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Blue Creek State Park 4.7 stars out of 5. Comment from June 6th, 2021: "Water's warm and docks are open! Come cum!". 2 days ago.
I blinked, then looked out the window of my truck.
No one. I sighed and started to peek out when I saw him.
A man in the bushes.
I squinted and focused. Yeah, that was a guy. A big guy. Broad and muscular, but with a gut. And he was tapping his foot.
I licked my lips. Was this how it happened? I pointed to myself.
My eyes focused the more I looked in the darkness. The man nodded.
My cock throbbed right then. Then, he curled his finger and pointed to the wooded area behind him.
He didn't have to tell me twice. I popped the door open and hopped out, my booted feet hitting the pavement hard. I slammed the door of my black truck and started walking with a stride.
The guy motioned to keep it down as I caught up. I lightened my pace and kept behind him, slowly catching pace.
As he slid behind the trees, I couldn't help but to think I recognized him from somewhere. Enough to remember his face but not his name or job or relation.
I racked my brain, the possibilities getting me even more worked up as I followed him down a dirt trail into a clearing. Oh man, it was someone from school.
Classmate's dad? Tutor? Substitute teacher?
My thought was interrupted with a grab and grind.
"Fuck, kid, I've wanted you for a minute now."
It clicked. It was the school football coach!
I bit my lip as he stared at me with a smolder. I had to admit, he was sexy as all hell. Swole but padded with excessive eating and a lot of beer. Could deadlift members of his team with ease, but his gut stuck out in front of him for sure.
"Coach Green, you're out here cruising?"
"No, boy, I'm just molesting you because you happen to be here."
I moaned as he stroked my cockhead in a circular motion before laughing. "I'm not a boy, Coach, I'm 19. I failed 1st grade."
Coach Green huffed and smirked. "Should've messaged you on Grindr earlier then. I've seen you on there."
I blushed as he leaned in and kissed me; the rubbing on my crotch stopped.
I leaned into the kiss, sucking his tongue as he probed about. He was going hard, and I would've been overwhelmed had I not had the experience.
Coach Green broke the kiss. "You fuck any of my boys?"
I shook my head yes, too overwhelmed with excitement to verbally respond.
Coach Green grinned. "Which ones?"
I laughed. "Just one, Caleb McAfferty."
Coach Green laughed, his grip on me tightening like he was holding on. "That 20 year old sophomore? He's a good ass player but he's gonna be gone once he has to get his GED."
I chuckled a little nervously and Coach's eyes got sexed back up. "What, you two work out and fuck? I've been trying to get your big, strong, ass on my team since I laid my eyes on you."
I nodded again. "I mean, yeah, basically."
A quietness fell between us as we eyed each other up. The clearing was quiet, and a picnic bench in the corner looked abandoned but not ruined. Coach eyed that way.
"Let's go that way and let you get in me, huh?"
My eyes lit up. "Yes sir!"
Coach Green flopped back on the table, yanking his basketball shorts off. He's bare underneath, his hairy ass tan, save for a bare white strip from a thong.
I knelt down and dug in, my tongue slapping over his hole with vigor. Coach groaned and I slurped up, down, and across. The asscrack between his two mountainous cheeks was noticeably sweaty.
Coach reached back and spread his cheeks, letting me dig in easy. I may have been 5'11, but Coach was 6'9. (His license plate referenced this and he excused it that way, but students always had a feeling otherwise). He dominated me in size.
Coach Green pushed out as I dug in, moaning as my tongue slipped in surprisingly easily. He had already been taking loads!
I groaned in approval and Coach chuckled. "Yeah, I was hoping you'd like that! Eat those loads, kid!"
I did as he said, slurping his ass harder to get every glob of jizz in my mouth. It was still warm and thick, but some runny bits oozed out; I happily lapped that up from Coach's taint.
I pulled back, then spit at Coach's hole. I kept hocking up spit and doing so until I could easy put my cock at the entrance, then slide right in with ease.
I gripped his wide shoulders and dug in, my cock splitting his hole apart. Coach groaned in pleasure.
"Oh god, you're fucking HUNG!" Coach roared, his belly jiggling beneath him as I pushed to the base.
He wasn't wrong. Alongside my prominent muscles, I also had a swinging cock and dangling balls made to pump, dump, and breed on the first try. I hadn't measured in a couple years but last time it was right around 8 inches, and I went through a growth spurt after that.
Coach Green roared at me to fuck him as I did exactly that, my hips beginning to swing. This was just like fucking my friend Lance's second-hand worn-out pocket pussy, but better. I went at a good pace, my nuts swinging into his as I pounded.
"Harder, fucker! Make me fuckin' cry!"
I did as he said. My pumping got faster, and by God did it get harder. I gripped his waist now, squeezing his fat but firm body tight as I nearly jackhammered him.
Coach cried out and gripped the table, letting out an exasperated groan of pleasure. I grunted in a way closer to a growl.
"Yeah, boy, get in theeeeere!" The table creaked underneath our weight and shove.
Coach whined in approval, his cock growing harder and harder beneath him. I pulled out, squatted, and slapped his twitching hard cock with my wet baseball bat of man meat.
Coach panted and sat up, his legs near shaky. I gripped him, kneeling him to the ground with me. I pushed him over, holding him down by his shoulders as I made out with him.
"Mm! Boy! You're a fuckin'... mmMm! Stud!"
I broke the kiss, licking my slobbery lips.
"You fuckin' too Coach. Now lay on your back."
Coach Green complied, and I climbed up on top missionary style, with his knees over my legs.
And that's when I started fucking him like I was paid to impregnate him.
I slammed in and out of Coach like a breeding dog, my cock and balls swinging and making contact rapidly and hard enough to slap audibly. I shoved a free hand around his throat and squeezed into the ground.
Coach groaned and cried with pleasure, his mouth open and his cock pulsing harder and harder.
"Oh! Oh! Oh my fucking God!" Coach cried in between breaths and chokes from my continued squeeze.
I grunted in response and fucked him from tip to base, the squealch audible. Coach's belly hung over and pushed into him as I carved his manpussy out.
Coach suddenly tensed up, whined, then shot like a firehouse all over his belly and face. The squeeze of ass prompted me to do the same in his guts, my eyes wide and mouth opened as I yelled in pleasure.
I yanked my meat out, still spurting, and crouched walked over Coach Green to plop it on his face, smearing my cum all over him. He coughed and sputtered as I teased his lips and slipped in the tip.
I stood up, and walked aside, my cock still throbbing and dropping little balls of spooge into the grass.
"Fuck, boy. You're a crazy fuck."
"Hit me up on Facebook. We can do this again sometime. My parents are out a lot."
Coach Green grinned. "Alright kid, you stay safe."
We nodded at each other as I pulled up my jeans, walked away, and got back in my truck.
Just a little one off story! Wanted to write something short, snappy, and raunchy but not overtly kinky and filthy. Hope y'all enjoy! Feel free to email with thoughts, stories, and proofs of loads!