Team Reward, pt. 9 (m/t, anal, oral, HS) Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
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TEAM REWARD
9
The lines of interstate 88 sped past as Coach Brian Pierson and his newest recruit Mike White flew down the highway. The drive from Jackson County to State University usually took about 4 hours, at least at the speed Coach was driving. The two had been on the road for three hours when Coach felt Mike's hand reach between his legs and squeeze the sizeable bulge that had been swelling for the last hour. The kid's hand gripped the man's mammoth meat firmly and kneaded it while the coach spread his legs a little wider to let his recruit player fondle his cock and balls through the constrains of his pants.
Pierson looked over at Mike. He still couldn't get over how amazingly sexy and good-looking the young guy was. Fresh-faced but with a manly handsomeness that suggested 18 going on 21. Yeah, his muscles, dark looks and full stubble would guarantee he wouldn't get carded at any of the campus bars. Not that State University players ever got carded. Coach made sure none of them ever really got out of line, and the rest of the town made sure the red carpet was rolled out for them, so to speak.
"Horny again, son?"
Mike's look of concentrated lust broke into a wide, white-toothed smile as he admired the hulk of a man sitting in the driver's seat.
"Yeah, Coach. I can't believe this cock." His hand ran up the length of the shaft now poking the crotch of Coach's khakis. "Huge fucker. And always hard."
"You get me hot, kid, what can I say?" Coach looked back and forth, alternating between the road and Mike, who was staring down at Brian's crotch. "Go ahead, boy, have at it."
"Shit yeah," the fullback muttered. He reached down and undid Brian's belt, then his zipper. Coach's hot, hard erection met his hand. The man's prick was still growing, pushing up to the man's sternum, up to its full twelve inch imposing length. White gripped the steel-hard rod, caressing its length and priming the staff. Without being touched, the man's giant testicles shifted in their sac, readying for another round of mansex.
Coach kept his eyes on the road, but barely. Mike White's hot cocksucking mouth was lowering itself over his hard tool. Shit, this kid was a find. But he knew that the minute he saw the guy in the locker room. His dickeating prowess was just a bonus. Already six solid inches of cock were sunk into Mike's gullet. The athlete bobbed his head up and down eager to give his fuckbuddy pleasure and to stuff more meat into his throat. Each downward thrust he'd impale more hard dick into the back of his throat, then into the entrance of his esophagus. Mike was eager, so fucking eager, but he didn't know if he could do this alone.
Then he felt Brian's meaty paw on the back of his head, scratching the short hair and pushing him down further on that mega cock. His throat was opening up. More cock slid in. Fuck yeah, Mike thought, as his own dick throbbed and he began his bobbing and sucking action with renewed vigor. He wanted this fucking cock, all twelve manly inches of it.
"Yeah, buddy," Coach hissed. "Make your man feel good. Suck my big man cock. Yeah, you're all man, taking it like the stud you are. Like a State U. player. You're gonna go far White, on the field and off. I'm gonna make sure of it. Make sure you become the best fullback State's ever seen. You ready, White? Ready for it?"
At that, the floodgates opened, the pissslit on Coach's meaty cockhead flared and Mike's stomach was pumped full of fresh, warm coach sperm. It felt unreal, so much dick was crammed into his throat, all he could feel was the pulsing of the cockflesh as it hardened and shot, and the warmth of the seed filling his gut. It felt exquisite. He felt full and took some satisfaction in giving his new coach pleasure.
When Mike pulled off the last inch of the massive cock, Brian took the hard shaft and slapped the fullback's face a couple times playfully as the athlete caught his breath.
"Goddamn, boy," Coach smirked as he looked ahead at the upcoming highway exit. He turned on his turn signal. "You WERE ready for it, weren't ya? You're a great suck, White, now it's time for round two."
The exit was upon them. Pierson pulled off the highway and into a gas station.
"What do you say, White? Ready to have those big-boy balls of yours drained?" Brian reached over and grabbed Mike's rigid hardon, then moved his way down to the swollen nuts hanging beneath in the kid's shorts.
"Ah, yeah, Coach!"
Michael White, Sr. couldn't get cock off his mind. He kept thinking about the muscular stud who'd given him such an incredible blow job. The man had to be a few years younger than him, but he had a commanding presence that oozed from his powerful build. Mike didn't often fuck around with other men, but something about the cocksucker from the other day turned him on - the quiet masculinity, the deep brown eyes, the contrast between the hard stubble and soft wet mouth, shit, everything about the guy got his crank up.
There he sat in his office, the lower half of his body kept under his desk to hide the large, aching erection trapped in his suit trousers. He'd been spending a good hour thinking of what he'd like to do to this guy, when a sound woke him out of his reverie. The phone rang, an outside number.
"Parsons Advisors, Mike White here."
"Umh, hey...This is Bill Farrell here... they guy from the parking lot..."
Mike's face filled with blood, less from embarrassment than from the rush of sexual desire filling his veins. He looked out the door of his office; no one was there to watch or listen to his conversation. Carefully, his hand ventured down to massage his trapped erect cock. He lowered his voice in a mock professional tone. "Oh, hello. I was wondering when you'd call."
"Well, I wasn't sure if you'd be interested...in, well, having a little more fun."
"Interested?" Michael was now whispering. "I haven't been able to think about anything else all fucking day."
"Yeah, man? Cause I keep thinking about that amazing cock of yours..."
"You like it, Bill?"
"Fuck, yeah. It's great. I'd love to suck that baby again. Get you off real good. Or even..."
"Even what, Bill?"
"Hell, let's just meet and see where it goes from there. I'm so goddamn hot for you now, I can't take it."
"Me too, bud. When and where?"
"How about my place. 832 Belmont Terrace. I'm home after 3.30 - do you want to come today after work. A quickie before going home to the wife?"
"No, man."
"No?" the disappointment was evident even through the phone line.
"No, that's not enough. I need more. How bout I take off early? Be at your place at 4."
"Fuck yeah. God, Michael, I'm already wet thinking about it."
"Yeah, I can't wait to feel that warm mouth of yours, buddy."
"You got it. 4 PM."
"4 PM"
The two men hung up their phones, cocks aching and ready.
Immediately, Trent Sullivan felt the warm clammy air as he made his way down the dark concrete-block passageway. It had been a long day at work and he decided that a stop off at Jackson High locker room after the team's practice would be a perfect way to unwind. Even hearing the athletes showering and milling about gave his cock a pleasant throb and reminded him that he had come to the right place.
Most of the young men were filing out of the shower by now, some getting dressed to go home, some wandering over to the steam room, and some pairing up for an after-practice blow job right there in the open. He passed his hot, hung teen fuckbuddy Glen Carson leaning against the lockers, getting his dick sucked royally by Larry Warren. Glen looked up at Trent and winked; Trent gave him a friendly punch in the upper arm and walked on.
He found an empty locker at last. First to come off were the black dress shoes and socks. He bent down and carefully placed them in the locker, then stood up to remove his suit coat. Already he was sweating in lust. He knew he should have worn an undershirt to the office, but Trent always liked the feel of the cotton shirt rubbing his bare nipples. As he hung his coat up in the locker he noticed across the room that Tim Fitzgerald was returning from the shower, his smooth muscles coated in beads of water and a dripping towel wrapped around his waist.
Tim was one fine specimen, Trent thought to himself. He'd lusted after the star quarterback for the last two years now. Something about the tall, blonde, blue-eyed hunk turned him on like a motherfucker. Even now his hardon pressed his suitpants tightly, begging for release. Trent's hands obliged, unzipping the trousers and pulling them off, lifting one leg then the next.
Tim looked up and met Trent's gaze. He nodded his head knowingly and gave the hunky businessman a sexy smirk. Those blue eyes made Trent even hornier. And the eyes never once looked away. Fitzgerald continued to stare at the older stud as he undressed. The quarterback in fact just removed his towel and straddled the wooden bench. Placing his hands on his hips he watched Trent shucking piece after piece of his business attire, showing off more and more of his meaty bod. Tim's long piece of dick swelled and rose between his spread thighs, inching up higher and higher as he got turned on watching this man.
Trent's mouth was dry and he tried to gulp when he saw the teen athlete's cock at full mast. The boy was hung! Jack Forrester wasn't lying, he thought. Trent judged that the athlete packed a good ten, maybe eleven inches of football-stud dick. And it was hard in appreciation of Trent's muscular form. His own dick snapped up involuntarily in full aching hardness, as he shucked down his underwear, exposing his full, powerful ass to the warm, sweaty air of the locker room. He gave one last look over at Tim. The jock had pulled a bottle out of his gym bag and was squirting lube all over that long cock. Trent watched as the strong quarterback hand rubbed the slickened pole up and down, juicing up its length. His gaze traveled up the sinewed muscle of Fitzgerald's throwing arm, along the brawny shoulder and knotted neck and finally looked into the kid's blue eyes, which pierced his soul with full-on teen lust. Trent looked back with equal and deep desire, then turned and walked toward the steam room. Tim stood up, big, long dick sticking out in front of his fine torso, and followed the man.
The warm water cascaded down between Randy Fulsom's hard round ass cheeks as Hank Johnson held them apart. The big bruiser of a linebacker moaned and gasped as the anticipation combined with the comforting feeling of the shower spray against his tired muscles. Fuck, how he'd looked forward to this all during afternoon practice.
Now he felt something part his butt melons further apart. He turned his head back and saw Hank's cute face bury itself deep into the crevice. Even with the shower steaming around the two teen hunks, Randy could feel Hank's eager breath on his jock pucker. It had been at the back of his mind every time he and Hank got together. Hank fucking him. At first he dismissed the idea and even shot Hank down when the cute underclassman suggested it. That cock was way too fucking big. That's why he loved it, loved holding it, caressing its hard length, feeling it rub against the mass of his meaty pectoral muscles. The minute he saw Johnson's giant hardon swinging forth at the school restroom urinal, fuck, the athlete was overcome with a hormonal rush that hadn't stopped yet. He couldn't get enough of Hank or his meat.
That meat now slipped between his thighs. Hank's back was against his. Johnson kissed the back of his neck, while his hands traveled down the mass of Fulsom's thickset body. "You know I'm gonna fuck you, don't you?"
Randy was nervous but so turned on. Hank's cock throbbed and rubbed next to his tightly drawn scrotum. Each caress of his balls worked up his hormones even more. "Yeah," he croaked.
"And you want it, too, don't ya, Fulsom?" Hank's hands worked their way in between Randy's buttcheeks, his thumbs parsing and loosening the sphincter. His dick shot a jet of drool as he contemplated how warm and wet this ass would be.
"Yeah, Hank, I've been wanting it for a while. I want that dick riding me. Take my hole, buddy."
"Oh, Randy, I can't wait...Lining up my dick with that sweet hole. Yeah, I'm about to dick the biggest hottest linebacker in the whole school. Yeah, you lug, spread those cheeks for me, let me in. Ah shit, it's so hot. Jesus, my dickhead's clearing it, can you feel it buddy?"
"Fuck yeah I can feel it. Fucking huge baseball bat of a cock you got there Hank. Stretching my hole so fucking wide. But it feels great. Knowing you're there. Knowing you're dicking me like you shoulda that first afternoon I brought you home."
"I'm here now, buddy. My dick wedged tight in your fucking amazing ass. Yeah, Fulsom, flex those buns while I sink my cock in there. Got four inches up there at least. Yeah, I knew you could take it, knew you wanted it. Goddamn, I'm so hot for this, so hot..."
"Me, too, Hank, me too."
Coach Pierson stepped out of the vehicle and sauntered over to where his new star recruit was getting out and stretching his legs. The kid was so cute and fuckable he wanted to ravish him right there in the parking lot. Instead, he clasped his hand on Mike's shoulder and put fifteen dollars in the player's fist. "Go in and pay for the gas while I pump," he said.
A bell rang when Mike opened the gas station door. The kid at the cash register looked up.
"Hi there," he greeted Mike, his cute blonde facing melting into a warm greeting as he looked up from the Sports Illustrated he was reading. Intense blue eyes met Mike's as the two chatted and Mike paid for the gas. It was clear to Mike that this guy was a jock, too. He must have been about 16, but had a nice full athletic body and thick ball-player neck that stretched his grey T-shirt. His suspicions were confirmed when the kid looked at Mike's broad chest and noticed the Jackson High football team emblem on his T-shirt.
"You play for Jackson County?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's my last year. Heading to State next year. Going up there now to take a look at the program."
"Figured as much," the other jock smiled. "I recognize the coach out there. He's been around Lawrence County a few times scouting."
"What position you play?" Mike asked.
"Half-back, and you?"
"Fullback."
"Cool."
Just then Coach Pierson opened the door and walked in. "Hey Tim," he said to the younger athlete.
The teenager's eyes lit up seeing Brian's hulky frame. "Hey Coach, I was just talking to your newest recruit."
Brian walked over behind Mike and draped his arm over the fullback's shoulder. "Yeah, we're gonna be lucky to have him at State next year. And he's eager to start, aren't ya White?" Surreptitiously, Coach's hand tweaked Mike's left nipple through the cotton T-shirt.
Mike's cock throbbed in his sweatpants. His voice cracked as he answered his coach. "Yes, sir."
Coach grabbed his left bicep. It wasn't nearly so powerful as his right arm, but it was still pretty big for an athlete his age. Brian Pierson's meaty fingers circled around the hard muscle and squeezed it tight as Mike involuntarily flexed. Tim, the younger jock, had his eyes fixated on the two men, particularly on Mike's beefy jock bod and strong arm.
Pierson looked down over Mike's shoulder admiring the hard athlete flesh that firmed up in his grip. Lifting his head, he locked eyes with the Lawrence County High junior in a conspiratorial grin that radiated control and lust in equal parts. "Look at this muscle, Tim. This is a real ball-player's arm...shit it takes discipline to get guns like this."
"Yes sir. I can see he's ready for college play, sir."
Pierson ran his hand up underneath White's T-shirt. The young athlete's body shuttered as he felt the exquisite touch of Coach's roughshod caress. He knew he should feel embarrassed being felt up in front of this jock he didn't know at all, but somehow Brian's commanding presence behind him turned him on incredibly. He wanted to give himself up to whatever Coach wanted.
He could feel Coach's firm chest against his own muscular back and the man's voice emanated from behind him. "He'll be ready by next fall, after I'm done with him." Now his hands were fumbling with the button on Mike's faded jeans. "Say, son, how bout you give me a pack of those Magnums up there behind you. And a tube of lube."
"All we got is KY, sir." Tim replied, his voice croaking and unable to take his horny eyes off the two hot men in front of him. Was Coach gonna take off this guy's jeans right there in the gas station?
Fuck, he was! The zipper came down and Mike White's hard fullback cock appeared as his jeans were pushed down til they fell to the floor. "That's fine, boy. Don't think Mikey here is all that particular... are ya White?"
Mike's whole body blushed, but his dick surged in eager hardness. "No sir, I, oh god, you've taken that huge cock out. Man, I can feel it, sir, hard in my crack. Jeez, Coach, are you gonna fuck me, right here in front of this kid?"
"You're getting the idea, White. No one ever said football jocks are the quickest lot, did they?" Brian laughed as he opened one of the oversized condoms Tim had handed him. "Always make for a good lay though." The latex stretched tight on his cuntstretcher of a dick. The snugness made his meat swell and stand up even further.
Tim ogled the two dumbstruck in awe and horniness. "You've taken that dick, man?" he asked White who just smiled like the Cheshire cat in heat and nodded affirmatively. "Fuck," Tim whispered under his breath.
Coach now snapped open the lid to the KY. He shoved the tube between the tight, round cheeks of White's perfect ass. Nudging the tip in the slightly open sphincter of Mike's ass (well stretched from the hard morning fucks he'd given it), he squeezed the tube with his powerful fist, shooting a copious jet of cool gel in to the stud bottom's manchute. Mike moaned and tossed his head back against Brian's powerful shoulder. "Fuck, coach! Yeah, wet me up, man. Get me ready for that huge fucking dick!"
"Shit, boy, I think you've been ready the whole fucking ride here. Hey Tim, stud, why dontcha help Mikey here out. Get down and suck that cock."
"Yessir," the athlete said politely, but he barely had to be ordered. Mike had a beautiful jock dick, one that had apparently been leaking for some time now. The whole length, especially the round, bloated head, glistened in fresh jock dick dew. Tim's mouth watered as he approached the fullback and assumed the position his own coach had instructed him so well in over the last year. Mike groaned as the younger jock sank his hot mouth over his meat. The kid could suck dick.
"Yeah, White, he's good, isn't he? Get you used to it, buddy, you're gonna get all the amazing head you want. Fuck, you should see those frat hunks line up in the locker room at half time every goddamned home game. All of those studs wearing their blue blazers and ties and half of them drunk as shit. But they're all horny and ready to suck football player dick. Goddamn amazing cocksuckers those guys are too."
"Argh!" Coach hadn't given Mike any warning this time. He liked to take his prey by surprise. He loved the Mike's ass constricted around his fat schlong, the feel of Mike's chest in his arms as the kid gasped for air. The athlete cursed him now, but it would be just a couple minutes before he'd be spreading his fullback thighs and hiking his ass back to meet his coach's thrusts.
Meanwhile, Tim was deepthroating Mike's meat with fervent passion. The older jock turned him on big time and he only hoped he would be as prime a gridiron specimen by his senior year. It turned him on, too, to know that each pounding face fuck thrust had as much to do with Coach Pierson pounding the jock butt as with Mike's horniness.
Still, Mike was horny. After sucking and swallowing Coach's load on the highway, his nuts churned and awaited release. It was coming now, right into Tim's half-back mouth, spurting in regular, warm salvos of rich division-A cream. Tim sucked it down greedily.
Coach wasn't far behind. He pummeled Mike White's bubble butt relentlessly. The slaps of flesh against jock flesh filled the room. Along with the Coach's nasty fuck talk. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Incredible ass kid, gotta bust my nut deep in there. Third fucking time today. You're too good, White. Aw, shit, Mike, I'm cumming..." The man's big frame tensed and held still as he hosed a mega load into the condom sheathing his dick.
A half minute later, Mike White was rubbing the short hairs on Tim's head, in a gesture of appreciation. "Thanks buddy, that was awesome."
"Anytime, guy. Maybe I'll visit you next year when you're at State. This dick is too good not to gave a go at again."
Mike laughed at the kid's eagerness. "Sure, bud. You're welcome to swing on my pole anytime you like."
Coach was zipping up now. "White, we gotta hit the road. You ready?"
"Yessir."
Pierson held the spent rubber in his right hand. It was a quarter full with spunk. No wonder the coach's loads were legendary around campus. Casually, he tossed it to Tim, who was getting up off his knees. "Here you go, kid. A souvenir. Keep up the workouts and I'll be sure to check on you next fall."
"Sure, Coach, thanks!"
As the two men got in the car, Mike looked back and saw Tim thrusting his tongue inside the latex sheath, lapping up all the fresh jism he could.