Day in the Life of a Town Football Star Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
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Day in the Life of a Town Football Star
2
When Dan got to school, he had the salty, bittersweet loads of three lusty cops sitting full in his gut, but the tryst had made him late. Mrs. Driscoll scolded him and sent him to the vice principal to get a pass and detention slip. As the athlete walked down the hall, he wondered how he'd become such a sex fiend. Must be the raging hormones, he figured.
Lost in thought he almost bumped into Mr. Hall, math teacher and soccer coach. Brent Hall was younger than many of the teachers, but already his dark hair was more salt and pepper. That just made the boyish faced man more attractive to Dan.
"Late again, Reynolds?" Brent said.
"Yessir."
"Better skip the donut shop next time." The soccer coach was best friends with Steve the cop and joined in regularly in the post-shift poker games, where Dan provided the oral entertainment.
Dan wanted to wipe the smirk off Mr. Hall's face but remained deferential. "I can't help it, sir, I... I..."
"Like cock too much." His voice lowered ten decibels. "Jesus, Dan, I bet you're still hankering for sperm. Huh? I bet if I pulled down my pants right here in this hall, you'd eat my cock like it was your last meal." He didn't wait for a reply to begin loosening his belt and unzipping his khakis.
The quarterback's eyes widened. "You serious, sir? Right here?"
"Get down there, Reynolds. No one's out here first period, and it'll give you a reason to suck me off quick."
Mr. Hall had just the right size for deep throating. Big enough to push back against the jock's tonsils but small enough to stuff it all in his craw comfortably. Dan loved the coach's meaty, large testicles, dusted with a soft fuzz that made their firmness against his chin exquisite. This is how he always sucked Mr. Hall off; nearly stationary, the two men locked in deep oral rut, as the older man made small, vibrating minithrusts with his prick, while Dan applied all the suction he could muster. Hall had a hair trigger, so it took just a minute before the school's star QB was getting another welcome juice injection.
"There you go, Reynolds," Hall said huskily, patting the jock on the ass as he stood up. "Now get to the VP before he has both our hides."
Vice Principal Klein was 48, ex-marine, and a presence that alternated between gruff and paternal.
"Third time this week, Reynolds," he said as he saw the athlete appear at his door. "Come in and shut the door. We gotta talk."
Dan shut the door but when he turned around he found himself in Klein's powerbuilt arms. Guess there wouldn't be much talking. For such a tough-as-nails man, Klein made love passionately, caringly. The two kissed like star-crossed lovers... after the wham bam sex of his morning encounters the affection was welcome.
"How many got to you first, Dan?" The vice principal was slightly jealous, which amused the star footballer. After all, he had a seemingly endless sex drive to go around.
"This morning? Six, no seven..." Dan had temporarily forgotten about the donut shop manager, who he'd serviced in the back.
"Get off yet?"
Dan shook his head no, then felt his vice principal's mouth travel south down his body. Through the thin shirt, he could feel each kiss and quickly his skin was covered in goosebumps. Dan usually liked it rough, but something about Klein's smooth style turned him on big time. By the time Mr. Klein reached his crotch, he was writhing in the same deep sexual fire he woke up in.
Dan had thought that he could put off getting a nut, but when the vice principal went down on him, his body tensed, his back arched, and his toes curled. Orgasm followed soon behind, flooding the older man's mouth with the pent up jock juice. Dan just leaned his gridiron conditioned body back and caressed Klein's burr haircut with his fingers as the man licked off the scummy surface of his still tumescent cock.
When they kissed Dan could taste the remnants of his load.
"Ya want to get off, sir?"
"No, I can wait. How about at detention, today?"
"Today?" the athlete pleaded. "I was supposed to hit the links with the golf team. It's the one day Coach gives us off from practice."
"You can't play golf worth shit, Reynolds."
The hunky jock smiled. "Didn't you say just last week I get better with practice, sir?"
The vice principal's stern grimace broke with his chuckle. "All right, you got me. Just stop by on your way. Whoa, Reynolds, what are you doing?" The boy's ballthrowing hand was caressing his erection through his suit trousers.
"Getting a preview sir. Fuck, you're boned up today, man."
"Yeah, it's been... god, I'm horny... if you don't stop that Dan, I'm gonna... ah... ah... ungh!" The man's prick seized and shot in the confines of his clothes. Klein may have been a smooth lover, but apparently he didn't mind it when Dan manhandled him.
"That'll take the edge off, sir. See you after fifth period."
"Reynolds! Wait!" Klein barked, the authority returned to his voice. He undid his belt and pulled down his trousers. His undershorts were soaked straight through with his load. The whole front was dark with the ex-marine's semen. He shucked them and kicked them off, handing them to Dan before pulling on his pants again. "Take 'em" Dan sucked some of the fresh sperm from the fabric and inhaled before stuffing the wet underwear into his backpack. "Maybe you can pretend they're your daddy's the next time you jerk off."
"Fuck you, pervert," Dan laughed, knowing that Klein was right on target with his jabs. His own father had been entering his jerkoff fantasies lately. His sex drive was like a runaway train, pushing Dan to more dangerous territory.
The morning went by quickly. Third period was the best of the day, a working "study hall" which basically involved Dan and his teammate and friend Eric serving as teacher's aide to Coach Palmer. There wasn't a lot of work to be done, so usually the time was spent goofing around. One of the perks of being football stars in a football-mad school.
This morning, Coach was doing some of his paper work as Dan and Eric were flipping paper footballs through goalposts they made with their fingers. Coach's green-brown flecked eyes looked up and he shook his head. "Man, you guys are useless. Do you know how to do anything other than sit around popping boners all day?"
Eric got a sly grin. "Nope," he deadpanned and stood up and dropped his sweatpants. Sure enough, his cock was hard and nearly parallel to his abdomen. He picked up Coach's measuring tape and draped it along his prick. Eric was obsessed with his dick size. It never grew beyond a serviceable five and three-quarters, but the musclebound jock imagined it inching longer every week. "Your turn, Dan." Eric had measured his best friend before, but since both boys loved the ritual neither acknowledged that fact. Coach P rolled his eyes but couldn't get back to the paperwork with the display of jock one-upmanship going on in front of him.
Dan unzipped his jeans and pulled out his now raging erection. He had a whopper he knew, but it was still a nice feeling when Eric's fat fingers gripped the stalk and pulled the measuring tape tight. "Eight and a quarter," the athlete whistled. "Hey coach, Dan's as hung as you are." He didn't remove his hand, but instead started caressing the stalk, which grew even more rigid in his grasp.
It was hard to tell whose moan was louder - Dan or Coach's - as Eric bobbed his head forward and began to swallow his buddy's meat.
Coach came around his desk. An obscene mound filled the stretch coach's shorts. Dan always loved the way Coach tasted, clean yet musky, and he licked his lips in anticipation. He didn't have to wait long. Coach P ripped the crotch of his shorts open and let his chunky uncut monster free. "Your bud Eric's occupied, so it looks like you get the honors today, Reynolds."
"Yessir, Coach"
For sure, Dan knew how to suck dick, with as much abandon and gusto as anyone, but with Coach he didn't just suck, he made love to the man's cock. And maybe part of him was in love with the man. Other than his own father and maybe his friend and neighbor Ken, Palmer was the guy he looked up to the most. Perversely, feeling the weighty prickmeat slap against his face - left cheek, then right, then left, then right, a loud fleshy smack that stung his skin and brought a groan from both men - made the adoration (and lust) swell deeper inside Dan's chest and groin. When that foreskin touched his dry, hungry lips and the moist cockhead speared its way inside, it was an honor indeed.
Lunch came. Today, Dan was slated to be the guest of honor at the local Kiwanis club. He had to get a permission slip from Principal Stoddard. "Big honor, son," the man beamed as he signed the paper for the jock. "We're all proud of you here."
"Thanks, sir," Dan replied as he stared into the stunning hazel eyes of this married 38- year-old authority figure. Stoddard and Klein definitely played good cop/bad cop, where the vice principal laid down the law, while principal got to be the nurturing father figure. 6'3", deep-voiced and broad-shouldered, he fit the part.
The man wheeled his chair back from the desk and leaned back, legs spread wide. "What time's your luncheon? Got time for a quickie?" Stoddard winked, while digging into the knot of his tie with his extra-long forefinger. Dan liked to think back on the wonders those sizeable digits did for his sensitive rectum. The principal turned him on so effortlessly.
Smiling, the quarterback unsnapped his jeans and skinned them off his square hips. "How ya want me, sir? Front or behind?"
Stoddard stood up, a growing prick snaking down the leg of his suit trousers. He unzipped. "Front. I wanna see you wince as I break my way through." The cock the principal fished out of his fly suggested that his bragging wasn't overdone. It wasn't a thick cock, but it was real long. And Dan anticipated it growing another two inches by the time it was fully hard. Already his principal had reached in the desk drawer for some KY and had lubed up the beauty pointing straight out like a divining rod.
The young man kicked off his shoes and removed his jeans. Lying down on the carpeted floor of the office, he lifted his jock thighs so that his toes pointed straight up toward the ceiling. Stoddard didn't bother undressing, just knelt down in his personal throne ready to pillage the offering in front of him. The man couldn't believe his luck. Dan Reynolds, hunk of the school, was so crazed for cock that he didn't realize what he did to other men. How much he drove horndogs like Stoddard mad. This kid was perfection on two legs.
Right now those legs were lifted and spread in invitation. The principal took a second to run his hands along the hairy sinewed length, from hip to calf muscle. What a beautiful sight: he needed nothing further to urge his face down to its target. Dan wasn't expecting foreplay, so he gasped as the other man's mouth latched onto his fiery hot pucker. Stoddard's tongue felt to Dan as long as that incredible prick jutting from his expensive suit. The older man was nothing if efficient and in no time, his tongue had slicked, teased, and loosened up that tight athlete rosebud. He looked at his watch; three minutes flat it took to make Dan's private sanctum completely his.
The principal straighted up his back and lined his cock up with the now prepared hole. "Glad you don't demand a rubber like Henderson does." Brent Henderson was a fellow jock and fuck buddy of Dan's. They'd had weekend threeways with the principal several times before. "I half think that jock thinks he's gonna get pregnant," the man chuckled lewdly as his prick penetrated the tight, moist folds of exquisite jock rectum. This was gonna be a fuck to beat the band.
Dan shuddered and grunted. Stoddard never could take it easy. The girth wasn't a problem, but already the man's tapered cockhead was boring that second inner ring. His principal was going to make Dan appreciate deep fucking whether he wanted to or not. The athlete wasn't sure whether he did want it, but that was almost beside the question: he was gonna get fucked good and hard now. He just settled his squat conditioned legs on the principal's meaty shoulders and relaxed as best he could.
"Fuck, sir," Dan exhaled through clenched teeth as another thrust penetrated deeper. "Brent's a fool. I'd love to get knocked up by you. We keep fucking everyday and I'm sure it's gonna happen sooner or later."
Reynolds was a nasty fucker, for sure, Stoddard thought as he continued his inward drive. That second ring gave up its resistance and he was home. He let it rest a second then started fucking for real. The boy's finger's gripped his outer thighs as he pounded away: whether to urge Stoddard on or to hold his thrusts back, the man couldn't say. At this point he didn't care. He clenched his asscheeks and powered on. That dick prodded deeper.
"Fuck, Dan, once a day is not enough. This ass is too good. Why don't you and Brent come up to my lake cabin Saturday? Can leave the wife and kids at home and we'll have a good old-fashioned all day suck-and-fuck session. Whaddya think?"
Dan smiled in assent as his insides quivered in a plateau of rich sensations. Stoddard certainly had the stamina to keep him satisfied for an afternoon. And if not, he could always sneak his way to the cabin next door, where a burly retired cop was happy with sloppy seconds.
He couldn't make sense of the warning Stoddard gave him, he merely felt the liquid heat spreading through the depths of his guts.
(to be cont.)