The final two weeks of the camp seemed to be flying by after Derek’s rough session with Blake. He continued his morning visits to Ethan and Conner’s room, servicing whoever he found there. It seemed like the rumours had gotten around to the rest of the team as he observed open discussion of the morning oral sessions by the various participants, including in front of Coach Brauer. In addition to his morning sessions with the boys, Derek had also been making occasional nighttime visits to the Coach’s room, where the older man would usually lay back against the headboard with his hands locked behind his head and let Derek service him orally until he pumped a hot, salty load down his throat. Derek wished the camp could go on forever but alas, there was only a couple days left before the team would pack up and leave to enjoy the rest of their summer vacation before the school year, and rugby season, started up again in September.
It was at that Friday morning practice, just before everyone departed on Sunday, that Coach Brauer pulled Derek aside and asked him to clean himself out and meet the older man in the locker room after dinner for a surprise. Derek’s cock stiffened just thinking about it.
Coach Brauer pressed what felt like a ball of fabric into Derek’s palm, “Oh and, special request, wear these…”
Derek looked down at his hand, a pair of lacy, red women’s panties unfurled in them. His face felt hot as he blushed, looking up at Coach Brauer’s mischievous grin. The rest of the day meandered by, with Derek’s mind racing about what the coach had in store for him that evening. As the boys departed from the dorms to the dining hall for dinner, Derek stayed behind, cleaning himself out, showering, shaving his hole and sliding the lacy red panties on. He was already hard, and their silky fabric could barely contain his erection.
After dinner he made his way down, across the quad and towards the gym. His heart was pounding, and he was already beginning to soak the crotch of the lacy panties with pre-cum. He made his way into the darkened gym facility, the motion sensors flicking the fluorescent lights overhead on as he walked down the hallway towards the locker room door. There was a yellow sticky note stuck to it, with simple instructions on it, “Strip.”
He collected himself, taking a deep breath, and opened it, stepping in. Inside the lights were already on, and he obeyed the written instructions, taking off his t-shirt and shorts, leaving them in a neat pile with his socks and shoes next to the door. He stepped forward, wearing nothing but the skimpy panties, and turned the corner into the main area of the locker room. His stomach dropped.
“Glad to see you made it,” Coach Brauer said, and nearly the whole team, nine of the boys, turned to look at him as he stood there exposed. He instinctively covered the bulge of his erection with his hands.
“No need to suddenly get shy, Walker,” Ethan chuckled, leaning against one of the lockers.
Derek’s heart raced faster as he scanned the room. Blake stood in the corner next to Conner and Ethan, with Seth off to the left. Jordan was there as well, with his friend Kevin who he had brought to Conner and Ethan’s room for one of the morning blowjob sessions the week before. There were new faces as well. Blake’s roommate Trent Baker, the one whose dirty compression shorts Blake had used to gag Derek when he bound and fucked him stood behind Coach Brauer. And Cameron Marx, another freshman, as well as Anthony Gemelli, a sophomore, stood next to Jordan and Kevin.
“What’s… what’s going on?” Derek said, nervously.
“Well since we’re wrapping up the camp on Sunday, we figured we’d celebrate…” Conner said, chuckling.
“Celebrate?” Derek said, laughing nervously.
“Yeah, we all wanted to take the opportunity to have a last little bit of fun with our new equipment manager before we all go off for break…” Blake said, his face twisted into a mischievous smirk.
“I’m guessing from the way you’re soaking through those panties that you’d be uh— amenable to that,” Coach Brauer said in his gravelly, deep voice.
Derek’s mind raced. Ten guys? All at once? Even in his wildest fantasies he’d never considered something so intense. His mouth felt dry suddenly, and his hole twitched in anticipation.
“Yeah… that sounds… fun” he replied, nervously.
“In that case, why don’t you get over here and get on your knees then?” Coach Brauer responded, one eyebrow cocked.
Derek, heart pounding, complied, and walked over towards the assembled group, dropping down to his knees in front of the coach, who yanked down his grey sweatpants to let his thick, uncut cock flop out. Derek began working his mouth up and down the shaft, seeing the others circle around him in his peripheral vision. Conner yanked off his shorts next to Coach Brauer, his beautiful curved cocked bouncing to attention, and Derek stopped servicing the coach for a moment to spit on his left hand and begin stroking Conner’s hard cock. Ethan stepped to the other side of Coach Brauer, shorts around his ankles and Derek repeated the same, stroking the two senior’s cocks while his head bobbed up and down on Coach Brauer’s.
“Alright, let’s not be greedy,” Coach said, pulling Derek off his cock after a couple minutes, Derek spun to the left and began slurping down on Jordan’s massive caramel dick, stroking Kevin’s 6” uncut cock and Anthony’s shockingly thick, 7.5” straight cut cock with either hand. He felt a hand from behind grab a fistful of his hair and force his head all the way down on Jordan’s massive dick, causing him to gag fiercely as a glob of saliva ran out his mouth and down Jordan’s pendulous balls. This rhythm continued for what must have been about thirty minutes, with Derek being spun around like a dreidel as each of the ten assembled men used his mouth and throat. Tears ran down his cheeks and his chin was wet with saliva and pre-cum. His cock strained furiously against the silky panties.
“Alright I think his other hole is ready for some attention, boys” the coach commanded, and Derek, almost drunk with lust, felt two sets of strong hands lift him up to his feet and guide him, stumbling, towards one of the folding tables they normally set up on the sidelines for the water cooler. They’d placed it, jutting out longways, against the wall next to the entrance to the showers. The boys threw him on top, on his back, with his head hanging over one side and his ass right at the edge of the other.
“You’ll be happy to hear I drove into town and got some extra lube for you,” Coach Brauer said, pulling the thin strand of fabric of the thong to the side and running a thick finger along the surface of Derek’s hole, “and look boys, someone got his pretty little pink pussy all nice and shaved for us.” Coach Brauer spit on his finger and slid it into Derek’s quivering hole.
“I say coach gets first dibs on his ass,” Conner said, chuckling, as he clapped Coach Brauer on the shoulder.
“I think that sounds like a lovely idea…” Coach Brauer replied, producing a small bottle of lube, which he squeezed generously onto his hard cock before placing it next to Derek on the table. He lined the tip of his cock up against Derek’s hole and pressed it in, making Derek’s cock pulse with excitement. He began thrusting, slow at first, the metal feet of the table skidding slightly on the linoleum.
“Let’s not let his mouth go to waste though, Salcedo, get in there!” The coach called out as he bore down on Derek and begin thrusting faster, Derek’s legs wedged between his own chest and the hairy, beefy pecs of the coach. Kevin came around the other side of the table, where Derek’s head hung upside down off the ledge, and slid his smooth, brown cock into Derek’s mouth, and began thrusting away in rhythm with his coach, his balls slapping against Derek’s eyes and forehead as he went. Derek could hear woops and catcalls from the others as he was fucked from both ends. After a couple of minutes he felt Kevin’s legs shudder, and the freshman pulled out suddenly and blew three ropes of thick, white cum all over Derek’s face.
“Damn Salcedo, you didn’t even get a chance to try his ass!” Coach Brauer chuckled as he continued pounding away at Derek’s hole. Derek was in ecstasy feeling the older man’s thick cock pounding away at his prostate as he licked the freshman’s salty cum off his lips. Suddenly, Coach Brauer pulled out and said, “Let’s give the seniors a turn…”
Like clockwork, he felt the hard curved length of Conner’s cock slide into his hole, as Ethan rounded the table and slid his thick cock down his throat. He felt Seth round one side and place his cock in Derek’s left hand, and he felt Coach Brauer place his warm, lubed up cock in his right hand. Derek began stroking them off as Ethan and Conner began pounding away at his ass and mouth. Being used like this, just a piece of meat, made Derek’s cock and balls ache with pleasure.
After a couple of minutes he felt Conner’s pace quicken before the team captain slammed his cock into Derek up to the hilt and shot a generous load into his hole. Ethan ceased his skull fucking, pulling out as Derek craned his head to look up at Conner, his face slick with spit, sweat and cum.
Coach Brauer playfully twisted one of Derek’s nipples, saying “Why don’t you say thank you to the team captain for the load.”
Derek, voice hoarse, complied, “Thank you for the load, sir.”
“Don’t mention it,” Conner said, smiling as he caught his breath, “why don’t you get in there, Ethan, I got it all nice and gooey for you…”
Ethan obliged gleefully, sliding his cock into Derek’s lube and cum-filled hole, with Seth stepping in to take Ethan’s place fucking Derek’s throat. The spit roasting then recommenced, with Seth pinning Derek’s hands at his sides, slamming his cock into this throat while Ethan ploughed into Derek’s ass. The boys continued in sync for nearly ten minutes until, almost in unison, Ethan shot another load into Derek’s ass while Seth pulled out and shot another gooey load all over Derek’s face. Derek thanked both of them for their loads as they stepped aside, just as the broad, hairy chested sophomore Anthony and the blond junior Trent stepped up to bat. Anthony slid his thick cock into Derek with force, moaning as he felt Derek’s tight hole clench around him. Trent rounded the table and slapped his slightly downward sloping 6.5” cock against Derek’s cum and saliva covered face.
“Blake told me you liked the taste of my sweaty underwear, you dirty little faggot. Is that true?” Trent asked, smiling down at Derek.
“Yes, sir,” Derek nodded.
“You want to taste the real thing?” Trent asked.
“Yes, sir,” Derek affirmed again.
“Beg for it then,” Trent commanded.
“Please sir, let me taste your cock,” Derek pleaded, gritting his teeth as Anthony hammered away at his hole, his gold crucifix bouncing against his hairy pecs.
“Well, since you asked nicely, sure why not?” Trent said, and slid his cock into Derek’s mouth, jamming it all the way down to the hilt, Derek gagging as Trent’s balls rested against his eyes. After a couple of more minutes of pounding he felt Anthony’s cock pulse before he unleashed another hot load into Derek’s now gaping hole. Trent quickly pulled out, rounding the table and sliding his cock into Derek, pumping furiously for a minute or so before he too blew his load into Derek, who again thanked both of the men for their load as Coach Brauer had commanded.
Blake came next, roughly flipping Derek onto his stomach over the table, grabbing a fist full of his hair and wrenching his head back as he swung the other hand back and spanked Derek right on his left cheek. Derek moaned in ecstasy. Blake worked him over another couple of times before he swung to the side of the table and slid his cock into Derek without warning, who bucked furiously and let out a yelp. Blake lurched forward, slamming his cock in to the hilt, and hooked three fingers into either side of Derek’s mouth and pulled, yanking Derek’s head back and mouth open as he began pounding him from behind.
“Coach I think this little faggot slut wants another load all over his face,” Blake said breathily as he continued to plough Derek’s hole, lube and cum leaking down Derek’s legs.
“I think you might be right,” Coach Brauer said, as he rounded the table and slid his lubed up cock into Derek’s stretched open mouth. “You like the taste of your own pussy, faggot?” he growled. Blake released his hands from Derek’s mouth, placing one on the back of Derek’s head and slamming it down to the hilt of Coach Brauer’s cock, Derek’s nose grinding into the coach’s thick bush as Blake thrust into him from behind. After a few moments the older man moaned, his cock pulsing as he shot a hot, salty load straight into Derek’s mouth, leaving cum dribbling out the sides and down his chin. This in turn made Blake slam himself into Derek and shoot four ropes of hot cum into his sloppy, warm hole. Derek thanked them as Coach Brauer playfully slapped his face with his cock.
“Just two more to go,” Conner called out from the sidelines, stroking his now hard again cock, “unless we decide we all want round two…”
“Don’t worry though I saved you some chocolate for dessert, since I know how much you like it…” Jordan said playfully, as he pressed his enormous, black cock against Derek’s hole, sliding it in gently as the other freshman, Cameron, slid his 5.5” thick cock into Derek’s mouth. The feeling of Jordan’s massive cock stretching his hole made Derek moan loudly, causing laughter from the sidelines.
“I don’t know boys sounds like he likes that BBC!” Coach Brauer called out, “make him scream, Nicholls!”
Jordan obeyed, jackhammering Derek’s hole mercilessly as Cameron fucked his mouth. He moaned furiously, his outbursts muffled by Cameron’s cock ramming down his throat. Jordan continued pounding away, and Derek’s cock throbbed with arousal as his prostate was hammered over and over by the freshman’s humongous dick. Cameron shot another salty load into his mouth as Jordan continued the full on assault on his ass. His mouth now free, Derek’s involuntary moans echoed through the locker room, until finally, Jordan, now pouring with sweat, slammed his gigantic dick all the way into Derek and let loose a final load. He pulled out, leaving Derek bent over the table in a daze.
“Don’t forget to say thank you, Walker…” Coach Brauer growled.
“Thank you for your load, sir,” Derek responded, weakly.
Coach Brauer stepped up to the table, and yanked the red panties down to Derek’s ankles, pulling them off.
“Now I want you to get on your knees and jerk off for us,” the coach commanded, and Derek, dazed, complied, shakily dropping to his knees in front of the ten men, and beginning to stroke his pre-cum soaked cock. Coach Brauer balled up the now pre-cum, sweat and lube soaked panties and shoved them into Derek’s mouth.
“Anybody got another load in them?” Coach called out.
“Yeah I probably do,” Conner responded.
“Me too,” said Anthony.
“Same,” said Kevin.
“Good, paint this little slut’s face before he busts his load,” the coach commanded.
The three men stepped forward and began jerking off over Derek, who continued to stroke his cock, the panties stuffed in his mouth. Anthony was the first to blow his second load, shooting two hot ropes of cum onto the left side of Derek’s face. Derek managed to close his eye just in time but he was left there, eye closed, waiting for the other loads. Kevin was next, shooting four thick ropes of cum onto his forehead and nose. Conner was last, shooting two thick ropes of cum onto his mouth and chin, the salty taste soaking through the balled up panties in Derek’s mouth. Face now glazed in cum, Derek continued jerking off furiously in front of the ten men who looked down at him greedily. Feeling that pressure again build in his lower abdomen, he leaned back and blew an enormous load, five thick ropes of creamy jizz, onto his chest and belly. He collapsed, exhausted, onto the floor.
“Alright boys,” the coach called out, “well done. Now hit the showers and get to bed, we’ve got a long final day of practice tomorrow!”
The boys made their way to the showers, stepping over the cum-slicked Derek still lying on the floor catching his breath. Blake, Ethan and Conner came over to help Derek to his feet.
“Nicely done, Walker, you really took that like a champ,” Conner said.
“Th-thanks,” Derek said shakily with an exhausted smile.
“Don’t worry, we’ll go nice and easy on you tomorrow morning,” Ethan chuckled.
The three boys helped Derek towards the locker room showers.
“Yeah, you’ll need to rest up though, because we’re definitely bringing you to keep us entertained on away games and tournaments this season,” Blake said.
Derek chuckled and smiled, and the quartet stepped into the hot, steamy air of the locker room showers.
