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Jeff Gets Deep Into Track
By Butt Sniffer777
This is a continuation/offshoot of my story, "Becoming Dad's Kink Buddy". I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1.
Jeff awoke early the morning of his first private workout with Coach Kern. He was ramped up and ready to find out what was in store for him this summer. The previous year during regular gym class the coach had seen some spark of natural ability and had pulled Jeff aside after class one day to let him know that he thought the boy showed an aptitude for track. He was thinking the boy's lanky build would be especially well suited for high jump or hurdles. Coach had offered to meet with him over the summer to try him out in those disciplines with the thought that Jeff would be on the track team the coming school year if he lived up to the promise he showed. Jeff was both excited and a bit nervous about what he'd be in for. He thought it'd be really awesome to be on the track team, but both of those events seemed a bit daunting. But if Coach Kern thought he could do it, he'd sure love to try.
The best reason for trying out for track was Jeff thought Coach Kern was a hunk. Jeff practically got weak in the knees when he saw the big, olive-skinned man with the dark shadow of stubble across his cheeks at any time of the day. The coach was pretty serious with the boys, smiling rarely, but Jeff had always felt he was fair and calm, even when dealing with the rowdy bunch of students Jeff had as classmates. He was married, because the boy had checked out his left hand within seconds of his first sight of the sexy man. He was built and muscular, but not in a steroid way. It was clear that the coach took physical fitness seriously and lived his beliefs. Jeff thought that made him even hotter. The high-and-tight flat-top didn't hurt a bit either!
Jeff and his dad had quite recently taken an incredible and most welcome turn in their relationship. They'd started to have sex together - seriously twisted pig sex. No sooner had they started to wrap their heads around the whole hot, strange thing than his dad's best friend, Uncle Phil, had worked his way into the relationship. Suffice it to say that Jeff's world had been thoroughly rocked and he wasn't about to look back. Since his time with Dad and Uncle Phil up at Phil's mountain cabin Jeff's mind had become preoccupied with Coach Kern and their fast-approaching summer workouts. The young man knew he had to get a deep whiff of the coach's trench one way or another. He also knew that the man was married and his chances of snorting the coach's sweaty ass stink were nil.
Jeff threw on shorts and a tank top and went out in the back yard to warm up a bit. He knew that the coach would be taking him through a stretching regimen, but he wanted to be pretty limbered up before he got to the high school track. He wanted to be at his best and make a good impression. After half an hour it was almost time for him to jog over to the school. His dad Rob was just on the way out to work, but he stopped and gave his boy a squeeze as he left. He reached around and grabbed the boy's ass, pressing his middle finger deep into his son's ass trench, pressing the fabric of his shorts firmly into the kid's unshowered shit hole. He murmured into Jeff's ear, "Mind your manners with Coach today, boy - at least as long as you can. Be good, and good luck, Son." He planted a quick kiss on his son's cheek and waved as he turned to back the car out of the driveway.
Jeff waved as his dad's car disappeared down the street, then he turned toward the school and took off at a slow jog. He arrived fifteen minutes later. The track had a few people on it engaged in various activities. The boy did a quick scan and failed to spot the coach, so he did a couple of laps around the track before he saw Coach Kern's imposing figure at the opposite end of the track as he rounded the far turn for the second time. A quick flush of excitement and nervousness flashed through Jeff's gut as he saw the handsome man circle the track in his direction.
Coach Kern approached the young man with a big smile on his handsome face - such a rarity that Jeff was a bit jarred. He reached out and grabbed the young man firmly by the shoulder. "Good to see you, Jeff - ready to get to work?" The coach led him over to where one hurdle was set up on the single-lane warm-up track within the larger oval. As Jeff nodded in assent, he couldn't help but sneak a glance down at the substantial bulge in the coach's compression shorts. The coach had some looser running shorts over the compression shorts, but it was still evident that Coach Kern was hung! Jeff did his best to keep from staring as the big man continued: "I thought we'd focus on some stretches and techniques for hurdling today, then we'll have you try a few passes over the hurdle to get the feel of it. Sound good?
"Sure thing, Coach." Jeff followed the sexy man over to a low bar where they did leg stretches. Coach Kern showed him each stretch and as they stretched the coach explained what the muscles were doing and how it affected a hurdler. Jeff really had to work to maintain focus - the gorgeous man was 3 feet away from him. The young pig could see the large lump snaking down the coach's left leg as the hot stud demonstrated each stretch. Jeff wished that the sexy man hadn't been wearing his compression shorts - his cock would have been sticking out the end of the running shorts for sure. The boy took a risk and pretended to sniff, hoping he was hiding the fact that he was testing the air for the coach's man smells. Jeff was able to pick up the coach's odor almost immediately - and it was incredible. Not too sweaty since they hadn't been running, but it was definitely a strong, super-masculine musk. Jeff would have swooned and blissed out on the amazing man odor but for the fact that he was supposed to be learning and remembering what Coach Kern was telling him. It was almost impossible to focus when all he could think about was the sexy man right next to him.
The problem continued after they were done stretching. The coach began by showing Jeff the proper position for clearing a hurdle, and he did it on the ground with one leg cocked off to the side as he looked up at Jeff. "Keep you leading leg high, Jeff. As you clear the hurdle, the knee of your trailing leg will be pulled forward as you bring the trailing leg over the hurdle and stay lined up for the next hurdle." With his left leg off to the side as the trailing leg, Jeff could see fat lump of the coach's cockhead encased in the compression shorts extending beyond the hem of his outer shorts. Jeff was transfixed and immediately started to get hard. Coach Kern's head was right at Jeff's crotch level, and the young man was worried that the coach would see the boner he was struggling to control. Getting up from the track surface, Coach Kern had Jeff get on the ground and assume the proper hurdling position. This time it was Jeff who was staring out right at crotch level, and he was treated to the incredible feast of viewing Coach's meaty ham of a cock bulging out from port side. Jeff wasn't sure, but it looked like the bulge had grown larger. The handsome man was standing almost directly over Jeff as he looked at Jeff's position from above. Jeff went for a slow, deep intake of air, as quietly as he could do it, drawing in the smell from Coach Kern's crotch less than a foot away from his head. As coach leaned down to correct Jeff's trailing leg a bit, Jeff's nose was no more than a few inches away. He drew a breath of air, smelling the thick, greasy aroma of man crotch just to his left. He was immediately transported.
He must not have been quiet enough because the coach said to him once he was upright, "Sorry, Jeff - didn't mean to invade your personal space". The handsome man's dark features broke into the tiniest hint of a wry smile and he stared at the young man.
"No problem at all, Coach.", said Jeff. "The smell doesn't bother me at all." SHIT! As soon as the words were out of his mouth the boy thought he'd totally fucked up. He hadn't meant to say anything but the words just slipped out without a thought. Fuck. Jeff turned beet red in an instant. Busted!
Coach Kerns' eyebrows raise slightly as he looked down at his student. Jeff immediately felt uncomfortable with the hot man staring at him, and he turned his head down even as he could see a smile beginning to form on the coach's lips. "Duly noted." was all he said. And then Coach Kerns went back to the lesson. Jeff was thrown - he figured that he'd just fucked up royally and would never be let on the team. He was sure that he was going to get taken apart by the coach and ejected from the program, but here the coach was, carrying on as if nothing had happened. The young man did his best to take the same attitude, and he figured he'd dodged a bullet.
The coach moved them to the hurdle on the inner warm-up lane of the track. They practiced a bunch of trial hurdles off to the side so the boy could get used to running the seven approach steps and taking the first launching leap. By this time, both coach and pupil were hot and sweaty. Jeff could smell Coach Kerns' funky crotch odor without any problem. The smell of the man was incredible. Coach had Jeff step onto the practice lane to try clearing an actual hurdle. Considering the morning he'd had so far, it was amazing that he actually did a decent job, clearing the hurdle successfully four out of his six attempts. The coach seemed to be pleased, reacting encouragingly to the work they'd accomplished so far. Jeff felt relieved when he sensed that things might actually be all right. He couldn't understand why that would be after his incriminating comment earlier. Then Coach gave him a clear indication on the way back toward the locker room. As Jeff and Coach Kerns approached the gym building, The coach was a step ahead as he came up to the side door of the gym. Jeff was amazed to hear a dry, rumbling fart come from the coach's ass, just a few feet away. The coach carried on as if nothing had happened, but Jeff couldn't help himself - it was as if he was powerless to stop himself from sneaking a whiff as quietly as he could.
The coach turned to him with eyes narrowed and a subtle grin on his handsome face. "Yeah, I figured that was the kind of smell you really liked, isn't it?" Again, Jeff felt the color rush into his face. Coach Kern chuckled. "Workout's not over after all. We have some more coaching to do, boy."
Coach and I arrived at the door to the gym. Since it was summer, the gym was locked, but Coach had the keys. He unlocked the door and then reached around to grab me around the back of the neck and steered me through the door. Coach was gentle, but I could tell he was a powerful guy. Without even trying I could smell his strong odor as his large hand was on my neck and his elbow raised, exposing his ripe pit to me. The fumes my nose was picking up were complex and heady. It was a mixture of his greasy underarm odor, sweat, and the heady, dank odor of his crotch and ass as well. I could definitely smell shit, but it might have been the remainder of the huge fart he'd blown just outside the gym. We went down a short hallway to the boy's locker room, and he unlocked that too. My heart was beating a mile a minute as the coach flicked on the lights and locked the door behind us, followed by a quick check down the rows of lockers to be absolutely sure the room was empty. As he reached the back aisle of lockers he turned and waved toward me, telling me to join him. I could feel my cock becoming totally hard and I hoped that Coach couldn't see my boner too easily. But I figured that at this point it didn't matter much at all. I could sure see that Coach's dick had really filled out down one leg, tenting out his shorts. Coach pulled me off to one side, out of the main aisle. He firmly grabbed me from behind the neck, this time dragging my face into his armpit. The pit was sweaty and totally greasy, and it was clear he didn't use deodorant. I was in heaven as my face was pushed into the ripe pit. I immediately took in a huge gulp of air, breathing his smell in. It was awesome! Totally strong and pungent, and I couldn't believe my luck as I continued to inhale his stink, huffing again and again.
Coach spoke softly into my ear: "There you go, boy - I knew you wanted my stink bad. I could hear you sniffing me outside. You're a hot little pig, and I can tell you and I are going to get along well both on and off of the field. Now rub your face in my pit. It's time for me to mark you."
I wasn't exactly sure what he meant, but I was definitely going to do whatever he wanted me to do. I couldn't believe this was happening, even though I'd dreamed about it since I first saw Coach. I rubbed my face back and forth across the black, greasy hairs that grew out of his armpit. I could feel my face getting greasy with his stink. Coach was so fucking hot, and now I was covered in his smell.
He pulled my head back with a gentle but firm grip, turning my face so I could look up at him. When I did, he stared back at me with such an intense look. It kind of made me weak in the knees as I stared back. He was almost a scary guy sometimes, but all of a sudden he looked more gentle. "You're doing great, Jeff. What a nasty guy you are, pig." With a wink he switched hands behind my neck and my face was pushed into his other pit, which was just as ripe as the first. I kept snorting in his smell, and my tongue shot out and I took some swipes in the greasy patch of hair. The strong, dank flavor exploded on my tongue and I was overwhelmed with the taste. I was so into his amazing stink that everything else fell away in my head. It felt like somewhere far away I could hear Coach say, "Ooohhhh yeeeeaaaahhh, pig. Clean up my filthy pit. Keep it up, and we'll see if we can find anything else for you to clean, boy." I felt a burst of energy as I licked harder, pulling his hairs into my mouth and rubbing them clean with my tongue. Coach made a low growling noise as I sucked all his hairs clean.
By this time, I didn't care at all anymore about what was going on or what Coach Kern would think of me. I just knew that I needed way more. I had to get a whiff of his ripe, sweaty ass. I dropped my face out of his pit and moved behind him to squat down. His ass was right in front of me as I saw Coach twist around and look down at me. "Now we're talking, pig", he said as he pulled my head right into his ass. He lifted his right leg and put his foot on the bench, giving him more room to push my face deeper into his trench. Suddenly my whole face was burned by a hot, wet fart. It was a long one, and Coach groaned as he pushed the gas into my nose and mouth. I sniffed deeply, my nose pressed firmly into the fabric of his outer shorts. I couldn't help but groan too - I couldn't believe that I was smelling Coach Kern's filthy fart. It was so greasy and nasty! I kept sniffing and rubbing my face into his big, full ass. I felt the coach's hand leave my head as he put his leg down, reaching up to his waistband and pulling down the outer shorts.
The compression shorts Coach still had on were a medium blue color, and the full, round expanse of his amazing ass came into view right in front of my face as he bent over, pulling the outer shorts off one leg at a time. But what I saw wasn't just blue. There was a big streak of brown pasted right down the middle of the shorts and I could see the shadow of that swipe of Coach's shit through the fabric of his shorts. Fuck! What an amazing skidmark! It was every bit as big and nasty as the skidmarks my dad laid down on a daily basis. I had to check it out nice and deep. That was way too nasty a sight to pass up. The coach remained bent over as I drove my face deep into his shitty trench, sniffing deeply as my nose made contact with the stretchy fabric of the compression shorts. Another fart blasted at me full force, and Coach Kern let out a low moan of satisfaction as the rank gas shot from his hole. This time I could actually feel the cloth move with the vibrations. It felt like little pieces of shit had been shot into the cloth as the man jetted his gas into my face. The smell was overpowering. Coach Kern's crap smell was really dark and pungent. It kind of reminded me of my dad's smell when he'd first fed me recycled hamburgers, but not exactly. It was hard to tell what was different, but I totally got off on it. I could tell that Coach's greasy stink was getting rubbed into my face through his shorts. I could hear sticky, snapping sounds as my nose pressed the skidmark back into his hole, The shorts snapped wetly back as I moved my face away. I kept doing that over and over, taking some first swipes at his skid with my tongue. Soon, I felt the coach stand up and move away from me. He turned and stood tall above me, staring down. I was still on my knees, and this was the first time I'd really been able to look at Coach since we'd started. He was awesome - he looked extra huge and tall as I looked up at him from below. I lowered my eyes to see his cock completely hard, tented down the leg of his shorts. It was insane, it was so big. I looked back up at the handsome man and he held my gaze. I sensed him pulling down his shorts, but I couldn't pull my eyes away from his. As I could see out of the corner of my eye he was stepping out of his shorts until he finally stood up, still looking down at me.
Coach lowered his eyes and I followed his gaze down to his crotch. His cock was huge, dark and heavily veined. It stuck straight out from his body, rising from a thick, black bush. Coach held his shorts in his hands, and he looked back to me while he turned the shorts inside-out, holding them in my direction. The huge, pasty brown skidmark was exposed. "I bet you're looking for some of this, aren't you, boy?" My eyes must have told him everything he needed to know. He grinned a little and said, "Well, today's your lucky day, Jeff". I could feel the spit start up in my mouth in anticipation of tasting his shit.
Coach took his filthy compression shorts and pulled them over his awesome cock, still inside-out. He lined up the cloth so that the skidmark was wrapped right over the tip of his boner. He started to move toward me and I stared at his fat dick covered by his shorts, the pasty shit getting closer to me. I snorted in the nasty air as he approached, opening my mouth just as his dick reached me. Coach said, "Look at me, boy". I looked up at him but kept my mouth open, and he moved in. I couldn't look away from Coach Kern's stare, but I felt his dick reach my tongue. He started rubbing his cock across my tongue, and I immediately tasted his amazing shit. I was whimpering in ecstasy and rubbing my boner like crazy. After a couple minutes of wiping my tongue with his cock, Coach said softly, "I'm coming in, Jeff".
I couldn't help but groan as his cock pushed into my mouth, the skidmark sliding along the whole length of my tongue. Already some pieces of his shit were softening and starting to break away from the pasty mess and into my mouth. His shit was awesome - really tangy, but pretty mellow too. I felt a couple of pieces of food break apart into my mouth as my tongue moved like crazy, my mouth stretched as far as I could open it in an effort to accommodate his fat penis made even fatter by the shit-stained shorts. He pushed his huge cock into my mouth again and again, going deeper bit by bit until I could feel his pubes tickle my nostrils as he bottomed out. The taste of Coach's crap was all the way into the back of my throat as I did my best to take his humongous cock, cleaning the nasty turd from his compression shorts with my tongue on the way out. I felt myself drooling shit out of the corners of my mouth, trying to swallow what I could in between jabs of Coach's cock. Eventually, I could tell that I was getting pretty much through the skidmark, and I could feel the texture of the compression shorts fabric much easier. Coach interrupted the sounds of me slobbering and swallowing his liquified shit on occasion, speaking softly in his deep voice, "You're a real pig, aren't you, boy? Your mouth is dripping my shit, Jeff. Does it taste good, shiteater?" and other things like that. All I could do was moan and nod, letting him know how much I loved the taste of his crap. I rubbed my boner through my jock as I sucked.
After awhile, Coach pulled his cock out of my mouth. I was relieved because my jaw was aching quite a bit by then. He removed the shorts from his cock, and the spandex was mostly blue again. I took the opportunity to lick my lips, swiping up as much of my shitty spit as I could and swallowing it down. I pulled what felt like a piece of half-digested bell pepper from between my teeth and chewed it a few times, getting a sense of its texture before I swallowed it down too. I found something hard and cylindrical as well - almost like a piece of a tiny twig. The flavor was so delicious.
The beautiful man looked down at me. "Get up here and lie on your back on the bench, pig." I wasted no time in lying down. I stared up at him - he was awesome, so big and serious and handsome. "Time for me to mark you, Jeff." Coach Kern took off his shirt to expose his amazing, hairy chest. He stepped across me, still wearing his track shoes and socks, so that he was facing my toes. He bent his legs slightly, exposing his filthy crack to me. I could see a coating of dark brown crap covering the ring of hair that ran around his hole. The hole itself was flexing, and I could hear the faint popping sounds as the shit covering his opening pulled apart and was pressed together again with each contraction. Coach lowered himself over my face, keeping his filthy cheeks apart with his hands as he moved to sit on my open mouth. "I have a feeling you've done this before, boy - haven't you? I nodded and made a noise that I had definitely done this before. "Thought so - you've done a great job, pig. I'm expecting you to get my shithole cleaned up, Jeff - think you can handle that? If you get me clean I'll even feed you some lunch straight from the oven." Coach didn't even wait for a reply but instead lowered his ass the rest of the way onto my face. He punctuated his last sentence with a long, drawn-out fart aimed right at me. I felt the tiny pelts as flecks of shit landed on my face. I breathed in deeply right before he touched down. His hole was soft and sticky with crap as it made contact. Coach pressed his hole onto the tip of my nose and sunk in as far as he could go. He down onto my head for a few seconds and then started to wipe his shitty crack up and down my face. Groaning in total pleasure, I stuck my tongue out and started lapping at his crappy trench as it passed across my open mouth. A coating of shit completely encircled his asshole, so I started licking the walls of his ass, picking up all kinds of flecks as I went along. This man's shit had a lot of texture to it. As I went, I pulled his long asshairs into my mouth, softening and pulling all of Coach's crap down my throat and leaving clean butthairs. I couldn't believe how filthy his shitter was - I licked and licked and still it seemed like there was more shit to be licked out of the halo of ass hair.
Coach groaned in pleasure as he stood hunched over my buried face, a hand on each knee to support himself. "Damn, Jeff - that feels so good, pig. Clean the shit out of my hole, boy!", Coach Kern moaned. "You've got a great tongue, shitlicker. Get my crap factory cleaned up!" I had reached up to put my hands on his thick, muscular ass and spread his cheeks apart even more. I had finished cleaning his shitty hairs finally and turned my attentions to his craphole, aiming the tip of my tongue right in the center of his trench and pushing it as far up his shitter as I could get it. There was plenty more of his nasty filth inside his hole. My mind felt like it would explode as I thought about the shit that was on my tongue - it was warm, still heated by Coach's gut, and it hadn't even been exposed to air yet. The last time that this stuff had air on it was when he had chewed and swallowed it at a meal the day before. Virgin shit was the best!
The flavor was amazing, and the texture was fairly grainy. As my tongue reached in as deep as possible, I felt Coach's shit ring squeeze my tongue and release it, getting more relaxed with each release of his muscle. "Aaaaaaaaawwwwwwww fuck, Jeff. You're gonna get me all loose if you keep that up, boy. You want me to get loose for you? If my hole gets loose, anything that's up there is going to come out." I whimpered with uncontrollable need as I worked my tongue in his crap chute, letting him know how much I wanted whatever Coach had to give me. "That's a good pig - keep it up, Jeff. Your after-workout treat is on its way. "
I groaned in anticipation as I felt his hole become softer and softer around my tongue until the ring of flesh was loose and puffy. My tongue was buried to the hilt when I felt the hard, knobby end of a turd make contact. Coach moaned above me, "Ohhhh, buddy.... Here it comes, fresh from the oven. Get ready, boy."
Coach's shit hole pushed out to become a mound of flesh in my mouth. His puffy ring started to ripple and flex as it opened the last small bit, exposing about an inch of warm, firm shit. I groaned as I sniffed the bullet of turd, finally touching my tongue to it for the first time. I was licking Coach Kern's crap all over, groaning in ecstasy. Coach made a low noise in his chest, and he held the log of shit in place with his shit ring, letting me lick the exposed end while the rest still lay warm in the oven. After several minutes of licking the hard, knobby tip I bit the exposed piece of turd off, taking it into my mouth. I played with it on my tongue, turning it over and over and moaning. My mouth was making smacking sounds as I messed with the piece of crap. Coach must have figured that I had a piece in my mouth, because he raised himself up slightly and swiveled his body to the left so he could look over his shoulder to see my face. I could tell that Coach was blown away. He held my gaze again, and at the same time I could see the stump of turd still being held in place by the man's dilated crap hole. I was totally blown away by the sight of him staring into my eyes while I chewed up his waste, all the while knowing that there was a lot more where that came from. "Go ahead and chew it, Jeff - I want to see you swallow that down for me. I can't hold the rest if this shit much longer. Make room so I can feed you the rest of it."
I made a noise in my throat and nodded vigorously, all the while chewing on the firm lump of crap. I swallowed it down, relishing the feeling of it sinking into my stomach as I opened my mouth wide, showing him that I was ready for more. Coach Kern turned back around and spread his hole right over my open mouth, my tongue reaching for the broad stump of feces that was holding his ring open. "Here's the rest of it, boy. Take it all." Coach started to push, grunting softly as a long, blunt mass of turd slid into my mouth. There was a greasy popping sound as the slick, nasty log hit the back of my mouth, and Coach pushed a couple more inches from his hole before I could see his anus squeeze shut a few inches above my face. The handsome man pulled up a couple of inches, and I could see his hole flexing open and shut directly above me. The black wreath of hair had pieces of crap stuck here and there where ass hairs had been pulled along, scraping the sides of the emerging shit.
My mouth was forced totally open because of the size of Coach Kern's shit, and the warm load stuck out above my lips. I was making sounds of pleasure as I did my best to move my tongue around the plug of shit that filled my mouth. It wasn't easy, but I managed to take swipes if I went slowly, maneuvering the crap around as I moved my tongue around the massive hunk of crap buried deep in my mouth. My tongue felt gritty with tiny flecks of shit, but the taste was amazing.
Coach stood back up and stepped across my body. He turned around and kneeled at the side of the bench so that his face was right over mine. I held his gaze as he looked back at me, his eyes darting down from time to time to see the shit log rock back and forth in my mouth as my tongue moved around the base. "That's so fucking hot, Jeff. Eat my waste, boy! I'll help you out with that, pig." He watched me intently for quite awhile as I labored away at the shit, until all of a sudden he leaned down, still staring into my eyes, and he bit into the protuding end of crap that stood above my lips, taking a hefty chunk for himself. He reached in with his hand and stuck finger and thumb into my moth on either side, taking hold of the shit and pulling it out just far enough so that I could take a big bite off of the end. The middle section was left between Coach's fingers, and he leaned over to an open locker next to us and placed the slick brown chunk down inside the empty locker. When he looked back at me he indicated that we were to chew together. Coach started to chew his lump of crap, and I did the same, all the time hypnotized by the sight of the handsome guy chewing up his own shit. We both made noises as we chewed, finally swallowing everything down at just about the same time. "Let me see, boy.", Coach said as he stuck out his brown tongue. I could see little pieces of filth on his tongue, but he'd swallowed the crap chunk. I opened my mouth to show him I'd gotten it all down too. "Fucking nasty, Jeff! Let's get the rest of this finished off, pig - open wide." The coach reached over to grab the chunk of crap that sat in the open locker, put it halfway into his mouth, holding it gently with his teeth. He then leaned in to me as if to kiss. I opened my mouth to take the protruding portion of the remaining log in and we both bit down, splitting the last smelly chunk between us. I watched him turn the piece over and over in his mouth, getting it slick with his spit as he showed off for me. I played with the chunk on with my tongue, getting off on the fibrous texture of the turd as it released its flavor into my filthy mouth. We both jacked off as the globs of sticky crap became smaller and smaller in our mouths until we finally bit into the remaining shit pieces and chewed them up, finally swallowing it all down. "Fuck yeah, buddy - show Coach that you've swallowed it all down." I opened wide, displaying my empty mouth.
Coach leaned down and kissed me, sticking his shit-covered tongue into my mouth. We tasted each others' filthy tongues, trading spit and small pieces of turd. Little by little we licked each other's mouths clean.
"That was amazing, pig", Coach said. You're a fucking pro, Jeff. We've got some great sessions ahead of us, boy." I licked my lips, trying to find every last morsel. "But I can't go home with a dirty ass. Why don't you get it all cleaned up for me before we finish. Sit up." I knew that wasn't a request. Coach got up. He turned around and put his right foot up on the bench between my thighs, bending over and exposing his trench. His hands grabbed the halves of his meaty ass and spread them wide. I turned slightly to the left as Coach flexed a bit more, pushing his shit hole back into contact with my lips. His arm was a blur as he let go of one side of his ass to jack his massive cock. I pulled my cock out of my shorts and went at it for all it was worth while I finished my cleanup task.
The hole wasn't too bad since I'd gotten it pretty clean before Coach took a dump in my mouth. I licked and swallowed, taking great big swipes up the length of his trench, pretending my tongue was toilet paper. Coach Kern groaned loudly and jacked his cock furiously. I could tell he was getting close. I wiped and wiped, swallowing any shit that I pulled from his anus. His ass hairs needed some work again, and as I was finishing with his ring of hairs, he stood up, turned around and pasted my face with a huge volley of cum. Coach's dick looked like a cannon as it bucked and spewed his load all over me. My mouth stayed open, my tongue stretched forward to catch any cum it could. A couple heavy blasts of semen landed on my tongue, the flavor mixing in with the taste of crap. After 7 or 8 jets the last remnants of cum oozed out the tip of Coach's fat cock, dripping onto my chest. Breathing heavily, he stepped forward and brought the head of his dick to my mouth. He forced the huge mushroom head of his penis in and immediately released a strong gusher of piss. I drank and drank, choking down mouthfuls of urine as I jacked my stiff dick. I couldn't hold back any longer and came hard, shooting cum down the length of the bench while I swallowed the last few spurts of piss from Coach's fat cockhead.
Panting, I let loose a long burp of piss fumes as I backed off from Coach's dick. Coach looked down at me and grinned, his mouth circled in a thin film of brown. I'm sure I looked much worse, but the whole thing had been insanely hot.
"Let's hit the showers and get cleaned up, Jeff. We'll have another session day after tomorrow. Be ready for more, boy!" He pushed me ahead of him as we headed to the showers. "Holy shit!" I thought to myself. "Wait tell I get home. Dad won't believe it!"