Coach P and Me

The next morning, I awoke in bed alone. Coach Powers and I had fallen asleep in bed together, I got up and found my shorts before making my way out to the living area. There was a chill in the air that morning, and Coach P already had a fire going in the fireplace by the time I got out there. “Good morning, sleepyhead!” His voice boomed.

“Morning.” I replied hoarsely while waiting for my brain to start functioning.

“We don’t have any food to make for breakfast here, so I figure we can head into town to the diner. Sound good?” Coach Powers asked, I wasn’t sure how he was already so awake.

“Yeah, great.” I muttered, as Coach P got up to get his things to leave, he playfully poked me in the side almost like he was trying to prod me fully awake.

The diner was a typical small town place. We had a booth towards the back, and I probably ordered too much food, but I was ravenous. I guess all that fucking really worked up an appetite. As we ate, I noticed a familiar face, Officer Davis was seated at the counter eating an omelet and hash browns.

He was even more handsome than I remembered him. He was out of uniform, wearing a pair of jeans that fit his muscled legs snugly, and a polo shirt that seemed to be cut with the expressed purpose of showcasing his built form. 

“Hey, Coach, check it out.” I said between bites, nodding over to the counter. Coach Powers turned his head to look and paused for a second.

“Shit, that’s the cop from yesterday.” Coach P almost hissed. “He’s a fucking stud.” He continued, his face breaking into a smile. We both blushed a little and exchanged a knowing look. 

We finished our meal, and Coach Powers got another coffee. As we were paying, Officer Davis had finished up his meal and was on his way out the door. We caught him as he was about to get into his truck.

“Officer Davis?” Coach P called out as we approached the off duty cop.

“What can I do for -” His sentence cut off as he turned around to see who was calling his name. “I would have thought you two would be hunkered down, going at it.” He joked. He seemed much more personable out of uniform.

“Gotta eat.” Coach Powers said with a shrug. “Anyway, we wanted to offer to have you over for a beer, since you were so understanding and all.” Coach P ventured.

Officer Davis stood there, stone faced for what felt like an hour. “Pretty forward inviting a small town cop over for drinks. You must really like pushing your luck.” he responded before getting in his truck. Coach P turned to me with a look that said ‘I tried’. We heard the engine start up as we turned to walk away.

“What time?” Officer Davis yelled.

“Six!” I called out, spinning around.

Coach Powers then made our way to the store to get food and drinks for the evening. I checked in with my parents and assured them that I was at a friend's house and they didn’t need to worry. They usually gave me my freedom, so they weren’t concerned.

“What do you think will happen tonight?” I asked Coach Powers, it had gone unspoken between us.

“I’m not sure, I think it's best to go into these situations without expectations.” Coach P said. “He’ll probably just come over for drinks and that’s all.” He was trying to play it down.

When we got back to the cabin, I helped Coach Powers split more wood and clean up the outdoor areas. We didn’t have sex, and neither of us tried to initiate it. With even the slim possibility of something happening later, we were both trying to temper our excitement.

The day heated up and both Coach P and I had ditched out shirts. I handled most of the clean up while Coach P chopped the wood. I got hard more than once staring at him, sweaty and pumped from the exertion. I figured we’d fuck after Officer Davis left and I couldn’t wait.

Finally, the afternoon had meandered by. The sun was still high in the sky, but the shadows were getting longer. Coach Powers had replenished the wood pile, and I’d cleaned up and bagged the debris left outside from the winter months. We ended up showering together, making out under the warm stream of water and pawing at each other until we were both leaking. It was at that point, Coach P turned the water off and we got ready for Officer Davis to come over.

I noticed Coach Powers was wearing a pair of snug shorts, really showcasing his bulge and a short sleeve button up shirt with a few buttons undone. I was about to make a joke about it to him when we both snapped to attention when we heard a knock at the front door.

“Welcome, Officer Davis.” Coach P said, opening the front door to the built policeman. Officer Davis was wearing a snug polo shirt and shorts. The polo shirt stretched over this muscled build and the buttons on the collar let some of his chest hair spill out.

“Thanks for having me over.” He had a six pack of beer with him that Coach P took from him and added to the beer in the fridge.

I immediately noticed Officer Davis’s bulging basket. It was hard to take my eyes off of it. Coach Powers opened some beers and handed them around. Officer Davis eyed me up as I took a beer from Coach P. I thought he was going to say something but in the end, he didn't. We ambled outside to the deck overlooking the lake to relax.

“Get out here often?” Officer Davis asked, he looked back and forth between Coach P and I as he said it.

“Not as much as I’d like to.” Coach P responded, taking a big swig of beer.

“So, kid, this is your ball coach?” Officer Davis asked, finally broaching the topic if only obliquely.

“Yeah he is… uh, I mean he was. I graduate on Thursday.” I replied eagerly.

“You gonna play college ball?” Officer Davis asked with what seemed to be genuine interest. 

Coach Powers and I filled in Officer Davis on my athletic exploits and my future plans. After a few beers the three of us had really loosened up. The sun was starting to get lower in the sky and soon there was a chilly bite to the air.

“Why don’t we take this party inside?” Coach Powers offered.

We agreed and followed my football coach into the main living area. I was entranced watching Officer Davis’s muscles flex under his clothes as he moved. He caught me staring, his eyes softened and his lips curled into a grin underneath his trimmed mustache. 

Our attention was grabbed when we heard the sound of a car door slam shut. We looked around as if to ask if anyone was expecting someone when we heard a knock at the door. Coach P locked eyes with Officer Davis, the cop had a sly grin on his face which made Coach Powers frown under the circumstances. I couldn’t hear what was happening at the door until I saw Coach P walking back towards us, followed by a larger figure.

“I would have thought you’d all be fucking by now.” The other man said. He was about the same height as Officer Davis. The man had on a dark navy shirt with the word SHERIFF  emblazoned across his large and defined chest. His badge was around his neck and he had on his duty belt complete with a gun. 

“What is going on here.” Coach Powers said with a firm voice. It was clear he had been expecting something else tonight and was now fighting the effects of the alcohol.

“I had to invite the Sheriff, the kid is just his type, he loves jocks. And your boy here is a muscle jock with the best ass I’ve ever seen.” Officer Davis explained.

Even though I was being objectified, I was hard instantly. 

“I don’t know about this…” Coach Powers was trying to regain control of the situation.

“You invited me over to fuck you and the kid, right? Or was it you who wanted to get fucked? What’s one more?” Officer Davis replied to Coach Powers.

“What? No. I invited you over because Pete thought you were hot and maybe he’d get a chance to blow you.” Coach P responded, on guard.

“Bullshit, you’re wearing those shorts that show off your ass.” Officer Davis snapped. “You wanted me to fuck you even if you didn’t know it.” 

Coach Powers clammed up. Officer Davis moved towards him and planted his lips on Coach P’s. Their hands groped the other’s bodies through their clothes with increasing urgency. “Hot, isn’t it?” I felt the sheriff’s arm on shoulder as he spoke. It sent a chill of excitement down my spine.

I looked up at the older lawman, getting a better look now. His hair was mostly gray with a few flecks of brown, and his neatly trimmed beard was more salt and pepper. His eyes shone blue and his body was solidly built under his uniform. I swallowed hard, “Yeah, it is.”

Officer Davis had Coach P’s shirt open by now. His hands were roaming the hair expanse of Coach Powers’s strong chest. Officer Davis kissed Coach P’s neck and the high school football coach pawed at the off-duty cop’s polo shirt. The sheriff’s fingers started to slowly massage my delt muscle. He leaned down, and spoke just for me. “Do you like daddies, son?” I just about melted right there. All I could do was nod. “Good boy.”

Coach Powers had Officer Davis’s shirt off by now. He was groping the flesh of the cop. Officer Davis’s body was thick and built, like a rugby player. He wasn’t overly cut but he had good definition to his musculature. His chest had a light smattering of brown hair and a trail picked up just above his navel, thickening at his belt line. “Let’s give them a turn.” Officer Davis breathed, both his and Coach P’s crotches bulged dangerously in their shorts.

The sheriff leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips. His hands traveled down my back and found my still clothed ass. He gently squeezed and kneaded my cheeks as he kissed me. I groped whatever part of his body that I could. “This jock ass was made to be fucked.” the older lawman growled as he broke the kiss. I moaned and leaned into the man. I was putty in his hands.

“Coach!” The sheriff barked. “Where do you keep your lube? The jock is in heat he needs to be fucked.” 

Coach P’s eyes darted to me, he wanted to protest but he saw I was into it. Officer Davis was kissing down Coach Powers’ neck and tweaking his nipple. Coach P groaned, I could almost see his package throb through his shorts. “Bedroom…” he moaned.

Coach Powers looked like a zombie as we all moved to the bedroom. “Get naked, jock.” The sheriff said matter of factly as we entered. I nearly jumped out of my clothes. My cock throbbed out and the head glistened with precum. I turned and saw the sheriff put his belt and holster on the dresser and tug his shirt over his head. His rugged face was accentuated by the salt and pepper hair and bright blue eyes. He was thickly muscled, more similar to Officer Davis but with a thicker coat of hair with flecks of silver. He then dropped his pants and slid his boxer briefs down his tree trunk legs. 

His cock was even bigger than Coach P’s. Thick, long, hard, veiny, and cut. He had a wicked grin on his face as he approached me. “You like a big dicked daddy don’t ya, Jock?”. I just nodded again and he made his cock jump. I felt Coach Powers watching us intently as the sheriff reached to my ass, zeroing in on my hole. “He hasn’t been fucked today?” He asked Coach P.

“No, he hasn’t.” Coach Powers muttered.

“I knew it! You wanted me to fuck him!” Officer Davis bragged.

The sheriff leaned me over the bed before spitting on my hole and sinking a finger in. I moaned at the intrusion. “Damn, jock, you’re tight. Where’s the lube?”. I handed him the tube of lube and I felt his slick finger at my hole. “I gotta open you up so you can handle daddy’s cock.” The sheriff said, “Get all the way on the bed, jock.”

I climbed onto the bed, the sheriff followed me, kneeling between my legs. He inserted a finger to my ass making me moan and my cock jump. The sheriff ran his other hand up my smooth washboard abs and chest as he finger fucked me. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the hairy, muscular bull repeatedly sinking his index finger into me. My cock was leaking, the sheriff scooped up some of the precum sticking to my abs and fed it to me.

“Coach! Get over here and suck me while I open up your jock.” The sheriff half ordered half stated. Coach Powers groaned as he got onto the bed with us. The sheriff soon had two fingers working and out of my hole. Coach Powers positioned himself beside me on the bed, kneeling next to me, facing the sheriff. He leaned forward and parted his lips around the leaking head of the thick, club-like cock of the older cop.

I could tell he was hesitant at first, before slowly getting more comfortable sucking the huge cock of the older, domineering man. It was jarring to catch glimpses of my football coach servicing another man. He was usually completely in control and now he was moaning around a cock that was stretching his throat. I couldn’t focus on Coach P as the sheriff kept working his fingers in and out of my ass. 

“Did you know your coach was a cocksucker, jock?” the sheriff asked as he thrust forward slightly, making Coach Powers gag. The way the older cop talked sent a shiver down my spine. Coach P had almost half of the cop cock down his throat, desperately sucking, when Officer Davis strode over, shirtless and gave my coach a solid smack on his still clothed ass.

“Let’s watch them fuck. You can taste his load from the kid’s ass.” Officer Davis instructed, and Coach Powers hauled himself off of the bed lightly rubbing his sore jaw. Coach P’s eyes darted between the sheriff and I, as if wondering if he should try and stop things. I watched the sheriff lube up his thick cop dick and nodded to Coach Powers that I was ok.

“Try and relax, Jock.” the sheriff growled as he approached me, lifting up my legs to get access to my finger-prepped hole. I could hear Officer Davis and Coach Powers’s breath draw in as the sheriff’s cockhead pressed at my hole. The sheriff winked as his fat cockhead pushed against my hole. He was thick but I was horny and my ass eventually let him in. “There’s nothing like a tight jock hole stretching around my fat daddy cop dick.”

In one long, slow, deliberate stroke, the sheriff had his enormous pecker buried deep inside me. I cried out, not expecting him to go so deep so quickly. The sheriff leaned forward and planted his lips on mine, silencing my cries while wrestling my tongue with his as he gently massaged my upper body to relax me. As he broke the kiss, he looked directly into my eyes as he ground his pubes against my asscheeks ensuring that I felt every millimeter of his size.

“How’s it feel, Kiddo?” Officer Davis asked, with his arms around Coach P’s waist.

I yelped then moaned as the sheriff repeatedly flexed his enormous cock inside me. “So fucking deep.” I groaned a response, my eyes rolled around as the sheriff began a few mini thrusts.

“Coach, you broke him in nice and good. This jock can take a cock.” The sheriff steadily ramped up his thrusts. Each time his cock moved an almost overwhelming wave of pleasure burned through my nerve endings. It’d never been so full, the pleasure was intense, I didn’t know how much of it I could take but at the same time I didn’t want it to end. I clawed at the sheriff’s exposed flesh as his member stretched my hole.

“He’s still rock hard.” Officer Davis pointed out as the sheriff’s thrusts got deeper, faster, and more powerful. My cock was leaking a steady drip of precum onto my tight abs.

“I see why you like him, Coach.” the sheriff said, drawing Coach Powers more into the scene. The sheriff then smacked my ass as he kept plunging in his rod. I could feel three sets of eyes on me, but I didn’t dare look around. I focused on the sheriff and being impaled repeatedly.

The sheriff leaned in, flicking his tongue in and out of my ear. I could feel my orgasm rising, and his tongue work was making it boil up quicker. The older man didn’t miss a beat, he kept pounding slow and steady. 

“He fucking loves it.” The sheriff said to no one in particular as he leaned back, slightly changing the angle of the pipe buried inside me making me squirm and rumble out a deep moan. “Just like my son used to love to take my cock.” The sheriff leaned his head back and closed his eyes as he pumped in and out. His head tilted back to the side and he opened his eyes, now looking directly at Officer Davis with his arms wrapped around Coach Powers’s waist. “Isn’t that right, Son?”

I didn’t understand what was happening, the sensations from getting fucked by the sherrif’s hog was overwhelming my sense. Coach P looked back and forth at the two policemen in the room, they did look similar and have similar builds. “Really?” Coach Powers croaked out.

“Fuck yeah, Dad used to dick me down just like he’s doing to your jock.” Officer Davis responded, stroking Coach P’s hairy built chest from behind. “He also taught me how to be a great top.” He added, whispering into Coach P’s ear. Coach Powers shivered at the words and his lips twitched into a small smile.

Sheriff Davis’s hands groped my muscle and tweaked one of my nipples before trailing over my abs. All the while he kept his steady, metronymic thrusting in and out. When he grabbed my cock, it became too much, I exploded. I came hard and fast, drenching myself in my own load. I shocked myself at the volume, I just kept shooting, and Sheriff Davis kept thrusting.

“That’s it, Jock, get it all out. Fuck! Your hole is milking out my nut.” Sheriff Davis moaned. His cock somehow swelled inside me as he unloaded his seed deeper in my guts than anyone had before. He leaned forward, kissing me gently as his orgasm began to fade, our sweat and my cum combining between our hard bodies. His expression soften into appreciation as he began pulling out. “Hell of a fuck, Jock, you’ve got a special ass.”

Sheriff Davis pulled his softening cock out of me and collapsed on the bed next to me. He pulled me into an embrace, kissing slowly, as Officer Davis pawed at Coach P. I felt the mattress shift under the weight of Officer Davis and Coach Powers, now making out on the edge of the bed. I glanced over to see the two men groping each other, lusting for one another.

“Ever see your coach get fucked?” Sheriff Davis whispered to me.

“No, sir.” I answered honestly.

“You’re about to.” Sheriff Davis said with a grin, and my cock started to chub up again.

Officer Davis and Coach P broke their kissing momentarily. “Coach, eat out Pete’s ass, I want you to taste Dad’s load before I fuck you.” Officer Davis said huskily. Coach Powers groaned with lust, I think he’d given into the fact that he was going to get fucked

As he crawled up the bed toward Sheriff Davis and me, Officer Davis tugged off Coach P’s tight shorts, revealing a bulging jockstrap. “Fuck yeah” Officer Davis whispered under his breath. Coach Powers made eye contact with me as he approached.

“Want to get eaten out, Petey?” Coach P croaked out.

“Fuck yeah, Coach.” I responded and he pushed my knees back towards my chest, exposing my just-fucked hole. Coach Powers leaned in, first smelling the sex then tonguing around my hole before diving in. I moaned loudly at his oral intrusion and soon enough, his face was totally buried between my muscle cheek.s

I could feel his tongue looking for Sheriff Davis’s load, then suddenly I felt him tense up before pulling off of my ass, moaning loudly. I looked down, and Officer Davis’s face was buried between Coach Powers’s hairy, jockstrap framed, muscle cheeks. He was going to town eating out my football coach’s hole. I couldn’t wait to see what was coming next, even the sheriff noticed that my cock was back to full mast.

“I think you’re really going to like watching them fuck.” Sheriff Davis whispered to me as he put his hands behind his head and leaned back against the headboard to watch the unfolding scene.