Team Reward, pt. 5 (m/t) Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
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Team Reward ch. 5
The construction of the steamroom for the Jackson High football team began right away. Jack Forrester, the realtor, had a contractor friend who said he'd be willing to give it number one priority and would have it finished within a week and a half. In the meantime, the fellows were to use the guest locker room instead.
It was after a Wednesday practice when Larry Warren slipped on his jockstrap after showering and walked over to the other lockerroom to see how the progress was going. He was excited about the steam room and enjoyed checking in to see what had been done.
When he entered the other room, four construction men were busy at work tiling the steam room. One of the men was in his mid-20s, with curly brown hair, about 6' with a firm body. One, a shorter man in his 40s was built real big, with a barrel chest that filled his white T-shirt quite nicely. The third was a medium-tall black stud whose powerful legs packed tightly into his worn jeans. The fourth was another man in his 20s, this one with jet black hair, green-gray eyes, huge biceps and Italian good looks.
Larry stood a moment in awe of these specimens of stacked muscle, until the oldest man looked up and asked, "Anything you need, bud?"
"Nah," the halfback answered. The heat was turned off in the room, and he felt the cool air make his nipples harden into pointy tips and goosebumps spread across his smooth flesh. "Sorry to bother you guys, I just wanted to take a look at what's been done."
"No problem, kid," the man replied, standing up from the tile area and leaving the other three men to the grouting job. "Let me show you what we've been doing."
"Don't want to bother you," Larry replied. His cock stirred slightly in his jockpouch seeing the thick, beefy body packed tight into his clothes.
"Nonsense. Could use a break anyway. Name's Hal..." He extended his hand to Larry, who could feel the firm, masculine power in the clasp of the handshake.
"Larry," the halfback croaked out through the lust that choked his throat all of a sudden. God this hunk was just his ideal: thick, corded muscles flexed underneath the T-shirt, which was so tight Larry could see Hal's quarter-sized nipples as if he were nude.
"On the team, are you?"
"Yes, sir."
"What position you play?"
"Halfback."
"I can tell you got the build for it. Sometimes in high school, they put guys out there who don't have enough muscle for the job. Looks like you've put hard work into your body."
"Thanks, sir, I try to keep the mass on."
"My son plays on the team, ya know. Center."
"You mean Tony?"
"Yeah, that's my boy. Just a sophomore, but I think he's gonna be a great athlete."
The two men stood facing each other in a brief minute, saying nothing. Finally, Hal spoke, "Follow me and I'll show you what we've completed."
"White!" Coach Williams yelled from his office.
Mike White had just undressed and was starting to head to the shower. "Yeah, coach?" he yelled across the locker room.
"In my office! Now!" Palmer barked before stepping back in through his door.
Mike threw his towel over his shoulder and sauntered across the room. The running back was excited. He knew Coach's dick would be real hard, as it always was when he called Mike into his office after practice. He could already taste that thick cock, feel those balls swollen with coach cum. Mike's dick sprang into a boner as he walked toward Coach's office.
As he entered he found another man in there with Coach. He was older, mid-40s probably, and in every way, the man was big, with a tall, wide frame and nice, beefy muscles all over. They made his polo shirt bulge out and the thick biceps strained the sleeves. He wore khaki trousers that barely stretched over the bulging quads.
Mike found himself staring at this hunk and trying to will his dick into a softer state at the same time. It was an impossible task.
"Mark, meet Brian Pierson, Coach from State. He's going to high schools recruiting for their team. He's told me the university is interested in giving you a scholarship."
Mark didn't know what to say. He knew he should be excited at the potential offer of college money and a place on the team, but all he could do was take in the sight before him.
The two men shook hands. Those hands were big, with powerful fat fingers that grasped Mike's palm. Mike's hardon throbbed as his eyes were lost in the sight before him, the massive chest, the cords of muscle in the arms, the square jaw and powerful face, those steel blue eyes.
"Please to meet you sir," the young man croaked from his horny reverie.
"I'm glad to meet you too, son," the coach replied. "Been watching you play the last couple of games. You're a great athlete."
Brian patted Mike on the shoulder The young athlete could feel the hot touch of Pierson' hand on his shoulder and his dick started to leak a little. "Thanks, sir. It would be great to be playing at State next year."
"I told Coach I wanted to get a better look at ya. See how your development is coming along."
"Okay, sir," Mike answered, unsure of what Pierson meant.
The coach reached out and began feeling along Mike's naked chest. Immediately the nipples sprang to attention as the thick, callused fingers brushed against the sensative skin. His exploration continued down Mike's side and around to his back.
"Nice definition kid," Mr. Pierson said, almost under his breath. He'd stepped up closer to the young jock and now the athlete's hardon was dripping down onto the older man's khakis.
The coach noticed and with one hand grabbed the athlete's cock. Gently, he jacked the beads of precum into the firm shaft. His knuckled glistened as he massaged Mike's dick into an even harder state - the eight inches began to twitch with excitement.
Suddenly, Pierson removed his hand. "Turn around," he commanded. He sat down on a stool and spread his legs as he pulled Mike's naked form back close to his fully clothed body. His hands resumed exploring the thick muscles of Mike's back
As Mike faced away, he saw Coach Williams pull out his hard cock and begin leisurely masturbating it. He stared intently at that familiar piece of mandick until the voice in his ear brought him back to reality.
"Yeah, nice lats. But remember, son, you're not gonna rest til I've put twenty more pounds of muscle on ya during the first season. Fuck, all my players come in with good builds - but it takes more than good to play ball in college." The coach's fingers were now applying more pressure to Mike's delts, squeezing them hard with each passing over. Mike's cock ached he was so horny now.
"Yeah, guy," the older man continued, "I'll have you working your ass off this next year... Coach, pass me the bottle." Coach Williams reached into his desk for a bottle of lube and tossed it to Pierson. He unsnapped the lid and poured a generous stream of the cool liquid right down the center of Mike White's crack. The athlete's hunky body shivered as he felt the coldness trickle down between his asscheeks. Instinctively, he flexed his buns and tighted them up to try to heat up the lube coating his shithole.
Just as he was squeezing the fluid between his glutes, however, Brian reached down and pushed his powerful hand between the tight muscles, spreading them apart as his hand began a rigorous exploration of the valley of luscious jock ass.
"Play baseball too, dontcha White?"
One of the coach's huge digits poked its way into Mike's sphincter.
He let out a hiss. "Yessir." Williams flogged harder on his erect cock, obviously appreciating the sight before him.
"We'll see what we can do about your dual training then." His finger probed deeper. To Mike it felt marvelous, like a miniature cock prodding his insides. "Remember that football will be your priority. " Again, with a jabbing, corkscrew motion, the finger roughly probed.
"Yessir" Mike answered as his legs spread apart to give the coach better access to his hole.
"Besides," the man withdrew his index finger, then continued as he slipped in his middle finger, which was even fatter and thicker and roughly loosened up the athlete's tight ring with his deliberate ass-exploration, "the football players have the bigger dicks. I can tell that this ass of yours needs them big and wide. Am I right, White?"
He now pushed in two digits, making Mike's ass buck up involuntarily and his cock drool harder.
"Fuck yeah, sir."
"'Fuck yeah' you like that or 'fuck yeah' you need big, oversized cock up this hole?"
"Both, sir."
"Thought so. Don't get me wrong. I got nothing against the baseball jocks. They all got nice, meaty bods. Thick necks, big pecs, and a bit of a beer belly from letting them selves go off season. Fuck, maybe I'll let you get a little padding around the waist. Give me a little something more to hold onto while I'm fucking your guts out. "
"Sounds hot, sir. I definitely want to get big."
"Bet you like my big biceps, don't ya?" With a shoving motion, coach added a third finger up Mike's hole and was jabbing all three in and out. Mike turned his head to watch as the coach's thick arm muscles curled up in volume with each finger fuck.
"Oh Christ!" he mumbled. The athlete's dick was rockhard now and his asshole throbbed in pace with his prick.
"Oooh boy, you're getting that ass real tight on me now." The Coach began a more regular rhythm with his hand. Using his thumb as a pivot, he slid the three fingers in and out smoothly but firmly. "Yeah, stud, it's gonna feel real nice and tight against my dick"
By now Coach Williams' dick was just a blur beneath his jacking fist. For Mike it was all an incredibly hot scene, having his coach watch him while this mammoth of a stud finger fucked him silly. Those thick, marvelous fingers were being shoved faster and harder deep into his hole. The combination was fatter than some cocks he'd taken and he felt his sphincter stretched with each shove forward of his future coach's hand. The feelings flowed through the young athlete's body, up from his abused hole, past his tightly reined balls, past his throbbing cock and into an amazing rush of sexual energy that flowed to his head. It was too much.
"Fuck, sir. I'm about to blow." The swollen running back nuts began to pump their football stud sperm.
"Yeah, kid." the college coach hissed in encouragement. "Give it up. Want to see you shoot your big load. I wanna feel how tight your ass can get when you blow your nut."
Mike White didn't even need to touch his cock. Everywhere, the player's thick sperm began to spew. Mike had never had an orgasm so intense. The cum arced high into the air before splattering to the cement floor with an audible plop, then another wave of orgasmic contraction would surge through the kid's cock and another jet of jism would shoot out. All of it was timed by Pierson's steady rhythm of his ass-fucking fingers, which continued to fuck the cum out of his young recruit.
When White started shooting, Coach Williams got down on his knees in front of the running back and let the white hot cum shower over him. He too couldn't take anymore and grabbed his painfully erect prick and started shooting his seed over the cold floor.
When the two men's orgasms died down, Coach Williams stood up, grabbed a towel from the hook on the wall and went to join the boys in the shower, cum still dripping and clinging to the hairs on his burly chest.
Hal, the burly contractor, had his hand on Larry Warren's muscular shoulder as he showed him the control room for the sauna area.
"This room has all the controls for the steam area plus the filters for the water," Hal explained. The space itself was tiny, about six feet by four feet of free space, so Hal stood behind Larry as he described the plumbing system in the room. All through his description, the halfback could feel the older man's hands on his shoulder, gently patting his back, or draped over his pecs. The athlete's cock was starting to harden and get tight in the pouch of his jockstrap.
"This is where we fit the pipes." Hal pointed over to the corner of the room where a number of the water pipes occupied a small area between two boards. Just then, Larry could feel a hard, naked cock press against the crevice between his ass cheeks.
"Looks like a tight space," Larry teased, "How did you get them in there?"
The cock rubbed up and down the athlete's asscrack as Larry's glutes contracted around the length of the dick, trying to capture the moist head.
"We just shoved the pipe in there. Loosens up the more you work it," Hal said, now whispering into Larry's ear as the full length of his body pressed against the cool, clammy skin of the almost naked jock. He positioned his cockhead at the kid's tight asshole and pushed on.
The young hunk grunted and moaned as the prick invaded his hole, slowly but deeply. "Yeah, fuck me man," he whispered hoarsely as this stud began to take his ass rough and raw.
Hal hissed between his teeth. He wanted to yell how fucking great that warm, slick ass felt wrapped around his cock. Instead, he bit at Larry's earlobe and grunted with each fuck thrust, "Yeah, kid, I knew you needed a good hard fuck. Showing that ass off in that jockstrap of yours. Just waiting for me to take out my big cock and fuck you senseless."
"Ahh, yeah, man, dick me good." Hal's burly arms wrapped around his torso as inch after inch of cockmeat thrusted in and out of his hole. It felt terrific. Only Larry still wore the jockstrap and felt his hardon confined in his pouch.
"Ah yeah, bud, this ass feels too good. Gonna blow my nut. Gonna fucking sperm your ass."
"Yeah, man, shoot it deep in my hole. Fuck me good."
Hal hosed his seed deep into the halfback's guts as the kid moaned in delight. Abruptly he pulled his spent cock out, letting the cool air rush into the now open hole. Thinking the fuck was over, Larry started to stand upright when he felt the cock push back in.
"Fuck, stud, I didn't know you'd be up for seconds, but bell, it feels great. Pound my fucking hole!"
"Shit, boy, this isn't seconds for me," the man behind him said. "I'm just getting started." It wasn't Hal but the well-built black construction worker who was now fucking his hole relentlessly. Larry looked back to discover that a line had formed for his horny ass. He couldn't believe has was going to get gang fucked by four of the hottest men. His rectal walls contracted hard against the invading cock as he shot his sperm into the stretched pouch of his strap.
Coach Pierson did need to tell his newest recruit what to do. When Mike recovered his breath, he stood upright, letting the last drops of cum drip off his cockhead, and turned around to face his future coach. His hardon sprang up with renewed life as he looked at how hot this man was. He reached forward and felt the hardness of the massive pec muscles beneath the polo shirt and followed along the brickhard abs. Mike wondered how much hair covered the coach's torso. He wondered
Finally the athlete's hands reached the crotch of coach's khaki pants. Down the right leg lay a huge hardon. Big, long, and fat. Real fat. Mike couldn't believe how huge this prick was, it was too unbelievable. He had to have it, to own it as much as he could. Fuck, if he could die worshipping this cock, he'd be happy.
With one hand he kneaded the hard fuckflesh straining the legs of the trousers while with the other hand Mike unzipped the pants. Coach's arms encircled Mike's built body while Mike reached into the crotch of his pants. Mike could feel the hard chest press against his own. He yearned to be rid of the fabric of the coach's shirt, the only thing that separated their firm muscles and sensative nipples from each others'. He felt the firm power of Coach's clasp. He felt the breath on his cheeks and the stubble against his own. He felt Coach's raw lips touch his own. He felt the warm slickness of Coach's powerful tongue as the two men met in a feverish, fuck-hungry kiss. Mike fished deep down the pant leg with his hand. That prick extended way down, and the tightness of the khakis against Coach's meaty quads made grasping the girth of the cock difficult. Finally, the running back managed to pull out a massive fuckstick: twelve inches long and thick as a flashlight.
While the two kissed, Mike played with the huge piece of coach meat feeling the steel hardness burn like a hot poker in his hand. Possessively, the Coach cupped the firm, perfectly round asscheeks on his athlete and even began to explore the puckered hole, still loosened and slick from the rough finger fuck he'd given. This kid was definitely one of the hottest he'd recruited in a while.
When Mike broke the kiss and looked down at the engorged fuck monster, he gasped and moaned and his eyes widened in fear, but his own prick leaked like a faucet. That prick had to be at least a foot long and was bigger around than a baseball bat handle. It was bigger, even, than Coach Williams' dick, or Tim Fitsgerald's. It was bigger than he could ever imagine. And Mike was hotter than hell holding the big shaft in his hand.
He had to taste that dick. The athlete fell to his knees between Brian's powerful legs and began to examine that beautiful, huge cock up close. Gently, his tongue extended out and licked along the thick veins that ran up the side of the meaty, hard shaft. The cockskin tasted salty and tangy and bitter all at once. Mike loved hit. He began more eagerly licking away at the big coach cock, lapping his tongue in wide, wet slaths across the prick flesh.
With one hand, Mike reached into the coach's trousers and pulled out the heavy, oversized nuts that dangled low from the powerful fuckrod. He wasted no time licking the hairy ballsac and coaxing the fat testicles into his warm jock mouth.
Coach moaned and put his palm firmly on the back of Mike's head, feeling the tousled, soft hair as the kid tongue-washed his horny nuts good. "Fuck, son, you know how to make a man feel real good. Looks like you can't wait to eat my sperm," he laughed, guiding Mike's head up off his balls and onto the length of his prick.
While the running back was licking away, Brian pulled the tails of his polo shirt out of his pants and began to pull the shirt off. Mike looked up and couldn't believe the sight. That perfectly massive body towered above him, the chest naked in its full masculine glory and that perfectly massive cock swinging side to side as Pierson continued pulling his shirt off.
Mike got a wave of horniness. He grabbed that big cock and began to wrap his hot mouth around the wet, drooling tip. He immediately shoved four inches into his mouth and felt he would gag it was so huge, but he didn't care. He just had to suck that cock.
"Yeah, boy, suck your coach's cock. Fuck, it's big, isn't it, son? This won't be high school league, any more. You'll be playing with the big boys now. Sucking big, fat stud cock. "
The coach roughly grabbed Mike's hair and began a couple of hard fast face fuck thrusts, pulling that warm mouth onto his erect prick.
"You ain't even takin' half of my cock. Fuck, boy, I know you can suck dick better than that."
Still, no more than five inches of the man's shaft were buried inside the football stud's mouth. Pierson changed his approach. He slowed his fuck thrusts and slowly withdrew his cock until the tip rested just barely on White's jock lips.
"What a fucking sight," he murmured, "Big tough high school jock on his knees sucking his bigger tougher coach's cock.". Precum oozed from his prick and all over Mark's square, powerful jaw. Mark moaned and his prick spurted a gob of cockjuice onto the cement floor. The soft cockhead would tease his eager lips, tracing the precum gently along the rim of Mike's mouth.
Then, ever so slowly, Coach would guide the hard, searing hot dick back into the athlete's mouth. Mike could now taste the salty-sweet precum at the end of the thick coachmeat. Meanwhile, instead of pushing Mike's head down on his invading cock, Coach used his powerful arms to hold Mike back, keeping him from bobbing his head forward. The effect on Mike was electric. He wanted that cock bad. Wanted to suck more of that shaft down. And he wanted it now. Instead, that prick inched forward painfully slow, leaving a trail of pre-fuck ooze dotted along his helpless tongue.
"Yeah, stud, open up for daddy," Coach ordered in a tone that was at once authoritarian and gentle, coaxing. More and more prick meat eased its way into Mike's oral cavity, over the back of the tongue and past the kid's tonsils. He pushed in until the gullet constricted and gave new resistance, then he paused for a moment and pulled out.
Again, the prickhead rested snugly in the crevice between the young hunk's two lips. He let Mike catch his breath for a moment, then began the process again, dragging the cock snot and the saliva with his dickhead deep into the back of Mike's throat. Mike was desperately horny by now, he tried to push forward with his head, while his hands tried to reach around the coach's ass and pull his fuckstick further in. To no avail, Coach's power was too great. Mike's own cock twitched in desperation, hard and wet again even after coming so hard earlier. This man turned him on like he thought no one ever could.
By now, that fat fuckstick had stretched the athlete's jaw, his throat and the esophagus that wrapped snugly around the length and girth of the shaft. Now he knew that he could pick up the pace and begin to face fuck this stud like he needed to be. This was the coach's favorite part of breaking in a new recruit: teaching the young stud how to deep throat a real man's cock.
Faster and faster, Brian plugged away at that tight but hungry throat. It was planted deep down Mike's gullet when the coach started to mutter incomprehensibly.
"Aw, shit, bud, gotta feel...aw, christ... ungh...ungh... aw yeah... fuck!"
Mike froze as Brian's cock unleashed its flow. He could feel the steady stream and Mike looked up at Brian's face in a mixture of fear and lust. He could feel Brian's piss letting loose into his gut!
Brian looked down through his orgasmic haze and muttered. "Yeah, stud, you think I'm pissing down your throat, don't ya? Fuck, that's my sperm you're eating. You wanted it, didn't ya?"
Then he could feel it. The first spasm. The stream had turned into a series of powerful, hot jets, as the cum went straight to Mike's stomach. Coach just held onto Mike's thick shoulders as he hosed his thick cum deep into his new player.
"Fuck, kid, you're terrific, you know that?" Coach said, looking down in pride and lust as the running back continued sucking the hard shaft. "You know your ass isn't leaving my hotel room tonight, don't ya?"
Mike just spat out the gargantuan cock and answered, "Yes sir."
(to be continued...)