Now late Autumn, the weather had turned sour and many practices were moved inside. On this particular Thursday afternoon, Coach Alex decided to hold practice in the weight room in order to build up the team's strength. With the season wrapping up in just two weeks, he knew the guys could take a break from the regular drills and cardio -- they were completely in synch at this point in the year, after all.
All twelve members of the team and Coach Alex were packed into the tiny weight room. The small, concrete-walled room echoed with the loud sounds of dropping dumbbells, belabored grunts, and heavy breathing. In this tiny space, their bodies made the room hot and humid, smelling distinctly like the sweat of young athletes in their prime. Most of the guys had taken off their shirts, leaving on only their small, fitted shorts, half-calf socks, and shoes. Their bodies glistened sweat, shining under the overhead lights. The equipment was all wet with the sweat of its many users.
"Okay guys, huddle up," Coach Alex called out to the team after an hour. Turning off the music, he waited for the guys to form a tight circle around him. "Fuck, you all reek!"
The guys laughed, smelling their pits and nodding in agreement.
"I bet you fuckin' like it, Coach!" Jake teased.
"Look who's talking," Alex replied. "All the guys you've fucked on this team know you love sniffing armpits!" The rest of the team cackled, knowing first-hand that Alex was right.
Jake smiled, admitting defeat and being a good sport. Coach continued.
"Nice practice everyone. Hopefully tomorrow the weather is better and we can play outside again. But if not, make sure you bring your inside cleats. See you then!"
Most of the guys quickly grabbed their things and started to head towards the locker room for a shower. As team captain, Jake stayed back with Coach to clean up the equipment. Grabbing a washcloth and soaking it in cleaning solution, he started to wipe down all the machines as Coach Alex did the same with the dumbbells.
After a few minutes, Jake noticed that just two other players, Carl and Josh, were in the weight room with him and Alex. Standing in the corner, they quietly chatted back and forth as if they were sharing a secret.
Carl and Josh were both seniors on the team that Jake knew well after years of playing together. The casual observer may have assumed they were brothers, even though there was no relation. Both standing at about 5' 10", they were muscular and beefy with mid-length blonde hair and baby blue eyes. They were also both gay and rumored to be sleeping together, although no one really knew for sure. Oddly enough, Jake had never slept with either.
"Hey Jake, have a minute?" Carl called out, grabbing Jake's attention immediately in the small space.
A little surprised, Jake walked over and joined their small circle. They continued talking quietly, as if they didn't want Alex to hear them.
"Dude," Josh started, giving Jake a serious look. "So we knew you had slept with a few guys on the team this year, but today Coach made it sound like you've really slept with everyone."
It was completely true. Jake had slept with everyone on the team, except Carl and Josh.
"Yeah man," Carl jumped in. "We are both literally fit gay dudes in your same year, so why not us too? I don't mean to sound needy, but are you mad at us or something bro?"
Jake could see on their faces that they were genuinely surprised that he'd had sex with everyone but them.
"Of course not, dudes!" Jake responded quickly to try and assuage their fears. "I didn't mean to sleep around so much this year, and definitely didn't mean to leave you two out. Honest."
Jake could see their faces release some tension as he spoke. "Most of it just happened organically. There was the hazing party, a few guys came on to me after the orgy with Coach, and I caught a few others jerking off in the locker room. Plus, I didn't want to mess up our friendship by sleeping together or anything...or get between the two of you." It was the first time he had acknowledged the rumors of them being an item together.
Josh and Carl smiled nervously and laughed, implicitly admitting to their sexual relationship.
"Okay dude, totally understood," said Josh. He pulled the three of them together into a tight, three-way huddle, pushing their heads together and rubbing their sweaty bodies up against one another.
The tender moment was broken a moment later by the sounds of Coach approaching. "What's the commotion about?"
Carl sprung free. "We were just making fun of Jake for having fucked every guy on this soccer team but us."
Coach laughed, nearing the three guys. "Damn Jake, is that true? I knew it had been a lot, but didn't actually know it had been everyone."
"Well, nearly everyone," Jake coyly corrected him, then playfully spanked Josh and Carl on the ass.
"I guess I'm still the only one who's had sex with every single guy on the squad," Coach bragged jokingly.
"That may be true, but most of them just blew their load in you fast. I actually had sex with each of them individually, man!"
They all laughed together at the ridiculousness of the situation. At the same time, tents began to form in each of their shorts, quickly becoming visible to each other.
Coach moved so that he was standing between Josh and Carl, placing his muscular arms around their bare shoulders. "Well Jake, why don't you just let these two young men fuck you? Seems like they want to, after all."
Staring at these three fit, shirtless guys, Jake knew he wouldn't be able to control himself. Beaming, he nodded while silently approaching the three of them. Jake first kissed Josh, wrapping his arms around his muscled torso and squeezing their chests together. After a few moments he pulled away to kiss Coach, who had just broken away from a kiss with Carl, before moving down to kiss Carl himself. Jake then leaned back, beckoning all three into a tight circle.
