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Team Reward (Parts 6-7)
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


Part 6

*******

The material chafed Officer Miller's bare skin, which could feel the cold
of the November air through the polyester uniform shirt.  Absently, he
scratched the pectoral muscle and took a second to rub the hardened nipple
that poked against the scratchy material. He knocked on the metal door and
waited a minute, zipping up his leather jacket to keep warmer.

The door opened and before him stood a man about 40 years old. He wore only
gray sweatpants that barely hid a couple of perfect quads and a formidable
bulge of a crotch. The man's pecs were coated with a layer of dark, curly
hair and the chest and shoulder muscles were full and pumped.  The biceps
were even more impressive, swollen and powerful. They twitched as the
shirtless man stood silently.

A lump formed in the police officer's throat as he looked at Coach Harris's
magnificent torso, while another lump formed in his ever-tightening uniform
trousers. "Hey, man, I thought I'd drop by after my shift. I've been..."

"Shut the fuck up and come in."

**********

Mike White struggled to accommodate the huge cock that slid into his jock
hole. It eased slowly up his fuck chute, stretching the sphincter more and
more with each inch of hard, horny manmeat. The athlete was haunched over,
half on his knees, half in a doggy position, as his future coach's arms
wrapped underneath his arms and chest and hooked onto his meaty shoulders
to provide more leverage to fuck.

This cock was larger than anything Mike had ever taken before, but the
utter and obscene fatness of the club-sized dick had him harder than
hell. He even tried to ease down further on the rigid meat, letting his
legs slide sideways as he did so.

The deep voice behind him growled. "Yeah, kid, spread your legs for that
dick." Coach Brian Pierson looked down at the athlete sprawled on the bed
beneath him. He'd watched the kid play in several games this year and even
when Mike was on the field in his football uniform, the college Coach knew
he'd be one hot fuck. Slowly he pulled out his overly hard shaft until the
ridge of his cock head nestled just at the jock's spasming sphincter. He
held it there a second, until both men were overcome by horny anticipation.
Roughly, the coach flexed his giant arms and pulled the young hunk's muscle
body up tight against his sweaty, hard chest.

Coach held his hips still but the swift motion caused a couple of inches to
slip further inside Mike's guts. The younger man grunted and his dick
twitched so hard it slapped his firm abs. "Shit, coach," he begged, "fuck
my ass."

The coach held on to Mike's torso with firm strength. Again he pulled his
cockhead back out, priming his piston for another in stroke. He bent his
head forward and started gently biting the running back's ear, muttering in
his gravel-like, low voice, "You really want this dick, dontcha, White?"

Mike was melting in his burly coach's arms. He tried to lower himself on
that gargantuan cock that was making his ass feel so exquisite. He wanted
nothing more right now than to bury the full length of that horny, wet
coach cock up his jock ass.  Only coach's grip was so tight he couldn't
move. "Yeah, man, I need your big dick up my ass bad. I need you to fuck my
hole hard."

Coach gave a short, quick mini-thrust into that hungry ass, then pulled
back just as quickly.  Mike was moaning uncontrollably now. "Never taken a
dick this big, have you boy?" Pierson growled.

"No, sir, I..." Mike replied before another savage quick thrust cut him
off, as all that he could emit from his throat was a croak of fuck-lust
pleasure.

"Fuck, kid, you better be sure you want it."  This time his thrust was a
little longer, about 3 inches of the angry cock.  "Cause when I start
fucking this ass for real, I'm not gonna stop." Again he withdrew and
pushed back in, a little deeper than before, really opening the athlete's
rectum up for the oversized invader. "Better be sure, White, sure that you
want all of your coach's cock fucking your slut jock ass."

"I'm fucking sure of it, coach." Mike cried

"Good" was all his reply as he firmly thrust the cock deeper and deeper
into the tight ass in front of him.  Both men were sweating intensely now,
and their muscled bodies were slick against each other as more and more of
Brian's 12-inch monster cock pressed onward. Mike was so hot at the moment,
his muscles twitched involuntarily all over his body as his rectal walls
were stretched tight against the bludgeon lodging itself deep in his guts.

"Oh, ungh, fuck, sir..." the young running back grunted. Sweat beaded up on
his forehead, all over his jock face, as he struggled to accommodate the
prick fucking him.

"That's it, White," his new coach cooed softly, "you're taking it. Taking
it all like the man you are." More of his cock sunk in deep. By now, about
9 inches were snugly up Mike White's rectum.

"Fuckin' tight ass," his fucker continued, talking to himself as much as to
the high school hunk he was screwing. "Been wanting to fuck it for the last
three weeks now. Every time I saw you on the football field, I knew I had
to get you in my bed, bend you over, feel how tight that ass would feel
around my big dick."

"Need that dick, coach," the athlete uttered, barely able to speak.

Now Pierson sawed his cock in and out of the tight ass, driving in a bit
deeper on each inward thrust. "And you're as hot and tight as I thought you
would be, White. Damn, I want to own this ass."

With that, the coach shoved all twelve inches of hard man cock deep into
Mike White. The heavy, cum-filled balls slapped hard against the athlete's
sweaty, moist skin, making a loud smacking sound.

"Fuck!" the coach cried out, barely keeping himself from sperming his young
fuckee's guts. When he knew he'd contained his impending orgasm, the man
pulled out and slammed home again. And Mike took the hard pounding and
asked for more. This kid was hotter than anything he expected.

The next deep-dick thrust, the coach's flared dickhead rubbed White's
prostate. "Aw, jesus, sir, feels fucking fantastic. I don't know if I can
hold back longer" the running back panted. His dick was so hard it ached.

"Yeah, stud, shoot all your jock cream. I want to see you pop your nuts
while I fuck you raw."  Mike shuttered with each thrust of his coach's
cock. The older topman held on tighter and growled in Mike's ear. "Yeah,
that's it kid, you're close I can tell. Remember how good this
feels. Remember the next time you see your coach's dick all hard and
horny. I want you spreading your legs for your man's cock."

"Fuck me, coach," Mike yelled out, his hands gripping the back board of the
bed tightly to steady himself from the rough thrusts from behind.

The coach held his bear hug as he shafted the ass with more force and
determination. "Yeah, White..."

The twelve inches slammed in. Mike's cock lurched up.

"...this ass is mine, kid..."

Another hard shove. Mike's first arc of cum shot out and hit the back of
the bed.

"Gonna fuck you...

Another inward thrust. The second volley of sperm jetted out and his the
wall with a loud splat. "Jesus, Coach," Mike mumbled.

...whenever I get the horns"

Again, the cock slammed home. The athlete's nuts pumped their juice out
without sign of slowing down. "Fuck me, Coach" Mike yelled. his cum
dribbled down on the pillows then arced up in a full shot again.

"...whenever the fuck I want," Coach sneered as his cock pressed onward
again.

More jockspew erupted from Mike White's hard and beautiful cock. He wanted
this incredible orgasm to last forever. He half felt his nut would go on as
long as Coach's gargantuan cock kept fucking him raw. But he also knew that
even after shooting such a hard thick load, he'd still be hard. He'd never
been harder in his life, and there was no way that teenage jock dick was
going soft anytime soon.

"Keep dicking my ass, Coach."

Another hard shove turned Mike's words into animalistic grunts.  "Don't
worry, kid, this dick's not going anywhere."

**********

Bill Ferrell, Jackson High's head baseball coach stepped out of the private
shower in his office. A stocky but in shape man of 40, his barrel chest was
coated in a thick layer of manfur that extended all the way down to the
dark bush of his crotch, even down to the hairy, massive quads and powerful
calves. He'd taken a couple of his better players and started an off-season
conditioning program, except for Mike White and Greg Jefferson, who were on
the football team. Tonight was a five mile run, which Coach Ferrell took
part in as well - sharing the conditioning exercises would not only
encourage the players' morale but would keep his muscular body in shape as
well.

Only tonight he'd be a little late getting off work. Normally in the off
season he left the school by 3.30, even earlier on Fridays. Usually that
meant he could relax for a while when he got home, get some grub, then have
time for a nice leisurely jack off session, pulling on his thick cock,
usually while fantasizing about his players and conjuring up every detail
of their developing bodies.

By now, his dick was distending if not fully hard, but Bill pulled on his
jeans and stretched a snug sweatshirt over his torso. The jog had made him
tired, but he knew it would also make him horny.  Maybe he'd have to call
up one of his butt buddies tonight. Lately he'd been getting it on
occasionally with a burly construction worker, Gary. He was one of the ones
working on the football locker room whom he'd run into on the school
grounds. By the time Bill stepped into his truck, he was thinking about
Gary's tight warm ass wrapped around his cock. First things first, he
thought, I need to pick up some dinner and get home before my mind wanders
to far.

As he was stopped at a red light, Bill was distracted in thought, but it
only took a second. It only took a second to glance over at the car that
had pulled next to his. A second to see one of the hottest guys he'd seen
in town, dressed in a suit and tie. Only a second for the man to notice
Bill and return his gaze. Only a second for Bill's wood to strain against
the fabric of his pants.

Bill wanted nothing more than to dick around with this hunk. He had to be
in his mid-40s, probably a businessman, with a good build and a cute face
and dark eyes. The man smiled at Bill and gave a nod of acknowledgement.
Bill was dumbstruck. Maybe the guy was being friendly, but he hoped their
eyes were communicating the same thing. The light turned suddenly, and the
man nodded in acknowledgement.

The other man drove ahead slightly and Bill found himself following the
guy. When the car signaled to turn into a parking lot, Bill nervously
followed. This guy must think I'm a creep, Bill thought, but he couldn't
help it. A fat, hard boner strained his pants.

Finally the other man's vehicle slowed down to a stop and Bill pulled along
side it.  A window rolled down and the fellow called out,

"Hey stud, how are ya this evening?"

"Great.."

"I'm on my way home to the wife now, so I don't have much time now, but my
dick could use a little relief right now. Would you like to get in the car
for a quickie?"

Bill's cock was drooling hard by now. This guy was sexy beyond belief. He
could see the face more clearly now. Full dark-haired beard that was newly
shaved, full head of dark brown hair, and a strong jaw that seemed
especially inviting combined with the man's smile.

"Sure" Bill said as he climbed into the front seat of the man's SUV.

As Bill shut the door, his companion's hand went down and unzipped his suit
pants, pulling out a monster prick. The man's dick was perfect. Full, long,
with a round, bulbous head that flared in a slightly menacing way.

Bill wasted no time bending over and licking the knob. Tasted wonderful,
sort of salty but with a slightly bitter aftertaste of cum. Man must drip a
ton of pre-cum, Bill thought as he dove deeper on to the hard prick. It was
weird; usually Bill liked to be the top man, to be in command during
sex. When he did turn the tables, it was with a stud who he knew he could
trust, who would give as well as he took.

No, this man was different.  The businessman's steel blue eyes commanded
without words. The man was too gorgeous, his build too imposing for Bill
Farrell to do anything but submit.

And suck. Deeper and deeper the shaft plunged down the Coach's throat.
Bill was maintaining a quick pace bobbing up and down, but the other man
helped out, lifting his hips off the car seat to shove his dick harder up
the coach's violated gullet.

God, this man knows how to fuck, thought Bill. He almost regretted not
waiting until a real fuck. He couldn't help but crave this wonderful prick.

"Yeah, you're a butch man, but you know how to take my cock like a
pro. Yeah, I can tell it makes you all horny to service a big dick like
mine. It makes me hot, too, seeing you suck me off.  Ah, fuck, you feel
good. Sometime, I'd like to take you home and mount your big butch ass and
fuck you a new hole."

The businessman's filth talk was getting Bill even hotter. He moaned around
the invading prick. Meanwhile, his hands began to explore the stud's firm
body underneath the dress shirt.

"Ooh, yeah, you'd like that, I can tell. Yeah, I'd just crawl up on top of
you and lift your big legs up over my shoulders and fucking plow your
ass. Wouldn't stop all night."

It wasn't long before hot ropes of cum came shooting out into Bill's mouth.

*****

Darnell rang the doorbell to the Fitzgerald's house. Tim's father answered
the door. The man was impressive, like an older version of his quarterback
son, same athletic tone, same blue eyes, same golden-brown hair. He had the
same gorgeous All-American face, only with age it had hardened into a more
adult, more masculine appearance.  But what got Darnell's blood pumping was
the man's build. He had already changed out of his work clothes into jeans
and a T-shirt, and the muscles filled out and stretched the
material. Before the football player stood one hunk of an older man.

"Hello Darnell," Mr. Fitzgerald said, greeting the young athlete. "Getting
ready for that Chemistry midterm?" he asked smiling.  Darnell had come over
to study for the exam with Tim.

"Yes, sir, Mr.  Fitzgerald." he answered through the knots of lust in his
throat. "Coach says we gotta keep our grades up in addition to playing
ball."

Tim's father showed the guest in and replied, "Yeah, he's right. I will say
the team has done a great job playing this year. We're all real proud of
you guys." Mr.  Fitzgerald placed his hand on Darnell's shoulder in a
paternal gesture.  Darnell could feel the heat and the bulk of the man's
body next to his and could even smell him, the faint smell of soap with the
undeniable scent of a full-blooded male.

"Thanks, sir," he replied weakly.

Mr. Fitzgerald patted him once more as if to send him onward to the
football field and said, "Tim's in his room. Go on up."

When Darnell reached his room, Tim was wearing the team's blue sweats,
which were loose enough to be comfortable and fit well enough to show off
the quarterback's fine form.  Darnell could make out the bulge of a
formidable hard cock tenting up the crotch.

"Hey, stud," the quarterback said, meeting the hot black player in a deep,
mankiss. "Thought you'd never get here."

Darnell hooked his thumbs into the waist of Tim's sweats and pulled them
down in a jerk. The hung quarterback cock snapped up horny and
erect. Darnell took his large, callused hand and gently stroked the snake
of a cock while sucking the other athlete's tongue. "Turn around" he
finally ordered.

Tim turned to face away, as Darnell sank down to his knees, taking time to
enjoy the magnificent view of Tim's muscular backside. Unlike Darnell's
tremendous bulk, Tim was all muscle, and every striation showed beneath the
skin.

Darnell admired the football star's bulging legs, the meat hamstrings and
most of all the beautiful round ass, which Darnell proceeded to grab with
both hands and spread, exposing the puckered hole beneath. He could feel
the heat rising from deep within the crack, Tim's blonde-brown ass hairs
inviting Darnell forward. Without hesitation, the young black man lapped
the whole length of the asscrack, soaking it in his saliva, then began
tonguing the sweet, tight asshole, which spasmed and loosened at each push
of Darnell's tongue.

"Oh, Christ!" Tim sighed. He congratulated himself for coming up with the
Chemistry study group excuse. Darnell simply had the hottest (and longest)
tongue in all of Jackson High. And what it was doing to Tim's puckered hole
was indescribable.

Darnell was in heaven too. He lived to lick ass, particular nice, tight
jock ass. He loved the faint jock scent that lingered. He loved the bumpy
ridge of the jockhole as it loosened up under his expert
administrations. He savored the power of the well-conditioned gluteal
muscles that filled his hand so fully.

The black athlete's erect cock was now out of his pants and gently humping
Fitzgerald's sinewy calf muscle. Tim Fitzgerald was definitely the hottest
guy in the school. Fuck, he was the hottest guy Darnell had ever met.

Slowly he began working more and more of his tongue up the quarterback's
anal ring, working the hole firmly.

"That it, buddy" Tim urged. "fucking tongue that hole."

The athlete's tongue now formed a well-timed drill that pushed open the
sweet asshole and into the heated channel of Tim's rectum.  In perfect
rhythm it would pull out before boring back in.

"Fucking hell" Tim muttered. His cock was on fire. The quarterback reached
down to grab it, desperately wanting to jack his jock load off. Darnell
sensed what he was doing and grabbed his wrists and held them immobile. He
wanted to get Tim off with his expert tongue job.

"Shit, Darnell, I don't know if I can stand this - it's torture"

Darnell said something, but his mouth was still buried deep in the heat of
Fitzgerald's ass, so the star athlete could only hear a stifled mumble. The
extra sensation felt great on his hole, however, and his cock spurted a
squirt of healthy pre-cum. With his wrists held in place, he couldn't wipe
the goo into his hard cock, so it just trickled down the length and over
his balls. My now his dick was twitching and almost hurt it was so ready to
explode.

Then Darnell really started his work. He alternated sucking, chewing and
drilling in rapid succession. As his rhythm increased, so did Tim's
breathing. Finally nearing orgasm, Tim's arms broke free of the hold the
stud black athlete had on them. But instead of grabbing his cock, he
reached behind and held Darnell's head deep in the cleft of his ass.

"Suck, motherfucker!" he shouted and his cock spontaneously unloaded.  The
meaty quarterback shaft was jerking up and down as it shot, and the shower
of pearly white jockcream went flying everywhere.

When Tim finally wound down and caught his breath, he looked down at the
megabuilt athlete still on his haunches, his sperm-covered spent cock still
sticking up out from his crotch. "Thanks, bud, that was incredible"

"Anytime, Fitzgerald."

**********

Officer Frank Miller's wrists were behind him as Coach Harris held them
tight in his grasp, until he could slip the cop's own handcuffs on him. The
room Harris had pushed the policeman into was dark, and it was somehow
sexier feeling the coach's imposing presence behind him.

The Coach reached around and grabbed the crotch of the cop's uniform. His
hand could feel a throbbing hardon straining to get out.

"What have we here?" the Coach sneered. "Seems like my cop friend's got a
hardon for his coach."

"Yeah, man. It's been hard all day long."

The coach's strong grip clamped down on the steel rod protruding in the
cop's pants. With his other hand, he untucked the uniform shirt and pulled
it open. The thick-bodied blonde blue-eyed cop moaned as the other man's
thick, meaty fingers began to play with his erect nipples, pinching them
tightly as the cop cock throbbed in response.

Art pulled the blue polyester material off of Frank's torso and over the
thick, muscled arms until it knotted up around the handcuffs.  He took a
minute to run his hand through the light blonde fur covering Frank's chest.

"Tell me how much you want to get fucked," Harris commanded. Very lightly,
his fingers grazed the hard policeman shaft that throbbed and ached.

Miller responded with a low guttural moan. "Fuck, coach, you know I've been
wanting it all day. I've fucking called you every hour."

The coach didn't speak. Instead, he continued rubbing the man's sensitive
cockshaft with his hard, callused fingertips. The effect was to drive the
policeman crazy with lust.

"Good fuck," the cop responded, "I can't believe how much you turn me on. I
want all of you, coach, I want all of your body taking control and fucking
my cop ass..."

The coach's fingers had now moved down and were stroking the cop's hairy
balls.

"Ah, damn...  and when I first pulled you over, I knew I had a real man in
front of me...  big, butch man with a big cock to match... It was that cock
that clenched it for me. Knew I had to have you fuck me. Had to see what
that cock felt like plowing me good."

By now, Art had his prickhead nudged in the warm ring of Frank's ass. The
cop could feel the bead of dick drool press against his sphincter. The
coach put his mouth right on top of the cop's ear and grunted, "Wet or
dry?"

"Don't care, man. Anyway you want to fuck me. I just need it."

Coach Harris's muscular hand traced the contour of Miller's sculpted
butt. "Let me turn on the light. See that piece of cop ass before I shove
my dick up there."

The light switched on and Frank could tell he was in a laundry room. As his
eyes adjusted to the brightness, he looked down in front of him. Right
beneath him was a pile of used jockstraps from the team.  A large pile. The
policeman's boner went even more rigid and ached in cop lust. He could make
out every pubic hair, every piss stain, every trace of soiled material in
the jocks below.

As the cop was adjusting to the light, Harris pushed his firm cockhead past
the entrance to the cop's rectum. He marveled at how tight and silky smooth
the inner tissue of this butch cop's muscle ass was. The stud on bottom was
half in pleasure from the sizeable cock filling him up just right and half
in pain from the friction of the dry dick chafing his hole. But mostly, he
just got off on being used

As Frank Miller got fucked, he thought about the football players and the
crotches that were hours ago packed into the jockpouches. He thought of
their thick, athlete cocks and their oversized balls. He imagined the burly
coach taking his turn with each of them, screwing their jock butts like he
was doing to Frank now. He thought about big hard football stud cock hosing
jock cum into the underwear below.

Before he realized it, the cop felt an orgasm rip through his prostate,
down through his tightened balls and hose up a megajet of hot sperm. The
cop was lost in the intensity of his nut. His eyes closed and he bellowed
out a growl as his baton jismed obscenely. Strings of ropy, white cum
covered the sweaty jockstraps, the dingy pearly copjuice matching the dingy
white of the straps' material. He imagined the hung teen athletes slipping
on their supporters wet and slimy from Frank's fresh cream. Again Coach
Harris slammed his cock deep into Frank's tight hole. Again, his own cock
and balls convulsed involuntarily as he continued to pump out his spray.

"Worthless pig slut," Harris growled behind him, withdrawing his prick from
Frank's abused ass. Before the cop knew it, he was lying flat face down in
the pile of underwear. The wetness of his own load pressed against his
chest and abs, his face filled with the scent of the used jocks.

The cop was so drowned in lust, he was hyperventilating by this
point. Coach Harris grabbed the man's meaty thighs and pulled them apart.
His prick was hard and dripping. It didn't hesitate for a moment, but
pushed right back into that warm, tight ass, which was now slick with coach
pre-cum and the cop's own ass juices. He plunges straight in, pushing tight
against the bottom man's prostate.

"Shit," grunted the policeman. "Fuck my ass, man."

Coach Harris pinned his whole weight down on the man, holding him down as
he pounded that fine police-grade bubblebutt. Frank was in heaven, between
the wonderful feeling of the burly coach's chest pressed firm into his own
bulging lats and the slippery warmth of the cum-coated jockstraps that lie
beneath him.

"Use me coach," the cop urged, "Fuck me like I was one of your athletes."

Coach carried on his own dirty rap simultaneously.  "Shit, my cop buddy
really needed it bad tonight... See the way he opens those legs even wider,
backing his fine butt back, trying to get more of my big hard cock stuffed
up his tight cop shithole..."

"... Push me down into these sweaty jockstraps. Make me lick and suck every
damn one of them. Punch my guts with that huge cock of yours... Oh,
fuck..."

"...Yeah, open that ass up for your coach. Get it ready to take his nice,
thick load... Hosing my cop good... Fucking my nut deep in his guts..."

"...Come on, man, shoot that spunk in me. Abuse my hole like I was a jock
needing to be disciplined... shown who's boss by a real man.

"...Yeah, stud, I'm giving it up. Giving up my load for you... Feel it,
stud?"

"Fuck, man, I feel it.  Hose me good. Keep fucking me coach, I'm gonna blow
again."

"Fucking fine ass...Blowing my nut good..."

"Shit, I'm coming, man," the cop yelled as his prick unloaded another round
of police jism into the soiled jockstraps.  He thought his orgasm would
never end, he kept shooting and shooting as the coach kept thrusting into
his upturned ass.

When he finally regained his senses, he was alone. The handcuffs were off
now. Coach was nowhere to be seen, and the cum coating his body was growing
cold and drying into sticky patches. He should get dressed and on his way
home. Getting back his energy, the blonde cop, stood up his prick fully
spent but happy. He looked down into the pile of straps, all soaked through
with his own cum, plus what must have been a good bit of the coach's,
too. He looked for the wettest one and picked it up. Slowly, he lifted his
right leg and slipped on the strap. Then the left. He pulled the wet
material up all the way, until it was snug against his crotch. His cock
gave a twitch but was too tired for much else.  The cop smiled.

**********

Brian Pierson looked down into Mike White's eyes. Their faces were only
inches apart, and the two men could feel the heat and the sexual energy
radiate between them. Occasionally, a bead of sweat would drop from the
older man's forehead or nose onto Mike's all-American jock face. Finally,
the coach says, "Think you can handle it, kid?"

Until now, Pierson was completely in control, but by now the stud top coach
was getting shorter of breath as he dicked the hunky fullback with fast,
hard strokes. The athlete was grunting with each inward thrust, and his own
cock twitched in rhythm to the reaming the coach was giving him. He wrapped
his legs around the man's waist, his calves resting on that round, hard
butt pumping a foot of hard cock into him.

"Yeah I'm ready for it, Coach. Fuck me harder," Mike White mumbled. Each
stroke of his fucker's cock turned his guts inside out. His sphincter had
never been stretched wider. He couldn't believe he was taking all of this
gargantuan cock. He couldn't believe those twelve fat inches fit inside his
horny jock ass. He couldn't .  Not only did that dick fit, but Mike was
loving every minute of getting screwed by his future coach. He never felt
so full, so alive. He wrapped his fullback thighs tighter around Coach
Pierson's waist, and his arms around the man's back, the thick lats and
delts flared in full rut. The coach supported his weight with his massive
arms, while the athlete pulled his upper body up from the bed, so the two
men's faces drew closer.

Coach's lips were now touching Mike's. "Fucking take my load, you fucking
jock cunt!" he growled, then ground his mouth roughly against
Mike's. Mike's mouth was invaded by his coach's tongue - long, thick and
dominating. He could feel his ass fill up with his man's nut. Coach kept
thrusting and pumping his seed deep into White's bowels.

Mike was beyond control.  Suddenly, his prick jerked and spurted a second
copious load of jock spew.  Coach held him immobile, still screwing his
ass, while Mike's cock unloaded all over Brian's meaty torso.

Coach broke off the kiss with a grin and looked down at the sheet of
football-player spooge coating his chest and stomach. "Yeah, my boy sure
has man-sized balls."  He leaned back down and licked hungrily at Mike's
mouth.  "And his coach is gonna make sure they stay drained." With that he
started fucking his giant cock into that jock ass for another hard fuck.

**********

"See you later, Mr. Fitzgerald," Darnell called into the study as he got
ready to leave Tim's house.  Fitzgerald sat in his easy chair in the study
reading the evening paper. His T-shirt stretched tightly across his built
chest, and Darnell couldn't help but have his eyes drawn to the man's thick
thighs packed in the jeans. And his feet: the man's bare feet rested in
front of him and they were huge, Darnell guessed a size 14. He wondered if
the man's dick was similarly oversized. He couldn't imagine a cock bigger
than Tim's.

"Let me show you out," the man said, putting down the paper and getting up.

He put his arm around Darnell as if to guide him through the hallway. "Hope
you and Tim are ready for the chemistry exam." he said.

"Yes, sir. At least I hope we are," Darnell answered.

About halfway down the hall, Mr. Fitzgerald turned Darnell toward him and
pressed him back against the wall. He paused a second and looked into his
eyes with a serious and far-off look and then pressed his mouth to
Darnell's. The athlete was taken by surprise, but his perpetual horniness
responded for him. His dick jumped up to a full hardon, his mouth opened to
meet Mr. Fitzgerald in a heated kiss, and his muscular arms wrapped around
the other man's body.

When they were done kissing, Mr.  Fitzgerald said in a low, quiet but
commanding voice, "Tell me what you and Tim have been doing the last two
hours."

Darnell knew he couldn't answer, knew that he couldn't tell the truth to
Tim's dad. But Mr. Fitzgerald grabbed Darnell's hardon through his sweats
and started squeezing and stroking the hard shaft. Darnell's will melted.

"Tim loves to be rimmed," the athlete started as Mr. Fitzgerald's hands
explored up underneath his T-shirt, caressing the athletic muscles and
sensitive nipples. "...and...  well, I'm known as the guy on the team who
loves to eat ass."

Mr.  Fitzgerald kissed him deeply once again, and Darnell could hear the
sound of the man's jeans being unzipped and pulled down.

"Do to me what you did to him," the father said.

Darnell looked down and couldn't believe the prick that faced him. Long,
longer than anything he'd ever seen. He wanted to suck that cock, or at
least as much as he could manage down his throat. Only he'd been ordered to
suck ass. And Darnell knew the man would have a fine ass. He imagined it
would be like Tim's, only fuller and bigger. Darnell loved young jock
asses, but men like Mr. Fitzgerald got his sap flowing unlike anything
else.

The man was one fine specimen, with a thick, fully muscled body of an adult
man who kept in shape. Darnell admired the thick obliques and the full lats
as the man turned around. Then he saw the powerful ass, as much a sign of
the man's virility as that superlong horsecock that jutted out straight in
front of him. For Darnell, the sight was just as great, everything he could
have dreamed of and more, the perfect butt begging to be eaten, licked and
sucked dry.

Mr. Fitzgerald spread his legs and leaned forward, supporting his body
against the hallway wall.

Tentatively, Darnell pulled apart the melon-shaped mounds of butt
muscle. The crack before him was covered in brown hair, so much so he
couldn't see the man's asshole. He knelt down lower and drew his face
closer, all the while pulling the asscheeks further apart. There it was, a
nice pink puckered hole, surrounding by a ring of wonderful brown hairs. It
was perfectly clean, and a tantalizing sight. Darnell stuck his face as far
in to that crack as he could. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked.

**********

When Bill Farrell got back into his truck, he looked at the business card
in his hand: Michael D. White, Jr., CFO.

He unzipped his jeans and let the throbbing boner that was straining the
material. He thought about Michael's magnificent cock, that steely shaft
poking out of the crotch of his suitpants. He remembered the wonderful
taste and the fullsize in his mouth.  He remembered how much Michael
leaked, the pre-cum only making him want the full load hosed down his
throat.

He shut his eyes and imagined himself on a bed with the hung executive on
top of him. He could almost feel his legs pulled up to his chest and the
large cock plowing in and out of his ass. He imagined the amazing body that
must lie beneath that suit, the strong, sinewy muscles, the chest hair, the
powerful asscheeks, perfect for a pile-drive fuck.

Bill opened his eyes and saw globs of sperm coating the steering wheel and
dash board. "Fuck, I gotta call this guy," he said.

Part 7


Mike White slipped a towel around his waist as he got out of the
shower. The steam filled the bathroom, and he had to wipe the fog off the
mirror. He took a second to marvel at his own reflection. He'd been working
hard for as long as he could remember, working to improve his hard body and
athletic ability, and before him stood the sight of a young man whose
muscles were really beginning to fill out nice and full. He noticed the
brown chest hair growing around his nipples and absently his hand went up
to massage the big, round nipple with his finger. He wondered when he'd a
have a body like any of his coaches, but he was proud of what he
saw. Furthermore, he knew that playing ball at State would mean working
himself to his limits, pushing how far his body could grow, strengthen and
improve. He couldn't wait.

Snapping out of his reverie, the athlete began washing his face and
lathering to shave. He'd gotten about halfway through the task when the
door opened and in walked Coach Brian Pierson, balls naked, his hulking
frame filling the doorway and his gigantic cock stiffer than wood and
poking straight up from his muscular belly.

"Morning stud," he said as he felt along Mike's thick, sturdy back.  With a
swift tug, he pulled off the towel. The fullback's shapely bubblebutt
greeted him, and Brian proceeded to caress the firm mounds as he stepped
behind White. Mike leaned back into the powerful build of the older man as
the coach ran his hands all up and down the athlete's firm sides and even
traced along his neck and cheek, gathering the shaving gel that clung to
the teen's skin.

In a quick motion, he grabbed Mike's now hard and distended erection,
giving it a quick squeeze before teasing him. "Glad you're a horny one in
the morning." Pierson stepped back and reached down to coat his own
throbbing cock with the cool shaving gel. Then, without hesitation, he
pushed his huge dick down til it stuck straight forward, then nudged the
head in Mike's jock hole. With a grunt, he pushed forward and lodged his
battering ram right into the fullback's warm rectum. About four inches were
now wedged tight in the offensive lineman's jock cunt.

"Fuck!" Mike screamed. "That hurts. Take it out."

"Shut the fuck up!" the older man ordered. "I need a good fuck right now,
so just open the fuck up."

Mike was stunned at the commanding tone. His asshole throbbed in
pain. Looking in the mirror he could barely see through the tears that were
welling in his eyes. Still he said nothing. He obeyed.

Coach Pierson roughly grabbed Mike's hips while he pulled out the four
inches of hard, thick coach cock.  Then another jab forward. This time the
scepter went deeper.

"Nnngh..."  Mike stifled a grunt deep in his throat. It was barely audible
but Coach heard it and it turned him on. White was a great kid, a good
athlete and the most promising recruit this year, not to mention a hot
lay. But he had to be broken in. So Coach pulled back and rammed in his
cock once more, now splitting the stud's hot cunt with about seven inches
of fat, demanding man meat.

Mike closed his eyes, trying to relax his tight ass, and hoping the sharp
pain would subside. His body shivered as if it were cold, but he didn't let
a sound escape his lips. He wanted to please Coach.

Coach looked over Mike's shoulder into the mirror and saw the young stud's
body shiver and contort as his ass got force-fed a good foot of cock. Brian
wrapped his arms around Mike, in a gesture at once authoritative and
affectionate, and felt the firmness and the power of the teen athlete's
build. The coach couldn't remember when he was hornier. He shoved his dick
in again.

This time, it worked. The resistance gave way and the whole length of
Pierson's huge staff sunk effortlessly into Mike White's guts.

Coach hissed in horned-up excitement. "Yeah, boy, let me in... That's
it..." he cooed as his dick flesh slid along the slick shit tunnel first
in, then back out. Then in again. This ass was open and all his now. Coach
wasn't one to hesitate at the opportunity. Immediately, he began a long
deep and fast pace, pounding the jock's bubble butt without mercy. He bent
Mike forward slightly, so he could grab the stud's hips and angle his own
meat to piston out at a furious speed and hard intensity. He wanted his
cock as deep up the kid's bowels as possible. Hell, he'd have fucked his
own balls deep in there if it were possible.

Those balls were at first hanging low and slapping the flesh between Mike's
meaty fullback thighs each time Coach slammed home. Soon, though, the large
orbs had drawn up til they were appendages clinging tightly to the hard
foot of coach cock fucking Mike's guts raw.

Mike now looked in the mirror and was turned on by the sight he saw. His
muscled athletic body half-bent over the sink, his powerful arms stuck
forward to brace himself while he got dicked by the biggest, most powerful,
most attractive man he'd ever met. Mike's cock was now at full staff and
bobbed as his body shook from the hard pummeling from behind. He looked
between his spread thighs and could see Coach's big balls, and his cock as
it pulled out, primed for another inward shove.

Now Coach was going for his nut, pounding in and tearing up Mike's tight
ass, relishing the slick warmth on his cock. With a loud growl, he shoved
in and unloaded his first volley of thick, hot cum.

"Shit yeah!" Mike yelled as he felt the first spray his the walls of his
jock ass. He reached down to his own erect cock and began flogging away.

Coach felt like he'd been storing up his dickwad for a week rather than six
hours. It felt incredible, like a river was being unleashed through his
pistoning cock.  He felt the fresh sperm wetness coating Mike's tender ass
walls. And he felt that ass tight and clinch around his hard cock.

Mike was cumming. The first few jets blasted out and painted the bathroom
mirror in long, white ropes of semen.

Coach, starting to come down from his intense orgasm, but still dribbling
sperm into Mike's guts, watched in the mirror as the kid nutted and his
body shook in ecstasy.  "Yeah, kid," he murmured, "I thought you'd like a
good hard fuck, the rough way."

"Oh, Coach!" Mike cried, his dick still spasming.

"Yeah, baby?"  Coach asked, kissing the athlete's now sweaty neck, cheek,
and ear.

"That felt so fucking good. So intense."

"Yeah, stud, I know..."

"At first, I..."

"Shh... No need to speak, son. You still got a lot to learn. I'm your new
coach now and I'm gonna teach you new things. Make you learn more about
yourself. Is that what you want, stud?"

"Oh, yes, sir."

"Good." The coach's cock slithered halfway out of the slick, wellfucked
ass, then slowly inched back in. "Your coach is a horny man, you know."

"I know sir."

Slowly again, Pierson removed his dick until only about an inch or two
remained in the boy's chute. "You think you can handle me, boy?"

"I'll try sir," Mike responded softly.

Angrily, the coach shoved his cock right in, all the fucking way in, and
barked, "College football isn't about trying, son. Now... you think you can
handle this dick?"

Mike grimaced from the jab in his guts then called out, "Yes sir! I can and
will, sir!"

"Glad to hear it, son... By the way, you're not going to school today,
White."

"You gonna fuck me all day sir?"

As if to answer, Coach began fucking at a steady pace on Mike's already
well-pounded hole. He continued fucking as he talked. "I like the way you
think, White, but that's not what I'm talking about. You're coming back
with me to State for a couple days.  You can meet the team and talk to the
coaching staff. You'll have to miss practice here, but I called your coach
and arranged it. I'll let you practice with the team at State, plus put you
through a college workout."

"Sounds good, Coach. When do we go?"

"As soon as I've fucked your ass again, White."

"Coach, your dick is still so fucking hard."

"You like it, boy?"

"Yeah, Coach, but..."

"But what?"

"Can I clean it before you fuck me again?"

Coach extracted his foot of hard cock, which shimmered in the coat of coach
cum and jock ass juices. He stepped back from White, who was turning around
to face his new coach.

"All right, on your knees, White."

"Yes, sir," he said before his mouth was stuffed with a foot of hard, wet
dick.

**********


At that very moment his father woke up with a huge, throbbing hardon. He'd
fucked his wife last night, so this was unusual. Michael White was more an
evening person than a morning person, and his sex drive was no
exception. He usually had to shower and get a cup of coffee before he could
think about anything, including sex. Fortunately, his wife was the same
way.

Only this morning, he lay wide awake as his dick throbbed uncomfortably. He
thought about the terrific blow job he'd gotten on his way home from work
yesterday. The guy really blew his mind as well as his dick. Not the sort
of guy Michael normally thought as a fag or cocksucker, the man was built
and real masculine. But fuck, could he give head. He'd spent yesterday so
horny he and Clarice had fucked twice before bed and once again in the
middle of the night. He was still turned on by the thought of the guy.

He looked over at his wife, lying nude on the bed. He reached down between
her legs and felt the wetness of her pussy, and the load he'd deposited
there in the middle of the night. His wife began to wake while he diddled
her twat. "Mmmm.." she muttered as she came awake. She began grinding her
pussy onto her husband's thick, masculine fingers. "Oooh, baby, what a way
to wake up. Finger my pussy, Mike." He continued to explore and finger fuck
her cunt while his other hand pounded his horny cock.


Michael knew he couldn't take much foreplay this morning. Swiftly and
silently, he crawled up onto Clarice's nude body and slipped his cock
deftly into her cunt.

"Oh, Mike, that's it. Slide that cock into me. I don't know what's made you
so horny, but I love it."

Michael knew why he was so horny.  He couldn't get the image out of his
head. While he shafted his wife, he kept thinking of that stud in the
car. He was sure it was his son's baseball coach. The fucker looked like a
coach - big, domineering build, receding hairline, big hairy arms. Looked
like an ex-marine, in fact. And all Michael could think about was what it
would feel like to sink his cock up the coach's ass. Even his dirty talk to
his wife were words he wanted to say to Mike, Jr.'s coach.

"Yeah, bitch, take my cock. All fucking nine inches...  Slamming hard and
deep into your cunt. Is that what you wanted?"

"Fuck, yes," Clarice cooed. "Fuck me, Mike."

As he fucked his wife, the phone rang. Michael immediately stopped his
thrusting. His wife grabbed his asscheeks and held him tight, keeping his
hard cock lodged in her cunt.  "Don't get it," she begged.

"Don't worry, hon. I could use a cool down right now. I'm about to shoot as
it is." Pushing up his weight with one arm, he reached over to the bed
stand with the other and picked up the phone.  "Hello?" he answered.

"Dad? It's Mike."

"Oh, hi Mike. What's up? Did you stay over at Tim's last night?"

"Yeah, dad," Mike lied. Actually at the moment his was lying stomach down
on a hotel bed while his coach lay on top of him, thrusting a gargantuan
dick up his tight, football player ass. Mike had to keep from grunting or
moaning while he got rutted from behind during his phone conversation with
his father. "Look dad, I have some good news."

"Yeah, son?" Michael Sr. began fucking again, sliding his hard cock in and
out of his wife's pussy. She was feeling great. Normally she hated it when
her husband fucked for his own pleasure without any regard for hers.  She
insisted on foreplay, insisted that he go down on her regularly, insisted
that he hold of his orgasms as long as possible. But this morning he was
fucking away without any care for her and she was loving it. Maybe it was
his extra horny, extra hard dick. She always like Michael's large member
and could never understand women complaining about big dicks.

That large dick was now pummeling her cunt while Michael carried on his
conversation.

"Yeah, dad," the voice on the other end said. "I got a scholarship to play
ball at State. The coach there came down yesterday to give me the offer."

"That's great son!" he exclaimed, his breath ragged from the fuck he was
giving Mike's mother. "Congratulations. We'll have to celebrate tonight."

"Well, that's the other thing, dad." He could barely speak the word "dad"
cause just then Coach Brian slammed another hard thrust up his butt. Mike
took a deep breath then continued, hoping his dad wouldn't notice
anything. "Coach is going back today and he's invited to take me back for a
couple of days, let me meet the coaching staff and see the place."


Coach fucked rough and hard while Mike was talking. He leaned forward to
put his mouth at the ear which didn't have the phone receiver and he
growled in a low voice so only Mike could here. "Tell him your new coach
has gotta test drive his baby boy's jock ass for a couple of days. Tell him
how his boy can't get enough of his new coach-daddy's dick. "

Mike couldn't hold back. He removed the receiver from his mouth and thrust
his face into the pillow beneath him as his body shook in another fierce
orgasm, hosing the hotel bed sheets rubbing his prick.

His dad was oblivious and in fact was lost in his own fuck, nearing orgasm
while trying to continue conversation with his son. "All right, Mike. Will
you be back by the weekend?"

Mike recovered enough to lift his head back up and answer. "Yeah, dad. Will
be back Friday before the game."

"OK, son, have a good time. Talk to you later." Michael was getting really
close now and his wife was thrashing beneath him, lost in her own orgasm.

"Yeah, bye dad." Mike said then hung up while his Coach hosed another hot,
thick wad of man sperm up his hole.

"Bye, Mike," the father said into a now dead phone. He didn't even have the
energy to put the phone back on the hook. He just held it to his ear while
his balls gave up a major nut.


**********

Glen Carson's dick wouldn't go down. The young jock had woken up with a
hardon to beat all, and even in the shower it wouldn't go away. He thought
about grabbing his cock and whipping out a hot load, but then remembered
why he'd gotten up early this morning. So reluctantly, he turned the shower
off, dried his body head to toe, then pulled on a fresh jockstrap. He loved
the way, the pouch snugly fit his dick, especially now that it was
hard. Little did he realize how perfectly the straps framed his prime,
fuckable bubblebutt.

The second-string quarterback then slid on a pair of tight-fitting faded
jeans and a Jackson County High sweatshirt. He slipped on his letter
jacket, and was ready to go out the door. His parents didn't ask why he'd
taken to leaving for school an hour early lately, but they were pleased so
kept silent.

Glen pulled up to the house right on time. By now they'd timed it
perfectly. Trent Sullivan had until 8.30 before he had to leave for the
office, and Glen left by 8:00 in order to make to school by quarter after.
That gave Trent plenty of time to wash up and get dressed.

At 7:00 sharp, Glen rang Trent's doorbell. The businessman answered the
door wearing nothing but a big, thick morning erection. "How's my jock boy
doing this morning?" he asked as the two men met in a heated kiss. Glen ran
his powerful quarterback hands all along Trent's stocky, muscled back,
reaching down to knead and squeeze those perfect, powerful ass
cheeks. "Didn't beat off yet, did you?" Trent asked.

"No bud," Glen responded, "I saved it for you." He grabbed Trent's fat cock
and began squeezing and stroking the shaft.

Trent broke into a big smile. "Good." He reached down and unbuttoned Glen's
jeans, then pulled them down to his knees revealing the kid's swollen
jockstrap, which was unable to contain the erection. He turned Glen around
and got down on his knees.

In front of him was the most amazing ass on the Jackson High football
team. Round, taut, perfectly shaped and so fucking smooth.  Trent lapped at
the smooth skin first on the left cheek then the right. He alternated,
getting closer to the boy's crack, savoring the muscular strength lying
just beneath the teen's smooth, soft skin. The quarterback spread his
thighs, or as much he could with his jeans still trapping his legs. Trent
reached up and spread those beautiful cheeks, revealing the depths of the
teen jock's asscrack.

With a long, deliberate swath, Trent licked the length of the freshly
washed gash. It tasted of soap and water and the slight hint of horny teen
jock. He licked again. This time he let his tongue linger at the puckered
ass hole, which quivered at Trent's touch. Gently he rimmed around the edge
of the hole, teasing and licking the puckered folds of flesh guarding the
jock's precious rectum.

"God, Trent!  That feels awesome. Keep licking me, buddy!"

Applying more pressure, Trent pressed in, pressed the tip of his tongue
right in the center of the hole and drove forward. The assring gave way as
Glen's anus swallowed Trent's talented, eager tongue.

"Shit! Ah, keep pushing there," Glen ordered.

The horny businessman complied. His own cock was rockhard now, and was
leaking all over the living room floor. Since the postgame suckoff the
other weekend, he imagined what it would be like to do this to the whole
team, to have the boys line up their hot jock asses ready for Trent to take
them one by one and eat out their horny boy cunts.

Right now, though, he was content with probing Carson's hot cunt deep with
his tongue. At first he just used his long tongue to make deep, in-and-out
fuck motions, loosing and slickening the boy up in the process. Then he
curved his tongue upward and to the side, licking the stud's rectum from
the inside out. The contact his tongue made with the rectal walls drove
both men wild.  Trent knew he had to do this one time after the jock's butt
had been spermed with a good load of jock goo.


"Man, Trent, I'm gonna come with your tongue up my butt."

"No you don't." Trent replied as he pulled out of the jock's ass. Again, he
turned the boy around and this time pulled down the strained jockstrap. He
wasted no time in guiding the boy's prick to his mouth and swallowing the
whole length, and coming back up just in time to catch the quarterback's
hot seed in the front of his mouth.

"Take my wad," Glen ordered, feeling wave after wave of orgasm sweep over
him.

Trent began to back off the hard, spent prick, as he normally did after a
guy got his nut. Only Glen held his head still.

"Sorry, sir. You're not gonna spit it out today."

Trent looked up, his mouth still stuffed full of hard teen quarterback
meat. The two men's eyes locked. Both with determination. "Swallow," Glen
commanded. Trent kept trying to back off, but Glen's powerful arms held him
immobile. Then, slowly, that cock started pushing deeper in, deeper into
Trent's gullet. It backed out slightly then a regular facefuck began, Glen
holding Trent's head in place while his cock reamed out the older man's
throat.

Trent couldn't help himself. His mouth was salivating with each inward
thrust of cock, and involuntarily he began to swallow. Wave after wave of
saliva and jock cum washed down his throat and esophagus, filling his
stomach with a morning protein deposit.

Glen was incredibly turned on. He could see the businessman's throat
contract with each swallow and see the man's face blush scarlet red at the
combination of excitement and humiliation. "Yeah, man, that's it. Swallow
that big load. Show a jock you can respect his jizz.  Yeah, I'll have
another load for you soon, Trent, buddy."

By now, Glen's hold had faded and the businessman was doing most the work
sucking the young man. He pulled off for a second, long enough to reply. "I
sure hope so, kid." Then went back to business, sucking hard jock dick.


(to be continued)