“It’s about fuckin’ time,” Coach spat as I left the locker room. He was in the weight room, leaning against a rack of dumbbells, his muscular arms propped behind his head. He looked hot as fuck in a sweaty t-shirt that clung to his beefy body. But what most excited me was that Coach’s shorts were unzipped, his white jockstrap peeking out beneath his hairy belly. Christ, I wanted him.
“You’re always the last one to leave after practice,” he admonished. “Ever occur to you that you’re holding me up? That maybe I’ve got some shit to do?”
“Sorry, Coach,” I apologized, staring at his open shorts. “But I see that the rumor is true.”
“What rumor?” he demanded, covering his package with one hand halfheartedly.
“That you rub out a load after practice every day,” I reported, “once the team has left.”
“I won’t deny it,” he smirked. “We work our asses off at practice, and all that adrenaline gets me horny as fuck. Used to be I’d go home and fuck my wife, but the lazy bitch won’t give up her cunt to me anymore.”
“You can use my cunt,” I offered brazenly. “I’ve got a tight hole.”
“The fuck?!” Coach barked. “I didn’t know that you’re a fag—I mean, a sissy boy.”
“You can say it—I’m a faggot,” I smiled devilishly. “And I’m not just a faggot. I’m a dirty faggot. You know what that means?”
“No,” Coach shook his head.
“It means that you can use my tight cunt any way you want,” I informed him. “You ever fuck a guy?”
“Yeah,” Coach confessed. “I played college football and we had a water boy who we passed around the locker room like he was a pocket pussy. I fucked his cunt many times.”
“Then fuck my cunt,” I repeated my offer.
“I dunno,” Coach hesitated, appraising me. “You’re practically jailbait.”
“I’m eighteen,” I corrected him assertively. “And though I might be young, I’ve had enough cock to know what I’m doing.”
“Is that right?” Coach raised an eyebrow. “You think maybe you can handle this?” he queried, pulling a hard nine incher out of his shorts.
“Fuck YES,” I drooled, dropping my athletic shorts, eager to get his big cock—and his warm load—inside me.
“Now hold up,” Coach raised his hand. “We gotta have a few ground rules first.”
“Sure thing,” I agreed eagerly.
“First off—if I’m gonna fuck you—nothing is to leave this room. You tell nobody, you understand me?”
“And second—you don’t talk to me when we fuck. I don’t want to hear your fuckin’ voice—complete silence. I need to forget that I’m fucking a dude. You’re just an available hole to me, you get me?”
“Good,” he nodded. “And lastly—I only fuck raw—no condoms. I’m not one of your usual teenage boy hookups. I’m a man. And when I fuck a hole, I intend to cum in it. Got it?”
“What’s a condom?” I shrugged in jest.
“Good answer,” he winked. “OK—enough of this chitchat. Strip down and get on all fours over there on that gym mat. I’ll be right back.”
I did as told, shedding my clothes and taking my place obediently on the gym mat, my ass raised in the air, ready to be mounted. I had a brief flash of panic when I realized I had no lube—a necessity when getting plugged by a cock as big as Coach’s. But I realized my worry was unfounded when Coach returned completely naked and carrying a tub of Vaseline.
“You ever get fucked with this stuff?” Coach asked, clawing two fingers into the goopy Vaseline and coating his cock with it.
“No,” I shook my head. “I’ve only ever been fucked with the usual shit like K-Y and Astroglide.”
“That stuff is for amateurs,” Coach laughed, making a fist and pumping his rock hard cock in and out of it, greasing his dick in preparation for my hole. “That oughta do it,” he winked, rubbing the excess Vaseline onto his hairy thigh.
“You ready for it?” he asked rhetorically as he got down on his knees behind me. I could feel his hands at the small of my back, holding me still as the rounded tip of his cock found my pink, puckered hole and began to—
“FUCK,” I screamed in white-hot pain as Coach impaled me with one, swift thrust, his balls mashed against my sphincter. His entire nine inches were inside me.
“Shut the fuck up and take it like a man,” Coach admonished, his right hand instantly on my mouth, silencing me. “I told you that I don’t want to fuckin’ hear your voice. You understand?”
“Uh-huh,” I nodded through his beefy hand.
“Good,” he smirked, removing his hand and returning it to the small of my back. “Now let’s have some fun.”
I’m not sure if I would use the word fun to describe the next few minutes. His cock hurt like fuck—easily the biggest I had ever taken. His girth was incredible. I had watched fisting porn before and that was what it felt like to me—like Coach had his entire arm inside of me.
My hole was stretched to the max as Coach fucked me relentlessly, seemingly taking out all his frustrations on my hole. He was using me. Abusing me. But once my sphincter finally gave up the fight and adjusted to his big dick, I was fucking loving it. Never before had I been fucked so hard, so deep. Instinctively, I began to rock my hips with his rhythm. A deep, hedonistic moan began to emanate from within me.
“I told you to shut the fuck up,” Coach admonished me, breaking me from my trance with a swift slap to my ass. “You’re not even here, remember?”
I nodded silently in assent as Coach continued his assault on my hole. Christ, the man knew how to fuck. His stamina was incredible. With my eyes rolling back into my head, I started to lose myself into a trance once more—my body succumbing to him. It was like having an out-of-body experience. I was no longer a person of living, breathing flesh. I had morphed into an inanimate vessel—a deep hole that existed solely for Coach’s pleasure. I had reached nirvana—only it wouldn’t last.
“FUCK, I’m gettin’ close,” Coach warned, snapping me back to reality once more. His sweaty body was slapping me hard—over and over again. I could feel his cock begin to swell within me. And then the floodgates opened—quite literally.
“FUCK—SHIT,” he grunted as his big cock exploded in my depths. The sensation was something like a firehose being shoved up my ass. I could feel every massive spurt as his balls emptied inside me.
Coach collapsed upon me, his cock still throbbing within me. I wanted him to stay like that forever, his sweaty, hairy body pressed against mine, his spent cock continuing to slowly deposit his seed in me. But alas, it was not meant to be.
“Get yourself dressed,” he barked as he pulled out of me, and audible eruption of air and cum escaping from my wrecked hole. “And clean up that mess.”
I dutifully obeyed, wiping up his cum from the gym mat with my boxer briefs, intending to sniff and lick the crusty remains that night while I jacked myself into oblivion.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Coach admonished, now fully dressed and dangling his keys. “I gotta lock up and get home to the wife.”
I rushed out the door as Coach locked up behind us. “Hey—wait,” he called out to me before I got to my car. “You did good in there tonight, boy. It ain’t easy to take a big cock like mine. You’ve got a sweet cunt.”
“Thanks,” I smiled, hoping our after-practice fuck session could become a regular thing.
“Listen,” Coach continued. “My wife’s goin’ up to Memphis this weekend to see her folks. I’m having a few buddies over for some beers and to watch the game while she’s away.”
“Oh yeah?” I smiled, an eyebrow raised, anticipating what he was suggesting.
“You think you might wanna come over?” Coach offered, adjusting his package. “Maybe bend over and take a few loads while we watch the game?”
“Your buds hung like you?” I taunted.
“We’re all packing,” he winked. “You’ll leave a happy boy.”
“You got a deal,” I smiled, my wrecked hole already twitching in anticipation.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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