Date: Wed, 26 Aug 2020 15:58:08 +0200 From: THE BOSS Subject: Coach's Night Out This is fantasy, a work of imagination; just a story. Feedback is good. Choke up some money for Nifty. Much pleasure here. COACH'S NIGHT OUT Brian had been an auto mechanic, went to night school and now taught physics while still moon lighted part time at the garage. The only high school teacher with busted knuckles and grease under his fingernails. On the side, for pleasure, he coached the football and wrestling teams. Even married with 3 kids he was perpetually horny and often on the prowl. The dirty book store in the next town was a frequent pit-stop on the nights his wife was out with the kids for dinner and a movie. A big, beefy guy and good lookin, he usually had his pick and many, many the memorable time he had teaching lesser men their place with his whopper rammed down their throats or up their ass. They sometimes flinched and once in a while a rabbit even backed off when he saw his cock and realized he wasn't playing dress-up. Brian was rough but usually they submitted to his power, and took what he felt like giving. One of the kids he coached on the wrestling team kept going through his mind. Eddie was a neighbor's son, quiet, polite. Good sized boy for his age – third year high school. Not a good wrestler – the boy lacked the will to dominate and win. Well built but soft; pretty in a girlish rather than boyish way. It took Brian a while to figure out why the kid was even interested. Brian was why he was interested. Eddie was always eying him when he thought Brian didn't notice and it began to turn the big guy on. Coach would stretch to reach something so his muscles played knowing that the boy would be watching out of the corner of his eye. In the shower, the steam rising, soap suds sliding down the big guy's sturdy frame, Eddie would stare at his big, swinging meat as Brian took his time slathering it with suds. The kid invariably begin to sprout a boner. Brian would stifle a snicker, moving so his big cock swung. Fuck, he was hypnotizing the boy by that big swinging dick. The kid was always turning the water to ice cold to bring it down. Cat and mouse; the cat is sure to win. Brian was tempted, but the kid was green, and his father, Andy, was a neighbor. They went as a couple to their place for dinners and barbeques, and they returned the compliment. The men weren't friends, as they had nothing in common, but still... It was time for a talk with Andy. Brian called and told him they were going out for a few beers and a talk and to get moving. Andy hung up the phone, pleased but also apprehensive. Brian was impressive; all that raw male power was, somehow, exciting to be around... But he was damn intimidating. Andy was a laid back couch potato; not the physical type at all. He had a nice desk job, did his work professionally and came home and played video games, watched television with his wife, and took his vacations to pleasant places. Brian was in a tight grey jersey shirt sitting at a table over a beer when Andy came in. After a bone crushing handshake, the two men settled down and began drinking. `How's Eddie doing on the team, Brian?' `OK, Andy, but he don't have his heart in it. Not tough enough for wrestling. That's why we're here. The kid is ...confused. You two spend much time together? `Well, sure we do. Well, when we both have the time. I'm pretty busy at work and Sue keeps me running.' Andy petered out as Brian regarded him in stony silence, then spoke again. `He needs some talking to, some explaining now that he's past puberty and those hormones are raging.' `He isn't fooling around with some school girl, is he!' Andy was instantly flustered and started squealing; `Don't think so, pal. Calm down. Have another beer.' Brian worked to stifle a snicker, `wuss.' Andy ordered his beer as Brian leaned in fishing a fat cigar out of his shirt pocket. Anxious already, Andy became more so. Brian was the gold standard no-nonsense male. He acted like one and he talked like one. They weren't having a conversation between equals. Brian was telling or asking and Andy was answering. Andy ordered another beer while Brian worked the stogie around in his jaw. `To cut to the chase, Andy, I think Eddie is more interested in...other boys, than he is in girls. Sorry if I'm speaking out of turn – they both knew he wasn't sorry – but there it is. Just like the instinctive showing off for Eddie, Brian was turned on playing with the kid's father. Almost laughing, he added some bullshit, `I know he's your only son, and you want him to do his duty and present you with grand kids.' Andy had never given grand kids a thought and didn't much care what his son did as long as it didn't bring embarrassment or disgrace to him. Nervous and wanting to be careful he hesitated, then said `He's young, Brian, maybe it's just a phase he's going through. Maybe he's just shy with girls. I'm sure everything will be OK. He's mature enough to know what he wants and, anyway, if he wants to experiment, that's OK too.' The clichés rolled along, as Brian looked off, bored and irritated. `He's your son,' was the laconic reply. Andy was very nervous and kept slugging back the beers till Brian told him to stop drinking. Andy instantly put the glass down. The mass of buzz cut manhood sitting across from him, fitting into that jersey shirt like a second skin was making him feel very small. Muscled and hairy, Brian smelled of a recent shower, but through it came the powerful sent of musk, and sweat and testosterone. Watching the big guy working his cigar, to his horror Andy found himself blurting out, `want me to light your cigar, Brian?' He could feel himself turning beet red, but, after a long beat unsmiling Brian only said, `Sure, lots of guys ask me that.' Leaning forward, he held Andy's shaking hand with the lighter as he got his cigar going. The conversation shifted to the usual baby talk of work and entertainment. While the kid's father babbled on, Brian thought, `The loser just declared open season on his son. Will have to do something, big, about that.' When a bit later they got up to leave Brian had to steady Andy with a big fist on his shoulder. He again blurted out something he hadn't planned to say. `How about you coming over, and we can talk to the kid together. My wife is out at a club meeting.' Stifling a guffaw, the big guy shrugged, `If that's what you want, pal. Anyway, I need to drive you home, you're in no condition.' `Condition for much of anything,' he thought. The big man helped the small man out of the car and into the living room. Andy yelled upstairs for Eddie who came down in a moment and stopped dead, white faced, when he saw his Coach there. His lip started to tremble in fear of what the coach had said to his father, but Brian said, `Your dad and I were out for a few beers, and I drove him home.' The kid beamed with gratitude and babbled on with profuse thanks. As he did, Brian eyed him like a colt he was considering buying. Holding the unsteady father Brian sat him firmly down into a recliner. Andy was a happy drunk and was babbled inanely about nothing as the man and the boy locked eyes. `That's a big cigar...sir.' `Yeah, it is. Think it suits me, Eddie?' `Oh yes, Coach!' `How about a beer, Brian?' `No thanks Andy, I'm high enough, but you go right ahead. Eddie, bring your father a beer.' The boy hustled to the bar in the corner behind the recliner and brought his father a big bottle of beer. Andy asked, `how's your social life, son? Coach was asking about your girlfriends.' Andy didn't catch the undercurrent at all and went on to an unrelated subject as Brian worked his cigar, eyes locked with the blushing kid. `Ah, it's fine dad. Nothing much to mention.' He was trembling as he watched the big guy standing there, looking him over with unsmiling eyes. Brian was methodically rolling his cigar in his jaw, his cock hot and heavy as it began to grow. The kid was green; he didn't know how to hide it. His eyes fluttered from the handsome face, down the muscled chest and came to rest on that big bulge snaking down his coach's leg. The man strolled over and picked up the remote, clicking the television on. `Here you go Andy; have a good time while I chat with Eddie.' Nodding stupidly, the father found the channel he wanted and settled back chucking over some idiotic comedy show. Brian went over to the bar, the kid following along like the puppy he was. `So, how is your sex life, Eddie? Getting much?' Stupefied, the kid looked up into Brian's face with big pleading eyes. Taking the cigar out of his mouth, Brian bent over cupping Eddie's chin. Tilting Eddie's head back he planted his mouth on the boy's for a long, deep kiss. The man's power and the strong taste of his cigar spit had the boy reeling and Brian eased him to his knees. Shoving the stogie back in his jaw and puffing it back into life, he softly growled out, `you sure this is what you want Eddie? Once I start I don't stop till I'm done. Physics, Eddie...Every action results in an equal and powerful counter action.' The boy gulped and wordlessly nodded as Brian ran big fingers through soft hair, then jerked his head back to look up at him. `You ever service a man before, son?' Moaning, he whispered out, `No, Sir.' `Unzip my fly and work out that big cock you keep lookin at in the shower.' His hands shaking, Eddie pulled the zipper down, reached in and felt the hot, throbbing bull dick then struggled to work it out to hang heavy and thick, half hard. The pendulous balls followed to swing free. Knotting his fist in the boy's hair, Brian pulled him forward and the moaning boy began kissing and licking the throbbing dick, working his tongue into the wet sticky hood, sucking on the musky balls. Glancing over to the television blaring in the background, Brian saw what he was doing reflected in the screen like a ghost image. Andy was quiet, there'd been no dumb ass laughing for a while now. Brian could see from the angle of Andy's head that he was looking at the reflection. Stifling a guffaw, Brian grabbed his hog in one fist and began rubbing his drooling hood all over Eddie's lips. He skinned it back till just the purple-dark head of his knob showed as the boy tongued the slit, sucking down the man juice. Yanking the kid's head back hard so the boy was looking into the man's eyes, he pressed his ram to the soft lips. They parted and the man sank his cock into the boy's mouth. That soft, wet, eager boy's mouth began sucking on the man, instinctively serving. In and out, lips stretched to ripping, the big cock went deeper with every thrust of the man's loins. The boy began to gag, and Brian pulled out to drip cigar drool on his cock, then slid back in on the best lube in the world next to throat slobber. In and out, in and out, deeper and deeper, then, past the back of the mouth and into the throat. Using both fists, he pulled the gagging, bucking kid up till his lips were pressed into his crotch and shot long and hard, looking right into the television screen, sneering. The kid was gagging and retching loud as volley after volley of man seed went straight down the gullet into his belly. The boy suckled on the man for a long time as the thick seed roping down his throat. The man nodded, content, as the boy dutifully worshiped that which makes a man a man. As he did, Brian glanced over the recliner, smirking. There he was, the big guy standing proud, smoking his cigar, with Eddie on his knees, suckling on his big cock. Arrogant and strutting, Brian worked his hog in the kid's mouth, enjoying the sight of those sweet young lips molded to his big man dick. The man worked it in and out again. The kid licked and sucked on the still drooling hood. Brian raised his arms and began flexing his biceps as he hardened and began thrusting. Pulling out slowly, the kid's lips were drooling with his cock snot, the young hands adoringly stroking his big balls. Looking right in the television mirror, he gave his reflection and Andy a high five, laughing around his stogie. Gently shoving Eddie on his ass, Brian strolled over to and around the recliner, wheeling to face the kid's father, big dick hanging long and thick. `Told ya he was a fag. Said you didn't care. Care now, Andy, ol' pal, ol' buddy.' The words were spat out with contempt. Slowly, Andy's soft pudgy hand reached out and touched the big man dick. He ran a trembling finger up, up, up the veined shaft, softly circling it with his small hand. Brian snickered as the hand didn't go half way around. The kid was watching with eyes like saucers as his father tentatively began stroking the big dick in his hand. `Feels like a girl's hand, Andy. You can do better than that, ol' pal. You just got a good lesion in how to serve a man.' The pudgy hand began stroking harder and that big cock began to rise. Brian pulsed, his hot blood coursing through his cock and it danced and bounced. The thick veins were knotted and swollen as the beta, with his rabbit heart in his throat, tried to pleasure the Alpha. `Yer a slow learner, Andy, here, I'll show you.' And, with that, Brian shoved him off that damn recliner, lifted him and threw him on the sofa, flipped on his back, head hanging off the edge. Straddling Andy's head, Brian tried to fuck pump into his mouth, but the shit was terrified and had it clamped shut. Pinching his nose, when Andy opened to breath, Brian rammed his cock in and began bull fuckin. `Shit yeah, first the son, now the father.' Thrusting and maneuvering Andy's head, when he had the right angle, the big guy rammed forward and was deep in the father's throat. Flexing his loins forward, Brian threw his shoulders back and his Cock bottomed out in the beta's throat. Andy struggled, gagged, puked and flopped as Brian kept him nailed to his shaft, throbbing and thumping it down the throat. Then he paused, closed his eyes and enjoyed his stogie, with the fag nailed to him. The real skull fuckin then commenced, his big balls slapping so hard they were stinging. `Get over here, boy, and suck my bull balls. When he felt Eddie's lips and tongue on his balls, Brian went wild and jack hammered Andy's head deep into the sofa. Legs flopping, arms flapping the father couldn't do anything except take it, and Brian gave it to him. He'd shot a big wad in the son and was able to go longer in the father, before he felt the heat rising as his lead balls tightened up. Then he blew his seed. Halfway through, Brian yanked out and rammed into the boy's eagerly sucking mouth to finish up. He had them both kneel and lick him clean. They did, reverently. Holding his dripping stogie butt down, they both kissed and licked it. Enjoying the service, coach tossed his stogie on the rug and leisurely got a new one going, stretching so his muscles played, flexing and swinging his cock heavy between his hairy thighs as father and son kneeling, licked and kissed along his beast. The two fags were really into it, tracing their tongues up along the heavy veins, darting up into the sticky hood, and inevitably, coach started to bone. Both squealing like the pigs they were, they took turns sucking his knob, stroking his mighty shaft with eager hands. `Coach is gonna take yer pussies now, fags. I'm gonna split the both of you in two.' Laughing contemptuously he pulled them to their feet by his fists knotted in their hair, the two choking on his cigar smoke. Shoving Andy he hissed, `lead the way to the bedroom. I got Man's work ahead of me.'