Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2022 23:32:14 -0500 From: j author Subject: Coach Stevens part 4 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 at his phone, hearing it ding again for the fourth time at dinner. Finally, he decided to check it. "Mmm, who's that?" said Alexis, his wife. She wasn't Nick's mother, but his stepmom. He left the first broad shortly after Nick was born with full custody--per her request--and married Alexis recently. She was everything Coach Stevens wanted in a woman. Young, blonde, hot, and a little bit empty up top. "Well I'm still checking, honey," Coach Stevens said. Nick snickered. It was Tommy, one of the players on his team. He was hard to get to train up his ass like Coach asked at first, but once he got at it, he got at it. That fucker went from struggling to take Coach's big fat cock to getting powerfucked in a year. And his confidence in taking dick was making him give dick better too. And as Coach's cock started to stiffen in his pants, his screen gave him another reason to. There was Tommy, fully fucking himself with the biggest toy Coach Stevens had given him at that point. A blunt, thick beast that looked like a realistic dildo, but was shaped more like a long buttplug. His audio was low, but Tommy was groaning and moaning like a bitch in heat. Nick looked excited. "Did Tommy send you that video?! We told him in the group chat he should!" he said in a hushed whisper. Coach just grinned back. He looked to his wife, but Alexis was busy scrolling on her own phone, clearly not even looking at anything showing up. She wasn't paying a bit of attention. "He's coming over. Tonight." Coach Stevens said, affirmatively but clearly amused and excited. And an hour after dinner, Nick was there with Tommy. Last minute sleepover plans. Coach Stevens took the boys down to the basement, his man cave. It was a ratty scene, with bare decoration and porn, old underwear, beer, and all sorts of other stuff scattered about. Coach flopped back on the couch in front of the table. It faced open glass doors and windows into their backyard, which was backed by wooded land. Coach lived a little far out, so he liked the natural light he got on the weekends. He reached for a bong at the table with a partially smoked bowl already in it, getting a few good rips before passing it to Nick. He licked his lips, turning to Tommy. "Tommy, that video's fucking nuts. I thought I was gonna poke my wife with my stiffy across the table when I saw it!" he said with a wide grin. "Fuck, thanks Coach!" Tommy said shyly, fiddling with his hands. He was still standing in front of Coach and Nick, the father and son now sitting on the couch. It was small, only really having room for the two of them. The sideroom further back in the basement was for when there more. But Coach wanted to get a look before he tasted. "Show that ass off for me, Tommy," he said. "And Nick, pass the fucking bong to him." They all stripped down, and Tommy started playing with his hole for Coach and Nick. He spread his legs and bent down, pulling his toned asscheeks away from a plugged up hole, his asslips spread against a thick black bullet of a toy. The moon shining in from the open glass doors and windows lit the front of his body, as well as a TV paused on porn. "Yeah, `atta boy." Coach Stevens said, as his cockring bound pouch of horse cock and hog nuts started swelling hard. "You're still plugged up, huh?" "Yes sir," Tommy said, standing back up normally and spreading his cheeks, letting the full width of the buttplug peek. "Here," Coach Stevens said, leaning forward and scooting the coffee table forward, a few hardcore porno mags from the 80s sliding off. "Get up on there and pull that thing out for us." Tommy did, propping his front up on the table and spreading his legs, his cock dangling off the edge. He reached back, pulling the buttplug from his ass slowly, like a tease. Slow, urgent, then even slower and wider tugs pulled at his puffy jockpussy's lips. Tommy moaned and groaned, putting on a fucking show for the father and son before he yanked the toy out, his hole gaping open for a good moment as he dropped the lubed up toy on the table. "Fuckin' get over here boy," Coach said half through his nostrils, so horny he sounded almost angry. Tommy scurried over and Coach guided him right on his lap and in prime position to get his ass inspected. "Yeah you're fuckin' ruined, boy," Coach Stevens said, his voice deep but almost wavy with excitement. "You've trashed this cunt." Tommy just groaned, shoving his ass further off Coach's lap, his cock quivering against the coach's thick leg. "Thank you sir." All that rough play so often had left Tommy's hole looking beefy, fat, and ripe for fucking. His whole ass and hole was smooth, and that thick, long pucker was pink and supple. "You've got this hole sopping wet with lube," the burly Coach said, a grin on his face. It was thick, slimey lube that guaranteed he stayed slick. "Prime my cock," Coach Stevens said, and Tommy got to work. As great as Tommy's anal skills were, his oral was lacking. Coach's cock was rock hard, and that strong nine inches of cock wasn't going down easy as Tommy serviced his rod. But Coach liked it that way. Because what that did mean was a copious amount of throat slime as he gagged and choked on his massive tool. Coach yanked Tommy off his cock by his hair, cockily grinning down at the boy, their eyes locking. Tommy's were blurry and teary, but he looked like he was in bliss. "You fucking love Coach's cock, don't'ya?" he asked, holding Tommy's lips right above the hot pink tip of his veiny dick. "Yes sir!" Tommy said affirmatively. Nick snickered, and Coach elbowed him. "I could make you act like a bitch in heat with two fingers up that ass, boy," he said, turning his grinning face to his son. After a good few minutes of getting Coach Stevens coated in slobber, Tommy reached into his backpack and pulled out his pump bottle of lube, covering two fingers in a glob and shoving it up his ass. "I want you to be able to fuck me good and hard," Tommy said, half giddy sounding. It'd been a good month since his last fuck with Coach. Coach laid back, his thick prick swinging in the air. He put his muscled arms behind his head, spreading out and leaning back. "Come ride me." Tommy lowered himself over the larger man, lining his open hole up with his coach's big fat cock. And then he started riding, and riding good. "Ohhh, fuck Tommy," Coach moaned out, caught off guard by how well he was milking every inch of his cock. "He's been riding every fucking guy on the team, Dad," Nick said. "He's a natural fucking bottom." "Fuck, boy, calm it down. Down ride like I'm about to bust because I will. I wanna savor that pussy." Coach leaned further back into the couch as Tommy expertly rode him, watching inches sink in and push out with no issue. Tommy's puffy lips practically slipped around his cock and hugged every vein as he slid up and down. Tommy pumped Coach's cock like that for a while, flexing his hole out on Coach's wide nine-incher. Coach relaxed back into the couch and let out an affirming groan every time he pressed down and swiveled his hips. "Fuuuck, I can't take it any more," Coach groaned. "I need to fuck that ass." Tommy pulled off quickly from Coach's cock with a groan and a shudder, half wobbling to sit down on the table for a second. He'd been putting a lot of muscle into riding that cock. They moved so Coach was kneeling behind Tommy, who was bent over to suck Nick's cock on the couch. Nick was rubbing Tommy's head, just like his dad like to do. "You ready for a mouthful, man?" Nick said, his own growing 8.5 incher throbbing. Coach thought he would probably end up bigger than him. Tommy responded by going down on his cock eagerly, suppressing a gag and pulling back to suck and work on the first few inches. Nick groaned in approval, rubbing his head.with a light grip on his hair. Coach pushed on in, grabbing Tommy by the hips and pumping in and out. He started slow but quickly started using his hips to pound him hard and fast, his heavy, fat, and low nuts dangling and swinging. It didn't take long for Coach to start getting into the fuck, starting to breathe more and more out of his nostrils as he fucked Tommy's ass like a toy. Tommy groaned on Nick's cock, almost too overwhelmed to suck the thick meat. But Nick pushed his head down anyways, making Nick have to hold a gag as he got his ass manhandled and mauled "God damnit, fuck!" Coach barked out, lost in the sensation of Tommy's sloppy wet, puffy, pussy-like asshole. .As Tommy sloppily sucked and tongued around Nick's head, he busted with a yelled groan of ecstasy, his built-up load shooting sloppily all over Tommy's mouth, some going in his mouth, on his tongue, and up his face. Then, with a final slam in, half pushing Tommy into Nick, Coach started busting out geysers of cum into Tommy's blown out jockpussy. Coach admired Tommy's sweaty, muscled back in a stoned, orgasmic haze as he snot his last blast of semen nine inches into Tommy's ass. He looked over, noticing the buttplug over on the table where Tommy had left it earlier. The moment he pulled out of Tommy's hole, leaving it breathing gaped open, he strode over and grabbed it. Before Tommy's hole could even close back up from the powerfuck, Coach eased that thick black plug into Tommy's raw and blushed hole. "Keep that load in you tonight. You sleep with plugs in?" Tommy could barely respond. He was still standing bent over. and it took him half stumbling over to lay on his side on the ground to respond. "Yeah, all the time." Coach grinned wide. "Fuck yeah, boy. You're a maniac." The three guys hung out the rest of that night. Tommy got to bust his load with the help of some shared head from Nick and Coach, as well as a nice scene of a finger MILF getting her ass reamed by a huge black cock. Nick's pick. He wanted it as background for some slow, unurgent head from Tommy while him and his dad smoked a couple more bowls. ---- A short but stuffed one! Finally bringing back a character introduced in the first part, Tommy. 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