A Catcher in the Showers

Note from the author: This is story 7 in the series. You would benefit from reading the series in order, but its possible to enjoy this as a stand alone too.

Feedback would be appreciated, so that I can improve my stories.

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A week had passed, but for Tom, it hadn't moved at all. He was still caught in the exact moment he'd backed into the shadows, his breath faltering as Ryan lowered to his knees. Every night since, it had been the same loop in his mind. Shame twisted with arousal. Disgust with desire. It was a knot he couldn't untangle.

Tom was firmly heterosexual. He dated girls, he had never seen a man and felt desire. Men were not attractive for him. Well, men in general. He couldn't explain why, when he saw Ryan naked in the showers a few years ago, his enormous flaccid cock on display, swinging from thigh to thigh, with a slapping noise as it hit each thigh muscle; why he caught himself looking back, often. Why that vision appeared regularly in his fantasies, generally fully erect. Why, now that he had seen Ryan fucking Jake, the scene had dominated his fantasies, and he had imagined himself in Jake's place.

Masturbating in the week that had followed the tryst had been daily, often 3 or 4 times per day. Why, when he tried to make his mind explore other fantasies, it had drifted back to Ryan's impressive phallus. He had stock favourite fantasies, the common lesbian fantasy, his Chemistry lecturer's tits, same lecturer forcing him to give her oral sex in the labs after classes, his first blow job from Tabatha Fox when she was babysitting for her neighbour....... none of them kept his attention, his mind went back to that enormous cock.

And now, here he was again. Same corridor. Same time. Same sprint across the frost-laced field with his heart hammering.

He told himself it was just curiosity. That it was nothing more than the need to understand what he saw. But his erection told another story.

He knew this was risky. If they caught him... there was no telling how much trouble he would be in. Was it even legal?

In his mind he had convinced himself that the last time had been a deliberate performance, that he was meant to see them, Like they wanted to be watched. Why else would they choose a public space. If not him, it would have been someone else, maybe the janitor.

Returning late after the training session had ended, knowing they had stayed late, he slipped into the changing room again, as quietly as he could. The air was again humid, a stark contrast to the frosty evening outside. Warmth at last. The showers were running. Steam curled along the ceiling, clinging to the walls, crawling over the tiles like clouds descending on a hilltop. This time there were voices. Low, murmured tones. Water slapping the floor. Occasional laughter echoed around the empty room..

He was going to see the show he came for.

Moving to the same dark corner behind his locker row, breath now shallow, as silent as a mouse. Through the mist he could only see empty shower heads. The boys were in the opposite corner, he needed a new position. Working his way quietly past the lockers, further into the room, he settled into the opposite far corner. Dark shapes through the mist confirmed what he expected. Two figures, close. The sight stirred his memories: Ryan, standing bold under the spray, naked. Jake was in front of him, hands against the shower wall, his back to Ryan. He must have caught them early in their scene, Ryan's hand was gripping Jake's shoulder, more like a massage than a sexual seduction. Ryan's other hand roaming freely over Jake's chest. The touch quickly became more intimate, teasing, probing. Both of them glistening wet. Unapologetically physical. Comfortable together.

Tom's cock swelled instantly. He felt a deep urge to stroke himself. He pulled his training bottoms off his pelvis, and pushed his briefs to one side, to release his hard cock. He took it in his right hand, settled into his corner, and started to wank. With the very first stroke, his knuckle caught the metal locker structure, just the mildest of contact, but the sound echoed louder in Tom's ears. He froze. Panicked.

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Jake and Ryan had returned from their trip to London, full of energy and enthusiasm. Jake had cleared the air with Ryan, Ryan had opened up about his past, and they had a new understanding. Jake wasn't out of the closet, he wasn't planning any big reveal, or even an admission that he was bisexual. But he was no longer planning to sneak around covertly. Their teammates would see them together often, they would be openly close friends, and some might assume more, if asked, there would be no lies, no denials.

In the two days that followed their return to college, they had seen each other every day and today, for the first time, they arrived at football training together. As expected, nobody thought it odd or noted any change to their friendship.

Jake was watching the group as he changed into his kit, trying to detect if any of their team mates were looking at them differently. He suspected one of them had been the voyeur, but if they were, they concealed it well. There were no lingering glances, or Knowing smirks, as far as he could tell.

Despite this, Jake and Ryan had already hatched a plan. They were going to stay behind after training and work on some skills together. They would let everyone see them, so that the voyeur, if it was a team mate, would know that they would be in the showers alone after everyone else had left. Neither of them expected the voyeur to return quite so soon, but if they kept repeating for a few weeks, the culprit just might choose to try their luck. It might take a while, but they intended to catch their watcher red handed eventually.

In the meantime, they would have fun in the showers anyway. What did they have to lose?

Jake had turned a corner in his mind. He was no longer anxious, but still curious about who knew their secret, and what would they do with it? Whilst he was still the freshman, he had made a number of friendships in the team already. He was popular. Surely any of them would have spoken to him privately if they had seen something themselves, or if they had heard rumours. He suspected someone was holding their secret, but why?

Ryan worked him hard on the field. Their 'on pitch' partnership was already potent. Jake was tenacious in midfield, his power and strength had lifted the team. Tactically, he was visionary, and was cementing his role as the main playmaker. He seemed to sense Ryan's position, and how to make that incisive pass, to put him beyond the defence. They made a great team. Jake the provider, Ryan the finisher. The extra hours practising helped them develop a few rehearsed moves that would benefit them both. Their synergy was already starting to get noticed well beyond their own team and coaching group.

To finish their session, the boys decided to do a high impact workout to boost their stamina. By the time they returned to the changing room, they were aching, and pouring with sweat. They needed showers.

The changing room was empty as planned. The usual discarded sock tape, empty energy drink cans, and forgotten kit littered the floor. The lost property bucket must be overflowing with lost kit, every week multiple items were left behind.

Jake wasted no time in stripping naked, his muscles burnt, he needed the relief of hot water to soothe them. Conventional thinking would advise an ice bath, but that never appealed. Good or bad, the warmth of the shower made him feel better. Since he and Ryan had cleared the air about their relationship, he felt confident in his company, and not the least bit self conscious about being naked. He was thirsty, needing a drink he walked to the water cooler

Ryan, by contrast, was taking his time. He enjoyed the show as Jake undressed. Watching him cross the room, eyes tracing the sculpted lines of his back, he appreciated the way the muscles between his shoulders flexed with each stride, the lean dip of his waist, the way the light danced across the gentle curve of his buttocks. As Jake reached the cooler and leaned slightly forward, he filled a paper cup, the motion stretching his back and deepening the shadows between the ridges of muscle. He lifted the cup to his pursed lips, delicious plump lips, perfectly sculpted for kissing. Drinking slowly, unaware, or perhaps completely aware, of the effect he had on Ryan.

Ryan didn't move, he barely breathed, absorbing every detail like a snapshot seared into his mind. There was something quietly mesmerizing about the scene, the strength in Jake's posture, the calm confidence in the way he carried himself, even in something as simple as getting a drink. How much he had grown in the weeks they had come together, particularly, this last week. His back remained to Ryan, did he feel the heat emanating from Ryan, was the attraction as acute for Jake as it was for Ryan? Only time would tell.

For now they had a plan to execute.

Ryan kept his eyes on Jake as he walked into the showers, Ryan stripped quickly and followed. This time they chose the showers in the far corner, out of site of most of the changing area. If someone came to watch, they wouldn't make it so easy.

"Just keep in mind our plan, the minute we hear anyone in the changing room, we start a show, give them time to think they are safe, then jump out and catch them red handed. " Ryan's mind had switched to battle mode, even if he believed it was unlikely anyone would be there that night.

Jake was a bit more casual, "I'd really appreciate a shoulder rub, something twinged whilst we were doing that last set of press-ups, I'll return the favour." He stood with his hands against the tiled wall, as Ryan soaped-up his hands, and started to press his thumbs into Jake's taught muscles.

"You know nobody will show up don't you. You'd love to catch our voyeur, but nobody would be stupid enough to return so soon after leaving in such a clumsy, obvious way last week. They must know we will be watching out for them?" Jake was a little concerned about what Ryan would actually do if he did catch the culprit.

"Let's see. You might be surprised. After all, who could resist another look at your beautiful buns. If it was me, I'd be back taking pictures, so I could pin them on the ceiling above my bed. Luckily, I have the real thing to play with. I guess I was just born lucky." Ryan quipped as he landed a playful slap on Jake's right cheek.

"Just concentrate on the shoulders for now, we already have one pervert to deal with, without you joining them. You can play with the buns later."

Ryan half chuckled, and half delivered his response, "Spoil sport!"

At that moment, the slight but definite squeak of the dry changing room door hinge pierced the air. Ryan smiled to himself, leaned forward and whispered in Jake's ear "Game on...... follow my lead."

Ryan carried on the shoulder massage, re-soaping his hands, and digging deeply into Jake's powerful shoulders.

Jake groaned appreciation, possibly slightly louder than before.

Ryan felt the adrenalin coursing through his veins. His cock started to swell, pressing into Jakes butt cheeks. His nostrils flared, shoulders tensed. Was he fixing for a conflict, or was he excited by being watched. His swollen penis suggested the latter.

He allowed his spare hand to roam up Jakes side, and around to his chest.

Jake responded, pushing his buttocks back into Ryan's pelvis, and rotating them to move Ryan's cock into position against his eager entrance.

Ryan continued teasing Jake's chest, settling his fingers on Jake's nipples and squeezing them. He learned forward to whisper in Jake's ear,

"Ready, count to 3 in your head, then we both slip out and catch the bastard"

Silently, the boys left the running showers behind, and crept naked into the changing area.

Tom saw movement. He froze. Held his breath.

He crouched lower, wishing the floor would open up and swallow him.

Ryan emerged first, water cascading down his abs, his thick semi aroused cock swinging between powerful thighs. "Someone's here." he said.

Jake followed, moving slower, focused. Their bare feet slapped wetly against the tile as they crept through the changing room.

Tom tried to back away silently, but he was cornered, there was nowhere to go, and nowhere to hide.. He slipped his briefs back into position, desperately he tried to silently redress.

"Oi," Ryan barked. "You might as well come out now, yeah?"

Jake added, calm but firm, "We know someone's watching. Just show yourself."

Tom didn't move.

Ryan rounded the last row of lockers.

"Oh... fuck."

Jake caught up a second later. "What?"

Ryan pointed. "It's Tom."

Tom stood frozen in place, flushed red, caught like a deer in headlights.

Jake's eyebrows raised, clearly surprised. "You?"

Tom's mouth opened. "I........."

Ryan cut him off with a laugh. "Unbelievable. Fucking Tom. Our golden boy Left Back. Who knew you had it in you?"

Tom's stomach dropped through the floor. "I didn't mean to."

Ryan was already smirking, walking toward him, still dripping. "Bullshit. You were here last week, weren't you? Watching. Getting off."

Tom couldn't answer.

Ryan glanced down at the bulge in Tom's briefs and chuckled darkly. "Yeah. Thought so."

Tom's hands balled into fists. "I should go."

Jake stepped in before Ryan could speak again, his tone more controlled. "Hey. Slow down. Are you okay?"

Tom looked at him, taken aback by the apparent concern. "You're not... mad?"

Jake shook his head. "We weren't exactly being subtle last time."

Ryan crossed his arms. "Still, it's kinda creepy watching from the shadows, mate. Not exactly brave, is it?"

Tom's jaw clenched, humiliated.

Jake put a hand gently on Ryan's shoulder. "Enough."

Ryan rolled his eyes, but backed off, the teasing edge fading.

Jake turned to Tom, softer now. "Why did you come back?"

Tom hesitated. His voice was barely a whisper. "I don't know. I just... couldn't stop thinking about it."

Jake stepped closer. "Thinking about us?"

Tom nodded.

Ryan let out a breath. "Well, now you've been caught. So... what are you gonna do about it?"

Tom's eyes flicked between them. Jake's gaze was calm. Ryan's was hungry.

Jake offered a hand. "No pressure. If you want to leave, go."

Tom didn't move.

Jake smiled. "If you want to stay, then really stay, you come forward. No hiding this time."

Tom took a deep breath.

And stepped out of the shadows

The heat radiating from the shower room felt like a wall. Or maybe that was just the pressure of being naked under their eyes--well, not literally naked, not yet. But stripped of something all the same. Dignity. Secrecy. Control.

Tom's throat was dry. Jake still had his hand out, wet, open, patient.

Ryan stood to the side, arms folded, weight shifted lazily to one hip. Still nude, cock now half-hard and bobbing slightly with each subtle motion. A slow grin spread across his face.

"So, what's it gonna be, Tom?" he asked. "You just gonna stand there like a scared puppy, or are you gonna own up to what you want?"

Tom's mouth opened, then shut again. The want was there. Hot and undeniable. But also: shame. Fear. All the rules in his head that said this wasn't who he was.

Jake took a step forward. "It's okay," he said gently. "No one's judging you."

"Speak for yourself," Ryan muttered, smirking.

Jake shot him a look. "Ryan."

"What?" Ryan said, not backing down. "He came back for this. You don't sneak around corners watching people in showers, unless you're hoping to get caught."

Tom flinched. "I didn't mean to........"

"You did, mate," Ryan said, stepping closer, closing the space. "And you've got a hard-on right now. So let's stop pretending, yeah?"

Tom glanced down, mortified that it was so obvious. He wanted to run. But he didn't move. Something rooted him there.

Ryan circled behind him, slow and casual, dripping water with every step. "I think he wants someone to make the decisions for him. Is that it?" His breath was warm near Tom's neck. "You want to be told what to do?"

Tom's heart was racing. "No. I mean, I...."

Jake stepped in between them, placing a hand on Ryan's chest, halting him. "Ease up."

Ryan exhaled hard through his nose, but stepped back, reluctantly.

Jake turned to Tom. "You don't owe anyone anything. Not me. Not him. But if you're here... maybe that means something. Maybe there's a part of you that wants to know how this feels."

Tom looked at him, searching his eyes. Jake's gaze was steady, understanding.

Tom whispered, "I've never done anything like this."

Jake smiled softly. "Neither had I. Until Ryan."

Ryan gave a sharp laugh. "You say that like I didn't drag you into it."

"You didn't," Jake said, without looking away from Tom. "I stepped in willingly."

Jake reached out again, this time brushing the back of his fingers gently along Tom's arm. It was barely a touch, but it sparked something. A jolt. A shiver.

Tom didn't pull away.

"You don't have to do anything," Jake said again. "But you do have to choose. No more hiding."

Tom nodded, his voice barely audible. "Okay."

Ryan grinned again, but Jake lifted a hand to stop him from jumping in.

"Slow," Jake said firmly. "Let him lead."

Ryan groaned, but relented, leaning back against the lockers. "Fine. I'll wait."

Tom took a breath, his gaze flicking down Jake's body. Seeing it up close, the curve of muscle, the trail of water down his chest, the way his cock hung loose but heavy, it was terrifying and beautiful at the same time. And all too real.

"I don't know where to start," Tom admitted.

Jake stepped closer. "Then let me."

He leaned in, slowly, giving Tom time to back away.

Tom didn't.

Their lips met, soft and uncertain. Just for a moment.

Then Jake pulled back, eyes searching. "Okay?"

Tom nodded, cheeks red, breath shaking. "Yeah."

Ryan whistled low behind them. "About fucking time."

Jake shot him another look, but even he smiled this time.

Tom didn't know what was coming next, but for the first time, the knot in his chest loosened just a little, the fear changing back to deep desire.

He had stepped out of the shadows.

And he wasn't running anymore.

Tom's skin was tingling, flushed from more than just the heat in the changing room. The kiss still lingered on his lips, Jake's calm warmth anchoring him in a moment that felt like stepping off the edge of a cliff. But instead of falling, he floated.

Jake's hand stayed lightly on his forearm, reassuring but not demanding. "Just watch for now," he said, voice low and smooth. "You don't have to do anything."

Tom nodded slowly, unsure what to say. His heart thundered.

Jake looped his hands under both sides of Tom's pants, then briefs, and pulled them down in one smooth motion.

Behind them, Ryan was already moving again, like a force unleashed now that he had permission. He grabbed Jake's hand and stepped back to the showers, under the running water, letting it cascade down his shoulders, cock thickening with each second. He watched Tom with a fire in his eyes, like he knew how this would end.

"Hope you're paying attention, golden boy," Ryan murmured. "Lesson one's about to start."

Jake turned slightly and stepped under the spray with him, close, deliberate. Their bodies met, bare skin sliding, the water catching in the valleys of muscle and slicking every motion. Jake's hands moved first, trailing from Ryan's hips up his sides, slow and practiced. His fingers curled behind Ryan's neck, moving in for a kiss, open, needy, wet; it was almost tender.

Tom walked into the showers, now naked. He stood frozen, breath caught in his throat. He couldn't look away.

Jake broke the kiss and glanced over his shoulder, eyes locking with Tom's.

"Still okay?" he asked softly.

Tom nodded.

Jake's voice dropped just enough to be intimate. "You ever kissed a guy before?"

Tom swallowed. "Just now."

Jake smiled, but didn't tease. "There's a first for everything."

Ryan chuckled darkly. "Let me know when he's ready for lesson two."

Jake ignored him, keeping his focus on Tom. "This isn't about proving anything. You're not here to impress us. Just be present. Let yourself feel it."

Tom's hand flexed at his side. "It's... overwhelming."

"I know," Jake said. "You're doing fine."

Then Jake turned back to Ryan and the shift in energy was immediate. The gentleness dropped, replaced by heat.

Jake's lips met Ryan's again, but harder this time. Hands roamed, breath caught. Ryan growled low in his throat, gripping Jake's waist, pulling him tight, their cocks grinding together. The intensity of it hit Tom like a punch, raw, real, wild.

Jake broke the kiss just long enough to say over his shoulder, "You don't have to stay back there."

Tom didn't respond, but his feet moved on their own. Two steps closer. Then a third.

Jake reached back blindly, fingers brushing Tom's waist. "Still okay?"

Tom nodded, his voice tight. "Yeah."

Jake pulled him closer, Tom felt body heat against his own.

"You're beautiful," Jake said simply, like it was a fact.

Tom's breath caught.

Ryan moved beside Jake now, eyes raking over both of them.

Jake smirked, then looked at Tom. "You ready to touch?"

Tom swallowed, the nervous knot in his chest slowly giving way further, to something electric. "I... yeah. I think so."

Jake took his hand and placed it gently on Ryan's chest. Tom's fingers curled slightly on instinct, feeling the thick muscle beneath his palm.

Ryan arched an eyebrow. "Told you he was curious."

Jake leaned in again, whispering by Tom's ear. "Don't worry about doing anything right. Just feel. Explore."

Tom exhaled shakily, then let his other hand rise--trailing up Jake's side, then across to Ryan's abs. Their bodies pressed together, Tom found himself caught in the gravity of it.

Jake turned his face, brushing his lips just barely over Tom's jaw. "There's no going back now," he murmured.

And Tom, lost in sensation, in heat, in the dizzy swirl of want and fear and release, whispered back:

"I don't want to."

Jake's body fit against Tom's easily, confident, smooth in how he moved, as though he understood instinctively how to draw someone out of themselves. Ryan, behind them both, was a force of heat and intensity, the physical weight of his presence impossible to ignore. Tom felt caught between them, not trapped, but held.

Jake guided his hands again, sliding them over his own chest, then to Ryan's. "See how he's built?" he murmured. "He's solid, makes you feel small, right? But safe, too."

Tom nodded, his hands exploring. He felt the flex beneath Ryan's pecs as Ryan tensed deliberately, showing off, and when Tom's hand dropped lower, over the smooth ridges of his abs and the soft trail of hair leading down, he hesitated.

"Go on," Jake said softly, kissing the corner of his mouth. "He wants you to."

Ryan let out a low grunt. "I've been waiting."

Tom's fingers curled around Ryan's shaft, hot and heavy in his hand. The sensation was overwhelming, new, but not unwelcome. There was power in it, holding someone like that. Trust, too.

Jake moved behind him now, his chest warm at Tom's back. His hands ran down Tom's sides, then up again, not rushing, just grounding him in sensation. "You're doing well," he whispered. "Don't think about it. Just feel."

Tom let his eyes close for a moment, letting the heat of Jake's breath and the pulse of Ryan in his hand pull him into the moment. He felt Jake's hands slide around to his front, brushing his stomach, then down. When Jake touched him, it was like a switch flipped, the sensation jolting through him, unexpected and intense.

He gasped softly, and Jake pressed a kiss just behind his ear. "That's it."

Ryan moved now, stepping forward, pressing himself against both of them. His voice was low and rough. "Can I touch you, Tom?"

Tom looked up, meeting Ryan's eyes. For all his swagger, there was something sincere there.

He nodded.

Ryan's hands slid around his back, down to his ass, gripping him with a possessive sort of hunger. Tom shivered. The contrast between Jake's slow patience and Ryan's physicality was dizzying.

Jake reached down again, stroking them both now, guiding their bodies closer. "Let go," he murmured. "Just let it happen."

Tom wasn't sure where his body ended and theirs began. It was all skin, breath, pressure. Hands roaming. Lips brushing necks, shoulders. Jake kissed him again, deeper this time and Tom kissed back without thinking. His inhibitions had cracked. There was no need to pretend anymore.

For the first time, he didn't care how it looked. Didn't care what it meant.

He just felt.

Jake was pressed against his back, warm breath at his neck, one hand on Tom's chest, the other wrapped around him with slow, firm strokes. His movements were steady, practiced, but not impersonal, he was guiding, not performing. Jake's fingers matched the rising pace of Tom's breath, coaxing him higher.

In front of him, Ryan's hand joined Jake's, rougher, less patient. He was close enough that their chests brushed when either of them moved. His lips hovered near Tom's, not kissing yet, just breathing the same air. "You're close," Ryan said, eyes locked on his.

Tom couldn't reply. Could barely think. The sensation was overwhelming, Jake behind him, keeping him grounded, and Ryan in front of him, pulling him closer to the edge with every breath, every squeeze.

He'd never felt like this, consumed from both sides, supported and pushed all at once. The friction built between them, pressure winding tight in his core. His thighs trembled.

"Don't hold back," Jake whispered at his ear. "Ley your fantasies guide you, what do you want next?."

Jakes soft voice seemed to guide Tom's mind. Jake seemed to read his thoughts.

Tom, let go, he sunk to his knees.

He was so close to Ryan's cock he could feel the heat.

This serpent had invaded his thoughts. Since the first time he saw it in the showers, dangling between Ryan' muscular thighs two years earlier, it had visited him in those dark, lonely nights, when his lustful thoughts ran freely. A big forbidden fruit, guiding him to orgasm, out of reach but irresistible. Now here it was, reachable, no longer forbidden, and just as irresistible.

Tom leaned forward and kissed it, just the end, the puckered foreskin.

With each lurch, the fruit grew in size and firmness. He wrapped his fingers around the base.

Despite being soft to the touch, a jolt of electricity, desire, passed between them. The monster throbbed in his hand, and stiffened slowly. It seemed to have a life of its own, as it pulsed, like it was breathing.

Tom was mesmerised, staring.

The urge was insatiable, he parted his lips, and took the head into his mouth. Expecting to be repulsed by the taste, Tom was surprised at how comfortable it was to have his first cock in his mouth. The initial hint of soap was replaced by a warm sticky juice oozing from the tip. It was sweet and salty at the same time. Tom licked the tip, and the fluid stuck to his tongue, creating a string of juice between Ryan's cock and his lips. He swallowed all the fluid he could.

Far from being disgusted by the taste, he found it captivating. He wanted more. He wanted to please the monster of his dreams.

He took more into his mouth, up to 3 inches. He was already full, his jaws wide to accommodate the girth, and the tip now touching the back of his throat. It was not even half way in.

Tom gripped the base firmly, he was worried, if Ryan thrust forward, he would lose control and this cock was big enough to hurt him.

But Ryan was gentle and patient. Old Ryan would have taken control by now, as he had done with Jake, and Tom would not have been allowed to resist his urges. He was eager to show Jake that he was capable of change, of resisting his cruel urges. It was a test of his resolve.

His hand found the back of Tom's head, and he gently urged Tom to take him deeper.

Tom"s head resisted, his fist at the base of Ryan's cock was a barrier, blocking deeper penetration.

Jake knelt next to Tom. He stroked Tom's cheek. With soothing words he urged Tom on, whispering in his ear. "Breathe through your nose, relax your throat and take more inside"

Tom steadied himself, concentrated on his breathing, and fed one more inch inside.

Ryan's cock touched Tom's tonsils and Tom felt the immediate urge to retch. He spat out the cock and gagged for deep breaths, "It's just too big, no way that can fit in my mouth".

Jake took Ryan's cock in his hand, it was now at its full erect prime.

"Just breathe slowly, relax, and swallow"

He took Ryan into his mouth, to the point where his cock nudged the back of his throat. He felt the urge to gag, but continued his calm breathing, closed his eyes, opened his jaws wide, and swallowing, pushed the cockhead into his throat and on, until his nose ground against Ryan's lower abs. Here he paused, and rocked forwards and backwards, fucking the cock with his throat.

Tom watched on amazed. The cock just disappeared. It was the horniest site he had ever seen.

Without thinking, he reached for his own cock and started wanking.

As the cock disappeared inside, he saw Jake's throat bulge, when he backed up, the bulge was gone, only to reappear a few seconds later.

"Ryan's cock is too big for a beginner like me, can I suck you instead" Tom asked.

Jake stood up next to Ryan, his erect cock standing out in front of him.

Tom took both cocks, one in each hand, and started to stroke them. Jakes cock was impressive by most standards, but his 6 inches seemed tame compared to Ryan's girthy 8.

Tom took Jake's cock into his mouth. He swirled the pre-cum around his throat, savouring it before swallowing. Then in some more until it nudged his throat. Tom calmed himself, breathed through his nose, and took another inch. Immediately the gagging returned, coughing out the penis, uncontrollably gulping in air. It was impossible!

He took Jake back inside, but maintained a modest penetration. Switching between cocks, he stroked one and sucked the other.

Jake and Ryan kissed. A deep passionate kiss.

"I know its not easy for you Ryan. I just want you to know I'm really proud of you." Jake said.

Ryan smiled, mission accomplished, "I still need more stimulation, this is a bit tame for my tastes. I'm trying hard to be nice, inside I want to explode."

Jake knew that explosion well, "How about you explode in me?"

Jake took Toms chin in his hand. "My turn to blow you." He said, and pulled Tom to his feet.

He pushed Tom up against the cold tiled wall, grabbed his cock, and lowered his head to suck him into his mouth. Tom's cock disappeared with ease. Jake noticed a large amount of pre-cum. The taste of which was slightly tart. He guessed Tom had been wanking a lot recently. He probably wasn't expecting to be blown that night. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was different to Ryan's sweet taste. Ryan was always fastidiously clean.

With his head in Tom's crotch, Jake's ass was sticking out. He curved his back hoping Ryan would sense the invitation.

Ryan did not need asking twice, he positioned himself between Jakes thighs, took a large dollop of shower gel for lubricant, coated his cock, and Jake's puckered hole and pushed past Jakes resistance.

Jake groaned, despite having his mouth and throat full of Tom.

Tom looked at Ryan. Ryan's eyes were closed. Across his face a primeval look. Tom shuddered.

As Ryan groaned his satisfaction, he opened his eyes and stared directly into Tom's.

He thrust hard inside Jake, taking him by surprise, as Jake spat out Tom's cock, and squealed, partly in pain, but mostly in pure lust. Jake sunk his head back onto Tom's cock, and thrust back against Ryan.

Ryan took the hint and fucked Jake hard and deep, gripping his hips to allow him to thrust in with maximum force.

Tom gripped the back of Jake's neck, feeling something big building up within.

Jake sensed the impending climax, "Where do you want to cum Tom?"

Tom already knew, the same place his fantasies had already played out a dozen times.

"I want to cum on your face, shoot my load between your eyes."

He let out a sharp breath, his body shuddered. His knees went weak as the pressure broke, heat crashing through him in a full-body wave. He cried out, hoarse, involuntarily, as his release hit, Jake, with impeccable timing, withdrew. Looking straight at Tom's cock head.

Tom let go, splashing over Jake's face, joining the slick heat of the steam and water. Jake held him tight in his hand. Ryan leaned in, pulling Tom towards him, pressing his lips against Tom's with a firm, triumphant kiss.

It was messy. Jake took rope after rope of semen in his eyes, and across his cheeks and lips. It was raw and real.

Tom collapsed slightly against the tiled wall, heart hammering, breath unsteady, silent for a long moment under the still-running shower.

No words.

The show of Ryan fucking Jake was still playing out in front of him.

His eyes settled on Ryan's, who was staring back at him once more. With a grunt, Ryan thrust hard into Jake, held his deep penetration, and orgasmed. At no point did he break the eye contact.

Slowly he withdrew, and Jake stood up.

Silently, they both returned to the showers and washed.

Jake spoke first, low and steady addressing Tom. "Are you okay?"

Tom nodded, barely able to form a response. "Yeah," he breathed. "More than okay."

Ryan chuckled, kissing his hair. "You're ours now, you know that?"

Tom just looked confused. He wasn't sure what all this meant to him. He didn't really know what he felt yet. He let the warm water wash away the physical stains of their liaison.

The emotional implications would probably remain for some time to come. Right now he wanted to get home to the solitude and safety of his bed