Date: Sat, 18 Dec 2010 15:13:44 -0800 (PST) From: Friedrich Craig Subject: COACH.ED part 15 Everything that occurs in this series of stories happens in a world where there is no need for Safe Sex because there are no STD's. In the FANTASY world I have created in this series there also are no legal or emotional consequences of forced sex with minors by adults, older teens and family members. If you can not separate FANTASY from reality, are offended by the subjects of Gay incest and forced sex with boys or this material is illegal where you live; DO NOT READ this story. If you are enjoying this series and/or have comments or suggestions, please contact me at FitchBoy@att.net COACH.ED Part 15 A week before classes were to begin Dad, Coach and I took a road trip to college. It was a six hour drive. The three of us packed into the cab of our pick-up was tight for such a long drive, but Dad didn't like stopping, so we drove straight through except for one stop at a rest area to piss. We got there two days before I could check in to the dorm and three days before I was supposed to meet up with my new Coach. We planned to get a room for a couple of nights, kick back and have some fun. We had a room reserved in the same place Coach and I had stayed when we were there for a visit so we had no problem finding it. We got to the room and I decided I needed a shower. Dad said he was going to go get some supplies (beer); Coach said he needed to make some calls. It had been a long drive and I felt sweaty and cramped up so I too a long hot shower. I was thinking about my send off at the swimming hole the whole time and my prick got hard. I thought about jerking off, but figured I'd save it for later. I wasn't spending two nights in a room with my Daddy and Coach to sit around and watch TV or go sight seeing. I turned off the shower, grabbed a towel and started drying myself off. The towels weren't very big and the one I was using was too damp to be of any use before I finished so I threw it over the towel bar and grabbed another one dry my hair. I stepped out of the bathroom rubbing my hair with the towel expecting to see Coach sprawled out on the bed watching TV. I was surprised to see him sitting talking to my new Coach, Coach Wilson. When I saw the two of them turn to look at me I dropped my right hand down and held the towel in front of my half hard prick. Coach Wilson laughed and told me not to be shy. I told him I was just startled to see him in the room because I didn't expect to see him for a couple of days. Coach Wilson said that after the good time He had with Coach and Me last spring, he didn't want to wait until orientation started. Coach Wilson walked toward me and welcomed me to town, extending his hand toward me. I threw the towel over my shoulder and shook his hand. Coach Wilson shook then let go of my hand, reached down and grabbed my prick. I was still half hard because of all the day dreaming I had been doing in the shower. Coach Wilson's hand was getting me back to full hard real quick. Coach said it looked like I remembered what a good time he and I had with Coach Wilson and was ready for some more. Coach moved around behind me and started to work a finger into my hole while Coach Wilson kept pulling on my prick. Dad came into the room about then with a Styrofoam cooler and a case of beer. Before he looked up he started to tell me to take the cooler and go fill it with ice. When he saw what was going on he said it looked like he was going to have to do it himself. As he left the room carrying the cooler he told us to carry on. By the time Daddy came back with the ice, my two Coaches had stripped down and had me on my back on one of the beds. My head was hanging off the foot of the bed and Coach Wilson had his prick fucking in and out of my throat while he was doing a great job of deep throating my meat. Coach was on his knees on the bed, one of my ankles in each hand pushing my legs back and apart while he sank his prick into my hole. Coach Wilson's balls blocked most of my view of the room, but I did see Daddy's boots when he came into the room and I heard Coach tell Dad that Coach Wilson had a tight hole that would love a good fuck about then. I watched as Daddy took a few seconds to put some beer in the cooler. Then I saw Daddy's boots step up between Coach Wilson's feet. I heard Daddy's zipper go down, his belt unbuckle and the snap on his jeans pop open. Daddy spat a couple times and then I felt Coach Wilson Moan around my prick; I knew Coach Wilson had my Daddy's prick sliding into him. When Daddy started fucking Coach Wilson the prick in my face started fucking harder, faster and deeper into my throat. Coach Wilson and I were both getting full service: a mouth on our prick, a prick in our mouth and a prick in our hole. I'm not sure who came first, I tasted the first spurt of Coach Wilson's scum at just about the same time if felt the first spurt out of my own prick. It wasn't long after we started force feeding each other that the pricks in our holes let loose and bred us both. When we were all through shooting Coach was the first to pull his prick out. Coach Wilson lifted his face off of my prick, got his knees on the bed and crawled forward to take Coach's prick down his throat and suck it clean. Once my mouth was free My Daddy stepped forward and bent his knees a little to feed me his prick. After I had sucked his prick clean Daddy stepped back, took his boots off and stripped out of the rest of his clothes while the rest of us got comfortable on the bed. When he had his clothes off Daddy went to the cooler, pulled out four bottles and popped them open (remember when motel rooms all had a bottle opener mounted on one of the door frames?). Daddy handed a bottle to each of us and apologized that they weren't very cold yet. Coach Wilson said that after that workout he didn't care, he just needed something wet. I told Daddy that I wouldn't complain about the first beer he'd ever given me. Daddy said I was a college man now and entitled to have a beer, then he added, "And don't try to tell me you weren't aware that the drinking age in this state is 18. I figure that going to school so far away to cross that particular state line was one of the deciding factors in choosing a college." Dad turned to Coach Wilson and said, "Don't get me wrong, this is a fine school and you have a good basketball program, but the boy is just like any other 18 year old and partying is important at that age." Coach Wilson said that he knew they didn't have a great basketball program; none of the sports were high priority at the school. He said that's why a group of local alumni had gotten together and started raising money for athletic scholarships. Coach Wilson and the Alumni were hoping Athletes like me and a few others would give a jump start to the sports programs. Coach Wilson told my Daddy, "I'm sure your boy will be a great asset to the team and help us move up to a better conference. He'll get a damn good education at the same time and I'll personally do my best to make sure his other talents and assets are developed and used to their full potential." I was sitting between my two coaches leaning back on the headboard of the bed we had just fucked on. While Coach was talking he'd put his beer down on the bedside table and reached over whit both hand to grab my Prick and balls when he mentioned my ".other talents and assets.." Coach and Daddy both laughed at that and Coach said, "If there is anything that this boy is better at than basketball, it's the use of those talents and assets." Coach Wilson started to lean down, like he was going to go down on me but Daddy interrupted him. Daddy said before we got things going again we needed to eat. He hadn't wanted to stop on the way so we three had not eaten since breakfast. He told Coach Wilson that we farm folk are used to having our Dinner at noon, and it was getting close to supper time already. Coach and I agreed we could use more to eat than hard prick and cum. None of us really wanted to get dressed and go out right then so Coach Wilson picked up the phone and ordered Pizza and subs. After he hung up the phone Coach Wilson knelt by the side of the bed, leaned forward and went down on my half hard prick. Daddy asked what a pizza delivery guy would think of delivering to four bare ass men in a motel room sucking and fucking. Coach Wilson pulled up off my prick and told Daddy it would be OK because he knew the Delivery guy real well. Coach got up off the bed and walked around to the other side. He stood behind Coach Wilson, spat on his prick and sank into Coach Wilson's hole. Coach Wilson moaned around my prick again than lifted his head up to look at my Daddy sitting on the other bed just long enough to say, " You going to sit this one out or get your hairy ass over here and dive in?" Daddy chugged the rest of his bottle of beer, went to get another one and opened it. Then he stepped up on the bed stood in front of me with one foot on either side of my hips , bent his knees and pressed the head of his prick up to my mouth. I swallowed Daddy's prick, sucked it all the way down into my throat, then pulled back to nurse on just the head for a while. I looked up to see my Daddy looking down at me; he winked at me then tilted his head back to take a swig of his beer. Coach Wilson and I were both taking our time, really enjoying the pricks we were sucking; neither of us was in any particular hurry to finish them off. Coach, on the other hand, was fucking Coach Wilson's hole like he was in a race to breed it. I looked over at him and saw that he was staring at my Daddy's prick sliding in and out of my face. The only times he took his eyes off of us was when he took swigs of his beer. When Coach emptied his first beer he set it down on the table, pulled out of Coach Wilson's hole and ran to get another. In a flash he was back in place fucking away and watching me suck my Daddy's prick. There was a knock on the door and I heard some one yell, "The food's here!" Coach kept fucking, turned his head toward the door and yelled, "Hang on, be there in a minute." Coach started ramming Coach Wilson's hole even harder for about 30 seconds then buried in balls deep and pumped a load inside. When he was through Coach stepped back and headed for the door with his hard, dripping, prick leading the way. Coach opened the door and I saw a man with three boys holding pizza boxes, bags of food and bottles of soda. The youngest boy was standing in front holding a bag. He looked towards the bed and stared but didn't move. The man standing behind him holding pizza boxes said, "Move it son, get in there so the man can close the door." Once everybody was in the room and had put everything down, the little guy walked over to Coach and sucked his prick into his mouth. The other three who had just come in started stripping down. While they were getting comfortable Coach Wilson and I picked up our efforts. By the time they had their clothes off Daddy had fed me his load and I had sprayed my scum in Coach Wilson's mouth. Coach Wilson swallowed my scum and sucked the last few drops from my Prick then got up and welcomed the delivery crew. Once I'd sucked Daddy's prick clean He climbed down off of the bed and Coach Wilson made introductions. The man's name was Wade and the three boys were his sons: 13yo Paul, 10yo Phil and 7yo Pete. Pete had finished sucking Coach's prick clean and was now getting naked like the rest of us. Coach Wilson explained that Wade was one of the alumni who had spearheaded the fundraising for athletic scholarships. Coach Wilson said that Wade had the final say on scholarships and had been anxious to meet me after hearing about my visit to campus in the spring. Wade said, "Wilson made you sound like the greatest thing since sliced bread." Giving me a wink he added, "I hear you're a pretty good basketball player, too". While Coach Wilson was making introductions Dad and Coach were getting sandwiches and pizza out. We all chowed down and had our fill. I was feeling the beer, I wasn't all that used to it. I noticed that Coach was downing them faster than anyone else, more than I'd ever seen him drink before. When we started running low, Coach volunteered for a beer run. Daddy said he thought it was better that he go, after all we came in Daddy's truck. Daddy got dressed and left to get more beer. Wade commented that there wasn't a soft cock in the room and suggested we should do something about that. I was sitting on a corner of the bed, sipping on my third beer. Coach Wilson took the bottle out of my hand and pushed me down on my back. He turned around, put his feet on the outside of my feet on the floor and sat back towards my Prick. Wade stepped up and took hold of my prick, pointing it towards Coach Wilson's hole. Coach Wilson's hole slipped down over my prick until it bottomed out. Coach Wilson sat still for a while, clenching his hole around my prick then loosening up several times. Wade told Pete to suck the coach's cock and Pete stepped up between our legs. I couldn't see Pete going down on The Coach's prick, but I saw The Coach put his hands in front of himself and it looked as though they were riding up and down on top of Pete's head while Pete's head bobbed up and down on The Coach's prick. It wasn't very long before Coach and Wade had Paul and Phil on their hands and knees on the second bed fucking them from behind so all four of them could watch us. Coach was fucking Paul at first, while Wade was fucking Phil; then they switched places; then they switched back. I think they were trying to hold off as long as possible by pulling out to switch places whenever one of them got too close. Daddy came in with more beer and joked about, "The things that happen when I leave the room." Coach Wilson laughed and then told Daddy to get his clothes off. When Daddy was bare ass again Wade told Pete to go suck on Daddy's cock and to get it real wet. While Pete went over to my Daddy and started sucking on his prick, Coach Wilson started turning around. It wasn't easy, but Coach Wilson managed to turn all the way around without getting up off of my prick. Once Coach Wilson was turned around to face me he scooted us both down so that my ass was halfway off the bed. Coach Wilson leaned forward, smashing his prick between our bellies, and told My Daddy to slide in on top of my prick. Daddy couldn't believe the coach wanted both of our pricks in his hole at the same time. Wade told Daddy that The Coach loved to get double fucked and Coach told him that he and I had our pricks in there together more than once when we were here in the spring. Daddy didn't seem convinced, but he pulled Pete off of his prick and stepped up between my legs. I felt the tip of Daddy's prick pushing into The Coach's hole on top of mine. It was slow going and The Coach made some odd grunts and groans, but Daddy pushed his prick all the way in. The Coach asked Daddy to hold still. I could feel The Coach's hole squeezing tighter on our pricks, then relaxing. Each time The Coach did that he relaxed his hole around us just a little bit more. After a couple of minutes The Coach told Daddy to start fucking. Daddy started pumping in at out at a slow pace and The Coach looked down at me and smiled. He told me he couldn't really move much, but that I should try to bounce my ass up and down a bit. It was hard to coordinate with Daddy's fucking, but we got in sync and started to really go to town in The Coach's hole. It was incredibly tight and the feel of My Daddy's prick sliding in and out on top of mine was great. Coach and Wade both whistled at us and told us it was something to see. I looked over at them and saw that they had switched holes again and that Pete was on the bed with them, under Paul, sucking on his prick. Coach and Wade switched and Pete moved over to suck Phil's prick. I was watching the scene on the other bed and enjoying the feel of my prick in Coach Wilson's hole along with My Daddy's prick when Coach Wilson threw his head back and groaned just as I felt the heat of his scum shooting between our bellies. Daddy started fucking faster and while The Coach was still shooting I felt my Daddy's prick start to pump his scum. I let loose a second later and The Coach's hole was flooded. Daddy leaned forward and lay on Coach Wilson's back for a minute. I could feel the scum oozing out of Coach Wilson's hole around Daddy's and my pricks. It was sliding down over my balls. Daddy stood up and backed away, walked over to the other bed and fed his prick to Paul who eagerly started sucking and licking at it. Pete climbed out from underneath his brothers and came over to start licking the scum off my balls and sucking up what was now running out of Coach Wilson's hole around my prick. Coach Wilson told me to stick my tongue out then scooted up bringing his prick towards my waiting tongue. As he moved forward and pulled his hole off of my prick the scum in Coach Wilson's hole ran out, coating my prick and belly. Pete moved up from my balls and continued lapping up scum. Coach Wilson ran the underside of his scummy prick over my tongue from tip to balls then got up off the bed and stood next to my Daddy to feed his prick to Phil. I heard Wade and Coach breed whichever hole each was fucking at the end while Pete continued licking and sucking up the scum all over my prick and belly. Pete worked his way up to my face then put his mouth over mine and shared the last mouthful of scum he'd sucked up with me in a long kiss. I felt movement on the bed and when Pete pulled away from my face I saw that Coach and Wade were kneeling next to my head on either side. Their hard slimy pricks were dangling above my face and I watched as Pete sucked them both clean. When all the clean up was through, Wade and his boys started to get dressed while the rest of us had another beer. Coach Wilson told me that Wade would be my Alumni Sponsor and that I would be officially introduced to him at orientation in a couple of days. Wade said that among other things he would be able to give me a part time job if I needed one for spending/pocket money and that his home would be available as an off-campus get away whenever I needed one. Wade and his boys left and the rest off us turned on the TV, got comfortable on the two beds and watched TV for a while. We munched on the last of the pizza and sandwiches and drank more beer. Coach was downing beers about twice as fast as the rest of us and Daddy commented that he'd never known Coach to be much of a drinker and he was a bit surprised. Coach just looked at Daddy and shrugged saying, "You may not know me as well as you think you do." Daddy kind of ignored Coach and a few minutes later announced he needed a shower and went into the bathroom. I heard the shower running and was watching TV when I heard Coach Wilson let out a long moan. I looked over at the other bed and saw that Coach Wilson was sitting on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. Coach Wilson was on the side of the bed closest to me and Coach was standing between the beds, bent over sucking Coach Wilson's prick. I watched for a while. When Coach Wilson saw I was watching, he reached out to Coach's butt and started playing with his hole. I continued to watch until Coach Wilson told me to join them; He told me to stand next to Coach. When I got up and stood next to Coach, Coach Wilson leaned forward and sucked my prick into his mouth. Once Coach Wilson had my prick wet with spit he pulled off and told me to take a ride in Coach's hole. I stepped up behind Coach, spit on his hole and pushed in. After that time in the weight room a couple of years ago, I hadn't fucked Coach again until last spring when the two of us spent the night with Coach Wilson. Every time I slid into his hole I was reminded of how rare it was for his hole to take prick. Coach was twice my age, but his hole was as tight as any little pussy boy's cherry hole I'd ever fucked. Once I'd plugged in and started fucking hard Coach went crazy on Coach Wilson's prick and started working my prick with his hole. It wasn't long before I was dumping my scum in Coach's hole. Before I was through, Coach pushed back so hard with his weight that I fell back on the bed behind me. Coach wasted no time turning around to dive down on my prick to catch the last spurt of scum. Coach sucked the last few drops out and then continued to bob up and down. Coach Wilson got up off the other bed, stepped up behind Coach and sank in on my load. I was watching Coach Wilson's prick disappear into Coach's hole when I heard him say, "You've just watched your boy breed this hole, and I'll be adding my load right behind him. What this man really wants, though, is for you to use his hole and breed him." Coach lifted his head up off my prick and looked straight at my Daddy standing behind me in the bathroom door. I scooted out of the way and sat at the head of the bed while Daddy crawled on the bed to kneel in front of Coach. I watched as Coach swallowed Daddy's prick and buried his nose in Daddy's bush, looking up into Daddy's eyes the whole time. Coach Wilson was watching the show in front of him while pounding away at Coach's hole. After a few minutes he buried his prick as deep as it would go and stopped fucking. Coach Wilson leaned forward and said into Coach's ear, "Use that hole buddy, suck my load out with it." Coach Wilson then looked up at my Daddy and said, "You're, gonna love this hole man. It's one of the tightest and most talented holes I've ever bred." Coach Wilson pulled his prick from Coach's hole and I watched while he and Daddy traded places. Coach tried to suck the prick in front of his face down right away but Coach Wilson grabbed his head and told him to hold off for a bit. Coach Wilson said he should concentrate on getting the prick he'd been craving all these years in his hole and enjoy it. While Coach Wilson was still holding Coach's head in his hands Daddy put the head of his prick up to Coach's hole and sank in. Coach closed his eyes and sighed; he kept his eyes closed while Daddy started fucking him. After Daddy got going at a good pace, Coach opened his eyes then opened his mouth. Coach Wilson sank his prick into Coach's mouth and started fucking, matching my Daddy Stroke for stroke. Coach was moaning and groaning around the prick fucking his face and wiggling his butt side to side. After a while the sounds coming from his throat started to get higher he started bucking between the two men fucking him. I heard Daddy start to grunt and I looked down to see Coach's prick shooting scum all over the bed beneath him. Coach Wilson pulled out and sprayed his scum all over Coaches open mouth. Coach stuck out his tongue to catch as much as he could and lick up what hit his lips and chin. When Coach Wilson was through shooting he put the head of his prick on Coach's tongue. Coach closed his mouth around it and sucked out the last few drops then did the same thing to Daddy he'd done to me; Coach pushed back, knocking my Daddy down on the other bed. Coach spun around and sucked my Daddy's prick into his throat. I couldn't see Coach's face, but I'm pretty sure he was looking up into my Daddy's face while he sucked his prick clean. <<<<<<<>>>>>>> After that round, we all kicked back and finished the beer. Coach kept up his pace and drank three of the last six bottles, while Daddy, Coach Wilson and I each nursed one. Daddy was leaned back in the one Chair in the room watching TV and sucking on his beer when Coach finished his last. Coach tossed the bottle aside, crawled over to my Daddy and sucked Daddy's soft prick into his mouth. Coach Wilson and I were each sitting on one of the beds watching TV, but we shifted our attention to Daddy and Coach. I was watching Coach sucking on Daddy's prick and my prick started to get hard again. It wasn't long before I saw Coach Wilson get behind Coach and push his prick into coach's hole. I could see as Coach Wilson's prick slid in and out of Coach's hole that it was already slick with the scum the three of us had pumped in there earlier. It had been a long day, we'd all shot a few loads and we'd been drinking so this was a long slow fuck. I was slowly pulling on my prick when Coach Wilson pumped another load into Coach's hole, stepped away and told me it was my turn as soon as I sucked him clean. After I took care of Coach Wilson I mounted Coach and sank into his hole. Daddy told me to take my time and enjoy. He said that he was pretty sure Coach wanted him to breed that hole again, but that Coach could keep him hard and on the edge without getting him off as long as need be. Coach's hole was as tight as ever, and now it was full of four loads of scum. I really enjoyed pounding into that hole and wanted to make it last, but the sight of Daddy sprawled out in front of me with Coach's head bobbing up and down on his prick was so hot I bred Coach's hole long before I wanted it to end. Once again, before I was through shooting, Coach pushed me back, turned around and sucked my prick down his throat. Daddy took hold of his prick and told me to push Coach down on it. I stepped forward, leaned over, put my hands on top of Coach's ass and pushed him down. Daddy aimed his prick at Coach's dripping hole and when the tip pushed up against it, Coach sat down and impaled himself. Coach kept sucking my prick, reached around me and grabbed the backs of my legs. Holding on to me Coach started to ride up and down on Daddy's prick while Daddy started to arch his back and push up into Coach's hole. Daddy looked up at me and told me I had that look on my face that told him I was going to cum again right away. I couldn't answer him because he was right. I was shaking and jerking and shooting. I heard Daddy say, "That's it boy, feed him your load while I breed his hole." I heard Coach Wilson behind me say, "Fill him up men, give him what he craves." I kept cumming in Coach's mouth until I couldn't stand up anymore. I started to fall, but Coach Wilson caught me and helped me to one of the beds. Coach got up off of Daddy's prick, turned around and started to lick and suck scum off of Daddy's prick, balls and belly. Coach got me down on the bed then went over and locked his lips over Coach's hole. After a few minutes, Coach Wilson lay down on his back with his head between coach's feet. Coach lowered his hole down over Coach Wilson's mouth and Coach Wilson feasted on the scum running out of it while Coach continued to nurse on Daddy's prick. <<<<<<<>>>>>>> I dozed off for a while. Daddy woke me up and told me that they were all going for a swim before the motel pool closed for the night. Coach Wilson said I should find a suit and join them. I heard the three of them head out the door and then got up to get some shorts to swim in. I went to my bag and found a pair of Speedo's on top of it with a note from coach. The note said he didn't think Daddy and I even owned swim trunks, so he brought the Speedo's for me. I stepped into them and pulled them up; they barely fit. I looked down to tie up the drawstring and saw that my prick and balls were barely covered. I figured it was dark out and it was no big deal so I headed on down to the pool. The three men were all in the pool so I dove in and swam over to them. We horsed around a while then all climbed out to sit by the pool in the warm night air. Once we were out of the pool I saw that we all had Speedo's on. I also saw that wet Speedo's made big pricks and balls look even bigger. We got comfortable in lounge chairs by the pool, but a few minutes later the desk clerk came out of the office and told us that it was a little bit past Ten o'clock, the time the pool closed and his shift ended. Coach Wilson looked the clerk up and down and said, "It's cool, Billy, we just came down for a quick dip. We're going to need some more towels, do you mind grabbing a stack and bringing it to the room before you head for home?" Billy said that wouldn't be a problem and we headed back to our room while Billy headed back to the office. Back in the room Coach Wilson told us that Billy was a towny commuter who was going to be a sophomore this year. Daddy asked if Billy might be interested in hanging out with us for a while before going home, but before Coach Wilson could answer there was a knock on the door. Coach Wilson opened the door and let Billy in the room. Billy had a huge stack of towels which he took straight into the bathroom. When Billy came out of the bathroom Coach Wilson asked him if he thought he'd brought enough. Billy stepped out of his shoes and started pealing his shirt off while he said, "I didn't want to have to go back for more later, and explain why I was still here."