Coach Larson’s First Buck

"That's not how you block, Eckman!" Bryan Larson shouted from the sidelines of the practice field. The Bisons were coming off of a strong 2016 season but Coach Larson wanted more for 2017. He wanted a division win and a championship. The main practice for the day was done but he and Zach Gill were taking some extra time for additional drills with the O line.

A young man stood on the other side of the fence. Not part of the team or part of the staff. The good thing about Eastham State was the low-key vibes around practice, and it was easy for people into the community to come watch.

As Larson walked back to look at his playbook and notes, when he noticed the kid. Young, jock looking, maybe 5'10" and with a compact, taut build. Cute, Coach thought in an abstract way, brown hair cut medium short and blue eyed and dimpled. Real jock next door type.

"Looking good, Coach," the young guy flashed a smile.

Bryan nodded. Normally he'd be annoyed by an onlooker interrupting his work like this. But they were almost done, and there was something innocent looking about the kid. "Thanks. You a brother of one of the guys?" he asked. The dude looked solidly built but was clearly younger than a college student.

That brought those dimples out as he the jock replied. "Nah," he said. "I just came here to watch you, Coach..." and as he saw the look for surprise and incomprehension on Larson's face, well, he expected that. "I mean, I saw you on TV last year and I popped a huge boner, you know. I dunno, I'd just love to fuck you... figured I'd take a chance and come down...."

"Jesus," Larson hissed. His immediate impulse was to call the young man crazy, that he was a married man. But the knowledge flashed to his head that he had in fact been fooling around with another man lately. An Army reservist in his mid-30s, also married and enjoying some buddy sex on the down low. Bryan had kept it a once-a-month kind of thing, but it was a welcome release and chance to explore sex with another man... sucking, JO, even fucking. That knowledge made Bryan blush red in front of this jock, like the kid could see right through him.

"Come on, man, you wanna, right?" the jock coaxed in a low voice and with an affable grin. "It'd be hot."

Bryan's heart raced. There was something disarming about this cute fucker, disarming in an unfamiliar way. Different than his Army fuck buddy. Different than the sports reporter he slept with on a bowl game trip two years ago. Still, he kept his senses about him. "Man, how old are you?"

The jock was unfazed. "18," he replied. "Honest." But as if misreading Larson's objections, he added, "But I know what I'm doing in the sack, Coach. Promise."

"God," Bryan grunted, his handsome blond looks looking somehow just as attractive in his stern authority-figure mode. He could somehow not bring himself to say "no" outright.

The jock got a more earnest look on his face, dropping the nice kid smile. "Look... my parents are out of town for a couple of days. I have the house to myself... here, give me your hand..."

For some reason Larson extended his right hand forward. Maybe the jock was gonna give him a handshake. He looked around, but everything was normal. Coach Gill was wrapping up the drills. No one was paying any attention.

"I'm Jake," the kid introduced himself was he gripped Coach's hand and pulled out a pen, writing an address on it. "1512 Brentwood Circle," Bryan say scrawled in ink as he pulled it back.

"Trust your gut, Coach," was the last thing the teen said before putting his hands in his jeans pockets and turning to walk away from the field.

* * *

It was crazy. Crazier than crazy. But after shrugging off the encounter as one of those weird experiences, Bryan Larson found himself driving to 1512 Brentwood Circle. Maybe it was the no strings, direct approach. Maybe it was pure curiosity. But there was a good deal of lust, too. Larson was surprisingly turned on by the high schooler and his confidence.

He rang the door bell and about ten seconds later, Jake answered it, wearing only a pair of sweatpants from his high school wrestling team. A thick long boner stuck up obscenely in them, but equally obscene was that body... shirtless and hunky and rippled with teen muscle. For a young man his age he had rounded shoulders and bulging arms that knotted into round biceps.

"Hey Coach, come in," Jake said, like he was expecting the man. "I've just been edging to some porn."

Larson felt like a deer in the headlights but he followed Jake inside. "You sure it's OK? I mean your folks...?"

Jake flashed that winning grin and stepped up to the 6'1" older, football-built stud. "For a hot guy, you worry a lot," he said with a slight chuckle as his hands touched Byran's hips and his lips approached Larson's.

It wasn't that Bryan hadn't kissed guys he'd fooled around with. But he clearly hadn't experienced a kiss like this. It was like Jake was bringing his A game to making out, not too hard charging, just the right amount of finesse, just the right amount of forwardness with the tongue. Bryan melted into it, moaning softly into the teen's mouth.

He couldn't help it. He traced his hands along that bare, smooth muscle and finally reached down and gripped the stud's boner. It was big, bigger than he initially realized. He could almost feel the teen's smirk through the kiss. They pulled back, simultanously and Larson looked down. That ridge of prick was fat and extended to the waistband, even at an angle. Whatever oily lubricant Jake was using had stained a spot in the cotton, which just made the sight even more obscene.

With a grin, Jake eased the waistband over his cock and slid the sweatpants down. That cock was magnificent. Hard, veiny, and uncut, it tapered ever so slightly but was thick the whole 7.5 inch length. And a pair of fuzzy golf-ball-sized testicles hung beneath, barely a centimeter below the shaft. The pubes were a little fuller but still sparse in their brown fur.

"I'm feeling overdressed, Larson," Jake said with a sexy leer. Calling Bryan by his last name for the first time that evening.

Bryan gulped and looked into Jake's eyes. Hungry, on a mission. Fuck it, Bryan wanted this too. He peeled off his quarter zip and T-shirt then started undoing his jeans while kicking off his shoes. He'd gone from hesitant to all-in. He'd have to reckon with the inappropriateness of all this later.

"Love the blond fur..." Jake hissed as he felt up Bryan's front side. "hot fucking daddy..."

Bryan's cock twitched at the touch and the words. This kid was 22 years his junior and at that moment, Larson found that contrast hot as fuck. His hands were now openly on this hot young stud, feeling up every inch he could reach. From the strong back to round ass to the top of the hamstrings.

"You play a sport," he said as much as asked.

"Some football, some baseball, but wrestling's my main sport," Jake answered, gripping Bryan's hand and guiding it to his uncut erection.

"God you're big," Larson gasped. He never was ashamed of his own 6 and a halfer, but he was definitely outmanned in length and girth.

"Why don't you suck it, Larson?" Jake's tone was friendly, still, almost cliche good Mormon kid, but the words had an edge to them.

Bryan took another look and nodded. Then crouched down in the living room of some family he didn't even know. And he started licking that wrestler dong.

"Yes..." Jake hissed as he pressed his hips forward to give Larson fuller access and put his hands on his hips expectantly. "Dude... I'm so fucking horny, you have no idea." The voice showing a definite turned-on edge.

Bryan rose to the challenge. He'd actually gone down on his Army fuck buddy pretty regularly and was now thankful for the experience. He suckled the head and foreskin some before taking the full stalk into his mouth.

Even Jake was impressed. It wasn't a full-blown deep throat, but Larson was working a good five inches with his mouth and throat. It was feeling good, too good.

"Hold up, man... shit you're too good at that," Jake smiled as he leaned down to kiss the hunky coach. "Let's take it to my room, OK?"

Bryan nodded excitedly, standing up with an erection as hard as he could remember. He was even leaking, which he never did. It all felt new and exciting and naughty as hell. Sneaking over to some teen's house, being taken back to his room.

Jake's room was everything Bryan would expect too. A masculine space, a little messy with clothes strewn on the floor and an unmade double bed. Wrestling trophies were lined up on the dresser and desk, and a few music posters covered the walls.

But Larson was surprised to see the bedside table topped with a couple of bottles of poppers and different lubricants... baby oil, Albolene, and Swiss Navy, the latter in a big-pump size.

"Where did you get turned on to this?" Larson said with amusement as he picked up one of the brown bottles. His Army friend liked to sniff them when bottoming but otherwise Bryan had never encountered them. This was the last place he thought he would, too.

The jock just shrugged. "There was a recruiter visiting a couple months ago... he turned me on to the stuff. I know some guys like it cause it helps them bottom, but I like it topping, too... so ordered some."

Bryan had to laugh at the absurdity of it. "No shit?" he exclaimed setting down the bottle.

The teen laughed along but was earnest. "For real. Thank god for discreet packaging, huh?" he added.

Jake plopped onto the bed, his hardon sticking up as he patted the free space next to him. "Come on, Larson," he urged. "We know why you came over here."

Bryan in fact wasn't sure why he came over. But he was finding out, fast. He stepped up and climbed onto the bed. Jake snaked his arm around Larson's waist and pulled his blond-furred middle-aged body toward him. Their kiss was electric, more sexual this time as it fed off the feedback loop of need forming between the two men. They humped hardons and clung to each other's naked body. This was nothing like Larson's Army fuckbuddy trysts. This was better.

Particularly once Jake started kissing along his neck and along the spot right behind the ear. Bryan moaned and Jake chuckled to have discovered that spot. He pulled back for another soft kiss on the mouth before kissing down Bryan's dad bod.

The Coach almost thought he was gonna get a blow job now, like with his Army friend. Only Jake lifted up his legs and pushed them back, exposing Larson's furred cunt to his gaze.

"Fuck man, that's beautiful," the teen growled. "Better than I thought it would be, even." And like that Jake dove in, licking the fur around the pucker, then the pucker itself.

"Goddamn," the 40 year old hissed. He'd experienced a rim job, but that was just a thirty-second flit of the tongue. This wrestler was truly eating his hole out. It surprised the coach but more that that surprised him how much he loved it. Like a ticklish feeling that became something else. His hard leaked more along his belly as he now held his own legs back and his hips up to feed Jake his exposed cunt.

The young stud went at it, too. For a good solid ten minutes before finally rising up and grabbing some baby oil to pour onto the cunt hole. "God, that's a hot ass, Larson," Jake growled as a finger pressed in while his other hand dribbled some oil on his thick, heavy dong.

The first time Jake had fucked a man, he'd gone out and bought a twelve pack of condoms in preparation. But the guy, the father of one of his buddies, had never asked for one. It took the third daddy conquest before Jake even got a request to rubber up. But he discovered that the "just the tip" trick always worked. Playing dumb as he worked the hole with the end of his cock. Pretty soon he was tapping a raw ass.

After a few times of that, Jake tossed the rubbers in the trash.

He got into position now, edging the tip right against Larson's cheek while his fingers saw in and out. With a determined look he picked up the brown bottle and uncapped it, offering it to the coach.

Bryan shook his head, unsure.

"Come on, Coach," Jake sai. "I'm pretty well hung. This will make it easier for you. I promise."

Bryan relented and inhaled through his nose. It was like airplane glue or turpentine and not pleasant for the first couple of seconds. Then his heart pounded and a heat spread over his body. Bryan Larson wanted to get fucked, bad.

The man expected Jake to take a huff, too, given what he said, only the teen held the bottle and urged Bryan to take another hit. Those skilled fingers worked his ring and deeper, rooting for that spot.

The man started really feeling it, flying high. Jake pressed his 7.5 inch tool in place and barely pushed in. Maybe an inch. Maybe just a half an inch just working the leaking tip of Larson's ring.

"Come on, stud, you don't gotta go slow" - was what Bryan almost said. Instead, out of his mouth came a deep, "oh my fucking god." He'd never felt sensations this kid was giving him. Just a repeated tease of his cunt, making him want more.

Only Jake didn't give him more. Not yet. The 18 year old knew what he was doing. He rode Larson's ring for five minutes before he brought that vial up to his nose and took a deep huff. And a couple more. Then he plowed into Larson's guts all the way. Deep, resting a second before going for the hard strokes. A good solid six minutes of hard athletic fucking, as Jake passed the poppers back and forth between them.

Larson felt helpless to do anything but to lie there and take it, pretty quickly cumming on the wrestler's masterful cock, seconds before Jake's body did a couple of quick final shoves and unloaded his seed deep into the married man's guts.

They kissed, hungrily but less urgently, in that missionary fuck position. Bryan felt so completely USED and he had to admit it was magnificent. That orgasm was so deep and complete.

Eventually Jake pulled out, his heavy dick still firm. Softly his fingers massaged the cum-wet hole between Larson's cheeks. "Fuck, man, that was incredible," the jock grinned.

"I'll say. Where did you learn how to fuck like that? I... almost passed out I came so hard."

"It's all about finding the right spot, Coach," Jake just said. He lay beside the older man and pulled his warm, moist body toward his, making out with Bryan softly in the full-sized bed.

"I should go," Larson finally said, reaching down to take one last feel of that dick which had fucked him to heaven just now.

"Stay over, Larson," Jake pleaded. "Come on, it'll be fun." Already his mouth was kissing along the man's neck, and toward that magic spot....

"All right," Bryan relented, unbelievably feeling his erection return, so soon.

* * *

Bryan roused early and was temporarily disoriented about where he was. Then the wrestling trophies and the teen posters made him star to realize. He couldn't believe he put out for a young stud almost 22 years younger than him.

Just then, Jake shuffled his body behind Larson, running that strong arm over the older man's furry front.

"Hmmm," Jake moaned, clearly waking up too. That thick long piece of young-jock morning wood rode against Bryan's full muscular ass and pressed its leaking tip against the small of his back. Involuntarily, Bryan leaned back against that muscle, enjoying the strong embrace and the kisses long the neck.

Until the guilt hit. Fuck, he shouldn't have stayed over, no matter what the jock said. Larson had let his dick do the thinking for him. He'd been doing that more, but this was a whole other level. Now, he heard voices in the house, down the hall. The kids' parents. Fuck.

But as Jake kissed along that spot behind Coach's ear, it was like all the guilt and misgivings flipped into something else. A naughty thrill and sexual urge. The sex last night had been toe-curling good. Incredible. Even snuggling up with the teen wrestler and all-around athlete had been a new, exciting experience for Larson. No dumping your load on the DL and splitting. The teen had this intense sexual energy that had Bryan under his spell.

The 40-year-old pressed his ass back against the leaking iron-hard boner just as Jake's hand eased down his belly to grip his own daddy erection. "You're horny in the morning, too, huh?" Jake chuckled in his soft morning voice. He slowly worked Bryan's hardon and humped into his backside. The more he ground into that Coach ass the more Bryan half expected Jake to take him right then and there.

But instead Jake pushed right against the pucker. Not like last night, not working it back and forth - just holding it there, while he kissed Larson's neck and caressed his bod.

That ass was surprisingly tight now, and that 7 and a half incher didn't enter right away. Until it did. As if on autopilot, that Coach hole opened up and accepted its morning fuck. Jake's dick was mostly dry, just tacky-wet at the leaking tip, but Coach's insides were wet. Real wet. Jake had shot off twice last night and each load had been a healthy one.

It was an incredible combination for both men. Until the friction got too much for Bryan. "Easy," he urged, but just then that vial appeared.

"This will help, man," Jake said, and it did.

As Bryan took in the fumes, fewer than last night, but enough, he felt everything start to feel real good. The side position definitely helped Bryan adjust to the impaling, which was deeper now. And when he now voluntarily huffed the poppers a second time, his mind was right back to previous night, getting opened up and speared by Jake's teen cock.

There they were, cozy in Jake's full-sized bed, fucking side by side, and Bryan was getting in a deep sexual zone... the smell of sweat and cum.... the hormonal scent of a young man on the pillows and sheets.... the flexing of that teen muscle pressed solidly against his own muscular back.... the scent of bacon.

Fuck! The parents noises were louder now, and Bryan nervously tried to suppress his moans.

"Come on, Coach, don't be shy... Don't need to be quiet..." Jake was speaking at full volume, just like last night, just like that second fuck when he'd gone all verbal on Larson.

Those hips worked faster, jackhammering Bryan's already spasming cunt. Urgent and dominant. How the fuck was this kid 18? Words came out of Larson's mouth, not even caring now he potentially had an audience outside the door of this jock's bedroom. Maybe even getting turned on by it.

"Fuck me, Jake!" he cried out. Not a yell, but real loud. "Fuck my hungry hole, stud."

That turned on Jake like nothing else. He fucked faster now, churning the previous night's cream into butter around Larson's pucker, adding nasty sloshing sounds to their mating. "It's a cunt, Larson. You got a fucking cunt."

Oh god, this Buck was gonna fuck away his resistance mentally, too. "Yes... take my daddy cunt... own it bud."

That did it. Jake pulled Bryan toward him in a bear hug and unleashed his third load inside him. No longer speaking, just mewling against Bryan's now salty-sweaty neck.

Larson embraced it. Goddamn, he loved getting loaded up by this young man. It was making him reassess his sexuality. Not only his desire for men, but a distinct desire for a younger, in-charge buck like Jake. If they made any other young jocks this fucking good at it.

The only problem was, Larson didn't get off. Getting nailed missionary had somehow hit his p-spot just right last night, but the stimulation this morning worked him up but didn't give him that needed release. He started to reach down to his aching erection. Maybe he could tug a load out before Jake finally withdrew.

Only the teen was now maneuvering Bryan onto his belly, effortlessly using one of his wrestling moves. Damn, this stud should bottle his mojo, Larson decided as once again the jock began fucking. Not as fast or hard, but covering Larson's meaty build with his own youthful one. If the first fuck had been for Jake, the second one let the jock consciously use his big, slightly tapered dick to work over the older man's prostate. Bryan didn't think himself a passive lover, but he was helpless to do anything but lie there and get fucked by an expert.

Coach clenched the sweaty bedsheets and felt the pleasure rise in his body. There was some stimulation of his cock, but most of it came from his insides.

"Damn, you're a fucking good lay, Coach," Jake breathed, his voice now giving away that he was getting real excited too.

Bryan nodded and saw Jake's hand appear with that vial again. One last huff did it. The fumes hit Larson's head and everything went to another plateau of pleasure.

He heard Jake take a good sniff behind him then the jock started fucking hard. The headboard hit the wall loudly and rhythmically, louder than last night even. Undoubtedly the parents could hear, but neither one cared at that moment. They needed sex like this, hard and deep.

Bryan came first, barely. Jake's big dong fucked the cum right out of him, onto the sheets. It was a more intense orgasm than last night, even.

Jake orgasmed and kind of collapsed on Larson's sweaty back. "Fuck yeah," he hissed as he rested a second then gave another soft kiss to the neck and rolled off. He gave a light slap to Bryan's ass as he got off the bed and went to check his phone, like nothing had just happened.

Bryan lay still, head turned to the side but otherwise in a fucked-out, relaxed face-down position as his eyes traced over the corded teen muscle of Jake's exposed body, and the cum covered cock hanging still semi hard from his small tuft of pubic hair. Bryan's crack felt fully wet now, lewd and nasty, but that sensation just added to his dreamy appreciation of his top.

There was a knock on the door and Bryan's body clenched nervously, but Jake tossed the phone onto the bed and went to open the door, fully naked and without warning.

"Time to get up sport," came the father's voice. The man was an older version of the jock, strikingly handsome. He peered in and saw the 40 year old in his son's bed, as Bryan quickly pulled a sheet over his body. And undoubtedly he could smell the overpowering smell of sex in the air But the dad didn't miss a beat. He turned back to Jake. "Breakfast is ready and you don't want to be late to school."

"Down in a minute, Dad," Jake said politely. He strutted back in and found some shorts and a T-shirt to put on. "Wanna stay for breakfast, Larson?" he asked nonchalantly.

* * *

Coach Larson didn't intend to stay. It was embarrassing enough coming down the stairs and seeing Jake's parents there. He had his car keys in hand, ready to leave.

"Aren't you going to stay for breakfast, Mr...?" Jake's mother asked.

"Larson," the father chimed in. "We're big Bisons fan in this house," he grinned.

"Well, Frank is," Mrs. Larson said. "I'm afraid I don't follow... football, is it?"

"Yes, ma'am, football," Bryan replied with a blush.

"Well, I'll be personally offended if you don't have some breakfast with us," she smiled. "I made extra you know."

Bryan relented and it was all so surreal. Family kitchen table, like some Ozzie and Harriet scene. Frank asking him a million questions about the upcoming Eastham State Football season. Then the regular small talk, and Jake's parents asking their son if he was ready for his math test.

"I got this, Mom... besides I have Mr. Presswood eating out of my hand..."

Bryan looked on. God, the kid could eat. He shoveled in the eggs, bacon, and toast and went back for more. And more bacon. "Jake's sure got an appetite, doesn't he?" the father joked. "Practically eats us out of house and home."

"Coach knows how us young guys are, Dad," Jake cracked, pressing his bare leg against Bryan's leg. "I mean, he sees athletes bulking up and stuff all the time."

The crazy thing was, by the time they finished it seemed almost normal to Bryan. Jake went up to shower and change, and the coach stayed to chat with the parents.

"Hope you can come by again, Mr. Larson," the mother said cheerfully as she gathered up the plates.

"Ready?" Jake said as he came down dressed for school. Jeans, sweatshirt, and a backpack slung over his shoulder.

"Yeah," Bryan replied. "Nice to meet you Frank... and Linda...." he bid goodbye to Jake's parents.

As they stepped outside his nervousness came back. "So Jake... think I can get your number?" Bryan asked.

The wrestler gave a knowing grin. "Sorry Larson, I'm not the dating time. I'm kind of a player actually."

"Oh," the man said. Feeling strangely dejected. This 18 year old had upended his life, more than he even realized. And now it was just a fuck and go kind of situation.

Jake paused, a little contrite but also with an impish expression. "If it'll make you feel any better you can suck my dick before I got to school."

"You serious?" Larson replied, not sure if he was more surprised by the kid's brazenness or his quick sexual recovery time.

Jake nodded with a cocky grin. "I gave you four good fucks, Larson... seems like the least you could do to repay me... I'll be late to school, but Coach can write a note to excuse me...."

* * *

Larson did it. He got in the front seat of that jock's car and gave him a blowjob. After Jake came, the cocky attitude was gone and the sweet talker was back. "Seriously, Coach, thank you. Everything... last night... this morning.... was perfect." And Jake gave him one last final kiss goodbye before the 40-year-old slipped out and walked back to his own vehicle.

That was over 24 hours ago. Now, Bryan couldn't get his mind of Jake. His hole felt empty, and along with it some part of his psyche. It didn't help that the ink hadn't fully come off on his hand. The address was no longer legible, but Bryan could see it still. It gave him a weird satisfaction.

He stayed late in practice, and when he got out, his mind was somewhere else. In Jake's bedroom. He needed some youthful energy around him, so he decided to walk around campus. He'd maybe noticed some of the more attractive students before but strolling around now, he couldn't believe how many hot younger men there were. Jocks, fraternity guys, just regular stud college dudes. He passed a couple of the latter on the quad and they made eye contact. A flash of recognition at the football coach. But maybe more.

"Evening, Coach," the shorter one said. Cute fucker. Like an older Jake, Coach thought, only the voice was surprisingly deep for a college kid.

"Good evening fellas." Normally Larson would keep walking on, but tonight he stopped. "Say fellas, it's been a long day... you know someplace a guy like me could go to unwind a little?" His eye contact was heavier now, hoping they'd catch his drift.

The two studs looked at each other communicating silently. "We were just heading back to our dorm, Coach... if you want, you can come hang with us."

* * *

The second walk of shame didn't feel as bad, even as Bryan Larson slipped out of the dorm building at 7:30 AM. Neither college dude had matched Jake's technique, but as a duo... well, two was better than one. Bryan felt a complete satisfaction from head to toe. It was a temporary feeling he knew, but for now he'd savor it.

He didn't even notice Coach Gill's quiet demeanor that day. Zach had in fact asked for a rubber with Jake and like the rest Jake had urged him to just let that tip of the cock work his ring... just a little. Now Zac was coming to work with three teen loads in his guts.

But Bryan was in a good mood all day. It lasted to the next day, even. And it got even better when a package arrived. Simple brown paper wrapping. And an incomplete address "Coach Larson / Eastham State Football"

Larson had to laugh when he opened up and saw a scrawled note. "No hard feelings?"

No signature, but beneath it was a used varsity wrestling singlet, some baby oil, and a bottle of poppers.