Football Camp

I was feeling like a stud the next morning. I'd fucked my first ass. And not any ass, but a big jock like McKinney.

That cock of the walk attitude lasted about twenty minutes once we hit the practice field. We were switching up positions, defense guys doing office drills and vice versa. Coach Jenkins was running mine and gone was good guy Jenkins. For the next two hours I was barked at, yelled out, as basically the man broke me and the other QBs down.

Only when Aaron Mitchell, probably the QB with the biggest star potential among us, about collapsed in exhaustion did he let up and let his see his friendly smile again. "All right, guys, take 20. And lots of water."

We were cursing Jenkins under our breath as we collapsed on the grass near the water station.

"I don't see how you do it," I said to Joe as we talked later at lunch. "I feel beat up."

He nodded. "If it makes you feel any better, Barrett had me feeling I was just some Pop Warner player. Those agility drills.... fuck! I don't think I'll be able to move my ankle for a week."

We laughed at our mutual exhaustion. The saving grace was an early afternoon thunderstorm that was threatening to roll through. The coaches took the opportunity to spend a couple of hours inside, briefing us on strategy and playcalling.

So it was about 3 before we were out on the field again, trodging our cleats through the wet grassy sod. Some light scrimmage play, touch rather than tackle, as they kept cycling us QBs in and out. It was tough playing against these elite defensive guys, much harder than the normal opponents I had back home. I was starting to get the hang of working in the pocket when I heard a whistle blow.

"Griffin!" It was Coach Barrett, who was at the sidelines. "Over here."

It took me a second to register the command but as soon as I did I trotted over, the humid heat be damned.

He took a second to eye me up and down, his poker face aided by the sunglasses he wore. "Let's work on your form."

"Sure, Coach," I said. I thought he was going to run a few drills right there on the sideline but instead he gave a gruff "Cmon" and started walking down the warmup area that was a few dozen yards off to the side of the bleachers. I followed him, taking the occasion to appreciate the man's form. Just a smidge shorter than me, maybe 6'5", he had a strong back and compact build. And one hell of an ass that showed in his mesh shorts. I thought of what Joe had said about me being better hung than Coach B and I wished I had the chance to see for myself.

I snapped out of my daydream as we got to the area and Barrett had me do some throws with an imaginary ball. Scoping out my form as I did a few reps. Finally he stopped me and described a few corrections he wanted me to make. Leaning forward less on the step off, cleaner follow through. I tried a couple of times, and then Barrett walked behind me.

"Keep going, Griffin," he instructed, even as I felt his body close behind mine and his arms wrap around. "Now slow this time." I about lost my breath as I felt his hand guide mine and his powerful chest press up against my back. If it hadn't been for the jockstrap I was wearing I would have been full on boned.

"That's it, Griffin, just like that..." Coach encouraged me, as he guided my arm further straight up, less flared out.

Then I felt his left hand on my waist, the fingers making contact with my bare flesh as my jersey rode up. It stayed there too, for a few more reps, till Coach patted my side before finally stepping back.

"Now with the ball," he said, a grin on his face where I'd barely seen one all week. He seemed to have a glint in his eye, or maybe I was imagining it.

Fuck, all this talk with McKinney, and the sex last night, was weighing on my brain, making me imagine stuff. I pushed that aside and sprinted over to a good throwing distance. I took on Barrett's instructions and threw the best throws I could. Controlled but powerful beeline throws right into Coach's hands.

"Attaboy, Griffin!" he bellowed, clearly pleased with my ability. That made me feel like a stud, I'll tell you.

After a few back and forth, he finally said it was time to rejoin the others. As we walked back up, he placed his hand on my shoulder. "You're a tall one aren't ya, Alex?"

"Yes, sir," I replied.

He gave my shoulder muscle a playful squeeze. "Well you got the right stuff, all right. Maybe this week we can have a talk about things you can work on this next year."

I smiled big, I know, as I looked into his friendly handsome face. "I'd like that, Coach."

He smirked and seemed to want to say something. For sure his eyes were looking right into mine, holding that gaze for a little longer than normal. But we were getting close to the main field and he just gave one more pat and a wink.

"All right, then. Now... we got thirty minutes left of practice... go show some hustle."

* * * *

When we got back to our room after dinner, Joe McKinney was all smiles.

"So.... you got some one-on-one time with Barrett huh?"

I nodded. It felt like I could confide in my partner in crime. "And how. He got real close as we worked on my form."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I just about popped a bone right then and there."

"You should have man. Bet ya Barrett would have taken the bait. A hung guy like you throwing hard."

"It may have been innocent," I mused. "Only it didn't feel that way somehow...."

"Course it's not. Coach is just feeling you out. Just like Jeffers did with me."

It was only then that I noticed an excited smirk on Joe's face. "Dude, did anything happen with you two?"

He shook his head no, grinning. "Not yet, Griff. But he asked me to come around his room around 8:30. Close as you get to a date in this North Texas hellhole."

"Fuck," I muttered. "You think he's gonna...?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he's gonna. And I'm ready for it man. Jeffers is a stud and a half."

Joe had no argument from me there.

It was a trip to see the defensive player check his reflection at least three times as he got ready to head over the coaches quarters. We technically weren't supposed to leave the barracks but the day light was fading and we weren't really being surveilled. After all there was nowhere for any of us to go.

"Wish me luck," my roommate said as he opened the door.

"Good luck, buddy," I grinned.

After he left, I plopped on the sofa and peeled down my shorts. My dick was bone hard, and I was more than a little jealous of Joe. Maybe of Stan Jeffers, too. I wouldn't have minded dipping my prick into my roommate's tight asshole once again.

Beyond that, I wasn't sure what I would do with the opportunity with a Coach. I had the feeling I wasn't ready to bend over like Joe did. I didn't know what kind of experience McKinney had had with sex, but he'd clearly had some. I felt like a newbie in every sense. I just knew I was horny as fuck.

And as I stroked my rod, my mind traveled immediately to the man who made me the horniest. Coach Tom Barrett. I shut my eyes and pictured him vividly. His light brown hair getting a few silver flecks now. His clean-shaven and suntanned face. His brown eyes that seemed almost pleading. The casual masculine way he walked. His ass.

Cum started spurting from my cock as I orgasmed. Not as deep a cum as inside McKinney's hole but it felt like a nice way to end the day.

I wiped off and crawled into bed. It was barely nine but I was exhausted all over. It took me less than a minute to fall asleep.

* * * *

When I woke up, Joe still wasn't there. I was a little concerned till I saw him join us in breakfast hall, a big grin on his face.

We were sitting with a bunch of other guys so we couldn't talk about the previous night but once we headed over to the field house to change, I pulled him aside. "So, buddy... good night?"

"Fuck, yeah," Joe growled. "Only I'm surprised I can walk steady. Jeffers fucked me to town and back."

"Wow," I said. I mean, I knew, at least suspected, something had gone down. But that sounded intense, at least for a coach and player.

"Tell me about it. He doesn't have your size, Griff, but something hot about making it with a coach, you know."

I didn't know, actually, but could only imagine. We were getting to the field house so had to cut off our conversation.

Practice that day wasn't that tough. I think the coaching staff knew how hard they'd pushed us the last couple of days. And with the summer weather getting even hotter that day, we spent much of the day indoors, doing some strength and agility training.

Emotionally, though, it was tough on me. I craved more time with Coach Barrett. But he never seemed to pay me any extra attention today, and his gruff business as usual manner was back. I felt myself looking to him, but then would feel silly, like someone with a schoolgirl crush.

I think McKinney could read my mood because during a water break he came up and whispered in my ear. "Don't worry Griff, he's just playing hard to get." Joe could say the craziest things, and I could never tell if he believed what he said.

For the rest of the day I did notice Coach Jeffers spending extra time with Joe, and I could sense a camaraderie between them. It was a trip to think about.

The last hour of practice was actually the hardest, as we had to run sprints. I held up better than some of the other guys, but I was feeling pretty winded by the time we broke. The staff had wet towels to help up cool off. As I slowly trotted my way to the field house, I felt a presence beside me. Coach Barrett had jogged up to walk alongside me.

"Didn't get to work with you much today, Griffin... want to meet up after dinner, go over some of the stuff we talked about yesterday?"

I nodded dumbly. "Yeah, sure."

He gave a wink and patted my sweaty shoulder. "All right then. Just come by my room at the inn." The coaches were staying at an on-campus hotel. A basic kind of place it seemed but I'd take it over the cinderblock dorms us players were staying in. "I'm in 117."

With that he trotted off.

My heart was pounding and I was excited and nervous all through dinner. I whispered to Joe that I had an appointment with the Coach.

"See," he whispered back excitedly. "I told you Barrett was hot for you, man."

"We'll see," I replied, trying not to get too excited. "I'm not even sure that's what he's after. He might just want to talk football."

"Trust me on this, Griff."

I nodded. I started to feel a little cocky even, that I was the one Coach had singled out. Even if it was just for football, I craved the man's attention and felt honored I'd gotten it.

Only as it came time to go see him, I felt more nervous. I realize he hadn't specified a time. I didn't want to go too early, but I didn't want to keep him waiting. I lingered over my dinner, chatting with the other guys and finally decided that Coach had said "after dinner." I might as well go up to see him.

I was nervous too, walking into the on-campus hotel, but no one seemed to bat an eye. I figured after all I had every reason to come see Coach.

I found room 117 and knocked on the door, almost holding my breath as I did. The sight as he opened the door took me off guard. Tom Barrett was wearing only a pair of khaki shorts and his bare chest could only be described as magnificent. Perfectly sculpted muscle with powerful pecs and a taut abdomen, framed by rounded shoulders and strong arms. His torso was covered in a good amount of light brown hair. I could tell his skin and hair was still damp from the shower.

"Hey Alex, come in. I just stepped out of the shower, hope you don't mind."

"Nah Coach," I said, feeling the coolness of the air conditioning in the room, a luxury I wish Joe and I had had the last week.

He sat on the bed and gestured for me to do the same. "So, I wanted to talk about your strength training back home. What are you doing for that?"

It was matter of fact Barrett all right, getting right down to business. I described my normal routine, which was more just "hit the gym" rather than anything in particular.

Coach listened and then suggested I amp up my workouts in general. "I'll write up a good workout plan if you want."

"That'd be awesome Coach," I replied. Coach J back home encouraged me but he didn't have Barrett's experience or expertise.

Barrett's serious face flashed a quick smile. "Why don't you stand up, take off that shirt?" he asked.

I did as instructed and the man eyed my body. I felt self conscious, wishing I'd had a bit more bulk on me. Maybe like McKinney. But Barrett did let on to any disapproval, it was like he was impartially appraising me. "Turn around," he said softly.

The second I did I felt his fingers graze the back of my legs, sending goosebumps along the flesh.

"You gotta work the legs. Squats, deadlifts, be sure to fit a second set in each week. Particularly important for tall dudes like us. All the while, he ran his fingers up along my hamstring. "Will help you with your balance on the field."

"Yes, sir," I muttered.

I could sense Barrett stand up behind me. Even with the air conditioning I could feel the warmth from his body close.

"You work out your chest a lot?" he asked, his voice closer to my ear now. I wouldn't call it seductive but his voice was deep and melodious and was turning me on.

"Yessir," I said, the lump forming in my throat now. I didn't want to act like a doofus.

"Good, only be sure not to neglect your back. It's just as important." Then I felt his hands, both of them, touch my bare back. First they seemed to explore my muscle but it was soon pretty clear there was no good reason for Barrett to be touching me like this. His hands were outright caressing my skin. That very knowledge, along with the sensation, gave me a boner. "This feel OK, Griffin?"

"Yeah, Coach," I said, leaning back a little into his hands. I stopped trying to will my erection down and my dick poked up in my mesh shorts.

He kept rubbing my back then working to massage my shoulders gently. That felt even better, particularly because it let Barrett step up and press his fur-covered chest against me.

"How green are you at this Griffin?"

I wished right then I was more grown up, more experienced. I wanted to be Coach's peer. But I figured I couldn't bluff on the matter. "I've fooled around a little. With a teammate," I said, not mentioning Joe by name. "This feels a lot hotter, Coach."

I heard him chuckle. "Sounds like you didn't get very far with your teammate." Then his hands traveled down my front, exciting the hell out of me.

"Oh we got really far. I just didn't realize how good this part felt." I felt his finger tips trace along my stomach and I let out a soft groan. "God that probably sounded like something a chick would say," I joked.

Thankfully Coach laughed. "Not at all, stud. I like this part too. Want to feel me up for a bit?"

Excitedly I turned around. God, his body was magnificent and it felt even better to touch. The muscle was warm, almost hot, against my fingers and definitely hard. I think I was more excited than I'd ever been in my life. Particularly the way Barrett stood still and let me explore his body.

"You like it, Griffin?"

I nodded. "Oh God yeah. You're so hot coach."

"I had the feeling you'd been eyeing me up all week."

I probably blushed a little, like a kid caught in the cookie jar.

"I've been eyeing you, too, Alex," he muttered, then he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. It was my first time kissing another time, but somehow I knew just what to do. I opened my lips and let Barrett's tongue into my mouth. And I returned the gesture, battling his tongue softly with mine.

"Nice," the man said as he pulled back after a while. His hands now ran along my back, softly, slowly. "So... Alex.... how far did you get with your teammate."

I felt a little more confident now. "We stroked off. And I fucked his ass, coach."

"You liked that?"

"Yes, sir. A lot."

He smirked and reached down between us to grab my swollen crotch. "Fuck, Griffin!" he hissed. "I thought you'd be hung, but... fuck!"

That was one hell of an ego boost, all right. And Coach's hand felt really good. "Want to touch it, Coach?" I asked.

"Yeah," he replied and didn't waste time gripping the elastic band of my shorts and pulling it over the spike of my erection before pulling the clothing down my legs entirely. I kicked them off and stood naked in front of this hunk of a QB coach. "Damn..." Barrett said as he ran his fingers up and down my dick, leaning back a little to get a look at it. "That's a hell of a beauty you got, Griffin."

"Thanks, sir," I said.

One of his hands cupped my balls while the other began stroking it with an expert touch. "Your teammate was able to take all of this?"

"Yes, sir," I said. I knew I had a decent sized dick, but it hadn't occurred to me I was extraordinarily big. "Can I see yours, Coach?"

He nodded and stepped back, undoing his shorts and peeling them off. He'd gone commando and a thick erection popped out. His crotch was hairy but he'd kept his balls shaved and the whole sight was horny as fuck. Coach looked like a man all over, and the thickness of his prick just added to the effect.

"That's beautiful, Coach," I said.

Barrett ate up my praise and I was glad his gruff demeanor was gone. It was like I was bringing out his playful side. "You get me so hard, kid." He let out a sigh as his dick twitched. "I take it this is your first time with an older man?"

"Yes sir. Hopefully not my last."

"Maybe we can arrange for some more fun the rest of the week," Barrett said. "Gotta keep this to ourselves though. You know?"

"Of course, Coach."

He started stroking his dick and I decided to match his actions, figuring that's what he wanted to do. Just jerk off together. I was A-OK with that idea.

"Anything you feel like doing Griffin?"

"I don't know," I stammered. "It's all great Coach. I don't have a lot of experience."

"But you've fucked ass." His eyes were fixing on mine as he pumped his thick dick.

"Yeah, Coach." My own pleasure was rising.

"And you liked it, right?"

"Loved it. I mean, what's not to like?"

Coach grinned. "You got a point, kid." We stroked some more, feet apart, our hands moving in tandem. "You feel like fucking me, Griffin?"

I had to remove my hand from my cock or I would have blown my wad then and there. That's how hot the idea was. My balls tingled and my dick surged with each heartbeat, dripping profusely at the tip.

"I take it that's a yes," Barrett laughed.

"Yes, sir," I said.

"Just take it easy, stud. It's been a while for me and you got a big dick."

I nodded as I watched Coach Barrett walk to the bathroom and rustle through his toiletries bag. He came back with a vial. He popped the lid and squirted some clear liquid onto his fingers. Casually he reached back and applied it between his crack, then repeated the process.

He then gripped my boner and slicked me up. Not too much, the friction was just perfect. It felt different than the Vaseline. Then Barrett lay back on the bed, positioning his butt near the edge and lifting his legs. His whole body was an amazing sight to see, from the thick-built legs to the way his nipples looked thick and vascular underneath the chest hair. I was boned as fuck.

"Why don't you finger me first, open me up?"

"Yes, sir," I replied stepping up. I think I groaned louder than Barrett once my finger touched his hot pucker. The heat and the tightness and just the idea that this was Coach's private spot turned me the fuck on. I circled his hole, eliciting a "fuck yeah" from Coach. Then I pressed in.

I can't say I knew what I was doing. But I loved doing it. Fingering Coach. And Barrett started encouraging me, at first telling me what to do, how deep or fast to go. But soon he was smiling any time I surprised him, which just egged me on to mix it up more. Finally, as I dug in deep and curled up my finger, I got an excited reaction from Barrett. His back arched and his prick thwacked repeated on his belly.

"Holy fuck, you found my spot, Griffin. Right... fucking... there... Aw yeah, kid."

I grinned in pride. I was going to wait till Coach told me to go ahead with my dick but I was horny to fuck and I wanted to see if I could hit that spot with my cock. I withdrew my hand and guided my erection to his hole.

Coach nodded but cautioned me to go slow.

I did, as tough as that was. His hole felt amazing, better than McKinney's, if possible. The way it gripped me, the way I felt being sucked in. Gradually I inched my dick inside, till about three inches in when I felt the tightness give way a little and all of a sudden I was boning coach fully.

He let out a deep exhale of breath and reached up to grip my waist. "Fuck!" He hissed. "Damn, you're a big boy."

"Yes, sir," I answered dumbly, not sure if he was enjoying my size or regretting it. I held still, examining his face for a sign that he was OK. Coach took in another breath then nodded up at me. I took the cue and pulled back slow and entered him again. Then once more. I was fucking Coach Barrett and I was on an incredible high.

Soon he urged me on. "Fuck me, Griffin. Fuck my hole."

I did. For about five glorious minutes I worked up my pace. Maybe I was concentrating on doing things right. I know I was trying hard not too cum too quickly. Barrett looked up at me and asked, "You enjoying this Griff?"

"Oh yeah, Coach," I muttered. "Just trying not to cum yet."

I shifted my position holding his legs up higher so I could stand more upright. As I powered back in, Coach got real fucking excited.

"Oh Fuck! You hit my spot again Griff... Oh fuck, keep doing that.... right there, man." He gripped his bone and started tugging wildly as I fucked him. His orgasm wasn't a simple blast but a cascade as first the precum spurted out, then his first real ejaculation, then multiple spurts. Coach was having one hell of an orgasm.

His ass was doing a number on my prick, too. I couldn't stop my orgasm, it was like those internal muscles were milking me, pulling out all my juice in a steady stream. I came buckets inside the man.

We met in a soft kiss as we recovered and I slowly withdrew. Matter of fact Barrett was back, but he seemed more relaxed. Happier. "Wanna shower off first, Griffin?"

I actually wanted to lie next to this perfect man, but I also knew I was covered with lube and the sticky remnants of our sex. I should shower off before heading back.

It felt a real luxury using a proper hotel shower rather than a dorm stall and I felt like I could stay under the water forever. My first time fucking a real man, I thought, my cock chubbing up at the idea. And a stud like Barrett. I soaped my cock and felt it firm up in my fist. Not a full-on erection, but a half hard tube that hung heavy between my legs.

Barrett was ready for his turn when I turned off the water and stepped out. "Jesus, you boning up again, Griffin?" he teased reaching out to touch my prick. I got a lot closer to a real bone when he did.

"You turn me on, sir."

That made Coach smile. "Wanna see something wild, stud?" he asked then turned around and spread his legs. My eyes went immediately to his powerful ass, but then I saw what he was referring to. My cum was trickling down the inside of his thighs, in a heavy pearly-white river. "You always shoot this much?"

"Guess so," I said, reaching down to cup his ass and dig in a little to feel the spermy wetness. I met his mouth for a hot kiss and I felt his body tense in renewed lust.

"Let me rinse off and I'll take care of you."

I grinned and let go of him. I stepped back and realized I was fully hard. I let Barrett shower off and went to lay back on the bed. Hands behind my back, cock rigid. Yeah, another round of sex sounded awesome.

* * * *

It was just about sunset when I got back to my room. Joe was reading an ESPN magazine on the sofa area of our room and he looked up with an expectant expression as I walked in.

I wasn't going to tell him. After all Coach Barrett asked me to keep it to ourselves. But instinctively I knew I could trust McKinney. With a smirk I walked over to the desk where I'd left my wallet. I fished out a bill and handed it over to my roommate.

"Here, I owe you twenty." He didn't seem to comprehend, so I explained. "I believe we made a bet about Barrett's dick size, and mine. Turns out I'm bigger."

"Fuckin A!" Joe said excitedly. "I knew something would happen!"

I got in serious mode. "You can't say a word, bro. Not to anyone. Not even Jeffers."

"I swear man. For real." The linebacker leaned back, his beefy bare chest on display. If I hadn't just had toe curling sex with Coach B, I'd have been all over Joe. "But man, you gotta tell me how it was."

I plopped down on the couch next to him. "Amazing bro. Got my first blow job," I boasted. Barrett had blown me for round two, and the experience had blown my mind.

"And..." McKinney was living vicariously through me for a change, and I relished it.

"Un-fucking-believable," I said with a grin. "And I fucked his ass too."

"No way!" Then, getting his normal self back, he added, "Fuck, I knew he'd be hot for your form, Griff."

I nodded. "Dude had a crazy hot hole, too. Just fucking milked my load right outta my balls." I'd heard guys in my high school brag about their sexual conquests, talking in detail about the girls they'd balled, and I always thought they were douchebags. But now that I'd experienced an amazing lay, here I was enjoying bragging about Coach Barrett. Maybe it just felt good to have a buddy I could confide in and share this amazing experience with.

Joe ate it up, too. Asking me further questions. Asking if I was going to go back over for a repeat.

"I'd love to man," I said. "He kind of implied something would happen again, but we didn't make any plans."

"Big Man Griffin," Joe said, shaking his head.

"What about you, bro? Got another date with Jeffers?"

"We'll see, Griff," Joe said with a wistful look on his face, like he wasn't sure there would be. "I get so fucking horny in this place. Nothing to do but fuck you know?"

Joe McKinney could say some outrageous shit, but I was starting to wonder if he was right.