Date: Fri, 18 Nov 2022 13:48:53 -0500 From: j author Subject: Coach Stevens 2 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 ---- Raw, horny, perverted and raunchy material within. If you don't like that, don't read. Always appreciate feedback and more from readers. Feel free to shoot an email, or message me on Twitter. ---- Coach Stevens looked down grinning as he shoved his son's head on the last inch of his cock, the boy trying not to gag. Nick looked up at his dad, eyes watery as his lips stretched hard around his dad's bloated monster meat. Coach Stevens was a big, proud man. An ex-Marine who kept a bodybuilder physique on a wide, naturally bulky frame. He had a near buzzed head, a barrel chest, four massive arms and legs, and a wrist-thick nine inch cock paired with hog nuts. He was a horndog through and through, a pervert to make perverts blush. He just couldn't help it. He had been that way since he started popping stiffies, when he was in the military, and now as a baseball coach at his son's high school. Nick was used to the deepthroating, in fact he loved it. Him and his dad had been fucking around for a year or two now, and he was well used to that huge 9 inch dong choking and stuffing him. Didn't make it easier, but he was used to it. They were in Coach Stevens's office, Nick under his desk. Slobber rolled down his puffy lips and chin as the burly coach grabbed his son's hair and tugged him up and down his dick. The huge man groaned in pleasure as he got closer and closer to nutting. "Atta boy, let your daddy fuck that throat," he cooed, grinning as his son winced, getting pushed harder. Coach Stevens tilted his head back, mouth open in ecstasy as his eager son slobbered and gagged on his fat tool, serving a man how they should be serviced. His son knew how to milk a cock good no matter what end it was getting stuffed in. The horny coach was seconds from blowing a fat load when suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Coach Stevens pulled Nick off his cock, the boy gasping for air as thick throatslime connected his mouth and his father's rock hard shaft. Coach Stevens didn't have time to take in the sight, though, as he wiped his cock as clean as he could on his palm, stuffing the rod and his nuts back into his tight khakis and zipping as he stood. Nick stayed under the desk on his knees, swiping his lips and grinning as his father strode to the door, opening it a crack and peeping out. At the door was Greg Barrett, the principal of the school. In many ways, he was just like Coach Stevens. A huge, hulking, dominant man. He had ginger hair and a closely trimmed but full beard that covered the lower half of his face. And just like Coach Stevens, he clearly liked to show his physique off. The same tight fitting clothes that gripped thick limbs and the same snaking bulge. Maybe others wouldn't notice it, but Coach Stevens was a notorious crotch, tit, and ass starer--and Greg clearly freeballed. Coach Stevens grinned at the beefy principal. "Hey Greg, how you doin'?" he asked through the peeked doorframe. "Pretty good, Coach, you got a minute?" he said in his deep, somewhat gravelly voice. "Of course, what's the issue?" "Something happened today with Nick I need to talk to you about," Mr. Barrett said before stroking the end of his beard and looking up towards the coach. Coach Stevens popped an eyebrow, stepping out into the locker room entrance his office was nestled in to. He. tossed his huge arms, standing in front of the principal. He just hoped his son's throat slop wasn't soaking the front of his pants. "What's up?" Coach Stevens said plainly. "Well, Coach let me just tell you plainly. I caught Nick having sex with a classmate during lunch block in the empty classroom down third hall." Most parents would be shocked, but that was no surprise to Coach Stevens. Wasn't like he hadn't ever slipped out of class and banged a chick in the dugouts. Wasn't like Nick didn't come home glowing and gloating when he had gotten some tail at school. But it was new for him to get caught. "Well son of a bitch," Coach Stevens said, crossing his arms. The bull of a principal nodded, stroking his beard again. "I'm still figuring out what the punishment should be. This isn't something we lay out in the rule book." Coach Stevens nodded back, the two standing quietly for a second. "Well, can I ask how they got caught?" Mr. Barrett looked up in confusion. "Well, when their teacher noticed they weren't at lunch, I patrolled the halls and that's where I found them." "Ah, gotcha," Coach Stevens said. "I didn't know if they were being loud as hell or what." He couldn't help but grin after that. It was a funny thought, and probably not too far from reality. Nick was just as vocal as his pops. It got a smirk and chuckle out of the studly principal too. Mr. Barrett looked to Coach Stevens, and shook his head. "I mean, to be honest with you, that was really a dead giveaway." Coach Stevens just laughed, making Mr. Barrett break his formal presentation and crack up too. "Shit, doesn't surprise me a bit." Mr. Barrett beamed back. "Learned from his old man, I bet." He didn't know how right he was. "You know it," Coach Stevens just said grinning even wider. "Taught him everything he knows." "Everything, huh?" Mr. Barrett said, cocking an eyebrow, still lit up with humor. But something about it had more... directness. That made Coach Stevens perk up. "Yeah, everything," he said a bit slower at the end. Mr. Barrett just looked at him for a second. "Mmm," he hummed, nodding. "Even to fuck around in school?" If he hadn't said it with the touch of sultriness in his voice, it could read as anger, as pushback. But it was clear to Coach Stevens he was pushing forward. "Fuck, who am I to tell the boy not to get off if he wants?" the coach said, his voice slowing. He paused, then continued. "Not like I wouldn't do the same." "Wouldn't or haven't?" the ginger stud said, crossing those thick arms over his barrel chest. Coach Stevens eyed down, noticing the principal's cobra cock bulge shifting in his tight khakis. Coach Stevens had a hunch he was just like him by the way he dressed and carried himself. A big horny alpha stud. "Step on in, I got somethin' for you in my office," he said, already opening the door. Once Coach Stevens stepped inside, Mr. Barrett shortly behind him, they saw Nick spread out in the coach's computer chair tugging on his fat nuts and fingering his hole, shit eating grin on his face. Didn't take long for the coach's son to spill the beans that it had all been planned out. Mr. Barrett wasn't a bit mad when he found Nick and his teammate on a table fucking like rabbits. In fact, he recorded the two boys for them and stood by tugging on his cock until Nick blew his load from getting fucked a second round by his buddy. Coach Stevens's hunch had been dead fucking on. So the three men got at it, closing the door and getting Nick on his knees, dad behind him and principal in front. Mr. Barrett slapped Nick with his cock roughly, the reddened and cockring swollen pecker loudly clapping against his cheek as he growled. Nick just grinned and redirected the tip to his mouth and swallowing it down, looking up at his principal. "Fuck yeah, punk, your daddy taught you good," he said, gripping the boy's moppy hair and guiding him further down his cock. Nick slid down more happily. Nick started bobbing, focusing on his principal's head with his tongue. He looked up as he sucked and squealched on the cock, slobbering it up good. Just like his daddy taught him. Coach Stevens had been pleasantly surprised by his boss having his own neoprene cockring on under his pants. He stood at a solid 8 inches hard Was making him wish he had drank a few beers and opened up with the man already. Nick serviced Mr. Barrett fully, swallowing down every inch and pulling away just to do it again. He took a break, servicing a hefty pair of nuts just a bit smaller than his dad's hog balls. But they were still round, heavy, and low hanging. And Mr. Barrett clearly liked it. "Fuck yeah, get under those balls," he said, raking his hands through the boy's hair and groaning as he sucked and slurped all over his sack. That's when Coach Stevens got a bit impatient. It takes a lot for him to stand by watching some fucking and not want to get off himself, but especially when it's his own son. He stepped in closer, swinging his own cockring bound slab of meat against his son's head from the back, intentionally grazing and humping the side of his cock-stuffed face. He was close in to the boy, his sweaty understomach pressed against the back of his head. He looked up from his beefed up, shiny cock to Mr. Barrett grinning at him, tongue almost out. He was just that much more turned on, his hips pushing forward into the coach's son's mouth, jabbing the back of his throat. Nick gagged for a second as the principal's fat meat was jammed down before adjusting, groaning in approval as he sucked him harder and faster. The principal relished it for a second and groaning as he got expertly sucked by the young athlete, almost lost in pleasure before he yanked his cock out. Drool dribbled off the tip as he stepped back, the bull coach doing the same and letting go of his son, who was left looking slimy in the mouth and lost in bliss in the eyes. "Don't wanna bust yet, Stevens. I need to see this ass your buddy was railing." Like a cue, Nick got up and draped himself over his dad's desk, lifting a leg to spread his toned but thick cheeks to reveal his pussy. And a pussy it was, especially after his fairly fresh deposit. Puffy, pink, and smooth as could be. His asslips were a beefy, puffy, supple rim to a peeking open hole that looked glistening wet from both the fat lord he took earlier and a recent lubing to prepare for the two large men that he knew would be blowing that hole out. Mr. Barrett licked his lips and strode over to the desk, immediately aligning his cock with the boy's hole. Coach Stevens did the same, positioning himself so that Nick could lay down and get fucked while going back to sucking his father's prick like he was before they were joined. Mr. Barrett didn't say a word or give a cue before pushing in, even his thick 8 incher sinking in with ease. He groaned in pleasure as he started humping at the wet, sloppy boyhole, burying himself deep. On his other end, Nick went back to swallowing his dad's even bigger cock, letting him guide the blowjob as he got his throat used like a hole more than anything. Coach Stevens humped his mouth, sliding his cock in and out and deep down as Nick just tried not to gag. The two men went at the cockhungry young athlete, bludgeoning his holes with their big cocks. Nick took it like a champ, letting his dad and principal really dig in as they fucked. Mr. Barrett was getting faster and more intense, gripping Nick tighter and tighter as he started pounding away. Coach Stevens smiled wide, appreciating his slow, deep throatfuck as Mr. Barrett slammed in and out, huffing and grunting. He grunted like an animal and slapped both of Nick's round asscheeks, gripping him harder and pumping hard. Nick nearly had to spit his dad's cock out as his principal railed his ass. "Yeah, take that dick bitch," growled out Mr. Barrett as he pounded the boy, his huge balls swinging and the skin contact slapping out loudly. Coach Stevens was loving it. It wasn't often he got to see his boy fucked out by a real man, not just some teen stud. There was a way a grown man could really just use a hole. But he also couldn't help watching his son getting his hole blown out without wanting to stuff in that puffy jock pussy. It was when Mr. Barrett yanked his cock out, standing back and admiring the gaping drooling mess he'd made of Nick's ass that Coach Stevens stepped aside, leaving Nick alone on the desk, huffing for air and half shaking. "He can take more," Coach Stevens said, walking up to his nude boss and wrapping his arm around his shoulder. "I've seen him do it." Mr. Barrett turned his head and grinned wide, a devilish look in his eyes. "You wanna DP that poor boy?" Coach Stevens grinned back. "Nick, you want me and Greg to cram in that ass?" "Yes!" yelled out Nick quickly and excitedly, a hint of ecstasy and overwhelmedness in his voice. It didn't take long for the men to rearrange, Nick held up over his father's fat pole, his principal's own tip to tip. The two men pressed their tips against his hole, pushing one another out of the way and just rubbing slick cock and asspussy all against each other. Nick was loving the teasing, his puffy lips loosening out around the two sliding cocks. "Push in," Coach Stevens grunted, the two men slowly wedging into the smaller but still buff jock's hole. It was a struggle at first, then easier. But as the two huge bulls started trying to push in further and really spread that ass open, they met more resistance. It really was too much for Nick. He panted and gasped, trying to grip harder to his sweaty dad as the two men wedged their rock-hard cocks into his manpussy, even while it tried to push back. "Huff this, boy," Coach Stevens said, reaching up to his cabinet and pulling down a dark brown bottle of poppers. Nick happily took the bottle, pressed a nostril, and inhaled deeply. As he sat, relaxing, he groaned as his ass relaxed on the two men and they were slowly able to push in more, his puffy lips and hole reddening as it was abused by the two thick cocks spreading it. Once Nick was lowered down on his Dad's cock, Mr. Barrett went to town, taking no time to start sliding in and out of the once opened hole that was now clamp tight on the two men. He groaned, looking Nick in the eyes and darting them back to his smiling dad as he pumped in and out of the boy. "You love getting that pussy busted open, huh, boy?" he said teasingly, smirking as Nick moaned out a "yes sir". He was usually acting like a punk in and out of bed, but he couldn't help but just slut out when he was getting used like that. The three guys fucked for a good hour and a half after they finished wrecking Nick's hole, letting him suck the two older mens' cocks clean before they took a round each at his ass, blowing another load deep in his guts. "You've earned a bigger dildo, boy," Coach Stevens said after, affectionately. "Get you something real thick." That was a promise, and a few days later Nick got a super wide dildo meant for training for fisting. He used the hell out of the toy, sometimes waking up early to warm up for it before he got to school. Boys on the team noticed just how much like a pussy his ass was becoming, and it started becoming hard to get the guys off or out of him. But any time they wanted to fuck around, Nick knew he just needed to text Mr. Barrett so they could find some alone (or threeway) time in an old classroom, office, locker room, or closet. ---- Part two! Appreciated the emails I got after part 1 came out. I write these stories for my own raunchy satisfaction, but also for other guys who like the same stuff. This one took a little longer than the first, but I'm happy to be back to writing some! Thinking about talking about some of the other players on the team in the next part 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.