Date: Fri, 23 Jun 2023 01:35:05 -0700 From: Noah Dave Subject: Brocurious! Chapter 6 DISCLAIMER: This story contains graphic depictions of sex. You must be at least 18 years of age to view this content. This story belongs exclusively to the author. No reposting or republishing without the author's permission is allowed. You can read the next chapter of this story as soon as it is finished on patreon. Following chapters will be released for everyone later. Be the first and support me on my patreon at www.patreon.com/user?u=83818189 Please donate to Nifty if you can! Enjoy. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Coach Tom's dick was dangling in front of Mike's face. I shook the fog of arousal off my mind and realized that I did not like what was happening. As much as I admired Coach, I would not let him cross this line. "Don't listen to him Mike. Practice is over." I stepped closer to Coach Tom. His eyes widened in surprise as he noticed the aggravated gaze in my eyes. Seeing Mike kneeling before another man who wasn't me made my blood boil. I was ready to show both Mike and Coach how I felt. "I'm afraid someone did not understand that this was his puni...UGH!" With a precise and quick motion, I hurried behind Coach and kicked him behind his knees with solid force. He dropped right in front of Mike, his dick still flopping out of his pants. I put my hands against Coach's shoulders and made him stay on the ground. Mike gasped and looked at me in shock. Mike and Coach were on the ground now, their knees almost touching. "What the hell boy?!" I stepped around Coach, so I was standing beside them both now. I grabbed them by their hair, yanking on Coach's hair a little harder. They both gasped and looked up at me with wide eyes. "You got a little self-conceited there, Coach!" I spat on Coach. He closed his eyes and jolted his body once my spit landed on his face. Emotion completely overtook my body, and I wasn't thinking clearly. For a second, I thought that Coach Tom would burst out into anger and jump at me, but as he opened his eyes slowly, he just let out a wild groan. His face lit up in excitement, and a mischievous grin appeared on his face. Mike gasped a word out, but I couldn't make out what it was. "YOU are going to be a good boy now, Coach! And do exactly as I say. Or I will get you looked up for being a perv!" Coach Tom's face widened, giving me big puppy eyes, a look I had never seen on his manly face before and one that made my dick stir. I had no idea where all this confidence in me came from, but I knew it was partly triggered, thanks to Mike. "Please, sir! Don't tell on me. I'm just an old pathetic perv. Just punish me, sir!" I would have never thought to hear Coach Tom call me sir! Up until now, Coach has always been my ideal image of masculinity. Seeing him now before me in this emasculating way made me feel all kinds of emotions. The biggest of them being lust. "You asked for it you! Start by making it up to your player. Kiss Mike on the lips. Gently." "Yes sir!" Coach put his right arm against Mike's chest and leaned in close to him. Their lips were about to touch, and I could feel my dick twitch inside my pants. Coach brushed his lips against Mike's gently. He gasped and leaned back before pressing his lips against Choach's mouth hectically. Seeing my best friend and Coach making out in front of me blew my mind. As Coach and Mike continued to kiss and suck on their lips, I pulled my aching dick out of my pants. I watched as the make-out session before me became more and more intense. Coach and Mike were whimpering now, turning me on like crazy. "Fuck. Keep on kissing just like that." I started caressing Mike's and Coach's hair and positioned myself closer. My dick was almost poking their cheeks, but they ignored it and continued to kiss. All of our dicks were hard by now, and Mike's looked like it could rip a hole through his shorts any second. I pushed my hips forward so my hard dick was pressing against their faces now. "Now kiss on this!" My breath stopped as I felt my dick slip between both lips in front of it. Coach and Mike did not stop making out, but my dick was in their way now. Between the wet kisses, Coach's mustache rubbed against my dick occasionally, sending shivers through my body. My grip around Coach's and Mike's hair tightened, and I started to moan with them. I pulled Coach's head back, and he started gasping air like a dog. Mike was giving me a disappointed look for disrupting the action. "Open up wide, you big slut!" Coach Tom widened his jaw to the fullest extent, inviting my dick into his throat. "Ehhhhh!" Knowing he would handle it, I pushed my whole length into his mouth with no regard. Like a bitch in heat, Coach Tom immediately started gobbling on my shaft. The disappointed look on Mike's face turned into shock and amazement. "Not so tough now, huh Coach?" I still held onto Coach's hair and started pulling his head up and down on my dick more hectically. The sounds he was making aroused my brain. "Damn, Bro! I did not know Coach Tom was this hungry for another dude's dick! Look at him go." Gurg! Slurp! "Fuck! You can learn aAGH, thing or tw...oo from him Mike. Get a good look." Sluuurp! "Sure thing Bro haha! It's just a different kind of practice." While Coach was still giving it his all, Mike scooted closer to us and started to take in what was happening before him. He gave me occasional smiles of approval that almost made me go crazy. Sometimes Mike and Coach made eye contact with me simultaneously, and I almost came immediately. Especially cause Coach Tom was giving me one of the best blowjobs I've ever had. As good as it felt to face fuck Coach, I couldn't stand it anymore to look at Mike's face, so I pulled out my dick and pressed it into Mike's mouth. He opened his mouth slowly and made big eyes. Once he realized what was happening, his focus shifted, and he pressed his lips against my shaft tightly as he started to suck on it. Coach Tom was gasping, a little out of breath, while Mike was moaning around my dick. What was happening was crazy hot, and I could feel the cum wanting to jizz out of my dick already. Mike let my dick slide out of his mouth for a moment. "Your Pre tastes so good Bro!" And he went right back to sucking the big dick in front of him. I did not want to cum, yet this moment was too erotic to let it go to waste this quickly. I focused on relaxing a little, and that was when I realized we were still in the middle of our football field. At our Uni! This was way too risky, even for our crazy standards. The last thing I wanted was for us to go to jail for indecent exposure. I hesitantly pulled Mike off my dick and started pulling up my shorts. "We need to take this somewhere else." Coach Tom looked around, his old demeanor returning to him. "You are right let's take this to my office!" As we stepped into the Coach's office, I was immediately struck by the air of authority that permeated the room. The space was well-lit, with large windows allowing natural light to pour in, highlighting the rich, mahogany tones of the wooden furniture. As usual, the imposing presence of Coach's big, sturdy wooden desk positioned against the far wall grabbed my attention. My dick stirred as I imagined what I was about to do in this room. Coach's desk was a grand centerpiece, exuding a sense of history and importance. Its polished surface glistened under the soft glow of a desk lamp, casting a warm light over the piles of papers, game plans, and scouting reports neatly arranged upon it. Behind the desk stood Coach's leather chair, the embodiment of comfort and authority. And, of course, the framed photographs on the walls present memorable moments in his career. These images showcased our team celebrating on the field, forming a visual reminder of our achievements and Coach's impact on the lives of countless athletes. The big wooden desk and the leather chair served as the throne from which Coach Tom led, inspired, and guided our team to greatness. Would this be the place where I will finally get to stretch Coach's big ass? I turned to notice Coach Tom lock the door. He turned around and started staring at me. I was intimidated for a moment, feeling my usual respect and admiration for Coach, but my still-hard dick quickly reminded me why we were here. The familiar fog of arousal clouded my brain, and a rush of confidence returned to me. I moved over to the leather chair and caressed the material before I sat down on it. I was too horny to notice how comfortable it was and just pulled out my dick. Mike and Coach were staring at me wide-eyed. It looked like they were waiting for a command. "Both of you get over here." Mike started to rush over, but I stopped him. Feeling a surge of power, I decided to assert control over the situation. "AH! Get over here, on your knees!" My heart was pounding with a mix of excitement and fear. With a mischievous grin, I beckoned Coach and Mike to me. Mike quickly dropped to his knees, but there was a momentary hesitation in Coach's eyes, a flicker of defiance, but he succumbed to my authority either way. Coach Tom obediently lowered himself to his knees, his face a mixture of lust and humiliation. I watched as both hulking bodies crawled toward me, their movements slow and deliberate. The sound of knees scraping against the carpeted floor echoed through the room. My chest filled with pride as I realized how far I had come to discover who I was. My heart pounded as I reveled in the power of the moment. Coach Tom reached me before Mike did. His head bowed low in submission. I couldn't help but feel a surge of exhilaration and control, my ego temporarily inflated by this new feeling of dominance. It was like I was trying to live up to Coach's expectations all this time. He was the ideal man, and I strived to be like him. But now, it was like I had something he wanted. Something only I could give him. The once-respected figure who commanded our team with authority was now reduced to this submissive position before me. My body started to shake because of the insane arousal I was feeling at that moment. Mike had caught up to Coach by now, and they were both on their knees before my exposed crotch. As much as I wanted to feel their mouths around my dick again, I knew that I wouldn't be able to last this long. Especially cause I was burning up with arousal this badly. I realized I could do anything I wanted and was about to tell Coach to remove my shoes and socks before he asked me. "Should I take your shoes off for you?" "You are such a good Coach that you already know what I need." I smirked at Coach Tom and reveled in my newfound authority. I extended my leg, placing my foot on Coach's chest, and looked down at him with a commanding gaze. "Start with my shoes, Coach. Take them off one by one, and make sure to show proper respect." Coach Tom's eyes met mine, a mix of desire and obedience shining in them. He reached up and began untying the laces of my first shoe, his hands trembling with anticipation. As he removed it, I could feel his hot breath against my foot, his mouth hovering just inches away. He gently placed my shoe aside and moved to the next one, repeating the process meticulously. Each time his hands grazed my foot, I could feel a surge of electricity shooting through my body. The sensation was intoxicating, and I reveled in the control I had over him. Once both my shoes were off, Coach Tom looked up at me, his eyes filled with desire and vulnerability. He had been reduced to a submissive state, eager to please and satisfy my every desire. "Now, Coach, show your gratitude, kiss and worship my feet." Without hesitation, Coach Tom leaned in and pressed his lips against the sole of my foot, showering it with gentle kisses. His tongue traced patterns along my arch, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine. I could feel his devotion and eagerness to please, which only fueled my desire for more. Mike, who had been watching the scene unfold, couldn't contain himself any longer. He eagerly joined Coach Tom in worshipping my feet. The sensation of two pairs of lips and two sets of hands exploring and caressing my feet was overwhelming. "Ohhh! That's it. You are doing so good." I leaned back in the leather chair, basking in the pleasure they were providing. My eyes darted between the two men, enjoying the spectacle of their submission. The sense of control was intoxicating. I was lost in a haze of desire and power. As they continued to kiss my feet, I decided it was time to assert my dominance further. I lifted my foot and placed it against Coach Tom's face, pressing gently but firmly. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with anticipation and surrender. With a subtle nod, he understood what I wanted. "Take my foot into your mouth!" Coach Tom obediently opened his mouth, his lips wrapping around my toes one by one. His warm, wet mouth engulfing my foot sent a jolt of pleasure through my body. I watched in awe as he expertly sucked and licked, his actions guided by a desire to please me. Feeling a surge of power and arousal, I turned my attention to Mike, who had eagerly watched the scene unfold. I motioned for him to come closer, and he complied without hesitation. With Coach Tom still worshipping my foot, I guided Mike's head toward my other foot. Mike and Coach worked in unison, their mouths and tongues exploring and pleasuring my feet. "Your feet stink a bit Bro." "Good! Now enjoy the smell Mike." Mike did not say another word but instead kept eye contact with me as he pushed my big toe into his mouth. I lost track of time as pleasure consumed me, the room filled with moans, gasps, and the sound of wet mouths. Suddenly, Coach Tom turned around, his back facing me, and with a swift motion, he dropped his shorts and underwear, revealing his firm, round ass. I gazed at Coach Tom's exposed ass, presented to me like an offering. His cheeks were firm and inviting, a sight that ignited a primal desire within me. The thought of dominating him completely thrilled me, and I couldn't resist the urge to take control. "Someone is eager for more." Coach Tom positioned himself obediently, presenting his ass to me in the most submissive way. The sight was captivating, and I couldn't resist exploring his tight hole. I stepped closer, my dick throbbing with anticipation. "You've been a bad Coach, and now you'll be punished." Without warning, I gripped Coach's hips firmly. I thrust my hard member deep into his awaiting ass with a swift, forceful motion. "Ahh!" A mixture of pain and pleasure escaped Coach's lips. The sensation was overwhelming. The tightness of his ass gripped my cock with each thrust. I reveled in the power I held over Coach, each movement asserting my dominance. I pounded into him relentlessly, and the sound of our bodies colliding filled the room. Mike, who had been watching the scene unfold with jealousy and desire, couldn't contain himself any longer. He approached us, his dick dripping with precum. "Mind if I join in?" Mike's voice was filled with need. The sight of Mike's lust-filled gaze made me go crazy. I wanted to see him succumb to the same submissive state as Coach Tom, to experience the pleasure of dominating both of them simultaneously. "Get on your knees," Mike dropped to his knees, his eyes locked on the erotic display before him. I let my dick flop out of Coach's ass, leaving him hungry for more and motioned for Mike to take his place. "Take Coach's place and hop on my dick Mike." Mike's face lit up with excitement and submission as he positioned himself, his eager ass now on full display. I wasted no time, driving my raw dick deep into his waiting hole. The sensation of both Coach Tom and Mike submitting to my desires overwhelmed me, and I lost myself in the ecstasy of the moment. "OHH, Bro, I missed that dick!" The room filled with moans and gasps as the three of us indulged in pleasure. With each powerful thrust, I was driving Mike and Coach closer to the edge. As our bodies moved in perfect harmony, the boundaries of pleasure blurred, and the lines between dominance and submission faded. We became lost in desire, each one of us consumed by the intoxicating power of the moment. Time passed, and we continued to explore the depths of our desires. Mike and Coach Tom took turns experiencing pleasure and submitting to my commands. The room became a sanctuary of unrestrained passion and fulfillment. Primal desires within us were set free. Suddenly, time stopped. I got lost in the sight of Mike's sweaty body moving up and down on my dick. My gaze traced each of his bulking muscles. We found solace in exploring our deepest, darkest fantasies at that moment. Boundaries were pushed, and limits were shattered, all in the pursuit of pleasure and dominance. We discovered new heights of ecstasy and a bond forever connecting us in a web of pleasure and desire. "I can't take it anymore! Get over here and open your mouths for me!" I was about to cum. The sight of Coach Tom and Mike both on their knees, their mouths already open and ready, intensified the feeling of my incoming orgasm. Coach Tom, eagerly anticipating this moment, couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He moved closer, his mouth open wide, ready to serve. I pressed my throbbing erection into his open mouth. "Take it all, Coach," Coach Tom's lips wrapped around my cock eagerly, his mouth hot and wet. He bobbed his head up and down, taking me deep into his throat, his actions guided by a desperate need to please. The sensation of his mouth on me, combined with the desperate looks Mike was giving me, did it for me, and I started cumming. I pulled out of Coach's mouth and started spraying on him and Mike. More and more of my white jizz coated their faces. This is what heaven felt like. I admired Mike and Coach panting, covered in sweat and cum, but now, as the adrenaline started to wear off, I was left with a sense of calm. "Wow, that was intense," Coach Tom said, breaking the silence. "I never thought I'd be doing something like this, but it was amazing." Mike nodded in agreement, still trying to catch his breath. "Yeah. That was a wild ride." I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction at their reactions. "I'm glad you guys enjoyed it. We can do it again sometime if you're up for it." Coach Tom and Mike both grinned at the suggestion and for a moment, it felt like nothing else in the world mattered. "From now on Coach, things will be a little different around here." All three of us shared an experience uniquely ours, a moment of pure pleasure and desire that had brought us closer. Revealed our true nature. Free of prejudice and free of appearances. As we got dressed and said our goodbyes, I felt a sense of gratitude for the bond that was formed between us now. I walked out of the room with Mike. Coach Tom stayed back to clean up the mess we made. I couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness and fulfillment. At one glance, my life was completely different and fucked up now, but on the other, it felt like it was always meant to be this way. The walk back to our place wasn't awkward at all. Mike and I shared all our thoughts on everything that had just happened. "Dude! I knew about Coach and all, but seeing him in action? That was next level!" "I know right? I think a part of me will never believe that he can be such a slut." "Hahah yeah. Damn, he took your dick like it was nothing! That was impressive af." "I'm sure he will be able to teach you a thing or two in the future." I winked at Mike. He beamed up in excitement. "Oh god stop it dude! I can't even think about the future, or my head will explode." As we got home, both Mike and I took a shower together. We made a decent meal and decided to put on smth on tv and relax. We weren't the biggest wrestling fans, but we let a match play out on screen while we talked. I sat on the couch next to Mike, feeling a bit nervous. My mind was racing about what we had done with Coach. It was a secret we shared, a desire we never thought we'd feel, but it had brought us closer than ever before. "Hey, Bro," Mike said, breaking the silence. "You okay?" I looked at him and nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. Just thinking about things." "Me too," "I can't believe how much things have changed for us. I mean, we used to be straight and have girlfriends, and now we're..." "Gay?" I finished for him, feeling a bit uneasy. Mike chuckled. "Yeah, I guess that's one way to put it. But you know what, Bro? I'm okay with it. I'm more than okay with it. I'm happy. Happy with you." I looked at him, my heart pounding in my chest. "Really?" "Yeah," Mike took my hand in his. "I love you, Bro. I don't care what anyone else thinks. You and me, we're meant to be together." Tears formed in my eyes as I looked at him, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. "I love you too, Mike. I never thought I could feel this way about another man, but with you... it just feels right." Mike smiled and pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me. "I know, Bro. It feels right to me too." We cuddled on the couch, our bodies entwined, as we talked more about our feelings for each other. It was a conversation we had been avoiding for so long, but now that we had finally opened up, it felt like a huge weight had been lifted from our shoulders. As the night wore on, we kissed and made out, enjoying our shared intimacy. It was a new kind of love, one we had never experienced before, but it was the most beautiful thing we had ever known. to be continued...