Arjun went on a week-long work trip. We’d decided before he left to play a little game.
We would hold off until he came home. No cumming for the entire week. By the end of the trip, we were both worked up and yearning to empty our nuts.
The day he was flying in, I woke up with my morning wood leaking and beating with blood. Going about my morning routine, my cock repeatedly flagged and sprang right back to life, becoming randomly erect. Thankfully it was the weekend, and I could stay home. I was in no condition to be out in public.
Arjun texted that he’d landed. I had just enough time to implement an additional scheme to our game.
I showered quickly and I got dressed, putting on a new outfit I ordered. A costume of sorts, to play out a fantasy Arjun had for years.
I tucked my chubbed dick into a white, mesh jockstrap. It had the look of a retro 1980s jock, but with modern twists. The pouch was very slim, barely covering my large dick and sac, the edges of my bush poking out the sides. The company label sewn into the front of the wide waistband had a red logo, and one red stripe ran through the middle of the waistband.
I slapped the straps into place along my hairy muscle ass and took a moment to rub my hole. I was horned up and ready.
I pulled on calf-height white socks with a double red, horizontal stripe near the top. Then I added a pair of white gym sneakers with red laces. To top the costume off, I threw a whistle held to a red string over my neck. The cool metal clasp holding the string together above the whistle settled into the gingery hair between my muscular pecs. The whistle itself lay just below my pecs.
Arjun’s fantasy was to have sex with a retro gym teacher/fitness trainer. My outfit would fit the bill.
I settled into the rolly chair at the desk in our bedroom. I couldn’t help but stroke my dick. It was growing of its own accord within the confines of the skimpy jockstrap. The material pushed away from my body, exposing my testicles, as my dick tented the pouch. As my cock continued to lengthen, stretch the pouch, and resumed leaking, now soaking into the mesh material. I caught each glob of leaky nectar with my fingers and licked it off.
My heart skipped a beat when I heard Arjun unlock the front door.
“I’m in the bedroom,” I called. “And I have a surprise.”
Arjun dropped his bags and kicked off his shoes.
He stopped in the doorway, a sly expression spreading across his face. “That is fucking sexy,” he cooed. He licked his lips and rubbed his crotch.
Getting into character, I blew my whistle. “What did you just say to me,” I scolded. “You will address me as Coach.”
Arjun grinned, still rubbing his crotch. “Yes Coach.”
“Come here and get on your knees,” I commanded.
I lifted one leg onto the edge of the chair, the other just off the floor, resting on the wheel bar. My cock straining gratuitously against the wet pouch. Just a touch to the pouch would spring my raging cock free.
“Well,” I said expectantly, Arjun’s face near my crotch. “My cock isn’t going to take care of itself.”
“Yes Coach,” Arjun said and licked along the side of my testicles exposed by the skimpy jockstrap. His hands played with my nipples. His tongue straightened and dug under the jockstrap pressing into my cock, lifting the pouch away. The fabric snapped back, and my cock sprang free, hitting Arjun’s chin.
I let out a long groan.
Arjun pulled his head back, my cock standing to full attention, the fat mushroom head resting on his lips. Arjun kissed it, licked it, and sucked in it.
“Ohhh, fuck yeah,” I moaned. His mouth felt amazing on my raging dick. “Suck Coach’s cock.”
He took me fully inside, my head pushing into his throat. His hand grabbed the whistle and pulled, holding it tight as he sucked up and down my full 8inches.
I yelled in pleasure and scooted down the chair.
Arjun’s hand on my testicles moved further down to massage my taint and pushed on further, probing my newly exposed hole.
“Fuck,” I yelled, bucking my hips.
Arjun was moaning around my dick, sucking it hard while toying with my anus.
“Stop,” I commanded. “Coach doesn’t want to cum yet. Strip.”
Arjun reluctantly pulled off my cock and anus. Standing, he shucked his polo. Putting his hands on his chinos, he looked at me seductively, shimmying his pants down slowly, revealing a sky-blue thong. Clearly, Arjun had also planned a little something extra for our game.
“Sexy underwear you have on Trainee,” I complimented. “Looks like it gives you lots of support,” I continued, running my hand over his hard pouch, cupping his junk. “And it’s perfect for Coach to inspect your muscles.”
I squeeze his calves, then his quads. His dick was hard, precum soaking through the thong. I brushed my hand across his sac and dick, squeezing his cum gutters and firm abdomen.
“Turn around,” I commanded. “I want to inspect your glutes.”
The blue thong disappeared into the crack of Arjun’s brown skin. The colors contrasted beautifully. His firm, smooth, sculpted butt flexed as he shifted his weight.
“Gorgeous glutes,” I complimented, cupping them in my hands and squeezing. “You’ve followed my routine well I see. But let’s get a deeper look.”
I parted his glutes and ran my fingers down his crack, tracing over the silky thong fabric. I pushed down at his hole, pressing the thong into this flesh.
“Aahhhh fuck Coach,” he moaned.
“What’s that Trainee,” I asked, hooking my finger under his thong and pressing into his hole with my bare flesh.
“FFuuuccckk,” he moaned, louder.
“You like that don’t you,” I asked. “Wearing this sexy little thong, showing off your muscles.”
Arjun moaned, “Yes Coach.”
I withdrew my finger and tugged gently on the thong, rubbing the fabric over the lips of his hole.
Arjun kept moaning.
I pulled thong aside, hooking it onto his glute, and licked slowly along crack. Back and forth in a zigzag pattern, I worked excruciatingly slowly down his crack toward his trembling hole.
We were both moaning now and our dicks throbbing in anticipation.
My tongue slipped lower, just at the edge of his hole.
And I drove in. Pushing his anal lips apart with my tongue, piercing his hole.
He whimpered and bent over, spreading his cheeks wider. My one hand continued to hole his thong to the side while the other reached around the front and rubbed his cock through the pouch. I could feel his foreskin sliding up and down his dick as I jacked him through the thong. I loved feeling of his foreskin stretching and flexing, it was a very different feel from playing with my cut cock.
“Fuck yeah,” I said. “You’re one sexy athlete.”
“Yeah Coach,” Arjun moaned. “All for you.”
I leaned over, removing my hand from his cock, and picked up the lube I’d left on the floor. Leaning into him, feeling the heat radiating from his ass, I spat on his exposed flesh and planted my face in the crack. He whimpered and shook, backing his ass into me face.
Eating his hole, I coated my cock, mixing my precum with lube. Working my tongue around and inside his hole, I replaced it with a finger, getting his ass ready.
Tucking the thong around his sculpted glute, I held firmly to his hips and pulled him to me.
“Come, sit on Coach’s cock,” I said,
Arjun stepped back and squatted down. Tilting my hips, I aimed my cock at his hole as he lowered in onto me.
His hole pressed onto my head and eagerly engulfed it. Both of us were moaning. Arjun slid down my rod, my dick pulsating as it filled him up inside, popping past the sphincter. Arjun didn’t stop until he was fully down, ass sitting on my thighs.
“OOOOHHHHHHH fuuuuuuuuck Coach,” Arjun groaned, his ass squeezing my dick. “You have such a big cock.”
“Show Coach how much you love his big cock.”
Arjun lifted and sank back down. Slow, shallow movements to start.
“UUUUUuuuuuuuuuhhhhh,” I moaned, kissing his back and neck.
But he soon picked up range and speed, his ass sliding up and down my 8inch cock like his life depended on it.
“Fuck Coach, fuck,” Arjun moaned.
I played with his nipples and rubbed his cock, still constrained in his pouch.
“AAAhhhhhhhhhhhh,” he moaned louder.
He rode me harder and faster, both of us moaning.
“Fuck Coach,” Arjun yelled. “I’m going to cum soon.”
“Blow your load Trainee,” I said. Pulling my whistle off, I wrapped it around his neck, holding the string tight, gently choking him with it.
He screamed in pleasure and slowed riding my dick.
“My cock has other needs Coach,” Arjun croaked out.
“Are you ready for that Trainee,” I asked.
Arjun jumped off my cock, hooked his arms under mine, squatted, lifted me off the chair, and threw me on the nearby bed. He picked up the lube, jumped on the bed next to me, and shoved his thonged cock in my face.
“I’m fucking ready Coach,” he affirmed. “Now suck MY cock.”
I opened my mouth and bit gently on his shaft. My saliva wetting his pouch even more than his precum had.
He pulled the pouch aside, his 7inch uncut brown cock bounding out, smacking my mouth. Precum poured out, covering my lips and dripping onto my tongue.
“Suck it Coach,” he commanded.
I sucked him in, working his foreskin and sensitive glans.
“Fuck yeah,” he yelled, shoving it in further.
While I continued to suck his dick, Arjun coated his fingers in lube and reached around to my anus.
Pressing two fingers into my hole, he looked down at me.
“I’m fucking ready Coach, and your ass had better be too. First, I’m going to finger you, and then fuck your brains out.”
I moaned hard and sucked harder on his dick. My ass spasmed and opened, beckoning him in. He shoved both fingers inside and circled them around, driving me wild. My cock leaked continuously on my abdomen.
Arjun’s cock withdrew from my mouth and his fingers from my ass. He lifted my hips and spread my legs further apart, holding my ass up in the air, framed by the straps of my jockstrap. I felt his cock push an inch into my ass.
“Fuck yeah Coach,” Arjun teased. “You’ve wanted my cock in your ass for years now, haven’t you. Ever since you saw me working out at the gym, every time you’ve fucked my ass, you wanted me inside you too. Didn’t you?”
I moaned and breathed heavily. “Fuck yeah.”
My ass relaxed more, and Arjun’s cock slipped fully inside.
“Fuck,” we moaned together.
Arjun broke me in quickly. Not long after slipping inside, he was pounding my ass hard.
“You take cock like a pro Coach,” he said, ramming me with his dick.
“Always a pro,” I said, moaning.
Arjun and I were sweating. Arjun panting. I pulled at his thong, making it rub his anus, and squeezed his testicles.
“OOOOOHHHHHHHH fuck Coach,” he yelled. “Jack your cock and cum for me.”
I collected my precum and jacked hard and fast on my dick. I grabbed my whistle, still around his neck, and pulled him down to me, kissing him hard. As soon as our lips touched, we exploded.
“FFFFFFFFuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccckkk,” he yelled, cum shooting inside me.
My toes curled and ass spasmed. Cum arced from my cock like a fountain spraying water. Long, heavy ropes of cum matching the intensity of my cock and anal orgasm.
Arjun kept pummeling my ass, cum lining my insides.
My first and second ejaculation coated my mouth, lips, cheek, and neck. I licked my cheek and lips and swallowed. The rest of my cum fountain coated my pecs and abs.
Arjun collapsed on top of me, his dick slipping from my butt.
“Fantasy fulfilled,” he sighed. His breath steadying.
I kissed him on the forehead. “Welcome home.”
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