Date: Tue, 13 Jan 2009 18:47:57 -0500 From: Jockstrap923 Subject: Linebackers 10 *****THANK YOU NIFTY PERSON! YOUR SERVICE IS SO GREAT, AND SO FREE - I LOVE IT!***** Hope you guys like the new installment. Tried something a little bit different. I think it's pretty hot. I have appreciated all the emails (and pics!) you guys have sent. If this story makes you cum, tell me about it - jockstrap923@gmail.com Linebackers 10 - Concrete Kevin's dad closed his cell phone. He had just gotten a phone call from Coach Cosgrove. He was calling Mr. Rossi to let him know that his son had been giving the coaches some attitude at practice. It wasn't anything too bad - he was running a little slowly, or the coaches would have to repeat themselves, that sort of thing. Mr. Rossi didn't like hearing that and he was going to have to take care of it. Two days later, Mr. Rossi was sitting in Coach Cosgrove's office. He looked around the small, concrete room. Kevin's school was an old building, and he was sitting in a basement room. He could faintly hear the showers and the locker room noise on the other side of the door next to him. The concrete floor was old and painted green. The concrete blocks that made up the wall were painted white. Coach Cosgrove's old metal desk was up against a wall facing a bulletin board with schedules, rosters and plays tacked to it. "He had a decently sized office," Mr. Rossi, thought, "but not as big as mine." There was also an old physical therapy table across from him, with a vinyl cushion on top. It was wooden and looked adjustable. Kevin's dad sat up in the old metal chair that was next to the desk and inhaled the locker room smell. It reminded him of his high school football days. He stood up and looked at some of the awards on the wall. He was dressed in a suit, having just come from work. He had on a very expensive black suit. He took pride wearing suits to work. He took off his suit jacket and put it on the chair. He was wearing a dark blue shirt with a grey tie. The shirt was fitted very well to him, with his belly rounding out the shirt and his arms filling out both sleeves. "Hello Mr. Rossi," said Coach Cosgrove as he entered the office from the locker room. Practice had ended for the day. The coach was wearing grey sweatpants and a sleeveless Under Armour black t-shirt. He was a short, stocky guy, about 32 or 33 years old, Mr. Rossi figured. He was balding but buzzed his hair short. He had a couple days of facial hair, but Mr. Rossi had seen him with a beard sometimes and a goatee sometimes. He loooked to be about 5'9" and maybe 190 pounds. He didn't have a big belly, he was just kind of chubby. His arms were tanned and Mr. Rossi noticed his hairy forearms and some of the hair under his arms as he reached out to shake his hand. "Good to see you again, coach. We haven't spoken since the banquet last fall." The coach smiled. "Yeah, and Kevin's usually a great kid, but lately, he's just become a bit of a slacker. You know, nothing bad, just...I think he's being lazy. Who knows." Coach Cosgrove filled him in on everything that had happened, and Mr. Rossi let him know he was concerned. "Well coach, sometimes he has problems with authority," said Mr. Rossi. "We just need to remind him who's boss." For some reason, Mr. Rossi's cock jumped when he said this. He had a variety of different underwear, but today he was wearing a jockstrap, because he was planning to lift at the gym with friends after this. "I agree," said the coach. Mr. Rossi nodded. "Could you go get him please and drag him in here? Right now." "Yeah, no problem," said Coach Cosgrove, and he got up and opened the door into the locker room. Kevin's dad's cock throbbed a little more when he was hit in the face with that musky smell. The door closed, and he exhaled and closed his eyes for a second. The door opened a few moments later and Coach Cosgrove came in, and behind him, Kevin walked in, wearing just a towel. The coach smiled and said, "You said now!" Mr. Rossi smiled and nodded and sat back down. Kevin sat in the chair next to the coach's desk. His furry belly was rounder when he sat down, and both the coach and his dad noticed his hairy upper arms and shoulders as he sat against the white wall. The towel was short enough to show his hairy thighs, but not too short to show anything else. "Kevin, Coach Cosgrove tells me you're not doing what you're supposed to be doing in practice. Is this true?" Kevin looked down and nodded. He had shaved his beard and had a couple weeks of growth on his chin. The brown hair was as wide as his mouth. He had recently gotten his ears pierced also, like a lot of guys on the team, and he had a silver stud in each ear. His dad looked at Kevin and asked him, "Kevin, who is in charge at football practice?" Kevin looked up and said, "The coaches." "That's right. I am in charge at home, and he is in charge here. Do you understand?" Kevin looked at the ground and nodded again. "I'm not sure you do understand," Mr. Rossi said. "I think we need to show you that we are in charge, and you need to show us that you understand." Kevin looked his dad in the eye and said, "Yes, sir." He had always called his dad sir from time to time, since he was little. In his household, it was a sign of respect. The coach was watching the two men discuss Kevin's behavior. He realized how much Kevin looked like a younger version of his dad. He wondered how hairy his dad was, because his son was really hairy at this young age. He wondered how hairy he was going to get. Kevin got up, and the coach realized his mind had been wandering and he had no idea what they just said. "Come here, Kevin," his dad said, and Kevin got up and stood in front of his dad. Mr. Rossi said, "Drop the towel." Kevin dropped his towel. The coach was surprised, to say the least. He was even more surprised when Mr. Rossi reached out to the uncut cock and started milking it, underhanded. Kevin looked to be about 5 inches, and not too hard, but not soft either. Coach Cosgrove had no idea what was going on. This big hulk of a man was massaging his son's cock. He noticed how hairy Kevin's crotch was. All this was too much for the coach - his dick had started to chub up in his boxer shorts. He was confused but something was...kinda hot about it. Kevin's dick was a full, hard 7 inches now. He had his eyes closed and his hands at his sides, and Kevin's dad was looking up at his son's face. He then looked over at the coach and smiled. He noticed that the coach's cock was tenting his sweatpants, but his attention was on Kevin's dick, his mouth partly open, almost in a trance. "Kevin," Mr. Rossi said. "Go suck the coach's dick." He continued to massage his son's cock while he looked up at him and said this, stretching the foreskin back and forth over his head. Kevin looked down at his dad when he said this. Kevin had messed around with a buddy or two, and once with his dad, but this was something different. This was a teacher. He was freaked out. He just stared at his dad while his dad rubbed his dick. "Now," his dad said. Kevin walked over to the coach, his foreskin bunched behind his head, his cock bouncing in front of him. He kneeled on the cold floor and started pulling down the coach's sweatpants. The coach complied, in a sexual haze, not sure what to make of this. But a blowjob sounded awesome right now. Kevin pulled down the pants and out sprung a short, stubby 6 inch cock. "His cock is shaped just like him," thought Kevin. The coach tried to speak, uttering a syllable ("Ca...") but just let out a low moan as Kevin put his dick head in his mouth. He closed his eyes as Kevin got more of his dick wet and worked more into his mouth. Kevin went up and down on his dick for three or four minutes. Finally, the coach took off his shirt, and tweaked his left nipple with his right hand. He also had a hairy chest, covering his soft round chest. His stomach was also hairy, leading down to a big thick bush that this linebacker was currently sticking his nose in every few seconds. The coach looked over at Mr. Rossi. Mr. Rossi was still sitting in the chair, watching the coach getting his dick, lightly massaging his own package. After a few more minutes of Kevin slurping and the coach moaning and slightly fucking Kevin's face, Mr. Rossi said, "Kevin, get on the bench." Kevin stood up, his dick just as hard as when his dad had been jerking it. He walked over to the bench and sat down. His dad said, "Lay on your back. Coach, can you put up the leg bars?" Kevin laid on his back, and the coach got up. Mr. Rossi had noticed that there were bars that swung out to hold up someone's legs for an exam. The coach had stepped out of his clothes and was fully nude now. Mr. Rossi saw his big, thick ass wasn't very hairy, but it got really hairy near the bottom of the crack. Coach Cosgrove put up the bars, and Kevin knew what was going on. He put his feet in the stirrups. "Spread him wide, coach," said Mr. Rossi. He adjusted the bench so that Kevin's legs were bent and spread wide. He looked down at his ball sack, which was hanging low and covered in long brown hairs. He had a really hairy ass too, and curly brown hairs ringed a red butthole. "Coach, I want you to fuck him," said Mr. Rossi, in the same tone he used to talk to his son. "Do you have anything you can use as lubrication?" "Yeah, I think..." Coach Cosgrove kept a bottle of lube in his drawer, locked away in the back for when he felt the need to beat off at work. The coach got the bottle from the desk and lubed up his stocky cock. He walked over to Kevin and rubbed the liquid around his ass. He took his stubby middle finger and slowly worked it into Kevin Rossi's ass. Kevin's eyes were closed, and he grimaced, but slowly, the coach could tell Kevin had relaxed as he worked more finger inside him, a little at a time, until it was all the way in. He held it still, slowly moving it around what he hoped was Kevin's prostate. Kevin's dick was still hard, though the foreskin now covered his head fully. The coach took out his finger, lubed his cock one last time and slowly worked it into Kevin's ass. The coach moaned, Kevin moaned, and Mr. Rossi moaned as Coach Cosgrove slowly sunk his whole dick inside the kid's butthole. Mr. Rossi still hadn't taken out his cock, but it was rock hard in his jock. He would lightly squeeze it or rub it, but he was getting off commanding the two men. "Fuck him coach," Kevin's dad said in a low, breathy voice. Coach Cosgrove looked down at his hairy chest and belly and saw his cock sliding in and out of Kevin's hairy asshole. He looked up at the stocky hairy kid and saw that a stream of pre-cum was oozing out his foreskin onto the hair below. The coach was giving Kevin every inch, pulling his dick all the way out and shoving it in deep. Kevin was really loving it, and he would push into the coach when he could to get it deeper. Suddenly, the door opened, and in walked Ryan, another football player. "I..." He froze as he saw the scene in front of him. Quickly, Kevin's dad said, "Close the door." Ryan closed the door, remembering his last run in with Mr. Rossi. Kevin was wearing just some tight boxer briefs, the longer kind. The tight shorts showed off his lean, muscular body, and he had no shirt on. "Hello, Ryan," Mr. Rossi said, staring at Ryan. Ryan froze, afraid that either Mr. Rossi would bust him for fucking Kevin or...then he remembered that Coach Cosgrove was fucking Kevin, and Kevin was taking it. They hadn't stopped, Coach Cosgrove now looking down at Kevin while Kevin groaned, loving the cock in his ass. Mr. Rossi had an idea. "Coach, you can make this bench a table, correct?" The coach nodded and continued fucking Kevin, now quickly thrusting his big head up the boy's butt over and over. He took out his cock, and Kevin got up. Kevin and the coach were still naked, but Ryan's big dick was starting to get hard in his underwear. The coach had finished pulling out the table. "Kevin, Coach Cosgrove, get on your back on the table." The coach didn't know what was going on, but for some reason he did what Mr. Rossi said. His dick felt too damn good to argue. The room now smelled a little bit like ass...probably Kevin's. Both of the guys had climbed on the table and were laying on their backs, heels on the edge of the table. Mr. Rossi got up and went over to Ryan. "Ryan, get my dick out of my pants." Ryan wanted so bad to argue, but he didn't; he knew he couldn't argue with Kevin's dad, after what he saw him doing to his son. He looked down, unzipped the suit pants, and reached in. He felt a rough jockstrap pouch that was kinda wet and definitely had a hard cock in it. He managed to pull the pouch to the side, and he freed the big dick and worked it out of the pants. The pants weren't baggy, so his hard dick was sticking right out the fly. "And the balls," Kevin's dad said. Ryan release his hairy ball sack too. Mr. Rossi reached over and pulled down Ryan's underwear. His dick shot up and slapped against his tight abs. Both men were hard, facing each other, one naked and one wearing a suit. Mr. Rossi took Kevin's right hand and put it on his cock, and grabbed Ryan's dick with his own right hand. Both men were rubbing the other, looking down at both dicks. Kevin's dad leaned forward and whispered to Ryan, "I want you to fuck Kevin again." Ryan's dick got hard and leaked a little. Mr. Rossi and Ryan went over to the table. They saw that the coach and Kevin were laying there and jerking each other off, eyes closed, both rubbing the other's thick dicks. The coach knew what was going to happen, somehow. He felt Mr. Rossi pick up his hairy legs and put them on his shoulders. He felt this huge man's cock at the enterance of his hole. He moved forward to let him in. He'd never been fucked, but he was ready to be fucked by this man. Ryan stick his dick inside Kevin at the same time. Both of them moaned, and they started fucking. Ryan looked over at his coach. Never in a million years would he have guessed he was going to see him get fucked. But here he was, his hairy body bouncing as Mr. Rossi pounded him deep. He saw the coach's cock was hard as Kevin stroked it up and down, and looked down at Kevin, who was hairier than his coach. The coach was working over Kevin's dick head while Ryan pounded him. After about ten minutes of hard, sweaty fucking, Mr. Rossi started grunting and groaning. "Yeah," he was saying. "I'm gonna drop my load in you, coach." He started pounding longer and deeper as he moaned louder until he said, "YEAH!" and the other three guys knew he was coming. He didn't slow down as his cock fired off shot after shot of hot cum up the coach's ass. His fucking slowed down for a minute or two, then he pulled his dick out, covered in cum and still slightly hard. Ryan's fucking had slowed while they all watched Kevin's dad cum. "Get up," he said to them. His son and his son's coach stood up, stretching their legs. He noticed how different Ryan looked than the other two guys. "Coach, get on the table on all fours. Kevin, get on all fours behind him on the edge, and Ryan, get behind Kevin. The two jocks and the coach got into position. Their three hard dicks bounced around as they did. Ryan started fingering Kevin's butt for a second, until Mr. Rossi said, "Kevin, eat out your coach's ass while Ryan finishes fucking you. Mr. Rossi sat back down in his chair to watch the show, leaving his dick out of his pants. He knew he was going to have to have these pants dry cleaned. Kevin looked at the hairy, cum covered hole in front of him. He felt Ryan's two fingers leave his ass as his dick went back in. He tentatively leaned forward and licked the butthole in front of him. The stench of ass and cum was strong. He started working his tongue deeper into his coach's hole as he lapped up his dad's load. The coach was moaning a lot and squirming on Kevin's tongue. The coach had never been rimmed, and it felt awesome. It was even better when he felt a big hand on his dick, and looked over to see Mr. Rossi standing next to the table, jerking off both the coach and his own son. He closed his eyes and felt the strong hand squeezing and stroking him while Kevin ate his ass. Coach Cosgrove knew he wasn't going to last long like this. Mr. Rossi's hand was jerking him off fast, and his hairy belly was bouncing against his hand every so often. "Aww, shit, I'm gonna shoot," said the coach, and he shot what had to have been the biggest load of his life. He felt Kevin's tongue trying to break through his butthole as it clenched with his orgasm, and Mr. Rossi didn't slow down and milked out every drop. The coach almost fell off the table as he got off and sat in his desk chair to watch the rest of the show. Ryan was really pounding Kevin deep, his tight chest and abs covered in sweat, while Mr. Rossi stood next to Kevin, jerking him with his left hand. He noticed that Kevin's dad's cock was hard now, poking again out of his dress slacks. Kevin moaned and the coach saw five or six streams of jizz shoot out of the kid's dick. He noticed that even Kevin's back was starting to get hairy, and Kevin's dad kept milking out his cum. Both Ryan and Mr. Rossi moaned, and the coach realized that both men must have just shot their loads. Mr. Rossi looked down and -- Kevin's dad looked around the room. He was out of breath. It took him a few seconds to get his bearings. He was breathing heavy and starting at what looked like a ceiling. It was a ceiling he realized, and he saw a fan. It was his bedroom fan. He looked over at the alarm clock on the dresser. The room was sunny, and it was 9:48 AM. It took Mr. Rossi a few seconds to realize that he had just had a very vivid sex dream. He hadn't had one like that in years, probably even decades. He was shocked at how real it seemed, like it had just been happening a few seconds ago...which it kind of did, he figured. He smelled something, and looked down. He had kicked off the bedsheets, and he looked down over his hairy, powerful chest and round belly and saw his big, thick Italian cock sticking out of his boxer shorts at a 45 degree angle, facing him. He also realized he had shot a huge load all over himself while he slept. Luckily his wife had gotten up early and was at her Saturday morning class until this afternoon. He looked at the cum that was all over him - huge white strings were laying all over his stomach, and a few had shot up towards his chest and almost to his chin. It was a big load, he thought, especially after having sex with his wife just last night. The room smelled heavy like cum. Mr. Rossi closed his eyes and dropped his head back on the pillow, trying to remember what he could about his dream. What he didn't see was that his son had been watching him through the door. He walked past the bedroom door on the way to brush his teeth, having just woken up, wearing nothing but a pair of flannel pants. He thought he heard some noise in the bedroom, and peeked in the crack. He saw his dad's big thick cock poking through his boxers, and saw his dad moving a little bit and moaning quietly every so often. Kevin was transfixed, and his own boner started sticking out of his fly. He watched for a few minutes and was amazed when he dad's dick began firing shots of cum all over his hairy chest and stomach. Kevin's eyes were wide watching how the cum continued to shoot out, and oozed out. Kevin hurried to the bathroom to shoot his own load after seeing that, while Mr. Rossi got up and took a shower.