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Once Devin completed his last final, he rushed home to surprise Coach. It had also meant lying to his parents about his spring break plans but he doubted they would run into each other. Devin let himself into Coach's place with the key he had earned and made his way over to Coach's play space. Devin stripped down to Coach's preferred uniform for Devin: thong, chastity cage, nipple clamps and a plug. Devin hopped onto the sling and patiently waited for Coach's arrival. Devin had timed my arrival perfectly so that he only had minutes to spare before he arrived.
As he awaited his arrival Devin couldn't help but remember how wanting to get a passing grade in Phys Ed had led him on a path to become a himbo, cock hungry cum slut for Coach.
See Devin wasn't always muscular jock with well defined pecs, bouncy bubble butt, huge arms, a locked nub, and practically plugged 24/7. Once upon a time Devin was a scrawny nerd who had to beg Coach to pass him. In return he was prepared to do anything to pass Phys Ed and graduate.
Devin was the only senior taking P.E with mostly sophomores. As if that wasn't humiliating enough he was also failing the class, not for lack of trying. Devin just wasn't athletic or well coordinated for that matter. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn't improve enough to pass the class. So shortly before grades were due he hatched a plan to march into Coach's office and beg him to give me a passing grade.
Devin waited until the end of the school day and everyone had left the locker room for the day before he made way through the labyrinth of lockers to his office. He had even changed into a workout uniform, he had dug out an old pair of gym shorts which he hoped showed off my small but perky butt. He even wore one of my brothers' old jockstraps. He wasn't about to let anything to chance and I wasn't above seducing Coach.
Coach Demir was a sight to behold. He was the wet dream of men, women, and students alike. He was built like a defensive linebacker. He was 6'4, 250 pounds of pure muscle, he had huge arms and huge tree trunk legs. His arms and legs were covered in wiry black brown hair. Rumour had it that the only parts of his body not covered in fur were his shoulders, upper back, and head. His usual uniform of a tank top and shorts lend some credence to that rumor. He had a well maintained beard and shaved head. No one ever attempted to make fun of the fact that he wore short shorts. Well at least to his face. Or the large package barely contained by his shorts.
Devin knocked on the door to his office and waited for his gruff voice letting him know to come in. Coach was hunched over his computer monitor entering something from the notebook he always carried.
"Matthews! What do you want?" he barked.
"Sir, I was hoping to talk to you about my grade" he said looking down at his feet. Devin always felt equal parts intimidated, awed, and turned on by Coach.
"You're failing P.E. What about it?" he blurted out. Devin winced. Coach didn't mince words.
"Well I was hoping that there was something I could do to raise my grade...maybe tutor one of your baseball guys" Devin said hesitantly. Last year Coach had given him extra credit for tutoring some of the guys on the baseball team.
"That ain't working this year boy. My baseball guys this year aren't a bunch of knuckleheads" he beamed.
This was not going the way Devin had hoped so he decided to kick it up a notch. Devin crossed the room and sat on Coach's desk and crossed his legs to raise the already short shorts and show off the straps of the jockstrap. Devin had practiced that move in his room many times until he perfected it.
"Coach...sir" Devin whispered, "there must be something I can do to pass your class. I'm willing to do anything". Putting emphasis on "anything" to show him how serious he was about passing his class.
Coach got up from the chair, not once breaking eye contact with Devin. Devin burned under his steely brown eyes and couldn't read Coach's emotions. He felt tempted to brush his thin reedy body up against his bulking imposing frame.
"Strip" he muttered. Devin was hypnotized by Coach's command and hesitated to follow through.
"I thought you were willing to do anything to bring up your grade. Strip! I said" Coach barked. While the hypnotizing spell had not yet broken Devin took off my shirt and shorts. He started to take off the tattered jockstrap when he stopped me.
"From now on you will obey every command I give you without question" he growled. "Do you understand?"
"Yes Coach" he squeeked. Coach also undressed. First his shirt, running his massive paws over his fur covered pectorals and down the equally furry and firm stomach. His quarter sized brown nipples looked so inviting surrounded by the swirls of chest hair. He removed his shorts next. His pristine white jockstrap barely contained a large bulge. It framed his equally large muscular thighs, while not as hairy as the rest of his upper body, his legs were covered in a dusting of blackish brown hair.
"Get on your knees and kneel in front of me, Matthews!" he demanded. Devin hit the ground so hard and winced at the pain. "Good boy, now sniff here" he said pointing at the right side of his bulge. Devin moved in closer and inhaled the scent from where his leg and crotch meet. He inhaled deeply, my head swimming with the scent of man musk.
Coach had been outside all day in 80 degree weather. Certainly working up a sweat. And the mixture was intoxicating. "Now switch to the left side" he said. Devin repeated the process. Again the smell went straight to his balls. Electrifying and arousing him. Devin's own dick straining the front of the jockstrap. He lowered my hand down into the inside of the jockstrap as he kept my nose buried in Coach's crotch.
"You don't touch yourself unless I tell you too" he hissed. This time kicking Devin's hand away from his crotch. "Better yet hands behind your back" he added. Devin clasped them behind him. He moved his junk over the elastic of the jockstrap and let it flop in front of Devin's face and got the first view of his magnificent package. He was probably at least 8 inches long, built like a bullet, slick at the tip and flared to the base. Devin was mesmerized by the fact that Coach was uncut and half the head was concealed by his foreskin.
His head was slick with precum and a bead formed at the tip, threatening to spill over. Devin licked his lips hoping to taste everything that coach could offer.
"Suckle the tip" Coach said, cupping the back of Devin's head. He instinctively wrapped my lips around his head and swirled his tongue around it. Devin could taste some of the wonderful juices that had gathered over the day. "Use your tongue to clean under my foreskin" Coach urged Devin on. He hesitantly used his tongue under the foreskin, being cut Devin wasn't used to seeing let alone playing with foreskin.
Soon Devin lost himself in the sensations suckling Coach's dick. "Look at me" Coach said and Devin locked eyes with him. His black orbs entranced Devin. Kept him fixated. "Do my balls now" Coach added. Devin scrambled to get a better angle and bathed each ball with his tongue. Both testicles were built large enough to match his size. Devin was tempted to go lower into Coach's taint and asshole but decided that was pushing it.
Coach maneuvered him easily towards the desk, moving him like I'm a ragdoll. "Suck" he exclaims, only needing one word to convey his meaning. He reaches toward his chair and pulls the seat cushion off and fixes it behind Devin's head. Devin continued sucking Coach's dick, trying to stuff as much as he could down his throat. He gets about halfway down before he gags.
Coach grabs the back of Devin's head and utters, "Keep your mouth open and mind your teeth. Breathe through your nose". He begins to follow his instructions before he begins to throatfuck his face. Devin becomes a fleshlight for Coach's pleasure and allows Coach to use his throat. His deep thrusts bang Devin's head against the desk but the cushion muffles the blow.
He know don't how much time passes before Coach begins to slow down and bellows, "Fuck....fuckkkk...fuck. Swallow this nut!". Coach eases up just enough as his dick expands in Devin's throat and mouth as he blasts me with what feels like 9 or 10 copious spurts of his cum. Coach slowly withdraws his deflating cock from Devin's throat and gets to taste the remnants of Coach's load. Coach's cock doesn't fully deflate and remains semi-hard so Devin continues to suckle the head until Coach pushes me off.
Coach falls back on his desk chair splayed out. A fine sheet of sweat covers his body. When he recovers his senses he looks down at Devin and smirks. "You have one fine mouth on you" he chuckles. He motions Devin to sit on his lap. Devin's respectable 5.5 incher pokes Coach on the side of his stomach. He flicks at it with his fingers, the pain making Devin hiss. With his giant paw he runs a hand down Devin's chest to his crotch. Coach cups the balls and dick with his hand before continuing his exploration down into Devin's taint before arriving at his hole.
He doesn't penetrate Devin's hole but instead uses the pads of his fingers to trace circles around the rim. "This hole cherry, Matthews" he murmurs in Devin's ear.
"Sort of" he shyly responds.
"Sort of isn't an answer Matthews. You either been fucked or you haven't" Coach says as he penetrates his hole with one thick finger.
Devin moans and respond "I haven't been fucked but I shoved things up in my hole". For the last three years he's been experimenting with vegetables, brush handles, even a shampoo bottle. Anything he can manage to shove up my ass.
Coach chuckles, a deep throaty chuckle that turns Devin on. "Okay about your grade. Meet me Friday after school up by the boy's soccer field. Then we'll talk". He pushes Devin off him and guides him to the door, handing Devin his discarded clothes. Once he's out the door he slams it shut. Devin walks away left feeling confused, turned on, and uncertain.
He quickly dresses before walking any further into the locker room. As he exits he stops to look at himself in the mirror. Devin's hair is a mess. His lips are swollen and red. Neck and jaw are covered in throat slime. He can't help but smirk as he exits the locker room
Devin spends the next three days reliving the events of Tuesday. He can't help jacking off and fingering his hole thinking of the taste, feel, and smell of Coach's dick and balls. Or his hairy, muscular, sweaty body against his.
When Friday finally came, Devin could barely concentrate on my classes. He kept wondering what Coach had in mind. During Phys Ed class Coach ignored Devin all period. The more he ignored me the more turned on Devin became. At the end of class he passed by Devin's locker as he changed and quietly said "Don't forget to meet me at the boys soccer field at 3pm". Coach sauntered away knowing that Devin was leaking precum and was hard as a brick.
As soon as the last bell rang Devin ran over to the boys soccer field. The field was on the opposite end of our campus but also abutted the local park reserve. That must have been the reason why Coach chose that area for our next meet up. Devin made his way in record time and still had minutes to spare before Coach came roaring in his jeep.
"Strip" Coach said, as he opened the door for Devin. He followed Coach's orders and stripped down to the tattered jockstrap. "Hop in and leave your clothes there," he added. When he hesitated, Coach barked, "C'mon Matthews you agreed that you would follow my orders". Devin climbed into his jeep.
He chucked off his shorts, freeballing his large hog of a dick pointed straight up. "Suck", he ordered as he placed a hand behind Devin's head. Moving Devin closer to his cock, he lapped up the precum that had gathered at the tip before his hand forced him down to the base. Devin breathed through his nose and massaged as best as he could his massive shaft with his tongue
Coach drove to whatever destination he had in mind, deeper into the preserve as Devin continued to deepthroat his dick. After 10 minutes of driving through some bumpy terrain. Coach stopped the Jeep and ordered him to get out.
"Hands on the hood, Matthews" he barked as they exited the Jeep. Devin quickly scrambled out of the vehicle to obey Coach's orders. The hood gave off heat but Devin was a bitch in heat too for Coach. Coach spread Devin's legs further with a kick and squatted down in front of his ass. With his massive hands he spreads Devin's cheeks apart and dives in. His beard tickles. Devin can't help but moan as he tongues his hole deeply. He probes Devin's hole with his tongue before adding two fingers. Satisfied that the hole can take more, he adds a third finger.
He gets up and spits on his dick a few times, spreading his spit up and down his shaft. Coach lines up his cock with Devin' hole and sinks it in. Devin is able to take about half of Coach's cock before it starts to hurt. Without pulling out, Coach reaches into his discarded shorts and pulls out a brown bottle, unscrews it, and shoves it under my nose.
"Inhale" he gruffly commands me. Devin take a deep breath inhaling the vapors emanating from the small bottle. After a few seconds he moves the bottle to my other nostril and commands me to inhale again. He repeats the motion several times.
Devin's head is swimming from whatever I inhaled. His body tingles and feels warm to the touch and his hole opens up to receive Coach. He begins to enjoy the anal assault and focus on the sounds that flesh on flesh make. The warm spring sun on his back. Coach's hairy, sweaty chest. Coach's balls slapping his taint. He's overwhelmed with all the senses and begins to feel like he's about to piss myself and lets Coach know.
Coach chuckles, grips Devin's waist harder, and continues to piston fuck until he lets out a guttural moan. Devin feels Coach's cock grow in thickness before blasting his insides with copious cum. He slows his pace to a lazy stroke until he fully deflates and exits with a wet squelch.
"You did a good job, Matthews" Coach says. "No clean up your mess" he adds pointing down to his cum and anal juice covered cock. Devin cleans him with his cock.
"I'll raise your grade up but everyday after school you will come to get trained by me. No excuses" Coach states when he's satisfied with Devin's clean up.
Devin agrees without a second though. "Good, meet me at the locker room on Monday" he says jumping back onto his jeep and leaving Devin there naked, sweaty, horny, and ready for more.
True to his word, Coach trained Devin with the remaining weeks of the school year. Under his tutelage Devin quickly gained 20 pounds of muscle, shed his remaining baby fat, and learned to please a man, like Coach.
Coach made sure to train him in the bedroom. Devin quickly learned to drink Coach's piss, enjoy having his nipples and balls tortured, take Coach's gargantuan fists, and lock his useless cock in chastity.
The highlight of his summer training though was when Coach whored him out to some of his buddies at a bathhouse the night before he left for college. Devin continued to maintain his training in the weight room and in the bedroom, or alley, or, sling, or bathroom. Anything to be the best himbo slut for Coach.