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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This story contains elements of raunch. This may include piss, feet, musk, fisting, etc. If you aren't into it, don't read this story.
Additional note: not everything listed above is in every chapter! It'll all be there eventually though.
Additional additional note: there will more than likely never be scat of any form in this story. Not my thing.
LAST PART: "I love you son," he cooed.
"I love you too, Dad," I said back, smiling just a little.
I slid my cock across his body as I crawled on top of him, his larger frame still slightly dwarfing my nearly fully grown one. I wrapped my legs around him, holding him tight as we drifted off to sleep together.
My next time fucking Coach was just as ravenous as my time with Dad, but also the exact opposite.
Once I knew Coach was heading back from his conference, I'm pretty sure the texts I sent him could've gotten me landed on a watchlist for stalkers and sexual deviants. After about three paragraphs describing just how horny I was, he got back to me and asked me to be at his house butt naked and ready to go by 6. I was there and ready at 5.
As I heard his keys in the door, I draped myself over the arm of his couch, pushing my ass out on display for him. I heard the door open and a bag drop before Coach whistled out slowly.
"There's that fuckin' boy," he said.
Before I could process it, Coach was on his knees, his face in my ass. He started suckling my hole immediately, slobbering all over it and pecking it with his lips. I groaned in pleasure as he licked my hole from bottom to top, almost nibbling on my protruding ass lips as he did.
He grunted into my ass as he blew a raspberry, making me laugh at the tickling sensation. He pulled away from my hole, tapping it roughly with his palm.
"You know, kid, while I was at that conference I tried hooking up with some people in the area. None of em' were as good as you," Coach said.
I could've laughed. Only Coach would go out and fuck men during a work-related conference. But that's part of why I loved him. He was a horndog through and through.
"Let me taste my ass," I said, standing up and turning to face him.
Coach grabbed my face, wasting no time ramming his tongue into my open mouth. I did the same to him and we made out, slobbering like beasts and grunting. He sucked my mouth hard, our mouths squelching. I broke away after a moment, gasping for breath while he smirked.
"Come with me, I've got somethin' for ya'," he said, grabbing my hand.
I followed him, still holding his hand as we went down the narrow hall to his bedroom.
He flipped the light, and I looked around his room. I'd been in there many times before, but it was always in a slightly different state of disarray every time I came over. This time, workout clothes were scattered across the floor. A large bottle of lube sat right on his bedside table, as well as a Fleshlight. On a shelf, his collection of dildos was slightly crooked, not as well laid out as usual. Must've used some real quick before he left.
Coach dropped my hand and walked to his closet, rummaging a bit before coming back to me with something in his hands behind his back. I stood in his doorway, naked and rock hard. He grinned wide and pulled his thick arms from behind his back, showing me what had made him so happy.
It was a penis pump. And a large one. Wide enough to accommodate Coach's ridiculously thick hog, and with lots of room to grow.
"Oh hell yes!" I barked out excitedly, grinning as wide as Coach was. "Those things are fuckin' awesome!"
"Damn right!" Coach said, setting it on the grey sheets of his king sized bed. "Just you wait and see how damn big my cock gets in the thing. It's almost scary.
As Coach climbed up onto his bed, spreading his meaty legs, I took a long deep sniff of the room. It stank. Good. Those sweat-soaked gym clothes had been sitting there for a week at the minimum, and I could tell.
I slung myself onto the bed next to him, watching him lube his thick junk up for the pump. As I adjusted, I laid one leg of mine over his, sitting hip to hip. Coach just grinned and slapped an arm around me, pulling me closer. He squeezed tight as I leaned into his forceful hug.
Coach turned the pump on as he positioned his cockhead to the entrance. "Watch how this thing sucks me in," he said with a hint of humor.
Coach slowly slid his cock into the oversized electrical pump first, grunting as the sensitive tip of his girthy member pushed through the suction entrance. The pump whirred as it worked, loudly but not overly so humming as it sucked hard. I watched his thick arm muscle flex as his balls began slipping in. He groaned as it went to work, the pump pulsing on his erect cock.
"Goddamn, dude!" I said in surprise. His penis already looked more erect than ever, forced to stand at full-fledged length inside the tube. His not-too-loose, not-too-firm balls sucked up around the length of his meat as the pump did its job.
"Just wait for the next 30 minutes. It's gonna be insane," Coach said with a knowing smirk. I licked my lips in anticipation and stroked his thick, hairy, thigh.
Five minutes passed.
His cock was definitely noticeably longer now. A good inch or so. And those balls just keeped seeming to get sucked in further. Coach groaned as he adjusted, letting the suction loosen a little on his stiffy. I bit my lip and watched, my own cock throbbing as his lubed up junk slurped inside the chamber.
Ten minutes passed.
Now it was really getting good. His cock was obviously stiffened by quite a bit, expanding out into the tank. Coach was getting hornier too, watching his own junk grow. I always found that so sexy. How him just admiring his own body could get him worked up. He turned to me, grinning as I saw sweat forming on his hairline.
"Feels fucking great boy, you need to try this some time."
"Oh I will," I chimed back as I stroked my cock slowly.
Twenty minutes passed.
My god. Coach was really grinning now, that sweat building up stronger as he got more horned up. He lifted his armpit, sniffing his stanking pit as his man meat got pumped into hole destroying shape. There were several extra inches on now, and his cock was getting impossibly thick.
I pressed into his armpit, getting a good sniff and lick, making him groan. "Atta boy, get a taste of Coach."
I did just that, sucking his armpit hair. He was so sweaty and musky I could've shivered. My cock was twitching like crazy, precum oozing just from the close contact of his pit stink and the ambient smell of his room.
Thirty minutes passed.
I pulled away from Coach's armpit, finally, his stank firmly soaked all in my face. The sight of the cock pump nearly made me gasp.
It was ballooned up in there, and Coach was flushed red from a mix of excitement and pleasure. He turned to me, mouth open in an almost pant. He was ridiculously horny.
"Your ass is grass, kid. Now watch this shit," he said, looking back to the pump.
I followed his gaze, grinning in excitement thinking about him wrecking my ass with that. He released all the pressure, groaning as he slowly slid his agitated and sucked-massive shlong out of the lube-glazed tube.
I gawked at Coach's cock and balls as they slid slowly out of the pump. Seeing them out of it made them somehow seem even bigger.
"Fuckin' hell..." I murmered.
Coach just grinned. "I told ya, kid. It's almost scary!"
It was somehow even wider now, easily dwarfing even Coach's large fist. And his already slightly above average length was now at least nine inches, if not more. He was quite literally horse hung. It pulsed with anger, pinker than usual with protruding veins.
And his nutsack. Dear god. It was swollen, fat, and shiny with lube. His normally overinflated bull nuts were like big cushiony balloons from which his massive penis rose. They too were flushed from the suction, milked to agitation and swelling.
"Now get your mouth on there and try and it get it down!" he playfully barked, grabbing my head and shoving me.
He didn't have to tell me twice! I slid my mouth over the sensitive head of Coach's pumped cock, rolling my tongue across it as much as I could. There was no way this could fit in my jaw! I loosened up as much as I could, bouncing my head on his cock, trying to lower it in even if a little teeth rubbing happened.
I got a few inches in before gagging, trying to slide off his cock with teeth rubbing against the skin, making Coach groan in a painful pleasure.
"Watch it, boy," he said semi-seriously. "And who said you could quit?"
Before I could respond, telling him it wasn't gonna fit, Coach grabbed me by the hair again, leading me down to his cock. I just rolled my eyes and began licking up and down the length, spitting up as much as I could over the obscene pole of cockmeat. I rolled my tongue around the length, flicking the tip of it near his member's.
Coach groaned in pleasure, almost bucking into my face. "Brady, once I get at that hole you better pray to something because there's no way in hell you could hold me back."
I kept lapping at his cock, spitting all on it. It was warmer than usual, a sign of its recent pumping. He twitched slightly with each rotation of my tongue tip at the bottom of his head. I took the fat tip in my mouth and sucked slightly. Coach groaned as I tightened my suck, more of his cock gingerly slipping into my willing mouth.
I grunted in approval of his groans as I started sliding more of his pumped up sausage down my mouth. It felt warm and bloated, and I could feel his large vein as I slid a couple more inches in, my jaw swung wide.
Coach rested his large palms on the back of my head as I slid more in and then out, guiding me as I stretched my mouth open as wide as I could to accommodate. His thick cock that was already a challenge to take well was now a goliath sized enigma to take at all.
I slobbered as I sucked, doing my best to coat the already slippery dick with my thick spittle. I knew how much Coach loved some sloppy head, so I was trying to give just that. Coach groaned as I pulled off his dick, gasping for air with a bridge of spit connecting my lips and his fuckpole.
I breathed deeply for air, once again noticing the stink of not only the room, but Coach. It was a sweaty stink moreso than a grimy one, and Coach's thick arms now propped behind his head were really letting that pit smell air out into the already smelling room.
"Slide up on it, Brady. I wanna see how you stack up."
I did as he asked, our legs face oppositely as I positioned my hard shaft against his. And as I locked into the place the difference was clear as day.
My cock wasn't small by any means, let me say that right now. But Coach's cock? It made me look like a prepubescent dweeb.
"Yeahhhh, that's what I thought," Coach said with a clear smirk. "That's too cute."
Coach sat up and reached forward, squeezing my cock against his. He couldn't fit his large fist around our two members, but he could still get a little in. He stroked, groaning as our cocks rubbed closely. I moaned as the head of my dick slowly slid along the shaft of his engorged fuckstick. Coach smirked and stroked faster, humping against my length.
I just grunted, gripping the sheets and grinning as I started humping too. We slid against each other's members, our heavy asses lifting and planting on his sheets. Coach's breath was heavy, and his mouth was open and in a grin. Like a big dumb dog. But sexy.
We pulled back from each other, both our dicks oozing precum. I was getting sweaty with a mix of anticipation and a slightly too high AC. Coach was too, his big sexy chest coated in a layer of shine. Coach grinned with teeth as he leaned forward, gripping me and guiding me onto my hands and knees. I loved how forceful he got when he wanted me to do something.
I got on my hands and knees, dropping my front just a little and poking my ass out. Needing no instruction, Coach leaned in, planting his lips on my worn out hole, sucking it hard. He flicked his tongue around the rim, sucking at my asshole in between slowly sweating cheeks. I moaned as he kept at it, rolling his fat tongue across the length of my willing ass before plunging in.
Coach ate my ass for a while, occasionally grunting or groaning in pleasure. He kept his large, sweating hands planted on my firm ass, spreading those thick cheeks to get the easiest access to my asshole. I pressed out, squeezing out a rumbling fart into his mouth as he sucked, causing him to groan in approval.
"Oh you nasty fuckin' punk... You'll pay for that one," he said somewhat jokingly. I just grinned and grunted, audibly letting him know I was doing it again. I squeezed out an even louder one this time, Coach groaning as he sucked it in to his mouth, my hole feeling suctioned inside his wet cavern.
Whatever his idea of a punishment was, I wanted it. Dad was a nasty pig, don't get me wrong. But Coach was always just so much more... beastly in bed. And I was craving some of that intensity after he had been gone so long.
Coach pulled back and dove in nose first, sniffing and licking my busted up hole at the same time.
"Manpussy smells ripe for fuckin', boy," Coach said seductively.
He went like that over and over, sniffing and licking my loosened wet cunt like it was his life source. But after some time, I felt a pause in time where a wet tongue wasn't mashing into my guts for several seconds. I turned around to see what was happening, my cock twitching in anticipation. Coach was still behind me, but now he was stroking his cock, squeezing a thick glob of lube on his still oversized, pumped up pecker. It was a little less red now, but no less beautifully puffed up. The sight of it alone could make my mouth and hole drool.
"Come get in me, Coach!" I said halfway between a playful bark and a plea as I wiggled my ass.
Coach didn't take more than a second to do just that. In just one quick push, Coach slid into my loosened hole, his massive cock stretching me wide with just the head.
I moaned in pleasure, the undertone of a scream there as he pressed in more. My hole may have been loosened the last several months, but it wasn't a total rubber band yet.
Coach pressed in quickly, his lubed up dong sliding deep into me with relative ease. Coach grinned in approval and swatted my ass.
"God that hole is shaping up to be a real cock swallower," Coach cooed in a praising tone. "Good boy!"
Before I could respond, he started thrusting, just a few inches of his cock sliding in and out at a time. It was already faster than I was used to, his hips swinging with intention as his sweaty, meaty hands gripped my nude waist.
"Fuck yes!" I yelped as Coach rammed in quickly, my ass clenching around him. It felt just right in me, almost enough to make me constantly groan but not so much I felt overwhelmed.
But that sense of ease was not going to last long. Coach picked up his speed in response to my moan, his mouth hinting at a grunt as he started going in and out of my ass harder and faster, a quiet slap of skin accenting his cock jabbing into my guts.
He picked up the tempo, moving more consistently now. I groaned and gripped the bed, my lips and legs almost trembling as the size of Coach's pumped up dick really set in. It was fine just sitting in me, but pumping in and out? I could feel my body resisting it just a little, but the more he thrusted the more my asshole couldn't help but spread open for him.
Suddenly, I felt Coach move one hand from my hips to my shoulder, gripping that for leverage as he really dug into my ass. He moaned again, his sweaty tree trunk thighs rubbing me each time he slammed himself in and pressed.
He gripped me tight as he only got faster, his cock now slamming in and out. The sounds of the base of his crotch smacking against my thick ass clapped on beat. I groaned and gripped his gray sheets tighter, drool leaking down the corner my mouth now. I was somewhere between heaven and hell as he pummeled away.
And as we went on, he only got harder and harder. He took his sweaty hand from my shoulder, grabbing back at my waist and squeezing tighter than ever as he growled and dug in deep, rapidly pumping just a couple inches of pumped up cock in and out of my lube-drooling pussy over and over. I cried out in pleasure, my ass feeling like it was about to burst apart at this point.
I couldn't hold in my frantic groans of pleasure as he bashed me apart. He was going ballistic on my hole, jackhammering it with his bloated bull meat, slapping my ass every so often.
"Unggghhhhhh fuck meeeee," I whined, my cock twitching and seizing alongside my hole as Coach yanked his meat from base to tip and back in.
Coach growled animalistically, almost like a dog, as he fucked me vigorously. His giant pumped up balls slammed against me as he did, my screams of pleasure accented by the slap of his skin against mine. I could feel everything deep in my guts and my prostate, my cock throbbing deep with each thrust of his weight against me.
I felt my ass protesting around his cock, knowing that my lips were pulling tight around him. Dad was gonna be in for a surprise when I got home. Fucking hell! Coach and I had had some rough sex but I was getting treated like some inflatable doll right now! And I fucking LOVED it.
Coach bared his weight on to me, pressing up into me and leaning into the back of my head.
"Now I'm gonna finish up in you, and when I do, you better fuckin' hold that cum in. Don't you dare let any out until I tell you too," Coach growled authoritatively.
"Y-yes sir!" I stammered out as I did my best not to cum right there.
"Good boy, Brady. Now grab those fuckin' sheets."
Coach started fucking me with a fury only matched by a rabid animal. He gripped my neck as he did, his large meaty hands pressing tight against me as he slammed almost from base to tip at full force and full speed for what felt like minutes, letting out these low howls of pleasure as he did.
I whined and moaned in pleasure as he cunted me, every inch of that pumped fuckstick ramming my ass apart. A bead of sweat rolled down my forehead, drool dripping off my tongue.
"Fuck... fuck... fuuuuckkkk," Coach barked as he pulverized me, his big fat cock mashing in my slippery sloppy hole.
Finally, after what felt like hours of excruciating bliss, Coach slammed in one last time, really digging in on my neck as he came, roaring.
"FUCCCKKKKKK!" he belted out while I moaned. Glob after glob of piping hot semen shot out of his pumped cock and into my ass. I clenched around him, milking that monster.
Coach let go of my neck, causing me to inhale sharply as he slid his cock out, my asshole immediately clenching and gasping for air. Coach swatted my ass hard before spanking my hole lightly over and over.
"Keep it innnnn," he cooed as I clenched as hard as I could with my sore and fucked-loose manpussy.
Coach kneeled down behind me, my arms and legs still slightly trembling as he pressed his mouth on to my wet hole.
"Push it out for me," he whispered into my hole, his cheek rubbing my ass.
I grunted and pushed. All that air that was pushed into my now cavernous cunt by Coach's overzealous fucking slammed back out, my ass slapping against itself loud enough to cut the air.
Coach whooped in pleasure and slurped on my hole as I felt his warm goo not just ooze but shoot out of my open ass like water out a hose. It was a big load that matched my big hole.
Coach sucked for a moment more, my whole ass so irritated from his aggressive fuck I could barely process the pleasure. Eventually he pulled away, tapping my hole with his palm before getting up off his knees. He grabbed me by my waist turning me over so I faced the sky, my knees bending at the end of the bed.
He leaned over me. "Open your mouth," he said with his lips pulled to the side, clearly full.
I grinned and obliged. Coach leaned in further over me and spit, his fat glob of semen he had shot out dripping into my mouth. He hung over, letting the strand break before pulling back and wiping his wet lips and grinning.
"Mmmf, fuck I taste good," he said.
I prepared to swallow before Coach interjected.
"Ah ah, savor it," he said firmly. "Swish it around."
I did as he said as he leaned in. I swished the seed from one side of my mouth to the other, coating my teeth and my whole mouth, his thick gooey cum coating my mouth. It was salty and in a way, almost savory.
"Open up," he said, grinning almost menacingly.
I opened my jaw, rolling my tongue out as I continued to catch my breath. A small glob of the cum slid off my tongue, but I quickly slurped it back in.
"Goooood boy," he cooed. "Now gargle for me."
Sliding the semen into my throat, I gargled, his cum churning in my throat. It was warm and chunky, gooey and wet. All I could taste in my mouth was Coach's seed, my tongue and teeth coated in his fat wad.
Coach leaned back in, climbing over top of me before sliding his hand behind my sweaty back. His cum and lube coated junk swang limp from his waist. His cock was pumped so large that even soft, his cock and balls grazed my skin as he hovered over me.
The room stank so harshly of sweat and mansex. And with the musky scent and taste of Coach's seed in my mouth and throat, my brain was almost overwhelmed with hormones.
Coach leaned in, kissing me. I slid some of the semen back in his mouth, his groan letting me know he approved. I slid my tongue in Coach's mouth, letting him suck it tight. Our lips mashed as we made out furiously.
Eventually Coach broke the kiss and rolled over, laying at my side. I felt him reach over and grab my hand, squeezing it tight as my hole quivered and leaked even more small drops of jizz and lube.
"How you holdin' up, Brady?" Coach asked, still flushed and breathing heavy.
"Good, somehow," I said before we both chuckled.
Coach idly stroked his cock, that monstrous dong already standing back at attention, a vein poking out. He looked over at me.
"Round two?"
I just grinned. "Only if you let me suck you off when I'm done."
Coach grinned right back. "Atta boy!"
And that's it for this one! Again, took longer than I expected, but it's out now! I hope those who mentioned wanting more action with Coach got something out of this one! Next chapter will bring the three back together, so don't worry. It's only getting more perverted and raunchy from here, so keep an eye out for more!
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