Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2022 22:00:06 -0500 From: j author Subject: Coach Stevens 3 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 was out shopping one day, looking for new work clothes. He always wore a button-up or slick athletic top and khakis, both about a size too small. He liked to show off that hulking build of his. Those broad shoulders, thick pecs, abs, fit waist, thick legs... The ex-Marine knew he was a bonafide stud. And the squeeze his pants gave his freeballing bulge of horse-hung meat made him that much more impressive to look at. But his clothes were starting to fit a bit too tight. After an incident with some ripped pants at a practice (not that him or the players minded his beefy ass peeking out the rest of the time), he realized he had just grown a bit more. New routines and some less than stellar dieting were paying off with some bulk. So he was in the local sports shop, trying to find a few shirts that still hugged his physique but gave him something to stretch into. He could always be buffer. Right now he was wearing black aviators, basketball shorts, a wifebeater, socks, sneakers, and a tight neoprene cockring around his cock and balls. And that moment, he was balls deep in search in a rack of clothes when he suddenly felt the presence of someone behind him. Turning his head, he looked. There was a boy there, shirt and small. Short, moppy hair, kind of shy but devious looking in some way. Coach had a way of seeing that in boys. "Hey, can I help you?" Coach Stevens said, cocking an eyebrow. "Uh, yeah! My name's Tanner, my brother's on the baseball team? Mark?" Mark was one of the boys on the team. Just so happened to be one of the players Coach Stevens fucked around with too. He was a defiant shit, but he rode dick like he was getting paid to. Expert little bottom. Recognition lit up. "Tanner! Hey buddy, how you doin'?" Coach Stevens turned to him, standing feet apart with his arms crossed. His default position. He grinned as the boy took a small step back, putting his hands behind him. Cute. "Oh I'm good. I thought I recognized you, but I thought it might be some other huge guy." Coach Stevens bellowed and grinned, looking at Tanner eying him up. He still couldn't shake the feeling that there was something up, like he came up to him for a reason. "So, Tanner, what are you doing here?" The boy shifted, looking like he was recollecting. "I'm just picking some stuff up, for Mark," he said, looking back up at Coach Stevens. He couldn't have been more than 5'0 even, so the older man had over a foot on him. "He getting the equipment I suggested?" "Uh, maybe, is this it?" Tanner pulled his arms from behind his back, holding a package. Coach Stevens hadn't even noticed. The boy held it up, hands on both sides of the plastic wrap. It was an athletic thong of some sort, with a small pouch and a thin strip of fabric for the ass. Coach Stevens's eyes widened and then set back, and he suppressed a grin. "Well that's not it, but that won't work anyways. Mark is probably a medium, and that's an extra small." Tanner giggled, almost hiding his face behind the thong he was holding. "Okay okay, you caught me," he said all bubbly. Coach Stevens cocked an eyebrow again, widening his stance in the aisle. "Oh?" Tanner looked at him again, that devious look back but even stronger. "It's for me!" he said in a yelled whisper. Before Coach Stevens could even say anything, the boy started back up, getting closer to the bodybuilder built ex-Marine. "Mike told me all about you. How you fuck the boys on the team." Most people would be taken aback, but Coach Stevens just grinned wide. He was forward. "Is that so?" "Yeah, he did. You been fuckin' my brother, you perv?" It was almost scary how quickly the switch had flipped from innocent to overtly deviant. Coach had been right about that look in his eyes. He was coming on to Coach Stevens and hard. And the burly coach didn't need any more prompting than that. He looked down at Tanner, pushing his aviators down to make direct eye contact with the boy. "Set that thong down and come with me," he said, motioning towards the door. "Really?!" he said excitedly, eyes almost glowing. Coach Stevens couldn't wait to get his hands on him. "Yes, follow me." So he led the spunky little fucker out and got him in his truck. A short drive later, and they got to Coach Stevens's house. Nick was out with some buddies from the team. Probably slamming some loads out, knowing the ones it was. Tanner hopped out of the truck and about ran to the door, arriving to it before Coach Stevens even got his keys out. He grinned at the boy's optimism and took a moment to really take him in. He had noticed his height, his hair, his resemblance to Mark. But he hadn't stopped to take in what he was wearing. It was just shorts and a t-shirt, but the shorts really did ride up high. Almost up his ass. And the t-shirt was a little big, so it looked like he wasn't even wearing pants. Coach Stevens was gonna have fun with this one. They stepped into the house, and Coach Stevens immediately directed Tanner to his bedroom down the hall. It was in a bit of a mess, but Coach Stevens just shuffled his dirty clothes to the floor and pulled the blanket over as Tanner stood excitedly to the side. "Listen, kid, if you're gonna do this you're gonna do it like I make the boys on the team do it, hear me?" he said assertively. He knew it would get him worked up. "Of course!" he said, nodding excitedly. "That means when I say something, you do it. When I want it, I get it." He was stepping towards the tiny boy, gently grabbing his chin. Tanner's breath was shaky, almost breaking a sweat with excitement. "Now get naked already." Tanner did immediately, his tiny shorts and tshirt dropping to the floor. He stood there, naked and rock hard. He was petite and smooth, hairless all over. Coach Stevens licked his lips and flopped back on the bed, pulling his cockring swollen dong from his basketball shorts and pulling it and his huge nuts out. Tanner came over and was on him in seconds, holding the behemoth of manmeat in awe. Nine thick inches of bloated cock filled the smaller boy's hands, one on the shaft and the other on his hog balls. Coach Stevens just laid back on the bed as Tanner kneeled and leaned over him, stroking and feeling the huge meat in his hands. "Mark said you always wore a cockring," Tanner said grinning, fondling Coach Steven's package. "About always," Coach Stevens, smirking as the small boy admired and played with his cock like he didn't know what to do with it. "Let me see that ass." Tanner nodded enthusiastically again, taking his lean off the burly coach and positioning on all fours on the bed, then taking a hand and spreading his ass for the man. Coach Stevens shifted over and gripped that young ass, his hands completely covering the round and plump cheeks and pulling them even further apart. His hole sat in the center, dainty, pink, and tight. But something was off. "You've been fucked before, haven't you boy?" Coach said, grinning in satisfaction as he pressed a thumb against the tight boypussy, pushing it open. Even his thick thumb was big for the boy, and Tanner moaned as he pushed in to the knuckle. "Y-yeah, Mark fucks me all the time." Coach grinned even wider. "Atta boy," he said, both for Mark and Tanner. And then he started eating his ass, his big tongue dwarfing the little puffy buttonhole of Tanner's boypussy. Tanner moaned as Coach Stevens expertly sucked and lapped at his ass, gripping the blanket on the bed as Coach groped and slurped him. Coach Stevens ate Tanner out, really opening the boy up with his tongue. He was just absolutely costing him in slobber, leaving his whole smooth crack soaked wet with spit. Coach loved to service a completely smooth hole when he got the chance After a while, Coach Stevens sized it out. He lines that cockring bound fat nine incher up with Tanner's young hole and realized pretty quick hd was hurting the boy if he fucked him. Too wide of a fit for the frame. "Sorry kid," he said, standing back up at the side of the bed as Tanner laid down on his side, his breathing fast. "That's not working." "You're not gonna fuck me?" he said, a whine to his voice. That mop of hair was already disheveled. "No, cus you're not ready," Coach Stevens said back with an assertive lean to his voice. "Mark be fucking you but I've got a bigger dick than him, right?" Tanner nodded. "Yeah, you're fucking huge!" Coach Stevens grinned. Yeah he was. "Here, I've got something for ya, though," Coach Stevens said, walking back to his closet. He rummaged through a box for a while and came back out to Tanner with a buttplug in hand. It wasn't huge, but it was ambitious for a start for a boy his size. But Coach Stevens knew he wanted it, and he saw some major sluthole potential. Tanner was quickly stuffed with the toy, his little cock throbbing, his jaw nearly locked in pleasure. It didn't take long at all for Coach Stevens to beat him off until he squirted cum out like a geyser up to his chin. But Coach wasn't done. He still needed to cum. "Here, here's what you came for," he said, tossing a skimpy pink thong to Tanner, still soaked in his own cum. "Keep that plug in, put that on, and come suck me." He laid back out on the bed, spreading his legs and letting the petite thong-clad buttplug-stuffed brother of his player crawl on and straddle him, positioning himself to slide Coach's cock in and out of his throat. Tanner went to work on the brute, stuffing that thick cock in his jaw wide and sliding down, servicing Coach's cockhead and first few inches well. Coach Stevens grinned in pleasure and ran his hands through Tanner's hair, easing the boy down further on his cock. Before long, Tanner was starting to struggle. That throat, as trained as it was by his brother, was no match for the thick nine inches of manmeat Coach packed. But Coach Stevens just kept guiding the boy, letting him take a breather and drip a few tears and drool. After a while though, all the teasing and gagging on his cock was getting to Coach Stevens. Tanner struggling to wolf it down, as eager as he was, was just making it that much hotter for the baseball coach. "Good boy, open up," he cooed as he began gripping the boy's head, sliding his cock in and out. Tanner gagged as he pushed down, which only made him grip and push that much tighter. Coach Stevens groaned in pleasure, tilting his head back as Tanner sucked his cock, his slips sloppily smearing up and down the shaft of that huge cock. Then, with a final grunt, Coach yanked Tanner off his cock, busting his thick load all over his face. Spurts of pearly cum shot all over Tanner's lips, nose, and closed eyes as that cockring bound pink horse of a cock blasted in his face. Coach Stevens grinned and hummed low, watching Tanner lick the spunk off his lips, a few small tears streaming down his fucked face. "Alright Tanner, here's the deal," Coach Stevens said, ruffling the boy's hair. "Keep using that plug, keep letting your brother fuck you, and I'll see if I can cram in that pussy another time." "And keep the panties too, they look cute on you," Coach Stevens said with a wink. The two cleaned up, and Coach Stevens dropped Tanner back off at the store with a post-sex glow and a plugged up ass. Coach left, went back home, and turned on some porn, restripping. He'd get those clothes another day. ---- And that's part 3! It's been a bit of a wait, but I hope it was worth it. Definitely want to focus back on Coach Stevens and the other players in part 4, but I had a little idea building off that web I wanted to try out, and I'm pretty glad I did. Question for readers: For my next project, would you rather see part 4 of Coach Stevens, part 4 of Hunter and Buck, part 2 of Pornstar Son, or something different? If something new, what would you like to see me write I haven't yet? 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.