It had been a few days since Derek had gotten worked over by Ethan, Conner and the others and his ass had finally stopped hurting. However, despite his ass being momentarily out of commission, he had dutifully kept his promise, appearing at Ethan and Conner’s door every morning before practice to polish them both off and swallow their loads before they had to be out the door for morning drills. The first two days it had just been Ethan and Conner, then on the third day Jordan had joined, then yesterday Jordan had brought Kevin Salcedo, another freshman, who was so nervous he came in under a minute of Derek sucking him off. This morning just Blake had joined. He had so vigorously fucked Derek’s throat that he felt like he might lose his voice. Just the thought of it made Derek’s cock throb against the tight fabric of his jean shorts. He was still hard as the boys wrapped up the last of their conditioning drills and headed for the showers before dinner. Derek was achingly horny, and was making plans to surreptitiously propose another round with Ethan and Conner that evening at dinner. He was lost in thought picturing them pinning him down and spit-roasting him as he collected the orange cones from the agility drills off the field, when suddenly his reverie was broken by the deep, gravelly voice of Coach Brauer.
“Walker! You got a minute?”
Derek jumped, wheeling around to see the coach standing on the sidelines about five feet behind him. Coach Brauer was handsome in a rough hewn, unpolished kind of way. He was about 5’10 and sturdily built, with the muscular arms and solid chest of someone who had clearly been an athlete in his youth. Only the slight paunch of his belly and the salt-and-pepper colouring of his previously jet black beard and hair betrayed his recent transition into middle age.
“Sure coach, just let me finish packing up the equipment,” Derek called back as he continued collecting the cones.
“That’s fine, just leave it, this will only take a minute. Follow me.”
Something in the coach’s voice felt off, leaving Derek worried as he followed the coach to the equipment room under the bleachers. Coach Brauer flipped the switch, and the fluorescent track lighting in the windowless cement room flicked on. Derek set the orange cones he was carrying down on the shelf as Coach leaned against the green metal door at the entrance, staring at Derek with an inscrutable look on his face. He fiddled with the gold wedding ring on his large hand, twirling it, his hairy forearm flexing as he did.
Suddenly nervous, Derek felt himself blush as he asked, “Everything alright, coach?”
Coach Brauer’s eyes narrowed, and he inhaled sharply. “How are you liking the camp so far?” he asked, seemingly ignoring Derek’s question.
“I— um— well it’s great so far,” Derek said, chuckling nervously, “all the guys are super nice and it’s nice to get paid to spend the summer outdoors.”
“That’s good to hear,” Coach Brauer responded, though his tone communicated something else. He sighed quietly and continued, “Listen Walker, I just wanted to talk to you briefly because I overheard some of the boys talking and— um—”
Derek’s heart dropped, he gulped nervously, watching the coach search for the right words to continue.
“— I overheard some of the boys talking about some… activities… that have been going on in the dorms and I wanted to hear your side of the story before I did anything about it.”
A cold sweat broke out across Derek’s forehead. He stumbled as he searched for a response, “I… I... uh… don’t know what you’re— uh— referring to coach. What were they talking about?”
Coach Brauer’s eyes narrowed, “You know, Walker, you’re not a very good liar,” he responded.
Derek’s heart was racing, and he felt like he might throw up. “Swear to god, coach, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Derek feigned a bemused shrug.
“Come on, Walker, just spill the beans, you’d be terrible at poker…”
Derek’s mind was racing, he hesitated before he spoke again, wondering how much of what had gone on the coach was aware of. He decided to start out vague, maybe the coach had only heard some rumours. “Yeah— so me and some of the guys have just been uh— fooling around a bit after dinner to blow off steam, you know how guys are…”
Coach Brauer smirked, “From what I heard there’s been a lot more than ‘fooling around’ going on…”
A bead of sweat rolled down Derek’s forehead as he blushed, “Well, what did you hear then?”
There was a charged moment of silence as the coach looked at the young man, a devilish smirk broke on his face momentarily, “I’ve heard you’ve been sucking off half the team like some Bangkok ladyboy for the past week.”
Derek blushed even more intensely, stuttering “No— that’s not true I— um well I—”
Derek breathed deeply for a moment, and decided it was time to face the music. “I’m sorry coach, honestly, I really need this job and if you want I’ll tell the guys that—”
“How badly do you need this job?” the coach inquired, his voice breathy. There was a mischievous look in his eyes.
Derek, flustered, asked, “Sorry what?”
Coach Brauer stood up from the wall and leaned closer towards Derek, “I asked how badly you need this job…”
“Super badly, if I don’t get my work hours here I won’t be able to get the reduction on my tuition and—” it was in this moment, as Derek frantically pled his case that he looked down and saw the bulge of the coach’s erection straining against the synthetic fabric of his shorts. The recognition clicked, and he looked back up to meet Coach Brauer’s eyes. The coach had caught him looking.
“Sounds like you’d be willing to anything to keep this job then?” he asked, almost menacingly.
Derek’s own cock was almost instantly hard. His face burned with shame and lust. “Yes coach… anything…”
“Ok, Walker” Coach Brauer responded, with one heavy eyebrow cocked, “get naked for me.”
“Coach, I—” Derek sputtered in response.
“That’s an order, Walker” Coach Brauer cut him off in response.
Face hot, cock throbbing, Derek complied, first kicking off his shoes, then taking off his shirt, then after a deep breath sliding down his jean shorts, revealing his rock hard cock straining against his briefs. The sight made Coach Brauer smirk.
“Underwear too, Walker,” he commanded.
Derek slid his briefs down to his ankles, letting his hard, 5” cut cock bounce out, standing straight at attention.
“You’ve got a pretty nice piece on you, Walker” the coach chuckled, “nothing extraordinary but still, not bad…”
Derek face was hot as his body flooded with a cocktail of shame and arousal. Coach Brauer circled him menacingly.
“You’ve got a cute little ass too,” he said with a mischievous smile.
“Thanks, coach…” Derek said nervously.
Coach Brauer had ceased his circling and was now standing in front of Derek, face-to-face, his own hard cock straining against his shorts, a little dark circle of pre-cum visible in the blue material.
“So Walker, here’s the deal, I’m here all summer while my wife is staying at her parents’ place down the shore with our baby girl. I’ve been trying to get her to do the phone sex thing but she doesn’t really seem into it, and I am ready to fucking burst. So I will turn a blind eye to you and those boys turning that dorm into a fucking P-Town bathhouse if you agree to occasionally help me, what was the phrase you used? Oh yeah, if you help me blow off some steam. How does that sound to you?”
Derek was a combination of nervous and giddy, and nodded quickly saying, “Sure, coach, I think we can make that work”
“Alright then,” Coach Brauer responded, “then why don’t you stop stealing glances at my cock and get down there and suck it instead?”
Throbbing with excitement, Derek complied. He kneeled down onto the cool linoleum of the equipment room floor and pulled at the waistband of Coach Brauer’s blue gym shorts, letting his meaty, 7” uncut cock, framed by a thick but manicured black bush, flop out. Without another word Derek sprung into action, first working the foreskin and head with his tongue while he cupped Coach Brauer’s balls, causing the older man’s knees to momentarily buckle. He continued this for a while, working the shaft with his right hand as he went before he pulled away momentarily to take a breath. He then, in one fell swoop, slid his mouth all the way down to the hilt of Coach Brauer’s thick cock, his nose pressed against the coach’s pubic bone.
“Jesus fucking christ, kid…” the coach moaned. He grabbed Derek by the ears and began thrusting his cock furiously down his throat, his pubes scratching the tip of Derek’s nose as he pounded his mouth.
The throat fucking continued for another couple minutes before the coach pulled his cock, glistening with Derek’s saliva, out of his mouth.
“Stand up,” he commanded, and Derek complied. He led Derek over to the row of metal shelving against the wall and bent him over, his torso resting on a middle shelf perpendicular to his legs. Coach then kneeled behind him and spread his cheeks apart with his massive hands.
“Damn you’ve got a pretty little pink hole, too…” Coach growled, spitting on it before sliding one of his thick fingers into Derek’s tight ass.
“Th-thanks, Coach…” Derek stuttered, a drop of pre-cum leaking out of his hard cock.
Coach Brauer pulled out his finger and sniffed it. “You little slut,” he chuckled, “you cleaned out today didn’t you?”
“Yes, coach…” Derek admitted.
Derek jumped as he felt Coach Brauer bury his face in between his asscheeks, his thick, wiry beard scratching against his cheeks as he wriggled his hot, wet tongue against Derek’s hole. He let out an involuntary moan as his cock throbbed and leaked more pre-cum. After a couple minutes of rimming Coach Brauer stood up and pressed his cock in between Derek’s ass cheeks, grinding the shaft back forth against his hole with a thrust of his hips.
“So if you cleaned yourself out, that mean you were gonna let the boys pop your cherry tonight?” The coach growled.
“I already let them fuck me, coach, a couple days ago…” Derek admitted.
“No shit, who?” Coach Brauer chuckled.
“Ethan, Conner, Seth, Blake and Jordan, sir…” Derek said, his voice slightly moaning.
“Oh shit, you took Nicholls’ fat, black hog up the ass? Then this should be an absolute breeze for you…” he laughed, pausing for a moment as he teased Derek’s hole, “you like how getting fucked with a big cock like that felt?”
Derek was blushing again, “Yes coach, I did, it made me cum so hard it hit my face”
Coach Brauer chuckled again, pressing the tip of his cock against Derek’s hole, “Damn boy you are just one little fucking whore aren’t you?”
Derek’s cock throbbed, “Yes, coach…”
“Say it, say ‘I’m a little whore’…” Coach Brauer continued, spitting on the tip of his dick before continuing to tease Derek’s hole.
“I’m a little whore, coach…” Derek moaned, rocking his hips back to press against Coach Brauer’s cock. Derek felt the coach’s massive hands grip his waist as he slowly slide him back onto his cock. With just spit and pre-cum for lube it was a little rough at first, but after a moment Derek felt his hole open and Coach Brauer slid all the way to the hilt, his pubes tickling Derek’s ass. Both men moaned.
“Glad to see Nicholls didn’t ruin you permanently, you’re still fucking tight…” the coach moaned as he gently began to thrust, his meaty cock sliding against Derek’s prostate. He picked up the pace, removing his hands from Derek’s waist and reaching up to fishhook three fingers from either hand into Derek’s mouth, spreading it open as he pounded him from behind, his wedding ring clacking against Derek’s bottom teeth with every thrust. Derek’s eyes rolled back in his head as the thrusting continued. Coach then pulled Derek’s torso up off the shelf and back against him, hooking an arm around his neck as he stuck a tongue in Derek’s ear. The sensation of his belly and thick hairy pecs against his back and shoulder blades made Derek shudder with arousal.
“You like that cock, Walker?” the coach said, panting.
“Yes coach, I love it…” Derek moaned in response. In that moment something took over Derek and before he even thought about it he blurted out, “does your wife ever let you fuck her in the ass like this?”
Coach Brauer stopped momentarily, “What the fuck did you just say to me?”
Feeling the bravery swell in his chest Derek repeated himself, “Does your wife ever let you fuck her in the ass like this?”
Coach Brauer grabbed him by the face and pressed his own face into his ear, his breath hot, he growled, “Don’t talk about my wife, you little cum dumpster…”
Feeling even more mischievous, Derek continued, “I bet my hole’s tighter than hers…”
“Oh you little faggot…” Coach Brauer hissed, pulling out and slamming Derek’s face back down into the shelf. With Derek bent over, Coach Brauer began furiously spanking him. Each blow made Derek’s cock leak more. When his ass was good and raw, Coach Brauer violently slid his cock back into Derek’s hole. Derek let out a sharp moan.
“Yes coach, I’m a dirty little faggot…” Derek moaned as Coach Brauer began pounding him even more furiously.
Both men poured sweat as the jackhammering continued.
“Does the dirty little faggot want a hot load in his ass?” Coach Brauer said, mockingly.
“Yes please coach, I want you to cum in my tight little faggot ass…” Derek moaned.
Coach Brauer leaned forward to pull Derek’s head back by his hair, wrapping one of his massive hands around Derek’s windpipe he began to squeeze. Stars exploded across Derek’s field of vision and he began to feel lightheaded as the rhythm of the Coach’s thrusts increased. The sensation of being choked as the older man pounded his hole was too much, and Derek, legs beginning to shake involuntarily, was wracked with waves of pleasure as he came, shooting a hot, pearly load out of his dick onto the shelf below. Feeling Derek’s sphincter tighten around his cock as he came, Coach Brauer let out a guttural moan himself and shot his warm load up Derek’s hole. He bent over, putting his chest on Derek’s back and letting his weight drop. Both men stayed in that position for a moment. Then after he caught his breath, Coach Brauer pulled out, stood up and began to get dressed quickly, heading for the door, leaving Derek still bent over the shelf with his cheeks crimson red, hole gaped and a hot creamy load of the coach’s jizz dribbling down his leg.
“Well done, Walker,” the coach called back from the door, “now clean yourself up and finish getting the rest of that equipment off the field, dinner’s in thirty!”
And with that, the door swung closed and Derek, still in a daze from the earth-shattering orgasm he had just had, took a moment to collect himself, before he began picking his clothes up off the floor and getting dressed.
