Date: Thu, 10 Nov 2022 01:59:01 -0500 From: j author Subject: Coach Stevens This story is 100% fictional. Any similarities to people dead or alive is an accident. If you like Nifty, donate to them! They need your money to run. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ---- Coach Stevens was a raging pervert. Let's get that out of the way. Always was, always is, and probably always would be. He just loved sex and getting off, and he needed to. At least twice a day. He was a hulking man, an ex-Marine. Broad shoulders led into thick arms and a barrel chest that strained the fabric of any shirt he wore, and a fit waist and thick legs made it clear he kept in shape. Near bodybuilder shape. And almost all of that was coated in thick hair. He kept his hair short, almost buzzed, and it was rare to see him without an opaque pair of aviators on. He wore all his clothes fitted and tight to his body, showing off his physique and extremely prominent bulge. He was the epitome of a brute, masculine man, and he loved to show off. His typical work outfit was an athletic shirt--a size too small of course--khakis that hugged him like a glove, and a pair of sneakers. He never wore underwear and didn't really own any either. He figured it was more trouble than it was worth. Ever since he was a young teen, Coach Stevens found he simply preferred his sex raw, rough, and constant. He was fucking everybody of every gender from then until now and showed no signs of slowing down. He had a bad habit of just fondling himself when he wasn't thinking--slow hands in circles and gropes on his bulge and nipples. He was just a horndog. He found out pretty quick that many of his players were just the same. The first one was his son, Nick. Coach Stevens had always been a wild boy growing up, and it took his son no time to be the same. After getting caught smoking weed and jerking off with a classmate in the boy's locker room completely buck naked his sophomore year, Coach Stevens figured he'd teach his son how to stay out of trouble when having fun if nothing else. It started with a blowjob (really, more of a skullfuck) to teach the boy his place and a lesson. He had gawked at his Dad's massive beast of a cock the first time his dad slapped him with it, but now he took it naturally. All nine inches. Turns out, his boy had been sneaking out his old pornos and looking through his computer for spank bank material for quite some time and had some specific tastes and a good amount of experience at pleasuring and being pleasured already. Like perv father, like perv son, Coach Stevens had supposed. But what started as casual sex between father and son turned into something a lot more. Nick was just as horny as his dad, so it was only a matter of time before he found any and all teammates who would fuck open a mancunt and became fuckbuddies with them. And once Coach Stevens knew which of his players were horny, insatiable, fuckhungry studs, of course he took advantage of it. How could he not? Bunch of horny, pent up, hormone-stuffed jocks who'd run in the road if he wanted them to? He was in heaven. There were a good number now he fucked around with, frequently with Nick. It was nothing for him to pump a load out in his son around lunch and then to bust in another boy's mouth after rehearsal. In fact, it was daily life for the stud coach. One day, he sent the boys home before practice really began and pulled aside a few to stay in the locker room. His son had happened to mention that some of the guys' girlfriends on the cheer team were out competing for a few days and they were pent up. Coach Stevens planned to fix that. There were three of them, Nick, Andrew, and Tommy. They were all musclebound young jocks, with Nick clearly the biggest of the three. Made his daddy proud. "Alright, boys, my boy here tells me some of y'all haven't been fucking much," Coach Stevens said with a boom and plain tone. One of the jocks, Andrew, snickered and looked down at the ground, shifting his stance. "Yeah he ain't wrong," he said, looking up and grinning at Coach Stevens. Coach nodded. "Mmm, that isn't gonna work." He shook his head. "Y'all are damn near grown men filled with more hormones and jizz then you probably will be for the rest of your life." He looked between the three boys, one being his son. "Unless you're me, that is." He smirked. "You need to get that out." His smirk turned to a grin, looking at the boys realizing. They were stripped within a minute, already laying back, kneeling down, and licking lips. Coach Stevens just stood in front of them with a wide stance, arms folded, and grinning wide. He loved how eager they all were. Nick got throat deep on Andrew's cock, swallowing the good several inches well. He slobbered it up as fast as he could, soaking his teammate's pecker in spit as he gently gagged with each deepthroat hit. Tommy stood to the side stroking his cock. "Tommy, get over here,' Coach Stevens barked, gesturing for the boy. Tommy grinned and practically jogged over, kneeling down in front of the huge man. He knew what to do. Coach Stevens flopped his huge cock and bull nuts free from his pants, his huge thighs spilling out between the unzipped fabric. He kept his pubes present but trimmed. He liked when you could see the full nine inches of fat meat. Tommy dove in at his balls, sucking the loose nuts and sack into his mouth and lapping over them hungrily. Coach Stevens grinned and pressed the jock's head in, rubbing the back of his head as the smaller boy worshipped his huge sack. His cock and balls were half sweaty, and now soaked in spit as Tommy serviced his shaft. Coach Stevens looked over to Nick and Andrew, watching as Nick worked Andrew's cockhead, looking up at Andrew as he did. His lips sealed tight around Andrew's cock as he swallowed it down, fondling his own dick as he did. They went like that for a while, dad getting sucked and son sucking in the locker room. They were all being as loud and rambunctious as they wanted, grunts and moans filling the space. "Fuuuck yeah, Tommy, take it," Coach Stevens said as he pressed the teen's head into his crotch, stuffing his nose against the huge man's skin. He winced and gagged, and Coach Stevens yanked his cock out of Tommy's throat, gripping his hair. Tommy sputtered and caught his breath, drool all over his lips and chin and tears in his eyes. Coach Stevens smirked again and stroked the boy's head. "Goood boy," he cooed. "Now let me see that pussy." Tommy bent over a bench, Coach Stevens kneeling down behind him on the cold tile, his cock swinging. He spread Tommy's cheeks and stroked against his hole with his thumb. Tommy groaned as that fat thumb sank in with ease, starting to open his ass up. He gripped the bench as Coach Stevens slid in more, pulling out his fingers to suck and slobber on them before stuffing them back in. Coach Stevens slid his fingers in and out of Tommy, the jock's jaw hanging and his face in bliss. His thick digits spread the boy wide and rough. Tommy was taking it pretty easy until Coach Stevens went to slide in a third, pressure building around his thick hand. "Tommy, you haven't been using those plugs I gave you near enough. You're gripping me too tight." "Sorry Coach, I'll put it in tonight," he said, shifting and trying his best to flex loose for the baseball coach. "Use the big one," Coach Stevens stated plainly before pushing in deeper and wider. He grinned as Tommy moaned out. Across the room, Nick was getting his hole pounded out by Andrew. Andrew might've been pretty big for his age and in general, but it was cake for Nick, who got his manpussy smashed in by his dad's horsecock nearly daily. "Fuuuck yeah, bitch," Andrew groaned out before slapping Nick's thick ass, a ghosted handprint shape forming on both the boy's cheeks. His balls swang and slapped against Andrew's taint, who just gripped the bench and groaned as he got his hole slammed from tip to base. They could both go for a while and then some more rounds, so Nick just let Andrew use his ass however he wanted. Coach Stevens positioned himself, crouching down and over Tommy as he slid the tip of his perfectly straight and wrist thick cock into Tommy. His asshole squeezed around the fat prick and swallowed him in. Coach groaned and braced himself over the smaller male in a sort of doggstyle over the bench. His cock against Tommy's ass just looked giant. He just looked big against him. Couch Stevens bit his lip and gripped the young jock as he pumped in, spreading his ass wide and probing deep. Tommy groaned in pleasure as he began humping inch after inch in. "Bet that's tough on ya, huh? Coach splitting you good?" "I'm trying my best, Coach," he panted out, flexing out on the man's cock as he started fucking him good. Coach hocked spit and lobbed it at his cock, smushing it in with a thrust. "Use those toys more so I can really fuck ya, like Nick," he said, looking up over at his boy. Nick was currently getting railed full fucking nelson by Andrew, clearly in his element. He was taking it like a champ, hooting and hollering as Andrew swang his loose nuts back and forth with each powerful thrust. They were both sweat coated by now, their muscles shining as they fucked. Coach Stevens licked his lips and pushed in harder, digging into Tommy. He just groaned and pushed back into his coach, wiggling his hips against the base of his crotch. That was all the cue Coach Stevens needed. He gripped Tommy and started pounding in and out, his huge cock getting swallowed in and out of the teen's stretched ass. He cried out, but a burly hand quickly covered his mouth as he got his brains fucked out, Coach watching his son the whole time. He grinned wide as Andrew pulled out, a geyser of cum shooting out his gaping hole. It contracted and spread again, like it was breathing as Andrew's thick load dribbled out onto the floor. They unfolded, Nick stretching out as Andrew caught his breath, looking a bit shaky but satisfied and even cockier than before. "C'mere," Andrew said gruffly, gripping Nick by the face and shoving him to his cock. Within seconds, a pressure loaded stream of piss shot out of Andrew's cock and sprayed Nick in the face. He gasped for a second before catching the piss in his mouth and guzzling down, letting his face get soaked. Coach Steven's face fell into an open mouth smile before turning into a twisted snarl as he slammed harder in and out of Tommy, the boy almost shrieking in a mix of pleasure and feral intensity as he got his hole carved out by his meaty coach. With one last pump, he pressed in, growling. Those fat bull nuts squeezed and twitched as he pumped spurt after spurt of cum into Tommy's guts. He let go of his face as teen gasped for breath, his hair now sweat soaked and in his face. He let out an exasperated whimper and clenched around the massive log of cock currently stuffed deep in his guts. Coach Stevens pulled out, but not before telling Tommy to clench like his life depended on it. "Nick! Get over here, punk," Coach Stevens said affectionately, gesturing for his sweat, cum, and piss soaked son. He clambered over, half stumbling into his equally sweaty dad and hugging around his fit waist. Coach Stevens bear hugged him, his still raging hard cock swinging against his boy's leg. "Get down there and help your friend clean up," he said, looking down to his boy and grinning. He didn't have to tell Nick twice. Nick knelt down and attached his face to Tommy's ass, suckling and kissing his worn out hole. Tommy groaned and unclenched instinctively, the first globs of sperm oozing out onto Nick's tongue. The young pervert groaned in pleasure and swallowed down his dad's nut greedily before pressing back in and sucking, urging Tommy's fuck-puffed lips to squeeze out more. A few blasts of fucked in air shot out, Nick groaning in appreciation and digging in that much harder. Coach Stevens just stood wide and to the side, stroking his cock. He glanced over to Andrew, who was doing the same. They locked eyes and Coach motioned over with his head, holding his bulking arm out for the boy. When Andrew walked into his reach, he pulled him in and squeezed the cocky young jock the way he had his son, letting their sweaty skins rub. The two stroked their dongs, one hand on their cock and the other around each other as Nick really rubbed his face in Tommy's ass. They kept going for another hour or so after that, just relaxing naked and watching some porn in Coach Stevens's office. He had a great stash on an external hard drive he kept in his computer. Some real wild guys and chicks. Coach Stevens, Nick, Andrew, and Tommy went home that night satisfied and with a strict new schedule for getting off. Coach Stevens encouraged the boys to drop one when they needed to, and told them that his office door is always unlocked if they want some help. ---- This one just sort of fell out! Hope y'all enjoy and anticipate more. Buck and Hunter stuff is still in the works, just hit a bit of a block and have been busy. I always appreciate any and all emails and you can find shortform stories/captions from me with photos on Twitter and NewTumblr! Username is jghast31 for both.