Date: Wed, 17 Jun 2020 11:44:53 -0400 From: A.L. Foxlane Subject: The Real Guys of Serenity Chapter 4 (Gay - Celebrity) This one took a while to iron out. Sorry about the wait. I hope you enjoy it. Spoilers if you haven't seen the show. Comments, questions, suggestions can be sent to foxlaneal@gmail.com *************** Please donate to Nifty! It provides so much relief and escape. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ********** Characters of "Sweet Magnolias" belong to Daniel L. Paulson Productions and Netflix. This is a fan-made fictional story between fictional characters. This story is between three adult men. ********** Coach Cal Maddox was jacking off in his bedroom. His big, strong hand slowly stroking his leaking cock. He was fantasizing about Tyler Townsend's sweet teen ass. Yes, he was still infatuated with Maddie, Ty's mom. But he couldn't deny that the teen came up often when he got hard. After reading a few mind-numbing reports, rubbing one out is just what the new teacher needed. Ty did a good job today at practice. He didn't pounce on Jackson Lewis, his long time rival, when the boy tried to provoke a fight. He looked into the showers for a quick moment while both boys were in there. The sight of the steamy shower water running down Ty's back. Cal was close to cumming. He fantasized about walking up to the showers, undressing as he approached. His big hard cock swinging with each step. The other boys not paying attention, still showering and joking. He stepped onto the tiled floor. "*bezzed*" Cal's phone vibrated. "*bezzed. Bezzed*" "Fuck!" Cal stopped mid-stroke and grabbed his phone. It was a text from Trotter. Trotter Vidhyarkorn was Cal's first and best friend when he moved to the town of Serenity. The two worked out together at least three days a week. The two talked about almost everything. It didn't bother Cal that Trotter was a gay man. They were both into fitness and sports. After Trotter tried to seduce Cal, the two actually hit it off and have been fast friends. "Damn it, Trotter." Trotter's text was an invitation to dinner with Ashley. Just as he finished reading the text his phone rang. It was Trotter. "Hey!" Trotter shouted through the phone. "Have you stopped jerking off long enough to say yes?" "Yes, Trotter," Cal said, with a slight tone of annoyance. "And I wasn't jacking off." "I said `jerking off', not `jacking off'," Trotter responded. "And I know you were. Now put that away, get dressed, and come on over. Ashley got us some steak and is grilling it now." "Fine. I'll be over in a bit." "I said put it away!" Trotter shouted before Cal hung up. Cal sighed. He looked down at his still hard, leaking cock. "Fuck." He stuffed his cock back into his jockstrap and pulled off his sweats. About 15 minutes later Cal was knocking on the door of Trotter and Ashley's house. "Come `round back!" Trotter's voice boomed from behind the house. Cal sighed and walked down the small pathway leading around the house. "Did you bring the beer?" Trotter asked as he peered over the backyard fence. "You have to ask?" Cal shouted back. He held up the case of beer in his hand. "Smells good, Ashley!" Trotter opened the gate and let his friend in. "Nice to see you again, Cal," Ashley greeted as he turned over the steaks. "Sure Maddie won't miss you tonight?" "Nah, she's got a lot going on at the spa." Cal set the beer on the patio table. "Should I put these in the cooler or...?" "Nah," Trotter answered as he headed to the kitchen door. "We got plenty of ice and those glasses that stay cold for hours." "They're Dolly glasses," Ashley said as he sat down. He pulled out a bottle and popped the lid on the table. "How many days has it been since Maddie signed her divorce papers?" "Just two." Cal took out a bottle and copied Ashley's action. "I told her to take the time she needs. I'll be here when she needs me." "Or when Tyler needs you?" Ashley inquired. He stood up and took the steaks off the grill. Cal chuckled and took a swig of the lukewarm beer. "Of course he'd tell you." "I'm not judging you," Ashley set the platter of steaks on the table. "I've seen him play for a couple years. Not gonna lie. He's one beautiful boy." "And such a submissive," Trotter said, stepping back onto the patio. Cal groaned. "What? It's true. Or are you talking about my clothes?" He had changed into really short jogging shorts and a loose tank top that only covered his midriff. "Both." Cal responded quickly. "Oh hush." Trotter sat the ice cold tankards on the table. "You know you enjoy the view." "I certainly do," Ashley said. He pulled his husband into his lap and kissed him. Trotter loudly moaned into his wife's mouth as they kissed. Cal poured his beer into the chilled plastic tankard. "Come on babe," Ashley said as he broke the kiss. "Let's eat!" He patted his husband's ass. "Yes! Don't want to let these fine steaks go cold." Trotter slid off his wife's lap. He grabbed the plates and started to dish out the small barbeque dinner. "Do you say grace, Cal?" "No, I don't. But please, don't skip it on my account if you do." Cal offered. "Thank you," Ashley said. "I know I already said mine." He winked at his smiling husband. "I did too." Trotter stroked his wife's arm. "I guess that's left to say is `Dig in!'" Ashley began by cutting up his steak. The meal flew by. Three grown men, having been at work all day, the warm spring air, their appetites were ravenous. "Hey, I got a cream pie in the fridge." Ashley said as he stood up. "Let's go inside to eat it and check on tonight's game." "I almost forgot!" Trotter stood up and was gone in a second. "Sure," Cal said as he was the last to head into the house. Ashley closed and locked the patio door. Drawing the shades. "He really loves his soccer." "That he does." Ashley walked up behind Cal. His arms wrapping around the former pro ball player. "He really loves you too," the therapist whispered in Cal's ear. "How about some fun, Coach?" He kissed behind the coach's ear. Cal shivered. Ashley's hands were groping his pecs, fingers sliding over his nipples. Trotter came into view from the living room. He was only in a jockstrap. His hard on forming a wet spot near the top. Cal let out a throaty moan. His own cock thickening in his own jockstrap. "Since you played around with Ty, we figured why not see if you'd like to play with us." Ashley kissed and nibbled the sides of Cal's neck. Eliciting a drawn out moan from the coach. The husband of his best friend pressed a very hard cock between Cal's jean covered ass. Ashley guided Cal to the living room. "Come here, stud," Trotter beckoned. His physique was lightly toned, with more definition around his core. Cal walked towards his best friend. Ashley stayed a few steps back. Quietly undressing as he watched his husband's fantasy become reality. His thick 9 inch uncut cock hanging over his hairy balls. His body was lightly dusted with hair, except for the dense hairs of his crotch and ass. He watched as his husband pulled the polo off the coach. Then the muscle shirt beneath that. Exposing a beautifully carved muscled torso. The two friends leaned into each other, arms embracing the other, lips locking in a freeing passionate kiss. Ashley stroked his cock. He recounted Trotter telling him about his fantasy as they fucked hard in the office. "Fuck," Cal said after their kiss broke. His best friend was massaging his back muscles. While he was kneading Trotter's muscled ass. "Damn, your ass feels almost like Tyler's." "Wait until you're inside it," Trotter replied. His tongue teasing the coach's ear. "Fuck! I gotta get out of these pants." Cal unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. "Zipper ones tend to go a bit faster," Trotter teased. Cal scoffed as he kicked his pants away. Now he and his best friend stood in the living room, just in jockstraps. "Can't believe I never fantasized about this in school," Ashley commented. Slowly stroking his 9 inches. "Maybe I should've paid more attention to the jocks." His eyes focused on Cal's big muscled hairless ass, framed great by the white elastic bands of the jock. "Yeah, you should've," Trotter said, slapping both of Cal's ass cheeks simultaneously. Cal chuckled. He pulled his friend closer and kissed him harder. The yoga instructor slid his tongue into the baseball coach's mouth. Their tongues wrestling. Trotter moaned as Cal fingered his exposed hole. Ashley finally walked to the two friends. He pressed his throbbing cock on the coach's hip. Cal broke the kiss with Trotter only to turn to Ashley and kiss him, just as hard and passionately. "Fuck that's hot." Trotter watched as his wife and best friend made out, tongues running back and forth between mouths. He smiled as he knelt before the two loves of his life. The instructor pulled off his friend's jockstrap. Freeing the 9 inch cock from its prison. Trotter couldn't believe that his two loves had such similarly sized cocks. He eagerly took the hanging appendage into his mouth. Cal moaned into his kiss with Ashley. His hands blindly grabbing onto Trotter's head, controlling how his friend blew him. "You've ever been fucked?" Ashley inquired as he broke the kiss. His hard, leaking 9 inch cock still pressing against the coach's hip. "It's been a while." Cal confessed. His mind was focused on Trotter's skills of sucking cock. He thought back to his days in the professional circuit. The crew that kept the ballfield where his team called home. One day he caught them fucking another player. He stayed, stroking his cock. He was caught and decided to join in. Wasn't the first or last time he got fucked in the ass. But it was among his favorite non-playing memories of being a pro. He was brought back to the present. Ashley had squatted behind him. The therapist's tongue lapping the sweaty hole hidden between Cal's firmly muscled ass. "Fuck yeah," Cal moaned as he was blown from both sides. Ashley dug his tongue into the loosening hole. "Trot! I'm close!" Cal let go of his friend's hair. The instructor pulled off the wet cock. He squeezed his friend's sack. "Come fuck me," Trotter offered. He bent over, propping himself on the coffee table. His hole winking enticingly at the high school baseball coach. He gave his ass a little wiggle. "Fuck me!" Trotter cried. "You better go fuck my husband," Ashley said. He stood up and kneaded his husband's best friend's ass. "Go fuck him or you'll never leave." Cal chuckled. "Seeing what you are used to," Cal said, he glanced back at Ashley's leaking 9 inch cock. "I'm gonna fuck you like the slut you are." He lined up his cock, which was now leaking as well. Trotter pushed back as he felt the moist tip tease his hole. Cal adjusted his stance, grabbing onto the narrow hips beneath him. He took a few long, slow breaths. With nothing but pure lust in his mind, Coach Cal Maddox thrust all 9 inches into Trotter's ass. The yoga instructor cried out in pain and pleasure. His ass massaging the invading cock and pulling it deeper. "Fuck! Your ass is so good!" Cal let his friend's ass work his cock for a moment. "That's it," Ashley cooed as he came up behind Cal. "He's got an amazing ass." The therapist worked two fingers into the baseball coach. Cal moaned. He widened his stance and pulled on one of his ass cheeks to give the therapist more access. Ashley made quick work of loosening the coach's hole, knowing how close he was. Cal stood there, letting his cock get milked by his best friend and his ass stretched by the best friend's husband. He never thought this kind of thing would happen to him. "Fuck, I gotta get in that ass." "Fuck me," Trotter begged. He pressed his ass back into Cal's crotch. "Fuck me," Cal moaned. His hips began to rock back and forth. "Fuck me." Ashley thrust in about 3 inches of his thick cock. Cal groaned, not being as used to being fucked as he once was. Ashley pushed a little more in. He wrapped his arms around the buff coach. Groping the strong abs and pecs before pinching Cal's nipples. "FUCK!" Cal began fucking himself on Ashley's cock, which in turn he fucks deeper into Trotter's ass. Cal didn't know this kind of ecstasy was possible. He swore he could've been happy with just this. A threesome with Trotter and Ashley. Trotter's eager ass trusting back to meet his thrusts. Ashley's thick cock buried in his ass and skillful hands manipulating his body. "FUCK! FUCK! FUC-!" Cal shouted as his cock pulsated, his hot sperm spewing all over Trotter's insides. His ass clamped down and flexed around Ashley's cock. Trotter moaned, feeling his best friend spunk his hole. He grinded his ass into Cal's crotch, trying to milk more of the coach's seed. Ashley dragged his nails down Cal's chest, holding his orgasm back for as long as he could. Waiting for Cal's to finish. "Yes! Fuck!" Trotter exclaimed. He kept his ass pressed against his best friend's crotch. "That felt so good, Cal!" Cal sighed, leaning back against Ashley, his legs a little weak. "We're not done yet," Ashley whispered into Cal's ear. The therapist dug his fingers into his husband's ass. Trotter moaned. He pulled all but the tip out of Cal's ass. Cal gasped. Ashley thrusted in just over half of his 9 inches. A cry escaped Cal's mouth. Ashley power thrusted Cal's ass repeatedly. Pushing his thick cock a little deeper each time. Each time causing Cal to moan out in pain and pleasure. "Fuck him, honey!" Trotter shouted. Cal's cock still stiff and lodged inside the yoga instructor's ass. "Make him all of your cock!" "I hope to fuck this hole again," Ashley breathed into Cal's ear. He licked and bit at the earlobe. He ran his fingernails around Cal's muscled torso, tracing the valleys of definition. Cal moaned loudly and continuously. Ashley felt his cum starting boil and balls draw up close to his cock. He switched to a faster, shorter thrust. Cal's moans became short, airy gasps with each thrust. The therapist pulled the coach closer, locking his arms around the wide chest. With a guttural cry, Ashley unloaded his five-day built up cum into the former pro ball player. Cal flexed his ass, remembering how great it is to have another man's cum shooting inside him, and milking the spraying cock. Meanwhile, Trotter was busy sucking his best friend's cock fervently. Cal came again, his orgasm nearly caused him to black out. His second load wasn't as heavy as his first. But Trotter only cared to taste the jock's fine seed. Being a smaller load, Trotter could savor the taste and not have to swallow it down immediately. When Ashley felt he couldn't dump anymore seed into Cal, he pulled out. Making a big, wet, schlopping sound. Cal's knees buckled as Ashley's cock head popped out. Together, the married couple lowered their tired friend to the floor. Cal tiredly panted, cum slowly rolling out his ass and down his cheek. Trotter kissed his wife, sharing Cal's spunk. The two moaned as they kissed. "Very tasty, Cal," Ashley commented. Cal only responded with a breathy chuckle. Trotter moved behind the prone jock, drinking in the sight. Then he spread the meaty ass cheeks apart. He licked his lips. Cal let out a tired moan. Trotter had licked up the oozing cum. When he got to Cal's puffed up hole lips, he kissed them before digging his tongue in. Just as he expertly sucked his best friend to a second orgasm, he sucked his wife's cum out of Cal's ass. Swallowing every drop. "Stop," Cal said weakly. "Stop it. I'm too tired to go again." His hand feebly swatting at Trotter's head. "Come on babe," Ashley said, tugging on Trotter's shoulder. Trotter let out a puppy whine as he sat back on his hunches. Ashley kissed his husband's forehead. They smiled at each other. "Now who's up for that cream pie?"