Coach Leather smiled. This was working out better than he planned. He hadn't seen any of the fathers before they came up the stairwell, but what he saw of them, he smiled. The 6'2", 212-pound former high school and college sports star that was coaching football across the river was now the willing fuck-toy of some of his players' fathers. Of course, some of the fathers were sucking dick and taking it up the ass, too. Married Bryan was starting to recognize the voices as names were used and he realized who had dicks up his ass and down his throat. This could change things at school if any of the fathers wanted to make any issue of anything.
Two hours later, the 6 men lay spent in Coach Leather's apartment. Bryan still wore his blindfold, unable to remove it by command of his owner. "Gentlemen, I appreciate you coming over and getting to know yer boys' coach better," Coach L began. "I'm sure you all appreciate he'll never touch yer sons. Besides being illegal, it's unethical. "There is a reason I contacted you men, though. Each of your sons has shown an interest in men. While apparently everyone knows about Ralph's sons, I'm sure not everybody knows about these 3 boys." Coach L turned his monitor on and the images of Larry's, Mike's and Tony's sons came into view. "Now, it's my understanding these young men are legal, and from my viewpoint, quite virile." Tony's son, Michael, looked like a younger version of Tony; he was 30, 6, 160, hairy, and his son was the same, only 18. Mike was 36, 6'1, 170, hot bod. His son, Steed (his mother's idea, it turned out), was 6'3", 190, built like a muscled basketball player. Larry was 37, blonde, blue, that stereotypical Greek-God-like physique. His son was not he. Lance was 18 like the others, 5'8, 170, bodybuilder, dark brown hair. Ralph's son was also there. Ralph had a very average body, even for 41. His son was a "stud" as Larry had said. Carlos had dark-skin (from his mother's side, as with the name), 5'11, ripped body. Coach Leather wondered where Bryan had found it; the boy wore a Speedo and left nothing to the imagination, where as the other boys looked like candid shots that would end up in the yearbook. "Yeah, there's the boy that fucked my wife," Larry said. "Well, I pulled a cucumber from his ass a couple of years ago," Ralph snarled. "It was embarrassing." "Doesn't look embarrassed in that picture," Mike observed. "Just bare-assed," Larry roared, laughing. When he stopped, Coach L said, "Here's my proposal, gentlemen. I'm sure you're all professional and wouldn't dream of taking advantage of Bryan in his coaching position with your boys, either on or off the field. However, I'm sure each of you cares about what your boys are doing with their, well, assets." "Lance and Carlos fuck around with each other and me, and the wife," Larry said. "I know about their assets." "Care to share?" Coach Leather interjected. Silence, then, "Damn, you are one smooth fucker, Coach L," Larry said. "When?" "How about after the next game? That's when the coach there will be returning for a visit. You could car pool." "I own a van," Mike volunteered. "Wait. I thought you didn't want the fag to touch our boys?" Ralph asked, turning his attitude back on. "Ralph, the fag', as you so crassly called him, won't touch them, but it's optional for the sons," Coach Leather said. "And don't use the word fag' unless yer referring to a cigarette. I believe you were dick and butt munching not too many minutes ago. "Men, go home and ask your sons if they'd like some training from me." "I haven't even talked to my boy about sex," Mike sighed. "Then it's about time," Larry said. "Christ, he's 18!" The men shared some brews and drinks, talked some more and then started heading home. Bryan was sent home first. He still hadn't seen his owner. Larry, Ralph and Tony had come together and Coach Leather shooed them out while Mike used the restroom. When he walked out, still naked (his clothes were heaped by the door), Coach Leather snaked a finger, beckoning good-body to him. "Where'd everyone go?" Mike asked. "Home. It's late. But you don't need to hurry, do you?" Coach Leather purred. "I don't believe you have a wife to hurry home to?" "I am single," Mike replied. "You also have a great body, Mike," the Coach continued. "I keep in shape," the jock-bodded man said, looking at the Coach with a questioning glance. "I know who you are, Mike," Coach L revealed. "You're an early bloomer." "What?" "You're 30 with an 18-year-old son, and a single father. And even for a guy who was a jock in high school, your body is in better shape than most former jocks," Coach L explained. "You've been very discreet." "It pays to be. And I trust you are, too?" Mike said. "Of course. Bryan doesn't even know who I am, yet," Coach L chuckled. "So, what's a professional baseball player turned porn star doing in butt-fuck Egypt?" "Apparently spending the night in some hot leather sex," Mike wickedly smiled, and head toward the bedroom.
To be concluded. Yes, part 6 will be a conclusion. Although I could prolong the story, almost forever, I feel stories either fall apart because of length while staying with the same characters, or by introducing new characters to keep it fresh, stray from what made the story the story. Here, the story of Coach Leather and Married Bryan is coming to an end while other stories may be starting. You never know.
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