The Coach's Star Quarterback
Coach Kevin's thick meat had softened some but the sight of his quarterback naked and erect, kneeling, awaiting him on the wrestling-style mat laid out on his office floor, had him getting hard again. This is what a longer session with Brock. (He was the star quarterback of the university; pro football scouts were already looking at him to join their teams.) Seeing Brock on the office mat buck naked was making the coach’s dick rock hard. Brock on his mat was becoming a usual occurrence as the two men often had extended the sex after practice.
Brock's eyes were hungry as they took in his coach's naked, damp body as he walked from the private shower room in his office.
"Remind me to win a championship game more often," the jock quipped, coating his big hard dong with lube in slow steady strokes up and down.
Coach's eyes went to a jar of coconut oil that he kept in his desk. Both men liked how the extra slickness that kept Brock in the saddle for longer. And Coach just enjoyed the greasy-slick look that somehow made the quarterback's endowment look even bigger, meatier.
"I am afraid this is going to be the last time... for college at least," the man said as he knelt down and scooted up to the player, the kneeling position making their height difference not quite as big. They kissed hungrily now.
"Hope you don't need a lot of foreplay, Coach," Brock hissed, pulling back and leaning down to scoop out some more semi-solid oil from the jar. It melted in his fingers as he reached back and leaned into reach the coach's ass. "I'm so fucking horny."
"You just got plenty of foreplay, Brock, watching me take a shower." Coach grunted, turning around to give Brock access. The kid had actually taken some coaching in this part of topping. The preparation, the timing, the ability to read his bottom. But Brock's fingers had now mastered the slow-fast one-two punch. Just enough seductiveness and just enough aggressiveness. Those long QB digits greased up the perimeter of coach's pucker then worked their way inside the man. It had been two weeks since his last shafting, courtesy of Brock, and his hole had just the right amount of give now.
Coach hated this part of himself. The way he acted like a nympho bitch in Brock's hands. The hot, frothy cum in his hole added to that feeling, and now both were keyed up ready for yet another fuck session. Coach arched his back into Brock's smoother, muscular chest and felt that hand dig in deeper, three fingers now sawing in and out.
"Thanks for being here this year, Coach," Brock whispered in Coach's ear, licking the lobe softly between words. "Sexually," he added with a soft growl.
"Yah," Coach replied. He and Brock had talked about how they definitely weren't having a relationship. And they weren't. Maybe Brock was always going to put football before a real relationship. Coach imagined himself finding a more mutual relationship, being more of a top, even. That wasn't going to happen with Brock around.
Those fingers slid back out and Coach felt a quick greasy slap on his hairy ass. "On your back, Coach," Brock hissed.
Coach nodded. He was glad. Brock's favorite position was doggy, but the Coach really craved to see his player's face. Turns out the player was on the same wavelength.
Brock wasn't kidding, there wasn't going to be any foreplay. As soon as the coach pulled his thighs backed opened wide, the QB lined up and pushed in. "Too much, Coach?" he asked, concerned.
Coach shook his head no. "Guess you got me worked up."
Brock smiled. "You like my dick don't you?" he asked. Turned on to be even saying this out loud.
"God help me, kid," Coach replied. "I do."
Brock leveraged his hips up to push more of his dong inside. It was tight but not resisting. "I got more for you later, Coach... when my dick has time to build up more cum… we’re going to go at it all night."
The man blushed hard. And his prick jerked off his hairy belly.
The long QB shaft entering him deeply only contributed to his aroused state. Brock paused, that prick head tapping at Coach's inner ring. "Going to let me in, Coach?"
"Jesus," Coach grunted, pulling his legs further back and nodding up at Brock. Golden Boy incarnate, hot stud on the cusp of mega stardom. He'd be gone and Coach would still be here. Brock would be earning a lot of money and enjoying the perks that the title would bring. The coach thought about his replacement of the QB but none of the new recruits would be Brock Mullins.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Brock was having fun teasing Coach's inner tightness now, a smirk on his face. When they first started fooling around Coach thought a dick this big was too much to take. And for a while it was, until both top and bottom found a way to make it happen. Now, Coach had learned how to do a deep cleanse and learned to love that deep breaching.
"FUCK!" the man now cried in excitement as Brock broke through. Whatever NFL player, coach, or agent was next in Brock's sights was going to get majorly cocked for sure.
"Yeah, Coach, take it," Brock hissed, the lust reappearing on his face as he started fucking. Normally the men liked a longer, slower session, but the wining the championship game had worked the jock up into a heated state. Athletically, he pounded the coach in long deep thrusts. stating “Take my fucking cock."
"Yes," Coach growled, looking up into the kid's eyes. This is when his hesitation about being Brock's bitch went away. This was wild hot, sex, making Coach's toes curl and his dick jerk and leak, untouched.
Brock had never felt a fuck like this. His balls were full, unpleasantly full was the feeling in his body, he wanted to cum bad. Even with the slick coconut oil on his dong and greasing up coach's cunt, his fuse getting even shorter. The athlete fucked faster, eager to get his orgasm, almost solely so he could shoot his load again and yet again.
"Yeah, go for it, buddy," Coach urged. He loved watching Brock’s orgasms. And once the jock busted, Coach would stroke off for his own completion. For now, he held his legs tightly back and watched the young stud go for it.
Brock's face grew redder, almost pained. "Uggh," he cried. And then Coach watched, rapt and amazed as Brock pulled all the way out on the outstroke, that ten-inch monster quivering and giving one solid jerk before shooting his load all over coach’s torso.
It took Coach a second to realize that Brock wasn't shooting inside him but all over him. The spray was heavy and warm and frothy as Brock's cum soaked his whole torso.
Brock let out a sigh of pleasurable relief and watched his cum fly, he continued to stroke his dick until the last drop of cum was done. "Sorry, Coach," he grunted. "I couldn't stop that if I tried."
Coach looked down. His belly had pool of Brock's cum, took it in his fingers and began to lick it off the tips. It would be a mess to clean up, for sure, but the man felt alive and rock hard. "Glad you didn't, Brock," the coach admitted with a blush.
"Yeah?" Brock asked, still unable to believe how much Coach seemed into this. With a cocky grin, he briefly unclenched his prick started to jack his dick again until another shot began to fly. Just a quick spurt that got a deep grown from both men.
"Fuck yes," Brock stated. Then with a quiet whisper he looked down and asked. "You want more, Coach?"
Coach nodded as he let out a soft growl as he watched a trickle come out, landing on his pecs, then make its way up...
"Shit," Brock muttered as he watched Coach open his mouth to receive his cock, he started fucking the man's mouth gulping it greedily. The QB's cock jerked rock hard once more. Now that his balls had been partially relieved and now that he was getting even more turned on, he knew he had maybe ten seconds left, fifteen tops, before shooting another load.
His eyes locked on Coach's; he pushed that mammoth prick down his throat. The coach could read the challenge in the jock's gaze and had an idea what he was going for.
"You earned it, buddy. MVP deserves a good orgasm..."
Coach gulped the sperm with lust. He knew he had even less time to work with now. Quickly, he nudged every inch of his QB’s prick inside his greased cunt and then relaxed his fingers at the base.
His tightening abs and his dick did the rest. Both men breathed heavily as Brock's warm cum filled Coach up, his dick pulsing deep into the man's guts.
"Fuck!" coach growled. This was wild and the excitement was getting to him now. And while tasting Brock’s cum was tasty and satisfying, it felt weirdly pleasurable.
Especially now that Brock was fucking him. Pushing in with his spurting dick as it sprayed yet again.
Coach was surprised by Brock's kiss. Ferocious and hungry, the QB practically bent the older man back, adding to the pleasure inside his ass. Brock wasn't long dicking him now, but he didn't need to. Even five or six inches of that cock was enough to feel taken.
Besides, the player was Cumming yet again, unable to hold off another second. He humped excitedly into Coach's warm, cum-soaked body and let loose with his final load of the night. Normally, Coach knew it wouldn't be the last, but this session was so intense so far, Brock might be done after all this.
So, Coach held on to his player and let him ride out that extended orgasm. Patting Brock paternally on the back, almost for a job well done.
Brock was still coming down from the high when he broke the kiss and looked soulfully into Coach's eyes. "Damn, Coach..."
"I smell like sex," Coach said.
"Sorry..." Brock shook his head. "It's Ok, it’s kind of hot actually. Like I've marked my territory."
His meat was softening inside coach’s ass, who was feeling the effects of being filled with cum in both orifices. "Um, buddy... you got to get up..." he warned.
It took the QB a second to realize what was going. "Oh yeah.. shit... yeah..." He quickly dismounted and watched Coach hurriedly get up and walk out toward the toilet stalls. Brock gave the man a few seconds, then got the energy to get up and go check on him.
He saw the man walking out, the toiled flushing behind him.
"You OK, Coach?" he asked. Maybe he'd gotten carried away. Strike that, he'd DEFINITELY gotten carried away.
Coach laughed. "It’s all good, buddy, I just had to piss like a race horse, is all." He patted Brock's upper arm playfully. "Shower up?"
"Yeah."
The two men soaped up. Brock grinned and watched coach jack off a load from the hard dong between his legs.
"Didn't think you had any left in you," Brock said in surprise, smiled, looking down at the cum on the shower tile. And asked, “Are you ready for another round of fucking doggy style?"
Coach gulped and shook his head. "I need a break, buddy. OK?"
Brock nodded. But he was gratified to see his Coach let loose and shoot his own load. All of Brock's orgasms made him feel much fulfilled and a little horny but was also little turned on by coach’s own orgasm.
"Fuck yeah, Coach. Go for it."
Coach smiled and looked up. "You into getting some dick in you?"
In his many fantasies, Brock was always the top, but he wanted to try it. He stepped up and enjoyed the warmth of Coach's dick in him beneath the shower spray.
They kissed and embraced as Brock gave up his ass to coach's release.
They laughed a little as they broke apart at last.
"Don't know why it feels so good inside you," Coach said as he began soaping his player's chest.
Brock thought for a second. "Maybe because I have always been on the top."
Maybe the kid was right. Coach sighed as he felt Brock's strong hands on his own muscled chest. The cleanliness felt like the perfect antidote to their raunchy sessions.
"You didn't get off in my ass, Coach," Brock said as he circled behind the man, his body spooned behind Coach's his hands soaping the man's hairy front.
Kevin shrugged. "It's MVP night," he laughed. "Tonight's about you."
Brock patted his chest. "How bout I stay with you tonight, Coach? I'll help clean up here, and we can head back to your place."
"I'm all tapped out with the sex tonight," Coach warned. "But if you want to try that in the future, I'm game." He was still embarrassed to admit it, but he knew he'd really enjoyed tonight. Brock had shown coach a new side to himself.
"You've already given me my dream, Coach," Brock hissed. He pulled the man back into his taller, soapy body. Holding him close. "How about Coach calls the plays when we get to your place?"
Coach leaned back into the stud's embrace. "I don't have as big a playbook as yours, kiddo."
The man felt soft lips against his temple. "Sometimes the old fashioned, simple plays are the most effective. Right?"
"Are we talking football?" Coach laughed.
But Brock played it straight. "I always am, Coach. 24/7. You know that." He pulled back and turned off his shower spigot.
Coach got more than a little wistful seeing how long that soft dong hung between the QB's thighs, swaying as Brock walked over to pick up a towel to wipe down.
"Give me 15 minutes and I'll have your office clean again. Like new."
"I'll help," Coach started, but Brock interrupted him.
"I made the mess, I clean it, OK, Coach?" he said.
This wasn't the first time his star athlete had entered his bossy mode, but coach decided he liked it. He gave the jock a nod and turned back to wash off the soap and just enjoy the warm water cleaning him off.
Brock's eyes were hungry as they took in his coach's naked, damp body as he walked from the private shower room in his office.
"Remind me to win a championship game more often," the jock quipped, coating his big hard dong with lube in slow steady strokes up and down.
Coach's eyes went to a jar of coconut oil that he kept in his desk. Both men liked how the extra slickness that kept Brock in the saddle for longer. And Coach just enjoyed the greasy-slick look that somehow made the quarterback's endowment look even bigger, meatier.
"I am afraid this is going to be the last time... for college at least," the man said as he knelt down and scooted up to the player, the kneeling position making their height difference not quite as big. They kissed hungrily now.
"Hope you don't need a lot of foreplay, Coach," Brock hissed, pulling back and leaning down to scoop out some more semi-solid oil from the jar. It melted in his fingers as he reached back and leaned into reach the coach's ass. "I'm so fucking horny."
"You just got plenty of foreplay, Brock, watching me take a shower." Coach grunted, turning around to give Brock access. The kid had actually taken some coaching in this part of topping. The preparation, the timing, the ability to read his bottom. But Brock's fingers had now mastered the slow-fast one-two punch. Just enough seductiveness and just enough aggressiveness. Those long QB digits greased up the perimeter of coach's pucker then worked their way inside the man. It had been two weeks since his last shafting, courtesy of Brock, and his hole had just the right amount of give now.
Coach hated this part of himself. The way he acted like a nympho bitch in Brock's hands. The hot, frothy cum in his hole added to that feeling, and now both were keyed up ready for yet another fuck session. Coach arched his back into Brock's smoother, muscular chest and felt that hand dig in deeper, three fingers now sawing in and out.
"Thanks for being here this year, Coach," Brock whispered in Coach's ear, licking the lobe softly between words. "Sexually," he added with a soft growl.
"Yah," Coach replied. He and Brock had talked about how they definitely weren't having a relationship. And they weren't. Maybe Brock was always going to put football before a real relationship. Coach imagined himself finding a more mutual relationship, being more of a top, even. That wasn't going to happen with Brock around.
Those fingers slid back out and Coach felt a quick greasy slap on his hairy ass. "On your back, Coach," Brock hissed.
Coach nodded. He was glad. Brock's favorite position was doggy, but the Coach really craved to see his player's face. Turns out the player was on the same wavelength.
Brock wasn't kidding, there wasn't going to be any foreplay. As soon as the coach pulled his thighs backed opened wide, the QB lined up and pushed in. "Too much, Coach?" he asked, concerned.
Coach shook his head no. "Guess you got me worked up."
Brock smiled. "You like my dick don't you?" he asked. Turned on to be even saying this out loud.
"God help me, kid," Coach replied. "I do."
Brock leveraged his hips up to push more of his dong inside. It was tight but not resisting. "I got more for you later, Coach... when my dick has time to build up more cum… we’re going to go at it all night."
The man blushed hard. And his prick jerked off his hairy belly.
The long QB shaft entering him deeply only contributed to his aroused state. Brock paused, that prick head tapping at Coach's inner ring. "Going to let me in, Coach?"
"Jesus," Coach grunted, pulling his legs further back and nodding up at Brock. Golden Boy incarnate, hot stud on the cusp of mega stardom. He'd be gone and Coach would still be here. Brock would be earning a lot of money and enjoying the perks that the title would bring. The coach thought about his replacement of the QB but none of the new recruits would be Brock Mullins.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Brock was having fun teasing Coach's inner tightness now, a smirk on his face. When they first started fooling around Coach thought a dick this big was too much to take. And for a while it was, until both top and bottom found a way to make it happen. Now, Coach had learned how to do a deep cleanse and learned to love that deep breaching.
"FUCK!" the man now cried in excitement as Brock broke through. Whatever NFL player, coach, or agent was next in Brock's sights was going to get majorly cocked for sure.
"Yeah, Coach, take it," Brock hissed, the lust reappearing on his face as he started fucking. Normally the men liked a longer, slower session, but the wining the championship game had worked the jock up into a heated state. Athletically, he pounded the coach in long deep thrusts. stating “Take my fucking cock."
"Yes," Coach growled, looking up into the kid's eyes. This is when his hesitation about being Brock's bitch went away. This was wild hot, sex, making Coach's toes curl and his dick jerk and leak, untouched.
Brock had never felt a fuck like this. His balls were full, unpleasantly full was the feeling in his body, he wanted to cum bad. Even with the slick coconut oil on his dong and greasing up coach's cunt, his fuse getting even shorter. The athlete fucked faster, eager to get his orgasm, almost solely so he could shoot his load again and yet again.
"Yeah, go for it, buddy," Coach urged. He loved watching Brock’s orgasms. And once the jock busted, Coach would stroke off for his own completion. For now, he held his legs tightly back and watched the young stud go for it.
Brock's face grew redder, almost pained. "Uggh," he cried. And then Coach watched, rapt and amazed as Brock pulled all the way out on the outstroke, that ten-inch monster quivering and giving one solid jerk before shooting his load all over coach’s torso.
It took Coach a second to realize that Brock wasn't shooting inside him but all over him. The spray was heavy and warm and frothy as Brock's cum soaked his whole torso.
Brock let out a sigh of pleasurable relief and watched his cum fly, he continued to stroke his dick until the last drop of cum was done. "Sorry, Coach," he grunted. "I couldn't stop that if I tried."
Coach looked down. His belly had pool of Brock's cum, took it in his fingers and began to lick it off the tips. It would be a mess to clean up, for sure, but the man felt alive and rock hard. "Glad you didn't, Brock," the coach admitted with a blush.
"Yeah?" Brock asked, still unable to believe how much Coach seemed into this. With a cocky grin, he briefly unclenched his prick started to jack his dick again until another shot began to fly. Just a quick spurt that got a deep grown from both men.
"Fuck yes," Brock stated. Then with a quiet whisper he looked down and asked. "You want more, Coach?"
Coach nodded as he let out a soft growl as he watched a trickle come out, landing on his pecs, then make its way up...
"Shit," Brock muttered as he watched Coach open his mouth to receive his cock, he started fucking the man's mouth gulping it greedily. The QB's cock jerked rock hard once more. Now that his balls had been partially relieved and now that he was getting even more turned on, he knew he had maybe ten seconds left, fifteen tops, before shooting another load.
His eyes locked on Coach's; he pushed that mammoth prick down his throat. The coach could read the challenge in the jock's gaze and had an idea what he was going for.
"You earned it, buddy. MVP deserves a good orgasm..."
Coach gulped the sperm with lust. He knew he had even less time to work with now. Quickly, he nudged every inch of his QB’s prick inside his greased cunt and then relaxed his fingers at the base.
His tightening abs and his dick did the rest. Both men breathed heavily as Brock's warm cum filled Coach up, his dick pulsing deep into the man's guts.
"Fuck!" coach growled. This was wild and the excitement was getting to him now. And while tasting Brock’s cum was tasty and satisfying, it felt weirdly pleasurable.
Especially now that Brock was fucking him. Pushing in with his spurting dick as it sprayed yet again.
Coach was surprised by Brock's kiss. Ferocious and hungry, the QB practically bent the older man back, adding to the pleasure inside his ass. Brock wasn't long dicking him now, but he didn't need to. Even five or six inches of that cock was enough to feel taken.
Besides, the player was Cumming yet again, unable to hold off another second. He humped excitedly into Coach's warm, cum-soaked body and let loose with his final load of the night. Normally, Coach knew it wouldn't be the last, but this session was so intense so far, Brock might be done after all this.
So, Coach held on to his player and let him ride out that extended orgasm. Patting Brock paternally on the back, almost for a job well done.
Brock was still coming down from the high when he broke the kiss and looked soulfully into Coach's eyes. "Damn, Coach..."
"I smell like sex," Coach said.
"Sorry..." Brock shook his head. "It's Ok, it’s kind of hot actually. Like I've marked my territory."
His meat was softening inside coach’s ass, who was feeling the effects of being filled with cum in both orifices. "Um, buddy... you got to get up..." he warned.
It took the QB a second to realize what was going. "Oh yeah.. shit... yeah..." He quickly dismounted and watched Coach hurriedly get up and walk out toward the toilet stalls. Brock gave the man a few seconds, then got the energy to get up and go check on him.
He saw the man walking out, the toiled flushing behind him.
"You OK, Coach?" he asked. Maybe he'd gotten carried away. Strike that, he'd DEFINITELY gotten carried away.
Coach laughed. "It’s all good, buddy, I just had to piss like a race horse, is all." He patted Brock's upper arm playfully. "Shower up?"
"Yeah."
The two men soaped up. Brock grinned and watched coach jack off a load from the hard dong between his legs.
"Didn't think you had any left in you," Brock said in surprise, smiled, looking down at the cum on the shower tile. And asked, “Are you ready for another round of fucking doggy style?"
Coach gulped and shook his head. "I need a break, buddy. OK?"
Brock nodded. But he was gratified to see his Coach let loose and shoot his own load. All of Brock's orgasms made him feel much fulfilled and a little horny but was also little turned on by coach’s own orgasm.
"Fuck yeah, Coach. Go for it."
Coach smiled and looked up. "You into getting some dick in you?"
In his many fantasies, Brock was always the top, but he wanted to try it. He stepped up and enjoyed the warmth of Coach's dick in him beneath the shower spray.
They kissed and embraced as Brock gave up his ass to coach's release.
They laughed a little as they broke apart at last.
"Don't know why it feels so good inside you," Coach said as he began soaping his player's chest.
Brock thought for a second. "Maybe because I have always been on the top."
Maybe the kid was right. Coach sighed as he felt Brock's strong hands on his own muscled chest. The cleanliness felt like the perfect antidote to their raunchy sessions.
"You didn't get off in my ass, Coach," Brock said as he circled behind the man, his body spooned behind Coach's his hands soaping the man's hairy front.
Kevin shrugged. "It's MVP night," he laughed. "Tonight's about you."
Brock patted his chest. "How bout I stay with you tonight, Coach? I'll help clean up here, and we can head back to your place."
"I'm all tapped out with the sex tonight," Coach warned. "But if you want to try that in the future, I'm game." He was still embarrassed to admit it, but he knew he'd really enjoyed tonight. Brock had shown coach a new side to himself.
"You've already given me my dream, Coach," Brock hissed. He pulled the man back into his taller, soapy body. Holding him close. "How about Coach calls the plays when we get to your place?"
Coach leaned back into the stud's embrace. "I don't have as big a playbook as yours, kiddo."
The man felt soft lips against his temple. "Sometimes the old fashioned, simple plays are the most effective. Right?"
"Are we talking football?" Coach laughed.
But Brock played it straight. "I always am, Coach. 24/7. You know that." He pulled back and turned off his shower spigot.
Coach got more than a little wistful seeing how long that soft dong hung between the QB's thighs, swaying as Brock walked over to pick up a towel to wipe down.
"Give me 15 minutes and I'll have your office clean again. Like new."
"I'll help," Coach started, but Brock interrupted him.
"I made the mess, I clean it, OK, Coach?" he said.
This wasn't the first time his star athlete had entered his bossy mode, but coach decided he liked it. He gave the jock a nod and turned back to wash off the soap and just enjoy the warm water cleaning him off.
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