Aaron was honored when he was given box seats to the big football game. He even brought the boys: Jake, Sami, Anthony. He wasn’t really sure why the coach of the team had singled him out. They’d met at the gym. The coach was certainly big, probably around 250, in his late 40s or early 50s, devastatingly handsome, with salt and pepper hair and a well trimmed mustache. He wore short shorts and a tight t-shirt to train, and the veins in his arms nearly burst when he got his biceps pumped. He asked Aaron to spot him, then put the moves on him. It wasn’t long before Aaron was in his favorite bathroom stall, giving coach the best head in the world. The coach forced Aaron to take his entire enormous cock in, to the base, and pumped a vast load down his throat, before slapping his face hard. It was perfect.
So why’d he invite him here? They were enjoying the free drinks and food, and watching the hot football players tackle each other was certainly fun. While his roommates watched the game, Aaron made sure that they each had their cocks taken care of. Before they knew to ask, he’d gotten a load out of each one of them and licked it down to the last drop. Aaron didn’t follow football, but he knew this was a big game, important for their season. They seemed to be winning.
About midway through, an attendant came, with a letter for Aaron. It instructed him to go to the locker room when the game was done, that he’d be expected. It also said that his friends could enjoy the private team afterparty at a master suite at the city’s finest hotel, with drinks and drugs and a full penthouse pool, all courtesy of the team. Aaron showed them the note. What was this all about?
The boys all spanked his ass and wished him luck, and told him to join them at the hotel when he was out, that they were inviting half the guys from the gym over for an orgy there.
An attendant was waiting for him at game’s end. The team had won, and the crowd was rejoicing. Aaron had tried to dress festive — he had on a mesh jersey, through which his nipples popped out, and which showed off his protruding abs. He wore short jersey shorts, and a thick blue jockstrap under them. To be extra sporty, he had on high socks and a backwards hat. The attendant led him down a long hallway and to the locker room door. He knocked, opened it, and gestured Aaron in.
Aaron sheepishly entered to see a wild scene in motion, like something out of a party at his house. Twelve stacked men, in all manner of undress, popping champagne, whipping towels, sweaty and jubilant, along with another dozen assistant coaches and buddies, all built like minivans. And then there was coach himself, riding high and looking amazing. He grabbed Aaron and gave him a big hug, squeezing his ass.
“Can you believe it?” he said, “we’re going to the super bowl!” Aaron couldn’t believe it. The men all cheered. He grabbed Aaron close. “You like your seats?”
Aaron nodded. “It was very nice of you, coach.”
“And your friends are happy?” Aaron nodded. “Good. I thought you could help me with something tonight.”
“I’ll do my best, if I can,” he smiled, his perfect white teeth and square jaw expanding.
“I know you will. You see, these boys have been training hard and they need a break. I wanted to give them something to celebrate their hard work, and let them blow off a little steam.” Aaron nodded, but he didn’t quite follow. The coach got it.
“That’s you, son. I want them to pass you around tonight. You alright with that?” Now Aaron got it, and he couldn’t have been happier. He was already rock hard, with the coach’s fingers digging into his asshole.
“Of course!” The coach grinned. “But coach, what would have happened if they’d lost?”
“Same thing,” coach said. “We’d have used you to boost team morale. It’s good to give them something to share.”
“I love getting shared,” Aaron said.
“I’ve heard. I’ve heard some wild stories about you,” the coach said. “I heard you’ve taken 30 loads in a day. That true?”
“Which time? Last Saturday it was 40,” Aaron blushed. “Good,” the coach said. “I’ll get the boys.”
The coach blew his whistle, and all the men gathered around. Some were in towels, some were fully naked, but they were beasts. Massive, tattooed bodies, giant dicks swinging, and abundant pheromones. There was a heat in the room, and all eyes were suddenly on Aaron.
“Now boys,” the coach said, his hand on Aaron’s steroidal, freakish traps. “You can see that I got one hell of a hard-on, and that’s all cuz of this whore right here. His name’s Aaron, and he’s going to be your reward tonight. Each and every one of you is invited to celebrate on him. Do whatever you like with him. He’ll love it. Won’t you Aaron?”
“Oh yes,” Aaron grinned, blushing in front of all these men. “Just make sure to put your loads in my ass or in my mouth or on my face or tits. That’s my only request.”
Now the coach was behind Aaron, pulling his jersey off. Aaron could feel that twelve inch cock pressing onto him. The coach hand his hands on Aaron’s tits. “See this body? How much you weight, Aaron?”
“300 pounds,” Aaron said. The men whistled and whooped. He could see them grabbing their meat, huge dicks filling up. They were biting their lips, ready to devour him.
“So boys, he looks like he can take a few rounds, don’t he? Let’s give it to him.”
The coach led Aaron to a bench, and bent him over. From here, it all moved in perfect procession. The coach brought his mustached lips to Aaron’s ass, kissing it and digging his tongue in. The other guys, meanwhile, took no time gathering around, cheering and laughing, high-fiving and beating their meat. A massive dick immediately went down Aaron’s mouth, and he felt hands all over his wide back, fondling him and grabbing him.
The coach was now mounting Aaron, pounding him mercilessly. It was heaven. “See, boys,” the coach said, panting as he fucked him with all his might, “I made sure to get you a bitch who can take all your weight. You can pile on top of him and his back won’t break, isn’t that right, Aaron?”
Aaron tried to say yes, but with a huge dick in his mouth, it came out as a muffle. “I’m going to fuck a load into him, then you boys can handle his ass. I’ll come around to his mouth in a minute.”
When the coach came, he collapsed on top of Aaron. Fortunately, Aaron was a pro at this. With his thighs, and his back, and his arms, he could carry a mountain. The player in his mouth, watching the coach, also came, gripping Aaron’s hair as he pumped a blast into his mouth, filling it up. Aaron was in ecstasy, his jockstrap barely containing his rigid hard-on.
He couldn’t say how long it went on, but he never wanted it to end. They each got a turn, all 20 or so of them, when he was on all fours on the bench. Then, they turned him over on his back, so he could see them all, stroking themselves as they took turns. They were laughing and having a good time. He could tell he was making them happy. Everyone got a second turn, in a different hole than the time before. His lips were dripping in cum.
For the third round, the coach asked that they cum on him, on his tits, all together, to celebrate, and mark their triumph. It didn’t take long. And this time, Aaron was allowed to jerk himself off. As 20 loads fired on him, drenching his tits and abs and thighs and especially his face, he unleashed his own, his body melting in pure bliss. One of the boys poured champagne on him and they all drank from it.
A few of them helped Aaron up, his legs like jelly. “Let’s get him cleaned up,” coach said, “and then we’re off to the afterparty!” He kissed Aaron. “You want to join us?”
“Of course!” Aaron said. “Tell them to invite their friends, I’m just getting started!”
