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"Everyone come on in!"
Fifteen teenage boys came rushing in, whooping and hollering in celebration. All 13 of us, members of the Cumberland County High School baseball team, were celebrating our newly won game. It was the final game of the season, and once again, we had come out on top as the district champions.
We'd had this streak for 12 years now, the same amount of time Coach King had been the baseball coach at our school. King was a toned, beefy man with short blonde hair and a respectable amount of muscle. He was in his mid-40s at the time I was in school.
In his decade of coaching, he had proven himself a bonafide coaching legend. A god among men in the world of high school baseball. A win streak that had maybe two smudges on its reputation, after a decade of seasons.
The simple trick to his success? Keeping his players happy. You may say that that's vague, and you'd be 100% right. Because there's many ways to keep a team happy!
Some ways of keeping a team happy include extensive water breaks, fair treatment, short practices, and letting members of the team fuck you on the daily so they can drain their jock balls in your mouth, throat, face, and ass, and maybe even get theirs filled too.
That's right! The secret to our high performance came down to the constant opportunity for sex. Coach didn't care when, where, or how. He just provided.
After practice head in his office, during practice anal in the dugouts, between class quickies in the bathroom stalls, or even full blown fuck sessions at games during halftime. He didn't care. He was as much of a sex craving horndog as his hormonal teenage players. He was ready to give or get whenever, wherever.
I couldn't explain to you how it worked, but it did. We absolutely destroyed the competition at every single game we played. We were beasts, and I believe it was because of the constant sex opportunities.
Having year round practice helped, but if we're being honest, not much else other than fucking got done outside of the regular season.
Boys started tearing off their shirts and wildly whipping and waving them. The season was over, and we were celebrating yet another victory. For me, it was my 3rd year of high school baseball. I had just finished Junior year, and I was about to become a Senior. I had one more year of baseball left, but Coach had a habit of letting alumni come back for "educational purposes", so I knew I knew I wouldn't be gone for long.
The energy in the air was so electric you could almost feel it. And by that, I mean there were 14 guys jumping around and hooting and hollering.
But eventually, slowly but surely, everyone began stripping down to their jocks. It was post-game tradition. After every game, there was a massive orgy in Coach's office. Parents were told it was eating and clean up time, so an extra two and a half hours was added to the end of the schedule every game.
Everytime we did this, I couldn't help but to stare at Coach. He was the definition of a man. Beefy, solid built, and just overall manly. He had a massive, fat, muscled ass that just begged to be played with. And his cock was somehow both a grower and shower. Soft, it was probably about 6 inches. Hard, probably 10 or 11 and as thick as my wrist. He was hung like a horse.
Coach pushed his desk to the center of the room and climbed on top to warm up, and boys began slipping their cocks out of their jocks to stroke them.
Coach squatted on his desk, dropping to where his hole was visible to us boys on the sidelines. He picked up a bottle of lube and liberally coated three fingers before gently sliding them into his ass. Many years of pushing the limits and getting fucked on the daily had left Coach with a stretched asshole that resembled more a loose slit, a manpussy if you will. He could've easily been fisted, but that rarely happened.
After a few minutes of fingering himself, Coach brought out the big guns. Squatting even lower and opening a drawer, Coach pulled out a softball from his desk. Taking his lube, Coach drenched the ball in lube. Us boys whispered on the side, and many of us started getting fully erect.
Coach pressed the ball to his hole and started applying pressure, slowly pushing in the fist-sized ball. Grunting, he finished, popping the full ball in. We hollered in support, and Coach rubbed his hole in circles, moaning.
He readjusted himself, and slowly but surely, we watched as Coach squeezed the fat ball out of his manhole, the softball stretching him as he pushed; his hole going from a loose, meaty pucker to nearly the size of my fist. He grunted, and with one final push, the ball squeezed out, bouncing lightly on his desk. Coach's hole contracted and expanded, slowly squeezing back to it's normal but blown out size.
"Fuck Coach!" I yelled out, still tugging on my cock. Coach just grinned and huffed, pushing the softball back in and out, using it like a rolling dildo. He held his squat over his desk, his massive cock standing fully erect.
After that, Coach set the ball down, the sticky and lubed up orb rolling slightly. I dived in, pressing my face into his big, meaty ass. The crowd of boys cheered loudly and joined, passionately kissing him, tugging the shaft of his cock while someone sucked the tip and he stroked theirs in return. The rest stayed on the edge of the ring and cheered on the participants as they slowly tugged their hard cocks.
Coach's asshole was a loose slit of a hole, a big drooling pussy. I pressed in, sucking and licking violently at the abused fuckhole. Coach moaned and grabbed me by the head, pushing me in further. I passionately flopped my tongue, greedily slurping away at his fucked up asshole, savoring the flavor of his cunt.
I pressed my tongue in deeper, savoring the walls of his hole, feeling his loose lips on my face as I felt a boy's load hit my back.
Eventually, I broke free from his hole and climbed on top of the desk to the raucous cheer of the guys below. Coach noticed I was behind him and broke free from his servicing to flip on his back, stretching as much as he could so his big beefy ass was i the air.
Without wait, I rammed my cock in, going straight to the hilt with very little resistance. Coach grunted in approval, sucking a cock suddenly plopped on his face as people started tweaking his massive nipples. I started slamming in and out, fucking his hot and wet ass pussy violently. Coach huffed and moaned in approval, stroking his horse cock as my balls loudly, and wetly, slapped against him.
"Yeah Marc... fuck me like a man! Tear that pussy up!"
I grunted in response, wildly pumping in and out of his sloppy cunt. I heard the other boys whooping, hollering, and moaning in approval as I slammed away at Coach's beefy ass. Other boys went back to his mouth, and Coach returned to servicing them, slobbering and drooling on four different cocks in his face.
Coach's body was flushed red from sex, and his beefy body was drenched in sweat. As I pummelled away at his manpussy, feeling the flaps rubbing on my thick cock, I huffed in the manstench. The room reeked of sex, sweat, and cum.
I heard Coach grunting for my attention as I fucked him. I turned my head to him, and he started talking. "We've been goin' for a while now... I know you gotta piss boy! Let loose in your couch's ass!"
"Don't gotta ask me twice!" I let loose, pissing into his ass as I pounded. My piss shot deep inside him, but a lot sprayed out of the entrance. Boys servicing Coach's cock came to the side to slurp up my piss spray, licking around Coach's hole as I fucked it like an animal.
Coach groaned as my wet stream sprayed inside him, and another boy started peeing on him from the side as well. He caught it with his mouth, gulping their piss down greedily.
I was getting close, and I didn't want to cum just yet. I pulled out, leaving Coach's ass to shrink back. It shrank and opened like it was gasping for breath. I stepped back, letting another one of the guys have a turn at pounding his fat ass. Coach eyed me in confusion, but grinned when he realized what I was doing.
I climbed up on top of the desk, pulling myself up next to Couch. Although he was preoccupied with a cock in his mouth, ass, and both hands, he looked at me and adjusted, laying flat on the table. The guy fucking him just picked up his legs and draped them over his shoulders to continue at his big hole.
I positioned myself over top of his monster cock, feeling the fat tip touching my well-fucked, but still tight hole. I licked my lips, and Coach grinned widely. Slowly, I lowered myself onto his cock, letting it push into me.
Coach grunted, tweaking his fat nipples as I rode his cock. I slid down more, letting every little inch rub itself inside me. A few moments later, I was at the base. Picking myself up, I raised myself on Coach's dick before sliding back down, fully riding it.
Coach moaned in approval before having his mouth stuffed by one of the more hung boys. Behind me, another one of the boys had taken the place of the one fucking Coach, and they were going even harder than the first.
I kept sliding up and down, picking up my speed slowly but surely. In not too long, I was fully slamming my muscle ass on Coach's cock while he slurped and gagged as he got throatfucked by a line of the guys. Everyone was sweaty, and the room reeked of men. As Coach became even more sweat-glistened, the boys started shoving their faces in his hair pits, lapping up his stench and savoring the flavor of his sweaty, muscular armpits.
I kept riding Coach, the ferociously loud wet slapping sounds mixing in with all of the other slapping and dirty talk. The boy behind me was going particularly nasty. I listened in while I rode Coach's ass-splitter.
"Yeah Coach, you like that? You like that big jock cock splitting open your worn out pussy? God... that big wet fucking pussy. Feels so good sliding on my cock. My big fat cock... hrnnnng..."
I grinned, recognizing the voice. It was Dalton, our star runner, known for his stamina on and off the field. Dalton was about 6'2", lean with lots of thick muscle, with trimmed ginger hair. And he wasn't lying about his cock. It was easily the thickest on the team, at least 3 inches across. Coach was one of the few who could take it. He was kind of arrogant and showoff-ish, but in an incredibly hot way. He was known for flashing his cock and openly jerking off during practice.
I turned around, spinning on Coach's cock to face him. "Yeah Dalton, tear Coach's ass up," I said to him as I continued riding Coach's bull dick, holding back my moans as my prostate got slammed over and over.
Dalton gave me a cocky grin and picked up his speed, his wet slaps getting louder and louder. I moaned as I picked up my pace too, getting closer to cumming. "K-kiss me bro!"
Dalton leaned in, locking lips with me as we took Coach's dick and ass. We battle tongues, drooling on eachother's face.
It was all too much. I came, shooting a geyser of cum everywhere. It hit my chest, stomach, and both Dalton and I's faces. Dalton broke away, licking the cum up. He slammed in all the way, groaning loudly as he did. I saw him shake as he came before pulling out, letting Coach's hole gently drool a small bit of his seed.
I was still riding Coach, but I could tell he was close. Most of the boys had finished and were slowly stroking their cocks on the side, spent from the fucking.
I slammed down one more time, sending Coach King over the edge. He moaned loudly, orgasming violently in me. His massive load shot deep in my gut, and I moaned in pleasure as I felt it.
Once he finished, I slid up, pulling his horse cock out of my abused hole. I leaned over to Coach, kissing his frantically. We made out for a minute, our tongues sloppily fighting as we groaned and grunted in euphoria.
Suddenly, he spoke up. "Put that hole on my mouth. I wanna taste my load."
I grinned and obliged, placing my meaty ass onto Coach's face. He gripped my sides, ferociously tongue punching my sore hole.
I moaned and loosened up, letting his seed spill back into his mouth. He rolled it around his mouth loudly before swallowing, then going back to licking the rest off my hole. I heard Dalton whistle, and the sounds of a guy cumming for the second time that night loudly rang out in the office.
Coach finished, and I climbed off him. "Your turn, you big fuckin' stud."
I slid off his desk, moving to his slick, fucked up mancunt. I latched my lips on to it, feeling the meaty donut throbbing. It felt hot to the touch. Coach loosened, and almost half a dozen loads started oozing out into my mouth. I greedily slobbered them down, letting some leak onto my face.
I dove around with my tongue, licking up his sloppy ass juice. Coach moaned as I dove my tongue in and out, tongue fucking his fuckhole. Eventually, I finished up licking up the guys' cum, and I pulled away.
Coach sat up off his desk, red, glistening with sweat, and grinning from ear to ear. "Great fuck, you all! I'm fuckin' spent! You guys go home, and be ready for our trip next week!"
We cheered triumphantly, raising our arms in the air. Next week, we set off for a week long cabin trip to celebrate our successful season. It was pretty much a week of fucking, sucking, and outdoors fun.
We all started redressing, our holes and cocks still gently oozing cum. The room started emptying, and as the rest of boys left, I turned around to see Coach still on his desk, sliding the softball in and out of his meaty ass.
I chuckled and left, ready to go home and get ready for the camping trip. As I turned the corners of the school, the wet sounds and Coach's moans grew quieter and quieter.
And that's it for Chapter 1! This is the longest chapter I've ever written, and it's one of my favorites I've ever written. I hope you all enjoyed! If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please feel free to email me! I'll gladly talk to you about anything and everything, sexual/related to my stories or not. Also, before anyone asks, all of the guys will be getting names, traits, and characteristics. I just didn't want to drop 14 characters on everyone at once. They'll be slowly written in, and I'll make a character sheet with reference images up at my blog, rawraunchfuck.tumblr.com.
Once again, thank you all for reading, and I hope you enjoyed! Chapter 2 soon!