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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Chapter 38: "Troublemakers"
Jeremy let the treadmill come to a stop and hopped off, wiping his face with a towel; he was drenched in sweat. The interval training had taken the edge off but he was still horny as hell; he was going to have to rub one out in his office before he could get any work done. Thank God for that private bathroom: the odds of getting caught beating off in one of the regular locker room stalls were...not good. Ever since he and Tyler had broken Eric in he'd been on the prowl, and not a day had gone by he hadn't gotten off with at least one of them. Usually fucking, but lately he'd been getting into sucking Tyler's dick. Eric's too--he couldn't just ignore the other catcher--but going down on Tyler's really got him hot. And then the twins had poked their noses in--they'd practically jumped him in his office after practice last week--and so now he was fucking and sucking four of his players. He knew he should stop--this was beyond playing with fire--but then Ollie would murmur something about how hard he was, or Eric would just casually press his ass against his crotch while he was sliding by in the dugout, and the next thing he knew one of would be sitting on his dick. Or standing bent over his desk while he fucked them from behind, like he'd done with Ollie after last night's game. He felt his dick stiffening at the memory as he unlocked his office; he was definitely going spend some extra time in the shower. He paused as he closed the door behind him and looked at the desk fondly, remembering Ollie's muscular ass pooching out while he gripped the Mediterranean studs shirt like a pair of reins and fucked the infielder's brains out. Funny that Ollie had been the last one to take his dick, given how much the Italian-American jock said he loved bottoming. He'd sure gotten off from it--that giant cock of his had shot one hell of a load. Which, Jeremy realized, he had totally forgotten to clean up. Two streaks of half-dried white goo ran across the formica top of his desk and down the front, clearly visible against the dark green metal, and the unmistakable smell of semen still lingered in the air. And then there was the bottle of lube sitting right there. Shit. He'd been in such a hurry to hustle Ollie out the door and get out himself before someone dropped in for a post-game chat, he'd totally dropped the ball on cleaning up. At least no one was going to be around early on a Sunday morning; he squeezed his cock through his gym shorts--it was already stiffening up in anticipation.
...And nearly levitated at the sudden knock on his door, which was already swinging open. He barely had time to toss a folder on top of the Astroglide tube before spinning around, frantically trying to look casual as the door cracked open. A tanned face with a prominent nose, wavy black hair and contrasting blue eyes appeared: Darryl Khaled, one of his infielders. "Got a minute, Coach?" Without waiting he opened the door the rest of the way and walked in, cocky as always. Right behind him, partly hidden by his tall frame, came Josh Resnick and Paul de Vries--two of his outfielders. The three of them were middling players: good additions to the team but hardly superstars despite what Darryl thought of himself. Jeremy was a little surprised to see them together--outside of baseball they seemed to hang with different crews. Khaled was a notorious man slut, along with team captain Mackovic and infielder Jake Pony--the three were known as the Pussy Posse, which was saying something considering their teammates were all horned-up college athletes with plenty of female fans. De Vries was more of a classic stoner--or at least he seemed to be more into the music scene than the usual jock crew. Jeremy and the assistant coaches had actually caught his roommates' band Screaming Broccoli one night after de Vries had scored them free tickets, and they actually were pretty good in a dance punk sort of way. Good enough to stay until close at least, which was better than he'd expected for a college band. Resnick was the stereotypical frat boy, turned up to 11: too busy being cool to hang with band kids, too desperate to score to hook up as often as he wanted (or claimed: Jeremy had heard him taking shit more than once for a hookup that only took place in his head). He was an all right guy; he just needed to chill out a bit: even if his Sig Ep parties were as sick as he said, you needed a better pickup line than talking about how you hurled after a totally epic keg stand.
"What can I do for you guys?" Jeremy asked, nonplussed. He hoped he could wrap this up and get back to covering up his tracks--or Ollie's anyway. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the desk, waiting. At least his workout had burned off enough energy that his bulge hadn't gotten too obvious.
The three of them exchanged shifty glances as they filed in, Khaled closing the door behind him. Great, Jeremy thought, some sort of bullshit....
"Well coach," Josh began, "we were kind of hoping we could start in the games this weekend. You know, get a little more playing time the rest of this season." His finely-featured baby face showed nervousness, and he blushed a little under the backwards Sig Ep ball cap he was always wearing. He did take his frat boy look seriously.
"You guys talk this over with Coach Brett?" Jeremy trusted the older guy to handle the lineups, or at least the first pass--even if he was an assistant coach he'd been around here longer than Jeremy had, and knew the guys better than anyone except poor Ron (and God knew when the head coach would be back, but that was just another monkey on Jeremy's back he didn't have time to worry about).
"Um, no...we thought we could just ask you." Josh's brown eyes darted left to Darryl.
Jeremy sighed. Some days... "You guys know you start with him. He agrees, we'll talk, okay?"
"But coach--" Paul broke in. He was the biggest of the three overall: at 6' 1" he was taller than frat boy Resnick by a few inches, and nearly as tall as Khaled, but he was broader in the shoulders than either. Nevertheless, when Jeremy held up his hand to cut the outfielder off de Vries also shot a glance at the dark-haired first baseman. So Jeremy had found his ringleader; no surprise there. Darryl was the classic alpha jock, which was fine on the field, but Jeremy was not in any mood to be on the receiving end of his bullshit. Especially when the three players were keeping him from some stress relief.
"No 'buts' guys. You want more playing time you gotta show you're ready. You've had some good games, but everyone on the team has. Coach Brett and I move you guys around when you're ready for it, not before."
"Yeah, like Tyler," Josh snorted, his face twisted in irritation.
"He's a standout catcher and all three of you know it, and he's earned his place." Jeremy left it that: he wasn't going to revisit his coaching decisions with these three.
"On his back," Paul muttered sourly.
"What's that supposed to mean, de Vries?" Jeremy asked, his voice tight. There was no way...his office was in the basement with only those tiny windows up top, and those had blinds; no one could look in. And the cinderblock walls were way too thick for anyone to hear anything.
"You know what he means, Coach," Darryl said. He took a step forward, flanked by the other two, his blue eyes locked on Jeremy's. "Paul here had a really interesting story for me after the game yesterday. He wanted to talk to you after practice Thursday, but your door was closed so he thought maybe you'd left. He saw some light under the door, but before he could knock he heard some things. Really interesting things."
"Fuck me, fuck me hard Coach," de Vries said in a mock gasp. His gaze was on Jeremy's too now as he stepped closer.
Resnick chimed in, shaking his head. "I couldn't believe when he ran up and told me you were banging a guy in here. I mean, I always thought you were straight Coach. But we had to see who you were tagging."
"So funny thing," Paul said, "we got back just in time to see Tyler leaving your office. Looking pretty well-fucked." His square face twisted in a sardonic expression, eyebrows lowered below his curly hair.
"He sure did," Josh added, "hair all messed up, face red and everything. You musta pounded his brains out."
That he had, Jeremy thought. He'd fucked the boyish catcher from behind up against the wall right next to the door, pulling him by his hair into a kiss as Jeremy had thrust into him. Tyler had shot his load just inches from where de Vries must've been standing. Water over the dam now though; he had to get back in control of this situation somehow. The three of were closing in on him like a pack of dogs, standing shoulder to shoulder almost within reach; if Jeremy showed any weakness now they'd have him under their thumbs until they graduated, maybe longer. But how could he...
Paul took a deep breath. "It still smells like sex in here," he said thoughtfully. "You two must be banging your brains out."
You have no idea, Jeremy thought. Noooo idea.
"That his cum or yours I smell Coach?" Josh's nose twitched as he sniffed; with his round cheeks and ever-so-slightly buck teeth Jeremy couldn't help being reminded of a chipmunk. A hot little frat chipmunk, but still--it made it hard to take him seriously.
"So," Darryl put in, "our little catcher, just back from rehab and goes right back to being top dog, no questions asked. What would people say if they knew how he got there?" he raised his dark eyebrows. He took in a deep breath, an odd expression flickering across his face briefly. "Who his little ass was really catching for?" His tan face looked almost thoughtful. "What would Eric say if he knew why he was back to being #2?"
Heh, Jeremy thought, I know exactly how Eric feels about all this, including Tyler's tight little ass. The memory of the first night Eric had come to him, sitting on the motel bed and looking up at him, came back to him. That look on his face...Jeremy said nothing, using the silence to undermine the trio's momentum. But also studying them....
"Well Coach?" Khaled finally spoke up. "All we're asking for is a little help up, nothing major. Make us look good, you know, and we won't have anything to talk to the guys about."
"Yeah Coach, your secret'll be safe," Resnick promised, nodding. "No one has to know about...what you guys are up to." He licked his lips, while de Vries nodded along. They were still watching him, but their faces had taken on almost distracted looks, like they were thinking about something else. Expressions that Jeremy realized he'd definitely seen before. Did he have a way out?
"Yeah, do us a solid and you guys can keep doing the...stuff you do," Darryl said. "Whatever you want...." His voice trailed off.
Another flashback to several days ago: Tyler and Eric in his office with their pants around their ankles, sucking face while Jeremy alternated swallowing each one's dick. Eric's was thick and warm and fit his mouth fine, but it was Tyler's Jeremy had to force himself to let go of--something about his taste and scent was almost irresistible. He realized that'd been there for a while, pulling on him, even before he'd fucked the catcher for the first time...since about when he'd handed out the medicated "deodorant." That shit had definitely scrambled his sex drive (and the twins' too it seemed like)--what other effects did it have besides making him hungry for dick? Carlos never had told him exactly what was in that stuff...what if it was more of an "oderant" than a "deodorant?" That might explain a lot of things, and opened up some possibilities. Time to roll the dice: if he was right he might be able to save his career.
He stood up from where he'd been leaning against the desk, getting into Darryl's space and causing him edge back slightly; the infielder's partners in crime shifted uncertainly. "What sort of stuff is that, Khaled?" he asked.
"You know better'n us Coach." Darryl tried for a cocky grin, but lacked the focus to make it stick. "Fucking, or whatever. Sucking each other's dicks probably..." His voice trailed off.
Jeremy looked left, then right: Resnick and de Vries had the same expressions as their leader. Yeah, he could work with this. "That your offer too de Vries? I do you a favor and you let me keep on fooling around? Sucking that fresh cream out of whoever's cock needs draining?" The tall outfielder nodded wordlessly, lips slightly parted; a faint flush was creeping up his neck.
"Of course, it's just your word against mine," Jeremy continued. "Tyler's not gonna back you up, and who's gonna believe a bunch of made-up stories from you guys?" His gaze flickered past the first baseman and locked with Resnick's brown eyes. "What're you gonna tell them Josh? Some bullshit line about how I took his cock all the way down my throat and played with his nuts until he came? About how I swallowed every drop? And then I fucked his brains out up against the wall while he pushed back onto my cock faster and faster until I gave hime a reach-around and he blew all over the floor? Are they gonna believe that? Or just think you're jealous?" Resnick's frat-boy face was quickly reddening as he licked his lips. "So no, I'm not gonna give you three more play time than you deserve. You want more, you gotta earn it. But--" he turned his gaze back to Darryl, letting his expression soften, "if there's a favor _you want from _me, well then maybe we can talk." He moved close enough to the dark-haired first baseman to feel the heat coming off his body and smell the shampoo in his damp hair. "Anything you wanna ask for Khaled?" His fingertip traced the front of the jock's sweat pants, following the thick bulge until he bumped against the swelling head. "Anything?" He cocked an eyebrow.
Darryl's eyes widened as he sucked in his breath through parted lips, then licked them. "Okay. Suck my dick, Coach," he said in a low voice.
"And you'll keep quiet? No spreading stories?" His finger traced a line up to the base of Khaled's shaft, then back down; it was pushing against the fabric enough for him to clearly feel the bump of his glans.
Darryl swallowed, then shook his head. "No," he croaked, "no stories."
"How about you de Vries?" Jeremy looked over at the tall center fielder who was eyeing them with a mix of fascination and hunger while his own sweats tented up.
"No Coach," he said. "Not if you suck my dick too." He bit his lip as his gaze dropped down to watch what Jeremy was doing to his teammate; he didn't even seem to be aware that he'd started palming his own crotch.
"Well Resnick, sounds like your buddies are happy with our little deal. How about you?"
Josh's mouth was open and he was already rubbing himself as he watched Jeremy's little show; he seemed to be feeling the effects of Jeremy's...pheromones?...the strongest of the three. "Yeah," he whispered, "fuck yeah. Okay Coach."
"Good." Jeremy allowed himself a grin--this was gonna be way better than rubbing one out like he'd planned. "Why don't you two help Darryl out of his clothes, then get each other naked?" Were they horned up enough already to touch each other like that? Only one way to find out, he thought as he peeled off his sweaty tee shirt.
It looked like they were, because de Vries pulled off the first baseman's shirt and sweatshirt in one smooth move, while Resnick worked on the knot holding Khaled's sweats up with trembling hands. All three paused for a look at the bulge filling out Jeremy's shorts, and the coach gave himself a good squeeze to give them something to think about. He noticed that he seemed a bit bigger than the the three players; it looked like they'd caught that too. Josh was bent over tugging down Darryl's boxers when Jeremy adjusted his cock so it could point up like it wanted; it was only inches from his face. His initial look of surprise turned to something else as his gaze wandered over the tent pole pushing out the fabric. Jeremy cupped his smooth-shaved chin to turn his head up. "Not yet champ. Go get naked with Paul." He jutted his chin at the tall outfielder who now had one hand inside his sweats. "I'll take care of this guy." He grinned at Darryl, who looked back nervously; definitely his first time with another guy, Jeremy thought. He wasn't that nervous though: Jeremy's gaze followed the fine black hair on his lean chest as it narrowed slightly to his broad treasure trail, then thickened into a black bush with his cut 6" cock standing up proud in the middle. The infielder's brain might not be completely convinced yet, but his dick absolutely knew what it wanted. When Jeremy kicked his briefs off Khaled copied him; there was a pause while they briefly studied each other's bodies. Darryl really was pretty damn good-looking, Jeremy thought, no wonder he got laid all the time. He had the same lean build Andy did, but with fine black hair on his arms and a thicker layer on his calves and thighs, culminating in that trimmed thatch of pubes that showed off his cock and balls so nicely; Jeremy looked forward to burying his face in there. But not yet. He wrapped his hand around Khaled's warm cut shaft and stroked it lightly, watching goosebumps race over his body from the stimulation. Excellent.
He spared a quick glance to confirm that Josh and Paul were making good progress getting naked. Both of their chests were bare, and Josh had lost his ball cap. His hands were hooked on the waistband of Paul's sweats, already working them half-off his pale round ass. From the looks on their flushed faces Jeremy gave them even odds to start playing around before he got to them. But first he had a shit-stirrer to break in.
He sensed Khaled wasn't ready for any sort of kissing yet, but the infielder didn't object when Jeremy's tongue flicked his right nipple. There was a hitch in his breath when Jeremy's lips joined it, followed by a faint "uh!" of pleasure at the pressure of his teeth. Jeremy nibbled lightly on the brown tip, and Darryl began to squirm as it stiffened; this was going to be fun. He wrapped his arms around the ball player, one pinning the lightly-furred chest against his mouth while the other cupped his ass, not making any moves especially, but letting the jock get used to being touched there while his nub sent tingles of pleasure up to his brain. Their cocks bumped against each other as Jeremy continued suckling, little jolts of pleasure coming from the contact; a quick glance down showed Khaled starting to leak.
"You like that huh?" Jeremy asked as he tongued his way across Darryl's chest.
"Yeah, that's hot," the jock admitted. Jeremy's teeth found his other nipple. "Uh yeah, like that..." He squirmed and flexed his cock in an automatic response; Jeremy took the opportunity to slide his fingers lower, exploring the the first baseman's furry cleft. He moved them up and down slowly in time with his suckling, not pushing, but making his touch there part of the pleasure. He doubted Khaled even realized he was spreading his legs apart for him as his weight shifted around.
That could wait though: Jeremy wanted more than just nipple play. He lowered himself to his knees, letting his tongue glide over the infielder's lightly-furred belly until he reached his goal. Darryl's balls and base were warm in his grip as he steadied them so his tongue could swab the underside of the shaft. He looked up as he probed Darryl's piss slit, savoring the sweet droplet of precum forming there while Khaled's blue eyes watched in glassy fascination.
A quick glance to either side showed the other two had paused to watch, and while they'd gotten their hands wrist-deep in each other's sweats they'd stalled out. "You wanna get your dick sucked Khaled?" he asked, giving a little squeeze of encouragement.
"Yeah," he nodded eagerly.
"Well," Jeremy flicked his tongue to catch the latest clear droplet that had appeared, "looks to me like those two aren't following instructions too well. I'm still seeing clothes on 'em." He shot his gaze at the outfielders, then returned it to the first baseman's and traced the tip of his tongue along his shaft's underside; it was a struggle not to wrap his lips around it.
Khaled twitched as Jeremy tickled his frenulum. "Get 'em off guys," he said in a choked voice, "get naked." He sucked in his breath when the tip of Jeremy's tongue probed his piss slit. "Hurry up," he croaked, "Jesus. I'm trying to get a blowie here."
That broke them out of their fascinated trance and they scrambled to finish undressing each other while Jeremy kept up his oral teasing. He only paused once: deVries's boxers had slid off easily once Resnick got them over his erection, but Resnick was wearing snug boxer briefs and he'd started to pull them down himself. "de Vries, help him with those," Jeremy instructed. "You guys are supposed to do each other." The tall outfielder hesitated briefly, then sank to one knee long enough to tug his teammate's underwear off. When Resnick's hard on popped free in front of his face he studied it briefly before standing back up; Jeremy could practically see the gears turning in his head.
Jeremy took advantage of the pause to pull his own tee shirt off; when he got it over his head he saw all three players eyeing him. "Damn, you're pretty swole Coach," Josh said admiringly. De Vries didn't say anything, just nodded in agreement while giving his shaft an absent-minded squeeze. Whatever Khaled might've said was interrupted when Jeremy took his dick into his mouth and started sucking in earnest. It was salty-sweet with precum and he growled in appreciation as the spongy head slid across his tongue.
"Awwww fuck yeah Coach...fuuuuuuck..." Khaled closed his eyes briefly, savoring the pleasurable sensations, then put his hands on Jeremy's head and began pumping. "Suck it," he urged more forcefully. Jeremy was happy to oblige, and quickly swallowed the whole shaft; Khaled groaned as he did. Little sounds escaped him in time with Jeremy's head bobbing up and down, and the taste of precum intensified. When he buried his nose in the first baseman's pubes and wiggled his head the player gasped.
"Shit, he's takin' the whole thing," Josh said. He began lightly jacking his own 6" piece of meat. "Coach, do me."
"No, do me," de Vries insisted from beside Khaled's other shoulder. "I'm so freakin' horny...suck mine Coach." He pressed close and tapped his uncut head on Jeremy's right shoulder, demanding attention. Jeremy noted with satisfaction that he slipped his arm around the first baseman's waist as he did.
"Screw you Paul, you're not the only one with a hard on," Resnick said with a little irritation. He crowded in and tapped his glans on Jeremy's left shoulder, leaving a wet spot where it touched. "C'mon Coach, me next," he urged, his arm joining the big outfielder's around Khaled's waist. They'd gotten into it even faster than Jeremy had hoped--and they didn't seem to even realize it. The sight made his dick twitch; it wasn't just workout sweat moistening his shorts anymore.
He lifted off Darryl's shaft slowly, swirling his tongue around the ridge before he let it out of his mouth. The dark-haired player tried to push him back down, but Jeremy resisted, tugging on the jock's balls lightly to make his point. "I'm gonna let Khaled here decide. He likes getting his nipples worked on, so you two show him what you've got. Whoever does a better job gets to go next." Khaled looked like he wasn't so sure about this next step: fooling around with his fellow conspirators was a step up from accepting a blow job. But Jeremy's warm mouth distracted him from whatever he might've been thinking, and then Resnick's fingers were rolling his right nip. De Vries didn't waste any time bending over to suck on the other; he'd definitely noticed the effect Jeremy's mouth had had. He seemed to know what he was doing, because the infielder grunted and a fresh droplet of precum leaked onto Jeremy's tongue. Resnick noticed the effect it was having, and replaced his fingers with tongue and lips.
"Shit," Darryl sighed, "this is so fuckin' hot." He moved his hands to the back of his friends' heads in encouragement, while his hips resumed pumping into Jeremy's warm mouth. He was leaking continuously now as he squirmed in pleasure. Perfect.
Darryl shuddered as Jeremy lifted his mouth up while maintaining maximum suction, then blew lightly on the wet tip. "So who did better Khaled?"
"Uhhh..." the jock's eyelids were heavy with lust; the triple stimulation had obviously done a number on him. He took a deep breath. "Um...Paul."
"Fuck yeah," the outfielder muttered, over a frustrated "damnit" from the frat boy. De Vries was already turning towards Jeremy in anticipation, his glistening dick head halfway out of its hood. It was a nice one: a bit shorter than Jeremy's 7-incher, but a little thicker in the middle. Too bad about his pube jungle: the thatch of brown hair made his dick look like it was nesting in a tumbleweed. But de Vries had a solid body that made up for it, especially his legs and that fine ass. There was a lot to like. "C'mon Coach, suck my dick. I need it man."
"Yeah, I can see that," Jeremy replied, wrapping his hand around the warm shaft. "You're all kinds of hard and wet." He pulled back the hood and swabbed the exposed head with the flat of his tongue, making de Vries gasp and twitch. "You always leak this much?" He looked up.
De Vries nodded. "Sometimes, yeah." He sucked in his breath when Jeremy licked him again. "Like when you do that." His breathing was becoming shallow and his flush had spread from his long face to his shoulders and pale chest; it deepened when Jeremy wrapped his lips around the glans and began sucking in earnest. "Oh fuck yeah, do that," he breathed.
"Feels good doesn't it?" Khaled asked; even though Jeremy wasn't attending to him the two players were still pressed together.
"Unhuuuunnh..." Paul's head fell back as Jeremy began deep throating him. "Oh God DAMN," he whimpered. His hips began rocking and he leaned slightly on Khaled for support. "Oh fuck," he said in a strangled voice.
Jeremy paused after he'd bobbed up and down a couple more times. "You like that de Vries?" he asked, giving the fat shaft a squeeze.
"Fuck Coach, you can do this anytime," the outfielder said enthusiastically.
"Glad to hear it. But if you want more I need to make sure the other guys stay hard for when it's their turn again."
"Huh? I think they're uh...oh." Jeremy had taken the center fielder's big right hand and wrapped it around Khaled's shaft, then given both a squeeze.
"Just do what comes naturally." Jeremy gave a little tug to start things going. "Just help your buddy out."
Darryl's arm went around Paul's waist. "Doesn't bother me bro; you're doing just fine."
"Yeah? Okay..." de Vries's open face furrowed in concentration as he began jacking his teammate. He took in a jerky breath when Jeremy swallowed him whole again. "Yeah, all right..." He began slowly stroking, his enthusiasm increasing along with the flow of precum.
Jeremy paused again. "Don't forget Resnick." The frustrated left fielder had begun stroking himself as he watched the new configuration take shape; Jeremy definitely didn't want him getting off too soon. He jerked his head. "Josh, get over there. Let Paul help you out." The shorter jock didn't hesitate to reposition on de Vries's other side, then sighed as his teammate took over jacking duties. Satisfied with their progress, Jeremy went back to his blow job. Paul's juice was sweeter than Darryl's, but he had the same jock taste that got Jeremy going these days, and he bobbed up and down enthusiastically, slowly increasing his pace. The uncut dick had a different feel than he was used to, but judging from the increasingly needy sounds de Vries was making his technique was plenty good. When he pulled the foreskin back completely and attacked the naked head the outfielder's eyes squeezed shut and his hips bucked as he grunted enthusiastically. "Fuungh..."
The outfielder's inhibitions dropped as he got more and more turned on: he was tugging enthusiastically on the cocks in his hands now and neither of the recipients seemed to mind at all. "Shit, yeah," he grunted as Jeremy pulled back his 'skin and swabbed the underside of his piss slit again, "right there Coach. Your mouth feels so fuckin' good..." His legs twitched as Jeremy's lips and tongue slid over his sensitive nerve endings. "Damn!... Coach, lick my nuts." He looked down hungrily, his square face flushed.
Jeremy paused. "That get you hot?" he asked.
Paul nodded vigorously enough to make his curly hair shake. "Yeah, I fuckin' love it."
Good to know, Jeremy thought, but--"Sorry champ, I'm not lookin' to floss. Lemme know when you get 'em cleaned up like these guys did." He jerked his chin at the other two. "Feel how smooth they are. Go on." The tall outfield obeyed, looking thoughtful as he caressed his teammates nuts. "Get yours like that and we'll talk."
"You should do it man," Darryl put in. "Feels awesome when someone plays with 'em."
"Sure does," Josh agreed. The three of them shared a look.
"You want someone to play with yours Resnick?" Jeremy asked.
"Hell yeah Coach, go for it," he agreed enthusiastically.
"C'mon Coach, I'm getting close," de Vries objected.
"Nope, Resnick needs his turn," Jeremy said firmly. He gave de Vries one last slow swallow as consolation--damn did he taste good. "We'll get back to you," he winked. He turned to the frat boy. "You ready?"
Resnick nodded eagerly, looking like a kid in a candy store. A kid with a dripping dick. "Go for it Coach." He licked his full lips and pushed forward slightly; was he extra-susceptible to Jeremy's influence, or had he just not gotten laid in a while? Sure, he had those buck teeth that braces hadn't completely fixed, but they weren't really that noticeable; it kind of fit with his boyish look. And he had a great bod: as toned as the other two, a dusting of light-brown hair on his pecs that said he was older than his face implied, and a nice cut cock with enough of an upward bend to be interesting. And he manscaped, which Jeremy appreciated. He decided the kid had earned a little bonus for waiting.
"Oh shit yeah," he sighed as Jeremy started tonguing his balls, "that is so fuckin' hot. That's why I shave my nuts dude," he said to de Vries. "Fuckin' awesome." He reached for his dick but Jeremy pushed it away.
"Give your buddy a hand champ," he said before returning to his tongue bath.
"Sure Coach," he sighed. Jeremy realized that Darryl had already started helping out, but Paul didn't object to a second hand on his joint. The sight of the three jocks playing with each other was hotter than hell, and Jeremy couldn't resist putting his hands in his shorts to stroke himself while he continued bathing Resnick's nuts.
"Yeah, jack it Coach," de Vries encouraged. "That's fuckin' hot." Jeremy locked eyes with him as he ran his tongue up Resnick's throbbing shaft. "Yeah, lick his cock." He seemed to be even more turned on watching Resnick's blow job than he had for his own. Interesting....
The left fielder groaned as his rigid cock slid into Jeremy's mouth, leaving a trail of precum on his tongue. The older man grunted, savoring the flavor, and tickled his player's nut sack to encourage more.
"Oh Jeeesus..." Josh sighed, stroking Paul's cock enthusiastically. He groaned as his head nestled in the back of Jeremy's throat.
"Yeah, suck it," Khaled chimed in, "all the way down."
"You guys like watching that huh?" Jeremy asked, meeting their gaze as he took one of Josh's nuts in his mouth again; the outfielder whimpered. They both nodded, hands moving faster. "I want something to watch too. Let's see you guys suck face while I go down on Resnick." He ran his tongue up the side of the outfielder's scrotum, which was starting to pull up.
"C'mon guys, do it," Josh urged. "Don't make him stop. Ahh...." he sighed at the feel of Jeremy's mouth engulfing his entire nut sack.
Darryl shrugged, recognizing that Jeremy's request wasn't a very big step from what they were already doing. He looked at Paul. "Sure, why not?"
"Okay," de Vries nodded, "just keep sucking him though." Jeremy engulfed the frat boy's glans again. "Yeah..." He didn't stop watching Jeremy until Khaled's mouth was on his, but once it was he began swapping spit enthusiastically.
Jeremy wrapped one hand around Josh's shaft, the other around his own, and began jacking both as he sucked the juice out of the outfielder. "Uhhh," the player whined, "this is so hot." His gaze darted from Jeremy to his teammates. "So fuckin' hot," he repeated. His cock was rock hard now, engorged with warm blood, and the taste of his precum had gotten richer. "Yeah, just like that." His words were for Jeremy, but he was staring at the other two as he said it, and his free hand was just resting on Jeremy's head, no longer trying to steer him. His other one was still pumping Paul's dick vigorously though, even as it was bumping up against Darryl's.
Jeremy continued sucking as he watched the trio's inhibitions crumble further. It was time to take the next step, before any of them got off. If Eric was any indication, once they got a taste of some cock they'd be hooked; after that he'd have them in his pocket instead of the other way round. He stood up and stripped out of his shorts, then pressed his dick against Resnick's slightly smaller one. When he wrapped his hands around both and gave their rods a squeeze both of them flexed instinctively. "They're pretty hot to watch, huh?" he asked.
"Uh huh," Resnick nodded. "Why'd you stop Coach?" He looked at Jeremy, his brown eyes wide and his full lips slightly parted.
"This," Jeremy said, and slid his tongue into the outfielder's mouth. Josh opened hungrily for him, wrapping his free arm around Jeremy's torso as they made out. His smaller frame quivered as they ground together, and his dick was leaking enough to lubricate both of them on its own. The other two watched them as they continued their own makeout session--de Vries especially. "You like what you see bud?" Jeremy asked. "Josh really knows how to kiss," he continued when de Vries nodded.
"You too it looks like," the tall athlete said hoarsely.
Jeremy smiled. "Yeah I do. C'mere." Draping his arms over Khaled and Resnick's shoulders he leaned forward between them to meet the third athlete's mouth. De Vries made a needy sound deep in his throat as he opened to Jeremy's tongue, letting go of his teammate to grip the back of Jeremy's head. His own tongue slid into Jeremy's mouth, probing and hungry as he pulled their faces together.
"You like the tase of your buddy's dick, dontcha?" Jeremy asked when they came up for air. "All his precum on my tongue." He didn't give de Vries a chance to think, just pushed his tongue back in the outfielder's mouth. The jock hesitated for a fraction of a second, and then with a sigh he opened completely to Jeremy's probing.
A wet touch on his right pec a minute later surprised Jeremy. "You taste good too coach," Josh said, beginning to lick around his nipple. A second later Darryl's lips closed around his other one.
"Yeah he does," the dark-haired athlete agreed hoarsely. "Really good..." His tongue flicked on Jeremy's stiff nub, then began tracing a path towards his armpit.
"That's it...get in there Khaled." He raised his elbow and the first baseman immediately took advantage of the access to bury his face in Jeremy's underarm, eagerly lapping up his post-workout moisture. "Get all that sweat champ...mmmhmm." Khaled's tongue felt great, and the increasingly hungry noises he was making were a real turn-on; Jeremy could feel a fresh drop of juice leaking down his shaft. Speaking of which...
"Got some of that for you too Resnick." The player started to straighten up, but Jeremy put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "Not there bud." He nodded downwards. "That's the taste you want right there." He put his fingers under the frat boy's nose; they were still sticky with precum, and when the player got a whiff his eyes glazed over. "That's right...get down there and get a sample." He tangled his hand in the shorter jock's thick brown hair; it only took a gentle push for Resnick to drop to his knees. He yanked Jeremy's shorts and underwear down to his ankles in one swift tug and promptly buried his face in Jeremy's bush, huffing in the scent.
De Vries watched in fascination as his two teammates explored Jeremy's body with their mouths; his erection's deep red color made it obvious what he thought of the scene. He looked up and his green eyes locked on Jeremy's, pupils wide with lust. When Jeremy slid two fingers in his mouth he didn't even twitch: just closed his mouth around them and started sucking. Fuck, is he ready to go too, Jeremy thought, sliding his digits in and out. He didn't have to say a word: Paul just followed his hand as he lowered it, still sucking, until Jeremy's fingers led the player to his hard on. Paul's eyes fluttered shut as he breathed in Jeremy's scent and then his face was next to Josh's, their tongues lapping at either side of his shaft while Jeremy stepped out of his shorts.
"That's it boys," he sighed, "show your coach how good you can suck his cock." He groaned as two tongues bathed him in unison, their wet warmth progressing from the base to the head where their lips met, passing it from mouth to mouth as they took turns hungrily swabbing up his precum. "Oh fuck yeah...you two give such good head...." He tangled his hand in Paul's curly brown hair, directing him lower. "Show me how you like to suck my nuts de Vries. Do it the way you like it." His head tilted back in pleasure as the outfielder began giving him a tongue bath, the warm swabbing sending tingles through Jeremy's groin to merge with the ones coming from Josh's mouth on his cock.
The tongue bath on his armpit stopped abruptly, making him look. "I wanna suck your cock too Coach," his first baseman said thickly. "Lemme suck it." His tan face was flushed with arousal.
Jeremy considered it briefly but shook his head; he had other plans for the chief blackmailer. "No, you stay up here Khaled." Groping behind him on the desk he found the bottle of lube under the folder he'd tossed on it. He was able to get a generous pump onto his hand without breaking eye contact with the blue-eyed jock. "We're gonna have some fun I promise." His hand went to the furry cleft between the ball player's ass cheeks, and in a practiced move his slick middle finger found the tender warm center; it yielded surprisingly easily to his touch.
Khaled's eyes widened in shock as Jeremy probed his hole, and his dick jumped. "Coach--" he started to say, and then the digit hit his prostate. "Uhhnnn..." he gulped. "Uhhnnnngg..." His asshole quivered from the stimulation and a fresh glob of precum leaked from his piss slit. "Coach..." he gasped, "aw fuck...aaahhh." His eyes grew wide as Jeremy slid his finger in and out, and he began to pant lightly. "Oohhh..." he whimpered weakly, "ohhh shit..." Jeremy crooked his finger and Khaled bit his lower lip, eyes wide and hungry.
Not even 30 seconds and the jock was already pushing his ass to meet his finger thrusts, Jeremy noted with satisfaction. Watching the alpha stud succumb was hot as fuck--as much of a turn-on as the two jocks slobbing on his knob down below. Josh had wrapped a hand around his shaft and started jacking him as he and Paul greedily polished his knob. When Paul's big hand started playing with his nuts he groaned; he could feel a massive load building up--there'd be plenty of cum for both of them. "Suck it, you two," he panted, "I'm gonna come real soon."
"Fuck yeah," Paul muttered.
"Gimme your load, Coach," Josh urged. Both of them returned to their licking and sucking with renewed enthusiasm, their hungry grunts a counterpoint to Khaled's whimpers.
Jeremy had enough presence of mind to slide a second finger up Khaled's ass and then he had to lean back against the desk: the growing waves of pleasure were leaving his legs weak. "Coach..." Khaled sighed, "Oh man...yes...." He pushed his ass back eagerly now, already welcoming the second digit; he was going to make a hell of a bottom.
When he reached for his dick Jeremy pushed it away with his free hand. "Not yet," he gasped. That was all he could manage though: his balls were churning as they prepared to empty their contents into the outfielders' eager mouths. "Oh fuck, I'm coming!" he gasped. "Take my load, take it, aaaAAAH FUCK YEAH!" He pulled out of Khaled's ass so he could grab the other two by the hair as he began to explode. His hips bucked as the pleasure swept over his body, and the first massive jet of cum launched down Resnick's throat, and then the next.
De Vries wasn't going to miss out though: he forced his mouth around Jeremy's erupting head to get his share. One glob escaped and hit Resnick on the cheek before de Vries got into position, but then he sealed his lips around the glans and began sucking the jizz down as fast as Jeremy could produce it. The volume dropped off as he finished coming, but he'd provided the outfielder a healthy protein shake.
He'd barely finished shooting when Josh grabbed his dick back and gave it a good squeeze, determined to get any drop his teammate might've missed. With a groan Jeremy provided him one last pearl that he licked up eagerly. Only when it was clear that the well had run dry did he wipe up the streak running down his cheek and lick his finger clean.
"Holy shit this is hot," de Vries panted. His erection was flushed deep red, so hard it practically quivered, and his nipples stood out stiffly; Resnick was in a similar state.
"You guys like suckin' my dick, huh?"
They both nodded. "Low key, this is intense as fuck," Resnick said. "I'm so fuckin' horny right now."
"How 'bout you Khaled? You look ready for some action." Jeremy nestled his hand back in the infielder's ass crack and began tracing lazy circles around his fluttering hole. All three of them watched him intently as he took in a shaky breath. "You wanna have some more fun?" The infielder gave a quick, eager nod, and Jeremy eased his fingers back in. When he hit the student's prostate the jock whimpered and pushed back, biting his lower lip as Jeremy resumed slowly fingering him.
"Holy shit," Paul breathed, "look at him." He began slowly jacking himself as he watched.
"Yeah, you like that don't you buddy? A little ass play to get you nice and hot for your coach?" Jeremy asked. His fingers worked in and out, stimulating and stretching and making the infielder suck in his breath. "Feels good, huh?"
"Unhh...yeah." Khaled's eyes were half-shut as Jeremy's fingering got him more and more worked up. He reached for his dick but his coach swatted his hand away again.
"Not yet buddy, you've got a while before you get to do that. You guys too, hands off your dicks a little longer."
They obeyed unhappily. "But Coach--" Resnick started to whine.
"I said knock it off. You'll get off, don't worry." He turned back to their teammate. "Darryl here isn't quite ready though." He ran his free hand down the athlete's quivering torso, sliding into his bush without touching more than the base of his shaft.
"He looks pretty fuckin' ready Coach," de Vries said, eyeing the precum dribbling freely from his slit. "You too," he added, nodding at Jeremy's dick: the older man was already starting to chub up again. He'd always recovered pretty fast after he came, but since he'd started using the whatever-it-was he bounced back in record time.
"Not yet," Jeremy said, "I've only got two fingers in there. Wanna go for three Khaled?" The player bit his lip and closed his eyes, nodding rapidly; he'd loosened up fast. The straighter they are, the harder they fall, Jeremy thought. Shit, look at me...
"What about us Coach?" Resnick asked. The horny player was keeping his hand off his dick, at least for now, but he was rubbing all around it and playing with his balls in a way that said his control was starting to slip.
"Hmmm...you liked watching your buddies suck my cock, didn't you champ?" He rubbed Khaled's sweet spot as he asked, causing the player to whimper before letting out a strangled "Yeah."
"Wellll...tell you what: you get 'em to make out so we can watch, and you'll get that third finger in there."
"Guys..." Khaled groaned. "Come on..." His hips gyrated slightly as Jeremy ran his fingers around the inside of his sphincter.
"You owe us man," de Vries said, but he'd barely finished speaking when Resnick's mouth was pressed to his.
"Nice," Jeremy muttered appreciatively. Shit, these two were as into it as Eric and Tyler had been that first night. He watched them tongue wrestle for a minute, tugging his dick fully hard. De Vries had grabbed Resnick's head in both hands as he leaned down to tongue-fuck the shorter player
Khaled broke into his thoughts. "Coach..."
"Yeah, I haven't forgotten you. Resnick, de Vries, hop up on the couch there before you wreck your knees." He jerked his chin towards the beat-up sofa across from his desk.
"Sure thing Coach," Josh said, "good idea." He jumped to his feet and his taller teammate followed--but not before Paul took a second to eye the hard-on in front of him. The two of them sank onto the sofa and embraced hungrily, with de Vries throwing one lightly-furred thigh over Resnick's and their hands roaming freely; Jeremy licked his lips at the sight of their hard ons bumping against each other.
He slid his fingers out of Darryl's hole. "Get behind my desk and bend over," he instructed, pulling his chair out of the way so the the first baseman could get into position. What a sight this was gonna be, watching those two get it on while he took Khaled's cherry. "Spread those cheeks for me Khaled. Lemme see your hole. Yeah...that's it...very nice." It was a beautiful sight: two globes of hard muscle lightly covered with black hair, and in the middle...Jeremy ran his index finger along the furry crack until the tip reached the puckered flesh at its base. It quivered at his touch, and the ball player gripped his ass tighter to stretch it open. "Mmm..." Jeremy hummed in approval, "that's it champ." He reached over and squirted a generous glob of lube onto his right fingers before pressing them against Khaled's hole. The stud sucked in his breath as Jeremy applied pressure, but didn't complain. A couple of times he twitched and let out a little grunt; Jeremy took a brief pause to let him get used to it. He was almost to his second knuckles when he realized the other two had paused their activity to watch intently.
"Check it out Khaled, your buds are loving our little show." He grinned at the other two. "Aren't you, guys?"
"Yeah," Josh managed, a little breathlessly. Paul nodded agreement. Jeremy twisted his fingers slowly and their eyes widened at the sight of Darryl groaning and squirming.
"How do you like having three fingers in there Khaled?" he asked, pushing. Past the second knuckle now; the ring's resistance was fading fast as it adjusted.
"Aah...aahh...kind of a tight fit Coach," he said hoarsely. "Feels good though." Jeremy began pumping his digits in and out slowly. "Unnhhhuhh..."
"You want me to go deeper?" Jeremy asked. "All the way in?" Khaled grunted and nodded urgently; then bit his lip when Jeremy's palm pressed his ass. "That's it champ, you've got my fingers in there all the way.... Take a deep breath for me...good. You're doing great. Just think about how good it feels...relax into it...that's it...." Khaled's hips began rolling slightly as his hole loosened; he was coming along nicely. Jeremy took a look between the jock's legs: trapped by the side of the desk his dick was pointing straight down and still good and hard. Jeremy twisted his fingers and watched it jump; very nice.
He grinned at the other two players' lust-filled faces: they'd stopped making out while they watched, but were stroking each other now. He didn't say anything, just continued sliding his fingers in and out. Khaled began pushing back as he loosened up, little whimpers escaping him each time Jeremy worked his prostate. His hands still clutched his ass cheeks, holding them open in invitation, but Jeremy didn't need them now: the dark-haired jock's hole wasn't resisting him anymore at all. The opposite in fact. Good: time to take the alpha jock down another peg in front of the other two troublemakers. Get him to submit and they'd follow along. "Look at your buddies Darryl." He tangled his fingers in the stud's wavy hair and gently lifted his head to take in his buddies' play. "Look at them while you tell me what you want."
There was only a brief pause before the player's dick and prostate overrode any reluctance he might've still had. "Finger my ass Coach," he panted. "Fuckin' slide 'em in there."
Instead Jeremy pulled his fingers out and positioned himself behind the first baseman's ass; when he brushed his shaft along Khaled's crack the athlete sucked in his breath and his hips twitched. Jeremy grinned: he knew when a guy was ready for his dick, and Darryl was there. "What do think guys," he asked the two on the couch, "should I slide my dick in there?"
They nodded eagerly. "Fuck him Coach," de Vries said with a hungry look on his face; Resnick had the same expression.
Jeremy pumped another shot of lube onto his hand and coated his dick, then placed his head at his player's hole where he began slipping in almost effortlessly. Khaled whined and pulled his ass cheeks apart even farther even though his hole didn't need any more stretching at this point: now it was about getting filled. What a hot fuckin' slut, Jeremy thought, awesome. He paused when the ridge of his head hit Khaled's ring and held it there, letting the thickest part of his cock finish opening the virgin's hole.
"Coach," he gasped, "what're you doing? Don't stop man..." He pooched his ass back, trying to sink onto Jeremy's pole but Jeremy pressed his chest onto his desk, pinning him in place; the jock let out a frustrated whine.
"See those tracks on the desk Khaled? One of your buddies left those there last night. Why don't you lick 'em up and then I'll give you what you want."
de Vries and Resnick's faces were mirror images of lust as they watched Khaled tongue the desk; Resnick's eyes widened when his gaze flickered to the desk's front and the multiple streaks painting it. He started pumping de Vries's dick faster.
"You guys like watching me take your buddy's cherry?" They both nodded with whispered "fuck yeah"s. "I like watching too. You two looked so damn good sucking my cock...why don't you show me how good you are at blowing each other? You get a 69 going on and you can watch me fuck Khaled's brains out."
"Do it," Darryl begged. It was hard to tell how much of his eagerness was to get off, and how much was to watch his teammates in action. Hot either way though.
They didn't waste any time. De Vries pivoted onto his back with his calves hanging over the edge of the sofa and his dick standing up proudly. He'd just settled his head back before Resnick was climbing on top of him, one leg on the floor for balance while he braced his hand next to Paul's hip. They both moaned in satisfaction as their mouths swallowed each other in one synchronized move. Khaled joined them with a louder groan of his own as his coach's cock slid deep into his hole.
Jeremy blew out a satisfied breath as the ball player's slick guts wrapped around his shaft. "Fuck you've got a great ass," he grunted as he finished sliding in. He paused once he was balls-deep, letting the virgin adjust to losing his cherry. Khaled's breathing was ragged, and it wasn't long before he started squirming experimentally, trying to figure out how he could get his coach's shaft to hit that magic spot. When Jeremy started rocking his hips slowly Khaled let go of his ass to grip the desk's edge instead, bracing himself. Jeremy took the hint and began lazily pumping, each stroke a bit longer than the one before.
"Uaah--fuck!" the jock whimpered, "Oh fuck! Nnngggaahhhharderrrr!" Jeremy grabbed the jock's hips and pulled them back, ramming Darryl's ass onto his crotch. "UNHH!" he began, and then continued with a series of yelps as Jeremy began power fucking him. "Yah, yah, yah," he panted as he pushed back, "do it Coach! I'm so fuckin' close!"
The pair on the couch added their own hungry moans to his: they were too wrapped up now in their mutual cock sucking to pay attention to anything else. Resnick especially was almost frantic as he swallowed de Vries's shaft almost to the base. It might've been a newfound love of cock, or maybe it was the finger de Vries had lodged in his ass, but he was quivering like a man about to blow his load. De Vries had better be ready to swallow a gusher.
Jeremy was ready to nut himself. College wasn't that long ago, but back then if he'd gotten off twice on a night he'd be happy. Now here he was ready to blow his third load in less than 12 hours though, and it was going to be a big one again. It was that tight jock ass, he knew--now that he'd discovered how good it felt he just couldn't get enough. His dick was feeling better and better with every thrust, that warm glow in his groin growing each time their bodies slapped together. He paused after one especially deep thrust, holding Khaled's hips against his while he ground on him good and deep. The jock's slick grip massaged his entire length and he groaned, his head falling back as he bred the alpha stud. Rolling his hips, he kept his dick barely moving as he edged himself, the delicious friction pushing him closer and closer. He could feel his nuts pulling up as he got near to unloading, and his grip tightened on Khaled's hips as his body started tensing up.
It was Resnick who came first though. "AAAUUNGH!!" De Vries's fat pole popped out of his mouth as he collapsed, his eyes squeezed shut and his round face flushed red as he exploded. His hips bucked and he smashed his face into de Vries's thick bush, moaning in ecstasy as his spunk filled his teammate's throat. De Vries began to cough as the volume of liquid overwhelmed him but he hung in there, swallowing as fast as he could. Unfortunately Resnick's leg was blocking most of his view, but Jeremy could picture the cum and saliva leaking out of Paul's mouth as he choked down his shorter teammate's cock.
The thought turned him on even more and he lengthened his strokes again, nearly ready to nut. When he reached around to grab the bottom's dick it was rock hard, with a generous slick of precum along it; the player jerked at his touch. "Fuck me Coach, fuck me!" he panted, squirming; Jeremy wondered if he realized they were reliving his and Ollie's adventure from the other night.
Jeremy squeezed his eyes shut in concentration and slowed his thrusts back down, forcing himself back from the brink. Eyes on the prize, he reminded himself. He was moving in slow motion again, Khaled pushing back hungrily onto his dick as he desperately tried to get off. He grabbed the infielder's thick hair and pulled his head around, forcing the horny jock to meet his gaze. "You gonna talk to anybody about what goes on in my office?"
"No Coach, no! Nobodyaaaahh!" His ass clamped down and his dick twitched as Jeremy's cock slid deep into him again; his eyelids fluttered. "Uhhhhnnn..."
"What about your buddies?" He jerked his chin at the other two. Resnick had recovered enough to pop de Vries's dick back in his mouth, but the frat boy was watching them out of the corner of his eye.
"No, no," Khaled panted, "we'll all keep quiet, I swear! Ah fuuuck, I'm fuckin' close! C'mon Coach!" he pled, "Please! We won't say a thing! Just don't stop!!" This time when he pushed his hips back Jeremy let him. The warm ring milked his dick the way he loved and he could feel himself starting to tremble.
"All right," he grunted, "take it." He pulled out until just his tip was left inside Khaled's hole and then he rammed home, pounding the player against his desk. He began power fucking mercilessly, using his grip on the jock's dick to control their rhythm. "Take it!" he repeated as the cum boiled up from his balls, "Take it!!" With that he began painting Khaled's guts, wet slapping sounds filling the office as he filled his hole to overflowing.
Three thrusts in he felt the first pulse as Khaled exploded into his hand. "Ahuhh! Ahuhh! Ahuhh! Fuck yes!! Fuck!" he cried out as Jeremy jerked him off. "Oh shit! Fuck me! FUCK ME COACH!" His cum was dripping through Jeremy's fingers as he shot his wad--it was a helluva load--and Jeremy growled in satisfaction as the smell hit him. Or maybe that was his: he could feel warm liquid starting to drip down his ball sack. GodDAMN did he love this!
As his vision cleared he realized they weren't the only ones to get their happy ending: he'd missed it somehow, but muffled moans and spasms from the couch said that de Vries was getting his too. Josh was taking it like a champ, eyes closed in concentration as he jacked his buddy's shaft, sucking him off without missing a drop. That is one enthusiastic cocksucker, Jeremy thought in admiration--something to file away for later. He sighed in satisfaction as he continued pumping Khaled's ass, enjoying the last pleasurable twinges while he watched the show. The bottom was still squirming himself as Jeremy squeezed the last few drops out of him and they both slowly caught their breath.
Jeremy wiped his slimy hand off on Khaled's torso, smearing cum into his bush and over his abs. Let him think about that when he showered off, he thought. When Jeremy pulled out the first baseman whimpered faintly and his hips pushed back ever so slightly. Let him think about that too.
"All right you three, get dressed and get outta here. I've got work to do." Starting with airing out the office sex funk before someone else figured things out.
Darryl pressed his torso up from the desk and turned to give him a pleading look; he didn't seem to realize his ass was still pooched out. "Can we shower here first Coach?"
"No." Jeremy kept his tone neutral, but it left no doubt who was in charge. "Not unless you want someone else dropping in. You wanna explain what you three were up to in here? Why de Vries has Resnick's cum all over his face?" With a murmured "shit" the tall outfielder sat up and wiped his chin; his eyes were wide in his square face as he realized just how much juice had leaked out. Josh mimicked his move, clearly relieved to find nothing but dry skin. At some point it'd probably sink in what that meant for his enthusiasm levels, but not just yet. "Yeah, didn't think so." He paused, letting them chew that over for a few seconds. "We had some fun," he said, lightly kneading Khaled's ass, "but now we're done and we've all got shit to do. You guys are gonna play just like you did before; you do better, you get more play time. You fuck up, we're gonna talk. Same as Tyler, same as everyone else on the team. Anything else that happens--" he gestured at the three of them "has nothing to do with the team. So get dressed, get out, and get focused on playing your asses off. That's all." He slapped Khaled's ass once for emphasis, then grabbed his clothes off the floor to a trio of murmured "Yes, Coach"s.
There was no more conversation as the other three got dressed; now that their sexual frenzy had faded they clearly had a lot to think about. Jeremy wondered where they'd land: Eric had taken to dick like a fish to water, and from a couple of remarks the twins had let slip it seemed like they were hooking up with Kevin on the regular too. After today he was pretty sure his little pheromone theory was right; was there some sort of permanent effect too? Time would tell.
Done dressing, the three failed blackmailers headed out, muttering "Later, Coach" on the way out. They still looked shell-shocked, especially Khaled, but de Vries and Resnick exchanged a quick look that made Jeremy think maybe their shared experience wasn't over yet. Interesting.... He'd have to see what developed, but in the mean time he had some cleaning up to do.
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It was four days later when some of his suspicions were confirmed. After swapping blowjobs in his car the next day he'd told Tyler what'd happened: he couldn't leave the catcher in the dark in case the trio tried to renege on their deal--unlikely, but better to be prepared. The guy was understandably worried, but Jeremy convinced him that the other three were going to be more worried about the dirt he had on them than anything else. "Plus, I think they were pretty into it. Wouldn't surprise me if at least one of them comes back looking for more, now that they've had a taste. Just like our other two." They both knew he meant the recent "recruits." Jeremy supposed he was a pretty recent convert to the cause himself, but he'd been getting so much dick lately it was becoming hard to remember what being with a woman was like. Not that he'd forgotten, but with the taste of Tyler's load still fresh in his mouth his memories of eating pussy seemed like some sort of distant dream.
"You think?" Tyler asked doubtfully. "I mean, those guys are totally straight, I'm sure of it. Darryl gets laid every weekend with some random."
"Not Sunday they weren't," Jeremy promised. He hesitated, not sure how much to tell the catcher: he'd told them the "deodorant" was just some steroids, but if they started worrying about the other side effects they might not be happy at all. He'd told the guys he was using it himself for his back to reassure them it was safe, but things had definitely gotten strange and that might not be a lot of comfort. The side effects were a complete surprise of course--he hadn't started his new job looking blow one of his star players in a camp ground parking lot--but they might not see it that way. But he had to say something before Tyler or the twins started coming up with their own theories--ones that might be a lot worse. "I think...there's some sort of pheromone thing going on. From the, you know, stuff we've been using. The way they were acting..."
"Huh." Tyler looked thoughtful. "Eric is definitely way hornier when we're hanging out after a workout...and I think Kevin is too. I know at least a couple of times he's snuck off with one of the twins when we're in practice."
"Mmhmm," Jeremy nodded, thinking back to what a turn-on Tyler's jock had been. If he didn't have access to its owner he was sure he'd be jacking off with it daily. "Anyone else, you think?"
Tyler looked up, thinking. "Maybe...I don't think so. I mean, from what Eric said Andy and Ollie have been hooking up, but maybe that's been going on for a lot longer? But I thought Darryl and Josh and Paul were straight so...I dunno. Oh shit." He paused, looking simultaneously embarrassed and enlightened. "I've kinda, um, been hooking up with my roommate Brian too. Just a couple of times--he's pretty hardcore Mormon--but I'm pretty sure he's been going through my laundry when I'm not around. There's definitely some extra cum stains in there." His brows narrowed as he followed his train of thought. "You know, some of the guys...you know it's just horsing around and shit but, like...there's more 'no homo' shit going on lately after practice than earlier. I thought it was just me, y'know, wishful thinking, but..." he nodded slowly to himself, "yeah, maybe there's something." He looked sideways at Jeremy, his expression equal parts considering and lustful. "You think so Coach? I mean, I've kinda been thinking about guys for a while now. But, like, all those other guys? How about you?"
Jeremy had already considered that one, and he knew the answer, but having some of his players claim "you turned me gay" would make the Arizona shit show look like a beach vacation. He'd be utterly ruined. So he nodded slowly. "Yeah...me too I guess. I think that's one of the reasons our marriage fell apart: there was something missing. I just didn't realize what it was until...well, until you came along." It wasn't a complete lie--God knew he'd never obsessed over pussy like he had with Tyler's tight hole.
The catcher grinned in satisfaction. "So I turned ya gay, huh Coach?"
Jeremy chuckled, although he doubted Tyler realized it was in relief. "Yeah, I guess you did." He ruffled Tyler's wavy hair. "You and your fine ass."
"Yeah it is," the player agreed, still smiling. "You think there's other guys on the team who are thinking about it?"
"Wouldn't surprise me; it's a great ass. And tons of guys experiment in college, right? So who knows, you might find a couple more who are kinda curious."
"Looks like you did anyway Coach," Tyler quipped. "Wish I'd been there." He sighed briefly, obviously imagining the scene Jeremy had sketched out briefly. "Shit, I gotta go: I'm supposed to meet my study group in 20 minutes. Can you drop me off near campus? Not too close," he added hurriedly.
"Sure thing champ. Just wipe your chin off before I let you out." They shared a laugh and then Jeremy started the car, feeling more relieved than he had in a while. This whole thing could maybe fly under the radar after all; he just had to keep it from getting too crazy before the season ended.
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It might've been relief from dodging the blackmailers and deflecting Tyler (and hopefully he'd bring the twins along), but the next day's practice seemed to fly by. It didn't hurt that their AD had stopped by to tell him Ron had decided to officially retire at the end of the season, and they were "seriously considering" Jeremy as a permanent replacement. Jeremy felt sorry for the old coach--he'd given Jeremy a chance when no one else would look at his resume--but he supposed if he'd had a near-death experience he'd want to retire too. At least his stroke rehab was coming along pretty well, and he was swinging by the office a little and making the occasional game. He got tired fast, and he had a cane now, but Jeremy was genuinely happy to see him up and about. And his advice was still solid; Jeremy's ego didn't have a problem reaching out to a senior guy, and Ron still knew the team better than Jeremy in some ways. Just not biblically.
Feeling in a good mood, and optimistic about their prospects for the weekend's home games (the Vikings weren't exactly a powerhouse this year), he decided to work out before doing some follow-up paperwork back in his office. It was a nice spring evening in the 60s, perfect for a 10k run, and by the time he got back he felt good and energized. He bumped into Brett on the way to his office, and the two of them chatted for a couple minutes; a little subtle questioning revealed that Khaled and crew hadn't asked his assistant coach for any special favors. Good, that seemed sorted out.
Funny though, he thought as he passed through the locker room: he'd never gotten a vibe that Brett was looking for something to happen. He was a good-looking guy in his 40s, and Jeremy wouldn't have fought him off just because he was 15 years older. But: nada. Nothing like the locker room goings-on: now that Tyler had mentioned it it was hard to miss: the butt slaps that lasted a fraction of a second longer than normal, the way the guys stood up close and touched his arm or shoulder when they were talking to him, the little peeks everyone seemed to be sneaking. Yeah, for whatever reason Brett was looking more like an exception than the rule. Probably for the best: Jeremy had enough to juggle with a bunch of horny 20-year-olds without his coaching staff getting into the mix.
He did like their enthusiasm though, he thought as he shut up the locker room. The three he'd given the hormone/whatever it was treatment too weren't too surprising, but Eric was as thirsty a fucker as they were. One finger up his ass and he was ready to go, same as Ollie. God, the fucking twins. Andy seemed to have as little interest in getting fucked as Jeremy did, but that didn't stop him from giving a first-class blowjob. And the two of them together, or with one of the catchers...Jeremy felt himself getting lightheaded with lust as he pictured the possibilities. God, the taste of Tyler's cum had barely faded and he was already thinking about sex again! It was crazy and he knew it--but that didn't stop the bulge in his shorts from growing.
As he turned out the lights he noticed someone had left their duffel bag behind. Well, they could pick it up tomorrow--it'd be fine locked in here for the night. It was time for him to hit the shower and drain his balls again. He headed to his office at a brisk walk.
He'd barely pulled his tee shirt off though when there was a knock at his door, followed instantly by a ball cap-clad head; it was Josh Resnick. "Hey Coach I left my duffel--oh hey! Um...sorry." He stood half-in the office, brows raised uncertainly as he took in Jeremy's state of undress. Jeremy noticed the outfielder's brown eyes flicking down briefly though before he met his questioning gaze. Interesting...
"'Sokay Josh, I was just getting ready to hit the shower. Just had a quick run--great night for it." He tossed his sweaty tee shirt to the player, who caught it automatically. "Put that in my gym bag will you?" he asked as he kicked off his running shoes, "Thanks." He put the shoes in the pile with his cleats and other gear near his desk, then pulled off his socks. When he turned around Josh twitched and jerked his hands down; he was still holding Jeremy's shirt. His round cheeks burned red when Jeremy cocked a knowing eyebrow at him: no question he'd been huffing it.
"I'll just uh...put it here Coach?" he stammered, trying to pretend he hadn't seen the gym bag on the couch next to him. He still hadn't let the shirt go.
"Yeah, that's good," Jeremy said, and walked up to take the shirt. "Here, I'll get it. Kinda sweaty, huh?" The frat boy nodded marginally, eyes wide. "You don't mind though do you bud?" he asked, gently prying the garment free. "I mean, it's good sweat, right?" He brushed the fabric lightly across Resnick's chin, while his free arm leaned against the office door and eased it shut. Josh took a deep breath and his eyelids got heavy. "Brings back some good memories, doesn't it champ?" he said softly. This close he could see the pulse in the player's temple, not quite hidden by his wavy brown hair or Sig Ep cap. "I know I've got some good memories," he said in a low voice. "Really good ones." Josh swallowed nervously as he stood there, frozen. Not completely paralyzed though: a quick glance at the front of his jeans looked like there was a bulge starting to fill out.
"I'm--I'm not gay, Coach," he stammered.
"Course not," Jeremy said soothingly. "But you're in college. Everyone experiments a little, right? Gets curious," he brushed the damp tee across the frat boy's chin again, "tries things..." He leaned in closer. "Fun things..." he breathed into the player's ear; Resnick sighed at the sensation.
"Did you really forget your duffel Josh? Or did you just to visit with your ol' coach?" His tongue flicked along the edge of the jock's ear, and Jeremy could smell the shampoo he'd used a little while ago. "Were you waiting for me? Waiting for me to change?" This time the touch of his tongue evoked a faint whimper, and when Jeremy's left fingers found a nipple he wasn't surprised that it was already stiff. "You know my cock was already hard when you walked in?" He gently nipped the junior's earlobe. "I was getting ready to jerk off in the shower when you showed up." He twisted the nipple, and the next whimper wasn't so faint. "I was so horny..." he murmured.
The young jock didn't say a word, but his wrist rotated until his left hand was cupping Jeremy's package, then sliding up to explore his length.
"You've been horny too, haven't you bud?" he continued, nuzzling the student's neck. "Thinking about how much fun we had, how hot it was..." When his teeth raked the soft skin Josh's eyes closed and he moaned. Jeremy slid his hand up to grip the outfielder's head; his thumb caressed the freshly-shaved cheek while his lips moved back to the player's ear. "You ready to suck my cock again?"
Resnick's "yes" was almost to faint to hear, but the way his hand began jacking Jeremy's dick was enough of an answer.
"Yeah you are," Jeremy agreed. "Get that hoody off, then come get comfortable with me on the couch." Jeremy shucked off his running shorts and sat down on one end, tossing his gym back to the floor to make room for the player. Jeremy admired Resnick's nearly-smooth chest for a moment, with its well-developed pecs and faint trail of light brown chest hair in the middle, flanked by those perky pink nipples, then patted the sofa cushion. "Settle down here," he indicated, "it'll save your knees from kneeling on the tile." Josh obeyed promptly, settling on all fours; he didn't wait for Jeremy's invitation to wrap his lips around his coach's hard on.
"Ah yeah...just like that...that feels great," Jeremy sighed as he rubbed Josh's scalp. "Damn that feels great..." Josh's tongue was swirling around his head, each pass around the ridge sending pleasurable tingles through his groin. The feel of warm lips sliding down his shaft made him groan, and he felt his dick pulse as it released a healthy drop of precum. Josh grunted hungrily and increased his suction in response, swallowing him even deeper.
"You like that taste?" Jeremy asked. The ball player's affirmative noise was muffled but enthusiastic, and he fumbled to undo his jeans with one hand while keeping up the blow job. "Yeah you do," Jeremy sighed. He ran his right hand along Josh's smooth back, sliding his fingers under the wasitband of his boxer briefs and along the cleft of his ass. The fabric was tight, even with the jeans unbuttoned, and it took him a couple of minutes to work past the furry part to the smooth pucker. "You need to wear a jock next time," he sighed.
Josh moved his mouth to Jeremy's balls, jacking his shaft slowly. "Why's that?" he asked--not even a question about whether there would be a next time. Jeremy felt his cock pulse at the thought.
"So I can finger your ass better," Jeremy said. He pushed at the opening to make his point and felt the muscular ring quiver.
Resnick's eyelids quivered briefly from the stimulation. "Oh," he croaked, "yeah." He sucked in his breath lightly and closed his eyes as Jeremy's fingertip began probing. "Yeah." Jeremy pushed lightly and sank into the first knuckle without resistance. "Unhhh..." the athlete whined, then wrapped his lips back around Jeremy's shaft. His technique wasn't anything like Tyler's, but it was still a blow job, and his enthusiasm made up for a lot. Especially since the deeper Jeremy's finger went the more energetic his knob job got.
"That's it stud," Jeremy encouraged, "you're doing great. Such a good cock sucker," he sighed, settling lower. His finger was well past the second knuckle, and when he started sliding it around the outfielder gave a muffled yelp and redoubled his efforts.
"Why don't you get naked?" Jeremy suggested, "Make my job easier?" He extracted his hand so the player could get up, happy to notice a dark spot where Resnick's dick head was outlined against the briefs' fabric. While he was shucking the last of his clothes Jeremy took the opportunity to jump up and fish out the Astroglide from his desk drawer. Resnick stood there with his cock standing straight out, the cut head red and glistening, and watched him pump a squirt onto his fingers. When Jeremy walked back to the couch the player didn't say a word; just turned around and bent over, hands braced on the back of the couch and feet spread.
Jeremy gave him a crooked grin as he approached. "I saw you watching me and Khaled, you horny bastard. Guess you wanted some of that, huh?"
Resnick nodded eagerly, his face flushed. "Uh huh." When Jeremy pried his cheeks apart with his left hand he pooched his ass out without being asked. Jeremy admired the view briefly: Resnick's stockier build was closest to Tyler's, and it was a pleasure plowing that ass. He had no doubt this one would be just as good to his dick. He squirted some lube on it in anticipation, shivering when he spread it around, then pressed one digit against the student's pucker to grease it up.
Resnick let out a long "haaaaaaahhhh" as Jeremy's finger slid easily into him, and his head dropped. "Shit yeah," he sighed, and began pushing his hips back against Jeremy's slow probing. "Yeah, that's it....mmMMM." He jerked when Jeremy's finger pressed into his prostate. "UH! Right there Coach," he gasped, "there! Fuck!" His hips bucked.
Jeremy took a moment to admire the sight in front of him: the smooth globes with their dusting of light brown hair thickening and darkening as it grew closer to the tender center, the lightly-furred thighs and calves quivering with excitement, and the glimpse of shaved nuts hanging just below his target. It was gorgeous.
But he'd done a lot of doggy style lately and felt like changing it up a bit. Plus, Resnick's comments left him with a sneaking suspicion he wanted to test out; not a big deal, but it would be kind of hot if he was right. So he withdrew his finger, lingering to trace the jock's taint before he sat back down on the couch. "C'mere and sit on my lap," he instructed.
Josh eyed him with equal parts lust and nervousness. "Your dick's a lot bigger than a finger, Coach," he said. The way he licked his lips said it wasn't going to be a deal-breaker though.
"Just sit on my lap," Jeremy repeated, "don't worry about that." He wrapped his hand around Josh's shaft and gave him a tug and the junior promptly settled into position, straddling him on his knees so their hard ons were touching. Jeremy squirted a glob of lube into his right hand and gripped them tight. "There we go," he said, and gave them a long tight stroke that made the ball player gasp. "Feels good, huh Josh?"
"Uh huh!" he gasped, "that's sick as fuck."
"Yeah it is," Jeremy agreed. He held up the bottle of lube in his free hand. "Now why don't you get your ass loosened up for your coach's dick?"
"Uh Coach, I don't--" he started to protest, but it turned into a gasp when Jeremy twisted his wrist, rubbing their sensitive heads together.
"Just do it Resnick," Jeremy instructed, "just like when you jerk off. When you imagine me fucking you like I did Khaled." The frat boy's brown eyes widened in surprise, and Jeremy knew he'd hit home. "Show me how you fingered yourself the last time you rubbed one out," he urged, "lemme see." He wiggled the bottle of lube. Josh held his right hand up wordlessly for Jeremy to coat, then reached around to find his back door. He sighed as his digit slid home, the sound becoming a moan as Jeremy rewarded him with a series of vigorous strokes.
"Aw fuck, Coach!" he wailed, "fuck!"
"How many fingers you got in there champ?" Jeremy asked.
"Just the one," Josh panted, "but, Jesus!"
"How many'd you get in last time you did it?"
"Two," he grunted.
"Well get 'em in there then," Jeremy urged, "open that ass up for me." He was starting to breath heavily himself: the cock-on-cock friction was unbelievably hot.
"Yes," the red-faced player hissed, "fuck. Yes." He began pumping his hips into Jeremy's grip, panting rhythmically as his fingers matched the pace Jeremy was setting. His dick was warm and rock-hard against Jeremy's, and he began whimpering as they slid over each other.
Within a couple of minutes it was clear that Josh had gotten his fingers as far in as they would go. "You ready to get fucked?" Jeremy asked; he already knew the answer by looking at Josh's face.
"Uh huh," the outfielder panted; he was already lifting his hips up. The moment Jeremy's glans found his hole he began sinking down on it. No question he hadn't done this before: his ring still wasn't loosened up enough for Jeremy to slide in, and he stopped before he'd taken more than the head. Jeremy had to take some deep breaths for a different reason though: the kid was gripping him like a vice, and all the foreplay had gotten him closer to coming than he'd realized.
"Just take it slow Josh, no rush," he said soothingly. "Take a deep breath and relax, push out a little. You're gonna feel so good with my dick inside you," he promised, "you'll see."
"It's so big," Josh panted, eyes squeezed shut; his dick had started to soften slightly.
"Yeah it is," Jeremy said. He wasn't anywhere near Ollie's league, but he wasn't going to turn down the compliment. "It's all yours champ." He nuzzled one pec, teasing the tender nipple with his lips. "Just chill and let me in. My fat cock is gonna make you feel so fuckin' good.... Just like Darryl--you're gonna love it." He tugged on the sensitive nub with his teeth and Josh jerked with a muffled squeak; no question his nips were plugged right in to the fun center of his brain. When he recovered his ass had loosened slightly, and Jeremy felt himself sink a fraction deeper. "That's it, open up for me," he murmured as his lips moved from one smooth pec to the other, "show me what you've got bud." His next bite was stronger, and Josh's gasp louder--but his ring loosened up even more.
He looked up and grinned. "You like that huh?" he asked knowingly.
The flustered-looking jock nodded and swallowed. "'S pretty sick," he managed to get out. Between the foreplay, the dick prying his ass open, and the nipple play his brain was probably getting pretty well-scrambled by now. Not to mention whatever effect the pheromone stuff might be having. If was anything like what Jeremy felt when his face was buried in Tyler's crotch it was probably pretty damn intense. "Do it again," he urged.
"Sure thing," Jeremy said lazily, "like this?" He sucked hard on the first nipple, giving it a good bite this time, and Josh grunted. His ring quivered against Jeremy's glans then suddenly yielded, and with that Jeremy finished taking his cherry. "That's it," he cooed, "I'm inside you now. Take your time, let me fill you up. It's gonna feel so good when you start riding me." He moved back to the other nipple, feeling Josh's glorious ass enveloping him as he worked on the sensitive pec. The outfielder took a shuddering breath as he lowered himself, then paused when he finally bottomed out with his balls nestled in Jeremy's pubes. They were both breathing heavily, although for different reasons: while Josh was only half-hard Jeremy was struggling not to come.
"Holy shit," Josh finally said, "I wasn't sure I could do it, but..."
"You wanted it so bad," Jeremy finished his sentence for him; Josh nodded. "How's it feel?"
"Big!" Josh said, not unhappily, "But...better. That thing you did..."
"This?" Jeremy asked, nibbling on his other nipple.
Josh squirmed at his touch. "Yeah, that...uh...no one's ever--ah!--I didn't know that could... aahhh... feel... like that," he finished weakly. His dick was twitching in time with his pulse as it rose backup. "That's really hot...ohh shit..." His squirming had increased to the point where he'd started rocking on Jeremy's cock, and now he was discovering another set of sensations to enjoy.
Jeremy tool a break from his mouth action to appreciate the sensations racing across Josh's round face: surprise, pleasure, eagerness, lust. "Startin' to feel good, huh?"
Josh braced his hands on Jeremy's shoulders as he started rocking his hips experimentally. "This is so fuckin' intense," he said, his voice thick. "Holy shit Coach...your fuckin' cock...." His eyelids fluttered and his lips parted as he began to pant.
"That's it Resnick, ride it," Jeremy said. His own voice was thick as the slick stimulation sent waves of pleasure through his body. "Fuck yourself on my cock..." He wrapped his arms around the player's body, squeezing him tight as their bodies moved against each other. His mouth sucked on the outfielder's pec, but he was having trouble concentrating. Resnick's rigid shaft bounced wetly between them as he ground more enthusiastically and his ass learned to welcome Jeremy's thrusts; soon they were both moaning uncontrollably. "Fuck, your ass feels so fuckin' good," he grunted, grinding up into it.
"Uhhhnn...." Resnick began raising and lowering himself, and his squeezed shut as his prostate began sliding up and down against Jeremy's shaft. "Oh Goood," he groaned, "oh shiiiit...aaaaahh!" His dick turned a deep reddish purple as he starting riding his coach in earnest, and when Jeremy began thrusting up into him the droplets of precum became a cloudy river. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Yes! Shit! Uh! Uh! Harder!" he chanted, letting his head fall back. "Fuck me Coach! Harder!"
The combination of sites and sounds, and the stimulation on his dick, was too much for Jeremy. "Gonna. Make me cum. UNGHH." His balls pulled up and his head fell back as he prepared to erupt. His flailing hand managed to wrap around his player's dick and he began tugging on it in time with the tight ring massaging his own shaft.
Josh's ass bounced up and down, slapping against Jeremy's thrusts as his features screwed up into his O face. "Coach I'm gonna AAAH! GOD!!! AH! AH! AH!" His dick erupted, spraying the wall, the sofa, and the entire front of Jeremy's body from forehead to abs; no wonder Paul had choked trying to swallow it all. His ass clamped down instinctively, and the extra friction was all it took for Jeremy to nut.
"UNNHHH!" He rammed up into the ball player's quivering chute and erupted. He liked getting head, but there was nothing like the feel of a tight ass wrapped around his dick to really get him off. "UNH! UH! Fuck!" His voice joined Josh's as the two of them blew their loads, cum and sweat mingling as they released.
Jeremy let his head flop back as he finally came back to earth. "Shit," he breathed, "I needed that." He could feel semen running down his body in multiple places where Josh had basted him, but he didn't care. If anything, it made the whole experience hotter knowing the effect he'd had. And his player did look suitably stunned: his eyes weren't rolled back in his head anymore, but he had the look of a guy who'd gotten railed good and hard.
"Coach, I--" he began in an unsteady voice, "holy shit." He looked down dazedly, taking in the extent of the load he'd just unleashed. "Wow," he said weakly.
Jeremy smiled lazily up at him while he slowly tugged the junior's slimy cock. "You liked that huh?" he asked. When he lightly pinched a nipple with his free hand the player's cock twitched instinctively.
Josh nodded. "I guess so," he said with a look of wonder. "That was better than, well--"
"Jerking off with a couple of fingers up your ass?" Jeremy finished.
"Way better," Josh admitted, blushing slightly. Jeremy wondered if the outfielder realized the way he'd rocked his hips as he said that. He had a smaller build than Eric, but if that movement was any indication he was going to be as thirsty as the backup catcher. Now that Jeremy's dick wasn't in the driver's seat he was starting to worry a little about this new complication though. He couldn't just have a parade of guys coming into his office to smash, or Josh and his buddies wouldn't be the only ones to figure something was going on. Plus his dick was going to get sore if he had to service all of them.
"Can we, uh, do it again sometime?" Josh asked, interrupting his thoughts.
Jeremy nodded, grinning, "Sure. As long as we're careful. Or maybe there're some other guys you'd like to try stuff with..." He let go of Josh's dick and traced a line up his treasure trail and sternum, then slid two gooey fingers into the outfielder's mouth. "You sure liked sucking Paul's cock," he suggested. Josh nodded as he cleaned his cum off of Jeremy's fingers. "And hearing Tyler getting fucked got you all hot and bothered too, didn't it?"
Josh looked thoughtful as Jeremy slipped his fingers out. "Maybe...I was just surprised when I heard you guys mostly, but yeah...I guess it did kinda make me curious."
"And now you know," Jeremy said.
"Yeah." Josh's mouth twisted in a half-smile as he snorted lightly. "I sure do." He lifted off Jeremy's slowly-deflating cock with a wet pop, shaking his head. "Never thought I'd try something like that." He stood up, his hard-on slowly deflating. "I should go: I told some of the guys I'd meet 'em for dinner in a bit."
"You wanna clean up first?" Jeremy jerked his chin towards his private bathroom.
"Nah I'm fine," the athlete responded as he gathered up his clothes. "You need to though I bet," he added with a sideways grin.
Jeremy grinned back. "Yep, you basted me pretty good." He fished under the couch for the cum rag he knew was there and scrubbed at his chest.
Josh was pulling on his underwear, but his eyes were on Jeremy's body. "Yeah, that--that was something. Sorry about that." He reached for his sweatshirt, but not before a look of lust flashed across his face.
"Hey, I'm not complaining. You always come that much? That was pretty impressive."
Josh shook his head as it popped through his hoodie. "Never like that. You really--it was an experience." The look of lust was back, stronger this time.
Jeremy stood up and put his hands on the athlete's hips. "Yeah it was. You were a champ." His fingers dipped into the back of the waistband, until he was palming the lightly-furred glutes underneath. "You and that ass of yours," he said. God did this guy's body feel great he thought, giving the globes a squeeze. Just knowing his load was up in there was hot. "Fulla my load..." he muttered. Oops, hadn't meant that to be out loud.
"Coach..." Josh sighed, leaning into him. He didn't say another word, but when Jeremy's hands slid lower he leaned in a bit, pulling the scent of sweat and cum deep into his lungs. This was crazy, Jeremy thought, but even as he did he could feel Josh starting to harden again. After getting off twice in an hour he wasn't as ready to go--but his hands slid lower anyways, just to see, and soon enough he had an index finger deep in the ball player's cleft. It wasn't hard to find the tender center, especially with the coating of juice letting him know when he was close. "Nnggh...I should get going" the player sighed--but his hole opened up for Jeremy's fingers without hesitation. "Aaahhhh...." Josh sucked in his breath and gripped Jeremy's back. "Maybe...I could be a little late..." His ass pushed against Jeremy's fingers; he'd already decided whether he knew it or not.
Jeremy maneuvered the horned-up student back to the couch, then pushed him back onto it until he sat. Neither one of them said a word as Jeremy tugged the player's briefs down to his knees and slid two fingers back inside him. His eyes locked on Josh's as he began massaging his hole, the jock biting his lip as he did. His dick was rock-hard again, already leaking, but instead of touching it he reached up and started playing with his nipples. Jeremy smiled: it sure looked like he had another Eric on his hands. "Those fingers feel good?" he asked.
"Uh huh." The flush was back in Josh's face, and when Jeremy tickled his prostate he reddened further and bit his lip. "Yeah," he squeaked.
"Any of the brothers at Sig Ep ever do this for you?"
"No." The first droplet of precum began sliding down the underside of his shaft, and other one began forming immediately.
"Any guys on the team?..." The next droplet was quicker to reach maximum size and follow the first.
"Only you Coach," the jock groaned. He twisted his nipples harder as his hips began moving on their own. "God," he squirmed, "my ass feels so damn good...fuck me again..."
Jeremy was definitely getting back in the mood...but it occurred to him that he'd be better off leaving the stud thirsty. "Maybe another time, if you really want it. Let's just go with this for now." He slid a third finger into the stud's hole, while he wrapped his other hand around the iron-hard dick. No need for lube: the guy was leaking like a sieve as Jeremy milked him.
"Oh shit," Jeremy wailed. His back arched and he began humping into Jeremy's hand, in time with the fingers pushing into his hole.
"Better than jacking off yourself, huh?"
"Shit yeah," Josh panted, "so much better...fuck!" Jeremy had just spread his fingers, stretching out his ring even further.
"As good as my dick?..." Jeremy asked.
Resnick shook his head. "That was better," he gasped, "but--oh fuck! Don't stop!" His balls had pulled up so tight they were barely visible, and his nipple play had taken on a frantic motion.
"You gonna come back to get fucked again?"
The outfielder nodded eagerly. "Hell yeah, Coach," he panted, "hell yeah. Fuuuuck..."
"You gonna suck some more dick?" he asked, burying his face in the player's bush. The smell of fresh sweat rolled off him in waves, mixed with the scent of his crotch and cum, old and new, and Jeremy breathed it in like cologne. Play the long game, he reminded himself: keep the guy wanting more. If he was spending his time thinking about getting fucked, he wouldn't be thinking about stirring shit up.
"Uh huh," Resnick nodded eagerly, squirming from the sensations in his hole and his shaft. "Anytime...uhhhh..." His eyes slid shut as he slid his hands up under his hoody, playing with his nipples.
"I think you and Paul should share my dick again," Jeremy murmured, already picturing it. He lapped around the base of the warm shaft, savoring the mixture of the jock's previous load and the fresh precum his hand had smeared over it.
"Oh...that'd be hot...yeah..." Josh agreed, licking his lower lip.
"Yeah it would," Jeremy sighed. He couldn't hold off any longer though. Josh's dick leapt in his mouth the moment he swallowed it, and the rich taste told the coach that his player was close to the edge already. Good. Jeremy swallowed him in one practiced gulp, letting the student's shaft rest in the back of his throat for a few seconds as he rested his nose in the trimmed brown bush. If he was being honest it wasn't quite as much of a turn-on as going down on Tyler or the twins, but he still enjoyed the hell out of giving head.
Josh wailed as he began bobbing up and down, his head thrashing from side to side against the couch cushion. "Aahhahhuuuuhhaaaaahh!...." He lifted his legs and rested his heels on Jeremy's shoulders, opening himself completely to the fingers and mouth pleasuring him as he squirmed under his coach's touch. "Gonna--AHH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AHHHHHH!!...." His second load wasn't as spectacular as his first, but no question: the guy shot a LOT. And the feel of the warm salty jets filling his mouth was a huge turn-on; Jeremy sucked every drop down hungrily as he drained the outfielder dry. His ring spasmed as he came but Jeremy's fingers pushed back, forcing him open and grinding into his prostate until the young jock's moans faded into whimpers and the jets of semen slowed to a river, and then a trickle.
The taste of fresh cum pushed Jeremy over the edge: there was no way he was not going to get off at this point. With a grunt he jumped to his feet and started beating his meat while Josh watched with a glazed look on his face. He had just enough lube left to keep the friction from being painful, and within 30 seconds his balls were boiling.
"Do it Coach," Josh whispered. His fingers grazed Jeremy's balls, caressing and lightly squeezing as he urged the older man to unleash. He sat up and his lips parted, ready to add some oral stimulation. Jeremy beat him to the punch though, and before the junior could do more than open his mouth Jeremy was coming. He didn't have a lot left in the reservoir: after the first spurt it was more of a trickle. But by then Josh's lips were wrapped around his head, taking over for his right hand and sucking up every drop he had to offer.
"Ah shit...suck it bud," he gasped as his hands left his dick to tangle in the athlete's thick brown hair. Josh grunted and took him in nearly to the root before he had to back off, coughing slightly. But he kept up his eager sucking, even hungrier than he'd been the first time he'd tasted Jeremy's cock. "Yeah, nice..." Jeremy sighed approvingly, "take that load...." He shuddered as Josh's tongue swabbed his sensitive glans, and released another pearl for the ball player to enjoy: his warm wet mouth was everything Jeremy needed right then, the perfect receptacle. "Aaaahh yeahhh...yeah..." His pumping slowed as he finished coming, but he left his dick in place while Resnick finished cleaning him off. "That's it, get it all," he sighed contentedly, "It's all yours. Yeah..." He sighed again as he slid his dick out of the young jock's mouth. Resnick's lips were puffy and wet, and his face was flushed, but the look of satisfaction said everything Jeremy needed to know. His life had definitely just gotten more complicated--but there were worse problems to have. It was going to be one helluva season wrap-up, that was for sure.