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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This story contains elements of raunch and consensual underage sex. This may include piss, feet, musk, fisting, etc. If you aren't into it, don't read this story.
"Brady! Get your ass in here!"
The guys in the locker room smirked and eyed me, watching as I began the walk of shame to Coach's office.
They knew what was going on. We all did. Word about what had happened before practice that day had spread like wildfire. Before the school day had even ended, I had been asked by just about everyone to spill the beans. And considering the circumstances, it's no surprise Coach wanted to talk to me.
As I opened the door, I saw Coach at his desk, with a scowl like always. That was the thing about Coach. You could never tell what emotion he was really feeling because it was hidden under a deep layer of thought and general anger at the world, until something gave him a reason to be happy. I stepped in and closed the door behind me.
Coach was a big man. Strong, sturdy, with tight and defined muscle. His most defining feature was his chest. Those pecs were so large they resembled chiseled pillowy man-tits more so than just any old chest. He was tall, hairy, and moved with an authority about himself.
"Sit down," he barked, a bit softer than when he had yelled for me. I obliged, and sat myself in the soft office chair, trying my hardest not to look him in the eyes as he stared me down.
He was quiet for a second, twiddling his thumbs as I looked down in my lap. Finally, he coughed and spoke.
"So I'm assuming you know why you're here," he said.
I just nodded silently.
I saw him purse his lips and exhale heavily, the sound of him tapping his foot audible. He was clearly deep in thought about this. I can't blame him. It was a hard discussion to have.
"So... can you tell me why the fuck you thought it was okay to jerk one out in the bathroom?"
I sighed, him saying it making the situation feel so much more real. I thought for a moment before just shaking my head.
"Hmm?" he said, probing me.
"No," I said with a sigh. I shifted in my seat. "I can't."
Coach grunted. "Well there must be a reason! I don't get a call from the principal telling me my star player got caught shining his knob, buckin' and moanin' in the bathroom unless there's something to justify it! So tell me, what justifies that?"
I just shrugged. "I dunno I just needed to..." I said faintly.
Coach chuckled. "Well, I mean, I know how that feels, but still. You can't be doing that shit."
I lowered my head. "I know..."
Coach let out one little "hmm" in amusement. He grinned coyly. "If you're gonna do it, be stealthy, man!"
I wasn't expecting that. My head pulled up, one eyebrow slightly furrowed, the other slightly raised. What?
That made Coach laugh. "I jerk off in bathrooms all the time, kid! I'm just not a fuckin' pervert about it!"
I nervously laughed. What the fuck was going on? I thought I was in trouble, and here Coach is condoning me.
"Yeah man, when nature calls, nature calls! You can't expect a man to hold back his urges, not a real one at least!"
I just blinked, a blank look on my face. "So you jerk off in public too?"
Coach grinned wide. "Oh hell yeah, man! The moment I feel an urge I just slip out and crank one! No shame in it."
I chuckled. Well hell! Here I was all worked up and scared, and I had no reason to be! Coach understood my desires perfectly.
"I've done it everywhere. Gas station bathrooms, parks, weddings, you name it!" he said happily. "So... did ya' even finish?"
I sighed. "No, I didn't get to. I had been edgin' for a few hours, skippin' class in the stall, and right when I was gonna blow, I guess I got too excited and loud and some fuckin' band kid found me!"
Coach`s expression neutralized, then went back to a grin, before settling on a sort of bewilderment.
"First off, I just want to say that you're a boy after my own heart edging like that. Secondly, you didn't get to cum?! I bet you're fuckin' blue balled!" he said, seeming somewhat genuinely angry. Guess he didn't like to hear another man being deprived of an orgasm.
I chuckled nervously. "A little, yeah." I ruffled my hair. "It's just that I hadn't jerked off in a day or two and I needed it bad."
Coach nodded. "I hear ya man. That teenage libido. Most men lose theirs, but I feel lucky I haven't. I jerk off twice a day."
I grinned deviously. "Just jerk off?"
Couch laughed. "I have more sex in a week than you've had in your life, if that's why you're trying to say, boy."
We both laughed and fully relaxed. Having this talk made me feel a lot better not only about the situation but myself.
"So uh, what were you doin' while you edged? Like what kept you goin'?" Coach said, cutting off my laugh.
I furrowed one brow in confusion. "Well whad'dya mean?"
Couch chuckled in a rumble. "Well... did you focus on the feeling? Were ya watchin' porn?"
I nervously chuckled again, almost a giggle. "I was uh... watching porn yeah..."
Coach just grinned wider. "What was it, huh?"
Jesus he was forward. I was glad we could relax and talk about our desires like buddies but I was caught off guard.
"Well uh... y'know... just regular stuff," I muttered, embarrassed. The truth of the matter was I was watching some pretty raunchy shit. Piss, fists, and all were in there.
Coach bellowed in laughter. "Oh come on boy! Stop bein' so damn shy! Consider this a bonding experience."
I was still quiet. I wasn't even out as gay, much less as some pervert into sweaty men licking each other's armpits while they piss in each other's asses.
"I don't know it was just some video," I said. Coach sat quietly, waiting for me to talk while I just chuckled nervously, the grin never leaving his face.
"Well I'll tell you what..." Coach said. He grabbed his computer monitor, spinning it so it was visible to both of us, the cables pulling up some from the hole in the desk they were filed through. "I'll show you what I get off to instead."
I laughed. "Okay, Coach, if you want to," I said as he began clicking, pulling up his web browser.
"Hell yeah I do! Nothin' like sharing the fun!" Coach said as he pulled up some skeevy looking porn site. Whatever it was, it wasn't Pornhub.
I adjusted in my chair, leaning back, eyes transfixed on the monitor. I couldn't believe this was happening. Just a few minutes ago, I thought I was going to be kicked off the team. Now, I was about to watch porn with Coach!
Coach grinned again as he seemed to find the right video. "Here we go!" he said, leaning back in his chair, putting his arms behind his head. His probably a size-too-small sports polo clung to his muscles like skin to bone.
As the video started, I couldn't believe my eyes. Two guys, both in leather harnesses, were outdoors in some public park looking space. It was clearly homemade, as the camera quality wasn't great and was stationary on something as the two men went at it.
They pulled each other in close and started making out, grunting, yanking each other's harnesses as they grinded bodies. They were clearly already slick with sweat, and their cocks were rock hard.
"You're gay?!" I said, whipping my head to Coach.
He just laughed in a low, bassy rumble. "Not quite! Bisexual."
This just kept getting crazier. Not only did Coach share the same horniness and affinity for public masturbation as I did, he was also into men! And from the looks of it, he might be in to the same kind of sex I was.
The two men on screen were in a different position now, with one of the men on his knees in front of the other. The standing man had started pissing, moaning as he coated the man below him in his urine.
"Wow Coach..." I said, trying my hardest not to get turned on.
Coach just smiled at me quickly before looking back at the screen, licking his lips.
The man on the ground got up from being pissed on and folded himself over, almost touching his toes. The man that had been pissing on him gripped him by his waist and rubbed him over, slapping his ass aggressively.
I just whistled in appreciation. "So not only are you gay, you're into the same type of shit as me... that's crazy!" I said, shaking my head.
Coach wiggled his brow. "Oh really?" he said. "You into that nasty stuff?"
I laughed and laid back, crossing my arms. "Well what do you call nasty, Coach?"
Coach looked me in the eyes, and I felt something shift. His eyes went from playful to something more... inquisitive.
"Hmmm... well, I was thinking stuff like men pissin' and fistin' each other, slobberin' all over each other's cocks and holes, cummin' deep inside each other and fartin' it back out into each other's mouths. That turn you on boy?"
Fuck. It did.
"Mmmm, maybe just a little," I said, almost biting my lip. I felt my cock stir in my pants, twitching in approval as I imagined it all. Except, in my imagination, it was Coach and I.
Coach grinned again, but it was different. Less goofy more sultry. I think he was getting in to it too.
"Just a little? That tent in your shorts says otherwise," Coach said before licking his lips.
I did bite my lip that time. Was Coach coming on to me? If he was, I was about to find out.
"Well maybe a lot a bit. What about you Coach? You in to high school boys jerking their dripping wet cocks in the bathroom while they watch porn and sniff their own pits?"
Coach narrowed his eyes as he grinned wider. "You have no idea, boy."
We just sat in silence for a moment, both of us breathing a little faster, staring into each other's eyes. I licked my lips, and opened my mouth in a small pant as my cock stood at full attention.
Suddenly, Coach growled.
"Come here fucker!" he said in a bark, breaking the silence.
He didn't have to ask me twice. I all but leapt over that desk, slamming forward into Coach and locking lips with him, our tongues instantly sliding in and fighting for dominance. We were grunting and panting, rubbing each other's backs like blind men.
"You nasty little pig... mmmf... I'm gonna have fun with you," Coach grunted between kisses, our tongues slobbering and sliding all over each other. Spit coated our lips.
We broke the kiss and stared into each other's eyes for a moment, breathing heavy. Coach let out an exhale and grinned before pulling back and sliding everything on his desk to one side, leaving a big blank area.
He jumped up onto the desk and spread his legs, facing the end of it. I walked to that end placed my hands inbetween his legs, unzipping and unbuttoning his khaki pants and yanking them down. Underneath was a jockstrap, weathered and frayed with a few small holes in the fabric. It looked almost dirty.
I dove in, suckling his fat bulge through the fabric. I pressed my tongue around where the bottom of his cock would be, pushing it with my tongue. It tasted like Coach had blown a load or two in it before washing it out.
Coach moaned as I suctioned his bulge with my mouth, almost frantically licking all over and coating it with my spit.
"Yeah boy, get in there," he said, stroking one of his meaty, hairy thighs.
I pressed my face underneath his bulge, pressing my nose into his taint as he leaned back, letting the bulge rest on my head. Coach groaned as I licked, trying to press my tongue inside the fabric.
Coach pulled the front of his jock down, letting his chubbed cock and balls spill out. He grabbed his cock and jerked it, letting it get harder as we looked at each other.
"Get naked for me boy, I want to see what those other boys see in the locker room."
I obliged, moving back and peeling off my shorts and t-shirt, my free-balling cock and balls bouncing out. Coach whistled in approval.
"God damn you're hung for your age!"
I grinned. "Thanks Coach, you're no shrimp yourself."
Coach's cock was probably a good 6.5 inches, but what it lacked in ridiculous length, it made up for in girth. It was fat, veiny, and already had a bead of precum at the tip. His balls were hefty and large.
I went to dive back in but Coach stopped me.
"Wait a minute," he said. "I don't want you to just focus on me."
He laid back on his desk before turning on his side, shifting stuff even farther to the side, small things like Post-It Notes and pens rolling off. "Let's squeeze on here and 69 each other," he said, grinning.
I exhaled out my nose in horny pleasure as I once again nearly dove onto the desk, squeezing next to my Coach, putting his cock in my face.
We both started slurping on each other's tool, limbs dangling off the desk. I gripped one of his meaty legs and he gripped mine as we went to town bouncing our heads on each other's meaty cock.
Coach was a struggle to fit in my throat, but once I got in a groove, I was going from tip to base, coating his rod in slobber. There was this certain smell to him as I deepthroated his length. It was warm and musky, like he had been building up the kind of sweat that sticks your balls to your thighs.
Coach was slurping on my tool loudly, and each press deep into his throat was enough to make me almost buck. I could almost feel the sticky-wet spit sliding off my balls as he power sucked me.
We were both just grunting and groaning like pigs, sucking each other's rods sloppy and hard. I kept bouncing into Coach's crotch, intentionally jabbing his penis as far down my throat it would go. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his penis, my jaw strained from its girth.
Suddenly, Coach pulled back with a gasp and a grunt, and I did the same, catching my breath as drool slid down the side of my mouth, a string of slobber connecting our mouths to each other's cocks.
"Fuck, kid, you're gonna make me cum already!" Coach breathed heavily, shifting on the desk so his legs dangled off the side he sat in. I did the same, laying one of my legs over his. He chuckled and gripped me before locking me in a headlock, giving me a knuckle sandwich on the head.
"Who knew my star player was a cocksucker. And a goddamn good one at that," he said, holding me under his sweaty arm.
I bucked and flopped but couldn't get free. "And who knew... hrnnn... that my coach was such a fuckin' pig!"
Coach laughed heartily at that one, letting me go. I broke free from his grasp and immediately dove back towards his arm, lifting it to reveal his sweat-soaked pit, the wet pool coating his shirt.
"Oh you like how I smell, huh?" Coach said, peeling his shirt off. He lifted his arm back up to reveal his sweaty bush.
I dove back in, tongue out. I licked from bottom to top, sucking the hairs clean. His stink was overwhelming, and I wanted it all over me. I pressed my face into the hairs, almost making a snoring noise from how hard I was sniffing in.
"G-god damn Coach! You stink!"
Coach just laughed as I worshipped his pit, grinding my hard cock against his thick leg as I whined in pleasure.
"Yeah, I knew there was a good reason to not put on deodorant. Or shower last night."
Suddenly, I felt Coach's hand grip my head and guide me roughly to his other pit before being shoved in.
"Suck it clean, boy."
I moaned in pleasure and rolled the entire length of my tongue across the hairy pit, sucking the skin underneath it. It was salty and hot, and dear God did it smell amazing.
Coach pressed me in harder, grunting and squeezing my head as I rubbed my face back and forth in the area, my nose pressed up against the skin. I moaned and shook, my cock dripping precum, still sopping wet from Coach's throatslime.
Eventually I broke away, shuddering in overwhelming pleasure. Coach put his hands on my face and pulled me in. We started kissing, but much more tenderly than before, our tongues flickering at each other like sparks rather than thunder. It was more... intimate. I felt his passion.
I broke away from the kiss to see Coach grinning. He licked his lips before speaking.
"You ever seen a mancunt up close, boy?" he said deviously.
"Like an asshole? I've had hookups and stu-"
"No, no, a mancunt. A big puffed out loose pussy," Coach said cutting me off.
I grinned. "Can't say I have, no."
Coach just beamed even wider. "Well today's the day!"
Coach flopped back on his back, lifting his legs in the air. I slid off the desk on to his side of it and knelt down. His ass was out and open through his jock and what I saw amazed me.
His asshole was puffy and obviously well used, almost slit-like. It had a thin layer of sweat on it, and it was bright pink, with just a thin layer of hair on Coach's thick asscheeks.
"Holy shit!" I said, staring into it.
Coach rumbled. "Get in there, boy."
I didn't hesitate. I dove in and planted my lips right on his hole, immediately suctioning to it and sliding my tongue across. Coach groaned in pleasure and spread his cheeks further with his large hands, letting me really dig in.
I probed my tongue in, pressing into his loose hole with no issue. His ass was musky like his pits, that same sweaty stink mixed with something more grounded and even manlier. It was driving me crazy.
I sloshed around at his hole, slobbering all up and down his crack, flicking and fucking that destroyed ass with my tongue. It was clear that years of some pretty intense assplay had been going on.
Coach just groaned and grunted, panting and whining as I dug in deeper and harder into his ass.
"Fucking hell, man!" he roared, bucking on the desk as I sucked his cunt as hard I could.
I pulled back for a moment, thick drool connecting his musky hole to my mouth. I looked at it for a bit before pressing against it with two fingers, rubbing it like a pussy. Coach moaned and I dove back in, repeatedly sucking and unsucking his hole, loud slap sounds ringing out in his office.
I pulled back, admiring his sloppy hole. After a moment of staring, Coach caught his breath some and coughed to clear his throat.
"Fist me," he said, looking down at me, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead.
"Really?" I replied, spit smeared on my face.
"Hell yeah!" he roared. "I've taken two at a time, I love it!"
I grinned. Well don't mind if I do. I looked back at his hole and slid two fingers in, almost no resistance pushing back. His ass was looser than most pussies.
I added a third, then after a while, a fourth. I just slid in and out, pressing out the walls of Coach's gaping ass while he moaned. My slobber provided some form of lube in his already relaxed cunt, my fingers easily pressing the puffy walls of his asshole apart.
I picked up the pace, beginning to pump those fingers in and out. The inside of his hole was hot and wet, squeezing my fingers slightly as I fingerfucked him. Coach moaned as my four-finger-flat hand slid in and out, my thumb working as a stopping point at the bottom of his ass as I pumped. Coach groaned and moaned, his ass plapping loudly.
"Fuck yeah boy, tear it up! Slam that fist in there now!"
I listened and pulled out, balling my hand into a fist. I pressed it against Coach's loose slit and began pushing, the width of my hand slowly pressing in. Coach roared in pleasure and I'm sure some other overwhelming feeling as his ass loosely stretched around my big fist.
"Fuck that feels weird!" I said in laughter.
Coach laughed lightly, still breathing heavy. "You're telling me!"
Finally, with a little more pressure, my full fist slid in. Coach whined a little and stroked his cock, his fat rod twitching in his hand. I began pulling back out almost immediately, letting my hand get to the thickest part before pushing back.
I did this for a while, just letting Coach's hole sit at the fattest part of my fist for a while before rotating it a little inside him, fully stretching those loose ass lips.
I started pulling my full fist out before immediately sliding it back in, my pace rapidly increasing. Coach just kept groaning and grunting, his ass close to get fist punched.
I was going full speed now, my fist slipping in and out of Coach's massive hole in an almost mechanical rhythm, my speed fast enough to pull out and punch in his lips again and again. Coach just kept groaning, trying his hardest not to buck.
"Fuuuuuuuuck!" he cried, wriggling in pleasure.
Finally, I suddenly stopped, just pressing in a little deeper than before. Coach groaned in a bit of relief, making me grin. "You hanging in there, sir?"
Coach exhaled a laugh and smiled with his mouth open. "Fuck yeah I am! How is it down there?"
I just smiled. "Fucking perfect."
I began pressing in, my thick bicep sliding into Coach's ass with ease. I could tell whatever dildos he was taking were not only thick, but long. Coach groaned and I pulled back down to the wrist before sliding back in, pressing in a little further each time.
I was almost elbow deep in Coach's ass now. "How does it feel, boy?" Coach said as if he was holding back a cry of sound, still slowly milking his dick.
"It feels warm and sloppy," I cooed, watching a bead of sweat roll down between his perfect pair of mantits.
Slowly, I pressed in to the elbow, feeling a little bit more resistance as I went. Suddenly, I felt Coach tense up around my arm.
"Fuuuuuuck," he groaned as I looked up to see his thick, straight-up rod start spraying piss like a geyser.
It sprayed out, raining down on him and sliding down his body and dripping down. With my free arm, I reached forward and pulled his cock down some, spraying the piss into my face. It was hot and salty and smelled like man.
"Fucking drink it you fucking pig!" Coach roared.
I did as he said, taking his meat in my mouth. Piss sprayed out the side of my lips as I tried my best to keep a seal on it, drinking down as much hot pee as I could. Coach's cock was too thick though, and it popped out of my mouth and sprayed out onto the floor more before the stream stopped.
I panted, catching my breath as I slowly pulled my arm out, Coach's loose ass walls and lips pulling with me. As I pulled out my fist, my face soaked in piss, I saw his hole gasp, shrinking and expanding. His gape was ruby red and soaked slimy, meaty, and thick.
"Fuck kid," Coach sighed out as he started rubbing his mancunt.
I got up and pressed my hand into Couch's lips, that mouth opening and starting to suck my fingers, slurping and bouncing on them like a dick. Coach groaned as he sucked his ass from my hand, flopping his tongue loosely and sloppily around on my open hand.
Coach sat up, grinning. "Your turn, kid," he said deviously.
I feigned a gulp before laughing. "You think I can really take that fucker?" I said, reaching forward and stroking his still erect cock, a bead of precum sliding down it. My hand couldn't wrap all the way around it.
Coach grinned wider. That fucking grin, man. "I'm sure we can make it fit."
We swapped places, exchanging a quick kiss before I bent over his desk, my ass out. Coach kneeled down and planted his face right in, kissing and licking my hole aggressively. I moaned and twitched in pleasure, my rock hard cock hanging off the edge of the desk. Coach moved down, licking in a straight line from my head to my hole before pulling back and doing it again.
I just whined and wriggled as Coach pressed his tongue into my hole, the pressure building on it as he coated my crack in slobber. I felt a push as Coach pressed two fingers to my hole and began pressing in, my ass swallowing them to the knuckles. I moaned and clenched before relaxing on his thick digits.
"Atta boy, relax that hole for me," Coach said, pushing in deeper with his fingers. I groaned as Coach slid in a third finger, grunting as he did. He placed one hand on my back, pressing me down as he fingered my butt. He was getting faster and rougher with it, pumping in and out harshly, making my cock twitch wildly.
He went at it for quite some time, just finger fucking me and chuckling when I moaned as he pressed and stretched. His hand was warm and sweaty on my back, and I felt myself sweating from overwhelming sensations.
Eventually he pulled his fingers out and stood up, positioning his cock behind my hole. I felt its full length pressed against me, his cock feeling impossibly thick. I braced myself, gripping the desk as Coach grabbed his rod and began pressing, his tip trying to ease into my hole.
I groaned in response, my hole feeling impossibly stretched as he pressed in, my breathing heavy and hot. Just the tip of Coach's big fat cock slid in as I tried to press out, easing my hole. I heard Coach grunting as he tried to press farther in to no avail. I was just too tight.
Coach exhaled out his nose in frustration and pulled back before slapping my ass and laughing. "Well fuck, boy!" he said. "That hole's not giving up without a fight!"
I heard him shuffling in the drawers next to me. I looked back as he pulled out a little vial and unscrewed the top. He took a sniff and shuddered, swinging his cock between his legs. "Fuck..." he murmured, closing his eyes.
He looked at me. "You ever tried poppers, kid?"
I shook my head. "No but I've always wanted to!"
Coach grinned. "Well today's your lucky day. Close your other nostril and breathe in deep. That'll loosen you up."
Coach handed me the small vial and I did as he said, holding it up to my nose and breathing in. As I did I felt Coach start pressing in again. But as he did, everything felt monumentally different. Coach slid in with relative ease, his tip feeling like a hot knife into butter. I moaned in pleasure as he sank in a few more inches, the wideness of his shaft really pressing into me.
"There ya go, nice and loosened. Take a hit if you feel yourself tightening up too much."
Coach started thrusting immediately, pumping his wide and muscled hips into me, pushing that full length into my guts. I moaned in pleasure, trying not to shake my legs. Coach pumped again, his heavy balls swinging into me. I felt his grip on my back get tighter as he got into a groove, fucking me.
"Fuck your ass feels good, Brady," Coach said. "So fuckin' warm."
I just groaned in response, unable to speak. My tongue lolled out of my mouth and I winced, my cock twitching yet again as Coach slammed in and out of me, taking no time to breed me like a mare in heat. The room reeked of sweat, mansex, and piss. I was still wet in the face from his piss, and I couldn't help but drool onto his desk as Coach rammed me.
Within just a few minutes he was at full tempo, his thrusts making loud slapping sounds as he railed me, my and his grunts accentuating every thrust. He kept tightening his grip, occasionally slapping my ass.
"Ass looks even thicker out of uniform," Coach cooed as he reached down and rubbed my ass in circles before moving down to my cock, reaching from behind and starting to milk me.
I panted and bucked, pressing back into Coach's length. It was tearing me up but God did it feel amazing. Each deep thrust would ram my prostate, causing me to feel like I was on the edge of an orgasm each time. I started gyrating against Coach's motions, pulling back as he pumped in and then pushing back down so his cock would push as deep in as it could go.
"Oh you like that thick cock, pig? You like your coach's big fat tool?"
I just moaned in response. Coach reached around front and slid his fingers in my mouth, still slick and wet from my ass. I sucked down on them, coating them in my slobber.
Coach grunted and pressed down into me, leaning into my body. I felt him freeze before he suddenly started jackhammering, his balls swinging wildly into me, his base slapping me about two or three times a second. He was fucking breeding me.
I shrieked in pleasure as my prostate was rubbed and rammed over and over. Coach pulled me in and wrapped a thick arm around my neck as he fucked, squeezing in on me as he got closer and closer to cumming. He wasn't choking me, but he sure was holding me tight.
I clenched down around his cock, my hole sore but in heaven. Coach's rams slowed to long, forceful rams going almos tip to base, stabbing my prostate each time.
As Coach pushed in one final time with a groan, I felt myself shoot. Cum erupted out of my cock all over the floor, shooting for what felt like forever. Coach was cumming too, his warm sticky seed shooting inside me.
We held like that for a while, both of us sweaty, panting, and held tight together. I felt Coach's tits rubbing my back, his sweaty skin rubbing on mine. Coach chuckled a little, still catching his breath as he let go of me and pulled out, stroking his cock.
"Fuuuuck, your ass looks fuckin' rammed kid!" Coach said. He knelt down and pressed his face into my cheeks, tenderly licking at my sore cunt.
Suddenly, I felt a shift in my body. I pressed out a little, and out into Coach's face came bursting out my cum with an airy blast. Coach groaned and opened his mouth, catching some of the cum that didn't just shoot onto his face. I groaned and pressed out more as I pushed out all the cum with small queefs of air, Coach's thick seed dripping out of me.
Coach got up from the ground and gripped me, flipping me with ease onto my back. His lower face was coated with his globby seed, the pearly cum sliding down his reddened lips. He had the biggest shit eating grin I've ever seen as he licked his lips, slurping the cum up.
I opened my mouth up, rolling my tongue out. "Ahhh," I groaned, pointing to my mouth.
Coach grinned again and made a slurping sound before spitting down at me, the glob of semen falling into my mouth. I moaned and lapped up the half spit half cum mix, swallowing it down with ease.
I propped myself up and stood, standing face to face with my naked, sweaty, cum and piss soaked Coach. Piss and cum was sprayed unevenly across the floor, and the entire desk was coated in different liquids and globs, everything shoved off to the side and the floor.
"Fuckin hell, Brady," Coach said, pulling me in close to him. We stood chest to chest, his massive pecs overshadowing my torso.
"Fuckin hell, Coach," I replied back, coyly smiling.
Coach laughed and smacked my ass with one hand while squeezing me tighter with another, our cocks rubbing each other.
"How's your cunt holding up?" Coach asked, rubbing my sore ass.
I just laughed. "How's YOURS?"
Coach exhaled through his nose. "Fair point."
We just stood for a while, rubbing each other's soaked bodies and occasionally kissing, savoring the contact. Eventually we both pulled some paper towels from Coach's drawers, soaked up our mess, and got redressed. But nothing could undo the ruffled appearance of both of us.
"I hope you know this won't be a one time thing, bud," Coach said as we walked out of his office together, hip to hip.
I chuckled. "No choice, huh?"
Coach smirked. "Like you would say no."
Coach swatted my ass and then gripped one cheek, squeezing it tight as we walked. I gasped and then laughed, doing the same to him. I'm so glad I got caught jerking off at school.
That's it for this one! Woof. This one was a beast to write, but once I started, there was no stopping me. This is by far the longest and most in-depth story I've written, and I hope it paid off in the quality. I'm wanting to really go in on the raunchiness, and I'm hoping this is a step towards that. Let me know how you felt about this story! Feedback of any kind is the reason I write.
I'm considering making this a series, but I'm not sure yet. Let me know if that's something you would like to see!
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