Team Reward, pt. 2 (mm, m/t) Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
Warning: the following stories contain graphic descriptions of sexual material. If you are underage or do not wish to read such materials, read no further.
This is the first in a series of stories about sauna sex. This part is also a bit of an unofficial sequel to "After Football Practice" for all you guys who have written asking for more.
If you have comments, send them to billdrake@hotmail.com. Meanwhile, sit back and enjoy.
pt. 2
Friday morning, there was a big pep rally for the Jackson High team. All of the players stood up on a stage in the gymnasium, dressed in jeans and their football jerseys. Secretly everyone admired what a collection of studs were on display. Mr. Johnson, the History teacher who was one of the most popular teachers among the students, was one of the admirers. Married and with two kids, Lisa and Hank, the gorgeous 45-year-old knew he couldn't get enough dick. Something about the young studs always around him kept his dick horny and leaking and his big balls ready for action.
And one stud dick always got him hot: that thick quarterback slab of fuckmeat. His burly arm wrapped around Tim's shoulder as he took the microphone and led the audience in a cheer for the star quarterback. He handed the mic back the principal and still smiling, he leaned into Tim's ear and whispered, "Keep up the good work, Tim."
"Thanks, Mr. Johnson."
"How about a good fuck? I'll let you dick my ass like you've wanted to all year, Fitzgerald."
It was true. His hunky history teacher had sucked him off a couple times after a big win or when he passed the semester, but the action had never gone beyond that. The quarterback had to admit Mr. Johnson made him hot. The man was almost as tall as he was, with a body that was in top shape. What's more, the man had one incredible ass. Even now, with this man's firm arm resting on his delts, Tim was getting aroused and could feel his gargantuan cock snake down the leg of his jeans.
He leaned close into Mr. Johnson, practically tongue-fucking the man as he hoarsely whispered. "Sounds hot, sir. When?"
"After the rally. I'll be in my office," his teacher answered through the clenched teeth of a smile. Tim grinned and felt his balls tighten up with the full weight of a major jock spew of cum.
Art Harris, the assistant football coach and the physical education teacher for the school grabbed his crotch and massaged his heavy prick through his sweatpants. He was in his office during his break period and was talking on the phone.
"Yeah, how'd you like me to fuck that blonde cop butt of yours tonight?"
"Man, I don't know" the voice on the other end responded, "after the way you fucked me last night, I don't know if I can take any more."
"Shit, stud, you fucking loved it. You were bucking that fine ass so hard it about broke my dick off."
"Yeah," the voice admitted, "I can't help it. Everytime you screw me, I want more."
Coach Harris looked out his office window onto the gym floor. Rich, hid aide during third period was sweeping up after the pep rally. Rich wasn't an athlete but had a jock-like appearance with a cute face and great body. Harris just stared at the boy as he talked on the phone and pulled out his prick.
"Stud, you're getting me hot, know that? My dick is all hard thinking about fucking you silly when I get home... Teach your cop ass a lesson. It's always the same: cop pulls you over, all cocky and in charge. Then he sees my big dick and in no time I'm dicking his police ass. "
Coach could see his aide start finishing up and walk toward his office. Harris peeled down his sweats until he was standing in only a T-shirt and big, fat hardon.
The cop on the line continued, "Damn straight, sir. Never seen a cock as big as yours. Should I come over, so you can fuck me this afternoon, sir? I don't think I can wait""
Rich entered the office and saw Coach standing there naked and hard. He wasn't surprised, his coach was always horny. He put away the broom and got working on the man's dick as the guy talked on the phone.
"Yeah, slut, I bet you can't wait. Should have you over here and fuck you right here in my office. Let a couple of my boys watch... I bet they'd love to see a police officer squirm and beg as their coach's big cock fucked his ass. Yeah, I'd shoot a big load and get all nice and wet for all that football player dick. Huh? You'd like that, wouldn't ya? Feel each of my players' dicks slide into you one by one. So horny they can't control themselves. Yeah, well get your cop ass over here. And don't put anything on under that uniform, I want your dick nice and raw. Yeah, bye."
Coach hung up and was able to concentrate on the fine blowjob his student was giving him. "Fuck, boy, you really know how to give head don't ya. Oh, shit I'm just about there. Yeah, that's it boy, keep sucking. Keep sucking daddy's dick. It's hard and ready to shoot. Yeah, you want my sperm, son? Oh, yeah daddy's giving it up, letting his load go you got me so worked up. HERE IT COMES, FUCKER."
Rich almost choked on the torrent of cream hosing down his throat but he was happy Coach shot an extra big load today. He hadn't missed a load for a single day this year.
Hank Johnson stood at the urinal pissing during breaks between periods. The junior had inherited his father's charming good looks and - from his mother's side - one fucking long dick. It wasn't exceptionally thick, but hard it reached a good foot long and even soft flopped down at a heavy 7inches. Unfortunately Hank was also as perpetually horny as his father and could rarely keep his superlong cock down.
Especially now. Randy Fulson stepped up to the urinal next to his and began to let loose with his stream of piss. Hank could make out that thick, stubby cock and his own dick shot up to a full raging hardon. He loved big, beefy guys and Randy was his ideal, with his huge linebacker body, thick neck, bulging delts, powerful chest and a bit of a belly for bulk. The guy could over power any other guy in the school, and Hank had jerked off many times fantasizing about Randy Fulsom overpowering him and fucking him raw.
Hank heard the sound of a small drop in the urinal and looked down. His hardon was coated with rivulets of precum that dripped off the bottom of his nutsac into the piss below.
Randy turned his head and noticed the obscene sight before him. He sprung an immediate boner looking at the junior's foot-long hotdog.
"Fuck Hank!" the linebacker cried. "That's a damn fine dick you got there."
Hank grabbed his rod and started stroking, massaging the liquid oozing from the tip all over the shaft. He didn't really mean to start jerking off in front of the football player. He just couldn't control himself.
"You like it?" he asked nervously.
"Fuck, yeah," Randy replied. Quickly he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his bulging white torso dusted with a few brown hairs. Hank's cock twitched at the sight of his dream god baring his flesh.
Randy scooted up to Hank and pressed their bodies together. "That fucker's way too big for my ass," he said, "but I gotta feel what its like to have a guy fuck my man-titties."
"Ooh fuck yeah," Hank let out involuntarily as he peeled off his T-shirt. He was an inch or two taller than Randy, so their position was perfect. Randy's fireplug cock slipped between Hank's hairy thighs and began a slow fuck, while Hank's massive meat was trapped between the two studs' torsos. It was times like these that Hank was glad he had a long prick. For simultaneously he could feel the hairs tickling his cockhead while the modest layer of fat on Randy's abdomen massaged the length of his rod. It was incredible.
The two met in a deep, sloppy kiss, feeling each other's tongue probe deep as their met slid along deep into the crevice the other was creating - Randy in between his pecs, Hank in between his thighs. Randy upped the ante by squeezing his pecs into mounds of manmuscle at each side of Hank's cock. The effect was immediate as Hank gasped and showered Randy with jet after jet of horny teenage cum. White globules clung to the thick linebacker neck and oozed down onto his chest.
In another instant, Randy hosed his jockwad all over the underside of Hank's balls, painting the thick forest of dark hair between the two muscular thighs with white seed.
As they wound down, they met in another kiss. Randy said, "It looks like we're going to have to do this sometime again, aren't we stud?"
Hank just rubbed his still-erect cock all over the linebacker's cum-soaked chest and replied, "Yeah, like right now."
Other guys were coming into piss, but the two guys didn't care they were so lost in fuck pleasure.
Back in Mr. Johnson's office, Tim had his teacher's trousers down to the guy's ankles and took a second to admire that beautiful ass. It was firm and round and covered with a light coat of brown hair. The thin down tickled his tongue as it brushed across the surface of the teacher's muscular round asscheeks.
"Ah, yeah, Fitzgerald, lick my ass. Get it all wet for your big cock."
Tim licked with wide strokes, tickling the puckered hole deep in the crevice. As his teacher moaned, he began darting the tip of the tongue at the tight ring, applying more and more pressure. Mr. Johnson's fuckhole relaxed and let in the quarterback's adroit tongue. The man was in heaven as the young stud fucked in and out of that hole, licking the insides of the grown man's rectum, getting it all nice and wet.
Finally, Tim stood up, with his 11-inch cockmeat in hand. The feel of the monster at his backside made Mr. Johnson shiver in anticipation. Slowly, Tim slipped his flared cockhead into the twitching sphincter. It was neither a hard thrust not gentle, just a firm shove in that was confident that his horny teacher was hungry for football-jock cock to start reaming the shit out of him. And true enough, the man's rectum opened right up and Tim's shaft sunk in.
"Oh jesus, Tim, that feels hot. Keep sliding that big dick up my hole."
The heat of Mr. Johnson's rectum was driving the quarterback crazy. "Yes, sir, Mr. Johnson. You don't have to ask. I want to fuck this ass all the time."
"Shit, Fitzgerald, I don't know why I haven't let you dick me earlier, it feel so... aw fuck, drive it deeper up there, stud. I'm gonna... fuck, hell, I'm shooting it now... ahh!"
Mr. Johnson's sperm flew out of his engorged cock and onto his desk and over the term papers he was grading. He wasn't phased. He just asked for more.
"Come on, stud. Keep fucking me good. I have another couple load in these balls of mine."
The young man did as he was told. He loved the feeling of power he held over this hunk of a man, dominating him with his huge cock and making him squirm with pleasure on the desk. There was something so hot about the sight - Mr. Johnson's beefy body still clad in a white dress shirt, without anything to cover his lower half. And Tim's giant staff disappearing between those firm cheeks each time he thrust in.
By the time Tim had emptied his jock cream into the man's bowels, Mr. Johnson had indeed shot a couple of times, each time clamping his rectum walls tight against Fitzgerald's prick and spouting the raunchiest talk.
"Yeah, Mr. Johnson," Tim breathed, "I'm gonna have to fuck this butt all the time." He shot a huge load and his large cock kept fucking the cum deeper and deeper up the hunk's guts.
Mr. Johnson was nearly fucked unconscious and lay still except for involuntary grinds of his ass against an imaginary cock. Tim had already stuffed his dick into his jeans and had left the office.
As Tim rounded corner around from the teacher's office, he about bumped into Principal Reece.
"Hello, Mr. Reece" he said, still flush with post-orgasmic glow. The principal recognized the freshly-fucked look in the star quarterback's face, but he didn't say anything about it. He just congratulated the student for the team's great season and told him he'd see him after this week's game.
"Thanks, sir." Tim said and began walking on his way.
The principal groped the meat in his trousers and felt his spongy-hard cock pulse in his grip. He had a good load stored up in his balls that needed unloading. What his dick wouldn't do for a go at the team's quarterback. But as he opened the office door and saw the hot teacher, ass exposed and fresh football-jock cum leaking from his puffy, well-fucked hole, well, the principal knew he and his dick had come to the right place.
(to be cont.)