The idea for these additional chapters to my Coach Brown story came from Jack B, who made a great suggestion on which I have elaborated. The actual composition is my own. The author retains all rights to this work. I welcome your comments. I am WW at er14990606@gmail.com.
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Coach Brown, Chapter 7
"Coach, who is Roger?" That's the question that Kevin asked as three of us laid naked on the mattress after an afternoon of awesome sex.
In response to Kevin's question, Coach Brown said "I don't understand. Where did this name Roger come from?"
Kevin and I related to Coach Brown differently. To me he was an admired authority figure, he was my coach. I treated him with the respect that a seventeen-year-old would give to someone 15 years older. Even in our intimate relationship, he was the teacher and I was the student. It was different with Kevin. At the few times that I was with the Coach and Kevin privately, Kevin talked to the Coach like they were equals, like they were just two buddies hanging out. Consequently, it was not out of character for Kevin to ask probing personal questions about the mysterious Roger whose name the Coach had called out in the middle of sex.
Kevin replied "I was doing a good job pumping your ass, and you were feeling it. Then to our surprise you called out to Roger to fuck you. I'm thinking that you were a bottom for a dude named Roger who gave you a real good fuck. We want to know about it."
The Coach said "I had a roommate in college named Roger."
Kevin said, "Tell us more."
"He was from California. He was a running back and I was a tight end on the football team."
Kevin said, "Go on."
"We played around," admitted the Coach.
"I'll interpretate that to mean that you two had sex. We want details." responded Kevin.
The Coach went on. Once he started talking, he didn't need any more prompts. He described the sex, and went on to talk about playing football together, socializing on campus, keeping the good study habits that came from Roger, and more. Kevin and I were on each side of Coach Brown, laying on our sides and leaning on an elbow. The Coach was on his back, staring at the ceiling. His comments grew less directed to us and became audible memories uttered out loud.
Coach spoke of Roger's personality, his sense of humor, his kindness. He told us of funny things they did together. Silly, college stuff. Sometimes the Coach had his eyes closed as he talked, and other times he just stared at the ceiling. The Coach's comments were interspersed with pauses that grew longer and longer. I could tell that Roger was more than just a fuck buddy. The Coach had an attachment, an affection, for him, far beyond sex.
There was a particularly long pause, and I asked, "When was the last time you talked with him?"
The Coach's eyes were open, and I could see a tear welling up in the corner of his eye. Looking at Kevin, I silently pointed to my eye and then pointed my finger toward the Coach. Kevin saw it too, and nodded his head.
The Coach replied to my question, "It was after graduation." There was a pause. "I told him I loved him." Another pause. "He didn't say it back." Again, a pause. "Later I wrote him at his parent's address, and he never responded."
I ached hearing this. Beside me was my perception of the perfect male---tall, muscular, strong, athletic, handsome, yet he was so vulnerable. Roger had broken his heart.
Coach then inhaled, expanding his chest, and then exhaled. It was as if he expelled all the sad memories of the past half hour. He smiled and said with a cheerful voice, "What's next?"
Kevin exclaimed, "Pizza. I'll order."
The three of us were naked the rest of the afternoon. Kevin was wise enough to put on shorts to meet the delivery man at the door. He got three beers from the refrigerator, and we ate and drank and talked, talked about anything and everything, just three guys enjoying each other's company.
The pizza boxes were discarded and the beer pissed away, when Coach Brown said to Kevin and me, "You've had time to recover. I know those dicks are ready to get hard again. I want you two to do it. When you play, who fucks who?"
I said, "We take turns."
Kevin grabbed me in a hug and declared, "But this afternoon I am going to put my cock in your tight hole."
We reached for each other's dicks, and they grew in firmness as we pulled on them. Kevin dropped to his knees and took me in his mouth. A spark shot through me as his wet warm mouth held my cock. He took my balls in his hand and began to suck as I put my hands on the top of his head. He was eager to lick and suck and it felt so good. I reached down and took his chin, raised his face so our eyes could meet. With eyes locked, he held my rigid tool in his hand, extended his tongue, and licked the precum off my tip.
I enjoyed Kevin's mouth, but I wanted to taste dick too. I pushed Kevin back and he laid on the floor with me between his spread legs. I was glad to have him in my mouth. His cock was so hard and my head went up and down as my wet lips pleasured his shaft. With my lips at the tip I lowered my mouth, taking one inch, then another, then another, until Kevin's dick disappeared completely and my nose was in his pubic hair. I raised my face back to the tip and repeated the deep throat of Kevin's dick. Next, I attacked his balls, leaving them wet with spit from licking and sucking them. I tongued Kevin's navel and moved to his nipples, taking each one gently in my teeth before sucking on them. Then we kissed as we grinded our cocks together.
Kevin shifted his weight and turned us over. He positioned me for penetration, pulling me up on my knees. I was resting on my elbows with my ass in the air. As he knelt behind me, he reached between my legs and pulled my dick back. It pointed downward. Kevin sucked on the head, and then worked his wet lips up the shaft to my balls, and then to that spot behind the balls. It all felt so good, but I was filled with anticipation. Will he do it? Will he pleasure me in that special way? Yes. I felt his wet tongue at the base of my crack. Then he dragged his tongue through my crack from bottom to top. He then went down, retracing his route, before pulling apart my ass cheeks and burying his face between them, pushing on my hole with his tongue.
"Oh! Oh!" I said in a high whimper, as I pushed my rear into his face.
I grew more and more excited. I was ready now. I was on the verge of begging him for his dick, but before I uttered it, he lifted his face and moved close behind me. I felt him rub his dick head up and down my crack and then put it on my tightly closed hole. I quickly moved my hand back between my legs and put my fingers on each side of my hole. I wanted to feel his rigid cock as he entered me. As my sphincter yielded to the pressure of his body pushing against it, I felt his cock slid by my fingers, entering me inch by inch. There was no period of adjustment. The pleasure was already there, and it intensified as Kevin began to move.
Kevin's long dick was sliding in my tunnel. My eyes were closed and my mouth was open in a silent moan. I hoped his fucking would never stop, but I knew there was an end. He was moving me down the road to a climax. I had no control. His dick was going to do it just by fucking my hole. I looked down and back and saw my hard cock swaying back and forth as Kevin's thrusts hit my bottom. His dick was working my prostate and precum dribbled from my slit.
I turned my head and saw the Coach with his big dick hard between his spread legs. He was slowly jacking it as he watched us. I could see the gleam in his eye as we performed for him, his two boys sucking and fucking for his enjoyment.
Indeed, the Coach was engrossed with what he saw. There was me, recently so innocent, receiving a big cock in my ass. I was a willing student to the Coach's sexual instruction. There was Kevin, a talented athlete with a gorgeous body. The Coach looked at Kevin's muscular ass that flexed with each fuck into my hole. It was Kevin's hole that had so willingly taken the Coach's dick for the last two years. It was the depository of countless cum dumps.
As I was watching the Coach, I saw him spit three times into his hands, rub them together, and then wet his cock. He rose and walked out of my view.
Then I heard Kevin exclaim, "Ahh! Coach! Coach." I knew that Coach Brown had just pushed his big cock into Kevin's boy pussy. We were both being fucked.
At first the Coach stood still. Kevin began moving back and forth, where he was fucking me as he thrust forward and fucking himself as he moved backward. Kevin was in ecstasy, and both the Coach and I heard clearly his moans. "Oh, Fuck! Oh, Fuck!"
Then I felt a heavy thrust that pushed me forward. Coach was now fucking Kevin's hole and his hips were pushing Kevin deeper into me. My excitement grew. I was being fucked by them both at the same time, with Kevin's cock in me and Coach's powerful body pushing it deeper. I was leaking precum like a dripping faucet.
We were three men but a single physical entity. We were joined, dicks in holes, arms holding us together. Sexual energy flowed through our bodies. The end was like a wave hitting us. Kevin was first. He announced his climax just as I felt his cock pulse in my hole and shoot jets of cum into me. I was next. With a low moan, four streams of cum wet the mattress underneath me. A minute later, Kevin sensed the Coach's coming climax and yelled out, "Give it to me, Coach. Fill me with cum!" Coach Brown compiled and flooded Kevin's hole.
We were spent. I collapsed, lying flat in the puddle of my own cum. Kevin was sprawled across me with his soft cock barely in my hole. The Coach laid beside us and softly stroked my body then Kevin's.