Date: Fri, 31 May 2002 00:55:42 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Team Reward - Chapter 8 (Alternate) Team Reward Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) Warning: the following stories contain graphic descriptions of sexual material. If you are underage or do not wish to read such materials, read no further The following is not my story, but a chapter to Team Reward submitted by a reader who got tired of waiting for me to write another chapter. The action didn't exactly fit where I was taking the story, but I thought it was pretty hot, so we've decided to post it as an "alternate chapter" for your pleasure. You can send comments to him at the address below. Team Reward - Alternate Chapter 8 Scott DiBenedetto (scottboy@menwithcams.com) Coach Brian Pierson and his footlong manfucker were still horny to get off the copious amounts of jizz his bull balls were able to produce. Even after emptying his nuts of three mammoth loads in the past two hours, not to mention two brutal fucks with his new star recruit earlier that morning, Brian was still horny as ever as he and Mike White were speeding down the interstate on the way to Coach Pierson's college for a weekend tour. Coach took a glance over his right shoulder at Mike sleeping in the rear seat of his pickup truck. "God," he thought, "this kid must be the hottest thing I've ever laid eyes on." The early afternoon sun streaked down on the young athlete's chiseled form, accentuating every sinew of muscle on his naked body. Brian glanced down at Mike's firm bubble ass, and saw the remnants of his last load slowly leaking from Mike's puckered jockhole, making its way down his taut thighs and tight nuts onto the seat below. Brian knew better than to wake Mike from his fuck-tired doze--he'd need his strength for this weekend. Their road trip to State College had begun soon after White & Pierson's second morning fuck, where Brian had dirty-talked White into creaming the bedsheets as he long-dicked his 12-inch cock in and out of White's tight jock cunt. And the nastiest thing, Brian thought, was that White was on the phone with his own father while he got rutted like a bitch in heat. By now Coach Pierson was getting the beginnings of a seriously raging boner as he re-lived the events of the morning. ****************************** Not two minutes into Brian's truck, and Mike had been already down worshipping his cock, right in the middle of the parking lot at the seedy Jackson County Motel Pierson had stayed at while in town. As the two were just getting onto the interstate on-ramp, White was jack-hammering his bloated jock cocksucker lips up and down on the gargantuan fuckstick, intent on relishing one of the huge jizzloads he knew his Coach would shoot. Brian almost lost control of the truck as he grabbed onto the thick cords of muscle in White's athletic neck and hosed the jock's throat with what must have been a quart of sperm. He watched in fucked-over bliss as White's throat muscles worked furiously to swallow every ounce of his thick, milky load. "C'mere you horny sunnufabitch," Brian sighed as he grabbed Mike by the scruff of his neck, and brought his lips to meet his own in a round of horny man-to-man cum-swapping while simultaneously merging onto the highway. "You taste so fucking good, Coach," White was able to get out in between rounds of wet tongue-to-tongue frenching. "I could live on that shit." Not even ten minutes later, Mike was getting his wish. By now, the two had shed their clothes and their tan, athletic bodies were glowing in the golden light through the windshield. Beads of sweat rolled down Mike White's bulging pecs, over his washboard abs and down to the root of his erect cock. "That's it, Coach," White had cooed, "give it up for me. Wanna see you do it for me. Wanna eat that cum again... Fuck is it sweet, Coach." White's bulging biceps worked eagerly on Pierson's unbelievably huge meat. The flared cockhead stood so tall that it was almost parallel with the top of the truck's steering wheel. Mike was alternately rubbing the unimaginable amounts of precum jetting from Brian's quarter-sized piss slit onto his throbbing shaft and hawking spit into his closed fist, combining this heady mixture to really work up his Coach's cock into a frenzy. "Yeah baby, you want some more of my cock sauce? You wanna be the nasty jock slut you are and eat another big fucker load from your big fucker coach's fucking cock? Huh White? Huh slut boy??... I'm gonna have you taking GALLONS of grade-A jock jizz from all my top athletes this weekend. Is that what you want??" By now White was hornier than ever for a taste of his new Coach's jizz. He was fisting his Coach's slickened cock at a furious pace, beating the dick all the way up and down the immense tube of dickflesh. As Brian's breathing grew even more frenetic, Mike got an idea. He spat onto his middle & index finger, and, as he frigged his coach's weapon faster and faster, he jammed his wet fingers up his coach's tight assring. Finding Brian's bloated prostate immediately, he rubbed it with his fingers at the same speed he jacked the mammoth cock just inches from his face. Mike spat a final time on his Coach's cock and jerked it even faster, adding to the already-obscene wet noises echoing in the truck's cabin. That was it for Brian. The entire lower half of his muscle-bound abdomen exploded in a frenzy of electricity. Mike felt Brian's asspucker clench on his fingers so tight he thought they'd break off. He knew this was it. He opened his eager, hungry mouth in anticipation. The colossal dick's piss slit dilated, and the first, thick rope of cum hurled out and straight into White's open mouth. As Brian struggled to control the truck, he felt his nuts slowly emptying their massive pent-up load, straight into the mouth of the angel-faced jockboy worshipping his body just below his hulking chest. Mike's mouth was immediately filled with searing-hot cum after just the first shot. He quickly gulped the creamy sperm down his throat, but wasn't quick enough for the second arc of cum, which coated half his face. "Fuck YEAH, SWALLOW it fucker, swallow your Coach's jizz," Brian croaked through fits of fucklust. By now the jizz spewing from Coach Pierson's giant weapon was an almost continuous, piss-like stream, but still as thick and rich as the very first shot. Mike's face, hair, and chest were now dripping with sperm, as he continued to siphon out mouthfuls of the cream down into his throat. Mike knew that his cock needed relief, and NOW. Getting an idea, he quickly maneuvered his athletic body over the naked form of his coach's in the driver's side. Grabbing the still-shooting prick at the base, he directed several shots of fresh cum at his aching, hungry athlete hole. Still holding the 12-inch monster in hand, Mike used his other hand to spread his huge, muscular jock ass, and plunge his sperm-slick hole down the entire length of Brian's fat rod. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK" both men yelled in unison. Immediately, Coach Pierson maneuvered the truck onto the side of the interstate. Mike quickly picked up a furious fuck pace on Pierson's prick, still shooting its last cumshots up White's ass. The truck cabin reeked of fresh sperm, sweat, assjuices, and ravaged jock bodies. The sounds echoing against the steamed windows, too, were just as lewd: 12 inches of cock slamming home in a wet, sloshy ass, brutal grunting, a rusty spring in the seat squeaking loudly, and animalistc slurping noises, as Mike hawked copious amounts of jizz from the back of his throat and snowballed it back and forth on his tongue with this God of a fuck partner. Mike felt like his hole was at the center of the universe, getting ravaged by the biggest prick he'd taken in his life. He bucked his horny jocktail faster and faster up and down the length of Brian's 12-inch beauty, determined to make himself shoot just from the feeling of this dick spearing his cum-soaked bowels. By now, White's prickhead was leaking fuck-ooze nonstop on Brian's chest just between the nipples crowning his ultra-buffed pecs. Brian couldn't believe he had such an amazing stud riding his prick for all his might. He grabbed the huge mounds of buttmuscle as they milked his cock at a furious pace. He looked up at White as he gyrated his hips on his prick and pinched one his erect nipples, coming down time and time again for heated tongue-to-tongue frenching. Pierson hooked his arms around the football hunk's lats and banged his prick up into the cum-slick tail hole again and again. "Yeah baby, you want it. NEED this cock up your hole all the time," Brian growled into Mike's ear. "Ungh, ungh... yeah Coach... fuck yeah.... harder.... oh maaannn... feels so good." Just as Brian felt another load coming on, White let go with his first shot. "Oh FUCK yeah, Coach. FUCK THE CUM OUTTA ME! Keep fucking my hole!" With his rough hands planted firmly on the Coach's shoulders to steady himself against the ravaging fuck, the athletic jock's prick erupted in a fury of creamy white spunk. Unaided and shooting on its own accord, the high schooler's cock continued shooting arc after arc of creamy loads of sperm across the Coach's shoulder, neck, and face, at the same rate that White's ass pummelled up and down the huge footlong manfucker turning his bowels inside out. "Yeah, sperm me, fucker, drown me in it stud!" Coach boomed. "Keep dicking that hole, Coach, Jesus, fuck yeah, breed me fucker," White moaned deep. "Yeah, gonna give you some more up that slut hole, White. Fuckin' jock slut for my dick and cum up that ass 24-7!" With that, Brian again erupted into the tight, clenching asswalls of his new star recruit's torrid chute, volleying shot after shot of thick cum into the spasming, slick jock cunt. White could feel the violent eruptions of spunk shooting up his hole like a river of sperm flooding his bowels. He was moaning uncontrollably now. As the last of his seed dribbled out his piss slit, he could feel the overflowing cum spurting out of his hole and hear it sploshing onto the leather seats below their writhing athletic bodies. Sucking at each other's cum-drenched faces and coming down from their unearthly orgasms, Brian and Mike felt a new connection like never before... ****************************** But that was just about an hour ago, and Coach Brian Pierson's giant club needed relief again. Stepping harder on the gas, he sped down the interstate toward the next rest area. By now the scenery was nothing but vast, sprawling farmland, and none but a few cars were out on the road today. Exiting onto the offramp toward the rest area, Brian quickly reached behind himself to the floor by the rear seat and retrieved a blanket, and gently laid it across the sleeping form of the naked high school hunk he'd screwed not one hour ago. As he maneuvered the truck into the rest area parking lot, he noted very few vehicles parked there this afternoon, just one 18-wheeler and two pickups, much like his own. Looking around the interior and not finding his pants, he figured they were scrunched up under one of the seats. Sheer horniness won over attempting to find the lost khakis, so Brian grabbed the pair of red Umbro shorts laying on the passenger seat that Mike had been wearing (briefly) earlier in the drive. Hulking the tight shorts over his treetrunk-thick quads and over his huge glute mounds, he threw on the white tank top he'd been wearing earlier, and got out of the truck. Making sure he'd locked the doors, Brian began making his way toward the small rest stop bathroom. If anyone would have been outside the building housing the restrooms, they would have stopped in their tracks at the sight of Coach Brian Pierson. His entire massively-built body was covered in a light dusting of dark blonde hair, matching that on his head. The half-hard bat contained in the Umbros made an obscene bulge, and he was so charged up to get another load off that his dick had already created a huge spot of prejizz, accentuating every vein and curve of the fat club contained within. Add to that a tank top that clung to the muscles in his chest & abs, not to mention that the extremely short Umbros were riding deep into the crevice between his ass mounds, and you had a body that any man, dead or alive, would be proud to show off. Entering the raunchy-smelling men's room, Brian took a quick glance around, hoping to find someone there hungry to take some prime prickmeat. "Fuck, no one here," he sighed quietly. Stepping up to the trough-style urinal, he let the Umbros fall to his knees, exposing his naked ass to anyone who might have wandered in. Even Brian marveled at the sheer size of his cock as its rubbery girth plopped out from the Umbros. Only half-hard and it reached down nearly two-thirds the length of his thighs, and already beercan-thick. Hefting his piece as a torrent of piss began shooting out the slit into the urinal, his dick began to rise with the new sensation. As it continued to grow, his piss stream began going higher, and he knew he needed to step back or else hit the wall. He sighed deeply as he felt his bladder let go a huge pissload. A minute into the urination and Brian was pissing with a full-fledged hard-on, naked from the waist down save for the Umbros bunched at his knees, and standing three feet away from the trough so as not to hit the wall. The golden liquid continued shooting in a thick stream from his overly-large piss slit, just as someone stepped up next to Brian. He took a quick glance to his right and took in the sight of this guy. Older, late 40's he'd guess, with a slightly receding hairline of thick, jet black hair. He had a very closely cropped beard & moustache of the same beautiful dark hair. But the fucker was stacked. Anyone could tell, even under the thick flannel shirt and beat-up looking leather pants. Brian imagined he was a trucker who'd done plenty of hard time, building his body to the limit whenever he wasn't on a haul or in the big house. "Hey," was all the trucker said, gruffly, as he pulled up next to Brian at the urinal. Brian was too charged to say much back, only emitting a stifled grunt through his throat. As the trucker was fishing out his own prick from the confines of his pants, he took in the sight of Brian taking his own piss. He licked his lips, seeing the 12-inch fucker hard as a rock and jetting out a big load of brew into the trough three feet ahead. The trucker took a look down at his own bulky crank in hand as it began its yellow stream. The two men stared deep into each other's eyes as the loud sounds of piss hitting the ceramic echoed off the tiles in the restroom. The trucker licked his lips vulgarly and grabbed hold of Brian's dick as it continued releasing its huge pissload. Without a word, both men met in a brazen lip lock, as the trucker directed the two simultaneous streams into the trough below. As their piss subsided, the last dribulets of Brian's load ran down the trucker's calloused, rough fingers. Still sucking face, the trucker let go of Pierson's huge ramrod and stuck his piss-laden finger between their quarreling tongues. Brian moaned from deep within his gut, tasting his own juice, and getting hornier than he could remember. He couldn't imagine a more wicked, sexually vile act, or a place to act it out. Just then, they both heard a loud tapping sound. Brian looked over his left shoulder, seeing a pair of workboots under the first stall next to the urinals, obviously the source of the tapping. Then, looking up, he saw a decent-sized hole drilled into the graffiti-laden partition, and flicking out from the center, a tongue drooling to be fed. It might as well have been the tightest cherry on any man he'd ever fucked, Brian was so horny to get his rocks off and into the nearest available hole. As he struggled to get his swelled organ through the gloryhole, the trucker was at his backside. Having opened his shirt, the rough furs of his chest grinded against Brian's sinewy back, driving him mad with lust. "Yeah you fuck," the trucker was growling into Brian's ear as he swathed his muscular neck with spit. "You gonna get your nut in that cocksucker hole?" "Fuck YEAH," Brian breathed, horny as a motherfuck to get his load off. By now his mammoth penis was being devoured by the eager restroom cocksucker. The fuck really knew how to take dick like a man, wrapping his tight, wet throat tunnel around Brian's cock time and time again. "Fuck, this baby's JUST my size," the anonymous throat suck was able to get out in between lunges on Brian's cockmeat. Brian could hear the man beating his dick for all it was worth as he pummeled his bloated lips up and down the prickflesh protruding from his rest stop gloryhole. By now the trucker was going at it between Brian's amazing muscle ass. Slurping and grunting and just all-around getting off on Brian's hole, the bristles of his beard were driving Brian crazy with fucklust. His crotch was on fire as he lunged his prick through the hole and into the hot fuck channel of the sucker's mouth, and then thrust back onto the tongue invading his wet assring. Brian almost lost it into the cocksucker's mouth cunt when the trucker entered his meat up the steamy confines of his rarely-fucked ass. The fucker was almost as hung as he was, but the crown of his cock was so fat that it made an audible plop as it entered Brian's butch coach hole. "Fuck yeeeeeeeeah. Jeeeezus. Yeah. Slam-fuck that ass! Make me feel it in the morning, you fuck!" Brian screamed over his shoulder. As Brian's cock was getting milked and his ass getting slammed, neither he nor the trucker noticed the Highway Patrolman entering the men's room for an on-duty piss stop. "What the FUCK is THIS," the patrolman screamed, tearing his silver-rimmed aviators from his face. Everyone stopped immediately, Brian with his cock planted deep into the gloryhole, the trucker with his nestled into the hot crevice of Brian's mammoth glutes. After what seemed like an eternity of silence, the patrolman continued, "Well... whatever THIS is... it's fucking HOT," simultaneously unzipping his tan uniform pants. He must have been a new recruit, Brian thought through his fucked-over daze, barely 25, and had obviously been a linebacker or something during high school. He was built like a brick shithouse, Brian thought, chuckling to himself at the irony in that thought. His biceps were barely encased in the tight- fitting uniform shirt, and his neck tapered up at an extreme angle from his collar, ending in the beginnings of a honey blonde buzzcut underneath his trooper hat. "Fuck YEAH, cop," the trucker cheered, continuing his assault on Brian's distended cock-milker. As Brian continued banging his tail back onto the bludgeon invading his ass, and forward into the silky throat of his gloryhole cocksucker, the patrolman hefted his thick babymaker in his right palm, getting off on the sight of these fags fucking like a pack of dogs right there in the middle of a public john. "You fuckers need to cool off," the patrolman barked. With that he let loose a torrential spray of piss, shooting several feet into the air and landing on the already sweat-soaked bodies of Brian and his trucker fucker. The two moaned incoherently, lost in the depraved nature of such a hot fuck scene. Brian could feel the trucker's cock soaking up the scalding-hot piss, then pushing it up into his steamy butthole, adding to the heady mix of assjuice and precum lubing his chute. He was on the brink, and his nut was quickly escalating as he got reamed from both ends. As the cop finished his piss on the two bodies fucking like jackhammers, he decided he needed some tail of his own. He pounded open the cocksucker's stall door, intent on owning whatever piece of ass he found in there till he got his load off. What Brian heard next almost sent him off in an instant. "DAD!!??" the trooper yelled. Immediately, Brian's prick was free of the cocksucker's wet throat and suspended a foot into the air of the stall. "BILLY?!!" the cocksucker was able to yell out, through a gargle of saliva. "DAD... what the-....... what the fuck are you doing?" the officer said, quieter. A long silence... only interrupted by the groans coming from the trucker, incredulous of the drama unfolding. "I dunno, son... But if that cock's gonna stay that hard forever, we're gonna have to do something about it." Brian could almost SEE the wicked smile growing across Officer Billy's face. ".....hmm.... I DEFINITELY like your style, Dad!" With that, Brian heard Officer Billy's belt buckle rattling and hitting the floor as he sat down onto the toilet, and the definite sound of Billy hawking a wad of spit to smear on his prickhead. "Have a SEAT.... DAD!" Billy crowed, pulling his own father by the waist and onto the waiting length of his rod. "Unnnnnnnghhhhhh. FUCK, Billy! FUCK meeeee! Where'd you get a DICK that big, son?" "Definitely Mom's side," Billy managed through bouts of lust emitting from his throat. "Uncle Joe's dick must be twice my size, and we've been dicking each other since I was in the seventh grade!" "Fuuuck, Billy, oh man, FUCK your dad, son, fuck him like the big man you are now," the cocksucker managed. "Just ride it, and SUCK!" Billy commanded, and with that, forced his father's mouth back onto Brian's aching rod, by now, in need of more servicing. Brian was in the throes of sexual extacy, feeling the massive, fur-covered chest muscles of the trucker grinding into his back as he got force-fed a good 10 inches of prickmeat. And simultaneously his baseball bat-sized dick was getting expertly blown by a man riding his OWN SON's engorged penis. "Fuck yeah Dad, RIDE my dick... Milk it with your ass muscles. Aww fuck yeah! My dad's the fuckin' town whore, sucking off dick and taking it up the ass in a public toilet!! Mmmm fuuuuuck.... I'm close, Dad... Gonna breed your ass with my cum, just the way you bred me!!!" With that, Billy erupted up his own father's slutty ass, yelling at the top of his lungs as he spewed his nut in his dad's sloppy cunt hole. "Mmmmm fuck yeah, shoot it in me son," Billy's dad moaned as his son completed his orgasm. "Fuck, fuck, gotta taste some of it son, need to taste some of my own son's sperm!" As Brian continued getting athletically pummeled by the musclehorse plugging his butthole, he heard the slick plop of Billy's dad getting off his son's cock. Then, the obscene sound of him squirting his son's seed onto his hand, then ravenously swallowing palmfuls of son-cum into his slutty cocksucker mouth. Brian was on the verge, and the nasty sounds were only getting him closer. "C'mere, dad, lemme taste it, and get that cock off like the slut you are," Billy breathed in fucked-out lust. Billy and his dad traded Billy's sperm back and forth, mouth-to-mouth, while at the same time tonguing Brian's ultra-sensitive cockhead between their mouths. Behind him, the trucker's sweaty body slapped against Brian's back, going for his nut up Brian's hungry bowels. "Fuck, boy, here it comes... Gonna hose off that butch-boy butt of yours!" the trucker screamed. Searing hot cum flooded Brian's bowels as his dick was treated to a cum- slickened double suck through the gloryhole. Brian felt as spurt after spurt of the trucker's pent-up spunk erupted against his tight asswalls, filling his butt chute to the brink, until the overflow splattered down onto the restroom floor. That was it for Brian. As Billy and his dad traded face-sucks, Brian's gigantic club between their engorged lips, the mammoth organ finally blew its spermload. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Brian screamed. Hot sperm flew everywhere within the confines of the stall, against the walls, onto the floor, the toilet seat, and especially coating Billy's face and his father's. They moaned in unison as Brian's cock continued to erupt volley after volley of thick, milk-white cumropes onto their tongues. As Brian's nut subsided, he could still hear Billy and his dad sucking face together, like voracious new-found lovers, and he could feel the trucker hungrily felching the load out of Brian's ass he deposited there. Minutes later, Brian was hiking the Umbros back up over his dick & ass, and exiting the restroom. Looking behind him, he saw Billy's dad sucking at his son's round, golden-haired bubble butt. Obviously, Brian thought, THOSE two need to make up for some lost time! Brian got into the truck, feeling the fresh sperm still leaking down his thighs and soaking the Umbros. Looking behind him, he saw Mike still asleep, in the same position he'd left him. No fuck would ever be as hot as with Mike, Brian thought as he put the truck in gear. "And no *man* would ever be as hot either," he said to himself.