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The primary theme of this series is "sauna sex"
See Chapter 8 (the)
alternate chapter) for a the glory hole
component that first brought
brought this series to my attention. Meanwhile,
if you enjoy reading
about no holes barred locker room and bathroom
sex including in the
stalls and etc., well,
as the author says... "unzip and enjoy."
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Team Reward (Parts 1 - 3)
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
Warning: the following stories contain graphic descriptions of sexual
material. If you are underage or do not wish to read such materials, read
no further.
This is the first in a series of stories about sauna sex. This part is also
a bit of an unofficial sequel to "After Football Practice" for all you guys
who have written asking for more.
If you have comments, send them to billdrake@hotmail.com. Meanwhile, sit
back unzip, and enjoy.
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Part 1
It was weight-training day for the Jackson High football team. Coach
Williams looked around the room and surveyed the sweaty shirtless young
jocks, all of them giving 100% in their afternoon workouts. He was
impressed with the way their bodies were shaping up, putting on musculature
and sheer power by the month. The linebackers were really gaining mass and
with toughs like 6'4" brick shithouse Randy Fulsom or even bigger Darnell
Weston, he knew that defense would be top-notch this year. The running
backs weren't up to full performance, but between extra runs after practice
and extra squats, their legs were becoming massive trunks of power. Coach
had even persuade Mike White, whose slightly stocky but powerful body
befitted the guy who was the school's baseball star during the off season,
to slim down. But the team's biggest asset was the tall, sandy-blonde
quarterback Tim Fitzgerald. He not only the team star, but the top-ranked
quarterback in the whole state. One look at his studly body said why:
6-foot-5 frame and two massive balls of biceps. In all his career Coach had
never seen one of his athletes or even those on competing teams achieve the
arm power that Tim had.
Coach himself had pretty amazing biceps, which bulged and flexed as he
repeated curl after curl. He may have worked his athletes to the bone, but
every time he joined them in their weight routines. The results showed, as
the 33-year-old exhibited a flawless body. Big meaty pecs, strong arms, a
trim waist, and powerful legs and ass.
He wanted to make sure that his winning football team continued their
success and won this next Friday's game, which would be necessary to
qualify them for playoffs. He'd talked with some community business leaders
who were willing to give some money to reward the team. If Coach knew his
boys, a good reward would be just what it took to take State this year.
He went to shower up. Coach usually waited til after his athletes were
finished with their shower, but today he was eager to give them the news,
so he washed up while they went through their free-weight workouts. He got
out as some of the athletes were finishing up their last sets. Wrapped in a
towel, Coach stood before the group of young men and announced his new
plan.
The players looked up at their coach, who stood before them wearing just
his white towel around his waist. Little drops of moisture clung to the
chairs on his broad chest and some of the fellows could not help but admire
his physique and the thick tube of cockmeat that showed even soft
underneath Coach's towel.
"Boys," he announced, "I have an offer for you. I've been talking to some
others in town and we've agreed that you guys have done an amazing job this
year and we know you can go all the way to State championships. But we have
one of our hardest games this Friday against Hancock County. So we wanted
to reward you all with something if you win this one."
"What is it, Coach?" Randy called out. He was stripped to his waist and
moist with sweat, as his upper-body muscles twitched from the strenuous
workout.
"You know that spare room by the shower area? Well, if you guys win, we're
getting it converted into a steam room. You guys work hard and I know you
can use someplace to relax after practice or the games. So think hard about
it and work your asses off this week."
When Coach was done and had gone back to his office, the young men broke up
talking excitedly about how great it would be to have a steamroom in the
lockeroom and how they had to win this game Friday no matter what.
After a few minutes, Coach stuck his head out of his door and barked,
"Where's White?!?"
Mike was getting out of the shower, his naked stud body shifting slowly
side to side as he walked into the lockerroom.
"Yeah coach?" he asked.
"In my office. Now!"
Mike sauntered over to Coach's office, his towel draped over his muscled
shoulder. Brad, a sophomore on the team watched that perfect backside as it
disappeared into the office and the door shut. He couldn't tell what he
wanted more: to be Mike White or to fuck him.
As the door closed, Coach dropped his towel. The semi-firm prick that swung
between his legs began to lift up and harden. Mike watched in fascination
as the cock grew larger and larger. The built running back could feel his
own cock rise as he watched the older man throw a big fat 11-inch boner.
Slowly, Mike massaged his own firm pecs with his left arm as his right
clasped down on his shaft and started jacking off.
He knew what to do. His knees barely touched the office floor when Coach
slammed his hard fuckmeat down this jockkid's throat.
********
Darnell sat on his haunches in the shower room. The air was warm and humid
with steam from the shower spray all around him and his teammates' flesh
felt just as hot and wet. Darnell was one hulk of a man. Even at 18 years,
he was a sight to be feared, the kind of large body where you couldn't tell
where the fat stopped and the muscle began. It was all thick, powerful and
hard.
What his teammates knew though, was that Darnell Weston loved ass. More
precisely, he lived for licking ass and jock ass at that. He loved the
unadulterated masculine taste of stud butt. He loved feeling those hard
bodies squirm above him as he rimmed their puckered holes. He loved to feel
jock assring clamp tight around his tongue as the guy shot his seed.
This afternoon he squatted in the steamy tiled room as one by one the
players took their turn sitting on his face.
First, Peter Marks stepped up to Darnell and wriggled his butt back onto
his extended tongue. Peter was a sophomore but already was packing some
muscle onto his young frame. He wasn't particularly big-dicked so the guys
often kidded him about putting on bulk to make up for a small dick. Darnell
couldn't care less, as Pete had the finest twin globes of hunk ass in the
whole school. Some of the guys on the team had an ass of pure muscle, so
hard that it was a chore to part the cheeks to lick . Other guys had looser
butts, which made access easier but did not give that tautness that Darnell
liked. Peter had the perfect ass: a nice bubble-butt that was firm but not
too hard and tight and which gave plenty for a fellow to hang on to as he
ate his way around a horny jock hole.
The mounds of flesh hugged the fullback's cheeks as his tongue licked the
hairy crevice of his fellow football player's ass. The wet dew of the
shower spray mixed with the salty taste of the jock's skin. Slowly but
firmly, Darnell pushed forward with his tongue, prodding the sphincter with
more and more pressure. He relished how the ring got looser and looser as
his tongue darted across and eventually gave way.
As that expert tongue flicked past his tight pucker, Peter moaned
involuntarily. Darnell had a huge tongue. It was long and it was thick, but
best of all it changed shape depending on how Darnell used it. Lapping at
his crack, it could be thick and wide. The next minute, it would be
plunging deep up his hole, licking the soft flesh of his innards and
tickling his prostate until a small river flowed from his pissslit.
Each movement of that tongue drove Peter wilder with hot fucklust. He rode
his ass into Darnell's face, grinding his hips back to get every millimeter
of tongue muscle into his anus. He didn't know how long he could hold off
with this assault going on. It was the full tongue-fuck that did it, as
Darnell flitted in and out of the hole, slurping hot jock juices and
getting Peter off in an explosive orgasm.
********
"Ooh fuck, White, you got my dick so hard, you know that?"
The young athlete mumbled something but with his mouth stuffed full of big,
hard coach dick, Williams could only make out that his best running back
was one horny kid hungry for cock.
"Yeah, fucker, I can tell you like that big cock. Look at the way you're
eating that meat. I can always spot a dick-eating jock when I see one." He
rammed more cock down the junior's throat, then pulled back so that the
head grazed the lips. Slowly, he rubbed his pissslit along the offenceman's
lips.
White stared up in lustful amazement at his naked and powerful coach.
Catching his breath, he said, "Fuck, sir, your dick is so big."
"Makes you hard just to suck on it, huh, White?" the coach barked. He
didn't need an answer: his fuckmate's dick was already hard as stone and
leaking on the office floor. Williams loved the power he had over this
young stud. It made his prick drip even more juice onto Mike's tongue as
the shaft slid back in, first shallow then deep.
Coach encouraged him. "Yeah, stud, get your jocklips around that pole.
Yeah, White, you get my dick so hard sometimes it hurts. I love the way you
walk around the school real cocky, sometimes I just want to pin you against
the lockers and rip your fucking jeans off and fuck you right there. Shoot
coach's seed deep up your jock ass."
By now Mike was moaning around that huge dick pounding in and out of his
face. He was moaning for more. More cock, more hard fucking. He wanted to
tell coach that he could fuck him anytime, that his ass twitched everytime
he saw that huge piece of flesh jutting out between coach's hairy legs. He
wanted to tell Coach that his favorite thing in the world was to bend over
and feel that mammoth dick start spreading his hole apart or to feel the
still-warm mancream coat his inner thighs as he walked to the showers after
a hard fuck. He couldn't say anything however, because that powerful piece
of meat was stretching the back of Mike's throat. Balls slapped his chin
and he could taste the definite taste of pure, masculine power as Coach let
loose with a good quarter cup of sperm down his esophagus.
When Coach recovered and withdrew his meaty cock from those perfect athlete
lips, the two men swapped position. Coach began munching on those swollen
jock nights like there was no tomorrow. With one wet finger he invaded
Mike's ass with two adroit fingers that began a hard fuck. Mike was so
close it didn't take even a minute before he was spewing his seed all over
the office and especially all over coach's face and hair and hard body.
Coach licked up Mike's thick shaft and tasted the juicy mancream coating
the sides. He loved jockcream so much he couldn't bare to suck it all down
his throat without tasting it and feeling it coat his skin. His players
knew that and always made sure to empty their balls all over Coach, just
like he wanted.
As Mike returned to the locker room, Coach stepped out, still covered in
sperm, and called to his men. "All right, next...!"
*********
Finally, it was Tim's turn. More than any other guy he could think of,
Fitzgerald made Darnell hotter than fuck. Such a hot stud, with a killer
body and biceps bigger than softballs. One taste of that fine quarterback
ass and that's all it took for the big man. Like a whinnying horse,
Darnell's fullback meat jumped up and down and shot his white froth all
over the shower tile.
As Darnell shot his seed, Tim quickly grabbed his spasming cock and pumped
his own load all over a couple of the spectating teammates. Goddamn, he
thought to himself as he watched his own cum drip slowly down the hunks'
bodies, this is going to be one fine year for football.
Part 2
Friday morning, there was a big pep rally for the Jackson High team. All of
the players stood up on a stage in the gymnasium, dressed in jeans and
their football jerseys. Secretly everyone admired what a collection of
studs were on display. Mr. Johnson, the History teacher who was one of the
most popular teachers among the students, was one of the admirers. Married
and with two kids, Lisa and Hank, the gorgeous 45-year-old knew he couldn't
get enough dick. Something about the young studs always around him kept his
dick horny and leaking and his big balls ready for action.
And one stud dick always got him hot: that thick quarterback slab of
fuckmeat. His burly arm wrapped around Tim's shoulder as he took the
microphone and led the audience in a cheer for the star quarterback. He
handed the mic back the principal and still smiling, he leaned into Tim's
ear and whispered, "Keep up the good work, Tim."
"Thanks, Mr. Johnson."
"How about a good fuck? I'll let you dick my ass like you've wanted to all
year, Fitzgerald."
It was true. His hunky history teacher had sucked him off a couple times
after a big win or when he passed the semester, but the action had never
gone beyond that. The quarterback had to admit Mr. Johnson made him hot.
The man was almost as tall as he was, with a body that was in top shape.
What's more, the man had one incredible ass. Even now, with this man's firm
arm resting on his delts, Tim was getting aroused and could feel his
gargantuan cock snake down the leg of his jeans.
He leaned close into Mr. Johnson, practically tongue-fucking the man as he
hoarsely whispered. "Sounds hot, sir. When?"
"After the rally. I'll be in my office," his teacher answered through the
clenched teeth of a smile. Tim grinned and felt his balls tighten up with
the full weight of a major jock spew of cum.
*********
Art Harris, the assistant football coach and the physical education teacher
for the school grabbed his crotch and massaged his heavy prick through his
sweatpants. He was in his office during his break period and was talking on
the phone.
"Yeah, how'd you like me to fuck that blonde cop butt of yours tonight?"
"Man, I don't know" the voice on the other end responded, "after the way
you fucked me last night, I don't know if I can take any more."
"Shit, stud, you fucking loved it. You were bucking that fine ass so hard
it about broke my dick off."
"Yeah," the voice admitted, "I can't help it. Everytime you screw me, I
want more."
Coach Harris looked out his office window onto the gym floor. Rich, hid
aide during third period was sweeping up after the pep rally. Rich wasn't
an athlete but had a jock-like appearance with a cute face and great
body. Harris just stared at the boy as he talked on the phone and pulled
out his prick.
"Stud, you're getting me hot, know that? My dick is all hard thinking about
fucking you silly when I get home... Teach your cop ass a lesson. It's
always the same: cop pulls you over, all cocky and in charge. Then he sees
my big dick and in no time I'm dicking his police ass. "
Coach could see his aide start finishing up and walk toward his
office. Harris peeled down his sweats until he was standing in only a
T-shirt and big, fat hardon.
The cop on the line continued, "Damn straight, sir. Never seen a cock as
big as yours. Should I come over, so you can fuck me this afternoon, sir? I
don't think I can wait""
Rich entered the office and saw Coach standing there naked and hard. He
wasn't surprised, his coach was always horny. He put away the broom and got
working on the man's dick as the guy talked on the phone.
"Yeah, slut, I bet you can't wait. Should have you over here and fuck you
right here in my office. Let a couple of my boys watch... I bet they'd love
to see a police officer squirm and beg as their coach's big cock fucked his
ass. Yeah, I'd shoot a big load and get all nice and wet for all that
football player dick. Huh? You'd like that, wouldn't ya? Feel each of my
players' dicks slide into you one by one. So horny they can't control
themselves. Yeah, well get your cop ass over here. And don't put anything
on under that uniform, I want your dick nice and raw. Yeah, bye."
Coach hung up and was able to concentrate on the fine blowjob his student
was giving him. "Fuck, boy, you really know how to give head don't ya. Oh,
shit I'm just about there. Yeah, that's it boy, keep sucking. Keep sucking
daddy's dick. It's hard and ready to shoot. Yeah, you want my sperm, son?
Oh, yeah daddy's giving it up, letting his load go you got me so worked
up. HERE IT COMES, FUCKER."
Rich almost choked on the torrent of cream hosing down his throat but he
was happy Coach shot an extra big load today. He hadn't missed a load for a
single day this year.
*********
Hank Johnson stood at the urinal pissing during breaks between periods.
The junior had inherited his father's charming good looks and - from his
mother's side - one fucking long dick. It wasn't exceptionally thick, but
hard it reached a good foot long and even soft flopped down at a heavy
7inches. Unfortunately Hank was also as perpetually horny as his father and
could rarely keep his superlong cock down.
Especially now. Randy Fulson stepped up to the urinal next to his and began
to let loose with his stream of piss. Hank could make out that thick,
stubby cock and his own dick shot up to a full raging hardon. He loved big,
beefy guys and Randy was his ideal, with his huge linebacker body, thick
neck, bulging delts, powerful chest and a bit of a belly for bulk. The guy
could over power any other guy in the school, and Hank had jerked off many
times fantasizing about Randy Fulsom overpowering him and fucking him raw.
Hank heard the sound of a small drop in the urinal and looked down. His
hardon was coated with rivulets of precum that dripped off the bottom of
his nutsac into the piss below.
Randy turned his head and noticed the obscene sight before him. He sprung
an immediate boner looking at the junior's foot-long hotdog.
"Fuck Hank!" the linebacker cried. "That's a damn fine dick you got there."
Hank grabbed his rod and started stroking, massaging the liquid oozing from
the tip all over the shaft. He didn't really mean to start jerking off in
front of the football player. He just couldn't control himself.
"You like it?" he asked nervously.
"Fuck, yeah," Randy replied. Quickly he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his
bulging white torso dusted with a few brown hairs. Hank's cock twitched at
the sight of his dream god baring his flesh.
Randy scooted up to Hank and pressed their bodies together. "That fucker's
way too big for my ass," he said, "but I gotta feel what its like to have a
guy fuck my man-titties."
"Ooh fuck yeah," Hank let out involuntarily as he peeled off his T-shirt.
He was an inch or two taller than Randy, so their position was perfect.
Randy's fireplug cock slipped between Hank's hairy thighs and began a slow
fuck, while Hank's massive meat was trapped between the two studs' torsos.
It was times like these that Hank was glad he had a long prick. For
simultaneously he could feel the hairs tickling his cockhead while the
modest layer of fat on Randy's abdomen massaged the length of his rod. It
was incredible.
The two met in a deep, sloppy kiss, feeling each other's tongue probe deep
as their met slid along deep into the crevice the other was creating -
Randy in between his pecs, Hank in between his thighs. Randy upped the ante
by squeezing his pecs into mounds of manmuscle at each side of Hank's
cock. The effect was immediate as Hank gasped and showered Randy with jet
after jet of horny teenage cum. White globules clung to the thick
linebacker neck and oozed down onto his chest.
In another instant, Randy hosed his jockwad all over the underside of
Hank's balls, painting the thick forest of dark hair between the two
muscular thighs with white seed.
As they wound down, they met in another kiss. Randy said, "It looks like
we're going to have to do this sometime again, aren't we stud?"
Hank just rubbed his still-erect cock all over the linebacker's cum-soaked
chest and replied, "Yeah, like right now."
Other guys were coming into piss, but the two guys didn't care they were so
lost in fuck pleasure.
*********
Back in Mr. Johnson's office, Tim had his teacher's trousers down to the
guy's ankles and took a second to admire that beautiful ass. It was firm
and round and covered with a light coat of brown hair. The thin down
tickled his tongue as it brushed across the surface of the teacher's
muscular round asscheeks.
"Ah, yeah, Fitzgerald, lick my ass. Get it all wet for your big cock."
Tim licked with wide strokes, tickling the puckered hole deep in the
crevice. As his teacher moaned, he began darting the tip of the tongue at
the tight ring, applying more and more pressure. Mr. Johnson's
fuckhole
relaxed and let in the quarterback's adroit tongue. The man was in heaven
as the young stud fucked in and out of that hole, licking the insides of
the grown man's rectum, getting it all nice and wet.
Finally, Tim stood up, with his 11-inch cockmeat in hand. The feel of the
monster at his backside made Mr. Johnson shiver in anticipation. Slowly,
Tim slipped his flared cockhead into the twitching sphincter. It was
neither a hard thrust not gentle, just a firm shove in that was confident
that his horny teacher was hungry for football-jock cock to start reaming
the shit out of him. And true enough, the man's rectum opened right up and
Tim's shaft sunk in.
"Oh jesus, Tim, that feels hot. Keep sliding that big dick up my hole."
The heat of Mr. Johnson's rectum was driving the quarterback crazy. "Yes,
sir, Mr. Johnson. You don't have to ask. I want to fuck this ass all the
time."
"Shit, Fitzgerald, I don't know why I haven't let you dick me earlier, it
feel so... aw fuck, drive it deeper up there, stud. I'm gonna... fuck,
hell, I'm shooting it now... ahh!"
Mr. Johnson's sperm flew out of his engorged cock and onto his desk and
over the term papers he was grading. He wasn't phased. He just asked for
more.
"Come on, stud. Keep fucking me good. I have another couple load in these
balls of mine."
The young man did as he was told. He loved the feeling of power he held
over this hunk of a man, dominating him with his huge cock and making him
squirm with pleasure on the desk. There was something so hot about the
sight - Mr. Johnson's beefy body still clad in a white dress shirt, without
anything to cover his lower half. And Tim's giant staff disappearing
between those firm cheeks each time he thrust in.
By the time Tim had emptied his jock cream into the man's bowels,
Mr. Johnson had indeed shot a couple of times, each time clamping his
rectum walls tight against Fitzgerald's prick and spouting the raunchiest
talk.
"Yeah, Mr. Johnson," Tim breathed, "I'm gonna have to fuck this butt all
the time." He shot a huge load and his large cock kept fucking the cum
deeper and deeper up the hunk's guts.
Mr. Johnson was nearly fucked unconscious and lay still except for
involuntary grinds of his ass against an imaginary cock. Tim had already
stuffed his dick into his jeans and had left the office.
As Tim rounded corner around from the teacher's office, he about bumped
into Principal Reece.
"Hello, Mr. Reece" he said, still flush with post-orgasmic glow. The
principal recognized the freshly-fucked look in the star quarterback's
face, but he didn't say anything about it. He just congratulated the
student for the team's great season and told him he'd see him after this
week's game.
"Thanks, sir." Tim said and began walking on his way.
The principal groped the meat in his trousers and felt his spongy-hard cock
pulse in his grip. He had a good load stored up in his balls that needed
unloading. What his dick wouldn't do for a go at the team's quarterback.
But as he opened the office door and saw the hot teacher, ass exposed and
fresh football-jock cum leaking from his puffy, well-fucked hole, well, the
principal knew he and his dick had come to the right place.
Part 3
It was Jackson County High's game against Hancock county. Coach knew his
boys could win this one, but it would be a tough match. Hancock had one of
the best teams in the state, thanks to a couple of star players and Coach
Wade Martin, whose reputation for driving his fellows to work harder was
known statewide.
Coach Williams was incredibly nervous. He had just given his guys the usual
pre-game pep talk and last minute strategy, this time reminding them that
if they won this game, the Jackson County Bulls would have a steam room
added to their already spacious locker room.
Now he waited outside, as the band played their pre-game show on the
field. Less than ten minutes before the game begun and Coach couldn't
concentrate. For starters, his dick was hard as a diamond and made an
obscene bulge in his Bike shorts. His cock always hardened up in moments
like these, but tonight was particularly bad. He knew he'd have to do
something about it or he'd
Then he looked up at the crowd and noticed him. About 35 years old, 6'1"
hunk, looked like the typical settled dad, and one who had kept his body in
fine fuckable form. Nice thick muscles, obviously hairy and judging from
the nice round package, moderately to well hung. Coach's cock stirred as he
watched this prime specimen of daddy fuckmeat leave his wife and daughter
and walk toward the men's room.
Williams told assistant Coach Harris that he'd be right back and that he
had to piss. Art Harris could see the major fuck package swelling in
Williams' shorts, but he didn't say anything and just laughed. He knew
Coach sometimes liked to shoot a good wad of man seed before the game to
relieve some of the tension. Art himself liked to save it all for after the
game, when he knows the players will be all worked up, pumped with
adrenaline and at their horniest. He gave his cock a little squeeze to
adjust it as his thoughts drifted to hot jock ass.
**********
Just a little earlier, Mark Jacobs, sports reporter from the Jackson
Country Tribune, walked into the Visitors locker room. The athletes were
changing into their uniforms, securing their pads and slipping on their
jerseys. Jacobs would talk to a few of the players later. Right now, he
wanted to see if he could speak to the coach before the game.
Not being the home team lockerroom, the area was smaller and oddly laid
out. The lockers were in front, the shower room in the middle, and the
storage and office rooms in the back. Jacobs rounded the corner of the
shower room and saw that the office door was slightly ajar. He heard voices
from within so hesitated for a second.
"Oh, fuck sir, I can't stand it." The voice quivered with pain and broke
off in a slight gasp and a sob choked down the throat.
He heard another grunt of pain, then a baritone adult voice barked, "You
fucking dick slime, Wilson. Why the fuck should I show you any mercy?"
"Please, sir. Stop, I can't take it any more. Oh, fuck!"
Jacobs was worried something awful was happening but at the same time he
felt intrusive. Slowly and quietly, he approached the crack in the door and
peered in. Before him was one of the hottest scenes he could imagine. A
young, built man, who he recognized as Blaine Wilson, the starting
quarterback, stood with his hands against the wall and his legs spread. He
wore his shoulder pads and jersey, which shimmered in the light as the
athlete's body shook uncontrollably. Otherwise, the quarterback was fully
naked.
Jacobs admired the sinewy, powerful legs and the calf muscles that flexed
as the boy strained to hold himself still. Then there was that ass: big,
melons of sheer jock muscle that were still tender with youth. Jacobs
watched as Coach Martin'e dick slid deeper between those fine cheeks and
fucked deep into the athlete's bowels.
"Ooh, stud, you've made your Coach into one horndog, you know that? Yeah,
I'd love to shoot in that ass right now, let my cream soak your tight
football pants while you're out there on that field."
"Aah, yeah, Coach, fuck my hole full of your jizz, man. I can't take it
anymore. I've gotta shoot!"
The kid tried to reach down and grab his big, throbbing hardon that was
leaking enough dick juice to bathe his tight and horny teenage balls. Coach
grabbed the strong quarterback arm and jerked it away. Blaine lost balance
and fell forward into the cold wall as the elder man pounded him hard from
behind.
"No you don't, fucker. You may be the star of the team, but I'm fucking
boss here, get it? You play ball best when you're horny and I want you
hornier than you've ever been when you're out there tonight. Get it,
fuckwad?
Mark was throwing an incredible boner spying on the action. He wanted to
take his prick out and work a good hot load out of it, but right now he
couldn't take his attention away from the hot fuck going on before his
eyes.
Now Blaine was bucking his round ass down hard onto Coach's dick. "Yes
sir. Oh, fuck that hole, sir." Each thrust back he tried to work himself
into a completely bent-over fuck position. However, each slam forward of
Wade Martin's massive cock pushed the guy's body upright.
The coach hissed. "You bet I will, tough guy. I'm gonna fuck that hole
until you're right on the edge of shooting, stud. Your dick will be hard
and throbbing and you'll be hornier than hell and you're going to go out
there and play the best fucking football you've ever played."
"Oh yeah, coach, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Yeah, and you'll play hard cause you know that when it's done and you guys
have won, Coach will fuck you hard."
"Screw me, sir."
**********
Coach Williams pushed the metal door of the men's room wide open and
strutted in. His married stud stood at the urinal, plaid short-sleeve shirt
untucked and the khakhi shorts showing off a great ass. The man turned and
recognized the Coach, who was a bit of a celebrity in the town.
"Hey, you're Coach Williams, aren't you?" he asked still letting loose a
river of piss into the urinal.
"Sure am," replied the coach as he unbuttoned the polyester shorts and
pulled out his mostly-hard cock as if to take a piss.
"Hank Wright. Good to meet you. So, is Jackson County High going to win
tonight?" the married man asked. He finished up his piss stream and turned
to zip up. Coach was greeted with the sight of a full bush of brown pubes,
and a decent-sized dick. Hank apparently didn't wear underwear.
"Yeah, I'm counting on the boys" Coach replied. He grabbed his cock and in
a couple of tugs jacked it to a full raging hardon. "But right now, I've
gotta major load to drop." He stepped closer to Hank.
Right then he was all over Hank, backing the hunk into the tile wall. The
man was taken aback too much to resists as he found his hands pinned back
against the wall and Coach's erect cock fucking up underneath his
shirt. After he recovered from the shock, he struggled a bit and flailed
his torso, but Coach held on tight and fucked his stomach, rubbing the
clear from his cocktip all over the hairy abdomen. He had to bust his nut
bad.
Then Coach felt it. That hardon pressed up against his balls. It happened
the second Coach's stubble rubbed against Hank's. And when the two men
began slipping their tongues inside each other's mouth, he felt his captive
hunk writhe more, trying to thrust his cock up next to coach's.
Coach broke the kiss. "I got exactly four minute. Let's take into the
stall." Coach peeled off his shirt as the two men entered the empty stall,
and Hank unbuttoned his zhirt, revealing a built, hairy chest, whose
pink-brown nipples protruded from the fur.
Coach moaned in delight as they locked lips again and as coach's hand felt
the powerful mound of Hank's pectoral muscle. This man was definitely
coach's type: built but not huge and horny as a mother-fucker. Their two
aching pricks rubbed alongside one another. Sounds of their rutting rose
and echoed off the restroom walls.
Coach dreamed of what it would be like to fuck this hot one, to lift up one
of those meaty thighs and stick his hard dick underneath and slide it up
that slick rectum and feel the warmth deep within. He didn't have time now,
unfortunately, The two men just clenched their chests together and rocked
their pelvises fast and furious.
Hank blew first. A gutteral cry escaped into Coach's mouth as the licked
each other's tonsils and Hank's cock spewed his seed onto Coach's torso.
"Yeah, stud," Coach whispered, and he too launched his seed, hosing down
his new-found stud. This guy was definitely hot. "Coach told him to call
him sometime and they could get together." Hank enthusiastically agreed and
sucked Coach's tongue one last time.
Coach put his shirt back on and didn't even bother to wipe the huge
splotches of cum off first. He was sweating miserably anyway, no one would
know. Beside he could waste no time. The game was starting.
**********
Just then, Mark felt a hand on his shoulder. Beside him stood a Hancock
County player, the team's center, in full uniform, except for the
helmet. The young man was perfection, full jock lips, square jaw, and
tousled short brown hair.
"Can I help you sir?"
Mark was startled. He had a lump in his throat from his arousal. He cleared
it and replied, "I'm from the paper here, sports reported, just waiting for
your coach."
"Well, sir, you'd have better luck coming back after the game. He's never
done with Blaine until it's time to go out onto the field."
"Really?" he asked. He could hear the moaning and the hot fuck talk spewing
from the their mouths in the other room.
"Yeah," the player answered and paused in silence. He looked in through the
crack and back at Mark's face. "Hot, isn't it?"
Mark broke into a grin. "Sure is."
The guy grabbed Mark's crotch and squeezed the dick shaft through his
pants. "I don't have much time before the game starts, sir," he said. "But
man, you're so horny I gotta do something to help you out."
The athlete sunk to his knees. In two seconds flat, he had Jacobs' prick
out and into his hot mouth. The center sucked dick fast and furiously. And
what a sight. The young football player was on his knees and in full
uniform as Mark's pubes ground into his face and the heavy balls slapped
against the kid's chin. Gooddamn if this wasn't the best blow job Mark had
ever had. The athlete was one hell of a cocksucker, deep-throating Mark's
big cock.
The jock was so hell bent on sucking down Mark's cream that he didn't even
flinch when the reporter's dick started hosing his man goo down his throat.
When the player stood up, the two men traded spit in a deep kiss as Mark
grabbed the back of the other man's head and felt the shortly-cropped hair
bristle against his hand. "Let me get you off now," he whispered.
"No thanks. Only time Coach lets us cum is right after a game. That way we
stay real horny. He says it makes us play better ball."
"All right, then. How bout we fuck after the game?"
"Sounds hot, sir. I'll be fucking ready. Gotta go now."
The two locked lips once more, then the athlete was off.
Mark looked into the office and saw that Coach Martin was still
pile-driving his giant cock into that perfect quarterback ass. He held onto
the athlete's hips and fucked like a rabbit, ravaging the ass in front of
him into pure pleasure. Blaine groaned and started to convulse. His whole
body shook and Mark recognized the fit as the telltale start of an
explosive orgasm. The football star's hands were still against the wall,
but his dick jerked up and down as the Coach began to fuck the cum out of
him.
Only at the very last second, Coach halted his thrust immediately. He stood
completely still with his prick lodged deep up Blaine's guts as that
quarterback dick spasmed and jerked, slapping copious amounts of precum
onto the kid's washboard stomach.
Coach withdrew his prick, slowly so as not to trigger anything, then once
he pulled free, he gave Blaine and encouraging slap on the back.
"OK, stud, it's time. Go out there and play ball like it's never been
played before."
"Yes sir" the athlete replied, while quickly pulling on his gear. First a
cup that looked specially shaped to hold his erection. Then the
jockstrap. Pads. Football pants. Socks. Cleats. All of this in the matter
of a few seconds. Then the star was out of the office, right past Mark, and
out the door, just as the band was playing the music to announce the
players' arrival on the field.
Mark was stunned by the scene and still horny. Casually, the coach
sauntered out of his office and into the hallway wearing nothing but a
tight white T-shirt and sporting his erection still. Mark was blown away by
this man. Early to mid-50s, salt-and-pepper hair and he still had the body
of a stud marine sergeant. Mark noticed how the cotton of the shirt
stretched thin over the massive pecs and that the thick nipples showed
through. Wade looked at Mark and simply asked, "Who the fuck are you?"
"Mark Jacobs. I write for the Jackson County Tribune."
Again, matter-of-factly, the coach spoke. "You suck cock?"
Mark looked down. Coach's monster prick was leaking its natural lube and
the whole length and girth of the fuckprod was slick with the fresh juices
of a tight jock ass.
"Fuck yeah," Mark said beneath his breath as he went down to worship the
hardest, sexiest prick he had ever seen.
(more to follow...)
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