Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2000 22:09:22 EDT
From: EBayBarber@aol.com
Subject: Coach is Fair

Coach is Fair
Copyright 2000

When I got back to my locker, they jumped me.  Maybe I'd stared at their
cocks to long in the shower.  Or maybe my fuck-buddy David had opened his
mouth at the wrong time.  All I know is there I was with one hunky football
player twisting my arm behind me in a hammerlock, and the other holding an
empty equipment bag over my head-I guess they figured that blinded I would
struggle less.  They were wrong; only the pain in my arm-and maybe the
fantasy of what lay in store-kept me from breaking free.  It had started
innocently enough.

Robert, Josh, and I had been fooling around during football practice.  I
guess Coach was in a bad mood that day.  Instead of the usual two laps around
the football field, he made us do five.  So that put the three of us half an
hour later into the showers, well after the rest of the guys had taken off.
Alone in the showers with two of the hunkiest guys on the senior squad.
Well, wouldn't you have looked?

I'd seen them both naked before, lots of times.  Even more if you counted my
night-time jerk-off sessions, when I'd seen them in my dreams.  Robert was
tall, like 6'4", and all muscle.  He had almost no hair, just tufts under his
arms and a bush around his cut cock, which hung down a long 5" when soft-I'd
never seen it hard, just fantasized about it a lot.  Josh was around 6 feet,
light skinned, gorgeous green eyes-or so all the girls thought, and a mop of
blond hair.  His cock looked much smaller, and he had tiny balls, despite
being a good-sized guy.

As for me?  My name is Alex.  I'm a senior, as you probably surmised.  I'm
close to 6 feet tall and  weigh about 170.  I'm all muscled up-big pecs, a
tight ass and six pack-the results of many hours working out on my home gym
set.  My hair is also blond, only I have blue eyes.  My cock's small when
it's soft, only 3 or 4 inches, but a respectable six and a half inches when
hard.

I was a little slow showering, so I was the last to leave.  Robert and Josh
had toweled off and headed for their lockers, or so I thought.  I turned off
the water, dried myself, wrapped the towel around me (hey, so I'm modest).  I
was just reaching for my lock when Robert, I think it was, snuck up and
started twisting my arm behind my back.

Before I could react, or even say, "Hey!" Josh had thrown an equipment bag
over my head, blinding me and trapping my other arm.  I felt the towel slip
from around my waist.  So there I was, naked and trapped by two also-naked
high school football players.

I felt myself being pushed and pulled down the row of lockers and around a
corner.  When I heard a door open I figured out where they were taking me-to
one of the rooms where they store gym stuff when it's not in use.  I heard
the lights click on, then the door close behind us.

I felt myself pushed up against something, then held there for a few seconds.
 The silence was deafening; I guess they were trying to figure out what to do
next.  "Get something to tie his hands with," I finally heard Robert say.
"There's some tie-down straps over there."

I felt Josh moving away.  Then I felt him grab my free arm and tug.  He
wrapped something around my wrist and pulled.  I finally figured out where I
was.  I was leaning against a horse, the kind they do long jumps over.  Josh
had one of my arms over it, and was tying my wrist to one of the legs.  Then
Robert let him have my other arm.  Soon it, too, was tied tight.  At last
someone removed the equipment bag from over my head and I could look around.

I looked around.  Robert and Josh looked back, grinning.  "I saw you checking
us out in the shower," Robert said.  "I haven't gotten laid in almost a
month, and I figured you wouldn't mind.  Actually, I figured a cocksucker
like you would like it.  As for Josh," Robert pointed at him, "He's NEVER
been laid.  So I figured he could start with a blow job while I was fucking
you.  Then if he's got anything left, then he can fuck you."

Robert paused and added, "How does THAT sound, fag?"  Robert waited for me to
say something.  I just stared, not sure whether to be frightened or happy.
Robert reached for my head and yanked me up by the hair.  "I asked you a
question, faggot.  You WANT me to fuck you, don't you?"

I decided I had to reply.  Maybe they'd take it easy on me.  "Yes, Robert," I
said.  "I want you to fuck me."

Josh decided HE had to get into the act.  He reached out and grabbed my chin
in his hand and squeezed.  "You want to suck my cock, don't you, fagboy?"

"I'll suck on your cock," I replied.  Then I grinned and said, "A cock like
yours, it's hardly a mouthful."

I guess Josh was self-conscious about being small.  He reached his arm back,
as if to slug me.  Robert quickly grabbed it and said, "Hey, no marks.  You
can fuck him and let him suck you off, but NO marks.  Got it?  Now, get in
front of him and let him take care of you."

Someone had conveniently piled some floor mats in front of the horse, so when
Josh climbed on top of them, his cock was about level with my head bent over
the horse.  "Open up, faggot," Josh said.  "Get me hard, then keep sucking."

Josh rested his hands on my shoulders and thrust his crotch in my general
direction.  I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, hunting around for his
cock.  Josh moved around, to line it up.  I felt the soft, smooth head on my
tongue.  I felt my own cock stiffening.  Josh's wasn't the first cock I'd
ever sucked, but I really didn't have MUCH experience.  But my cock, at
least, knew that I enjoyed sucking other cocks, even if my mind hadn't
totally decided I was gay.

I licked and sucked, and felt Josh's cock hardening in my mouth.  I had my
nose buried in Josh's pubic hair; his cock was small enough that I had no
trouble holding it's entire length in my mouth.  Indeed, I opened my mouth
and started fishing around for Josh's balls.  I started licking one, working
it around in its sac, 'til I popped into my mouth.  I kept hunting and poking
and sucking.  I guess I have a talented tongue or something; I'd soon lined
up Josh's other ball and sucked it in.  Now THAT finally filled my mouth.
But it sure felt good, having Josh's cock rubbing along the top of my mouth
as I ran my tongue over and around his balls.

Josh grunted and groaned and commented, "Hew, Robert.  This cocksucker's got
my cock AND balls in his mouth.  This dude's good!"

Robert taunted back, "No wonder he can do them both.  My dog's got a bigger
cock than yours.  In fact, I think my sister's CAT has a bigger cock."  Josh
flushed in embarrassment and made up for it by thrusting his hips forward,
forcing his cock further into my mouth.

In the meantime, Robert had not been idle.  I sensed that he was working on
his cock, rubbing his hand up and down, getting it nice and hard.  I felt his
hand on my ass.  It was kind of gooey.  "I found some suntan lotion in my gym
bag," Robert said.  "I don't want to split you open with my cock.  Then
there'd be nothing left for next time," Robert sniggered.

I felt one finger pressing into my asshole, then a second.  They hurt, until
I managed to relax my ass.  The lotion helped.  Robert withdrew his fingers.
Then I felt him pressing the tip of his cock against my ass crack, as if to
let me know that HE, at least, was well hung.  I don't have much experience
with cocks, like I said, so I can't say for sure how big it was.  It sure
felt like it was nine or ten inches, and fat.  I knew I was in for a rough
time.

"Ready, faggot?" he asked.  I braced myself and tried to relax.  Robert
pushed.  I almost blacked out at the incredible pain as his cock forced my
sphincter open.  Through the cloud of pain I heard Josh yell and felt him
slapping my face.  In my pain I had bit down on his cock when Robert entered
me.  I opened my mouth and Josh popped his cock and balls out.

"That's not funny," Josh whined.  "A cocksucker like you should be able to
take it at both ends.  I'm gonna stick it in again, and if you bite me, I'll
rip your head off.  Got it, faggot?"

I took the opportunity, with my mouth free, to tell Robert, "Hey man, hold it
there, please.  Let my ass adjust before you press it in, or you'll rip me
open.  Go slow."  Robert relented, holding still with the head and but a
couple of inches of his cock up my ass.  I felt some more goop-Robert had
slathered on some more suntan lotion.  "Thanks, man," I told him.

Robert pushed and I gasped.  Now Josh took the opportunity, since my mouth
was open, to shove his cock back in.  Since it was small, I hardly noticed.
I started sucking on it, as much to keep my mind off the pain in my
ass-literally-as to enjoy myself.  Robert pushed some.  Then I realized he
had stopped pushing.  I could fell his pubes tickling my ass.  He was all the
way in!

"Hey, this fucker's taking it all!  Even my girl bitches when I stick it all
the way in," Robert said.  I felt him bracing his arms on my shoulders, then
felt him pull his hips back.  His cock slid most of the way out of my ass.
That seemed to take forever; the dude was hung.  Then he was sliding it back
in.

Robert was nice about it, he used slow and easy strokes, not the fast, hard
fuck I would have expected.  "You're tight, man" Robert commented as he slid
his cock back up my ass.  "I like that.  Of course I'm opening you up, so
Josh's gonna have a hard time fucking you, he's so small.  Aren't you, Joshy
boy?" Robert grinned over my shoulder at Josh, who was managing to have a fun
time getting a blow job, small cock or not.

"It's not how big it is, but how often.  That's what they say," Josh said.

"Whatever you say, dude,"  Robert replied.  "Just how often have you gotten
it?  Once.  And it was from a guy.  I wouldn't be bragging too much if I was
you.  Why, I bet this faggot's gotten it more than you have."  Robert asked
right into my ear, "How many times have you made it with a girl, fag boy?"

Robert had paused in his thrusting with his cock all the way in.
Unfortunately, his cock had just tickled my prostate-boy did that feel great!
 I felt my ass muscles tightening up and my throat caught.  I couldn't answer
for a few seconds.  Come to think of it, I also had something in my mouth
that prevented me from replying right away.

Finally I was able to push Josh's cock and balls out of my mouth-he'd gotten
them back in and was moving his hips back and forth, face-fucking me I think
they call it.  "Three times," I replied proudly.  Then defiantly I added,
"Four times, if you count your sister!"

That was the wrong thing to say.  Robert pulled his sword way back and shoved
it up my asshole hard.  Really hard.  Lucky for Josh he hadn't stuck his cock
back in my mouth or I'd have bit it clean off.  I gave a yell of pain as
Robert said, "Shut up about my sister, fag boy! And shut up, too, about my
fucking.  You like this.  All you fags like to get fucked."  Robert saw
Josh's hardon dangling in from of my mouth and said, "Get that thing back in
the faggot's mouth.  We haven't got all day.  We have to get done before
Coach locks up."

Josh took hold of his cock and fed it back into my mouth.  He got back into
his easy rhythm, sliding his hips back and forth.  Robert fucked me hard for
a while, then started slowing down.  I'm not sure whether he wanted to be
easy on my ass or he enjoyed slow fucking.

Suddenly the door to the equipment room swung open.  Much of the light was
eclipsed by a wide man standing in the doorway.  I could not see him, but
heard him, "I heard shouting.  What the fuck is going on in here?"  Then he
figured it out, not that it was hard (well, three of us were hard; I couldn't
tell about Coach).

I felt the pop as Robert pulled his cock out of my ass.  Josh, too stepped
back and his cock slipped out of my mouth.  Finally I could turn to see
Coach.  And what a sight he was!

Coach wasn't tall, maybe 5'8" or so, but wide.  He weighed maybe 230, but
most of it was muscle.  He'd been a guard or center or something in college,
he'd even played pro for half a season, maybe.  Coach looked Jewish-maybe
Eastern European-curly black haired, pointy nose, dark eyes that crinkled
when he smiled.  Coach had a hairy chest and moderately hair arms.  I'd never
seen him naked.  I guess he was cut; they say Jews always are.  I was about
to find out.

Coach moved further into the room and closed the door behind him.  "Hey, you,
boy," Coach said.  I guess he was talking to me.  "You mind what they're
doing?"

"Not much, Coach," I said, "But they've gotten ME horny."  It dawned on me
where this might be leading so I added, "I hope I get MY turn to get off."

"You will," Coach said.  "It's only fair."  Then he turned to Robert and Josh
and said, "You heard the boy.  He wants it.  But hurry up.  The boy's horny
and wants his turn.  Come to think of it, I'M horny and I want MY turn."  I
noticed that the towel round Coach's waist was tenting out a bit.  I guess
I'd soon find out what was under there.

Robert had started blushing and had lost his hardon when the Coach had come
in.  Now he started stroking his meat, getting it hard again.   He aimed his
cock at my asshole and pushed.  It slid in real easy; I guess my ass hadn't
minded being interrupted by Coach's entrance.  I sensed Coach moving closer
to us.  I guess he wanted an up-close view of two high school jocks having
sex with a third.  I know I'D have moved closer to the show!

Josh had also lost his woody when Coach came in.  Now he thrust his softie at
my mouth and said, "Get me hard, faggot."  Maybe he hoped to score points
with Coach with his rough talk.

It didn't work.  I had Josh hard and he was back to fucking my mouth when
Coach looked over at him and said, "I always figured you for a small one,
Josh, but I didn't think it'd be THAT small.  Good think you place 'ball so
well-I don't like having little boys on my team."

I smirked as best I could with a cock and balls in my mouth.  I looked up and
saw that Josh's face was flushing-I knew he'd never live that down  (sure
enough, we soon started calling him 'mouse dick.'  Then someone shortened it
to 'mouse.'  Hell, even the GIRLS started calling him 'mouse.'  Josh was NOT
pleased when the girls found out why the guys were calling him 'mouse.'  Come
to think of it, he didn't get may dates after that.  But I'm sort of
wandering.  Kind of surprising considering I had a fat cock up my ass and
another cock in and out of my mouth, even if it WAS kind of small.)

I felt Robert picking up his pace, so I guess he was close.  Then I realized
I'd been tasting some sticky stuff on my tongue; Josh had evidently been
leaking pre-cum for a while.  Josh gave a grunt and I tasted hot jism in my
mouth.  As expected, it sort of dribbled out.  But it was tasty!

Instinctively I tightened up my ass, as best I could considering how full it
was.  It was enough to set Robert off.  Robert gave a yell, "I'm cumming!"
He tightened his grip on my shoulders.  Seconds later I felt him spurting his
seed up my ass.  He kept thrusting his hips and spurting and grunting, "Fuck,
yes!  Fuck, man!  I'm cumming.  Aaah!"  Robert slowed down his pumping and
yelling.  He also relaxed his grip on my shoulders-good, since his claws were
starting to hurt.

Robert stood there panting for a few seconds.  Josh stood there with a
softening cock in my mouth.  Then Coach spoke up, "Okay, guys, now it's our
turn.  Robert, get your cock out of there."  He pulled out, with an audible
'pop.'  "Josh, untie Alex's hands."  Josh bent down and undid the tie downs
from the horse stand.  I stood up and felt my back creak.  I undid the straps
from my wrists, then rubbed them to get the circulation back into them.  The
three of us then stood there, waiting to see what was next.  We didn't have
to wait long...

Coach said, "Robert, get against the horse where Alex was."  Robert quickly
moved against the horse.  "Bend over," Coach told him.  Then to me he said,
"Tie up his hands, like he had yours tied up.  I don't want him moving too
much when I start."

I grabbed the tie downs, and attached them to Robert's wrists, kind of
tightly.  Robert looked like he was going to complain.  I smirked at him and
mouthed, "Shut the fuck up, or I'll suggest to Coach that we hang a barbell
from your balls.  You'd like that, right?"  Robert stopped struggling.  I
bent down and tied off the other end of the tie downs to the base of the
horse, so that Robert was way bent over it, his ass in the perfect place to
do whatever Coach wanted to do to it.  Come to think of it, Robert's mouth
was also very accessible.

Coach said to me, "Get up there in front of Robert."  I got up on the mats
and faced him.  Robert's mouth was about even with my cock, which was, of
course, sticking straight out.  I moved closer, getting ready to stick it
into Robert's mouth.  Coach interrupted me.  "Turn around."  I did, now my
ass was to Robert.  "Back up," Coach ordered me, "And spread your cheeks.
Robert's going to clean out your ass."

Robert started to whine, "Coach, his ass!  It's full of--"  About then I'd
reached behind me, held my ass open wide, and moved back against Robert's
face.

Coach said, "It's YOUR cum.  You made the mess, now you clean it up."  I
sensed Coach moving forward.  I soon found out why; he'd reached between
Robert's legs and grabbed hold of his balls.  "I want to see your tongue
lapping at Alex's asshole.  Now!"  Coach must have punctuated that 'now' with
a squeeze of Robert's balls, I felt a tongue halfway up my shit chute.  I
moaned out loud, it felt so good.  I wiggled around, and felt Robert's tongue
poking and prodding and licking.  God did it feel great!

In the meantime, Josh had been standing around waiting for HIS orders.  Coach
said, "Josh, get down here and get me lubed up."  I glanced over my shoulder.
 Coach was standing there, naked, his towel at his feet.  Coach was cut, like
I thought.  He was also well hung, a fat, juicy (Coach was leaking a bit)
eight- or nine-inch cock jutted out from a mass of black, curly hair.
Coach's balls would have been hidden in the jungles if they hadn't been so
big.  If Josh only knew how lucky he was as he knelt there in front of the
Coach, getting ready to chow down.

Coach grabbed hold of Josh's ears and pulled him forward.  "Open up," he
ordered.  Josh opened his mouth and Coach impaled him on his cock.  Josh
struggled a bit, I guess he wasn't used to having something that long and fat
down his throat.  Coach relented and pulled back, letting Josh catch his
breath.  Coach said, "Ready?" and shoved his cock back in.

Coach fucked Josh's mouth a few times as Robert sucked the cum out of my ass.
 Coach then pushed Josh off of him and said, "Now get Robert's ass all wet so
I can fuck him."  Josh looked at Coach like he hadn't heard.  Coach smacked
him on the side of the head and said, "I'm fucking one of you.  If you want
it to be Robert, started getting his ass ready."  Josh looked down at the
monster hanging between Coach's legs and scooted over and started rimming
Robert.

I was getting kind of tired, what with my cock hanging out and doing nothing
(except being filled with a whole lot of blood and rapidly losing a lot of
pre-cum).  "Coach," I said, "Can I turn around?"

Coach looked up at me and said, "Just a minute."  He grabbed Josh by the
scruff of the neck and pulled him out of the way.  He moved behind Robert and
lined up the tip of his cock with Robert's asshole.  He then pried Robert's
asshole open and shoved a bit, making sure he was lined up.  Without further
ado, he pushed his cock all the way in.

Robert gave a yell as Coach said "Now" to me.  With Robert's mouth wide open,
I had no trouble shoving my own, well, six and a half inches down Robert's
throat.  Robert closed his mouth around my cock.  THAT felt good!  I moved my
hips back, pulling my cock out a bit, then shoved them forward.  I soon got
into an easy rhythm fucking Robert's mouth.

Coach noticed that Josh was now not doing anything so he said, "Get over
behind me.  I want YOU rimming me while I'm fucking Robert.  I'd better feel
your tongue on my prostate or I'll start fucking YOU."  Josh moved behind
Coach, who stopped moving, with his cock way up Robert's ass.  Josh knelt,
then leaned forward.  For a virgin, he sure was getting a workout!  Coach
seemed satisfied that Josh was doing a good job; he soon resumed a steady
rocking motion as his cock moved in and out of Robert's ass.

In the meantime, I started getting close.  I tried thinking all sorts of
awful thoughts, but it wouldn't stop.  I gave a shout, "I'm cumming!" (I know
it's not original, but it was the only think I could think of at the time, my
mind being kind of preoccupied and all.)  I shoved my cock in as far as I
could, took hold of the back of Robert's head and held it against my crotch
as I spurted and spurted.  I must have cum a gallon, anyways, it was more
than I'd ever cum in my life.  Robert took it, and tried to swallow, but of
course half of it ran down his chin.  A bunch also dripped onto the mats
below Robert's mouth.

At last I felt empty.  I stood there, my cock still buried down Robert's
throat, as I tried to catch my breath.  I heard whining and looked down to
see Robert struggling to catch his breath.  I said, "Sorry," and popped my
cock out of his mouth.  Robert gasped as he tried to clear his throat of all
the gooey cum I'd just spurted down there.

Coach looked up at me.  "You're young and randy.  You got another load in
there?"  I grinned, and said, "Sure.  But it might take a bit longer to get
out."  Coach replied, "Josh can do it, I know he can.  And while he's sucking
you off, I want you to finger fuck him.  Seems his ass hasn't been plugged
yet."  Coach turned back to me and said, No, YOU come down here.  I'LL finger
fuck him while he's sucking you off."

I climbed down from the mats.  Magically, my cock was rock hard again.  Coach
said, "Get up there on the horse next to Robert."  I climbed up and spread my
legs.  "Josh, get your mouth on that cock and your ass in reach of my hand,"
Coach ordered.  I guess Josh didn't move fast enough to suit Coach; he
smacked Josh a hard one on his ass as he moved into position.

Josh looked up at me.  I just smirked back at him.  "Start sucking," I said.
Josh took hold of my cock and started licking on it.  "Mmmm," I said, "That
feels great.  Now run your tongue around the head."  Josh did, and I sighed.
This was turning into a GREAT afternoon!

Then Josh gave a screech.  Coach said, "Sorry, I forgot to lube this," and
pulled his hand back from Josh's ass.  Coach shoved his hand in my direction
and said, "Alex, get a couple of fingers wet."

I took hold of Coach's hand and pulled in towards my mouth.  "I'll do three,"
I said, grinning, "Just in case!"  Josh glared up at me from where my cock
was halfway down his throat.  He couldn't very well do anything about it, so
he didn't try.

I took hold of Coach's hand.  One of his fingers had the sweet, musky smell
of boy-ass.  Yum!  I sucked on it greedily, like I could suck boy-essence
from it.  I held Coach's wrist and took another finger into my mouth.  I
moved Coach's wrist and he was soon finger fucking my mouth, with two of his
fingers.  Then three of them.  What with a mouth on my cock, I was in heaven!

Coach said, "I don't think you're going to get much cum of them.  Let me have
them back so I can put them to use."  Reluctantly I gave Coach back his hand.
 He moved it behind Josh's ass.  "I'll start with one finger," he said, "then
build up to three."  Josh winced as he said this, then winced again as Coach
started with the first finger.

What a picture we must have made.  Coach, manly Coach, with his humongous
cock up Robert's ass and a couple of fingers up Josh's ass.  Josh bent over,
sucking on my cock.  "Alex," Coach said, "Reach out a hand and take care of
Robert."  I bent over, and best I could reached for Robert's cock.  Then I
had an idea, and slid my hand down further until I could grab hold of his
balls.  I took a good hold and squeezed a bit.  Robert gave a yell, "What the
fuck!"  I said, "That's for tying me up."  I gave another squeeze, and Robert
yelled.  "That's for letting some of my cum spill on the floor."  I gave
another squeeze, really hard, and Robert gave a roar of pain.  "That's," I
stopped, I couldn't think of what that was for, other than that it was fun!

"That's enough," Coach said.  "Start working on his cock."  Then to Robert he
said, "Let me know when you're going to cum so Josh can take care of it."  I
took hold of Robert's cock, which was hard by the way-I guess he LIKED having
Coach's bat up there.  I know I would!

Just then Coach said, "I have an idea."  Turning to Josh he said, "Your ass
is cherry, isn't it?"  Josh nodded, reluctantly.  I guess he had an idea of
what was to follow.  Turning to me Coach said, "Get down off there, Alex.
Your cock is plenty lubed."  After I'd hopped down from the horse, Coach said
to Josh, "Turn around and bend over.  Lean on the horse and spread your
legs."  Coach looked at me and said, "Go for it."

Josh's butt sure looked inviting as he stood there next to where Robert was
tied.  My cock was certainly ready-I don't think it had ever been so hard.  I
moved close up behind Josh and aimed my cock at his hole.  "Ready?" I asked,
then pushed.  I guess he wasn't ready-he sure yelled like he wasn't.  Now
come on, I'm not THAT big!  My cock sure slid in all the way up to my pubes
like it was no big deal.
As I started fucking Josh, Coach said, "Do Robert while you're at it.  And
this time, try not to make him scream too much."  I grinned back at Coach and
reached my hand under Robert.  I found his cock, still full up, and started
jerking him off.  I found if I did it in time to my own fucking it was easy
not to lose my balance.

As I fucked, I thought back on the afternoon.  I'd been fucked myself, and
given a blow job.  I'd been rimmed-boy was THAT great!  I'd gotten a blow
job, and was now fucking someone.  About the only thing I hadn't done was do
anything to the Coach.  Oh well, there was always tomorrow's practice!

I saw Coach speeding up his fucking, so I did the same.  I also moved my hand
faster on Robert's cock.  Robert came first.  He yelled, then I felt his cock
engorge in my hand.  I kept pumping, and sensed he was spurting, onto the
horse or the floor.  He sure made a mess in my hand!

Robert's cumming made him tighten up his ass, and I could tell that Coach was
cumming.  He grunted with each spurt as he shoved his cock deep into Robert's
ass.  Finally he held it there, buried to the proverbial hilt, and stood
there catching his breath.

Then I came.  I shoved my cock as hard as I could into Josh's ass and held it
as I spurted, then spurted some more.  Then I stood there, catching my
breath.  I watched in awe as Coach pulled his slimy cock slid out of Robert's
ass.  He looked around for something to wipe it on.  "Go get a towel, Alex,"
he order.

Without thinking, I just pulled my cock quickly out of Josh's ass.  It made a
farting sound as it was emptied.  I couldn't find anything in the storage
room, so I went out looking around the gym.  I found a couple of towels, and
brought them back in.  I handed one to Coach and used the other to wipe off
my cock.

By then Josh was unfastening Robert's wrists.  He stood there rubbing them to
get the circulation back into them.  Coach stood there, wiping off his
monster member, then handed Robert the towel so he could wipe off his ass.  I
handed my towel to Josh so he could do his own ass.

The Coach said, "We're forgetting about Josh, here.  He's only gotten off
once.  Robert, on your knees and take care of him.  And be quick about it or
I'll smack your ass.  In the meantime, Alex, clean all the mess from the mats
and equipment.  Go get some water so it's spotless when you're done."

Josh turned around and leaned against the horse, being careful not to step in
any of the cum and pre-cum that had spattered liberally on the horse and mat
at its base.  Josh spread his legs, thrust out his cock, and said, "Dinner
time, Robert!"  Robert didn't have much choice, so he got on his knees and
started sucking.

I don't think Robert had done it before, but he sure took to sucking cock
like the proverbial duck takes to water.  He used the right amount of sucking
pressure to keep the skin taut as his lips moved along my shaft.  He used his
tongue at just the right moment to glide around my glans and then to tickle
my piss slit.  His fingers on my balls pulled them downward and rolled them
around in my sac with the right pressure to mix pain and pleasure to send me
into heaven.  I could feel the cum boiling around in my nuts within seconds.

Coach, in the meantime, stood there studying Robert and absentmindedly
playing around with his own once-again-hard cock.  He wasn't really beating
off, just enjoying the show of one high school jock doing another.  And
somehow I doubted whether this was the first time he'd seen such a show-if
only these walls could talk!

Alex had come back by then, carrying some damp rags.  He got down on his
knees and started scrubbing the mats.  With his legs spread I got a good view
of his balls swinging back and forth as he worked his way around the floor.
The way his asshole was clenching and unclenching as he scrubbed was lovely-I
was surprised Coach had grabbed him and started finger-fucking him.  If he'd
gotten any closer to me, I'd have bent down and stuck a finger or two where
the sun doesn't shine!

Robert kept working on my cock, stopping only long enough once in a while to
lick or suck on my balls.  I felt a finger poking my ass; by then I was so
turned on I didn't stop Robert-hell, I'd take a blowjob from any jock if all
I had to do was let him stick his finger up my ass!

Robert was too good.  In no time at all my teen sperm makers had exploded in
pleasure and sent three-no, four-gushes of cum down Robert's gullet.  He
drank it all down, then pulled his mouth off my cock.  He even went so far as
to lick his lips, then lick the tip of my cock, cleaning up after himself.
What a neat boy!

By then Alex was about done cleaning up our cum and sweat to the Coach's
satisfaction.  The three of us-Robert, Alex, and I-stood leaning against the
horse, awaiting Coach's next order.  "Hit the showers!"  he roared.  "And if
you fool around in team practice tomorrow, I'll see you back in here.  Only
next time I'll have my belt with me.  Maybe a licking will knock some sense
into you!"

Needless to say, Robert, Alex and I were rambunctious at team practice the
next day.  And yes, Coach brought his belt with him.  And you know what?  It
didn't seem to do any good.  Robert, Alex, and I STILL fool around in
practice.  And Coach STILL keeps us after practice.