Joining the swim team

Finding out Istill had my cherry Fitz grew even bigger.
"Well, then we are both in for one hell of a treat," he laughed and pushed me down on my belly and used his knees
to part the long slim legs. Gazing down at the arse before him he could barely believe he was to be the first inside it.
The smooth skin was almost completely hairless, and rounded with firm muscles now clenched in apprehension.
Dropping his head, he began to rub at the cheeks firmly, feeling as the muscles relaxed until he could slip his tongue
quickly into the crack.
My back arched and waited he a few seconds until the cheeks again relaxed and he could move his tongue
repeatedly against the tight and hard little opening. Sure enough, I soon began to moan and push my hips
backwards, almost grinding my little arse up to the man who was about to invade it. Fitz gathered saliva in his
mouth and began to push it all over the writhing little arse in front of him, pushing hard against the opening until he
felt it begin to allow him to probe inside. Then he raised himself onto his knees and firmly pushed a finger against the
slick opening. Again he felt the momentary contraction, until after a few seconds the relaxation came and he slipped
his finger inside. I now gave a hearty moan and he pushed his own face deep in the straw. Fitz could feel the
expulsive force being tried against his finger which he was advancing deeper as I pushed back against him.
After just a couple of minutes, Fitz knew the moment was right, and withdrew his hand and watched as I collapsed into the straw. He then

moved his hips above the now quivering arse cheeks, and used one hand to guide the
head of his cock against the slippery opening. I took a sharp breath as Fitz pushed forward, the feeling of the
taut muscle relaxing to receive him was exquisite. For a moment I tried to wriggle forward to get away, deeper
into the straw to escape the violation behind me. But Fitz was both gentle and relentless. He placed one hand on
the shoulder beneath him and then pushed further, pulling his lover back onto his impaling shaft. I groaned so
loudly Fitz wondered briefly if there was anyone else in the bush. However, now, quite frankly he could not have
stopped if the whole team had gathered to watch. With a final thrust he felt himself slide to his full length into that
tight arse and relished the firm feel of buttocks aginst his own hips. After a moment's respite he began to build up
rhythm. Sliding firmly into the sweetly resisting heat. After a couple of violent sobs, I too, started to move in
time, tilting my back and pushing back onto the hard cock, stretchin further and further.
Fitz began to sweat, his muscles were clenching and he could feel his orgasm building, waves of pleasure spreading
all over his body. He stopped and pulled back, rising to his knees. I looked around quickly, desperate for the last
rush that would satisfy them both. Fitz used the turn to roll me over and pushed me down on his back, marvelling
again at the beauty of the slight pale adonis. My knees were bent and Fitz swiftly hooked one, pushing began
the leg up over his own shoulder and positioning himself between the hips. I was dazed and apprehensive,
but soon dropped back into the straw as Fitz began to push again into my yielding body. Now l had basically
no control over movement. Pushing forward, Fitz felt me tense and then shudder as the new position allowed him to
push deeper with each stroke. Leaning his weight against my leg I felt his cock slide to its full length and almost
cried out in joy as I gave way in complete surrender. Fitz soon built to an over whelming
climax. Thrusting himself so deep he almost felt himself go faint as his body pumped huge amounts of hot cum, deep
into that sweetly damaged arse.
Exhausted Fitz sat back and stared at the ravaged body below him. Still panting, I was recovering slowly. He
was drenched in the sweat of both men, and my softened arse was slowly dripping glistening cum onto the damp
straw. Fitz rose with his cock now limp and gathered his clothes slowly while I was lying happily and experimentally fingering my

throbbing and sticky hole. "Tomorrow?" I asked