Innocent?
I suppose it was only inevitable that a jock with a torpedo shaped cock wouldn’t really have much choice except to experiment with it…
It was just another day. Football practice was over. Kent hung behind, throwing the ball around in the cocky way that he seemed to do everything. Happily the quarterback, although he also could have bested any lineman at his job as well. And Rick was ever the protector, knowing that his place was to protect the quarterback, with his entire ego buried in the idea that he would take whatever punishment may be necessary to be the knight to his prince.
So I suppose it was Henry who was the mischief maker. Not really interested in even watching football, but more of the prince’s joker. And about as gay as most could tolerate. But also a loyal friend who would do anything to see the prince hard and cumming, and even more happy when the prince would quietly do it down his throat. Even if everyone did already suspect at least that.
And since three people fit in the prince’s truck, Henry stopped by for a ride home, and happily waited, and of course watched, as Kent took his time, and Rick followed as the shadow he was happy to be, as everyone else came off the field, showered, and left.
And Henry couldn’t help but notice the gods shower, with Kent seeming to take even more time that day, soaping up that torpedo that only half fit in his large hand as he showered. And Henry watching as Rick just happily showered next to him, probably built even a bit better than Kent, with a cock maybe even thicker than Kent’s.
But the torpedo almost screamed out that it needed to be launched, as Henry did his best not to druel. And of course made enough comments that it seemed both Kent and Rick were a bit more than just flaccid that day.
So as they dressed and headed off, it wasn’t really all that surprising for Henry to recall the one time he had succeeded in talking Rick into taking Kent’s cock up his ass, even if it did seem more for a dare than for anything else, even as he later milked Kent’s torpedo down his throat. And maybe it was that thought that wouldn’t leave his mind, as they stopped by Rick’s, and Henry somehow managed for all three of them to head down to Rick’s basement bedroom.
Shit. Who could blame Henry for at least wondering whether he couldn’t make it happen one more time, as he brought up that old time, almost more curious than hopeful? Or was it that look in Kent’s eye egged Henry on as the small talk got a bit hornier as they entered the bedroom.
“Damn. Have you two really never fucked again since that last time?”
Kent smiled. He must have egged Henry on. And did Rick really go a bit red, hopeful himself? And it was Rick who grabbed his bulging crotch, even if he did do that often enough that it almost seemed an innocent habit more than anything else.
“You still remember that, bitch?”
“Come on. You didn’t even cum that time, did you? In fact, did you even get it all the way inside his ass?”
Rick did go red.
“It doesn’t really count if you didn’t get all the way inside, right?”
And that was enough to get Kent a bit excited. Henry was sure he could see it in Kent’s bulge.
“Don’t you at least think about it? You could take it all the way, no? Even if it may have grown a bit since last time.”
Rick looked at Kent, then at Henry. “You really think it’s even bigger?”
Kent caught the cue: “You do still remember.”
And now Kent grabbed his crotch for real. “I did barely get in last time.”
“Damn.” Rick was not one to have not sufficiently defended his prince, as he eyed Kent’s crotch, and then rubbed his own ass.
“Did you even feel it last time? Fuck. We have time.”
Now Henry kicked into gear.
“I think you could probably do it, Rick.”
There was way too much emphasis on the word probably.
Rick took the bait. “You sure I didn’t take it all the way last time? It’s not like I’m gay or anything.” But his eyes went to Kent’s bulging crotch, even as he grabbed his own one more time.
Henry laughed. “I’m game. I’ll even help.” As he grabbed both Kent’s crotch and Rick’s ass.
And the gauntlet had been thrown down, as Henry unbuttoned the top of Kent’s jeans, and as Kent clearly went harder.
“You really want to help?”
Of course Henry was all in, as he first unleased Kent’s now throbbing cock.
It was a torpedo. Thick at the base, but even thicker mid-shaft, then almost perfectly molded to a tight torpedo head, already glistening with pre-cum.
“Damn. You are getting bigger, aren’t you?” Rick almost marveled, but quietly couldn’t help but be proud of the man he protected on the field. Even more deeply, he couldn’t help but compare taking Kent deep inside him as a more intimate form of shielding him, just like he did on the football field.
Henry tried to put his hand around the base of Kent’s cock. It didn’t fit. And he knew not to try mid shaft.
As Rick let Henry undo his pants, even turning around to watch as Henry bared Rick’s ass.
It was a perfect ass for a perfect cock. Fat and muscly, at the same time, as Henry almost jealously squoze each cheek, and rubbed his fingers on Rick’s hole.
“You really think I can take that?”
Henry was horny as hell, wanting so hard to at least lick Kent’s cock before he put it in Rick’s ass. He hesitated a bit, but looked up at Kent, and knew he had to, as he slowly lubed the torpedo head with his spit as he rubbed it on Rick’s ass.
“You should probably bend over, man.”
Rick obeyed, even though it was Henry who was speaking. And Kent had that look in his eye that Henry thought he only saw when Kent was cumming down his throat, just the two of them.
“Spit on the hole, too.”
Henry of course obeyed, as he tasted Kent’s precum.
And in the torpedo went.
Kent fucked Rick like the pro he was, slowly grabbing Rick’s hips just like he was his girl.
And he slowly eased the entire fuckpole all the way in, although he made sure Henry was helping to spread Rick’s ass cheeks, as he stopped before he got all the way in.
Rick himself had gone harder than he could ever remember going, even as Henry slowly grabbed his balls and started milking Rick’s cock, which came so quickly it surprised everyone.
Everyone except maybe Henry, who cupped up Rick’s cum in his hand, and slowly wiped it all up and down Kent’s shaft.
And Kent did finally get all the way in. Even as he continued to slowly fuck back and forth.
Between the fucking and Henry’s pumping, Rick stayed hard.
“Damn. Are you all the way in yet?”
Kent motioned for Henry to say no. Henry obliged. Kent kept fucking. And Rick’s now cum-covered cock was about to bust a second time.
As Kent drove in deep. And started unloading.
“Fuck. I definitely didn’t get in like this last time.”
And Kent pulled out, and drove in, with thrust after thrust of cum filling Rick’s tight hole.
Henry smiled, even as he licked Kent’s cock as it went in and out. And even as he continued pumping Rick’s cock. Henry even ventured at licking Rick’s balls, which seemed to make him cum in spite of himself.
Kent had claimed him. Rick had surrendered, more than he would ever have imagined.
And Kent drove in hard and held his throbbing cock there. As he unloaded more and more.
