Black and White

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BLACK AND WHITE

Chapter 11--The Team Party

Friday finally arrived. I couldn't tell who was more apprehensive about sexually taking on part of a professional football team--Dave or me. We were both dressed and ready to go by 7:00 p.m., a whole hour early. Robert had said it was casual, so Dave had put on his running shorts and a tank top. They didn't cover much. I think that was the effect he was looking for.

I decided to wear bicycle pants without underwear and a t-shirt. That combination was almost as revealing as Dave's, but he had so much more to show off. Bigger cock, more muscular ass and thighs, and broader, more massive chest. He could easily have been one of the players, if it hadn't been for the touch of grey at his temples. He was a stud on the prowl and looked like he could take on the whole team.

As we were wondering what to do for the next hour before we left, Larry called with details of how Wednesday night went. I answered the phone and got Dave on the extension in the kitchen.

"They fucked me, and fucked me! It was wonderful. Especially Roger and Ray. They kept taking turns. Jim sucked my cock until I came twice. Then it was a dog pile with me fucking Jim, Roger up my ass and Ray up his ass. I don't know who enjoyed it the most. Dave, your cousin is a wild man when he's fucking! And with Ray up his ass, he really buried his cock up my ass. What a night!"

"Sounds like it," I ventured. "What time did the party break up?"

"Must have been about 2:00 a.m. when Jim and Roger left. Jim has a great ass for eating. That furry butt of his just begs to be licked and fucked. No wonder he's such a great bottom for Roger's huge cock. And those big balls of Roger's. They slammed against my hole so much, I must have abrasions on my perineum."

"How did Ray do with that super-thick cock of his?" Dave asked.

"No problems there. He always had a waiting hole ready to accept that ass stretcher. Jim especially liked it when Ray was sucking on my cock. But I think Jim liked eating Roger's ass more than anything. They sure do make a good couple. I thought Roger's thick, long cock was almost too much to handle. It reminded me a lot of getting fucked by you, Dave. You sure are cousins!"

"Was Jim the only one who was fucked by you, Larry?" I asked.

"Yep. Jim and I were the bottoms most of the night. And there wasn't a whisper of complaint from either of us or from Roger or Ray, for that matter. It was wild! We'll be doing it again tomorrow night. It seems we have become quite a foursome. You guys interested in joining us?"

"Thanks for the invitation. We may take you up on it later," Dave said graciously. "We have other plans for this weekend, but keep us in mind for the future."

"Yeah, thanks, Larry," I added.

"I won't ask who you're doing tonight. I'm afraid I might whimper in front of you. But, you'll let me know some of the details later, won't you?" Larry asked plaintively.

"Sure thing, Cousin. Greetings to the guys for tomorrow night," I added.

"And tell Roger that I told him it could get this good," Dave said. "He'll understand."

"Shall do. Talk to you guys later, then. Bye."

"Bye." All parties hung up.

"Feels like we're missing something. I wouldn't mind feeling Cousin Roger's big balls slap against my ass, either. He sure is hung big," Dave said with some regret. "But, there'll be other times."

"Yeah. Other times. I still want to work Jim over, again. Eating out your cousin again, and then getting fucked by him would be okay, too."

"Wait your turn!"

"I think there's enough to go around."

"I'm sure there is," Dave said looking at the clock. "Time to go. Still anxious?"

"About like you. These guys are huge and could get a little out of control when having sex. Just a little worried. I'm sure it's nothing."

"Yeah. You're probably right. Let's get outta here."

We drove over to the coach's house as Robert had instructed us. As we approached the door, we noticed that there were a lot of cars in front of the house. It looked to be the makings of an orgy. Dave squeezed my hand as I rang the buzzer.

"Rescue me if I need it?" Dave asked.

"And you do the same for me, okay?"

"Sure. Anything for you, Babe."

The door was answered by a good-looking man in his mid-30's. He must have been the coach that Robert talked about. He was about 6'3" tall, weighed about 230 and looked to have a solid build. He was bare-chested, showing off an incredible hair pattern that begged to be licked. I hoped to be able to do that later. He wore cut-off sweat pants that were several sizes too small for him. They were so tight, you could almost count the number of hairs in his crotch. The thick tube hanging to one side was leaking precum. Seems the festivities had already begun.

"Hi! You must be Mike and Dave. I'm Coach Bradley, but you should call me Chuck. Even some of the players do off the field." He extended his hand first to Dave and then to me after Dave had shaken it.

"I'm Dave. This is Mike," Dave said as he took the coach's hand.

"You play football, Dave? You sure have the build for it."

"A little college ball. Never any good at it, so I switched to track and field--javelin."

"And you, Mike?"

"Track and field, too. I was a hurdler, and not very good at it. Decided I'd do better in the classroom."

"Good for you. You can only be an athlete so long and then you need a real career, unless you get into coaching. It's gotten so competitive that I never suggest it as a career for any of my men. Come on in, guys. Meet the rest of the team that was invited to this little party of mine."

We followed Chuck into the living room. His muscular, big ass swayed in front of us. I glanced over at Dave who was openly admiring it. He looked over at me and mouthed, "Nice ass!" This could be the coach who was servicing the players. He sure had the ass for it.

"I believe you already know Robert and his friend Gary," Chuck was saying as he turned again. "The men on the sofa are Len, Bob, and Ron. They can tell you the positions they play, later. Dave and Mike, guys," he nodded in our direction. "Over here is James, Ed, John, and Will. Dave and Mike, our guests."

"Don't worry about names, here. If you get involved on a more personal level, you'll find out again," the coach said reassuringly. "And this is the defensive backfield coach, Randy."

Dave and I turned and were met by a black mountain. He probably stood 6'8" tall and weighed close to 280 pounds. I doubt if there were an ounce of fat on him. He was completely naked. His granite thighs framed a deadly looking black adder of a cock. It rivalled Dave's flaccid. He extended his meaty paw and engulfed my large hand and then Dave's.

"Glad you could make it. Get comfortable, please," he added. "You're much too restricted in those tight clothes. Same goes for the rest of you men," he said in a louder voice. "You've seen it all in the showers, so don't be bashful. Strip!" He turned and walked over to one of the linemen that he seemed to have a special interest in. The coach's ass was like two large, moving chunks of obsidian.

"Fuck! Would you look at that tail?" I gasped in a whisper to Dave. "Now I'm not sure which coach is the one who services the players."

The three black players on the sofa stood and stripped. One of them looked like an end, light and fast. One guy was beefy like a lineman and the third was built like a fullback. I wasn't sure which name to attach to which player. As the three players stepped out of their clothes, Dave and I did the same.

We gazed at each other lustfully. The end was eyeing both of us. The fullback wanted me and the lineman wanted Dave. All three were stroking their cocks into full erection. Although they were all about the same height (about 6'4"), their weight varied by a good 75 pounds. The end couldn't have weighed over 200. The fullback and lineman were much heavier at 230 and 275.

The end's physique was that of a runner, but his cock and balls must have caused some trouble. His nuts were the size of black tennis balls and his rod was about 9" long. The fullback had a major weapon he was stoking. It was very thick, about like Dave's and nearly as long, with a nice curve to it. It reminded me a lot of Dave's cousin, Roger. The lineman's rod was about 8" long and slender. The way he was eyeing Dave's now fully erect 11" butt-fucker, it was clear he wanted to be fucked by that ass-wrecker.

They all started for us in unison and introduced themselves singly this time. I'd guessed right. Len was the end, Bob the fullback, and Ron the lineman. Len was the first one to get down to the reason we were there.

"So, what're you guys into?" he asked.

"Mostly vanilla sex, if I may use that phrase," I answered.

That evoked a laugh from all of us.

"Good! We don't go for the kinky stuff, either. Just regular fucking and sucking," Bob assured us.

"And it can't be very vanilla with this mountain of chocolate you have standing next to you," Len said to me, but staring at Dave's cock.

Dave and I breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

"When does this party get started," Dave asked. "I haven't seen Coach Randy in a while. What happened to him?"

"Probably getting rimmed and fucked by John. Major cock. I think you'll like him. Wanna watch them for a while. They don't mind an audience," Ron said looking straight at Dave's jerking monster meat.

"Sure. Why not. Where are they?" Dave asked.

"Can anyone watch?" I asked as Bob, the fullback, sank to his knees and sucked my cock clear to the balls in one motion. "Shit! What a throat!"

"Leave him alone for a few more seconds, Bob," said Ron. "They wanna see Coach Randy get fucked by Big John. Cut him some slack!"

Bob was obedient, but still clung to my throbbing dick with one hand. "This way," he intoned.

We walked toward the back of the house into the family room. Others followed and checked us out.

"Jesus!" said one of the white guys from the other group. "Did you see the cock on that guy?" he said pointing to Dave. "I see Ron's already staked his claim. Hope the guy has good recovery. I want some of that!"

When we got to the family room, the furniture was already against the wall and pillows were scattered around the room. Coach Randy was on all fours and one of the big linemen was fucking his ass hard and deep. Randy's muscular ass was being held open by the hands of another black guy who was getting sucked by Randy. The fucker would pull out almost to the tip and then slam in again. The white guy doing it was hung about as big as me, but it had a wicked upward curve on it that forced him to almost lay on the coach's back to get the right angle for prostate rubbing.

Within a few more stokes, he was on the coach's back and ramming his cock straight down into the coach's well-fucked hole. He was sure to strike the coach's prostate with every penetration and withdrawal. The coach's dong was swaying with each thrust into him. The precum was dripping toward the floor like a spider's web filament. It had to be at least as long as Dave's and probably longer. It certainly was thicker. Someone's ass was going to be royally ripped by that ebony poker.

The fucker was down to the short strokes now. His forehead was a mass of sweat as he pounded the coach's asshole. The cock in the coach's mouth was a thick, straight one about 8" long. He too was sweating. He was going to cum soon by the glaze in his eyes. Sure enough, he started to bellow like a bull in heat. Cum dripped from the coach's slack mouth as the coach was enjoying the raping of his ass.

The guy on top stopped and pulled his cock out of the coach's ass, took off the condom and started to jerk himself off. The coach whirled around just in time to get a mouth full of lineman cum. His lips stretched wide to take each shot from about 6" away. The audience applauded. The former fucker moved forward and sank his cock into the coach's mouth. The coach obligingly engulfed the still cumming cock with his thick lips and sucked him dry.

"Quite a show," observed Ron. "Now, watch this."

He quickly put a condom on Dave's cock, greased it up, and backed on to it. Dave assisted by pointing his cock in the right direction and shoved. Ron bellowed in pain, but wasn't to be deterred. He continued to push back against Dave until all of Dave's cock had disappeared up the broad ass of the lineman. "Now, FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME!!!!" Ron ordered.

Dave was only too happy to oblige and he rammed him over and over again. First deeply and then only the first few inches to ravage his prostate.

Meanwhile, Bob had once again engulfed my cock and was balls deep. His throat massaged it expertly. The pressure in my balls started to build. I didn't want to cum, yet. Len, the end, moved underneath me and backed up on Bob's 10+ inches of condomed cock. He was being fucked just the way he liked it--doggie style. Bob was soon growling. His climax was getting closer and closer. My climax couldn't be held back either. Bob's throat was too expert for me to hold off.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna CUM!!" I roared to Bob. He pulled back just enough to release my cock from his throat prison and opened his mouth as I pulled out. I shot volley after volley of hot cum into his mouth. He swallowed once and then again. The second time seemed almost automatic as I sensed a change in his composure. He, too, was hitting his climax, but in Len's slim ass. Len was bucking into Bob, trying to milk out as much of Bob's cum as he could. Len wasn't about to let go of that big fucker and let the rest of the room watch Bob's thick cock cum on his back. He wanted all of it up his ass, even if Bob's cock did have a condom on it.

Dave and Ron were still going at it. Ron was bent over in front of Dave and Dave's hands were on Ron's broad shoulders pulling Ron into each thrust of his magnificent 11". The pace had picked up considerably when I yelled out my climax which was followed by Bob's grunts.

Dave was on the short strokes, ravaging Ron's prostate. The heavy fucking was taking its toll on Dave. He was very close to climaxing. Only a few more strokes and he'd be there. I disconnected from Bob's mouth and moved over to Dave. My mouth found the target I loved to tongue and drove my wiggling tongue up Dave's asshole. He sighed heavily and bucked hard into Ron. That nearly broke his cum dam. As the invited guest, Dave knew he was supposed to cum outside of Ron's great ass. He withdrew with a plop and pulled off the condom. Only three quick lunges across Ron's back and Dave's pecker started to explode its load.

"Fucking stud! TAKE MY CREAM!!" Dave shouted. He rammed and rammed his jerking cock up the crevice of Ron's ass and on to his back. Ron was loving it. The ease with which he had taken Dave, I had to wonder if Coach Randy wasn't fucking Ron on the side every day.

Applause erupted everywhere in the room as Dave's first shot hit Ron squarely in the back of the head. His second cannonade shot over Ron's back and head, landing on the chest of another black guy. The unwitting target scooped it up with two fingers and tasted it. A big grin evoked sustained laughter from the crowd.

Dave and I were sated for the moment. We decided to tour the house and see what else we could find. As we walked past one of the bedrooms, we caught sight of Robert and Gary getting it on with Coach Chuck and another white guy. Chuck was being pounded in the ass by Robert's 10" and Gary was sticking it to the other willing participant. They were doing the same thing that we had shown them as special guests. A good 69 for two men and two exposed asses for fucking for two more men.

Robert was the first to see us and motioned us in. Gary looked up and smiled. "Wanna eat my ass again?" he asked us. Dave and I readily agreed and I took on Gary's beautifully big, black ass. Dave was tongue drilling Robert Stocker's equally big, white ass. Both of our tongued victims were close to their climaxes already. The work we were performing on their assholes drove them wild.

Robert was fucking his white partner with short strokes, trying to keep Dave's tongue up his ass and ravage the prostate of his victim. Gary noticed what Robert was doing and repeated it. That gave me great access and little extraneous motion to deal with. I pulled Gary's muscular melons apart farther and drilled deeply.

One of the participants underneath let go with his first wad of cum. From the look on Robert's face, I guessed it was his partner. Robert was holding on tight to his fuckee. Dave tongued his asshole like a cat and pushed Robert into heavy cum jets. He raced his cock all the way into his partner and held on tightly. His ass clenched shut as he filled the condom sheathing of his jerking cock. Dave pulled away, but dove again for the swinging nuts under Robert's jerking dick. He was driving Robert crazy.

Gary was nailing Coach Chuck with his big 9". The coach was bucking back into him. Gary's tempo picked up to a speed that I couldn't match. I pulled my face away from his ass and replaced it with two fingers that I shoved up his ass. Gary went over the edge when the first finger entered. I massaged his prostate and felt every jerk of his cock after that. He'd be filling the coach's ass with black babies, if it hadn't been for the condom. The coach let loose with his ball juice into the waiting player's mouth. Some leaked out, but he got most of it.

Gary and Robert rolled off their respective fucking partner and welcomed us with kisses and hugs. The 69ing partners rolled off each other, too. The other player looked like a quarterback and was drop-dead cute. His moustache gave him a look of maturity, but his body said he was just out of college.

The coach stayed in the room with the quarterback and the rest of us left to look around some more. In another room down the hallway, two of the black players that we hadn't officially met were fucking. The bigger player was on his back with his legs draped over the shoulders of the lighter player. The bigger guy was getting fucked by a cock as big as Dave's and he was loving it.

"I've always wanted to suck this guy off," Gary said. He walked into the room and started to 69 with the player on his back. Happy to have something big and black in his mouth, the fucked player welcomed Gary. Robert moved in behind Gary and after lubing up Gary's ass, started fucking him.

All the players were enjoying themselves without us, so we went back to the family room. We were just in time to see what I had surmised earlier. Coach Randy was going to fuck Ron. He had just put on the condom when Dave and I entered.

Several players had gathered around to watch the coach's 13" pole enter Ron and fuck him. The coach placed the head of his giant, thick cock against the entrance to Ron's pleasure channel. He squeezed the head to make it smaller and gain easier access to Ron's hole. The trick worked wonderfully and the coach was in 6" before he paused for a moment. Beads of sweat were breaking out on Ron's forehead. In spite of being fucked by Dave recently and no doubt several times before by the coach, Ron was still having difficulty with such a huge weapon. On his back, he was able to watch the giant sausage slide easily into him.

One of the white players moved closer to Dave and whispered something in his ear. Dave nodded and the guy took him by the hand. They moved down to the carpet next to the coach and Ron. Dave put on a condom, lubed it, and lifted his new friend's legs to his shoulders.

The head of Dave's cock is very fat. The fuckee was noticing it and was trying to relax as Dave's fingers probed the fuck chute for a prostate. Finding it, Dave drove his partner wild.

"Gawd, YES! Fuck ME!!"

Dave withdrew his fingers and entered with his cockhead. It sailed past the opening and disappeared with another three inches of shaft. Dave and Randy were about even for penetration. They were setting up a rhythm that sent shivers of pleasure through their partners as they watched each others' giant cocks disappear inch by inch up the broad asses of their fuck partners.

I later found out that Dave's partner had introduced himself as Steve and was the same guy who had wanted Dave to fuck him when Bob had pulled him through the room by his dick. As I was jockeying for position to watch the coach and Dave fuck hot ass, I was propositioned by Will, one of the defensive backs. He was a big man of about 6'5" and 240.

He looked familiar and I finally placed him as one of the black guys in the second bedroom who was fucking the other black guy that Gary said he'd always wanted to suck off. His 11" reminded me again of Dave's big meat, but it wasn't as thick. Will wanted me to fuck him.

"I love getting fucked by white meat, especially when they have broad furry pex like you do!" he whispered to me.

"Didn't you and your black lineman friend finish?"

"Gary came in and wanted to 69 with James while I was fucking James. It sounded good to me, but Gary's a great cocksucker and James came before I could get off. His ass was too sore for me to continue, so I left to look for you. I saw you and your friend look in the room when Gary came in. I was sure glad to see you with a brother. That way I knew you wouldn't mind fucking with another black man. I really dig white guys, big dicks, and hairy chests. You're all of the above!" Will smiled.

I smiled back at him. "I only ask that I be able watch Randy and Dave fuck their partners with those big, black ass-wreckers."

"Yeah! Ain't they somethin'! Coach has been measured at 13 fuckin' inches!"

"No shit? I knew it was thicker than Dave's, but I didn't think it was that much longer."

"Oh, yeah. It looks big by any measure, but Coach is such a big man that the comparison of cock to man doesn't do justice to the cock. I still don't know how anyone can take that up their ass."

"You ever try?"

"I've never tried for two reasons. It's so damned long and thick, and because I'm real partial to white dick," he said as he gave my bouncing cock another squeeze.

"Never?" I asked incredulously. A confirmed size queen, I am. I couldn't understand not even trying it on for size. But if he were very partial to white cock, then I could see that it wouldn't be of interest unless he were an unabashed size queen like me.

"Nope. Never. But I've fucked his tight ass several times. I do dig tight, black butt! Of course, I've fucked and been fucked by Coach Bradley often, too!"

Now, the news about Randy's ass I'd have to relate to Dave. Coach Randy was a big man and Dave loved fucking big men. Maybe we could get him to agree to a three-way with us at a later date. I wouldn't mind swinging on that 13" obsidian pole while Dave fucked him.

Will moved over to a corner table and picked up a condom and some lube. He was applying the lube to his ass as he walked back. His 11" baseball bat had a great upward sweep to it and bounced as he strode toward me. He was sure hot for my cock. He didn't even look me in the eye (well, not the ones in my head, but the blind one at the end of my cockhead).

My dick was drooling profusely as I continued to glance over at the two couples fucking on the floor. Dave and Randy were matching stroke for stroke and their partners were moaning in unison. Their speed had increased since I had looked last time. Several of the men gathered around them were stroking their meat in the same general rhythm, hoping to cum when they did.

My new partner grabbed me by one arm and pulled me over to a good vantage point in front of Dave and Randy. Dave looked up as we moved into position and I winked at him. He smiled back at me and watched as the big linebacker bent over in front of me and backed up. Dave's smile was even bigger as he watched Will wince at how the thickness of my cock was rubbing savagely over his prostate.

Dave had lost his rhythm with Randy as he had been watching us. He knew he'd cum too soon if he continued to watch me fuck Will. It always made him hot to watch me fuck another black man and watch their faces go from pain at the first entry to pleasure as I rumbled over their interior joy button. He glanced over at Randy's face and rejoined him at his pace.

I looked over at Randy's face, too. He was getting closer to his climax than Dave was. I finally hit the discomfort point for Will. I still had about an inch to go. But, Will's hard, muscular asshole would keep me from pushing in that last inch. With repeated in and out action, I could probably get the rest of my cock planted completely up his channel.

Moving in fast, easy strokes over his prostate, I knew I had him right where I wanted him. He whacked on his 11" pecker like a wildman when I hit his joy button too often. I slacked off and long dicked him for a while to cool him off. It seemed that everyone in the room was timing their climaxes to the ones of the big men fucking on the floor.

Dave was having a hard time not cumming. His brow was a mass of sweat and it dripped from his nose. His eyes were pleading for release as I looked back at him. "Hold on for one more minute," I said in a whisper to him.

Dave and Will both thought that I meant them. Will released his cock to help cool off even more. Dave was breaking rhythm with Randy and slowing his hip movements to cool off, too.

Randy was in a world of his own. His eyes were closed and he was completely engulfed in Ron's asshole. On his back, Ron was holding on to Randy's ass and pulling him in tighter. His cock was bobbing crazily in the air and plopping against his tight stomach each time Randy's cock hit bottom. Steve was doing much the same with Dave. Both bottoms wanted to cum without touching themselves.

I must have cued in on their actions as I had decided to do the same to Will. Racing over and over his prostate, I fucked Will with just the first 6" of my overheated cock. I wanted to cum so bad, but I knew I had to get Will off, too. I hoped he would give me some clue that he was getting close so I could really fuck him hard for the last few seconds.

Other men had gotten into pairs and three-way fucking and were looking for a cue to unload their hot wads of cum. One guy was pulling "train" for four men. It was like a conga line, but with everyone connected from his dick to the ass in front of him.

Steve was getting hammered by Dave's short strokes. He couldn't last. I could tell that he wanted to hold off, but Dave's rampaging cock over his prostate was not to be denied.

"OHHH!! FUCK!! YESSSS!!! I'm CUMMMMMING!!" Steve shouted. And without touching his cock, he spewed forth a solid line of cum that hit him high on the chest and connected back to his cock. Then another shot hit his right nipple and he jerked. His hand finally closed around his throbbing pole and he beat off with a rapid motion, generating three more ropes of hot man juice that splashed on to his heaving chest.

Steve's big ass was getting fucked hard by Dave during Steve's climax. Dave was sure to hit his prostate, but also buried his cock balls deep between each jerk of Steve's body.

Randy's eyes opened as he heard Steve roar out his climax. That was the catalyst that he seemed to have been waiting for. He nailed Ron to the carpet and ground his 13" in as far as he could, fucking Ron with all of his thick inches. The last few inches must have exposed Ron's prostate to more pressure than it had before. The immediate impact on Ron was to startle him and for his cock to sluice out a big gob of cum. Each time Randy ground in harder, Ron let go another gob.

Finally, Ron couldn't handle it any longer and grabbed his 8". Just touching his cock did it. He shot over his head. His cum splattered against Will's feet. Ron cried out hoarsely, "Fuck MEEEEEEE!!"

Randy obliged, but only twice. His fat, long cock was going to fire off at any moment. He pulled out of Ron's grasping ass and ripped off the condom. Randy pulled once on the head with his big, right hand and his overheated cum launcher spewed his big load in repeated arcs on to Ron's chest.

That was the signal for everyone to unload. Dave pulled out of Steve and rolled off his condom. Steve sat up and clamped his lips over Dave's cock. Within a matter of 10 seconds, Dave was over the edge.

"Oh, Fuck! I'm gonna CUM! Eat MY LOADDDD!!" Dave bellowed. Steve pulled off instantly and sat back on his heel with his mouth gaping open to catch Dave's ball honey. Dave quickly replaced Steve's suctioning mouth with his hand and brought himself to climax in about three strokes. "FUCK!! YESSSS!!!"

His cum ropes all missed Steve's mouth, but several of them hit his chest. Steve scooped them up and licked them off his fingers with a grin. "Yum!" Steve crooned.

At this point, I didn't care if Will got off or not. I was on the brink and Will's ass was wonderfully tight. My point of no return had been reached. I changed my tactics from fucking his prostate to long-dicking his hole. The last inch went in and out twice. It was even tighter. I was gone.

"TAKE MY CREAM, FUCKER!!! TAKE IT!!!!!!" I hollered to the whole room.

Will rose up to a standing position, pressing his back against my hairy chest and hard nipples from his bent over position, and clamped down hard on my cock. That just made me fuck him harder. Will's cock started to jerk in rhythm to my hips ramming his ass. His bloated 11" started to fire.

"GOD, YESSSS!! FUCK MY ASSSS!!!" he roared and his cock sprayed everyone within four feet of us with volley after volley of his cum. Between his jerking cock and my hips bucking into him, his monster dick was creaming everyone with flying drops of ball milk.

Other men had joined us in their climaxes. Shouts of climax were heard in all corners of the room. Sticky cum was being squirted in all kinds of anxious mouths and asses. And several had tried to emulate the main attractions on the floor and fired their load on to a partner or the carpet.

Coach Chuck was one of those who had been shooting his load into a willing mouth. It was the quarterback again. From where he was standing, it was clear that he got a great view of the best actions of Dave, Randy, and the men who had been hovering over them.

Chuck was the one who finally broke the tension of all those fucked out men realizing they had just fucked their brains out in a group. "Okay, men. Several big showers in this house. Y'all have 30 minutes to shower and get dressed. I imagine y'all have big appetites for food, now."

"Yeah!" was the chorus from everyone.

Dave and I linked up again and followed the crowd down the hallway. Each of the four bedrooms had its own bathroom with an oversized shower stall. The back of the house had a fifth one, we found out later. We caught up with Robert and Gary and shared a shower with them. Within the required 30 minutes, all the men had assembled in the dining room for a late supper.

In all, there were about 14 of us. The two coaches sat at either end of the table. Dave and I sat on the side facing the kitchen with Steve and Will sitting beside us. Across the table were Gary and Robert. The other players took their places and filled the seating arrangement. Because it was a late supper for football players, it was a "training table" style of food--high in protein with lots of vegetables and fruits. The turkey looked especially good.

They gleefully demolished most of the food and all the wine that had been poured by Randy and Chuck. They were perfect hosts.

Coach Chuck gently tapped the side of his wine glass with his knife. The ring of lead crystal filled the air. All heads turned toward Chuck as he rose.

"Gentlemen. Tonight I raise my glass in a toast to our special guests, Dave and Mike, to our new and veteran players, and especially to the special man in my life." He beamed in the direction of Randy. Dave squeezed my hand under the table and I looked into his eyes. I saw love.

"It's a special night for another reason. Randy and I discovered our true sexuality together fourteen and a half years ago tonight." A cheer erupted from the seated guests. Dave and I were stunned. We had no idea they were lovers.

"And we've been fucking with every football player that we could bed since!" Chuck crowed to sustained laughter.

"Gentlemen! To love, with the improper stranger!" Randy proclaimed.

"To love!" we all shouted and raised our glasses. It was easy to tell who had the hots for which player by the way certain men eyed other men as they repeated the toast. Dave and I, Gary and Robert, Chuck and Randy, Steve and Big John, Will and Bob. I didn't catch others as their eyes moved back to Chuck.

"I want all of you to have a great season, so the 'fucking' evening is over. Go home, gentlemen, and review your playbooks. We have new formations and new players. I want all of you to be sharp and show the straight players you have bigger balls than they do!" Randy smiled to them. "We want to see all of the returning veterans back at our house by June 1st for training. On the field and off!" That, again, provoked laughter. "The non-players (Gary, Mike, and Dave) are always welcome to come back and fuck with us again!" And that got sustained applause.

The players left in twos and threes, saying their "good nights" to their hosts and coaches. The crowd around them finally thinned out and we approached to thank them for their hospitality and generous sex.

"This was the best party I've ever been to," Dave effused. "Thanks for inviting us and showing us such a great time. The food and wine were excellent. And the entertainment was extraordinary! That deserves a special thanks."

"Robert had first approached me with the suggestion to invite the two of you and his lover to our annual kickoff dinner and fuckfest. Usually, it's only men on the team who are invited. But, Robert prevailed upon me as a special new draftee gift to him. His descriptions of you men didn't do you justice. I noticed that Steve and Will found both of you interesting. And I knew that Len, Bob, and Ron would, too. I wish you'd had more time to meet the other men on a more 'personal' basis," Chuck grinned with a leer.

"Thanks, Coach," I finally said. "I don't know what to say. You've been perfect hosts. The party favors were wonderful."

"Uh, Dave and Mike. We've been wondering if you'd like to get together again for dinner and, ah, whatever, say next week? We want to hang around with men more our own age who don't play football. You'd understand us more and I know you have broader interests than these randy football players. Don't get me wrong. Sex with them is nearly non-stop. But, it makes a difference when we're in a controlling role as coaches. We don't seem to be able to get very close to them personally," Randy concluded.

"Well, I'm flattered and overwhelmed!" I truthfully replied. "Can we have time to think about your proposal?"

"Sure! Take all the time you need. Just remember that we think both of you are really hot men and would love to fuck around with you. But if you want to make it just a friendship thing, we'll respect that, too. I'm serious, too, about finding more friends our own age. It's an additional bonus that you're a black and white couple like us," Chuck pointed out.

"And," Randy interrupted to continue the point, "Robert told us that you've just started your relationship. We'd love to be your mentors on what works and what doesn't work for our relationship. You just might learn something from us. And I know that we'll learn from you. We already learned something tonight."

"What could that be?" I asked.

"You don't need to look any farther than your own companion to find real love," Chuck answered. "I could see it in your eyes when you looked at each other, even when you're fucking other men. It's good to see that again, and put it back into an established partnership of fourteen years. We feel especially close to you for that reason. And others!"

"Thanks for telling us that, Coach," Dave said. "It means something to me to be thought of in those terms after an orgy like tonight's." Dave dazzled them with one of his special smiles.

"I still want to think of you in those other terms, too!" Chuck reiterated.

"As do I!" Randy chimed in.

"Okay. We'll talk about it and let you know. Thanks again for the great evening," I added as I embraced each coach and turning toward the door. Dave followed after giving each a similar hug. I opened the door and walked out, waving to them. Dave caught up with me at the sidewalk and stopped me.

"Pardon me for being so pushy, but, what's to discuss? I think they're really hot. And I'd love to bed down with either one of them," he paused. "I heard reluctance in your voice. You're hanging back from accepting their friendship for some reason. What is it?" Dave almost demanded.

"I have no problem accepting their friendship. It's the sexual part that I thought we needed to talk over. I want to bed them down as much as you seem to. I only wanted to give us time to discuss it without hurting them if one of us didn't agree and to give us time to talk about it before leaping in. I should've known you better than that," I pointed out laughing.

"Thinkin' with my dick, again! I was so hot for them that I naturally assumed that you would be, too. I didn't even consider the possibility that you wouldn't want to fuck with them," Dave added apologetically.

"Don't worry about it, Sugar. It was a natural mistake," I squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Do we have closure then? We want to fuck with them and get closer to them?"

"Yes, in a word. I loved fucking with the professional players and college types, but it is starting to feel empty. Like sex and nothing more. We seem to be generationally removed from them. Maybe this is the real anchor of friendship that I've been missing and didn't know it. I want to go for it!" Dave concluded.

"Then we have closure! You want to go back and tell 'em?"

"Fuck, yes!" Dave shouted and raced back to the door.

Randy answered the persistent doorbell. "Hey, forget something?"

"Nope. We've talked it over and wanted to get to know you guys better in every way, if you'll still have us," Dave paused.

"Alright!" Randy cried as Chuck joined him at the door. "They want to do it!"

"But, not this minute," I laughed. "I'm fucked out and too full from that great meal."

"Well, how about tomorrow night, then?" Dave asked turning back toward me. "We did leave it open just in case something like this should come up."

"Larry will be green with envy. I can't wait to tell him!" I concurred. "What about it, Coach? Free tomorrow night?" I added asking Randy's crotch. It was swelling again. He was obviously naked under his tight sweatpants.

"Who's Larry?" asked Chuck.

"My cousin. Loves to get fucked. Has a big one. You'd probably love to make it with him. Both of you!" I revealed.

"When can we meet him?" Chuck pressed.

"Let's deal with first things first. I believe we were talking about tomorrow?" Randy interrupted, getting us back to the point.

"We agree!" Dave and I said together.

"We'll make it, then, say 7 p.m.? We can have dinner after the 'main course'," Randy said as he leered at both of us. "Okay with you, Tight End?" he said addressing Chuck.

Dave and I both smiled and nodded at the invitation and at the nickname. Anyone would be tight to Randy's 13". And it reminded us of Robert's nickname of Wide Receiver.

"It's a date, then," Chuck concluded.

"See you at seven," Dave repeated turning to leave. I followed and waved back at the men in the doorway. A couple of big men to make both Dave and I happy. "Studs" would be more accurate. And if the word from Robert was accurate, both of them probably fucked and got fucked like Dave and I did.

Dave and I drove home, occupied by our own private thoughts and fantasies about sharing a bed with the coaches. This would be a wild Saturday night!

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