"Coach Johnson! Coach Johnson!" cried Vinnie, the star of the swim team. "You've got to help me."
Sitting behind his desk in his dimly-lit office in the back of the locker rooms, the middle-aged salt-and-pepper and quite beefy Coach Johnson adjusted his legs and leaned back in his chair. This ought to be interesting, he thought.
"What is it, Rodriguez?" he asked in his husky voice.
"I..." Vinnie started. "I..."
Coach Johnson placed his rough hands behind his head and spread out his hairy arms, revealing the thick bush of his armpits. He was wearing a tank top and had recently worked out but neglected to shower, meaning his BO was quite overpowering at the moment.
"Enough, Vinnie. Spit it out already."
The swimmer before him, dressed in a nothing but a tight speedo and chiseled as all getup, looked sheepish. "Something happened to me the other day, coach."
Internally, Coach Johnson smiled. Vinnie wasn't the first of his students to come running to him in the last little while in desperate need of help. But he kept a gruff look on his face as he took in the boy's incredible physique, those stunning pecs and abs, those superb biceps and calves, and those heaving glutes just barely being held back by the speedo's tight fabric. The swimmer was also sporting a fine pelt of fur on his chest, a drag in the water for sure but Coach Johnson hated to see his players shave away their lovely assets.
"What is it, Vinnie? You can tell me anything."
"Well... I met these two dudes at the pool. Uh, Silas and Connor were their names, I think. They were both... um... beautiful..."
"What do you mean, beautiful?"
"Like, each of them just had the most gorgeous body of any dude I've ever seen, one of them a little hairier, the other smoother, but both cut like you can't imagine. And they were also acting... kind of funny."
"Funny how?"
"I don't know. Just really silly and playful and kind of dumb."
Coach Johnson nodded. One of the perks of his job was getting to interact with all sorts of himbos all the time.
"So what happened?"
"I'm really not sure, coach. We were just sort of chatting and the two of them were placing their hands all over my body and telling me how hot I looked and how big my bulging crotch was and then... one thing led to another..."
"And?"
Vinnie got really quiet, the tips of his ears turning red.
"And then I sort of slipped and fell. My mouth went right over one of their dicks, Silas I think it was. And man that thing was a whopper. Just about the largest anaconda I've ever seen and so hard and veiny and dripping with precum. It must have been uncut because it just sailed straight into my throat and got lodged there. And it was so thick that I couldn't really get it out no matter how much Silas banged his hips against my face."
"Then what happened?"
"It was super weird, sir... I mean, coach... Mr. Johnson. I found it kind of pleasurable to choke on that massive pocket rocket and my mind kind of went elsewhere. And then the other bro, Connor, he started blabbering about how embarrassed they both were and how he'd help me out. But instead of moving Silas or something, he just pulled off my speedo and started rimming me."
"Like... in the butt?"
"Yeah, he was slobbering all over my little jock hole like it was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. And... uh... I liked it too. So much so that when Connor stood up and the tip of his own mega boner started slipping into my ass, I just sort of let it happen."
Coach Johnson grinned. His enormous erection was at the moment straining the fabric of his gym shorts and he could see a large stain of pre-jizz spreading across the crotch. He sniffed his heady BO, loving the circumstances of his life. He screwed up his face into a scowl again.
"Are you telling me that you let a guy fuck you in your hot little puck at the same time as another dude slammed his gigantic sausage against your lips?"
Vinnie nodded. "I don't know how it happened, coach. My body just took over and I suddenly found that I needed them both to splooge inside me as much as possible. And that's not the worst part."
"What do you mean, Rodriguez?"
"It's just..."
"Yeah?"
"Well, after they both creamed inside me, they switched positions and each shot another wad in my mouth and rear. And then it was like I was addicted?"
"Addicted?"
"Yeah, coach. Like, for the last few days I keep staring at dude's massive wangs in the showers, just watching how their pulsating cocks swing back and forth while their low-hanging nuts flop about. And..."
"There's more?"
"Sure. At least a few times now, I've somehow ended up with a guy or two or three and... I don't know... I slip and fall and then it starts all over again and I'm getting banged or banging someone or both at the same time."
Vinnie stopped and looked at Coach Johnson with the most feverish expression. The coach knew he'd have to handle the next part delicately, so as not to scare the boy and have him totally freak out.
"Well, Rodriguez, that's a pretty crazy story you've got there. I guess the thing I'm wondering is what you want me to do about it?"
"I... I... I'm not sure, coach. I thought maybe you knew what I'm supposed to do now."
"Huh. Interesting question, boy. So, here's the thing. I've heard about situations like this before. Usually it's ripped college jocks who are full to the brim with hormones and spunk on account of working out and being around other studs all the time. But I have a question for you."
"What is it, coach?"
"I need to know if you want it to stop or not."
With a look of utmost guile, Vinnie screwed up his face. "I... I don't know, sir. That is, it's just been so crazy that I haven't had time to think about what I want to happen."
It was time. Coach Johnson knew the next thing he had to do. Standing on his thick haunches, the coach started to pull off his tank top. He heard Vinnie gasp as his killer abdominals, which were so tight and hairy, came into view. Once the tank top slipped over his head and the coach stood shirtless, his fuzzy arms crossed in front of his enormous shaggy chest, he knew the boy was enraptured. Slowly, carefully, he took down his gym shorts and watched as Vinnie's eyes remained glued to his crotch. Coach Johnson's insanely large, thick, and commanding cock came flopping out, then tick-tocked back and forth like a hefty metronome above his gigantic and stupendously pube-covered balls. Grabbing his massive member at its gargantuan and girthy base, the coach whapped it a few times against his palm, feeling dollops of pre-nut milk dot his hand.
"Well, Vinnie. I need you to think carefully. Do you see these?" He palmed his superlative nuts and began joggling them around like Chinese medicine balls. "And do you see this?" In the low light, he openly jacked the flared uncut tip of his supremely powerful and monstrous manhood.
Without a word, Vinnie nodded.
"What I want to know is if you want to be dominated by this mighty meat and take gobs of my sticky sperm in your throat and ass? Think about it, boy. Do you?"
"I..." came the response. "I..."
But by this point Coach Johnson could see that he had the swimmer ensorcelled. He'd seen it many times before. Once these lunkheads got a taste of the pleasures of dong, they were hooked for life. They became lean mean fuck machines, constantly in need of hot man-on-man action as often as possible. Vinnie was now drugged. He would do anything for a taste of the D.
The stunning swimmer didn't even pretend to trip this time. He just came forward and got on his knees. He grabbed the gonzo hog before him and looked at it like it was the most prized possession he'd ever seen. The coach's incredible endowment was Vinnie's entire world. As a spurt of ball sauce came leaking from that massive dick-tip, Vinnie placed it in his mouth and took it down to the root.
"Unnnhhhh..." the coach sighed.
Jock mouths were always the best. They boy was already a gifted cocksucker and Coach Johnson didn't even have to wait before he began pummeling Vinnie's throat with his towering tool. His wrecking ball nuts repeatedly bashed against the boy's chin as Vinnie cried out in ecstasy again and again.
"You like my cock, don't you, boy?" the coach said.
"Mmmhhmmmm," Vinnie whimpered, looking up with his dewey eyes as the coach's hefty trouser snake stretched out his lips.
"Do you need some more?"
Coach Johnson could see the boy was a little confused at the question, but the coach already run through this scenario several times with other players. Whoever those dumb athletes Silas and Connor were, they'd been infecting a good deal of the university already, and Coach Johnson wasn't complaining. Vinnie was far from the first swimmer to traipse in worried about his sexual status.
"Warren!" called the coach. "Alexander! You can come in now."
From a side room strode in two dudes in their mid-twenties, Coach Johnson's assistant coaches. Each was a stud, with perfectly-sculpted chests and arms, Warren darker-haired and Alexander a redhead. The coach had selected them for their abilities but also their looks and, of course, the astronomical batons that each was sporting. Warren had a pornstar cock, tipping on the tip top end of the size distribution, but Alexander's was just unbelievable, a total knockout, looking like something out of a Tom of Finland drawing. Each was already naked and hard, having waited in the sidelines while fooling around with each other so as not to freak out Vinnie the moment he came in.
The swimmer had a look of apprehension on his cock-stuffed face now. "Don't worry, boy," Coach Johnson said. "We'll start you off easy. You can take my cock first."
Vinnie didn't have much time to process this as the coach pulled his massive member from the boy's mouth and then walked around behind him. He bent Vinnie over, snatched off his swimsuit, and heaved a nice gob of spit, which landed with bull's-eye accuracy on the boy's exposed puck. Spitting on his own knob, Coach Johnson began to press his unbelievable uncut head inside. Vinnie's hole barely protested, opening up in the most accommodating way, his puck soft and pliable from having taken quite a few dongs already but still tight and supple and impeccable. Those incredible ass muscles squeezed against the coach's pulsating prong as his implausibly-huge hog sunk further and further into Vinnie's rear tunnel.
"Oh yeah, boy," the coach said. "You are built to take cock. Tell me how much you need my dick inside you."
"Ohhhmyygodddd, sir! I need it! I really need you to fuck me, PLEASE!"
The coach didn't need much more invitation than that and, placing his rough hands on the boy's hips, he began jackhammering him like a pro. Stars were clearly spinning around Vinnie's head as his hole gave itself up to that astonishing sensation, the repeated blows with the mighty hammer that was Coach Johnson's sterling johnson.
Meanwhile, Warren and Alexander had positioned themselves in front of Vinnie and each was bashing him across the face with their extraordinary organs. Ball slobber and sweat were accumulating all over the men and the ripe stink of their bodies was mixing in the air around them, sending all four into fits of absolute rapture. Warren grabbed the back of Vinnie's head and dove his domineering dick right into the boy's maw, skull-fucking him to within an inch of his life as spit dripped down that overpowering shaft.
Not to be outdone, Alexander pushed Warren aside and, with a fire burning in his eyes, took a hunk of Vinnie's hair and shoved him downward. Alexander's unbearable bludgeon rammed right into Vinnie's mouth, the boy's lips stretching out like somebody was thrusting all ten of their fingers into his open jaw. Vinnie was whimpering and moaning but clearly in high heaven, his sizable cock rip roaringly hard and spraying a continuous spatter of pre-cum as he got fucked from both ends.
Coach Johnson slapped Vinnie's mountainous asscheeks. "I think he's ready, boys. Go ahead and take him here."
Warren and Alexander didn't need to be told twice, the two of them quite used to cramming their colossal cocks into orifices of all manner, people constantly begging them for even a taste of those astonishing endowments. Just to be nice, Warren went first, stepping up as Coach Johnson vacated Vinnie's pre-cum slick hole. Warren's wondrous wang immediately occupied the opening, stretching Vinnie out to new dimensions as he began to ream the boy and send him to planes of existence he never dreamed of before.
"HNNFF! HNNFFF!!!" Vinnie cried as his backdoor was repeatedly packed with more dong than it had ever experienced.
While they watched the performance, Coach Johnson could sense his own needs boiling up inside him. Bending over, he spit on his fingers and then toyed with his tender man slit to get it ready. "Alexei," he called to the redhead. "Get over here and give me some of that beautiful schlong before you break this boy in half."
With a smile and a nod, Alexander strode over to the coach and placed the fat mushroom tip of his meat stick against the coach's hole. With barely any resistance, that Herculean hog sailed right into Coach Johnson's antechamber and Alexander took control, drilling that hirsute ass with perfect strokes of his monstrous sausage.
"Mmmmm, yeah!" moaned Coach Johnson. "Fuck yeah, Alexei. Fuck me with that insane donkey dong!"
As Warren pounded Vinnie, the boy looked over at the spectacle of his hot middle-age coach taking the most massive dick right next to him in the back of the locker room. Noticing the attention, Coach Johnson smiled.
"Don't worry, boy. It's coming for you next."
At that moment, Warren let loose a heavy groan and pumped his staggering cock all the way inside of Vinnie. Screwing up his eyes, Warren achieved his first climax of the night and deposited a healthy dollop of man cream as far up in Vinnie's guts as he could get. Stepping aside, Warren slapped Vinnie on the ass, jacking his enormous and still extremely hard erection as he licked some of his own cum from the boy's hole.
It was Alexander's turn. Vinnie was moaning with a mixture of ecstasy and trepidation as Alexander walked over and draped his elephantine member across Vinnie's crack. To Coach Johnson, it looked like such a hulking beast would barely be able to fit into such a tight little hole but of course he'd seen boys smaller than Vinnie submit to Alexander's incredible ministrations. Vinnie also had the advantage of a well-fucked puck by this point and so it wasn't entirely surprising when Alexander pressed his inconceivable implement against the boy's exit and, straight away, the entire girthy gonzo gash-basher disappeared down to the root. Balls deep inside Vinnie, Alexander began to pound. Sweat dripped from his brow and his every incredible muscle stood out as he reamed Vinnie with his gavel, deep-dicking him with virtuoso strokes as the boy squirmed and whimpered from the insane pleasure of it all.
By this point, Coach Johnson had introduced his own mammoth shaft into Warren's snug bung-hole and was hammering away like Hephaestion at his anvil. The coach could feel the cum churning in his balls as his hairy nutsac battered Warren's taint, the assistant coach howling with delight from the incredible drubbing he was receiving. An idea floated through Coach Johnson's beast-mode brain and, after whispering in Warren's ear, the two of them carefully made their way over to Alexander and Vinnie.
While Coach Johnson was still inside him, Warren stood behind Alexander and rubbed the raging tip of his dick on Alexander's supple puck. As he continued to wallop Vinnie with his gigantic tally-whacker, Alexander leaned back and kissed Warren, then bellowed like a bear as Warren's significant sausage began to slip into his backdoor. Before long, Coach Johnson was positioned behind all three boys, basically fucking Vinnie with the power of three cocks at once--the coach's own inside Warren, Warren inside Alexander, and then Alexander's ridiculous rod shoved up inside Vinnie.
"OHHHMYGODDD, COACH!" Vinnie cried. "OHHHHHHHMYYYYYGODDDDDDD!!!!!!"
And with that Vinnie began to expel an absurd amount of cock cream, his prostate milked and stimulated like never before, the sound of his orgasm intense enough to give the coach wet dreams for a month after. As Vinnie's ass muscles clenched down, Alexander felt his own cock go off and an irrational helping of hot ball sauce came coursing out his shaft, filling Vinnie's back channel to the brim with thick profusions of skeet. Alexander had the presence of mind to pull out and allow Warren to come forward just as the other assistant coach went over the edge, so that Warren deposited his second serving of savory raunch dressing right up in Vinnie's cum-soaked rear chute. Warren then pulled out so that Coach Johnson could get in there just as his own rocks went off and Vinnie was able to receive yet another portion of athletic splooge, his hole creampied with enough emollient nut lotion to keep it full up for a long time being.
As their orgasms subsided, the men draped Vinnie on the ground of the office floor.
"Just one more thing, Vinnie," Coach Johnson said, standing over the boy with his honking satyr's legs.
And then the coach, Warren, and Alexander each managed to edge another explosive nut busting out of their nonsensical cocks, an exuberant bounty of ball gravy that covered Vinnie's fine features in copious sheets of sticky skeet. Sated (at least for now) Coach Johnson grinned at the dazed swimmer on the floor.
"I hope you've learned something here, Rodriguez. My door is open anytime you need. Now let's all hit the showers. We might run into some more fun while we're there."
Apparently we barely even need Silas and Connor around anymore to get things started. Let me know if there's any other places to take this dirty tale. My inbox eagerly awaits your thoughts and snapshots at sirarthurpornandoyle@yahoo.com. Please donate to Nifty at https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html