Date: Thu, 20 Oct 2022 22:37:38 +0000 (UTC)
From: Arthur Doyle <sirarthurpornandoyle@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dumb jock roommates, part 7

"Coach Johnson! Coach Johnson!" cried Vinnie, the star of the swim
team. "You've got to help me."

Sitting behind his desk in his dimly-lit office in the back of the locker
rooms, the middle-aged salt-and-pepper and quite beefy Coach Johnson
adjusted his legs and leaned back in his chair. This ought to be
interesting, he thought.

"What is it, Rodriguez?" he asked in his husky voice.

"I..." Vinnie started. "I..."

Coach Johnson placed his rough hands behind his head and spread out his
hairy arms, revealing the thick bush of his armpits. He was wearing a tank
top and had recently worked out but neglected to shower, meaning his BO was
quite overpowering at the moment.

"Enough, Vinnie. Spit it out already."

The swimmer before him, dressed in a nothing but a tight speedo and
chiseled as all getup, looked sheepish. "Something happened to me the other
day, coach."

Internally, Coach Johnson smiled. Vinnie wasn't the first of his students
to come running to him in the last little while in desperate need of
help. But he kept a gruff look on his face as he took in the boy's
incredible physique, those stunning pecs and abs, those superb biceps and
calves, and those heaving glutes just barely being held back by the
speedo's tight fabric. The swimmer was also sporting a fine pelt of fur on
his chest, a drag in the water for sure but Coach Johnson hated to see his
players shave away their lovely assets.

"What is it, Vinnie? You can tell me anything."

"Well... I met these two dudes at the pool. Uh, Silas and Connor were their
names, I think. They were both... um... beautiful..."

"What do you mean, beautiful?"

"Like, each of them just had the most gorgeous body of any dude I've ever
seen, one of them a little hairier, the other smoother, but both cut like
you can't imagine. And they were also acting... kind of funny."

"Funny how?"

"I don't know. Just really silly and playful and kind of dumb."

Coach Johnson nodded. One of the perks of his job was getting to interact
with all sorts of himbos all the time.

"So what happened?"

"I'm really not sure, coach. We were just sort of chatting and the two of
them were placing their hands all over my body and telling me how hot I
looked and how big my bulging crotch was and then... one thing led to
another..."

"And?"

Vinnie got really quiet, the tips of his ears turning red.

"And then I sort of slipped and fell. My mouth went right over one of their
dicks, Silas I think it was. And man that thing was a whopper. Just about
the largest anaconda I've ever seen and so hard and veiny and dripping with
precum. It must have been uncut because it just sailed straight into my
throat and got lodged there. And it was so thick that I couldn't really get
it out no matter how much Silas banged his hips against my face."

"Then what happened?"

"It was super weird, sir... I mean, coach... Mr. Johnson. I found it kind
of pleasurable to choke on that massive pocket rocket and my mind kind of
went elsewhere. And then the other bro, Connor, he started blabbering about
how embarrassed they both were and how he'd help me out. But instead of
moving Silas or something, he just pulled off my speedo and started rimming
me."

"Like... in the butt?"

"Yeah, he was slobbering all over my little jock hole like it was the most
delicious thing he'd ever tasted. And... uh... I liked it too. So much so
that when Connor stood up and the tip of his own mega boner started
slipping into my ass, I just sort of let it happen."

Coach Johnson grinned. His enormous erection was at the moment straining
the fabric of his gym shorts and he could see a large stain of pre-jizz
spreading across the crotch. He sniffed his heady BO, loving the
circumstances of his life. He screwed up his face into a scowl again.

"Are you telling me that you let a guy fuck you in your hot little puck at
the same time as another dude slammed his gigantic sausage against your
lips?"

Vinnie nodded. "I don't know how it happened, coach. My body just took over
and I suddenly found that I needed them both to splooge inside me as much
as possible. And that's not the worst part."

"What do you mean, Rodriguez?"

"It's just..."

"Yeah?"

"Well, after they both creamed inside me, they switched positions and each
shot another wad in my mouth and rear. And then it was like I was
addicted?"

"Addicted?"

"Yeah, coach. Like, for the last few days I keep staring at dude's massive
wangs in the showers, just watching how their pulsating cocks swing back
and forth while their low-hanging nuts flop about. And..."

"There's more?"

"Sure. At least a few times now, I've somehow ended up with a guy or two or
three and... I don't know... I slip and fall and then it starts all over
again and I'm getting banged or banging someone or both at the same time."

Vinnie stopped and looked at Coach Johnson with the most feverish
expression. The coach knew he'd have to handle the next part delicately, so
as not to scare the boy and have him totally freak out.

"Well, Rodriguez, that's a pretty crazy story you've got there. I guess the
thing I'm wondering is what you want me to do about it?"

"I... I... I'm not sure, coach. I thought maybe you knew what I'm supposed
to do now."

"Huh. Interesting question, boy. So, here's the thing. I've heard about
situations like this before. Usually it's ripped college jocks who are full
to the brim with hormones and spunk on account of working out and being
around other studs all the time. But I have a question for you."

"What is it, coach?"

"I need to know if you want it to stop or not."

With a look of utmost guile, Vinnie screwed up his face. "I... I don't
know, sir. That is, it's just been so crazy that I haven't had time to
think about what I want to happen."

It was time. Coach Johnson knew the next thing he had to do. Standing on
his thick haunches, the coach started to pull off his tank top. He heard
Vinnie gasp as his killer abdominals, which were so tight and hairy, came
into view. Once the tank top slipped over his head and the coach stood
shirtless, his fuzzy arms crossed in front of his enormous shaggy chest, he
knew the boy was enraptured. Slowly, carefully, he took down his gym shorts
and watched as Vinnie's eyes remained glued to his crotch. Coach Johnson's
insanely large, thick, and commanding cock came flopping out, then
tick-tocked back and forth like a hefty metronome above his gigantic and
stupendously pube-covered balls. Grabbing his massive member at its
gargantuan and girthy base, the coach whapped it a few times against his
palm, feeling dollops of pre-nut milk dot his hand.

"Well, Vinnie. I need you to think carefully. Do you see these?" He palmed
his superlative nuts and began joggling them around like Chinese medicine
balls. "And do you see this?" In the low light, he openly jacked the flared
uncut tip of his supremely powerful and monstrous manhood.

Without a word, Vinnie nodded.

"What I want to know is if you want to be dominated by this mighty meat and
take gobs of my sticky sperm in your throat and ass? Think about it,
boy. Do you?"

"I..." came the response. "I..."

But by this point Coach Johnson could see that he had the swimmer
ensorcelled. He'd seen it many times before. Once these lunkheads got a
taste of the pleasures of dong, they were hooked for life. They became lean
mean fuck machines, constantly in need of hot man-on-man action as often as
possible. Vinnie was now drugged. He would do anything for a taste of the
D.

The stunning swimmer didn't even pretend to trip this time. He just came
forward and got on his knees. He grabbed the gonzo hog before him and
looked at it like it was the most prized possession he'd ever seen. The
coach's incredible endowment was Vinnie's entire world. As a spurt of ball
sauce came leaking from that massive dick-tip, Vinnie placed it in his
mouth and took it down to the root.

"Unnnhhhh..." the coach sighed.

Jock mouths were always the best. They boy was already a gifted cocksucker
and Coach Johnson didn't even have to wait before he began pummeling
Vinnie's throat with his towering tool. His wrecking ball nuts repeatedly
bashed against the boy's chin as Vinnie cried out in ecstasy again and
again.

"You like my cock, don't you, boy?" the coach said.

"Mmmhhmmmm," Vinnie whimpered, looking up with his dewey eyes as the
coach's hefty trouser snake stretched out his lips.

"Do you need some more?"

Coach Johnson could see the boy was a little confused at the question, but
the coach already run through this scenario several times with other
players. Whoever those dumb athletes Silas and Connor were, they'd been
infecting a good deal of the university already, and Coach Johnson wasn't
complaining. Vinnie was far from the first swimmer to traipse in worried
about his sexual status.

"Warren!" called the coach. "Alexander! You can come in now."

From a side room strode in two dudes in their mid-twenties, Coach Johnson's
assistant coaches. Each was a stud, with perfectly-sculpted chests and
arms, Warren darker-haired and Alexander a redhead. The coach had selected
them for their abilities but also their looks and, of course, the
astronomical batons that each was sporting. Warren had a pornstar cock,
tipping on the tip top end of the size distribution, but Alexander's was
just unbelievable, a total knockout, looking like something out of a Tom of
Finland drawing. Each was already naked and hard, having waited in the
sidelines while fooling around with each other so as not to freak out
Vinnie the moment he came in.

The swimmer had a look of apprehension on his cock-stuffed face now. "Don't
worry, boy," Coach Johnson said. "We'll start you off easy. You can take my
cock first."

Vinnie didn't have much time to process this as the coach pulled his
massive member from the boy's mouth and then walked around behind him. He
bent Vinnie over, snatched off his swimsuit, and heaved a nice gob of spit,
which landed with bull's-eye accuracy on the boy's exposed puck. Spitting
on his own knob, Coach Johnson began to press his unbelievable uncut head
inside. Vinnie's hole barely protested, opening up in the most
accommodating way, his puck soft and pliable from having taken quite a few
dongs already but still tight and supple and impeccable. Those incredible
ass muscles squeezed against the coach's pulsating prong as his
implausibly-huge hog sunk further and further into Vinnie's rear tunnel.

"Oh yeah, boy," the coach said. "You are built to take cock. Tell me how
much you need my dick inside you."

"Ohhhmyygodddd, sir! I need it! I really need you to fuck me, PLEASE!"

The coach didn't need much more invitation than that and, placing his rough
hands on the boy's hips, he began jackhammering him like a pro. Stars were
clearly spinning around Vinnie's head as his hole gave itself up to that
astonishing sensation, the repeated blows with the mighty hammer that was
Coach Johnson's sterling johnson.

Meanwhile, Warren and Alexander had positioned themselves in front of
Vinnie and each was bashing him across the face with their extraordinary
organs. Ball slobber and sweat were accumulating all over the men and the
ripe stink of their bodies was mixing in the air around them, sending all
four into fits of absolute rapture. Warren grabbed the back of Vinnie's
head and dove his domineering dick right into the boy's maw, skull-fucking
him to within an inch of his life as spit dripped down that overpowering
shaft.

Not to be outdone, Alexander pushed Warren aside and, with a fire burning
in his eyes, took a hunk of Vinnie's hair and shoved him
downward. Alexander's unbearable bludgeon rammed right into Vinnie's mouth,
the boy's lips stretching out like somebody was thrusting all ten of their
fingers into his open jaw. Vinnie was whimpering and moaning but clearly in
high heaven, his sizable cock rip roaringly hard and spraying a continuous
spatter of pre-cum as he got fucked from both ends.

Coach Johnson slapped Vinnie's mountainous asscheeks. "I think he's ready,
boys. Go ahead and take him here."

Warren and Alexander didn't need to be told twice, the two of them quite
used to cramming their colossal cocks into orifices of all manner, people
constantly begging them for even a taste of those astonishing
endowments. Just to be nice, Warren went first, stepping up as Coach
Johnson vacated Vinnie's pre-cum slick hole. Warren's wondrous wang
immediately occupied the opening, stretching Vinnie out to new dimensions
as he began to ream the boy and send him to planes of existence he never
dreamed of before.

"HNNFF! HNNFFF!!!" Vinnie cried as his backdoor was repeatedly packed with
more dong than it had ever experienced.

While they watched the performance, Coach Johnson could sense his own needs
boiling up inside him. Bending over, he spit on his fingers and then toyed
with his tender man slit to get it ready. "Alexei," he called to the
redhead. "Get over here and give me some of that beautiful schlong before
you break this boy in half."

With a smile and a nod, Alexander strode over to the coach and placed the
fat mushroom tip of his meat stick against the coach's hole. With barely
any resistance, that Herculean hog sailed right into Coach Johnson's
antechamber and Alexander took control, drilling that hirsute ass with
perfect strokes of his monstrous sausage.

"Mmmmm, yeah!" moaned Coach Johnson. "Fuck yeah, Alexei. Fuck me with that
insane donkey dong!"

As Warren pounded Vinnie, the boy looked over at the spectacle of his hot
middle-age coach taking the most massive dick right next to him in the back
of the locker room. Noticing the attention, Coach Johnson smiled.

"Don't worry, boy. It's coming for you next."

At that moment, Warren let loose a heavy groan and pumped his staggering
cock all the way inside of Vinnie. Screwing up his eyes, Warren achieved
his first climax of the night and deposited a healthy dollop of man cream
as far up in Vinnie's guts as he could get. Stepping aside, Warren slapped
Vinnie on the ass, jacking his enormous and still extremely hard erection
as he licked some of his own cum from the boy's hole.

It was Alexander's turn. Vinnie was moaning with a mixture of ecstasy and
trepidation as Alexander walked over and draped his elephantine member
across Vinnie's crack. To Coach Johnson, it looked like such a hulking
beast would barely be able to fit into such a tight little hole but of
course he'd seen boys smaller than Vinnie submit to Alexander's incredible
ministrations. Vinnie also had the advantage of a well-fucked puck by this
point and so it wasn't entirely surprising when Alexander pressed his
inconceivable implement against the boy's exit and, straight away, the
entire girthy gonzo gash-basher disappeared down to the root. Balls deep
inside Vinnie, Alexander began to pound. Sweat dripped from his brow and
his every incredible muscle stood out as he reamed Vinnie with his gavel,
deep-dicking him with virtuoso strokes as the boy squirmed and whimpered
from the insane pleasure of it all.

By this point, Coach Johnson had introduced his own mammoth shaft into
Warren's snug bung-hole and was hammering away like Hephaestion at his
anvil. The coach could feel the cum churning in his balls as his hairy
nutsac battered Warren's taint, the assistant coach howling with delight
from the incredible drubbing he was receiving. An idea floated through
Coach Johnson's beast-mode brain and, after whispering in Warren's ear, the
two of them carefully made their way over to Alexander and Vinnie.

While Coach Johnson was still inside him, Warren stood behind Alexander and
rubbed the raging tip of his dick on Alexander's supple puck. As he
continued to wallop Vinnie with his gigantic tally-whacker, Alexander
leaned back and kissed Warren, then bellowed like a bear as Warren's
significant sausage began to slip into his backdoor. Before long, Coach
Johnson was positioned behind all three boys, basically fucking Vinnie with
the power of three cocks at once--the coach's own inside Warren, Warren
inside Alexander, and then Alexander's ridiculous rod shoved up inside
Vinnie.

"OHHHMYGODDD, COACH!" Vinnie cried. "OHHHHHHHMYYYYYGODDDDDDD!!!!!!"

And with that Vinnie began to expel an absurd amount of cock cream, his
prostate milked and stimulated like never before, the sound of his orgasm
intense enough to give the coach wet dreams for a month after. As Vinnie's
ass muscles clenched down, Alexander felt his own cock go off and an
irrational helping of hot ball sauce came coursing out his shaft, filling
Vinnie's back channel to the brim with thick profusions of skeet. Alexander
had the presence of mind to pull out and allow Warren to come forward just
as the other assistant coach went over the edge, so that Warren deposited
his second serving of savory raunch dressing right up in Vinnie's
cum-soaked rear chute. Warren then pulled out so that Coach Johnson could
get in there just as his own rocks went off and Vinnie was able to receive
yet another portion of athletic splooge, his hole creampied with enough
emollient nut lotion to keep it full up for a long time being.

As their orgasms subsided, the men draped Vinnie on the ground of the
office floor.

"Just one more thing, Vinnie," Coach Johnson said, standing over the boy
with his honking satyr's legs.

And then the coach, Warren, and Alexander each managed to edge another
explosive nut busting out of their nonsensical cocks, an exuberant bounty
of ball gravy that covered Vinnie's fine features in copious sheets of
sticky skeet. Sated (at least for now) Coach Johnson grinned at the dazed
swimmer on the floor.

"I hope you've learned something here, Rodriguez. My door is open anytime
you need. Now let's all hit the showers. We might run into some more fun
while we're there."

* * * *

Apparently we barely even need Silas and Connor around anymore to get
things started. Let me know if there's any other places to take this dirty
tale. My inbox eagerly awaits your thoughts and snapshots at
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