Date: Sun, 18 Nov 2018 05:29:06 +0000
From: whipped@protonmail.com
Subject: Better than Pussy

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"Better than Pussy"

My wife had never been able to get pregnant. We tried for a few years, then
just gave up. It bothered me a little, but I knew I probably had a few
bastards out there from my time in the military. My genes wouldn't die, so
who cared?

I got all the father type time I needed from the boys I coached.

My actual day job was as a day trader, but it allowed me plenty of time to
coach football, baseball, and even youth basketball. Not for the money,
which sucked, but for the joy of the game and mentoring.

Even at sixty, I had a decent body. I was 6'2, Hispanic, and still had some
of my lineman build. Sure, some of it was fat, but some was still muscle. I
had a decent amount of brown hair left on my head and crowns kept my smile
near perfect. Only my beard and mustache, which I kept trimmed, showed any
gray.

My dick was also nothing to be ashamed of at eight inches. And I wasn't
circumcised either.

My wife was pretty good in the bedroom when it came to giving up the
pussy. She could ride and get pounded better than anyone I'd ever met. And
she gave it up pretty often.

The thing is, she didn't suck dick or take it up the ass. If she had, none
of this would have happened.

Most days I spent about four hours coaching. I didn't handle any general
education or any basic fitness. That was done in the main building. My boys
and I used the boy's locker room next to the football field and track. It
had my office, lockers, and a big shower room.

I was never there before 3.

Today, though, I had some new carpet being laid at home and couldn't work
at all with the workmen there. I decided I'd use the WiFi at the school and
get some work done there.

When I passed through the locker doors, I realized I heard something. I
didn't recognize the sound exactly, but it sounded familiar. I was prepared
to bitch out anybody in my office or any students who thought they could
hide or fuck off in the locker room.

My first thought was maybe some kids were smoking.

I decided to open and close the other doors quietly and surprise them.

I was not expecting what I saw.

Darren Johnson and Garrett Torey were naked and wet from a shower.

Now, I had seen plenty of naked boys as a coach. That's no big deal. But
these boys and what was going on was different.

Darren was a lineman and he was a monster. I don't mean looks, but just
size wise. He was 6'5 and 253 pounds last weigh in. He was a hairy
motherfucker for his age too. He was blonde so you couldn't see it all, but
he was furry like a beast. And he was always super tan.

Garrett was the opposite. I had never coached Garrett in football, but I
had subbed for the lacrosse coach before and he was on that team. He was
one of those boys you felt almost bad for sometimes. He was only about 5'8
and had almost no body hair. He had pale skin and short bright red hair
with a freckled face. He couldn't grow a mustache or beard if he tried and
barely even had a happy trail. And he had that boyish build no matter how
much he worked out. He was toned at best, but really more skinny.

When I walked in, he was on his knees jerking Darren off.

Now, I'd never knowingly encountered a faggot in real life, much less at
work or in my lockerroom. I should have probably left or made noise.

Instead, I froze.

Within seconds of my entering, Darren started breathing heavier, his
stomach started going in and out, and then his hard dick exploded all over
Garrett. Darren's cum covered his face. It covered his eyes and was
dripping down his face and bare chest and pooling in his belly button.
There was even a splotch of cum I could see that landed in Garrett's pubes.

I spoke and the sound clearly startled them.

I said:

Darren, get dressed and get out. We will talk about this tomorrow morning
before practice. Tell Mrs. Johnson to cancel all practice today. Garrett,
in my office. NOW!

Darren looked shook up but just said, "Yes, Coach."

Then he grabbed his clothes and ran out. I gave Garrett a second to get to
my office, then I took a few breaths and walked into it.

I looked at Garrett. He was still naked and covered in cum.

I sighed.

Then I said, "I don't like faggots, Garrett."

He sat still for a second.

Then he replied, "I'm not a faggot, Coach."

I looked at him. He could tell what I was thinking.

Then he said:

I live in a trailer park. Almost everybody else here has more money than
me. I can't keep up with anything. I can't get nice shoes or go to the
movies with the guys or afford a date with a girl or anything. My mom won't
let me get a job either until I graduate.

He paused and wiped his face off some with his hand. I could see the glob
of cum under his eye that he missed.

Then he continued:

One night, I was hanging out with some of the guys and they wanted to
spontaneously go to that new rollercoaster park in Raleigh. And I was way
too broke. And so, one of the guys said if I jerked him off he'd pitch in
for my ticket. And then two more guys.

I was trying to imagine any world where that kind of thing happened. It
sounded crazy. Garrett was a jock and so were the guys I usually saw him
with. None were weirdos or emos or whatever they called them now. Good
athletes and country boys.

Garrett kept going:

Anyway, it sort of became a thing. Most of the bi and gay guys here are
tops and really just care about getting off. They watch lesbian porn while
I jerk them off usually. And they all have money. I wouldn't have done it
here, Coach, but Jessica wanted to go to the movies after school and I was
broke.

Then Garrett just stopped and looked at me.

He said, "Are you going to tell?"

I shook my head then and got the rest of the story.

Apparently, the boys paid him ten dollars per handjob. It was chump
change. There were eight different guys he was jerking off at least a
couple of times a week. And he was doing this all over. Their houses,
bathrooms, the movie theatre, lockerrooms, everywhere.

He was going to get caught.

I felt a little sympathy for the kid. 16 handjobs a week for under two
hundred bucks.

I asked him, "Couldn't you make more money sucking dick or taking it up the
ass?"

He nodded and replied:

Yeah. I thought about it. They offered. But if it got out I did that, I'd
probably get my ass kicked or have a real bad reputation. I wouldn't want
it to ever get out. And it might hurt. Plus, they don't have that much
money.

I looked at him and imagined all these athletes spooging all over his
petite face and body and I actually started to get a little hard.

I left him there, got up, and locked all the doors to the building and
lockerroom so we couldn't be disturbed or seen.

Then I made him an offer.

I agreed not to tell anyone if he stopped selling handies. No more gay sex
or any of that.

In return, I'd give him a job making 250 a week. He'd keep the lockerroom
clean so I didn't have to. And, if I enjoyed it, he'd get me off however I
wanted. I figured it was a gamble if I'd even get hard.

He accepted.

The first thing I did was get him a towel so he could clean his face
off. Then I pulled up some porn on my computer. I found this amateur video
I loved. It was of an Asian girl being destroyed by two men my age. They
fucked her throat and then her ass and pussy as she moaned and cried. It
was one of my guaranteed quick nut videos.

Then I undressed.

I saw his eyes as my body was revealed. He gulped a little when my shirt
came off and he realized this was about to happen.

I think my dick being uncut shocked him.

And maybe confused him.

I told him:

This is what real dicks look like. Yours was cut up when you were born,
like most white boys. Half the pleasure nerves are in that extra skin so
use your tongue on it good, understand?

He nodded.

I continued, "I don't have lube, but I still might try pounding it it up
your asshole so suck my dick good. It's the only lube you're getting
today."

Damn, the fucker looked scared. I gestured for him to come over to my desk
where I was sitting. I ran my hands all over his body, cupped his butt
cheeks, ran my hand over his face. His dick was shriveled up to almost
nothing.

I smiled and decided he needed a pep talk.

I said:

You're a whore, kid. A boy, but still a whore. Right now, I get that's
scary as fuck. But you need to know who and what you are. I'm going to put
on a porn and use your throat and maybe asshole like a dick ditch. Use your
body to nut. It'll be easier after the first time and even if it hurts,
nobody ever died from eating dick or getting their shithole pounded. You'll
be fine. Understand?

He looked at me and stared at my dick.

Then, in a trembly voice that sounded more boy than man, he said, "Can't I
just jerk you off?"

I shook my head no, then I pressed down on his shoulders until he was on
his knees in front of me.

I used one hand to open his mouth. I ran my fingers around his lips. They
were soft and cushiony.

Then I pulled his tongue out with one hand and placed my soft six inch dick
on it.

I said, "Cover your teeth and suck my dick, faggot."

I'd be lying if I said it was the best blowjob I'd ever had. But it was the
first blowjob I'd had in five years, so it wasn't all bad. I had to smack
him upside the head about ten times when I felt teeth and he clearly had no
idea what the fuck he was doing. He did run his tongue inside my foreskin
though and that felt so good I'd leak precum almost every time.

By the end of the blowjob, he was decent enough I could focus on the porn
and just use his little head to jerk off.

I gripped it tight with my right hand and just pushed and pulled it up and
down as I thrust my hips. His gagging and choking sounds became as much a
turn on as the little Asian whore in the movie. He was wretching so much at
one point I half expected him to throw up on my dick, but he kept it in and
under control.

When I finally nutted that first time, I had a rock solid grip of his head
with both hands and his lips were pressed tight against my nutsack. I
jizzed deep in him and his throat convulsions practically massaged the jizz
out of my balls.

I let go and looked at him.

He was sweaty like he had just worked out. His hair was wet and his face
was completely flushed.

He hadn't swallowed. I could tell by his cheeks.

I gripped the back of his head and then spit on his face.

He tried jerking back, but I had too firm a grip on his head.

I said, "You're a cocksucker now. If a man nuts in your mouth, you swallow
it and say thank you."

I watched as his throat moved up and down and he swallowed my cum.

Then he said, "Thank you. Can I go or..."

I thought about it for a minute. Then I helped him up from the floor.

On the screen, the little Asian girl was crying as the fat older white man
pressed his dick into her ass.

I bent Garrett over the desk. His back and body were tight and smooth. He
had a teenage ass, even if it was a boy's ass. I looked around the room and
picked up my boxer briefs.

Then I placed a hand near his mouth and said, "Spit."

He didn't question me this time. I dumped the handful of spit on his butt
and pressed it up against his hole. My nut and his spit was the best lube
we'd have.

Then I stuffed my boxers in his mouth.

If you've ever fucked a tight asshole, you know how sweet that silky grip
feels around your dick. The warm sweet welcome of a tight fuckhole.

Garrett was that times ten.

I hadn't been in anything other than my wife's worn out pussy in
decades. It'd been over thirty years since I buried my dick up an ass. It
was almost sensory overload.

Garrett clearly didn't feel the same way. He held still, but his eyes were
squeezed shut and tears were leaking out. I could hear him whimper and
grunt with every slam, but he took it like a man.

I could tell the second something changed in him too. He was still grunting
from pain, but there was a moan in there too.

Part of him liked it.

I pulled out for a minute. Then I flipped him over so he was facing me and
lifted his legs up in the air like he was a woman. His body was sweaty and
I found myself almost liking how flat and tight it was. I was all muscle
and fat, but he was that teenage build you lose real quick.

I grabbed his right hand and brought it his dick. Then I spit on his junk.

I told him, "I want you to cum with my dick in you."

Then I shoved my dick back in him, hard.

He gasped for breath and was totally still as I pounded him.

I had to slap him across the face a few times and bring his hand back to
his dick before he got it and started jacking as I pounded him.

It didn't take him long.

I wasn't even looking at him when he came. I had my eye on the porn. The
little Asian girl was on her knees rimming the fat older white guy.

I knew he came because I felt it.

Out of nowhere, it was like his insides had a seizure. They started
squeezing and convulsing around my dick, like they had to decided to finish
me off with a handjob. But so much better.

I creamed inside him right then. Then I collapsed on top of him.

His cum was squashed between our bellies.

After I caught my breath, I pulled my boxers out of his mouth and laughed.

He was a wreck. Cum all over him. Covered in sweat. Face red from tears. I
imagined I looked terrible too.

But I knew there was no way I was giving this up anytime soon.

Queer or not, he was a great fuck.



Garrett



After the fuck, Coach helped me up and we went to the showers. He rinsed me
off and had me soap and clean him up.

He was joking and it was like nothing had ever happened and we were two
friends.

But something had happened.

Coach had fucked me and I had sucked his dick. Nothing would ever be the
same.

I couldn't even admit it to myself then, it still hurt too bad and was too
confusing, but I had liked it.

It was the best cum I'd ever had. His dick inside me hurt. But it also felt
like it was stroking my dick from the inside out. When I finally gave in
and jacked off, it was the most intense nut imaginable.

I figured it would only get better now that I wasn't cherry.

And I'd never have to jerk those assholes off again.