One Afternoon

From: Phil Good

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Scott was bushed. Practice had been a bitch. Coach must be on the rag
because all he could do was ream first one guy’s ass and then another until all
the guys felt as if they were douche bags. What the fuck was his problem,
Scott wondered.
Scott had sat his five five frame down and hadn’t moved since he had
stripped his uniform off. The stocky linebacker sat there in his jock, his
elbows on his knees, listening to his teammates undress, shower, dress, and
leave. Corey checked in on him to see if he was okay.
“Doin’ okay, babes?”
“Yeah, just fuckin’ tired. I’ll be okay. We still studying later at
your place?”
“For sure. Why don’t you come on for supper? I know Mom has enough to
feed the whole neighborhood.”
“Sure, why not? I will give the heads up to Dad and then I’ll be
there.”
The lockerroom was empty. Scott knew that if he was going to get to
Corey’s in time for supper he would have to get his ass in gear. He stood up,
scooted the jock off, and let his fuck monster free. No matter how tired the
boy was his cock always seemed to be half-hard and half wanting for someone to
pay attention to it. He began to soap up his furry chest and he let his soapy
hands run through his hairy armpits, the big bush around his cock, and into the
hairy crack of his ass. He let his fingers slip into his love channel. Damn,
what he wouldn’t give to have Corey’s big cock up his ass. Maybe tonight.
Scott was lost in thought, stroking his cock, when he suddenly sensed
someone else in the showerroom. He let go of his cock. He let his teenage
body be carressed by the hot water coming from the showerhead. Fuck, who just
entered the room?
Mr. Murphy had been coaching for ten years. He had been the keystone of
the Hawk-eye’s defense but wasn’t big enough to get drafted into the NFL. That
was okay with him. He really wanted to be around the younger guys in a high
school anyway. Gave him plenty of jerkoff fantasies. He had enjoyed every
minute of the fantasies but he felt deep in his soul that it was time to take
the next step. After what happened between his son’s friend Shannon and him
last weekend he was ready to initiate Scotty into the pleasure of having a
thick, long, man’s cock in his throat and up his ass.
Now, he was the only one in the lockerroom except for Scotty. He had
locked the doors, stripped off his coach’s shorts, socks, shoes, and polo shirt
and took his place right next to his favorite running back. He let the hot
water soak over his hairy body and through his jockstrap.
“Gave you a fuckin’ run for your money today, didn’t I boy?”
Scotty recognized the voice. “Yessir, Mr. Murphy. You wore me out.”
Mr. Murphy reached his hand over to Scotty’s half-hard cock and
encircled it. “Too tired to make your coach happy, boy?”
Scotty trembled with anticipation. He had wanted to have sex with the
coach since he first laid eyes on him. Now the sophomore’s cock rose to the
occassion. Within two strokes it was a steel tube in Mr. Murphy’s hand.
Scotty looked his coach straight in the eye and reached for his cock. The man
and boy stood there staring each other down and stroking each other’s cocks.
Mr. Murphy’s foreskin stretched back and Scotty’s well soaped up cock began to
tingle.
“So, coach; it is payback time.”
Coach Murphy let go of Scotty’s big cock and fell to his knees. With
Scotty’s hands behind his head Coach began to suck the boy’s cock. He slurped
all over it like the cockhound he is.
“Yo, son-of-a-bitch, get ready; I need to piss.”
Coach had never been interested in watersports so he tried to pull his
head off of Scotty’s cock. But Scotty wasn’t having any of it. He had to piss
and Coach was going to take it like the pussyboy he was. Coach tried to
protest but Scotty would have none of it. He began to let the hot, yellow
fluid loose into Coach’s unwilling mouth. Scotty even pulled it out from the
back of coach’s throat so Coach could taste the nectar of pre-cum mixed with
teenage piss.
“Oh, yeah, man. Take my piss. Better in your mouth than in your ass.”
After Scotty had unloaded his piss into coach’s mouth he stood the man
up and bent him over. He soaped up his hands and began to rub it all over
coach’s crack. He began to push his fingers, one at a time to loosen Coach up.
Coach fell to his knees, bent over, waiting for the teenager to ram his cock
into his tight but willing ass. Scotty knew that it would take an act of
Congress to keep him from doing what he did next.
Siezing the moment Scotty thrust his thick, teenage/man cock into his
coach’s tight ass. Coach began to yell. His voice echoed in the showerroom.
“No, Scotty! Don’t treat me this way. Oh, goddamn. It burns. You fuckin’
bastard.”
But the more coach complained the madder Scotty got. “You bastard.
You work us so fuckin’ hard we can’t see straight after practice. Now take my
cock up your ass. Shut-up asshole or you will get even more.”
Coach Murphy was not having any of it. His plan was to have the boy
suck his cock. He was straight for godssake. This wasn’t supposed to be
happening.
Scotty began to slap coach’s ass. “Take my big cock up your tight,
straight ass, Coach. This is for all of us who are too fuckin’ tired after
practice to do our homework.”
The pain turned to pleasure. Coach Murphy began to urge this boy on.
“Fuck me, big man. Fill my virgin hole with your cum. Fuck me deep and hard
you little bastard.”
Scotty didn’t have to be told twice. He did what his faggot bastard
coach was begging for. He fucked his tight ass. He even was so generous as to
reach around and stroke the man’s cock. They established a rhythm and kept it
up until Coach began to cry out.
“Goddamn boy. You are gonna make me cum.”
Scotty fucked his coach harder and deeper until his balls drew up and
his cock got thick and was throbbing. It wouldn’t be long until he filled the
perv’s ass with hot teenage cum.
“Take it, bitch. Take your fav boy’s cum up your straight, virgin ass!”
Coach Murphy couldn’t hold out any longer. He began to cum. His ass
muscles tightened around the boy’s thick cock. With that sensation Scotty felt
his cum boiling up out of his nuts.
Coach collapsed on his belly on the tile of the showerroom. As he fell
over Scotty’s spent cock pulled out of coach’s ass. Scotty stood over his
coach. His legs straddled his body. His feet were at the man’s hips. Scotty
let loose the after climax piss. He aimed his cock at the man’s head and let
the stream of piss make it’s way down the man’s back and onto his ass. Scotty
shook his cock and stepped back under the shower. He had an supper date to
keep.
Coach Murphy stood up. He stood under the shower head. “Don’t make
this the last time.”
“Fuck you coach.”