Swim Team Fuks Coach Pt 3

I bobbed between them, one cock in my mouth, the other in my hand, trading off until they were both gasping, dripping, begging. The sounds were obscene–wet suckling, the slap of skin against my palm, their desperate moans echoing off the tiles.
Part 2
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I laughed, delighted. “Trying and failing.”
I reached out and ran my knuckles down their chests, slowly–Jayden’s sharp and lean, Mason’s thick and trembling. Their cocks twitched in unison. I didn’t touch them. Not yet.
“Okay, muchachos,” I murmured. “Here’s how this works.”
I sat back on my heels. “First one to beg the prettiest gets my mouth. Second one gets my hand.”
They stared at me, stunned.
“Ándale,” I said, smirking.
And just like that, they fell over each other–words, whimpers, filthy promises. Jayden crooned about how good my lips felt, how he’d cry if I just sucked him once. Mason whispered that he needed me, that he’d carry my bags for a week, clean my apartment, massage my feet–just please, please touch him. I watched them both squirm, biting my lip. God, I loved this game.
Jayden’s voice tipped the scales. To be honest, I wasn’t surprised. He’d always been the more daring one.
“I’ve been dreaming about it,” he murmured, voice low and trembling. “Waking up hard thinking about how your lips would feel. How wet your mouth gets when you’re moaning around my cock. Please, Diego. Please.”
Mason groaned aloud. “Fuck, he’s gonna win, isn’t he?”
I smirked. “He is.”
Jayden looked smug as hell–until I leaned forward and licked a slow, lazy stripe up Mason’s shaft.
He gasped. “Wait–!”
“Shh,” I said, gripping the base of his cock in one hand, and Jayden’s in the other. “I said first one gets my mouth. I never said I wouldn’t give it to both of you.”
Jayden let out a breathless curse. “You bastard.”
“Language,” I said, before swallowing the...