Pool Boy - 1. Chapter 1

Marcus checked his bag, and resettled his hands in his lap half a dozen times while the researcher finished setting up. The rather chaotic little shared office was currently unoccupied by the PhD students who would be using the other desks. The woman who sat across from him wasn’t at all what Marcus had expected either. She was tall, curvy running to comfortably plump, with very long very straight brown hair and half-rimmed glasses. She smiled at him as she fiddled with the Dictaphone.

“Sorry, I can never get this thing to start properly first time around. Right, there we are. I’m just going to say a few bits so I can find this recording easily again, and we’ll start. OK?”

“S-sure.” Marcus wasn’t sure why he was nervous. Coming here had been his idea after all.

“Wednesday fifteenth august: interview for Polyamorous Relationships paper, with Marcus-” she flipped her page of notes looking for his name, “-Browning. So Marcus, thank you for coming in today. And no, I haven’t quite worked out what I’m calling the study. It’ll have a much cooler name by the time it’s published. Sorry about that. Could you confirm for me you are in a polyamorous relationship?”

“Yes.”

“And how many people are there in your relationship?”

“Four.” Marcus smiled to himself.

“And the gender balance?”

“We’re all guys.”

She arched and eyebrow and made an illegible note on her paper, but said nothing.

“So Marcus, could you tell me how you all met and began,” she half shrugged, half sighed, and looked wistful, “falling in love?”

“Harper, Eric, and Tiago all knew each other already. They were kind of a thing, though Eric says none of them would have admitted to anyone else that it was a relationship, and they didn’t have the vocabulary to know what to call it even if they had. Harper says it only all became real when I showed up.”

“And when was that?”

Marcus settled back in the chair, fingering the decorative silver French-style latch key hanging from its chain around his neck, and smiled at the memory of five years previously.

“It all started at try outs….”

*

Marcus wasn’t nervous to try out for the swim team. He knew he was good. His performance in the pool had sparked the school’s interest in him, though they didn’t have the resources in swimming to offer him a scholarship. His academic work had sufficed to cover part of his tuition instead. He was however, regretting his decision to wear his high school team speedos, rather than a generic pair. He’d been spending more time in the gym as the summer had worn on, and new definition plus an oddly timed growth spurt had made the suit a touch too snug. Not that Marcus had any illusions he would ever be tall and built like the gorgeous Hispanic young man who stood at the other end of the pool next to the coach. He had a classic swimmer’s body, and would dwarf Marcus’s five-foot-eight frame had they been standing close enough.

Try out’s weren’t busy, though the crazy high-diving types were also having their session at the same time in the adjoining pool, and the high ceiling and reflective tiles made everything loud. Helpfully the team captain (tall, blond, so beautiful it made Marcus want to get dressed and run away, so he could lust from a safe distance) could project his voice and didn’t walk up and down as he spoke, so Marcus could read his lips too.

“Four lanes, four guys in each race, first and second place stay for their next call up. To get into this team you’ve gotta have speed and stamina.” He glanced over at his teammate, easily identifiable by the team branded navy and silver thigh hugging pro-swim trunks he wore, and grinned as they shared a joke. “It’s like horse-racing, we want people with a rare and expensive combination of skills. Alright! Lestrade, Smith, Garcia, and Browning: you’re up first. Get in the pool!”

Two hours and six races later, Marcus rose from the water, shaking with exhaustion and excitement, his wrist clasped by the insanely hot man who’d been standing at the far end of the pool the whole time, and who was now his team mate. He knew the moment he dried he’d feel cold, but just for now, the elation was enough to stop him shivering. The team captain arrived moments later and wrapped an enormously soft towel around his shoulders. Marcus took it gratefully.

“Congratulations! You made it!”

“Thanks.”

“Ha!” The dark skinned young man grinned and knuckled him below his collarbone. “I had my money on you from the first race. I’ve never seen someone so hungry to win, discounting Harper here.”

“Are you saying our Captain is competitive?” The fourth member of the team emerged from the pool having swum from the other end, and shook the water out of his dark ringlets like a dog shaking. “Never! Harper’s all sweetness and light.”

“Shut it, Eric. You’ll scare the new guy off before he’s even started!”

Marcus smiled broadly.

“I don’t scare so easy.”

“I like him already.” Eric wrapped his arm around Marcus’s neck with a laugh. “God it feels good to have a full team again. Coach, you making us train up spares as well?”

The coach rolled his eyes, and shook his head.

“It’s not worth the aggro of getting you guys on side. Just- none of you are allowed to get sick, OK? Marcus Browning? I’ll talk to admissions and get you a new schedule sorted out. You take a medium? A small? I’ll order your new team gear. You guys go show him around, and I’ll see you all for training tomorrow morning, bright and early! Bye lads.”

“Bye coach!”

“So gentlemen...” Harper’s voice was practically a purr as he laid his arms over Marcus’s shoulders on one side, and Eric’s on the other. The Hispanic fourth rubbed the back of his hair with a grin. “How about we show our new pool boy the best perk of being on the swim team?”

“After you!”

The three of them were shoved into the pool, and their fourth dived in after them. Marcus half-raced and half-followed his new team through the water, but instead of heading to the changing rooms, they wandered through the cold water poolside showers and through a little door into the outer area of the sauna. There were stacks of towels and a bottled water machine, and Marcus tried not to stare as Harper began to roll his swimsuit down his hips.

“Tiago! Get your damn butt in here and close the door. I’m not having the diving kids follow us and ruin the moment.”

“Hold your horses Captain.” Tiago slapped Harper’s ass as he walked by. “C’mon Marcus, time’s a wastin’.”

“Um...” Marcus had always felt the benefits of getting to ogle hot guys in speedos were outweighed by the risks, but now he was the only one left clothed in a group of very beautiful men, and his body was reacting in a fairly obvious manner. He wanted to be friends with his teammates, and having uncontrolled and uncovered erections around them was probably not the best way to start out.

“You don’t have to.” Eric hugged him around the shoulders and steered him into the sauna proper. “But the Lycra gets damned uncomfortable after a little while. Come have a rest now Marc, you earned it. That was some damn fine work you did out there today.”

“Thank you. That means a lot, coming from you guys.”

“Don’t sweat it.” Tiago smiled at him through the steam and gloom from the other bench. “You’re one of us now. Equal. We’re going to have an awesome season.”

“Boys...” Harper’s voice was surprisingly close in Marcus’s ear. “Let’s not talk shop. But I think we should take this fine young man out and show him a good time. And we’ll make sure you’re in bed early so you get proper sleep.”

“Yeah, staying up partying all night is for freshmen who don’t make the cut.” Eric piped up. “When coach says ‘early’, he means it.”

“Ahhhh...” Tiago sighed happily. “Don’t you just love the four thirty alarm….”

*

And so it went for a few weeks. Marcus sprang out of bed the moment his alarm sounded, but he knew from experience that even thinking about the snooze button would make him sluggish and useless. He would head over to the pool in sweats with his speedos on underneath, team gear took time to arrive, and start warming up as soon as he got there. Eric, Harper, and Tiago all arrived together each day, and after very little prompting Marcus discovered the three of them shared two dorm rooms next door to each other in a building on the other side of the campus to Marcus’s own. Harper was roommate-less, though Marcus got the distinct impression the other two spent a lot of time at his anyway. They swam and raced, did warm ups and relays, and worked on specific movements with the coach and each other to improve their technique. Marcus’s best stroke was his front crawl, which had always privately called front-fast, and within the space of a fortnight he was outstripping even Tiago, who until then had been the team’s speedster. Marcus was expecting to be chewed out for it, or at least scowled at, but Tiago had hugged him, and the full-body contact had meant Marcus had been the one to pull away and hope he wasn’t blushing too obviously. His teammates whooped and hollered the first day he’d turned up in his team uniform, and afterwards he’d discovered exactly what they’d warned him about in the sauna.

“This is why we go naked.” Eric explained kindly as Marcus squirmed and wriggled on the bench. “Take it off, you’re gonna make it worse.”

“But… but...” Marcus blushed hard in the sweaty gloom, which at least had the effect of removing some of the blood from his crotch.

“But what if you pop a woody?” Tiago filled in. “Big deal. It won’t be the first this sauna has seen, and it certainly won’t be the last.”

Marcus spent another two minutes becoming increasing hot and chaffed, then decided modesty could be damned and he was taking off his trunks. A moment later, he whimpered.

“They’re stuck.”

“Huh?” Harper sounded very much like he might have been snoozing.

“My trunks are stuck.” Marcus tried to peel off the fabric which was rolling into a tight coil under his hands and winced. “Ow ow ow ow...”

“When was the last time you shaved?” Eric asked, sounding concerned.

“I dunno, like a week ago?” Marcus would have been mortified if he hadn’t been in quite so much pain. “Ahhh!”

“A week?” Harper was off his bench and across the sauna in a heartbeat. “Dammit...”

“It’s our fault.” Tiago said, more to himself than the others. “One of us should have warned him.”

“Gimmie a hand Eric? We’ll help you out.”

“Wha- whoa!” Marcus flinched, stepped, and stumbled as he felt Harper’s hands low on his hips, just above the root of his cock. Eric had been right behind him, and he heard the other man grunt in surprise. “Wait-!”

Harper huffed, and glared up at him.

“Well you can roll it off and pull every hair in your body by the root epilator style, or you can let us help you. Either way we’re gonna see you naked.” He shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal.

Marcus shifted his weight from one foot the other, causing the hairs trapped in his rolled up suit to pull.

“Nyaah! Help me, help me! Please!”

“You heard the man,” Eric’s grin was evident in his tone, “let’s help him.”

Marcus tried to will his body not to think about the fact the two of his insanely beautiful, naked team mates were sliding their hands under the fabric of his suit, releasing the material over his hips, then his ass, and easing the tight Lycra over the bulge of his cock and balls. Marcus didn’t look, but as he glanced over to where Tiago sat, it was very obvious that the athletic Latino was watching, and enjoying, everything he could see. Marcus stared at the ceiling, and tried not to memorize the shape and size of Tiago’s erection as Harper’s palm slid over his crotch. The moment it was released, his cock snapped back and slapped his abdomen with a loud and obvious noise.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Eric began to work the fabric down the back of his team mate’s thighs. “Sometimes I think we should go back to speedos. I miss the sight of thighs.”

“And yet you know the trunks make us faster.” Harper reminded him.

“Yeah I know.” Eric tapped the back of Marcus’s calf, and Marcus lifted his foot automatically. “Good horse. Sit and relax now, bud.”

Marcus slumped back onto the wooden bench, though not so quick as to endanger his manhood by sitting on himself, and tried very hard not the think about the fact he was naked, sweaty, surrounded by his teammates who were quickly becoming his friends, and he wasn’t the only one with an erection.

“We need to work on our relay.” Harper told them as he sat on Marcus’s other side. “Currently it’s our weakest event and it’s worth twice what the individual races are worth. We have a meet in a week’s time. We need to be better.”

“We’re plenty fast in the water Harper. We’re gonna need to work on our timings, huh?”

“Yeah. And I want you and Eric to switch strokes.”

“What?” Tiago looked shocked. “But backstroke is my thing!”

“And switching up will save you for the other races. Maybe. It’s not gonna hurt to try.”

“Some stuff hurts to try,” Tiago mumbled.

“What about you Marcus? You excited for your first competition?”

“I’m kind of dreading it.”

“Don’t worry, relax.” Marcus felt Harper’s hand slide over his shoulders, and then his captain kneaded firmly at the muscle. “You’re so tense Marc! You gotta chill out a bit.” He set more intently to massaging Marcus’s shoulders, and Marcus pressed a hand over his eyes to blot out the image of his dick waving at him like an excited flagpole. “Just let go.”

Marcus wanted to lean back into Harper’s touch and melt, but he was too self-conscious and too worried that his teammates were going to tease him somehow. His eyes flicked open in surprise when he felt Harper’s hands move from his shoulders, to his jaw and chest. His captain smiled, and kissed him. Marcus froze, shock snapping through his system as Harper pressed into his mouth and licked his tongue. The blond haired young man drew back with a broad smile.

“Feel better?”

“Umm...”

“Think on it. Atta boy.”

*

“Ladies and gentlemen, last race of the day! Four man medley relay. Just one point separates the top two teams today, and a win for either one will clinch it for them. Ball State and Southern Indiana have been battling it out all day, and the tension between the two teams is pretty high. It should be a great race!”

“Don’t listen to him.” Eric wrapped an arm round Marcus’s neck, the other circling Tiago and Harper as best he could. Harper had long arms, and his fingers in returning the gesture touched the back of Marcus’s crew cut. “Just swim your best laps, and don’t delay in diving.”

“Don’t remind me.” Tiago muttered. He’d been missing his dive timings since Tuesday, and though it wasn’t a good thing for the team, it made Marcus feel a little better that he wasn’t the only nervous one.

“Think how good it will feel when we win, boys.” Harper beamed at them each in turn. “We’ve got that big hotel room to ourselves, we can get pizza-” the other three groaned in unison, none of them had eaten processed carbohydrates in weeks, “-watch a movie and chill. We’ll be winners.”

“Yes Captain!”

“That’s my boys. Get on up there Eric.”

Eric slipped into the water to take up the starting position for backstroke while the rest of the team lined up in their starting order by the spring board. Harper turned to Marcus, standing at the back, and beamed.

“You OK there beautiful?”

Marcus gaped.

“You don’t actually go around saying things like that to people do you?”

Harper’s smug expression served to only make him more gorgeous somehow.

“I think I just did. We saved you for last, be a good pony and put on a show, eh?”

“Yes Captain.”

Harper turned away, and Marcus watched as he rested his palms on Tiago’s shoulders and whispered in his ear. Marcus was sure he’d imagined it, but he could have sworn he saw Tiago turn slightly and kiss Harper’s cheek. After that there was no time for thinking, because the siren went and where Eric had been were ripples spreading like a dart under the water. Marcus concentrated on his breathing, watching through his eyelashes as Tiago dived into the water exactly at the right moment. It was as though he’d never missed a dive in practice at all.

Marcus tried to think about the race ahead, concentrating on the feeling of winning, but he kept on being drawn back to the feeling of Harper’s kiss in the sauna, Eric’s hands on his body, Tiago’s watchful eyes. He shivered in remembered pleasure as he watched Harper execute his dive, and stepped up into the warm footprints of his teammates. He watched Harper twist at the far end of the pool and begin to sweep and swipe his way back towards him. Marcus breathed, remembered the feeling of Harper’s breath on his ear, balanced on the balls of his feet, gripped the springboard edge with his toes, inhaled deeply from his abdomen, and readied himself for the jump. The very moment Harper’s fingers touched the side, Marcus’s feet left the springboard and he sliced into the water. He didn’t know if they were in the lead or not, he hadn’t seen anything outside of their lane, but he’d been working on his technique, and the idea of Harper, Eric, and Tiago happy, smiling, and cheering with him was a great incentive. There was nothing else for it but to cut the water with his arms, kick, breathe, repeat, moving his body faster and ever faster through the water. He turned, he swam, he knew they were waiting for him, and when Marcus slapped his hand onto the poolside the world exploded into cheers. Marcus sank beneath the waves of his competitors finishing their laps, then rose, only to be hauled bodily from the water by three sets of hands.

“You did it!”

“I knew he was the one!”

“Atta boy Marc! Whooo!”

Marcus had never stood on a podium in front of as many people before, and the block hadn’t really been designed with a whole four man team in mind, but with their sweatshirts on over their wet suits, somehow the boys from Ball State made it work. Marcus felt Tiago’s hands around his waist to keep his balance as he lowered his head to receive the big gold medal, and he hugged the Latino man hard in return. Their coach was the one who hoisted the big silver cup in their honour, and sent them with a smile to the showers to change so he could take them for dinner.

“I’m so proud of you Marcus.” Tiago rubbed at his hair as they showered off.

The other teams had already gone ahead of them as they’d posed for photographs with their medals, winners of the medley relay and the meet overall, with four golds and three silvers between them. With the four medals for the relay there was a lot of bling on show.

“Thanks Tiago. You did great too.”

“You’re not upset about coming in second are you, sweet thing? It was very close.”

“I mucked up the turn though.” Marcus bit his lip and ducked his head back under the water. He misjudged the length of his stroke and finished too close to the edge of the pool and his turn under the water had been cramped, and slower than he’d liked. His extra speed through the water hadn’t made up for his error, and he’d finished half a head behind the swimmer from Southern Indiana.

“Your first collegiate meet, you did great. Anyway, you made up for it later.” Tiago stepped out of his shower and stroked a hand from Marcus’s shoulder to his elbow. “C’mon, I’m fucking starving. I could eat a horse.”

Marcus stood in front of the cubby where he’d left his clothes, a towel over his shoulders and another round his hips, and frowned.

“Where are my boxers?”

“Huh?”

“I have the rest of my clothes, but no underwear.” Marcus stared in puzzlement at his belongings. “What’s going on?”

Harper straightened up with a frown.

“You wore your red speedos for the warm up… did you wear them here from the hotel?”

“Oh… bollocks.” Marcus held his face in his hands. “I am an idiot.”

“You’re very fast in the water though,” Eric said with a grin.

“Great, I’m an under-dressed fish. Perfect.”

“Just go commando.” Tiago shrugged.

“In sweats? Ny-uh.” Marcus sighed, and fished around in his bag for his spare, dry blue speedos with the orange stripe. They would do as underwear in a pinch. “So where d’you think coach is taking us for dinner?”

Harper grinned as all their stomachs rumbled in unison.

“I dunno, but I hope they serve ribs and wings.”

*

At the end of dinner at the diner, Marcus had proclaimed he couldn’t possibly eat another thing, but an hour later back in the hotel room, Eric had picked up the phone to order pizza and Marcus had promptly asked for extra cheese and pepperoni. Everyone back at his school had always been jealous of how much he ate, but none of them had wanted to get in a cold pool before five in the morning. They hadn’t been able to settle on a movie, but Tiago had found live coverage of the Commonwealth Games on one of the international channels, so they sat around half watching athletics and eating pizza in the half-light from the two bedside lamps. The school had sprung for a hotel, but the four of them had to share a room with two queen beds. Every so often Marcus glanced at the other bed, the one they weren’t all sprawled over, and wondered how he was supposed to share with one of his teammates without it getting really awkward.

He moved to lean back, and found Harper behind him. Before he could pull away, his captain wrapped a strong arm over his chest and held him in place.

“Stay. You’re good.”

“But-”

“Stay. Good boy.”

Marcus didn’t try to move again, but he could feel Harper’s heartbeat through the back of his ribs, and the heat of his body all along his back and thigh and Harper uncurled a leg to lie alongside his own. Harper hadn’t moved his arm, but his fingers had wandered slightly and he tugged softly on the zipper of Marcus’s sweat shirt. Marcus swallowed dryly.

“Just say the word,” Harper whispered in his ear, “And I’ll stop and never mention it again.”

Marcus shivered as his captain’s hand slid inside his clothes. Harper was incredibly warm, his skin dry and soft, and his palm melded to Marcus’s chest.

“I wouldn’t think less of you if you said no.” Harper assured him. When Marcus didn’t say anything, Harper’s fingers brushed over his nipple and Marcus felt the other boy smile against his neck. “You are just so god-damn beautiful, Marc.”

Harper kissed his neck, nipping and kissing at his collarbone as he pulled Marcus’s sweatshirt askew. Marcus turned his head and Harper kissed his mouth, wet and open, and so delicious that Marcus nearly melted into him. Somewhere between the first kiss and the second, Marcus’s torso became bare, and Harper roamed his body with questing fingers. When he felt the heat of Harper’s erection against his lower back, Marcus pulled away with a frown.

“We shouldn’t.”

“Why not, beautiful?”

“Eric and Tiago...”

Marcus glanced over at his other teammates, and tried not to swallow his tongue in surprise. Eric had rolled over, and was watching them intently whilst Tiago whispered something obviously dirty in his ear.

“The guys don’t mind.” Harper purred.

“You guys are…?” Marcus wasn’t sure how to finish his question as Eric reached out a hand to feel up his friend.

“We share everything.” Tiago explained.

“Everything.” Eric agreed.

“You OK there, show pony?” Harper asked gently.

Marcus bit his lip, but he nodded. Harper kissed the back of his neck eagerly and Marcus moaned. Harper’s hands smoothed over his abdomen, then round his hips, and eased down the back of his sweats.

“Let me help you with that.” Eric grinned, and took first one ankle and then the other, to leave Marcus in nothing but his speedos. “Fuck, you’re pretty.”

Marcus blushed, and then groaned as Harper began to knead his ass in a firm and insistent manner. Eric moved up the bed and nuzzled his Lycra covered crotch, then rose to kiss him deeply.

“OK, I officially miss speedos.” Tiago had moved around the bed to stand at Marcus’s side, watching everything. “You need some stuff, bud?”

“Oh yeah.” Harper nodded vigorously, and slid his fingers under Marcus’s waistband. Marcus lifted his hips to help, but Eric shook his head.

“Uh-uh, just the back. You look so good in those speedos.” He kissed Marcus’s bulge with a smile. “You’re a good boy to be so nice to us.”

Marcus didn’t know where to look or what to concentrate on as Tiago reappeared at his side and handed Harper what he was fairly certain was a bottle of lube. The dark-skinned man had stripped, and his impressive length so close made Marcus’s head spin. He reached out for Tiago’s erection, not really caring how it would look to the others, and was rewarded with three moans of pleasure and joy as he wrapped his lips around the head.

“God, that’s a good sight.” Eric stroked Marcus’s chest in distracted soft movements. “Oh! Good boy. Feed it to him gently Tia, ease him in.”

Marcus groaned around the hard length of muscle sliding in and out of his mouth when Harper’s lube-slick fingers touched him. His captain breached his entrance without fuss and stroked him gently to mask the pain of invasion, but Marcus was already pretty distracted. Eric ran a fingertip down the ridge his trapped erection was making in his speedo, and then helped to lift his hips as Harper knelt and brought Marcus more firmly into his lap. Tiago drew back and left Marcus with a whimper of frustration, but the other man bent to kiss first him, then Harper and Eric in turn.

“You ready, Marc?” Harper’s voice was soft and low in his ear and made him shiver in pleasure. He knew the others could hear everything, see everything, but somehow it felt intimate and right to be there in the middle of the three of them. “You’re so beautiful.” Harper’s cock prodded at his entrance and Marcus glanced over his shoulder at his captain. “You’re sure?”

“He looks plenty sure, Cap.” Eric murmured. “You want him, right Marc?”

Marcus nodded hard.

“I can’t wait to watch him fuck your beautiful ass. He’s gonna make you feel really, really good.”

“Yes.” Marcus held Eric’s jaw and kissed him. “Yes.”

Harper impaled him in one long smooth thrust, and Marcus cried out in pain and pleasure as his muscles contracted around the invading length. Tiago stroked his jaw and smiled, and Marcus’s next moan was smothered once again by his teammates cock between his lips. He buried himself in the exotic, spicy smell of the other man’s smoothly shaved crotch as Eric began to kiss his way from Marcus’s chest to his crotch. He mouthed his cock through the tight fabric of his speedos, and Marcus whimpered. Harper ploughed into him in long strokes, hands on his hip and chest, pinning him against his body. Eric finished his nuzzling, and sat back to watch as he divested himself of the rest of his clothes. Harper sped up the movement of his hips, and Tiago bent to kiss Harper as he drew himself away from Marcus. Marcus frowned, but Tiago was smiling broadly.

“Don’t wanna waste it, pretty boy. You save your moaning now for the Captain.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Let him hear you then, Marc.”

Harper chuckled. He set his grip on Marcus’s hips, and slammed into him with unexpected force.

“Ahhh!”

“Good boy. The Captain likes you.”

Marcus moaned, his trapped erection pulsing with need, his body hot and clenching around Harper’s spearing cock. He was panting, his chest sheened with sweat as Harper thrust again and again.

“Oh god! C-Captain! I’m gonna-!”

“Shit that’s hot.”

“Marc… baby….”

Marcus half wanted to die in shame at coming so quickly inside his speedo, but the sight of his teammates pleased expressions made him feel a whole lot better. Harper shifted inside him, and Marcus panted.

“You two look fantastic. He’s gonna shoot that load inside you, OK beautiful?” Eric’s lips brushed his as he spoke, and Marcus tried to lean into his touch, but he was trapped by Harper’s hands. “’That’s a good boy. Moan for us.”

“Unghhh!”

“Oh yeah….”

Harper’s only warning was a growl of desire and need, and then his cock plunged and pulsed inside Marcus’s tight passage and flooded him with his seed. Marcus made a soft, high-pitched whimper as he felt Harper leave him, and heard his captain’s purr of pleasure before he slid into him once more.

“Good boy. You’re so perfect.”

“Captain….”

“Thank you.”

Marcus half turned to kiss him and stroke Harper’s jaw.

“You’re welcome, Captain.”

“Well that’s just really hot,” Tiago said in an appreciative tone.

“Are you tired, Beautiful? Harper asked gently, rubbing Marcus’s shoulders.

Marcus sank back against him, enjoying the massage, and smiled at the hungry look in Tiago’s eyes.

“No… I’m good.”

Marcus bit his lip as Tiago leant down with his hands either side of Marcus’s hips to kiss him. Harper chuckled softly, and Marcus found himself being pulled back onto the bed, lying prone on Harper’s chest as his captain anchored him with strong arms around his torso. Tiago settled between Harper’s thighs, easing Marcus’s legs farther apart as much as his speedos would allow, slipped two fingers into his recent vacated hole.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Marc. Look at that… look at how slick you are with Harper’s cum. Oh god….”

Marcus kissed him hard, laying claim to his mouth as best he could. Tiago groaned against him, but he knelt up in order to watch himself as he slid into Marcus’s body. All of them moaned.

“You like that, pretty boy?” Eric folded his arms on the mattress and purred in Marcus’s ear, very obviously enjoying the view of his friends. “You like to feel him stir up that load inside you? Yeahhhh… such a good show pony. He likes you Tia, he likes your big dick. Mmmm… and the Captain’s cum makes such good lube too. Shame you don’t get to watch, Cap. You’re missing out on a damn good view.”

“But it feels great.” Harper wandered a hand south to rub Marcus’s Lycra covered crotch, then let his finger rest on top of Tiago’s cock as he thrust in and out of their shared lover. His fingers came away sticky and he painted his essence on Marcus’s parted lips. “You like him, Beautiful?”

“Yes…! Oh fuck that’ssogoodpleaseTiago...” Marcus was panting, shaking despite Harper’s hold on him as his generously endowed teammate screwed him. “I want you too… nnnghh!”

Eric stood and wrapped an arm over Tiago’s shoulders as he fucked their newest team member. He smiled possessively, but Tiago’s face was dark with concentration as he braced Marcus’s legs apart and filed him so completely.

“What do you think Tia? Isn’t he beautiful? Don’t you love the way he looks spread eagled over the Captain with his cute little speedos trapping his dick? Captain’s cum leaking from his ass as you ream him?”

Tiago shuddered and grunted, the movement of his hips suddenly more forceful.

“That’s my boy. Why don’t you flood him with that big cock of yours, Tia?”

“Oh fuck-!”

Whatever hold Tiago had been keeping on his ecstasy, it broke, and without warning his hips slammed into Marcus hard enough for the impact to hurt, and he fisted his fingers in the sheets as he came. He was sweating and shaking, and it was Harper who pulled him down by his sweat-damp ringlets to kiss him soundly over Marcus’s shoulder.

“Atta boy. Well done, babe.”

Tiago kissed Marcus’s collar bone, his shoulder, his neck, and finally his mouth in between deep uneven breaths.

“T-t-that was awesome.”

Marcus smiled and wrapped his arms around the bigger man, suddenly feeling protective over Tiago’s obviously drained self.

“Yeah it was. You feel so good.” Marcus kissed him again. “Mmmm… and you taste delicious. Thank you Tiago.”

Tiago’s smile, and his heavy eyelids, told Marcus everything he needed to know. The Latino pulled away from him with a strangled groan, and Marcus felt his hole clench tight around the emptiness he was left with. Eric was the one who touched him intimately as the mixed semen of his teammates trickled from his entrance.

“All lubed up and ready to go?” He asked with an arched eyebrow. Marcus nodded. “Come sit with me, pretty boy, and let’s put on a nice show for these gentlemen.”

Tiago rolled off him and onto his side, and Harper turned to spoon against the other man with a smile. The position gave them the perfect and comfortable view of the other empty bed, upon the edge of which Eric sat. Marcus stood before him, and obeyed Eric’s half-murmurs and little touches as he was coaxed into position. Eric parted his legs, his thighs either side of Marcus’s knees, and then made sure his behind was shown off to its best view with the fabric of his swimsuit firmly under the globes of his ass. He parted Marcus’s cheeks and fingered his damp hole gently.

“Do you like that, boys? Look at him, look at your cum in his ass. Look how wet you’ve made him. How happy you’ve made him.” He used his other hand to rub and Marcus’s second hard-on of the evening, still encased in his cum stained Lycra. Marcus moaned.

“ Look how fine he is, his perfect ass, his gorgeous body, look how much he likes us.” Eric made him moan again, pushing a finger into him as he nuzzled Marcus’s crotch, his teeth grazing over the covered head of his cock. “We are so grateful, aren’t we boys? We should worship you. We do. We wanna make you so very happy-” he pressed his finger into Marcus’s prostate, eliciting a high whimpering moan, “-don’t we boys?”

“Oh yes.”

“Uh-huh.”

Marcus looked over his shoulder, and the sight of the other two watching Eric feel him up make him quiver with excitement, knowing that despite already fucking him, they were going to watch Eric fuck him too.

“C’mon now, pretty pony, and show these gentlemen what good use you’re going to make of the cum they’ve left inside of your fine, sweet ass.”

Marcus smiled, and followed the pressure of Eric’s hands on his hips to kneel on the bed. Eric removed his fingers only moments before his cock breached into Marcus’s body, and he slid into his slick passage with a growl of pleasure.

“You feel that, beautiful? You feel all of us up there in that gorgeous tight little ass of yours? You’re so good to share it with us, to let us come inside you and show you how much we like you.” Eric kept a hand on his jaw, his voice low and gravelly in Marcus’s ear, the thumb of his other hand rubbing tight circles on the tip of his dick. “Show Tia and the Captain how much you like my cock, there’s a good boy, show them how their cum gets pushed up into you… unnghh.” Marcus was pleased that he’d made Eric lose concentration with the clenching of his internal muscles, but he also loved the way Eric talked. “Your ass is still hungry for another load, show pony? You think you can take it?”

Marcus was about to reply when Eric’s hips snapped up into him and he gasped in shock instead.

“Yeah, I’ll bet you can. But you gotta wait. We gotta make you good and gasping for it first. And I’mma make you cream in those cute little speedos again first. Love the way your dick spasms when you come.” Eric sawed into him in long slow movements that made Marcus’s every muscle quiver. “Never again will you be able to wear speedos without thinking about each of us, fucking your gorgeous, medal winning ass, and breeding you like the champion you are.”

“Eric...ahhh! Please…!”

“You gonna come for me, Marc? For Tia, and for the Captain?” Eric squeezed him through his suit, and Marcus clung to him tightly. “That’s right. Good boy.”

Marcus cried out as he came, throwing back his head, his body trying to expel his pleasure and gulp oxygen at the same time as his orgasm rushed over him. He couldn’t remember any feeling so intense as this, panting and shaking in Eric’s arms. And Eric held him, soft and tender, kissing him gently, his face and lips, even as he panted for breath.

“They love you, Marc. I can see it in their eyes. They love you so much.” Eric stroked him, aftershocks making him flinch, and began to rock his hips once again. “Do you love us too, Marc? You gonna show the boys how much you love us?”

Marcus groaned, and clung tight to Eric’s shoulders again as the young man’s cock seemed to suddenly swell inside him, filling him to the brim as he came and joined his friends.

Somehow Eric still had the energy to stand, taking Marcus with him, and crossed the space to the other bed. Careful, keeping himself docked within the wet sheath of Marcus’s body, he laid them both down on the bed. Tiago cuddled up to Marcus’s other side, and both he and Harper laid an arm across his waist. Eric’s hand held both of theirs over the body of the boy they’d spent the night adoring, and wrapped up like that, they fell asleep to the sounds of each other’s breathing.