Turning A Dad: Coach Keller's Gang Bang By Damien James Send Emails or Questions to Hitln16@aim.com
I went straight to my office after football practice. I was tired, and it was already dark outside. I was sitting, doing some paper work, when I noticed Jason. Jason was one of the weaker players, thin and lanky he couldn't compete with the average beefy jocks who played on our team. He was changing at the set of lockers facing my office door and window. He was alone, the other player normally changed closer to the shower.
Suddenly, I was losing any sleepiness I had, as the boy slid his padded pants down around his ankles, exposing his smooth tight ass, the white straps of his jock stretch tight against it. Then, taking of his jersey, he bent over the steel bench. His little ass checks stretched, his tight pink boy hole staring at me through my office door, twitching. He went to the shower, falling back in to the group of boys. I went back to work.
During the next week, every day of practice, Jason did the same thing. He would undress slowly, until he showed me the prize, his little asshole. I couldn't help gripping the desk in front of me roughly, in my large muscled man hands. My cock was begging for it. I knew I had to do something about it.
The next Tuesday, it was a nasty rainy day. The wind was hitting the boys hard, as they slid into the muddy field, knocking their hard bodies into each other roughly. Jason got into an argument with Anthony, a big beefy Italian guy on the team. They started getting in each other's faces, sliding around on the wet field as they shoved at each other.
"JASON," I yelled. The whole team knew he was done for, when they heard my deep dark voice yelling his name. "Five miles," I said. When he looked a little disobedient, I continued, "Right now. Get your fuckin pansy ass around the field, you fuckin bitch". The player laughed, especially Anthony, as we all went in to change.
The other boys took their shower and changed. I looked at the clock, "The fucker still isn't done" I thought. I'd have to wait for him to get changed after his five miles. I started dozing off, noticing the rough smell of sweat pouring into my office from the locker room. I didn't move when I heard the door open, and Jason come in. He went to his locker in front of my office, and untied his pants slowly. I could hear the slow moving of his tired body. Then he stopped, as he moved further down, directly in front of my open door. I opened my eyes, in a slight daze viewing his pants falling down along his muscular fleshy strained legs, only about 2 feet from my face. He let his pants bunch up below his ass, and left them there, searching for a towel. His little ass stuck straight out, the way it would if my strong hand was wrapped around it.
I became bored, and fell asleep again as he showered. But I was paying attention once he came back to his locker, wrapped only in his towel. I looked at him cruelly, mad about waiting to leave for his little ass to change. He didn't go straight to his locker though, but instead came over to me.
"I'm sorry Coach Keller, I wasn't tryin to fight him," he said, waiting for my response. I simply nodded, waiting for him continue. "Well, I just wanted to let you know that," he said, his body turning revealing the outline of his body from the side, covered only in his down.
"I don't give a fuck," I said calmly, pulling open one of my drawers to find my keys. "I just can't have you fighting one of my players. I let you stay here, but we don't really need you". He didn't seem hurt as his stomach moved faster with his breathing.
"I wish I was better," he said taking a seat, close to mine. His towel was now tight around his muscular legs as he sat.
"But your still not. I think maybe it's time you stopped playing for the team," I said bringing my large strong hand above his knee. I began to feel up his tight thigh through the towel, as he leaned his body closer to me. "Now, get your little ass out of here," I told him, slapping him in the ass, as he left my office.
The next day of practice, he didn't initially show up. I went about practice as normal with my team, making them sweat, and get dirty. We came into the locker room for changing, and I saw Jason waiting for me. I went straight to my office, ignoring him until I was there. I sat my large body down at my desk and waited to see what he would say. He was more uncomfortable then I had ever seen him. He didn't say a word, but just walked in and sat across from me his head held down in thought.
"Close my door," I said pointing, my big hairy legs spread far apart. "And get the blinds, I said pointing to the window. He did as I said. Still standing he came over to me, placing his hand on my broad shoulder and hairy chest. I could tell he wanted my man cock bad. I threw him up against my desk, his ass facing me from inside his basketball short. I ripped them down his smooth ass cheeks, gripping them firmly. He had goose bumps along his soft tight skin. He was trying to see my manly face from behind him, but could only raise his head violently, as my smooth wet tongue entered his moist crack. He panted like a bitch, gritting his teeth, as Coach took what was his.
"You fuckin whore," I growled, digging my way into his hole. I began to rub my face sloppily along his sweet crack, the bridge of my nose against his taint. I was waiting to touch the hole. I sat back for a moment to view that beautiful tight pink pussy this boy had. I spit on his hole roughly, withdrawing my fat hard cock from my own pants, before ramming it inside him.
"ARgghh," he yelled out loudly, opening up his virgin cunt for me fully. I heard my football team playing around outside of my door, and heard them questioning the loud moaning of Jason. Then I had an idea.
I left my office door, carrying Jason still embedded on my long fat cock raw, and place him on bench across from the lockers. The boys started coming over making "what the fuck" faces to each other, as they watched their former teammate becoming my whore. I laughed myself, when I saw Anthony smiling down at the whore.
I kept up my fucking, my sweaty un-showered football players standing around until Anthony asked me for a go at it. I pulled out, his virgin cunt snapping shut as soon as my cock couldn't hold it open against its will. Anthony untied his padded football pants, removing his hairy fat cock from the side of his jock pouch. The beefy boy had a big hairy balls sac too. He lifted up his jersey as he spit roughly at Jason's butthole. Anthony large hairy body was forcing his legs open with each hard thrust against the boy's ass. I could smell my boys, still dirty from practice. I could tell Jason was a real whore, watching him spread for such a dirty sweaty dick. Soon, through his hard fucking he began to cum, slamming the ass even harder with each thrust of hot cum inside Jason. Jason was panting against Anthony's hairy fist as it wrapped around his head and held his hairy roughly. Anthony's sweaty huge balls tightened as he unloaded his massive seed. Then he was done, and pulled out without a word to the whore he just used.
"Have fun," he said to me, smiling jokingly as he headed to the showers. Jason was now spread raw, his pussy broken in, a massive load of cum fighting its way inside him. He looked wet as shit, his pussy completely smashed. Chris, another boy on the team, came in without asking. He shoved his meat inside the whore, his big falling in to the panting whore. Chris was a big muscular kid, and his meat looked long. He had a huge sac, but his balls were hairless, and tight against the base of his cock. His face was increasingly sweaty, each bead of man sweat falling on Jason's body with each blow of the cock inside his hole.
"Take it, Jason. Always knew you were a fuckin pervert," he said pulling his cock out, until only the head was inside, and then slamming his entire length back in, the entire weight of his heavy football player body providing the force behind it. Chris brought his hand over Jason face, holding it roughly as he implanted his load deep inside. He didn't keep thrusting but held his cock in to the very base, holding Jason's entire body still as he forced his way inside as far as he could go, letting out each spewing load from his cock in the deepest part of Jason's pussy, breeding him completely.
After 20 more minutes, eight more of my players had dumped their loads, leaving immediately after seeding the whore. Then, Jason who was now covered in the nasty sweat, cum, and hair of all those football players, looked up at me, offering his cunt up to my cock. Before I could get my dick wet again, load after load of cum spilled from his slutty cunt. It wasn't that he pushed it out, he just couldn't hold so much man seed inside his tight hole. I took hold of all the sticky cum and cunt juice and rubbed it along his face.
"Don't do that again," I told him.
(Preview to 2nd part)
I waited until the next day of practice, knowing that I would seed Jason's hole first. He didn't show up though. After practice, I saw Jason's father waiting in my office.