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Chapter 5: Overwhelmed

I took Yates again and tried for more of him, and I made it past halfway before I gagged. My whole back tensed up, knocking me out of position, even making my ass clench under Joey's hand, and I pulled off coughing with my eyes watering.

Yates put his hand on the back of my head, fingers spreading over my skull, but he didn't push. He held me there, his thumb rubbing the hair behind my ear while I got my breath back.

"Breathe out at the bottom," Tommy said, the same words he'd said on the bench press.

I laughed with my mouth full of spit. Yates guided me back onto him, and I breathed out and sank down, and this time I took more of him before I stopped.

"There he goes," somebody on the bench said.

Nobody was touching my dick. It stuck straight out from my body over the concrete with nothing on it, bobbing every time Joey's thumb circled my hole, and everybody on that bench could see it. I could feel it dripping. Every time I pulled off one of them to take the other, a string of precum swung off my tip.

"Look at him," a guy said from the far end of the bench. "He's leaking, bro. Nobody's even touching him."

I alternated between them until I stopped thinking about whose turn it was. Joey spat, and I felt it hit my hole warm and run down, and he pressed the very tip of his thumb against me, sinking in. I pushed back against it with my mouth full of Tommy, feeling myself clamp down.

"It's so tight," Joey said, giggling as he pushed it in further.

Tommy's stomach flexed under the hair every time I took him in deep. Yates had stopped chewing his gum. Down the bench, somebody was breathing hard through his nose, his fist flying over himself.

Horse boy had come off the stalls.

"You owe me still," he said. "You never licked my balls."

He set his big hand on Tommy's hip and nudged him aside, firmly but not roughly. Tommy shifted half a step to my left, his wet dick bouncing off my cheek. That put horse boy straight in front of my face, with Tommy on my left and Yates on my right, Tommy's hand still on my shoulder and Yates's still cupping the back of my head.

Horse boy's dick hung down in front of me, half hard, thicker than my wrist, and longer than anyone else on the team. His balls were big and heavy. I licked them both, slowly, my nose buried against the root of his shaft, while my fist kept stroking Yates.

He stiffened above me. His dick lifted off my forehead and kept rising.

I grabbed it, and took the head into my mouth. It stretched my lips wide, and I worked down maybe a quarter of it before my throat closed up, and he didn't push for more. He rocked his hips in short strokes, fucking only the front of my mouth, and that was plenty to overwhelm me already.

I couldn't help myself after that, and I don't even know what came over me. I slid off him, turned left and swallowed Tommy back down, and reached out with both hands, one wrapped around horse boy and the other around Yates, stroking them both while Tommy held my head, thrusting into my mouth. My jaw burned, and spit ran down my chin onto my chest.

"Full slut mode," somebody on the bench said.

"I knew we'd have one this year."

Horse boy's breathing shortened. His big hand gripped the top of my head over Yates's fingers, he stepped forward and his hips jerked. He shot right over my head. The first rope flew past my ear and splattered the concrete behind me near Joey's knee, the next hit my hair and my face, hot, and a third dripped down onto my shoulder. He groaned long and low and kept pumping into my fist until I slowed down.

"Damn, you almost got me!" Joey yelled from behind me.

"Bro, you're fine."

Horse boy stepped back, and one of the guys from the bench stepped into his spot and pushed his dick into my empty hand. When I opened my eyes, more of them had stood up from the bench. Three or four crowded around me now, stroking themselves, and one was holding his balls out for me, apparently wanting more of that. I had Tommy in my mouth, the dick of a guy whose name I didn't even know in one fist, and Yates in the other, Joey playing with my ass and stretching my hole, and more hips shuffling in around my head. Somebody's dick bumped my ear.

I looked down past Tommy's balls at the concrete under me. A puddle of my own precum had collected between my knees, clear and stringy, surrounded by the bare feet of some horny dudes who had decided my mouth was on the menu tonight, and another drop stretched off my tip and fell into it while I watched.

Joey saw it too. He reached under me, ran a finger through the puddle, and wiped it on my ass cheek.

"You made a mess," he said into my ear, leaning his chest warm against my back. He slid his hand back between my cheeks again, and I felt another wad of his spit land on me as he pressed two thumbs into my hole, harder, and I gave under the pressure.

His face came up next to my ear. "I wanna put my dick in."

"Me first," Tommy said above me.

"No, me," Yates said, chuckling. He pulled his hips back so his dick slipped out of my fist. "He's rooming with me Friday."

"No he's not," Tommy said, his hand still on my shoulder. "I already told Coach."

"You didn't tell Coach anything."

"I'm telling him tomorrow."

"You snore like a leaf blower, bro. He won't sleep."

"Maybe I don't want him to sleep."

The bench laughed at that. Yates started chewing his gum again, staring at Tommy over my head, and Tommy stared right back, and neither of them took a hand off me.

I slid Tommy's dick out of my mouth and wiped my chin with the back of my wrist, which was wet too.

"Do I get a vote?" I said.

"No," they both said at once.

The two of them kept arguing over my head about hotel rooms, and while they argued, the rest of the line decided my mouth was open for business. The guy whose dick I already had in my fist stepped around to my front and fed it to me without a word, and he barely lasted. Maybe five strokes of my lips and his thighs locked up and he squirted on my tongue. The shock of tasting cum for the first time, especially when I wasn't expecting it, made me flinch. It was salty and warm, and he stepped back  quickly, grinning while the bench applauded him like he'd scored a goal. 

The next guy was already waiting. He held my jaw with one hand, pushed in, and finished almost as fast, pulling out at the last second to blast across my cheek. I wasn't sure my stomach could take much cum, but it didn't taste bad, and I swallowed his too. A third guy came in hot right behind him, bigger than the last two, and stroked himself with his hand in front of my face until he suddenly pushed in deep, going into my throat, and unloaded straight into my stomach, his dick pulsing rapidly. 

"Bro," Joey said, "that was quick."

"Shut up, he's good at it."

And Joey never left my ass. While dicks rotated through my face he spat on me again, lined himself up, and pressed the fat head of his dick against my hole, not pushing in all of it, just the tip, stretching me open and holding there while I moaned around whoever was in my mouth. He rocked it in shallow little nudges, the head popping past the ring and settling, and my whole body clenched around that one inch of him.

In my head I thought, they all want my mouth. Every guy on that team wanted to stand in front of me, look down, and watch my face while I did it, something about the eye contact. Joey was the only one who wanted the other end, kneeling behind me the whole time, both hands spreading my cheeks, happier back there.

I sucked each dick that entered me with greater vigor than the last. I still hadn't learned most of their names, but my mouth was learning everything else. No two of them stretched my lips the same. One curved up so hard I had to tuck my chin to keep him off my teeth. Another hung dead straight and smooth, and the guy attached to it just stood there with both hands on his hips while I did all the work. One had a thick vein running up the top, and I dragged my tongue along it until his knees dipped. Another tasted saltier than the rest, like he'd sweated out two practices in one. One guy's bush mashed against my nose every time he pushed in, and the guy after him was trimmed to stubble that scratched my chin raw.

Their hands were all different too. Some grabbed my hair in a fist and steered me. Some cupped my jaw carefully, barely guiding at all. One guy held my ears like handlebars, and the bench howled at that. Some thrust in quick, shallow pumps, and some fed it in slowly, an inch at a time, watching my face stretch around it.

I hummed around the ones who held still, and I could feel each of them twitch differently on my tongue. I earned a grunt here, a shaking thigh there, a hiss when I flattened my tongue under somebody's head. I was meeting these dudes for real now, learning them dick first, and nearly every one of them looked down and held my eyes while I did it.

And I took each load like the good boy I was becoming, while letting Joey continue his slow exploration of my ass.

I had gone through the whole line of them more quickly than I expected. Within just a few minutes my face had gotten covered in streaks of cum. It was dripping off my chin, mixing with drool and streaking my chest. 

“Fine,” Yates said over my head, snapping my attention back to my favorite pair of hung jocks in the room. “We share him this weekend.”

“Fifty-fifty,” Tommy said. “You get him Friday night, I get Saturday.”

“Or something like that,” he replied quietly. They actually shook hands while I knelt there between them with cum drying on my cheek.

Yates looked down at me and laughed. “Bro, look at his face.”

“Look at his chest. He’s painted.”

"He looks like your girlfriend... from that one time."

"Honestly, yeah he does. Except with a dick."

"Does that feel good? On your ass, I mean," Yates said, gesturing to Joey behind me.

"I don't hate it," I said.

Tommy stepped in first and pushed back into my mouth, ignoring the sloppy mess already there, and I grabbed his hips with both hands and held on while he rocked into me with short, steady pumps. When he pulled out, Yates filled the spot, and my hands jumped from one set of hips to the other. They had stopped arguing completely. They just traded my mouth back and forth, and I breathed through my nose whenever I got the chance, while Joey kept gently pushing into me from the other end, slowly stretching me further and further. 

And Joey’s shallow nudges had changed. The sting was gone. Every little pump of that one inch of him pressed something deep in me that made my dick jump over the puddle, and I caught myself rocking back to meet him, which made keeping my composure nearly impossible with somebody’s dick stretching my lips.

“I’m gonna finish,” Tommy said.

“Same,” Yates said. “Don’t swallow his, I want it on your face.”

“Bro, I’m finishing too,” Joey said behind me, giggling. “Just from the tip.”

Tommy pushed in deep and held there, and I felt him swell and squirt straight into the back of my throat, yet another shot of man juice added to my already overwhelmed system, his hairy stomach flexing against my nose. The second he pulled out, Yates tilted my chin up and blasted across my lips and cheek, hot stripes layering over the mess already there. And Joey gripped my hips, buried one inch deeper than before, and I felt it clearly as he pulsed in my hole, warm, while my whole body clamped down on him.

I held onto Yates’s hip, his satisfied dick resting against my face while I caught my breath. Joey held my shoulders tight as he eased out of me slowly, letting my sore hole close again, while Tommy rubbed my back.

“Bro, that was awesome,” Yates said. “You alive down there?”

“I'm... good, actually.”

Tommy put a hand on my head. “You’re my new favorite.”

“I, uh… can’t wait for this weekend.”

They both smiled and pulled me up onto my feet together, as they helped me limp toward the showers.