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Shaun filled Coach's jock with his cum, as his ass spasmed due to the relentless attack on his prostate by Coach's cock.
Shaunnie's words and the spasms inside the tight hole caused Coach to unload and yell out.
Coach finally slowed and stopped, but stayed inside his boy.
"Did you like your surprise, Shaunnie?" Coach asked, still breathing heavy.
Shaun laughed, "Oh I sure did Coach!"
The two men laughed and Coach removed his cock from Shaun's ass. He rolled off Shaun onto his back. Shaun very naturally shifted over and rested his head on Coach's chest. He ran his fingers through Coach's hair on his stomach while he felt Coach's cum trickle from his worn hole.
Shaun didn't want to leave, but he knew that he had to meet his group for dinner, and then some show afterward. Shaun thought about inviting Coach, but he knew some of the group was uptight and changing plans last minute wouldn't go well.
Shaun lifted himself up to go, but Coach playfully pulled him back down. Shaun tickled Coach in defense and then the battle was on. The two men rolled around the bed for a while grabbing and poking each other until they both rolled off the bed. Both were rock hard, but Shaun's was still covered in Coach's jock. It was soaked with his own cum from the earlier blast. Coach's was fully exposed and Shaun gave it a good squeeze causing Coach to yelp. As Coach grimaced, Shaun leaped away.
"I win!" Shaun exclaimed, "I have to go now, so stay where you are."
Shaun retrieved his clothes and dressed quickly. After he pulled up his shorts, he got an idea and quickly dropped them back to the floor. He then stepped out of Coach's jock, being careful to avoid the soaked pouch. Coach made a disapproving face, but Shaun just smiled.
"I'm officially returning your jock, Coach." Shaun said giggling as he tossed it in the air in the direction of the sexy man on the floor. Shaun burst out laughing and pulled his shorts back and raced for the door. The jock had landed squarely on Coach's face. Coach grabbed it and quickly fired it back at Shaun. It just missed, bouncing off the wall and landing harmlessly on the floor.
"See ya later Coach, I really gotta go," Shaun said. Luckily, when he turned, he spotted his pile of clothes (with his wallet most importantly). He grabbed the pile and headed out the door.
Coach lay back down on the floor and without thinking, licked his lips.
"Mmmm," Coach muttered as he tasted Shaun's cum that had dripped of the jock. He licked his lips again, and then his tongue extended out in search of more boy cum. His hand reached down to give his still rock hard cock a few tugs. His cock was feeling a little raw, so he stopped. He stood up, and headed to the shower with the intention of resuming the tugging with the aid of some soap.
Shaun bounced down the long hallway, his hole still wet with his Coach's load. When he turned the corner, he brushed against a passing staff member. The two young men turned to each other to apologize. Shaun immediately recognized Travis. Coach's descriptive story of their hot sex session danced in his head as they exchanged "sorry". Shaun felt a twinge of jealousy as he wondered if Travis was headed to Coach's room.
Travis was confused by the goofy look the passenger gave him, but kept moving. He had been horny all day, and was now doing something he knew he should not do. He was hoping Coach might be in his room before dinner, and maybe they could sneak in a quickie. He did not know if Coach would be interested, and he knew he was risking his job, but his raging hard on had taken over control of his actions.
Nervously, he knocked on the door. He was disappointed when Coach didn't answer. But before he turned to leave, his cock once again took over.
"Just go inside and pretend to be tidying up, maybe he'll come back." Travis devilishly thought as his master key card swiped Coach's door. Travis' first step almost landed on Coach's jock strap.
"Man, he sure is messy," Travis said as he picked up the wet jock. He hadn't noticed the noise of the shower running yet, because his attention was on the jock. All of a sudden, he had the urge to smell Coach's sweaty jock. He lifted the jock to his nose and inhaled deeply.
He pulled the jock away quickly. He caught a bit of a sweaty smell, but there was definitely a stronger, familiar smell. When Travis saw the jock up close, he realized it was filled with cum, Coach's cum. He sniffed again, taking in the beautiful mix of smells. He let his tongue touch the wet pouch. His first taste of another man's cum! His cock was pressing at his waistband, begging to be freed.
Travis then heard the shower, and began to unbutton his shirt. A repeat of this morning would do just fine, Travis thought, or rather his cock told Travis. But, then he stopped. This was a fresh load. Travis realized that Coach would not be in the mood if he just jacked off in his jock. Travis didn't know what to do. He was so horned up now. He wanted to march right into that shower again, but was afraid of rejection. He also knew he couldn't keep barging in on this guy, no matter how hot he was.
Travis' mind raced through options while he brought the wet jock back to his mouth. He froze when he heard the shower turn off. Coach had decided to give his cock a rest, and had finished rinsing off. Travis panicked and slipped out of the room with Coach's dirty jock in hand. He bunched it tight in a ball in his hand and headed to his room to hide it, hoping no one would spot it on the way. He could feel the cum coating the palm of his hand. This made his dick throb even more.
In Travis' rush, he didn't notice Kevin as he buzzed through the lobby, but Kevin saw him. Kevin noticed a different look on his face. Kevin didn't know Travis all that well yet, but he looked stressed.
"I wonder if he is headed back to the room. I think I will go check on him when I finish here," Kevin thought.
Travis barely closed the door behind him, before he skillfully freed his cock from his pants one handed. He switched the jock into his other hand and now used the wet one to grease his hard dick. Travis made his way to his bed, dropped his pants and boxers to his ankles and lay down. As he fully coated his cock with the cum from the jock, he pressed the jizz soaked jock into his face. He inhaled through his nose deeply and savored the manly smell. He expected to notice Coach's smell, although he wasn't really sure he could identify it anyway. Instead, he was satisfied from the scent of sweat and cum. He stroked his swollen cock faster and harder as he tentatively probed the fabric of the jock with his tongue.
"Oh Coach," he said aloud, "your load tastes so good." The taste and thought of Coach filling his mouth with his warm juices activated his tongue. He flicked it all around inside the jock, searching for any remnants of the hot man's juice. When his tongue couldn't find anymore, Travis put the whole pouch into his mouth and sucked on it imagining it was filled with Coach's cock.
With his hand free, he grabbed and tugged at his own balls. Then, he grabbed his cock at the base of his cock. He let the other hand work the large, pulsing head.
He moaned loudly knowing the jock muffled the noise. His balls began to boil up as he could almost feel Coach's cock bang his throat. The moans turned louder as he brought himself over the edge. Travis could fire many shots with high velocity when really turned on, and this was one of those times. The first shot cleared his head and as he heard it hit the wall, the second shot launched from his cock slit. This one caught an eye brow. Travis pressed his balls harder as he kept stroking and his balls responded violently, firing pellets in rapid succession. Travis' body flailed in ecstasy as he continued to be pelted with cum shots. He stroked and stroked until his balls ached. His face and shirt were coated in his watery load. He let his body relax just as he heard the card swipe unlock the door and Kevin walk in.
"Holy fuck! I sure wish I got here a few minutes earlier," Kevin said as his eyes surveyed his hot roommate's handiwork.
Travis spit out the jock, hopped to his feet and waddled past Kevin into the bathroom.
"I'm so embarrassed," Travis yelled through the bathroom door.
"That was fucking hot, Travis, don't be embarrassed," said Kevin as he walked his way over to the wall where Travis' first shot landed. He quickly scooped the remnant onto his finger and licked it up.
Meanwhile, Coach stood in his room in a towel, searching for his jock. As he was drying, he remembered the deposit Shaun had left in it, and he was hoping for a little taste.
That's it for Chapter 7. Stay tuned for Chapter 8. I didn't get the new passenger in yet, but first thing next chapter.
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