You know the rules

by naaru

10 Jan 2019 5355 readers Score 8.7 (82 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


What the fuck! Where was that fucking jock strap?! There I was, in the room of our coach and I couldn't find any of his fucking jock straps.

I know that I should have planned this more, but when I saw that the door to the coach's rooms was open and no one was at home, I just could not resist. I know I could get caught any minute, but when would I ever get such a chance again? The mere thought of holding one of the pieces of fabric that are constantly pressed against the coach's hard muscles gave me a boner, but having the one that holds his cock and frames his delicious bubble butt was the ultimate prize. It almost made me bust my nut.

I guess my cock had overruled my brain and so here I was and could not find what I had been seeking. Not in the drawers, not the wardrobe, where could he have them?

I was about to go through the dirty laundry when I heard a loud laugh. "You left the door open."

"Smartass," it was the coach. Not sure who the first guy was, but right now I did not care. I had only seconds left to hide and with the blood rushing out of my skin and my heart beating like a drum, I basically threw myself into the wardrobe in the bedroom. I knelt down, tried to calm down and listen.

It did not look as if anyone had heard me as no one came into the room. The doors of the wardrobe were not solid wood but had a grid in it. The bars were big enough that you could not see what was inside but from within you could see the entire room.

"It's becoming a habit, have you noticed?" The unknown guy sounded close. When he entered the room and sat down on the bed I got a good look at him and I was pretty sure that his name was Kevin. I had seen those slanted, dark eyes, pointy nose, square face and slightly wavy hair before. I imagined him in wrestling suits and was confident that he was one of the newbies on the team.

I could hear the door being slammed shut, followed by the coach's voice. "Happy now, my queen?"

Kevin smiled. "Kiss my ass, you peasant!"

"Peasant? I think someone is way over his head right now."

"Very unlikely, I know exactly where I stand."

Finally the coach came in and he was as hot as always: big chest, thick arms, stretching his shirt all out, his jeans filled with his thick legs and butt; Jesus was the guy sexy. His black hair was once again geeled upwards and short at the sides, he had a slight beard at the chin, and his sharp cheekbones accentuated his face as always. How often had I fantasized about this womanizer taking a short trip to the other shore and piledriving his dick into my willing ass? His big almond-shaped eyes had a glazed look and I saw the reason for it in his right hand. He finished the beer and put the bottle on a cupboard near him.

"I do not have to teach you who's in charge, do you?" He asked while standing threateningly over Kevin.

Kevin just grinned at him for that. "Not going to happen."

The coach jumped and threw Kevin back on the bed. Instead of a scream Kevin laughed and tried to get out of under the coach's body, without success. The coach took him into a headlock and Kevin dug into his muscular arms but could not break his grip. His face was starting to turn red.

"What was it that you just said?" coach asked sarcastically. "I am sure it was MASTER."

"Fuck you," Kevin said in a strangled voice.

Coach chuckled. "Oh no, you're the one who gets fucked here!"

Kevin struggled and finally managed to break free and fly off the bed to face the coach with a red head, breathing heavily. He must have loosened the grip on Kevin's neck, giving him the chance: "Not this time, bitch. You will be the one fucked tonight!"

"You know the rules," Coach stated, resting on his arms and looking up at Kevin with a broad grin. "Be the first to say Uncle, you get the dick in the ass. And that's always been you!"

Kevin was breathing more calmly now, "Not this time," he said and squeezed his crotch.

Coach got up from the bed and faced Kevin. "You know the rules!"

"I do," was the only reply before Kevin had tackled him to the bed and grabbed the coach into the same hold he had captured him before. He must have put all his strength in it to hold the coach, because it seemed to be working. The coach actually struggled.

"Just tell me you want my dick, then the pain will stop, old man."

Kevin started grinding against the coach's ass.

"Fuck you," was the only answer. Coach stretched out his arms; furiously trying to catch Kevin's head. In response Kevin pushed hard again and gave coach a punch in the side, making him scream.

"Okay," he said. "Uncle."

Kevin poked a fist in his side. "What did you say," he snarled.

Groaning, coach screamed: "Uncle! Uncle! Fuck you, you bitch, Uncle!"

"Bitch?" Kevin grinned from one ear to the other. "You still dare to call me bitch?" He released the coach and kicked him in the side. The hunk rolled off the bed and crashed onto the floor.

Kevin quickly followed and sat on the coach's back. He pulled his arms up and held them over his knees, a Camel Clutch, a favorite of the coach. Kevin put his hands around coach's head and pulled him back by the chin. "Who is the bitch now?"

"Me!"

"And who will be fucked?"

"Me," said coach, who was out of breath.

Kevin let go of him and the coach collapsed to the floor. Kevin raised a bit to open his jeans. "I've waited a full week for this," he said, while freeing his nicely formed, very hard cock from his black boxers.

Coach was only sighing. He reached down and fumbled at his jeans himself. Hampered by Kevin kneeling over him, he managed to pull down his pants and reveal a big, tight-looking, very white and hairless ass.

„Pure muscles“; Kevin noted approvingly before pulling the delicious ass upwards (forcing the coach on his knees) before he slapped the worked-out buttocks. He lapped at it once and shortly thereafter licked the coach’s hole like a maniac. He pulled the buttocks wide apart to taste the coach’s cunt as deep as possible. This treatment made the coach whimper, submissive and begging for more.

"Yes… Oh God yes. Don’t stop Kevin! Holy shit, you’re killing me."

Kevin must have given him an excellent tongue massage, because the coach didn’t even protest when his hole got spit on and a finger inserted. Quite the contrary, he even moved his ass back and forth while Kevin kneaded his buttocks. There was no doubt, the coach wanted to be fucked. Everyone could see it. Or at least I did, and Kevin did too. He switched from a finger to a thumb and starting fucking a bit faster until the coach had become completely subservient.

My cock was hard as a rock at that moment but I could not do anything about it. Because I was busy recording it all on my phone. No one in their right mind would have let this opportunity pass by.

If it weren't for Kevin working the coach's ass so good that he made him a moaning bitch in heat they surely would have heard me by now. My breath came in short puffs, not much different from the coach's when Kevin stopped his thumb fucking. But the two were so loud that I couldn’t hear myself anymore.

Kevin spat in his hand and smeared the saliva over his cock.

"Go slow, okay?" coach asked.

"Bullshit," Kevin said. "You're never slow with me, and now its payback time."

In no time Kevin had brought himself in position. All he had to do was grab his dick and plugging the coach’s ass. A short cry rang through the room, when the coach was broken in, then Kevin was already sliding back and forth inside him. At first he was doing it slow, then faster and faster. The pain in the coach‘s face had quickly given way to an ecstatic expression.

With that all dams broke. Kevin screwed the coach properly, becoming faster quickly. Doing a good job. The coach became totally loose, transformed into a willing brood mare. Both were one hell of a site. Especially the coach’s vibrating muscle ass, which was bouncing with each movement; my eyes were glued to it. The thought of fucking that tight ass properly made me shoot my load with a low scream without touching myself.

The two hunks couldn’t hear me, not over all of their wheezing and grunting.

Kevin started to ram into the coach more and more strongly, the coach grunting with every thrust. His hands were digging into the carpet and his face was full of pleasure. Who could blame him? Kevin started ramming him especially hard now, and drops of sweat dropped from both of them. "So close," Kevin said through clenched teeth.

"Breed me," moaned the coach. "Cum in my ass!"

With a few last hard thrusts, both faces seemed to distort in convulsions: their mouths opened into an O, and they moaned. Finally, Kevin bore one last time deep into coach and then stayed there.

Coach raised his head and Kevin leaned down to kiss his cheek.

Slowly, Kevin pulled his cock out of coach and lay down next to him. Coach turned and hugged Kevin. Smiling, Kevin asked, "And how was it?"

"Fantastic fuck," coach answered slightly breathless.

Kevin looked down at coach's still hard dick and bent forward to clean him off. Coach rolled his eyes upwards as Kevin's head moved quickly. I could see coach's balls bob up and down and his dick shoot a second load into Kevin’s mouth.

Smiling, Kevin gave coach another kiss. "You've never shot twice before," he said.

"Never been fucked before." Coach answered, still slightly breathless. Then turned to Kevin and said: “New rule: The winner gets the dick in the ass.”

“Fine with me,” Kevin answered before both hugged and kissed each other tenderly. "Ready for bed?" Kevin asks.

"Sure."

They got to their feet, undressed and then got into coach‘s bed.

Only after a long while past darkness did I get out of there. Albeit not before making a last few pictures of the coach and his fantastic ass being spooned by Kevin.

by naaru

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