It had been three days since the recruiting reception. Three days since I'd met John. Three days since meeting him had turned me into a cock hungry slut on my knees giving head in a bathroom on campus. Three days and I couldn't stop thinking about him and his cock. How he smelled. How his cock felt opening up my throat. How I'd be gagging and still the head of his dick was pushing further and further down my throat.
I'd seen Andrew a few times around the office but he had avoided me. I wasn't sure what happened in the bathroom on campus after I'd taken off but from the way Andrew's face flushed every time he saw me across a room I had a pretty good guess.
At lunch time I went to the gym. Seeing all those guys sweating and lifting didn't help. I kept imagining it was John benching near me or doing curls. Imaging how his back would flex and his shoulders bulge while doing a pull down. It was a struggle in the locker room. I couldn't help myself and was staring at every dude's package hoping for a glimpse of cock. A few guys caught me looking, and one even gave me a little show. He was in his mid twenties and jacked. He saw me staring and took his time drying off, using his towel on his back as his cock flopped back and forth. I was pretty sure he was straight but he definitely enjoyed the attention. I'm not sure what I would have done had he given me a signal, but I was primed to serve and would have dropped everything to worship his cock. John had really turned me into a cock slut.
After that frustrating lunch workout I got back to my desk. Holy shit. There was an email from John at the top of my inbox. He must have gotten my info from the recruiter. The subject was "hey". I could feel my cock swelling and my face getting warm as I opened it.
------------ Hey Jonathan-
Good to meat you at the recruiting event the other day. I really enjoyed getting to know you a little more deeply. It was too bad we got interrupted during out in depth conversation but I appreciated the fact that Andrew picked right up where you left off. Seems like there is some more you'd like to find out about me and I know I'd like to explore your background. Want to get together again soon? ------------
Damn. Well I guess I had been right about Andrew. I knew I should just ignore his email but as soon as I'd seen his name my mouth had started watering. I needed more of his dick. I wrote him back and asked if we he was free the next day. I didn't have to wait long. About five minutes after hitting send a new message from him appeared. He said he was free and suggested we switch to text to work out the details. I sent him a text and he wrote back right away.
John: Can we write freely here? Me: Yeah, personal phone John: Good. I want to fuck your throat again. Then your ass. Me: Fuck yeah dude. John: When? Me: Whenever you want. John: Tomorrow. Come down to campus in the afternoon. I'm coaching the baseball team till 3. Meet me at 3:30 in the locker room behind the field Me: Yes sir John: Call me coach Me: Yes coach John: And don't cum between now and then Me: Yes coach
The rest of the day was agony. All I could think about was what would happen in the locker room. My cock was hard, my balls were churning and there was a slick spot of pre-cum in my underwear.
Finally I was wrapping up work. It had taken forever because I was so distracted. My phone buzzed and I looked down. Another message from Coach. At first I was worried he might be canceling. But when I opened the message it was just a close up picture of his giant cock sticking straight out. It looked even bigger than I remembered and angry with the veins popping out and his huge balls underneath. His next message just said "wear a jock".
After a long night and some crazy morning wood I'd made it through most of the day and was heading to campus. I probably opened up Coach's pic every 10 minutes. I just couldn't help myself. I needed it. As he instructed, I dug out an old jock strap from the back of my underwear drawer. It was "bike" brand and had been well used from when I had been playing soccer a few years back. It was white with a simple white and blue band. All day I'd felt the jock rubbing against my taint and riding up toward my hole. It had been driving me crazy, all I could was think about what Coach was going to do to me. Now driving in my car I ground my ass against the seat to feel my hole open up against my slacks.
When I got to the locker room it didn't seem like there was anyone around. I made my way in through a set of double doors and found myself in a large open space with a bunch of rows of metal lockers and wooden benches. It was pretty old school. I could hear some water running and echoing through the big room. I started walking slowly toward the sound of the water.
As I moved through the rows of lockers I could see into them through the caged door. As I got closer to the water more and more of the lockers were in use. I could see socks, gloves, baseballs, tape. Then I started noticing a few cups and jockstraps. Fuck, the place already smelled like sweaty men. Now I could see the sweaty jocks themselves. I stopped for a second and leaned toward the locker. I took a deep breath. Damn, it smelled good. Clean musky sweat. I kept walking and then noticed one locker wasn't closed all the way. I looked in and saw a dirty grey jock under armor jockstrap sitting on top of a baseball bag. Fuck, before I even know what I was doing I'd picked it up and shoved it into my face. I took a deep breath and my eyes rolled back in my head. It smelled like a strong dude. Musky and a little tangy. I wanted more. I started licking the pouch. It tasted sweaty and a little like stale piss. I made my way down to the bottom of the pouch and started sucking on where the jock would have been up against this stud's taint. I imagined myself licking behind his balls right where this jock strap had been.
By now I was fully hard and my cock was straining against my jock. I hadn't noticed but the water had turned off.
"I see you're making yourself right at home Jonathan". I spun around and there was Coach. He didn't even bother to wrap a towel around his waist. He had it slung over his shoulder and was standing there with his huge half hard cock out.
"Yeah Coach, sorry got a little distracted on my way to meet you."
"That's okay. That's Mike's locker and he is one hell of a stud. You'd be even more turned on if you knew whose jock you were sniffing."
"I can tell Coach, it smells great"
"Well why don't you come over here and get some of the real thing." He gripped his dick which was now almost full mast and shook it at me.
He didn't have to ask twice. I dropped the jockstrap back in the locker and dropped to my knees in front of him.
"This what you've been thinking about? Getting some more of this big Coach dick?"
"Yes sir. I can't stop thinking about your cock, Coach"
"Good, now strip down, I want to see you in uniform."
I took off my clothes and stood there in front of him in my jock.
"Turn around. Now do a few squats, I want to see how that looks."
I turned away from him, spread my legs and started to slowly lower myself down and back. I was proud of the work I did at the gym. My back, ass and legs were in great shape and I wanted to show them off for Coach. I arched my back as I lowered down, keeping my chest up and pushing my ass backward toward him. After a few reps I could hear Coach growling lowly in the back of his throat.
"Fuck yeah boy, your ass looks good. Going to look even better with my cock stuffed up it."
My dick throbbed hearing him talk about fucking me. But then I looked over my shoulder and got a little nervous. His cock was huge. He was stroking it slowly while he watched me squat and it looked like it had grown at least another inch. The head was a deep purple, the veins were sticking out. It looked mad. I was scared. But I wanted it.
"Coach, I don't get fucked very much. I'm not sure I can take that monster"
"Oh yeah, you can take it. I saw how much you wanted it even when we were back at that reception. You might need a little training but you're going to be taking this cock whenever I want."
I gulped. He had me pegged. I wanted it, Needed it. Just like how he owned my throat, Coach was going to own my ass. He already did before his cock even touched my hole.
"Yes sir Coach."
"Tell me that's what you want."
"Yes coach, I want you to train me to take your cock. I want to take it balls deep. I want to be a set of holes for you to use. Turn me into your personal cumdump"
"Fuck yeah, that's the spirit Jonathan. Now get on all fours on the bench".
I climbed up on the bench on all fours. Coach came up behind me and started playing with my ass, kneading it and spreading it open. "Wink your hole for me". I clenched my asshole and he slapped my cheek. It felt so good to be exposed like that, vulnerable, letting this stud explore my body and use me however he wanted.
Coach came around in front of me and slowly opened my mouth with his huge fingers. I sucked on them as he added another finger and explored my mouth. With his other hand he was still stroking and I could see the pre-cum making the head of his dick shine. Then he hooked one finger around my jaw and pulled my mouth open. At the same time he lined up the head of his dick and then shoved it into my open mouth. He didn't even give me a chance to take my time to suck on his head. He wanted to fuck my throat and that's what he did. His first thrust went almost balls deep and then he left his cock in as I tried to breath through my nose and avoid gagging. There was nothing I could do but submit to his fat cock owning my throat.
"That's it. Get used to that fat cock in you".
He slowly pulled back and then thrust in even further. Again and again till his balls were resting against my chin. With his cock buried down my throat he reached back and started to play with my hole. Every time he throbbed his cock inside me he would push his finger a little deeper into my ass. I was gagging and lurching as I felt him working both my holes. It was intense. I could feel him opening up both ends of me. Owning me. After a few minutes his cock was covered with a layer of thick gag spit and he had two fingers a few knuckles deep into my ass.
"Time for the main event." He pulled his dick out and walked behind me. I reflexively flexed my shoulders and arched my back. I wanted to show him how much I wanted him in my ass.
Coach got down behind me and I felt his tongue start to circle my hole. It was already sensitive from his fingers and now feeling his rough tongue on me was unbelievable. He started pushing deep and deeper into me. With one hand he reached under my balls and stroked my cock a few times. I was already slick with precum. He kept licking me open and took his hand out of my jock and reached up to shove his fingers into my mouth to feed me my own pre. All I could do was moan and whimper around his fingers as I tasted my own pre and felt his tongue spreading my tight ass.
He brought his hand back to my ass and used both his hands to spread my ass wide. He pushed his toungue deeper and deeper into my hole. Then he took two fingers and started to stretch my hole open while still licking and sucking on my ass. He moved his face back and focused on using his hands. First he slid one finger deep into me. Then he added a second. He felt around for my prostate, found it and started rubbing. I went crazy. My cock was pumping out precum and I was moaning and gripping the bench. I'd never felt anything like it, Coach knew just how to abuse my hole and prostate.
He pulled out his fingers and I felt empty. Then I could feel the head of his dick up against my hole. I looked back over my shoulder and he looked like a greek god. His shoulder and pecs flexing, his hairy abs leading down to a perfect v shape and his massive cock. He spit on my hole and started to press against me.
"You know you want this cock boy. Open up for it."
"Fuck yeah Coach. I need that dick. I need your fat cock to fill me up. Use that hole. Pound me."
The pressure increased. All of a sudden the head of his dick popped through the ring of my ass. I saw stars. It hurt. But I needed more. Coach pulled out and I felt my ass close. He pushed forward until he popped through again. It still hurt but now the need for more of his cock was all I could think about.
"Ohhhh fuck coach. Yeah open me up."
"Grrrrrrrr". He just growled as he pulled out again and then punished my hole by thrusting forward into me. His huge cock head was wrecking my hole and I just wanted more.
"That's it boy, open up that hole for this Coach cock. Let me in. Let me mark your ass. It's mine"
"Yeah Coach, do it, use my ass."
He kept going in and out with just the head until I couldn't stand it anymore. I thrust my ass back and impaled myself onto his cock. He got the message and started pushing further and further into me. I don't get fucked that often and I'd never been fucked by a dick as big as Coach's. He kept going and going. He was hitting parts of my inside that had never been touched. I could feel my hole stretching open even further as the thickest part of his cock slid into me. Finally when I was gasping for breath and didn't think I could keep going he bottomed out. I could feel his bush up against my hole and ass. He had filled me all the way. I felt complete. He leaned over me and whispered into my ear, "you're mine now". Then I felt his cock pulse deep inside me as he marked me with his precum. All I could do was moan and whimper under him.
He stayed buried inside me like that for a few moments.
"Fuck Coach, I've never felt this full. Your dick is huge. I can't believe it's all the way inside me"
"That's right boy, it's all the way inside you. And now you're going to get fucked."
With that coach pulled almost all the way out and drove his cock back into me. It felt like he was turning my hole inside out. His hips slammed into my ass as he bottomed out again. I just moaned.
"Fuck yeah, now you're my hole to use" He pulled out again and slammed it home. Then he picked up a rhythm and kept deep dicking me. It was rough but I knew this was where I belonged. My hole was meant to get wrecked by a man like Coach. It didn't take long as I started to get used to it and raised up my hips to help him get even deeper. I could feel his huge nuts swinging forward and knocking into mine in the jock.
"Yeah coach, take my ass, use my hole." I grunted out between thrusts.
He picked up the pace. He was a fucking machine. His cock was like a piston slamming in and out of my hole. My prostate was getting absolutely wrecked and I could hear my hole getting sloppier and sloppier. I tried to grip down and milk his cock with my ass muscles. He just laughed and fucked me harder.
"Yeah milk that cock boy, you want this load?"
"Fuck yeah Coach, I want your jizz. Fill me up with your cum. Breed me deep."
He let out a roar and ratcheted up the speed and force of his thrusts. By this time my face was being ground into the bench from the force of his thrusts. My eyes were closed and my whole world was the connection between his cock and my ass. My cock was on fire. Every time Coach thrust into me he was hitting my prostate. I felt like I was going to cum without even touching my dick.
I could tell Coach was getting close. He was breathing hard and his cock was getting even bigger in my ass. All of a sudden he reached up and grabbed the jock I'd been sniffing out of the locker. He reached around and held it against my face, pulling back to drive me even deeper onto his cock. It sent me over the edge. The smell of that dude's sweaty jock, the feeling of coach sweating and working above me, the sensation of his cock filling me up and stretching my hole wide open. It was too much. I felt my ass spasm and a huge load came boiling out of my balls. Behind me I heard Coach let out a primal yell as he buried his cock in me and he started to unload. My load shot out of dick while Coach filled up my ass. I could feel his load pumping and pumping out of his cock, warmness and wetness spreading inside me.
I collapsed on the bench and he collapsed on top of me. We both took a few deep breaths. Then slowly Coach pulled out of my ass and stood up.
"Don't move". He didn't have to worry about that. I lay face down on the bench in a puddle of my own cum with some dude's jock strap in my face and couldn't have been happier.
A few seconds later Coach came back.
"I'm going to take a picture of your hole. I like to see my handiwork. Spread it open for me."
I reached back and spread my ass. I looked back and Coach was there with his phone taking a picture. It was so hot to see him admiring my hole. I could feel how puffy and sensitive it was. Slowly I started rubbing it for him. Feeling how he'd punished and wrecked my ass, stretching my hole and marking it. I pushed my finger inside and felt some of his cum starting to drip out. I took the cum and rubbed it around my puffy hole while Coach watched and took a video. Then I rolled over and sucked on my fingers. I wanted Coach to see how much I loved the taste of him. He smiled and leaned in to kiss me.
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