Date: Tue, 2 Jun 2020 15:29:25 -0300
From: NDog456 . <ndog456nifty@gmail.com>
Subject: Pig Coach

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This story contains elements of raunch and consensual underage sex. This
may include piss, feet, musk, fisting, etc. If you aren't into it, don't
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"Brady! Get your ass in here!"


The guys in the locker room smirked and eyed me, watching as I began the
walk of shame to Coach's office.


They knew what was going on. We all did. Word about what had happened
before practice that day had spread like wildfire. Before the school day
had even ended, I had been asked by just about everyone to spill the
beans. And considering the circumstances, it's no surprise Coach wanted to
talk to me.


As I opened the door, I saw Coach at his desk, with a scowl like always.
That was the thing about Coach. You could never tell what emotion he was
really feeling because it was hidden under a deep layer of thought and
general anger at the world, until something gave him a reason to be
happy. I stepped in and closed the door behind me.


Coach was a big man. Strong, sturdy, with tight and defined muscle. His
most defining feature was his chest. Those pecs were so large they
resembled chiseled pillowy man-tits more so than just any old chest. He was
tall, hairy, and moved with an authority about himself.


"Sit down," he barked, a bit softer than when he had yelled for me. I
obliged, and sat myself in the soft office chair, trying my hardest not to
look him in the eyes as he stared me down.


He was quiet for a second, twiddling his thumbs as I looked down in my
lap. Finally, he coughed and spoke.


"So I'm assuming you know why you're here," he said.


I just nodded silently.


I saw him purse his lips and exhale heavily, the sound of him tapping his
foot audible. He was clearly deep in thought about this. I can't blame
him. It was a hard discussion to have.


"So... can you tell me why the fuck you thought it was okay to jerk one out
in the bathroom?"


I sighed, him saying it making the situation feel so much more real. I
thought for a moment before just shaking my head.


"Hmm?" he said, probing me.


"No," I said with a sigh. I shifted in my seat. "I can't."


Coach grunted. "Well there must be a reason! I don't get a call from the
principal telling me my star player got caught shining his knob, buckin'
and moanin' in the bathroom unless there's something to justify it! So tell
me, what justifies that?"


I just shrugged. "I dunno I just needed to..." I said faintly.


Coach chuckled. "Well, I mean, I know how that feels, but still. You can't
be doing that shit."


I lowered my head. "I know..."


Coach let out one little "hmm" in amusement. He grinned coyly. "If you're
gonna do it, be stealthy, man!"


I wasn't expecting that. My head pulled up, one eyebrow slightly furrowed,
the other slightly raised. What?


That made Coach laugh. "I jerk off in bathrooms all the time, kid! I'm just
not a fuckin' pervert about it!"


I nervously laughed. What the fuck was going on? I thought I was in
trouble, and here Coach is condoning me.


"Yeah man, when nature calls, nature calls! You can't expect a man to hold
back his urges, not a real one at least!"


I just blinked, a blank look on my face. "So you jerk off in public too?"


Coach grinned wide. "Oh hell yeah, man! The moment I feel an urge I just
slip out and crank one! No shame in it."


I chuckled. Well hell! Here I was all worked up and scared, and I had no
reason to be! Coach understood my desires perfectly.


"I've done it everywhere. Gas station bathrooms, parks, weddings, you name
it!" he said happily. "So... did ya' even finish?"


I sighed. "No, I didn't get to. I had been edgin' for a few hours, skippin'
class in the stall, and right when I was gonna blow, I guess I got too
excited and loud and some fuckin' band kid found me!"


Coach`s expression neutralized, then went back to a grin, before settling
on a sort of bewilderment.


"First off, I just want to say that you're a boy after my own heart edging
like that. Secondly, you didn't get to cum?! I bet you're fuckin' blue
balled!" he said, seeming somewhat genuinely angry. Guess he didn't like to
hear another man being deprived of an orgasm.


I chuckled nervously. "A little, yeah." I ruffled my hair. "It's just that
I hadn't jerked off in a day or two and I needed it bad."


Coach nodded. "I hear ya man. That teenage libido. Most men lose theirs,
but I feel lucky I haven't. I jerk off twice a day."


I grinned deviously. "Just jerk off?"


Couch laughed. "I have more sex in a week than you've had in your life, if
that's why you're trying to say, boy."


We both laughed and fully relaxed. Having this talk made me feel a lot
better not only about the situation but myself.


"So uh, what were you doin' while you edged? Like what kept you goin'?"
Coach said, cutting off my laugh.


I furrowed one brow in confusion. "Well whad'dya mean?"


Couch chuckled in a rumble. "Well... did you focus on the feeling? Were ya
watchin' porn?"


I nervously chuckled again, almost a giggle. "I was uh... watching porn
yeah..."


Coach just grinned wider. "What was it, huh?"


Jesus he was forward. I was glad we could relax and talk about our desires
like buddies but I was caught off guard.


"Well uh... y'know... just regular stuff," I muttered, embarrassed. The
truth of the matter was I was watching some pretty raunchy shit. Piss,
fists, and all were in there.


Coach bellowed in laughter. "Oh come on boy! Stop bein' so damn shy!
Consider this a bonding experience."


I was still quiet. I wasn't even out as gay, much less as some pervert into
sweaty men licking each other's armpits while they piss in each other's
asses.


"I don't know it was just some video," I said. Coach sat quietly, waiting
for me to talk while I just chuckled nervously, the grin never leaving his
face.


"Well I'll tell you what..." Coach said. He grabbed his computer monitor,
spinning it so it was visible to both of us, the cables pulling up some
from the hole in the desk they were filed through. "I'll show you what I
get off to instead."


I laughed. "Okay, Coach, if you want to," I said as he began clicking,
pulling up his web browser.


"Hell yeah I do! Nothin' like sharing the fun!" Coach said as he pulled up
some skeevy looking porn site. Whatever it was, it wasn't Pornhub.


I adjusted in my chair, leaning back, eyes transfixed on the monitor. I
couldn't believe this was happening. Just a few minutes ago, I thought I
was going to be kicked off the team. Now, I was about to watch porn with
Coach!


Coach grinned again as he seemed to find the right video. "Here we go!" he
said, leaning back in his chair, putting his arms behind his head. His
probably a size-too-small sports polo clung to his muscles like skin to
bone.


As the video started, I couldn't believe my eyes. Two guys, both in leather
harnesses, were outdoors in some public park looking space. It was clearly
homemade, as the camera quality wasn't great and was stationary on
something as the two men went at it.


They pulled each other in close and started making out, grunting, yanking
each other's harnesses as they grinded bodies. They were clearly already
slick with sweat, and their cocks were rock hard.


"You're gay?!" I said, whipping my head to Coach.


He just laughed in a low, bassy rumble. "Not quite! Bisexual."


This just kept getting crazier. Not only did Coach share the same horniness
and affinity for public masturbation as I did, he was also into men! And
from the looks of it, he might be in to the same kind of sex I was.


The two men on screen were in a different position now, with one of the men
on his knees in front of the other. The standing man had started pissing,
moaning as he coated the man below him in his urine.


"Wow Coach..." I said, trying my hardest not to get turned on.


Coach just smiled at me quickly before looking back at the screen, licking
his lips.


The man on the ground got up from being pissed on and folded himself over,
almost touching his toes. The man that had been pissing on him gripped him
by his waist and rubbed him over, slapping his ass aggressively.


I just whistled in appreciation. "So not only are you gay, you're into the
same type of shit as me... that's crazy!" I said, shaking my head.


Coach wiggled his brow. "Oh really?" he said. "You into that nasty stuff?"


I laughed and laid back, crossing my arms. "Well what do you call nasty,
Coach?"


Coach looked me in the eyes, and I felt something shift. His eyes went from
playful to something more... inquisitive.


"Hmmm... well, I was thinking stuff like men pissin' and fistin' each
other, slobberin' all over each other's cocks and holes, cummin' deep
inside each other and fartin' it back out into each other's mouths. That
turn you on boy?"


Fuck. It did.


"Mmmm, maybe just a little," I said, almost biting my lip. I felt my cock
stir in my pants, twitching in approval as I imagined it all. Except, in my
imagination, it was Coach and I.


Coach grinned again, but it was different. Less goofy more sultry. I think
he was getting in to it too.


"Just a little? That tent in your shorts says otherwise," Coach said before
licking his lips.


I did bite my lip that time. Was Coach coming on to me? If he was, I was
about to find out.


"Well maybe a lot a bit. What about you Coach? You in to high school boys
jerking their dripping wet cocks in the bathroom while they watch porn and
sniff their own pits?"


Coach narrowed his eyes as he grinned wider. "You have no idea, boy."


We just sat in silence for a moment, both of us breathing a little faster,
staring into each other's eyes. I licked my lips, and opened my mouth in a
small pant as my cock stood at full attention.


Suddenly, Coach growled.


"Come here fucker!" he said in a bark, breaking the silence.


He didn't have to ask me twice. I all but leapt over that desk, slamming
forward into Coach and locking lips with him, our tongues instantly sliding
in and fighting for dominance. We were grunting and panting, rubbing each
other's backs like blind men.


"You nasty little pig... mmmf... I'm gonna have fun with you," Coach
grunted between kisses, our tongues slobbering and sliding all over each
other. Spit coated our lips.


We broke the kiss and stared into each other's eyes for a moment, breathing
heavy. Coach let out an exhale and grinned before pulling back and sliding
everything on his desk to one side, leaving a big blank area.


He jumped up onto the desk and spread his legs, facing the end of it. I
walked to that end placed my hands inbetween his legs, unzipping and
unbuttoning his khaki pants and yanking them down. Underneath was a
jockstrap, weathered and frayed with a few small holes in the fabric. It
looked almost dirty.


I dove in, suckling his fat bulge through the fabric. I pressed my tongue
around where the bottom of his cock would be, pushing it with my tongue. It
tasted like Coach had blown a load or two in it before washing it out.


Coach moaned as I suctioned his bulge with my mouth, almost frantically
licking all over and coating it with my spit.


"Yeah boy, get in there," he said, stroking one of his meaty, hairy thighs.


I pressed my face underneath his bulge, pressing my nose into his taint as
he leaned back, letting the bulge rest on my head. Coach groaned as I
licked, trying to press my tongue inside the fabric.


Coach pulled the front of his jock down, letting his chubbed cock and balls
spill out. He grabbed his cock and jerked it, letting it get harder as we
looked at each other.


"Get naked for me boy, I want to see what those other boys see in the
locker room."


I obliged, moving back and peeling off my shorts and t-shirt, my
free-balling cock and balls bouncing out. Coach whistled in approval.


"God damn you're hung for your age!"


I grinned. "Thanks Coach, you're no shrimp yourself."


Coach's cock was probably a good 6.5 inches, but what it lacked in
ridiculous length, it made up for in girth. It was fat, veiny, and already
had a bead of precum at the tip. His balls were hefty and large.


I went to dive back in but Coach stopped me.


"Wait a minute," he said. "I don't want you to just focus on me."


He laid back on his desk before turning on his side, shifting stuff even
farther to the side, small things like Post-It Notes and pens rolling
off. "Let's squeeze on here and 69 each other," he said, grinning.


I exhaled out my nose in horny pleasure as I once again nearly dove onto
the desk, squeezing next to my Coach, putting his cock in my face.


We both started slurping on each other's tool, limbs dangling off the
desk. I gripped one of his meaty legs and he gripped mine as we went to
town bouncing our heads on each other's meaty cock.


Coach was a struggle to fit in my throat, but once I got in a groove, I was
going from tip to base, coating his rod in slobber. There was this certain
smell to him as I deepthroated his length. It was warm and musky, like he
had been building up the kind of sweat that sticks your balls to your
thighs.


Coach was slurping on my tool loudly, and each press deep into his throat
was enough to make me almost buck. I could almost feel the sticky-wet spit
sliding off my balls as he power sucked me.


We were both just grunting and groaning like pigs, sucking each other's
rods sloppy and hard. I kept bouncing into Coach's crotch, intentionally
jabbing his penis as far down my throat it would go. I swirled my tongue
around the tip of his penis, my jaw strained from its girth.


Suddenly, Coach pulled back with a gasp and a grunt, and I did the same,
catching my breath as drool slid down the side of my mouth, a string of
slobber connecting our mouths to each other's cocks.


"Fuck, kid, you're gonna make me cum already!" Coach breathed heavily,
shifting on the desk so his legs dangled off the side he sat in. I did the
same, laying one of my legs over his. He chuckled and gripped me before
locking me in a headlock, giving me a knuckle sandwich on the head.


"Who knew my star player was a cocksucker. And a goddamn good one at that,"
he said, holding me under his sweaty arm.


I bucked and flopped but couldn't get free. "And who knew... hrnnn... that
my coach was such a fuckin' pig!"


Coach laughed heartily at that one, letting me go. I broke free from his
grasp and immediately dove back towards his arm, lifting it to reveal his
sweat-soaked pit, the wet pool coating his shirt.


"Oh you like how I smell, huh?" Coach said, peeling his shirt off. He
lifted his arm back up to reveal his sweaty bush.


I dove back in, tongue out. I licked from bottom to top, sucking the hairs
clean. His stink was overwhelming, and I wanted it all over me. I pressed
my face into the hairs, almost making a snoring noise from how hard I was
sniffing in.


"G-god damn Coach! You stink!"


Coach just laughed as I worshipped his pit, grinding my hard cock against
his thick leg as I whined in pleasure.


"Yeah, I knew there was a good reason to not put on deodorant. Or shower
last night."


Suddenly, I felt Coach's hand grip my head and guide me roughly to his
other pit before being shoved in.


"Suck it clean, boy."


I moaned in pleasure and rolled the entire length of my tongue across the
hairy pit, sucking the skin underneath it. It was salty and hot, and dear
God did it smell amazing.


Coach pressed me in harder, grunting and squeezing my head as I rubbed my
face back and forth in the area, my nose pressed up against the skin. I
moaned and shook, my cock dripping precum, still sopping wet from Coach's
throatslime.


Eventually I broke away, shuddering in overwhelming pleasure. Coach put his
hands on my face and pulled me in. We started kissing, but much more
tenderly than before, our tongues flickering at each other like sparks
rather than thunder. It was more... intimate. I felt his passion.


I broke away from the kiss to see Coach grinning. He licked his lips before
speaking.


"You ever seen a mancunt up close, boy?" he said deviously.


"Like an asshole? I've had hookups and stu-"


"No, no, a mancunt. A big puffed out loose pussy," Coach said cutting me
off.


I grinned. "Can't say I have, no."


Coach just beamed even wider. "Well today's the day!"


Coach flopped back on his back, lifting his legs in the air. I slid off the
desk on to his side of it and knelt down. His ass was out and open through
his jock and what I saw amazed me.


His asshole was puffy and obviously well used, almost slit-like. It had a
thin layer of sweat on it, and it was bright pink, with just a thin layer
of hair on Coach's thick asscheeks.


"Holy shit!" I said, staring into it.


Coach rumbled. "Get in there, boy."


I didn't hesitate. I dove in and planted my lips right on his hole,
immediately suctioning to it and sliding my tongue across. Coach groaned in
pleasure and spread his cheeks further with his large hands, letting me
really dig in.


I probed my tongue in, pressing into his loose hole with no issue. His ass
was musky like his pits, that same sweaty stink mixed with something more
grounded and even manlier. It was driving me crazy.


I sloshed around at his hole, slobbering all up and down his crack,
flicking and fucking that destroyed ass with my tongue. It was clear that
years of some pretty intense assplay had been going on.


Coach just groaned and grunted, panting and whining as I dug in deeper and
harder into his ass.


"Fucking hell, man!" he roared, bucking on the desk as I sucked his cunt as
hard I could.


I pulled back for a moment, thick drool connecting his musky hole to my
mouth. I looked at it for a bit before pressing against it with two
fingers, rubbing it like a pussy. Coach moaned and I dove back in,
repeatedly sucking and unsucking his hole, loud slap sounds ringing out in
his office.


I pulled back, admiring his sloppy hole. After a moment of staring, Coach
caught his breath some and coughed to clear his throat.


"Fist me," he said, looking down at me, a bead of sweat rolling down his
forehead.


"Really?" I replied, spit smeared on my face.


"Hell yeah!" he roared. "I've taken two at a time, I love it!"


I grinned. Well don't mind if I do. I looked back at his hole and slid two
fingers in, almost no resistance pushing back. His ass was looser than most
pussies.


I added a third, then after a while, a fourth. I just slid in and out,
pressing out the walls of Coach's gaping ass while he moaned. My slobber
provided some form of lube in his already relaxed cunt, my fingers easily
pressing the puffy walls of his asshole apart.


I picked up the pace, beginning to pump those fingers in and out. The
inside of his hole was hot and wet, squeezing my fingers slightly as I
fingerfucked him. Coach moaned as my four-finger-flat hand slid in and out,
my thumb working as a stopping point at the bottom of his ass as I
pumped. Coach groaned and moaned, his ass plapping loudly.


"Fuck yeah boy, tear it up! Slam that fist in there now!"


I listened and pulled out, balling my hand into a fist. I pressed it
against Coach's loose slit and began pushing, the width of my hand slowly
pressing in. Coach roared in pleasure and I'm sure some other overwhelming
feeling as his ass loosely stretched around my big fist.


"Fuck that feels weird!" I said in laughter.


Coach laughed lightly, still breathing heavy. "You're telling me!"


Finally, with a little more pressure, my full fist slid in. Coach whined a
little and stroked his cock, his fat rod twitching in his hand. I began
pulling back out almost immediately, letting my hand get to the thickest
part before pushing back.


I did this for a while, just letting Coach's hole sit at the fattest part
of my fist for a while before rotating it a little inside him, fully
stretching those loose ass lips.


I started pulling my full fist out before immediately sliding it back in,
my pace rapidly increasing. Coach just kept groaning and grunting, his ass
close to get fist punched.


I was going full speed now, my fist slipping in and out of Coach's massive
hole in an almost mechanical rhythm, my speed fast enough to pull out and
punch in his lips again and again. Coach just kept groaning, trying his
hardest not to buck.


"Fuuuuuuuuck!" he cried, wriggling in pleasure.


Finally, I suddenly stopped, just pressing in a little deeper than
before. Coach groaned in a bit of relief, making me grin. "You hanging in
there, sir?"


Coach exhaled a laugh and smiled with his mouth open. "Fuck yeah I am! How
is it down there?"


I just smiled. "Fucking perfect."


I began pressing in, my thick bicep sliding into Coach's ass with ease. I
could tell whatever dildos he was taking were not only thick, but
long. Coach groaned and I pulled back down to the wrist before sliding back
in, pressing in a little further each time.


I was almost elbow deep in Coach's ass now. "How does it feel, boy?" Coach
said as if he was holding back a cry of sound, still slowly milking his
dick.


"It feels warm and sloppy," I cooed, watching a bead of sweat roll down
between his perfect pair of mantits.


Slowly, I pressed in to the elbow, feeling a little bit more resistance as
I went. Suddenly, I felt Coach tense up around my arm.


"Fuuuuuuck," he groaned as I looked up to see his thick, straight-up rod
start spraying piss like a geyser.


It sprayed out, raining down on him and sliding down his body and dripping
down. With my free arm, I reached forward and pulled his cock down some,
spraying the piss into my face. It was hot and salty and smelled like man.


"Fucking drink it you fucking pig!" Coach roared.


I did as he said, taking his meat in my mouth. Piss sprayed out the side of
my lips as I tried my best to keep a seal on it, drinking down as much hot
pee as I could. Coach's cock was too thick though, and it popped out of my
mouth and sprayed out onto the floor more before the stream stopped.


I panted, catching my breath as I slowly pulled my arm out, Coach's loose
ass walls and lips pulling with me. As I pulled out my fist, my face soaked
in piss, I saw his hole gasp, shrinking and expanding. His gape was ruby
red and soaked slimy, meaty, and thick.


"Fuck kid," Coach sighed out as he started rubbing his mancunt.


I got up and pressed my hand into Couch's lips, that mouth opening and
starting to suck my fingers, slurping and bouncing on them like a
dick. Coach groaned as he sucked his ass from my hand, flopping his tongue
loosely and sloppily around on my open hand.


Coach sat up, grinning. "Your turn, kid," he said deviously.


I feigned a gulp before laughing. "You think I can really take that
fucker?" I said, reaching forward and stroking his still erect cock, a bead
of precum sliding down it. My hand couldn't wrap all the way around it.


Coach grinned wider. That fucking grin, man. "I'm sure we can make it fit."


We swapped places, exchanging a quick kiss before I bent over his desk, my
ass out. Coach kneeled down and planted his face right in, kissing and
licking my hole aggressively. I moaned and twitched in pleasure, my rock
hard cock hanging off the edge of the desk. Coach moved down, licking in a
straight line from my head to my hole before pulling back and doing it
again.


I just whined and wriggled as Coach pressed his tongue into my hole, the
pressure building on it as he coated my crack in slobber. I felt a push as
Coach pressed two fingers to my hole and began pressing in, my ass
swallowing them to the knuckles. I moaned and clenched before relaxing on
his thick digits.


"Atta boy, relax that hole for me," Coach said, pushing in deeper with his
fingers. I groaned as Coach slid in a third finger, grunting as he did. He
placed one hand on my back, pressing me down as he fingered my butt. He was
getting faster and rougher with it, pumping in and out harshly, making my
cock twitch wildly.


He went at it for quite some time, just finger fucking me and chuckling
when I moaned as he pressed and stretched. His hand was warm and sweaty on
my back, and I felt myself sweating from overwhelming sensations.


Eventually he pulled his fingers out and stood up, positioning his cock
behind my hole. I felt its full length pressed against me, his cock feeling
impossibly thick. I braced myself, gripping the desk as Coach grabbed his
rod and began pressing, his tip trying to ease into my hole.


I groaned in response, my hole feeling impossibly stretched as he pressed
in, my breathing heavy and hot. Just the tip of Coach's big fat cock slid
in as I tried to press out, easing my hole. I heard Coach grunting as he
tried to press farther in to no avail. I was just too tight.


Coach exhaled out his nose in frustration and pulled back before slapping
my ass and laughing. "Well fuck, boy!" he said. "That hole's not giving up
without a fight!"


I heard him shuffling in the drawers next to me. I looked back as he pulled
out a little vial and unscrewed the top. He took a sniff and shuddered,
swinging his cock between his legs. "Fuck..." he murmured, closing his
eyes.


He looked at me. "You ever tried poppers, kid?"


I shook my head. "No but I've always wanted to!"


Coach grinned. "Well today's your lucky day. Close your other nostril and
breathe in deep. That'll loosen you up."


Coach handed me the small vial and I did as he said, holding it up to my
nose and breathing in. As I did I felt Coach start pressing in again. But
as he did, everything felt monumentally different. Coach slid in with
relative ease, his tip feeling like a hot knife into butter. I moaned in
pleasure as he sank in a few more inches, the wideness of his shaft really
pressing into me.


"There ya go, nice and loosened. Take a hit if you feel yourself tightening
up too much."


Coach started thrusting immediately, pumping his wide and muscled hips into
me, pushing that full length into my guts. I moaned in pleasure, trying not
to shake my legs. Coach pumped again, his heavy balls swinging into me. I
felt his grip on my back get tighter as he got into a groove, fucking me.


"Fuck your ass feels good, Brady," Coach said. "So fuckin' warm."


I just groaned in response, unable to speak. My tongue lolled out of my
mouth and I winced, my cock twitching yet again as Coach slammed in and out
of me, taking no time to breed me like a mare in heat. The room reeked of
sweat, mansex, and piss. I was still wet in the face from his piss, and I
couldn't help but drool onto his desk as Coach rammed me.


Within just a few minutes he was at full tempo, his thrusts making loud
slapping sounds as he railed me, my and his grunts accentuating every
thrust. He kept tightening his grip, occasionally slapping my ass.


"Ass looks even thicker out of uniform," Coach cooed as he reached down and
rubbed my ass in circles before moving down to my cock, reaching from
behind and starting to milk me.


I panted and bucked, pressing back into Coach's length. It was tearing me
up but God did it feel amazing. Each deep thrust would ram my prostate,
causing me to feel like I was on the edge of an orgasm each time. I started
gyrating against Coach's motions, pulling back as he pumped in and then
pushing back down so his cock would push as deep in as it could go.


"Oh you like that thick cock, pig? You like your coach's big fat tool?"


I just moaned in response. Coach reached around front and slid his fingers
in my mouth, still slick and wet from my ass. I sucked down on them,
coating them in my slobber.


Coach grunted and pressed down into me, leaning into my body. I felt him
freeze before he suddenly started jackhammering, his balls swinging wildly
into me, his base slapping me about two or three times a second. He was
fucking breeding me.


I shrieked in pleasure as my prostate was rubbed and rammed over and
over. Coach pulled me in and wrapped a thick arm around my neck as he
fucked, squeezing in on me as he got closer and closer to cumming. He
wasn't choking me, but he sure was holding me tight.


I clenched down around his cock, my hole sore but in heaven. Coach's rams
slowed to long, forceful rams going almos tip to base, stabbing my prostate
each time.


As Coach pushed in one final time with a groan, I felt myself shoot. Cum
erupted out of my cock all over the floor, shooting for what felt like
forever. Coach was cumming too, his warm sticky seed shooting inside me.


We held like that for a while, both of us sweaty, panting, and held tight
together. I felt Coach's tits rubbing my back, his sweaty skin rubbing on
mine. Coach chuckled a little, still catching his breath as he let go of me
and pulled out, stroking his cock.


"Fuuuuck, your ass looks fuckin' rammed kid!" Coach said. He knelt down and
pressed his face into my cheeks, tenderly licking at my sore cunt.


Suddenly, I felt a shift in my body. I pressed out a little, and out into
Coach's face came bursting out my cum with an airy blast. Coach groaned and
opened his mouth, catching some of the cum that didn't just shoot onto his
face. I groaned and pressed out more as I pushed out all the cum with small
queefs of air, Coach's thick seed dripping out of me.


Coach got up from the ground and gripped me, flipping me with ease onto my
back. His lower face was coated with his globby seed, the pearly cum
sliding down his reddened lips. He had the biggest shit eating grin I've
ever seen as he licked his lips, slurping the cum up.


I opened my mouth up, rolling my tongue out. "Ahhh," I groaned, pointing to
my mouth.


Coach grinned again and made a slurping sound before spitting down at me,
the glob of semen falling into my mouth. I moaned and lapped up the half
spit half cum mix, swallowing it down with ease.


I propped myself up and stood, standing face to face with my naked, sweaty,
cum and piss soaked Coach. Piss and cum was sprayed unevenly across the
floor, and the entire desk was coated in different liquids and globs,
everything shoved off to the side and the floor.


"Fuckin hell, Brady," Coach said, pulling me in close to him. We stood
chest to chest, his massive pecs overshadowing my torso.


"Fuckin hell, Coach," I replied back, coyly smiling.


Coach laughed and smacked my ass with one hand while squeezing me tighter
with another, our cocks rubbing each other.


"How's your cunt holding up?" Coach asked, rubbing my sore ass.


I just laughed. "How's YOURS?"


Coach exhaled through his nose. "Fair point."


We just stood for a while, rubbing each other's soaked bodies and
occasionally kissing, savoring the contact. Eventually we both pulled some
paper towels from Coach's drawers, soaked up our mess, and got
redressed. But nothing could undo the ruffled appearance of both of us.


"I hope you know this won't be a one time thing, bud," Coach said as we
walked out of his office together, hip to hip.


I chuckled. "No choice, huh?"


Coach smirked. "Like you would say no."


Coach swatted my ass and then gripped one cheek, squeezing it tight as we
walked. I gasped and then laughed, doing the same to him. I'm so glad I got
caught jerking off at school.


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That's it for this one! Woof. This one was a beast to write, but once I
started, there was no stopping me. This is by far the longest and most
in-depth story I've written, and I hope it paid off in the quality. I'm
wanting to really go in on the raunchiness, and I'm hoping this is a step
towards that. Let me know how you felt about this story! Feedback of any
kind is the reason I write.


I'm considering making this a series, but I'm not sure yet. Let me know if
that's something you would like to see!


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