The four of us sat around on the back deck of Al’s mountain house sipping post-dinner drinks and looking over the forested slopes. It felt good to relax with them, Ben included. The sun was setting, breaking the heat of the day.
“I’m gonna call it an early night… Ben, you want to bunk with me?” Al stood up, his loose fitting lounge shorts tenting obscenely.
I could tell Ben was ready to go, it had been a low key day after Ben and I were fucked side by side on the bed. I felt a twinge of anxiety letting them go to bed alone, I had been there for Ben each time he’d had sex so far.
“They’ll be fine, Ted.” Jake said with a smirk, reading my mind.
“Maybe you should take my mind off of it.” I replied with a wicked grin of my own.
I was more comfortable with things now. Jake led the way to the other bedroom. We heard moans from Al’s room as we passed. Within minutes I was on all-fours on the bed with Jake’s thick cock sinking into my hole. I was still a little sore from earlier, but Jake took it easy on me as gently worked his piece in and out. The hairy, married, gym stud had me moaning in no time.
I lost track of time, we were in no rush. Jake worked himself to the edge over and over before easing off and regaining his composure. My own dad dick was hard as nails between my legs as the stud drilled me deep. We were drenched in sweat by the time I could feel Jake going for his nut. His growls like his thrusts, more urgent. I tugged on my cock in time with Jake’s pistoning and soon we were both unloading. Jake into me and me onto the bed.
We collapsed, exhausted and sweaty. As we caught our breath, we both faded away into a deep slumber. I awoke later than usual, the excitement of the day had worn me out. Jake was already downstairs sipping coffee by the time I padded into the kitchen. He poured me a mug and before we could sit down, Al and Ben entered the kitchen.
“Sleep well, gents?” Al asked cheerfully.
“Like a rock.” Jake grinned, sipping from his mug.
“Glad you both are well rested. I have a full day planned for us.” Al said, sharing a look with Jake.
I wasn’t a fan of being out of the loop, especially when it involved my son. But, before I could ask, there was a knock at the front door. Al and Jake exchanged another look.
“Who would that be?” Al said in mock confusion.
My hackles were raised. I tensed, I didn’t like surprises when Ben and I were in this deep. We hadn’t agreed to add to the invite list this weekend. I shot Jake a glance but he pretended not to notice. The mid-30’s gym hunk had busied himself rummaging around by the coffee maker. Ben was sitting on one of the barstools at the kitchen island, he was still riding high from his romp with Al the previous night.
“Gentlemen, let me introduce you to Coach Frank Harbor.” Al announced, appearing at the kitchen door before stepping aside to reveal Ben’s high school lacrosse coach standing behind him. Our jaws dropped. My mind short circuited, what the fuck? “I sold Coach and his wife a house a few years back, we’d kept in touch ever since.” Al began to explain. Coach Harbor’s eyes landed on Ben before moving to me, then back to Ben. His expression was difficult to read. “Once I heard about Ben’s crush, it didn’t take much convincing on my part. I just had to tell Coach that Ben and his dad had two of the best hole’s I’ve ever bred.” The way Al finished his explanation made my cock jump and my hole twitch.
“Coach…” Ben was struggling to hide his excitement.
“I can always tell when a player has a crush. Never got that vibe from you though.” Coach Harbor looked from Ben to me.
I felt 2 inches tall under Coach Harbor’s gaze. The man was a stud. Not quite as jacked as Jake, but built. He was an ex-jock who took meticulous care to carry his athlete’s frame into middle age. Now in his mid 40’s Coach Harbor had thick, hard earned muscles. He was lean in that he didn’t carry any extra middle aged padding, but he wasn’t cut from stone like Jake was. The lacrosse coach’s hair was chestnut brown with just a few strands of silver catching the light and his skin was tanned.
“I agreed to come under one condition…” Coach Harbor spoke, breaking the heavy silence. Behind him, I saw another person. My heart stopped with dread, I didn’t want anyone else to know about this. “I told Al I wanted to bring my son. The kid’s got a thing for daddies, I figure this is a good way to let him live it out.”
Coach Harbor motioned for his son to come into the kitchen. He looked like a younger carbon copy of his father. Wes Harbor was a stud jock. He was 2 years older than Ben, I remembered watching him play during the years they overlapped in high school. His time away at college had only seen him grow more into his body. Wes was the star and captain of the Tech lacrosse team and was now truly the spitting image of his dad.
Wes looked a little embarrassed with how his dad spoke, his ruddy cheeks blushed but he stood tall scanning the room. His eyes landed on me, I felt them wash over my form before locking our gazes. He had a look of hunger in his hazel eyes. My cock chubbed in my shorts with the way the 20 year old sized me up.
“It’s Ben’s weekend so let's let him go first.” Al suggested with a grin.
Ben looked around sheepishly, seemingly all of a sudden aware that all of the attention of the room was on him. He blushed, I’d never known him as an attention seeker, but he also didn’t shy away from it. I wanted to reassure him, make sure he wasn’t overwhelmed, but I saw a smile creep across his face as he locked eyes with Coach Harbor.
“Looks like we’re gonna have an audience. You okay with that, Ben?” the lacrosse coach asked his former star player.
Ben looked around again, finding his confidence. Our eyes met, non-verbally we communicated. He was going to be ok, though I wouldn’t stop worrying.
“My dad and I have come this far together, so it makes sense that he’s there.” Ben replied, not breaking eye contact with me.
“Lead the way.” Coach Harbor responded.
Al took the lead, heading the march up to the master bedroom of his mountain home. It now made sense why he was so eager to spend the night with Ben, knowing what he had in store today. The six of us piled into the bedroom and spread out around the king sized bed.
Coach Harbor tugged his t-shirt over his head, tossing it aside. Ben stared slackjawed at the object of his fantasies stripping before him. I was also entranced as he slid his hands over his muscular and furry body. He looked like he could still take the field, Frank Harbor’s broad, hairy, muscular chest stood like a shelf of muscle over his flat, strong, and furry midsection. His biceps, triceps, and delts flexed and relaxed as he ran his hands over this exposed flesh.
Frank Harbor’s handsome face crept into a smile as he realized that all eyes were on him. He had sharp but balanced features along with a neatly trimmed mustache. Ben looked like he was in a trance watching Coach Harbor. Wes looked at his father with pride, while Al and Jake were clearly impressed and turned on.
“You gonna make me strip for these guys alone, Ben?” Coach Harbor asked, breaking my son out of his trance.
Ben bit his lower lip and smiled before tugging his t-shirt over his head and discarding it. I was always impressed with his physique. My son had been working hard in the gym in preparation for the jump to division college lacrosse from the high school level. He was all lean muscle that was filling out nicely. Ben then quickly jumped out of his tented shorts. His rock hard jock cock sprang free, smacking him in the abs as his high school lacrosse coach looked on hungrily.
“Attaboy, Sutton. Didn’t know you were hung too.” Coach Harbor addressed Ben by our last name.
Ben seemed to be at a loss for words. He was living out his fantasy with the man he’d been crushing on… in front of a group of guys. Coach Harbor unbuckled his belt and slid down his worn blue jeans, revealing muscled and furry legs oozing with athleticism and power. His black boxer briefs bulged outrageously in front, only to be balanced by the round mass of muscle that made up his rear. It was clear to me why my son had such a crush on the man.
Frank Harbor flexed his pecs, making them jump before sliding down his underwear with a grin. The whole room leaned in as the high school lacrosse coach’s hog sprang free. Coach Harbor was mostly hard but it was clear even in that state he was more hung than any of us. He had Al beat for length and girth with his fat, cut dad cock. His nuts hung heavy in his sac as he gave himself a few strokes.
“Fuck, Coach.” Ben hissed.
“Not too shabby, yourself, Sutton.” Coach Harbor returned the compliment as his cock grew to its full rigid state. The hairy, muscular man’s cock was intimidating, big, thick, and veiny. He flexed it, making it appear to bob and weave like a cobra about to strike. “Get up on the bed, I’m gonna need to open you up.”
“Uh, Frank, I fucked him this morning. Dumped a big load in him too.” Al pipped up with a proud look and a huge bulge in his shorts as he watched. “Didn’t let him cum though.” He added with an evil grin.
“Is that so? I’ll miss getting to eat such a perfect hole.” Coach Frank Harbor sighed as Ben climbed onto the bed. My son was on his back with his legs up. “But I can’t wait to get in there and stretch it out.”
Jake handed the man a bottle of lube, even with Ben pre-seeded, Coach Harbor was going to need lubricant for his giant hog. The hairy, masculine lacrosse coach slathered his throbbing cock with the slick and got into position between my son’s legs. He locked eyes with Ben as his engorged cockhead kissed the jock’s hole. Ben let out a loud moan at the feeling, he visibly shivered as Frank Harbor applied pressure but didn’t penetrate, teasing the younger man.
Coach Harbor slid his hands down Ben’s lean, muscled legs, over his groin and diamond hard cock. His fingers felt the ridges of my son’s defined abs and over the swells of his chest. His thumbs flicked Ben’s pert nipples before retreating over the 19 year old jock’s obliques. The powerful, furry lacrosse coach’s touch and the pressure from his member had Ben groaning in heat.
Finally, with a flex of his round, hairy muscular mounds that made his ass, Frank Harbor gently pushed through the resistance of Ben’s hole in a controlled penetration. Both men moaned as my son’s hole stretched around the high school coach’s thick head and an inch of the girthy shaft. Ben gripped the bedsheets as his former lacrosse coach held his legs steady.
Al and Jake leaned in, getting a view of the penetration, pawing at their bulges. Coach Harbor’s son, Wes appeared at my side. The 20 year old college lacrosse jock was roughly my height, I felt the heat radiate from his body.
After a brief pause, Coach Harbor pressed more of his massive cock into my son. The older man eased in with practiced patience, pausing when he felt resistance and resuming once Ben's guts gave way. He gently fucked through a few tight spots making my son’s cock throb and dance against his ripped six pack. The penetration was pure pleasure for the jock.
“That’s it, Ben, open up for Coach. You’ve been dreaming of this for years.” Coach Harbor encouraged.
I felt Wes Harbor’s arms around my shoulders. I looked over at the handsome jock. He was the spitting image of his dad, though his hair was a few shades lighter and unruly. His bright blue eyes were glued to the scene in front of us, only quickly stealing glances at me. Slowly, as if gaining confidence, he let his hand travel down my back, tracing my CrossFit honed musculature, until he landed on my athletic shorts-clad rear. It was like he was marking me, my pulse quickened.
Coach Harbor was slowly sawing a few inches of cock in and out of Ben. It was mesmerizing watching the big athletic coach stretch my son’s hole. Ben’s eyes were rolling back as his high school lacrosse coach deliberately thrust deeper with each inward stroke.
“How you feeling, Sutton? These guys really broke you in right, still tight as a drum.” Coach Harbor growled, his grip on Ben’s legs firm.
“I feel incredible, Coach.” Ben breathed, the intensity climbing as Coach Harbor pushed more into him.
Wes Harbor’s firm grip was now cupping my muscle cheeks through my shorts as we watched his dad fuck my son. My cock tented my shorts and a wet spot began to form from my leaking precum. Al and Jake had started to strip off their clothes to get more comfortable as they watched the hunk coach ease into Ben.
“Fuck!” Ben gasped as Coach Harbor had finally bottomed out, his heavy nutsac firmly against my son’s ass.
“You’re doin’ better than most, Sutton.” Coach Harbor reassured. “Coach’s got you, just relax.”
Frank Harbor pushed Ben’s knees back towards his chest, changing the angle. Slowly, he pulled back before easing forward. He was making my son feel it deep. Ben’s toes curled with each gentle inward thrust, his eyes looked glassy and unfocused with the intensity of it all. Wes Harbor had placed my hand on his large bulge as he continued to grope my ass.
“Dad… this is… amazing…” Ben panted as Coach Harbor’s thrusts slowly grew longer.
Everyone’s eyes were on me thanks to Ben. I sheepishly smiled and tried to think of something to say.
“I know, Ben, I know.” I croaked out, cursing myself that I couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“Wes, why don’t you bring Ted over here next to his son.” Frank Harbor instructed his son.
I flashed back to the prior night, getting fucked right next to Ben. A swirl of guilt, shame, and excitement flooded my thoughts. The excitement was overpowering as I was being led by Wes Harbor to the big bed next to Ben.
“Yeah… just like last night…” Ben breathed, realizing what was happening as Coach Harbor methodically pumped in and out of his ass.
“Last night, huh? Dad and son like to pounded next to each other?” Coach Harbor growled with a lascivious grin.
Wes finessed my clothes off. Before I knew it, I was on my back looking up at the stud college lacrosse jock. He was built similarly to his dad, but with more definition. Light brown hair clung to his pecs around his nipples and a treasure trail terminated just above his navel.
As the younger Harbor lowered his shorts, he revealed a cock that matched his father’s. Huge, thick, veined, but Wes’s was uncut. Frank Harbor looked over at his son, beaming with pride.
“Had to keep the kid intact.” He smirked as he eased another deep stroke into my son next to me.
Wes’s lubed fingers didn’t waste time finding my hole. I raised my legs to give easier access. He fingered me gently, lubing me up as he went. The younger Harbor’s eyes twinkled with excitement. My heart raced, even after the previous day, I was keyed up. The way Wes looked at me with lust, scanning my naked body with hunger, it drove me, fed my sexual energy.
“Remember what I told you, son, go easy on the penetration. You want it to feel good for you and your bottom.” Coach Harbor instructed his son as he slowly pumped in and out of Ben.
My cock leaked on my furry abs. The intensity of the situation kept building as I felt Wes’s thick cockhead press against my hole. The younger Harbor held himself steady as I gripped my legs. The jock bit his lower lip as he applied pressure, finding just the right amount for his dickhead to pierce into me. Both of us moaned, I could already feel that he was larger than Jake of Al. My hole stretched to accommodate his girth as a few inches bore into me.
“That’s it, Wes, let him get used to your size…” Coach Harbor grunted as he pushed into Ben all the way.
Ben gasped at the deep stroke from his coach. He was in heaven getting slowly fucked by his long time crush. Coach Harbor folded Ben’s legs towards his chest, carefully pushing deeper into my son. The built, hairy lacrosse coach used deliberate, long strokes as Ben melted into the bed with pleasure. His rock hard cock jumped and throbbed as the elder Harbor’s huge cock tortured Ben's prostate.
I couldn’t keep my focus on my son for too long as Wes Harbor pushed more of his massive jock dick into me. His hands roamed my furry, muscled chest, helping me relax as his cock kept stretching me. The more collegiate lacrosse jock cock the younger Harbor fed my ass, the more I wanted. The previous night I’d come to terms with enjoying whatever all this was, now I was worried I wouldn’t be able to get enough.
“Goddamn, Wes!” I hissed through gritted teeth as he pushed more of his cock up my tight chute. “That cock is fucking mammoth.”
“He’s a chip off the old block, Ted.” Coach Harbor chimed in, looking over at us, never breaking his rhythm.
“Ted likes ‘em big.” Al added with chuckle, he was naked with a big smile and a rock hard dick watching the scene unfold.
Al’s comment would have hit me in the gut if I wasn’t in the middle of taking the largest cock I’d ever had in my short time bottoming. Jake hung back, slowly tugging his rock hard cock, his bearded face transfixed on the side by side, pairing. I let out a deep groan as Wes Harbor finally bottomed out in my guts. The thick, rigid length of his huge cock buried to the hilt. My sphincter stretched around the intruder as my innards clung to every vein and ridge of the jock’s member.
“You’re doing great, Mr. Sutton.” Wes encouraged genuinely, as he slid his hands down my muscled flanks.
“Remember, Wes, easy strokes to begin.” The elder Harbor was coaching his son through fucking my dad ass.
Wes listened, slowly pulling back before firmly pushing his diamond hard cock back in. I groaned at each retreat and grunted with each thrust. Slowly, he increased the length of his strokes. I felt my ass grip his cock was he withdrew, trying to hold onto it.
“Fuck, Mr. S, this so hot.” Wes Harbor groaned as he continued to slowly churn my guts.
Wes’s hands wandered the expanse of my CrossFit-honed, hairy muscled body. He would break eye contact to rake over my form as I held my legs up. It did nothing but amp up my lust for the jock, the way he looked at me, objectified me. His hands found my thick cock, leaking against my abs.
“Really, hot dad cock, Mr. S.” The younger Harbor hissed as he gave me a few tugs in time with his thrusts.
I could only moan. I was seriously overstimulated. It was like there was no one else in the room. I watched Wes’s smooth, muscled body flex and relax as he thrust. His wide, pronounced pecs and shoulders told of countless hours of strength and conditioning work. His abs and hips carried the power and precision of the athlete he was. Wes’s cheeks grew ruddy as he began to perspire, he was holding back but the excitement and lust were heating him up.
“I wanna try doggie.” Wes spoke almost breathlessly.
“Attaboy!” Coach Harbor boomed, clearly proud of the cocksman he was coaching his son to be.
I nodded yes and Wes pulled his massive jock cock all the way out. I felt empty as I saw the rigid, greased up uncut cock slide out. I let my legs down, feeling the blood rush back into them and pulled myself off of the couch. I noticed Coach Harbor still rhythmically pumping and out of Ben on the bed next to us. Ben had a far away dreamy look on his face, the elder Harbor looked on at our repositioning sporting a look of pride as his son directed me onto my hands and knees on the edge of the bed.
I involuntarily groaned when I felt the hot tip of Wes’s dick kiss my hole. With one hand he steadied my hips while the other held his cock at the base. With a flex of his glutes, he pressed back into me, burying a few inches in one go. I gripped the sheets with clenched fists at the intensity of the new position. I was thankful he’d fucked me on my back first. Looking over, I saw Ben staring at me with the biggest smile, my son was in heaven.
“I love watching you get fucked, Dad.” He said as Coach Harbor never broke his pace.
Wes’s big, thick, uncut cock sunk all the way into me, knocking the breath from my lungs. I braced myself against it as he slowly withdrew and smoothly sunk back in.
“I love watching a stud like you, Ted, get fucked by my boy.” Coach Harbor echoed Ben’s sentiment. I couldn’t disagree, my cock was hard as nails as Ben worked in and out. “It’s tripping my wires… Ben, your ass is gonna pull a load outta me.” Coach Harbor panted. “Wanna get bred by Coach?”
I looked over at the scene next to me as Wes shafted me deeper and deeper. Coach Harbor picked up his pace, going for his nut. Ben clawed at the studly lacrosse coach as Frank Harbor held Ben’s legs to his chest.
“Fuck yeah, Coach, I want your load, nut in me.” My son moaned.
I could tell Wes was watching his dad fuck my son, Wes’s pace quickened. His massive cock and the new angle on all fours was making me see stars. My hole stretched, every single nerve ending on my insides fired, he hit spots that I didn’t even know existed in me.
“Here it comes, Sutton! Coach is gonna flood your guts just like you always wanted!” Coach Harbor bellowed.
“Fuck yeah, Dad.” Wes grunted, his grip strong on my hips as he drove his cock into me.
Coach Harbor’s hairy, muscled body tensed as his thrusts and breath grew ragged. He unleashed a loud deep moan as his huge cock pulsed inside my son’s straining hole. He fucked his load deep into Ben, seeding the jock. Ben cried out, feeling Coach Harbor unleash his nut into him.
Wes planted one leg on the bed, one was still firmly on the ground as I was on my hands and knees on the edge. The angle allowed him to drill deeper still, I began to pant, sweat, and grunt with each inward push. Coach Harbor rode out his orgasm, gently fucking my son as his son picked up steam.
“Cum for me, Ben. I wanna see you shoot. Shoot that load for your, Coach, Champ.” Coach Harbor cooed, his still hard cock now only fucking halfway into my son, battering the 19 year old jock’s prostate.
Coach Harbor held Ben’s legs at a more manageable angle to allow my son access to his throbbing dick. Ben flogged his cock as the lacrosse coach hammered his prostate with short thrusts. Ben hollered as his cock erupted with geysers of cum. Rope after rope of steaming jock jizz exploded from his cockhead, painting his abs and chest.
“Yeah, boy, let it all out.” Coach Harbor encouraged as he kept pounding my son’s prostate.
Eventually, the torrents of cum slowed to a trickle. Coach Harbor mercifully let Ben’s legs down and removed his still hard cock. Ben lay there in a sweaty, cummy mess, his eyes dazed.
“You took it like a champ, Sutton.” Coach Harbor said softly to my son as he appraised the spent jock.
All attention in the room shifted to Wes and I. Wes gripped my hips firmly as he continued to thrust harder. My insides were on fire, the overstimulating pleasure crackled through my body and I braced myself. I found that I was pushing back, meeting the jock’s inward motions. Sweat dripped off of us, my CrossFit built body pumped from the exertions. Noises I didn’t recognize escaped my lips with each pump of Wes’s dick.
“That’s it, Son. Go for your nut. Breed that dad.” Coach Harbor stood next to his son, coaching him through it.
“I can’t hold off any longer!” Wes cried out.
I could feel his cock pulse inside me and I swear I could feel the warm goo of his cum spreading deep in my guts. The jock pushed all the way in, holding still as he unloaded. The intensity was overwhelming, his breath came in gasps, the grip on my hips dug in. His orgasm seemed to roll on forever, the virile 20 year old had no shortage of cum to deposit.
Finally, Wes pulled out. I collapsed, exhausted, sweaty, and light headed. My bricked up cock rubbing the sheets reminded me that I hadn’t cum yet. I didn’t care at the moment, I needed to catch my breath. When I rolled over, I saw Ben on his knees in front of Al, the man’s big cock in my son’s mouth. Jake stood next to Al, and Ben switched over to the gym stud’s fuckstick.
“Looks like you still need some relief, Ted.” Coach Harbor spoke, Wes was watching Ben suck Jake and Al.
My attention was on Coach Harbor. He stood by the bed, his big built, hairy frame towering over me as I laid on the bed. His massive cock was still hard and slimy from the breeding he gave Ben. My cock throbbed, it was harder than it had ever been before.
“I could go another round. You and your boy have me all worked up. Whattaya say you take Coach’s dick for a spin?” The elder Harbor asked, flexing his cock so I bounced as he spoke.
“Fuck… yes.” I breathed, looking up at the hunky lacrosse coach.
“Ride me and fuck yourself off, Ted.” Coach Harbor instructed as he laid on the bed after I stood up.
The coach was sprawled out, his furry muscles damp and flush from the exertions of fucking my son. His cock, still covered with lube and cum, glistened as it stood at attention. It was a towering, thick pole of virile manhood. The breeding stick he created his son with, the totem of masculinity he carried between his legs as he turned boys into men on the lacrosse field.
I straddled the man, grabbing his cock to hold it steady as I slowly lowered myself onto it. My hole was sore and achy but I yearned for that stuffed feeling. I groaned as the flared head pressed against my puffy just-fucked hole. Lowering more, I felt his thickness pierce into me. My hole stretched again as I let more of Coach Harbor’s thick dadcock slide into me. As I continued my descent, I realized he was even more hung than his son.
“I love jocks, but a stud jock dad is even better.” Coach Harbor cooed as he explored the hairy terrain of my body. “Especially when I’m using my boy’s cum as lube.”
I grunted as I bottomed out of his massive hog. My ass was well greased with lube and Wes’s huge load. I felt some ooze from my hole as the Elder Harbor’s cock pushed in. Everyone had stopped what they were doing and huddled around the bed. Ben was between Al and Jake, Wes was there too, entranced. I began to bounce, my cock lewdly bouncing with me. The position and Frank Harbor’s huge dick made my nerve endings explode with pleasure. I leaned forward, grabbing onto Coach Harbor’s furry pecs for support. Our eyes met.
“Hold on, Ted. I’m gonna fuck the cum out of you.” The elder Harbor said calmly.
With that, he began to piston his hips. His cock stretched me, this time in yet another new angle. Frank Harbor’s massive cock hammered my buttnutt with each thrust. I was seeing stars as I rode my son’s high school lacrosse coach’s cock in front of him. My awareness narrowed to just the two of us, it was as if nothing else in the world existed.
“C’mon, Ted, I know you want to nut for Coach. Let it go.” Coach Harbor grunted on an upward thrust.
He was right. I shifted my weight to free my hand. It only took a few tugs before I felt it. I groaned louder than I expected, my ass spasmed, desperately trying to clench down on Coach Harbor’s cock.
“Fuck, Ted, your ass’s got a vicegrip! Gonna make me blow again.” Coach Harbor grunted as he dick somehow expanded and pulsed deep inside of me.
I nearly blacked out as I felt the boiling viscous liquid shrapnel blast from my aching cock. My cum flew out in sheets, drenching Frank Harbor’s thickly hairy muscles. I cried out again as I leaned back, impaling myself fully on his meat rod, the next rope of my cum landed on the elder Harbor’s unshaven face.
Finally, I felt the wild wave of my orgasm begin to subside. I became re-acquainted with my surroundings. Coach Harbor was looking up at me grinning with his handsome face, his cock still buried deep. Ben and Wes had leaned in close, watching their dads go at it. On the other side of the bed, Jake and Al observed.
“Holy hell, Ted, I had no idea you could take dick like that.” Coach Harbor panted, catching his breath from his own intense nut.
I gave a self conscious chuckle as I slowly pulled myself off the man’s cock. My hole was sore but satisfied and my cock flagged to half mast. I looked around the room not knowing what came next. Ben hadn’t taken his eyes off of Coach Harbor’s cum covered body, it was clear he wanted to go another round with the studly lacrosse coach.
“Talk about a great way to start the day.” Al said with a wicked grin and glint in his eye. “Let’s grab a bite and recharge.”
I was relieved for the break. The intensity of the situation and my orgasm had drained me.
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