A Coach's Tale: RAMming It All In
by: scoffinator69
Disclaimer: This story is complete and utter fantasy, and should in no way be believed to say anything definitive about the characters involved, their sexual orientation, or their personal desires. It is 100% about the author thinking that this scenario would be fucking HOT. You should also realize by now that in a fantasy world, everyone is always safe from disease and disfigurement. We do not live in a fantasy world, so do with that knowledge what you will.
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This story is copyrighted by the author as of 10-02-2017
Constructive input and/or encouragement is welcome at scoffin.2814@gmail.com. Flames will be ignored, and please keep in mind this is my first story.
Prologue
It had been the first real test of the still young season. They had all known that, and had practiced with that in mind all week. If they beat the Cowboys in week 4 people would have to start taking them seriously as a force to be reckoned with this year.
The Rams desperately wanted to be back after the last couple of years, the fact that they were already "back" in LA this season had seemed to make it that much more important to the entire team. But especially to Sean McVay, the teams young Head Coach. While most people probably weren't actively hoping he would fail, a lot of them were assuming that would be the case. That his inexperience and youth would be shown to be a fatal blow to the hopes of the Rams on their "return home". He had already become sick of the cliches and euphemisms thrown his way in that regard. And while he knew there was a whole lot of season left to be played, as the seconds ticked down to end the game, and the Rams had beaten the Cowboys 35-30 IN DALLAS no less, a hyper awareness, an edge, was starting to develop. He knew that he still had post game to get through, and he knew that he would be able to.
He also knew that by the time he was done with that, that he would be burning with the need. That the slight edge he was feeling now will have honed itself into razor sharpness. He knew from the past that he would be feeling like he was moving through something like a storm. The electrical charges pulsing in his brain (and his groin) by then would dull some senses and heighten others. He would be hyper aware of touch, taste and smell for sure. Sight would be blurred by the need, like some Hollywood special effect. Hearing would be like he was partially submerged, snatches of conversation...parts of declarative statements-COMMANDS- would be all that would make it through to his brain. He knew all of this, and if truth be told, that knowledge made him happier than the victory.
Part 1
Todd Gurley had thought at first that they should wait, all three were pretty sure what was going to happen within the half hour, but Goff had been insistent, and he had promised that it was just a prelude to the meeting with coach. When he explained that this was all about his two most productive offensive tools being properly thanked by their quarterback for making him look so good out there today, Cooper Kupp gave a grin and reminded Gurley that they had, in fact, made Jared look every bit the hero, and it was the least he could do for them.
Gurley's grinning chuckle was still frozen on his lips as he looked down at his normally towering QB working his long tongue over two prime NFL erections. His own thick nine-incher was glistening with Goff's spit, as was the slightly slimmer eight inch piece poking out of Kupp's pale blond bush. The contrast of his dark skinned, uncut cock and his shaved pubic bone against Kupp's nearly alabaster, circumcised cock, with it's feathery pubic nest was heightening Gurley's desire by the second. Coupled with the ecstatic dance of Goff's overactive tongue and lips, and the fevered tickling of his powerful digits running up, around, in-between and over thighs, taints, and balls were threatening to make this prelude potentially prematurely explosive. Gurley noticed the look on Kupp's face, and was half way through thinking "he looks like I feel", when he scrambled to withdraw both himself and Kupp from Goff's face, knowing it was almost already too late. For his part, Goff's disappointment at that turn of events was short lived when his phone vibrated with an incoming text.
"I am ready for you. All 3 of you. Coach"
As Goff rose to his feet, cock rock hard in his compression shorts, and showed his buddies the message, three huge smiles split three horned up faces. Kupp slipped his still hard shank back into his jock, while Gurley left his hanging out the side of his sweaty pouch. Kupp seemed unsure that that move was wise, and was glancing around to gauge reaction all the way to their destination. In spite of that hint of anxiety, Kupp realized that he was harder than he had ever been by the time they reached coach.
McVay wasn't 100% sure if he liked the blatant show that Gurley was putting on either, but the fact that he had had a HUGE day, and the realization that he had just swiped his tongue along his upper lip, and felt a massive quivering in his sphincter as he took in the sight of his running back's tightly muscled body and huge glistening prick, told McVay that he did, in fact, agree with Gurley's decision.
At that second, though, it was Gurley that felt unsure of himself for the first time today. That feeling didn't last long though. The surprise of seeing three linebackers, Mark Barron, Connor Barwin and Alec Ogletree; alongside TE Tyler Higbee, all leaning against a row of lockers, and the briefest of doubts that brought up, quickly turned back to lustful swagger when it was clear that they were all impressed at his attitude, and probably his balls. Higbee for sure took a little longer to raise his lower jaw back up, which was a fact filed away in Gurley's mind. Looking into coach's eyes, he smiled and said:
"How do you want this, coach?"
The fact that his voice had dropped close to an octave, and was nearly unrecognizable even to himself surprised everyone.
Especially, McVay. Up until then, he had thought that he would be able to exert some modicum of control over the situation. The fact that he had just called these seven men to him, called them to give him what HE wanted, and HOW he wanted, was something he could no longer grasp. Even if Goff, Barwin, Ogletree and Barron hadn't immediately shifted their support to Gurley's question, he doubted he would be able to make anything like a request, let alone a command. Sean McVay knew himself at that moment to be well and truly fucked.
And the charge that sent though him very nearly made him drop his load before he felt any of these men's hands on him.
"I think you get to decide that today, guys. You all did better than the world expected today, and you deserve this." McVay said truthfully. Then, just a shade above a whisper, he added "And I need this. Badly."
Amazingly enough, the actual decision was left unspoken among the seven. A quick glance shared by Goff, Gurley and Barron resulted in a half nod among the three. With a quick look of growing comprehension, Barwin and Ogletree came up off the lockers and looked at their coach. Higbee swung a leg up and over the bench so he now straddled it, cock pushing out through his pro combats and Kupp brought his hand up to stroke himself through his damp jockstrap as they all began to tighten the circle.
In the time that it took the seven studs to finish stripping down, McVay realized that his men were calling an audible, changing up his planned play, and that this particular move was going to be one for the record books.
In the end it was Barron that set the play in motion, by leaning down and kissing his coach running one hand lightly down his side as he pinched McVay's nipple through his shirt with the other, driving his tongue nearly into his smaller coach's throat. The second Barron unbuttoned his coach's pants, and began lowering the zipper, Barwin and Ogletree began lifting his shirt off. Higbee took over on the trousers, and teasingly ran his thumbs over the still hidden cock. Kupp reached in to cup coach's balls, as he moved a finger teasingly just under the waist band. Letting out a low whistle and an approving murmur pointing out the precum seeming to seep out of the briefs with every beat of McVay's heart. Hearing this, Barwin leaned around from behind and swiped his tongue over the wetness, feeling his coach shudder against him.
Barron, feeling McVay grip his wrist like someone afraid of falling, realized that time for serious action had come.
"Barwin, get his shorts off and suck his cock. Higbee, stand up and bend him down till he has you deepthroated. Ogletree and Kupp: Get to work on eating your coach's tight ass! And if you fuckwads let him cum...you will all answer to ME!"
McVay's moan at these instructions somehow only got louder the longer it was drawn out once the guys were actually set to their respective tasks. For his part, Barwin was pleasantly surprised at the size of his coach's cock. While not huge, it was seven solid inches of veiny meat, with a massive purple mushroom head that Barwin knew would feel great popping into his throat. Still cupping McVay's balls, he realized that whenever they did allow their coach to shoot, he was going to drop a huge load from these plum sized 'nads. He would have to keep on his toes with this, though. McVay's precum was too fucking tasty, and if he didn't hold himself back some, he would let coach get off too soon.
Higbee's fireplug thick, uncut seven incher was feeling all kinds of fucking awesome right now as his tight bodied little stud coach was choking it down. McVay was moaning as loudly as he could around it's vein etched shaft, working his tongue like a mad lizard, getting off on his tight end's pelvic bone slamming into his nose, and his ball handling fingers managing a tight grip on the coach's close cropped hair as he moved in and out of McVay's mouth like a battering ram storming a castle gate. The moaning was not, however, just due to Barwin's miraculous working of his shaft and Higbee's demanding thrusts into his throat, but also to what the other two were doing at his back door.
Kupp was nervous. His still limited experience in man-sex was not anywhere near enough to prepare himself for what was going on, both around him, and in his own fevered mind. He had no idea how to eat an ass, and the fact that this one belonged to his coach...a man he had lusted after since first meeting him...served to magnify his nerves to a degree he hadn't felt since waiting for the call back when he was drafted! In another circumstance he could have figured it out on his own. His own pale ass, after all, had been eaten plenty (and well) by every lucky stud who happened to get the call on those occasions that he had needed exactly what these men were now giving coach. The few tentative swipes he had taken when Ogletree shoved his scruffy face into McVay's sweaty ass crack went virtually unregistered by his coach. But not by his teammate.
Ogletree was hunched over Kupp's sleekly muscled back. Huge strong hand digging hard and deep into the wide receiver's neck, full growling lips at the blond's ear telling to fuck that tight ass with his his tongue, Kupp wanting desperately to please this thick linebacker stud as much as he wanted to please his coach. His focused, but unsure, attempts distracted him for a few seconds, but only until he shifted his line of attack and felt the hard truncheon slam into his left glute. Jesus FUCK it felt like it bruised him. And in the next second he slid into the perfect slot to make the play and felt that fucking beast slip into his sweaty, furred crack, his teammates oozing cockhead thumping along the small of his sweaty back. The slight grind back from the wide receiver told the linebacker all he needed to know. First, this white boy is on overload because at least part of him wants to be where coach is now, and second, Alec Ogletree was going to make sure that he would get some serious one on one time with Cooper Kupp before the season ended. Ogletree lessened his grip on the pale neck he was holding, making it in fact, more like a caress. Kupp's whimper at this action turned into a moan as Ogletree snaked his tongue along the edge of Kupp's ear.
"Let me show you how, baby...Just watch me..."
Kupp pulled back just enough to give Ogletree room. Ogletree leaned further in so he could start rimming his coach properly. The pressure of Ogletree's impossibly thick shaft digging harder into Kupp's crack very nearly set the blond off. He knew that he would do anything he could to make sure that Ogletree shafted him deep and hard before the season was out...In the back of his mind though, he felt he had already dropped that pass by not even knowing how to rim an ass. Fuck! Kupp started swiping his tongue over his coach's nuts, nudging Barwin's hand out of the way. The smell and taste of the mingling sweat and spit, plus the furnace hot breath of Ogletree on the side of his face helped to center Kupp as he helped work their coach over. It brought him back into the moment so deeply that it took several minutes to realize that his eyes were locked with the stud linebacker's, inches apart, working over their coach, along with two other guys. And not only that, but Ogletree was lazily flicking a thumb over Kupp's nipple, while his other hand gently cupped his right glute still sliding his massive cock along the desperately hungry ass crack.
Their eyes remained locked as Ogletree pulled away from McVay's ass and moved toward Kupp's gaping mouth. While the kiss was only fleeting, and Ogltree's words were rushed, Kupp had never felt any kind of connection with another man quite so intense as this one with the stud linebacker.
"Your turn baby. You know what to do now." and then Ogletree's fingers gently guided Kupp's face back around to their coach's quivering pucker. And Kupp did know what to do. Diving tongue first into McVay's ass. Manhandling his coach's glutes even farther apart so he could dig his tongue in deeper and deeper, bringing his thumbs into play so as to better tease his whimpering cockslut of a stud coach, and get the whore ready for whoevers cock was going to split it wide open first.
Ogletree's whispered encouragements gave way to promises as Kupp felt the raspy, breathy words his new obsession was imprinting right onto his brain like some painless lusty tattoo. Programming the sleekly muscled wide receiver's consciousness to his own will.
"We're gonna have a lot of fun together baby. I am going to do everything I can think of to you, and then come up with some more, and do those. And you are going to do the same for me...over and over and over. But we gotta wait for that baby. Because tonight is about coach, and how proud he is of us, and how proud we are of him. And he deserves this." A long swipe of a wet, firm tongue drove Kupp to deeper concentration. Focusing all of his attention back toward McVay, Cooper Kupp became a virtuoso with his tongue. Nothing he had ever done on field or off, no achievement or honor meant as much to him at that moment as Coach McVay's words when he was moved to spit out Higbee's still piledriving cock and scream:
"Whoever you are, do NOT stop eating my ass!" as he ground himself back against the thick, firm tongue in his ass like a cat in heat.
Coach was only back on Higbee's cock for another couple of minutes. Higbee knew any longer and he would blow before the second act even started, so he pulled out causing McVay to struggle tongue first back toward the prize that had been ripped from his bruised and puffy lips, still grinding back onto Kupp's tongue. In a split second Barwin made his move, somewhat reluctantly pulling himself away from the diamond hard fountain of precum that was Sean McVay's cock, and sliding himself fluidly to where he was straddling the bench Higbee had just vacated and pulling his stud coach's lips toward his needy cockshaft. The veteran linebacker kept a firm, insistent grip on his coach's head and neck, but otherwise let McVay set the pace. Looking into his linebacker's eyes he let his tongue tip just touch the head of the fat eight in spike, and swirl around the angry red crown, as he used his right hand to drag Barwin's foreskin forward and over the head before he started making his way down to the base. As his mouth and throat registered the bulging flare in the middle of the shaft, he knew he would not be able to wait much longer to feel cock up his ass. And that this one, flared in the middle as it was, would be especially fun. As his nose sank into the wild pubic bush of his stud veteran, he also realized that he gave up being in control of this situation, of having any say at all, without so much as a fight.
Strangely enough, that realization turned him on even more. He would only get what these men were willing to let him have, whatever they thought he deserved, his cock pulsed madly at the acceptance. He only hoped they they would be willing to let him cum. Hopefully, after all seven had shafted and bred him deep. In another second all thought was wiped from McVay's fevered brain as he huffed deeply on Barwin's man scent while grinding back on the face and tongue of his mystery rimmer. It wasn't until he caught sight of a dark, muscular form shifting underneath him that he realized it was Kupp's tongue up his ass and that Ogletree was shifting his stud body onto the floor moving in toward the prize of his cock. The furnace hot wetness of Ogletree's lips and mouth drew a long deep moan from McVay's lips causing an earthquake of vibrations to radiate out all along Barwin's ample cockshaft. Barwin started fucking. Drawing out, teasing his slut coach with hints of oxygen before slipping firmly back into the depths of McVay's throat and holding. The dizziness the coach was feeling at the deprivation of breath was heightened by the numbness of virtually every other part of his body. Every part except where the tongue, lips and thumbs of his wide receiver were working miracles on his aching hole, and the tongue, lips and thumbs of his stud linebacker were making his aching shaft feel better than it had ever felt before. He let these feelings wash over him, savoring Barwin's rich, pungent cock-snot, letting half his mind just let go and enjoy the moment, while holding onto enough of his sanity to file as many memories of this young, exciting gang fuck away for future reference.
Part 2
The sight that greeted Higbee as he extricated himself from his coach and rose to stand, was intoxicating. Less than 2 yards away his stud quarterback was on his knees before two muscled black gods, serving them like a catamite. The fingertips of Goff's left hand lazily tracing over the hard pulsing flesh of Gurley's vein-etched cockshaft while his thumb was twirling around the partially exposed crown. Head bobbing slowly, but determinedly over Barron's own hard-as-steel crank. Truth be told, Higbee had been jealous when Gurley came on board as it knocked the tight end down a notch on the stud chain, at the moment though, that was all overwhelmed by the desire to serve the record setting stud and his proud thick scepter. Higbee moved as in a dream closer to the men, not even realizing he was lowering himself to eye level until his knees hit the hard floor and he felt his thigh rubbing along Goff's own. His shaking hand joined Goff's on Gurley's burning flesh and a realization hit him as he looked from Goff's hard, leaking cock back up to Gurley's before his own eyes. He looked up at Gurley as Goff ceded control over to him, only to see Gurley's eyes boring deep into his own.
"I know, right?" said the stud running back.
From the corner of his eye, Higbee caught sight of Goff moving his hands steadily up along the back of Barron's legs as the quarterback gripped the linebacker's masterpiece of an ass, to drag the man deeper into his throat. Higbee half watched Goff take the full ten inches into himself as his own tongue finally made contact with Gurley's dripping cock. The hunger took over with a shocking immediacy as Higbee made his way with enveloping lips and overactive tongue down Gurley's tasty cock shaft. The big, ball cradling hands coming into play as they took control of Higbee's skull and started a steady, insistent throat fucking that brought the big tight end nearly to tears with desire. His tongue traced the heavy veins along the shaft, his left hand coming up to dig into Gurley's powerful thigh, just below the jutting flesh of the running back's powerful ass. With his right hand, Higbee reached over to begin a thorough tracing of his quarterback's own exposed shaft. Tracing over nearly identical veins with his searching digits on Goff as he was with his starving tongue on Gurley.
For his part, Barron was enjoying himself in a way he had not yet experienced since coming back to the Ram's. He had suspected that Goff would be an eager cocksucker, and he was definitely not being disappointed as the dirty blond stud was working his ten inch shaft over like a true cock hungry slut. The grip his cocksucker had on his powerfully driving ass was heightened by the touch of a third exploring hand as Gurley moved in, tracing along the edge of his ass crack. Barron returned the favor immediately, and upped the ante by sliding an insistent index finger into the running back without warning. The reflexive shudder at the intrusion caused Gurley to move even deeper into Higbee's throat, which caused the tight end to pulse out a shot of precum just as Goff's hand was encircling it. At first the quarterback was sure that Higbee had just blown his wad, and it was a second before he realized that the stud was just as turned on as he was. Pulling off Barron's shaft, Goff brought his anointed palm to his lips and tasted of Higbee, eyes locked with with his tight end. Higbee's gut deep moan at this action reverberated around and along Gurley's cock dangerously, especially as Barron slipped a second finger deeply into the running back while forcing a lip lock on the younger stud that made both black studs toes curl.
Had he not been so fucking turned on, Jared Goff would have been crazy jealous that the attentions being lavished on his running back's shaft were not his. As it was now, though, he took a second to appreciate Higbee's technique and to formulate a new play in his head. He know his two fellow offensive studs would read the play like the three were symbiotically joined, but he wasn't as sure about the defensive stud currently chocking off his ability to breathe. A quick glance up into his throat fuckers eyes put that to rest. The four Ram studs didn't even completely disentangle as they began a fluid, unified movement. In seconds Goff's lips were wrapping themselves around Gurley's cock, while Higbee was hauling Barron's iron hard spike deep into his own throat, the four men now tangled up even more among each other like some perverted celtic knot of flesh and sweat. The familiar taste of Gurley's precum dizzily, dazzlingly welcome as it washed over Goff's tongue and slithered down his throat like the spark of life itself.
Gurley felt it too. At that moment all the flirting, all the nascent half-formed feelings between the two, shifted over to active need for each other. While loathe to feel the deft and insistent fingers of the linebacker leave his ass, Gurley began to break free like he had found a hole in an opponents D-Line and shifted himself into a roll. He ended in a modified wrestlers arch with shoulders firmly on the ground as his lips caught the crown of his quarterbacks cock, and he raised his ass precariously off the floor, feet planted, ass in the air, cock still planted fully inside his quarterback's clenching throat. As he took Goff's uncut cock fully in himself, he felt his quarterback's hands clamp onto his own muscular ass, fingers in constant motion teasing his pucker. Mirroring Goff's moves, the two began to move in unison. As well oiled a machine as they were on the field, this was in the stratosphere for both men. Gurley had just enough time to catch Barron hunching his powerful body over Higbee's back and tracing his fingers down into the tight ends furry crack before he focused all attention back to the cock beating it's way past any remaining resistance at the back of his throat.
As the linebacker's fingertip first brushed across Higbee's pucker, the tight end splayed his already bent knees wider so the stud could have the best possible access. Neither man was disappointed as Barron's long, thick digits slipped deep into the tight end's hungry ass. The immediate and grumbling moans this elicited from Higbee sent achingly pleasurable shock waves all along Barron's cock, and he could swear he felt the rumbling even into his bull balls.
Six feet away, Barwin had to quickly clench his eyes shut and turn away from the sight the other four were presenting. Almost too late he yanked his coach's pressurized, slurping maw off his cock, dragging McVay in a painful arch as he drove his tongue into the man before him. The feel of the coach moaning directly into his mouth only intensified as Barwin pinched finger and thumb of both hands hard onto both of McVay's erect nipples. The three linebackers in the group saw what they needed to do in order shift the play in their favor, and moved quickly as one to bring it to fruition. Ogletree let McVay's cock drop from between his lips, Barwin pulled himself back from McVay's lips while also pulling McVay's ass away from Kupp's lips and tongue. Barron extricated himself from Higbee, while simultaneously hauling Goff up and off Gurley's sweaty body and devouring mouth. The four offensive players had the shocked look of a team that has been blindsided by a massive blitz. The coach was half convinced that the guys were ending the game right where they stood, that this was all he was going to be allowed. The fear of that shone in his eyes, and in what sounded like sobbing gasps from his open mouth.
Part 3
The other seven men watched silently as Barron took the few steps to a trainer's cart nearby, reached in and pulled out a container of massage oil. Tossing it lightly to Higbee's capable hands, he looked at the three men still holding their coach steady.
"Turn him over." he said as he started to make his way toward Barwin's broad back.
Only then did the other six men start to move themselves, while their coach went limp in gratitude. His choked "Thank you" belied a need deeper than even he had expected.
"Spread his legs." commanded Barron, who was now clearly in charge.
As Goff and Gurley rose to their feet, watching Higbee move around toward the end of the bench while drizzling oil onto his angry purple cock, Kupp and Ogletree followed Barron's order.
Barwin knew what was coming the minute Barron draped an arm around his shoulder from behind. One linebacker's hand moved in between the thighs of another's and a slight pressure pulled him slightly back. Barwin was aching with the need, and was glad that Barron knew his desires well enough to fulfill them. Seven men watched, rapt, as the eighth slid into position, McVay barely had a chance to feel the ache of anticipation before Higbee wrenched his sphincter open with his fat, flared cockhead. The second the coach felt his tight end bottom out, fully inside him, his world went pleasantly dark. Barron's powerful arms let their grip loosen just enough to allow Barwin's beefy, muscular backside to cover McVay's face. McVay's tongue drilling into one of the finest asses in the NFL, and the stud linebacker's rumbling groan was like a starting gun, and the men were off.
Higbee was slipping insistently in and out of his coach's impossibly tight ass, giving an extra grind each time he had driven into the hilt. His thick cock being clamped in a vice like grip each time he dragged himself back out, his huge hands splayed out around the bent hips. Thumbs pulling his coach's sweaty cheeks further apart, while his long fingers were digging into the flesh to ensure an inability to escape on the coach's part. Not that McVay had any desire to escape. His rock hard, burning cock was pulsing across his own pelvic bone, letting precum flow in rivulets across his abs. His salivary glands were working overtime, threatening to drown himself in his own spit as lapped rabidly at Barwin's tangy, sweaty entrance. Barron's avid fingers were playing over his nipples with an intensity that McVay didn't know was possible, and he knew from the movements of the powerful thighs on either side of his skull that Barron was sliding his ten incher along Barwin's lower spine. This served to cause Barwin to grind harder onto his tongue, and also to allow for Barron's cock snot to run down ad drip onto his cheeks, nose and forehead.
At the other end, while Higbee still slid inexorably into his aching ass, Ogletree and Kupp held one leg back and up. Hard, dripping cocks pressed along his thigh muscles, anterior and posterior. This action was mirrored on along the other leg by Goff and Gurley. What he couldn't see, of course, was what else the four men spreading him open were doing. Even Barwin missed it until Barron drew his attention there.
Goff and Gurley were each exploring the other avidly with their one free hand, and kissing passionately, like lovers too long apart. Kupp had his head laid across Ogletree's chest, whimpering like a hungry puppy, eyes half open, but fully rolled back as Ogletree's free hand was hidden behind the blond. Barwin, though, knew the look, recognized the need. And honored the incipient connection between the two men. It was identical to his own with Barron. And he knew the pleasures Kupp was feeling at the moment, sure that Ogletree had at least 2, and probably 3, thick digits lodged inside him him. It was clear to Barwin that Ogletree was talking to the boy, it was also clear that it was driving the boy crazy. He knew that Barron was as glad as he was that they couldn't hear. He knew, as did Barron, that it was too intense, to private to be shared knowledge in this situation. As it was, though, the knowledge that it WAS was enough. The fleeting glance between the two men, Kupp to Barwin, was ripe with mutual understanding, and new-found respect, each for the other. That connection was interrupted shortly.
"I'm gonna cum. Gonna dump my load right up your ass, coach!" snarled Higbee. Barwin and Barron rose in time for coach to be able to see the twisted animal lust etched across the tight end's face. The other four men drew their attention in too.
McVay was close to terrified, and all kinds of turned on watching the tight end jack hammer his ass, and stare down at him with a look of raging lust that spurred the coach on even more. Clamping himself down on the piledriving cock, doing best to milk his tight end's babymakers into himself the coach whimpered over and over.
"Breed me. Please! Gimme that fucking load!" and he watched helpless, and helplessly turned on as the man above him contorted into a monstrous, lust-ridden beast, eyes ablaze, mouth twisting open in a silent scream, before he finally found his voice.
Higbee bellowed like a wounded bull elephant as his cock pulsed and shot. Cannon volleys of cum pounding out into McVay's tortured guts. The big man's body frozen in grotesque relief until moments after the shaft had stopped spewing inside his coach. It seemed to the others like it had been long minutes since Higbee had drawn breath, and then suddenly, the tight end went limp, a long, low, drawn out "fuuuuuuck" sounding in a register so low and deep that it seemed impossible, followed by a desperate gasp for breath, and a slow slide back and away, drawing his still nearly hard cock out of the still clutching channel of coach Sean McVay. Higbee looked down, as his cock regained the freedom of the open air, and watched as his coach's ass belched out some of his load. Dragging his fingers through it to scrape it up, he moved his hands toward McVay's face.
"This needs to stay inside you, coach."
Acting blindly, McVay slurped the slimy fingers into his mouth and gulped the offering down. Laughing now, Higbee withdrew his digits from his coach's mouth. It wasn't until he started to rise, that he realized what the fuck had taken out of him. Fortunately the four teammates on either side of him realized at the same time, and grabbed him under his arms, helping him the rest of the way up. Kupp and Ogletree each took control of one arm as they moved the still weak man over to lean against the lockers and themselves. Gurley slipped around the end of the bench to hold the now free right leg of his coach while Goff shifted his own grip on the left. Barron nudged Barwin, who then rose and moved around to the spot just vacated by the tight end. As he slid himself into position, and popped the cap on the massage oil, Higbee spoke up.
"You won't need that, Connor. I think I dumped close to cup in there." he smirked, "in fact, pretty sure none of you are gonna need that from here on."
The look on McVay's face told the men that Higbee was right. Connor, especially, smiled. Ogletree dug his big mitt in between Higbee's thighs and under his still tightly drawn up ball sack as Kupp observed that the tight end needed to clean up. As Higbee agreed, and started to push himself off the lockers, Ogletree easily guided him back.
"Cooper can take take care of it, Higs."
The statement took both offensive men by surprise, but pleasantly so. Kupp's eyes locked onto Ogletree's, and never left, even as he was taking Higbee's still half hard and slimy cock into his drooling, gaping mouth. Ogletree's gently encouraging hand on the back of Kupp's head felt, in context, even more intimate to the young wide receiver as he laved over Higbee's shaft.
Higbee's attention, but not Ogletree's or Kupp's, was drawn back to the bench, by the desperate gasp of their coach. Barwin Had made entry, and claimed the coaches ass in a slow and insistent drive forward. Now, the linebacker had let himself loose, and was jack hammering the quivering coach with zero mercy.
And McVay was fucking loving loving it. Feeling the veteran studs cock pull all the way out, before making a new and bruising entry on each powerful thrust was causing McVay to leak like a fucking sieve down onto his belly and chest. Barron clamped his thighs tight on either side of the coach's head, while Barwin took over on them bottom man's legs and rolled him up and back, nearly into a ball. Each bruising thrust of the bulging rock hard shaft deep inside him sent another pulse of precum out from McVay's painfully tight scrote. Long viscous strings of it hanging between his crown and his chin. Barron hooked the angry shaft with his thumbs and pulled it out with difficulty (and amazing precision) until the near constant stream was flowing into it's makers own gaping mouth. The sweat dripping from his dementedly horny top's face and chest was mingling with it, driving higher and higher the coach's most base desires. He felt the subtle shifts in Barwin's rhythm, and new the big man was going to unload in him soon. He also knew he might not be able to hold himself back when that happened. The coach was nearly hyperventilating by the time Barron pinch gripped his cock and balls right at the very base, choking off the building load, even as Barwin arched his muscular back, somehow driving even deeper inside McVay, and began to unload. Had he not been on the receiving end of it, Sean McVay would not have believed that a man could cum so much and so forcefully at the same time. The half dozen or so thickly pulsing shots of linebacker sperm was actually being fucked back out of his clamping ass lips. And the powerful shot that marked the coach, from balls, up along the shaft, and across his chest and Connor Barwin yanked his cock unceremoniously out was, on it's own, ample enough to make anyone proud. When Barron leaned down, and whispered to his coach "You should see how he cums when I'm fucking him", McVay would had have been surprised if he was never able to close his gaping mouth again.
Part 4
A quick glance from Ogletree was all it took for Barron to know that the next step required some assistance, and that Ogletree had it covered. Prying Kupp and Higbee apart, gently, the linebacker guided the wide receiver around. At the same time, Barron manhandled coach into a new position. Sean McVay felt himself being turned onto his belly, splayed over the bench, arms and legs dangling limply, face smothered between Barron's powerful thighs, unsure of what was going to happen now, exactly until the sweaty black stud moved one long arm down his back, dug two long fingers deep into his sloppy ass, and hoisted him up. McVay had just enough reason left left in him to know that he needed to hold himself up on his own from this point on, and braced his legs to hold his ass up in the air while wrapping his aching arms around his stud linebacker's waist. He began to nuzzle and sniff the sweaty nest cradling his feverish head drawing invigoration from the sharp burn and tang of Barron's copious sweat on his tongue and in his nostrils. Behind him, two surprisingly soft, somewhat tentative hands were prying him open for the next assault.
Ogletree was pressed tight and firm against Kupp's back. As the wide receiver opened his coach's crack to his view, the linebacker had his index finger and thumb wrapped around the base of his cock, aiming it at McVay's pucker. Ogletree's steady pressure against his boy's back nudged the inexperienced top toward McVay's puckering entrance. Ogletree changed nothing up as he guided Kupp into nirvana. The first contact of sloppy ass lips to trembling cock crown brought a shudder to both men as a steady inward drive saw Kupp bottoming out inside a man for the first time ever. His first instinct was to begin thrusting immediately, like Barwin had done, but the weight of the powerful man pressed against him from behind wouldn't allow that to happen. In a split second, Cooper Kupp knew what was coming. Alec Ogletree lined himself up and breached the wide receiver's eager ass. At first, the two men worked together, Kupp mimicking Ogletree's moves perfectly. As McVay became more demanding, however, Kupp worked instinctively, drawing one arm around behind himself to steady his top, twisting his head slightly and saying "Let me, I know what to do now."
Ogletree stopped moving and braced himself two-thirds of the way out of Kupp's clutching ass. The wide receiver, brought both hands back to dig deep into coach's flesh, and started fucking. Fully into McVay's hungry ass, and then back, impaling himself fully on Ogletree's Fat 9.5 inch spike. Ogletree's hands were in constant motion trying to feel the movement of every muscle in this pale boy's impossibly tight sleek body as they clenched and released with his throbbing desire. For his part, McVay was enjoying the slightly thinner shaft of his young wide receiver, and was using his power bottom skills as best he could, while not being allowed to move on his own. Clamping down on this young buck's cock as hard as he could had an unintended, but very fucking welcome, consequence. That of inflaming this brand spanking new top to further strength.
The echoing sound of the slap came as a shock to everyone in the room. Barwin and Higbee came up off the cocks of Gurley and Goff respectively, and Barron looked quickly up from the back of his coach's nuzzling, slurping head in time to see two things. A massive grin slashed across the face of Alec Ogletree, looking over Kupp's shoulder and beaming like the proudest papa possible, and the shocked, deer-in-the-headlights look frozen on Kupp's own face.
The pain of the slap had also affected the two men actually involved. McVay's muscular channel clamped down ever tighter on Kupp's cock, and Kupp's realization that his coach was not, in fact, going knock his block off for the move.
"Come on coach, fucking take it!" Growled Kupp, as a second and third slap, even louder, even harder echoed through the room. Ogletree gripped the wide receiver even tighter to him grinding into his bottom deeply every time Kupp backed onto his shaft. He knew the boy wasn't going to last long, and he needed to help push him over the edge soon, otherwise the wide receiver would surely milk his cock at the same time. And Alec Ogletree had gone to far down this particular rabbit hole to not get a shot at their slut coach's bruised, but still clearly needy ass. Moving one strong arm to drape over Kupp's heaving shoulder, and working over what he knew to be a very sensitive nipple, Alec dropped his other hand between the power-driving wide receiver's pelvis, and the coach's burning red as cheek to tease the young studs nuts, already drawn impossibly tight in their sack. The first time he witnessed Cooper Kupp climaxing, Alec Ogletree knew he would want to see it a lot more times. Nearly silent, mouth hanging open like "The Scream", eyes rolling back in his skull, Cooper Kupp lost all power of control, feeling his entire body seize up and twitch at the same time, threatening to rend himself down the center of his very being with the vibrations coursing through every nerve ending in his body as he spewed four powerful cannonballs of semen deep inside his whimpering head coach.
The force with which Ogletree pulled Kupp out of and away from the coach's body would have been alarming under any other circumstance, as it was though, when the linebacker drove deep inside McVay, and pulled Kupp's still gaping lips to his left pec, the wide receiver knew that this was all about the coach, and that any other time that came along down the road would mean that he was going to be the lucky man to be hosed out by Alec Ogletree meant everything in the world to him. Working over his man's nip, he picked up on the scent. The one that had always driven him the craziest. Ogletree and Kupp were struggling against each other as Kupp tried to shift slightly. It wasn't until the linebacker felt the breath against his ear, and the wetted fingers flickering over his right nipple that he dropped the fight on his left side. At the same time that Gurley pressed up against his thick back and whispered "Focus, stud...let us handle the rest." and saw Goff's shaggy dark blond mane lowering toward his right pec that he let go, and slipped into the moment. Goff's hot mouth, teeth nipping lightly, clamped over his right nipple. Kupp's left thumb drummed on his left, while his scruffy face dove deep into his rank armpit, devouring every drop of his essence there. Gurley pressing in tighter from behind, sweaty skin sliding against sweaty skin, as the running back's own proud cock slipped between the linebacker's powerful, thrusting thighs; dragging it drooling head along the thick man's taint and ball sack. Alec Ogletree had officially slipped into a fuck daze, and was glad of it.
A fuck daze not unlike the one threatening to burst forth bodily from every pore of Sean McVay's very skin. The stud slut of a head coach was in spit-roasted heaven as Alec Ogletree drove his impossibly thick 9.5 inch cock in his desperate ass to the very hilt, and Mark Barron drilled his sleeker 11 inch hog down his gullet in a punishing face fuck. McVay knew that his lips would be bruised, and that his hips would bear the finger (and palm) prints of seven men for days to come.
And he didn't fucking care.
He needed this.
All of this.
Now.
Ogletree, at this point, knew the fight had been lost the moment Goff, Gurley and Kupp had curled themselves around him. He was only surprised that it hadn't happened yet. Holding himself back, looking down at his pulsing shaft, just locked inside his coach's ass, the thick pricked stud knew this was going to be it. He had this one last thrust, and his hose would explode inside Sean McVay's clutching tunnel. He would make this worth it.
For his part, McVay knew what was coming the minute he felt Ogletree's strong fingers digging even deeper into his flesh. The stud linebacker slammed himself forward even as he dragged his coach toward his body with every ounce of strength he could muster. Globs of cum dropped out of McVay's ass down onto the bench even as another massive load was dumped inside. The cum-bucket of a head coach half hoped that Barron would feed him his own babymakers at the same time, but deep down he knew better. For the first time since these studs started using him, there was a discernible break in the action, and even as Ogletree's cock started to deflate inside him, McVay began to wonder about the end game. Which of the three remaining men would be next. Which would get him last, and he was glad that those decisions were not in his hands.
Part 5
Cooper Kupp was already kissing Alec Ogletree hard, even as the linebacker was extracting himself from his coach's ass. With surprising strength the sleek wide receiver pulled his obsession to him and began to lick his way down the hard black body, eager to clean his man properly. As he pulled the sensitive cock head into his mouth with his strong tongue, Alec moaned, and tangled a hand gently into his boy's shaggy blond hair.
Behind them, Goff and Gurley were making tentative moves, not sure who should go first. It was Barron that gave them the answer.
Pulling McVay's face out of his spit shined and sweaty crotch, Barron pulled his coach's lips toward his own, even as he dragged them together. When they were both in a sitting position, Barron broke the kiss with his coach, and easily lifted the smaller man up and the rest of the way over. With practiced precision, the big man lined McVay's hole up with the tip of his 10 inch piece, and angled his back slightly away from the coach's sweaty chest. All eyes were on these two men now. It seemed absolutely necessary to watch this union, and they were not disappointed.
In one barely noticeable but fearsomely powerful move Mark Barron yanked his coach down HARD on the full length of his iron hard cock. Keeping eyes locked with McVay, and holding their chest apart just enough that his teammates had a clear view, Barron felt what he had known he was going to feel at this moment. What he had selfishly orchestrated these events to lead too. Sean McVay came like Niagara Falls. Shot after shot gathering on Barron's chest, chin and face, the sharp smell of his own cum inflamed McVay even further. The nearly boiling wetness as it baptized his flesh kicked Barron's fuck-lust into overdrive.
The coach wrapped himself tightly around his stud linebacker. Tongue and lips moving insistently over the glistening black skin as he hunted ferociously for his own cum. He had never felt so small as he did at that moment. Barron's big firm hands hauling his quivering body up and down on his powerful spike of a cock, each hard fuck thrust causing his teeth to scrape along the skin of this god like man now inside him, silently commanding him to give himself over to the sharp pain and even sharper pleasure. By the sixth or seventh bone shaking thrust Sean McVay realized he was till just as hard as he had been before the biggest orgasm of his life. By the ninth or tenth he realized he was drooling out just as much precum as he had been the moment he sent the text calling Goff, Gurley and Kupp to his side, and by the fifteenth, he was no longer able to think about anything except the exquisite pain this linebacker's cock was inflicting upon and within him.
He was nothing more than a fuck slut. A whorish cum-bucket for these studs to use. His entire purpose in this moment was to please them.
And he began to fuck back. Slowly at first, dragging his aching body up and letting himself drop back down onto Barron's cock. Grinding his oozing ass into the sharpness of the studs pelvic bone. After the tenth or twelfth of these fuck strokes Barron let them man take over. Eyes once again locked, the big man nodding encouragement to the desperate cock slut riding his bone, McVay noticed the subtle shift in the linebacker's nods at the same time as Barwin did. Leaning over to the left ear of Jared Goff, he whispered "He's gonna breed him. Fuck he's hot when he shoots."
And he did. Every eye in the room was locked onto Mark Barron's face, and only Connor Barwin didn't flinch like a scared cat at the roar that came. A roar that echoed through the locker room as a flood of cum washed into the depths of the coach so deep and forcefully that McVay swore he could taste it. An echo that hadn't even seemed to fully subside a minute later as Barron's shaft slipped out of his coach's ass. An instinctive twitch of muscle from both Barwin and Kupp told the room they were both moving into clean the big mans cock, but in a flurry of motion, their coach beat them both. Sucking up the long, slimed up shaft with dizzying speed and sense of purpose McVay slurped up every drop of cum he could find, even wringing his hands along the shaft determined to drag even more out of this stud balls. When he was satisfied that he had gotten all he could, he sat up, ready to take control of this last phase of the night with Goff and Gurley. Opening his mouth to speak, he was beaten to the punch by Barron, once again clearly back in charge.
Pulling the coach up with him, Barron instructed Goff to lie on his back on the bench. Once in position, he gripped his teammates cock, and held it vertical. Getting the idea, McVay lowered himself onto the quarterback's truncheon of a cock, impaling himself willingly on the strong shaft. He began to ride Goff's thick nine inches slowly. Savoring the feel of the uncut cock inside himself. Behind him he heard pieces of conversation. Snippets and incomplete sentences. The only thing that he picked up fully was Barron saying "He just doesn't know that he needs it yet...up to you to show him that." Which made no sense at all to him. It sounded like someone giving advice, and didn't seem to belong to the current set of circumstances.
Until three things happened simultaneously. Connor Barwin gripped his shoulders tight and held him still, Higbee and Kupp gasped at a suddenly shared knowledge, and Gurley's cock head made contact with his already seemingly filled to capacity ass lips. Even as he thought NO! Absolutely NOT! Sean McVay knew the fight had been lost the minute he had called these seven men too him.
And he bowed his head in complete and utter submission as Todd Gurley gained his first inch.
By the time the running back's own nine were into the hilt right along side the photo negative double of his quarterback, the coach knew that it would be alright. The two men now controlling his body were too good of a machine, too finely tuned into each others frequency to make this anything less than absolutely fucking mind blowingly perfect. That knowledge was reinforced with the sudden realization that his cock had never been harder, and that he might as well be pissing given the free flow of precum slicking his cock along Goff's treasure trail.
It was cemented as the two men inside began to work. Not a word spoken between them. Purely instinctual knowledge of what the other would do and when.
And the sudden blinding revelation that he had been working these guys from day one. Training them hard to be this exact beast in this exact moment. And that realization brought a desperately whispered "fuck" to his suddenly parched lips. Just as suddenly, his mouth started to water and slid open. Barwin recognized the need and pushed Higbee forward, his cock, diamond hard again leading the way like a moth drawn to flame. And then McVay was swallowing him, and Goff was pulling in closer latching his lips around a set of balls primed to blow again.
Gurley's eyes were shut tight, trying to block all other information from seeping in. Desperate to hold back his own impending explosion. Felling his quarterback's shaft slipping right along his in the chokingly tight ass of his stud coach was too good to be able to last long. It was also to good to not do everything possible to make it last as long as humanly possible. Goff was in the same boat and did his best to distract himself with Higbee's scrotum. The loose skin of the two uncut tops allowed for an additional and delicious friction. The complete surrender of their coach allowed for electric charges to zap them both every time their nut sacks made contact. The two sets of muscular legs rubbing against each other with each movement brought great quivering shudders to both men as they fucked each other just as much as they were both fucking their coach.
Higbee quickly and silently withdrew, pinching his load off at the last possible second. The cleared line of sight between the quarterback and his stud running back completed a circuit positively vibrating with need. Goff's mouth slacked open a fraction of an inch more, Gurley responded with the first words spoken by anyone in the last twelve minutes.
"Me too, Jared. Let it go, baby."
The knowledge of what that statement meant hit the other other six men in the room no less hard than the two men currently inside Sean McVay's pulsing ass.
Suddenly McVay was locked so deeply inside his own body and soul, that he was only conscious of cum and pulsing cocks. His own climax, impossibly stronger than his first, washed over him like a tsunami. The cum now pounding out of himself between his and Goff's bodies making it difficult to stay in the saddle. Then the Amazonian downpour of five other loads raining down on his back and neck, virtually sizzling on his already over-heated flesh. And finally the breeding inside. Two strong, determined men dumping scatter-shot after scatter-shot of cum deep inside him. Each pushing the other to a longer and longer climax, eyes still locked together in unspoken promise.
Jared Goff reached up and grabbed Todd Gurley's hair, dragging him down, crushing their coach between them, crashing together in a fevered, tongue bruising kiss. The running back spoke into the mouth of his quarterback.
"You are fucking incredible, baby."
"No, stud" replied Goff, "WE are!"
The End