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Office Boy
As promised, Coach Franco helped me pack up my Philadelphia college apartment on my final Friday morning. He offered to let me stay at his home until my flight to Sydney the following week. Coach said he felt bad for me because my apartment would be empty after the packing and he wanted me to have a comfortable place to stay before I left. My packed items were either going to my parents' home in the Midwest or to my new place in Sydney.
My roommate, Carlos, had already left a few days ago, leaving me to finish cleaning and be available for the other members of the wrestling team to pick up the remaining furniture. Carlos was taking his furniture to his new home in Brooklyn, New York. By this time, the kitchen table, sofa and my bed were the only things left in the apartment. I will forever remember Carlos and my last few days together as we learned how to pleasure each other's bodies through our endless sexual play.
With regards to the final packing details, Coach mentioned that the baseball team's coach, Coach Cooper, had cleared his schedule and wanted to help us pack. I thought it was really nice of him to join us as I clearly will never forget the scene of these two coaches using me and my two holes at the end of the baseball team's pool fundraiser. More men meant the packing and cleaning would go faster. However, when Friday morning arrived, I received a text from Coach Franco saying he would be a little late.
At around 7:30, I heard the doorbell and opened the door, still with wet hair and only in my skimpy white running shorts. I had just taken a quick shower to cool off since the weather was hot and humid. Due to the extreme heat, one did not want to be wearing much clothing. I had this pair of very light weight, "barely there" shorts that I thought would work perfectly for this day and help keep me staying fresh and comfortable. I never bothered putting on a shirt.
When I opened the door, I was greeted by two smiling handsome men that were about twice my age. Coach Cooper, a total fit looking baseball jock of a man, was totally toned in his tight-fitting golf shorts and shirt. His body hair could be seen on his exposed very strong legs and arms.
Next to Coop was standing a very handsome athletic black male I had not met before. I was locked in on his friend, a tall, striking muscled athletic man as I watched his eyes rake me over from the top of my head to my feet. I stood there in just my skimpy running shorts—his eyes widen, his brows raised, and he licked his lips. I suddenly felt a bit self-conscious in only my shorts as the thin fabric hardly covered anything. I hope I was not making a fool of myself by not wearing much clothing.
"Hey Brad, great to see you!" Coach Cooper said as he broke my stare. "I was talking to Franco the other night, and he mentioned helping you out this morning. I had some free time and wanted to see you one more time before you left Philly."
"Brad, this is Duny," Coach Cooper continued. "He coaches a college baseball team near DC. He was visiting this weekend and offered to help, too."
The two men seemed excited, like kids in a candy store. Coach Cooper was grinning, and his beautiful friend dressed very similar as him, Duny had a confident look, like he was ready to take charge of whatever needed to be done.
"Damn," Duny said softly. "I did not realize we would get a young man's muscle show while helping you pack. I can see why Coop was so eager to come over."
I quickly shut the door after they entered, feeling a bit awkward as I noticed their eyes continued to linger on my body. The way my shorts clung to me did not leave much to the imagination. I wondered if I should put on more clothing and be a bit more modest.
As Coach Cooper walked by first, his hand brushed my waist, and Duny followed, doing the same. I was a little surprised, but I tried not to make a big deal out of these older men's behavior.
"It is pretty warm in here," Duny commented.
I tried to ignore the uncomfortable comments being said by the men and focus on the task ahead. Packing would definitely be interesting with all the distractions. Cooper listened to my initial packing thoughts, he grabbed a box from the floor, but not before running his firm hand down my back, his fingers pressing into the dip of my spine.
"You sure you are ready to leave this place?" Cooper asked, smirking.
I shrugged, lifting another box. "Gotta move on to Sydney."
The baseball coach nudged my hip. "Well, at least you are giving us something nice to look at while we help."
Cooper laughed, then leaned in close to my ear. "You know," he said, voice low, "Hot as hell in here. Maybe you would be more comfortable in that little G-string and bow tie you wore at the pool party."
I turned to face him, raising a brow.
"You know the one," he teased. "Barely anything there. I bet it would feel really nice in this heat."
Duny grinned, "I have not seen you with your little outfit on yet. C'mon, you should put it on."
I hesitated for a second, but the way they were looking at me made my skin tingle. I was not sure about this idea. However, I wanted to show my appreciation for the two coaches helping me out this morning and thought if me wearing the G-String made them happy, it would not hurt anyone.
I walked over to my backpack, digging through until I found it—the tiny, well-worn G-string and my small white bow tie. Lifting the briefs, I noticed the dried precum staining the front. My stomach tightened. I turned back to them, holding it up. "Is this what you wanted?"
Cooper licked his lips. "That's the one."
My cock began to throb, pushing against the thin fabric of my running shorts, a damp spot growing where my tip pressed against the fabric. I was leaking, my precum seeping through, making a dark stain in front. I shifted my stance, but it only made things worse—the friction sent a little excitement through me. The way Cooper and Duny were watching me, their eyes dark with interest, made my body heat up even more
Duny noticed. His eyes flicked down, then back up to mine. "Damn, you are really getting into this, huh?"
Cooper chuckled, reaching out to run a hand over my abs, then lower, his fingers grazing the wet patch on my shorts. "Looks like he's more than ready," he said toward Duny.
My body was confused about their touches, as the heat in the room was not just from the weather anymore. I let out a slow breath, my cock throbbing harder as their hands roamed my body, cupping my athletic bubble butt. My shorts felt even thinner now. Cooper ran a finger just under the waistband, tugging it slightly.
"You going to put it on, or just stand there teasing us?" he said, his voice thick with heat.
Cooper moved behind me, his hands continue to grip my hips, thumbs pressing into my skin. "Come on, Brad," he coaxed. "You know it will feel good. Let Duny see that pretty thing on you. Your wrestler's muscles will really pop with you wearing the G-String and tie. Trust me."
I bit my lip, heart pounding as I walked into my bedroom to change for the men. I pushed my shorts down, letting them drop to my ankles. My hard cock sprang free, erect and dripping, a thin string of precum stretching between the tip and my thigh.
Grabbing the G-string, I slid it up my legs, the little fabric barely covering my aching cock, the back thin string disappearing into my ass crack. The old stain of dried precum rubbed against my tip, mixing with the fresh wetness still leaking out of me. I shuddered, my cock pulsing from the sensation. What mess was I getting myself into, I wondered?
I took a big gulp after I put on the little bow tie and went back out into the living room. I heard Duny inhale sharply, while Cooper let out a low, approving hum. There I stood, a fresh college-aged graduate with my sculpted wrestling body on full display. I was nearly half the age of these stunning, dominant men, their hungry eyes devouring every inch of me.
"Damn," Cooper muttered, his eyes fixed on the barely-there fabric that was covering me. "That's even better than I remembered. I just know, the other male guests also loved having your muscles on full display for them at the Pool Party."
As Cooper came over to me, his hands slid up my stomach, his breath warm against my neck. I tried not to shift my hips as the movement made the G-string stretch tighter against me.
"Wow, you are a very attractive young athlete, Brad," said Duny. "You look like you were created for this G-String."
Cooper shook his head, grinning. "You really expect us to focus on packing when you are walking around like this?"
I bent down to grab a small box, trying not give them a show. My cock was already hard, straining against the fabric, wet spots of precum spreading through the thin material. The pressure of the G-string only made it worse, teasing my sensitive head with every movement.
Cooper sounded proud of his accomplishment of getting me to put on my G-string. He snuck behind me, his broad chest pressing against my back as his hands settle on my hips. His fingers played with the strap of the G-string, pulling it slightly before letting it snap back against my skin. "You should not pack this G-string," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "I think you might consider wearing this all the time."
I moaned softly, shifting my stance as my cock throbbed, dripping precum down my leg. Duny reached past me, aiming to grab a stack of books but making sure his arm dragged against my chest. "Maybe we should take a break first," he suggested. "This heat has you all worked up."
Duny's hands slid lower, his fingers grazing me before he pulled back with a smirk. "Let's see how much packing we actually get done before we get too…. distracted."
I swallowed hard, my skin burning under their teasing touches, knowing damn well that distraction was exactly what they had in mind. My cock twitched in its tight little pouch, another drop of precum soaking through, and I knew they were not going to let me off easy.
I bent down to grab another box, feeling the humid air cling to my skin. My muscles flexed as I lifted and like clockwork, I felt a firm hand slide over my back and finally cupping my ass muscle.
"Man, look at this body," Duny said, his fingers tracing the ridge of my muscles before slipping over my shoulder. "You sure you are just an All-American Wrestler? Feels like I am touching a damn Greek statue."
I humbly played it off. "Just trying to stay in shape." I walked past Duny, my cock still hard and wet, straining against the thin G-string. It was not much of a barrier at this point—every step made my erection eager to slip out.
Coach Cooper smiled, stepping into my path. His eyes flicked down before meeting mine again. "You are making it real hard for us men to focus on packing, boy."
I gave him a small shrug, pretending like I did not notice the way their eyes were glued to me. But when I reached for another box, Cooper's hand slid over my bicep, squeezing like he was just testing my arm's strength. Duny joined in, his palm skimming down my side, stopping just at the curve of my waist.
"You are dripping really bad," Duny whispered to me, his voice low, like he was pointing out something casual.
I felt my face blush a bit, but I did not stop moving. "It is hot in here," I said, my voice light, like none of this was getting to me.
"Yeah," Cooper drawled. "Real hot." His fingers brushed over my hip as I passed him, he pushed the G-string down a bit.
I kept moving and bent down to pick up one of the last few boxes to be taped for shipping. I continued to try and not to flex my muscles as I moved as I felt the tight back string of my G-string press between my cheeks. My cock was so wet, dripping as I moved. Coach Cooper and Duny stood nearby watching me, their eyes locked on my body.
Duny stepped closer and continued to flatter me, "Damn, you are built like a real wrestler," he said, his deep voice sending shivers through me. He reached out and ran his hands over my back, then down to my thighs. His touch was firm, controlling. "Strong legs, thick ass," he added, gripping my hips and slowly pulling me back against him.
I gasped, my cock pressing against the box in my hands. Duny's body was warm, solid, and right behind me. His strong hands squeezing my ass on each side of the thin G-string. "Are you always this hard when you pack and clean?" he teased.
Duny did not let go. He slid one hand around to the front of my waist, fingers trailing down my stomach until they reached my wet, slippery cock that barely was tucked inside of my G-string. He slid his fingers inside the pouch and gripped it, stroking slow. I let out a breath, trying to stay in control but my body gave in—my hips trying not to push forward into his touch.
"You want me to take care of this for you, wrestler boy?" Duny whispered in my ear. His other hand took it's time to slide up my chest, feeling my muscles and then resting at my nipple.
I swallowed hard as Cooper stood in front of me nodding his head and approving the show that Duny was putting on for him. As he stepped into me, he took the box and placed it on the floor. Cooper then started to also lightly touch and tease my nipples, allowing Duny to remove his hands from my chest. Cooper went so far to bend over and lick my right nipple. I tried not to moan as these two coaches continued to molest my near fully exposed body from both the front and back.
Being pulled from Cooper's front pocket, I was handed one of his favorite blue pills as the two had no interest of stopping their touching. I still had no idea what these pills were doing for me, but swallowed the pill, using my precum that Duny kept feeding my mouth with his fingers.
Cooper then took out of his other front pocket a little brown bottle that was brought up to my nose. I was told eagerly by Duny to breathe the solutions into my right nostril three times and then my left three times.
My mind was very light-headed as I heard Duny's unzip his shorts behind me, and shortly after, I felt a cock going up and down my ass crack. My body was being fondled by Cooper and Duny as I felt like a college boy toy for them. I was always used to the idea of being on display while wrestling on the mat for men as they watched from the stands. However, this morning my body was treasured by two college baseball coaches as they freely moved their hands all over me.
Just then I noticed the knob of the front door turning and Coach Franco appearing at the door, smiling when he saw the scene in my apartment. "What do I see taking place with my star wrestling stud?" He asked.
Both Cooper and Duny laughed to Franco's question and his surprised arrival at this particular moment. However, the two coaches did not stop their actions as they already were taken over with lust toward using me at their pleasure.
Coach Duny's fingers tangled in my hair as his low commanding voice urged, "Let my stiff cock slide right into your wet, moist hole." The words spark a new intensity—Duny's hard, determined cock entering and pressing deep against my slick hole. Meanwhile, Coach Cooper's lips never let up, his tongue exploring and teasing my chest's sensitive skin while his hands roam, igniting shivers that rippled across my body.
In this charged atmosphere, Coach Franco lingered at the doorway with a knowing, hungry smirk, his earlier remark only fanning the flames of desire. Every caress and command being heard blurring the line between control and surrender. The raw, powerful rhythm of Duny's thrusts and passionate kisses from Coach Cooper combined into an overwhelming surge of ecstasy. I began to moan uncontrolled loudly, my body beginning to beg to be into this fevered haze of lust. Had I become an athletic slut-like sex toy, for these coaches.
In that moment, Franco stepped forward, his eyes dark with desire as his two coaching friends began to start using erotic names and description words toward my behavior and me.
"Good jock boy—get ready to suck a cock!" they commanded, their voices becoming rougher and stronger as they layered insult upon insult. "You are acting like a whore—always ready for more." Their name calling echoed around me as I lost myself in the sensation.
Franco stood close to the action, appearing not to know how to interact and get involved. His eyes locked into mine as I tried not to display the pleasure I was feeling with his two coaching friends enjoying my body. Duny's steady, fervent fucking pace continued to drive me to the edge. Each word, each thrust, every heated command pushed me further into a delirious haze of pleasures and degraded delight.
Just then, Duny urged me to breath in more from the little brown bottle. One nostril several huffs. Then the other nostril and several huffs. Cooper repeated saying I was being a "Good boy."
The men guided me to the hard surface of the oak kitchen table. Duny's strong coaching hands gripping my waist as he continued to press into me as they moved me. Coach Franco circled closer, his eyes continued to blaze with hunger, while Coach Cooper shoved me forward, positioning me perfectly for what came next.
"Come on, you hot, jock boy—take it!" Cooper growled, his tone a mixture of command and praise. "That's it, our irresistible wrestler—show us just how much you have grown to crave men this week!"
Every word stroked the fire within me as Duny slid out of my ass and the two turned me over, laying me with my back on the table top. My legs were then raised up toward my shoulders with Cooper and Duny's hands and passionate mouths exploring every corner of my body's muscles, again. Their urgent voices mixed with my moans. They continued to call me every erotic name imaginable—"slut," "whore," and "good jock toy boy"—each title punctuating the raw intensity of our desire.
Duny bent forward and continued to enjoy my wet jock ass by licking my hole's lips, even making sure to stick his rolled-up tongue inside of my ass.
Franco's reached in and allowed his hand to slide along my thigh while Duny continued his steady, unyielding pace. Coach Cooper's voice was low and commanding as he directed me. The kitchen was filled with the sounds of lust—my moans, their encouragement, and the rhythm of passion taking over every sense.
In that heated moment, every touch, every word, every erotic command drove me deeper into an ecstatic haze, my body completely surrendered to the pleasure of the moment.
Cooper smiled as he gripped my shoulders from behind, his strong fingers pressing into my muscles. "Damn, Brad, you are the perfect jock," he said, his lips grazing the top of my forehead. "Strong, fit and built for this."
Franco smiled at me holding my legs up to allow Duny to easily get inside of my pucker. My wrestling coach's eyes continued to be filled with hunger. "Look at you, all worked up, all ours. You love being a jock, don't you, boy?" His fingers trailed over my chest, toying with my nipples before slipping lower grazing the waistband of my G-string.
As Duny leaned into my glutes, his deep voice vibrated through me. "You are a real prize, Brad. A damn good-looking athlete, made to be handled like this."
The little brown bottle appeared again, pressed right under my nose. Coach Cooper tipped it just enough, his free hand gripping the back of my head. "Breathe deep, boy. Take it in." The sharp, intoxicating rush filled my lungs, making me shudder. My body tingled my muscles flexing under their touch, my cock wet and aching, not being fully contained anymore by the G-string.
Just then, Cooper took control, bringing me off the table and guiding me down to my knees on the weathered wood kitchen floor, "Yeah, just like that," he whispered as he massaged the top of my head. "You love being our perfect wrestling boy, don't you? Getting handled by your coaches before you move to Sydney, being our Chosen Jock."
Duny's lightly laughed as he leaned down, his lips barely an inch from mine. "We are going to continue to take good care of you, Brad. Now open up your beautiful mouth, boy."
I began to crave their cocks. Wanting their cocks. Needing their cocks.
Cooper's hand held my chin, tilting my face up as he smiled down at me. His jaw and piercing blue eyes gave him that classic, handsome coach look—older, dominant, and in complete control. "Damn, look at you," he said. "Our handsome, strong guy almost fully naked like you should always be."
Franco crouched beside Cooper, not saying very much, his Italian features sharp and striking. His dark eyes continued to burned with lust, his olive skin glistening in the dim sunshine light that came into the apartment. "Yeah, Brad, these coaches love your body," he said, his voice smooth, teasing, as he ran a hand through my sweat damp hair. "You are going to be very popular when you arrive in Sydney next week. Mike is excited to have you as his office boy."
Duny stood over me, his chocolate-brown skin glowing under the warm light. His body was built to perfection—broad shoulders, perfect muscular pecs, and arms thick with power. His full lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. His players must admire having a sexy coach leading their team. "Damn, boy, you look good," he said, his deep coach's voice sending a wave of heat through me. "Like a real athlete, ready to please his coaches."
The little brown bottle appeared again, held by Franco this time. He pressed it under my nose, watching my chest rise and fall as I inhaled deep. My muscles twitched, my head buzzing with pleasure, my cock throbbing between my legs. Cooper laughed again, sliding a hand down my jaw. "That's it, jock. Let the bottle take you where you need to go."
Duny's strong fingers traced the line of my jaw moving lower, brushing over my throat, my collarbone, down to my heaving chest. "Damn, you are solid," he said, his palms exploring every ridge of my muscles. "All that training, all that hard work built to be use."
Franco slid a hand between my thighs, his fingers grazing the wet fabric of my G-string as these men continued to enjoy me. "You are really leaking a lot, Brad," he teased.
Cooper stood back, admiring the scene. "He's perfect." He spoke. "Our strong, wrestling stud, right where he should be." His eyes met Duny's, and the two of them shared a grin before turning back to me.
With Franco’s encouragement, I lowered the now standing three coaches' shorts and briefs to the floor, and they stepped out of them. I eagerly grasped each of their hard cocks in turn, alternating between them. It was my way of showing gratitude for everything they had done for me, especially Coach Cooper, who had helped me live out a major fantasy at the recent pool party fundraiser where my athletic body was the center of attention.
I made sure to show my respect to the coaches by making sure I looked up at their eyes as I sucked on their erect cocks. Their nods of approval made me feel so good, knowing I was performing the way they wanted me to do right now. As all three took their shirts off, Cooper reached over to grab his phone and started to film me sucking their cocks.
My spit was used to make their cocks slippery wet. My strategy was to jack off two men as I sucked on the third coach's cock. Coach Duny even leaned me back to let me catch his saliva in my mouth, which I then used to further lubricate their erections. This caused each man's cock head to precum really well, their fluids mixing nicely on my tongue.
After many minutes I succeeded in arousing them to the point where they scooped me up, hooking their arms under my armpits, and lifted me onto the sofa. Placed on my knees facing the back of the sofa. Cooper began by preparing my ass with his fingers, while Duny positioned himself in front of me, standing behind my sofa. He presented his beautiful erect cock to my lips. I did not hesitate, taking his big black firm cock eagerly into my mouth. It was becoming fitting for me to continue acting like a slut with these three solid embodiments of athletic masculinity.
Cooper brought his mouth to my pussy and began to eat me out. His tongue was enjoying my silky hole, licking the lips of my ass for his pleasure. My moaning around Duny's cock was becoming rather loud. Coach Franco remained on my side and spoke to my face, telling me that I was being a "Good boy". I wanted to make my wrestling coach proud. I had learned to love having these men around me as I tried to satisfy them and their needs over the past several hours.
"You have some real perseverance, Brad. Keep it up, I am so impressed," Duny said. "You have the potential to be something great. Just trust us, and we will help you get there."
Franco encouraged the guys to work together while using my holes. Cooper placed his cock into my well-used waiting hole. Meanwhile, Duny's long, thick BBC was getting covered by my saliva. I used my hand to twist his cock's head as it went in and out of my mouth. The two attractive coaches worked in unison fucking my two holes.
"You are a natural, Brad," added Coach Cooper. "Just let yourself feel the rhythm, let go of any hesitation."
Even though Cooper and Duny were still a bit gruff with the insulting erotic names and commands, all three men treated me with gentle care during our "packing day" intimacy. There was no rough play, only tender attention. I had savored the slow thrusts of their cocks into my firm, muscular ass and wet mouth. The light kisses they placed all over my body heightened my arousal, leaving me breathless. I had embraced their lust, desire and passion for me.
Duny was the first to finally release his cum, telling me he was about to shoot and letting the load fill my mouth. I tried to listen to Franco and swallow as much as I could. However, Duny's BBC provided so much cum that some of the white stuff ran down by chin.
Cooper heard Duny's announcement of cum shooting off that he followed with his own fireworks, filling my ass hole. I squeezed my hole's muscles closed, trying to keep as much warm cum in me before a few strings of white stuff dripped out. What a savoring memory I had of this final packing day before I leave Philadelphia and my college days.
The three men insisted to help and clean me up as we spent a final hour of packing and labeling boxes. They asked me to put the G-String and bow tie back on for one more view of me in an erotic look.
Coach Franco volunteered to take the boxes to the post office sometime next week as he now appeared to be anxious of showing me a good time in Philly for my last few days. I gave Coaches Cooper and Duny a long, lasting hug and thanked them for becoming friends of mine as each of them cupped and slapped my bare glutes before leaving the embrace.
I had a few things put aside for staying over with Coach, but he shared I was not going to need much as he was planning to try and keep things simple.
Before we drove over to Franco’s Center City's townhouse, I threw on my shorts and a tank shirt. I thought of all the good times I had in his home during college. There were team’s dinners, movie nights and impromptu study hours for final semester exams. Coach always made his players feel welcome. I was looking forward to spending a few days with just him and me. As stated, I was proud to be Coach Franco's Chosen Jock.
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