Scooter and Coach
I’m spending the remainder of Sunday with coach Brian still in his uniform, hogtied on the den floor. Gagged and blindfolded. I feel like the great white hunter who brought down a jungle beast and hauled it back to camp.
He looks so fucking hot lying there helpless, turning his head this way and that, cocking it to follow my movements around the room. He’s quiet. My prisoner for now, and I know he wants more abuse and more dick because like he said: He’s a Marine and Marines like it rough, and can take it. I’ve tested him, and you better believe it, he’s tough and can take it.
I kneel next to him and test the rope binding his hands making certain that it isn’t impairing his blood circulation. His hands are cool but not cold when I grip them. I lower my mouth to his thumbs and suck on both. The warmth of my mouth and the suction causes him to begin to squirm and moan, fucking the carpeted floor.
I take his tied-up desert combat boots in my hands and feel the heat through the roughed-out sand colored leather. I rub my nose over the surface and suck in the pleasant aroma of his sweated-up leather. They smell like him, clean and masculine.
That’s right Sergeant, test my rope, squirm around, but it won’t do you any good, you’re captured Marine meat now!
“Ughh,” He moans into his gag.
The pits of his uniform blouse are soaked with wide dark circles. The absence of deodorant and the warmth of the day combined trigger an invisible cloud of pit stench to hoover over him. It’s wafting up to me as I bend over his prone body, making me light headed for a few seconds.
Damn, you hot mother fucker, you smell like sex! I tell him, grabbing my junk filled jockstrap.
Roger junior is coming back to life. The rigidity tells me that I have two resupplied balls ready to fire more rounds of my dick ammo.
But now, it’s time for me to figure out some shit. What happens after I turn him loose? Is he still going to be in the mind-set of a captured Marine POW or is he going to revert to being the coach in charge? There’s only one way to find out and that’s to untie him and see what happens.
I kneel next to him and remove his gag and blindfold. He’s displaying that formidable coach’s face, frowning, a smirk on his lips, so that answers my question.
“Untie me Edwards.”
Yes sir, coach, I’m on it.
I work quickly to untie his hands and feet, rubbing his wrists to get the circulation going. He rolls over on his side looking me up and down, an amused look on his face.
“You got a real charge out of taking me down and tying me up, didn’t you Edwards?”
Yes sir, we both got what we wanted – you used me as much as I used you. You signaled that you wanted it rough to test your Marine toughness, your prisoner of war scenario and I obliged.
“You sure did oblige and got right into the role of captor and rapist – I have an aching butthole to testify to that fact!”
Yes, sir coach, but you threw me for a loss. I thought you wanted to fuck my straight ass when you invited me over, not the other way around.
“You did exactly what I wanted you to do, you sexed up fucker – Come here.”
He grabs me in a bear hug and gently kisses my mouth, his tongue parts my lips probing inside searching. Both hands drop down to my ass, cupping a cheek in each palm, playfully giggling them.
“When I want this ass boy, I’ll take it, but on my terms, so stand down for now.”
Yes sir, standing down. I watch him cock his head, a questioning looks on his face, then he asks.
“Do the four musketeers have any thoughts about me, any sex fantasies they might have shared with you?”
Yes, all of them. Phil thinks you are some kind of baseball god. He says that you remind him of his dad.
Ryan and Arkansas want to fuck you, and Arkansas wants to get his hands on not only your cock and ass, but your jockstrap and gear. He’s a bit of a gear thief.
If he saw you in your Marine Corps uniform, he’d shit his boxers. If you want him, he’d be an easy take down. Just slam a fist into his stomach like I did to you and tie him up, it would be that easy.
“Phil’s dad, Marshall, I believe is his name, called my office a couple of days ago. He left a message that he would be visiting campus on Monday and asked for a meeting with me.”
Oh, really?
I met him at the beginning of the semester. He’s a tall muscle-bound fucker, gritty, a coal miner. Unsophisticated, a country type, rhinestone in the rough kinda, however he is brutally handsome. He and Phil could be twin brothers except for the age difference.
“Fuck Edwards, now you really have my attention.” He says squeezing his nine-inch hog hanging between his legs. We should double team both and have a party down in my basement.”
Coach, that’s a great idea. You could invite Marshall to stay at your house, since he might be hard pressed to afford a hotel or motel. Make him feel like college family so he won’t think it’s charity. When I met him, he seemed humble but proud.
“I’ll go to work on that suggestion next week, I’ll give him a call and invite him to stay with me – what else you got on your mind son?”
Coach, I have a plan for the remainder of the day and it includes Scooter. Do you mind if I invite him over this afternoon?
“That’s a great idea, by all means invite him over. I’ve seen him on campus all geared up in black leather on his bike, he’s real eye candy, and you say he’s gay, is that right?”
Yes, he’s gay and well endowed.
Jake, is his given name but his dad started calling him Scooter because of his love for motorcycles. He has a black Kawasaki Ninja his dad got him along with some damn hot black leather Alpinstars racing suit and boots to match.
On a hot day, the leather leaves a heady scent in his wake. All the gear seems to keeps his dick stiff. He likes showing it off to passerby’s. And it’s a big thick cut seven-inch cock.
Scooter’s innocent country boy looks turns heads everywhere he goes and to be completely honest, mine included. He’s gentle and boyish.
Last night at the shag party when he was sucking on my tits and looking up at me with those dark brown eyes, I felt his love. It felt good. He treated me like something special, not just an object for his own gratification, but a man he was worshiping.
I pick up my phone and punch in his number and wait for an answer. He doesn’t answer and It goes to voice mail.
‘Scooter, Roger here. Hey bro if you’re not doing anything this afternoon, suit up and ride over to coach Brian’s house. You know the address dude – see you later.’
Five minutes later my phone rings. Hey Scooter, where are you dude?
“I’m on my way to coach’s house, you still there?”
Yes, I’m here with coach, I’ll meet you out front.
“Cool bro, I’m just a few blocks away – want me to bring anything?”
As Ryan would say, just your sweet self.
“Very funny – almost there.”
A minute later he arrives and parks next to my stingray. He’s fucking hot in his Alpinstars black racing leathers, and red and black Sidi ST CE motorcycle boots. He dismounts, black helmet under his arm, grinning that wide killer smile. He walks toward me, pausing briefly, holding his helmet out and turns around slowly to show off his new racing leathers.
“What do think? Damn nice, right?” He says showing off his new leathers.
Fuck bro, that must have set you back a cool thousand bucks or more. What happened to the old leathers?
“The shop took them as a trade-in. They have a section of used racing leathers and boots and helmets. I actually got five Benjamin’s toward these leathers. Fucking cool, right?”
Beyond cool dude. Do you always ride with a hard on?
“Hell yes, bro. There’s no way to keep it down when I gear up and wrap my legs around this monster here, the vibrations alone keep my tool hard, just happens, happens to every rider bro.”
I like that zipper over your ass crack – is it easy to get down?
“Easier than you’d think, maybe I’ll let you play zipper up, zipper down sometimes. But bro, what’s going down here at coach’s house – why are you here?”
I’m here because coach invited me over to watch a game and have a couple brews.
“No shit? Where is coach?”
Follow me. We go into the house and make our way to the den. Scooter’s mouth drops open when he sees coach wearing his Marine uniform.
“Coach, have you been called up?” Scooter inquires.
Coach, laughing comes over to Scooter and puts his arm over Scooter’s shoulder.
“Nah, Edwards here was wondering how I look in my USMC gear, so I got uniformed up for him – what do you think?”
“WOW! You look combat ready to me sir, awesome!”
“You think so son? Edwards here and I were going over some take down maneuvers.”
Coach puts the crook of his right arm around Scooter’s neck as his left hand grabs one of Scooter’s arms and twist it behind his back. A boot kick behind his knee brings him face down on the carpeted floor.
“Hand me that rope Edwards!” He shouts. I drop it into his outstretched hand and watch him skillfully bind Scooter’s hands behind his back, his knee on the other’s hard ass mounds as he works.
“What the fuck? OVER!” Scooter calls out from his position on the floor.
Just relax – coach is going to give you the dicking of your young life my boy. I say kneeling next to him, my hands ruffling his shaggy sandy hair, then I’m going to take sloppy seconds.
“Holly shit bro, the coach is gonna fuck me?”
You bet your sweet ass he is and he’s got nine thick inches to open you up.
Coach kneels in front of Scooter’s bound body. Unbuttons his uniform trousers and hauls out his ass mauler, the head already slick. It’s not yet fully inflated as he rubs the head over Scooters lips, they part and take him inside, it immediately comes to life.
“That’s a good boy, get me nice and hard because I’m going up your chute to do some exploring!”
I stand back and watch coach slowly pull down the zipper concealing two hard muscled ass mounds. He bends down, rubs his nose up and down the crack while using his tongue to swab between them.
“Get down here Edwards and eat out your pal’s asshole, get it good and sloppy, you have that hungry look on your face.”
Yes sir coach, this is the boy I was telling you about. He’s trying to turn me gay and I’m closer than I ever thought possible.
I dive down using both of my hands to spread him open and proceed to eat him out. His asshole tastes like a country boy’s ass should taste. It’s a wholesome, fresh raw meat taste. Slightly foreboding, dark but delicious. I work on it, chewing and sucking the quivering muscle guarding his insides until it’s wet and sloppy. Scooter is moaning and shoving his ass into my face as I work to loosen him for coach.
“Eat me out baby, get me ready for what I’ve dreamed about since Spring tryouts, coach dicking me!”
“Ok Edwards, stand down and back off.”
Coach grabs the back of my neck and hauls me up. Then he kneels holding his cock at the base using it as a battering ram, jabs into Scooter’s fuck hole and goes balls deep into Scooter with one thrust.
“OH, MOTHER FUCKER GOD DAMN! YOU’RE KILLING ME COACH! AHH, YOU’RE RIPPING ME APART MAN - A LITTLE RELIEF PLEASE COACH PLEASE!”
Coach holds still for a few seconds. His torpedo buried deep inside of his first baseman’s butthole. He lays silently on top of his ball player, his nut sack next to Scooter’s.
“I’ve seen you crotch watching me buddy boy every chance you get and now you’ve got me buried deep – how do you feel now bottom boy?”
“Coach, you fucking muscled me down like a man on a quest, no one has ever done that before. You just jumped me and took me man! None of that may I shit? Just slam bam thank you mam.
I’m going to make a big deposit in your guts and Roger is going to ride in on my cum and mix his with mine – joint custody.
Coach begins a hard pounding fuck into Scooter. He uses his big hands to gag and cut off the loud whimpering, the unrestrained crying out loud as coach’s nine inches continues to destroy and brutalized the hole he’s conquering. Scooter is sobbing tears of joy, praising God out loud with every thrust deep into his guts.
I kneel next to him. He looks up at me with the wistful eyes of a lost boy. If I wasn’t primed to take his ass after coach finishes up I might feel sorry for him.
I call myself straight, because I want to fuck a girl’s pussy whenever I have the opportunity, maybe get married one day and raise a family.
But I must be bi, if another dude’s ass turns me on like this. Right now, I don’t give a flying fuck. I just want inside of Scooter’s ass, full stop. I’ll deal with the other crap later on down the road.
Coach is humping the daylights out of Scooter’s tight hole, slapping the back of his head like he’s riding a bucking bronc.
“Yeah boy, take this load and hold it inside because my pal here is going to get in there and add something to the mix – and here it comes!”
It’s cool the way coach froze in place, just stopped, abdominals tightening, head back, face contorted and then a roar that could be heard all the way across town. The euphoria that envelops Scooter stops his sobbing. He’s is lying quietly beneath coach, coming down slowly.
The coach pulls out and I take his place. My dick slides in, no friction at all. Coach’s hot cum is a puddle of warmth that enables me to go all the way in to my nuts. Fuckin hot, takes me no time to unload my balls. I pull out my cock covered with cum.
Scooter is looking over his shoulder at me. His tear streaked face breaking into a big smile. My heart skips a beat as I use my dick head to play with his weeping hole.
I feel cheated out of a good fuck, but there will be other times, so I relax and remove my cock and wipe it across his smooth ass.
“Good job champ!” coach says helping me stand. “What do you want to do with our friend now?”
Let’s leave him tied up, throw him on the couch, face down but leave his zipper open, it’s still early and anything could happen.
End of Chapter Six
Rex Larsen
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