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Linebackers 20 - Home Delivery


Brock barely heard the doorbell. The bearded teenager was playing PS3,
and he had some music up load. Spring had just come, and Brock was off
for spring break. His dad was out of town for business, and the kid
had the whole house to himself for three days. He had football
practice in the mornings, but otherwise he had the days all to
himself. He liked hanging out with his friends, but he spent most of
his time alone. He liked being alone and doing whatever he wanted,
whenever he wanted. Usually that meant sleeping, jerking off, playing
video games, or watching TV.

The house was a mess, and so was Brock. He had on a pair of long
athletic shorts, and the button-down shirt he threw on after practice
was warm so he'd had it unbuttoned. The jacked football player could
feel the wind from the fan on his belly - he paused his game to
stretch, and he rubbed his right hand on his tight stomach. It was
covered in long hairs, almost to the sides of his stomach. He
absent-mindedly scratched his left nipple, also buried in a forest of
fur. He was super hairy, but slowly starting to like it as he got
older. He used to be ashamed, and now, it kinda turned him on. He
flexed his bicep and saw the shirt stretch around it. He was only
5'9", but his broad shoulders and arms made him look tough. He'd let
his beard grow even more, and at this point, the stubble just grew
right down into his chest hair.

Right in the middle of his stretch, he heard the doorbell ring three
times. He jumped up over the recliner and he could feel his swollen
dickhead against the shiny material of his shorts. He wasn't hard, but
rubbing his chest and nipple had definitely given him a little chub.
Brock called, "Coming!" and hurried to the front door of the big
house.

Brock wasn't really prepared for what he saw when he opened the door.
It was a guy dressed in brown, so he knew it was UPS, but he inhaled
sharply and his mind got cloudy when he recognized who it was. It was
the guy from the porno store who had fucked him in the porn store
booth when he turned 18. He never told anyone what happened...but
sometimes he thought about it. Really, he thought about it a lot. The
guy had given him his e-mail address, but Brock never had the courage
to e-mail him - he was way too shy.

The delivery man was equally surprised. It was a hot day, and he was
out making his usual deliveries. He saw a car and heard the music, and
he needed a signature for the package, so he rang the bell a few
times. He never thought he'd see the kid he fucked. Immediately, the
older guy's dick started to harden. That night was easily the best sex
he'd ever had, and he checked his e-mail often, hoping the kid would
write him. He even checked his spam folder every day. He looked the
kid up and down - he was even hairier than last time he saw the
football player. The man had put on a few pounds over the winter, and
his UPS shorts were a little too small for him, and they had trouble
containing his huge swelling dick.

Brock finally blinked and said, "Uh, is that for us?"

"Yeah, sign here please." The kid took the plastic pen and signed the
pad, then handing it back and getting the package. It was something
his dad had ordered; he put it inside on the floor and looked at the
guy again. He wasn't a bad looking guy; he looked just like a normal
guy, like one of his friends' dads. But looked down at his crotch and
the hardness there, he knew the guy remembered, and he flashed back to
that night. He remembered how the chubby guy's gut bounced when the
guy fucked him.

Moments passed. No one knew what to say. The delivery driver thought
of how much he wanted to fuck this kid again and didn't want to miss
the opportunity. "Look, kid, you wanna do that again?"

It was an easy question for Brock, but his stomach was in knots. He
took a deep breath. "Yeah. Can you come back later?" Brock started
shaking a little when he said this. It was scary...and new...but so
fucking exciting. He was boned hard in his shorts now, and the older
man could see it. He could even see a wet spot forming.

"I can. How's eight?"

"OK. Uh...see you then," said Brock, closing the door. He looked down
at his tented shorts and took a few long breaths, and smiled as he
calmed down. He started cleaning.

Brock cleaned, more out of anxiety. He didn't like the waiting; he
wanted it to be over with and for it to be 8:00. He occupied the time
until then and finally, at 8:07, the doorbell rang. Brock had on a
jockstrap last time, so he had one under his shorts. He was shirtless,
and those same chest hairs spread up his shoulders and down his biceps
a little. He knew he had hair on his back, but he didn't care.

The hairy football jock jumped up and ran to the door. He opened it
and got the second shock of the day.

There was his..."friend?" he thought, not sure what to call the guy.
He had on just a t-shirt and some jeans. But behind him was someone
Brock knew. Someone Brock knew really well.

It was one of his football coaches, Coach Alex.

"FUCK!" both guys thought.

Brock could not believe his coach was standing in front of him. Brock
was horny and nervous and seeing his coach was like a splash of cold
water. But then the cold water mixed with the heat of his body, and
Brock got a little harder. He was worried for a second, not sure what
this straight-laced, married coach would say. Then Brock realized he
was here with the other guy.

Coach Alex was married, but he also like a little man fucking on the
side. He didn't do it often, but he had a few guys he fucked around
with when he got horny or his wife wouldn't put out. Jason was once of
them. He got a call from Jason earlier in the day; Jason told him he
had a surprise for him. He wouldn't tell him what but he said it would
be "fun and hot". But the coach never in a million years thought it
would be one of his players, and especially Brock, the quiet, hairy,
strong jock. The coach thought quickly and acted fast. "Hi, I'm Alex,"
he said to the kid, sticking his hand out to shake it.

Brock was confused for a second; he knew his coach's name...then he
figured it out. "Brock," he said, shaking his hand. He then did the
same to the older guy who replied, "Jason. Can we come in?"

Brock opened the door further and the guys stepped in. The three stood
awkwardly inside the house, looking around. "Nice house, kid," Jason
said. "Thanks, it's my dad's," Brock said, realizing too late how
stupid he sounded.

Coach Alex took charge. "Should we go get comfortable, guys?" Brock
and Jason nodded and they proceeded up the stairs.

Brock hadn't thought about it, but his bed was too small. They were
gonna have to use his dad's king sized bed. Brock knew his dad fucked
chicks there, but it seemed kinda dirty to fuck some guys
there...dirty, but hot. He led the older men into the bedroom and
closed the door.

Alex took his shirt off. The ex-football player had an ex-athlete
build, kind of thick but strong, and his chest was hairy, covered in
curly brown hairs. His belly was round, firm, and had more hair then
his chest. Brock had seen him naked before, but this was new, and he
looked at his coach in a whole new light.

Jason also took his shirt off. He was a little hairier (though neither
guy was as hairy as the teenage jock) but with more of a fat beer
belly. He had maybe 20 more pounds that the coach, but more fat than
the coach. Brock was already shirtless, just in his shorts, like the
coach, and Jason in his jeans.

Coach Alex stepped forward a little bit and put one hand on each of
the guys' chests. He'd always wondered what Brock's chest hair felt
like, being so thick and dense, and it was just as soft as he'd hoped.
Alex had fucked Jason a whole bunch of times and knew how hairy he
was, too. "Feels good, boys?"

Brock's nipples hardened as his coach's fingers tripped them. He
recognized that voice of authority and said, without thinking, "Yes,
coach." Jason smiled, thinking the kid was role playing or imagining
his coach; his fuck buddy told him he worked at a bank in the next
town over.

"Well let's get a lot more comfortable," and the coach dropped his
shorts. He was wearing a big jock; it was worn, but the pouched bulged
with his meat and nuts. Brock couldn't take his eyes off it as he
dropped his own shorts.

The older guys smiled when they saw Brock's jock. "Yeah!" said Jason,
reaching over to rub the kid's tight hairy stomach while the coach
felt up his chest hair. Alex saw Jason drop his jeans, wearing only
white briefs, his beer gut slightly hanging over the waistband.

Coach Alex used his other hand to rub the teen jock's jock pouch.
"Feel good?" he asked the bearded kid. Brock could barely croak out a
"yeah" in his trance, eyes closed, feeling these guys feel him.

Brock felt his dick harden in his jock pouch, as Jason rubbed his abs
with one hand and was rubbing his own basket with the other, his cock
hardening. The kid was just as hot as he remembered.

"Get on the bed, guys," said Coach Alex, walking over to Brock's
parents' king sized bed. Brock and the older guy sat down, Brock in
his jock and Jason in his briefs.

Coach Alex walked over to his fuck buddy friend and stood right in
front of him. Brock watched, amazed, as his coach's dick tented out
the well worn pouch. Brock could see a little yellow on the pouch, and
there was tons of hair spilling out of the pouch. The hard dick pushed
out the sides of the pouch and all the teen jock could see in there
was hair.

Jason rubbed the guy's pouch, feeling the hard dick through the rough
material. He pulled the pouch to the side and Brock's mouth dropped
open. Coach Alex's dick flopped out, hard, and Brock's jaw dropped.
The dick had to be 10 or 11 inches and thick. Jason palmed the big
dick for a minute, feeling the heat; he never stopped being amazed at
the guy's big dick.

Jason leaned down and licked the coach's cock. Alex put his hands on
his hips as Jason put the guy's big dickhead in his mouth and sucked
on it. He felt some juice drip out, and he slid halfway down the big
pole.

Brock couldn't take his eyes off this. "Fucking Coach Alex is getting
his dick sucked in my parents' bedroom...and it's huge!" he thought,
as he lightly ran the back of his fingers slowly up and down the
length of his hard cock through his jock pouch, without even realizing
it. This was overwhelming to him...he didn't know what to think.

"Yeah, suck that dick," Alex told his friend, thrusting a few more
inches into the guy's throat. Jason liked sucking dick, and the Coach
liked having his dick sucked. He liked the power and control to fuck
someone's face, whether it was his wife's or some guy.

Jason's briefs were also bulging with his hard cock. He reached over
and took the teen jock's hairy hand in his and put it on his pouch.
Brock wasn't sure what to do, so he just started squeezing. Jason
moaned, and Brock had a flashback of getting fucked by him in the
booth. He saw a wet spot had formed on the briefs, and the guy spread
his legs; Brock reached inside the leg hole of the guy's briefs and
gripped his fat cock, squeezing and stroking, watching him suck his
coach's dick.

Coach Alex, meanwhile, was watching all this while his big hard dick
leaked down his buddy's throat. He was too horny to keep going; he
liked this show and needed a break, so he stepped back. "Hey what's
your name again," he asked Brock, knowing full well what his name was
but not wanting his fuck buddy to know who he really was.

"Brock."

"Brock, lay back on the bed and let him suck your dick," said the
coach. The hairy jock slid back to the headboard, and Jason stripped
off his briefs. Brock saw his thick dick, poking hard and up, and
remembered it sliding up his hole. His heart started racing faster.

Jason crawled up the bed and looked at the kid's jock. The kid was
really hard, and he had tucked his dick to the left; the head was
pushing out of the kid's jock pouch, dribbling in the kid's dense leg
hairs, matting them wet. He pulled the jock aside the buff kid's
hairy, uncut cock popped out. Jason couldn't wait and immediately
wrapped his lips around it and sucked it down.

Brock groaned, and his coach watched from the side of the bed, slowly
playing with and stroking his own dick.  He used his left hand to rub
his hairy chest and feel his pecs; he lightly rubbed a finger over his
nipple, feeling it harden, and feeling the shocks go from his nipple
to his dick as it jumped and bounced. He slightly pinched them and
rolled them a little too, watching one of his star players get his
dick sucked. Coach Alex slapped his cock against his hairy abs, the
wet dickhead smacking against his belly.

The muscled hairy boy was getting one of the best blowjobs of his
life. He moaned as the guy took all his cock deep; no girls (or guys)
who sucked his dick really ever could do that. He looked down at the
chubby guy blowing him, seeing his love handles and his balding,
buzzed hair.

Jason, meanwhile, wanted to see that hairy ass again. He pulled the
kid's legs up and held the hairy nutsack in his hands. It was one of
the hairiest set of nuts he'd ever seen on any guy. He rubbed the jock
nuts as the kid exhaled deeply, and used his index finger to rub under
the sack and feel the hair there. He went a little lower and felt the
kid's moist hole.

"Yeah, finger his hole man," the coach said. Brock looked over at
Coach Alex, surprised at what he was hearing; his coach sounded
nothing like the stern taskmaster Brock was used to at practice. The
coach was being forceful, but not mean; his voice was husky, raspy and
deep. All three men were really turned on at the scene.

Jason lifted the jock's legs and started licking his hole. Brock
loudly groaned; he'd never had his ass eaten, he'd thought about it
once but it sounded too gross and too dirty, but here he was, his
hairy muscled legs up, and a wet, squirming feeling at his hole. He
was amazed at how it made his dick feel; he reached down and stroked
it light.

Coach Alex saw how the kid was leaking all over his hairy abs. He'd
always worked out Brock extra hard, and the kid took it - his body
also showed it. Deep down, the coach also admired how Brock didn't
shave his chest or stomach, or even his shoulders; the admired the kid
in a lot of ways.

Brock held his legs up and moaned. Jason slobbed and sucked on the
jock hole, tasting the funk and the sweat of a hairy teen jock. He
knew he had to get back in there, and he slid up on his knees. Jason's
dick was resting right on the kid's balls and cock, as all three guys
looked down.

"You want it again, kid?" the man asked, looking down at the bearded
teen jock. Brock lifted his eyes and looked up, nodding. He wanted to
feel the guy's dick in him again.

Jason spit in his dick and stroked his big hard prick. He leaned up
and placed the head at the hole. "Here it goes," he said, as he pushed
forward.

"UHHHHHHHH!" Brock screamed, letting out a deep breath as the guy
split him open. It was tight but it slid in easily, and Brock relaxed
his muscles; Coach Alex saw the jock's abs relax under all that hair.

The older guy moaned as he went deep in the kid's hairy asshole. It
felt just as good as last time, and he started slipping it in and out
as the kid grabbed the back of his thighs and spread further. This let
the guy slide another inch in, and Brock moaned as he got one more
inch of hard dick up his jockhole.

The coach was watching all this and knew the guys were ready; he was
ready, too. He got on the bed, kneeling behind his friend, pressing
his hairy chest against him. He wrapped his arms around the guy's
thick chest, taking a nipple in each hand, pressing his hard dick
against the guy's crack. He whispered in Jason's ear, "You want me to
fuck you too, don't you?" and Jason nodded.

Jason loved getting the guy's dick in his hole. He'd had his ass
reamed plenty of times by Alex; he'd never fucked him, but he didn't
even really want to. He liked getting fucked by him too much. He
didn't let anyone else fuck him but Alex.

Coach Alex positioned his dickhead in his fuck buddy's crack, letting
some precum coat the guy's hole. He knew Jason liked it rough. He felt
the lightly haired buttcheeks milk his dick as the guy fucked Brock.
Coach Alex looked down at Brock, eyes closed, and legs spread wide as
Jason jabbed his prick into the hairy hole.

Jason leaned forward a little, ready, and the coach spread the guy's
cheeks. He saw the hole, and he put his dick on it and pushed it in.

Brock opened his eyes when he heard Jason yelp and saw his coach's
bearded face behind the older guy as he plowed the kid's asshole.
Brock loved how full his asshole felt with the thick, hot meat up it;
his uncut dick was leaking all over his abs. He saw the coach's body
moving and he figured it out; his coach was fucking this guy. He could
feel Jason pick up the pace a little, and he could have sworn the
guy's dick was a little bigger up his ass.

Jason looked down at the hairy jock and smiled at him. Brock grinned a
little too. Jason had never been fucked and been fucking at the same
time and he was on overload. Alex was still tweaking his nipples as
Jason slid back and forth on the huge dick as he fucked Brock.

Coach Alex looked at Brock sternly, and the men locked eyes for a few
seconds. Both snapped away as they heard Jason moan and say, "Oh fuck
guys, I think I'm gonna cum."

Brock wanted to feel the guy spray up his ass again. Jason started
pounding harder and harder and finally thrust it deep as Alex shoved
it in his asshole as far as he could; the older guy was seeing stars
as his big cock washed his load all over the teen jock's guts. Having
his bud's big thick dick up his ass made him cum harder, and he didn't
move; Brock could feel every throb of the dick as a spreading warmth
filled his guts.

The coach couldn't help it; knowing one of his players was getting his
guts hosed with cum, combined with the squeezing of his friend's hole
on his dick, made him also shoot a load. "Fuck, I'm cumming," he said,
as his own dick unloaded in the asshole, pumping out a huge load up
the kid's ass.

The guys panted as moaned, and Brock's dick was rock hard watching the
scene in front of him. His legs weren't even tired; he was liking
having his hole filled too much. He saw the coach lean back on his
legs, and he felt Jason slide out, his hole feeling empty as the cold
air blew over it.

Jason knelt on the side of the bed next to the kid. "Fuck," he said,
shaking the cum off his dick onto the sheets. He looked over at his
friend, sitting back, his dick still hard and wet, covered in cum.

Brock looked down his hairy chest and hairy stomach at his hard dick,
then past that at his hard, hairy coach. He knew what he wanted, and
he saw how hard his coach was. He let his legs up as he started at
Coach Alex.

Jason was massaging his softening dick as his fuck buddy leaned up and
moved forward towards the kid. He'd seen the coach shoot two or three
times a night, and he grinned at Brock, knowing what he was about to
feel.

Brock felt his coach put his huge hands on the kid's hairy legs,
pushing them down to raise the kid's hairy hole. He looked at the wet
jock's asshole. He'd seen how hairy the kid's ass was in the locker
room; he'd always noticed how Brock always wore a white jock, and it
stood out against all the dark hair.

Coach Alex slid his huge cockhead up and down the kid's puffy asshole.
He couldn't believe he was gonna fuck this kid, this kid he'd coached
for years. He felt the long hairs swirl around his cock and his dick
throbbed; he knew he was ready.

The coach looked down and pushed his dickhead in the teen asshole.
Brock moaned; it slid in easy and felt so awesome. He looked up at his
coach as his coach slid it in all the way, and he moaned as the coach
slid in a few more inches than the other guy did. "Fuck, coach is
huge," he thought. "He's tearing apart my asshole! God, it feels so
good."

Alex looked at the kid. "How's that feel, Brock?" he said, staring in
his eyes as he thrust it in and out, long dicking the teen musclejock.

"Good," he said to his coach, still a little more intimidated than he realized.

"Tell me how it feels," the coach said, snaking the young kid's hole.

"Fuck, you're huge...it feels like you're tearing my asshole apart,
but it feels so...uhhhhh," he said, as the coach started pounding it
hard and deep, hearing the kid describe the fucking he was getting by
his own coach.

Meanwhile, Jason had been stroking his dick and rubbing his nuts at
the scene in front of him. He could tell the guys were connecting, and
it was hot. The older guy was hard again, watching his hairy, muscular
friend with benefits pound this kid's jock pussy. He felt his asshole
clench and some of his friend's load squirt out, and decided it was
time for the kid to pay him back.

Jason slid up and straddled the kid's chest, pinning his arms down as
the guy faced his friend, his back to Brock's face. He looked at Alex
and grinned, moving backward.

Brock couldn't really move, but he didn't want to; his coach had his
legs pinned down while he leaned on him, pounding the kid's hairy jock
hole, and Jason was kneeling on his arms. He felt Jason move back as
his ass got closer and closer to his face, and he wasn't sure what was
going on. Right before it got his face, it hit him what the guy
wanted. Jason reached back and spread his big fat asscheeks apart; he
was the least hairy guy in the room, but he had some hair on his ass
and a little more in his asscrack. Brock saw the guy's hairy hole,
exposed and wet, and Jason moved back one more step; his hole was
right in front of Brock's mouth.

Brock slowly leaned forward and slid his tongue out, touching the
hole. It tasted wet and...different. He licked the hole and felt Jason
shudder. The older guy sat back a little and Brock's tongue slid up
the hole.

Jason moaned and grinned at the coach. Alex was really pounding the
hairy kid now, hard and deep, as the older guys looked at each other
and down at the kid's hard dick, leaking on his belly. Alex took one
arm and pulled the guy forward a little as they locked lips and
started making out. The guys were roughly sucking face, biting lips
and roughly mashing tongues. Jason felt his friend's beard on his
face; that was one of his favorite parts of playing with his friend.

Meanwhile, Brock had started lapping the older guy's hole even more,
screwing his tongue in and out of the butthole. Every so often he felt
something slide out of the hole, and he figured it was his coach's
cum. He wiggled his tongue in the hole in front of him, and heard the
guy moan. Jason was amazed at how the kid's stubble felt on his
asscheeks; Alex didn't eat his ass, and it had been a while since
someone ate out his hole.

Coach Alex was getting close; the kid was still so tight and it was
gripping his hard hairy dick so tight. He heard Jason say, "Aw fuck,"
and they looked down as Jason sprayed cum on the kid's teen dick,
unable to hold in his load as Brock squirmed up his ass. Jason sprayed
five or six shots without touching his dick, coating the underside of
the kid's hairy cock.

Brock felt a warm wetness on the bottom on his cock and realized the
guy was pumping a load on it. It put the kid right at the edge of
shooting his own load as he was being smothered by the guy's
asscheeks. Jason looked down at the kid's hard dick and picked it up
in his palm, lifting it a little.

That was all it took for Brock, and he muffled something as his hard
teen dick started firing its load. He shoot at least ten strong shots
all over Jason's cock and belly, and his hole contracting pushed the
coach right over the edge. Brock then felt Coach Alex's dick swell and
pump another load up his asshole; Brock felt the coach shoot and
shoot, and he left his hefty hard dick in the kid's butt as it
softened.

Jason laid back on the bed next to the kid as the coach put the jock's
sore legs down, feet on the bed. All three men were out of breath,
Brock still wearing his jock. "Fuck boys, that was hot," said Jason
breathlessly, grinning. The room smelled like sex, sweat, ass and cum.

Brock opened his eyes, his head foggy, his hole sore but feeling
awesome. He looked at his coach and they locked eyes; the coach looked
at Brock. "Good to meet you, buddy. I'm gonna clean up and get
dressed," the coach said, standing up. "You guys can use that
bathroom," the kid said. He wasn't sure what was going to happen with
his coach, but he got the feeling his coach wanted this kept secret.
Jason got up and started gathering his clothes.

*************************************************************************

On his way home, the coach dialed a number on his cell phone. He had a
friend at UPS; a regional manager, pretty high up in the company. The
guy answered. "Hey man, it's Alex. Hey, remember that no questions
asked favor you owe me?" "Yeah, it's time to pay up."

Three days later, about two in the afternoon, Brock was at Taco Bell
with a few guys on the team, and Coach Alex was watching films at the
school, despite it being spring break. Both guys received a text
message from Jason. "Hey guys - got a HUGE promotion but have to leave
NOW. Wife and I are selling the house and moving to Canada! If I'm
ever in town again will look you up!" Brock closed his phone and put
it back in his pocket, going back to eating and talking to the guys.
Coach Alex, alone, deep in the film room under the school, smiled,
knowing his and Brock's secret was safe. His dick started hardening,
remembering what happened that night; the coach pulled his hard cock
out of his shorts and started stroking.