Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2017 22:13:20 -0500 From: Scott Coffin Subject: A Coach's Tale 3 From: scoffinator69 Disclaimer: This story is complete and utter fantasy, and should in no way be believed to say anything definitive about the characters involved, their sexual orientation, or their personal desires. It is 100% about the author thinking that this scenario would be fucking HOT. You should also realize by now that in a fantasy world, everyone is always safe from disease and disfigurement. We do not live in a fantasy world, so do with that knowledge what you will. If you are underage according to your jurisdictions applicable laws (18 or 21 in most cases), please do not read or disseminate this story in anyway. This story is copyrighted by the author as of 10-10-2017 Constructive input and/or encouragement is welcome at scoffin.2814@gmail.com. Flames will be ignored. I do hope you enjoy this story. Please consider donating to Nifty Archive. The archivist does awesome work here, and doesn't get any support except for our gratitude. Help keep this amazing site open for all of us! A Coach's Tale 3: Charged to Full Wattage (There are some incest elements to this installment—OK, a lot of incest) Prologue: Even barely conscious, Derek Watt knew himself to be right exactly in the place he was most comfortable. Floating somewhere pleasantly between memory, dream and reality, he let his brothers presence flow over him. Crooked in under TJ's arm, nose all but buried in the big man's pit, his left knee bent with leg lain over his younger brother's firm thigh. JJ behind him, his 6'5" older brother's long, firm frame resting languidly alongside him. The Texan's morning wood resting just below his ass, it's blunt crown teasing along his taint with each of JJ's breaths. Derek hadn't really even realized that he had moved his other hand until he felt it wrapping gently around TJ's proud pecker. He loved that his brothers had come here. Loved that they had mostly given up their last few days before camp to help him get settled in LA. He especially loved that they had all worked extra hard to get everything up and stowed yesterday so that last night and today would be all about fun, sex and truest brotherhood. Part 1 While the sight that greeted Anthony Lynn from across the room was not entirely unexpected, the Charger's coach was still taken aback by it. These three men, these three brothers, tangled loosely together under crumpled sheets, clearly nude, clearly all with morning wood, were breathtaking. The rumors he had heard had obviously been true. They had also obviously not done anything like justice to that truth. He was, at this moment, very glad that he had taken the chance to come over last night, bearing take out, under the guise of checking up on his prize fullback. He had then been fully convinced of what was going to occur after he left them, and had decided on a dangerous whim to pick up the extra set of keys so carelessly left on the table in the entry way. Leaning against the door frame, left hand half cupping his swelling cock, the coach felt another surge of blood pulse inside him simultaneous to Derek's first movements. Watching the 6'2" stud pup slide his hips back toward his bigger older brother, as he grasped the shaft of his bigger younger brother, and pushed the sheet covering them fully off, Lynn let out an involuntary gasp at the unveiling of so much prime NFL beef, and Derek gave a start, turning toward it. His shocked, half-scared expression quickly gave way to a cocky grin as he took in his sheepish looking coach standing there before him. The unasked question of how was made moot when his coach held up the ring bearing the keys and shrugged at his cheekiness, half apologetic. Derek's widening smile seeming to say that the coach could have just asked. Anthony Lynn's eyes told his player to carry on. So the fullback did. Tilting his head slightly, so he could keep tabs on his coach, Derek Watt's tongue slipped from between his lips and made insistent contact on his younger brother's nip even as his hand began a slow, loose stroking of the 22 year old's thick eight incher. The middle man's hips were in play as well, rubbing themselves insistently along another thick eight incher, this one belonging to his 28 year old big brother. Coach and fullback were both sure that the other two brothers were no longer asleep. The subtle shifts in both defense men's breathing and the slight movements of their hips had told Anthony and Derek more than their words could have right then, but still both men had not opened their eyes. As the coach watched, Derek lightly kissed his way down one brother's torso, folding himself over and driving his ass ever more firmly along his other brother's cock. In the end, it happened simultaneously. Giving up the pretense entirely, TJ's hand ran through his older brother's hair as he felt the familiar lips wrap themselves around his cock head. JJ's moved up his younger brother's outer thigh as he began an insistent dry hump of the fullback's powerful ass. Derek never broke eye contact with his coach as his lips sank all the way down one rock hard shaft and his puckering ass lips quivered against the tip of the other. Part 2 Anthony Lynn was only half aware of his own hands action as he stripped himself bare. Powerfully muscular dark skinned dad coach body being unveiled before the appreciative eyes of his pale blond fullback. Moving silently across the room, the coach caught his fullback's cock stuffed mouth split into a cheeky grin as he became aware of what was about to happen. JJ Watt was at once completely relaxed, and entirely turned on feeling his younger brother riding along his shaft, and allowed himself to be carried along the crest of this particular wave blindly, the firm hand wrapping around his smooth shaft telling him that soon he would be slipping back into the first ass he had ever fucked. Still, it was disorienting. He thought it possible that he might still somehow be dreaming this, but knew that impossible. How else, though, to account for there seeming to be too many hands in the mix. His eyes shot open at the blinding realization. "Fuck!" he gasped. "Not yet, son." the smiling face of his brother's stud coach replied. TJ's eyes had shot open, and his shoulders came up off the bed, driving himself further still into the hot sucking mouth servicing him. He watched, slack jawed and bug eyed as Anthony Lynn looked from JJ, over Derek, and into his unbelieving (but fiercely turned-on) face. The coach finally shifted his gaze as his left hand pried his fullback's butt cheeks apart. With perfect aim, he let a wad of his spit drop onto Derek's obviously hungry pucker. With his right hand around JJ's shaft the two defensive studs watched, rapt, as the man's thumb rubbed the freely flowing pre-cum around the crown of the cock now poised for entry. Anthony Lynn did not need to pull or cajole the oldest of the trio before him, JJ moved with Lynn's motion as if possessed while the loosely gripping hand brought it forward. As JJ's cock head made contact with Derek's entry, the stud in the middle began to moan. And didn't stop. The deep, guttural vibrations he was feeling along his cock, and the incredibly fucking hot sight of watching JJ's shaft being guided inside the man now making those vibrations nearly set TJ Watt off. His cock was throbbing more violently, his balls aching, churning more exquisitely painfully than the first time he had ever felt his brothers hands on him and his on them. His thrusting hips moving of their own accord, driving himself deeper into Derek's throat. His hands, unbidden, now tangled so deeply in his brother's hair that he was threatening to pull every strand of it out. He was barely able to pull himself back from the edge of the orgasmic cliff. Forcing himself to concentrate on his oldest brother's actions. The sure and forceful thrusts forward, the long slides back and nearly out. The swivel of JJ's hips met by the counterbalanced swivel of Derek's as the two men he loved most in the world rutted like beasts before him. His eyes locked with JJ's, even as Derek's talented and eager tongue danced along the shaft of his iron hard spike, drawing him into that deepest brotherly bond. Coach felt almost like he shouldn't be here. Like what he was witnessing was too private to be intruded upon, but his fullback's eyes, still locked onto his own, held him there. Told him he was welcome. Hell, told him he was NEEDED! That need, that welcome, confirmed as the other two brothers eyes began to flicker away from each other to look plaintively at his aching, leaking shaft. All three Watt boys knew themselves to be above average, hell, pretty much identically so. Three thick eight inchers; all smooth shafted, cut, and blunt crowned, were nothing to be sneezed at, but the stud coach before them now was nearly god-like standing above them. While Derek had become intimately familiar with the arcing, wrist thick nine and a half inch behemoth now dripping pre-cum onto his ankle, he was still impressed and intimidated by it's sheer power. He could only imagine what his two brothers must be thinking right now. While they were all prolifically versatile among themselves, and he would take the lead in shafting his bigger brothers as often and as eagerly as they did him, he suspected that the two 6'5" studs were more into topping than he was. He also knew that his coach, the man whose long rough digits were now trailing over the smooth pale flesh of the three Watt boys, was a man who always got what he wanted. And given exactly where Anthony Lynn's fingertips were concentrating their recon mission, the fullback was pretty sure that what his coach wanted today was to feel three Watt Boy asses milking his cock dry. JJ and TJ locked eyes again instinctively as they felt the Charger's coach's fingers slipping up inside them at the same time. No working them up to it, no teasing, no tentativeness on display. Just two rough fingers on two strong hands claiming two tight NFL jock cunts. TJ began to work his muscles immediately and eagerly, watching as his stud oldest brother's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his mouth slacked open like one of Pavlov's starving dogs. JJ nearly unseated himself from Derek's clutching ass in his eagerness to get those fingers ever more deeply into usually exit only ass. While TJ knew himself to be mostly a bottom, he (like Derek) assumed JJ to be mostly a top. It was quickly obvious to both younger brothers, however, that JJ would grab his ankles for the right (non-related) kind of man. And even more obvious that Anthony Lynn was exactly the right kind of man. Part 3 TJ Watt could not take it anymore, the realization hit him like a freight train at full speed. He could almost taste the pre-cum of the black stud standing before him, crazy jealous that the nectar was dripping onto his brother's ankle instead of on his tongue. Exhausted from the effort of holding himself back against Derek's greedy, vacuuming throat, he let himself fall into the abyss. "Fuck, bro..." escaped from his parted lips in a choked, desperate gasp as he felt the first throbbing pulse of his prostate sending Watt seed rocketing toward Watt mouth. Five full flood bursts of his cum threatening to drown his eagerly swallowing older brother. Derek, far from overwhelmed, clamping his talented lips tighter, even as his muscular, miraculous tongue sought to coax more baby brother seed forth onto his tongue, squeezing a long final snake of semen into his gullet as TJ's still hard cock slipped from between bruised and temporarily sated lips. JJ's lips and teeth were trailing along the flesh of Derek's neck and shoulder, his left hand holding loosely to the skin on his brother's throat, feeling the man below him swallow their little brother's load. His cock slipping inside an ass that was clutching and swallowing just as strongly, JJ new his younger brother was desperate to feel his Watt load pulsing inside him too, but JJ was not nearly ready to give himself up just yet. This ass had always been too good to fuck too quickly. Right from the first time these two men rutted, Derek taking to cock in his ass like a duck to water. JJ had learned quickly how best to please his greedy bottom of a younger brother, while still drawing out his fuck longer and longer to better enjoy this impossibly talented jock ass. That long held desire, that deep need was now being intensified by the insistent and commanding fingers digging deep inside his own bowels. In his heart of hearts, JJ Watt wanted nothing more than for Anthony Lynn to rip his fingers violently out, and then ram his cock in deep and hard. In his mind, though, JJ was torn. He had always been in charge with his younger brothers. He is the one who introduced both to the pleasures of hard incestuous jock sex way back in Wisconsin when they were still in school. And even though he willingly, eagerly even, took both younger studs shafts up his tight jock butt, and even though both younger men knew how much he liked it when either fucked their oldest brother, he was not sure he could let them see the man he would become when he was impaled on this stud coach's cock. Not if. When. JJ Watt knew with every fiber of his being that he was going to take Anthony Lynn's black monster up his muscular white ass, and that he was going to love it. This was not the time to worry what his brothers might think about him when his most desperate slut bottom self revealed itself to their eyes. He was tired of hiding it. Especially from the loves of his life! The flash of movement caught JJ's eyes, and he shifted his gaze toward TJ, slowing his strokes inside his younger brother, he watched his youngest brother in a daze as the 22 year old moved determinedly off and round the bed then knelt before the leaking dark cock flesh of Anthony Lynn. He would have known instinctively that Derek was watching this play out as well, even without the extra clutch of jock ass on jock shaft. Coupled together as deeply and fully as possible, JJ and Derek watched TJ slip his nose and wagging tongue toward the coach's pulsing shaft. When the youngest Watt stopped his forward momentum and looked toward his brothers, the still grinding jock studs knew he had blanked. Had hit that wall they had both witnessed before. Baby brother was on overload, and needed to be drawn back into the moment. JJ nodded to him encouragingly and whispered "Get it, bro...suck that cock." Even as Derek looked at his coach and reminded him that the kid was just a rookie and still sometimes locked up like this. Anthony Lynn ran his strong fingers through the boys buzz cut, gently turning his head and guiding his mouth inward toward it's desire. "You gonna need to get over that, rookie. Tomlin is gonna need you to stay in the zone." TJ shifted his gaze upward, looking into the dark eyes as he snaked his tongue from between his lips and made contact with the stud coach's burning crown. A crown that was angrily, violently purple. Livid as a bruise. Slick with cock snot. Pulsing like Poe's Tell-Tale Heart. And the wave carried the rookie linebacker away as his lips spread over the head of this massive cock that was his for the taking. Sliding now along the vein-etched shaft as his tongue came into play tracing along every possible millimeter of flesh. The salty-sweet pre-cum multiplying the desire for more as it slid down his throat into his stomach. His hands now digging hard into the legs before him, dragging themselves upward to clamp into the boulder like glutes of this towering god before him. Eyes rolling back in his head as his nose burrowed into coach's pelvic bone, and the powerful man he was serving whispered an encouraging 'good boy'. TJ Watt held himself there as long as he could, light-headed from the self deprivation of oxygen, finally pulling back up the shaft, only to take it more forcefully into himself again. He knew his brothers were watching. He knew they were impressed, and maybe even a little bit awed, at the raw cock sucking rock star act they were witnessing. And while he enjoyed that thought, while he liked that he could still surprise his brothers after all these years, it paled in comparison to his abject desire to make the man holding his head and fucking his throat, happy. Anthony Lynn was, in fact, probably happier than he had been in a very long time. Even as TJ Watt was giving him one of the best blow jobs of his entire life, Derek and JJ were still before him locked in a fuck hotter than any he had ever witnessed. And while a lesser man might feel unsure in the same situation, he was getting off on the obvious connection of these three studs, and their even more obvious need for him to be there with them. He was granting them this connection just as much as they were granting it to him. And the three were connected, even now. Anthony Lynn knew that both JJ and Derek were feeling every single pressure of pulsing cock vein along TJ's tongue, just the same way TJ was currently feeling even the most miniscule tremor occurring between JJ's cock shaft and Derek's jock hole. And he was even more aware of feeling the experiences of all three. It was that fact that allowed him to know when to look over at the rutting brothers still on the bed. And how to shift his body just right so the brother on his knees before him would have the clearest view and still be able to suck the cock that he desired above all others at the moment. Feeling the humping pressure of the youngest Watt's hard again cock shaft sliding along his shin, he wondered if the connection was strong enough to drive TJ over the edge again when JJ inevitably fucked a load out of Derek even as he fucked a load into him. He hoped not, as he had plans for the second loads of each of these Watt boys. As it was, his eyes were glued to the men fucking before him. Oldest brother driving full length fuck strokes into middle brother's surely clenching ass. Youngest brother sucking cock inches away from where middle brother was oozing out pre-cum into soaked sheets as his balls clenched visibly tighter to his body, oldest brother having nearly fucked a load out of him. Anthony Lynn knew as surely as TJ Watt did that JJ and Derek were nano-seconds from cumming. Watching unblinkingly as the two bodies moved together harder and faster with each pounding drive forward and each grinding push back. JJ and Derek felt it coming in the quickening staccato of the others heartbeat, pressed fully against each other front to back. The subtle shifts of clenching muscle, of grasping, caressing fingers along over heated flesh, of goosebumps rising on fevered skin, sent the clarion call of impending orgasm to the two men watching from the foot of the bed. Derek felt JJ's cock swell inside him. JJ felt Derek's channel grip him tighter still. Anthony and TJ watched JJ clamp his teeth hard into his brothers muscular shoulder, and Derek's crown turn an angry mottled red, and then the orgasms rolled through the room as if a single entity. JJ spewing volley after volley of cum deep inside his younger brother's ravaged jock cunt. Derek firing five massive shots into the already ruined bedding tangled beneath him. Anthony hosing four massive blasts of coach cum onto the tongue, and down the throat of the youngest brother, and pulling out for the final smaller shot. That last still enough to anoint TJ Watt from forehead, across nose, and down onto outstretched tongue set the cocksucker off. Coach was of two minds feeling the rookie's load pump out with enough force to leave two globs of prime rookie jock cum clinging to his inner thigh. Firstly, turned on that he had a hand in turning the young stud on so much that he popped a second load in such a short amount of time. Secondly, well that was made moot by Derek's next words. "Don't worry, coach. The kid's good for at least one more. Two if we handle him right." TJ blushed as his brothers laughed through their shared exhaustion. The blush deepened as coach caught his heavy lidded eyes and said "Oh, we will. Trust me." TJ smiled as he slumped against the end of the bed still occupied by his brothers. All three Watts watched confused and a bit humbled as the stud older man strode purposefully from the room, still mostly hard. Their off-kilter grins returning to full glory when he returned moments later bearing four opened bottles of beer. "Little early, isn't it sir?" queried TJ, even as all three took one of the offered bottles. "Little perverted, too" replied coach, "but we ain't lettin that stop us." JJ laughed as he clinked his bottle against Anthony's, and then swallowed half of it in one gulp. Derek and TJ shook their heads in bemused agreement as they, too swallowed deeply. Coach watched as JJ took another drink, eyes locked on the oldest Watt brother while the stud Texan ran his tongue around and into the neck of the now nearly empty bottle. "Damn, bro..." whistled JJ, pulling himself away from the intense stare of the older stud; "how do you get a shank like that down and not choke?" Derek and TJ's separate answers drowned each other out, and the attempts to make them clear dissolved into a fit of brotherly ribbing at what they had each exposed about themselves. It was Anthony Lynn that gave the closest thing to an answer that JJ was going to get. Part 4 "I'm sure you have the skills necessary for the job, son." "I don't know, sir. I love sucking cock, but honestly...I haven't tried any as big as you." He looked into the coach's eyes and added "maybe as long, but definitely not as thick." "Give it a shot, bro. Trust me..." whispered Derek rising to his knees alongside his older brother and kissing his shoulder. "You're gonna fucking love it." TJ stated powerfully as he gripped his oldest brother's hand and drew him closer to the rock hard coach cock. Anthony Lynn ran his right thumb slowly and gently along JJ Watt's pouting lower lip, as the Texans' tongue came forward to meet it, he reached his left around behind the man's skull and ran his fingers deep through the silky blond hair, drawing in further in. He pulled his thumb away as JJ's lips parted wider. His tongue was taking a circuit along his lower lip as JJ felt the tip of the crown make contact. A fleeting thought that he should be tentative was forced out of his mind and he clasped his arms around the stud's waist and pulled himself bodily off of the bed and onto his knees. Forcing as much cock as far back in his throat as quickly as possible. His football player instincts took over quickly. Willing his throat to relax as he would will his arms to clamp around an opposing ball carrier and dragging himself toward the groin of the man standing before him even as he would drag himself and that opposing ball carrier quickly to the ground. Commencing a swallowing action on the cock in his throat even as he would always grind his sweaty crotch into the tackled man clasped tightly in his grip to remind both of them who, exactly, had taken who down. Had he not already been lust crazed, the lack of oxygen he was now experiencing would have caused him to become so (right before he passed out), as it was, he knew the exact last moment he could hold this cock shaft inside himself, and then he released it, dragging himself slowly back, gulping in air around the flaring crown of the masterful cock he had the privilege to now be servicing. His brothers leaned back in awe, knowing how talented their senior was at cock sucking did nothing to prepare them for how rabid he was now. The man standing above him, the man deep inside his throat, was content to let him set the pace. Standing stock still feet planted firmly even as JJ dragged him forward by the rock hard ass. This jock slut was fucking his own face on 9.5 fat inches hard black cock and couldn't get e-fucking-nough of it. And Anthony Lynn knew that something was happening inside JJ Watt's head that had probably never happened before, at least not outside of fantasy. JJ Watt had admitted to himself, possibly for the first time that this was his rightful place. Serving a man. Letting himself be used. The stud coach's whispering moan of 'fuck yeah, boy' made him feel prouder than he had ever felt before. The fingers tangling in his hair made him feel at home. And still he sucked, great gulping pulls of hard stud cock along flattened but still dancing tongue. Gagging resistance broken through like a battering ram as he impaled his throat on this iron pike. Immolating himself on pyre of this man's stake. His thirst not yet slaked, coach removed the shaft from his gasping mouth, his tongue darting forward in a desperate attempt to maintain contact. Anthony Lynn was forced to wrench upward, one hand clasping JJ's strong jaw, the other tangled in his hair. He kissed JJ hard, driving his tongue deep into the younger man's mouth, reminding JJ of what he had willingly given up just minutes ago. "Eat your brother's ass." he demanded of JJ. The eldest Watt brother scrambled, even as the younger two rushed to twist around and thrust their asses to the end of the bed. "No the other one!" screamed the coach, dragging JJ out of the way "I wanna eat your load out of this one!" JJ's long moan as he sank his face and tongue into TJ's perfect jock cunt was only partially about that incestuous union. It was more about the coach. More about the fact that this masterful stud had just screamed out that he wanted to eat JJ's load. And he wanted to eat it out of the ass he had fucked it into not 15 minutes ago! TJ and Derek were hiking their needy asses back onto the tongues of their respective rimmers with a rabid determination. Eager for the tongue lashings they knew each man to be capable of. Aching to feel muscular, stabbing tongues digging into their jock cunts. The two younger Watt brothers locked lips and dueled tongues even as their moans grew in frequency and volume, TJ reaching over to his left to tweak his brothers diamond hard nipple, causing him to clench up, and push some of JJ's cum onto his coach's tongue buried deep in his ass. Derek reached over to his left and ran a toughened thumb along the ticklish flesh of TJ's neck, just behind the ear, cause him to quiver across his entire body, the pulse of pre-cum forced out clamping his sphincter down tighter on JJ's thrusting tongue. Anthony Lynn was working out how to move this to the next phase of his plan, he knew what he wanted to do, and therefore what he was going to do, he just wasn't sure how he was going to do it. In the end, the two younger Watt boys helped him out. The moans and whimpers emanating from the two jocks began to turn into semi coherent words, and soon enough after that the words were clear pleas from both men begging to be fucked. JJ began to rise up behind TJ almost quicker that coach thought, But the big man was quick enough to grab him and pull him away from his youngest brother in time. "Did I say you get to fuck another ass today, cocksucker?' JJ's legs went weak and he took one stumbling step back as the coach flipped Derek onto his back. Looking at the still shocked older brother he commanded JJ to sit on his face, and even as JJ began to move in compliance, the older stud dragged TJ over Derek's body and shifted them into his desired pose. Leaning over TJ's back he ordered him to suck JJ's cock. Slapping one hand each hard onto the younger Watt boys asses, he made a final statement. "If JJ cums before I want him too, you are both going to hate the consequences!" JJ Stared obediently (and hopefully) at the black stud even as the coach hunched down and drove his cock forcefully into Derek. Even perched halfway up the bed on his brother's face JJ felt the force of the thrust. He also felt the breath being pounded out of his younger brother and into his own quivering ass. For his part, TJ's anticipation at feeling that same powerful thrust up his own ass caused his salivary glands to open further, unleashing a flood of jock spit onto his oldest brothers huge nut sack, and flowing over that obstacle continuing down onto his older brother's chin. When he felt the firm rough hands of Anthony Lynn begin to pull his glutes apart, TJ focused all attention to his aft. The subtle shifts in the coach's thighs against his own told TJ that it was his turn for paradise. And he was not disappointed. The long, rock hard shaft dragged itself up and along TJ's crack, coming to rest perfectly on the puckering gate of his jock cunt and driving inward. The firm, pulsing crown of the coach's cock rasped along his aching prostate, followed by an impossible amount of cock shaft before he finally felt the man's pelvic bone grinding into his ass. Derek was humping against him from underneath, frotting their cocks together even as he was pinching his brothers nipples between vice like thumb and forefinger on either side. At that moment, TJ was jealous of his older brother playing for the man currently playing his 22 year old ass like a concert violinist. The feel of three stud bodies possessing him fully, from all sides, had TJ Watt pissing pre-cum between he and Derek's already sweat slicked bodies. His throat and ass clutching instinctually around the cocks buried deep inside them, his own cock grinding involuntarily along the cock and cut abs of the man now threatening to pull his tits off. TJ Watt was punch drunk with jock lust. Even as he was fucking this rookie jock's ass, Anthony Lynn knew he was gonna need to do something for Mike Tomlin for breaking the boys ass to coach cock, but he would need to figure that out later. Right now his attention was being drawn not only to the fist like muscles gripping his shaft, but to the middle brother's ass riding along his thighs, telegraphing it's own desires. The third leg of this particular relay was also staring him down. As JJ Watt watched his brother's coach moving fluidly between the two perfect jock cunts he had first breached the need was rising within his chest higher and higher. While a small part of him still wished that the final explosion would happen before his time came, the biggest, truest part of him knew that he needed this coach's cock breeding him. Knew that he wanted nothing more than to share in being this powerful man's bitch right alongside his brothers. He was sure all three of the other men knew it too. And especially that the other three knew what that need meant. Part 5 Anthony Lynn locked JJ Watt with his gaze as he pulled, for the third time, out of TJ's ass. Derek and TJ knew what this move meant just as much as their older brother did. The two younger Watts moved slightly away from both JJ and the coach, one to either side of the oldest of the three. Suddenly, JJ felt himself unsure. Half scared of the monster cock destined for his ass and half scared of his need for it. He was moving slower than he intended even as his brothers were encouraging him with caresses and kisses each to a side. The suddenness of the stud coach's impatience hit all three with earthquake force. JJ found himself flat on his back being dragged toward the end of the bed and his deepest desire, rough hands digging hard into the tender bend behind his knees. Derek recovered quickest of the three, pulling JJ's leg up and out, opening his older brother to the man who would soon be claiming him. TJ shifted his oldest brother's leg similarly, even as he began to tongue JJ's hard nipple. Derek slid himself inward, sliding the entire length of his torso along JJ's side, nuzzling his ear and whispering encouragement even as JJ could not break eye contact to the dark God moving slowly forward, closer and closer to completing his possession. "Let it go, bro. You've needed this bad for a long time." whispered Derek into his ear, even as his teeth nipped at the lobe, "Nothing you can do will make me and TJ love you any less, man. I know you know that, bro." JJ turned his head, finally breaking eye contact with the coach, and locking his lips onto Derek's. The brothers tongue wrestled as he felt the cock moving steadily into the center of his being. JJ nearly bit off his brother's tongue even as he heard his youngest brother gasp in awe at the conquering he was lucky enough to witness. Four hands began a simultaneous dance across their brother's contented, quivering flesh. A massive spike sank deep inside a towering specimen of jock slut. An exposed alabaster cock shaft tingled in impossible hardness, drooling pools of pre-cum onto hard abs. A long gasping breath was drawn as JJ Watt found home impaled on nine and half, fat fucking inches of ebony stud cock. The sensory overload should have been too much. It should have quartered his mind and blown his body apart in a billion billion pieces. This had to be what heaven was like. No cares at all. Except that the burning cock inside him remain inside him, moving and grinding along his tortured prostate. Except that his brother's lips and tongue keep dancing along his neck and ear. Except that his other brother's tongue and teeth... Wait. Where is his other brother. Barely willing to open his eyes to search for TJ, he caught sight of him standing beside the big man now fucking him deep. He could not quite comprehend what they were saying at first, and then finally latched onto his brothers words. "You're serious? Really?" "Yeah stud I am. Probably the last shot you'll have at coach ass while you're a Steeler!" And TJ shifted around behind Anthony Lynn, a grin breaking wide across his tough guy mug, making him look almost boyish. Derek slipped in even closer to JJ, dry humping along his older brother's hip and wrapping his fingers around the cock that had trained him in the ways of jock and brother love. "He loves this, see." The two watched the change come over the coach's features as they heard their brother's moan heralding entry into the black muscle ass of the coach. JJ felt the additional swell in the coach's cock as it seemed to grow in both length and girth inside him, and he claimed his brother's mouth again, shifting his legs as best he could to wrap them around the two men who, for all intents and purposes, were now fucking him together. JJ's cock got even harder in Derek's hands at his brother's next words. "Nothing wrong with a top dog wanting cock up his ass, bro. Takes a strong fuckin cuss to beg someone to hammer him apart from the inside." Out of the corner of his eye, JJ caught the smiles of both the coach and his baby brother, and a hint of a wink directed toward them from Derek. For a moment he wondered if they had planned this for him, this latest coming out. And then it didn't matter as he let himself sink into the welcoming arms of bliss. Derek kissed him and then slid his tongue along JJ's jawline, up to his ear, before whispering "Love you big bro." JJ whispered the same back even as he felt Derek twisting himself around and moving lower. Turning his head, he was greeted with the sight of his brother's cock in his face. Transporting himself back in time, he inhaled the hard, smooth flesh even as he relived the first time he tasted it. The command that accompanied his own cock disappearing between Derek's lips made him suck deeper. More passionately. "That's it boy. Fuck that load out of me, and right into your brother!" Teeth buried into the coach's shoulder, that's exactly what TJ Watt did. Jack hammering his way into the deepest recesses of Anthony Lynn's tight ass. Pounding the receptive, clenching channel with strength he didn't think he had left. He could hear his brothers moaning around each others cocks even as he kept his eyes clenched tight, desperate to hold onto this feeling as long as he could, even while he knew that to be impossible. TJ felt his entire gut clench up as he prepared to fire into the man now begging to be bred. As he began what he knew would be his last fuck stroke, the coach's ass clamped down harder on his overloaded cock shaft. He blasted his first cannon shot into Anthony Lynn as he was still driving into the man. Holding there in the deep and firing two more equal to the first in power, then three each of lesser power than the one before. Through it all he felt the 8.0 Richter scale quaking of the coach's ass clamping on his shaft, telling him wordlessly that his biggest brother was being bred deep and full. JJ felt the coach's cock swell inside him yet again, pulsing laser blasts of cum deep inside him. It should be impossible for one man to cum that much at one time. So much cum he felt it forced back out, dripping off his butt crack and dripping onto the floor between his stud fucker's feet. The first blast inside him forced his own system to overload, his cum boiling over into his younger brother's mouth, even as his younger brother started returning the Watt DNA onto his tongue. Four gasping jock studs were locked together, three players and one coach, a single gasping organism joined by cocks. Three brothers, long a single, writhing unit of shared lust, and the man who had freed them from the old, no longer working, hierarchy. One man, honored to have been let into the single most important moment in the shared history of three brothers, and knowing that he was helping them open themselves up to each other in even newer, deeper ways. These four men couldn't even completely disentangle form each other. WOULDN'T even completely disentangle from each other, before crumbling to the sweat and cum soaked bed. It wasn't even noon. Anthony Lynn woke two hours later, and felt none of the disorientation that usually came with random sex in someone else's house. The three Watt brothers were lined up in front of him in almost the exact same positions he had found them in just a few hours ago. The only difference now was that he was behind (and still inside) JJ. Pulling himself as quietly and carefully back and out, he still woke the blond giant up partially. JJ's hand came around the coach's flank trying to hold him in place. Anthony Lynn kissed JJ Watt at the base of his neck and whispered to him. "It's OK, boy. This is just the beginning. Love your brothers now, and let them love you back." Even as he was slipping out of the room with his clothes, he saw JJ nuzzle in closer to Derek's back, one long arm moving across all the way to TJ's thigh. Dressing quietly in the hall and preparing to leave, he was about to put the keys back on the entry way table. "Fuck it." he thought, "If Derek wants them back, he will let me know." The End