“You game?” asked Jeff to Pete.
“Sho-uh, man. I could stand jizzin' intah dat pretty face of yo’ boy, the'ah,” responded Pete.
Tyler giggled, and immediately started stripping his towering jock beast body. First he took off his letterman, then his shirt, then his tank top, revealing the “SNIPER” tattoo on his chest. Then he took off his tight jeans to reveal a perfect bubble butt, encased in a pair of slutty, white, ass-less briefs. He went down on all fours, kneeling upon his jacket. Though he was a quarterback, this stance looked very different from the silhouette in the quarterback patch on his letterman. And though the C on its shoulder stood for Captain, right now, he was slave to the two studs before him—and their Cocks.
Pete straddled Tyler’s shoulders and crouched as he grabbed the boy's head, pulling it down on his stiff dick. Tyler immediately started sucking on it with his soft, full lips, moaning in relief.
Jeff pulled down Tyler’s briefs and began licking his tight, smooth ass. First he licked in broad, powerful strokes, but then he began digging and teasing at Tyler’s hole. In turn, Tyler pushed his hips out, reaching at every lick, begging for more. Tyler’s massive body quivered in ecstasy. Jeff then stood up and unzipped his pants. He took a moment to hock a loogie, which he messily rubbed all over his bitch’s ass. He whipped out his dick and kneeled down behind Tyler.
For what seemed like a perfect eternity, the three jocks’ grunts and groans echoed across the empty boxing gym. Pete savagely twisted Tyler’s nipples, and thrust so hard he almost made him gag several times, all while calling him a bitch and a slut. Jeff was still fully clothed in his jacket and jeans, so he quickly got sweaty. His upswept bangs fell down over his forehead as beads of sweat dripped down on his bitch’s back
Tyler came twice from the two-sided sensory overload, and Jeff dipped his hand in the puddle of cum and smeared it all over Tyler’s face. Some of it got on Pete’s pelvis as it continued to pound at Tyler’s lips.
Jeff finished with a guttural scream. His arms had been wrapped around Tyler, and they tightened against Tyler’s heaving abs. He caught his breath as his balls emptied into Tyler’s body.
“Awesome. Ya bred that bitch like he deserved,” said Pete, offering a high five.
The two studs slapped hands and bumped fists with a whoop. Soon, Pete came, pulling out his dick to spurt all over Tyler’s massive back.
Tyler took a shower as Pete cleaned the cum off the floor. At first Jeff felt kinda bad at turning the cream of his high school’s crop into a boxing goon, but Pete seemed happy. And his new look was fucking hot.