Date: Sat, 21 Sep 2019 23:10:05 +0200 From: Matt Van dalen Subject: Nicholas and friends / Chapter 3: Winnig is losing The usual disclaimer apply, this is just a fiction and does not relate to actual events or characters. I'm open to any feedback, advises, recommendations, but note that thus is my first story ever and English is not my native language so please be kind to me 😊 This story takes place in a fictive world STD free. In real life: please always protect yourselves, and each others. More chapter will follow but I'm slow in writing, I'm sorry if it takes too long to come. Finally, please consider a donation to nifty. We wouldn't want the site to go down: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I hope you'll enjoy Matthew *Chapter 3 -- Winning is losing* Nicolas was pumped and excited as fuck today! He and his football team, the Dons of Santa Barbara High, have been training extra hard these last days in prevision of today's game against one of the best team of the championship: The Mustangs of North Shore High School. The Mustangs were currently ranking second in the championship and he knew how important the game was and how much his team was counting on him to help them win tonight. Beating the second-best team would not be an ordinary win, but it would provide "his" team with the right motivation and confidence to win this year's championship. Their Coach, Coach Johnson, or Coach J as they all call him, had made them train extra hard and made sure they were ready for the game. Nicolas, knowing all too well how everybody was looking after him, had spare no effort and trained daily with his best friend, Dale. Dale was slightly shorter than Nicolas, but his chest and abs were also very developed and his shoulders even broader than Nicolas'. His cute face and wavy light brown air gave him a very angelic air, but he was actually really hot and all the girls were over him, wishing they could date him. As the popular quarterback's best friend, it was very rare to spot one without the other and the duo never failed to make heads turn as they passed by. They were aware of how both girls and dudes were stealing glances their way. Dale was straight, always been. But he knew Nicolas since they were kids, and he couldn't care less if his best friend turned out to be gay. Nicolas had never even tried to come onto him, so he was fine. That never prevented them for being open with each other's and sharing their experiences as any normal teenager would do when discovering sex. Well, that is until recently. Nicolas knew he could trust his best friend with his life but somehow, he was not ready at all to tell him how his life had changed in the past weeks... How could he? I mean, Nicolas was the star quarterback of his football team, very popular teenager who, at 17 years old, had already seen his cock fucking so many throats and asses he couldn't even remember if he tried to. He had always been a total top, never allowing anybody anywhere close to his tight virgin pucker, with a reputation of being extremely rough with the lucky dudes he fucked. That is, until he met Steve online, a man more than twice his own age. Nicolas was so transfixed by the hot stranger whom he really hoped could become a friend, that he let the man do whatever he wanted to his body. Steve had first sucked and fingered the teen before making him beg to be fucked. And he had fucked him hard, really pounding the no-longer virgin ass, making the teen moan like a real cockwhore before shooting his load deep in his guts. Three weeks later Nicolas had received a message ordering him to be back for a throat-fuck session and he had eagerly complied, letting the older man use his throat like a madman until he could feel shots after shots of warm thick cum baptizing his throat the same way his ass had been earlier. The first time he had left Steve's house, he had felt very confused. He kept wondering what had happened and didn't know what to think. He kept considering himself a top and couldn't understand why he had let Steve fuck him. Worse: why he had begged Steve to fuck him. Then later when he was alone, he had found a thick load of cum that had leaked from his well fucked ass in his underwear and, in the privacy of his room, he had smelled it and it had made him hard again. There was no way he could deny that deep inside, he had really liked submitting to this older man as he kept getting hard each time he thought about it. Then when he had received a message making it clear he was going to be throat fucked and was expected to swallow Steve's load and he had eagerly complied. Something changed that day and he realized it's the contrast he loved: Dr Jekyll vs. Mr. Hide, Bruce Wayne vs. Batman, Peter Parker vs. Spiderman, Clark Kent vs. Superman. Popular top-only macho quarterback by day vs. submissive bottom slut for older macho men by night. Steve was probably right, he was probably a Beta: an alpha male who could only submit to more alpha men. As soon as he had accepted that fact, he had felt way better. He knew what he had to do: he would hide this new fact from his friends to keep his alpha status in the group and get access to as many hot guy's asses as he could find, and he would explore this new side of him in secret. His plan only had one flaw: how was he going to find older dominant men willing to fuck a younger dude without the help of his usual tools? The gay bar was way too dangerous (he could be seen by anyone who entered there), and Grindr was equally dangerous (he could only meet people from his neighborhood who might know his family or friends). On this Thursday, the three of them were hitting the gym. They decided to play it cool as the big game was due the next day and they didn't want to risk hurting themselves. Except Kevin of course, who worked as hard as usual, trying to impress his older brother and his best friend. Nicolas had already noticed how well his younger brother was developing and he had complimented him, but the conversation had quickly moved to a much more intimate subject and the sex talk had turned him on so much he had a pressing hardon in his pants and saw his brother in a brand-new light. That confused him too so since then, he was always paying attention to avoid saying anything that could lead to an unwanted direction. This was however very far from Dale's mind and the physical efforts of his best friend's younger brother was not lost on him neither. He thought it'd be a good idea to compliment the kid, to encourage him further. When they were done and in the locker rooms, getting ready for a well-deserved shower, he engaged the conversation: - Hey Kev, what are you working on? Trying to put us all to shame? - Trying to work out as best as I can - Well, you're definitely gaining muscled, look at those abs dude Nicolas, sitting on the bench to remove his socks, took the opportunity to look at his brother who was standing in front of him, next to Dale, in nothing but his nylon shorts. There was no comparison possible between the two guys, Dale being much beefier that Kevin. But Kevin was only 14 and Nicolas could only agree that he had, indeed, gained some muscles. Kevin was leaner that Nicolas and he doubted he would ever be as meaty as he was himself, but would probably develop more like his older brother, Trey. His chest and arms were showing early signs of development, but his best features were indeed his abs that were already showing very defined six-packs. At least that's what Nicolas thought until Kevin hooked both fingers under the elastic band of his shorts and peeled them off together with his underwear to hit the shower, exposing his ass to both older teenagers. Yep, Kevin's best features was definitely his ass! As much as he was physically looking more like Trey, he had inherited from Nicolas' bubble ass. Kevin being younger and not as muscled, his ass was also noticeably leaner and smaller, but his cheeks were very firm. Forgetting whose ass he was looking at for a second, he thought how small it was and how hot it would be to see his fat cock buried between the two perfect cheeks. If he managed to stuff his cock in such a small ass that is... WHAT THE FUCK?? It was his kid brother he was looking at, of course his ass was small, and it would probably struggle to take his cock: the kid was only 14!! When they were all naked and hit the shower, Nicolas noticed that, as Kevin had mentioned earlier on their way to school, he did start growing hair just about his cock and on his balls. Not a lot yet, but you could see a brown little moustache framing what seemed to be a very nice cock. Much smaller than his of course, and not as thick. But most of guys in his team weren't as thick as him so it would be surprising if Kevin, at 14, was. Again, when he compared to Dale, who was showering just next to Kevin, it was like the difference of their cocks was a miniature version of the difference of their bodies: Kev's cock was lean which made it look longer than it actually was, and Dale was much meatier and Nicolas was certain dale's cock was probably the only one in the team that could rival his in terms of thickness. He had never seen it fully hard, only sometimes with a semi when they had sleepovers and Dale was walking naked to the en-suite bathroom with the remnants of his morning wood, but it was already so fat Nicolas was certain Dale had a big one too. WHAT THE FUCK AGAIN?? Not only was he checking out his 14 years old kid brother's ass, but now he was looking at his best friend's cock and trying to imagine what it would look like fully hard!!! He had to be more careful if he didn't want to get caught with a full hardon while showering at the gym with his kid brother and Dale. Better focus on something else. Except that Dale didn't seem to see things the same way: - So, tell me: any luck with the girls yet? - Nah, said Nicolas, hoping it would cut the conversation there, we talked about it and apparently no girl wants to let him play with their assets. Let's not talk about any playing with his tiny piece of meat. Hahaha - It's not small, I'm only 14, you dumbass! No wonder you're bigger than me. But I'm sure in no time they'll be lining up to swing on my cock, said Kevin - Hahaha! Yep, there's no mistake possible, definitely a Parker! I can already recognize the same cocky attitude of your brothers, seems like it's a family trait, concluded Dale This conversation seemed to have the same effect on the three teenagers, Nicolas noticed, as he watched them soap their slightly fattening cocks. The words of Dale stuck in his head and he started wondering if a strong sexual appetite was indeed something his family shared. He knew for sure his older brother Trey had been fucking plenty of girls before he met his girlfriend, and that although in a serious relationship with her now, he heard him fuck her more than enough to know being serious about it didn't mean he would settle for less sex. Kevin, although still a virgin apparently, seems well on his way to be as sexually active as his two brothers. Was the whole Parker family addicted to sex? He had never heard his parents having sex, but his parents were sleeping at the other end of the house, so he couldn't hear them even if he paid enough attention. His dad sure was attractive enough and maybe the three brothers' sexual appetite came from him. Was his dad as sexually active as them? How about his dad's brother? Uncle Jim. Damn that man was a real Stud! Were all the males in the family addicted to sex? WHAT THE FUCK STOP THAT NOW!!! Could he be thinking about his dad and his uncle and be turned on by it? Uncomfortable, he quickly dried himself, put his clothes back on, and waited for the other two in the lobby while chatting with the gym instructor. They had a very long day tomorrow and he'd better head home and rest anyway The next morning, Nicolas picked up Dale and together they drove to LAX where they met Coach J and the rest of the team to take the flight to Houston. They arrived quite early as they wanted to go to the hotel first, pick up their rooms, unpack, then head to the football field to take their marks. They realized they would have to sleep in a motel as it was the closest to the field and the options around were scarce anyway. So scarce that the rivalling team would be sharing the same motel: first floor for the Dons, second floor for The Mustangs! They were asked to pick up a roommate and quickly unpack before meeting downstairs and without even thinking about it, both Dale and Nicolas entered the same room. Not that anyone was expecting anything else: besides the coaches, all teams had to share rooms and Nicolas and Dale always slept in the same room. Finally, the time had come. Both teams lined up in the hall leading to the football field, the Dons in olive and gold, and The Mustangs in scarlet and white. Nicolas was so focused on his game that he could barely realize what was going on around him when the familiar voice of Coach J snapped him back to reality. He was talking to someone else, probably the coach of the Mustangs from what he could understand: - Ready for this old man? said Coach J - Don't "old man" me pal, we've known each other for a very long time but don't think I asked my players to be soft on your Californian kids - Hahaha don't worry for my kids: they will taste Texan blood tonight - Let's grab a beer after the game, opportunities to catch up are too rare buddy. The loser coach pays the drinks - You have a deal So, Coach J and the coach of The Mustangs knew each other's? Well, they have both been coaching for quite a while now, so Nicolas guessed it was only natural that the coaches end up being friends somehow. It was only when both coaches arrived in front of their respective teams that Nicolas could see to whom that rich deep voice belonged to. To the 17-year-old, the man was a mystery... Although his hair and beard were already a dark greyish - white colour, it suited him very well and he couldn't be older than what Nicolas guessed to be mid-forties. His hair was cut rather short but not too short and kept at the same length than his beard. He was smiling a lot and that showed some wrinkles on the edges of his eyes. His body was something else. He was big. There was no other words Nicolas could think of. Not fat by any means, or at least not too much for a man his age, from what he could tell, but big. His tee was showing off what seemed to be impressive pecs and the arms bulging from it were big and his forearms were covered with dense blond / white hairs going sparser as it reached the sleeves of the tee. His legs were equally big and hairy, two hairy trunks popping out of his shorts. An hour or so later, Nicolas and his team were getting crazy in the field: they had done it! They had won one of the most crucial game of the season's championship! Nicolas, as quarterback, had been instrumental in the victory and Coach J joined in, genuinely proud and happy for his team. He allowed the team to savor the moment before ushering them to the lockers for shower and then back to the motel. He had planned to meet his friend and spend the evening enjoying a few beers and talking about life away from their respective wives. He knew very well that he wouldn't be able to keep an eye on his team, but the bar wasn't too far from the motel. His players would probably not sleep in early and celebrate their victory in some way or another, but he knew he could trust them enough not to make it a big mess. And as the Dons had won, it was his "old" friend's turn to buy the beers... Sounded like the perfect evening. Coach J was right about one thing: The Dons had indeed planned a small party. They all met in one of the biggest room and celebrated today's game. Congratulating each other's and replaying the game in their heads. Very soon, the room smelled of pumped up teenagers and a bit of the booze some of them had hidden in their checked-in suitcases. This didn't help Nicolas, who was always super horny after a game, especially after one his team won. Being in this very masculine atmosphere turned him on even more and he knew he needed some release if he expected to find some sleep later on that night. Discreetly, he pulled his iPhone out of his jeans pocket and absent-mindedly checked his Grindr App. Not that he expected too much from this lonely place, but you never know, right? Against all odds, one profile was very close to him. Extremely close actually... The profile picture showed a very cute dude around his own age wo reminded him of somebody, but he couldn't place him... When they started chatting, it didn't take him long to realize the dude was one of the Mustangs! Of course, he had recognized Nicolas immediately and couldn't believe his luck when Nicolas told the dude he wanted a blowjob. The party in the guy's room was ending up anyway and Dale was ready to call it a night. - I'm gonna hit the bed. You coming, bro? - Let's leave, but there's something I need to do before going to bed... - Dude, don't tell me you managed to score in this shithole of a place?? - What can I say? It's not my fault if everyone wants of piece of this, said Nicolas as he grabbed his junk - Haha, sometimes I swear I wish I were gay. You guys at least understand each other's. I mean, it's not like I could tell a girl on a dating app "how would you feel about sucking my cock, bitch?" - Haha, don't get too excited bro. What makes you think gays would be ready to touch your tiny prick? - Fuck you dude! Hahaha... OK I'll see you later, try not to wake me up when you're done. Nicolas left Dale and went straight to the back of the hotel, where he had agreed to meet his cocksucker. The guy was already there when he arrived, even cuter than on the picture, clearly nervous and fidgeting with his fingers. Nicolas, always the self-confident top he was, had no time for small talks. He just looked at the dude up and down, assessing his next prey, lower his sweatpants (he had somehow decided to go commando at the party, not seeing why he should dress up completely just to have a few beers with his mates his a cheap motel room), and felt his hard dick throb as the dude kneeled in front of him and took him in his mouth, finally giving Nicolas the release he needed. At the bar, Coach J and his friend Mike had spent a lot of time talking about shit and, fair to his promise, Mike had made sure the beer kept flowing. He was slightly drunk when he walked back to the motel and needed to pee badly. There was no way he was going to make it to his room, so he decided to just go behind place and take a leak. He didn't expect to see what he was witnessing now! One of his players was on his knees while a young teenager, whom he recognized was the quarterback of the Dons he had met today, was feeding him his very hard cock and was facefucking the poor dude's throat like a madman! He was not surprised to see his player on his knees, he had seen him more than often in the very same position servicing his coach's cock, but he had never suspected the muscled quarterback to be into dudes. While he could feel his cock hardening in his pants, he started to plot a plan and went back to his room, leaving the two horny teenagers finish their business. When Nicolas was done shooting a massive load of cum in his new friend's throat, he decided to call it a night too and head back to his bed. He was thirsty however and decided to stop at the vendor machine to buy a Coke. While inserting coins in the machine, he heard a noise behind him: - Hey son, trouble sleeping too? It was the Coach of The Mustangs, that Nicolas had seen earlier on today - Euh... Oh hey hi... I'm euh... yeah, I was thirsty - Yeah me too. Need some ice cubes. I'm Mike by the way, the other Coach in town, said Mike as he extended his big hand for Nicolas to shake - Yeah, I saw you earlier today talking to Coach J - Yeah, we're really close friends. Goes way back him and me. Went through a lot together, shared a lot of things... Hey, I have an idea: I have some booze in my room and now ice cubes too, you seem too have a Coke to mix... Fancy a night cap while we talk about the game? - Well... I'm not supposed to drink, I'm only 17 - I won't tell if you don't... Plus from what I can smell, it won't be your first drink tonight - Haha, yeah. You got me there. Sure ok, why not? I mean, it's not like there's anything else to do in this shithole and I can always use some advices from a coach - Perfect, lead the way Mike couldn't believe his luck and how naïve the kid was. Everything was working out perfectly and he hoped the rest of his plan would run as smoothly. When they arrived at his room, he opened the door and let the young quarterback in, sealing his fate with each step he took. He could see his broad shoulders and back through the white tee-shirt, and what seemed to be a hot round bubble butt as the dark blue sweatpants the kid was wearing was hugging his cheeks perfectly. His plan had to work out, he had to have this kid, he needed it. Mike made sure that the bourbon and coke he was fixing was very strong and Nicolas, as the macho teenager he was, kept drinking as Coach Mike kept refilling his glass. They were talking about football, tactics and so on, which always delighted Nicolas and he didn't really pay attention to anything else, but after his 3rd drink, he started to feel slightly drunk. Mike had stopped drinking way earlier to make sure his mind was clear, just slightly buzzed but not too shitfaced. When he felt the kid was relaxed enough, he decided to take with his plan to the next level: - Yes Nicolas, you're very good on the field. I watched you today, very impressive. - Thanks Coach Mike - I didn't' watch you only in the field, for that matter... - What do you mean Coach? - When I came back tonight, I passed by the back of the hotel... Equally impressive I must say - Oh... I... Euh... - No need to say anything buddy, I got it: you're young, horny, won an important game... Who could turn down the opportunity to get his cock sucked, right? - Well... Yeah, I guess - Plus, I know how well he sucks cock, he has sucked mine plenty of time. I'm sure you had a great time. The thing is, buddy: I didn't. First my team loses the game, then you use my cocksucker without my permission. And now I'm the only one who didn't get to cum tonight - I... I'm sorry Coach, I didn't know. I didn't force him, I swear. - Oh, I know you didn't. But that doesn't change the fact that MY cum is still boiling in my balls while you emptied yours - Again, I'm sorry Coach... I wish I could take it back and let you and your friend have fun, said Nicolas as he felt himself blushing, suddenly overpowered by the big man in front of him. That didn't go unnoticed to Mike who could feel his cock hardening with every heart beat - I know you do, buddy. But the thing is you can't. But I know how you can make it up. You gonna have to help me out yourself Nicolas, more drunk than he wished he was, feeling suddenly aroused, looked at Coach Mike rubbing his crotch through his pant with a shy and nervous look that was not ordinary on the macho quarterback. He knew he shouldn't it, he knew he should resist, he knew Coach Mike was a friend of Coach J and that he had to make sure nobody he knew discovered his dark secret, but he also knew he had already crossed that line and that he was going to let the big older man use him in any way he wanted. Just like Steve had done. Just as he had hoped he would be, again and again. Barely aware of what he was doing, shaking, he moved closer to Coach who took his head with both hands and pulled him towards his crotch. As soon as he smelled the slightly musky odour, instinct took over and Nicolas opened the zip in front of him, lowered the waistband of the underwear, and freed the Coach's cock. Like the rest of his body, his cock was big. Once again, it was the only word Nicolas could think of. He was certainly longer than Steve's cock, and definitely thicker, nested in a dense bush of pubes, a dark grey colour like the rest of Mike's hair, and the set of balls hanging below that weapon was massive. Coach Mike had a shower before going out, but you could smell his crotch had spent the whole evening confined in the cotton of his underwear As soon as it was out, Mike wasted no time, grabbed his cock in one hand, still holding Nicolas' head with the other and forced his cock in the drunk quarterback's mouth. Not that Nicolas needed any encouragement, as he started sucking on the fat pole as if his life depended on it - Come on kid, open your mouth. Gonna suck me good, will you? Fuck yeah that's right boy, you've definitely done that before. Mmmm fuck yeah kid feels so good. Nicolas could feel the massive dick invading his mouth. He wished he could take his time and nurse the cockhead and lick it good and go down on it slowly, but Coach Mike wanted none of it and very soon, he felt the fat cockhead pressing at the back oh his mouth, clearly trying to force its way into the teen's throat. Nicolas was trying to remember the lesson Steve taught him, but Coach Mike's cock was so much thicker that the only thing he could do was trying to open his mouth as wide as he could, relax his throat, and let the older man do the rest. Mike now had both hands on the teen's head and was pulling him further down on his cock. He could feel today's tension in every muscle. The defeat of his football's team mainly due to the hot quarterback, the evening spent drinking with his friend remembering the past years and all the threesomes they had engaged in together, the same quarterback stealing his personal cocksucker, the rest of the evening patiently working out his plan to reach this very moment. He knew he was big, but he also knew the kid could take it. And even if he couldn't, he couldn't care less to be honest. He was determined to take his revenge and the moaning drunk teen in front of his was perfect for that. With that thought in mind, he looked down on the hot teenager, and with both hands in his blond hair, pulled him towards him one more time while fucking his cock all the way down his throat - That's it kid, choke on my cock if you want, but you're gonna take it all, I swear. Gonna fucking deepthroat my cock, it's MY time to have fun now, do you hear me? AHHHHHHHH fuck yeah kid you did it, I knew you could do it. Probably not the first cock you suck, right kid? You like real men's cock? Like having your pretty face pressed on my hard stomach with your mouth and throat filled with cock? I hope you're ready kid `cause I'm gonna fuck that throat all right. Nicolas was trying his best to catch his breath, hoping that the assault on his mouth wouldn't last too long. He had the Coach's fat cock all the way inside his throat, making it impossible to breathe normally, and his nose buried in the dark grey bush of his pubes. He tried breathing through his nose, but the hair made it difficult and each time he managed to do so, the smell of sweat was powerful. Coach Mike, on the other hand, had the best time he'd had in a very long time. He was sitting on his motel bed, back against the board, his powerful legs lightly spread open. One of the hottest teenagers he had ever seen, star quarterback of the California Dons, was lying on his stomach in front of him, his mouth wide opened on Mike's hard cock, expertly taking the rough skull fuck that was delivered. Now certain the teen wouldn't run away and determined to make it last, he released the tension on his head and let Nicolas sucked his cock at his own pace. Who could have imagined that the macho dude in front of him was so much into cock? He could feel him sucking him like a kid eats an ice cream, taking the throbbing cock out of his mouth only to lick and bathe the heavy set of balls that laid under. For the first time since his cock was released, he looked at Nicolas' body. His white tee shirt was still very tight and showed his muscular back. His dark blue sweatpants hugged his ass even tighter than before now that he was lying down. Mike had no idea up to which point Nicolas was going to surprise him, but he was determined to push his limits further. His cock still in the teen's mouth, he pulled Nicolas' tee a bit further up and his sweatpants down a bit. Once he started, there was no way he could stop and kept pulling them further down, this position forcing his cock even deeper into the sucking throat and he could feel Nicolas' nose smashed into his pubes and could hear gagging sounds that turned him on even more He couldn't believe the sight in front of him. Nicolas had one of the most amazing ass he had ever seen. While the teen was tanned as any typical Californian adolescent spending his time outside, his ass was creamy white, and you could see the tan line of his speedo. That made him look as if he was wearing a jock strap even when he was naked. His ass was the perfect muscular bubble butt and when he touched his cheeks, they were so soft and hairless. Bending over slightly, not caring if Nicolas could still breathe or not, he started feeling the smoother ass he had ever felt and could hear the teen moaning on his cock, making him throb and leak more precum directly in the teen's belly. - That's a sweet ass you got there boy, hmmmmm yeah very nice indeed. Ohhhh fuck yeah keep sucking me kid, it feels so fucking good. I can feel your throat moaning on my cock it's fucking awesome... Ohhh fuck yeah I needed that... As much as Mike was enjoying the blowjob, he was not ready to cum yet. Not since he had seen the teen's best asset. You could see he was cute and had a hot muscular body, if you saw him playing you could admire his game, but the ass that was hidden there was truly marvelous. Mike reluctantly took his cock out of the battered throat, removed his pants and all of Nicolas' clothes. Now that the teen was naked, he could admire the smooth chest and dime-sized nipples, the ripped abs, the dimples on the teen's cheeks, the muscular legs. Nicolas was such a Stud, Mike couldn't wait to break into that ass. He flipped the teen back on his stomach, spread his legs to reveal the teen's tight pink pucker, and dove straight into it, tongue first. Nicolas was in true Heaven. It might have been the alcohol, or the fact that he hadn't bottom since his latest encounter with Steve but having that burly Coach feasting on his ass like that was pure extasy. He had truly loved sucking the coach's cock, it was so fat he sometimes had the impression he was going to vomit but he managed to take the hard facefuck like a pro. Nothing however could beat the sensation he was feeling right now. He could feel the big hands of the Coach on both his ass cheeks, spreading them, the large tongue of the older man lapping his hole, and his beard tickling his very smooth cheeks. - Damned kid your hole tastes so good, such a fucking amazing ass. Look at that, mmmm best ass I've tasted in a long shot. Pretty tight too, said Coach Mike as he entered a finger in the now very horny teen. Mmmm yeah that's it, open for me kid, yeahhhhh that's it... I'm sure that ass is no virgin no more but still pretty tight anyway. Am I right, kid? Somebody already fucked your pretty hole? - Ah ah ah ah.... Yes Coach, replied a still drunk and horny Nicolas - I knew that. One of your teammates? - No Sir, they don't know, they can't know please... - I see, you prefer older men kid?, asked Coach Mike as he entered a second finger in the extra tight hole - Yes Sir, only when I bottom. Haaaaa yes Sir - Coach J? - No Sir, nobody knows it, please Sir don't tell anyone. Ahhhh - Fuck that's hot kid. Don't worry you're in good hands, I'm gonna take good care of your boypussy Excited by this revelation, the burly Coach started fingering the kid with two, then three fingers, determined to open him up as best as he could to prepare him for his enormous cock. He kept spitting and spitting on the hole, making sure he was forcing spit all the way inside with his fingers, but the hole remained so tight he was hoping the quarterback was as tough in bed as he was on the field. After a few minutes of this treatment, Nicolas' hole was red and puffy but still decidedly tight. Nicolas was moaning like a bitch in heat, moving his hot ass up and down and fucking himself on the three fingers but Mike's cock was so much thicker. Mike knew there was only one option left... Removing his fingered from Nicolas, who suddenly felt very empty, he went rummaging into his sport bag and came back to the bed. Nicolas turned his head, wondering why the Coach had stopped fingerfucking him, hoping he hadn't involuntarily made the Coach cum, just on time to see him pick up something from the floor. It looked like a very last-minute decision, but he couldn't see what it was, his vision still blurred by the alcohol and the rough facefuck he had just received. He was still lying on his stomach with his legs open when he felt the Coach lying down on top of him, whispering in his ear: - OK kid I'm not gonna lie to you: this is gonna hurt. But you're tough, Coach J had seen to that. Although he doesn't seem to know how you're using all that power, but that's a different story... But I can' stop now. I'm gonna fuck you. You know that, right? asked Coach Mike, his three fingers now back in the teen's ass - Yes Coach Mike - You fucked a lot of kids your age apparently, maybe a few chicks too? - Ahhhhh, yes Coach, a few, Ahhhhhh - Good, so you know how I feel. You're not gonna let me with blue balls, are you? You know guys like us can't stop now, right? When a real man has been eating his bitch's pussy and fingering her and facefucking her, you know he needs to fuck, right? emphasizing his point by fingerfucking the damaged hole with more force - Ahhhhhh yes Sir I know, you can fuck me - Oh, thanks kid, but I was not asking for your permission. I was just telling you. Look, four things are going to happen now. First of all, you're gonna assume the position. Doggy style kid, on all fours. Noooo keep my fingers in your ass, that's it, move slowly. On your hands and knees, perfect boy. Second, you're gonna sniff this Nicolas, now on his hands and knees, had never felt so vulnerable. He felt completely controlled by Coach Mike and he realized his cock had somehow managed to stay hard the whole time, now dripping precum onto the bed's sheets. He heard the Coach behind him open something, and was presented with a small brown bottle under his nose - What is this Coach? - Poppers. Sniff the vapor of it, it'll help your hole relax... Nicolas, still slightly drunk, took a deep breath and let the drugs fill in his nose and his lungs. - Oh, fuck what is happening, Coach? It feels so weird, - It's ok kid just relax, you're doing great so far. Here, take a second sniff, how does it feel? - OH MY GOD IT FEELS SO GOOD SO FUCKING GOOD COACH FUCK ME PLEASE FUCK ME NOW I NEED IT SO BAD PLEASE GIVE ME MORE OF THAT STUFF AND JUST FUCK ME PLEAAAAAASE - OK I expected this would happen, so three: open up your mouth and keep it open. Coach Mike loved fucking teens when they're high on drugs. Poppers always made them so much hornier and even more willing to satisfy his dominant nature. But that only helped them recognizing their true inner slutty nature, he reckoned. He had never suddenly felt like bottoming even when on poppers. He knew however that this might very well be the quarterback's first time and he had expected him to become... uncontrollable. He couldn't risk his team players in the other rooms hear the scream of the quarterback, so on his way to his bed he took the first thing he saw that could fit his purpose. Now that Nicolas was indeed menacing to become too loud, he rolled his socks in a ball and shove them in the teen's mouth. He had thought those were his evening socks to be honest, but it turned out those were the socks he had been wearing during practice and during the game earlier on today and they were soaked with his sweat. Nicolas was so lost in his world that when he felt something being shoved in his mouth, he noticed the smell and realized those must be old socks, but the repulsion associated to it had somehow disappeared. All he could think of now were three words: poppers, cock, fuck. - There boy, now you can scream as much as you want, no one will hear you. I hope you're ready for number four `cause here it comes Coach Mike was so ready. He held the brown bottle under Nicolas' right nostril one more time, then his left. His hard cock in his left hand now poking at the entrance of the moaning teen's hole, he took some poppers himself and while the effect of the substance subsided, he pushed his entire cock ballsdeep in the smooth ass in front of him in one single long thrust. He knew it must hurt Nicolas like nothing before, and sincerely hoped for the teen that the preparation he had received from his fingers and the poppers he had sniffed would ease the pain, but truth be told he didn't care. He watched his fat weapon disappeared in the white muscular ass, holding Nicolas by the hips, and didn't stop until he could feel the smooth dimpled creamy ass cheeks on his pubes and his heavy balls on the back on the quarterback's powerful thighs. He had the feeling it took long minutes, but he knew that it probably only lasted no more than 2 seconds before he was in ballsdeep, making it even more difficult for the poor lad. Nicolas thought for a second that he was going to die. Or at least that his ass was gonna break in two. He tried to scream and in his head he WAS actually screaming "Take it out, please fuck take it out it hurts, you're too big. AHHHHHHHH FUCK TAKE IT OUT NOW", but because of the socks in his mouth, all that Coach Mike could hear was a deep voiced moan that looked than a verbal appreciation. Nicolas didn't know how long, but he was sure he passed out for a few seconds. Or a few minutes. He was not on his hands and knees anymore, but he was lying on his stomach once again. Coach Mike was still on top of him, his enormous cock still planted in the teen's ass. He could feel the burly coach's grey chest hair on his back and his tender ass being fucked. He had probably tried to move forward as his head was now out of the mattress, hanging in the void. Coach was still fucking his ass as if nothing had happened, maybe he didn't even realize it. Suddenly he smelled the little brown bottle again and came back to life. His ass didn't hurt so much anymore. He knew he wanted it. He needed it. He started moaning again in the dirty socks and as he resumed his doggy position, he felt Coach Mike slap his ass with all his force, leaving the red mark of his big hand glowing on the white smooth ass cheek. Coach Mike was so horny by now he kept slapping Nicolas' ass and fucking him harder than ever, making the teen moan in his dirty socks; the intensity of the burly Coach's fuck making the whole bed shake loudly. Lost as they were in their fuck session, they suddenly heard noises in the corridor, outside of the room. They froze for a second but when they realized what it was they had completely different reactions. It seemed that The Mustangs also had a party of their own, were fairly drunk, and slowly going back to their respective rooms when they heard muffled sounds coming from their coach's room. They stopped by the door and were now convinced Coach was fucking a random woman he had picked up at the bar. As any normal drunk teenagers, they stopped and silently laughed at it until the boldest little brat started laughing out loud. And of course, they all followed and for once, it was now their turn to encourage their Coach: - Woooooo looks like Coach scored tonight - Yeah that's it, Coach, fuck the bitch, fuck her good - Yeah Coach, let her know what it feels like to be a Mustang!! - Go for it, Coach, fuck her pussy all right - Yeah Coach, make us proud Nicolas, still in a trance, realized it was the football team he had managed to beat earlier on that was out there, but at this very moment, the only thing he could think of what the fat cock coring a new pussy out of his once-virgin asshole. When they left, Coach Mike resumed talking: - Yeah those are my boys out there. You hear them? Think you're some filthy bitch in need of cock. They're right about one thing: I'm fucking the sluttiest bitch I've seen in ages. Look at you faggot, pretending to be all straight macho top out there, and letting the first man you see bend you over and fuck your tight pussy like there's no tomorrow in a cheap motel room, letting me turn your jock ass into my personal cumdump. Keep pretending whatever you want but you and I know that you're nothing more than a filthy slut who needs to be fucked by as many real men's cock as you can find. Now I'm gonna take those socks off. Such a slut. You gonna be quieter bitch? - Yes Coach, I'll do whatever you want but please just keep fucking me. Give me more of that stuff too please. Ahhhhh fuck it feels so good Coach Mike then laid on his back and let the kid ride his dick. He gave him the little brown bottle and let him have all the fun he wanted. Nicolas, completely high on booze and drugs, kept fucking himself on the Coach's fat cock, ruining his ass, and sniffing more of the poppers, his wide feet planted on the mattress. As usual when in such a state, he was unable to speak and just uttered random words: - Ah, Ah, Ah, yes, more please, more cock, fuck, please Coach Mike, please... (sniffs poppers) Fuck my pussy, need it, please, more, don't stop, keep fucking Ahhhhh (sniffs poppers) so big, so big it hurts, hurts good Coach... Please fuck keep going AHHHHH (sniff poppers) your cock feels so good Coach Mike was ecstatic, watching the hot macho teenage quarterback fuck himself on what was probably the fattest cock he had had in his sweet pussy. He watched the teen go completely wild and push himself lower and lower, as low as he could go to get more cock in his sweet little pucker. He also realized that Nicolas' impressive tool was hard as fuck, throbbing and threatening to shoot anytime now. Sure enough, after five more minutes of riding Coach Mike's fat weapon, Nicolas' cock started to convulse and shoot a massive load of cum as he was sniffing what was left of the little brown bottle. He hadn't even touched his cock a single time, but the constant feeling of the older grey-haired coach's cock pounding his unaccustomed prostate was enough to make him cum. - Ahhhh gonna cum Coach, so good please so big so thick so fucking good in my pussy Coach need more please Coach keep fucking me gonna cum soon Coach gonna cum gonna fucking cum from my pussy Coach feels so fucking good Coach AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Nicolas' cock erupted and as he kept shooting, his tight assuring became even tighter on the fat Coach's cock who couldn't resist any longer. Coach Mike held the well fucked teenager down and with one more powerful thrust, started shooting a thick load of white cum deep into the teen's well fucked ass. Once the effect of the drugs slightly disappeared, Coach Mike grabbed Nicolas' clothes as best as he could and sent him back to him room, spent and cum dripping out of is well-fucked ass. Before going to bed, he grabbed his phone and search for Coach J online: - You may have won the game and I may have paid for the beers, but I thought we had no secret you and me. Damn your quarterback's ass is something we should have shared before.... When Coach J woke up the next morning and read the message his old pal had left him, he couldn't understand it at first. Sure, he knew Nicolas was gay but with Coach Mike? They had shared enough pussies, male and female, to know there was no way Mike was the bottom in that story. And he was way older than Nicolas. And so fucking big!!! Could it be that his star quarterback had let Coach Mike fuck him? Nicolas was nowhere to be seen during breakfast, and it was only when the Dons embarked into the bus that was going to drive them to the airport that a groggy Nicolas appeared. - All right, I want everyone on this bus now... No time to lose guys. Nicolas, where the fuck have you been? Move your ass into that bus now! You're already late - Sorry Coach.. I... euh.. I overslept I guess Nicolas spotted Dale who was already inside, keeping an empty seat for him, and hopped in the bus. As he did so, he passed in front of Coach J who noticed for the first time how Nicolas' shorts hugged his ass and how hot it looked, his cock hardening in his Coach's shorts