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Coach Brown, Chapter 6
The next day was game day, the team winning another victory. David's parents had come to the game, and he left with them for the weekend. They were celebrating David's sister's birthday on Sunday. It was not until early Monday morning that David returned to campus. For the entire weekend David's mind was on Roger and what they had done. He decided that the fuck on Friday night had led to the greatest climax he had ever experienced.
There was no practice that day. After class and an afternoon of socializing and dinner, David and Roger found themselves again in the dorm room, wearing only underwear, one sitting on the sofa and the other at the desk. David pretended to read for 20 minutes when he raised his head and said to Roger, "I can't wait any longer. Let's fuck."
Roger tossed his book aside, lifted his hips, and within a few seconds was naked on the sofa. David approached him, naked too, with his full erection pointing toward Roger. As David got close, Roger reached out and grabbed David's cock. He pulled David close to where he was standing just in front of Roger as he sat on the sofa.
Roger moved his face close to David's cock. With his mouth open, he paused, hesitated. At that moment, David had a revelation. He realized that all this was new to Roger. That was why there was no reciprocity at the beginning. Roger was taking timid steps. At this moment Roger was face to face with a hard cock. He had never sucked dick before. But Roger took the next step. He moved his open mouth down David's shaft and closed it. David made an audible gasp, both for the pleasure of a warm wet mouth enclosing his dick, but also because it was Roger, doing something he had never done before, doing it for David. Whatever reservation that Roger had about sucking a guy, it was far from his mind, because it was David that he had in his mouth. Roger did well. He had learned from observation, watching David suck on his tool.
Roger lingered with his face in David's crotch for several minutes and then rose. Roger has secretly kissed David's back, but now he was bold. He put his arms around his roommate and pulled him to his lips. They kissed, disengaged, and kissed again, until David said, "I want you inside me. But this first," as David went to his knees and slurped Roger's dick into his mouth, tasting the precum that had already gathered on the tip.
Then Roger stepped behind David, who put his face on the seat of the sofa. Roger guided his dick to David's sphincter and pressed it open, and watched his entire seven inches disappear into David's bottom. He was still as his hands explored David's body, finding his erect nipples, jacking his cock a few times, holding his balls in his palm. Then Roger began his movements, at first taking long slow strokes and then increasing in speed and pressure. This was the second time Roger had fucked David, and to David it was just as before, just as he remembered and dreamed of all weekend, a wave of pleasure through his body.
Like last time, David pleaded for Roger to fuck him, and Roger complied with rapid thrusts, making slapping sounds as his cotch hit David's bottom. David worked his cock, waiting for Roger's finish so they could climax together. It was like magic once again with these two beautiful males emptying their balls at the same time. David felt Roger's cream deep inside him as he shot ropes of sperm on the floor below him.
Roger stayed in as he grew soft. He kissed David on his back and on his neck, and then said quietly in David's ear, "Baby, you are incredible."
The two of them collapsed on the sofa, enjoying that period of contentment and satisfaction after great sex. Roger sat in the corner with his leg pulled up. David was beside him and affectionally rubbed Roger's leg. Both had smiles on their faces. After a moment Roger said jokingly, "You certainly play in the right position. You are a great tight end."
David gave a small laugh and retorted, "With the cum dump you gave me, I should be a full back."
They spend the next few minutes getting ready for the next day of classes, organizing papers and packing backpacks. While during that, Roger came up behind David and gave him a big hug. David turned off his desk light and laid in his bed facing the wall. Within a few seconds, he fell into a contented sleep. Roger looked at David with affection and heard his regular breathing. He turned off the light at the sofa, walked across the room, and climbed into bed with David, spooning with his legs against David's legs, crotch against his bottom, chest against his back. He put his arm around David and left asleep.
Thus, it was for four years. David and Roger were teammates on the field, classmates in the classroom, compatriots in the active social life of the campus, and at night in the dorm room, they were lovers.
Coach Brown's mind now went to the last time he saw Roger. It was after the graduation ceremony at the reception on the Great Lawn, an expanse of grass between three of the oldest buildings on campus. The event was near its end and the remaining guests were standing around the edge of the lawn. David looked across the lawn and saw Roger raise his arm in recognition. David waved back. Roger began walking across the grass. David turned to his family and said, "I'll be right back."
The two met in the middle, alone. They stood close, Roger extended his hand, and David took it and held the grip. David leaned forward as if to whisper something in Roger's ear and said, "I love you."
Roger responded, "I know."
Coach Brown broke himself away from his college memories. He had drifted away for a long time, remembering all of it, but he was now back in the present. There was spot of precum on his leg leaking from the hard dick in his pants. He put a paper towel in his underwear so as to not spot his pants and left the office with thoughts of Saturday on his mind.
Kevin picked me up on Saturday for us to get ready for the Coach. We pulled two mattresses from a guest room and put them on the floor of the den. Kevin decided we should have on jock straps when the Coach came, so we stripped down to put them on. Kevin looked so sexy taking off his clothes, and when he turned around and I saw his cock, my own began to get hard. It was a thing of beauty to me, and I had had it in my mouth and in my bottom. I stood there with a full erection. Kevin smiled when he saw me hard, walked over and took it in his hand. He jerked on it several times and then let go, saying, "Calm down, stud, you have to save that for the Coach."
The doorbell rang and Kevin went to answer. As the door opened, Coach Brown saw just a head appear from behind the door. As the Coach entered and the door closed, he saw what Kevin had been hiding. There stood a gorgeous 18-year old male, naked, his privates concealed by the pouch of his strap. As he followed Kevin down the hall, Coach Brown's eyes could not avoid the muscular round ass checks on display for him. Between those cheeks was a hole that he had fucked for the last two years, and the Coach's dick swelled, getting harder.
As the Coach walked in to the room, he had his eyes on Kevin's ass. He looked up and saw me, standing there in a jock strap, and he smiled. Kevin and I stood together in the middle of the mattresses and watched the Coach strip. The Coach and I had had sex several times. I had my hands on his body, my mouth on his cock, his dick in my pussy, but I had never seen him from a distance, naked. It was a feast to my eyes. He was tall with muscular definition, possessing a solid, powerful body. My gaze focused on his dick, now fully hard and standing at attention. It was fascinating to me, nearly twice as thick as my own, with a large mushroom head.
Kevin and I stood together, stripped off our jock straps, and fell to our knees. The Coach came and stood before us. Kevin and I brought our mouths to his ridged tool. With our wet lips on each side of his shaft, we moved our mouths from the base of his dick to his tip and back again. We took turns wrapping our lips around his dick head. Next, we shared sucking it, with one of us swallowing his monster while the other of us serviced his balls, licking and sucking them. Our hands were all over him, running up and down his legs, feeling his defined abs, tickling his erect nipples which both us knew were very sensitive, and running our fingers through his crack in anticipating of exploring it deeply with our cocks.
Kevin took the Coach's arms and pulled him down. The three of us laid on our backs with the Coach between us. He had each of our cocks in his hand while both of our hands competed in jacking the Coach's big dick. Then Kevin rolled over on top of the Coach. They grinded their cocks together and kissed, with the Coach holding Kevin's ass with both hands.
Kevin rolled off and the Coach rolled onto me. I had my arms around him and felt his weight upon me, sensing the power of his body, feeling his dick against me. We kissed. I was excited to hold him like that, and I pulled my legs up and pressed my bent knees against his hips. It was a submissive move. A signal that I was ready for penetration. I could have forgotten Kevin's plan right there and taken the Coach's dick in me instead.
But Kevin directed us otherwise. We got into a circle. I had the Coach's big dick in my mouth, Kevin had mine in his, and Coach Brown had Kevin. We pleasured each other until Kevin announced a shift. Then I sucked Kevin, Kevin took the Coach, and the Coach sucked me. I was in ecstasy. Something wet and warm was moving up and down the shaft of my dick, feeling so good, while I had a big hard cock of my own to suck. Why I loved to suck cock, I did not know. A few weeks ago, I could not imagine it. It must have been deep inside me all along. Whatever the answer, I loved it, and I eagerly did it.
Kevin was orchestrating the activities, and he broke up our suck ring. He and I knelt beside each other, our faces low and our asses high, welcoming the Coach to fuck us. Kevin had promised the Coach that he could have our holes, and here we presented them to him. The Coach took Kevin first, causing him to acknowledge the cock in his ass with a moan. I saw Kevin's body move as the Coach pumped his bottom. Then I felt something behind me. The Coach had swiftly left Kevin and was pushing on my hole. Before I knew it, I was his. His massive cock had opened me up and filled me. Now I rocked forward as the Coach fucked me with his powerful body. He felt so good in me, and I could feel my body respond. Once Kevin had made me cum just by fucking my 17-year old boy pussy, and now I sensed I was headed down that road again, but fortunately Kevin shifted our activities again.
It was time to fuck the Coach. I was first and I wanted him on his back. I entered him, and his body gripping my cock felt so good. I could not believe that I had my dick in the Coach's ass. The role the Coach was taking is called "passive," but the Coach did not intend it to be. It was as if he were on the field giving directions, encouragement, motivation. It was a running stream of comments.
"Alright big guy, give me your dick...Oh, that feels good...You like it, don't you...Put your hips into it...Is that all you've got? ...Go deep, man...Fuck me...Pump it, pump it, put your body into it...You can do it, score that goal."
I was using my entire body, fucking his bottom as fast and hard as I could, and when I came, I shouted out in victory. I felt like a triumphant lion, standing over its prize. I had fucked him good, fucked him hard, and filled him up with cum. I was out of breath.
The Coach was now full of praise. "Boy, you can fuck. You are going to make a lot of girls happy with that cock. Good job." His words pleased me, the same as if I had done something wonderful on the field. We stayed there in same position as I softened in him. He looked at me with a meaningful smile. Humans are strange creatures, capable of holding contradictory emotions at the same time. I may have been the triumphant lion, but the Coach's smile told me I was something else as well. His look was paternal, and I knew that our relationship was now and always the master and the novice, the teacher and the student, the Coach and the player. He then took his hand and stroked the side of my cheek with the back of his fingers. He put his hand on my neck and brought me to his lips. He kissed me, not a kiss of lust and passion as before, but a kiss of sweet affection.
Kevin was patient, but we finally uncoupled. It was Kevin's turn, and he wanted the Coach in the position that they had used for the last two years. Coach Brown got on all fours with Kevin behind him. Kevin entered him, gave a big smile, and gave me a thumbs up. Kevin began slow, enjoying the feel of Coach Brown's tight hole slippery from my cum. He increased his speed and pressure. I had come quickly, but Kevin was going for a long fuck. Like with me, the Coach started off giving directions and encouragement. Kevin was experienced, having fucked a fair number of girls as well as a handful of guys, so he knew how to use his dick. As Kevin fucked, the Coach got quieter. The role of coach ended. Now he was groaning and moaning, making me think that Kevin's cock was doing it job, carrying the Coach forward to a climax. Kevin's hips were pumping as fast as they could and sweat was appearing on Kevin's forehead. I enjoyed the scene, watching Kevin's ass cheeks flex as he pushed deep inside the Coach, and hearing in turn the louder and louder moans of Coach Brown.
The Coach called loudly, "Oh, yes! Fuck me! Oh, Roger, fuck me!"
Kevin turned to me and mouthed silently, "Who is Roger?"
I shrugged my shoulders indicating I did not know.
Kevin continued fucking, then threw his head back, and said, "I'm coming, Coach. Take it. Take my cum!"
The Coach had been jacking his dick as Kevin fucked him, and as Kevin filled the Coach's ass with cum, the Coach shot an unbelievable amount of his own cum onto the mattress.
It was all over. The three guys were all content and satisfied. Coach Brown laid on his back on the mattress and Kevin laid beside him, resting his head on the Coach's out stretched arm. I laid on the other side with my head on the Coach's chest and my hand holding his softened dick. The Coach gave us a squeeze and said, "My two favorite players."
We laid there silently for a few minutes until Kevin said, "Coach, who is Roger?"
THE END, PERHAPS