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Chapter 6: Away Trip

We headed out to the tourney at dawn, and Tommy and Yates claimed me before I even picked a seat, steering me into the far back row of the bus and dropping down on either side of me, hip to hip, their big thighs pressing warm against mine. Tommy stretched his arm along the seatback behind my head and I fit under it with room to spare. Yates spread a hoodie over my lap that wasn't even mine, tucking it around my thighs with both hands, and my stomach fluttered as two huge dudes arranged a little nest around me like I was theirs for the trip. Everyone knew what was happening. Guys kept drifting back one at a time to check on the freshman, standing in the aisle with their shorts tented, and nobody up front turned around.

Once we hit the highway and the bus settled into a loud drone, Yates flipped the hoodie wider so it covered Tommy's lap too, and I slid my hand under it and found him through his shorts, already hard and hot through the mesh. 

Doing this in public was crazy. Other cars drove by, unsuspecting random people in their cars. A trucker in the next lane looked down at our window and I almost took my hand back out.

Tommy lifted his hips off the seat and worked his waistband down under his balls, staring straight ahead down the aisle, his arm still stretched along the seatback behind my head. I worked him with the full wrap he had taught me, thumb curled over the head, squeezing up at the top of every stroke, feeling him start to leak over my knuckles. On my other side Yates chewed gum and watched my fist move under the fabric, and when I reached over he already had his shorts tugged down. I grabbed it and squeezed as soon as I realized. It was so thick and heavy in my palm.

Tommy's arm came off the seatback and his hand settled on the back of my head, pressing downward gently, and I folded over his lap and took him into my mouth, my cheek bumping his stomach on every pothole. Horse boy had turned around in the row ahead of us, chin resting on his forearm over the seatback, watching my head bob under the hoodie while his hand worked in his own lap.

Yates gripped my shoulder and pulled me across onto himself, and I kept my fist pumping on Tommy while my lips stretched around that thick, pale pink head. I had barely found a rhythm before both of them tensed up at once. Tommy finished into my fist with his jaw clamped shut so he wouldn't make a sound, and Yates throbbed on my tongue and unloaded, and I swallowed all of it, my eyes watering, his thigh jumping under my hand.

My jaw burned, and my throat needed a break. I sat up, wiped my chin on the hoodie, and watched the road for a while, other cars rushing past in the dark while my lips throbbed. Tommy patted his thigh and I stretched out across his lap, and Yates worked his hand down the back of my shorts and played with my ass most of the way, groping the meat of my butt, one slow fingertip occasionally circling my hole until I dozed off against Tommy's stomach. 

We rolled into the hotel late at night, everybody wiped and quiet from the road, and Coach stood in the lobby reading room assignments off his phone. "Beds, now," he kept saying. "Noise complaint means you're benched." 

I got called with Tommy and Yates, and Joey groaned from across the lobby when Coach read him into another room, dragging his bag like he was fighting the urge to throw a tantrum. Our fourth was the horse boy, and I looked at him as we boarded the elevator together. Dude was all legs and wrists, his huge package obvious in his sweatpants. 

"Ben," he said when I finally asked his name, and his handshake swallowed my whole hand.

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The door clicked shut behind us, and I dropped straight down onto my knees on the hotel carpet, my bag sliding off my shoulder and hitting the floor behind me. Tommy and Yates stood over me shoulder to shoulder, still in their travel clothes, and I hooked one hand into Tommy's waistband and one into Yates's and yanked both pairs of shorts down together, past their thighs in one pull. 

Their dicks bounced out at my face, already thickening, Tommy's heavy one swinging up toward my cheek and Yates's big pale pink meat bobbing level with my mouth, both of them warm and smelling like a whole day on that bus.

"Oh," Ben, the horse boy said behind me. "Are you guys…"

"You too," I said, and he shrugged. 

"Just lemme shower first."

"No," I said, and Ben dropped his bag by the door. 

He crossed the room, pushed his sweatpants down to his thighs, and plopped his big dick and balls out shamelessly, right at my eye level, half hard already and still the biggest one I had ever seen. He smelled strongly of his musk, warm and sweaty, and I liked that.

The three of them crowded in around my face, close enough that I could feel the heat coming off their thighs, and their bodies tensed one at a time as they shifted their hips forward, jockeying to be the first one to feed me. 

Tommy's heavy dick dragged across my cheek and left a wet line. Yates's bobbed right at my lips while he chewed his gum, as always. Ben stood just off my shoulder with his huge meat still swelling, and the smell of all three of them together hit me hard. I knelt there on the hotel carpet with my mouth open and waited.

“Look at him,” Yates said. “He's drooling for it.”

Tommy took my chin in his hand and tilted my face up at him. “You wanna be our little whore tonight?”

“Whoa,” Ben muttered.

I looked up. “I already am."

I turned my head and sank my mouth down onto Ben's dick first, stretching my lips wide to get around it. He exhaled hard above me and grabbed my head with both hands, those long fingers wrapping clear around my skull. His smell hit harder the deeper I pushed, a whole day of him concentrated at the base, and I pressed my nose toward it. On either side of me Tommy and Yates stroked themselves quickly, knuckles brushing my ears, and the swollen heads of their dicks bumped my cheeks while I worked, smearing warm precum across my cheekbones. I hummed around him and his thighs flexed against my shoulders.

Ben's was the most interesting to me this time. Tommy's and Yates's I knew already, how they tasted, which angles worked, how far I could get before my eyes watered. Ben's was still new. In the locker room I had only managed a quarter of it before my throat closed up, and kneeling there on the hotel carpet with it bobbing warm against my cheek, I decided that, in general, dick was a skill, and I wanted to master it, same as squats. I stacked both fists on the shaft and there was still a mouthful left over above my top knuckles. In my head I thought, breathe out at the bottom, the advice Tommy gave me on the bench press. So I exhaled, opened my jaw as wide as it would go, and sank down onto it, felt it press heavy and thick over my tongue, got further than last time, and pulled off coughing while it kept swelling in my fist.

I blew them in turns after that, rotating on my knees between the three of them. Tommy pushed in thick and stretched one corner of my mouth until it stung, his hairy stomach bumping my nose whenever I took him deep. Yates fed me from the other side, heavy and salty on my tongue, still chewing his gum above me while he cupped my jaw with one hand. My fists worked whichever two I wasn't sucking, both of them soaked in my spit, so my hands slid easily. But I kept coming back to Ben's, turning my head to find it again before the dick in my mouth had even finished pulling out.

"You're obsessed, bro," Yates said.

"Kinda," I said, and put my mouth back on it.

Ben sat down on the edge of the bed with his knees spread wide, all legs and wrists and that huge dick standing up off his stomach, and I crawled after him without letting go. I licked everything, up the shaft, across the head, down into those big heavy balls, sucking one and then the other while he throbbed against my cheek.

While I kept my mouth on Ben, Tommy yanked my shorts down off my ass and two sets of big hands spread my cheeks apart. Somebody had lube, and I never found out where it came from. It dripped cold onto my hole, and Yates rubbed it in with his thumb until I pushed back against it. Tommy's fat head pressed me open first, just enough that I tensed up and clenched, and he pulled it right back out. Yates took his turn, still chewing his gum, popping that big pale head past my ring and easing out again. They traded me back and forth like that while I moaned around Ben and rocked my hips back for more.

They worked me open until my hole quit fighting them, and two sets of big hands hooked under my hips and lifted me clean off the carpet. My mouth came off Ben with a pop and he scooted back against the headboard, fisting himself, watching. Yates plopped me onto the bed face down, dragged my hips up until my knees caught under me, and knelt in close behind me, his fat pale head nudging between my cheeks and finding my hole.

"He won rock paper scissors," Tommy said from beside the bed. I never even saw them play it.

Yates pushed. The head squeezed me open from below, warm water washing over cold skin, and I exhaled, breathe out at the bottom, same as the bench press. He popped past my ring and kept sinking, slowly, and the stretch flared into a sting that balled my fists up in the sheets. I made myself go loose and let him in. He slid deeper than Joey's tip had ever hinted at, until his smooth hips pressed flat against my ass, a whole dude parked inside me, throbbing.

The sting faded. My hole squeezed him in long waves. He drew back and pushed in again, and that glide lit me up, and I moaned into the bedspread while he found his rhythm.

Yates fucked me just how I expected, unbothered, chewing his gum behind me with both hands hooked over my hips, dragging me back onto himself at the end of every stroke. Every pass over that good spot inside made my dick jump under me, precum stringing down to the bedspread. When he pulled out, my hole squeezed shut, missing his dick, and I actually whined.

"Trade," Tommy said.

He flipped me onto my back, hooked his arms under my knees, and folded me nearly in half. He lined his fat head up against my hole, already open and dripping lube, and sank in with one long push, thicker than Yates, stretching me all over again. He fucked me exactly like he coached, watching my face closely, his brow inches from my nose, adjusting his angle whenever my breath shifted suddenly, saying "there it is" every time my toes curled. Ben scooted down from the headboard and I turned my head and took him back into my mouth while Tommy rocked me up the bed, my moans humming around that huge dick until Ben's thighs flexed against my ear.

They traded me twice more. Yates lay back and pulled me on top of him and made me ride, his hands kneading my cheeks apart while I bounced, my own dick slapping his stomach wetly, him grinning up at me. 

Tommy reclaimed me on my back after that, and a pressure started building deep in me, stacking heavier every time he bottomed out, my hole clutching at him in long waves. My dick stood hard against my stomach, drooling, untouched, and I was close, even without touching it.

"He's squeezing me," Tommy grunted.

His thrusts accelerated, his grip clamped down on my thighs, and his breathing shortened into little punches. I knew the cues by now. I wrapped my legs around him and squeezed.

He rammed in one last time and held himself deep, grunting through his clamped jaw, and I felt his dick pulse in my hole as he unloaded, each throb pumping more of him into me. He stayed buried until the pulsing stopped, and when he pulled out slowly, I felt his warm load start to leak out of me.

"You ruined him," Yates stated plainly. 

"Fuck it," Ben said, sticking it in, "Thanks for the lube, bro." 

They high-fived over my head while Ben hammered into me, those long fingers digging into my thighs, panting hard above me, close already. Tommy knelt up by my face and draped his heavy dick and balls across it, warm and musky, covering my nose, and I lapped at whatever skin reached my tongue. 

Yates squatted over me facing Tommy, his smooth balls swinging above my forehead, his fist a blur over his big dick, desperate to cum on my face, and I lay pinned under the three of them, stuffed full of dick with two more in my eye line. Yates grunted, and I watched his balls and his taint tense up as he squirted across my cheek, wetting Tommy's balls as well in hot stripes. I licked it up slowly as more squirts landed, dragging my tongue through his cum and Tommy's musk. 

Ben rammed in one last time and held himself deep, those long fingers clamping hard on my hips, his panting breaking into a groan somewhere above the balls covering my face. I felt that huge dick pulse in my hole as he unloaded, throb after throb, deeper than anybody had reached yet, his thighs trembling against my ass.

I cleaned Tommy and Yates both as Ben slowly pulled out, a frothy mix of two loads following his dick. And when Tommy turned around and squatted lower, I pushed my tongue into his ass and ate it for a minute, sensing Yates somewhere else on the bed, wiping himself with a towel.

"That looks fun," Ben said as he quickly fell onto his back on the other bed. 

Ben crashed in the clean bed, grabbing the blanket and curling himself up, asleep before the lights were off. Tommy pulled me onto himself, making me big-spoon him in the disgusting bed we were in, and Yates pressed in behind me, his chest warm against my back, his arm settling heavily over us both. Sandwiched between two huge dudes, sore and sticky, I fell asleep exactly where I wanted to be.