Page 46 of Advanced Chemistry

“Shit,” Sebastian gasped out as Chase rubbed his fingers in tight circles.

“How does that feel?” I asked Chase as I massaged his neck.

“Really good.”

“Did you want to get your oil checked?”

He nodded yes, desire clouding his eyes.

“Good. Since you’re an honorary wrestler, you should experience it for yourself. How about it, Seb?” I slapped Sebastian’s ass to bring him out of his haze.

“Uh huh.”

“Stand up,” I ordered.

Chase looked down at us, so innocent in his button-down plaid shirt and pants, a touch of fear behind his thick glasses.

Sebastian and I stood up, our muscular bodies easily dwarfing his lithe frame. I undid his shirt and slid it off. Sebastian unbuckled Chase’s belt, then pushed his pants to the floor. Chase rolled his head back and a sweet moan escaped his lips. I kissed along his shoulders. Sebastian met up and kissed Chase’s back. Our lips got close but didn’t touch.

“All wrestlers do this after each meet, to promote good sportsmanship,” I said, my voice teasing. I reached behind Chase and stroked my fingers down Sebastian’s side, savoring the curves of his abs.

“It’s also a good way to stretch,” said Sebastian. He reached forward and pinched my nipple, sending a jolt of lust up my chest.

My mouth skimmed Chase’s neck, over his soft, stubbled chin, up to his pink, fat bottom lip. I pushed past his teeth, my tongue conquering him, Chase giving in to our heat. My hands grabbed at his back, then fell down Sebastian’s chest. It was an abundance of riches.

Chase let out a hard gasp, his eyes bolting open.

He looked over his shoulder.

“And that’s checking the oil,” said Sebastian. His fingers were pressed against Chase’s sensitive area, perhaps a little too firmly.

“It’s very alerting,” Chase said, catching his breath. His head fell back on Sebastian’s shoulder as Sebastian continued to dig his fingers in. He pushed his ass into those greedy fingers.

Why were we still wearing underwear? I pushed Chase’s to the floor. He was naked, pale, soft, all for us. He was prey ready to be attacked by two wrestling animals.

Sebastian gripped his arms around Chase’s waist and threw him to the floor. I lifted Chase’s legs over his head. He was very foldable, his knees coming to his chest. His hard cock dripped precome onto his stomach. His pink hole was up in the air.

I held out my middle and index fingers and slid them into Sebastian’s mouth. Slicked up, I entered them into Chase’s hole.

“Checking the oil,” I whispered.

Chase croaked out a delicious moan. His composed demeanor fell in an instant. I slid my fingers in and out, while Sebastian dipped down and sucked his dick. We attacked him from both ends. He’d given us pleasure last weekend. It was our turn to return the favor.

An indecipherable string of pants and moans were falling from Chase’s mouth. I lifted his hips for better leverage. He was practically upside down, ass and cock high in the air. I flicked my tongue over his opening, circling the pink rim and slipping inside while Sebastian disappeared his cock inside his hot mouth.

Chase was warm, pulsing under my touch.

“I really like wrestling,” he said. “It’s much more homoerotic than I thought.”

“Mr. M., you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

I held out my fingers to Sebastian, silently commanding him to wet them. He took them in his mouth, coating them with fresh saliva. I re-entered Chase, stretching his tight hole.

“Does Teach like getting double-teamed by his students?” Sebastian uttered in a husky tone, his throat tight.

“Yes,” Chase whispered. “More.”

I fucked him with my tongue. His moans and his scent intoxicated me, as did watching Sebastian take him to his base. He dragged the flat of his tongue to Chase’s balls. I met Sebastian for a sloppy kiss over Chase’s most sensitive area. I pulled Sebastian closer, wanting to feel all of him.

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