The trip was part of a scouting tour for where I would eventually attend college. My mom or my stepdad were not able to go with me, so Coach Wells volunteered. As Coach Wells and my stepdad played football together, back in the day. The men were close. I did not want anyone to go with me. As I am grown. Not Coach Wells nor my stepdad or my mom but I was overruled. Three to one. I had just turned eighteen the day before this planned away trip. But the trip was wrought with difficulties from the get-go. Perhaps, it was a sign of something to come. I do not know. But like any good ball player, I rolled with the punches. Coach Wells had taught me that on the field. And my stepdad had done the same in life. Knocked down get back up. Learn from the difficulties.
“Which bed you want sport?” Coach Wells said as he tossed his overnight duffle bag onto the bed closest to the bathroom. I took the bed next to the door. I answered. He had already chosen. I knew then I would be tossing and turning all night, as the walkway outside the room seemed to be heavily trafficked. You could hear the people stomping by the window as we both sat on our beds propped up against pillows.
“You wanna go out sport? Or just stay in the room for the time we are here?. The flight is scheduled for only about seven hours from now. You need your rest. I do too.” Coach Wells said.
“I saw a fast-food joint down near the hotel’s entrance. I can get us some burgers for dinner. If you like.” I said. “My treat.”
“Well, if you are the one buying. Get me the biggest one on the menu.” Coach Wells joked as he said it. “I could eat a horse if I had too.”
I left and made my way down to the fast-food place. It was a long wait. As a bus full of overzealous teenaged cheerleaders pulled in when I had first walked into the parking lot. I rushed in as fast as I could but still managed to get behind a nest of these younger teenage girls. I had to listen to their giggles and be stared at by them while they ogled me. Not that I am bad to look at for being six foot one and broad shouldered. And an abundance of hair on my muscled chest. My tee shirt fit rather snug on me. I caught myself flexing and raking my fingers through my slightly longer blonde hair as they continue to stare at me.
“What’ll it be Mr. Hollywood?” Said the sarcastic sounding woman with the Manager name tag on her many food-stained shirt when I finally made it to the register to order.
I ordered what Coach Wells wanted and got me the same. I had to adjust the growing bulge in my basketball shorts as I got hard from all the admirers ogling me as I stood in the line in the restaurant. This got a few whoops from the girls, apparently, they know what men are packing at my age between our legs.
I opened the door to our room to find Coach Wells sprawled out on the bed atop the comforter. He was clad only in his black bikini briefs with one of his legs atop the other. His golden-brown hued skin was highlighted against the deep darkness of his snug black bikini briefs. There was no hiding what he had tucked within them. Coach Wells was no slouch in that department. And everyone knew on the football team, Coach Wells is quite the man. And the Coach.
“I heard a lot of laughter.” Coach Wells said. “What the hell was it?”
“A busload of cheerleaders arrived at the restaurant, when I did.”
“I take it you hammed it up for all of them little ladies.”
“I did my best, sir.” I answered him. “I did my best.”
“Good boy.” Coach Wells said. “Good boy.”
“I got you and me the same.”
“Let me give you the money that you paid for.”
“No, Coach, I told ya I’d get it. So, I did.”
I put the bag of burgers on the table near the window along with the two large sodas. Coach Wells slid out of bed and joined me at the table. Soon we were munching down the burgers like two beasts rampaging against a tiny European village. The burgers were devoured down in no time. Men do not play when there is food. And that hunger had been satiated. But another hunger had yet to be satisfied.
“Boy. You need to relax and get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a big day. I am glad we are not scheduled for our meeting until later in the day. No telling what may arise before we finally get there.” Coach Wells says.
“Maybe it is a sign, Coach. This may not be the best school for me.”
“No! No! Do not start on that line of bullshit! These are just some obstacles that must be overcome. Relax! Relax! Chill! Get yourself comfortable and get some sleep.” Coach Wells says as he once again assumes his spot atop of the comforter on his bed.
Coach fingers stealthily creep inside his black bikini briefs as he fondles his hidden dick inside them.
“Get comfortable now! And get you some rest! Relax!”
I pulled the tee over my head. And run my fingers through my abundance of sprouting chest hair. Freeing up the tangled blonde curls on my chest. And then I yank down my shorts. My shoes were kicked off when I trudged into the room. I am not a fan of having my feet in shoes.
“You sure ain’t the boy I met when you were ten years old.” Coach Wells says. “You sure have grown up. Quite well, I might add.”
“Thanks, Coach.”
“But those tighty-whities are not appealing for such a young hot man as yourself. You need to wear something like these bikini briefs, like me. And black especially. As black is a strong color for a man to be wearing.”
“I don’t know Coach.” I say. “I like’em. I do. But I’ve always worn these white cotton briefs.”
Coach stands in the area between his bed and mine and skims down the black bikini briefs he is wearing and tosses them to me. It leaves him standing in all his naked glory in front of me. He casually runs his fingers through his dense dark pubes while giving himself a gentle stroke and tug on his visible cock.
“Try these on. And takes those repulsive things off. I never ever have liked them. I see to many of them in the locker room. I hate them. They need to be done away with.”
I yank down my white cotton briefs. I am standing in all my naked self just like Coach Wells. I automatically go to my own pubes and loosen my cock from the wiry blonde curls that are clinging to it.
“Looking good, son. You have turned into quite the man.” Coach says as I watch himself stroke his cock a few more turns. “Now try these on. Maybe I can convert you. I am sure you’ll like them better.”
I step into his black bikini briefs. They fit me like a snug glove. I can feel the warmth from them. As only a few seconds ago they were snug against Coach Wells’ balls and cradling his cock within them. This thought springs my cock into its full erection. It peeks over the waistband nesting into the dense blonde treasure trail that comes down from my bellybutton to my pubes.
“Your cock seems to like them.” Coach says as he eyes me. He is as hard as me. His cock exploding from the denseness of his wiry black curly pubes around his cock.
“Yeah, Coach.” I say, joyfully. “I think I do.”
My hand snakes into the bikini briefs to cup my balls and massage my cock within it. I can even feel the beginnings of my youthful juice leaking from my piss-slit.
“Did you bust a nut today, boy?” Coach Wells asks me. “When I was your age. I did it almost every hour. I could not help myself. And when I was not doing that, I was dropping my load in any deep dark hole I could. And I had done it heaps of times by your age. Have you been doing that? I hope.”
“Fucking?”
“Yeah, I am talking about fucking. Have you been doing any of that?” Coach Wells asks. “Tell me you have with that sweet cock of yours.”
“I am still a virgin.” I hesitate. The words barely roll off the end of my tongue, as I wish I did not want to have to say them aloud. Especially to him. To Coach Wells.
“No, the fuck, you cannot be. Any red-blooded young American male, like you, cannot be a virgin at your age.” Coach Wells blurts out. “It just cannot be so. We’ll have to remedy that dire situation. What kind of mentor would I be if I did not help you become a proper man? A man who knows how to fuck.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now take those off. They ain’t doing too much to contain that monster between your legs..”
I slip them off and leave them on the floor. Once I am done, I climb into bed. Naked.
“What are you doin’ boy? I handed you my briefs, I expect you to give them back to me like I gave them to you.”
I climbed out of the bed like I had gotten into it. In the process my ass is stuck up high in the air. My crack was clearly visible for Coach Wells to see.
“You got one hairy of an ass crack for such a young buck of a boy.” Coach Wells proclaims once I walk over to him. My cock flapping about on my groin causing all kinds of ruckus in the room as Coach Wells appears to lick his lips. “You are a beautiful young man.”
Coach Wells pats his hand on the bed as he takes the black bikini briefs from my hand and then takes a hefty whiff of them, breathing in our combined aroma from the used bikini briefs.
“Lay down beside me.”
I do. Our cocks ramrod hard between our two hairy and muscled thighs.
“Can I touch you?” Coach asks.
“Sure.”
Coach Wells’ hand feels rough. Manly. As they are calloused from his work. He rubs his fingers across my cockhead, smearing the juice that is flowing like thick cream from my tiny pee-hole.
“You are steely-hard, son.”
“Yes, sir.” I manage to mumble as he squeezes me tightly within his grip, moving from my cockhead to my shaft. My cock is brightly blood red, I swear I can hear the blood flowing through its many veiny surface.
“And you say you have never fucked.”
“I haven’t, sir.” I say as he continues to squeeze me. And squeeze me. “I haven’t.”
“That’s a shame. A real fucking shame.” Coach says. “Perhaps we can remedy that.”
“And maybe I can help.” It is a voice I recognize. My stepdad. He has stepped out of the bathroom. Naked. His cock hard and throbbing amid his deep auburn curls wrapped around it.
“When did you get here?” I say shocked as Coach clutches me in his grip. But not letting go. Still squeezing me tighter and tighter within his fingers. I cannot help but stare at the hard-on between his legs. And that he is leaking too.
“While you were at the fast-food place. I just was waiting for the perfect opportunity to make myself known to you.” He says as his fingers wrap themselves around his hard-on. “And it finally did. Now.”
“Oh!” I sigh loudly. I cannot take my eyes off his nakedness. I just realized what a handsome man he is. I stand up and step away from Coach, reluctantly he released me from his fingers to get nearer to my stepdad.
“You are still a virgin. I heard. Is that right?” My stepdad asks as he smears his leaking cream atop his bulbous cockhead. And rakes his fingers across my chest as I am standing near him, now. “You are going to be quite hairy.”
“Yeah. It’s true. I have never fucked. I am still a virgin.”
“Perhaps I can help change that.” He says as he turns and presents his ginger-hued hairy ass towards me. In my direction. “You can plug my hole with that monster. Are you game?”
I do not know what to say. But my cock does not lose any of its hardness. I think I have grown thicker and harder. At the notion.
“His cock likes your proposition.” Coach says in response to his friend. My stepdad. “So, what’ll it be stud. Will you take your stepdaddy up on his offer? Plug that tight and little beautiful hole of his. I can tell you; he has one sweet tight little ass. I have fucked him, so many times.”
“You’ve fucked him?” I ask.
“Many. Many times.” Coach Wells answers. “Haven’t I?”
My stepdad nodded his head in agreement with Coach’s words.
“C’mon, boy. Fuck me!”
“But first lets get that cock of yours lubed up.” Coach says as he grabs a bottle of lube from underneath his pillow. It was hidden from me. He walks the short distance to me and gobs me down with the slippery stuff. While he does it. He squeezes me like he had been doing, earlier. “You are warm, boy. Real warm.”
“I am horny.” I say. “I am so fucking horny.”
“Enjoy it. Its what makes you a man.” Coach says. “Well, that, and that cock of yours.”
“Coach is right.” My stepdad says. “Don’t forget to lube my hole, Wells.”
Coach Wells squirts a gob of lube on my stepdad’s hairy ginger-haired hole, poking his finger in, causing him to gasp as its rapid but tender insertion happens.
“I want that cock, boy.” My stepdad says with a lot of anticipation in his voice. “Give me all of it.”
I rake my enflamed cockhead against my stepdad’s hole. I drip a bit of my juice from my piss-slit, adding more slickness to my entry. I had seen it done in a porn flick that I had been jacking-off too. More than once.
“Don’t tease me, boy.” My stepdad pipes in.
“It is what I saw done on a video.”
“This is not a porno, give me that cock, boy!” My stepdad demands.
“You heard your stepdad, poke that cock of yours all the way in.” Coach Wells says. “Fuck him!”
I shove my cock in. Burying it all the way to the hilt.
“Uhh!” Stepdad belts out as he is filled. Repeatedly with my cock. “Oh, yeah!”
“What are you doing, Coach?” I ask as the Coach gets off the bed where he had been watching me pummel my stepdad with my hard seven inches.
“I wanna see this from behind.” Coach Wells says as he strokes his cock while he stands near me and my stepdad. “You have one hell of a hairy ass. I noticed how much in the locker room when you stripped. And earlier.”
“It is nice.” My stepdad says between his gulps as he continues to take all of me into his deep hole.
Coach Wells takes his longest digit into his mouth and removes it, leaving a trail of spittle from his mouth to his outstretched finger.
“What are you doin,’ Coach?” I ask.
“This!” Coach says as he gently slides his finger into my ass. And pumps it like I am fucking my stepdad.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I yell out as he does this while I simultaneously explode my pent-up seed into my stepdad’s ass.
“Give it to me, boy! Give it to me!” My stepdad proclaims as I empty my balls into him.
I collapsed atop my stepdad. Spent. “Whoa! Whoa!”
I huff and puff as I feel like I have jogged for fifteen miles and am having to stop to take a breath.
“I came to quick!” I belt out. “Sorry! Sorry!”
“Boy, you are a young man, cumming quick is expected.” Coach Wells explains. “You’ll be ready again in no time.”
“Don’t worry ‘bout it, Son.” My stepdad says. “Like the Coach says, it is expected ‘cause you are young, but you can get off ‘nother load in quick time. Like he said. I am glad I got that first load and broke that virgin cherry of yours.”
“Now let a man show you how it is done. You ready for me, Brother?” Coach Wells asks my stepdad.
“Fuck yeah! Make me cum, Bro!” My stepdad says to Coach Wells.
“Pull out and let me show you how it is done.”
I slowly pull my cock out of my stepdad’s hole. Once I am free a dripple of my seed leaks from my stepdad’s hole onto the carpet.
“You sure do cum a-lot, Boy! Good! It’ll make my fucking of your ole stepdad’s hole much easier.” Coach says. “Go ‘round an let him clean that cock off. Let him taste his ass on that sweet young cock of yours.”
“What?”
“You heard Coach, c’mere boy, let me clean that cock.” My stepdad orders.
I make my way around to where his mouth is. Before I can relent, he has swallowed me down to my pubes. His nose is buried deep into my blonde mop of a bush. As I watch my stepdad swallow me, I glance to Coach as he sticks his cock at the entrance to my stepdad’s hole. He teases his dark hued cock at my stepdaddy’s hole. Rubbing it over his hairy entrance. I can see my cum coating his cock’s many inches. And then suddenly, he rams himself all the way in. As he did this, I could feel my stepdad tighten his mouth onto my cock. Soon the squishy wet sounds of my cum is heard lubing up Coach’s hard rhythmic thrust into my stepdad’s ass.
“Fuck! Fuck!” Coach exalts as he gets more forceful with each of his thrust. “I do love this hole of yours, Brother. You are the only man who can take my whole thick nine inches.”
Coach Wells has one of the thickest cocks I have ever seen. And the longest. All the guys on the team admire him. Some of them get close to his thickness but not anywhere near his length. To say many of the guys on the team are envious of Coach Wells’ cock is selling their sentiment, low, they wish the Coach’s cock could be theirs. They would sell their soul to the devil to have what he has. But I am the first of the players to see Coach Wells using his marvelous cock to fuck someone. (I believe.) We, the players, had imagined he would get plenty of use out of it, but I never figured my stepdad would be one of the fortunate recipients. I do not think I’ll share any of this with them.
“Watch what the Coach is doing, my son. He is fucking me, how a man should fuck.” My stepdad says to me when he had lifted his mouth off my still-hard cock to offer up this little piece of step-fatherly advice.
Stepdad sighs and moans as Coach Wells continues his ramrod plunging into my stepdad’s loosened hole. The sounds echoing off the four walls of this rented room.
“See boy, how I shove my cock all the way in. And then ram it once I buried. And then I pull my cock almost all the way out.” Coach Wells says. “See how I am doing it?”
“Yes. Yes, sir.” I moan as stepdad takes my cock all the way down to my sunshine blonde curls of my pubes.
“Just imagine your stepdad’s mouth is his deep dark hole. Grab his head and force him further down. Make him gag on your hard meat.” Coach Wells explains. “Do it. Do what I say.”
I do. And I hold my stepdad’s head.
“Face fuck him, boy. Show him you are in charge of him. You are his boss. You the man. Let him know you are the man in charge of him. Do it.”
I do what Coach says. Stepdad gags and sucks on me harder. Drawer the newly formed cum up into my balls.
“Face-fuck him, harder boy! Show’em you mean it.” Coach Wells says.
I ram my cock harder and harder in my stepdad’s mouth. While Coach does the same to his ginger-haired ass.
“I am gonna cum again!” I shouted.
“Me too!” Coach shouts.
We explode at the same time. I can feel my seed going down his throat and I know what Coach Wells is feeling as he empties his balls into stepdad’s ass. And then Stepdad begins to buck, like he is some bull at a rodeo. He is dumping his seed.
Soon we are all spent. Empty of the seed that had once filled our balls.
Not the end…
