Tables Turned

“Coach Yates!” boomed a barely recognizable deep voice.

My head swiveled as I looked up from my desk to see who had called my name. My mouth dropped open as I saw the tall figure standing in front of me. Mitch Jones was standing in the doorway of my office. He must have grown a few inches and packed on 40-50lbs of muscle since he left for college. Mitch was standing in the door of the office I had as the head of the history department at Central High School. I also happened to be the head football coach.

Mitch Jones had been one of my star players, four years ago he was all state as a tight end and defensive end. He was an athletic freak, staring in football, basketball, and track. He’d been a five star recruit, getting something like 35 offers from all kinds of big name schools. He’d won state championships in every sport he played; he was the biggest of the big men on campus during his four years at Central High.

We’d kept in touch, mostly through regular texts and emails. He hadn’t come back to town much during his college career with the exception of quick visits for family. He’d always had a two track mind, grades and sports, so I knew he was working his ass off up at State. I’d followed his career intently at State; he eventually emerged as an All-American defensive end, quick as lightening and strong as hell.

“Mitch Jones?!” I almost exclaimed back to him.

“How’ve ya been, Coach?” he asked with his trademark affableness and charisma.

“You know, still trying to fix my team after being spoiled with you for four years.” I joked.

“Come’on, Coach, I know you’ve been back to the state playoffs twice since I left.” Mitch surprised me that he had been following in the team during his years at school.

We made small talk for a few minutes, just catching up on things. Mitch went on to explain that the NFL Combine and his pro day at State had just concluded so he was taking a much needed mini break from training before the draft.

“I don’t know what they feed you up at State. You must’a been 6’2 190 when you left here.” I chided him.

“Yeah, and they still say I’m underweight at 6’5 240.” He replied unconsciously flexing a little.

“Wow! I knew you looked a lot bigger than that skinny kid I used to coach.” I joked.

“You did a lot more than coach me.” Mitch lowered his voice and winked.

My cock immediately stiffened in my pants and my mouth went dry. It started at the beginning of Mitch’s senior year. He was sucking loads fresh from my tap every chance he got. The last few months before he headed off to college, I was fucking him damn near twice a day. Instead of dulling my sex drive with my wife, it just spurred it on!

“I –“ Mitch cut me off before I could say anything.

“Does Mrs. Yates still work the night shift on Wednesdays?” Mitch asked.

“Yes.” I replied blushing.

“I’ll be there at 4:30pm.” Mitch said, walking out the door.

He knew damn well that my wife left for her Wednesday night shift as an ER nurse at 4:15pm. I had two more classes to get through and a lifting session with the team. I always worked out with the team during offseason strength and conditioning sessions. I had, had my own career as a defensive back, even making 2 practice squads before I hung up my cleats. Working out with the team kept my 40-year-old body in pristine shape.

I threw myself into the workout with my team, pushing myself as hard as I could. I had to get some energy out. I don’t think my erection had subsided since Mitch Jones visited me in my office. I didn’t even bother to shower after the team workout, I made some excuse about having to leave early to one of my trusted assistant coaches and he assured me that he would look after the players in the locker room.

I got home at 4:15pm almost on the dot. I kissed my wife goodbye and wished her a good shift as I walked in the door. Just like that, I was home alone, waiting for my former player turned college star turned NFL draft hopeful to come by. I looked at myself in the hall mirror; I was 5’11 185lbs of muscle. I was clean-shaven and had a nice auburn tan from coaching outdoors.

There was a knock at the door and I quickly opened it. Mitch towered in the doorway with a cocky grin. He walked in and closed the door behind himself before looking back at me.

“I thought you wouldn’t mind if I was early.” I smirked at me.

“Not at all, Jonsey.” I smiled back; Jonesy was my pet name for him back when we were fucking.

I began to haul out my cock for him to suck on to get things started.

“I gotta piss first, Coach.” Mitch brushed right past me.

A few minutes went by before I heard the toilet flush and Mitch called for me to come into the bathroom. I hustled in there, eager to get started; I had been on edge since he came to my office earlier.

There he stood, in just his shorts. He towered over me, not only was he six inches taller than me, but he had a good 55lbs of muscle on me. His full beard was styled and cut. His muscled body was ripped with a smattering of hair on his chest and abs. I couldn’t wait to get my cock in his mouth and ass again. I again started to haul out my cock.

“Nuh-uh, Coach.” Mitch shook his head as he said so.

“What?” I was genuinely confused.

“Just start working on this.” He said with a cocky grin as he dropped his shorts.

I was about to protest, but then I saw his cock. He got bigger everywhere while in college it seems. My 8incher used to dwarf his 7inches but now his cock had to be 9 inches and thick as hell.

My mouth watered. I couldn’t remember the last time I sucked cock. It must have been the coach whom I was an assistant under before I became a head coach. I used to service him regularly before games.

“Well?” Mitch said sternly, snapping me back into the present.

I just sank to my knees on the bathroom rug taking the mighty head of his cock into my mouth. All of the times he had sucked my cock; he had jerked himself off while doing the deed.

I slurped down the shaft as far as I could. The girth stretched my lips and his angry leaking head hit the back of my throat. I gagged around his immense organ and he responded by placing his hand on my head and thrusting more in. It was a little rough, but I was hard as nails. Finally, the head popped down my throat, but the girth rubbed against my teeth and he grunted, relenting and pulling out.

“Always too thick for everyone.” He lamented.

I rubbed my jaw, a little sore from having his cock shoved down my throat. Looking up at him with something like puppy dog eyes, he smiled. My heart raced, my cock throbbed.

“Bend over the counter.” Mitch nearly ordered.

I complied without thought. I knew where this was going. He quickly pulled down my pants and underwear, to my ankles exposing my ass. He dove in with his tongue immediately finding the prize. His tongue worked my hole and I moaned loudly.

I knew when the last time I bottomed was. It was right before I started my first NFL training camp. I had gone to visit my college coach and he fucked me all weekend. Lost in thought with the pleasurable tongue work, I hadn’t noticed that Mitch had gotten 2 fingers inside of me. I could feel my rock hard cock leaking against the cabinets below me. I whimpered out of pleasure.

“Get that ass on the counter.” Boomed Mitch with a cheeky grin.

I quickly stepped out of my pants and underwear before hopping on the counter. It was a little awkward until Mitch grabbed my legs, pulling me half on the counter half suspended on his body with my knees on his massive shoulders. He must have brought a bottle of lube because his slick, burning cock was knocking on my rear door.

“Let me in, Coach.” Mitch cooed, looking me in the eyes.

His head popped in and we both moaned. He slowly eased inch after beer can thick inch in. My ass felt like it was going to rip in half. My insides burned, I gritted my teeth and white knuckled the edge of the counter. Finally, I felt him bottom out inside of me. 9 inches deep, and bigger around than I could fit down my throat. Mitch let it sit there for a minute for me to get used to it. I could tell this wasn’t his first time, far from it.

When my breathing returned to normal and I opened my eyes again I could feel myself relaxing a little bit. Mitch must have as well; he flexed his cock inside of me getting a groan from me. He smirked and almost laughed before he started to slide his cock out then rock it back in slowly. I moaned and my body shivered with each thrust. Each one he pulled back more and then slid more in.

The discomfort I felt had been replaced by pleasure. Each time he thrust, Mitch’s cock hammered my buttnut. Every nerve ending I had was on fire with pleasure. I could barely think as I watched his muscled body slam into me. I felt my cock raise up, angry and throbbing I could feel it coming but all I could muster was to yell, “CUMMING!” at the top of my lungs.

A volcanic eruption of magma hot cum exploded from my cock. It sprayed past me onto the bathroom mirror, onto my face, drenching my shirt and finally all that was left was a dribbling stream to my pubes.

“Fuck, Coach! I’m breeding you!” bellowed Mitch as my body was still shuddering.

When he had finished, Mitch leaned forward and licked some large blobs of my cum off of my face then kissed me. He kissed me deeply and passionately. I could taste my salty jism as our tongues explored each other’s.

As he broke the kiss, he pulled out. I felt empty and a little cold and instinctively clenched my hole to hold in his load. We just stared at each other for a few minutes catching our breath.

“Damn, Coach, that was great.”

“Don’t I know it.” I breathed. “You still got another in the chamber?” I gestured to his still rock hard cock.

“At least one more. Looks like you do too.” He smirked grabbing my still hard cock lewdly.

We fucked again a minute later. Mitch lay on the floor and I lowered myself onto his massive tool. I thought I would be driving that fuck, but as soon as I took his whole cock, he thrust his hips upwards then down and up again. Within minutes he had pile drove 2 hands free loads out of his old high school coach.