The Coach
After the fucking I received Saturday night, I woke up Sunday morning in my dorm room with my dick in my roommate’s mouth. It’s hard, and pulsing as I rub the sleep from my eyes. He’s working hard on it and I’m ready to feed him his breakfast. He craves my jizz the way an alcoholic craves his booze, and he always compliments me on how thick and rich it is. In some weird sense that pleases me.
I tense up, toes curl, abs tighten and I fire off five then six heavy loads into his greedy mouth. He swallows, smacks his lips then runs his tongue over them to clean up any stragglers. “Thanks, straight boy – this is the best way to start my day, and you taste amazing this morning!”
He grabs his phone and exits, not bothering to say goodbye or see you later, just leaves closing the door quietly behind him.
I’ve never felt the compulsion to return the favor. I have no desire to suck cock. But I wouldn’t mind fucking his tight muscled gay pussy if I ever get the chance. It does look good in the tight fit of his button fly Levis, stands out like two mountains of male ass, kind of like the coach’s.
I can’t stop thinking about coach no matter how hard I try. Yesterday when I was in his office and he put his hand on my thigh and squeezed -- is a moment I will never forget. He’s the way I wish my dad was, but isn’t.
When I’m near coach I feel safe and protected even loved, something that I have never felt with my own dad. He’s generous, but not spontaneous or involved when I’m home. Mom is always otherwise occupied with her clubs and charities and that’s fine by me because she and I never really connected. She was more interested in my sister Susan than me anyway.
While I’m recovering from the blow job Phil just performed on me, my other three teammates flash across my mind. They treat me like a trophy won in some bizarre contest. After raping me, they had no regrets at all. It wasn’t rape as far as they were concerned, I just had it coming
I think that they will settle down a bit after getting what they wanted from me. Oh, they’ll still be after me, but more mellow and considerate the next go around.
I actually don’t mind their hands and mouths all over my body, quietly worshiping me, feels good being the center of attention. My dick loves it and I’m starting to like the attention. Weird I know.
And speaking of loving it, our teams first baseman, Scooter is the younger brother I never had. I feel closer to him than I do to any of the others. He’s a tall, lean six-footer, kinda country with shaggy blond hair. Not that gym hardened look, but solidly built with a handsome boyish face, dark brown beady eyes and a smile that lights up any room he enters.
When I was leaving the shag party, Scooter took my phone from me and entered his number and gave the hand signal to call him. He grabbed my shoulders, pulled me close and kissed my mouth. We locked eyes and that killer smile of his nearly melted me on the spot. The other three standing close by broke into broad grins.
If circumstances were different and I was gay, I could fall in love with Scooter and I think he picks up on that.
Sunday is a day of reflection for me. Coach thinks major league scouts are interested in me and I trust him. I’ll do anything he wants.
Just thinking about him in this moment causes my dick to harden, I’m leaking in my jockstrap. Fuck it, I’m going to call and hope he invites me over to his house.
I punch in his number and wait. It rings and rings and rings, then he answers.
“Edwards – good morning son – happy to hear from you – what’s doing champ?”
Oh shit, he called me champ like Phil does.
Not much happening here coach, just got some time on my hands and thought about you and was wondering how your day is going.
“Quiet on this end champ, just having an afternoon beer and watching Jason Benetti and Bob Costas duke it out over the Philli’s and Met’s game played yesterday. Come on over if you have nothing else to do and join me for a few brews.”
My heart skipped several beats before I could answer.
Yes sir, coach. I’m on my way.
“Good, and if you don’t mind, how about stopping and picking up a bag of chips or something, I forget to grab a bag this morning.”
Sure thing coach, I will – be there in a few.
I drive the five blocks to the nearest Quickie Mart and grab a bag of blue corn chips then aim my stingray in coach’s direction. My dick is hard once again, contemplating spending the afternoon with him. I drop my hand to my crotch and give Roger junior a tight squeeze.
Fuck! Am I turning queer for my coach? If not, what the fuck is this?
I’m wearing grey cotton shorts like the ones coach was wearing yesterday and Phil’s beat up sneaks and a loose-fitting school jersey
Five minutes later I’m at Coach’s ranch style house at the end of a cul-de-sac. There is a regulation swimming pool and covered patio in the rear. I park behind his pickup truck and walk to his front door and ring. It takes a few minutes before he answers the door. He’s wearing those light grey cotton shorts, and black flip-flops, no shirt.
His pectoral muscles, hard as steel and covered with blond chest hair glisten with sweat from a recent workout. I can see wet pit hair and drops of sweat running down the sides of his body.
“Come on in son – I got the air conditioning cranking – follow me to den.”
I hand him the bag of chips and walk behind him.
Oh, my fucking god, his shorts are glued to those hard-muscled ass cheeks. Highlighting his hard mountains of male flesh.
“Come on in, put your feet up and relax.”
The den is spacious and modern with sliding glass doors that open onto the covered patio. A seventy-three-inch television is mounted on the wall opposite his couch. The two commentators are in a heated argument when I sit down on his brown leather couch and put my feet up on his coffee table.
“Here you go champ -- icy cold, enjoy.”
Thanks coach. I take the cold can of beer. He sits next to me, puts his feet up next to mine, we clank the cans, and he settles the can on his crotch.
“So son, how’s it going with you and the four musketeers?”
Turning to face him I take a gulp and almost spit the beer out, but caught myself.
Oh, you know coach they’re a little frisky sometimes, but harmless, I suppose.
“Are you gay son?”
Fucking hell! What brought that on?
Does he know something about us, or just guessing?
No sir coach I’m not gay. Why do you ask?
“Just wondering because you seem to pay a lot of attention to my ass and crotch when you think I don’t see you. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that, I’m just curious.”
Coach, maybe I should go.
“No, stay.” He answers, dropping a hand on my thigh. Stroking up toward my crotch.
It’s just that they have a video tape of me, after Phil got me drunk, drunker than I have ever been. Those four are gay coach, not me.
“Oh, yes, that makes sense now. I’ve watched them watching you and figured something was going on between the five of you.”
I don’t know what to say coach. It hasn’t been that bad so far. They consider me fair game for sex, whenever they want it.
“Have they made you suck cock or get fucked?
Yes sir, both of those things.
“Did you like what they did to you?”
I didn’t like it at first, but I wasn’t getting any pussy, and sex is sex I suppose as long as no one gets hurt.
“That’s an intelligent attitude, as long as no one gets hurt, I like that.”
Coach, are you coming on to me?
“Is that what you want son, to have sex with me?
I don’t know sir, but since they fucked my ass I can’t stop thinking about yours and how it would feel to make love to you, get my dick up your ass. It’s the finest male ass I’ve ever seen and you being a former Marine does add something to the mix.
“You like Marines champ?”
Yes sir, coach, very much so.
“What do you like about Marines?”
I like the uniforms, the boots, the discipline and the way they stay in shape and work to muscle up. The ‘no man left behind’ philosophy, the esprit de corps. That’s what I think about when I think about you coach.
“What if I change into my Cammie uniform and boots and we watch a couple of games this afternoon, down a few brews and see what happens, how does that sound to you Edwards?”
Sounds good to me, coach.
“Drop the coach and call me Sergeant after I get uniformed up.”
Yes sir, I can do that for sure.
Coach leaves the den and disappears into one of his bedrooms and returns a few minutes later wearing his Cammie uniform and bloused desert boots. He looks like a poster for the Corps. He’s going commando and I can see his trouser snake move with each step toward me, it looks erect. I have to take a few seconds to catch my breath.
He’s carrying a bucket filled with ice and a six pack of Moosehead Lager and a fifth of Jack Daniels for shots
“You ever dream of fucking a Marine, Edwards?” He says, settling down next to me.
I have now Sergeant! You look like a dream come true. Are you giving your ass to me?
“Not giving, I want you to take it.”
Take it, how Sergeant?
“After we’ve had a few beers and shots I want you to jump my ass, wrestle me down and tie me up. That happened to me my first year in the Corps and I never forgot how it felt to be owned and roped up and fucked by another Marine, in this case my former DI.”
“After you get me secured you can do whatever you want to my ass. Do what your pals did to you after they tied you up, I can take it. Marines like it rough – am I getting through to you?”
Yes, sir Sergeant, I’m reading you loud and clear. Let’s do some shots and see where that leads us.
“That’s what I wanted to hear Edwards, you taking charge.”
He pours two shots, hands me one which I down and watch him do the same, then he refills the shot glasses and we down the second shot and a third.
I reach over and take the glass from his hand, sit it down together with mine on the coffee table.
The booze hit me hard on an empty stomach and has my head buzzing. But I’m feeling emboldened and strangely powerful.
He’s relaxed, slightly drunk and slumped back on the couch, head back, legs spread wide, his hand nestled over his crotch feeling himself up.
Get your hands off that cock – that piece belongs to me, not you!
He jerks his hands off his dick and drops them to the side. He looks at me with a slightly cocky and taunting grin.
Wipe that stupid grin off your face I order him.
I stand up, kick my shorts off. I get up on the couch, now straddling him, and thrust my crotch into his face.
Sergeant, I’m thinking you might be the only queer in this room right now – could that be the case?
“I’m not sure. Until now, it’s been a fantasy of mine watching young ball players out in the field adjusting their jocks and cups. The only gay sex I’ve ever had was when my former DI fucked me. But I do like watching the team from my office stripping down in the locker room playing grab ass before they hit the showers.”
Well coach, that sound mighty gay to me. Have you ever touched anyone on the team?
“No, but I wanted to. I use to have waking day dreams about your roommate Phil. Watching him squat behind the plate, catcher gear is a big turn on for me.”
Oh really? You know he’s the one who made the vid of me sucking his cock to blackmail me into giving him money and whatever else he wants from me. Maybe it’s time to turn the tables on him with your help. Are you game?”
“After you show me what you’ve got today, anything is possible.”
Great, then why don’t you introduce yourself to Roger junior, he’s anxious to make your acquaintance. He loves a warm mouth and a tight butthole.
Standing over and straddling my coach while he’s dressed in his Marine Corps Cammie uniform watching him nuzzle my jockstrap breathing in my crotch musk, licking and nibbling at my cock head through the mesh, causing it to pour out a stream of precum which he sucks through the mesh and swallows, I’m more determined than ever to take his ass and own it the way the others owned mine.
Stop playing with my jockstrap and get my dick out and suck it, Marine!
He wrestles my meat out of my jockstrap, wraps his lips around the head and begins to nurse on it while cradling my balls in his palm.
Ok, that’s enough – go get me some rope and something to gag you with.
He releases my cock from his mouth, gets up and rushes to his bedroom and returns with two coils of thick rope and two olive green bandanas and hands them to me. I take them, dropping them on the coffee table. I unbutton his Cammie blouse and throw on the couch.
He’s looking at me like prey frozen helpless in the headlights.
I use this moment of distraction to slam my fist to his midsection, causing him to double over. I quickly go behind him and kick the back of his knees sending him sprawling face down onto the carpeted floor. And before he has a chance to recover, I grab his hands, yank them over the small of his back, cross and wind the rope around tight and tie off before he can fight back.
Catching his breath, he groans, “Mother fucker you got me Edwards, I didn’t expect that – SHIT!”
I pull my jersey over my head and discard it. I’m naked except for the beat-up Nike sneaks and socks. I fall on his back and place my throbbing piece in his bound hands.
That’s right Marine get a good feel of the dick that’s about to rip you a new asshole.
I work both of my hands under him to release his web belt and unbutton his Cammie trousers and skin them down to his boot tops. He’s going commando so those two hard mounds of Marine ass are there for the taking.
“Damn Edwards that was a fucking quick take down – you got me!”
Shut the fuck up, I don’t want to hear anything you have to say!
I reach for both bandanas, ball up one and stuff it into his mouth and use the other to secure it in by wrapping it behind his head and tie off.
“Uggghhhh” he groans.
Talk all you want, I can’t hear you.
I lower my face to his magnificent ass mounds. They are covered with blond hair that becomes darker as they disappear into his crack. I land my nose on the crack and use my hands to pry his cheeks apart. The fuckers are hard as rock but I finally separate them and there It is, a tiny rosebud of a hole surrounded by dark ass hair. I blow on it and watch it wink back at me.
His butthole reeks of the man he is. A smelly acrid perfume assails my senses as I get closer. It’s a dark and mysterious pungent fragrance that hangs in the air coupled with his ass sweat presenting a banquet of a feast ready to be sampled.
“Uhmmm!”
That’s right you fucking Marine beast, talk to me, I’m listening. I can’t wait any longer because your sweaty trench is calling to me. My tongue with a mind of its own laps and sucks around his anal ring causing it to loosen up a bit as my tongue spears it poking in to taste the man I’ve captured.
At this critical moment I am not straight, I’m possessed. What are labels? I want this virile ass. I want my tongue as well as my cock inside feeling the heat he’s generating. From this minute forward, nothing will be the same. I’m changed, altered. I could very well be gay or whatever and just too stupid and unaware to realize it.
I want to spear this beautiful manly ass and leave my sperm deep inside to be absorbed into the walls of his intestines. If it was possible I’d make him the father of my baby boy. That’s how deeply I am into him.
My cock is painfully hard and pulsing. The head is swollen in anticipation, drooling like a mad dog ready to pounce. I have my fist tight around the base, holding it like a baseball bat. My nuts are drawn up close to my body. My heart is beating a mile a minute. I want this ass more than I have ever wanted anything in my life.
I place the head at his gate and use it to play with his sphincter rubbing over, circling around, a slight jab here, a tentative jab there, sneaking the head past his ass ring and stop allowing it to feel the heat he’s generating for me. He’s beginning to squirm a little, raising his ass up from the floor begging for me to enter his kingdom, to storm the gates and take him hostage.
I lean down and kiss the back of his neck, lick and bite it like a wolf marking his territory. He’s thrashing under me, his bound hands grabbing, fingers tangled in my pubic hair. That’s the moment I sink in all the way until my balls are tight up against his ass.
Suddenly he’s still, no thrashing, no sound coming from his gagged mouth, just silence.
I begin my grind into his guts slowly, at first pulling almost all the way out but leaving my head wedged in his ring, then back in quickly nearly knocking the breath out of him. In and out, in and out, stopping occasionally to allow him to absorb the moment.
I don’t know how long I can keep from flooding his guts with cum, but I’m trying to make it last.
His ass is on and off the floor grinding into me making it impossible to hold off any longer. And though I try to prevent it from happening, I begin to fire volley after volley of cum deep into him.
His shit channel is locked tight around my shaft refusing to allow it to leave, massaging it. I continue to fire into him until my balls are completely drained and hang loose.
I lay on top of him as my heart rate returns to normal and pull out slowly causing a slight popping sound as I exit his fuck hole.
I remove the gag from his mouth, turn him on his side and push my still hard member into his mouth to clean me off.
“That was incredible Edwards, my DI didn’t even come close to equaling that performance – my ass is yours anytime you want it.”
That’s good to know coach, because I’m going to want it every chance I get, so be warned. I’ve marked my territory and will defend it against all comers. It’s mine now.
End of Chapter Five
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