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Team Reward (Parts 4 - 5)
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

Part 4

Jackson High won the game, by only a couple of points in the last two
minutes. The boys were all pumped up and excited when they entered the
lockerroom. The fellows all stripped down, removing their uniforms and
pads, and slipping down their sweaty jockstraps. Their jock dicks hung low
as they began to shower and horse around in the locker room.

Offensive lineman Greg Jefferson stared at Coach as he talked to three
businessmen still in their suits. He couldn't help but notice how hot these
men were. The one doing the most of the talking, whose name Greg gathered
was Jack, had blonde hair, slightly receding, and appeared to be in his
mid-30s. As the lineman peeled off layer after layer of pads and uniform,
he admired the fine build apparent underneath the blonde man's suit. Two
other men stood next to Jack. The first, the youngest in his late 20s, had
dark hair and blue eyes and was tall, with a swimmer's build. The other,
early 40s, was medium height with a powerful set of muscles on his
body. Greg could make out the bulge of the thigh muscles in the pant
legs. As Greg removed his jockstrap he could feel the blood rushing to his
prick and his cockmeat start to wake up into a half boner.

The fellows in the locker room could not contain their excitement. As they
soaped their hard aching muscles, they horsed around cheerfully, slapping
each others backs and humping each other with their wet cocks. All hands
were on Mike White in particular for scoring the winning run in the
game. His cock swelled to immense proportions and bounced and quivered as
his teammates hands stroked his shaft and rubbed all over his body.

After most of the guys had finished their shower, Coach called all of his
players into the main locker room. They sat or stood bodies dripping wet,
their towels snug and dicks hard. Some of the guys were paired up with each
other, obviously eager to get into a postgame fuck to let off steam and
drain their jock nuts.

Coach was hard too but still clothed. He introduced the three men to the
team. "Guys, I want you to meet three men who are doing all they can for
our team this year. They're from the Kiwanis club and are the ones behind
your reward for winning tonight's game. So I'll let them talk to you for a
moment."

The blond man started. "Hi, my name is Jack Forrester and I'm a realtor in
town. My colleagues Jim and Trent and I approached other members of the
business community about a month ago about doing something special for you
guys. Your success on the football field has made our community look good
and we think your hard work needs to be rewarded."

A cheer spontaneously emerged from the teammates, all pumped and excited
from tonight's victory. Mike White felt Glen Carson rub his smooth round
ass cheeks back onto his swollen cock. He wanted to stick his slick cock up
that ass and fuck the shit out of it, but he knew he had to
wait. Meanwhile, his nuts ached they were so excited.

Jack continued. "I'm sure your Coach has already told you the deal. Since
you won tonight, we are going to build you a steam room right here in the
locker room. That way, whether after practice or after a game or anytime
you want, you guys can kick back and relax."

The athletes started cheering again. The came up to the three men to shake
their hand and show their congratulations.  When Tim got up to Jack, he
held the man's hand firmly in his clasp. Jack couldn't help but be amazed
by this specimen of young manhood. The biceps bulged as the quarterback
shook Jack's hand. As Jack held on, his gaze drifted, to the meaty pecs and
the treasure trail of brown hair that drifted down past washboard abs to a
thick and veiny cock. That cock wasn't completely erect but protruded out
half-hard, half soft from the athlete's dark pubes.

Tim noticed that Jack was distracted by his big cock. "You like my dick,
sir?" he asked, leaning in close to Jack's body. Tim's long cock rubbed up
against the starched white shirt that Jack was wearing, leaving behind a
wet spot of precum and a trail of horny football-player goo from the shirt
to the tip of the quarterback fuckmeat. The thread broke and clung to Tim's
increasingly erect prick.

Jack could barely speak, but he heard himself reply, without even meaning
to, "Yeah, that cock is so fucking big." He gulped and took another good
look at the stud's perfect young body.

Tim was getting pretty hot standing next to this man. There was something
so sexy about the short, stocky build and the blond stubble that clung to
his chin. Tim stepped up even closer to Jack, so that his bare chest
pressed against Jack's suit and his hardon thrust into the obvious bulge in
Jack's pants. "Wanna suck it?" he asked.

Jack couldn't control himself. He had to lick this football god's
fuckstick, tongue those hairy nuts, taste that hot sperm shoot down his
throat. Before realizing it, he was on his knees, vacuum sucking 10 good
hard inches of star athlete cock. The shaft was rubbery hard and it felt
warm and tasted slightly salty as it pushed past his open lips, over his
tongue and along deep in his tonsils. Jack's cock was harder than hell as
his throat got raped by ten solid inches of jock fuckmeat.

He didn't care what Trent and Jim might think. He needn't. After a minute
of sucking Fitzgerald's prick, Jack felt a wetness at his cheek. Jim was
licking away, taking turns between Tim's big testicles and Jack's
face. Jack backed off the monster prick for a minute to meet his
colleague's mouth in a hot man-to-man kiss.

As much as Tim was enjoying watching the two businessmen suck face, his
cock wanted more head. Slowly, he pushed the cockhead where their two
mouths met. They quickly got the idea and parted lips to suck that prick
from both sides.

Meanwhile, Trent was on his haunches sucking a thick, tasty dick that swung
long and hard from between Randy Fulsom's thighs. Randy didn't take much
mercy on Trent's throat. The older muscular man really turned him on and he
battered the guy's throat rough and hard. And Trent took it too. Only when
Randy was about to come did Trent back off a bit on that cock so that the
load shot all over his tongue and into his mouth.

When Randy pulled away, Trent spit out the load onto the floor and cried
out, "Next!" Peter Marks - his cock hard as steel - stepped up and took his
place.

Now Jim and Jack both had their own cock to service. Tim had already hosed
his load deep down into Jack's guts, and Jack had begun to suck on one
delectable defensive lineman cock. The shaft wasn't thick, but it was
narrow and long and had a large head that massaged Jack's tonsils with each
thrust in. Jack couldn't believe how hot he was sucking big dripping
athlete dick. He wanted nothing more than to be used by the whole fucking
team. And judging from the crowd of young men standing around him with
hard, horny cocks, he knew he'd get his wish.

Jim licked Greg Jefferson's prick up and down. The saliva coated the firm
shaft, and Jim couldn't help but take a second to admire how perfect this
guy's cock was. Hard, long and perfectly cylindrical, it pulsed with raw
horniness and spit out a little pre-fuck ooze when Jim's tongue circled the
pissslit. He was licking the fat cocktip when all of a sudden, the
lineman's impatience took over and the horsecock pushed in without pause or
apology. Jim felt the wiry pubes tickle his lips and the hard abdomen
muscles pound his face as the jock ground his cock deep into the
businessman's gullet.


A couple of blowjobs later, Trent sucked as Frank Myers shot his seed onto
his tongue. The hairy senior pulled out his prick, which throbbed and
dripped with tiny streams of jockjuice. As Trent spit out that thick load,
the large athlete stepped back into the crowd of horny teen jock fuckers
and felt their warm, clammy skin and their hard muscles against his as they
slapped his back in congratulation.

His friend, halfback Larry Warren, fisted his cock and stepped up for his
turn at that warm mouth. Trent's cock could not take much more confinement,
so the man unzipped his suit pants and brought out his thick stud
erection. He couldn't remember when he'd been hornier and it showed in his
big, dripping fuckstick.

The powerful halfback felt the slick coolness as he stepped into the large
puddle of jock sperm and cocksucker saliva that pooled on the concrete
floor. He took aim at the older man's mouth and slid his fuck rod smoothly
in. With his strong arms, he grabbed Trent's head and held tight as he
thrust a powerful face fuck.

Trent usually played the top man and had a body that would seem imposing,
even to some of the bigger jocks on the team. Still, tonight he loved
swallowing big, juicy football player cock. His dick leaked as his mouth
got raped and abused by a jawbreaker of a prick. He loved how it stretched
his throat and loved the power of the hands holding his head tight on that
cock. His hands explored up the back of his fucker's legs, feeling the
smooth hairs and the thick, sinewy hamstrings. He clenched the hard,
muscular asscheeks which drove a horny, out-of-control stud dick deep into
his throat.

Jim was ready for Greg to shoot his fuckwad down his throat but at the last
minute, the large penis was removed and his throat and mouth felt
empty. Then came the searing white heat of thick jock cum, which spurted
against his face and all over his hair. This fucker must have been saving
up one hell of a load, Jim thought as the sperm kept blasting out from that
beautiful dick.

Jack's facefucker watched in horny appreciation and copied his buddy's
actions, pulling out his turgid fuckstick and whipping out a good load of
jockcream all over Jack's kneeling body. The white pearly cum dripped
everywhere, down Jack's face and neck, all over his dress shirt and tie and
onto the lap of his suitpants and the hardon that poked through the open
zipper. Jack took a second to grab his aching cock and rub the fuckcream
into it. He could have kept at it, but he was distracted by another fat
prick appearing in front of him to be serviced.

The boys were going crazy now. Some of them hosed their semen down the
older men's throats, but most pulled out at the last second and coated
their cocksuckers in grade-A jock jism. They didn't all wait to get sucked
either. While Trent was sucking off Larry, three guys came up beside him
and started whacking their meat and within minutes were spewing hot, fresh
jock scum everywhere.

When all the boys were spent, the three business men and their clothes were
coated in the team's semen from head to toe. The material was wet and
sticky and clung to their firm bodies as they stood up from their kneeling
position on the lockerroom floor.

None of them had gotten off all this time, and their hardons all throbbed
and stuck up out between their cum-soaked legs. The three met in a heated
kiss and took turns licking the mixed cum off each other's faces. While Jim
and Jack were dueling tongues and rubbing dicks, Trent undid and pulled
down Jim's soaked suitpants. As his slick cock found the tight, puckered
opening hidden deep between the cheeks of Jim's bubblebutt, he pushed
forward while the team cheered on. Even feeling dozens of stud jock eyes
watch as he dicked his best bud got him even hotter. Sponsoring the Jackson
High team was the best idea he'd had in along time.


Part 5


The construction of the steamroom for the Jackson High football team began
right away. Jack Forrester, the realtor, had a contractor friend who said
he'd be willing to give it number one priority and would have it finished
within a week and a half. In the meantime, the fellows were to use the
guest locker room instead.

It was after a Wednesday practice when Larry Warren slipped on his
jockstrap after showering and walked over to the other lockerroom to see
how the progress was going.  He was excited about the steam room and
enjoyed checking in to see what had been done.

When he entered the other room, four construction men were busy at work
tiling the steam room. One of the men was in his mid-20s, with curly brown
hair, about 6' with a firm body. One, a shorter man in his 40s was built
real big, with a barrel chest that filled his white T-shirt quite
nicely. The third was a medium-tall black stud whose powerful legs packed
tightly into his worn jeans. The fourth was another man in his 20s, this
one with jet black hair, green-gray eyes, huge biceps and Italian good
looks.

Larry stood a moment in awe of these specimens of stacked muscle, until the
oldest man looked up and asked, "Anything you need, bud?"

"Nah," the halfback answered. The heat was turned off in the room, and he
felt the cool air make his nipples harden into pointy tips and goosebumps
spread across his smooth flesh. "Sorry to bother you guys, I just wanted to
take a look at what's been done."

"No problem, kid," the man replied, standing up from the tile area and
leaving the other three men to the grouting job.  "Let me show you what
we've been doing."

"Don't want to bother you," Larry replied. His cock stirred slightly in his
jockpouch seeing the thick, beefy body packed tight into his clothes.

"Nonsense. Could use a break anyway. Name's Hal..." He extended his hand to
Larry, who could feel the firm, masculine power in the clasp of the
handshake.

"Larry," the halfback croaked out through the lust that choked his throat
all of a sudden. God this hunk was just his ideal: thick, corded muscles
flexed underneath the T-shirt, which was so tight Larry could see Hal's
quarter-sized nipples as if he were nude.

"On the team, are you?"

"Yes, sir."

"What position you play?"

"Halfback."

"I can tell you got the build for it. Sometimes in high school, they put
guys out there who don't have enough muscle for the job. Looks like you've
put hard work into your body."

"Thanks, sir, I try to keep the mass on."

"My son plays on the team, ya know. Center."

"You mean Tony?"

"Yeah, that's my boy. Just a sophomore, but I think he's gonna be a great
athlete."

The two men stood facing each other in a brief minute, saying
nothing. Finally, Hal spoke, "Follow me and I'll show you what we've
completed."


****


"White!" Coach Williams yelled from his office.

Mike White had just undressed and was starting to head to the
shower. "Yeah, coach?" he yelled across the locker room.

"In my office! Now!" Palmer barked before stepping back in through his
door.

Mike threw his towel over his shoulder and sauntered across the room. The
running back was excited. He knew Coach's dick would be real hard, as it
always was when he called Mike into his office after practice. He could
already taste that thick cock, feel those balls swollen with coach
cum. Mike's dick sprang into a boner as he walked toward Coach's office.

As he entered he found another man in there with Coach. He was older,
mid-40s probably, and in every way, the man was big, with a tall, wide
frame and nice, beefy muscles all over. They made his polo shirt bulge out
and the thick biceps strained the sleeves. He wore khaki trousers that
barely stretched over the bulging quads.

Mike found himself staring at this hunk and trying to will his dick into a
softer state at the same time. It was an impossible task.

"Mark, meet Brian Pierson, Coach from State. He's going to high schools
recruiting for their team. He's told me the university is interested in
giving you a scholarship."

Mark didn't know what to say. He knew he should be excited at the potential
offer of college money and a place on the team, but all he could do was
take in the sight before him.

The two men shook hands. Those hands were big, with powerful fat fingers
that grasped Mike's palm. Mike's hardon throbbed as his eyes were lost in
the sight before him, the massive chest, the cords of muscle in the arms,
the square jaw and powerful face, those steel blue eyes.

"Please to meet you sir," the young man croaked from his horny reverie.

"I'm glad to meet you too, son," the coach replied. "Been watching you play
the last couple of games. You're a great athlete."

Brian patted Mike on the shoulder The young athlete could feel the hot
touch of Pierson' hand on his shoulder and his dick started to leak a
little. "Thanks, sir. It would be great to be playing at State next year."

"I told Coach I wanted to get a better look at ya. See how your development
is coming along."

"Okay, sir," Mike answered, unsure of what Pierson meant.

The coach reached out and began feeling along Mike's naked
chest. Immediately the nipples sprang to attention as the thick, callused
fingers brushed against the sensative skin. His exploration continued down
Mike's side and around to his back.

"Nice definition kid," Mr. Pierson said, almost under his breath. He'd
stepped up closer to the young jock and now the athlete's hardon was
dripping down onto the older man's khakis.

The coach noticed and with one hand grabbed the athlete's cock. Gently, he
jacked the beads of precum into the firm shaft. His knuckled glistened as
he massaged Mike's dick into an even harder state - the eight inches began
to twitch with excitement.

Suddenly, Pierson removed his hand. "Turn around," he commanded. He sat
down on a stool and spread his legs as he pulled Mike's naked form back
close to his fully clothed body. His hands resumed exploring the thick
muscles of Mike's back

As Mike faced away, he saw Coach Williams pull out his hard cock and begin
leisurely masturbating it. He stared intently at that familiar piece of
mandick until the voice in his ear brought him back to reality.

"Yeah, nice lats. But remember, son, you're not gonna rest til I've put
twenty more pounds of muscle on ya during the first season. Fuck, all my
players come in with good builds - but it takes more than good to play ball
in college." The coach's fingers were now applying more pressure to Mike's
delts, squeezing them hard with each passing over. Mike's cock ached he was
so horny now.

"Yeah, guy," the older man continued, "I'll have you working your ass off
this next year... Coach, pass me the bottle." Coach Williams reached into
his desk for a bottle of lube and tossed it to Pierson. He unsnapped the
lid and poured a generous stream of the cool liquid right down the center
of Mike White's crack. The athlete's hunky body shivered as he felt the
coldness trickle down between his asscheeks. Instinctively, he flexed his
buns and tighted them up to try to heat up the lube coating his shithole.

Just as he was squeezing the fluid between his glutes, however, Brian
reached down and pushed his powerful hand between the tight muscles,
spreading them apart as his hand began a rigorous exploration of the valley
of luscious jock ass.

"Play baseball too, dontcha White?"

One of the coach's huge digits poked its way into Mike's sphincter.

He let out a hiss. "Yessir." Williams flogged harder on his erect cock,
obviously appreciating the sight before him.

"We'll see what we can do about your dual training then." His finger probed
deeper. To Mike it felt marvelous, like a miniature cock prodding his
insides. "Remember that football will be your priority. " Again, with a
jabbing, corkscrew motion, the finger roughly probed.

"Yessir" Mike answered as his legs spread apart to give the coach better
access to his hole.

"Besides," the man withdrew his index finger, then continued as he slipped
in his middle finger, which was even fatter and thicker and roughly
loosened up the athlete's tight ring with his deliberate ass-exploration,
"the football players have the bigger dicks. I can tell that this ass of
yours needs them big and wide. Am I right, White?"

He now pushed in two digits, making Mike's ass buck up involuntarily and
his cock drool harder.

"Fuck yeah, sir."

"'Fuck yeah' you like that or 'fuck yeah' you need big, oversized cock up
this hole?"

"Both, sir."

"Thought so. Don't get me wrong. I got nothing against the baseball
jocks. They all got nice, meaty bods. Thick necks, big pecs, and a bit of a
beer belly from letting them selves go off season. Fuck, maybe I'll let you
get a little padding around the waist. Give me a little something more to
hold onto while I'm fucking your guts out. "

"Sounds hot, sir. I definitely want to get big."

"Bet you like my big biceps, don't ya?" With a shoving motion, coach added
a third finger up Mike's hole and was jabbing all three in and out. Mike
turned his head to watch as the coach's thick arm muscles curled up in
volume with each finger fuck.

"Oh Christ!" he mumbled. The athlete's dick was rockhard now and his
asshole throbbed in pace with his prick.

"Oooh boy, you're getting that ass real tight on me now." The Coach began a
more regular rhythm with his hand. Using his thumb as a pivot, he slid the
three fingers in and out smoothly but firmly. "Yeah, stud, it's gonna feel
real nice and tight against my dick"

By now Coach Williams' dick was just a blur beneath his jacking fist. For
Mike it was all an incredibly hot scene, having his coach watch him while
this mammoth of a stud finger fucked him silly. Those thick, marvelous
fingers were being shoved faster and harder deep into his hole. The
combination was fatter than some cocks he'd taken and he felt his sphincter
stretched with each shove forward of his future coach's hand. The feelings
flowed through the young athlete's body, up from his abused hole, past his
tightly reined balls, past his throbbing cock and into an amazing rush of
sexual energy that flowed to his head. It was too much.

"Fuck, sir. I'm about to blow."  The swollen running back nuts began to
pump their football stud sperm.

"Yeah, kid." the college coach hissed in encouragement. "Give it up. Want
to see you shoot your big load. I wanna feel how tight your ass can get
when you blow your nut."

Mike White didn't even need to touch his cock. Everywhere, the player's
thick sperm began to spew. Mike had never had an orgasm so intense. The cum
arced high into the air before splattering to the cement floor with an
audible plop, then another wave of orgasmic contraction would surge through
the kid's cock and another jet of jism would shoot out. All of it was timed
by Pierson's steady rhythm of his ass-fucking fingers, which continued to
fuck the cum out of his young recruit.

When White started shooting, Coach Williams got down on his knees in front
of the running back and let the white hot cum shower over him. He too
couldn't take anymore and grabbed his painfully erect prick and started
shooting his seed over the cold floor.

When the two men's orgasms died down, Coach Williams stood up, grabbed a
towel from the hook on the wall and went to join the boys in the shower,
cum still dripping and clinging to the hairs on his burly chest.

*****

Hal, the burly contractor, had his hand on Larry Warren's muscular shoulder
as he showed him the control room for the sauna area.

"This room has all the controls for the steam area plus the filters for the
water," Hal explained. The space itself was tiny, about six feet by four
feet of free space, so Hal stood behind Larry as he described the plumbing
system in the room.  All through his description, the halfback could feel
the older man's hands on his shoulder, gently patting his back, or draped
over his pecs. The athlete's cock was starting to harden and get tight in
the pouch of his jockstrap.

"This is where we fit the pipes." Hal pointed over to the corner of the
room where a number of the water pipes occupied a small area between two
boards. Just then, Larry could feel a hard, naked cock press against the
crevice between his ass cheeks.

"Looks like a tight space," Larry teased, "How did you get them in there?"

The cock rubbed up and down the athlete's asscrack as Larry's glutes
contracted around the length of the dick, trying to capture the moist head.

"We just shoved the pipe in there. Loosens up the more you work it," Hal
said, now whispering into Larry's ear as the full length of his body
pressed against the cool, clammy skin of the almost naked jock. He
positioned his cockhead at the kid's tight asshole and pushed on.

The young hunk grunted and moaned as the prick invaded his hole, slowly but
deeply. "Yeah, fuck me man," he whispered hoarsely as this stud began to
take his ass rough and raw.

Hal hissed between his teeth. He wanted to yell how fucking great that
warm, slick ass felt wrapped around his cock. Instead, he bit at Larry's
earlobe and grunted with each fuck thrust, "Yeah, kid, I knew you needed a
good hard fuck. Showing that ass off in that jockstrap of yours. Just
waiting for me to take out my big cock and fuck you senseless."

"Ahh, yeah, man, dick me good." Hal's burly arms wrapped around his torso
as inch after inch of cockmeat thrusted in and out of his hole. It felt
terrific. Only Larry still wore the jockstrap and felt his hardon confined
in his pouch.

"Ah yeah, bud, this ass feels too good. Gonna blow my nut. Gonna fucking
sperm your ass."

"Yeah, man, shoot it deep in my hole. Fuck me good."

Hal hosed his seed deep into the halfback's guts as the kid moaned in
delight. Abruptly he pulled his spent cock out, letting the cool air rush
into the now open hole. Thinking the fuck was over, Larry started to stand
upright when he felt the cock push back in.

"Fuck, stud, I didn't know you'd be up for seconds, but bell, it feels
great. Pound my fucking hole!"

"Shit, boy, this isn't seconds for me," the man behind him said. "I'm just
getting started." It wasn't Hal but the well-built black construction
worker who was now fucking his hole relentlessly. Larry looked back to
discover that a line had formed for his horny ass.  He couldn't believe has
was going to get gang fucked by four of the hottest men.  His rectal walls
contracted hard against the invading cock as he shot his sperm into the
stretched pouch of his strap.


******

Coach Pierson did need to tell his newest recruit what to do. When Mike
recovered his breath, he stood upright, letting the last drops of cum drip
off his cockhead, and turned around to face his future coach. His hardon
sprang up with renewed life as he looked at how hot this man was. He
reached forward and felt the hardness of the massive pec muscles beneath
the polo shirt and followed along the brickhard abs. Mike wondered how much
hair covered the coach's torso. He wondered

Finally the athlete's hands reached the crotch of coach's khaki pants. Down
the right leg lay a huge hardon. Big, long, and fat. Real fat. Mike
couldn't believe how huge this prick was, it was too unbelievable. He had
to have it, to own it as much as he could. Fuck, if he could die
worshipping this cock, he'd be happy.

With one hand he kneaded the hard fuckflesh straining the legs of the
trousers while with the other hand Mike unzipped the pants. Coach's arms
encircled Mike's built body while Mike reached into the crotch of his
pants. Mike could feel the hard chest press against his own. He yearned to
be rid of the fabric of the coach's shirt, the only thing that separated
their firm muscles and sensative nipples from each others'. He felt the
firm power of Coach's clasp. He felt the breath on his cheeks and the
stubble against his own. He felt Coach's raw lips touch his own. He felt
the warm slickness of Coach's powerful tongue as the two men met in a
feverish, fuck-hungry kiss. Mike fished deep down the pant leg with his
hand. That prick extended way down, and the tightness of the khakis against
Coach's meaty quads made grasping the girth of the cock difficult. Finally,
the running back managed to pull out a massive fuckstick: twelve inches
long and thick as a flashlight.

While the two kissed, Mike played with the huge piece of coach meat feeling
the steel hardness burn like a hot poker in his hand. Possessively, the
Coach cupped the firm, perfectly round asscheeks on his athlete and even
began to explore the puckered hole, still loosened and slick from the rough
finger fuck he'd given. This kid was definitely one of the hottest he'd
recruited in a while.

When Mike broke the kiss and looked down at the engorged fuck monster, he
gasped and moaned and his eyes widened in fear, but his own prick leaked
like a faucet. That prick had to be at least a foot long and was bigger
around than a baseball bat handle. It was bigger, even, than Coach
Williams' dick, or Tim Fitsgerald's. It was bigger than he could ever
imagine. And Mike was hotter than hell holding the big shaft in his hand.

He had to taste that dick. The athlete fell to his knees between Brian's
powerful legs and began to examine that beautiful, huge cock up
close. Gently, his tongue extended out and licked along the thick veins
that ran up the side of the meaty, hard shaft. The cockskin tasted salty
and tangy and bitter all at once. Mike loved hit. He began more eagerly
licking away at the big coach cock, lapping his tongue in wide, wet slaths
across the prick flesh.

With one hand, Mike reached into the coach's trousers and pulled out the
heavy, oversized nuts that dangled low from the powerful fuckrod. He wasted
no time licking the hairy ballsac and coaxing the fat testicles into his
warm jock mouth.

Coach moaned and put his palm firmly on the back of Mike's head, feeling
the tousled, soft hair as the kid tongue-washed his horny nuts good. "Fuck,
son, you know how to make a man feel real good. Looks like you can't wait
to eat my sperm," he laughed, guiding Mike's head up off his balls and onto
the length of his prick.

While the running back was licking away, Brian pulled the tails of his polo
shirt out of his pants and began to pull the shirt off. Mike looked up and
couldn't believe the sight. That perfectly massive body towered above him,
the chest naked in its full masculine glory and that perfectly massive cock
swinging side to side as Pierson continued pulling his shirt off.

Mike got a wave of horniness. He grabbed that big cock and began to wrap
his hot mouth around the wet, drooling tip. He immediately shoved four
inches into his mouth and felt he would gag it was so huge, but he didn't
care. He just had to suck that cock.

"Yeah, boy, suck your coach's cock. Fuck, it's big, isn't it, son? This
won't be high school league, any more. You'll be playing with the big boys
now. Sucking big, fat stud cock. "

The coach roughly grabbed Mike's hair and began a couple of hard fast face
fuck thrusts, pulling that warm mouth onto his erect prick.


"You ain't even takin' half of my cock. Fuck, boy, I know you can suck dick
better than that."

Still, no more than five inches of the man's shaft were buried inside the
football stud's mouth. Pierson changed his approach. He slowed his fuck
thrusts and slowly withdrew his cock until the tip rested just barely on
White's jock lips.

"What a fucking sight," he murmured, "Big tough high school jock on his
knees sucking his bigger tougher coach's cock.". Precum oozed from his
prick and all over Mark's square, powerful jaw. Mark moaned and his prick
spurted a gob of cockjuice onto the cement floor. The soft cockhead would
tease his eager lips, tracing the precum gently along the rim of Mike's
mouth.

Then, ever so slowly, Coach would guide the hard, searing hot dick back
into the athlete's mouth. Mike could now taste the salty-sweet precum at
the end of the thick coachmeat. Meanwhile, instead of pushing Mike's head
down on his invading cock, Coach used his powerful arms to hold Mike back,
keeping him from bobbing his head forward. The effect on Mike was
electric. He wanted that cock bad. Wanted to suck more of that shaft
down. And he wanted it now. Instead, that prick inched forward painfully
slow, leaving a trail of pre-fuck ooze dotted along his helpless tongue.

"Yeah, stud, open up for daddy," Coach ordered in a tone that was at once
authoritarian and gentle, coaxing. More and more prick meat eased its way
into Mike's oral cavity, over the back of the tongue and past the kid's
tonsils. He pushed in until the gullet constricted and gave new resistance,
then he paused for a moment and pulled out.


Again, the prickhead rested snugly in the crevice between the young hunk's
two lips. He let Mike catch his breath for a moment, then began the process
again, dragging the cock snot and the saliva with his dickhead deep into
the back of Mike's throat. Mike was desperately horny by now, he tried to
push forward with his head, while his hands tried to reach around the
coach's ass and pull his fuckstick further in. To no avail, Coach's power
was too great. Mike's own cock twitched in desperation, hard and wet again
even after coming so hard earlier. This man turned him on like he thought
no one ever could.

By now, that fat fuckstick had stretched the athlete's jaw, his throat and
the esophagus that wrapped snugly around the length and girth of the
shaft. Now he knew that he could pick up the pace and begin to face fuck
this stud like he needed to be. This was the coach's favorite part of
breaking in a new recruit: teaching the young stud how to deep throat a
real man's cock.

Faster and faster, Brian plugged away at that tight but hungry throat. It
was planted deep down Mike's gullet when the coach started to mutter
incomprehensibly.

"Aw, shit, bud, gotta feel...aw, christ... ungh...ungh... aw yeah... fuck!"

Mike froze as Brian's cock unleashed its flow. He could feel the steady
stream and Mike looked up at Brian's face in a mixture of fear and lust. He
could feel Brian's piss letting loose into his gut!

Brian looked down through his orgasmic haze and muttered. "Yeah, stud, you
think I'm pissing down your throat, don't ya? Fuck, that's my sperm you're
eating. You wanted it, didn't ya?"

Then he could feel it. The first spasm. The stream had turned into a series
of powerful, hot jets, as the cum went straight to Mike's stomach. Coach
just held onto Mike's thick shoulders as he hosed his thick cum deep into
his new player.

"Fuck, kid, you're terrific, you know that?" Coach said, looking down in
pride and lust as the running back continued sucking the hard shaft. "You
know your ass isn't leaving my hotel room tonight, don't ya?"

Mike just spat out the gargantuan cock and answered, "Yes sir."