Justin left the hotel and headed home. He was more relaxed since he arrived this morning, having emptied his balls twice into the cute flight attendant. Justin was constantly horny. At any given time, if he could hook up and get off, he did. He’d always been that way since high school. Everything made him hard- working out, playing sports, certain movies, he was addicted to internet porn. He was a walking hormone and still is to this day. He didn’t know where he got his unquenchable thirst for sex, but it felt to him that it only got stronger when he enlisted in the Marines. He put himself in an environment filled with men that were his type. He liked overly masculine men with jacked bodies, aggressive attitudes, and who loved violence in many forms whether it be guns, sports, or fistfights. He liked the comradery that the Marines provided. Men who would do anything for each other. Anything for a brother.
Justin got home and found Tyler fast asleep. He didn’t want to wake him, so he went to his room and flopped down on his bed. He chuckled when he heard the creak of the bed. He hadn’t slept in it for so long and now he was considerably heavier because of muscular weight.
The next morning Tyler woke up and stumbled downstairs. His parents had gone to work leaving him to find his own breakfast. It was a Saturday and it was rare they both had to work on a weekend. The back door opened, startling him. He forgot he wasn’t alone as usual. It was Justin. Tyler looked at him and almost froze up, his eyes drawn to his older brother’s body. Justin was sweaty and shirtless; his granite hard body was tan and smooth. He wore nothing but a pair of running shoes and black, skintight compression shorts that came down mid-thigh, accentuating the curve of his quads and the corded muscle, they molded to his high and tight muscled ass. Tyler could see the deep V on his brother’s hips. He could tell Justin was wearing some sort of jock but still, the bulge was formidable.
“Morning lazy ass,” Justin said with a grin.
Tyler scoffed. “Dude, what time did you get up?”
“Since 5 AM. Same time as always.”
“Take a break, dude. You’re on leave.”
Justin smirked at him. “I’m never on leave even when I’m on leave.”
Tyler turned on the coffee machine. He looked at his brother and rubbed sleep out of his eyes. “You’re such a cliché. Marines are crazy. How far did you run?”
“It’s a light day. I only went 10 miles.”
Tyler looked surprised. “Ten miles? That’s a light day?”
“Yeah. I usually do fifteen.”
Tyler shook his head. “Remind me to never join the Marines.”
Justin laughed. “You would be an excellent Marine.”
Tyler guffawed. “How so?”
Justin grabbed a coffee cup from the cabinet. “Tyler, dude, look at you. You’re already built for it. You’re jacked, more than a lot of the guys I serve with. You an athlete, a natural born leader. You’re more disciplined than you think you are or else you wouldn’t look as amazing as you do.”
Tyler felt a warmness fill his chest that his brother was so proud of him. He blushed. “Dude, no I don’t. Standing next to you I look like a fucking dweeb.”
“What? Did I not just tell you last night you’re hot as fuck? If your own brother tells you that then you know it’s true. Stop saying shit that you know is not true.”
Tyler thought Justin sounded mad. “I’m not saying it isn’t true. Don’t be mad at me. I’m just trying to be like you.”
Justin smiled. He got a cup for Tyler and poured him coffee. “I’m not mad, Tyler. I could never be mad at you. I just want you to see your full potential. You have so much going for you. And you don’t have to be like me. Be yourself. I’m flattered you are modeling yourself after me, but you are your own person. Don’t try to be something you’re not. Be yourself. No matter what anyone else thinks.”
Tyler took the coffee. He looked his brother in the eyes and took a drink. It was too hot. He put the cup down on the counter. “Can I at least look like you?” he asked with a smirk.
Justin smiled. “Dude, you’re already there. I hardly recognized you at the airport. I’d say if you’re trying to look as hot as I am, mission accomplished.” Justin couldn’t help but give his little brother a once over. Tyler was wearing a small pair of boxer briefs and a snug t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. His little brother was perfect, the perfect muscle boy, the kind Justin loved to rail on.
Again, Tyler got that warm feeling from the compliment. All he wanted was to look as hot as his brother did. Hours and hours of workouts, football training, eating clean and he felt like it paid off. He felt confident and a little cocky.
“What’s on your agenda today?” Justin asked.
“Well, I have football practice in an hour. That’ll take a couple hours. Then I usually go to the gym for a couple hours.”
Justin nodded. “Hey, can I go with you to practice and watch?”
Tyler felt a surge in his heart rate. “YEAH! Dude, that would be sweet. I’m always talking about you. I bet some of the guys would love to meet you. Some of the coaches you had are still around.”
Justin perked up. “Thompson? He’s still there?”
“Yeah. He’s still there.”
“God, I wonder what he looks like now.” Justin laughed. “I remember he was pretty stacked.”
Tyler shrugged. “He’s still jacked, I know that much.”
Justin smiled. Coach Mike Thompson was a god to him when he was Justin’s age. He was a few years out of college, young and fresh, and hot as fuck. The coach played football and wrestled in high school and college and never lost the body. Justin got to see it up close and personal back then. The coach was one of his first fuck buddies. Even in high school, Justin knew what he wanted. The coach knew what he wanted to and it was definitely Justin. What started off as locker room flirtation turned into after school fuck sessions at Thompson’s apartment. Needless to say, Justin’s senior year was the best a guy like him could have; a couple high school fuck buddies and the coach. If Thompson was so hot back then and Tyler said he’s still jacked, Justin couldn’t wait to see him.
“Sweet. I’ll shower and change.”
The brother’s pulled into the stadium parking lot. Memories came flooding back to Justin. He saw the bleachers where under them one night, he fucked Jason Teague. He saw the shed where they kept the blocking sleds, that’s where he fucked Kyle Bates. The concessions stand where he fucked Blake Stiles AND his twin brother Brian, not at the same time. And the long-jump sand-pit where he destroyed Sean Myer’s ass one night after a track meet. “Fuck, I wish I could fucking tell someone about those days,” he thought to himself.
Justin followed his brother into locker room. Tyler was driving him nuts wearing short, cut-off spandex football pants that were plastered to the kid’s big, juicy glutes. And his hamstrings were perfectly developed, his calves like diamonds, and his practice shirt was a tight compression, sleeveless UA shirt. The whole outfit made him look like a fucking superhero.
Once again, the smell of the locker room took Justin back to high school. Coach’s office where Justin would bend the older man over his desk and slam him after practice. The equipment room where he pounded Jake Boseman before prom and the shower stall where he achieved his finest conquest up to that point, his buddy Travis Stanley’s dad, Tom, a booster and a total sports DILF on a Saturday afternoon after a wrestling meet. “Fuck me, I was a whore.”
Tyler flung his stuff into his locker and headed to the door leading to the field. He was almost at a run.
“Hey, slow down, bro,” Justin said.
Tyler turned. “Sorry, I’m just excited to introduce you to the guys.”
That made Justin’s heart warm. His little brother was so proud of him. It was like Tyler was crushing on him, which he did not mind at all. Justin reverted back into alpha mode, his usual mode when he was out in public or at work. He had to keep up his rep as a fucking bad ass.
As he walked beside his brother, Justin spotted an older man, handsome, tan, thick traps, capped shoulders, his polo molded to his chest and arms. It was Coach Thompson. Tyler was correct; the man was hotter than ever. But then, he was only in his early thirties. The coach was wearing mid-thigh shorts that fit like compression shorts because his quads were huge.
“Holy fuck,” Justin murmured.
Tyler looked at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Huh? Nothing. I just didn’t expect Coach Thompson to still look so...” He stopped himself before he said something that might reveal his thoughts.
“Jacked?”
Justin nodded. “Yeah. Jacked.” No, so fuckable! That’s really what he meant.
Coach Mike Thompson had his head buried in a clip board going over a play with one of the players. Then he heard someone say, “Who is that with Reed? Dude is stacked.” Mike looked up and his jaw dropped. He knew who it was. It was Justin Reed. A blast from his past. He watched one of his best players he’d ever coached strut toward him with a confidence that commanded the room or this case, the field. He actually felt a tingle in his ass as he remembered the poundings the man used to give him. Some of the best years of his life were spent bent over his desk getting reamed out by the hottest player on the team. His mouth went dry as Justin drew closer. His 6’4 frame cast a long shadow in the bright sun. He felt himself reverting back to that guy who was normally an alpha, natural leader, except whenever Justin was around, turning into a submissive puddle of spooge.
“Coach!” Tyler said, “Look who I brought.”
Justin had the cockiest sneer he could give the man. They gave each other a knowing look.
“Justin Reed. It’s been a minute,” Mike said holding his hand out.
“It has,” replied Justin who brought his hand out, clamped down hard on it and forcefully pulled the man into a hug. “Bring it in, Coach. We have too much history to just shake hands.”
“You’re right.”
As they hugged they gave each other the “straight gay double pat” on the back, Justin whispered in his ear, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”
Mike recoiled and pulled back. He stared into Justin’s eyes. “Good to see you. We should hang out while you’re back.”
Justin nodded. “We will.”
Tyler watched to two muscular men hug and he felt his head spin. It was so hot to watch two studs in an embrace. Tyler thought the coach looked frazzled after the hug. He looked shy, eyes looking down before looking back up at his clipboard.
“Alright, let’s start drilling,” Mike yelled out to the players.
“Drilling. That was always my favorite,” Justin said with a smirk at Mike.
Mike tried to ignore the obvious inuendo. “Tyler, get in there and start them off.” Tyler nodded and trotted out onto the field.
The two men stood and watched the wide receiver jogging away, his plump ass pushing the compression pants to their limits. As they watched they spoke.
“Best wide receiver I’ve ever had since... well, you,” Mike said.
Watching his little brother he responded, “Have you and him...”
“Huh?” Realizing what Justin was asking him he replied, “Oh. No. Not that I wouldn’t love to but ah, no.” He wasn’t sure if Justin would be mad if he had messed around with this little brother.
“Why not?” Justin asked, sounding like he thought Mike was an idiot for not trying.
Mike turned to him to make sure he wasn’t joking. “What?”
“Why haven’t you tried?” Justin replied nonchalantly.
“Justin... uh... he’s your brother.”
“So? He’s also a hot piece of ass.”
Mike flinched not believing what he was hearing. “Isn’t he straight?”
Justin shrugged. “You thought I was straight.”
“Yeah. But you’re the one who came on to me.”
Justin scoffed. “Yeah, because you were too much of a pussy to do it yourself.”
Mike became defensive. “No. I was fresh out of college and didn’t think I should start off my career trying to nail one of my players.”
Justin chuckled. “And you didn’t. One of your players nailed you.”
Mike tilted his head back and forth. “Huh. But you weren’t exactly taking no for an answer.”
“Why should I have? I wanted it. You wanted it. I gave it to you.”
Mike chuckled. “Yeah you did. Over and over and over.”
“Are you boning anyone?”
Mike felt a little uncomfortable. “I, uh, got married a year after you graduated.”
Justin looked surprised. “To a woman?”
“Yes, to a woman,” Mike replied perturbed.
“And?”
Mike shrugged. “We divorced a couple years later?”
Justin nodded. “Couldn’t stop fucking dudes,” he said as a matter of fact.
Mike hesitated. “No. I couldn’t stop fucking dudes.”
“But not my little brother?”
“No.”
“Shame. Would have been nice to know if he was a top or bottom.”
Mike was shocked that Justin was so blunt and open about talking about his brother’s sexuality.
“If he’s anything like you, I’m sure he would be a top.”
Justin nodded. “Probably right.”
They were quiet again for a minute until Mike said, “So... you would be ok if I...”
“Tried to fuck my little brother? Go ahead. Just make sure to tell me all the details.”
They were quiet for a while, watching all the younger athletes doing practice drills. Mike’s heart was racing. Justin was loving the man’s suddenly shy demeanor. But Justin didn’t have time for beating around the bush. He took what he wanted.
“Your office. Now.”
“Absolutely,” Mike said instantaneously.
The two men turned and made a direct beeline for the locker room.
Tyler glanced over and saw the two men walk away. The two men he’d lusted after for years. He watched his taller brother, his wide shoulders, his perfect ass, and his coach with thick traps and strong back as they walked off towards the school. Wonder where they’re going? He shrugged and got his head back to practice.
During a water break, Tyler’s buddy, Ash Baylor, pulled him aside. “Bro, your brother is a fucking snack.”
Tyler smiled. “Right?” Ash was one of Tyler’s best fuck buddies. Ash was tall with light caramel skin, green eyes, dark hair. He was mixed race and he was beautiful. His body was lean and ripped. And he could fuck like a machine.
“Where are they going in the middle of practice?”
Tyler shrugged. “Dunno. Looks like they’re in a hurry though.”
“Yeah. That’s some serious muscle walking away right there. Between the two of them there must be like 450-pound of it.”
“At least.”
“Damn. Seriously, bro. Your brother is fire. I would totally carry his kid.”
They both laughed. “I thought you weren’t into receiving.”
“I’m not except for a big bad-ass like him, a fucking Marine; I would throw leg up so damn fast. I bet he’d be rough in the sack. Throw me around and shit.”
“Bro,” Tyler said. “That’s my brother.”
“Oh, shit. Sorry, bro. That was rude.”
Tyler grinned. “No. I meant not right now. We can gush on him later.”
They both laughed again. “Tyler, you’re dirty, bro.”
“Oh, you have no idea.”
As soon as Mike’s office door was locked, he found himself grabbed and flung down hard face first, bent over the desk. He grunted and gasped at the surprise manhandling. “Fuck,” he spit out.
Justin was on him fast, grinding his hard cock against his ass. Mike felt warm breath on his ear. “Déjà vu, bitch,” Justin growled.
One side of Mike’s face was flat against the desk top. He could see the Marine’s face from his side vision. Mike’s eyes were wide, his mouth open, breathing hard.
“Justin...” he murmured. He was a little scared at the way Justin was roughing him up. In all his years fucking dudes, Justin was the roughest, the most verbal, the most demanding. God, he missed that.
Justin humped Mike’s ass as he said nasty things to the coach. “Miss me, bitch?”
“Justin. You have to take it easy. It’s been a while,” Mike pleaded quietly.
“Are you telling me what to do, pussy boy?” Justin snarled.
“No. No. I just... I haven’t bottomed in years.” Mike pulled his hands up beside his head allowing him to lift his head up so he could see more of Justin’s face.
Justin leaned forward and licked Mike’s ear making the man whimper. “I don’t give a FUCK.” He brought a hand down and smacked it hard against the coach’s rock-hard ass. His middle finger dug down under and pressed against the man’s hole. Mike whimpered again as he pushed back against the finger.
“Push that pussy back, bitch,” Justin said. “You’re still a cock whore like you always have been.”
Justin reached around the man’s waist and found Mike’s belt and forced it open. For added flare he whipped the belt off and snapped it against the desk. Then he reached back down and unfastened Mike’s coaching shorts and tore them down his legs and around his ankles. He was wearing UA boxer briefs that molded to his muscle ass.
“Fuck, look at that ass.” Justin smacked that ass and again tried to force his finger thought the spandex material and into Mike’s hole. “Tight pussy.”
Justin yanked down the briefs. Then he unfastened his one pants and let his cock break free of it’s confines. It was hard as a rock and pointing straight up. “Wet or dry? Be happy I’m giving you the choice.... this time.”
“Oh shit,” Mike exclaimed as he frantically reached into a desk drawer and took out a tube of lube and tossed it back to Justin. “Here.”
Justin snorted a scoff. “Figures you would still have a tube in your fucking desk. Once a whore, always a whore.”
Mike felt embarrassed that he was always prepared for an encounter. Justin had a point. What kind of man keeps fuck lube in their desk at work? A whore. That’s who.
He heard Justin drizzle lube on his cock. Mike remembered how big Justin’s cock was. It was huge when he was younger, it might be bigger now. He braced himself.
Justin bit his bottom lip as he aimed at the coach’s hole. He put the tip against the opening and held it there. He drew out the anticipation, torturing the man under him.
Mike tensed up waiting for penetration. He waited. He was being teased. “Justin. Do it.”
Justin smirked. He purposely waited some more. Then he suddenly reached up and grabbed hold of Mike’s thick traps and held onto them like handle bars. Then he pulled them back while he thrust forward and didn’t stop.
Mike’s head snapped up as he screamed. He screamed loud. It was so loud he feared they might have heard him down on the practice field. The pain was unimaginable. He kept screaming. Justin hit bottom and was all the way in. He stayed there, planted all the way inside.
For Justin, hearing the big hunk screaming out was music to his ears. It made him feel powerful, like a god. It was an adrenalin rush every time he took a guy like this. Overpowering men like the coach was something he craved.
Justin let out a demented, evil laugh. “Scream it out, bitch!”
Mike started to pull himself forward, trying to crawl away as he made garbled noises and pleads. “Justin, fuck! Shit! Fuck!”
Justin grabbed the man by the waist and pulled him back. “Where the fuck you goin? The more you struggle the more it turns me on, bitch.”
“Oh Jesus fuck, dude!”
Justin corkscrewed himself around inside the tight ass. “What’s wrong, Coach? This is the way you always liked it. Don’t pussy out on me now. I’m just getting started.” He pulled out to the tip and slowly slid back in.
Mike lost his breath and let out a whimpered yelp. “Fuck...” he said but it came out like a screech.
“That’s it, Mikey. Just like old times, ain’t it? You bent over your desk, me, you’re favorite wide-receiver plowing your pussy like a bitch.” Justin was fucking a slow even pace.
Mike was planted on the desk, his feet not even touching the ground any more. His cock was pressed against the desk top under him. He felt Justin’s cock sawing in and out, starting to feel less painful.
Justin sped up, gritting his teeth as he increased the power of his thrust. “Remember me cunting you while you were wearing your college singlet?” Mike remembered it well. “Yeah, you do. We destroyed that thing. I fucked a hole right through it.”
Mike listened to Justin reliving the glory days. He remembered just dropping everything when ever he got a text from Justin. The kid had complete power of him. Mike would just turn into a submissive cunt for the boy. He loved the idea of such a masculine, superior athlete using all his muscle power to take what he wanted from the man. Mike felt complete whenever Justin dumped a warm load of cum in his hole.
Mike was out of breath, his voice going hoarse from the grunting and yelling. “I remember,” he said, his voice labored. “I remember you... making me where your uniform... once. Fucked a hole though those pants too.”
Justin grinned while he started to pound. He almost forgot about that time. Watching the young, jacked coach squeezing himself into Justin’s football pants and jersey, football cleats. Applying eye black for added realism. Justin remembered Mike on his back, legs up and seeing his own cleats on the man’s feet bobbing up and down in the air. He hated to rip a hole in a pair of his best football pants, but it was worth it. Watching his cock fucking in and out through the tight material, decimating the older jock’s hole was intoxicating.
Remembering all their encounters made Justin start to cum. He fucked the man hard and then slammed in and bellowed a mighty howl as he gushed cum into the hunk under him.
Mike felt the warm jizz shoot into his hole. He always loved it with the jock would flood his ass with jock jizz. “Oh fuck yes! Cum inside me!” He felt his own cock throb and shoot jizz onto the desk.
Justin fell down onto the coach’s back. He wrapped his hands around and grabbed Mike’s meaty pecs as he hugged him tight. Justin kissed Mike’s neck. They were both breathing hard.
“Oh... fuck...” Mike huffed out. “me... Jesus Christ.”
“I fucking missed you, Mikey.” That was Justin’s nickname for the man. He only called him that when they were alone. “Not even kidding. Missed these times with you, man.”
Mike grinned. “Yeah. Me too.”
Justin pulled out carefully making Mike wince. He helped Mike up, turned him around, lifted him and planted his ass in the side of the desk. He stepped between the man’s legs. He cupped Mike’s face in his big hands, leaned forward and kissed the man. It was a deep, sensual kiss. Mike groaned into Justin’s mouth as the Marine took over inside his mouth. Their tongues fought for dominance. After the make out session, they stared into each other’s eyes.
“Little rough, don’t you think?” Mike asked with a little bit of a fatherly tone.
Justin shrugged. “Maybe. But I remember you liking it that way.”
“Hmmm, I don’t recall you being that rough. I guess the Marines made you more... dominate.”
“Marines can usually take it harder than civilians. It’s engrained. I guess maybe I should hold back a little bit with you pussy civies,” he said half teasing.
Mike nodded. “Maybe you should. Hey, as much as I’d like to do this again, I need to get back out there. Those boys will slack if I’m not there babysitting their asses.”
Justin stood back and fastened his pants. “Yeah. We’ve been gone too long.” He kissed the coach one more time before helping him off the desk and watching him get dressed.
They got back to the field, and the boys were running some plays. Tyler saw them and looked at his watch. It was time for another break anyway. They broke and went to the water stations. Tyler broke off and went to his brother and the coach.
“Where’d you guys go? You were gone for almost an hour.”
The men looked at each other. Tyler noticed the coach looked uncomfortable, blushing even.
“I wanted to see the school again. Coach gave me a little tour. Showed me all the new gym equipment you guys got. We never had equipment that nice when I was in school.” Thankfully, Justin remembered Tyler telling him about the brand-new gym equipment. “We had old rusty shit.”
Coach chuckled. “You’re right. We did. Good thing the boosters came through this year.”
Tyler informed Mike what they had done for the past hour.
“I knew the team was in good hands with you Reed,” Coach said. “Let’s get back out there. We have another hour.”
“I’ll hang out and watch.” Justin sat down on a bench on the sideline.
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