Date: Wed, 4 Nov 2020 00:28:47 -0500
From: Ww Ww <er14990606@gmail.com>
Subject: Coach Brown, Chapter 7

The idea for these additional chapters to my Coach Brown story came from
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Coach Brown, Chapter 7

	"Coach, who is Roger?"  That's the question that Kevin asked as
three of us laid naked on the mattress after an afternoon of awesome sex.

	In response to Kevin's question, Coach Brown said "I don't
understand.  Where did this name Roger come from?"

	Kevin and I related to Coach Brown differently.  To me he was an
admired authority figure, he was my coach.  I treated him with the respect
that a seventeen-year-old would give to someone 15 years older.  Even in
our intimate relationship, he was the teacher and I was the student.  It
was different with Kevin. At the few times that I was with the Coach and
Kevin privately, Kevin talked to the Coach like they were equals, like they
were just two buddies hanging out.  Consequently, it was not out of
character for Kevin to ask probing personal questions about the mysterious
Roger whose name the Coach had called out in the middle of sex.

	Kevin replied "I was doing a good job pumping your ass, and you
were feeling it.  Then to our surprise you called out to Roger to fuck you.
I'm thinking that you were a bottom for a dude named Roger who gave you a
real good fuck. We want to know about it."

	The Coach said "I had a roommate in college named Roger."

	Kevin said, "Tell us more."

	"He was from California.  He was a running back and I was a tight
end on the football team."

	Kevin said, "Go on."

	"We played around," admitted the Coach.

	"I'll interpretate that to mean that you two had sex.  We want
details." responded Kevin.

	The Coach went on.  Once he started talking, he didn't need any
more prompts.  He described the sex, and went on to talk about playing
football together, socializing on campus, keeping the good study habits
that came from Roger, and more.  Kevin and I were on each side of Coach
Brown, laying on our sides and leaning on an elbow.  The Coach was on his
back, staring at the ceiling.  His comments grew less directed to us and
became audible memories uttered out loud.

	Coach spoke of Roger's personality, his sense of humor, his
kindness.  He told us of funny things they did together.  Silly, college
stuff.  Sometimes the Coach had his eyes closed as he talked, and other
times he just stared at the ceiling. The Coach's comments were interspersed
with pauses that grew longer and longer.  I could tell that Roger was more
than just a fuck buddy.  The Coach had an attachment, an affection, for
him, far beyond sex.

	There was a particularly long pause, and I asked, "When was the
last time you talked with him?"

	The Coach's eyes were open, and I could see a tear welling up in
the corner of his eye.  Looking at Kevin, I silently pointed to my eye and
then pointed my finger toward the Coach.  Kevin saw it too, and nodded his
head.

	The Coach replied to my question, "It was after graduation."  There
was a pause.  "I told him I loved him."  Another pause.  "He didn't say it
back."  Again, a pause.  "Later I wrote him at his parent's address, and he
never responded."

	I ached hearing this.  Beside me was my perception of the perfect
male---tall, muscular, strong, athletic, handsome, yet he was so
vulnerable.  Roger had broken his heart.

	Coach then inhaled, expanding his chest, and then exhaled.  It was
as if he expelled all the sad memories of the past half hour.  He smiled
and said with a cheerful voice, "What's next?"

	Kevin exclaimed, "Pizza.  I'll order."

	The three of us were naked the rest of the afternoon.  Kevin was
wise enough to put on shorts to meet the delivery man at the door.  He got
three beers from the refrigerator, and we ate and drank and talked, talked
about anything and everything, just three guys enjoying each other's
company.

	The pizza boxes were discarded and the beer pissed away, when Coach
Brown said to Kevin and me, "You've had time to recover.  I know those
dicks are ready to get hard again.  I want you two to do it.  When you
play, who fucks who?"

	I said, "We take turns."

	Kevin grabbed me in a hug and declared, "But this afternoon I am
going to put my cock in your tight hole."

	We reached for each other's dicks, and they grew in firmness as we
pulled on them.  Kevin dropped to his knees and took me in his mouth. A
spark shot through me as his wet warm mouth held my cock.  He took my balls
in his hand and began to suck as I put my hands on the top of his head.  He
was eager to lick and suck and it felt so good.  I reached down and took
his chin, raised his face so our eyes could meet.  With eyes locked, he
held my rigid tool in his hand, extended his tongue, and licked the precum
off my tip.

	I enjoyed Kevin's mouth, but I wanted to taste dick too.  I pushed
Kevin back and he laid on the floor with me between his spread legs.  I was
glad to have him in my mouth.  His cock was so hard and my head went up and
down as my wet lips pleasured his shaft.  With my lips at the tip I lowered
my mouth, taking one inch, then another, then another, until Kevin's dick
disappeared completely and my nose was in his pubic hair. I raised my face
back to the tip and repeated the deep throat of Kevin's dick. Next, I
attacked his balls, leaving them wet with spit from licking and sucking
them.  I tongued Kevin's navel and moved to his nipples, taking each one
gently in my teeth before sucking on them.  Then we kissed as we grinded
our cocks together.

	Kevin shifted his weight and turned us over.  He positioned me for
penetration, pulling me up on my knees.  I was resting on my elbows with my
ass in the air.  As he knelt behind me, he reached between my legs and
pulled my dick back.  It pointed downward.  Kevin sucked on the head, and
then worked his wet lips up the shaft to my balls, and then to that spot
behind the balls.  It all felt so good, but I was filled with anticipation.
Will he do it?  Will he pleasure me in that special way?  Yes.  I felt his
wet tongue at the base of my crack.  Then he dragged his tongue through my
crack from bottom to top.  He then went down, retracing his route, before
pulling apart my ass cheeks and burying his face between them, pushing on
my hole with his tongue.

	"Oh! Oh!" I said in a high whimper, as I pushed my rear into his
face.

	I grew more and more excited.  I was ready now.  I was on the verge
of begging him for his dick, but before I uttered it, he lifted his face
and moved close behind me.  I felt him rub his dick head up and down my
crack and then put it on my tightly closed hole.  I quickly moved my hand
back between my legs and put my fingers on each side of my hole.  I wanted
to feel his rigid cock as he entered me.  As my sphincter yielded to the
pressure of his body pushing against it, I felt his cock slid by my
fingers, entering me inch by inch.  There was no period of adjustment.  The
pleasure was already there, and it intensified as Kevin began to move.

	Kevin's long dick was sliding in my tunnel.  My eyes were closed
and my mouth was open in a silent moan.  I hoped his fucking would never
stop, but I knew there was an end.  He was moving me down the road to a
climax.  I had no control.  His dick was going to do it just by fucking my
hole.  I looked down and back and saw my hard cock swaying back and forth
as Kevin's thrusts hit my bottom.  His dick was working my prostate and
precum dribbled from my slit.

	I turned my head and saw the Coach with his big dick hard between
his spread legs.  He was slowly jacking it as he watched us.  I could see
the gleam in his eye as we performed for him, his two boys sucking and
fucking for his enjoyment.

	Indeed, the Coach was engrossed with what he saw. There was me,
recently so innocent, receiving a big cock in my ass. I was a willing
student to the Coach's sexual instruction.  There was Kevin, a talented
athlete with a gorgeous body.  The Coach looked at Kevin's muscular ass
that flexed with each fuck into my hole.  It was Kevin's hole that had so
willingly taken the Coach's dick for the last two years.  It was the
depository of countless cum dumps.

	As I was watching the Coach, I saw him spit three times into his
hands, rub them together, and then wet his cock.  He rose and walked out of
my view.

	Then I heard Kevin exclaim, "Ahh!  Coach!  Coach."  I knew that
Coach Brown had just pushed his big cock into Kevin's boy pussy.  We were
both being fucked.

	At first the Coach stood still.  Kevin began moving back and forth,
where he was fucking me as he thrust forward and fucking himself as he
moved backward.  Kevin was in ecstasy, and both the Coach and I heard
clearly his moans.  "Oh, Fuck!  Oh, Fuck!"

	Then I felt a heavy thrust that pushed me forward.  Coach was now
fucking Kevin's hole and his hips were pushing Kevin deeper into me.  My
excitement grew.  I was being fucked by them both at the same time, with
Kevin's cock in me and Coach's powerful body pushing it deeper.  I was
leaking precum like a dripping faucet.

	We were three men but a single physical entity.  We were joined,
dicks in holes, arms holding us together.  Sexual energy flowed through our
bodies.  The end was like a wave hitting us. Kevin was first.  He announced
his climax just as I felt his cock pulse in my hole and shoot jets of cum
into me.  I was next.  With a low moan, four streams of cum wet the
mattress underneath me.  A minute later, Kevin sensed the Coach's coming
climax and yelled out, "Give it to me, Coach.  Fill me with cum!"  Coach
Brown compiled and flooded Kevin's hole.

	We were spent.  I collapsed, lying flat in the puddle of my own
cum.  Kevin was sprawled across me with his soft cock barely in my hole.
The Coach laid beside us and softly stroked my body then Kevin's.