Billy hadn't been home since college graduation six years ago.
His class decided to have its 10-year reunion during Christmas break and decorate the gym like a Christmas festival.
"Lame" was the first thing that came to Billy's mind. He'd just as soon as find out which of his teammates had come out of the closet and pound their asses.
Billy was the football teams' MVP junior and senior year as a wide receiver, and the team's kicker. He'd been out since his freshman year, and most students hadn't cared, but the coach and some of the team did. The coach ended up being fired by the end of Billy's freshman season, most of the rest of the team didn't care, and Billy had lead most of them through "trying" it by the end of senior year.
Most of them ended up being straight. Billy sighed. Besides himself, four other guys were gay, and Billy disliked two of them and the other two had coupled up.
In college, Billy scholarshipped through on his athletic skills and grades, and got as much ass as he wanted. But Billy had always really just wanted one piece of ass, Coach Simonson's butt.
The coach had lead the team through the last three years of Billy's high school career, but he was married. Mark Simonson was overly modest; only once in three years had Billy even glimpsed the coach's bare chest. Looked sculpted and hairy, and Billy had always wanted a second look.
By 25, Billy had become an ad executive, usually the one sent out to get new clients and schmooze the established ones. Good looks, proper manners and able to relate to just about anyone, Billy was the go-to man.
Right now, he was driving toward the gymnasium. He'd already decided he'd put in an appearance for an hour, then leave. While he'd been popular in school, he didn't really like too many of his classmates, certainly not enough to hang around for the planned 5-hour event.
The 6'1" ad exec strode into the reunion to some of the worst music he could remember. Seriously, THAT had been a number one hit during his senior year?
"What do you mean there's no booze?!?!" Tommy Stenson screamed. "Who the hell here is going to be underage? Well, maybe Kathy Rueb's latest toy, but seriously, why no alcohol."
"We're on school property," class president Maggie Haley said. "No alcohol, no tobacco, no, well, anything, but punch and cookies."
Billy rolled his eyes.
He looked around. Pretty much everyone was there; then he started noticing teachers were there, too.
"I can't believe they invited the teachers," Tommy whined. Tommy had been a tight end on the football team. He'd also been a tight ass "trying" it with Billy. "Thanks for the B Js back in the day, bud," he whispered.
"Are all the teachers here?" Billy asked nonchalantly.
"No, some of them died," Tommy said. "I think a couple are in jail."
"Any other teammates?"
"A few, but I think most ditched it."
"This is pretty sad. It's almost like a church social."
"I think some church socials have booze."
As the first hour wore on, Billy started looking around to see if anyone of interest was there, but it was just one acquaintance after another, and a few likeable teachers. He checked his watch and decided to leave, even though it was early.
He went into the cafeteria where a coat check was set up. He was alone.
He found his coat.
"Billy? Is that you?" a voice asked.
"Coach Simonson?"
"Yes, it's me, Billy," the coach said.
Coach Simonson was Billy's height, broad shoulders, dirty blonde hair, moustache, and the same great looks Billy remembered.
"And it's me, coach," he said, shaking the coach's strong hand.
"What have you been up to?"
"College, job in my field," Billy rattled it off, mindlessly. "Are you still coaching?"
"Next state over. I left here three years after you graduated. I came tonight to catch up with former students and athletes. I can't believe I almost missed you," the coach said.
"I've been here nearly an hour, coach," Billy said, blushing, glad the cafeteria was dimly lit.
"You're not leaving, are you?" coach asked.
"Yes. I have a 2-hour drive back home. You must have a long drive home yourself."
"I rented a hotel room," the coach revealed. "I have an idea. Don't go home. Let's go back to my hotel room and catch up. I know you played college ball. I'd like to hear what all you've done."
"I'd hate to impose, coach," Billy demurred.
"Call me `Mark', Billy. We're both adults now," coach said.
"Sure. Mark."
They both grabbed their coats, and Billy followed the coach back to the Parkway Hotel in the downtown, an 1800s hotel recently renovated.
Billy followed the coach up the stairwell to the third floor suite he'd rented.
Mark Simonson was 33, going into the school educational systems right from college, so he was 24 when he was in his first year of coaching at Billy's school.
"I have beer and whatever's in the mini-bar," Mark said, shedding his coat as they walked through the door.
Billy followed suit, then rummaged through the mini-bar, deciding on a wine cooler.
"Hand me a beer," Mark directed, pulling off his tie and his shirt.
Billy grabbed a beer and turned around, caught like a deer in the headlights. He started at the muscled chest and torso, a patch of dirty blonde hair covering the chest, then tapering into a trial that led down to the belly button, then fanned out as it entered the gray tweed pants.
"Billy, you okay?" Mark asked, waving his hands.
"Sorry, coach. I must have been daydreaming," Billy lamely offered, handing the beer to Mark.
"About what? And it's Mark', Billy. Call me Mark'."
"Okay. Mark."
Mark stepped into Billy's personal space as he popped the top on the beer can.
"I'm glad you're not a student anymore," he whispered as he leaned into Billy.
Or at least, that's what Billy thought Mark was doing as he reached for a glass on top of the mini-frig.
"What are you blushing for, Billy?" Mark asked, reclining on the bed and flicking on the TV.
"I think it's a little warm in here," Billy reactively answered.
"Oh. I thought it was a bit chilly," Mark replied. "I just turned up the heat."
"I don't know."
"So tell me about college, Billy." Mark adjusted himself and put the TV on mute.
Billy opened his wine cooler and went through his college career, ending his tales with his fifth wine cooler.
"...and I probably would have stayed with Brandon, but he was a size queen and didn't think 9 inches was enough."
Mark stared at Billy, who had unbuttoned the top four buttons of his shirt since Mark hadn't turned down the heat. The last story had veered into Billy's love life during senior year with a teammate.
"So. How often did you compare your dick with teammates?" Mark asked, adjusting himself again, having gotten semi-hard.
"Once I said I was gay, all the time. But in college, about a third of the team was open to some degree. Some gay, some bi, some not straight when no one knew," Billy said.
"I think you need to relax, Billy. You look tense," Mark said with a tone of concern.
"Coach...Mark. Sorry, but I've always had a crush on you, and I think it's time for me to leave." He stood.
"Don't go, Billy," Mark said, not moving from the bed, but extending his hand to the young ad exec.
Billy's eyes met Mark's, and Billy became aware of his hard-on. Billy's eyes went down to Mark's chest, and took Mark's hand.
Mark pulled Billy into him and kissed, lips blending into one as Mark's left hand wrapped under the shirt onto Billy's back and pulled him into the bed, the wine cooler dropping to the hardwood floor.
The athletic pair made out for about 20 minutes, Mark helping Billy out of his clothes as the coach kept on his pants.
Billy was gently humping Mark's right leg as he suckled on the coach's hairy right nipple.
Mark stroked the smooth back of the former player, sighing and encouraging.
"You can bite them, Billy. I like my nipples being worked over," Mark roughly whispered, arching his leg into the humping athlete. He hoped precum didn't stain tweed.
Mark lifted his right arm and guided Billy's mouth into the armpit. Mark hadn't worn any deodorant or antiperspirant, hoping to pick up a former student. He didn't imagine he'd bag Billy.
Billy had a smooth, muscular body, with hair just in the pits, pubes and a light dusting around his anus, which Mark was starting to give a one-fingered massage. Billy bucked more.
As Billy sucked and licked Mark's hairy armpits, Billy undid Mark's belt, button and zipper, revealing no underwear and a plump 7-inch piece of wood. Billy locked lips with Mark for a minute, then licked his way down Mark's body to the stiff pecker with a crystal pearl of precum on the tip. Billy licked it off, then started slowly engulfing the coach's wood.
Billy grabbed coach's balls to prevent them from retracting too soon as the tip of the coach cock nestled in the back of Billy's throat. Billy started swallowing repeatedly, his tongue swiping across the root of Mark's cock as Mark started screaming in ecstasy.
"Oh, God! That's too much, Billy. Stop," Mark cried, pushing against Billy's forehead, only accomplishing pushing his cock further down Billy's gullet.
Billy flipped his crotch over the coach's face as he pulled off Mark's dick and headed onto his hairy balls, working the tweed pants off Mark's legs.
Mark admired the cock dangling before him. The muscle was every inch of nine Billy had said, cut, and thick. Mark felt the cool strand of precum that had crossed his left cheek when Billy had moved in bed. Mark saw Billy's balls and a brief glimpse of the hole he'd gently massaged earlier.
Billy's precum glossed coach's lips as Mark grabbed it and brushed the tip across his lips as Billy's lips opened to lick the coach's nut sack. The tweed suit had turned Mark's crotch sweaty during the two hours he'd been wearing it.
Billy loved the hair and aroma of Mark's crotch, licking it up and chewing the coach's scrotum. He felt Mark swallow his jock cock as Billy dove into the hairy valley of the coach's ass.
Mark howled around the 9-inch pole in his mouth as Billy started eating Mark's manhole. Mark had never had his ass eaten before that night. He felt the wide receiver's tongue rub across every nerve of his pucker, tantalizing the receptor and filling Mark with new pleasure.
Mark enjoyed the cock down his throat and the tongue up his ass as he massaged Billy's ass cheeks, the smooth bubble butt tempting him.
"Like that cock, coach?" Billy asked, pulling himself off his former mentor.
"Yeah, you have a great club, Billy," Mark said, winking.
Billy locked lips with Mark and rubbed their dicks together.
The former footballer massaged right below the coach's ball sack as he maneuvered his saliva-covered cock in the hairy ass crack of the coach.
"Yeah! Fuck me, Billy," the coach coaxed, backing his hirsute butt toward the big battering ram.
With precum drooling out of his cock, Billy wiped the head across the hairy hole, lubing the coach's tight, married hole.
"Don't tease, Billy," Mark whispered, pulling himself up on the athlete. "I can take it."
Billy rammed his dipstick deep, his balls swiftly feeling the warmth of his coach's furry buttock.
Mark groaned with intense pleasure, feeling the stiff stab of satisfaction that only another guy's pecker can bring.
Billy held himself inside Mark, savoring the heat as Mark started gyrating his ass.
"Oh, yeah! Coach likes his cock," Billy chuckled, steadying himself. Mark continued to grind his hips on Billy's hog.
Billy started a slow, passionate pump into Mark's shitter. Both men started moaning in pleasure. Billy and Mark leaned into each other, swapping spit as they continued fucking.
Billy steadily picked up the rhythm over the next 15 minutes and slowly rolled Mark onto his side, with one leg in the air, then on to his stomach, reaching under and playing with Mark's hairy chest, and tweaking his nipples as Mark arched his ass into the air, finishing in a doggie style position. Billy was now in jackhammer mode, relentlessly pounding Mark's shitter.
"AHHHHHHH!" Billy cried out as he started dumping his seed into Mark's ass.
Mark's sphincter clinched on the hard cock as Mark's dick spewed semen all over the bed sheets, soaking them.
When Mark felt Billy pull out, Mark rolled onto his back and pulled the spent athlete to him, gulping Billy's bat into his mouth, savoring the remains of Billy's cum. Mark suckled on the long dong as Billy relaxed from his orgasm, then laid on the cum-soaked sheets, the coach's cum covering his back. Mark positioned himself so the pair was head-to-toe so Mark didn't need to release the wide receiver's dick from his mustached mouth.
Both men drifted off to sleep, with Billy's bat in Mark's mouth.
The end.
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