Date: Sat, 8 Nov 2014 17:09:41 -0800
From: Chub Hubby <chubihubby@gmail.com>
Subject: Like Son Like Father Part 1

Like Son, Like Father Part 1 - Father

by Chub Hubby
chubihubby@gmail.com

Hearing a knock, Coach Mancini opened the door to his office and invited
Kevin Jeffries in.

"Mr. Jeffries please come in. It's so good to finally meet you," said the
Coach as he ushered in the large, well dressed black man. "I can certainly
see where your son gets his build. We are surely lucky to have your boy
Keith on our team."

"Thank you Mr. Mancini, he really seems to be thriving here."

"Please Mr. Jeffries, call me Coach, all the parents do," Said Coach
Mancini as he gestured to a chair for the bulky black man to sit in. Moving
around his desk the Coach sat down "So tell my what I can do for you."

Mr. Jeffries shifted nervously in his seat, his expensive suit hugged his
obviously muscled frame and his collar seemed just a little tight as he
twisted his neck, not quite sure how to continue.

"Coach, first off I have to say that Keith getting into this university has
been a god-send. He loves the school and the football program makes him
very happy." Jeffries shifted forward in his chair and looked sheepishly at
the coach, "but, well... I'm not really sure how to bring this up..."

"Please Mr. Jeffries, just let me know what's bothering you."

Jeffries looked the coach firmly in the eye and then lifted up the gym bag
he brought with him, set it on the coach's desk and opened it. "I found
this in Keith's room when he was home on break last week." He slowly opened
the gym bag, "when I asked him about it, Keith says that you had given it
to him to help his performance on field."

The coach leaned forward and saw a large, heavy, pale dildo sitting in the
gym bag. He looked up to the puzzled father and nodded, "Yeah, I gave that
to Keith."

Mr. Jeffries stared at the man in front of him, stunned. After what seemed
like minutes he spoke up, "Coach... I don't think I understand."

"Mr. Jeffries, your boy is, well, a special boy, and he needs, umm, well,
unique and untraditional attention in his training sometime.

Jeffries shifted in his seat again, "Coach I'm not sure what it is you're
telling me. Does Keith use this... on himself? And how could this possibly
help his training?"

Now it was Coach Mancini's turn to fumble awkwardly for what to say, "Look
Mr. Jeffries, I'm not sure if I should be talking to you about..."

"Coach just tell me, why would you give something like this to my son? Is
he... gay?"

Coach Mancini looked at the man in front of him and decided to just be
brutally honest, "Mr. Jeffries, your boy is many things. He is one of the
best football players I've ever had the honor to coach. He's the only
freshman player that I have ever put on the varsity first string roster. I
actually believe that if your son keeps his focus he could walk away with
the Heisman and a long career in the NFL. But sir, your boy is not just
gay, he is a cock-crazy, faggot cum hole, who spends most of his time away
from football, looking for the next dick he can get rammed up his ass."

The Coach took a breath and looked at the handsome black man in front of
him. Mr. Jeffries had a shocked look on his face, but no anger. Seeing that
he wasn't going to get assaulted by a furious father, Mancini continued.

"Mr. Jeffries the fact is that I had no interest in what my boys do away
from the field, but Keith's behavior was starting to affect the team.
Within a few weeks of starting practice this August he had more than
half-a-dozen teammates regularly fucking his ass and mouth. By the first
couple of weeks of the season, he had brought that number up to almost 20,
and had added most of my coaching staff. But our team was suffering, see
your boy was insatiable and was wearing them out.

"Now the odd thing was the more your boy whored himself out, the better he
played, he's the best tight end I have ever coached. So I gave him the
dildo to help keep his... needs satisfied, and I asked him to quit wearing
out his teammates each week.

"Believe me this was not a popular decision among the team. It seems your
boy is such a talented slut, that his teammates, and my staff, really
missed getting to fuck him regularly. So I made everyone a deal, if we win
the game that week, they can all fuck your son's cum hole from after the
game until midnight Monday morning. And I don't have to tell you, we are
having a winning season."

My Jeffries lowered his head into his hands. The Coach looked concerned
worried that he had gone too far. He just thought being as blunt as hell
would be the best way to proceed, and now it seems he was going to have a
distraught father on his hands for a while.

"Look, Mr. Jeffries... Kevin... Your boy Keith is who he is, I don't judge
him, and maybe you shouldn't either."

The coach watched and the large black man raised his head, his eyes
brimming with tears. "No coach, I'm not ashamed of my boy... I'm proud of
him. He's got the strength to live the life he wants without reserve.

"See Coach... I was very much like my boy when I was much younger. All I
could think of, and all I pursued, was dick. I was as much of a faggot cum
bucket as, it seems, my boy is, maybe even more. I started getting fucked
in Middle School, with a few fellow students and some of the teachers. But
by the time I reached my early twenties, it was made clear to me, by
certain family members who became aware of my behavior, that I had to stop
what I was doing, and `straighten up'. It's been more than twenty years
since I've had a nice big dick up my ass. But to hear that my boy has the
strength to live the life of the slut that I denied myself, well, it makes
me proud."

The two men looked at each other for a few silent seconds. Jeffries looked
at the coach in front of him, a man probably a few years older than
himself, a heavy man with muscle, olive skin, a thick dark mustache, and a
strong salt-and-pepper stubble on his face. Jeffries felt a tingle in his
tight bung, something he hadn't allowed himself to feel for years.
"Coach... you said my boy has even fucked some of your coaching staff."
Mancini shifted stiffly upright in his chair but remained silent. "Did you,
ever use my boys fuck hole coach?"

The Coach let the seconds tick by while looking deeply into the dark eyes
of the big man in front of him.

"Mr. Jeffries, I'm a married man, a father of three, almost fifty years
old. I love my wife and my kids and have lived a pretty uneventful life,
sexually speaking. But sir there is only so much a red-blooded man can do
when he is constantly presented with a hot, black, faggot, man-cunt almost
begging to get fucked. So, yes Mr. Jeffries, I have fucked your son, but no
more than two or three... dozen times."

Mancini leaned back into his seat and looked at the father in front of
him. Jeffries had started to perspire and his mouth was open and trembling
a bit. Something that looked odd in a man as large and imposing as he. The
Coach spread his legs wide and Mr. Jeffries licked his lips and lowered his
eyes to the imposing crotch of the big Italian stud in front of him.

Coach lowered his hand to his dick and gave it a strong squeeze and watched
the big black buck in front of him gasp. "Yeah Mr. Jeffries, I fucked your
son. I fucked him hard and long with my big fat cock. And you know what, no
matter how hard or long I pounded his faggot ass, no matter how much cum i
dropped in him, he always wanted more.

"Are you like your boy Mr. Jeffries? Do you want my thick Italian dick up
your faggot cunt?"

The black man looked up into the coach's eyes and gave a quivering nod of
submission.

"Well why don't you get over here and get my fucking cock out of my shorts
and lube it up for me."

Jeffries got up from his seat. A small thread of sweat rolled down from his
close cropped hair and made it's way to his exquisitely trimmed goatee. He
started taking off his suit jacket when the Coach stopped him, "No! Leave
the suit on. Get down on your knees and crawl over to my dick."

The black man looked stunned, then easily got to his knees and crawled
around the desk to the coach. Kneeling, Jeffries was still a little taller
than the coach was seated in his chair. The two men looked at each other
deeply, then the coach reached up an thickly, hairy muscled arm to grab the
back of the black man's head. Jeffries closed his eyes and leaned in to
kiss his son's coach.

"Whoa faggot! What the hell!" exclaimed the coach once he knew what the
black man wanted. "I don't kiss cocksuckers like you. I want you down on my
dick! Now!"

Jeffries looked stunned at first, then with a small slutty smile he dove
his head down onto the coach's crotch. The dick encased in the shorts had
grown to almost full hardness as the black man licked it through the cloth.

"Take it out bitch, I want your mouth on it."

Jeffries unbuttoned the coach's workout shorts and pulled them from the
man's ample frame as the coach lifted up his ass. The jockstrap that was
left could barely contain the massively thick cock that was reaching
maximum hardness. The black man leaned into the crotch and took a deep long
sniff. "Ahhh fuck I've missed that smell for so long"

The coach leaned up and pulled off his shirt and let his hands play across
his large hairy chest, tweaking his nipples and giving them a playful
tug. "Well, get it out faggot, that fat dick is not gonna suck itself."

Both men took a second to chuckle at this, The large black man in the
finely tailored suit letting go of years of repression and giving into his
basic, natural desires, and the hot, naked, straight stud who once again
gets the chance to use a faggot for his own pleasure.

Jeffries pulled the coach's jock strap off and then marveled at the thick
dark cock in front of him. It was at least eight inches long, massively
thick and uncut. The black man leaned in at let his tongue play around the
coach's foreskin before engulfing the head of the shaft. Mancini let out a
deep sigh, "ahhhhh, man there is nothing like a hungry faggot cocksucker to
take the edge off after a long day."

The black man then went to work sucking the magnificent cock, memories from
years ago of how much he loved sucking dick flooded his mind and he quickly
deep throated the massive fuck stick in front of him. He let the tightness
of his throat dissipate, and felt the shaft enter his throat. The coach
gasped in unexpected pleasure as Jeffries then pulled all the way back and
worked on the cock-head.

After a few minutes of this the coach was in heaven, "Goddammit! You are
one hell of a cocksucker, almost as good as your own faggot son." Coach
Mancini pulled the black man's head off his dick, lifted up his own thick,
hairy legs and pushed the man's head down to his tight hole. "I may not be
gay but I sure like when I can get a fag to work on my asshole. Your son
taught me that, so get down there and tongue me hard."

The smell of a sweaty hairy ass brought back so many memories to the large
black man. Memories of years ago when he was young and gave into his
submissive nature so well. The days of playing doctor with his boyhood
chums only to turn into a fuck-fest with him on his back taking dick after
dick. And further back to the day he remembered his first fuck from one of
the janitors at his middle school. He had left his books at school and had
to go back to pick them up. One of the janitors let him in and one thing
lead to another and the young black boy ended up in the basement bent over
a desk as his ass took an older man's dick. He remembered the pain of
getting his ass plowed by this tall white guy with a massive cock, but
somehow the years had turned it into a memory of intense pleasure. And he
must have loved it because that little black boy hunted up that same
janitor over the next year to get his boy cunt plowed and seeded over two
dozen times. And he remembered the teachers, and priests, and store clerks,
and mechanics, and cops and all the other men that he got to plow his ever
needy boy hole. He remembered the days that he came home with two or three
loads up his black boy cunt and how he would lay in bed and dig his fingers
into his ass, squeezing out all that cum and eating it like there was no
tomorrow. He was insatiable and there was always a man somewhere that would
oblige his perverted needs for cum.

Jeffries was pulled out of his remembrance as the coach moaned loudly at
the black man's rimming.

"God damn, if someone told me six months ago that I'd be lifting my legs to
let a faggot suck on my asshole, and be loving the hell out of it, I never
would have believed them," sighed the coach. "Okay faggot, back on my
dick."

Mancini pulled the black man's head off of his ass with two hands and
shoved it back onto his heavily leaking dick.

Jeffries pulled the coaches foreskin back and licked up and swallowed the
massive accumulation of pre-cum. He was now a man with no repressions
holding him back and he devoured the fat dick with immense vigor. He opened
his throat and let it slide far down his pipes, which made the coach moan
like a beast. The black man kept the cock buried, with his face planted
firmly in the coach's heavy black pubes and let his throat muscles massage
that fat Italian fuck rod. By now the coach was going crazy, he grabbed the
black man's head and started skull fucking him for all he was worth.

Jeffries gave in to this hot straight-man's will and allowed himself to be
used like the fucking faggot he now knew he truly was.

"Okay faggot get ready I got a huge load for you and you are gonna take
it," proclaimed Mancini as he brutally face fucked the large black
man. Jeffries started moaning, getting ready to drink his first load of cum
in over twenty years. He felt his own dick, rock-hard and pulsing in his
suit pants and just couldn't believe how easily he regressed into the
faggot cum drinker of his youth.

The coach was now fucking the black man's face harder than ever, and he
shoved his cock far down the faggot throat and let out a huge beast-like
groan as he dumped six huge cum shots down into Jeffries gullet. The black
man was quietly moaning as he felt the cum slip down to his stomach, and he
pulled his head back, determined to get his first taste of man cum in over
two decades. The coach let go of his last shot of cum, just as his cock
head pulled back and reached Jeffries' mouth. The black man moaned louder
now, tasting that salty, thick cum, letting it coat his tongue with it's
thick viscousness.

The coach slumped back into his chair as the black man continued to nurse
any fluids he could out of the pulsing cock in his mouth. "Fuck, now I see
where your boy gets all his faggot talents too," the coach chuckled.

Jeffries pulled his head reluctantly off the straight man's huge cock.
"Damn coach that was amazing, you really took me on a trip back to my days
of being a total cum slut. I gotta thank you" smiled the huge black man, as
just a bit of cum slipped out of his mouth and down his chin. "But I gotta
say, I was really hoping to get my ass rammed with that fat fucking dick of
yours. Maybe we could schedule it another time?"

The coach cocked an eye at the big black man in his expensive suit kneeling
in front of him, "what the hell makes you think we're done faggot? I got at
least one more load in here for you, and if you want it in that big black
ass of yours, we can make that happen."

Jeffries leaned back onto his heels and smiled like the slutty cum junkie
was.

End Part 1