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Coach Roberts was usually the last one in the gym after ball practice, so it was unusual for him to hear voices in the locker room. He went to investigate, when he realized the voices were of his star pitcher and catcher. He overheard their initial sexual conversation, and it got more intense, could not bring himself to surprise them. Instead the talk of eating ass, and sucking hot jock cock, got his attention so he tried to keep quiet. He was totally interested in just how far this would play out.
When he saw Jax and Ralph finally end in the shower, he hid behind a row of lockers as close as he could get. From his vantage point he was able to watch the entire show. Coach "Jake" Roberts, was a man's man to most casual observers. Known for his athletic prowess on the ball field during his high school days, he was welcomed back to coach, once he graduated college. During his days in school he figured out that his love of sports, also translated into his love of men as well. He would claim versatility, but in all honesty loved to get fucked. Enjoyed the feeling of a hard cock stretching his jock hole.
As he watched his two young charges get their rocks off, Jake couldn't help but wonder what it might be like to have those two young bucks in the shower with him. Just watching his star pitcher's cock go in and out of the catcher's mouth got him hot and bothered, and he needed to get off. While the two boys came, so did he, right in his shorts. He knew he needed to get out of sight soon, so he quietly went back to his office ands hut the door. Once inside he slid his hands down into his shorts to try and scoop out as much cum as he could. He loved cum.
Jake was a well-built man. Standing close to 6'2", weighing in at about 225, dark hair, goatee, and a thick coating of hair all over his body, he definitely fit the rugged personae. While the locker room was now quiet, Jake decided to take care of business again. He wanted to replay the scene he just watched, and put himself in the middle. He pushed his shorts down to his knees, and started to stroke his cock. He closed his eyes, and let his hands play with his ball sac. rolling his egg sized balls around in his hand. Jake was just starting to get into it, when he heard the heavy double doors slam shut. He just had time to duck his legs under his desk, when the door opened.
In walks Jax's father Pete. Pete and Jake went to school together, and played on the same team during that time. They kind of lost touch when Pete went off to pursue his Minor League career and Jake went off to college. Now that the two were in the same town again, they started to hang out more often. You see, for all his "family guy" life, had always been interested in other guys. Of course being a ball player you couldn't let on that you were gay. Even if you hooked up with other ball players, there was a code of silence that prevailed. Even getting married had not been what he wanted, but playing the "straight" man was the best way to get along, or so he though. Pete and his wife were never really happy. They got married because Jenny got pregnant. The whole situation was a big mistake, but it was a great cover. No one suspected his deep-seated needs to be with another guy, and so he was ok with that. That was until Jake showed up again.
Jake and Pete had been good friends, but not close friends while they were growing up. They played ball together, went to the same parties, but there was always a strain there that neither one could explain. There was a tension in the air that always kept the two apart. But now that they were adults, that tension seemed to have changed into something else, something stronger, and something more instinctual. Pete couldn't put his finger on why, but he just loved to be in Jakes' company. They would go out for a couple of beers, do a ball game, etc, and it always seemed to end way too soon. Pete knew that there was some sexual energy between them, as he always noticed that both he and Jake would spring wood whenever they were together. Pete just didn't know how to take it to the next level.
As Pete walked in he could tell something was different. Jake looked like he was in the middle of something, but was trying hard to play it off. "Hey buddy, just dropped by to talk to you about Jax". Jake's eye's went wide, and his thoughts raced. "Uh, sure".
"What did you want to talk about?" Pete was standing in front of Jake's desk, and staring intently into Jake's eyes. Jake still had his shorts down around his knees, and his dick was rock hard, so he was trying to keep that hidden from Pete. However, seeing the powerful man in front of him only made things worse. Jake had always admired Pete, and even fantasized about getting him drunk, naked and taking what he wanted from him. But of course that never happened.
"Well..." Pete started, as he moved to the chair at the side of the desk, " Jax seems distracted lately, his timing is off". Jake, trying to stay professional, kept his legs under his desk, and concentrated on the conversation. "I understand your concern there Pete, Jax is a good catcher and there is always the possibility some scout might be looking at him". "I am guessing it's just normal teenage boy stuff, thinking too much about girls and such". Pete considered the idea; "You might be right on that score, I do remember losing focus on the field a time or two myself at that age". They both laughed.
Jake was stroking his cock with his left hand as he kept his right hand on the desk. Pete noticed the motion, and somehow knew what he was doing. Pete wasn't sure what he wanted to do about it. Here was his long time buddy, stroking his cock under his desk while he was talking to him. His own cock betrayed him by getting harder. Pete decided what better time than now to act on his feelings with Jake. Seemed to be a perfect setting. He got off on the smell of men, the scent of the room itself, the heat still permeating the air. It all brought back fantasies for Pete. "I can remember my hormones raging all the time, never knew when I would throw a boner", Pete said. "Yeah, usually had one going all during the game, my cock rubbing in that cup, the sweat making great lube". Pete had to smile at that. He remembered throwing wood most of the game too, but usually because he was focused on the asses of the other men on the field. "I still get a boner during the day when my cock swings in my boxer shorts", Pete said, looking Jake right in the eyes. "But always have enjoyed tighty-whities most of all". Jake's eyes grew bigger, he also had a fetish for tighty-whities, so he added to the suspense. "Yeah bud, brings back memories of spontaneously shooting a load in my shorts during class. Would walk around all day with that in there until I got home". Jake offered.
"Hell yeah, by the time I would get back to my bedroom my Fruit-of-the-Looms, would be moist with sweat, spunk, and piss stains." Pete said. "Looks like those memories are giving you something to get hard about", Jake said. "Yeah, I am hard man, been getting hard watching you stroke that cock of yours under your desk", Pete countered. "It's been in my jock all day, so its got lots of taste, and smell, care to investigate?". Pete hesitated for only a second, and then as Jake swiveled around in his chair, Jake dropped to his knees. Right in front of him was a hard cock, sticking straight up about 7 inches. Its head was not large, but gave just a slight curve. Pete stared at his buddy's cock, all hard, and slick with precum.
Tentatively he opened his mouth and took just the head in. Running his tongue across the head of Jake's cock, he licked up the sweet juices flowing out of his friend's cock. Watching Pete suck his cock made Jake even harder. He had suspected there was a need in his buddy, but there was such a heterosexual facade there that just seemed so impenetrable. Now he saw what the tension was between them, lust. Pete eagerly swallowed Jake's cock and fed on him as if starved. Jake moaned loudly each time the head of his cock hit the back of Pete's throat.
Pete was enjoying his first cock. The taste, and smell was driving him crazy. He wanted more of that, and started to suck on Jake's ball sac. He could taste the tanginess of his sweat, the slight mustiness of his piss as well. Part of his arousal was seeing the well-worn jock nestled under Jake's balls. He could smell the dirty jock and wanted to suck on it. "Take your shorts off buddy, and put your jock back in place, I want to work on you like that", Pete said. Swiftly standing up, Jake stepped out of his gym shorts, and pulled his jock over his erection. Pete got up and started to undress. First undoing his tie, then slowly unbuttoning his crisp white dress shirt. Jake could see the pelt of dark hair under white t-shirt and drooled in anticipation. Stepping out of his shoes, Pete let his slacks drop to the floor. Standing there with just a white t-shirt, boxer short, and his dress socks he looked so straight.
Pete's cock was tenting out the front of his boxer shorts, and there was a small spot of moistness showing where he was leaking precum. Jake wanted so badly to taste that juice, but Pete was of a single mind at this point, and was down on his knees again. He sniffed around Jake's jock pouch, pulling in the scent of man, piss, cum, sweat. He ran his tongue over the material, and the bitterness was apparent. Pete closed his eyes and worked mouth over the pouch. Taking in Jake's balls, and cock where he could. What made the experience better for him was the "nasty" element. He craved to be one with a man in all his naturalness. It felt only right then that he turned his tongue to the underside of the jock, where the straps meet right at the ass hole. He knew he would find more of the hot man there. He let his tongue linger over that stitched area. He could taste the pungent flavor of Jakes ass. He tuned Jake around and had him bend over his desk. He marveled at the well-muscled ass cheeks, and ran his hands over the mounds.
Pet then started to kiss, and bite Jake's ass cheeks; he wanted to feel that soft down of the light hairs on his ass over his tongue. He tentatively spread those cheeks apart, revealing the hairless crack. It surprised Pete to find Jakes channel shaved, but was excited by it all the same. He pushed his nose into Jake's ass crack, and took a good sniff. The heady smell of man was there, and it made Pete's dick jerk in reflex. He pushed is face further into the sweaty place, and found that Jake's hole was just a little dirty. He immediately swiped his tongue across the tender space, Jake's hole responding to the intrusion with a wink. Jake moaned in excitement as he felt his buddy clean his hole, the fact that this man was running his tongue across his shit hole made him excited. "Yeah buddy, you like that hole?" Pete responded with, "Fuck Yeah Man, this is what I wanted.".
Pete had never realized his kinky side, nor admitted his homosexuality as anything other than jock companionship. But looking back he could tell where his tendencies were, and knew that with Jake he could, and would explore other dimensions in man-to-man sex. He loved the taste and smell of Jake's hole, and wanted to fuck him badly. But he also wanted to see the jock service him, make him the center of his attention and sexual fulfillment. Rising up, he ordered Jake to his knees. Jake complied willingly. Then Pete ordered Jake to sniff around his boxers, getting deep into the material around his balls, and hole.
Jake didn't hesitate to start his own exploration. He pushed Pete against his desk, making sure he was bent over. He immediately started on Pete's ass. He wanted to smell the man, and get into his ass. Jake had explored a bit of dirty ass sex, not scat exactly, but just the normal way a man would be. He loved to sniff a man's ass through the material of his shorts, especially if they were wearing well fitting tighty-whities or other underwear. Pete caught his breath as he felt Jake invade his ass crack with his nose. Knowing that he could smell the slight odor on him. He kept himself clean, but had recently taken a shit, and knew he wasn't as clean as he wanted. It all didn't matter once Jakes' face was up there. Jake pulled the boxers down and immediately dove into the hairy hole. He could taste Pete, and wanted more, he spread the husky man's ass apart, and stuck his tongue as deep into the hole as he could.
Pete was in heaven. The pleasure Jake was giving him was more than he could have imagined. "Yeah pig, get into my hole, clean out my shit!" Pete demanded. Jake was more than eager. Using his tongue he licked deep into the hairy sphincter, using his mouth he would suck on the hole. Each wave of electric passion sent shivers up Pete's spine. "Fuck man, I never knew it could be this good, suck my hole" As much fun as having his ass eaten, Pete wanted to feel his dick fill his buddy's mouth. He turned over and his cock was sticking out, point right at Jakes' mouth. Pete was only slightly bigger in length than Jake, but it as thick as a beer can. Jake knew he wanted to feel that fat fuck pole in his hole, was willing to get it slick with his spit. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and sunk down on that cock. He could get most of it in and wanted to show Pete what an expert cocksucker he was. He mouth moved up and down on the shaft, and his tongue worked the head. Spit covered Pete's cock and dribbled down to his ball sac. "You are one good cocksucker sport!" Pete said, "Take my dick down your fucking throat pig". Jake eagerly tried to accommodate.
"I want to fuck that ass of your buddy" Pete growled. "I want to fucking split that jock hole open and really see how much abuse you can take". Jake, still on his knees in front of his buddy, looked into his eyes, and said, "Man, fuck me raw and hard, I want to feel you shoot that baby batter deep into my jock hole". That is all the motivation Pete needed. He pulled Jake to his feet, and then bending him over his desk he laid one leg on the desk, and the other on the floor supporting him. He spit into Jakes crack and watched his spittle work its way down. He then spit on his cock and slicked it up more. He moved into position and teased Jake's hole with the head of his cock. "You want it like this buddy, raw, and just spit for lube?" "Yeah fucker, do me hard, and natural!" Jake replied, the hint of lust in his voice. Pete aimed his cock ram at the shaved hole and pushed.
Jake's hole was well worked from dildoes he had at home, and as much cock as he could get at the truck stop, so as Pete pushed against his hole, it opened willingly. It also had been worked a bit with a hand, so there was enough pliability to allow that thick meat to penetrate. The initial shock still overwhelmed Jake, and he screamed with pleasure as Pete's cock opened him up. Pete had never fucked anyone up the ass, and this was going to be a first in many ways. But as soon as his head pierced Jake's eager hole, he knew he would never fuck pussy again. The Coach's hole was tight, and warm, and moist. It was sucking him in; even as he was holding back in order to let Jake take him. He had never experienced the joy he did with any other person. As his cock slid all the way to his balls, he let out a lusty sigh.
Grabbing Jake's hips he started to deep dick his buddy slow. Pulling his thick monster meat almost all the way out, and then slowly letting himself sink deep into the man's gut, he allowed Jake to feel every pulsing inch of his cock. Jake met his thrusts with equal abandon, wanting that cock as far into him as possible. The sensation of being inside another man, another masculine man was getting to Pete, and he began to pick up the pace of his thrusts. Pete pounded hard at the prostate of his son's Coach, and let him have it good. "Take my fucking rod man, feel that cock fuck your hole, pig!" Jake responded back, "Fill my hole with your cum man, fuck me good, make me you pig boy!"
Pete wanted to watch Jake's face as he fucked him, so he pulled out and had Jake position himself on his back with his ass at the edge of the desk, legs up in the air. Pete immediately resumed fucking his friend, with hard, rapid thrusts. "Fuck man, take my dick, faggot whore!" Jake balanced himself with is legs on Pete's shoulders and his hands gripping the edge of the desk. He was in heaven watch this powerful man breed his hole like a $20 dollar whore. He loved being used by men, especially men that exuded masculinity, and power. "Take my hole and make it your's man, fill my gut up with your spunk, and this ass will belong to you." Jake said. Pete knew he could not hold off much longer. Jake's moans of excitement, and the sensations of slipping into that warm hole were getting to him. He couldn't imagine feeling anything more exciting as his balls tightened up against his body; he knew he was about to cum. "Take my fucking juice man, it's going to flood your ass". "Oh, yeah man, breed my hole raw!" Jake held on and watched as Pete shoved his cock deep into his tender hole, and felt Pete's cock jerk as it shot volley after volley of cum into him. Jake pushed himself as hard against Pete's crotch as he could, he wanted it all.
Pete looked down at his buddy, and saw the pure bliss that comes from pure pleasure and contentment. He had never fucked another man in his life, and this experience was registering deeper in him that he wanted to admit. He remembered days of watching his fellow teammates naked and sweaty, and thinking about their bodies, but never letting himself take that too far. Now he had made that inevitable step toward something that was instinctive. He knew he would never enjoy a woman again, not as he had this man.
After they cleaned up, and were relaxing in the Coach's office, they again got on the subject of Pete's son Jax. "Did you know your kid was gay?" Jake asked. Pete's eyes got big, and there was a look of amazement on his face. "No, had no idea, how did you find out?" Pete asked. "I just caught him sucking Ralph Edmunds off in shower, just before you came in". "I guess it runs in the family." Jake laughed. Pete thought about it and he had to admit that the idea of his son being gay was not so bad. But on the other hand it gave him some ideas.