Lake House Rules

I'd played varsity football for three years now, so of course I knew about Coach's lake house.

It was legendary among guys on the team, because each spring Coach Keller would invite all the senior players up for a celebration. A reward after a long hard season, before graduating. There was even rumors that he'd line up a keg and let the guys party, too.

And though the guys on the team didn't talk about it much, I gathered Coach K would invite some of the players who'd done particularly well up there from time to time.

Maybe that sort of thing wouldn't be allowed today, but then again, football is religion in my school, so maybe it still would. All I knew is I looked forward to that late April weekend when I got to see first hand what it was all about.

Turns out I didn't have to wait until April. It all started one late September afternoon, after a grueling practice. At least the late summer heat - heat that would extend well past August 31 - finally broke, making our scrimmage more bearable. And my game was getting better, too. I was a tight end, not Division I scholarship material, but the growth spurt I'd had sophomore year and the muscle I'd started putting on junior year was starting to be shaped into a good high school football player.

"What you doing this weekend, Jase?" Mike Malloy, the quarterback of the team, asked as we'd made our way back to the locker room. Mike and I had become good friends. Similarly tall at 6'4", both of our dads were ex-football-jocks, his a realtor, mine a corporate sales guy, so we both had football in the veins. Mike was getting hunted by every college scout, but he didn't let it go to his head. Beyond his attractive looks... dirty blond, blue eyed, ruddy cheeked.... there was a reason this guy was the most popular in school.

"It's my birthday actually. Parents taking me out to a steak dinner."

"Nice," he intoned. "Maybe we can hang out Sunday. I could use some help on my pre-calc homework." That's another thing about Mike. He took the student-athlete thing seriously, and was always asking for my help in his classes, since school came more naturally to me.

"Sure thing," I said. Sneaking in a glance at my friend. Truth be told, I'd crushed out on Mike Malloy since I'd met him freshman year and we'd played JV together. I still dated girls and had lost my virginity even, but the thoughts about guys weren't going away. Just the opposite.

Just then the quarterback saw Coach Nelson ahead of us, just breaking up a conversation with Kenneth Cantrell, the star wide receiver on our team.

"Hey Coach!" Mike called out.

If Mike Malloy was my buddy crush, Kevin Nelson was the hunk I let myself fantasize about for a deep stroke session from time to time. Just on the other side of 35, Coach N had played quarterback in college and had even gone pro for a year before injuries sidelined him. He was built well and perfectly proportioned, his muscle looking fuller now that he was a little older, but still showing a fit athletic tone. Best of all was his looks. Dirty blond, green eyes, perfect teeth, very handsome facial features. His hair was receding just a little but not much yet. To me it just reinforced his more adult masculinity.

"Malloy!" Coach N smiled. That's another reason for my crush. Nelson was the friendly assistant coach who liked to be our buddy. He was the good cop to Keller's gruff disciplinarian. "Way to hustle today. You, too, Green," he added, addressing me, and tossing the football suddenly toward my midsection to test my reflexes. I caught it, bringing a grin to the man.

"We still on for next weekend?" the quarterback asked.

"Um, yeah," Coach N said, seemingly a little nervous, like it was some private arrangement between the two.

Mike got a knowing grin and gave me a gentle punch to the shoulder. "Jase here is turning 18 this weekend."

"Well, happy birthday, Green," he said.

"Thanks, Coach."

"All right, men, I gotta make sure Hughes gets all the equipment." Tom Hughes was our ball boy.

Nelson hadn't been overly friendly with me, but just that bit of attention brightened my afternoon. God, I was fucked up, acting like some school girl swooning for her crush.

****

I hadn't put two and two together, and wouldn't for some time, but the next Monday Coach Keller called me into his office just as I was drying off from the shower after practice. I wrapped a towel around my waist and made my way to the cinder-block walled office just around the corner from the locker room.

Stan Keller was older than Coach Nelson, I'd guess late 40s, and he was a bigger guy. Big beefy build, a lot of muscle but a lot of bulk, too. Big massive chest, rounded shoulders and huge guns, but he had a belly that filled out his heather-gray coach T-shirt. He had a full head of hair, kept military short, getting a little salt and pepper, especially graying at the temples.

Like I say, Coach K was the disciplinarian and I always worried I was gonna get chewed out when I got called to his office. He looked up as I entered a serious expression on his face.

"What are you up to next weekend, Green?" he asked point blank.

"Nothing, Coach," I replied. I was wondering if he was going to have me come in for extra workouts or something.

"What do you think of coming up to my lake house? The weather should be nice, and it'll be just a few of the guys from the team."

"Yeah sir?" I asked, caught off guard but happy to receive the invitation.

Keller let a little hint of a smile form on his face. "I've been noticing your work at practice, Green. Consider this a little reward. Just don't tell any of the other guys."

"No sir." Obviously word spread about these get togethers, but I knew I wouldn't be the blabbermouth.

"I can talk to your parents if there's any issue." Maybe it was my imagination but his eyes seemed to sweep up and down my semi-nude body.

"Thank you, sir." I stood there dumbly.

Gruff Keller returned. "Well, what the hell you standing around for, Green? Waiting for me to engrave you a fucking invitation?"

"No, Coach," I replied. "Thanks again." I returned to my locker.

Malloy sidled up to me and whispered, "What did Coach want to see you about?"

"Nothing much," I replied, not wanting to lie but not wanting to tell Mike either.

Mike looked at me intently for a second, as if he was trying to read my mind. "He invite you up to the lodge?" he said in an even lower voice. "I'll be there."

So much for not telling anyone. But I knew I could trust Mike. "Yeah," I said, smiling at being included in the club.

***

The weather that weekend was great. Mike and Tyrell Anderson, a defensive end from the team, drove me up and we arrived around 4:30. I was surprised to see Coach Nelson there, sitting on the wood deck out back with Coach K. Both men were shirtless, Coach K wearing just a pair of coach shorts, Coach N in a pair of medium-cut swim trunks. Nelson in particular looked amazing, a full dusting of light brown hair all over his torso, over his still-rippled abs, getting thicker toward the waistband of his trunks. Keller on the other hand was a full-on hairy dude, with curly fur forming a pelt on his massive chest.

"Grab a beer, fellas," he greeted us. "You can put your stuff in your room later."

It was a trip to see my gruff lay-down-the-law coach directing us to a cooler stocked with ice and cans of beer. My teammates helped themselves and I followed suit. Fuck, it tasted good. Some guys in school complained about the taste of beer, but I had taken to it immediately.

It was weird all of a sudden to be acting like buddies to our coaches, but both Mike and Tyrell seemed at ease hanging out on the deck, drinking beer and talking sports with our coaches. Their vibe rubbed off on me and pretty soon I was getting in a heated argument about the Braves' chances in the offseason with Coach N. I think at some point I realized I was getting too animated, too familiar with Nelson, because I apologized for being disrespectful.

Coach Keller grinned and winked. "Be yourself, Green. Lake house rules."

It was soon after that Mike piped up. "I wanna take a dip in the lake before it gets dark."

"Nighttime didn't seem to stop you before," Coach N replied, a knowing look on his face. Again, it seemed like the two shared a private joke.

Mike just smirked, and ran his thumb along his shorts waist band. "All right, I'll take a swim now and one later. The water's gotta be perfect." He turned to me and Tyrell. "You joining, guys?"

"I can get changed," I said.

Tyrell gave me a playful punch. "You don't need a swimsuit, Green. It's just us guys. Right, Coach?" he prompted Keller.

"That's right," he grinned, taking a sip of beer. "Lake house rules."

So the three of us players made our way down to the dock by the lake, while the coaches stayed up on the deck. I was nervous, not trusting myself not to get a boner now that my inhibitions were down some from the alcohol. But as I shucked my shorts and briefs my dick was definitely soft, and I took advantage of my nervous reflexes to eye up Mike and Tyrell. I'd seen both in the locker room, many times, of course, but in the dimmer late afternoon light they both looked amazing, each in his own way. Mike, with his golden boy looks and his height, Tyrell with his dark-chocolate skin and an amazing amount of muscle on his 230 pound frame. There was a reason both these guys were scholarship bound.

Tyrell had a long dick that snaked soft below his balls, whereas Mike's seemed more normal sized. I watched as they jumped in the lake water off the wooden pier, and I followed suit.

I had skinny dipped maybe once in my life, and I had to admit it felt amazing. The water was just the right temperature and felt amazing on my genitals as we swam and playfully treaded water, joking and laughing.

At some point, Mike started scooting over toward Tyrell, a naughty look on his face.

"Dude," Tyrell said defensively.

Mike had an easiness that tended to rub off on you. Now was no exception. "It's OK, Big T, he's cool. Right, Jase?" he asked me.

Call me dumb, but I wasn't even sure what I was supposed to be cool about, but I wanted to fit in. I agreed. "Yeah, I'm cool."

Tyrell got a big grin and reached his huge strong arm above the water and guided his hand behind Mike's neck, pulling the quarterback in for a deep kiss.

My dick was bone hard now as I watched my teammates make out. They'd clearly done this before, and that idea excited me as much as it surprised me.

With perfect choreography they kissed and made their way to the shallower part, where they were waist high in water. I treaded over to get a closer view. I ached to join them, but wasn't sure if I was invited. Like I said, I was a little dumb and a lot inexperienced.

Tyrell's body dripped wet and looked even bulkier and more powerful as he hoisted himself up onto the deck, where he sat, legs spread and his dong sticking straight up in the kind of horniness only young guys like us get. His dick was normal in width, but his thick body made it look thin in comparison. There was no denying the length, though. The guys on the team had joked about Ron Beauchamp's cock size from what he had swinging in the showers, and he'd earned the nickname Horse. Tyrell wasn't that big, but now that he was erect he had a good eight or so inches jutting out.

Without any deliberation, Malloy grabbed that prick and brought it to his mouth. Have a few preliminary licks, up the side and along the head and then took it in, swallowing a few inches in one go.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my excitement at the sight. Mike was the last guy I expected to be a cocksucker, much less one this skilled.

"He's pretty amazing," Tyrell said, his muscled body leaning back on his extended arms, his thick thighs spread to give room for Mike to service him. "Come get a closer look," he said.

I did, my hardon throbbing as I stepped closer in the shallow area. Malloy our star quarterback was now bobbing rhythmically on Anderson's defensive end boner, working at least five inches of that dong with each suck. I watched excitedly, definitely inspired.

"Yeah, you're cool, all right," Tyrell grunted. "Coaches are going to have some fun with you, Green."

His words shocked me, but I didn't have time to process what he was referring to, since just at that moment Mike pulled off Tyrell's prick.

"Want a go, buddy? Big T's got an amazing dick."

I did want a go. I scooted up to Mike, who held Ty's big tool at the base, keeping it pointed out toward us.

"You ever suck a dick, Jase?" he asked.

I shook my head no, now feeling left out.

"You'll like it, man," he reassured me. His words, though weren't nearly as reassuring as the kiss he planted on my lips. My first dude kiss and it was Mike Fucking Malloy. Our lips touched and then the quarterback slipped his tongue past, right into my mouth. I returned the gesture and soon we were battling tongues. My dick was rock hard.

Malloy had a big grin on his face as he pulled back. He gestured to our teammate's now neglected cock. "Let's start with the sides," he suggested and like that Mike and I were licking up opposite sides of that steel-hard rod, feeling the warmth and the ridges of the veins as we traced our tongues up and down. As we got to the tip, Mike's tongue flittered against mine. I wasn't sure if he was putting on a show for Tyrell or what, but I'd never been so excited.

And just like that he was taking the cock into his mouth for a few sucks. Not as deep down, just several shallow bobs. Then he pulled off and guided Tyrell toward me. "Go ahead," he said softly.

Holy fuck, golden boy Malloy was coaching me in how to suck a dick!

I took his silent instruction, following his lead and tried my best to imitate each move he did. Watching him, then performing the same on our teammate's dick.

Pretty soon, I was doing OK on my own and I noticed that Mike didn't stop me or nudge me. Instead he hopped up on the deck himself, his own beautiful dick sticking up like a slightly curved spike. I didn't need to be told what Malloy had in mind. I just started alternating between the two dicks, enjoying the contrast in size and shape.

It didn't take long for Tyrell and Mike to start making out as I sucked them. Big T's bulldozer body and Malloy's leaner frame in a side-by-side embrace. It was clear my presence was secondary to their attraction for each other.

I guess in the back of my mind I knew the point of this was to get a guy to cum, but Tyrell gave no warning. As I bobbed on his dick, the head flared and he spurted a heavy amount of sperm right into the back of my throat. I choked on it before recovering and learning how to swallow the ejaculation.

"Fuck dude," I complained as I pulled off, "Give a guy some warning."

Tyrell chuckled and ran his fingers up his cock, squeezing the remnants out of his urethra, making the white semen ooze out of his piss slit.

"Big T never lets you know when he cum," Mike laughed. "Always nuts like a motherfucker, too."

Anderson had a cocky look on his face as he stood up on the deck, his big dick now swaying half hard and dripping a thin trail of spermy ooze. "Thanks for that, Green. You're a quick learner." He picked up his shorts and we watched his amazing bulky backside as he walked up the path to the house.

"So, you guys always..." I half asked Mike who'd turned his attention back to me, his own hardon still poking up proud and horny.

He smiled. "Yep, buddy. Every other weekend or so. Gates is part of the Lake House club, too, but couldn't make it this weekend." Fletcher Gates was another hunk, a fellow tight end who was very popular with the cheerleaders. I was having my mind blown left and right this weekend.

Mike seemed to get a kick out of my reaction. He stroked his bone which was inches away from my face. "You got experience with any of this Jase?"

I shook my head no. "No, man. I mean, I've dreamed about it, but never imagined."

"You don't gotta dream, buddy," he said softly. "Why don't you suck my cock some more?"

I did just that, leaning forward and taking my buddy into my craw. I was getting better at this, more comfortable, more confident, and it helped that Malloy's dick was a more manageable size.

He must have been primed because after a minute of sucking his cock, I felt his fingers tap the side of my neck. "If you wanna pull off, buddy," he grunted.

I stayed on. If I could swallow Tyrell's ejaculation, I could take care of Mike, too. His cum shot wasn't as intensely full, but his dick shot several spurts of salty jizz into my mouth and throat. I sucked them down like a champ, slowly nursing his spent cock till it grew softer.

"All right, man," Mike said in a post-coital soft voice. "Let me take care of you."

I got up on the deck and Mike urged me to kneel. He leaned over and went down on me. My pump was even more primed. Besides this was my first blow job. It was gonna get me off, quick.

"Mike, man," I urged, quietly, not wanting my voice to carry up to where the coaches were. "I'm gonna..."

Mike's strong quarterback hands gripped my ass cheeks, pulling me in and signaling where he wanted my load to go. And that's where it was going, no stopping it. Getting off in a guy's mouth was 100 times more exciting than jerking off.

"Damn, stud..." Mike teased as he pulled off, cupping my balls. "You shoot more than Big T, for sure."

I smiled, feeling proud to have impressed my teammate. "Guess I was kind of backed up."

Mike didn't say anything more. We picked up our shorts and got dressed again, making our way back up.

"How was the water?" Coach N said as we appeared. He was plopped in a deck chair, nursing a beer and showing a good buzz.

Coach K was working the grill. "Hope you guys worked up an appetite. Burgers will be ready in a minute."

***

Between the beer and food and the sex, I slept like a lamb. Crashing out early, around 10. Us players were in a large bedroom that had a queen bed set up, with a bunk of two twin beds in the corner. Combined with Coach K's master bedroom and a second regular bedroom where Coach N slept, the house was clearly set up to host a big group. Tyrell settled into the queen with me, and Mike took one of the twins.

Only later that night, in the early hours of the morning, even, I woke and saw the bunk beds empty. A hand snaked around my torso and pulled me back. Even in my groggy stupor I realized this wasn't Tyrell. The man's torso was furry and there was a softness along with the hard muscle.

"I'm glad you came, Green." The voice confirmed that it was Coach Keller who'd slipped into my bed. Somehow I was naked, and I knew Keller was too. I could feel his hardon prodding against my ass cheeks. It was slick and sticky with something greasy.

His hand was, too, and I groaned excitedly as his slicked up paw wrapped around my erection and started striking me.

"Nice dick you got," he said, kissing the back of my neck and shifting his hips so his fat prick lined up in my crack. I hadn't had a chance to see Coach's dick, but it was real thick.

"Where's Ty and Mike...?" I asked.

"Doing this with Kevin," he said, referring to Coach Nelson. "I wanted first crack at you," he growled. "Malloy says you're cherry."

"Yeah," I replied, feeling a little scared now.

As if sensing my apprehension Coach ran his hands soothingly along the front of my body. And I had to admit his beefiness felt comforting pressed against my back. "Won't lie, it'll hurt at first, Green, but I'll make sure you enjoy it in the end. Coach's promise." He was kissing my neck between his words. For a gruff man he seemed to be in sweet talking mode.

"Lake house rules?" I threw his words back at him.

He chuckled running his fingers up to tease my nipples. "You got it, sport. Lake house rules."

I don't know if catching me off guard was part of his technique but all of a sudden his fat dick bored past my pucker.

Immediately I seized up but Coach immediately held still about an inch inside me. His hand clasped over my mouth for a minute. "Easy Green.... just relax for me."

Easier said than done. A stinging pain was starting to subside but my guts were clenched tight. Coach didn't let up, though, kissing me, and caressing my body, telling me I was doing great. He gave very gentle thrusts against the tightness inside me, slowly working me open. I don't know what made things change, but after a few minutes Keller was pushing that fat bone deeper into me and it felt strangely good.

"You like that," he observed as he sank in. His hand no longer over my mouth but gripping my shoulder instead.

God, I was getting fucked for real. Losing my virginity. Coach Keller was taking it. "Yeah, Coach," I said.

He rolled us over, me on my stomach, him on top of me. Coach was probably 4 inches shorter than me but he was a big guy. Strong muscle, a man's belly, and a powerful build. That middle-aged coach was fucking me with heavy strokes now. Not fast but deep. Urgent.

"God, you got an amazing ass, Green," he growled as he humped into me.

I held onto the bed sheets. This feeling was intense. For now it was on the pleasure side of things, but I wanted to keep it there. Particularly as Coach's pounding got harder.

"You gonna let me into this tight hole again, Green?" His sweet-talking tone now had a definite edge. Possessive, driven by lust.

"Yeah, Coach," I moaned. "Fuck me."

Those words drove him wild. I don't think I realized what strength he had in his glutes and hips until that point. We rocked on the mattress as Keller rode me wildly, making the bed squeak in rhythm. "Goddamnit, Green!" he grunted and like that I knew he was orgasming inside me. Deep up me.

I was right on the edge, feeling the excitement of wanting to come but not there.

Coach's strong arms lifted me up. "Stroke that dick, Green," he cooed in my ear as he slowly sawed his still erect meat in and out of my raw, cummy hole. "Show Coach what a big man you are."

It was a weird, kinky thing to say, and it had me firing my jizz all over the bedsheets. I doubt Keller could see my load in the darkness but he seemed impressed by the intensity of my orgasm. "Way to go, stud," he said giving me one last kiss along my neck and a gentle pat on the ass as he pulled out.

I turned around and our mouths met in our first kiss. When we broke, even in the dark, I could tell big gruff Keller had a huge grin on his face.

"Care to shack up in my room tonight, Green?"

What else could I say? This man had taken my cherry and I felt the hormonal connection to him at that moment. "Yeah, Coach."

At first I felt self conscious following Keller's burly body down the hall way. Out in the open, both of us naked, and my hole feeling wet and used.

Mike and Ty would know in the morning. Know I'd spent the night with Keller. My initial blush of shame gave way to a certain pride. I wanted the guys to know. Wanted to be part of the Lake House Club for real.

As we stepped into Coach's bedroom, I even left the door open. I stepped up and reached around Keller's meaty body, feeling up his fur and reaching down for that thick truncheon of a dick. The cock that had taken my virginity. I gripped it playfully, tugging at its girth and feeling him firm back up in my hand. I could tell now he had a sizable length to go with his width. It was bigger than I realized, huge even. I'd taken a monster cock for my first time.

"Thanks, Coach," I said. "Thanks for keeping your promise."

My big Coach turned around, his furry front nestling against my smoother body and his meaty dong pressing into my abs. His hands traveled smoothly down my back to cup my ass cheeks. "Lake house rules, Green," the man's deep voice muttered softly before our lips met.