace him in Cory's mouth, Taylor continued to stand and watch, seeing the blissed-out expression on the bottom's face as he was pounded out. A litany of whimpers and moans spilled from Cory's now-free mouth, and he could only lift his head and look up at the man fucking him.

Derek was getting close, but from the way Cory's hole was periodically squeezing him, he could tell that Cory was too. Determined to make Cory cum before he did, Derek steadily drove his cock into Cory's hole, his dick massaging the small nub of pleasure within. The pitch of Cory's moans got higher and higher until he was practically squealing with each slam of Derek's dick.

"Sir… Gonna… Fuck—!" Cory managed to get out through his gritted teeth as he felt all of his muscles tense up as the orgasm overtook him. "Nnnggghh—!"

Derek felt the telltale spasming of Cory's ass that meant he was cumming, grinning down at him cockily as he continued to fuck in and out, making Cory whimper and moan even more. His goal achieved, he was now ready to breed his boy's hole.

"Fuck, here comes your first load of the day, boy," Derek announced, both for Cory's benefit as well as Nic and Taylor's. "Gonna flood your fucking ass…"

Derek slammed his cock home, as deep as he could, as it unloaded deep inside of Cory. Cory whimpered, his jock-covered cock still hard as he felt Derek's cock pulse with each shot. Derek continued trying to pump, instincts driving him to push his cock deeper.

Finished cumming, Derek caught his breath a moment, cock still inside of Cory. Sweat bled through the shirt Derek was still wearing, and Cory's own chest and belly hair was matted to his skin. Grinning, Derek looked up to Nic before gingerly extracting himself from Cory's ass.

"You're up, bro."

"Let's get you bent over the bench now, boy." Nic walked over and stood above Cory's prone body, examining the scene. He held out his hand to Cory, helping the weak-legged boy sit up.

Cory was thankful for the position change. His neck may have been in a good position for a throat fuck, but it was starting to get sore. He lowered himself once more to the floor, this time turning around and leaning over the bench. As he heard the cap on the bottle of lube pop open once again, Taylor came back into view. Without needing an order, Cory once again began to suck on the massively thick cock when it was presented to him.

"Here comes cock number two." Nic settled in behind Cory, slapping his hard cock against Cory's hole and making him shudder.

Cory moaned softly as he was stretched again, Nic's cock finding little resistance in Cory's cum-sloppy hole. Nic gripped him by the ass tightly, pulling him back as he pushed forward. He groaned as he felt the warm wetness engulf him fully.

As Nic began to pump his cock in and out of Cory's ass, Taylor followed suit with his mouth. From this position, Cory was at least able to meet him halfway, bobbing up and down in time with Taylor's thrusts. For his part, Taylor was doing his best to match Nic's timing, never leaving Cory without at least a few inches of dick inside him.

Nic spanked Cory's ass as he fucked, watching the generous flesh jiggle, still framed by Taylor's jockstrap. Cory whimpered with each smack of his ass. Nic began to long stroke his cock in and out of Cory, Derek having loosened him up sufficiently. He watched, fascinated as his cock was swallowed effortlessly by Cory's ass, over and over.

Interested in seeing just what else Cory could handle, Taylor began to fuck more and more of his cock into Cory's mouth, steadying his head to hold it in place. As the cock drew nearer and nearer to the back of his throat, Cory could only look up at Taylor, mouth stretched wide, a look of hunger in his eyes. Taylor smirked, and pushed farther in, finally entering Cory's throat.

Cory did his best to fight his gag reflex as Taylor began pushing into his throat. His mouth was so full; there was no way he'd be able to take the entire thing, but he was damn sure going to try. Taylor continued to fuck just the first few inches of his cock into Cory's mouth, sucking a breath in when he felt Cory do his best to swallow around him. He knew his cock wasn't easy for anyone to take, so he appreciated the effort.

Derek watched the scene in front of him, his best friend in their boy's ass and a massive cock lodged in his throat. His squeezed his now softened cock, almost wishing he was hard again already so he could jump back into the group. As it was, he was content to watch as the two football players see-sawed Cory between them.

From his vantage point, Nic could only see the back of Cory's head as Taylor fucked his mouth. He wasn't able to view the action, but he could certainly hear it. Every slurp, every swallow, every gag. That combined with the whimpers and moans the fucking was drawing out was really revving Nic's engine.

"Fuck, that sounds hot," Nic said aloud as he gave Cory another slap on the ass.

"Yeah, he's an eager one for sure," Taylor added, watching as Cory did his best to take even more of his cock.

Cory could only whimper in response. His jaw was getting tired, but fuck, he was so turned on right now. Taylor's massive cock was stretching his jaw to the limit, but he was determined to take as much of it as he could. On top of that, Nic was really starting to pound him good, hitting all the right spots inside him. The front of the jock he wore was soaked with precum.

Both tops continued their assault on Cory's orifices as Derek looked on in aroused silence. While Taylor kept pumping his cock in and out of Cory's mouth steadily, Nic began to gradually pick up speed the closer he got to cumming. As he continued to stroke Cory's prostate with his dick, Cory began pushing back to meet him, chasing his second orgasm of the afternoon.

"Yeah, take that dick, bitch." Nic punctuated the word "bitch" with a spank, nearly jackhammering Cory's hole with his cock. Each slam of his cock forward elicited another squeal from Cory's stuffed mouth. Feeling Cory's ass tighten as it was spanked, Nic landed a few other smacks, the snug feeling around his cock pushing him ever closer to cumming.

"Fuck yeah, boy. Tighten that hole. Milk that load out," he growled as he rode Cory's ass ever faster.

Finally, Nic slammed his hips forward, mashing Cory's face onto Taylor's cock as he bred his ass. The combination of the sudden slam forward, the cock lodged in his throat, and his vision being blocked by Taylor's stomach caught Cory off guard, hands flying out to grab Taylor's thighs and steady himself. Nic continued to pump into his ass as he deposited his thick load, pulling his cock out with an audible pop as the excessive amount of cum in Cory's ass began to spill out.

Taylor extracted Cory's face from his crotch, honestly impressed at the lack of teeth he felt when Cory's mouth was forced all the way to the base. He peered over Cory's back at his cream-stuffed ass, Nic kneeling behind him and catching his breath.

"Fuck, that hole is sloppy ." Taylor whistled, running a finger down Cory's back and ass, feeling for the sloppy entrance. "Opened him up good, though." He pulled back and peered down at Cory, who was still catching his breath. "Think you're ready, boy?"

Cory looked up at Taylor and then down at his dick. It was really, really thick. How did Jamie take that? How do girls or anyone else? He swallowed nervously.

"Yes… Yes, sir," Cory croaked, voice hoarse from the oral assault. "I think so?"

"Don't sound very sure of yourself there, Cory." Taylor chuckled as he walked around the bench, taking the bottle of lube from Nic when offered.

Seeing Taylor move behind him, Cory remained where he was. He felt Taylor move into position behind him and turned to watch as he dribbled the lube along his dick, stroking his hand up and down to spread it from tip to base. Cory whimpered at the thick rod jutting out at him. So big… So hot…

"He's already hungry for it." Derek watched Cory's face as he moved closer to the pair to watch the action. "I wanna get a good view of this."

"Hold on." Taylor gripped the waistband of Cory's jock, pulling it back and down his legs. Taylor again pushed the jock into Cory's face. "You might want that to bite down on, boy. Just try to keep your ass relaxed. Once I'm in there, it's going to feel amazing."

Cory took a deep breath and settled his chest on the bench in front of him, inhaling more of Taylor's musk now mixed with his own scent. He took Taylor's advice and held it in his mouth, if nothing more than to make sure he didn't bite his tongue or something.

"Hey," Taylor spoke softly, stroking a hand up and down Cory's back, "you gotta relax. Your muscles are tensed to all hell. I know you're nervous. Just breathe and let me do the rest, okay?"

Cory did his best, the stroking of his back helping to calm him down some. Once Taylor sensed that Cory had calmed enough, he rubbed the blunt head of his dick up and down Cory's slick hole. Taylor waited patiently, waiting until he felt the ring of muscle flutter open. Then he pushed in, watching as cum leaked out around his head.

Cory inhaled sharply, the sudden pain shooting through his lower half. His mouth was flooded with the taste of sweat and precum as he fought the urge to move forward, off what felt like a baseball bat being shoved up his ass. Taylor's hand returned to his back, once more stroking to help calm the boy about to be buggered.

"Jesus, you got the head in," Derek commented. "You doing okay, boy?"

Cory said nothing but tried to nod his head as he fought to relax. Taylor continued to very slowly push his cock into Cory, stopping often to allow Cory time to adjust. After what had felt like twenty minutes but was really only five, Cory couldn't believe there was still any cock left to push in.

"How… How big are you?" he gritted, removing the jock from his mouth briefly. "You're … almost all the way in, right?"

"We're a little over halfway there, boy," Taylor told him with a chuckle while giving him a little smack on the butt. "You're doing great though."

Cory groaned into the jock once more stuffing his mouth. He was already so full, stretched so much. He was really glad he decided to douche this morning.

Another few minutes passed, quicker than they had before, as Taylor fed the remaining inches of his dick to Cory's ass. By the time he had his balls against Cory's ass, Cory was clinging to the bench in front of him, knuckles white. He was no longer feeling only pain. Now there was also an immense pressure pressing against him in all the right spots—including a few he didn't know he had. Opening his eyes, he turned to see Derek and Nic watching the action intently. He blushed, thinking about how he must look and sound at the moment.

"There you go, boy." Taylor clapped both hands against Cory's ass. "All ten inches inside of you."

Cory's ass twitched involuntarily at the commentary, eliciting a groan of pain and pleasure from Cory and a grunt from Taylor. Taking the noises as a signal, he slowly pulled his cock back, just an inch or two, looking down in fascination at the way Cory's hole clung to his shaft. His cock glistened with all the cum still inside the boy, helping to pave his way even deeper. He pushed those same inches right back in, pulling another groan from Cory.

"Fuck, dude. You're turning that hole out." Nic was watching intently, far more interested than he would let himself believe. He loved watching Cory's hole stretch and pull like that. Just like a wrecked pussy.

Taylor said nothing, just smiled and continued his steady fucking. He kept a leisurely pace, never removing more than half of his cock from Cory to ensure he would be adequately stretched. Before long, Cory was pushing back to meet his thrusts, his noises of pain replaced with whimpers and moans of pleasure. He knew he was going to be so sore tomorrow, but holy shit this felt so good. It was like Taylor's cock was so thick it was impossible for it to not hit his prostate with every thrust. His cock was leaking precum onto the locker room floor, still mostly soft as he was milked.

"There we go." Taylor looked like a wolf who had just caught his prey. "Told ya. Just needed to get used to it."

Derek and Nic continued to watch, fascinated, as Taylor fucked their best friend and boy in the middle of the locker room. Cory was enthusiastically throwing his ass back for Taylor, all the while happily sucking on the jock in his mouth. Suddenly, Cory's eyes opened wide, and one of his hands flew down to his soft but leaking cock.

"Oh, fuck." Cory turned to Derek and Nic. "Sirs… I'm gonna…"

Cory turned red, unable or unwilling to finish his sentence. It only took a second before what was happening clicked for Derek.

"Oh! He's gonna squirt again." He turned to Nic. "Like he did at that one night at the cabin."

"Oh, shit." Nic's face lit up. "You gotta see this."

"Wait, really?" Now Taylor had turned to talk to them, his voice both fascinated and incredulous as he continued to fuck forward. "You mean, like a girl? Is that even a thing?"

"Yes, sir, it's a thing," Cory gritted. "Oh, fuck—" Cory felt his muscles start to tense as another orgasm washed over him, still doing his best to hold back his bladder.

Taylor slowed his fucking, the look on his face telling the others that the gears were turning as he thought of something.

"Okay, boy…" He stopped fucking entirely and pulled Cory up from the bench, his back flush to Taylor's stomach. "Hold on, I've got an idea."

"Hold on to whaAHHH!" Cory yelped as Taylor wrapped his arms around Cory's chest and waist and held him tightly to his own chest and stomach before he stood up, cock still fully embedded within Cory's ass.

Cory lost hold of the jock as he scrambled to hold onto Taylor's arms as he was half-carried, half-walked across the locker room. With every step, Taylor's cock would flex inside of him, pulling even more moans and yelps from Cory. Barely coherent, Cory could see that Taylor was moving them into the showers, Derek and Nic following.

Taylor very carefully walked across to the wall of showers, finding a clear spot along the wall where he helped Cory to stand, hands against the wall to hold himself up. Then without anything further, he resumed fucking as if he hadn't just walked around with a boy impaled on his dick.

"Here we go." Taylor had his hands gripping Cory's hips, holding him in place. "Don't worry, boy. Just let it fly."

It didn't take long before Cory was once again feeling the pressure building. Thankful for the change in location, Cory leaned against the wall, biting his own wrist when he nearly screamed as another anal orgasm tore through him. Unable to hold back now even if he wanted to, Cory felt as a stream of nearly clear piss shot out of his cock against the shower wall.

"Holy fuck, you weren't lying." Taylor watched as Cory lost control. "That is one of the hottest things I've ever seen."

Taylor continued to fuck Cory there against the shower wall, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of him. Beet red, Cory could only close his eyes and focus on keeping his hole relaxed, still feeling embarrassed despite how turned on it seemed to make everyone else. Had he opened his eyes and looked behind him, he would have seen both Derek and Nic were now furiously jacking their cocks.

By the sixth time Cory squirted, he could no longer think straight. He was exhausted, both mentally and physically, and feeling more overstimulated than he thought possible. Oh god, here comes another nnnNNGGghh—! This is it. This is how I die. They're going to put in my obituary that I was fucked to death.

Lucky enough for Cory, Taylor was fast approaching his own orgasm. Each time he made Cory cum, his hole would squeeze and milk his cock. That, combined with the feeling of cockiness that all tops feel when they make a bottom-bitch cum, was more than enough to push him over the edge. He could feel Cory's hole begin to stir again, and Taylor wondered if he'd be able to bring him over the edge again before he was finished.

Taylor didn't announce his orgasm like the others—he thought it was pretty obvious when he was going to cum. His breathing grew heavier and his thrusts actually slowed down, returning to their earlier slow and steady pace. After only a few more moments, he pushed his cock inside of Cory to the hilt and held it there. Then he quickly pulled back a couple of inches before plunging it right back in as the second shot fired. He continued to pump like that with each of the next five shots.

"Please… Sir…" Cory felt Taylor as he started to unload, deeper than ever before. He was so close to cumming again. "Just need a little more…"

More than happy to oblige, Taylor delivered a few more shallow thrusts into Cory, feeling as even more cum—now including his own—leaked out of Cory's still-stretched hole. Cory was gripping one of his arms tightly, his other hand holding him up against the wall, a look of determination on his face. With a loud grunt, Cory's cock once again sprayed against the wall, his hole cumming as it was wrapped around Taylor's dick one final time.

"Fuck…" Cory mumbled, head flopping forward to the wall.

Too exhausted to continue holding himself up, Cory nearly lost his balance. Luckily, he was still attached to Taylor, who once again pulled him back to steady him, his large hand nearly dwarfing Cory's as they rested against the wall.

Taylor continued holding onto the exhausted boy as he caught his breath, eventually turning them both around so he could lean against the wall. He ever-tenderly pulled his cock from Cory, who despite his efforts could only hiss and whimper as all the rough fucking started catching up to him. Cory lowered himself to the floor, taking extra care with his sore and bruised ass.

"Fuck, hold still, boy."

Cory opened his eyes to see both Derek and Nic standing over him, both furiously jacking their cocks aimed at his face. Thinking they both wanted a blowjob, Cory opened his mouth to take one in but was stopped, held in place by Taylor.

"Nah, they want to mark you," the blonde informed him. "You just sit there and keep that mouth open."

Derek was the first blow, shots of cum landing across Cory's nose and cheeks with some landing in his mouth. Nic followed soon after and aimed more directly at his target, most of it landing inside and across Cory's lips. Now that they had cum again, all four boys remained where they were, eventually gathering the strength to clean themselves up.

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The four returned to the locker room, freshly showered and drying off. The boys helped a sore but still mobile Cory to dress, and Derek agreed to take him home, helping the exhausted and fucked out boy to his car. Before leaving, Taylor pulled the sub into a bear hug, ruffling his hair and thanking him. The boys said their goodbyes, Nic and Taylor staying back to finish putting away their practice gear.

"That's a damn good boy you guys got there," Taylor mentioned off-handedly as he was wrapping up. "Thanks for letting me borrow him like that."

"Heh, no problem, man." Nic was still a little shocked by how easy Taylor found it to talk about these things. "Seems like you might actually have a few things you could teach us about handling him."

"Just say the word, man." Taylor adjusted himself in his pants as he spoke. "I miss having pussy like that on call. Sometimes you just need to dump a load, right?"

"Right, man." Nic chuckled. He should take a page from Taylor's book and stop overthinking things. "Sometimes you just need to dump a load."