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Brian was about, 19, 5'9'', blonde hair and blue eyes, boy next door type, 160 pounds with a thin, but defined swimmer's build
Coach Hal, 6'1'', 37, Brown short shaved hair and brown eyes, Swim Coach, Hairy Chest, Muscular thick appearance from years of working out on weights and in the gym after being a Swim Champion for many years.
Brian had been exposed by the burly coach right in the middle of fascinating what the coach would do with him and the captain if he ever had the chance to have them both together in the same bedroom. What was not to be expected was for the swimmer to be caught out by the very man of his deepest fantasies slowly watching with disgust of now knowing the real faggot this little blonde jock was.
With the arrival of the coach under the shower head, the running water had muddled the sound of his steps, there was little to be said when he did witness the thin, average sized knob oozing out its own cock juice with a small pile of it collecting in a puddle on the floor, almost eager with some imaginary expectation of being touched by some one else other than the familiar hand by now.
All the Coach could do was turn this young stud into his little bitch, knowing he was corrupted by his own insecurities this jock would be now tamed and made into the cock slave he had always wanted. For years, so many of his kind, those confident tall strapping lads had walked in and out of the showers, diving into the pool, without a care in the world. This was the first time he had seen one of them exposed, wanting what he always had, that strong domineering physical force, to take this hot blonde jock and make him his own.
Their eyes connected, and a small nervous grunt emerged from Brian, now knowing he had been discovered.
He tried to turn away, giving the coach a fine look at his delicious ass, those tight perk cheeks. He could not imagine the fun they would be put under just in a few minutes time, when the Coach was sure they would be all alone, in the pool, for the remainder of the evening. "You have a nice ass boy. Pity you aint know how to shake it yet, by the end of the night I'm sure you will have learnt how to. Now turn around and give me a proper look at your little jock knob, there is no one else around, and I know you want to", the coach ordered the younger jock.
"We shouldn't be doing this," cried Brian meekly. "What is someone is to come back and see us, or what if something gets caught on the cameras outside, we could both get in trouble".
"Don't worry about that boy, by this time, everyone else is gone, I have a key to lock this place up, you know there is nooone around, now turn around, I wont ask again boy", the coach snapped.
Covering his now plumped erection, Brian turned to face his coach, almost giving himself up to the staring eyes of the hunk before him.
"Dam", thought the Coach. This boy looks even better when he is exposed and exposed. He should be in one of those fashion magazines.
Of course, Brian would never have had the confidence to look in the mirror and hope he was as good looking as the rest of the boys on the team. Yet, this was part of his own charm, and it was how the coach was going to get the boy to get on his knees and take down the biggest cock of his short life, and if there was any proper time, the boy would not be able to make the swim practice for at least a week.
"Move your hands boy, there isnt nothing I havent seen before". Slowly Brian moved his hands away and let the erection stand tall on it's own, happy to be the centre piece of attention, for the single audience member standing opposite in shower door.
"Stroke it boy, slowly, and show me how much you enjoy getting off in front of your coach," he said with a smirk.
Brian blushed, but did as he was told, hoping he could just get out of this situation as quick as possible without it getting any further out of hand. He wrapped his hand around his average sized prick, and with the other one he clutched his balls and began to rub them, stroking his cock in unison. After a few strokes, he uttered a low moan.
This surprised the coach "Fuck, the boy is getting off on this", he thought, and uttered a smirk to himself. His own monster dick was beginning to get hard, at the idea that he was beginning to control this hot jock in front of him.
Wearing only a tight top and a pair of khaki shorts, it was obvious that the bulge was showing to expand. Hoping to escape the cloth dungeon and enter its way into a hot hole, he began to loosen his belt.
Brian saw none of this, for he had closed his eyes, again too far immersed in one of his own sick fantasies to realise that the Coach was about to strip in front of him. It was only when Brian heard the unbuckling of the shorts did he realise that the coach was standing half naked in front of him, the tight hairy chest exposed, with the muscular pec hoping to get sucked and licked. So much better than any of his own fantasies and imagination had ever thought of.
His own dick lengthened slightly, if that was even possible, but it was not until that he saw the shorts drop, underwear and all, that his mouth began to salivate in a way he had never thought possible. 11 inches of the thickest meat Brian had ever seen was now standing in front of him. One part of him was terrified, another demanding to get that fine piece of meat lodged in his throat, hoping to drown on the contents of the peach sized balls that were hidden in a low hanging sac peppered with a few brown hairs.
It was the price of the Coach, his own secret weapon. There was many tales in his past, of straight men he had brought to his bed, taming the stallions and making them his slutty slaves, by the time they did leave, all they had was the desire for that big dick to make them feel whole again.
The coach began to move forward slowly, hoping not to startle the boy. It was obvious what both of them wanted, and what was going to happen. Brian was going to submit, even if the straight part of his brain told him not to, his knees began to buckle. After a few seconds he slipped on the slippery floor, but did not fall down completely, leaving him on his hands and knees, by the time he did find his balance and was about to rise again, the fat cut cockhead was just inches from his face. Already frothing with the perversity of what was about to happen, Brian just gulped, resigned to his fate.
Opening his mouth, no words were spoken, just the covering of the head with the smooth red lips of the fit jock, the only sounds coming from the shower were the grunts from the coach. Knowing now he had conquered the jock, he pushed the blonde head forward, wondering how much of this fat stick the boy could take. Going easy at first, they built up a rhythm where Brian could take about the first four or five inches without needing to breath. The coach gave the boy a few minutes of this, allowing for his fat cockhead to enjoy the confides of the wet mouth, the hungry tongue working over the slit, oozing out more of the precum. The lips wrapped tightly around the thick shaft, hoping for more and more to fill the mouth.
After a few mintues , Brian began to worry. He was not sure exactly what the coach wanted, all he knew was he just wanted to get him off as quick as possible, to prevent the muscular hunk from taking advantage of his slutty submissive nature. Gripping the last few inches of the shaft with his right hand, and the fat balls with his other, he let the cockhead slip into his throat, getting a moan of satisfaction from the coach.
"Dam, This jock is a real boyslut," thought the Coach. With a new sense of confidence, he began to plow into the throat of the boy, the tight confides a warm welcome, soon he was giving the jock slut 8 inches of the thick shaft, coating it all with his hot juices, and letting it soak down into his pubes.
Building into a comfortable tempo, there was soon groans coming from both of them, bouncing of the walls, as the fat member, was forced in and out, in and out, between a pair of willing jock lips. Brian removed the other hand from the balls, and began jerking off his own member, engulfed by the slutty pleasure of being taken by the most domineering man in his life. The coach grabbed the back Brians head and began long fucking him, thrusting the fat member into the willing throat.
Despite his previous experiences, Brian was not ready for the force and size of the member being forced into his gullet, and so began to choke on the thick member, as the thickest part was forced into his throat.
Brians gag reflex now non existent, the coach took to fucking this throat as if he owned it, shouting own moans and curses as he long dicked the tight mouth, over and over, over and over, until the familiar feeling came over him again.
Pulling out from the blonde stud and throwing him onto his back on the floor, he didnt want to cum yet. He still had another hole to conquer, unbenown to Brian.
Brian did wonder why they suddenly stopped, wondering if the Coach was now done with him, feeling somewhat disappointed deep down.
Staring blankly at the cock, it looked even bigger than before, he could not imagine that he took most of it down. It was beautiful, and would make even the most confident jocks jealous.
"Turn over bitch, its about time you learnt how to treat the men in your life with your ass," the Coach ordered the jock. Before he could respond his legs were being seperated by the brawly arms of the coach, exposing his tight twink hole, hairless and glistening for the attention of the mighty man now dominating him.
Before he could react, Brian unleashed an animalistic moan. The coach began to attack his hole as if it was a pussy, with a hot wet tongue, in order to prepare it to be split open by the big fat cock head. Brian moaned, as the Coach spit deep into his hole, he slowly forced one finger into it, giving in a minute before adding another, and waiting again, before adding a third.
All this time, Brian was too far gone to care, he just lay there, his own did rock hard as the coach gave him the most pleasurable feelings of his short life.
The stabbing fingers worked about two inches up his ass, striking off his little love nut repeatedly, bringing him to the brink of orgasm again and again. Sweat was all over his body, it was almost impossible dealing with this level of pleasure.
Soon he was moaning into the ear of the coach "fuck me please, I need it so bad, I need to feel your cock inside me so bad", as he pushed his ass cheeks back onto the invading fingers over and over, simulating the way he wanted to feel the fat cock inside him.
Smirking, the coach pulled out his finger, knowing the bitch was ready to submit and become the bottom jock he was born to be. Grabbing both the swimmer's legs, he pulled them apart exposing the now stretched and shiny spit coated hole, waiting for the bitch to submit to him finally.
"please fuck me now, I need your cock in me," Brian moaned again.
Pushing his hips forward, the coach was now going to give the boy what he needed.
Rubbing his fat cockhead over the twitching hole, he allowed the precum to soak into it, hoping it would help the boy with the painful penetration. Never telling him about it, he wanted to watch, as with so many other boys before him, the look on his face as his masculity was ripped right from him, forever resigned to the fate of a submissive bitch.
Pushing forward slowly, he wanted to keep the jock relaxed, hoping to impale him on as much of the fat shaft as possible with the first thrust. Lining up, he forced the fat head and the first few inches inside the boy, who have a sharp scream with the stretching of the tight muscles forced to shape themselves around the now unwanted intruder.
Brian began to struggle, trying to get away from the source of this pain. The coach was having none of it and slammed a few more inches into the boy, causing him to arch his back and moan in a high pitch, from a combination of pain and pleasure of being taken life this.
Coach gave the blonde jock a few minutes to get used to it, and pushed about have of his monster shaft inside him until he reached a point which was even tigher that the initial entry. He pulled out and gave the boy a quiet inititial fuck, letting him get used to the size of the knob.
As he got used to the forceful entry of the coach, his tempo increased over and over causing the jock to moan with the force of the pleasure.
Soon the coach grew tired of this position, so he flipped the boy over and approached him from behind, sliding the cock into another few inches, giving the boy a new sense of fullness. With the mounding pleasure, Brian couldnt help but push back on the cock that was forcing its way up his rectum over and over again, delivering to himself the most pleasurable feeling he ever had. It was only when the cock slightly changed directions and began ploughing the prostate that Brian was beginning to feel his balls contract and his own inferior cock pulse, he let out a major roar and began cumming all over the shower floor, letting this intense orgasm grip him.
Coach felt it too, with the tightening of the ass muscles, making the chute even more soft, after a few tense short thrusts, he too lost it and thrust all he could inside the boy and began depositing his fertile man seed. Pulling out immediately he turned the boy over and spent the last of the cum on the boys face, a reminder of who he now belonged too and who he did serve.
Leaving the boy in a dream like state in the shower, he gathered his belongings, and went back to his own private cubicle, knowing there was still plenty more fun to be had.