Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2005 19:28:56 -0700 (PDT) From: Master Terra D Subject: Married Bryan part 4 (authoritarian) The 6'2", 212-pound former high school and college sports star turned off the truck. He'd found lots of dick in high school, more in college and plenty the past couple of years while he was engaged. He was living near St. Louis and with his muscled body, chiseled face and body, with a brown treasurer trail leading to his 8" cut fuck stick, he'd found anything he wanted. But he wasn't in St. Louis anymore. And he didn't have that treasure trail. The 26-year-old married man was standing outside his owner's apartment, 45 minutes from his wife and his football team that won a game a few hours before. He hadn't even seen his owner face-to-face. He done a lot of thing he hadn't done a while ago. "Come up, boy," said the gruff voice through the intercom. Bryan ascended the stairs. He stripped off his clothes at the top and put on the blindfold waiting for him. No handcuffs this time. He knocked. He waited. And waited. Coach Leather was letting him stand a while. Bryan then heard a door open, but not the apartment door. It was the door to the stairwell and it was open before Bryan could do anything. "Shit! He wasn't shittin' us, guys. He's standing up there with a hard-on!!" a guy shouted. Bryan stood still, in shock. At 1 a.m. in the morning, he hadn't expected any company at the owner's place, although being shared was part of his contract. He wasn't sure how many men he heard come into the stairwell and start up the stairs, the door closing behind them. Just as he thought they'd be near the top, the apartment door opened. "Gentlemen! Glad you could make it," Coach Leather said, grabbing Bryan's 8-inch cock and guiding him inside, but otherwise ignoring him. "Who's ready to fuck a winner?" Coach chuckled. "Damn! I can't believe this guy's a fag," another voice said. "He'll swallow and more, men," Coach assured them. "Start stripping so you can enjoy yourself." Bryan couldn't see anything, but he could hear men shedding their clothes. Coach could see. What he saw was 4 married men from Bryan's school district taking their clothes off, all fathers of Bryan's team members. Bryan didn't know it, but he'd directed Coach to them. Bryan had mentioned one of the father's offered a son to Bryan. That father was here. The other 3 were the fathers of the team members Bryan had noted were interested in his shaved body. Coach had those 3 boys' pictures ready on his computer. The offering father was in his mid-40s, about 5'10, 160 pounds, smooth bod with hair sprouting from his armpits and crotch, brown. Coach thought he looked somewhere between average and good looking. When he'd talked to him on the phone, Ralph had been a little shocked to find out he was talking with a gay man. "I don't think I've ever talked with a homo before," Ralph had said. "My understanding is, yer son's a cocksucker," Coach had said. "I figure like father, like son. But I'm not looking for a cocksucker. I'm looking for a man or 2 to fuck a nice tight, muscled ass." He and Coach reached an agreement. Coach next contacted the 3 fathers of the "interested" sons. Coach was happy to find Larry, a care-free, liberal spirit; Mike, who sounded like a jock; and Antonio, an Italian. Coach watched Mike strip, revealing a baseball jock body, kept in shape through years of working out. Mike was 6'1, 170 pounds, with a lightly hairy chest, smooth abs and a furry crotch. A 6-inch cut cock swayed from that forest. Age 36. Antonio pulled the clothes off his pale white-skinned, yet hairy body. Black hair. He obviously didn't lay out in the sun. Antonio wasn't muscled, but had an average body that would be attractive to most. He was about Mike's height, but younger at 30. 7-inch uncut. Coach figured he must have been a stallion in his day to be 30 and have an 18-year-old son. Do the math... Larry was the blonde, blue-eyed guy that probably would fuck anything that bent over. An 8-inch dick was starting to go up as he exposed his totally-tanned body. He'd been the one to speak in the stairs when they spotted Bryan. He was 37. Of course, the fathers knew each other, and checked each other out as Coach slipped a collar around Bryan's neck. "Nice dick, Ralph," Larry said, reaching out and stroking it to hardness, until it was its 6.5 cut stiff. "Your son suck on this yet?" "No," Ralph said, shoving Larry's hand away. "Too bad. I know he'd enjoy it," Larry said, turning an eye to Mike. "What the fuck's that supposed to mean?" Ralph asked. "Get over it, Ralph," Larry said, moving up to Mike and petting his ass. "Everyone knows you offered your son to the coach over there." Larry jerked a thumb toward the bound Bryan, precum forming a strand of pearly clear liquid from the tip of his fuck handle to the wood floors. "So I gave yer stud son a test drive. Fuckin' hot holes, buddy," Larry said, his hand cupping Mike's ass and sliding a finger over his pucker. "Fucked my wife good, too. He's pure stud, Ralph. You should be proud, not embarrassed." "Gentleman, I didn't invite you hear to discuss your families, although that would be a good topic when we're done. I invited you hear to fuck a jock stud boy. I believe you all know your sons' football coach?" Coach Leather asked, drawing attention to the married coach. "Bend over and grab your ankles, boy." Bryan did. "MMMM" growled Larry, petting Mike's hole more. "Nice man pussy." All for fathers' dicks were rock-hard at this point, dripping. "Tony, try it out," Larry encouraged. "Squat," Tony whispered. Bryan did and Tony rubbed his stiff pole against his son's coach's shitter. "Ever fuck a man, Tony?" Coach Leather asked. "No." "Get ready then. Yer wife's not tighter." Coach lubed Tony's cock, watching the father flinch at another man's touch. Tony hadn't been gung ho about fucking another man, but had found the idea hot, so he'd come. Coach slipped a little lube in Bryan's hole, then guided the Italian cock to the opening. "Go for it," Coach L cooed in Tony's ear, pushing his hips as Tony aimed his dick in the shaved chute. Ralph moved around to the front of Bryan and put his honey drizzling cum stick to Bryan's lips. Precum oozed on to the jock lips and glistened as Ralph applied the dick honey like lip gloss. "Yeah, lick it, fag," Ralph said, losing his attitude and slipping into a lust zone as getting a hummer from his boy's fag coach. Meanwhile, Larry had moved behind Mike and had his 8-inch cock massaging muscled-Mike's ass while fingers tweaked the jock's nipples and Larry's hot breath excited Mike. "Those guys are going to double team the coach," Larry said hoarsely, his tongue tracing the outline of Mike's left ear. "It's so hot." Larry's left hand stroked down Mike's slightly hairy chest and down to the former jock's cock, coating the thumb in precum and bringing it up to Mike's mouth, which suckled it as a baby suckles a teat. Coach Leather watched the fathers. They would gangbang Bryan and it looked as if Mike would get some cock, too. Ralph had eased his cock into Bryan's mouth and the boy was slurping on it like mad. Tony had worked his cock all the way into Bryan's steamy shit hole and held it there a minute or two. He started a slow, rhythmic fuck, enjoy the sensation of fucking a man's ass, his eyes glazing over in the heat of the time. Larry was nibbling the back of Mike's neck, fingering his ass and milking the jock man's cock. Coach Leather lain on his leather couch, leather chaps framing his leather jocked-cock and a leather vest covering his chest. He made eye contact with Larry and cocked his head to get him to walk Mike over to the couch. Larry pushed Mike's head down and Mike started licking Coach's leather clad cock. Coach smiled. This was working out better than he planned. He hadn't seen any of the fathers before they came up the stairwell, but not that he saw them, he smiled. To be continued. Men and boys, thanks for your comments. If you send something, remember to put something in the subject line, or I think it's spam and delete it. Master Terra D masterterradil@yahoo.com Thanks for the feedback. It is appreciated. I can write custom stories.