Date: Tue, 19 Dec 2017 17:52:39 -0500
From: a4f tales <a4ftales@gmail.com>
Subject: "12 Tales of Christmas II: The Rendezvous, Part Two"

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As proud as I was of my head-giving skills, even I couldn't match the
hungry way Coach P crouched down and took my raging hard cock in his big
mitt, all eager-eyed as he looked up at me, opened his beard-framed lips,
and sucked me to the root in one long, easy, gulping swallow.

"Awww, holy fuck," I grunted, partly in pleasure, partly in surprise at the
whole notion that my big, beefy Coach could be such a skilled, hungry
cocksucker. Come to think of it, I was probably also a little bit in shock
that the big stud was about to turn his thick, muscular ass up for me to
fuck. He gave something like a chuckle in reply, all deep and humming
around the hardness of my cock, which just amped up the pleasure he was
giving it, as he wrapped his lips and tongue around my bone and let his
warm spit soak it down.

"Big fucker's a hungry one," Brady murmured in my ear with a chuckle in his
voice as he stepped up behind me, wrapping his big arms around my torso and
nuzzling against me. I could feel the thick, hard throb of his big dick,
laid up the cleft of my ass, throbbing away happily like it had done so
many times since last Christmas. I eased back into his embrace and let
Coach do his work.

Between the hot, wet, expert combo of suction and tonguework on my piece,
the warm moist slide of his full lips up and down my seven inches, Coach's
hungry grunts of pleasure, and the way Brady strummed my tits and nuzzled
up and down my neck and shoulder from behind, I was pretty much in
heaven. My big bro seemed to know exactly how I was feeling, as he murmured
to me over the wet, smacking, slurping sounds of Coach P feasting on my big
high school senior's cock.

"Yeah, he's got a magic damn tongue, lil bro," Brady murmured in my
ear. "Almost as good as you, kiddo. Big hunky fucker's hungry for big jock
dick. Loves his jock boys. Made my high school career pretty fuckin'
amazing."

"Shit, how long did you two..." I started, tapering off as Brady chuckled,
and began to slowly thrust his big, hard cock up and down the cleft of my
ass in a series of small, smooth movements. He grunted approvingly as I
tightened my ass muscles up against him.

"He first blew me my junior year," Brady said. "I told him I wanted to put
extra work in. Get up to the next weight class. Get bigger and better. So I
stayed late here with him a lot. Lifting, practicing holds, all that good
stuff. And one thing led to another, and he was swallowing my fuckin' cum,
bro."

"Jesus that's hot," I hissed, picturing it very clearly in my mind.

"Shame he didn't show you sooner," Brady went on. "But after me, he said he
wasn't gonna do it anymore. Not with students. Like he said, too risky. You
gotta respect that."

"But you didn't stop," I half-moaned.

"Nope," Brady chuckled. "He got hooked on the dick. I didn't fuck him until
my senior year, though. And after that, well... I guess we just got too
good a thing going, right Coach?"

Coach looked up at us, looming over him as he swallowed my inches again and
again, and murmured around my cock. I guess he was agreeing, I dunno,
because I was trying not to just give in to my oncoming load and let him
get a gutful of hot fresh teen cum. But he stroked his big hands up and
down the long, hard muscles of my quads, muscles he'd helped me build this
past year, almost encouraging.

"But I've been working on him... well, in a couple ways," Brady chuckled
again. "Talking you up. I knew he'd want to sample your magic mouth,
bro. But I knew he'd want this big fuckin' cock of yours, too. Any way he
could get it."

Coach let out a kind of whimper and sucked on me even harder. Damn. It was
such a trip, seeing this whole side to him. All stern and strong and manly
as fuck out on the gym floor, but right here, right now, Coach was the
bottom from heaven. Hungry for teen jock cock. And if I could keep it
together, keep my load in check, I was about to give him even more of what
the big fucking stud really craved.

"I'll give you a protip, bro," Brady murmured, his lips grazing my
ear. "Talk to him. Makes it even better, for him and for you too."

"Yeah, suck my cock, Coach," I blurted out, and he moaned and squeezed my
thighs again. I stood up on the balls of my feet, making my quads bulge
more, and he moaned and squeezed some more.

"Yeah, keep it up, bro," Brady murmured, the tip of his tongue flicking my
ear, thrusting a little more up between the globes of my ass.

"Big fuckin' wrestler jock cock for ya, Coach," I went on, letting my brain
and my tongue loose. I thought about the things Brady murmured to me when
we were fucking around, and like a lot of things in my life lately, I
modeled myself on him. "Fuckin' hard teen cock, boned for you and your
sweet mouth. Big and hard for my fuckin' Coach."

"Mmmmmmm," he murmured around me as he sucked up and down my length, faster
and wetter. I put my hands on the back of his head, in his close-cropped
blond hair, and started to guide his head up and down, feeling him get even
more enthusiastic.

"Thinkin' about fuckin' your big sexy ass for years, Coach," I
grunted. "Gettin' your hot lips around my big young cock. Like you love
doing for my big brother. Sucking your horny students off. Wanting `em to
fuck your big stud ass, that right, big guy?"

Another deep-chested moan from him, his blue eyes looking up almost needily
as they met mine. Fuck, he looked so hot, his lips all stretched around my
thickness - and I was thick, thick like my big brother, thick and long and
hard and ready for so much more. I guess I'd kinda been thinking of myself
as more of a bottom, with the way I loved sucking dick, how good it felt
getting my big brother's big long stud jock cock up my ass. But Coach was
making me rethink all that. Making me think I should broaden my interests.

"You want my thick young cock up your ass, don't ya, Coach," I half-moaned
down at him as I cradled his handsome face in my hands and urged his head
up and down my shaft. "Thick hot student cumloads breedin' you up. Thick
hard teen dick up your stud ass, yeah?"

"Attaboy, kiddo," Brady chuckled, running his tongue up my delt, up the
side of my neck. "Knew you were a little fuckin' stud. Just like Coach
likes 'em. Hot, horny, muscled-up jock kids with big hard cocks. The stuff
you dream about, yeah Coach?"

Coach came up off my cock, his face all flushed, thick ropes of his spit
connecting his lips and the head of my cock for a quick moment, before he
lashed his tongue all over my meat and slurped them up.

"Fuck," he growled, staring up at me with a hot, lusty look on his handsome
face that I'd never seen on him before. It was kind of like the excited
look he got when one of us took an opponent down to take the match, only
deeper. Hungrier. Even more excited.

"You hot little fuckers," he said, leaning back in to run his fat wet
tongue all up the length of my throbbing, drooling cock, making me moan
with lust and him with hungry appreciation. "Big-dicked Barrett stud boys,
fuckin' Christ."

"Tell him how old you are, bro," Brady whispered in my ear, his big hands
stroking over the muscles of my chest and stomach as his piece throbbed up
against my ass, getting my cheeks all sticky with the precum starting to
flow from it. "Remind him how forbidden all this is."

"I'm 17, Coach," I said, going with the flow as I took hold of his bearded
chin and tilted his face up to look me square in the eyes. "Turn 18 in a
couple months. You're sucking on your student's underage fuckin' cock,
Coach P. You like that?"

Coach just growled, all deep and hungry, the animal inside him wanting to
get out real bad. He pushed up from his crouch, all big hard dick and
thick, bulky muscles, grabbing the back of my head and kissing me, hard and
hungry and manly as fuck. I could taste my own cock on his tongue and lips,
in his spit, as I kissed him back, reaching around him to clap my hands on
the big, beefy muscles of his stud ass. The slap of my hands on his stud
flesh echoed off the lockers either side of us, along with his manly
grunt. We fed each other our tongues and our thick, warm spit, sloppy and
noisy and aggressive, as Brady rubbed my muscled flanks up and down and
murmured his approval.

"You gonna fuck me, Barrett?" Coach growled when we finally pulled apart,
reaching down to take hold of my throbbing, juice-flowing young cock. Not
stroking, exactly, because I think he knew how far he'd cocked my trigger,
and he had other plans in mind for my load.

"Yeah, I'm gonna fuck you, Coach P," I said, still holding the back of his
neck, squeezing it. "Fuck you with my big teen cock. You ready?"

"Get me ready, Barrett," he growled, one hand on my cock, the other on the
back of my neck now too.

He moved quick, all muscles and power and kind of graceful speed, just like
a good wrestler does. He slung one thick thigh over the bench, straddling
it, arching his back and presenting his juicy, beefy, powerfully muscled
man ass to me as he looked back at me over one big-muscled shoulder.

"Get in there, kid," he growled. "I know this ain't the first ass you've
ever eaten, you hot little fuck."

Inside me, I was kind of fighting two sides of myself. There was the
hungry, sexual, manly side of me, ready to suck and lick and plow and shoot
my cum. And then there was the kind of awestruck teen side of me too, the
guy who'd basically idolized this big hairy-chested stud for the past few
years. The guy who couldn't believe all three of us, me and Coach P and my
big brother, were standing naked in our high school locker room, naked and
boned and ready to really get down to business.

But the man in me won out, the man I'd become really fast, especially this
past year of adventuring with my brother. I stepped up, slung my leg over
the bench, and bent over behind Coach, grabbing hold of his powerful rump
with both hands and squeezing.

"Big fuckin' ass," I murmured, all awestruck by the beefy, muscular power
of the fucking thing. I'd admired it for years, thought about what it must
look like stripped out of his sweats, and now here it was, even better than
I'd dreamed of.

"Yeah little bro," Brady said, giving me an encouraging push between the
shoulder blades. "Show Coach how good you are at eating a man out. Just
like you showed me."

"Aw Jesus Christ," Coach growled at that. "Can't believe you two, shit..."

"Better fuckin' believe it, Coach," Brady said with a grin, swaggering
around to the bench, straddling it with his muscular thighs spread, his big
cock curved up hard, all shiny with the precum he'd been smearing all over
the insides of my ass cheeks a few moments ago. "Me and my little brother
have been fucking around over a year now. Taught the kid everything I
know. Everything you showed me first. And now here we are. Getting ready to
fuck around with you."

Brady leaned back, looking down underneath Coach's beefy frame, then
grinned up at me, watching me manhandling the man's muscular ass and thick
ex-wrestler thighs.

"He's hard as fuck, little bro," Brady said, and well, I mean,
duh. "Leakin' like a faucet. You got him so wet for you, baby
brother. Leakin' all over the locker room bench."

He looked down at Coach, that big smile on his face, playful and sexual at
the same time. I knew that look real well by now - it was a look that said
he was in complete control, but at the same time, really looking forward to
playing with you. Doing stuff he knew you were gonna enjoy as much as him.

"The bench your students sit their tight little teen jock asses on to get
changed, Coach," he said, cupping Coach P's square jaw, tilting it up to
look at him. "Getting changed to work out with you. And now you got two of
your students, ready to work you out. Just like you always wanted, right
big fella?"

I could see the ripple as Coach shuddered, his thick-muscled back twitching
and flexing, a deep lusty moan coming out of him. I crouched down beside
him, and sure enough, just like my brother had said, Coach's chunky piece
was leaking a long, thick ribbon of precum. He'd gone half-soft while he
focused on sucking on my unit, but it was one hell of an impressive cock,
all fat and hefty and helmet-headed. I watched the strand of his cockspit
drooling down toward the bench - like Brady had said, the bench me and my
teammates had sat on as we dressed and undressed, before and after gym
class, freshly sweaty and freshly showered. Hell, one time after practice,
when I'd spent the whole session with one of those out-of-the-blue cases of
the hornies you just can't shake - you know what I mean - I'd sat down on
this bench, just about in this very spot, and stroked a fast, furious and
real satisfying load into my freshly-worn, sweat-damp jock in my
hand. Thinking about Coach P, and my buddy Micah, and big Spencer Froeling,
all four of us just working it out together right there in the locker room.

I grunted at the sight of Coach's heavy cock drooling that fat, clear
thread, and leaned in under his flank to catch it with my tongue, slurping
it up as I followed the thread back to the source, that fat shiny pink
helmet head. When I reached it, I bathed the hot, salty, musky flesh with
my tongue, suckling on the fat knob of manflesh as Coach moaned and
throbbed back into full hardness, his big paw reaching for the back of my
head. I don't know if he wanted me to stop or keep going, and hell, I
wasn't sure which way I wanted to go myself.

"You two have got the rest of the semester to smoke each other's bones,"
Brady chuckled from above us. "Coach needs some hard teen jock cock up that
big ass of his, little bro. Stay focused. Give the big guy what he needs."

Like any big brother, Brady could be full of shit sometimes, but more and
more lately, he knew what was up for real. I'd come to trust him - you have
to, I guess, when you let a guy snake his thick, hard cock up inside you
like Brady had done so often, and so well, since last Christmas - and I
knew he was right.

I straddled the bench behind Coach again, sat my ass down, took hold of his
big sexy blond-haired glutes, and spread him wide. His hole was pink and
tight, buried in a deep dimple in his fleshy ex-jock's ass, all dressed
with golden fur. Like the rest of him, he smelled clean, with that funky
manly edge just beneath whatever soap or body wash or whatever he used. Not
a bad smell, but definitely a mature kind of one. Like the taste of
whiskey, or blue cheese, or that super-dark chocolate Mom liked - not kid's
stuff. What did Dad call it - yeah, right, an acquired taste. I'd sure
acquired it, though. Brady had moaned with pleasure and a little surprise
when I'd licked his ass, after our second suck session last Christmas -
licked it, then gone on in deeper. Something I'd wanted to do ever since
I'd seen it in a porn when I was 14 or 15. Since then, I'd added it to my
routine with my fuck buddies, and I hadn't had one yet who'd shied away
from it.

I blew a little gust of breath over Coach's pucker, watching his big sexy
body shiver and ripple all over as I did. I kind of wanted to tease him,
but then I was 17 and my cock was so hard it was practically aching, and I
was starting to leak a thick stream of precum myself now. Maybe now me and
Coach P had got a taste of each other, today could be, like... an
appetizer. Maybe we could keep coming back to the buffet over and over
again. Like him and my big brother had done, once they'd gotten started
when Brady was 16 going on 17.

So fuck it. I hesitated for a second, and then I pushed my face up between
those big, beefy, powerful glutes Coach was presenting to me so invitingly,
immersing myself in the heat and the sweat and the manly richness of
him. Deep and complex and fuckin' delicious, and I didn't waste any more
time snaking my tongue out to lick him up and down. Just like that dirty
old R&B song, I got to work and licked Coach P's pussy and his crack, up
and down, lapping at his salty, manly, blond-furred richness, growling
hungrily to myself as my cockhead rubbed up against my abs.

"Tastes good don't he, lil bro," Brady grinned down at me, and all I could
do was moan and try to nod without breaking tongue contact. Of course Brady
knew. The way he'd eaten me out, I knew he was a dirty, horny, manly
fucker. Just like I was getting to be, and never more than right now,
eating my wrestling coach out right in our high school locker room. Getting
him all warm and wet and open, so I could slide my cock inside him, where
my tongue was working right now.

Coach P grunted and growled and pushed his juicy stud ass back against my
face, so I clapped my hands on his ass, making a nice loud smack sound, dug
my fingers into the beefy flesh that covered the powerful muscles of his
haunches, and buried my tongue up inside of him. His moans went up in
pitch, then got all muffled. I looked up over the big mounds of his glutes,
past the back of his head, and saw Brady looking down at him with that pure
sexual look of lust he got. He had one hand on the back of Coach's head,
the other out of sight, but I wasn't stupid - I knew what was up. My big
brother was feeding Coach his big, thick college-jock dick, and from the
way Brady's eyes closed and he bit his lip, Coach was giving him the same
expert ride he'd given me a few minutes ago.

That was so fuckin' hot, and it got my balls all tingling and my tongue
working even harder. I let myself go a little, got all grunty and sloppy,
slurping and spitting directly onto Coach's steadily loosening hole, thick
wads of teen jock spit sliming him up, spitwads I pushed inside him with my
tongue as I made out with his hot fuckin' hole. I went at him, nuzzling and
licking and sucking on the little ring of muscle, until my jaw started to
ache and my nose was beginning to smart from the way Coach kept bucking his
big studly ass back against my face. Wanting more of my tongue. Wanting
more of me inside of him.

I was gonna give it to him, and right fucking now.

When I came up out of his depths, I could hear the sloppy, grunting
slurping of Coach sucking on Brady's stud cock. My big bro opened his eyes
and grinned at me, all sexy and proud, like he did when I swallowed his
juicy jock bone.

"Ready to fuck him, aren't ya, little bro," he murmured. "Ready to fuck
Coach's studfuck ass, yeah?"

"Fuck yeah I am, bro," I grunted back, fisting my big, angry-headed cock as
I watched the big guy suck-swallow Brady's handsome unit.

"He keeps his lube in the front pocket of his hoodie," Brady grinned, easy
and casual and confident. "Least, he always did with me, right Coach?"

Coach just made a long, low, deep sound that was probably an affirmative. I
reached over, picked up his grey hoodie with the Sig Ep letters on it, and
reached into the big front pouch - and sure enough, there was a bottle of
Astroglide. I grinned at Brady, who winked at me, reaching down to give
Coach a pat on his big, muscular back below him.

"Yeah, I knew Coach'd be ready for this, bro," he said. "Always ready when
there's an opportunity to get a nice hard piece of young jock cock inside
him, right sir?"

I don't know if Coach's face was red from the effort of sucking Brady's big
cock to the root, or from embarrassment, but it didn't matter. I didn't
know how to tell him he didn't need to be embarrassed at all. I thought it
was all hot as fuck, and I was glad he was prepared for this, because in a
matter of seconds, I was slicking up my own big young cock while Brady
watched me, smiling proudly. I squirted another wad of the stiff onto my
fingers and applied it to Coach's hole, pushing it inside of him as he
bucked his ass up and back again.

"He nice and wet now, little bro?" Brady half-moaned as Coach slurped
noisily on him. I nodded. "Good job, little stud. Get up inside of him,
bro. Give the man what he needs. A nice hard, slick young dick to fill him
up with."

Coach moaned even louder and harder around Brady's shaft, making Brady
clutch the back of his head even tighter, his eyes rolling up as he moaned
himself at the sensation.

"Here I come, Coach," I grunted, pushing the flared, slick head of my teen
cock to his glossy hole. "Another Barrett boy's cock, just for you, big
guy."

Coach pushed his ass back and moaned, I pushed my hips forward, and after a
little resistance, a little stretch and push, I was pushing my way up
inside him.

Jesus christ, he was so tight and hot inside. I had a nice big dick, and I
wasn't super sure I could just push on inside of him like this, especially
when I'd seen the tight little knot of his hole the first time. But he
opened up for me, letting me up inside him, moaning around my big bro's
cock as he gave way to my raging hard 17-year-old bone.

"Ohmygod," I blurted in one rush, because he kept on taking me, my cock
sailing home smoothly inside his guts with one steady push.

"Fuck yeah, attaboy, you little fuckin' stud," Brady grinned. "Always knew
you had it in ya, and now Coach does too."

"He's got it in him, alright," I moaned, Brady chuckling as I gave one last
solid push, and sank to my bush inside his meaty, juicy ex-jock ass. Felt
him throbbing and pulsing and clutching around me inside, like velvet and
steel and who the fuck knows what else - he just felt amazing. I knew right
then that there was no way in hell I could restrict myself to being a
bottom, for sure.

Brady held up his hand to high-five me, and we slapped palms and got to
work. It was an awesome sight, watching my big brother fuck, his thicker
college-stud muscles flexing and starting to gleam with sweat under the
industrial overhead lights of the locker room. I let my eyes roam over his
prime stud body, then down over the back of Coach's head, over the sweaty,
thick-muscled terrain of his back, all beefy but still holding the prime
shape of his college grappling days. Down to the chunky globes of his ass,
jiggling a little as I thrust up into him, the gold-furred globes split
open by the thickness of my high-schooler's cock. I got a good solid hold
of his powerful hips and set to fucking him.

Me and Brady had practiced fuck skills on his Fleshlight, him holding it
for me, pressed up to my side, murmuring encouragements and instructions in
my ear as he taught me how to control my hips, my pace, my thrusts. It was
as close as I'd gotten to fucking him, besides my tongue and a couple
fingers while I was sucking another hefty nut from his big stud
balls. Between that and watching and feeling him fuck me, I felt like I had
a pretty good handle on the whole dicking-hole thing, and I did my best to
show it, to Coach P and Brady both.

"Aw yeah, he's fucking you now, Coach," Brady said. "Big young stud dick
fillin' you up, just like you like it, big guy."

"Fuck yes," I grunted, my hips starting to piston. It wasn't gonna be a
long ride, no way in hell, but I was gonna do my damnedest to make it a
good one, for me and Coach both. "Fucking my Coach. Fuckin' awesome..."

Brady leaned over Coach's back and smacked his left ass cheek, making Coach
grunt hard and fuck back against me. I grinned at him and smacked Coach's
right cheek, and that just made the big beefy stud fuck himself harder on
my piece, while he furiously sucked on Brady's. We were Eiffel Towering the
big sexy ex-jock fuck, Brady leaning in, curling one hand round the back of
my neck, drawing my sweaty face into his to kiss, deep and wet, grunting as
we spit-roasted our hunky Coach together. Jesus, talk about bro-bonding.

The slap-slap-slap of my hips against his meaty ass and the
slurp-slurp-slurp of his mouth on my big brother's cock bounced around the
room, off the lockers either side of us, off the tile floor, adding to our
grunts and moans and the stream of dirty young fucktalk my brother and I
traded back and forth over Coach's big sweaty back. Between that and the
smell of our bodies, and the lingering sweaty-young-dudes smell of the
locker room, it was all just so fuckin' manly, so insane to be part of. A
thousand percent better than all the fantasies I'd had about shit like
this, and each time Brady and I came in tight to kiss, hungry and full of
lust and sex as we filled Coach P at each end with our big young cocks, I
fell a little bit more in love with my incredibly sexy brother. For showing
me all the things he'd shown me, doing all the things he'd done with and to
me, and most of all, giving me the gift of this amazing experience, a
fantasy made very fucking real.

"Make sure you shoot all that cum inside of him, lil bro," he panted. "I'll
do the same. We'll double-breed this big stud fuck together, like brothers
should, right Matty?"

"Fuck yeah," I moaned, knowing the end was real near now. "Fill him with
Barrett boy jock cum, Brades."

"Two loads of stud young cum for Coach P, little bro," he grunted
back. "Double brother jock cum for the big guy."

"I'm fuckin' ready, big bro," I huffed. "Ready to breed Coach."

"Aw shit, fuck yeah, Matty-bro," he moaned. "Me fuckin' too. Let's do
it. Let's cum together. Let's cum in Coach, little bro."

Below and between us, Coach moaned harder, fucked himself back on my cock
faster, sucked even more furiously on Brady's big stud dick. He wanted this
so bad, even more than we did, and that was a lot. A whole fucking
lot. Knowing he wanted it that bad - had wanted this for awhile, like Brady
had said - was just the cherry on the sundae. I ran one hand up his spine
to the back of his head, rubbing his bristly blond hair as I piston-fucked
him, letting my hips take over and drive me home inside of his hot,
grasping tightness. And then all of a sudden, I was there, ready to
blast. No way to stop it even if I wanted to, and there was no way I wanted
to. Not now. Not ever.

"Gonna fuckin' CUM!" I yelled, all those sparks in my belly blowing up into
a fucking fire, and then Brady reached over Coach's back to grab my hand,
squeezing it in his, and I lost my fucking shit. I shot and shot and shot,
grunting and gasping, my muscles tensing up all over as my balls turned
inside out, pumping shot after shot of my cum up inside Coach's guts. I
looked up and saw Brady's O-face in full effect, heard his short huffing
gasps as his rockin' bod tightened up hard, muscles bulging with his
fuck-pump, Coach's moans getting even louder as he gulped and swallowed and
tightened up all around me at the same time. Two hot thick young loads,
brother loads, blasting inside of him from either end. His fantasy, and
ours too, coming true.

Brady and me kissed slow and sloppy as our bodies twitched in the
aftermath, Coach grunting and damn near purring as he absorbed our young
seed, taking it deep inside of him, milking us with his two talented stud
holes until we both finally pulled out of him, sitting down hard on the
bench either end of him, panting and sweating and grinning like idiots at
each other. Coach settled his own ass down too, slowly rearing up, glowing
with sweat, cheeks flushed, trails of my brother's cum streaming from the
corners of his mouth, soaking into his thick, trimmed blond beard as he
panted with us.

"Sorry Coach, I wanted you to cum too," I panted, looking at the big
throbber rising between his thick thighs, all slick and gleaming in the
overhead light. "Guess I got carried away..."

Brady chuckled and nodded down at the bench between him and Coach.

"You little fuckin' stud, baby bro," he grinned. "You fucked Coach's load
right out of him."

Sure enough, there were thick white streaks of cum painted on the bench - a
lot of them. Coach ducked his head, not quite embarrassed, but grinned at
me too as he nodded.

"Hell of a fuck, Barrett," he rumbled, his voice all thick with my
brother's cum. He shot a look at Brady, a little half-grin curling his
thick, cum-sticky lips. "Might even have this asshole brother of yours
beat."

"Hey now, let's not get too crazy," Brady said, holding his hands up. "Not
if you want to keep getting this good dick, Coach."

He waved his still half-hard, spit-shiny cock at Coach, waggling his
eyebrows. Fucking clown. I had to laugh at that, and even Coach huffed out
a little chuckle.

"I dunno, Barrett," he said, reaching back to squeeze my thigh. "Your
little brother here might just have you beat on the mats and in the sack,
too."

I felt like ten feet tall, hearing that. That was a hell of a lot of
praise, coming from Coach. Fucking awesome.

"Shit, Coach," Brady said, waving him off. "You haven't even had him in the
sack. Not like me."

Coach's big, strong paw slid up and down my thigh as he turned to look me
over, then Brady. Saw our big young cocks, still not really soft. All the
cum he'd shot, between us.

"Still got a couple weeks of Christmas break left," he said, his grin
spreading, slow and wide and handsome. "Maybe we'll find out yet, decide
once and for all before you head back to Penn."

"I'm down with that plan," I said, and snaked one arm around Coach's big
torso, really digging how he instinctively leaned back into me as I stroked
the sweaty, nicely furred thickness of his pecs. "And shit, once this
asshole's gone back to school, we still got the rest of the semester to
work on it, right Coach?"

"Maybe," he said, looking at me squarely and seriously. "If we did... we'd
have to be careful, kid. Real damn careful."

"Don't worry, Coach," I murmured, nuzzling my lips up and down his delt and
the side of his neck, all sweaty and thick, doing just like Brady had
showed me how to do. "I want this as bad as you do. And I promise I'll take
real good care of you, big guy. Just like my big brother used to."

"Just like I still do, kid," Brady said. "Him and you both."

Brady slid one arm around Coach's beefy frame, and reached for me with the
other, and the three of us pulled in close and tight together again.

"Meantime, still plenty of hard young jock dick to go around, Coach," he
grinned. "You want some more?"

"Fucking big-dicked Barrett boys," Coach growled, shaking his head. "You
never fucking quit, you know that?"

"Never, Coach," I said, crowding in close behind him. He leaned up to kiss
my big brother, deep and wet, and I leaned in close to join them, and see
what else the three of us could get into.

-- The End --