Evan

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Tyler – Part 23

Sweat ran down Tyler's face as he closed his eyes and panted for breath. It also glistened on his bare chest, with little drops running down between his abs. He was soaked from head to toe but the sense of satisfaction he would feel later when he looked in his mirror and saw the progress he was making would mean it was all worthwhile.

He glanced up at the clear blue sky and felt the heat of the sun on his skin. What had started because of his frustrations over almost everything in his life had quickly become one of his favourite things to do and he was able to run further and further with every passing day.

It was almost four weeks since he had been caught in the locker room with Joe and they had barely spent a moment together since then, agreeing that it was for the best that they didn't do anything for fear of getting caught again. That no one knew what had happened still amazed him, but he didn't want to let his guard down, thinking it might still just be a matter of time before word got out.

Even though he had agreed that having sex with Joe wasn't a good idea, that didn't mean that he didn't still want to. He had gotten used to the feeling of Joe's strong, muscular body against his, of his firm lips, his thick fingers, his hard cock and his impossibly tight ass no matter how often he fucked it. Not getting all of that was killing him, especially since it was his own fault for getting carried away and caught. If it wasn't for that Joe would have been in his bed right now instead of being God knows where looking for the next girl to fuck in what was apparently becoming a growing list.

When Tyler had heard about Joe's suspension, or more accurately the reason for it, he had wanted to slap Joe in the face for being so stupid. Then he realized how hypocritical that was when he himself had fucked Joe in the very room where Coach had caught Joe nailing the girl. Soon after that he realized that his anger wasn't because Joe had been careless and had been caught, it wasn't even because he was having sex with a girl in reaction to what had happened with them, it was because Joe had taken her THERE, to that same room, probably fucking her on the same desk that Tyler had fucked him on just days before. Tyler's anger was actually jealousy. Even after everything that had happened, when he knew it was the last thing he should be craving, Tyler wanted to be the only one with access to Joe's dick, the only one to suck him and fuck him, and yes, even BE fucked BY him. He had fallen much deeper for Joe than he had previously thought.

At first being apart was relatively easy. The pain in his body from the beating he had taken was a sharp reminder of why he shouldn't want what his dick was telling him it did. He then buried his head in his books, studying for his finals, which went better than he could have hoped, and school was done for the summer.

It was a week after that, his body healed, no practice, no classes, no job to occupy his time, when his thoughts constantly and almost exclusively returned to Joe. He had spent two days watching their videos on repeat, shooting load after load after load as he watched their bodies in action, listening to Joe begging to be fucked, wishing he was there in person and not just a replay on a screen.

Tyler had picked up his phone and stared at it, his fingers typing out messages and then deleting them, wanting to contact Joe, wanting to invite him over, knowing that Joe was probably craving the same thing, but he couldn't bring himself to hit send. If he was the first one to reach out and ask for it he felt like it would be a defeat. If Joe could hold off, so could he.

When he couldn't stop thinking about Joe and all of the things they could do together, Tyler turned his attention to the only other thing besides football that ever seemed to take his mind away from sex; working out. He headed down into the gym his dad had built in the back of their garage and used the machines for hours until he had nothing left.

He repeated the same pattern for the next few days until being cooped up in the house was driving him crazy. He needed to get out. Instead of running on a treadmill that went nowhere he went onto the streets and into the local park, using his phone and a fitness watch to plot a path and record his progress. He was also missing football and turned up on Luke's doorstep one day, surprising the smaller guy by dragging him out to run drills and put him through his paces. After Luke had been left out of their trip to college, Coach not thinking he had what it took to make it in the college leagues, Tyler took it upon himself to change that, to get Luke ready for their senior season and to make him the player that Tyler knew he could be. Luke became a project that took Tyler's mind away from Joe. He was the perfect distraction.

Today though, with Luke out of town and Toby, who had joined them, busy with family, Tyler was once again alone, so he put on his running gear, laced up his sneakers and took off with a backpack full of water, knowing he would need it in the summer heat.

He had made it almost nine kilometres when he pulled up, needing to stop briefly to catch his breath and down a bottle of water. He had lost his top around the 5km mark so the sweat was running down his body, cascading over his muscles, heading down towards his thin shorts that were soaking up his perspiration. Another few kilometres and they would probably be pasted to his skin.

With the cold water seemingly cooling his core as it travelled down into his stomach, Tyler felt rejuvenated and knew that he could continue on, wanting to hit the 16km or 10 mile mark that he had finally achieved two days earlier. He had to at least match it, if not surpass it. Anything less was failure.

As his legs began to move again, propelling him forward, the welcome burn just beginning to tingle in his quads, he followed the route he had mapped out on his phone, not actually knowing where he was but relying on the GPS. He liked plotting different routes so he didn't run past the same things every day.

After another five minutes and another kilometre closer to his goal, Tyler turned a corner that led him to a strip mall. He had no idea the little stores even existed and was tempted to stop to see what they sold but he needed to keep going.

He pushed on, running along the path in front of the building, trying to ignore the smell of fresh coffee and pastries as he passed by the open door of a small café and bakery, and then came to a screeching halt as a familiar face emerged from the store three doors down.

It was Michael.

Tyler's panting breaths suddenly stopped. All of the air was sucked out his chest. He stared at the side of the face of the guy who had beaten him in a way no one else ever had, the guy who had made him feel pathetic, weak and worthless.

He had told himself that the next time he saw Michael he would walk up and punch him in the face to get back at him, even though he knew it would only incite Michael's wrath, but his ego and manhood had been bruised worse than his body ever had and he felt the need to do something to mend those wounds.

Instead he stood motionless, his body trembling at the sight of his attacker. Memories of that afternoon in the locker room where Michael kicked him low and then proceeded to practice field goals on his ribs flashed before his eyes and he was terrified of a repeat. Cody wasn't there to stop Michael this time.

As Michael started turning toward him, Tyler did something he would hate himself for later, as he ducked into the nearest store to avoid being seen. He crouched down low and held his breath, praying that Michael didn't walk through the door. He closed his eyes and listened as footsteps grew closer and then gasped when he heard Michael's voice.

"Fuck, I'll get you the money, okay? I told you I'm good for it," Michael said rapidly into his phone.

The footsteps continued on and grew quieter as Michael walked on and eventually disappeared. Tyler let out a loud sigh and then opened his eyes to see an old woman staring at him from behind the counter of what must have been her fabric and clothes store.

"Can I help you, young man?" the woman asked.

"Erm... No maam..." Tyler stuttered. "I'm sorry."

Before the old woman could say anything else, Tyler jumped up and ran out of the door. He glanced quickly down the way he came to see if Michael was anywhere in sight, but not seeing him, he sprinted away from the strip as fast as his legs would carry him, wanting to feel the pain he thought he deserved for being such a coward and hiding. If he had a bruised ego before it was critically wounded now.

Continuing on until his chest was on fire and he felt like he was going to throw up, Tyler gasped and braced himself against a tree, bending over with one hand on his knee, the other clinging to the tree, as he dry heaved.

When he was done retching he collapsed down to the ground and sank back against the trunk of the tree, removing his backpack once it became uncomfortable. He put his head into his hands and begged himself not to cry. He had never felt lower in his life, thinking that maybe he should have let Michael end it rather than have to feel like he did.

The only thing that pulled him out of his thoughts and depression was a manly chuckle that sounded familiar and yet he couldn't pinpoint who it belonged to.

Using the trunk of the tree to pull himself to his feet, Tyler stumbled forward until the trees opened into a clearing. There in the middle of the grass, reclining on a picnic blanket was the source of the chuckle. Tyler gasped.

Jake was laid back, propping himself up on his elbows. He was wearing nothing but the smallest pair of shorts Tyler had ever seen until he realized they were regular shorts that Jake had rolled up his massive thighs. His abs were incredible, so defined in his current position they looked like building blocks that had been covered in smooth tanned skin. His pecs were huge, his biceps bulging and the smile on his face, showing off his teeth, made him look as handsome as Tyler had ever seen.

Tyler looked away, thinking that somehow if he didn't see Jake he wouldn't feel the lust that was bubbling up inside him. He hated Jake. He shouldn't find him attractive. They were rivals; enemies. So why did he want to walk over there, straddle that body and give it the attention it deserved?

FUCK!

Forcing himself to focus on something else, Tyler's eyes settled on Evan sitting just a few feet from Jake on his own blanket. Unlike Jake, Evan was wearing a t-shirt, but Tyler was still impressed by the arms he saw pushing against the sleeves and the clear line of developing pecs beneath the fabric.

Emily, their other friend, was talking but Evan certainly wasn't listening to her. His eyes were watching Jake, moving up and down his big body, taking in every inch of muscular perfection.

A smile crept onto Tyler's face when he registered the lust in Evan's eyes and he knew for certain at that moment that Evan was gay and wanted a piece of his best friend. There was something else in those eyes though and it took Tyler a moment to realize what it was; love. What Evan felt for Jake wasn't just physical.

Damn...

Tyler stared at Evan for another long moment and then found that he had to turn away. He closed his eyes and cursed himself under his breath for feeling jealous. Why didn't anyone look at him the way that Evan looked at Jake? Why couldn't Joe feel that way about him?

Once again as the negative thoughts and feelings began to return, Tyler knew he needed to keep running. Exercise took the pain away, or at least replaced it with a different kind of hurt.

As he made his way back towards the path he heard Emily make another joke. Jake's deep chuckle made his body tremble and his hole twitch because of how hot it sounded, but the content of the joke was what caught his attention the most; it was to do with Evan being gay.

Tyler stood listening, unable to hear actual words now but the sound of friendly laughter was clear. They didn't care that Evan was gay. It wasn't a big deal to them. Hell, it was something they could laugh and joke about and Evan didn't take offense. How was that fair? Why did Tyler have to hide who he was and live in fear of people finding out because of what it might mean for his life and his career when Evan could be open and have people accept him right now? Why should it be different? Why couldn't he be that open and have friends like that? Suddenly the hatred that Tyler had felt for Jake transferred to Evan and, whether it was jealousy, envy or resentment, Evan was added to the list of people he didn't like.

Breaking into a run, Tyler continued until his watch beeped telling him there was just one kilometre left to go. He slowed down and looked up at the blue sky, knowing he could make it home with his goal achieved. That and the heat of the sun on his skin and the slight burn in the muscles beneath made any of the bad thoughts he had been having disappear. He glanced down, loving the way that his body looked, both pumped and cut at the same time, something he didn't think was possible with his body type. He then glanced up and nearly dropped the bottle of water he had fished out of his bag.

Just down the road, parked on the left side of the street, he saw a familiar sedan, the one that was driven by Coach. Normally that wouldn't elicit such a reaction, he had seen the car countless times before, but they weren't in the school parking lot now and Coach didn't live in this neighbourhood. Try as he might, Tyler couldn't stop himself from jumping to the only conclusion that made sense to him less than a hundred yards from Mr Brown's front door. Coach was inside. They were together.

Tyler looked all around, searching for some other sign of Coach, something that would prove that his suspicions were nothing more than the thoughts of a horny teenager clinging to what had become a bit of a fantasy. But the street was quiet, the houses seemingly all asleep, not a single light in a window or hint of movement within.

Glancing up at the blue sky again Tyler felt a drop of sweat run down his face as his heart pounded in his chest, only this time it wasn't because of how fast or far he had been running it was because of excitement, because of nerves and because of emotions he didn't know how to describe. This was it. The two men had to be in that house and he could finally find out the answer to questions that had been driving him insane and fuelling some pretty explicit dreams for the past two months.

He took a step forward but immediately stopped. He was conflicted. Part of him wanted to know in the worst way, to find out if something was going on and to hear or even see some evidence of the two sexy older men going at it. Another part of him though told him to turn around and find a different route home, to leave the two men to their private moment and give Coach the respect he commanded everywhere else.

Reluctantly he turned around and started walking in the opposite direction, but then he stopped and spun back around, looking between Coach's car and then further down the street towards Mr Brown's house. He couldn't walk away. Knowing he had the chance to discover the truth and didn't take it would haunt him more than never finding out would.

Slowly he moved forward on trembling legs, passing Coach's car almost on tip toes in case the huge man was sitting inside. When he saw the driver's seat was empty he continued on, turning his attention to the stoop in front of Mr Brown's house as it came into view.

It wasn't until he was less than ten feet away from the door, his mind preoccupied with what might be going on behind it, when it dawned on him that if the door suddenly opened the first man to step out would spot him immediately. His head spun around and his eyes darted in every direction frantically. He felt completely exposed and began to panic.

Something clicked.

Tyler's eyes went wide. Was that the bolt on the door being opened? He glanced around again and did the only thing he could think of in the moment, throwing himself into the small arched alley between Mr Brown's house and the next, pressing himself up against the wall, trying to quieten his panting breaths so he wasn't discovered.

When no further sound came and he was sat with his back pressed against the cold brick wall in the alley, Tyler closed his eyes and threw his head back, letting it hit the wall. He felt pathetic. For the second time that day he had dived away from a possible confrontation. How could he ever hold his head up high and act like the tough man he wanted to be when he behaved like a scared little bitch?

He put his head in his hands and thought quietly about not just how much he hated himself but how much he hated Michael too for making him feel worthless and tiny. Where had his confidence and pride gone?

"Oh fuck Stephen!" Coach's groan cut through the silence and Tyler's head immediately snapped in the direction of the voice, not out on the street but further down the alley toward the back of the house.

Tyler had a choice to make. He could walk away, knowing the big man was busy so he could make a clean escape. Or he could creep further down the alley and hopefully find out what had caused that groan.

While his mind was still thinking over the options his body began to move on its own, passing through the archway until it emerged on the other side of the building at the gates to the back yards of the house on either side.

Not knowing where the moan had come from, Tyler continued to crouch down, listening for any more outbursts. After an agonisingly long thirty seconds of silence, he eased himself up until he could peak over the gate, holding his breath as he prepared himself for what he might see.

In his mind he imagined the sight of Coach's big, round, muscular ass flexing as he thrust into Mr Brown, whose legs were spread around the larger man, gripping onto him and giving as good as he got even though he was on the bottom.

What he saw was nothing but a freshly mown lawn of green grass. No one was there.

Tyler knew that he wasn't crazy. He had heard Coach moan, calling out Mr Brown's name. But if they weren't in the back yard, where were they and how had he heard it?

"Come on Big Man, arch that back for me. You think you can take more?" It was Mr Brown's voice this time, making Tyler look up.

His eyes locked onto the open upstairs window just as he heard Coach's gruff reply.

"Give it to me, fucker," Coach growled. "Make it hurt."

Tyler's mouth hung open as he continued to stare at the window, wishing the drainpipe would hold his weight so he could climb up it to look through the window.

"Fuck, you're still so tight," Mr Brown could be heard gasping. "After the way I worked you over last time I figured you would have loosened up a bit."

"Just shut up and get on with it," Coach growled, followed by a deep groan.

"That feel good?" Mr Brown asked.

"Fuck yeah," Coach moaned. "Do it again."

Tyler's dick was rock hard and leaking in his shorts; seeing flashes of his behemoth of a Coach on his back with his legs wide as his ass stretched around Mr Brown's invading cock. He reached down and ran his fingers along the length, thinking about taking it out to stroke it until he remembered that he was in public and anyone walking past might see him.

Removing his hand, Tyler cast his eyes over the rest of the house, seeing that all of the windows were open and the door was slightly ajar. With the two men busy upstairs they wouldn't notice him getting closer so he could hear them better.

His nerves had disappeared. He no longer cared if they caught him, what he had heard already was enough to make him take the risk; he had to hear more of what was happening, maybe even see it since the images in his mind were too hot not to see them for real with his own eyes.

Reaching out, he gently eased open the gate and slipped inside, closing it behind him, making sure there was no noise as the latch dropped back into place. For a brief moment he contemplated not being able to make a quick getaway but his desire to confirm what was going on won out and he inched his way closer to the open window and door.

Listening carefully, Tyler could hear Coach grunting in a steady rhythm and closed his eyes picturing the blond hunk now on his hands and knees, pushing his ass back onto Mr Brown's cock. God he wanted to see their sweaty bodies writhing around together.

"Yeah, that's it Big Man," Mr Brown praised. "I knew you could do it. Next time I'm going to have your knees pressed against your chest."

Coach grunted what sounded like approval and Tyler was throbbing in his shorts, thinking about what the huge man must look like in that position.

He closed his eyes and continued to listen, fighting the urge to push the door open further and creep up the stairs to get a look at the action for himself.

Joe sat in the staff break room drinking from a bottle of water as he read through all of the latest football news and rumours on his phone. He was itching to get back on the field and play some games but he couldn't bring himself to join Tyler's training sessions with Luke and Toby because every time he saw Tyler he felt his hole clench, remembering what it felt like to be impaled on Tyler's hard cock, riding him until they both came. Spending time with Tyler would make him want that again and he wasn't sure he could or even wanted to fight those urges, the same urges that came so close to outing him when Michael caught them in the locker room. He still wasn't sure how no one knew about that, but as long as the possibility was there, him and Tyler needed to keep their distance because if there was a next time they might not be so lucky.

Working the extra shifts at the car dealership helped to take his mind off all of the other things going on in his life, as well as providing some much needed money that his parents made him save for college. While he was doing his job nothing else seemed to matter. It was his safe place.

The two girls he was having sex with also kept him pretty busy, although remembering which was which sometimes got a little tricky. It wasn't that he didn't pay attention or didn't care, it was more to do with the fact that he never intended to juggle two girls at the same time, especially when those two girls were almost identical cousins. He knew he should break it off with one of them but how could he admit to the second girl that the only reason he hit on her in the first place was because he thought she was her cousin? He probably should have stopped it before they started to have sex but now that he was getting it from two girls on a regular basis, draining his balls just long enough for him to not think about going to Tyler, he didn't want to have to choose and didn't see the need to, they were all happy so why ruin it?

He had just finished texting one of the girls, arranging their next hook-up, and was draining the last of the water from his bottle when the phone vibrated with another message. A smirk curled his lips, knowing the girl couldn't wait to get some more of him, but when he slid the notification bar down and saw who the message was actually from his eyes went wide and his mouth felt dry despite the water he had just drank.

Donte

With a trembling finger Joe clicked on the message.

"Hey Joe. How do you like the car? I bet the chicks love it. Has it got you laid yet?" Donte wrote.

Joe stared at the screen, reading the message over and over again. He hadn't heard from Donte in weeks, the last time was just a few days after Donte had bought him the car, but Joe still somehow felt that Donte knew more about him than he let on, like he had someone watching him.

Joe swallowed hard, debating what he should do, but then he remembered the last time Donte had spoken to him and he felt the need to reply.

"I love it. And yes, so do the girls. Fucked one in the back seat the other day." Joe typed, hitting send before he could second guess himself.

He walked across the break room, ready to slip his phone into the pocket of his jacket and get back to work when it buzzed again. He took a deep breath before opening the message.

"That's what I like to hear. Wouldn't want it going to waste. I love it when girls think they're not easy when all you have to do is flash a bit of cash or offer them a ride in an expensive car and their legs open quicker than the doors do."

Joe couldn't hold back a chuckle as he read Donte's words, thinking how true it probably was for someone like Donte, especially now he would be one of the big men on campus, soon to be a college senior and possible first round draft pick in less than a year; girls would be fawning over him. That could be Joe in a couple of years.

Before Joe could reply another message came through and the smile dropped from his face.

"Do you remember that picture I took of you on your knees?"

Joe gulped hard, his heart pounding. Why was Donte bringing that up now? Where was this going?

Not knowing what else he could do besides putting his phone in his pocket and trying to pretend like he didn't see the message, Joe typed out a reply.

"Yes"

Never had those three little letters felt so huge or significant. He had opened himself up to whatever the reply would be. He waited, holding his breath for another message to come through. When it did his legs almost went out from under him.

"I recreated it last night."

It wasn't the words that made Joe's knees feel weak. It was the picture that accompanied them; a picture that showed Donte's big, thick 8 inch black cock, glistening with what had to be spit, resting on the face of a young white guy who was staring up at the camera with a mixture of lust and admiration, wanting that cock back in his mouth.

"Holy fuck!" Joe gasped, unable to take his eyes off the photo, moving them up and down the length of Donte's dick, taking in every inch as his own cock sprung to life.

He couldn't believe Donte would send him a picture like that, but as he kept looking at it he realized that unless someone knew Donte's dick intimately they would have no idea that it was his because no other part of him was visible. The photo wasn't about Donte though, it was about Joe.

Without that dick in it the picture was almost exactly the same as the one that Donte had of Joe; on his knees, his mouth open, seemingly waiting to service the hunk in front of him.

As Joe continued to stare at the photo the random guy seemed to disappear, replaced by his own face; his mouth open, his eyes begging, pleading with Donte to let him have it, to let him wrap his lips around it and take that big dick into his mouth, sucking it dry.

"Fuck..." Joe groaned at the thought.

As if Donte could read Joe's mind, another text came through.

"It should have been you."

Joe panicked, looking all around, making sure he was alone and that no one saw him staring at a picture of a guy's dick while his own pants were tented with a hard on.

Needing to deny it, for his own sanity as well as his protection, Joe quickly replied, "Keep dreaming," and went to close his phone.

Before he could Donte's reply flashed up on the screen.

"I will. My dreams have a habit of coming true ;)"

Joe slammed the cover on his phone shut and shoved it into his jacket pocket, slowly backing away as he tried to process what had just happened and what it meant.

Things had gone silent at Mr Brown's house, but that just made Tyler feel more on edge, listening more closely and carefully in case he could make anything out through the open windows. The grunts and groans had continued for a few minutes before they had stopped. The screams and shouts Tyler had been expecting when the two men finally had an orgasm never came. What were they doing in there?

More than once he had almost got up from his position beneath the kitchen window, glancing at the open door, wondering whether or not he could sneak in, climb the stairs and catch them in the act without them seeing him. It was only when he started thinking about what would happen if he got caught that he decided to just stay where he was.

Another couple of minutes went by before Tyler heard Coach's familiar deep chuckle growing louder. His curiosity drove him as he eased himself up, pressing himself against the wall, lifting his head just enough so he could see through the window into the kitchen.

Coach's huge body emerged from the staircase. He was covered in sweat with nothing but a tiny pair of shorts covering his modesty. The smile on his flushed face was as big as the rest of him and he turned his head to watch as Mr Brown came down the stairs, dressed much the same, his slightly hairy chest also glistening with perspiration.

They were still panting and Tyler wished he could have seen the two muscular hunks going at it, those bodies and muscles in motion, flexing and tensing we each push and pull.

"Do you want a drink?" Mr Brown asked, heading in Tyler's direction.

Tyler quickly ducked down and closed his eyes, praying they didn't see him. Even with his eyes closed the image of the two ripped bodies stayed with him and he smiled as he listened.

"Fuck yeah," Coach laughed. "I need one after what you just did to me."

Mr Brown chuckled, "Come on, it wasn't that bad. Admit you liked it."

Tyler listened as the refrigerator door opened and closed and what he assumed was a bottle of water was tossed across the room.

"Okay, yeah, I did," Coach admitted, pausing to have a drink. "I haven't felt this good since college so I guess I should be thanking you for talking me into it."

"Hey, I didn't have to do much to convince you," Mr Brown said, the smile on his face was clear in his tone.

"No, but you can be pretty damn persuasive," Coach said. "This is what, the third time this week? I'm meant to be at home relaxing with my kids."

"You have more fun with me though, don't you?" Mr Brown grinned. "Besides, we've got to keep you limber, old man. We don't want you getting that dad belly just yet," Mr Brown grinned, slapping his own stomach.

"Fuck you!" Coach laughed. "I have an awesome body, you've said so yourself."

"Yeah, you do," Mr Brown said under his breath so Tyler almost didn't hear him. The way he said it made Tyler question whether or not they had had sex because there was a hint of longing in Mr Brown's voice that suggested otherwise.

"And I am not fucking old," Coach growled. "What have I told you about that shit?"

The change in Coach's tone, coupled with that of Mr Brown, gave Tyler a shot of courage and he pushed up again, glancing through the window to see his huge blond Coach bearing down on Mr Brown, backing him up against a counter and trapping him between his big arms.

"Say you're sorry," Coach demanded in a way that was both playful but still incredibly intimidating.

Tyler could see that Mr Brown was tense and nervous but he stared up at Coach's face with a look that screamed `take me'. Fuck, Tyler was confused.

"I'm sorry," Mr Brown said in a voice that sounded like it came from one of Joe's little brothers.

"Say 38 isn't old," Coach continued, leaning in so he was speaking straight into Mr Brown's ear, close enough so Mr Brown would feel Coach's breath on his skin.

Mr Brown gulped, "38 isn't old..."

"Good boy," Coach said. Mr Brown visibly quivered hearing those words.

Coach pulled back slightly and the two men stared into each other's eyes for a long moment. Tyler held his breath, thinking that the two were going to kiss but then Coach turned away, downed the rest of his water and headed towards the front door, grabbing his shirt off the back of a chair and pulling it on.

"I'd better get going, the wife will go mad if I'm away for too long," Coach smiled.

Mr Brown pushed himself away from the counter and took a moment to compose himself. He then walked Coach to the door and they chatted for another minute before they said goodbye and Mr Brown closed the door, heading back toward the kitchen.

Tyler ducked back down, his heart beating hard in his chest when he heard Mr Brown moving around at the sink just above his head.

"Fuck..." Mr Brown groaned, followed by a loud sigh.

Tyler sat still for a minute, unable to hear anything else once again. Now that Coach was gone he thought he had better get the hell out of there before he was caught, but as he started to get up he imagined Coach sitting in his car, getting ready to drive off and spotting him sneaking out of the alley between the houses. He needed to wait a bit longer to make sure Coach was gone; he just had to hope Mr Brown wouldn't come out into the yard.

The slowest two minutes of Tyler's life crawled by until he got up, glanced quickly into the kitchen to check that Mr Brown wouldn't see him, and then eased his way out of the gate back into the alley, breathing a huge sigh of relief that he hadn't been caught.

Checking his phone, Tyler saw that his running target had gone to hell and while he would run the final kilometre to his house he had failed in his daily goal and also in getting a definitive answer about Coach and Mr Brown. It sure sounded like they had fucked from everything he had heard but he still had his doubts because of how Mr Brown acted and because he still couldn't believe Coach would cheat on his wife.

Knowing that he would just have to continue to dream about the two men, jerking off to the images it conjured up, he started down the alley and stepped out into the street. He was just about to start running when he saw someone coming towards him down the street, recognising the man but unsure as to why. Then it dawned on him and his mind flashed back to the night of the pool party when he had seen Mr Brown running. The man walking towards him now was the same man Mr Brown met that night. Was he coming to the house?

Feeling like he had no other option, Tyler ran back down the alley, disappearing into Mr Brown's back yard just as the man walked past, climbed the few steps to Mr Brown's front door and knocked loudly on the wood. Damn that was close. Tyler's heart was pounding.

"Hey," Mr Brown said as he opened the door, his voice travelling through the still open windows.

Tyler could have been wrong but he was sure he heard the sound of the two men kissing.

"So was that him?" the guy asked. "The one you've been talking about?"

"Yes," Mr Brown admitted. "You saw him?"

"Yeah, I got here a few minutes early," the friend replied. "I left just after you sent that text and parked down the street. I thought I might get to see him. I'm glad I did. He is really hot."

"You don't have to tell me that," Mr Brown replied. "I know how hot he is."

Tyler smiled, finally having confirmation of what he essentially already knew; Mr Brown was gay. What the friend said next made Tyler gasp and lean in, needing to hear Mr Brown's answer.

"I take it that means he still hasn't fucked you yet?" the guy asked.

Mr Brown snorted. "I wish. If wanting it made it happen he would have worn me out by now. But no, we haven't had sex. The closest I got was when I gave him a massage a few weeks ago when we shared a motel room. He was naked and hard and he knew I wanted him but he just laughed it off."

"He laughed?" the friend asked.

"Yeah. He said I could look all I wanted to but his wife is the only one who gets to touch it," Mr Brown said.

Tyler's mouth hung open in shock. He was expecting to hear that Coach had been fucking Mr Brown ever since that night he had seen the fingers grip the sheets on the bed in the motel room and the toes had curled, but apparently it was all in his mind. Everything he had seen and heard was nothing more than innocent banter, at least from Coach's side, and it was Tyler's own mind that had spun it into some kind of torrid affair when Coach was straight and faithful all along. What else had he misinterpreted or misunderstood?

"So if you weren't fucking, what was he doing here and why are you all sweaty?" The friend asked, putting words to Tyler's own thoughts.

"Working out," Mr Brown stated. "We do the usual stuff and sometimes go to the gym, spotting each other and all that, but we also do things we can't do at a normal gym and he doesn't want to go to a gay one."

"What kind of thing are we talking about?" the guy asked.

"I've been helping him loosen up his muscles and joints by massaging him and working with him doing different kinds of yoga and stretches and stuff. He's not as young as he used to be and sports take a toll on an athlete's body," Mr Brown explained.

"Wow, so it's really quite boring?" the guy chuckled. "I was expecting you to say he works up a sweat by fucking your ass in every position imaginable."

"He could," Mr Brown admitted. "I want him to fuck me in the worst way. When we were stretching his legs earlier and he was grunting it was so sexy. I wanted him to throw me down and fuck my brains out."

"You know you sound like a horny teenager, right?" the friend asked.

"I feel like one too," Mr Brown laughed. "I've got a crush on the straight jock. It's like senior year of high school all over again. I thought this shit was supposed to stop when we became adults. I'm 29 going on 19."

"You can still dream," the friend said. "Anyway, why did you ask me to come over?"

"You know why," Mr Brown stated.

"Oh fuck..." the friend gasped.

Tyler had to see what had happened so he peered up over the windowsill and had to hold in a gasp of his own. Mr Brown had let his shorts fall to the floor and his beautiful seven inch cock stood up at a 45 degree angle, rock hard and leaking precum. Tyler licked his lips as he stared at it.

"Fuck me!" Mr Brown demanded. "After being with that beast for the past two hours, running my hands all over his body, I need you to drill me so hard I won't be able to walk in the morning."

"Oh Jesus..." the friend moaned.

Tyler almost came in his shorts from hearing words like that come out of Mr Brown's mouth. He wanted to see his hot teacher get pounded hard. Better yet, he wanted to be the one hammering his cock into that tight muscular bubble butt as Mr Brown screamed his name.

"Do you think you're up to that?" Mr Brown asked.

"Definitely!" The friend exclaimed.

"Oh, and one more thing," Mr Brown added. "I'm gonna call you Coach while you fuck me."

Tyler's mind almost exploded at the exact moment that his cock, completely untouched, unloaded into his shorts. He fell to the ground panting and gasping and listened as the two men inside raced upstairs for a long hard loud fuck that would see Tyler shoot a second load before he managed to pick himself up and stumble home, completely exhausted, just not from his run.

To Be Continued...

BONUS SCENE!

While you may be disappointed that Coach turned out to be straight and that nothing happened between him and Mr Brown in the reality of this story, we, like both Mr Brown and Tyler, have our sexual fantasies that we wish were really sexual memories. As such, the following is what Mr Brown imagined himself and Coach doing that night in the motel room.

For this scene the two men will go by their first names. Mr Brown is Stephen. Coach is Dan.

Coach and Mr Brown

Stephen Brown slid his key card into the reader on the door, pushing down the handle as soon as he heard the click. He walked inside and turned around to see Coach Dan's huge body fill the doorway as he too entered the motel room and closed the door.

The sight before him made Stephen have to bite his lip to keep a moan from escaping and he was glad that he still had his towel around his waist after getting out of the swimming pool because it helped to hide the fact that his dick was beginning to plump up just staring at the mammoth man he would be sharing a room with. Dan was completely oblivious to how sexy he was, possibly from how long he had been married, coming up on fifteen years, but as he stood in the room wearing nothing but a towel, his big muscles pumped from the workout they got in the pool, water still clinging to his pecs, Stephen thought he was the hottest guy he had ever met and he didn't know how he was going to make it through the night alone with the man without making a move.

"I'm gonna grab a quick shower," Dan said in his deep voice. "I've got to get this chlorine off me or I will never sleep."

"Okay," Stephen nodded, not knowing what else to say as he watched his fellow teacher walk into the little bathroom, turn on the light and drop his towel to the floor, exposing the most incredible ass Stephen had ever seen.

"Holy fuck..." he gasped under his breath.

For the next thirty seconds or so his eyes didn't leave Dan's body as it moved around the bathroom, the door wide open giving him a full view of the muscular back, the firm, round ass, the bulging pecs, cut abs and a long, thick cock, even when soft. Fuck he was amazing.

When Dan turned the water on and stepped into the shower, Stephen had to look away. Either Dan didn't think about what he was doing or he just didn't care.

There was nothing Stephen wanted more than to watch the big hulk of a man rub his hands all over himself as he spread soap over his smooth skin, apart from being the one to do it for him, even wondering if Dan had left the door open as an invitation, but he couldn't let himself fall into a trap he had with other straight guys; he had to control himself.

Less than five minutes later, while Stephen was checking his phone, having text a friend, just needing to tell someone what was happening, Dan walked back out into the room completely naked, his towel in his hand drying his hair.

Stephen's dick immediately sprung fully to life and he ran into the bathroom, closing the door behind him so that Dan didn't see how hard he got just from looking at him and thinking about what he would like to do to that incredible body.

Freshly showered, using cold water to make sure that his cock went soft, Stephen walked back out into the room and stopped dead in his tracks. Dan was laid on top of the bed not ten feet away from him, not a single piece of fabric covering any part of his body. He was on his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows as he read something on his phone. In that position his back was arched and his muscular ass stuck up in the air, calling to him, telling him to crawl up on the bed to bury his face between those two phenomenal mounds or to slide his dick into that deep crevice.

"Oh god, how am I going to get through this without embarrassing myself?" Stephen thought to himself.

"How was your shower?" Dan's voice cut in and Stephen quickly looked up from the man's ass to see him smiling at him. He had caught him checking him out.

"Good..." Stephen managed to squeak, hating himself as soon as the word left his mouth.

Dan was still grinning. "You like my ass?" He arched his back even more and wiggled it a little.

Stephen's eyes went wide and his throat felt dry. "I... Erm... Well..."

Dan chuckled, "Relax, it's not like you're the first guy I've caught checking out my ass, it's no big deal. Just don't get any ideas."

Stephen had no idea what to say so he turned around and started to dry himself.

"You've not got such a bad ass yourself," Dan stated.

"What?" Stephen gasped, turning his head to look at the older man.

"That doesn't mean I want to fuck it," Dan laughed. "I was just saying. You have nothing to be ashamed of."

"Thanks," Stephen said as he went back to drying himself.

He was almost done when Dan spoke again, "Do you really think I have a nice ass?"

Stephen spun around, immediately meeting Dan's eyes. "Where is this going?"

"Going?" Dan asked confused.

Stephen sighed, "You don't just ask a guy if he thinks you have a nice ass. I know you saw me checking you out earlier. You know I'm gay and you've probably figured out that I think you're hot, so yeah, where is this going?"

Dan gulped, his usual confidence dropping from his face. "I wasn't hitting on you. I'm sorry."

"Then why did you ask?" Stephen replied, sitting down on his bed, facing Dan, covering himself with his towel.

Dan sighed, "I guess I've just been feeling a bit down lately."

"About your body?" Stephen asked.

"Yeah," Dan nodded. "I'm not exactly a spring chicken, am I? Seeing those boys out there today made me realize that I can't do that kind of physical activity anymore. As proud as I am of them, I can't help but feel a little bit jealous of where their lives are heading."

"Oh come on, Dan, you might not be a kid anymore but you had one hell of a career. You were an NCAA football champion. That's something those boys can only dream about right now," Stephen said. "And just so you know, you're still hot beyond words.

Dan chuckled, "Damn, you sure know how to boost a guy's ego, don't you?"

"There are a lot of things I can do to make a guy feel good," Stephen stated playfully.

"I bet there are," Dan laughed.

As Dan went back to looking at his phone, Stephen couldn't help himself, moving his eyes up and down the incredible body in front of him, wanting to remember every detail for what was sure to be an explosive jerk off session later. When he got to Dan's broad shoulders he noticed the man was squirming a little, trying to loosen something up in his right shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Stephen asked.

"Huh?" Dan said, turning his head.

"Your shoulder, it looks like you're uncomfortable," Stephen explained.

"Oh that," Dan said. "Yeah, it's a little stiff. It's been happening more often the last year or so; little aches and pains here and there. I'm just getting older."

"That's bullshit," Stephen stated. "You're what, thirty-six?"

"Thirty-eight next month," Dan said.

"Big fucking difference," Stephen laughed. "You're still young. That shouldn't be an issue. I can help you out if you like."

"How?" Dan asked, sitting up.

"I got my degree in biology but I took some medical classes too. I know some massage techniques and some physical therapy that might help keep you limber," Stephen said.

"And what do you get out of it?" Dan asked.

"I could use a little help in the gym," Stephen offered. "Vary my workouts, find a way to add a bit more muscle mass."

"Now that I can help you with," Dan chuckled.

"So we have a deal?" Stephen asked.

"Deal," Dan nodded.

"Do you want me to start my side of it now?" Stephen asked.

"You just want to get your hands on me while I'm naked," Dan laughed.

"Guilty," Stephen smiled. "But that wasn't a no."

Dan's laugh deepened, "Okay, what the hell? Go for it."

Stephen didn't hesitate. He climbed up off his bed and stepped over to Dan's, letting his towel fall to the floor, not even thinking that he was naked because all that his eyes and mind could focus on was the hot man in front of him and how those muscles would feel under his hands.

"Okay, I need you to relax," Stephen said, reaching up to take the phone out of Dan's hands.

Dan looked up at his friend but just smiled as he watched his phone get placed on the bedside table. He then grabbed a pillow and put it under his head, relaxing and closing his eyes.

Knowing that he had to try to keep it professional, or at least not sexual, Stephen decided to start where he knew Dan had a problem, up on his right shoulder. He held his breath and felt his dick pulse, conscious of it being hard, as he reached out and his fingers brushed against the incredibly soft skin covering Dan's deltoid. Closing his eyes he focused in, letting his hands do the work, feeling out the tension in the muscles and using his fingers to press and massage them.

Dan groaned, pushing his face deeper into the pillow as his body first tensed and then relaxed to the sensation of Stephen's strong hands as they began to move across his back, manipulating his trapezius muscles. It felt so good that he relaxed completely, glad that he had agreed to let it happen.

"You're pretty tight up here," Stephen said, moving his hand back to where Dan's rotator cuff was. "You need to be careful so you don't tear anything. Here..."

Dan let Stephen take his arm and extend it out from his body, moving it around and rotating it while the fingers of his other hand dug into his skin to work the spot. A jolt shot through Dan's body that he wasn't sure was pleasure, pain or something completely different, but it made his body shudder and he moaned in appreciation.

Stephen continued working on Dan's shoulders, moving from one to the other and back again, taking a little time in-between to focus on the back of Dan's thick neck. He then moved down the huge arms, one at a time, pushing his thumbs into the triceps muscles and easing his way down the big forearms, one of the few places with visible hair on Dan's body. When he reached Dan's big hands with their thick fingers and enormous palms, he gently rubbed each digit, paying special attention to the knuckles, and then he began to press on the different pressure points, the sound of Dan's little moans like music to his ears.

It wasn't until Stephen was holding the second hand in his, pressing his thumb down on the pressure point in the middle of Dan's palm, that Dan's body jerked and his hand gripped onto Stephen's, their fingers slipping together becoming interlinked. This sent a different kind of tremor through both men's bodies and Dan glanced up, making eye contact with Stephen, wanting to know if he felt it too; he did.

Dropping the hand, Stephen knew he had to refocus because his dick was beginning to leak and he was trying to respect Dan's boundaries as a straight man instead of pushing his own fantasies onto him. He returned his hands to Dan's back and really worked over his traps and lats, making the big man moan and arch his back, which only pushed his huge butt up closer to Stephen's face.

Moving down further, Stephen dug into Dan's lower back, inhaling deeply every time his hands came close to touching those incredible ass cheeks.

After almost a full five minutes of Stephen seemingly running his hands over the same parts of his body, Dan pushed himself up and looked behind him, waiting until Stephen's eyes caught his.

"You can touch it if you want," Dan said.

"What?" Stephen gasped.

"My ass," Dan stated. "I know you want to. It's fine, go ahead."

Stephen thought that he should chuckle but he couldn't form any kind of sound. His eyes dropped to the amazing ass inches away from him that he had wanted to get his hands on since he had first laid eyes on it and Coach Dan on his second day at the school. That he would actually get to take those mounds into his hands, to feel and squeeze and caress them was a fantasy he had played over many times in his mind, never expecting it to come true.

Frightened that he was hesitating for too long and that Dan would change his mind and back out, Stephen quickly moved down the bed a little further and bit his bottom lip as he reached out, touching the smooth yet firm ass cheeks that were somehow both hard and squishy at the same time.

As soon as his fingers landed on the muscles something changed in Stephen's mind and his nerves disappeared. It wasn't a dream. Those cheeks were actually in his hands and he wasn't going to waste the opportunity to get to explore them in the way that he had wanted to for almost two years.

Gripping on tight, he kneaded the firm glutes, wrapping his fingers and his whole hands around the large mountains of flesh, pushing and stroking and squeezing them, bringing them together and then easing them apart, catching a glimpse of the impossibly tight hole nestled deep in the valley between.

Dan moaned out loud. He had never felt such strong hands on his ass and it turned him on in a way that he had never expected. Knowing that someone with such power in their fingers was essentially worshiping his body made him feel the hottest that he had in years and his dick was throbbing and leaking, trapped beneath him as Stephen continued to massage his ass.

"Oh fuck, that's good," Dan groaned.

"Yeah? You like that?" Stephen asked his voice filled with lust.

"Fuck yeah," Dan sighed.

"Good," Stephen smiled, slapping one of the big cheeks, making Dan jump.

"What the fuck?" Dan gasped, reaching down to touch his momentarily sore ass cheek.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," Stephen apologised. "Goddamn, you have the sexiest fucking ass I have ever seen."

"Yeah?" Dan grinned, looking over his shoulder, trying to catch Stephen's eyes but not finding them since they were glued to his ass.

"Yeah," Stephen nodded, his eyes still not leaving Dan's ass. "I want to eat it so bad."

"What?" Dan asked, pushing himself up onto his elbows and turning slightly to get a better look at Stephen. "You want to eat my ass."

"Fuck yes," Stephen said in a haze of lust, his tongue sliding out to lick his lips.

"You would seriously do that?" Dan asked.

"In a fucking heartbeat," Stephen replied.

Dan was silent for a long moment, turning to stare down at the pillow, thinking things over in his mind. What did he want to do? This was something he had never thought about before in his life but to say that he was curious would be an understatement and there may never be a better time to try it.

"My heart is beating pretty fast right now..." Dan said.

Stephen's eyes went wide, understanding what Dan was saying. "You mean...?"

"Yeah," Dan said, barely louder than a whisper.

Stephen immediately dropped to his hands and knees and lowered himself down to kiss first the left and then the right cheek, going back and forth, kissing more and more of the firm mounds until he had covered almost every inch of skin. The sound of Dan's moans encouraged him to keep going.

Kissing his way back towards the centre of Dan's ass, Stephen used his hands to pull apart Dan's cheeks and then plunged his face into the crevice; first taking a deep breath, catching the slightest hint of sweat not quite covered by the soap he had used in the shower, and then taking the first lick, brushing the tip of his tongue against Dan's hole.

"HOLY FUCK!" Dan screamed, having to bury his face in the pillow so no one could hear him. His ass instinctively pushed back against Stephen's face.

Stephen simply moaned into Dan's ass, the sound muffled by the cheeks on either side of his face. That first touch of his tongue to Dan's little pucker truly lit an inferno inside him that turned him into an animal. He grabbed onto Dan's hips and pulled him up onto his hands and knees, giving him better access to the ass. He then gripped onto the cheeks, making sure he could hold on and Dan couldn't throw him off as he pushed his face even further into the crack, using his tongue to first gently tease the hole with the tip, then to circle it and finally to prod and poke, feeling it quiver and clench as he tried to push inside.

"Oh Jesus..." Dan's moaned, gripping the sheets on the bed in his fist. He had never felt something so incredible in his life.

Stephen pulled back for the briefest second to say, "Does that feel good?"

Dan had barely managed to say the word "Amazing," when Stephen lunged back down and drilled his tongue against the hole, breaking through with surprising ease. Dan yelped and then began to whimper as Stephen fucked him with his tongue.

With his eyes rolled back in his head, his back arched and his ass on fire with new sensations, Dan didn't notice that his dick was as hard as it had ever been, standing up between his legs, dripping precum down onto the sheets beneath him. He was panting heavily and rocking backwards, amazed that the only thought in his mind at that moment was that he wanted more of Stephen's tongue inside him.

Stephen had different ideas though. As much as he wanted to climb up onto Dan's back so he could sink his dick into that spit slicked hole and fuck the older man senseless, he had been dreaming of something else; Dan's cock.

Taking control, Stephen used his hands to flip Dan over onto his back, the bigger man letting himself to tossed around, flopping down onto the bed on his back, staring up, wondering what came next.

"Sweet Jesus..." Stephen gasped.

Lying before him was something even more magnificent than the ass he had buried his face in. Resting across Dan's abs was eight thick inches of cock, rock hard and dripping precum from the light pink tip. Beneath it hung two heavy balls in their hairy sack that looked like they contained enough potent cum to fertilise an entire village.

"Damn... That's as big as the rest of you," Stephen said, still shocked.

Dan smiled and reached down, wrapping his big fingers around the base of his cock, the thumb and forefinger barely touching, and then he looked up at Stephen's face, watching the younger man stare at his cock as he slowly moved his hand up and down, stroking the shaft, spreading his precum all over it.

Stephen's body shivered and Dan became slightly worried by the change to Stephen's expression. In other circumstances he might have confused it as murderous but he knew the intense determined gaze was really one of hunger and he let out a yelp of surprise when Stephen lunged forward, grabbed the dick in his own hand and wrapped his lips around the tip, using his tongue to lap at the precum now in constant flow out of the slit.

"Oh... Oh... Oh fuck... Oh fuck..." Dan panted as Stephen swirled his tongue around the head of his cock numerous times and then slowly eased the cock further and further into his mouth until it slid past the back of his mouth into his throat.

Dan's body bucked, driving his cock even deeper into Stephen's mouth if that was possible so that Stephen's nose was buried in Dan's trimmed pubes. He fell back against the mattress and spread his limbs out across the bed, his hands gripping the sheets and his toes curling. He couldn't believe he was letting a guy blow him but he also wasn't going to tell him to stop.

"Oh fuck, Stephen," Dan still panted. "You sure know how to suck a dick."

Stephen grinned around the base of Dan's cock and then slowly pulled up, running his tongue to the entire length of Dan's shaft before finally pulling off.

"I haven't even started yet," Stephen smiled.

Dan gasped when Stephen went back down, this time wrapping his fingers around the bottom four inches of his cock, jerking them with his hand in a twisting motion, while his mouth engulfed the top half, his lips and tongue swirling around it in the opposite direction. Dan whimpered and moaned, squirming around on the bed, overwhelmed by pleasure.

At the same time as he was sucking away on Dan's dick, wanting every drop of precum that was leaking from it, Stephen reached up with is free hand so he could run his fingers over Dan's tight abs and huge pecs, the feel of the muscles making him work the dick in his mouth that much harder.

When Stephen felt Dan's body begin to convulse and his dick somehow got harder, he slid his mouth back off the incredible slab of meat and kissed the tip. He then trailed his tongue down the length, moving it from side to side in S shapes until he reached the base. Then he continued going.

At first he just lapped at the full ball sack with his tongue, still stroking the heavy cock with his right hand, but then he sucked the left ball into his mouth and rolled it around on his tongue, bathing the skin in his saliva. He sucked and nibbled on it gently, sending shockwaves through Dan's body that were duplicated when he repeated the process on the other one.

"You're blowing my fucking mind," Dan huffed.

"I've wanted to do this to you for so long," Stephen said, licking his way back up Dan's shaft.

"Oh? What else do you want to do?" Dan asked.

"I want you to fuck me," Stephen stated. He stared up into Dan's eyes and continued to stroke the man's cock. "I want you to take this fat dick, slide it deep inside me and fuck me until I can't breathe."

Dan had no idea what those words did to him but they triggered a part of him that he never knew existed. He sat up on the bed, reached down and grabbed Stephen by the wrist, not only pulling his hand off his dick but also pulling him up the bed so that Stephen had no choice but to straddle Dan's big body. Dan then wrapped his big fingers around the back of Stephen's head and pulled their faces together, their lips crashing into one another, the heat and passion behind the kiss overwhelming for both men as Dan wrapped his arms around Stephen's back, Stephen clung to Dan's shoulders and neck, their cocks throbbed, Stephen's pressed against Dan's abs, Dan's sliding into the crack of Stephen's ass, and they made out ferociously, tongues moving from one mouth to the other and back again, fighting for dominance.

Just when Stephen thought he might die in the big man's arms from lack of air, Dan broke the kiss and stared into Stephen's eyes with a hunger that Stephen had never seen from another man. It looked like Dan wanted to devour him.

As they sat staring at each other, Dan let his hands slide down Stephen's back until they were resting on his nice, firm ass. It felt so different to what he was used to but that just made it hotter, knowing that his dick was going to be buried inside it. The big hands clenched around the muscles and then he slapped the cheeks, watching the pain and pleasure in Stephen's face from the sting of the impact.

Stephen buried his face in Dan's neck to moan and began kissing the skin as the bigger, older man continued to play with his ass cheeks, squeezing and massaging them. When Dan's cock slid straight into the crack of his ass, the shaft rubbing against his hole, Stephen nearly came all over the two of them, but he managed to hold off, clinging to Dan, hoping he would shift his body slightly and just shove his cock in, even if it would be raw without any lube. He wanted him that badly.

Instead of being lowered down onto Dan's cock, Stephen felt himself being lifted up. The strength that Dan used to manhandle him was incredible and made Stephen's cock throb even harder. He was deposited on his hands and knees on the mattress with Dan suddenly behind him.

Stephen held his breath, the heat from Dan's body just inches away from him made the backs of his thighs feel warm. He didn't know what was going to come next but he would let the hunk of a man who was the high school's football coach do whatever he wanted to him.

Dan slapped Stephen's ass again and growled, "Fuck, this is a nice ass. Never thought I'd say that about a guy."

"It's yours," Stephen moaned. "Fuck it!"

Dan closed the gap between them and let his big dick fall into the crack of Stephen's muscular ass. He moved his hips, dragging his dick down and then sliding it up, back and forth, loving how it felt, especially when he used his hands to push the cheeks together, encasing his dick, allowing him to fuck Stephen's ass without actually being inside him.

Stephen was just about to beg Dan to fuck him again when Dan slapped his ass and pulled back. What Stephen felt next made him almost shoot his load all over the bed sheets. He had felt the mattress move and moaned when Dan's dick was pulled from his crack but he just thought Dan was repositioning his dick so he could fuck him. Instead he felt Dan's big hands part his ass cheeks followed by the brush of his beard as he buried his face between them and shoved his long tongue straight up Stephen's unsuspecting hole.

"OH FUCK!" Stephen screamed, almost collapsing to the bed, every part of him felt weak. He couldn't believe the straight man would eat his ass.

Stephen was delirious as Dan feasted on his ass, driving his tongue in and out of the tiny hole, enjoying the way it twitched and pulsed every time his tongue darted through the tight ring. Stephen had had his ass eaten quite often, his last boyfriend loving to do it, but never had he felt anything like Dan's tongue snaking its way up into him, lapping around his hole and then diving into him again.

Stephen was a babbling mess by the time Dan pulled away, panting himself as he smacked his lips and licked his way up Stephen's back until his dick was once again nestled between Stephen's cheeks, pressing on his moist hole, and his whole body was covering the smaller man's, his lips to Stephen's ear.

"Get me some lube. I am gonna fuck this tight little ass and fill it full of cum," Dan growled in Stephen's ear.

Stephen couldn't get off the bed quick enough, scrambling to his over-night bag where he always kept a bottle of lube just in case he needed it. He also kept a packet of condoms in there but the idea of Dan breeding him was too hot for him to pass up and he knew the married man would be safe so they could go without.

"Get back up on the bed," Dan demanded, taking the lube from Stephen.

Less than two seconds later Stephen was on the edge of the mattress, on his hands and knees with his ass in the air, pointing in Dan's direction.

Dan uncapped the lube and poured some into his hand, stroking it up and down the length of his impressive cock. His dick was always something he had been proud of but now, seeing how big it looked in his hand and how small Stephen's hole looked, he fully appreciated what was about to happen.

With his fingers slick, Dan stepped up and ran them through the crack of Stephen's ass, making him tremble. Then to test the hole, he pushed one of his long fingers into Stephen's ass, watching amazed as it disappeared with almost no resistance. Stephen was ready and willing.

Removing his finger, Dan stroked his cock one more time and then took it by the base, pointing it directly at Stephen's hole. When the head brushed against Stephen's tight opening the bottom called out.

"FUCK ME!"

Biting his bottom lip, his eyes focused on the parting between Stephen's butt cheeks where his hole was, Dan pushed forward and gasped as he watched his cock get swallowed up by Stephen's hungry hole.

"Oh fuck!" Dan groaned as the ass clamped down on his dick, grabbing and squeezing it. He continued to push forward slowly until he was buried completely.

Stephen was whimpering. "Oh... Oh... So big... Oh... Fuck..."

Dan ran his hand up Stephen's back. "You okay?"

"Yes," Stephen exclaimed, afraid Dan would try to pull out. "Do that again."

Dan smiled and pulled back, easing his cock out of the clenching confines of Stephen's ass until only the head remained inside. When he felt the ring tugging at the head of his cock he pushed back in, not stopping until he was once again buried balls deep.

"Oh fuck that's good," Stephen moaned. "You're so big. Fuck me. I mean it. Fuck me."

Dan took Stephen at his word and pulled back, much quicker than before, barely giving Stephen the time to register the withdrawal before he plunged it back in and began the process all over again, using his entire dick to caress the walls of Stephen's ass, touching places inside him no one ever had.

The fuck came hard and fast after that, the pace building. Dan put his hands onto Stephen's hips and held on, using the grip for leverage as he thrust forward and Stephen pushed back, slamming their bodies together for maximum penetration.

Even in just a few short minutes it was the best fuck that Dan had ever had. No hole had ever gripped his cock so tightly or massaged it better. And no one had ever taken his cock as deep or as hard as Stephen was, not complaining, not begging off, in fact begging for more, deeper, harder, faster, not just wanting but needing the fuck.

Dan ran one hand over Stephen's back, appreciating the muscles and loving the touch of the hard body. He had never so much as thought of fucking another man before but now that he was there, with Stephen on the end of his dick, feeling so good, he wondered why he never had. It was such a rush having a guy who was built like Stephen, who could easily be an exclusive top, giving himself over to him and letting himself get fucked the way he was. It made Dan feel more powerful and manly than he ever had before, even when he was impregnating his wife.

For five minutes Dan continued to pummel Stephen's ass, his hips slamming into the cheeks, making slapping sounds that rang out and seemed to echo around the room, mixing with Stephen's constant moans before it reached his ears.

Stephen's ass was so good and was stroking Dan's cock so right that he felt like he was going to cum but he didn't want things to end just yet. Reluctantly he pulled back and let his cock fall from Stephen's ass. The second it left he wanted to shove it back in but instead he stepped back.

"Please don't stop," Stephen moaned, turning over to see where Dan had gone.

"I'm not stopping `til I cum inside you," Dan reassured him. "I just didn't want to shoot so soon."

"Okay," Stephen said, sitting up on the bed. He hesitated for a moment. "Can I do something else I have always wanted to do?"

Dan smiled, "Go ahead."

Stephen got up off the bed and walked over to Dan. He put his hand on Dan's abs and then ran his fingers upwards until they were cupping Dan's big pecs, which were heaving with his panted breaths. Dan watched intently as Stephen leaned forward and opened his mouth, latching onto Dan's nipple, sucking on it with his lips and teasing it with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh fuck!" Dan moaned, putting his hand on the back of Stephen's head.

When he was done with one, Stephen moved over to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment, all the while Dan was moaning and running his fingers through the hair on the back of Stephen's head.

Dan's orgasm had retreated from the cliff edge but he was still as horny as he had ever been. He used the hand on the back of Stephen's head to pull him up so their lips met again in a hard kiss. He then pushed Stephen down until he was on his knees and shoved his rock hard cock, still coated from lube from having been inside his ass, between Stephen's lips and onto his tongue. Stephen accepted it and worked that cock like it was the last one he would ever suck.

Panting for breath and ready for more, Dan pulled his cock out of Stephen's mouth and slapped it against Stephen's cheek, watching as the younger man tried to move his head to recapture the dick between his lips.

Dan climbed up onto the bed and lay down on his back, holding his dick up, "Get up here and ride me."

Stephen jumped on the bed and was hovering over that cock in seconds, lowering himself down onto it until it was back in his depths. Unlike the last time he really felt every inch of that cock push its way into him because there was less lube on it, coated more now in his own spit. It felt amazing.

Placing his hands on Dan's amazing chest, Stephen used the muscles to steady himself as he rose up, letting the cock slide out of his ass until he was afraid he would lose it and then ramming his ass back down, shoving it back inside him.

Dan's cock filled him up like nothing ever had before as he began to really bounce on it. It was so thick, so long, so warm, it sent heat radiating though him so that every part of his body was tingling and he wondered if it was possible to cum out of every pore.

"Yeah, ride that fucking cock," Dan encouraged, watching his dick slide in and out, appearing and disappearing over and over and over again.

"Fuck me... Fuck me... Fuck me..." Stephen whimpered.

Dan grabbed onto Stephen's hips and held the man in place, planting his feet on the mattress to power his cock up into him, thrusting so hard that he was beginning to lift Stephen off the bed while he screamed from being thoroughly impaled on his cock.

In the position that he was in, Stephen's own throbbing dick was bouncing up and down, flailing around in the air, occasionally slapping down against Dan's abs. Dan was fascinated by how hard it was seeing as Stephen was the one getting fucked; clearly he liked it as much as he said he did, but he was still amazed. He reached out and wrapped his fingers around it, causing Stephen to scream out and buck both into his hand and onto his cock.

Dan stroked up and down the length of Stephen's cock a few times, his hand getting slick from the precum leaking out of it, and then he held onto the cock, making sure his own couldn't leave Stephen's ass as he flipped them over so Stephen was on his back with his legs spread on either side of him. Dan immediately went to work, drilling his cock into Stephen, who was now on the bottom, in missionary position, his arms and legs quickly wrapping around Dan to not only stop him from getting away but to pull him deeper into the fuck.

"Fuck me," Stephen moaned, looking up into Dan's eyes. "Make me cum."

"Oh I'm about to, baby," Dan growled, holding the eye contact. "You're gonna cum just from my cock fucking you."

Stephen's eyes then went into the back of his head and his whole being felt like it disappeared into orbit as Dan pounded the holy living hell out of him, thrusting as hard as he could, drilling him with every inch of cock that he had, hammering away on Stephen's prostate until Stephen's cock jumped away from his body and started spraying cum everywhere, his ass clamping down on Dan's dick, pulling the load out of Dan's balls so that it raced up his bulging shaft and shot deep into Stephen's ass.

"HOLY FUCK!" Dan screamed as he unloaded, shooting the biggest load of his life inside his friend.

When he thought he was done his body collapsed down onto Stephen's but cum continued leaking out of his dick, still buried in Stephen's ass, for almost a minute, drop after drop pumping from his slit as Stephen's spasming ass continued to milk him.

"Fuck, that was incredible," Dan said when he finally got his breath back.

"Best fuck of my life," Stephen panted, wanting to cry when Dan pulled out of him.

Dan lay down beside his fellow teacher and stared up at the ceiling. He knew he should tell Stephen that it was a one off, that it could never happen again, that he was married. The words that came out of his mouth were completely different though. "We've got to do that again sometime."

"Anytime you want, just say the word," Stephen said, smiling as he drifted off into the most contented sleep of his life.