Date: Sat, 2 Mar 2024 10:46:19 -0700 (MST) From: Ash Hunter Subject: It's a Surprise Part 2: I have a surprise for you This story is a work of fiction. Characters may be inspired by people and fantasies in my life but have in no way occurred, with name and location changes as needed. As a first-time writer, I would love any comments, critiques, questions, suggestions, or pictures (or even videos ;) ) that you deem necessary. Help me become a better author and inspire me with anything you think would work. In fact, two parts of this story were inspired from a reader's DM on Twitter and another's email! You can also find me on Twitter @hunter_writing If you enjoy the stories at Nifty please consider making a donation to keep the archive running! There is a huge body of work available to suit every taste. Please support at https://donate.nifty.org/ if you can. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I closed the door behind me as I walked into the house. I dropped my bags at the door and started walking to my room, loosening my belt, and unbuttoning my shirt. I could hear the muffled moans and thuds as my bed was slammed into the wall. If they were being that loud, I could be sure that my parents weren't home. Which was good, since when we both came out, my parents gave us the saddest "disappointed eyes" I've ever seen, but they were still both supportive, but the unspoken rule was not to do anything overtly gay at home. The deep grunts and moans rumbling through the house seemed to imply this one was an older man. The first time my brother and I ever fucked an older man was just after high school. My rock-hard cock started precumming at the memory. He had been so tight, so mature, but became nothing more than a cum drenched mess by the end of it. The memory called me as I started up the stairs to the moans coming from my rooms. *** I have a surprise for you. The text was still on my screen as I walked into our old high school. It wasn't the first time my brother, Ryan, had called me into the old locker rooms. It was the summer after high school, and both Ryan and my best friend, Nathan, were volunteer coaches for some summer sports camps. More than once I had gotten that text message and join Ryan in the lockers, fucking Nathan senseless. After that first night at our graduation party, Nathan was insatiable. It seemed at least once a day he had one, or both, of our dicks balls deep in him. This would just be the most recent night that we left him in the showers or on the bench in the locker room, cum dripping out of his holes and a smile of pure bliss on his face. But as I walked into the locker room I could here the deep grunts of a man. It wasn't the moans of Nathan, but still familiar. I was a little confused but didn't really think about it as I stripped and walked towards the source of the grunts in the showers. And when I walked in, my jaw nearly hit the floor. It wasn't Nathan. It was Coach Bagshaw. Coach Bagshaw was the Head of the Athletics Department. He was the Volunteer Chair of the after-school sports program for the entire district. He had been the coach for several of our sports teams since we were 12. He had taught Nathan, Ryan, and me about teamwork, dedication, and loyalty. Coach Bagshaw was a pillar of the community and had been since we were children. He was also Nathan's uncle. He was also moaning like a bitch in heat: naked and on his back as the shower rained warm water on him and Ryan, seemingly immune to the tiles cutting into his back. Ryan had all 7 inches of his cut cock deep inside one of our oldest father figures. And Coach Bagshaw as rock hard and streaming precum faster than the shower could wash it away. Nathan and Coach Bagshaw had the same black hair, though the coach's hair was peppered with grey, as he was Nathan's dad's older brother, and had the same huge and muscular physique. Which Nathan's face was always as smooth as an angel, the coach normally had a five o'clock shadow, lately he'd been experimenting with a mustache. Coach Bagshaw was barely taller as his nephew at 6'4", but was more defined and cut, as his job kept him in almost perpetual motion. His thick pecs were covered with the same salt and pepper hair as his head, and it follow down his abs until it connected with his pubes. Veins bulges as blood rushed around his body, popping in his arms and legs, pulsating in his neck, and throbbing in his cock. His cock was so much like his nephew's, thick as a beer can, but even longer, almost eight and a half inches. Just like his nephew, when he saw me stand in the doorway, naked, his eyes widened in terror, and his lips started forming a cry of shock, but all that escaped him was a moan as his eyes glazed over again as my brother slammed in deeper. I didn't even know my brother knew I was there, but he knew how to control his bottoms with his cock, and he was in complete control of Coach Bagshaw as he turned his head and looked right into my still shocked eyes. "So, you taking a turn or do I have to do all the work?" Ryan's voice cut through the sound of showers. I couldn't even respond. I walked to them, the warmth of the water nothing to the heat coming from the scene before me. Ryan smirked and turned back to face our coach. Again, Coach Bagshaw seemed to be snapping out of the euphoria of being fucked by my brother and looked like he was about to speak, but my brother suddenly lunged forward, using his toes against the tile as leverage to slam deeper in the coach's ass, pinning his thick arms above his head against the tile's floor, and forcing his knees almost up to his pecs, and kissed him deeply. It was a good thing he did, the screaming moan was muffled into my brother's mouth and his muscular arms tensed. It almost looked like the coach was having a convulsion of some kind, but again, he was so much like his nephew, I could tell he had just cum. His beer can thick cock and load trapped between his torso and my brother's, as Ryan kept up the assault on his mouth and grinding his cock as deep as it could go. Suddenly, Ryan pulled back and pushed himself up off the floor, and the coach, and stepped back. We'd spent the last couple months fucking the coach's nephew, Nathan, and both my brother and I had shot our loads on top of his, coating him with cum. Our three loads combined wasn't even closed so how much the coach had shot. A thick puddle had almost completely hidden the hair on his torso and a long glob of it was still stuck to the tip of his cock. It almost looked like he was still coming. His eyes were closed, and he was still shaking at the power of his own orgasm. My eyes taking it all in, I felt like I could shoot just looking at the scene. Finally, as his shaking started to slow, I knelt down between his legs. His eyes slowing opening as he felt my body close to his. I reached out and grabbed his cock at the base, and firmly pulled up the shaft. Some men get extra sensitive after orgasm, and the coach seemed to be one of them. He shuddered against my touch and closed his eyes again. It was shocking how similar his cock was to his nephew's, but still bigger in every way. As my hand reached the head of his dick, another thick glob of cum seeped out of the tip, and I instinctively leaned forward and took the tip in my mouth to taste him. He bucked flinched away from my mouth, the head being so sensitive, but I had taken that last bit of cum. Savouring the salty taste, I leaned forward and kissed him. Pushing his own seed into his mouth and enjoying the feeling of his mustache and stubble against my face. I reached down to his powerful thighs and, without breaking the kiss, pushed them up, exposing his massive round ass. I broke the kiss and leaned slightly to the side. Breathing huskily into his ear and slipping my cock between his ass cheeks until I touch his hole with my precum leaking cock. "Tell me that you want it, Coach." I could feel his body shaking under me, this tall, muscular, perfect specimen of a man, shaking like a leaf. His body hair, slick with shower water and his massive load, rubbing against me as I braced myself. He was always a fair, but strict man, a father figure, but my brother had taken that and turned him into a cock slut. I don't know if he had already been with men before or if Ryan had taken his virginity, like he had taken his nephew's, but he was now and probably forever more, a bottom slut. His body was already craving it, but his mind was still fighting it. But his body won out. "Please, Richard," his lips barely moving, and his eyes were clamped shut, "Please fuck me. I want- OH." He was cut off suddenly has I pushed past his hole and bottomed out in him. His ass took me in with almost no resistance, I wonder how longer Ryan had been fucking the poor man, but it was still tight once I was in. Coach Bagshaw's eyes were rolling until his lids, and he was even starting to try and push back to meet me, getting me in deeper and deeper. I let him roll back a bit but keeping him on his back and those thighs on my shoulders, but I couldn't miss this opportunity, and I wanted more of his body. My hands were clenching his thighs to make sure I had access, but my mouth was free. I dove into his pecs and went straight for his nipples. Nathan's were extra sensitive during sex, I wanted to see if this Adonis' were too. As soon as my teeth grazed his soft pink nipples, he let out a moan so loud I had to let go of his thigh and cover his mouth. He was even more sensitive than Nathan. Ryan chuckled behind me, I could see him in my peripheral vision, slowing jacking himself off. Sometimes it was surreal when he was there, in my sex filled mind, it was like looking at myself; I felt like I was jacking myself off as I pumped into the coach. I unconsciously started matching Ryan's strokes with plunges into the coach. I heard a mumble and uncovered the coach's mouth. "Choke." He breathed out. "Choke. Me." I was momentarily stunned but did as he asked. I locked my hands around his throat and started squeezing as I kept up matching my pace with Ryan's strokes. I realized that I could feel the coach's cock starting to throb and he started gasping for air and Ryan picked up our pace. He startled grunting and almost gurgling as my hand slowed his oxygen and dick assaulted his ass over and over. Coach Bagshaw suddenly bucked and wrapped his huge arms around me, pulling me directly against him, and I felt, rather then saw my brother straddle us. I let go of his throat and placed my hands on the tiles on either side of his head and twisted slightly to the side, realizing what was happening a second early. "FUCK." The coach let out a roar as I felt his throbbing cock jump against my stomach, sandwiched between us. I felt his second orgasm flood between us. I don't know how he had a load this big after the last one. His mouth was hanging open as he moans and gasped for air. Another grunt behind me announced my brother, Ryan, was cumming. He shot his load directly at Coach Bagshaw's mouth, two shot getting him before he could close it and the rest covering his face. It was all too much for me, and while still locked on top of him by his own embrace, I start shooting into him. The coach was the second Bagshaw I've seeded, my load being one of the biggest of my life to that point. Coach Bagshaw, still coming down from his second orgasm, was spasming his ass, milking my load. Every drop was taken deep. Finally, he stopped spasming, and I was able to pull my spent dick from his still impossibly tight hole. I stood up and saw the smirk on my brother's face before I looked down at the coach. Red faced, and seemingly unable to stop flexing, the torrents of his own load were running through his body hair and getting washed away but the showers. He kept his eyes closed and was breathing deeply, containing, and reorientating himself. I gave him some space and stepped under a shower head to rinse off the after-sex musk. After I was finish, I looked over at the coach. He was also under a shower head. His back rubbed almost raw by how hard he had gotten fucked on the tile. But otherwise, he was breathing deeply, and his muscles were pumped and popping as if he had just done a workout, which I guess he did just have some cardio. He towered over us by almost half a foot, and turned to us, trying to draw himself up, but I could still only see the moaning mess of a slut he had just been for us, his dick soft but still seven inches and thick. "Look, guys," he started, trying to bring back the strictness I knew so well. "That can never-" "Shut it, Coach." Ryan cut him off, and the coach just froze like a deer in headlights. Ryan walked over and grabbed the coach's dick and pulled. The coach gasped and dropped to his knees as Ryan let go. "You asked for this. You loved this. And you'll keep loving it." Even on his knees the coach was still almost up to Ryan's pecs. "Any time either of us wants it, you'll give it up. Because you're ours now. Aren't you?" He cupped the coach's face like a child and looked him the eyes waiting for an answer. I'd never seen Ryan this dominate with someone. We'd been splitting Nathan all summer and he'd never spoken like this, nor with the other couple of guys we had on the side. "I can't. You can't." Coach Bagshaw was so flustered. But he didn't move from the position my brother had him in. "Richard's cum is inside you right now, Coach." Ryan almost purred, "And the fact that I don't want to face fuck you right now is the only reason your mouth is empty to talk. Just accept it. We own your body. Say it." Coach Bagshaw, pillar of the community, one of my strongest father figures growing up, and my best friend's uncle flushed red, mustache bristling, I'm not sure if in anger or embarrassment and spoke. "My body belongs to you and Richard." Ryan leaned down and kissed him. "Excellent. See you at the day camp tomorrow, Coach. Let's go Rich." He turned and walked away from the Coach like he was nothing. And to my shock that less than a minute exchange had cause the coach to get hard again. He enjoyed being degraded. We locked eyes for a moment and then I left, following my brother out to the car. *** I pulled myself back to the present as I reach my bedroom door. The deep, husky moans coming through the door were getting louder. After thinking about my first times with Nathan and Coach Bagshaw, I was already dripping precum and ready to go. I opened the door and stepped instead. I stared in shock at the man whose hands were tied to my bed and had my brother balls deep in his hole. I couldn't believe it. And the shock was apparent in his face, too, even though his eyes were partially glazed at my brother's topping skill. "Ri- Richard?"