Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2018 21:20:21 -0500 From: a4f tales Subject: Xmas Tales: The Workout Here's a story taken from my Tumblr, at talesfromunderthemattress.tumblr.com. You can find this one, illustrated by Graham Groans (grahamgroans.tumblr.com), here: talesfromunderthemattress.tumblr.com/post/168488235611/ You can also find a whole lot more of my stories here on Nifty - look for 'a4f101' in the Prolific Authors listing. This story is purely a work of adult erotic fantasy, copyright me 2018. I own it and all legal rights to it. **That means you cannot repost, reformat, or reproduce this story anywhere without my express permission.** If you're under the age of majority in your jurisdiction, please come back when you're of legal age. Nifty is an incredible free service that depends on your donations to survive. It changed my life, and maybe it's changed yours too. Please help them to keep providing this awesome resource for all of us: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I love hearing from you guys. a4ftales@gmail.com. Enjoy. ***** Author's note: This story continues the adventures of the Barrett Brothers, first seen here on Nifty: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/the-twelve-tales-of-christmas/most-improved And then with Coach P: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/the-twelve-tales-of-christmas/the-rendezvous-1 http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/the-twelve-tales-of-christmas/the-rendezvous-2 ***** We'd both barely been home an hour, and already me and Brady were pacing around each other like a couple of big cats, giving each other sly grins and long, checking-each-other-out glances when nobody else was looking. I'd been thinking about him the whole three-hour ride home, folded up in the backseat of Dinaski's dumb little Scion, trying to keep from throwing wood too obviously as I half-listened to the other guys' conversation, my head full of images of the last time I'd been home with my brother, my shorts full of the bone I was trying to contain as I thought about what might happen when I got back this time. I could tell Brady had been having the same kinds of thoughts on his drive home. He had that hungry, anticipating kind of air about him that he'd had ever since we'd started hooking up seriously a couple years back. I could practically smell it on him. I wondered if he could smell it on me, too. I sure hoped so. But Mom and Dad were both home, and always seemed to time an interruption just when me and him were edging close to something. Eventually Brady made up some bullshit excuse to get me downstairs to the garage, and it was all either of us could do not to race down there like a couple of overexcited little kids. When we got there, Brady pushed me up against the side of Mom's Outback, his cock starting to get real big in his sweats as he pressed up against me, his breath all hot on my face and my neck as he grinned at me with that hungry look I loved seeing on him, especially when it was for me. "You got bigger," he said with that hungry grin, his hands pawing at my frame under my jeans and my sweatshirt with an approving little grunt as I flexed up a little for him inside my clothes. "Just like you did, your freshman year," I said, reaching out to squeeze his lats, his shoulders, just feelin' on my studly big bro, like I'd been thinking about doing since the end of summer. "I figure... Coach might be impressed," I went on, giving him a sly little grin that he shot right back at me, nudging his hardening cock tighter against the muscle of my thigh. "Yeah, stud?" he murmured, leaning into the side of my neck, half like he was gonna lick me there, half like he was sniffing me. Seeing if I was smelling like a man. Like he did. "We gonna fuck around with him some more, little bro?" he said, giving me that twinkly-eyed, incredibly sexy grin of his, his hands pushing all up under my sweatshirt, looking for the hard nubs of my nips as he stroked his way over my bigger college-freshman muscles "You kidding?" I grunted right back, reaching around for the big, muscled mounds of his ass, pulling him deeper into me as we rubbed off against each other like a couple of horny kids. Which I guess we were, really, college men now or not. "I've been thinking about dicking him down with you all fuckin' semester, bro." "Yeah, another Barrett Bros special for the big fuck, huh stud?" Brady growled into my mouth, teasing me a little with his tongue. I hunched my cock up harder against him, letting him really feel how hard I was. How much I'd missed all this, with him and with Coach too. "You know it," I grunted back at him. "And I've been thinking about giving him something extra special." "Yeah, fucker?" Brady grinned, big hands mauling my pecs, all hungry and curious about what I had in mind. I was really into the way he looked at me now, like a man-to-man kind of respect we had for each other. He wasn't seeing me as his kid brother so much anymore, not when it counted, at least. "What you got in mind?" "You'll see," I grinned back. "When he calls. And he will. I know it." Considering me and Coach P had been sexting all semester long, that wasn't much of a gamble. Shit, the night before I left for college, I'd nailed him in his own bed, and the look on his flushed, handsome face as I'd fucked his thick, heavy nut out of him told me it was pretty much a certainty that he'd reach out when I came home again. I felt the buzz coming from the hip pocket of my jeans, my phone vibrating against the muscle of my ass, and I just knew who it would be, even before I pulled it out to check it. Laughed as I turned the screen to show my brother the message on it. > You back in town? Got plans tomorrow? "Fuck me," Brady murmured, shaking his head with a grin. "Like a fucking mind-reader." "Freakin' uncanny," I chuckled. "He always did have that nose for fresh young meat, though," Brady said, leaning in again, and this time he did lick me, a long, slow, wet run of his tongue up the side of my neck to my ear that made me shiver and clutch his ass tighter as I turned my head to nuzzle his ear. "So let's give him what he wants, bro," I murmured in his ear, and at long last, we met each other in a hard, hungry, grunting bro kiss. * * * * * The whole meeting up to work out together thing was just a pretext, and we all knew it, but Coach P still put us through our paces anyway, just like he used to do when we wrestled for him. Honestly it was kind of a trip, going back to those old roles, especially after last Christmas, when me and Brady had shown him how close we'd gotten, and how handy a Coach-fucker I'd become, just like my big brother. My last few months of high school after that, I'd been careful not to let my new, deeper bond with Coach P show through, still putting in the work on the mats and in the weight room, deferring to him like the good student I was, even though I was also putting my seven teenaged inches to his thick, muscular ass at every possible opportunity. Thanks to him and Brady both, I'd had a real good education in mansex, but I'd still spent the summer between high school and college like I was in summer school for buttfucking, sometimes with my big bro right alongside me, sometimes just me and Coach. I couldn't help but start to chub up as we headed to the locker room of our old high school gym, the three of us sweaty and flushed. This was where I'd really become a man, I guess, getting my first piece of man ass around my young cock. Images from that afternoon played through my head as Brady strolled into the locker room ahead of us, the shirtless muscles of his back glowing with sweat, all thickly defined, a college man in all his glory. I looked over at Coach, and saw his eyes tracking my studly big bro's form just as closely as ever. He caught me looking, and blushed, but his eyes were raking over my own sweaty college-freshman form too, and I think the hottest thing of all was that he didn't have to hide it, especially now. None of us did. We could admire each other as men all we wanted to, and damn if that wasn't one of the sexiest things I could think of. I fucking loved being a man more than ever. Brady set his water bottle down on the bench and turned to us with that big, sexy smile of his, reaching out to snag the waistband of Coach's workout shorts and tug him close. Even with all the hot, intense stuff we'd shared and done together the past year, Coach P still looked a little nervous, a little unsure of himself, like the top level of his brain was still kind of fighting all the deep, rushing urges inside of him. But he went willingly, too. Brady was like that, all charismatic and hot and undeniable. "We missed you, Coach, you fuckin' stud," Brady said, one hand stroking over Coach's beefy flank, down over the big swell of his thick-muscled ass in his shorts. I stepped in real close behind Coach, sliding one hand up his other side, reaching up to squeeze the big, rounded muscle of his shoulder with the other. He kind of shivered all over, then let out a low groan, and reached up to stroke over Brady's excellent chest with one big blond-haired paw. It was crazy how easily we all clicked into the mode together, and hot as fuck the way Coach pushed up into Brady to kiss him, hungry and wet, before craning his head back around to give me a taste of his thick tongue too. I let out a little growl of approval, loving the close-trimmed blond bristles of his beard on my own barely-stubbled chin, as Brady leaned in to lick his way up and down the stud's thick, sweat-shiny neck, the two of us stroking the big guy's barrel chest over his sweaty workout gear. "You hot fucks," Coach growled, grinning at us both as he gave us each a good feel-up in return. "Fuckin' big-dicked Barrett boys." I took Coach's mitt and guided it down to the fast-growing bulge in my shorts, let him feel just how true that was. He took over from there, caressing the thickening length of my bulge with a lusty grunt, as I reached across him for my brother, ready to meet me in a hot, deep, hungry incestuous kiss. Fuck, it was hot to kiss Brady in front of somebody else. Sometimes I'd stroke out a huge, juicy load imagining us making out in front of everybody at a big party, all our buds seeing us go deep on each other, but I knew that would never happen. Shit, it was enough just to be able to do it in front of our Coach, that and a whole lot more. Coach was definitely interested in a whole lot more, that was for sure. His cock was hugely hard inside his shorts as me and Brady rubbed it, feeling it throb for us as we took turns kissing each other, feeling each other up all over. "Missed all this big young cock, huh Coach?" Brady growled in his ear, and I felt the big sexy lug shiver all over again, and growl in reply. "All the cock you want, Coach," I added in, because I'd gotten a lot better at harnessing the vibe between us, all the secret fantasies that spurred the big guy on. "All for you to play with, stud." "You little fuckers," he growled in reply, looking torn as to who he wanted to kiss more. "Not little at all, Coach," Brady grinned, closing his hand over Coach's on his big college-jock bulge. "You know that better than anybody, don't ya?" Brady was the lucky recipient of Coach's thick tongue, so I got to work tugging at his sweaty team T-shirt, peeling it up his bulky, hairy-chested ex-jock frame, stroking my hands through the sweaty blond fur that carpeted his big, juicy pecs. He had such a rockin' fuckin' body, all thick and powerful, stacked with a wrestler's big muscles, and padded with a grown man's solid beef. Coach broke his kiss with my big brother so I could tug his shirt free, and then he turned to me to feed me his tongue, while Brady felt his steely thickness up all over and bit down on the swell of his deltoid, his hands busy undoing the drawstring on Coach's gym shorts and working them down his solid hips. "You feel how hard I am, Coach?" I said to him between tongue-duels, putting his hand on the pulsating thickness of my big young bone. "Big hard freshman cock, stud. Hard for you." Coach let out that growl-whimper combo that was all about how he was a prisoner to his lusts. Had to be tough, being a high school wrestling coach, while harboring a deep-down craving for big young dick. He was a hell of a coach, though, and a hell of a fuck too. What me and Brady were doing with him was honoring all that, in a way. Honoring everything he'd done for us, as athletes and students and young men. But of course, more than that, he was a hot, thick, studly piece of Coach ass, and it was crazy hot riding the whole role-reversal kind of thing we had going on. Having this kind of power, sexual power over his big, lusty ass was an incredible head trip, and I was loving every fuckin' minute of it. Brady pushed his way into our kiss, his tongue joining ours, and the three of us grunted and groaned and lashed at each other with our tongues, hands all over the place, pulling into one big knot of muscles and flesh and manly fur. Me and Brady's hands worked a path from Coach's tits, down the muscled swell of his furry stomach, over the throbbing mound of thick man cock in his tight UAs, then around to manhandle his meaty, muscular ass. The big guy flexed his thick glutes up for us, and I growled into his mouth, letting him know what a fucking turn-on he was. Soon our hands were focused exclusively on his big round ass, plenty of flesh for us to work over together, Coach's two favorite wrestlers handling him like the men we were now. "You wanna fuck, Coach?" I murmured in his ear, flicking it with my tongue, loving the full-body shiver that set off, the way he growled into Brady's hungry, tongue-plunging kiss. "I can't hear you," I said, catching Brady's eyes on me, all twinkly with amusement as he reamed Coach's voracious mouth out with his expert tongue. This was such a trip, asserting myself in such a manly way with the big humpy stud. That had been maybe the hottest part of all this - the way Coach had absolutely been the boss of me on the mats, but when it was just him and me, there was no question who owned whose ass. "Yes!" Coach practically spat, giving me a fiery, lusty look, his face all red under his blond beard. "Yeah, I wanna fuck, you little stud." "Attaboy," I grinned, patting his ass. He gave me this look he sometimes did, like he was a little bit at war with himself inside - like, yeah, he was in heat, and he wanted what I had to give him badly, but also like he had to get over the notion that a teenager was taking the upper hand with him. And then, quick as a flash, he used his big body to muscle his way around between me and Brady, throwing one thick-muscled arm tight round my neck, looking me dead in the eye with a determined look as he reached down to grab hold of my big teenaged hardon in my shorts. "This for me, kid?" he grunted. "Fuckin' hard for your Coach's ass, huh?" I swallowed hard, feeling the mix of respect and deference and uncertainty well up in me for a moment, like I was 17 again and first stepping to him man to man. But I squared my shoulders and throbbed my cock in his grip, and reached down between us to rub the length of his in his underwear. "Hard as fuck, Coach," I said, respectful but determined too. "Hard as fuck for you, sir. And I aim to make you cum with it. With my big teen cock. Just like you like best, Coach." Brady let out a grunt-chuckle of approval as I leaned in, wrapped one hand round the back of Coach's bull neck, and fed him my tongue with the confident lust Brady had taught me to show. Coach's thick fingers started tugging at my shorts, yanking them down off my ass, and I knew we were totally good to go. "Good boys," he grinned with a lusty rumble to his voice as he sat his big beefy ass down on the bench between me and my brother, running his hands over the jocks we'd worn especially for him, snapping the elastic straps against the big, deep muscles of our wrestler tails, then stroking the cock-heavy pouches, straining with hard young jock dick. I met my brother in another slow, sloppy, noisy kiss, as we felt each other up, grunting into each other's mouths as Coach pushed us together and licked all over the sweaty, musky mesh of our jock pouches. "Look at that big hungry fucker," Brady grinned, rubbing my flank as we watched Coach blush at his words. But he didn't stop what he was doing, his fat wet tongue roaming over our pushed-together pouches, two big, hard brother jock cocks throbbing against each other as he soaked the mesh with his warm spit, huffing in our scent and grunting hungrily to himself, his big hands stroking our asses and thighs as he savored us. He pushed us a little bit apart so he could latch his thick lips onto the knob of Brady's fat cockhead, slurping loudly as my brother groaned and trembled at the sensation. Then he turned his head and gave me the same treatment, making me go up on the balls of my feet, one hand clutching the back of his head, the other Brady's shoulder. The sensation was awesome, his circling tongue on the pulsing meat of my cockhead, sucking my precum through the wet mesh to mix with his spit as he grunted and suckled and feasted on my young hardness. I let out a low moan, Brady leaning in to lick the side of my neck and nuzzle me there as Coach let up on my cockhead and ran his tongue down the long, hard bulge of my cock, swirling it around my pouched balls, then sniffing his way along the side of my pouch and lapping up along the fabric where it met the sweaty skin of my groin. "We gonna fuck him, little bro?" Brady murmured into my ear. "Yeah, we're gonna fuck him, big bro," I grunted, pulling my hot brother in to kiss some more, before breaking it off, bending down, and pulling Coach's head out of my groin to feed him my tongue again. "Let's get you ready to ride, Coach." We sandwiched Coach P between us again and put our hands and mouths to work on him, skinning his UAs down his thick thighs, the shorts all damp with sweat and precum, the big lug moaning and writhing between us as he got another Barrett Bros special. His cock was as hard as I'd ever seen it, the head of it all glossy with pre, red-tipped and angry-looking, the chunky curve of the shaft familiar like my old baseball bat as I took hold of it and stroked its fat length. Together, me and Brady guided Coach over to the bench, the big stud straddling it with one thick-muscled thigh either side of it, feet planted, quads bulging thick and long and hard. He had an almost dazed look as we sat down, straddling the bench either side of him, Brady in back, me in front, and got to work on him with our lips and tongues. Brady was making all kinds of lewd, lusty noises, his fingers buried deep in the muscular flesh of Coach's glutes, spreading him wide to lick at him, while I took hold of the base of his big dick with one hand, and leaned in to lick the fat, juicy head of him. "Ah you boys," Coach moaned as we took him to town. I'd tasted quite a bit of cock since last Christmas, when I'd sucked on Coach's big piece for the first time, but his taste was immediately familiar to me, all salty and mineral and musky, the taste of a man, utterly fuckin' delicious as I slurped my way down the curved, veiny length of him. His big hand cupped the back of my head, and the thick muscles of his legs bulged even more spectacularly the more I sucked and the more Brady licked at his hairy hole, as he rose up on the balls of his feet with the sensations we were giving him. When the flow of Coach's pre over my tongue, down my throat intensified along with his moans, I knew it was time to back off a little bit. "Fuck, I missed the taste of you, Coach," I said up at him, grinning at the look on his face, the way he reached out to almost caress my jaw. Then I gave him a wink, lifted his hefty blond-haired balls with one hand, and ducked down underneath him to join my big bro. Brady grunted happily as my tongue joined his, deep in the forest of blond, musky fur that carpeted Coach's taint and lined the deep, sweaty trench of his ass. We licked at each other's tongues as we tasted Coach's hole, the big guy helping us out by lifting one foot up on the bench, opening himself up for us to work in deeper together. It was kind of hard to believe how much me and my big brother had fought over the years, the way we worked together now to pleasure the big humpy stud, enjoying each other and the teamwork as we licked him out good. Brady pulled back and hocked a wad of spit onto Coach's hole, thick droplets of it clinging to the matted-down dark-blond fur there, and I growled hungrily and licked my brother's spit up inside of Coach, up across and then inside of his tight pucker, releasing that deeper, funkier, manlier taste of his most intimate space. I returned the favor for Brady, shooting a spitwad directly onto his tongue, which he lapped up inside of Coach's hole, making the big guy growl and curse and clutch the backs of our heads. It was real heady up there deep in Coach's crotch, noses full of man musk and the smell of spit, tongues going every which way, halfway between making out with my brother, and eating out Coach, and I couldn't stop myself from groping my big wet young jock bulge as I got a little high on the whole situation. Brady eventually slapped the side of Coach's chunky ass, the smack echoing off the tile and metal of the locker room. He looked around the side of Coach's hip at me, a big lusty grin on his face, his lips and chin and cheeks gleaming wet. "What do you say, little bro - time to fuck this big stud?" he said. I grinned up at Coach, reaching up under his balls to stroke his spit-wet taint with my fingers, pushing back to tease his moist, hot hole, circling his pucker with my index finger, giving it a gentle push up inside of him. He grunted, his eyes fluttering closed, as he opened up to me, sinking down on my slowly rotating digit as I searched out his prostate. His cock belched out a big wad of precum when I found it, and stroked it, even more when Brady's finger worked its way up inside him, alongside mine. Brady looked like a king, leaning back on one elbow to watch me coat his big, handsome cock with a thick layer of lube, his other hand slowly diddling Coach's hole as the big guy crouched over him, back arched and groaning with pleasure at my brother's expert finger work. "Damn, I'll never get tired of seeing that," Brady said, winking at me as he watched my hand stroking the slick coating all over him. God he felt good, well past seven inches of hefty brother cock, and I felt a surge of little-bro pleasure at being able to handle him this way, feeling that now-familiar mix of lust and respect and love for him and his big jock piece. He pulled the two fingers he was fucking Coach's hole with most of the way out, and I squirted a thick dollop of lube onto them, watching him work them up and inside and all around Coach's stretched hairy hole. I stood up, looking Coach in the eye as I skinned my jockstrap down, tossing it on the locker room floor next to my brother's, slowly fisting my own big young cock as the big guy eyed me, and it, hungrily. I got that rush inside me, a mix of lust and pride, feeling big and manly and confident as I showed Coach how much I'd missed being with him like this. "Me and Brady have been talking all semester about this, Coach," I said, looking him deep in the eye. "How we couldn't wait to get home and fuck you some more. All break long. Together." Coach grunted at that, or maybe it was the sensation of Brady's big, lube-glossy helmet head pushing against his hole. I reached out and tweaked his big, stiff nips, glazing them with excess lube as I teased them with one hand and my cock with the other. Coach responded by leaning in, taking me in hand, and wrapping his lips lovingly around the head of my cock, then slowly slurping his way down it. As he sucked me down, he rode his way down the handsome length of my brother's thick stud cock, moaning around my flesh as he filled himself at either end with big young Barrett boy dick. Brady let out a long, low, happy growl of pleasure when Coach bottomed out on him, but it looked to me like Coach was loving it even more. He wasn't known for being the smiley type, but he was sure smiling now, eyes closed, looking like the most satisfied man on earth as he wriggled his hips a little, savoring the feeling of my big brother's inches buried up inside of him. "There ya go, big guy," I said to him, reaching down to take hold of his hard cock, stroking it slowly. "Told you we'd take good care of you, Coach." "Never doubted it for a minute, kid," he rumbled, leaning up to meet me in a slow, sloppy kiss. I stayed close, watching the big stud fuck himself on Brady's piece, stroking his bulky muscles, teasing his tits, feeding him my tongue, letting him feel me up all over. Coach alternated between sucking on my stiff nips and my stiff cock, licking the hard-cut muscles of my stomach, nuzzling up into my sweaty pits as he rode Brady's big college-boy cock. At one point, I got especially inspired, straddling the bench and pushing my cock up into the furry valley between Coach's beefy pecs, thrusting my cock up and down in the dirty blond curls of his manly hair as he grunted and squeezed his pecs around me as best as he could, looking up at me with a mix of pure lust and something like awe. This was good, real good. Not just the fucking and the play - of course all that shit was good, way beyond good, in fact. What I really wanted, the plan that had been forming in the back of my mind for months now, was to get him used to me being this close to him. Because more than anything, I wanted to get even closer to him, closer to my big brother too - I just had to figure out how to do it. Brady wrapped one arm round Coach's trunk and pulled him back against him so he could nuzzle at the side of the big guy's neck. "Fuck, you feel so good inside, Coach," he murmured to him. "All hot and tight round my cock, just like I remember. Big fuckin' stud takin' all this big young dick." Coach grunted and moaned and ground his hips harder at that, fucking himself on Brady as my brother nuzzled his neck and played with his stiff tits. I dropped down to straddle the bench, leaning in close between the mass of their thick, spread thighs, getting an up-close view of my big brother's big piece thrusting in and out of Coach's stretched hole. I couldn't resist leaning in closer, smelling the deep, base, animal scent of their man rut. I licked the base of Brady's cock, up from his balls to where his flesh met Coach's, licking all around the stretched ring of fur-lined muscle, making both of them moan in response. I spat on Brady's cock and watched him fuck it up inside our Coach, chasing it with my tongue, licking the seam of muscle meeting cockflesh. I grabbed the lube bottle and squirted more on Brady's flesh, on Coach's hole, and then on my fingers. I could feel Coach tighten up when my lube-slicked fingertip stroked the rim of his hole, which made Brady growl lustily and fuck up harder into him. I looked up at Coach, seeing his eyes open, questioning on mine as I grinned and licked the wet head of his cock, teasing it with my tongue as I stroked along the ring of him, against my brother's thrusting cock, testing the strength of the man's muscle. Testing the flexibility of it. "You always say how much you like these big cocks of ours, right Coach?" I said, winking at him before taking the head of his cock in my mouth and slurping slowly on it. At the same time, I started to push my first two fingers up alongside Brady's cock, up against the tight muscle of Coach's ring, feeling it start to give a little more. "What are you... aw fuckkkkk," he groaned as I pushed them up slowly, joining my brother inside of him. I heard Brady groan along with him, and when I looked up, Coach's head had dropped back against my big brother's shoulder, and my brother was peering over Coach's shoulder and down at me, watching me with a curious half-grin on his face. "Yeah, little bro?" he said. I nodded and pushed my fingers up a little more, and now Brady eased his cock most of the way out of Coach, giving me a little more room to push inside of him. Then Brady's grin spread wickedly as he thrust back up inside the big guy, pushing my fingers even deeper. Coach growled loud, his hands grabbing hold of the sides of the bench, big biceps bulging as we filled him up even more. "Matty said he had a plan for you, Coach," Brady said in his ear, eyes on me the whole time, all alive and sparkling as he figured out what was on my mind. "Something special he wanted us all to share." I kept my eyes on Brady's as I spat the head of Coach's cock out and pushed myself up, sliding up the big guy's sweating, heaving torso, pressing the head of my cock against the slick base of Brady's pumping shaft. Fuck, what a sensation, feeling him all slick and hard and sliding along the underside of my cockhead, making me tingle all over as my cocktip nestled against my fingers, spreading them wider to make room for it. Spreading Coach wider to make room for me. Then Brady's fingers were alongside mine, stroking over the shiny, slow-pumping surface of his cock, looking for a way inside Coach. I dropped a wad of spit down on the busy stretch of flesh, and Brady started to push it up inside. Coach let out another low, strained moan, and suddenly he was all full of cock and fingers, with the head of my cock nudging impatiently at the straining ring of muscle too. "Since you like these cocks so much, Coach." I said, looking down into his eyes, "maybe we can give them both to you, yeah?" "Fuck," Brady growled, looking up at me lustily. "You can take it, right big guy?" he said into Coach's ear, his eyes never leaving mine. "Big, tough, strong guy like you, Coach," I said, thrusting my hips a little more, pressing against him more firmly. "You always taught us how important it is to push yourself, right?" "Push past what you think you can do," Brady continued, and fuck, I swore I heard Coach's voice saying those very words to us at training one day. "You gotta push past your limits, and find out who you can be." "Oh you fuckers," Coach hissed, but he wasn't saying no, and he sure wasn't pushing us away, Instead, it looked like he was bracing himself, and that sure looked like the go-ahead to me. Brady pulled back out of Coach, almost all the way, until the underside of his cockhead was just about to pop out. He looked up at me and nodded, that dirty grin on his face, and I nodded right back and pressed the head of my cock more firmly against the flange. We rocked our hips together, pressing up, and Coach grunted and growled and clutched even harder to the sides of the bench, the big bulky muscles of his arms chunking up powerfully as he bore down. I squirted some more lube down over my cockhead, watching it ooze and flow over Brady's and glaze Coach's stretched hole even more, and pushed some more, but no dice. Be patient, dude, I thought to myself. "Ease up, big guy," I said, rubbing the sweaty, furry terrain of Coach's belly soothingly. "I've seen other dudes do it, and they weren't half the stud you are." "C'mon, Coach," Brady added, in that voice he always used to coax what he wanted out of someone. I knew it well from the first time I'd sucked his cock, years ago now. Even better from the first time he'd gotten me to let him fuck me. "You got this, stud. Let your boys in, big guy." "God fuckin' damn you two," Coach growled, his eyes all fiery when he looked up at me, his face bright red with effort and beaded with sweat. He kept his eyes locked on mine, then literally gritted his teeth, and I could feel him bearing down against us. Trying to open up to us both. "We know you can take it, Coach," I said, dipping down so our faces were close. I leaned in and licked his lips. "We know you want to take us." I pressed in close to kiss him, long and deep, pushing my cockhead against Brady's, while my big brother reached around to work Coach's big, thick tits. I dunno, maybe the stars aligned or something, because I felt Brady rock his hips up, timed my own thrust with his, and we felt Coach's hole give, felt him slowly stretching, an incredible sensation of pressure that was just this side of painful... and then Coach almost howled into my mouth as I felt his intense, tight heat enveloping my cockhead, while my brother's big piece throbbed tight against mine as we breached Coach's hole together. For the first time since we'd entered the locker room, Coach's cock wasn't hard, and I could sure understand that. For all the crazy intensity, mental and physical, of what we were doing, I had a newfound respect for the big handsome stud, giving himself up to us like this. Fuck knows it couldn't have been easy, not as well hung as me and Brady were, Coach really getting the full experience of the big Barrett boy cocks he enjoyed so much. Beyond that, too, there was the amazing feeling of Brady's big stud balls pressed up against mine, the throb of his big cock against mine, slowly getting encased inside the hot, pulsing tightness of Coach's insides. I looked up at my brother, and found him staring hard at me, a kind of amazed look on his eyes, something like awe on his face as he looked at me. That felt crazy good, my insides all warmed at getting this newfound level of respect out of the big confident jock stud I'd idolized most of my life. I throbbed my cock against him in the extremely limited space we had, and he moaned and grinned and nodded up at me, giving me the go-ahead to push against him some more, to use my cock to drive us up further inside Coach together. We hit the limit not much beyond that, a few inches of brother flesh lodged inside Coach's chute, starting to run out of leverage the way we were positioned. We couldn't push any further, arrayed the way we were, and I sure as fuck didn't want to pull out - I wasn't super positive I even could pull out, I was so hard against my brother, Coach P so tight around us. "You need to sit back," Coach grunted, sweating even harder, the effort of all the cock he was taking written all over his ruggedly handsome face. "You big-dicked fucks have done enough. Gotta let me drive, if we're gonna do this. Jesus christ..." I lowered my ass onto the bench below me, and Brady and I rearranged our legs over the top of each other, staying as close as we could. For a minute there, it looked like Coach was gonna push one or both of us out, and I wasn't super sure we'd be able to get back inside him again. His face got all contorted as we shifted around, pressed up inside of him a little more, and then he flung one big arm round Brady's neck, the other around mine. Brady put his hands on Coach's thick flanks, I wrapped my arms round his torso, and together we hoisted him upright, watching his face carefully to make sure we weren't doing him any harm, until he was straddling us together. God damn, his hole looked obscene, crammed with two thick young jock cocks, all stretched out like I'd never imagined it could. Coach steadied himself, eyes scrunched up tight for a moment, and then he shuddered and sighed and planted his feet on the floor either side of the bench. Then the big muscles of his thighs bulged some more, and he lowered himself down onto us. "Aw fuck," I gasped, Brady moaning in reply, and now the tables had turned. Now it was more like Coach was fucking us, fucking us with his hole, swallowing us up inside of him slowly as he grunted and strained and bulged all over. He sank slowly down on us, enveloping our throbbing cocks with his incredible, pulsating tightness, his heat, taking us inside of him like fucking stud champion. I'd never felt so bonded with anybody before - bonded with my brother, bonded with my Coach, bonded as men on the deepest possible level. It was fucking intense. Right then, I guess I finally understood what guys meant when they talked about the connection you got fucking another man - I mean, I'd always felt that one way or another when I was fucking around with another dude, but never quite like this. The energy was crazy. I was totally hooked. "Fuck, look at you, Coach," Brady growled. "Taking all that cock like a fuckin' stud." I nodded in agreement, my hands joining my brother's stroking all over Coach P's big body, the sweaty, straining muscles, the damp fur, the incredible manliness of the big lug. Coach nodded at the compliment, starting to ride us slowly, almost gently, tentatively raising and lowering himself, groaning lower and huskier as our cocks sought new depths together inside of him. I watched his cock start to stir back to hardness again, engorging with blood as it rose once more, as he got into the sensations and found his rhythm. "You big-dicked fucks," he growled, pulling me in for a deep, wet, sloppy kiss, and that's when I knew Coach P was all-in on this ride. Brady ran one big hand up and down my thigh, still giving me that proud grin of his as we throbbed against each other inside Coach, and we just sat back and let him do the work for awhile. The sensations were intense, the tightness of the man enveloping us, the steady throb of my brother wedged up beside me, the insane, hot connectedness of this whole scene. Once it seemed like Coach had found his groove, and had gotten somewhat comfortable being stuffed like he was - well, maybe comfortable wasn't the word, but he didn't seem to hate it, either - Brady and I sat back a little, propping ourselves up on our hands, and started to fuck together with him. In a lot of ways, it was like we were cock-fucking each other, like the ultimate frot session, and I felt a hot flush of love for my studly big brother in the moment. He'd taken me on one hell of a journey, really helped me find myself as a man and a sexual being these past few years, and getting to have this crazy hot porn-like experience with him was the ultimate bro-bonding trip. Even better, he'd given me space to show myself and the man I wanted to be, and here he was, actively helping me demonstrate it. I wasn't just his kid brother anymore - I was a man, a man who could really fuck, just like him. I felt an incredible closeness with him that was way beyond the physical closeness we were sharing, our big young cocks implanted together up Coach P's tight-stretched hole. "I can't believe we're doing this," Coach grunted, his voice full of effort, but there was the heat in it that I knew well by now, too. "I can't believe you got both our cocks in ya, big guy," Brady said as he ground his up against mine inside Coach. "I can," I said, starting to really feel the man in me coming out now. "Big fucking stud ass was built to take us on, bro." I reached out and slapped the side of Coach's beefy glute for emphasis, getting a grunt out of him and Brady both as I grinned at them, and fucked up against Brady some more. Brady fixed me with another wicked grin, and it got to be kind of a contest between us as we set to trying to fuck each other off up inside Coach's depths. We didn't have a lot of room to move, much of a range of motion to exploit, so we focused intently on grinding each other off, enjoying the sensations of being so intensely cock-to-cock, while Coach pulsated all around us, stretching to envelop us with his heat, milking us from the inside. I leaned in and started to suck on one of Coach's furred tits, suckling on the big stiff peak of flesh, finding the fresh hardness of his big dick with one hand. I wanted all of them both, as much as I could get, and I guess Brady was feeling the same way, as he ducked his head under Coach's twisted torso to latch onto his other tit. We found a rhythm and got to work, Coach meeting us halfway as we fucked as much of ourselves as we could up into him, and soon the three of us were panting, starting to get short of breath, the telltale flush spreading over Coach's beefy torso, letting us know he was well on the way to getting his nut. That inspired us to work harder, and I focused on trying to make Brady nut off inside him, knowing he was gonna do his damnedest to do the same to me. "C'mon, fuck me, you big-dicked bastards," Coach growled, really getting into it now. "You wanted this... you got it... now show me you know what the fuck to do with it." "Just as much as you wanted it, Coach," I panted up at him. "All the young jock cock you could handle, you big cock-loving fuck." "Are we too much for you to handle, Coach?" Brady grunted, grinning as he got into the dirty-talking game. "Don't tell me you haven't been thinking about this since you found out I had a little brother, you big bottom stud." "Since you found out my cock was just as big as my big brother's, Coach," I said through gritted teeth, as Coach rumbled deep in his chest and fucked himself down on us more intently. "Since you found out I like to fuck man ass as much as he does." "Just like you showed him, Coach," Brady chimed in. "Showed my baby bro how to fuck a man's ass for real. How to really dick a big older stud down like a goddamn pro." Shit, I didn't know whose benefit this was for, Coach's or mine, but Brady was getting to me, alright, buttering me up as he tried to fuck me off. "Wouldn't be here if you hadn't shown him how to fuck first, Coach," I panted. "Teaching your sophomore stud how to fuck a man. So he could come home and fuck me. Show me how men do." "Fuck!" Coach growled, grabbing my jaw and thrusting his tongue into my mouth as he fucked himself down on us. I could feel his big dick throbbing and slick in my fist as I stroked him, knowing he was getting close, super close. I pressed the head of my cock harder up against the underside of Brady's, right in the trigger spot, and did my best to pump at him like a machine, knowing the two of us together were hitting Coach's spot, and this was all so close, so close... It was Brady who lost it first, out of the blue, all his big studly college-jock muscles flexing up hard as he got The Look on his face, shivering and grunting as his fingers dug into the muscles of my thigh, his big cock pulsing against mine. Then the sudden spreading, flowing warmth of his cum, squirting out of his cock, pasting Coach's insides, coating the head of my throbbing cock, spurt after spurt of hot thick big-brother cum. "Fuck, bro!" I gasped, as Coach bore down on us both, squeezing us tight as I pushed up into him, against Brady's spurting glans, and felt my orgasm sink its hot claws into me too. "Cumming, Coach!" I grunted, staring up at him as I started to shoot, adding my spurts to my brother's inside of him, shooting together as we filled Coach with hot young cock and cum like we'd never done before. The whole thing was like a domino effect, Coach's big, thick fingers sinking into my shoulder as his eyes rolled up towards the ceiling, his mouth dropping open, his cock pulsing in my stroking hand. He let out a deep, long, loud, wordless roar that echoed off the locker room walls, a beastly bellow of pleasure and release as the cum rocketed out of his cock, shooting up between us like the jets of a fountain, raining down hot and thick on my face and chest and the top of my head as the three of us shot off together. "Fuck yeah, Coach!" Brady cheered as the big guy quaked and shot and moaned. Coach P huffed like the beast he was, growling low in his throat as his big chest heaved, coming down from his hard cum, dripping with sweat and seed. The way we were arranged inside of him, my cock had to come out first. I extracted it slowly, loving the thick, creamy flow of cum that followed, cascading down over Brady's big, spent balls. Coach immediately reached down, cupping his hand underneath them, and when Brady followed suit, his heavy, wet dick sliding free, I got a crazy glimpse of Coach's gaping, spermy hole before he cupped his hand under it. Jesus fuck, it was so lewd. Sure enough he had a palm full of our cum, and as if everything that had just happened wasn't hot enough, the sight of him unashamedly leaning in to lick our combined brother cum from his cupped hand was enough to make my cock stir all over again. "Oh you hot fuck, Coach," Brady grunted, pulling the man's head in to kiss him, and after a moment to enjoy the sight, I pushed my way in to join them as we shared each other's tongues and spit and cum. Coach was definitely walking funny as we headed to the showers, wincing a little as he staggered stiff-legged into the room where me and Brady had soaped ourselves up hundreds of times over the years, never imagining we'd find ourselves doing it again under these circumstances. "Fuck bro," Brady said, nudging me as we followed Coach's powerful, flushed body into the showers. "Look at all our cum leaking out of him." Man, that made for a hell of a sight, trails of our creamy brother cum starting to ooze down the insides of Coach P's thick thighs. We closed the gap between us and him quickly, stepping him onto the tile in a rush. "What -" he started to say, then let out a low moan as we dropped to our knees behind him, spread his juicy ass open, and got to work licking him together, cleaning up the salty, tangy trails of our cum from his inner thighs and the puffy, still-closing mess of his hole. Our tongues met there in the middle, and me and my big brother made out hungrily, sloppily, sharing our seed between us in a grunting, lusty bro kiss, before sliding up Coach's big body to fold him into it with us. "Christ, I haven't been fucked like that since college," Coach chuckled as we soaped ourselves and each other down. Brady and I looked at each other, a little surprised, as he fondled our hanging dicks. "What - you think I could take all this cock if this was my first trip round the block?" Coach said, giving us a wink as we burst out laughing. "So, what you're telling us is... we could make this happen again?" Brady grinned as he stroked one soapy hand over the thick mound of Coach's ass in a slow caress. "Not anytime this week, that's for sure," Coach grumbled, wincing and flinching a little as I traced one finger lightly over the puffy flesh surrounding his hole, still kind of amazed me and Brady had both fit up there just a few minutes ago. "Don't worry, Coach, we wanna take good care of this stud hole," I said, and fuck it was a thrill to talk to him like that. From the looks on his and Brady's faces, I wasn't the only one enjoying it. "Exactly," Brady said, rubbing Coach's ass, and for once he didn't have the cocky smirk on his face - he was all sincerity. "It's an honor to get to tap this ass. And a privilege to get to share it with my bro here." The way Brady looked at me then, I could have tackled his sexy ass to the shower floor and given my ass up to him right there. Which, come to think of it... "We're gonna take good care of you, Coach P," I said, giving him a sincere look. "All of you. It's a Barrett Bros promise." "Fuckin' big-dicked Barrett boys," Coach chuckled, shaking his head as he drews us in closer under the shower spray, those big dicks of ours pressing up against the thickness of his furry thighs, and already starting to thicken up again. "Big-dicked Barrett *men*, Coach," Brady said with a grin, winking at me, slinging one arm round my shoulders to draw me in with them, and into whatever happened next. -- The End --