Sharing a Sleeping Bag With a Guy On My Wrestling Team 05

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Chapter 5: Wet

I woke up first, with a strange awareness of my body. Max was close behind me and touching me, tangled up in the sleeping bag. It took me a few seconds to realize that he was still inside me, weirdly.

He was mostly hard, and half his cock was still stretching my hole open. I paused for a second to gather my awareness, then slowly squeezed him out of my ass. He didn’t even wake up.

I shifted carefully and eased myself free of the spooning, my heart pounding as I watched the other two sleeping inches from me.

I cleaned myself up as best I could, wiping sweat and cum splotches from my crotch, stomach and thighs with one of Max's shirts, shoving the sleeping bag around so nothing obvious showed, and pulling up my underwear. It felt sneaky but necessary. Max still didn’t wake up. He just breathed against my back, dead asleep, his arm laid out like he was trying to grab my waist in his sleep.

Trent and Joey stirred after I had been awake for a minute. I could feel the energy shift immediately. Trent wasn’t doing his usual morning antics, no joking, no humping anyone awake. His face looked like he hadn't slept enough. Joey noticed it too.

"What's your problem?" he asked gently. "You finally lost your mojo."

Trent shrugged it off and said nothing was wrong.

When Joey unzipped the tent and stepped out to pee, I sat up slowly, my back tight, Max still sleeping behind me. I asked Trent, quietly, what he knew.

He didn’t answer right away. He just shook his head with this half-smile that made my stomach drop.

“You see anything?” I asked.

He let out a long breath, then his lips curled like he was holding in a laugh, but he looked confused. “I heard it.”

My chest went cold.

He shifted toward the tent opening, already halfway out. As he ducked through, he added, low and quick, “Don’t worry. I won’t say anything to anyone.” Then he was gone.  

Max shifted behind me as he stirred awake, his hand drifting to my crotch and ass. It was clumsy and half-asleep, like muscle memory firing. My body reacted anyway, heat rushing to my core, a quiet throb forming in my underwear. I smacked his hand away, harder than I meant to, and he blinked himself awake, eyes unfocused, breathing uneven.

“Sorry,” he whispered.

Packing up felt kind of weird. I was wondering what was going to happen. I partially felt like Max had just had a thing for me in some bisexual way that only happened because there were no girls around for a few days. I felt like it was coming to an end too quickly. I still kind of hated Max in a way. He was cocky and made me feel competitive, but now we had found a secret hobby that we both liked, and it was hot and heavy and definitely easier to acquire than hooking up with girls.

While he packed up the cars, I kept noticing Trent in my peripheral vision. He wasn’t icy, just quiet in a way. At breakfast we sat on the same log, when our knees brushed by accident, he would move away quickly. He passed me a granola bar and our fingers touched for half a beat. My stomach flipped like I had done something wrong just by noticing it.

Trent didn’t do the usual jokes with me or Max, no fake flirting, no loud stuff. He watched me chew, looked away, then looked back. It felt kind of shitty that he felt like he couldn't make gay jokes anymore just because he discovered I had been fucking Max. Like something needed to be settled between us. I hated that I wanted the jokes back. I hated that the quiet was so weird.

The ride home put Trent and me in the far back seat of a big SUV, shoulder to shoulder with too much leg volume and not enough space for two wrestlers. Max was in the middle row and there were another five guys in the car. Coach drove and immediately put on some classic rock, prompting most of us to put in our headphones and earbuds. Some of the guys were caught up in loud conversations. No one paid attention to Trent and me in the back.

We didn’t talk at first, but after a half hour of listening to music I decided to text him. I watched as his phone buzzed softly in his palm.

Me: Hey

Trent: Hey

Me: Do you hate me now

Trent: stfu

Me: You can still do gay jokes with me

Trent: Ok

Me: You loved hearing us I bet

Trent: I'll kill you gay boy

Me: lol

I actually laughed out loud. So did he. We looked at each other with nervous smiles. I still wasn’t sure how this was going to go. I was just weirdly relieved he sounded normal again.

Trent: don’t laugh

Me: you laughed first

Trent: shut up

We paused for a beat.

Trent: so when did you start being gay

Me: Max made me do it

He punched my leg, knuckles quick and familiar, then texted me again. My phone buzzed when the road got bumpy, his knee knocking mine by accident, then staying there. We were already packed tight, but now he wasn't holding himself away from me, which felt nice.

Trent: yeah right

Me: you loved hearing it I bet

Trent: kys

Me: violent

Trent: only a little

Me: you sound normal again

Trent: relax

Me: seriously tho

Trent: I know

Me: know what

Trent: that it was hot

Me: 👀

Trent: stop

Me: you punched me

Trent: bc you deserved it

Me: move your knee its in my way

Trent: move yours

Me: car’s too bumpy

Trent: liar

Me: you smell good

Trent: I stg

Me: hoodie detergent hits

Trent: don’t make it weird

Me: too late

Trent: I’m straight

Me: same

Trent: swear

Me: obviously

Trent: your leg ok

Me: yeah

Trent: good

Me: something else isn’t

Trent: ???

Me: nvm

Trent: I can see your bulge

Me: don’t look then

Trent: not looking

Me: liar

Trent: hide it better

Me: I can't

We went on fucking around for a while like that, eventually falling asleep. It was fun to be joking with him again. The stress in my body fell away a bit. 

After we stopped for lunch, seats got shuffled and coach moved one large duffle from the back seat to the middle, so now it ended up me, Max, and Trent together in the far back since a space had opened up. I was in the middle, between them. It felt intentional even if nobody said it.

Max sprawled and man-spread a bit, wide and confident, his thigh pressing into mine, pushing me harder into Trent, who sat tighter, knees angled in. Once we started moving, each of their arms brushed my ribs every time the car swayed. I felt boxed in by heat and muscles. After the events of this trip, though, I didn't hate it. It just made me feel like we should be having more fun than we were.

Max talked about girls from school, showing pics, laughing, and I nodded along, getting turned on like I always did when girls came up, except my pulse jumped every time the two of them leaned over me to see each other's phones and stuff like that.

When the conversation went silent, I could sense that everyone was about to close their eyes for a car trip nap. I decided to let Max in on the new developments. 

I pulled my phone out low, screen dimmed, and texted Max while everyone settled.

Me: hey

Max: what’s up

Me: Trent heard last night

Max: …heard what

Me: all of it

Max: no way

Me: way

Max: 😳

Me: he’s not mad

Max: you sure

Me: he’s cool

Max: define cool

Me: he's just cool idk

Max: kinda weird?

Me: yeah tbh

Max: that’s hot

Me: dude

Max: I’m smiling

Me: stop

Max: I am so awake now

Me: same unfortunately

Max: you thinking what I’m thinking

Me: no

Max: liar

Me: we’re in a car

Max: I know

Me: don’t

Max: relax

Me: I’m serious

Max: I won’t be obvious

Me: Max

Max: fine

Me: thank you

Max: but also

Me: no

Max: I’ll behave

Me: 😑

Max: mostly

My heart raced as I thought about what Max was going to do, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to resist. The road hummed. Music thumped. The SUV smelled like fries and deodorant. After a few minutes, I thought we were going to be in the clear. Trent had fallen asleep, or at least had his eyes closed for a long time.

But then Max’s hand rested on my thigh. My heart raced for a second. I looked at Trent, whose eyes were still closed.

Max's hand crawled up my thigh and went into my shorts. I was hard in an instant. I looked around. No one was looking at us. They were all playing on their phones or asleep. 

Trent's knee pressed into mine, and I looked up to see him awake, letting me know he could see what we were doing. He was looking at me and Max like we were crazy. I just smiled nervously, mouthing to him, "See? It's all Max, not me."

My breath went shallow. I stared straight ahead, jaw tight, pretending nothing was happening while my stubborn boner made itself known, trapped between thin gym shorts and two other wrestler's powerful legs. Max shifted and smirked like he felt it. Trent looked anywhere but down, cheeks pink, texting me from six inches away, “bro wtf” I typed back, “I don't even know” even as my body betrayed me, heat building, thoughts drifting into horniness, stuck between wanting to disappear and wanting Max to get even riskier.

Max didn't seem to give a fuck what anyone did or if Trent was there at all. If anything, he seemed spurred on by the fact that Trent was going to be witness to our dalliance. 

An hour in of Max lightly fondling me under my shorts, Trent had started ignoring us and playing on his phone. Max finally leaned down and pulled my leaking dick out from the leg hole of my shorts. Trent looked again, and his jaw dropped, then suddenly corrected, trying not to give away what we were doing.

Max's mouth quickly dropped onto my dick and he started quietly tonguing me. He did the thing he did best, muffled and careful, but still not caring as much as he should about who might notice. The car rocked gently with the road, helping him generate a rhythm as he pleasured me orally.

Trent pulled his hoodie over his eyes like he was hiding, but his phone lit up immediately. My pocket buzzed. “wtf,” he texted, then, a second later, “are you serious.” I couldn’t answer out loud. I just nodded once, tiny, and Max kept going, patient and relentless, until my thighs were tight and my thoughts were gone. No one else noticed. The others slept, Coach drove with the classic rock up loud.

Another buzz.

Trent: dude you’re huge

Max glanced up, and I turned my phone to show him Trent's text.

He smirked, and whispered to Trent, “Stop peeking or join us.”

That hit me harder than it should have. I felt a flash of jealousy I didn’t even want to acknowledge. Trent didn’t move. He just shook his head, smirking at us.

I turned my attention back to Max, running my fingers through his hair while he worked me with his tongue. It felt so good to have a slow blowjob. I'd never really had one that wasn't hurried. I reached for Max's dick over his shorts, and he pulled himself out. I started stroking him casually when my phone buzzed again.

Trent: Are you guys gonna cum?

Me: Duh

Trent: Do it then pussy

Me: I will

It felt like he was fighting himself, caught between not wanting to be left out of our little thing, and the word gay echoing too loud in his head. Even when he covered his eyes or turned away, I could feel him wanting to keep watching, curious in his own way.

Max started to stroke my balls and press on my taint, and stroking my shaft while he nursed the thick head of my cock. I texted Trent again.

Me: I'm about to cum

Max felt me throbbing, and I felt Trent's attention lock in as he stared straight down at my crotch. Max shifted at the last second, pulling back just enough, his hand taking over with quick, practiced strokes. My body tipped, heat rushing through me, and my release broke in short pulses while Trent watched every second like he couldn’t look away. Max leaned back in, catching the watery, white squirts of my load with his mouth, pooling the mixture of cum and spit onto his tongue. My head went empty with the ecstasy of orgasm, the sight of Max's tongue turned into a cum receptacle burning into me. Being watched made everything even sharper and more vivid. Max sat up fast, breathing hard, finishing himself with a few rough strokes, streaking his stomach with a thick, white glaze as he exhaled like he’d been holding it in the whole ride.

Max and I sat still for a moment, suddenly hit with the strong smell of cum. Our eyes went wide at the same time, scared that the others in the car would smell something and look back at us. We looked around frantically for something to clean up with, trying not to draw any attention, when Trent came to the rescue.

He reached into his bag and threw a pack of tissues to us. Max and I immediately ripped it open and split it in half between us.

We cleaned up in small, careful motions. Trent sat rigid, staring out the window, jaw tight. He looked rattled in a quiet way, not embarrassed exactly, more like something had been knocked loose in his world view. I projected a bit of how I felt after the first night with Max, assuming he must have felt similarly. Every so often his eyes flicked to the reflection in the glass, then to me, then away again. I caught him adjusting his crotch a few times, subtle but obvious to me, and the thought of what he was replaying made my pulse jump. I started wondering what this would look like once we were back in the real world, lockers and hallways and girls. Even wrestling practice and showering. I assumed that with Max being the way he was, at least some of this would follow us home. I wondered how long it would be before it got out to more people. I didn't want to trip out before anything even happened, but I was still writing my own obituary in my head.

Max leaned into me as the road smoothed out, his mass heavy and warm. His hand found my thigh again, this time slow, grounding, like a statement without words. I let mine rest on his as well, fingers spread, feeling the heat through the fabric. Trent looked over. He shifted, exhaled through his nose, then closed his eyes like he was trying to shut the picture off. The car continued to hum as the night got darker, the music low, everyone else asleep. Just as it started to pour down rain, claps of thunder piercing through the classic rock that the coach was still playing, I drifted off with Max’s hand still there, our thighs pressed together, my mind stuck with the sense that whatever had started was not done yet.