Date: Wed, 28 Oct 2009 12:53:56 -0400
From: Evan <jockstrap923@gmail.com>
Subject: Big Jon the Linebacker 2

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Big Jon the Linebacker - part 2


Big Jon was sitting in the locker room. The shitty wooden bench was
cold. The big guy, all 6'5" and 285 pounds of him, leaned backwards
against the cold lockers. He closed his eyes and rested his handsome,
slightly bearded face for a minute. He cleared his mind (which wasn't
too difficult to do) and felt that itch. He'd had it off and on for
about three months. "It's just like any other itch," the big dumb jock
thought, "but it's like...in my butt." He could get away with
squirming around and itching it, and sometimes he'd have to leave
class to go to the bathroom and rub the outside of his hole, which was
enough.

Jon felt the cool locker room air blow over his new chest hair. The
kid opened his eyes and looked down, noticing how there was even more
hair. "Guess I'm growin' up," he thought as he rubbed his right hand
through the new fur. He felt his soft, strong pecs and his always hard
nipples. He ran his hand down his big belly. The sweaty jock rubbed
his hairy belly, which spread wide into his shorts. Sliding his hand
down his waistband, he adjusted his dick; it was soaking wet from the
sweat of practice.

"Big Jon!" Jon sat up, grabbing the bench. He must've dozed off with
his hand down his pants, and he was disoriented (which, again, wasn't
too difficult to do) - "Yeah?" said the jock, realizing it was Coach
Parson. "Step into my office," said the coach. He hadn't been called
into the head coach's office/medical room in a while. The coach had
Jon come over to his house for the injections; he met the student in
the garage and no one ever saw them together. Jon stood up, his big
chest puffing out, and walked to the office.

When he walked in, he saw Coach Mead sitting in one of the chairs by
the desk. Jon hoped he wasn't in trouble. He didn't think he would be,
especially after what happened with the assistant coach. But, he
wasn't sure. Coach Mead nodded at the huge jock, remembering how the
kid looked when the coach rode his fat dick, and the coach's own cock
started to fill with blood.

"Have a seat, son," said the coach. The two coaches wanted to review
some of the new plays with the kid; there was going to be an recruiter
from Kansas at the homecoming game Friday, so they wanted the jock to
get it down good. And, they knew him, and they knew he could use all
the studying he could get.

Jon stood up from leaning over the desk, looking at the plays. "I
think I got it, Coach," he said, sitting on the side of the exam bed.

"That reminds me, how's your lifting going?" Coach Parson asked the jock.

"Great," he said, and he saw Coach Mead nod.

The big coach looked at the jock. Coach Parson saw how much the young
man had transformed, putting on even more muscle and weight just over
the summer. And that's why the coach used the X-897 steroid too. Most
guys would take it for a while, like Coach Mead, and when they
stopped, most of the side effects went away. But Coach Parson was the
head coach, and he wanted to be the biggest, strongest part of the
whole team, coaches included. He was the same height as Big Jon but he
was easily over 300 pounds of muscle and fat. Every guy on the team
looked up to and respected the coach, for his tough attitude and his
toughness in the gym. Even the coaches were in awe. His wife liked it
too - they fucked a lot. He was only 42 but he could've fucked her
three or four times a day. Some days he did. Other days, he just had
to jerk off, and some nights he had wet dreams, waking up with soaking
wet shorts.

Coach Parson, with his heavy stubble and short black buzz cut, asked
the senior jock, "Any problems with the vitamins?"

"Nah," the jock replied. He thought a second. "Well, wait, I get this
itch..." Coach Parson looked at the kid, interested. He knew about
that itch. After a while, the coach got used to it, but it drove him
crazy. He wondered if it would happen to the kid. He probably had it
worse, being 17, he thought.

"Where's the itch?" asked the head coach. "It's kinda...up my butt?"
he said, smiling his dumb goofy grin. "I mean, I can itch it if I just
rub outside it, but it sucks."

The big coach stood up. His big bull dick was starting to chub, and he
had to adjust his shorts. He wasn't wearing a jock, yet. He knew of
one way to scratch that itch for a few days, and maybe even give the
kid some fun. He was in a little bit of a horny haze, he though, with
his wife being out of town for a few days. He was ready for her to
come back.

"OK, lean back on the table," said Coach Parson. The kid laid back and
rested his back and legs on the cold white paper. Coach Mead was
watching this with interest.

The head coach pressed on the kid's abdomen. It was firm, and the
coach felt the hair that covered the jock's stomach. "The kid's not
flabby but he's not buff," the man thought. "Perfect for his position
on the field.."

"Any pain?" The jock, staring down at the coach, shook his head. Coach
Parson grabbed the small stool on wheels and sat down, his huge
shoulders stretching his too-tight shirt. Coach Mead couldn't see, but
the head coach's cut dick and balls flopped out when he sat down,
hanging out over the stool. His shorts were a little short. No one
could see so he let them hang. He wheeled over to the end of the
table, by the kid's big size 14 feet. "Take off your shorts," the
coach said, lifting the leg rests. "Put your legs up in these."

Big Jon scooted off his shorts, and he was fully naked. He was naked
when he got the injections too. He was used to be nearly-naked for
scouts, so it wasn't a big deal to him, just part of being a high
school star athlete. He slid towards the coach and rested his thick,
hairy legs up. The kid's big nuts and dick flopped down between his
legs, hanging there while he got into position.

The coach reached over and got a tube of something out of a drawer.
"Alright Jon, you want to move your junk or you want me to do it,"
said the coach, jokingly.

Big Jon didn't get it. "I don't care," he said, assuming that it was
the coach's exam, so he'd know what was best. The head coach looked
over at Coach Mead, laughing. All the coaches made jokes about how
dumb the jock was, probably partly in jealousy, but also for a laugh.
Coach Parson shrugged, and squirted some KY on his right fingers. He
palmed Jon's nuts with his left hand, feeling the weight, the heat,
and most of all, the hair. He lifted the kid's nuts, and saw how hairy
his star player was underneath. The kid's whole ass was covered in
brown fur. The coach knew all about that too - because he was still
juicing, he was covered in black hair; his huge, thick chest and torso
were covered in black hair. He also had some on his shoulders, upper
arms and back. His ass was also covered in black hair.

Coach Parson had warmed the lube, and he rubbed some on the kid's
asshole. "How's that?" he said to Jon. "Yeah, that's what I
do...kinda," Jon said.

"Right," said the head coach. He wanted Coach Mead to see what he was
doing - after all, he might need to do it for the kid, too, and if he
ever took the hormone again. He nodded his head at the coach, who came
over and stood behind the big man on the stool. Coach Mead leaned his
hands down on his boss's shoulders, realizing how big they were. He
watched Coach Parson rub the kid's hole. He kept watching, and noticed
that the coach was slowly sliding a finger in, deeper and deeper. He
was unconsciously rubbing the head coach's shoulders as he watched in
amazement.

"You doing OK?" Coach Parson asked the kid. "Yeah, feels good..." said
the big dumb jock.

Coach Mead and Coach Parson both realized they were enjoying it too,
almost at the same time. Coach Mead started absent-mindedly running
his hand down the head coach's big chest, noticing his hard nipples
pointing out through the shirt. And Coach Parson noticed this, and it
felt good - his nipples were always extra sensitive - and he realized
he was boning up. He looked down to see that he had been leaking a lot
- there was a clear puddle on the black shiny floor, with a long
string with several drops on it hanging off the end of his 6 inch soft
dick, connected to the puddle. He was enjoying what he was doing and
what was being done to him, he guessed, so he went with it. His finger
was almost halfway up the kid's butthole, about two inches. And he had
thick fingers.

Of course, Coach Parson knew what was happening; the smell of the
kid's sweaty body was making them all horny. It was a side effect, but
not many knew about it - Coach Parson always tried to stay in control,
but the guys couldn't help it.

Coach Mead was now rubbing his hands inside the head coach's t-shirt,
running his hands through the forest of hair and running his fingers
over the man's hard nipples. He felt a stirring in his left hand, and
he noticed the jock's dick had started to stir. He worked his finger
around some more, and the dick continued to jump and thicken. As it
did, so did the coach's, watching it happen to the kid as it was
happening to him.

Both the coaches looked down and saw Coach Parson's big eleven inch
dick sticking out the bottom on his shorts, a huge head, wet and still
leaking. It was then that the head coach felt a wetness on his hand
and looked up - Big Jon was leaking all over his hand, a steady stream
gushing down his dick.

Coach Mead was amazed at these studs, so hard and leaking so much
juice. He grabbed the other stool and sat behind the head coach. He
reached around and lifted up his shirt, noticing the hair on his back,
and felt the front, his big firm gut covered in hair. He raised it up
and felt his chest, and he started to play with each of Coach Parson's
hard nipples, gently, rolling them and rubbing them.

The head coach was loving this, and he slid his finger all the way in.
Jon inhaled and exhaled, and the coach felt his asshole release. He
angled his finger up and back, searching, and found it; he rubbed and
asked, "How's that feel?"

Big Jon couldn't believe how it felt. It felt awesome. "Man, feels so
good, like scratching an itch," he thought. (Which was exactly what it
was.) His whole body relaxed, as if he were having a massage. He
spread his legs a little wider, enjoying the thick finger. Coach
Parson saw this, and let go of the jock's nuts. They flopped into his
open right hand, and his thick teen dick fell with a splat on his fur
covered gut.

Meanwhile, Coach Mead was working the head coach's nipple with his
left hand, and lowered his right hand to the head coach's big dick. He
ran his hands underneath, in the stream of pre-cum, feeling it drip in
his hand. He reached up and grabbed the five inches sticking out of
the man's shorts leg, soaking it even more, working the plump head. He
was amazed at the heat of the coach's dick as he played with the big
man's nipple with his other hand.

Coach Parson couldn't stand it any more, sitting here with the jock's
nuts in his face, which were ripe with sweat and pre-cum. He was
getting horny and he wanted, he needed, to get off. He knew the other
guys needed to also. That's all it was about to him; getting off.

Coach Parson removed his hand from the kid's hole and stood up. His
big cock, curving upward, stuck out from his shorts. He dropped the
shorts and took off his shirt. Big Jon looked down at the hulking man;
all the guys had seen him in the shower and saw how hairy he was and
how thick his dick was. He just laid there, letting the coach do
whatever he had to do.

The head coach's dick was so hard, and he needed to fuck. He knew the
kid was horny too, seeing how much he was leaking and how itchy his
prostate was. He knew he'd like it. Coach Parson lined up the head of
his thick dick at the jock's butthole and pushed forward. The head
slid right in as the big jock let out a deep breath. The coach slid
forward and all eleven inches sank into the kid's ass. Jon was amazed
at how heavy the coach's dick felt up his butt. It slid in, then it
slid up, and about four inches of coach dick rubbed his butt nut. The
jock moaned as the coach bottomed out.

Coach Mead stood up, getting naked. He wasn't even close to being as
in shape as his boss, but he was hairy, and he was strong. He was
almost a foot shorter than Coach Parson though, and it secretly
intimidated the assistant coach. His own hard cock bounced out when he
lowered his shorts. He moved the stools and stood behind the big man,
looking over and down. The head coach had a forest of hair on his
lower abdomen, and it stretched down to his dick and legs. The man's
thick, strong dick was sliding in and out of the jock's butt. Coach
Mead looked up at the kid, who seemed lost in a daze. He noticed the
jock's cock was spewing clear juice all over his gut, and it was
running down the side of his big body onto the paper.

The shorter coach stroked his own dick, watching the head coach fuck
the teen star jock. He slid all his cock out of the hairy hole except
the head, then would slide it in all the way with slow, deep strokes.
Coach Mead was rubbing his dick on his boss's leg, watching the head
coach's dick pump the kid's butthole.

Coach Parson looked down at the man. "You want a turn?" he asked him.
Coach Mead nodded quickly, eager to reverse the roles on the kid and
feel his wet, tight hole. Coach Parson slid out of the tight asshole,
and Big Jon sighed. Coach Parson looked at the kid's stubble and
laughed. He stepped back, and pulled out the stool from the bed for
the shorter man.

The hairy fireplug of a coach stood on the stool, grabbed his hard
dick, and pushed it right up the jock's hole. Jon made a noise, like a
grunt or a moan. The coach's head was swimming; he'd never fucked ass
before, and he thought how tight his must have been when he rode the
kid's meat. He looked down and saw it, hard and leaky. He reached down
and lifted it up, watching as the tip opened and a blob flowed out,
streaming down with the rest. He felt the jock's hole squeeze when he
did it too. That gave him an idea, and stroked the kid a little, and
his already tight hole got even tighter around his cock.

Coach Mead closed his eyes, lost in the warmth wrapped around his
dick, squeezing and rubbing the teen dick to tighten up his hole. He
didn't notice Coach Parson getting behind him and squatting down. The
huge man wrapped his arms around his assistant coach. Coach Mead
looked down at the hairy forearms and heard the coach whisper to him,
"It's your turn now." Coach Parson wanted him to know who was boss.

The smaller coach felt his boss's dickhead in his crack, and he
shivered. The coach pushed up and the head found the hole. He nudged
it for a second, then pushed harder. Coach Mead lead out a gasp as the
big dick speared his asshole open, just like the jock he was fucking
did to him. Coach Parson stood up on his feet and pushed the last inch
up the man's asshole. He held it in deep, and pulled the assistant
coach back and up. Coach Mead felt his feet leave the ground as the
head coach stood taller.

Coach Parson started raising and lowering the smaller coach, his huge
thick erection lodged deep up Mead's ass, widening the coach's hole.
He was using the assistant coach to fuck the thick jock laying flat on
his back.

Big Jon felt the coach's cock widen a little, and he looked down
towards his feet and realized Coach Mead was also getting fucked. And
that Coach Parson was using Coach Mead to fuck his jock hole.  Big Jon
knew he wasn't going to last long.

"How's that feel, Mead, huh?" the older man said. "I saw the tapes.
You forget about the camera, huh?" Coach Parson didn't stop fucking as
he was talking, and Coach Mead could barely keep from shooting a load.
"I saw you ride the kid's dick. I'm in charge. I do the fucking. Don't
fuck anyone in my gym again without my permission." The head coach
kept fucking Jon with Coach Mead, and Mead leaned back, feeling the
scratchy hair against his back. This changed the angle a little, and
the thick meat was going deeper inside the man. Coach Mead was ready
to shoot.

Big Jon looked down at the hairy, thick, manly men fucking him. He saw
Coach Mead raise and lower with each thrust - he looked at the floor
and saw that the younger coach was fully impaled on Parson's coach
meat, and that his head coach was using the assistant coach to fuck
him. 'Aw, shit guys...' said Big Jon, and Coach Mead looked down.

"Aw fuck," said the younger coach, and Coach Parson thrust harder.
Mead felt the big prick up his ass, and looked down as his cock slid
as deep as it could go in Big Jon's used, puffy jock hole. He blew his
load up the kid's butt, the orgasm enhanced by the thick eleven inches
up his ass. Big Jon looked at the hairy coach as he came, watching his
face contort. He felt the dick pump a load of coach cream up his ass,
as Jon kept leaking. Coach Mead never stroked him fast enough to cum,
and he wanted to.

Coach Parson relaxed his legs, and his assistant coach slid out of the
hairy jock ass. He slid his long snake out of the coach's hole, as the
coach let out a long moan. Jon gasped at the head coach's dick - it
looked as big as ever, and he knew what was going to happen.

Coach Parson stepped forward and ran his heavy dick around the kid's
big, full balls. Jon moaned, and the coach felt all the hair against
his dickhead. He aimed lower, and slid forward, and again Jon had the
coach's big cock right up his butthole. This time, he felt bigger, and
it felt good.

The head coach was ready to shoot. He leaned forward, resting his arms
on either side of his star athlete while he pumped his butt, his face
a foot or two from the kid's. The big dumb jock felt the coach's hot
breath on his face. Jon looked at this hairy beast fucking him - the
coach's sweat was dripping off the wet hair covering his body, and Jon
saw the long, black hairs dripping sweat from his armpit. That pushed
the horny jock right over the edge, and he moaned - the coach looked
down and saw Big Jon's big dick spit up about twelve shots of thick
white jock cream all over his hairy chest and stomach.

The jock's orgasm squeezed his hole tight, and Coach Parson shoved his
cock in deep. He growled as he unloaded a ton of cum in the boy's
butt. His cock kept pumping and squeezing out its load, and it started
to leak from the jock's asshole, sliding out around his dick. The
coach left his dick inside the kid for a minute or two until it got
soft and he was done. He stood up and noticed Coach Mead was gone, and
also noticed the shower was on.

"That feel better, kid?" the coach said. "You can just use your finger
to scratch it that way anytime."

Jon sat up, his head woozy from what just happened. He looked over at
the man, his head coach, covered in hair, thick muscles and weight,
and he nodded. "Thanks." He noticed the head coach stood tall and
cocky, che