Team Reward, pt. 1 (mm, m/t) Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
Warning: the following stories contain graphic descriptions of sexual material. If you are underage or do not wish to read such materials, read no further.
This is the first in a series of stories about sauna sex. This part is also a bit of an unofficial sequel to "After Football Practice" for all you guys who have written asking for more.
If you have comments, send them to billdrake@hotmail.com. Meanwhile, sit back unzip, and enjoy.
pt. 1
It was weight-training day for the Jackson High football team. Coach Williams looked around the room and surveyed the sweaty shirtless young jocks, all of them giving 100% in their afternoon workouts. He was impressed with the way their bodies were shaping up, putting on musculature and sheer power by the month. The linebackers were really gaining mass and with toughs like 6'4" brick shithouse Randy Fulsom or even bigger Darnell Weston, he knew that defense would be top-notch this year. The running backs weren't up to full performance, but between extra runs after practice and extra squats, their legs were becoming massive trunks of power. Coach had even persuade Mike White, whose slightly stocky but powerful body befitted the guy who was the school's baseball star during the off season, to slim down. But the team's biggest asset was the tall, sandy-blonde quarterback Tim Fitzgerald. He not only the team star, but the top-ranked quarterback in the whole state. One look at his studly body said why: 6-foot-5 frame and two massive balls of biceps. In all his career Coach had never seen one of his athletes or even those on competing teams achieve the arm power that Tim had.
Coach himself had pretty amazing biceps, which bulged and flexed as he repeated curl after curl. He may have worked his athletes to the bone, but every time he joined them in their weight routines. The results showed, as the 33-year-old exhibited a flawless body. Big meaty pecs, strong arms, a trim waist, and powerful legs and ass.
He wanted to make sure that his winning football team continued their success and won this next Friday's game, which would be necessary to qualify them for playoffs. He'd talked with some community business leaders who were willing to give some money to reward the team. If Coach knew his boys, a good reward would be just what it took to take State this year.
He went to shower up. Coach usually waited til after his athletes were finished with their shower, but today he was eager to give them the news, so he washed up while they went through their free-weight workouts. He got out as some of the athletes were finishing up their last sets. Wrapped in a towel, Coach stood before the group of young men and announced his new plan.
The players looked up at their coach, who stood before them wearing just his white towel around his waist. Little drops of moisture clung to the chairs on his broad chest and some of the fellows could not help but admire his physique and the thick tube of cockmeat that showed even soft underneath Coach's towel.
"Boys," he announced, "I have an offer for you. I've been talking to some others in town and we've agreed that you guys have done an amazing job this year and we know you can go all the way to State championships. But we have one of our hardest games this Friday against Hancock County. So we wanted to reward you all with something if you win this one."
"What is it, Coach?" Randy called out. He was stripped to his waist and moist with sweat, as his upper-body muscles twitched from the strenuous workout.
"You know that spare room by the shower area? Well, if you guys win, we're getting it converted into a steam room. You guys work hard and I know you can use someplace to relax after practice or the games. So think hard about it and work your asses off this week."
When Coach was done and had gone back to his office, the young men broke up talking excitedly about how great it would be to have a steamroom in the lockeroom and how they had to win this game Friday no matter what.
After a few minutes, Coach stuck his head out of his door and barked, "Where's White?!?"
Mike was getting out of the shower, his naked stud body shifting slowly side to side as he walked into the lockerroom.
"Yeah coach?" he asked.
"In my office. Now!"
Mike sauntered over to Coach's office, his towel draped over his muscled shoulder. Brad, a sophomore on the team watched that perfect backside as it disappeared into the office and the door shut. He couldn't tell what he wanted more: to be Mike White or to fuck him.
As the door closed, Coach dropped his towel. The semi-firm prick that swung between his legs began to lift up and harden. Mike watched in fascination as the cock grew larger and larger. The built running back could feel his own cock rise as he watched the older man throw a big fat 11-inch boner. Slowly, Mike massaged his own firm pecs with his left arm as his right clasped down on his shaft and started jacking off.
He knew what to do. His knees barely touched the office floor when Coach slammed his hard fuckmeat down this jockkid's throat.
Darnell sat on his haunches in the shower room. The air was warm and humid with steam from the shower spray all around him and his teammates' flesh felt just as hot and wet. Darnell was one hulk of a man. Even at 18 years, he was a sight to be feared, the kind of large body where you couldn't tell where the fat stopped and the muscle began. It was all thick, powerful and hard.
What his teammates knew though, was that Darnell Weston loved ass. More precisely, he lived for licking ass and jock ass at that. He loved the unadulterated masculine taste of stud butt. He loved feeling those hard bodies squirm above him as he rimmed their puckered holes. He loved to feel jock assring clamp tight around his tongue as the guy shot his seed.
This afternoon he squatted in the steamy tiled room as one by one the players took their turn sitting on his face.
First, Peter Marks stepped up to Darnell and wriggled his butt back onto his extended tongue. Peter was a sophomore but already was packing some muscle onto his young frame. He wasn't particularly big-dicked so the guys often kidded him about putting on bulk to make up for a small dick. Darnell couldn't care less, as Pete had the finest twin globes of hunk ass in the whole school. Some of the guys on the team had an ass of pure muscle, so hard that it was a chore to part the cheeks to lick . Other guys had looser butts, which made access easier but did not give that tautness that Darnell liked. Peter had the perfect ass: a nice bubble-butt that was firm but not too hard and tight and which gave plenty for a fellow to hang on to as he ate his way around a horny jock hole.
The mounds of flesh hugged the fullback's cheeks as his tongue licked the hairy crevice of his fellow football player's ass. The wet dew of the shower spray mixed with the salty taste of the jock's skin. Slowly but firmly, Darnell pushed forward with his tongue, prodding the sphincter with more and more pressure. He relished how the ring got looser and looser as his tongue darted across and eventually gave way.
As that expert tongue flicked past his tight pucker, Peter moaned involuntarily. Darnell had a huge tongue. It was long and it was thick, but best of all it changed shape depending on how Darnell used it. Lapping at his crack, it could be thick and wide. The next minute, it would be plunging deep up his hole, licking the soft flesh of his innards and tickling his prostate until a small river flowed from his pissslit.
Each movement of that tongue drove Peter wilder with hot fucklust. He rode his ass into Darnell's face, grinding his hips back to get every millimeter of tongue muscle into his anus. He didn't know how long he could hold off with this assault going on. It was the full tongue-fuck that did it, as Darnell flitted in and out of the hole, slurping hot jock juices and getting Peter off in an explosive orgasm.
"Ooh fuck, White, you got my dick so hard, you know that?"
The young athlete mumbled something but with his mouth stuffed full of big, hard coach dick, Williams could only make out that his best running back was one horny kid hungry for cock.
"Yeah, fucker, I can tell you like that big cock. Look at the way you're eating that meat. I can always spot a dick-eating jock when I see one." He rammed more cock down the junior's throat, then pulled back so that the head grazed the lips. Slowly, he rubbed his pissslit along the offenceman's lips.
White stared up in lustful amazement at his naked and powerful coach. Catching his breath, he said, "Fuck, sir, your dick is so big."
"Makes you hard just to suck on it, huh, White?" the coach barked. He didn't need an answer: his fuckmate's dick was already hard as stone and leaking on the office floor. Williams loved the power he had over this young stud. It made his prick drip even more juice onto Mike's tongue as the shaft slid back in, first shallow then deep.
Coach encouraged him. "Yeah, stud, get your jocklips around that pole. Yeah, White, you get my dick so hard sometimes it hurts. I love the way you walk around the school real cocky, sometimes I just want to pin you against the lockers and rip your fucking jeans off and fuck you right there. Shoot coach's seed deep up your jock ass."
By now Mike was moaning around that huge dick pounding in and out of his face. He was moaning for more. More cock, more hard fucking. He wanted to tell coach that he could fuck him anytime, that his ass twitched everytime he saw that huge piece of flesh jutting out between coach's hairy legs. He wanted to tell Coach that his favorite thing in the world was to bend over and feel that mammoth dick start spreading his hole apart or to feel the still-warm mancream coat his inner thighs as he walked to the showers after a hard fuck. He couldn't say anything however, because that powerful piece of meat was stretching the back of Mike's throat. Balls slapped his chin and he could taste the definite taste of pure, masculine power as Coach let loose with a good quarter cup of sperm down his esophagus.
When Coach recovered and withdrew his meaty cock from those perfect athlete lips, the two men swapped position. Coach began munching on those swollen jock nights like there was no tomorrow. With one wet finger he invaded Mike's ass with two adroit fingers that began a hard fuck. Mike was so close it didn't take even a minute before he was spewing his seed all over the office and especially all over coach's face and hair and hard body.
Coach licked up Mike's thick shaft and tasted the juicy mancream coating the sides. He loved jockcream so much he couldn't bare to suck it all down his throat without tasting it and feeling it coat his skin. His players knew that and always made sure to empty their balls all over Coach, just like he wanted.
As Mike returned to the locker room, Coach stepped out, still covered in sperm, and called to his men. "All right, next...!"
Finally, it was Tim's turn. More than any other guy he could think of, Fitzgerald made Darnell hotter than fuck. Such a hot stud, with a killer body and biceps bigger than softballs. One taste of that fine quarterback ass and that's all it took for the big man. Like a whinnying horse, Darnell's fullback meat jumped up and down and shot his white froth all over the shower tile.
As Darnell shot his seed, Tim quickly grabbed his spasming cock and pumped his own load all over a couple of the spectating teammates. Goddamn, he thought to himself as he watched his own cum drip slowly down the hunks' bodies, this is going to be one fine year for football.
(to be continued...)