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Henry Bryant and his son's football coach, Coach Homer had been fucking since they met almost a year ago when Coach Homer was recruiting Henry's son to play tight end for him at Boston College. Henry and his family, his wife and three kids, lived in an affluent New Jersey suburb. Henry and his wife both worked, Henry as the newly minted President of Marketing at large nation wide cable company, and his wife as financial manager. Both jobs kept them traveling a lot which didn't both Henry, as when he traveled he liked to indulge.
He had to frequent his office in Boston, which let him see his son, Corey, quite a lot even though he was at school. This also let him meet up with Coach Homer as well. Usually, Coach Homer would come over to Henry's hotel room and the two would trade fucks. But this time was a little different.
"Hey Coach, what's up today? Just checked into my room want to come over in a few?" Henry asked over the phone.
"Henry, I was thinking we could try something a little different this time. We should hit up a bookstore and see what kind of trouble we can get into there." Replied Coach Homer
"That would be hot, I love fucking around in public!" replied Henry.
"You are a little whore aren't you? I'll pick you up in 15 minutes." Joked Coach Homer.
Henry quickly showered and got dressed, making sure to check himself out in the mirror. He was 53 years old, about 5'11 a muscular 178 lbs. He worked out like hell to fight off any signs of paunch. His neatly cut and parted hair was light brown, but graying at the temples, his strong jaw clean-shaven and his blue eyes shone bright. His chest was covered in a light dusting of soft brown hair. His treasure trail let up only until slightly past his navel, with the same soft brown hair as his chest. His upper body was well developed; his stomach flat bit the outline of abs, but not the cut six-pack he had sported in his younger days.
His cock hung between his powerful thighs. It hung about 3 inches soft and had a large head. He had to admit he liked the way his legs have looked ever since he took up CrossFit at the behest of one of his regular out of town hookups.
A text on his phone from Coach Homer jolted him back to reality and he threw on his clothes and hustled downstairs to meet the hunky football coach. Inside the car, Coach Homer and Henry exchanged the normal pleasantries as Coach drove to his favorite seedy bookstore. This bookstore had both straight and gay offerings, but the clientele was mostly gay men, this was perfect for the pair, as they weren't looking for any pussy that night. What they really wanted was to get worked up sucking off strangers at one of the gloryholes in the back.
They walked in to the bookstore and made a beeline to the back. Coach Homer strode in front of Henry as he had significantly longer legs, standing at 6'4. Henry used this time to quickly check out his fuck buddy. Coach Homer was well built, a former college tight end himself, he had been drafted in the late rounds of the NFL draft but failed to make an impact. He bounced around from team to team for a few seasons before retiring from playing to pursue coaching. He had quickly climbed the rungs and was offered the head coaching position at the floundering Boston College program at the tender age of 31. Now, 33, he kept himself in shape, following the same lifting and conditioning program that his players did.
He kept his blond hair cut short, though he was less meticulous about it's styling than Henry was and it. He kept a very well manicured beard the same color of the hair on top of his head. His thick legs filled out the tight jeans he was sporting, and his ass stood out like a shelf, he sure looked like a football player.
"This place is always crawling with hot cock," whispered Coach Homer to Henry as they found a open gloryhole in the back. It was the first one in the row, guaranteed to always be filled. The pair quickly ducked into the empty stall and waited. The exchanged quick glances of excitement and horniness as they heard the first person open the backroom door.
A thick uncut cock slid through the hole. The two men attacked the cock like caged animals. Coach Homer devoured the head and Henry worked the length of the shaft. The man behind the wall pushed his cock further through as it quickly hardened, this drove Coach and Henry even more crazy! Both now slurping at the shaft, the hole was hardly big enough to hold the cock they were working.
They could hear the anonymous man behind the wall slam his hips harder into the wall and let a thick stream of white cum. The load oozed out of the gaping slit dribbling down the shaft and on the floor of the stall occupied by the two men. Coach Homer quickly latched onto the head slurping up the load greedily. Slowly the used cock receded back out of the hole.
"Hey, no fair you hogged the whole load! I get the next one!" whispered Henry
"Sorry, just got too excited to share, the next one is all yours man," replied Coach Homer.
They had barely finished their exchange when another cock slid through the hole. This one was white with a large red head. It was already half hard when it went through, it was already quite thick. The men attacked this cock just like the last one, only this one kept growing. Both men were working the shaft, getting it nice and slick. As they worked the length of the shaft, both men met at the head and engaged in a sloppy kiss around the engorged, now deep purple head.
After the kiss, they looked down at the cock, it was massive! It was nearly as thick as the black cock preceding it, but slightly longer and angrier looking. The head flared and veins bulged. The men took turns trying to deep throat the bulging cock, bracing themselves against the wall to try and get the whole cock in their throats. After some effort and a small amount of gagging, Coach Homer finally swallowed the whole member, constricting his throat, he could feel the man behind the wall rocking his hips and fucking his mouth.
Coach Homer pulled off gasping for air, and Henry jumped on. He, slightly more skillfully, swallowed the whole member and received his share of the throat fuck. He pulled his face off the cock slowly and swirled his tongue around the head on the way out. He could tell that this really set the guy behind the wall off as he began unloading in Henry's mouth. Shot after shot of hot cum in his mouth and some shot directly down his throat. Henry almost thought the orgasm would never end.
When it finally did, there were remnants of the anonymous guy's load dripping down the corners of his mouth. Using his tongue to circle his mouth he made sure to get every last bit as he watched the cock retreat through the hole.
Just then, Henry felt his phone buzz. He pulled it out of his pocket and saw that it was his wife.
"I gotta take this, Coach, I'll be right back!" said Henry.
He readjusted his own throbbing cock and exited the stall. At the doorway leading to main bookstore he saw the guy he presumed he had just swallowed the load of, since he was the only other person there. The guy turned around to look at something which must have caught his eye, and Henry saw his face. It was Carl, his son! Henry dropped his phone and jumped at the sound of it hitting the floor. Carl wheeled around just in time to see his dad grab his phone and dive behind a shelf.
"Dad?!?" Carl said, fully blushed.