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Big Jon the Linebacker - part 2
Big Jon was sitting in the locker room. The shitty wooden bench was cold. The big guy, all 6'5" and 285 pounds of him, leaned backwards against the cold lockers. He closed his eyes and rested his handsome, slightly bearded face for a minute. He cleared his mind (which wasn't too difficult to do) and felt that itch. He'd had it off and on for about three months. "It's just like any other itch," the big dumb jock thought, "but it's like...in my butt." He could get away with squirming around and itching it, and sometimes he'd have to leave class to go to the bathroom and rub the outside of his hole, which was enough.
Jon felt the cool locker room air blow over his new chest hair. The kid opened his eyes and looked down, noticing how there was even more hair. "Guess I'm growin' up," he thought as he rubbed his right hand through the new fur. He felt his soft, strong pecs and his always hard nipples. He ran his hand down his big belly. The sweaty jock rubbed his hairy belly, which spread wide into his shorts. Sliding his hand down his waistband, he adjusted his dick; it was soaking wet from the sweat of practice.
"Big Jon!" Jon sat up, grabbing the bench. He must've dozed off with his hand down his pants, and he was disoriented (which, again, wasn't too difficult to do) - "Yeah?" said the jock, realizing it was Coach Parson. "Step into my office," said the coach. He hadn't been called into the head coach's office/medical room in a while. The coach had Jon come over to his house for the injections; he met the student in the garage and no one ever saw them together. Jon stood up, his big chest puffing out, and walked to the office.
When he walked in, he saw Coach Mead sitting in one of the chairs by the desk. Jon hoped he wasn't in trouble. He didn't think he would be, especially after what happened with the assistant coach. But, he wasn't sure. Coach Mead nodded at the huge jock, remembering how the kid looked when the coach rode his fat dick, and the coach's own cock started to fill with blood.
"Have a seat, son," said the coach. The two coaches wanted to review some of the new plays with the kid; there was going to be an recruiter from Kansas at the homecoming game Friday, so they wanted the jock to get it down good. And, they knew him, and they knew he could use all the studying he could get.
Jon stood up from leaning over the desk, looking at the plays. "I think I got it, Coach," he said, sitting on the side of the exam bed.
"That reminds me, how's your lifting going?" Coach Parson asked the jock.
"Great," he said, and he saw Coach Mead nod.
The big coach looked at the jock. Coach Parson saw how much the young man had transformed, putting on even more muscle and weight just over the summer. And that's why the coach used the X-897 steroid too. Most guys would take it for a while, like Coach Mead, and when they stopped, most of the side effects went away. But Coach Parson was the head coach, and he wanted to be the biggest, strongest part of the whole team, coaches included. He was the same height as Big Jon but he was easily over 300 pounds of muscle and fat. Every guy on the team looked up to and respected the coach, for his tough attitude and his toughness in the gym. Even the coaches were in awe. His wife liked it too - they fucked a lot. He was only 42 but he could've fucked her three or four times a day. Some days he did. Other days, he just had to jerk off, and some nights he had wet dreams, waking up with soaking wet shorts.
Coach Parson, with his heavy stubble and short black buzz cut, asked the senior jock, "Any problems with the vitamins?"
"Nah," the jock replied. He thought a second. "Well, wait, I get this itch..." Coach Parson looked at the kid, interested. He knew about that itch. After a while, the coach got used to it, but it drove him crazy. He wondered if it would happen to the kid. He probably had it worse, being 17, he thought.
"Where's the itch?" asked the head coach. "It's kinda...up my butt?" he said, smiling his dumb goofy grin. "I mean, I can itch it if I just rub outside it, but it sucks."
The big coach stood up. His big bull dick was starting to chub, and he had to adjust his shorts. He wasn't wearing a jock, yet. He knew of one way to scratch that itch for a few days, and maybe even give the kid some fun. He was in a little bit of a horny haze, he though, with his wife being out of town for a few days. He was ready for her to come back.
"OK, lean back on the table," said Coach Parson. The kid laid back and rested his back and legs on the cold white paper. Coach Mead was watching this with interest.
The head coach pressed on the kid's abdomen. It was firm, and the coach felt the hair that covered the jock's stomach. "The kid's not flabby but he's not buff," the man thought. "Perfect for his position on the field.."
"Any pain?" The jock, staring down at the coach, shook his head. Coach Parson grabbed the small stool on wheels and sat down, his huge shoulders stretching his too-tight shirt. Coach Mead couldn't see, but the head coach's cut dick and balls flopped out when he sat down, hanging out over the stool. His shorts were a little short. No one could see so he let them hang. He wheeled over to the end of the table, by the kid's big size 14 feet. "Take off your shorts," the coach said, lifting the leg rests. "Put your legs up in these."
Big Jon scooted off his shorts, and he was fully naked. He was naked when he got the injections too. He was used to be nearly-naked for scouts, so it wasn't a big deal to him, just part of being a high school star athlete. He slid towards the coach and rested his thick, hairy legs up. The kid's big nuts and dick flopped down between his legs, hanging there while he got into position.
The coach reached over and got a tube of something out of a drawer. "Alright Jon, you want to move your junk or you want me to do it," said the coach, jokingly.
Big Jon didn't get it. "I don't care," he said, assuming that it was the coach's exam, so he'd know what was best. The head coach looked over at Coach Mead, laughing. All the coaches made jokes about how dumb the jock was, probably partly in jealousy, but also for a laugh. Coach Parson shrugged, and squirted some KY on his right fingers. He palmed Jon's nuts with his left hand, feeling the weight, the heat, and most of all, the hair. He lifted the kid's nuts, and saw how hairy his star player was underneath. The kid's whole ass was covered in brown fur. The coach knew all about that too - because he was still juicing, he was covered in black hair; his huge, thick chest and torso were covered in black hair. He also had some on his shoulders, upper arms and back. His ass was also covered in black hair.
Coach Parson had warmed the lube, and he rubbed some on the kid's asshole. "How's that?" he said to Jon. "Yeah, that's what I do...kinda," Jon said.
"Right," said the head coach. He wanted Coach Mead to see what he was doing - after all, he might need to do it for the kid, too, and if he ever took the hormone again. He nodded his head at the coach, who came over and stood behind the big man on the stool. Coach Mead leaned his hands down on his boss's shoulders, realizing how big they were. He watched Coach Parson rub the kid's hole. He kept watching, and noticed that the coach was slowly sliding a finger in, deeper and deeper. He was unconsciously rubbing the head coach's shoulders as he watched in amazement.
"You doing OK?" Coach Parson asked the kid. "Yeah, feels good..." said the big dumb jock.
Coach Mead and Coach Parson both realized they were enjoying it too, almost at the same time. Coach Mead started absent-mindedly running his hand down the head coach's big chest, noticing his hard nipples pointing out through the shirt. And Coach Parson noticed this, and it felt good - his nipples were always extra sensitive - and he realized he was boning up. He looked down to see that he had been leaking a lot - there was a clear puddle on the black shiny floor, with a long string with several drops on it hanging off the end of his 6 inch soft dick, connected to the puddle. He was enjoying what he was doing and what was being done to him, he guessed, so he went with it. His finger was almost halfway up the kid's butthole, about two inches. And he had thick fingers.
Of course, Coach Parson knew what was happening; the smell of the kid's sweaty body was making them all horny. It was a side effect, but not many knew about it - Coach Parson always tried to stay in control, but the guys couldn't help it.
Coach Mead was now rubbing his hands inside the head coach's t-shirt, running his hands through the forest of hair and running his fingers over the man's hard nipples. He felt a stirring in his left hand, and he noticed the jock's dick had started to stir. He worked his finger around some more, and the dick continued to jump and thicken. As it did, so did the coach's, watching it happen to the kid as it was happening to him.
Both the coaches looked down and saw Coach Parson's big eleven inch dick sticking out the bottom on his shorts, a huge head, wet and still leaking. It was then that the head coach felt a wetness on his hand and looked up - Big Jon was leaking all over his hand, a steady stream gushing down his dick.
Coach Mead was amazed at these studs, so hard and leaking so much juice. He grabbed the other stool and sat behind the head coach. He reached around and lifted up his shirt, noticing the hair on his back, and felt the front, his big firm gut covered in hair. He raised it up and felt his chest, and he started to play with each of Coach Parson's hard nipples, gently, rolling them and rubbing them.
The head coach was loving this, and he slid his finger all the way in. Jon inhaled and exhaled, and the coach felt his asshole release. He angled his finger up and back, searching, and found it; he rubbed and asked, "How's that feel?"
Big Jon couldn't believe how it felt. It felt awesome. "Man, feels so good, like scratching an itch," he thought. (Which was exactly what it was.) His whole body relaxed, as if he were having a massage. He spread his legs a little wider, enjoying the thick finger. Coach Parson saw this, and let go of the jock's nuts. They flopped into his open right hand, and his thick teen dick fell with a splat on his fur covered gut.
Meanwhile, Coach Mead was working the head coach's nipple with his left hand, and lowered his right hand to the head coach's big dick. He ran his hands underneath, in the stream of pre-cum, feeling it drip in his hand. He reached up and grabbed the five inches sticking out of the man's shorts leg, soaking it even more, working the plump head. He was amazed at the heat of the coach's dick as he played with the big man's nipple with his other hand.
Coach Parson couldn't stand it any more, sitting here with the jock's nuts in his face, which were ripe with sweat and pre-cum. He was getting horny and he wanted, he needed, to get off. He knew the other guys needed to also. That's all it was about to him; getting off.
Coach Parson removed his hand from the kid's hole and stood up. His big cock, curving upward, stuck out from his shorts. He dropped the shorts and took off his shirt. Big Jon looked down at the hulking man; all the guys had seen him in the shower and saw how hairy he was and how thick his dick was. He just laid there, letting the coach do whatever he had to do.
The head coach's dick was so hard, and he needed to fuck. He knew the kid was horny too, seeing how much he was leaking and how itchy his prostate was. He knew he'd like it. Coach Parson lined up the head of his thick dick at the jock's butthole and pushed forward. The head slid right in as the big jock let out a deep breath. The coach slid forward and all eleven inches sank into the kid's ass. Jon was amazed at how heavy the coach's dick felt up his butt. It slid in, then it slid up, and about four inches of coach dick rubbed his butt nut. The jock moaned as the coach bottomed out.
Coach Mead stood up, getting naked. He wasn't even close to being as in shape as his boss, but he was hairy, and he was strong. He was almost a foot shorter than Coach Parson though, and it secretly intimidated the assistant coach. His own hard cock bounced out when he lowered his shorts. He moved the stools and stood behind the big man, looking over and down. The head coach had a forest of hair on his lower abdomen, and it stretched down to his dick and legs. The man's thick, strong dick was sliding in and out of the jock's butt. Coach Mead looked up at the kid, who seemed lost in a daze. He noticed the jock's cock was spewing clear juice all over his gut, and it was running down the side of his big body onto the paper.
The shorter coach stroked his own dick, watching the head coach fuck the teen star jock. He slid all his cock out of the hairy hole except the head, then would slide it in all the way with slow, deep strokes. Coach Mead was rubbing his dick on his boss's leg, watching the head coach's dick pump the kid's butthole.
Coach Parson looked down at the man. "You want a turn?" he asked him. Coach Mead nodded quickly, eager to reverse the roles on the kid and feel his wet, tight hole. Coach Parson slid out of the tight asshole, and Big Jon sighed. Coach Parson looked at the kid's stubble and laughed. He stepped back, and pulled out the stool from the bed for the shorter man.
The hairy fireplug of a coach stood on the stool, grabbed his hard dick, and pushed it right up the jock's hole. Jon made a noise, like a grunt or a moan. The coach's head was swimming; he'd never fucked ass before, and he thought how tight his must have been when he rode the kid's meat. He looked down and saw it, hard and leaky. He reached down and lifted it up, watching as the tip opened and a blob flowed out, streaming down with the rest. He felt the jock's hole squeeze when he did it too. That gave him an idea, and stroked the kid a little, and his already tight hole got even tighter around his cock.
Coach Mead closed his eyes, lost in the warmth wrapped around his dick, squeezing and rubbing the teen dick to tighten up his hole. He didn't notice Coach Parson getting behind him and squatting down. The huge man wrapped his arms around his assistant coach. Coach Mead looked down at the hairy forearms and heard the coach whisper to him, "It's your turn now." Coach Parson wanted him to know who was boss.
The smaller coach felt his boss's dickhead in his crack, and he shivered. The coach pushed up and the head found the hole. He nudged it for a second, then pushed harder. Coach Mead lead out a gasp as the big dick speared his asshole open, just like the jock he was fucking did to him. Coach Parson stood up on his feet and pushed the last inch up the man's asshole. He held it in deep, and pulled the assistant coach back and up. Coach Mead felt his feet leave the ground as the head coach stood taller.
Coach Parson started raising and lowering the smaller coach, his huge thick erection lodged deep up Mead's ass, widening the coach's hole. He was using the assistant coach to fuck the thick jock laying flat on his back.
Big Jon felt the coach's cock widen a little, and he looked down towards his feet and realized Coach Mead was also getting fucked. And that Coach Parson was using Coach Mead to fuck his jock hole. Big Jon knew he wasn't going to last long.
"How's that feel, Mead, huh?" the older man said. "I saw the tapes. You forget about the camera, huh?" Coach Parson didn't stop fucking as he was talking, and Coach Mead could barely keep from shooting a load. "I saw you ride the kid's dick. I'm in charge. I do the fucking. Don't fuck anyone in my gym again without my permission." The head coach kept fucking Jon with Coach Mead, and Mead leaned back, feeling the scratchy hair against his back. This changed the angle a little, and the thick meat was going deeper inside the man. Coach Mead was ready to shoot.
Big Jon looked down at the hairy, thick, manly men fucking him. He saw Coach Mead raise and lower with each thrust - he looked at the floor and saw that the younger coach was fully impaled on Parson's coach meat, and that his head coach was using the assistant coach to fuck him. 'Aw, shit guys...' said Big Jon, and Coach Mead looked down.
"Aw fuck," said the younger coach, and Coach Parson thrust harder. Mead felt the big prick up his ass, and looked down as his cock slid as deep as it could go in Big Jon's used, puffy jock hole. He blew his load up the kid's butt, the orgasm enhanced by the thick eleven inches up his ass. Big Jon looked at the hairy coach as he came, watching his face contort. He felt the dick pump a load of coach cream up his ass, as Jon kept leaking. Coach Mead never stroked him fast enough to cum, and he wanted to.
Coach Parson relaxed his legs, and his assistant coach slid out of the hairy jock ass. He slid his long snake out of the coach's hole, as the coach let out a long moan. Jon gasped at the head coach's dick - it looked as big as ever, and he knew what was going to happen.
Coach Parson stepped forward and ran his heavy dick around the kid's big, full balls. Jon moaned, and the coach felt all the hair against his dickhead. He aimed lower, and slid forward, and again Jon had the coach's big cock right up his butthole. This time, he felt bigger, and it felt good.
The head coach was ready to shoot. He leaned forward, resting his arms on either side of his star athlete while he pumped his butt, his face a foot or two from the kid's. The big dumb jock felt the coach's hot breath on his face. Jon looked at this hairy beast fucking him - the coach's sweat was dripping off the wet hair covering his body, and Jon saw the long, black hairs dripping sweat from his armpit. That pushed the horny jock right over the edge, and he moaned - the coach looked down and saw Big Jon's big dick spit up about twelve shots of thick white jock cream all over his hairy chest and stomach.
The jock's orgasm squeezed his hole tight, and Coach Parson shoved his cock in deep. He growled as he unloaded a ton of cum in the boy's butt. His cock kept pumping and squeezing out its load, and it started to leak from the jock's asshole, sliding out around his dick. The coach left his dick inside the kid for a minute or two until it got soft and he was done. He stood up and noticed Coach Mead was gone, and also noticed the shower was on.
"That feel better, kid?" the coach said. "You can just use your finger to scratch it that way anytime."
Jon sat up, his head woozy from what just happened. He looked over at the man, his head coach, covered in hair, thick muscles and weight, and he nodded. "Thanks." He noticed the head coach stood tall and cocky, che