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Laundry day

“Hey Coach… I’m a little embarrassed but I can’t come to weights today. I shrunk my singlet in the wash.” texted Kev, after snapping a selfie in the mirror.

“What’s the damage?” texted Coach.

Kev sent the pics to Coach. The two were tight so they had each other’s numbers. The training days on the weekends and off season brought them close.

“See it makes my dick stand out now, and it’s riding up my ass and making it itch like crazy. What should I do?”

“You’ve really done it now, Kev. Come over quick. In fact, run to my place now. Make it part of your workout today, but put some sweats over the singlet so you don’t get arrested.”

Kev grabbed his sweat shorts to give him some modesty and a sweatshirt to cover his nipples and dashed out the door. Kev found he could really pick up speed with his dick pulled tight against him, but the wedgie he was getting was driving him insane. He reached Coach’s place and went in the side door. It was a few miles so he had worked up a bit of a sweat. Coach was standing there in his usual short shorts and a muscle tank that showed off how much he worked out with the team.

“Took you long enough.”

“Fuck off” said Kev, out of breath. “I blame this!” he said, stripping his sweats to show the now sweat soaked singlet. The previous coverage afforded him by the opaque fabric was gone now. Coach turned him around with his hand and took in his exposed jock.

“Yeah you really shrunk it. This give you any trouble?” He said running a playful finger through the Kev’s crack now slicked with sweat. Kev shuttered, the run has made his hole sensitive to the touch, a sensation he had never felt before. It made his dick jump. “Okay, I think we can fix it with a re wash. These will help keep it from shrinking more.” Said Coach scooping up kev’s sweats and tossing them into the washer. He flipped the switch and the drum started filling with water.

Kev was happy to peel off the singlet but as he pulled the straps down to his waist he hesitated for a second. The clothes he wore here were being washed, what would he wear?

“I can’t wash it with you in it.” Said coach gruffly. With that Kev slid down the singlet and tossed it into the wash. Coach shit the door and the looked at the shelf above it.

“Shit let me get the detergent.” Leaving the now naked jock in the laundry room. Kev had been naked around the coach before, but in the locker room there was always a towel nearby. Looking around there was nothing he could grab to cover his sweaty exposed skin. Worse, the itching in his ass wasn’t stopping even with his singlet gone. He reached back and gave it a scratch, it felt like the hole itself was itching. As he touched the spot he felt the same arousal from earlier. Though, now that the singlet was off, the freedom from constriction allowed his dick to fully extend, and Coach came back into the room.

“Shit!” Kev couldn’t cover it in time.

“Jesus Kev. You’ll poke your eye out!”

“Sorry Coach, said Kev meekly covering his protruding member. “It’s the singlet. it made my ass really itchy but it’s not going away.”

“Hmm. That’s not good. Better take a look”

“What?!”

“I can’t have my star player passing ringworm or mrsa along. Turn around.”

Kevin blushing turned around holding his dick to try and disguise his erection. Coach put a big hand on His back and bent him over. Kev was looking into the glass front on the washer, missing the security of his clothes now locked in the machine.

“Pull your checks apart.” Kev dutifully reached his hands back and presented his ass. He was a big biker in the summer so his checks were thick and round. Kev felt the warm tickling sensation of Coach’s breath on his sensitive hole.

Coach was starting as the most perfect ass he’d seen in a while. Slicked with sweat, the pink hole of his favorite jock was practically pulsating. The musk of the sweat wafting gave Coach an instant erection in his short shorts. “I should’ve put underwear on, '' he though to himself as he felt his dick extend out from the leg of his shorts.

“I don’t see anything worrisome. You say it itches here?” Said coach putting a finger right on the pucker

“Ooooh” moaned Kev instinctively, his dick jumped against his stomach and let out a drop of Pre that Coach watched drop to the floor.

“Let me see if this helps” said Coach and he started licking the studs ass. Kiev’s eye opened wide and looking in the reflection of the washer he could see Coach’s pulsating dick poking through his shorts.

“Coach!” moaned Kev. He was starting to shake with pleasure. Coach brushed Kev’s hands away, shaking the jock's ass on his face. Kev grabbed the washer for support. This was crazy but he was loving it.

“I think I need to go deeper, ” said Coach as he came up for air.

“Please” Whimpered Kev. Coach placed a finger at the slicked up hole and went in. Kev’s hungry hole swallowed it eagerly and sent a ripple of pleasure through him.

“See this is your prostate.” Said coach expertly found the jock’s g-spot. “I think that was giving you the itching.”

“Oh god!” said Kev, as he dick leaked out more pre on the floor. Coach looked down at his veiny cock. He couldn’t tear up this stud’s hole, as much as he wanted to. He’d have to loosen him up first. He smacked Kev’s sweaty ass tenderly.

“I’ll be right back.”

Kev was again naked in the laundry room but hornier than ever. He reached back at his hole and stuck a finger in. It was good but he couldn’t quiet reach the spot. He started to get frustrated. His legs were starting to shake. He needed to rest. He sat down on top of the washer just as it started to kick into its spin cycle. The constant shaking and vibrating was soothing to the pent up jock.

Coach returned with a big smile on his face and nothing else on. His thick cock led the way into the room, making Kev gulp. Seeing his proud stud jock drooling on the washer naked and hard was a dream come true. He carried a bag of toys with him.

“You like my washer boy.”

“Oh yes coach.”

“That gives me an idea.”said Coach, taking out a curved plug from the bag. He swallowed it, then spit on it, all while mouth making direct eye contact with Kev. Another drool of pre leaked out. He placed the suction cup plug on the washer.

“All yours” he said, offering his arm for support. Kev gripped the beefy man and guided his hole onto the plug. He grunted a bit but sank all the way down to the base. It was so sweet. The coach slowly bent Kev’s torso down to his waist level, so Kev’s head was just at his cock.

“You wanna get some core in?”

Kev just looked up at him with his wide, horny eyes and started sucking.

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gingerbreedreads · 2 months

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Coach Key

Hunter was one of the guys. So when the guys on the soccer team all agreed to go commando the next day at school, he did so without thinking. It felt strange to feel his dick rubbing against, not his cotton boxers, but his smooth athletic shorts. He even popped a boner during math class. Despite the stimulation, he managed to get to the locker room without a dress code violation.

“Shit!” Thought Hunter, as everyone started to change. He had forgotten to bring his jockstrap for practice. Commando during class is one thing, but running around the field is too much. Not to mention the fear of taking a ball to balls. He looked panicked. Evan seemed to read his mind.

“You didn’t think we were going commando on the field did you bro?” His devilish grin made Hunter blush.

“I’m screwed dude.”

“Just ask Coach. I’m sure he’s got something.”

Hunter didn’t like the thought of wearing loaner underwear, but he didn’t have a choice. He stepped into Coach Key’s office and awkwardly waited for his phone call to end. Coach was a mountain of a man, who clearly never missed a day at the gym. He was also the manager for a few athletic programs, so there was always some fire he was running around to put out. When the call ended he looked up.

“What is it Hunter?” He said gruffly. Coach wasn’t a mean guy, but he was direct.

“Ughh I um… I don’t have underwear today and I don’t wanna get nutted by the ball during practice.” The red returned to his cheeks. Coach sighed and sat back in his chair

“You guys have got to stop with these commando days. Alright let’s see what size you need.”

“What?”

“Drop trow Hunter, we’ve got practice in 5.”

Hunter knew in the back of his mind that pulling down his shorts in the coach’s office was not normal, but Coach didn’t give him much time to think. He stood there looking up, praying that he wouldn’t pop a boner again.

“Well, I’ve got something but probably not what you’re used to.”

Coach opened a lower drawer on his desk and pulled out what looked like a small metal device, with a ring on one end and bars that looked like a dick. He pulled his lanyard around and got a key to separate the two pieces. He held up the ring to Hunter.

“Do you know how to put this on?”

Hunter, confused and really feeling the fear of an erection, just shook his head.

“Jesus boy. Come here.”

Hunter took one step forward as Coach slid forward in his rolling chair. He grabbed Hunter’s balls with his big meaty hands. They were surprisingly soft on his skin, but firm and deliberate. Hunter was trying not to think about how good this all felt. He’d always liked Coach, but never thought he’d have to think about why. Now naked in his office he wished he’d jacked off before school so he wasn’t as horny.

Coach with expert quickness grabbed Hunter’s growing dick and pulled it through the ring and coaxed one ball, then the other, through. Hunter let out a little moan, but Coach kept working. He grabbed the cage and squeezed Hunter’s member in before it could grow too big to fit. Leaning close he pulled his lanyard to Hunter’s crotch and locked the device together. Coach pushed back and looked up at Hunter.

“That’ll do for today,” he said, turning back to his desk.

“But coach.” Said hunter meekly. “Isn’t this… thing gonna move around? I just needed a jock.”

“Look, I only have my own and you can’t have that.” Coach said, leaning back and showing off his waistband. Then Coach sighed, and opened the lower drawer again. He pulled out a small stringy thong.

“This is the best I can do.”

Hunter didn’t think to wonder why Coach would have a thong in his desk; he just wanted this to be over. He grabbed the thong and slid it up his legs. The small pouch did hold up the weight of the cage but the string in the back rested right in his ass-crack. Hunter shifted right to left to see if it would work.

“Give me a squat,” ordered Coach.

Hunter compiled without thinking of how exposed his ass was in this outfit. As he rose up he felt the string in his ass seem to get higher. He would have been distracted by they way it touched his hole had Coach not smacked his bare ass.

“Good Man. Now get dressed and get on the field.”

Hunter felt a strange mobility with the cage and thong under his shorts. As practice wore on he almost forgot he was even wearing it. But back in the locker room, he remembered. Hunter took off his tank top, but before peeling off his shorts, He turned to go back to coaches office. He felt a twack on his ass. He wiped around to see Evan with that same grin on his face.

“Where’d you get that whale tail Hunter?”

He realized instantly that the throng had ridden up over his shorts! He had tried to put the feeling of the string running against his hole out of his mind, but now he realized he shouldn’t have. Hunter’s red cheeks said everything for him as he turned with more speed to the coaches office. “It’s almost over” he thought. Coach was just closing the door when Hunter turned the corner.

“Look sport, Hit the shower I’ve got a call I have to take.” Coach said as he slammed the door in Hunter’s stammering face.

How was he going to do this? He walked slowly back to the locker room hoping most of the other boys would be done. He got as close as he could to the group shower,whipped down his shorts and thong, and stepped into the steam.

Hunter turned his back to Evan, who was showing off in the back. Evan was performing his typical shower antics, the kind of fun Hunter would join in on. But, this locked dick of his was not going to compete with anything today. He started to leave the shower.

“Where’re you going commando? Do you need to borrow a towel from coach too?” Teased Evan from the back. Hunter just flipped him off, not even looking back at the laughter he knew would explode if they saw. Wrapping a towel around him, he scampered back to the coaches office to see him hurrying out with his bag and jacket.

“Oh shit, look I’ve got to get across town.”

“But coach!”

“Buck up buddy, I’ll be here tomorrow.” And with that coach sped down the hallway, leaving a dripping and locked Hunter behind.

After getting dressed under the towel and heading home Hunter’s mind was spinning. He’d started out today with no underwear and now he was wearing a chastity cage he could not remove. All night he pulled and pulled at it, hoping the lock would budge. His horned up dick was straining at the bars. That night he dreamed about Coach’s thick hands rubbing all over him. “I’ve gotta get this thing off!” he thought.

Getting dressed, none of the boxers he tried felt right with the cage. It either poked out of the fly or felt too loose to support the weight. Realizing he had no time, he grabbed the thong from yesterday, slid it on, and went to school.

All day he felt the string ride up his ass. He felt his hole twitch. In math class instead of a boner he got this itchy empty feeling in his ass. He knew Coach would only get to school at the end of the day so he tried to hide his writhing until then.

During the last period he couldn’t watch the clock any longer. He excused himself to the bathroom, and went to Coach’s office. Turning the corner he saw the door was open. Salvation. He slammed it shut and ran to Coach’s desk. He held the aching bulge in his shorts.

“Get this thing off me. I’m going crazy!”

“What thing?” Said coach head still in his papers.

Hunter exasperated, slid down his shorts and pulled his thong to the side.

“This thing! I don’t know what’s going on but my asshole has been twitching all day, and I’m straining in this cage!”

Coach looked up. He looked concerned.

“Your asshole? That’s not good. I should check it out.”

“Wait what? Can’t you just - ”

“Bend over boy!”

Hunter even in his agitated state complied. He turned around and bent over, pulling his cheeks apart. He could hear Coach roll over in his office chair. As Coach placed his meaty hands on the athlete, Hunter felt hot again. Coach pulled the thong down, brushing Hunter’s pulsating hole. Hunter let out a small moan.

“Shit. It Looks like you’re building up a lot of stress back here.”

Hunter’s mind was racing. His dick was straining and he was feeling more turned on than ever in his life.

“You gotta help me Coach” He whined.

“I’m gonna try and relieve the pressure.”

With that, Coach pumped something slick onto his hands and began to rub it right on Hunter's hole. If the thong string felt good, this felt electric. Hunter was gasping and drooling as Coach worked his fingers around Hunter's hole.

“Coach!” Hunter moaned.

“Relax, boy. I know what I’m doing.”

He slid one in, and then another. Hunter was slacked jawed and moaning. He was in ecstasy. Not only had he not jacked off in two days, but feeling his prostate being fingered was more than he had expected. He felt his dick press against the bars of his cage, but he didn’t mind it cause the feeling from his ass was so good. At one point Coach just held his finger at Hunter’s hole and he backed up onto it. He was hungry for the feeling now.

“Good Boy.” Growled coach. “Here, have a seat.”

Coach’s hands guided Hunter’s ass back and down, right onto Coach’s lap. Before Hunter could really process, he felt something else poking at his hole. It was thicker. Hunter didn’t think about the implications of his coach fucking him. He felt empty with fingers no longer inside. He leaned back and sat right on it. Coach let out a sign as he felt his throbbing eight inch dick slide balls deep into Hunter’s virgin hole. Hunter saw his dick, still locked up, jump in the cage. A sting of pre-cum started to leak from the tip.

“Coach I’m leaking!” He moaned.

“That’s good boy.” Coach whispered right into his ear. His strong hands were gripping Hunter’s body, guiding him up and down on his dick.

Hunter had never felt something so incredible. He had to have more and he fucked himself harder and faster on coach’s cock. They were both moaning and sweating. It was the hottest thing that had ever happened to Hunter, and he couldn’t even touch his dick. Nevertheless he soon his orgasm approaching

“Don’t stop,” said Coach, sensing what was happening. Coach put one hand out right in front of Hunter’s flopping cage.

“Ahhhh ahh Oh shit!” Hunter bounced along until he spasmed hard on Coach’s hard cock. He looked down to see Coach’s hand catching the load spurting out from his still locked dick. Coach lifted his covered fingers to Hunter’s mouth

“Suck.”

And Hunter, always one of the guys, did so, without thinking.

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AIR IT OUT

I was embarrassed. I was the captain of the track team, star athlete, getting Bs in my classes but I was laid low by this. Even though I was basically top dog on the team no one could resist making fun of me for my ass.

Well not my ass, that was nice, round, and just starting to grow hairs in the crack. It was the sweaty-ness of my ass that was doing me in. Every time I’d get up from my bus seat I’d hear “Ugh, David you peed the seat.” “Must be an ogre with all that swamp-ass” “Dude! why are you so sweaty? shit!” It was all starting to get to me. The other guys, they didn’t respect me. So there I was in Coach's office trying to tell him about my problem but I just stammered. I was embarrassed.

“It’s my ass coach.” I blurted out.

“Jesus David. I thought you were being serious.” Coach Henry blurted out, laughing as he did. “Go hit the showers.”

“This is serious!” I insisted. “The other guys make fun of me cause I’m so sweaty… down there. How can I be taken seriously as the captain if they’re laughing at me?!”

“Look D.” Coach was a monosyllabic man at heart. A broad shouldered burly rock of a man. Though he looked it, he wasn’t a hard ass, but in the heat of the game his anger came out. Every guy on the team respected him, but I was also kinda hot for him.

“Look D, you can either be laughed at or be in on the joke. So you’ve got a sweaty ass! You think I don’t sweat through things from time to time?”

Coach was lucky that we started running in the early spring when it was cold in that regard. By the final meets in the summer, just looking at the sun would give him pit stains. Not that he ever seems to mind. Everyone could see the hairy chest dripping with sweat when he wore a tank on weight room days. That was something I found so hot about the coach; he was this big man and didn’t seem upset about it.

“There’s nothing wrong with you David. Besides, if you really want to fix this, just air it out.”

“My shorts?”

“No your ass! Jesus, are you feeling okay today D?”

I really wasn’t. I was on edge just talking about my ass with coach Jones. I couldn’t help but be totally enthralled by his body and his little smirk when he cracked a joke. He knew how to rile up the guys, but today I was fully riled all on my own. Just hearing him talk about my ass, made me blush, but I had to stay cool.

“What do you mean air it out?”

“God. I don’t know if I should say this. Well, you and the other guys always wear those compression shorts.”

It was true. The track uniform shorts were pretty short, and, because they were reassigned year after year, they had gotten pretty thin. Most of the guys wore thigh length compression shorts under them, which anyone could see poking out inches below our track shorts.

“You think that’s the problem?”

“All I’m saying D is that if you want to sweat less you gotta let it breathe. Wear a jock and see if that works. But at the end of the day, don’t listen to the other boys. okay?”

“Okay… it’s just. Well if everyone else is wearing the compression would I be setting myself back?”

I couldn’t believe my eyes. It all happened so fast. Coach turned slightly to the side and fished a strap out of the side of his shorts and then, releasing it, it snapped back onto his hard body.

“Never hurt me,” he said.

If I was only wearing my short track shorts my dick might have flopped out right there. Not only was Coach flashing his jock to me, but he was doing it as an encouragement to me to wear one myself. I was glad the other guys had left the showers by the time I came into the locker room, cause I was masting up just thinking about it.

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The next day I was packing my bag and decided I would follow through on coach's advice. I grabbed an old jock and threw it in my drawstring. I had a study hall for my last period so I got changed early before the rest of the team got in. I was the last one to leave to locker room, and Coach stopped me at the door.

“How’s the breeze down there D?”

“Refreshing!” I said as I mimicked his ass strap slap from before. His big meaty hand gripped my shoulder and brought me in as he whispered “good boy.” It was like lightning shot up my spin. I was hot all over. This was probably all in my head but I was loving this flirtation with Coach. Until the practice started at least. Then all I could think about were the jeers and taunts.

The guys, flipping the leg of my shorts, tried to expose my ass every time I bent down in the starting position. “Flasher!” they yelled. My other cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. But something must have worked because I hit my all time PR on the track. I’m sure Coach would have wanted me to stick with the system, but I couldn’t deal with my teammates on me like this.

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For the rest of the season I abandoned the jock and went back to the compression shorts. And that year I was the only guy from the team to make it to regionals. Coach Henry offered to drive since my parents worked and were saving up time off for a big trip that summer. The jock conversation had almost left my mind until we were in the hotel room together the night before the first day of the meet.

“You know D, the rest of the guys aren’t here. I think you should really be airing it out. So you don’t get in your head.”

It took me a second to catch up to what Coach was saying, but I reacted without even thinking.

“Oh no Coach, it’s fine.”

“No it’s not. You’re embarrassed, I can see it on your face. You can’t let that shit get to you. Don’t you want to break your PR again?”

I nodded, excited about where this conversation was going, alone in the hotel room with Coach.

“Now the best way for you to get over all that is to air it out. It’s just us tonight so no ones gonna make fun of you, okay. But I want you in a jock until this meet is over.”

My heart was racing. This hulking man is telling me he wants me in a jock strap. This would be so fucking hot except:

“Ugh… I’m sorry coach but I didn’t bring one. I didn’t know!” I sounded so pathetic.

“Damit David.” He said. Coach put his face in his hands for a second. I was crushed; I couldn’t believe I had messed this up. Then coach Jones lifted his head slightly dug around in his bag for a moment. I was only half looking at him so when it threw something it hit me right in my face.

“Look alive D!”

“Sorry coach!” I was back in reality and only then did I realize what he had thrown at me. It was a sleek black and white jockstrap! With a spandex pouch and elastic straps. I couldn’t be sure but I thought the straps matched the ones from that fateful day in Coach’s office.

“Coach?” Was all I managed.

“Don’t you remember how to put it on? Mine works just the same as yours!”

The slight gruffness in his voice like he was telling me to sprint hard on the last 100 activated something in me. I was off the bed and stripping off my shorts before I thought about privacy. My shorts and under armor were at my knees when my eyes shot up remembering Coach was on the other bed not five feet away.

“You’re supposed to get over your embarrassment David. Now come on.”

And that was all I needed. The shorts were off and I slid the jock up my legs. I adjusted myself and then turned to Coach and slapped the elastic band.

“Better.” He said. His approval was intoxicating. I didn’t even mind when I picked up the shorts off the floor and he scolded me.

“And how are those gonna help you air things out?”

“Ughh”

“I’ll turn on the heat for you.” he said resigned.

“Thank you Coach.” I couldn’t believe I just thanked a guy who told me I couldn’t wear shorts over my jock. In his hotel room! Coach was right of course, but I didn’t totally see his logic about airing out. And, it was just us in the hotel room; me in a t-shirt and jock, him stripping off his shirt cause of the heat. Things were getting a little weird.

Coach must have really turned the heat on. As we sat and watched the tv on our beds, I slowly felt the sweat start. I took off my shirt and still noticing helped.

“Coach, it’s starting again.”

“Then lay on your front. Let it breathe.”

So I lay there naked, except for a jock, ass out in the air, next to my half naked coach, watching hotel tv. I was glad to be ordered on my front though, cause the thrill of being in this situation was tenting my borrowed jock. Eventually I got things under control enough to go to the bathroom. This whole thing was getting heady. I thought maybe a cold shower would help but the second I turned on the water I heard Coach.

“What are you doing D?”

“I was gonna shower off before bed.”

Then the door opened and Coach stepped in, but now he was also only wearing a jock.

“Coach!”

“Shhh. David listen, you took some history classes. In the ancient Olympics what did athletes compete in?”

“Uhh olive oil Coach.”

“Exactly, they didn’t mind. And they ran like hell. You’ve gotta stop being so embarrassed about your body. Look at me.”

He didn’t need to instruct me cause I was already there. I’d never been this close to a guy who made me this hot before. I was really worried I was gonna cum any second.

“Do you ever see me trying to cover up or hide or any of that? No! I’m a big guy and I like it like that.”

I nodded my head but also tried to sit down on the toilet to disguise my goring boner.

“Stand up When I’m talking to you!”

“Yes sir” And I did. My hands hit my sides like I had been to boot camp, not thinking about how I was now pointing at the coach.

“Good Boy!” Said Coach. “Now tell me David, is your ass sweaty now?”

“Oh yeah.” I said. It seemed like every pore was pushing out sweat right now. Coach crossed the bathroom in a step and reached his arm around my torso to my ass. Then with a finger, swiped the entire length of my crack skirting the outside of my hole on the way.

“And you don’t have to be embarrassed about that. Cause all it is, is sweat and musk.” And dragged the finger under his nose. “See?” And then he brought it under my nostrils. It was musky but it wouldn’t have made much difference what it smelled like. I was aroused. I looked at Coach's thick member, outlined by a line of sweat in his jock. Then I looked up at him, right into his eyes. He gave me that smirk and a wink.

“Now here’s what we do with a little ass sweat.”

And with that coach bent me over the toilet and knelt at the back of my legs. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before so it took a second to even register. But then it hit me. Wave after wave of pleasure and coach started licking my ass. I didn’t even mean to but a small high-pitched moan just burst out.

“Yeah boy, don’t be shy, tell Coach you like it.”

“I like it, I like it!” I heaved. This was happening so fast all I could think about was trying not to bust right now or get out of breath. I felt coach’s short stubble around my hole as his tongue flicked in and out. My knees were buckling and I had to support myself on the tank of the toilet. I never imagined that rimming would feel so good, but my body was crumbling because of it.

SMACK. Coach’s hard meaty hand collided with my ass. TWACK! He pulls back and releases the straps of his jockstrap now on my ass. I couldn’t imagine this was what this hotel trip was going to be like. And then all I could think about was the meet tomorrow.

“Bu-ut, C-c-coach. Ho-ow is this helping me with the meet.”

Coach took his tongue out and then turned me around and looked at me hard.

“I’m teaching you about your body boy. You’re too tight. You need to loosen up and relax. Now tell me what you need.

“I - I need to loosen up.”

“That’s right. Now don’t you want me to loosen you up?”

“Yes?” My voice phrased it like it was a question but my mind screamed it. I had been waiting for this man to take me, to turn me around and fuck me for three years now and it was finally happening. I can’t believe I let the other boys get to me. This jock was bringing me everything I wanted!

“Good boy.”

And there was that phrase again. I swear it was like magic every time he said I just wanted so badly to do what he told me. I wanted to win the affection of my coach and I would do whatever he said.

“Now, let’s work on that starting position.”

As I turned and bent down on the cool tile I was reminded of how hot things in the room had gotten. Jock or not we were both very sweaty now. I put one foot back and then raised my ass into the air, right up to Coach.

“Good form D, but we can still improve.” He said gripping my hips. His fingers massaging my round ass. “Yeah you’re still too tight, aren’t you glad your Coach is here to loosen you up?”

“Yes Coach, thank you sir.”

He started with a finger. He must have come in here with lube, or maybe my ass really was that sweaty, but he slid it in. As he did he touched something inside, it was the most intense pleasure I had felt that night. I instinctively backed up on his finger trying to hit it again. Coach just laughed at his horned up jock boy going to town on his finger. When he pulled it out I stretched back trying to find one last inch of it.

“You really want it, don’t you boy.”

“Yes I do” I moaned, I couldn’t second guess how I sounded in this moment I just needed something in my ass again.

“On your mark, get set, Go!”

And on go he trust deep into me. It was like he was running a sprint and I was the track. Just pounding me and pounding me trying to speed to the finish. I was in bliss. I had never been fucked before but Coach’s thick veiny cock was meeting all my expectations and then some. I know I was bound to be precumming in the jock by now. So when coach reached in and started jacking me off i knew I wasn’t long.

“I’m gonna cum!” I shouted into the floor. I hadn’t realized the angle but my dick was aiming right at my face. So when i shot, my cum streaked across my face. I moaned as i felt coach grip my hips and slam into me real hard. I felt him tense up inside hole.

“That’s a good boy D!” he grunted as he shot his load deep into me.

“Well D Looks like you really need to air this out now.”

Blake loved when his Coach invited him over to his house. He didn’t exactly know why though. He just feels compelled to go over whenever asked. They spend a normal evening together that starts with Blake listening to a special music file and then followed by hours of rough sex.

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