Team Reward, pt. 6 (m/t, anal, oral, HS) 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. The fiction depicts unsafe sex practices. It's fantasy. In real life, wear a rubber.
Again, thanks to all the guys out there who have written. The response to this story in particular has been great. I just wish I could be quicker in posting new chapters. Comments to billdrake@hotmail.com. Let me know what gets you off. For more of my stories, see the Authors section of the Nifty Archive. Meanwhile, stroke away...
The material chafed Officer Miller's bare skin, which could feel the cold of the November air through the polyester uniform shirt. Absently, he scratched the pectoral muscle and took a second to rub the hardened nipple that poked against the scratchy material. He knocked on the metal door and waited a minute, zipping up his leather jacket to keep warmer.
The door opened and before him stood a man about 40 years old. He wore only gray sweatpants that barely hid a couple of perfect quads and a formidable bulge of a crotch. The man's pecs were coated with a layer of dark, curly hair and the chest and shoulder muscles were full and pumped. The biceps were even more impressive, swollen and powerful. They twitched as the shirtless man stood silently.
A lump formed in the police officer's throat as he looked at Coach Harris's magnificent torso, while another lump formed in his ever-tightening uniform trousers. "Hey, man, I thought I'd drop by after my shift. I've been..."
"Shut the fuck up and come in."
Mike White struggled to accommodate the huge cock that slid into his jock hole. It eased slowly up his fuck chute, stretching the sphincter more and more with each inch of hard, horny manmeat. The athlete was haunched over, half on his knees, half in a doggy position, as his future coach's arms wrapped underneath his arms and chest and hooked onto his meaty shoulders to provide more leverage to fuck.
This cock was larger than anything Mike had ever taken before, but the utter and obscene fatness of the club-sized dick had him harder than hell. He even tried to ease down further on the rigid meat, letting his legs slide sideways as he did so.
The deep voice behind him growled. "Yeah, kid, spread your legs for that dick." Coach Brian Pierson looked down at the athlete sprawled on the bed beneath him. He'd watched the kid play in several games this year and even when Mike was on the field in his football uniform, the college Coach knew he'd be one hot fuck. Slowly he pulled out his overly hard shaft until the ridge of his cock head nestled just at the jock's spasming sphincter. He held it there a second, until both men were overcome by horny anticipation. Roughly, the coach flexed his giant arms and pulled the young hunk's muscle body up tight against his sweaty, hard chest.
Coach held his hips still but the swift motion caused a couple of inches to slip further inside Mike's guts. The younger man grunted and his dick twitched so hard it slapped his firm abs. "Shit, coach," he begged, "fuck my ass."
The coach held on to Mike's torso with firm strength. Again he pulled his cockhead back out, priming his piston for another in stroke. He bent his head forward and started gently biting the running back's ear, muttering in his gravel-like, low voice, "You really want this dick, dontcha, White?"
Mike was melting in his burly coach's arms. He tried to lower himself on that gargantuan cock that was making his ass feel so exquisite. He wanted nothing more right now than to bury the full length of that horny, wet coach cock up his jock ass. Only coach's grip was so tight he couldn't move. "Yeah, man, I need your big dick up my ass bad. I need you to fuck my hole hard."
Coach gave a short, quick mini-thrust into that hungry ass, then pulled back just as quickly. Mike was moaning uncontrollably now. "Never taken a dick this big, have you boy?" Pierson growled.
"No, sir, I..." Mike replied before another savage quick thrust cut him off, as all that he could emit from his throat was a croak of fuck-lust pleasure.
"Fuck, kid, you better be sure you want it." This time his thrust was a little longer, about 3 inches of the angry cock. "Cause when I start fucking this ass for real, I'm not gonna stop." Again he withdrew and pushed back in, a little deeper than before, really opening the athlete's rectum up for the oversized invader. "Better be sure, White, sure that you want all of your coach's cock fucking your slut jock ass."
"I'm fucking sure of it, coach." Mike cried
"Good" was all his reply as he firmly thrust the cock deeper and deeper into the tight ass in front of him. Both men were sweating intensely now, and their muscled bodies were slick against each other as more and more of Brian's 12-inch monster cock pressed onward. Mike was so hot at the moment, his muscles twitched involuntarily all over his body as his rectal walls were stretched tight against the bludgeon lodging itself deep in his guts.
"Oh, ungh, fuck, sir..." the young running back grunted. Sweat beaded up on his forehead, all over his jock face, as he struggled to accommodate the prick fucking him.
"That's it, White," his new coach cooed softly, "you're taking it. Taking it all like the man you are." More of his cock sunk in deep. By now, about 9 inches were snugly up Mike White's rectum.
"Fuckin' tight ass," his fucker continued, talking to himself as much as to the high school hunk he was screwing. "Been wanting to fuck it for the last three weeks now. Every time I saw you on the football field, I knew I had to get you in my bed, bend you over, feel how tight that ass would feel around my big dick."
"Need that dick, coach," the athlete uttered, barely able to speak.
Now Pierson sawed his cock in and out of the tight ass, driving in a bit deeper on each inward thrust. "And you're as hot and tight as I thought you would be, White. Damn, I want to own this ass."
With that, the coach shoved all twelve inches of hard man cock deep into Mike White. The heavy, cum-filled balls slapped hard against the athlete's sweaty, moist skin, making a loud smacking sound.
"Fuck!" the coach cried out, barely keeping himself from sperming his young fuckee's guts. When he knew he'd contained his impending orgasm, the man pulled out and slammed home again. And Mike took the hard pounding and asked for more. This kid was hotter than anything he expected.
The next deep-dick thrust, the coach's flared dickhead rubbed White's prostate. "Aw, jesus, sir, feels fucking fantastic. I don't know if I can hold back longer" the running back panted. His dick was so hard it ached.
"Yeah, stud, shoot all your jock cream. I want to see you pop your nuts while I fuck you raw." Mike shuttered with each thrust of his coach's cock. The older topman held on tighter and growled in Mike's ear. "Yeah, that's it kid, you're close I can tell. Remember how good this feels. Remember the next time you see your coach's dick all hard and horny. I want you spreading your legs for your man's cock."
"Fuck me, coach," Mike yelled out, his hands gripping the back board of the bed tightly to steady himself from the rough thrusts from behind.
The coach held his bear hug as he shafted the ass with more force and determination. "Yeah, White..."
The twelve inches slammed in. Mike's cock lurched up.
"...this ass is mine, kid..."
Another hard shove. Mike's first arc of cum shot out and hit the back of the bed.
"Gonna fuck you...
Another inward thrust. The second volley of sperm jetted out and his the wall with a loud splat. "Jesus, Coach," Mike mumbled.
...whenever I get the horns"
Again, the cock slammed home. The athlete's nuts pumped their juice out without sign of slowing down. "Fuck me, Coach" Mike yelled. his cum dribbled down on the pillows then arced up in a full shot again.
"...whenever the fuck I want," Coach sneered as his cock pressed onward again.
More jockspew erupted from Mike White's hard and beautiful cock. He wanted this incredible orgasm to last forever. He half felt his nut would go on as long as Coach's gargantuan cock kept fucking him raw. But he also knew that even after shooting such a hard thick load, he'd still be hard. He'd never been harder in his life, and there was no way that teenage jock dick was going soft anytime soon.
"Keep dicking my ass, Coach."
Another hard shove turned Mike's words into animalistic grunts. "Don't worry, kid, this dick's not going anywhere."
Bill Ferrell, Jackson High's head baseball coach stepped out of the private shower in his office. A stocky but in shape man of 40, his barrel chest was coated in a thick layer of manfur that extended all the way down to the dark bush of his crotch, even down to the hairy, massive quads and powerful calves. He'd taken a couple of his better players and started an off-season conditioning program, except for Mike White and Greg Jefferson, who were on the football team. Tonight was a five mile run, which Coach Ferrell took part in as well - sharing the conditioning exercises would not only encourage the players' morale but would keep his muscular body in shape as well.
Only tonight he'd be a little late getting off work. Normally in the off season he left the school by 3.30, even earlier on Fridays. Usually that meant he could relax for a while when he got home, get some grub, then have time for a nice leisurely jack off session, pulling on his thick cock, usually while fantasizing about his players and conjuring up every detail of their developing bodies.
By now, his dick was distending if not fully hard, but Bill pulled on his jeans and stretched a snug sweatshirt over his torso. The jog had made him tired, but he knew it would also make him horny. Maybe he'd have to call up one of his butt buddies tonight. Lately he'd been getting it on occasionally with a burly construction worker, Gary. He was one of the ones working on the football locker room whom he'd run into on the school grounds. By the time Bill stepped into his truck, he was thinking about Gary's tight warm ass wrapped around his cock. First things first, he thought, I need to pick up some dinner and get home before my mind wanders to far.
As he was stopped at a red light, Bill was distracted in thought, but it only took a second. It only took a second to glance over at the car that had pulled next to his. A second to see one of the hottest guys he'd seen in town, dressed in a suit and tie. Only a second for the man to notice Bill and return his gaze. Only a second for Bill's wood to strain against the fabric of his pants.
Bill wanted nothing more than to dick around with this hunk. He had to be in his mid-40s, probably a businessman, with a good build and a cute face and dark eyes. The man smiled at Bill and gave a nod of acknowledgement. Bill was dumbstruck. Maybe the guy was being friendly, but he hoped their eyes were communicating the same thing. The light turned suddenly, and the man nodded in acknowledgement.
The other man drove ahead slightly and Bill found himself following the guy. When the car signaled to turn into a parking lot, Bill nervously followed. This guy must think I'm a creep, Bill thought, but he couldn't help it. A fat, hard boner strained his pants.
Finally the other man's vehicle slowed down to a stop and Bill pulled along side it. A window rolled down and the fellow called out,
"Hey stud, how are ya this evening?"
"Great.."
"I'm on my way home to the wife now, so I don't have much time now, but my dick could use a little relief right now. Would you like to get in the car for a quickie?"
Bill's cock was drooling hard by now. This guy was sexy beyond belief. He could see the face more clearly now. Full dark-haired beard that was newly shaved, full head of dark brown hair, and a strong jaw that seemed especially inviting combined with the man's smile.
"Sure" Bill said as he climbed into the front seat of the man's SUV.
As Bill shut the door, his companion's hand went down and unzipped his suit pants, pulling out a monster prick. The man's dick was perfect. Full, long, with a round, bulbous head that flared in a slightly menacing way.
Bill wasted no time bending over and licking the knob. Tasted wonderful, sort of salty but with a slightly bitter aftertaste of cum. Man must drip a ton of pre-cum, Bill thought as he dove deeper on to the hard prick. It was weird; usually Bill liked to be the top man, to be in command during sex. When he did turn the tables, it was with a stud who he knew he could trust, who would give as well as he took.
No, this man was different. The businessman's steel blue eyes commanded without words. The man was too gorgeous, his build too imposing for Bill Farrell to do anything but submit.
And suck. Deeper and deeper the shaft plunged down the Coach's throat. Bill was maintaining a quick pace bobbing up and down, but the other man helped out, lifting his hips off the car seat to shove his dick harder up the coach's violated gullet.
God, this man knows how to fuck, thought Bill. He almost regretted not waiting until a real fuck. He couldn't help but crave this wonderful prick.
"Yeah, you're a butch man, but you know how to take my cock like a pro. Yeah, I can tell it makes you all horny to service a big dick like mine. It makes me hot, too, seeing you suck me off. Ah, fuck, you feel good. Sometime, I'd like to take you home and mount your big butch ass and fuck you a new hole."
The businessman's filth talk was getting Bill even hotter. He moaned around the invading prick. Meanwhile, his hands began to explore the stud's firm body underneath the dress shirt.
"Ooh, yeah, you'd like that, I can tell. Yeah, I'd just crawl up on top of you and lift your big legs up over my shoulders and fucking plow your ass. Wouldn't stop all night."
It wasn't long before hot ropes of cum came shooting out into Bill's mouth.
Darnell rang the doorbell to the Fitzgerald's house. Tim's father answered the door. The man was impressive, like an older version of his quarterback son, same athletic tone, same blue eyes, same golden-brown hair. He had the same gorgeous All-American face, only with age it had hardened into a more adult, more masculine appearance. But what got Darnell's blood pumping was the man's build. He had already changed out of his work clothes into jeans and a T-shirt, and the muscles filled out and stretched the material. Before the football player stood one hunk of an older man.
"Hello Darnell," Mr. Fitzgerald said, greeting the young athlete. "Getting ready for that Chemistry midterm?" he asked smiling. Darnell had come over to study for the exam with Tim.
"Yes, sir, Mr. Fitzgerald." he answered through the knots of lust in his throat. "Coach says we gotta keep our grades up in addition to playing ball."
Tim's father showed the guest in and replied, "Yeah, he's right. I will say the team has done a great job playing this year. We're all real proud of you guys." Mr. Fitzgerald placed his hand on Darnell's shoulder in a paternal gesture. Darnell could feel the heat and the bulk of the man's body next to his and could even smell him, the faint smell of soap with the undeniable scent of a full-blooded male.
"Thanks, sir," he replied weakly.
Mr. Fitzgerald patted him once more as if to send him onward to the football field and said, "Tim's in his room. Go on up."
When Darnell reached his room, Tim was wearing the team's blue sweats, which were loose enough to be comfortable and fit well enough to show off the quarterback's fine form. Darnell could make out the bulge of a formidable hard cock tenting up the crotch.
"Hey, stud," the quarterback said, meeting the hot black player in a deep, mankiss. "Thought you'd never get here."
Darnell hooked his thumbs into the waist of Tim's sweats and pulled them down in a jerk. The hung quarterback cock snapped up horny and erect. Darnell took his large, callused hand and gently stroked the snake of a cock while sucking the other athlete's tongue. "Turn around" he finally ordered.
Tim turned to face away, as Darnell sank down to his knees, taking time to enjoy the magnificent view of Tim's muscular backside. Unlike Darnell's tremendous bulk, Tim was all muscle, and every striation showed beneath the skin.
Darnell admired the football star's bulging legs, the meat hamstrings and most of all the beautiful round ass, which Darnell proceeded to grab with both hands and spread, exposing the puckered hole beneath. He could feel the heat rising from deep within the crack, Tim's blonde-brown ass hairs inviting Darnell forward. Without hesitation, the young black man lapped the whole length of the asscrack, soaking it in his saliva, then began tonguing the sweet, tight asshole, which spasmed and loosened at each push of Darnell's tongue.
"Oh, Christ!" Tim sighed. He congratulated himself for coming up with the Chemistry study group excuse. Darnell simply had the hottest (and longest) tongue in all of Jackson High. And what it was doing to Tim's puckered hole was indescribable.
Darnell was in heaven too. He lived to lick ass, particular nice, tight jock ass. He loved the faint jock scent that lingered. He loved the bumpy ridge of the jockhole as it loosened up under his expert administrations. He savored the power of the well-conditioned gluteal muscles that filled his hand so fully.
The black athlete's erect cock was now out of his pants and gently humping Fitzgerald's sinewy calf muscle. Tim Fitzgerald was definitely the hottest guy in the school. Fuck, he was the hottest guy Darnell had ever met.
Slowly he began working more and more of his tongue up the quarterback's anal ring, working the hole firmly.
"That it, buddy" Tim urged. "fucking tongue that hole."
The athlete's tongue now formed a well-timed drill that pushed open the sweet asshole and into the heated channel of Tim's rectum. In perfect rhythm it would pull out before boring back in.
"Fucking hell" Tim muttered. His cock was on fire. The quarterback reached down to grab it, desperately wanting to jack his jock load off. Darnell sensed what he was doing and grabbed his wrists and held them immobile. He wanted to get Tim off with his expert tongue job.
"Shit, Darnell, I don't know if I can stand this - it's torture"
Darnell said something, but his mouth was still buried deep in the heat of Fitzgerald's ass, so the star athlete could only hear a stifled mumble. The extra sensation felt great on his hole, however, and his cock spurted a squirt of healthy pre-cum. With his wrists held in place, he couldn't wipe the goo into his hard cock, so it just trickled down the length and over his balls. My now his dick was twitching and almost hurt it was so ready to explode.
Then Darnell really started his work. He alternated sucking, chewing and drilling in rapid succession. As his rhythm increased, so did Tim's breathing. Finally nearing orgasm, Tim's arms broke free of the hold the stud black athlete had on them. But instead of grabbing his cock, he reached behind and held Darnell's head deep in the cleft of his ass.
"Suck, motherfucker!" he shouted and his cock spontaneously unloaded. The meaty quarterback shaft was jerking up and down as it shot, and the shower of pearly white jockcream went flying everywhere.
When Tim finally wound down and caught his breath, he looked down at the megabuilt athlete still on his haunches, his sperm-covered spent cock still sticking up out from his crotch. "Thanks, bud, that was incredible"
"Anytime, Fitzgerald."
Officer Frank Miller's wrists were behind him as Coach Harris held them tight in his grasp, until he could slip the cop's own handcuffs on him. The room Harris had pushed the policeman into was dark, and it was somehow sexier feeling the coach's imposing presence behind him.
The Coach reached around and grabbed the crotch of the cop's uniform. His hand could feel a throbbing hardon straining to get out.
"What have we here?" the Coach sneered. "Seems like my cop friend's got a hardon for his coach."
"Yeah, man. It's been hard all day long."
The coach's strong grip clamped down on the steel rod protruding in the cop's pants. With his other hand, he untucked the uniform shirt and pulled it open. The thick-bodied blonde blue-eyed cop moaned as the other man's thick, meaty fingers began to play with his erect nipples, pinching them tightly as the cop cock throbbed in response.
Art pulled the blue polyester material off of Frank's torso and over the thick, muscled arms until it knotted up around the handcuffs. He took a minute to run his hand through the light blonde fur covering Frank's chest.
"Tell me how much you want to get fucked," Harris commanded. Very lightly, his fingers grazed the hard policeman shaft that throbbed and ached.
Miller responded with a low guttural moan. "Fuck, coach, you know I've been wanting it all day. I've fucking called you every hour."
The coach didn't speak. Instead, he continued rubbing the man's sensitive cockshaft with his hard, callused fingertips. The effect was to drive the policeman crazy with lust.
"Good fuck," the cop responded, "I can't believe how much you turn me on. I want all of you, coach, I want all of your body taking control and fucking my cop ass..."
The coach's fingers had now moved down and were stroking the cop's hairy balls.
"Ah, damn... and when I first pulled you over, I knew I had a real man in front of me... big, butch man with a big cock to match... It was that cock that clenched it for me. Knew I had to have you fuck me. Had to see what that cock felt like plowing me good."
By now, Art had his prickhead nudged in the warm ring of Frank's ass. The cop could feel the bead of dick drool press against his sphincter. The coach put his mouth right on top of the cop's ear and grunted, "Wet or dry?"
"Don't care, man. Anyway you want to fuck me. I just need it."
Coach Harris's muscular hand traced the contour of Miller's sculpted butt. "Let me turn on the light. See that piece of cop ass before I shove my dick up there."
The light switched on and Frank could tell he was in a laundry room. As his eyes adjusted to the brightness, he looked down in front of him. Right beneath him was a pile of used jockstraps from the team. A large pile. The policeman's boner went even more rigid and ached in cop lust. He could make out every pubic hair, every piss stain, every trace of soiled material in the jocks below.
As the cop was adjusting to the light, Harris pushed his firm cockhead past the entrance to the cop's rectum. He marveled at how tight and silky smooth the inner tissue of this butch cop's muscle ass was. The stud on bottom was half in pleasure from the sizeable cock filling him up just right and half in pain from the friction of the dry dick chafing his hole. But mostly, he just got off on being used
As Frank Miller got fucked, he thought about the football players and the crotches that were hours ago packed into the jockpouches. He thought of their thick, athlete cocks and their oversized balls. He imagined the burly coach taking his turn with each of them, screwing their jock butts like he was doing to Frank now. He thought about big hard football stud cock hosing jock cum into the underwear below.
Before he realized it, the cop felt an orgasm rip through his prostate, down through his tightened balls and hose up a megajet of hot sperm. The cop was lost in the intensity of his nut. His eyes closed and he bellowed out a growl as his baton jismed obscenely. Strings of ropy, white cum covered the sweaty jockstraps, the dingy pearly copjuice matching the dingy white of the straps' material. He imagined the hung teen athletes slipping on their supporters wet and slimy from Frank's fresh cream. Again Coach Harris slammed his cock deep into Frank's tight hole. Again, his own cock and balls convulsed involuntarily as he continued to pump out his spray.
"Worthless pig slut," Harris growled behind him, withdrawing his prick from Frank's abused ass. Before the cop knew it, he was lying flat face down in the pile of underwear. The wetness of his own load pressed against his chest and abs, his face filled with the scent of the used jocks.
The cop was so drowned in lust, he was hyperventilating by this point. Coach Harris grabbed the man's meaty thighs and pulled them apart. His prick was hard and dripping. It didn't hesitate for a moment, but pushed right back into that warm, tight ass, which was now slick with coach pre-cum and the cop's own ass juices. He plunges straight in, pushing tight against the bottom man's prostate.
"Shit," grunted the policeman. "Fuck my ass, man."
Coach Harris pinned his whole weight down on the man, holding him down as he pounded that fine police-grade bubblebutt. Frank was in heaven, between the wonderful feeling of the burly coach's chest pressed firm into his own bulging lats and the slippery warmth of the cum-coated jockstraps that lie beneath him.
"Use me coach," the cop urged, "Fuck me like I was one of your athletes."
Coach carried on his own dirty rap simultaneously. "Shit, my cop buddy really needed it bad tonight... See the way he opens those legs even wider, backing his fine butt back, trying to get more of my big hard cock stuffed up his tight cop shithole..."
"... Push me down into these sweaty jockstraps. Make me lick and suck every damn one of them. Punch my guts with that huge cock of yours... Oh, fuck..."
"...Yeah, open that ass up for your coach. Get it ready to take his nice, thick load... Hosing my cop good... Fucking my nut deep in his guts..."
"...Come on, man, shoot that spunk in me. Abuse my hole like I was a jock needing to be disciplined... shown who's boss by a real man.
"...Yeah, stud, I'm giving it up. Giving up my load for you... Feel it, stud?"
"Fuck, man, I feel it. Hose me good. Keep fucking me coach, I'm gonna blow again."
"Fucking fine ass...Blowing my nut good..."
"Shit, I'm coming, man," the cop yelled as his prick unloaded another round of police jism into the soiled jockstraps. He thought his orgasm would never end, he kept shooting and shooting as the coach kept thrusting into his upturned ass.
When he finally regained his senses, he was alone. The handcuffs were off now. Coach was nowhere to be seen, and the cum coating his body was growing cold and drying into sticky patches. He should get dressed and on his way home. Getting back his energy, the blonde cop, stood up his prick fully spent but happy. He looked down into the pile of straps, all soaked through with his own cum, plus what must have been a good bit of the coach's, too. He looked for the wettest one and picked it up. Slowly, he lifted his right leg and slipped on the strap. Then the left. He pulled the wet material up all the way, until it was snug against his crotch. His cock gave a twitch but was too tired for much else. The cop smiled.
Brian Pierson looked down into Mike White's eyes. Their faces were only inches apart, and the two men could feel the heat and the sexual energy radiate between them. Occasionally, a bead of sweat would drop from the older man's forehead or nose onto Mike's all-American jock face. Finally, the coach says, "Think you can handle it, kid?"
Until now, Pierson was completely in control, but by now the stud top coach was getting shorter of breath as he dicked the hunky fullback with fast, hard strokes. The athlete was grunting with each inward thrust, and his own cock twitched in rhythm to the reaming the coach was giving him. He wrapped his legs around the man's waist, his calves resting on that round, hard butt pumping a foot of hard cock into him.
"Yeah I'm ready for it, Coach. Fuck me harder," Mike White mumbled. Each stroke of his fucker's cock turned his guts inside out. His sphincter had never been stretched wider. He couldn't believe he was taking all of this gargantuan cock. He couldn't believe those twelve fat inches fit inside his horny jock ass. He couldn't . Not only did that dick fit, but Mike was loving every minute of getting screwed by his future coach. He never felt so full, so alive. He wrapped his fullback thighs tighter around Coach Pierson's waist, and his arms around the man's back, the thick lats and delts flared in full rut. The coach supported his weight with his massive arms, while the athlete pulled his upper body up from the bed, so the two men's faces drew closer.
Coach's lips were now touching Mike's. "Fucking take my load, you fucking jock cunt!" he growled, then ground his mouth roughly against Mike's. Mike's mouth was invaded by his coach's tongue - long, thick and dominating. He could feel his ass fill up with his man's nut. Coach kept thrusting and pumping his seed deep into White's bowels.
Mike was beyond control. Suddenly, his prick jerked and spurted a second copious load of jock spew. Coach held him immobile, still screwing his ass, while Mike's cock unloaded all over Brian's meaty torso.
Coach broke off the kiss with a grin and looked down at the sheet of football-player spooge coating his chest and stomach. "Yeah, my boy sure has man-sized balls." He leaned back down and licked hungrily at Mike's mouth. "And his coach is gonna make sure they stay drained." With that he started fucking his giant cock into that jock ass for another hard fuck.
"See you later, Mr. Fitzgerald," Darnell called into the study as he got ready to leave Tim's house. Fitzgerald sat in his easy chair in the study reading the evening paper. His T-shirt stretched tightly across his built chest, and Darnell couldn't help but have his eyes drawn to the man's thick thighs packed in the jeans. And his feet: the man's bare feet rested in front of him and they were huge, Darnell guessed a size 14. He wondered if the man's dick was similarly oversized. He couldn't imagine a cock bigger than Tim's.
"Let me show you out," the man said, putting down the paper and getting up.
He put his arm around Darnell as if to guide him through the hallway. "Hope you and Tim are ready for the chemistry exam." he said.
"Yes, sir. At least I hope we are," Darnell answered.
About halfway down the hall, Mr. Fitzgerald turned Darnell toward him and pressed him back against the wall. He paused a second and looked into his eyes with a serious and far-off look and then pressed his mouth to Darnell's. The athlete was taken by surprise, but his perpetual horniness responded for him. His dick jumped up to a full hardon, his mouth opened to meet Mr. Fitzgerald in a heated kiss, and his muscular arms wrapped around the other man's body.
When they were done kissing, Mr. Fitzgerald said in a low, quiet but commanding voice, "Tell me what you and Tim have been doing the last two hours."
Darnell knew he couldn't answer, knew that he couldn't tell the truth to Tim's dad. But Mr. Fitzgerald grabbed Darnell's hardon through his sweats and started squeezing and stroking the hard shaft. Darnell's will melted.
"Tim loves to be rimmed," the athlete started as Mr. Fitzgerald's hands explored up underneath his T-shirt, caressing the athletic muscles and sensitive nipples. "...and... well, I'm known as the guy on the team who loves to eat ass."
Mr. Fitzgerald kissed him deeply once again, and Darnell could hear the sound of the man's jeans being unzipped and pulled down.
"Do to me what you did to him," the father said.
Darnell looked down and couldn't believe the prick that faced him. Long, longer than anything he'd ever seen. He wanted to suck that cock, or at least as much as he could manage down his throat. Only he'd been ordered to suck ass. And Darnell knew the man would have a fine ass. He imagined it would be like Tim's, only fuller and bigger. Darnell loved young jock asses, but men like Mr. Fitzgerald got his sap flowing unlike anything else.
The man was one fine specimen, with a thick, fully muscled body of an adult man who kept in shape. Darnell admired the thick obliques and the full lats as the man turned around. Then he saw the powerful ass, as much a sign of the man's virility as that superlong horsecock that jutted out straight in front of him. For Darnell, the sight was just as great, everything he could have dreamed of and more, the perfect butt begging to be eaten, licked and sucked dry.
Mr. Fitzgerald spread his legs and leaned forward, supporting his body against the hallway wall.
Tentatively, Darnell pulled apart the melon-shaped mounds of butt muscle. The crack before him was covered in brown hair, so much so he couldn't see the man's asshole. He knelt down lower and drew his face closer, all the while pulling the asscheeks further apart. There it was, a nice pink puckered hole, surrounding by a ring of wonderful brown hairs. It was perfectly clean, and a tantalizing sight. Darnell stuck his face as far in to that crack as he could. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked.
When Bill Farrell got back into his truck, he looked at the business card in his hand: Michael D. White, Jr., CFO.
He unzipped his jeans and let the throbbing boner that was straining the material. He thought about Michael's magnificent cock, that steely shaft poking out of the crotch of his suitpants. He remembered the wonderful taste and the fullsize in his mouth. He remembered how much Michael leaked, the pre-cum only making him want the full load hosed down his throat.
He shut his eyes and imagined himself on a bed with the hung executive on top of him. He could almost feel his legs pulled up to his chest and the large cock plowing in and out of his ass. He imagined the amazing body that must lie beneath that suit, the strong, sinewy muscles, the chest hair, the powerful asscheeks, perfect for a pile-drive fuck.
Bill opened his eyes and saw globs of sperm coating the steering wheel and dash board. "Fuck, I gotta call this guy," he said.