What the fuck! Where was
that fucking jock strap?! There I was, in the room of our coach and I
couldn’t find any of his fucking jock straps.
I know that I should have
planned this more, but when I saw that the door to the coach’s rooms
was open and no one was at home, I just could not resist. I know I
could get caught any minute, but when would I ever get such a chance
again? The mere thought of holding one of the pieces of fabric that
are constantly pressed against the coach’s hard muscles gave me a
boner, but having the one that holds his cock and frames his
delicious bubble butt was the ultimate prize. It almost made me bust
my nut.
I guess my cock had
overruled my brain and so here I was and could not find what I had
been seeking. Not in the drawers, not the wardrobe, where could he
have them?
I was about to go through
the dirty laundry when I heard a loud laugh. “You left the door
open.”
“Smartass,” it was the coach. Not sure who the first guy was, but right now I did not care. I had only seconds left to hide and with the blood rushing out of my skin and my heart beating like a drum, I basically threw myself into the wardrobe in the bedroom. I knelt down, tried to calm down and listen.
It did not look as if
anyone had heard me as no one came into the room. The doors of the
wardrobe were not solid wood but had a grid in it. The bars were big
enough that you could not see what was inside but from within you
could see the entire room.
“It’s becoming
a habit, have you noticed?” The unknown guy sounded close. When
he entered the room and sat down on the bed I got a good look at him
and I was pretty sure that his name was Kevin. I had seen those
slanted, dark eyes, pointy nose, square face and slightly wavy hair
before. I imagined him in wrestling suits and was confident that he
was one of the newbies on the team.
I could hear the door
being slammed shut, followed by the coach’s voice. “Happy now,
my queen?”
Kevin smiled. “Kiss
my ass, you peasant!”
“Peasant? I think
someone is way over his head right now.”
“Very unlikely, I
know exactly where I stand.”
Finally the coach came in and he was as hot as always: big chest, thick arms, stretching his shirt all out, his jeans filled with his thick legs and butt; Jesus was the guy sexy. His black hair was once again geeled upwards and short at the sides, he had a slight beard at the chin, and his sharp cheekbones accentuated his face as always. How often had I fantasized about this womanizer taking a short trip to the other shore and piledriving his dick into my willing ass? His big almond-shaped eyes had a glazed look and I saw the reason for it in his right hand. He finished the beer and put the bottle on a cupboard near him.
“I do not have to
teach you who’s in charge, do you?” He asked while standing
threateningly over Kevin.
Kevin just grinned at him
for that. “Not going to happen.”
The coach jumped and threw
Kevin back on the bed. Instead of a scream Kevin laughed and tried to
get out of under the coach’s body, without success. The coach took
him into a headlock and Kevin dug into his muscular arms but could
not break his grip. His face was starting to turn red.
“What was it that you
just said?” coach asked sarcastically. “I am sure it was
MASTER.”
“Fuck you,”
Kevin said in a strangled voice.
Coach chuckled. “Oh
no, you’re the one who gets fucked here!”
Kevin struggled and
finally managed to break free and fly off the bed to face the coach
with a red head, breathing heavily. He must have loosened the grip on
Kevin’s neck, giving him the chance: “Not this time, bitch. You
will be the one fucked tonight!”
“You know the rules,”
Coach stated, resting on his arms and looking up at Kevin with a
broad grin. “Be the first to say Uncle, you get the dick in the
ass. And that’s always been you!”
Kevin was breathing more
calmly now, “Not this time,” he said and squeezed his
crotch.
Coach got up from the bed
and faced Kevin. “You know the rules!”
“I do,” was the
only reply before Kevin had tackled him to the bed and grabbed the
coach into the same hold he had captured him before. He must have put
all his strength in it to hold the coach, because it seemed to be
working. The coach actually struggled.
“Just tell me you
want my dick, then the pain will stop, old man.”
Kevin started grinding
against the coach’s ass.
“Fuck you,” was
the only answer. Coach stretched out his arms; furiously trying to
catch Kevin’s head. In response Kevin pushed hard again and gave
coach a punch in the side, making him scream.
“Okay,” he said.
“Uncle.”
Kevin poked a fist in his
side. “What did you say,” he snarled.
Groaning, coach screamed:
“Uncle! Uncle! Fuck you, you bitch, Uncle!”
“Bitch?” Kevin
grinned from one ear to the other. “You still dare to call me
bitch?” He released the coach and kicked him in the side. The
hunk rolled off the bed and crashed onto the floor.
Kevin quickly followed and
sat on the coach’s back. He pulled his arms up and held them over his
knees, a Camel Clutch, a favorite of the coach. Kevin put his hands
around coach’s head and pulled him back by the chin. “Who is the
bitch now?”
“Me!”
“And who will be
fucked?”
“Me,” said
coach, who was out of breath.
Kevin let go of him and
the coach collapsed to the floor. Kevin raised a bit to open his
jeans. “I’ve waited a full week for this,” he said, while
freeing his nicely formed, very hard cock from his black boxers.
Coach was only sighing. He
reached down and fumbled at his jeans himself. Hampered by Kevin
kneeling over him, he managed to pull down his pants and reveal a
big, tight-looking, very white and hairless ass.
„Pure muscles“; Kevin
noted approvingly before pulling the delicious ass upwards (forcing
the coach on his knees) before he slapped the worked-out buttocks. He
lapped at it once and shortly thereafter licked the coach’s hole
like a maniac. He pulled the buttocks wide apart to taste the coach’s
cunt as deep as possible. This treatment made the coach whimper,
submissive and begging for more.
“Yes… Oh God yes.
Don’t stop Kevin! Holy shit, you’re killing me.”
Kevin must have given him
an excellent tongue massage, because the coach didn’t even protest
when his hole got spit on and a finger inserted. Quite the contrary,
he even moved his ass back and forth while Kevin kneaded his
buttocks. There was no doubt, the coach wanted to be fucked. Everyone
could see it. Or at least I did, and Kevin did too. He switched from
a finger to a thumb and starting fucking a bit faster until the coach
had become completely subservient.
My cock was hard as a rock
at that moment but I could not do anything about it. Because I was
busy recording it all on my phone. No one in their right mind would
have let this opportunity pass by.
If it weren’t for Kevin
working the coach’s ass so good that he made him a moaning bitch in
heat they surely would have heard me by now. My breath came in short
puffs, not much different from the coach’s when Kevin stopped his
thumb fucking. But the two were so loud that I couldn’t hear myself
anymore.
Kevin spat in his hand and
smeared the saliva over his cock.
“Go slow, okay?”
coach asked.
“Bullshit,”
Kevin said. “You’re never slow with me, and now its payback
time.”
In no time Kevin had brought himself in position. All he had to do was grab his dick and plugging the coach’s ass. A short cry rang through the room, when the coach was broken in, then Kevin was already sliding back and forth inside him. At first he was doing it slow, then faster and faster. The pain in the coach‘s face had quickly given way to an ecstatic expression.
With that all dams broke.
Kevin screwed the coach properly, becoming faster quickly. Doing a
good job. The coach became totally loose, transformed into a willing
brood mare. Both were one hell of a site. Especially the coach’s
vibrating muscle ass, which was bouncing with each movement; my eyes
were glued to it. The thought of fucking that tight ass properly made
me shoot my load with a low scream without touching myself.
The two hunks couldn’t hear me, not over all of their wheezing and grunting.
Kevin started to ram
into the coach more and more strongly, the coach grunting with every
thrust. His hands were digging into the carpet and his face was full
of pleasure. Who could blame him? Kevin started ramming him
especially hard now, and drops of sweat dropped from both of them.
“So close,” Kevin said through clenched teeth.
“Breed me,”
moaned the coach. “Cum in my ass!”
With a few last hard
thrusts, both faces seemed to distort in convulsions: their mouths
opened into an O, and they moaned. Finally, Kevin bore one last time
deep into coach and then stayed there.
Coach raised his head and
Kevin leaned down to kiss his cheek.
Slowly, Kevin pulled his
cock out of coach and lay down next to him. Coach turned and hugged
Kevin. Smiling, Kevin asked, “And how was it?”
“Fantastic fuck,”
coach answered slightly breathless.
Kevin looked down at
coach’s still hard dick and bent forward to clean him off. Coach
rolled his eyes upwards as Kevin’s head moved quickly. I could see
coach’s balls bob up and down and his dick shoot a second load into
Kevin’s mouth.
Smiling, Kevin gave coach
another kiss. “You’ve never shot twice before,” he said.
“Never been fucked
before.” Coach answered, still slightly breathless. Then turned
to Kevin and said: “New rule: The winner gets the dick in the ass.”
“Fine with me,” Kevin
answered before both hugged and kissed each other tenderly. “Ready
for bed?” Kevin asks.
“Sure.”
They got to their feet, undressed and then got into coach‘s bed.
Only after a long while
past darkness did I get out of there. Albeit not before making a last
few pictures of the coach and his fantastic ass being spooned by
Kevin.
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