Lockeroom Stink

Chapter 1

As I positioned my cock at the opening of the enema bag and let loose a stream of piss, I glanced down at Coach squirming with obvious delight as the golden nectar filled his rectum.

"Yeah, fucker!" Coach moaned, "that's our jock piss mixin' in that bag and fillin' up my shitty ass! Gonna cut loose with some real football stink soon. Fuck!"

"Fillin' you up with premium piss, Coach. Feel good?"

"Fuck yeah! I live to play dirty, man! Gimme all you've got!"

After squeezing the last drop of my nectar into the bag, I returned the bag to the hook on the pole. Dropping down to my knees, I tackled Coach's reeking pouch with my face. Sniffing and slurping at the bulging pouch. The heady aroma and funky taste got my adrenelin pumping.

"Smell that jock, motherfucker!" Coach roared, slapping the side of my helmet. "Taste all that stink. This jock goes back to my pro ball days and never's been washed. Fuckin' full of stale piss, cum, sweat and buttstink from me and my buddies!"

"Fuckin' jock raunch!" I moaned, sniffing and sucking on the filthy pouch. "Smells and tastes so fuckin' good, Coach! I love manstink!"

"Yeah? You like it stink and dirty, Denny?"

"I'm a fuckin' pig for stink, Coach! I belong in a trough filled with the filth of men!"

"Fuckin' pig!" Coach roared, hocking up a wad of spit and sending it spewing onto my helmet. "Yeah. I'm gonna give you manstink alright.

Gonna fuckin' give you all the stink you ever dreamed of."

"Yes! Please, sir!" I practically begged. "I want all of your stink.

All of your filth!"

With a sigh, Coach slid the nozzle out of his ass. Raising it up between his muscular thighs like an erect cock, he rubbed it over the already filthy pouch of his jockstrap. I watched as a brown slime spread out onto the material from the nozzle.

A powerful stench of ripe sewer swirled up my nostrils. The pungent aroma of Coach's shitchute.

"There's a jock's real stink, Denny!" Coach hissed. "The odor of buttslop is a jock's genuine stink!"

"Aw fuck!" I gasped, dragging my nose over the slimey, stinking pouch and breathing the stench deeply.

The warm goo, a combination of piss, shit and anal juice spread out in a thin film over the hairs of my moustache, nose and lips. My mind reeling with lust, I opened my mouth and engulfed Coach's rancid pouch once more. The tart tang of dirty asshole swirled within my mouth. It drove me into a heated frenzy of slurping and sucking of Coach's pouch and hard groping of my own cupped pouch. All the while that erotic stink saturated the twin canals of my nostrils.

"Worship the jock stink, motherfucker! Live for that fuckin' stink, man!"

"Mmmmmm!" I groaned. "Fuck!"

"Oh yeah! The jock of stink is giving you a sample of his raunch, fucker!"

"More! Please, Coach. Give me more of your stink. I want it. I need it!"

"My ass is a fuckin' sewer, man! It's packed with shit and piss. Wanna play some hardball in jock buttslop?"

"Yes! Yes!" I groaned, horny yet somewhat frustrated by Coach's slow, methodic temptations.

Here was a man who had played the game many times before. A man who utilized every bit of strategy to get his opponent exactly where he wanted him to be before unleashing his brute force to gain pleasure.

Coach's tactics was doing a number on me. My body was trembling. My heart racing with lust. My flesh prickling with goose bumps. My cock throbbed within my jockstrap oozing pre-cum into the athletic cup. My balls ached as they churned my spooge. My asshole twitched. I was breaking out in a sweat of animal heat and depraved lust.

"Get up on your knees, boy!" Coach bellowed.

With some reluctance but with mounting anticipation, I jerked myself up, kneeling, my hands rubbing my crotch.

"You got me so fuckin' hot, Coach!" I rasped. "I'm so fuckin' horny for you right now."

Coach flashed me a wicken grin, as he undid his chin strap and removed his helmet. He looked so sexy and nasty as he placed his helmet on the workout bench, up-side-down.

"Take off your helmet, Denny and toss it here."

"Mmmmmm! I can smell your sweat." Coach said, as he sniffed the inside of my helmet. "I love the smell of a young jock's sweat. Now we're gonna trade helmets but first ..."

Coach's voice trailed into a seductive chuckle, as he put on my helmet.

Helmet in place, he bent his knees slightly and lowered his ample butt onto the bowl of his helmet.

My breaths became rapid with excitement as I anticipated Coach's next move.

"First, I'm gonna ripen up my helmet for you, Denny!"

"Aw man!" I groaned, groping my crotch with one hand and tweaking my erect nipple with the other. "Fuck, Coach!"

"This is how me and my buddies play ball." Coach whispered.

"You're gonna shit in your helmet. Aren't you, Coach?" I rasped, in an excited voice.

"You want me to do that for you, Denny? Take a dump in my helmet?"

"Anything you feel like doin', Coach." I responded, gasping with lust.

"Tell me what you want, fucker? Talk to Coach?"

Coach was using his strategy again. Pitting, as it were, one team against another. In this case, the former linebacker of the Miami Dolphins against a fullback of the Mesa Verde Trojans. But I had a feeling that this game was going to be an even draw. Both opponents scoring enough touchdowns to win the pleasure we so eagerly sought.

"I want your stink! I want your fuckin' jock slop, man!" I chanted, pinching my nipple until I winced in pain.

"That what you want, jockboy? My fuckin' buttfudge in this helmet for you to wear?"

"Yes! Yes!" I pleaded.

"If I give you what you want, what will you give me in return?" Coach taunted.

"Whatever you want, Coach! Anything!"

"Mmmmmm!" Coach sighed, his mouth wide open. Tracing his tongue over his full lips, he grunted and let rip a juicy fart.

Raising his ass slightly so I could see, Coach expelled from his asshole a geyser of brown slime into his helmet.

"Aw fuck!" I moaned, digging my hand into my jockstrap to grab my sweaty, clamy cock.

The wet, slurping sound of a juicy fart followed by a whoosing, sloshing sound as Coach's filth hit the inside of the helmet, resounded in my ears.

"Oooooo!" Coach cooed. "Stink and dirty, Denny!"

Reaching behind himself, Coach ran his hand up and down his asscrack.

"Wiping my ass, Denny! Nice and warm. So fuckin' dirty, man!"

Coach held up his hand before me coated with his buttsludge. Slipping his hand under the visor of the helmet he wore, I watched as he sniffed, then licked his fingers.

"Fuck! Fuck!" I cried.

"Mmmmmm! Fuckin' stink, jockboy!" Coach groaned, passing his dirty fingers under his nose. "Fuckin' stinks of my shit and your hot piss, Denny!"

"I want that stink, motherfucker!"

"You want the jock's stink?" Coach asked, lapping his tongue on his filthy digits. "I'm tasting asshole now, Denny. Fuckin' shitty asshole. Mmmmmm! Fuckin' ripe, man!"

I was trembling all over. My knees were quaking and unsteady. The reeking stench of raw shit rose into the air. Its putrid fumes curled up my nostrils. Trembling with desire, my body shaking, I sunk back on my haunches.

"I think it's time for you to be inducted as a member of the Miami Dolphins, Denny!" Coach said, rising to his full height, picking up his helmet with his fingers curled around the visor and handing the helmet to me. "Put it on!"

I took the helmet into my hands as if I were receiving a sacred vessel.

Lowering my head I sniffed its rancid contents first. It reeked of raw sewage. It reminded me of the odor contained in portable toilets at construction sites. Those receptacles of man filth that I'd sneak into and placing my head into the foul bowl, I'd breathe deep the noxious fumes as I masturbated furiously.

"Fuckin' good, Coach!" I moaned, huffing the helmet's contents. "Your stink smells so fuckin' good!"

As I placed the helmet into position and felt Coach's warm sludge cascade over my head, the slimey funk from his asshole dripped from my hair onto my shoulder pads.

"Yeah, motherfucker! Wear my stink. Rub my slop all over your gear, man!"

"Mmmmmm! Oh fuck!" I groaned, reaching up and smearing Coach's filth outward over my shoulder pads. Jaming my hand back under the helmet and scooping more stink onto my hand, I slapped my hand on top of the helmet and swirled my hand around before dragging my hand down the side of my body and back onto my cleated shoes.

"Yeah! Smell like a stink jock, man! Fuckin' smell like my asshole, motherfucker. Rub my stink all over your gear."

As I did what Coach demanded, he grabbed the enema bag. Placing it to his butthole, he groaned loudly as he spewed the remaining contents of his anal passage into the bag. His slurping, wet farts seemed to echo in the garage and between slitted eyelids, I watched as the enema bag swelled and bulged as Coach filled it up once more.

Chapter 2

"Fuckin' pig!" Coach hollered. "Look at you all slimed up with stinking shit!"

"Thank you, Coach." I gasped, yanking my dick out from my jockstrap and wanking it.

"That's it, boy! Stink up that dick of yours but don't you fuckin' cum yet! Cum now and you'll be lickin' shit off my cleats while you give me a hundred push ups!"

"That wouldn't be punishment, Coach! That would be pure pleasure!" I droaned, as I slid my stinky hands under the helmet and smeared the gooey residue on my face.

"You'd like that, fucker? Wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Coach. I would."

As I pulled on my dick I could feel cock snot oozing out of my pisshole.

I wanted to cum so bad but I wanted this to last. I had to fight with myself to restrain the urge to cum.

"Take that hand off your cock, jockboy! Don't want you cummin' yet."

Taking my hand away, my cock bobbed and jerked on its own needing no assistance from me.

"Get up here on the bench!" Coach snapped. "Down there yelpin' like a fuckin' sick pup! Get that ass of yours up!"

As I rose to my feet, Coach yanked me by the visor and pulled me to him.

Our helmets clanked together.

"Un-necessary roughness, Coach!" I hissed, yanking the front of his jockstrap down, freeing his thick, long tool.

"I'll give you rough, motherfucker!" Coach snapped.

Gurgling his throat, he hocked up a thick wad of spit and sent it flying onto my face. It hit me between the eyes and rolled down my nose and onto my eagerly waiting tongue.

As I swept Coach's mouth spooge into my mouth, he shoved me backwards.

Staggering back I fell onto the workout bench.

"Get that ass up in the air, you fuckin' jock slut!" Coach roared.

Knocked down on my back, I reached down behind my knees and yanked my legs up towards my chest.

"Yeah! Fuckin' show me that hairy, jock pussy!"

I drew my legs back as hard as I could so my buttcheeks could spread wide and reveal to Coach, amid the forest of hair swirling in my trench, my juicy, twitching teen age cunt.

"Want my jockhole, Coach!" I hissed, letting rip, without shame, a thundering fart.

"Nasty, scum bitch!" Coach yelled, raising his hand high in the air and sending it flying down wih a resounding slap against my upturned ass.

"You son of a fuckin' ..."

My voice trailed. My head rolled from side to side. My cock and balls jumped as again and again Coach's open palm smacked hard against my ass.

"Cocksuckin' motherfucker!" I yelled, yanking my legs towards my chest and raising my ass higher.

"Stinking shit pig!" Coach responded, smacking my ass hard, causing me to wince with pain and pleasure. "Fuckin' filthy fag whore cunt!"

With each stinging slap I writhed and chuckled with the pleasure of sensual pain.

"Beat my pig whore ass, you motherfuckin', son of a turd suckin', fuckin' bitch!" I screamed.

Grabbing the nozzle of the enema bag from the floor, Coach rubbed it over my twitching asslips.

"I know what you want, you stinking fuck!" Coach gasped, slipping the nozzle up my rectum. "Fuckin' dirty pig wants a pig's stinking slop!"

"You fuckin' bastard!" I groaned, as the warm, putrid liquid from Coach's bowels spewed out of the nozzle and filled my gut with his filth.

"You wanted all of my stink, jockboy!"

"Oh yeah!" I cried, writhing on the workout bench, bucking my ass up.

"Your stink ... mmmmmm! Feed my nasty cunt all of your fuckin' stink!

Fill my ass with your slop!"

I felt so dirty and nasty as I felt my butt being filled up with the waste from another man's ass. It felt so warm as the reeking sludge caressed the walls of my anal cavity. It was as if I was being fucked by the biggest cock I had ever known. Deep. Gut renching. Down to the pit of my stomach.

"Almost there, man!" Coach hollered. "Take it all, fucker. All of my stink up your pig cunt!"

I squirmed on the bench. As my bowels filled with Coach's funky ass slop, there came with it an element of discomfort as I could feel the pressure within me mounting. I clamped my asslips around the nozzle as if to draw within me every drop of Coach's filth only to feel my full rectum oozing its raunchy contents as it seeped out of my asshole and ran along the crack of my ass, down my back.

"Oh yeah, motherfucker!" Coach roared, yanking the helmet from his head and flinging it across the room.

"Fuckin' cunthole's gonna explode!"

"I gotta shit, Coach!"

"Gimme that fuckin' butt spooge!" Coach hollered, burying his face in my ass.

"Fuck! Fuck!" I cried, shooting the nozzle out of my asshole and expelling my filth onto Coach's face in a powerful, exploding blast sending diarreah splattering everywhere.

As if cumming, my asshole sent fountain after gushing fountain of stinking buttslop in all directions. Between geysers, my asslips sputtered and spat juicy, wet farts.

"Jock stink! Fuckin' jock stink!" Coach roared, heaving his body up onto his knees. My stinking filth dripped from his face, onto his shoulder pads, down his chest, into his crotch hair which he spread out onto his rigid cock.

As my asshole farted its filth, Coach lunged forward. The bulbous head of his dick found my shit spitting cunt and lurched forward. My asslips wrappe around his dick and sucked it inward.

"Fuckin' jockpig!" Coach screamed, as he bucked his bull sized, veiny cock in and out of my ass.

"Fuck me, you filthy, stinking whore!" I hollered. "Pound my shitty pussy with your big dick! Fuck me, bitch! Cock my sloppy, stink cunt!

Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Love it, man!" Coach cried out. "Love havin' our combined stink drippin' off my body while I rape your grundgy jockhole!"

"Fuck my jock pussy, man! Fuck my hot, tight man pussy, Coach! Fuck me stink! Fuck me dirty! Your fuckin' cock feels so good up my ass! Plug my hole, man!"

In a heated frenzy, Coach pounded my ass, stroking hard and deep.

"Give it to me, man! Dick your jockboy! Wanna feel you spoogin' up my stinkhole!"

"Aw fuck! Fuck!" Coach hollered, "gonna cream your pucker! Gonna fuckin' ..."

"Cum! Fuckin' cum, man! Gimme all of your manstink!"

Coach's body trembled, then tensed. Spasming, he slammed his cock forward.

"Fuck! Fuck! Cummin' up your stink pussy, boy!"

"Aaarrrggghhh!" I hissed, gritting my teeth as my pisshole sent a fountain of creamy spooge flying into the air. "I'm shootin' my stink, man!"

"Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!" Coach yelled, as my creamy jizz splattered in his face.

Still quaking with lust, Coach eased his dick out of my well fucked hole. Wrapping his lips around my rosebud, he sucked his spunk and my anal juices into his mouth.

As he did so, a stream of piss gushed out of my dick and splashed onto his head and ran down his back into the crack of his ass and dripped onto the floor.