My Return
I went back to Homo Hollow a few weeks later, hornier than ever and craving more. This time I didn’t hesitate. I parked my truck deep in the trees, stripped completely naked, and left everything, clothes, phone, keys, locked inside. My cock was already half-hard and swinging as I strutted confidently down the path toward the fire and the cabins. The cool night air felt electric on my bare skin, and I could feel the eyes of other men following my tight young body.
The place was filthy with sex again. Men were everywhere, sucking, fucking, grunting, breeding. I walked past a group of four guys running a train on a moaning bottom, then another pair where a big bear was balls-deep in a younger guy’s throat while he got fucked from behind. My own cock throbbed as I watched, precum already beading at the tip.
Then I spotted him.
Former Coach Hardson, Mr. Hardson, was sprawled out naked on an old blanket near the edge of the clearing. He was in his late 40s, still muscular from years of coaching, with a thick hairy chest, strong legs, and a heavy, uncut cock lying half-hard against his thigh. His balls were big and low-hanging. He looked up, recognized me instantly, and a dirty grin spread across his face.
“Well shit…look who grew up fast,” he said, voice low and rough. He spread his legs wider, showing off his hairy ass and that thick cock. “Whichever you want, son. Cock or ass. I’m all yours tonight.”
I didn’t say a word at first. I just dropped to my knees between his spread thighs and grabbed that fat, uncut dick. I peeled back the foreskin, revealing the swollen, glistening head already slick with precum. The musky scent of his crotch hit me hard, sweat, balls, and pure man. I opened wide and took him into my mouth, sucking greedily. Coach groaned and put a hand on the back of my head.
“Fuck yeah…that’s it. Suck Coach’s cock like a good boy.”
I bobbed deep, working my tongue under the foreskin, tasting his salty precum as it leaked steadily. I took him deeper until my nose pressed into his thick pubes, gagging slightly but pushing through it. His cock hardened fully in my throat, thick and veiny. The stink of his bush brought back the memory of the locker room. I slurped and drooled all over it, jerking the base while I worshipped the head, making loud, wet sucking noises that carried through the night air. The man I looked up to now looking down at me as I gagged on his prick.
After a few minutes Coach growled and pulled me up. “My turn to feel that young dick.” He rolled onto all fours, presenting his hairy, muscular ass to me. I knelt behind him, spit on my cock, and pressed the head against his tight hole. With one firm push I sank halfway in. Coach grunted deep, pushing back. “Give it to me, son. Fuck your coach’s ass.”
I grabbed his hips and drove the rest of the way in until my balls slapped his. His hole was hot, tight, and grippy. I started pounding him hard, watching my cock disappear between those hairy cheeks with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with his low moans. I reached around and stroked his thick uncut cock while I fucked him, feeling it throb in my fist.
After a while I pulled out, breathing hard. Coach flipped onto his back, legs up. His cock stood straight up, slick and pulsing. “Come ride me, boy. Sit on Coach’s cock.”
I straddled him, lined up that fat uncut dick with my hole, and slowly sank down. The stretch made me gasp as his thick head popped past my ring. I kept going until every inch was buried inside me and my ass was pressed against his hairy crotch. The feel of his thick, sweaty bush scratched my ass. The fullness was intense, that bare cock throbbing deep in my guts.
I started riding him like a slut. Bouncing up and down, grinding, feeling his cockhead drag across my prostate with every movement. Coach gripped my hips, thrusting up to meet me, his heavy balls slapping my ass. “Ride that dick, son. Take every inch.” Sweat ran down both our bodies. My own cock slapped against his hairy abs as I rode harder and faster, moaning loud.
He reached up and pinched my nipples while I fucked myself on him. The pleasure built fast. I rode him until my thighs burned, switching between long, deep strokes and quick, greedy bounces. Coach’s face was twisted in pleasure, grunting every time I slammed down. My former coach roared as his cock erupted cum deep in my ass. My own cock spewing seed across Coach’s vest and face.
By the end I was a sweaty, moaning mess, my hole stretched and used around his thick uncut cock. I leaned down, kissed him hard, and kept riding as the night went on, lost in the raw, filthy pleasure of Homo Hollow.
Another awesome night. And just like always…no one back home would ever know.
