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The Brazilian winked at me, his expression wicked. Jerked his hips forward, rewarded by Donny’s hiss of surprise as his fingers scrabbled for purchase. Whether in the hope of escape or - far more likely, I suspected - for better leverage to push back.

Brayden gently, pointedly, slapped my cheek. “Focus, lil bro,” he teased.

It only felt right to jab my finger at his ass in reply.

Brayden’s roar of surprise should’ve left me feeling triumphant, but I was too distracted with how his thrusting hips plugged my gullet with his full length. Half-expecting the tip of his dick to be brushing against Jefferson’s, as they conspired to move me up a weight class by the addition of cock-mass alone.

You could fight such things, or you could go along for the ride. Working my forefinger in and out of Brayden’s tightness, I let the two older wrestlers use me to chase their high.

There was something liberating about it. Freeing. Of being given the choice - reminded that it was my throat, my ass - and then willingly handing my body over to men I trusted so implicitly. Who had my best interests at heart, even as they figured out the best ways to position me.

I squeezed Brayden’s ass, relishing the heft of the dense muscle and the way it fought my fingertips, as he long-dicked me expertly. Eyes watering as I looked up at him, the rasp of his cockhead dredging waves of throat goo to spill down my chin.

“You wanna eat my hole, lil bro?”

I hadn’t even thought of the possibility, right up until the point he said the words. Then, like a switch had been thrown, I couldn’t imagine not burying my face between his perfect cheeks.

My eager agreement was a grunt, voice stoppered by his digging inches.

Brayden grinned, slowly pumping another half-dozen times - watching my expression intently, gauging the moment it began to haze with instinctive panic as he plugged me so effectively - before, with an audible pop, he tugged himself free. Cock dangling in front of my face, slicked with spit and precum; he tightened his fingers in my hair, to stop me from leaning in and capturing the bobbing tip between my lips again.

“So eager,” he teased. Jefferson laughed behind me, still rocking me on his dick.

I wanted him, wanted Brayden in me again, and yet I couldn’t exactly argue at the sight in front of me. How he turned, shoving his swimsuit down all the way as he did so; the impossible globes of his ass high and tight before me. I whined frustration as Jefferson grabbed my arms and pinned them to my torso.

No way to hurry it, then, no control at all. Only the knowledge that Brayden wanted this as much as I did; that his own hunger for my tongue digging into him would eventually overcome whatever entertainment there was in teasing me. Jutting his ass back, legs spread for balance in the simmering water, until his hot, wet skin was pressed against my lips.

There was something magical in the way he softened to me. The way his muscles fought my lapping tongue, but so briefly; the sense of power as he gradually opened. Triumph, too, at the moment Brayden reached back - his hand gripping my head, yanking me to him as though terrified I might pull away - and the vibrations of his pleasure I could feel against my face.

Jefferson leaned in, so close his mouth was brushing my skin. When he spoke, I knew his voice was pitched for both Brayden and I to hear.

“You’re gonna fuck him, right, lil bro?”

My cock throbbed under the water at the thought, as though a billion tickling bubbles had just erupted around it.

Judging by Brayden’s groan he wasn’t objecting to the idea, either.

Jefferson’s cinch on me loosened, just enough for me to slip my arms free as he pulled me back onto his dick. Never stopping that deep-digging rhythm, though, my ass tingling from the friction of his hefty girth. Marveling, too, that I could take him; not all that long ago, I’d have thought even the idea of it ridiculous.

Brayden shivered as I pushed my thumb into him, alongside my tongue. Moaning when I pulled at his muscle, shuffling back to better press against my face. His cockhead was greasy with precum when I corkscrewed my fist around it.

The perfect hold to pull him down, back under the water. Thumb still shoved deep into his hole, even as it was my prick rather than my tongue nudging at him. Only slipping the digit free when I felt the pressure of his hips, shoving back so as to spear himself and leave me sandwiched between the two muscular seniors.

My turn to gasp as I pushed into him. At the squeeze of his hole around me; the way Brayden didn’t pause, only shoved his ass back until his cheeks were tight to my crotch. A smug look of satisfaction on his face as he glanced at me over his shoulder.

“You doing okay there, bro?”

Considering his weight had pressed me down into Jefferson’s lap, reminding me why our team captain prompted so many curious - and envious - glances in the showers, I figured my inability to reply would be understandable. I let my head tip back onto Jefferson’s shoulder instead, relishing the sensation of being so thoroughly enveloped, inside and out.

Then Brayden shifted, his hips tilting, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to speak again.

No words to describe the sensation: that feeling of Jefferson’s cock pulling at my hole, stretching me in new and unbelievable ways, as his friend worked my own dick with each twist of his body. Closing my eyes, panting from the flurry of pleasure which seemed to spark through my crotch like stabs of lightning, I let myself be ground between them. Losing track of where my body ended and theirs began, until I could half believe that I was fucking myself as the two men worked on me in tandem.

I jolted as something warm brushed my lips. Felt the waves wash over my chest a moment later, the water disturbed as Carlos dragged a wide-eyed Donny over to our sandwiched rutting. The junior’s gleaming tip leaving sharp-tasting trails across my mouth, as his twitching hips dragged his swollen cock between my cheeks.

“Open up, Eoin.” Jefferson’s voice like a rumble behind me, cutting through the haze of lust and arousal that filled me to bursting.

Obedient, I gaped my mouth and let Donny’s erection slide across my tongue. Each of Carlos’ thrusts pushing it deeper into my gullet; each jab of Jefferson’s hips further spiking me on his cock, and in turn driving mine into Brayden. A bucking, twisting, grunting machine, the water foaming around us and the heat leaving me dizzy.