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Cal ran up and pulled apart Tyler Townsend and Jackson Lewis. This was the most heated altercation the two teen pitchers have gotten all season. It was just several days before the big rivalry game. Coach Cal Maddox didn't need this stress. Jackson's mother, Mary Vaughn Lewis had already came in and demanded he be first pitcher. Tyler's parents, Maddie and Bill Townsend, helped push back. But these boys weren't making it easy. In breaking the fight, Cal made sure to subtly get a firm handful of both jocks' firm asses. A soft bulge grew in his pants.
"Jackson!" Cal shouted over the yelling boys. "You'll stay after practice." Jackson scoffed. The pitcher shoved off Cal's hand and walked away. "Jackson!" Cal called. The boy stopped. "Go run 20 laps."
"Coach!" Jacks whined. All of his buddies stayed silent, fearful of the coach's wrath.
"Now, Jackson." Cal turned to the other boys. Jackson huffed and jogged his way to the track just along the outer side of the field. "Tyler, go home. You're done for the day." Cal couldn't look Ty directly in the eye. The coach kept thinking of looking into those beautiful eyes as he sucked the teen's sweet meat. He couldn't risk getting any harder than he was. Ty tried to lock eyes with Cal, but his teary-eyes weren't gonna change anything if Coach didn't see them.
"I don't have a ride home," Ty said defeatedly. He hanged his head, digging his heel into the pitcher mound dirt.
"Don't worry about that," Coach Cal said. "Everyone else, just do what Coach Hixby tells you. I need to go sort out a few things." Coach walked back to the school. Jackson was running his laps. "How many Jackson?" Coach shouted at the boy.
"2 of 20, Coach!" Jackson shouted back. Coach made sure his head was facing away from the boy before cracking a big grin. Cal had had many talks with the hot-headed Lewis boy since the start of the season. None of them ever turned out like that one time with Tyler. Oh did Coach Maddox want another go with that one. Cal let his mind replay highlights of that time in his office. His cock chubbing up to half mast, snaking down his pant leg.
"Excuse me, Mr. Maddox," a timid voice said. Cal jumped a little, shocked out of his fond memories. He looked over and saw Simon Spry, the most journalistic kid the former pro-ball player ever met.
"What can I do you for, Simon?" Cal asked. Forgetting that his large cock was very evident in his tight pants. Simon couldn't help but stare at the slowly growing bulge. "Simon?" The teacher-coach called the boy.
"Oh sorry," Simon said, shaking his head and looking up at the man's face. "It's just that I have an article to write for the school paper and I was wondering if I could interview some of the players."
"Well, they're still in practice." Cal could see that the boy's jeans were growing a bulge of his own. "Tell you what, Ty should be in soon. You have a car right?"
"Yeah," Simon answered, very much surprised by his teacher knowing this.
"Can you give him a ride home? I'm sure he'd answer a few questions for you on the drive." Coach Cal smiled. This should help loosen Ty up and destress.
"Okay, that sounds good Mr. Maddox," Simon said with a big smile.
"Great! Now I need to go do some paperwork," Cal excused himself from the very horny teen. Simon stood and watched as the coach walked away. The teen rubbed his cock through his pants as he hungered for the big muscled ass. Cal moaned as he let himself feel up his hard cock after closing his office door. Having some play time with Trotter Vidhyarkorn and his husband Ashley was nice now and again. But it couldn't compete with that sensation of another baseball player's body.
"Coach?" Ty's voice asked from beyond the door. Cal quickly opened the door, pulled the boy in, and closed it. "Coa-." Cal cut off the teen pitcher's sentence with a hard kiss. Ty melted into his coach's arms, sucking in the man's tongue. Cal gripped hard onto the jock's pert ass. Squeezing and kneading the muscled ass. After a minute Cal pulled back, breaking the kiss. Ty's eyes were glazed over with lust. "Coach," he breathed.
"I can't," Cal said harshly. "You need to go home. Simon can give you a ride. He also needs to interview you too. Seems mutually beneficial. Don't you think?" The lust faded from the teen's eyes. His cheeks became red.
"Coach, please." Ty pressed his hard bulge against the coach's leg. His hand massaging one of the man's pecs. "Don't blue-ball me. I need you."
"I know and I'm sorry," Cal said. A hand stroking the jock's sweaty hair. "But I need to deal with Jackson and you can't be here when I do." Ty whimpered like a pup denied human food. "Enough. Go on," Coach said as he turned the boy around. "We'll be together again soon." The man opened the door and pushed the boy out.
"Hey Simon!" Ty shouted as he walked back to the locker room. Simon poked his head from around a row of lockers. "Hey, Coach said you offered to give me a ride home."
"Uh, yeah," Simon responded. "Yeah I can. I also need to interview you." The reporter stayed behind the lockers.
"That's fine." Ty looked around, "I'll be a few minutes. Just need to shower real quick."
"Okay." Simon said just as Ty turned around and walked off. "I'll just be outside then." The journalist headed out of the locker room. As he stepped outside, his gaze fell upon Jackson as the jock passed by. A shiver ran up Simon's spine.
Inside the coaches' office, Cal was swiveling in his chair waiting on the phone. "Hey man!" Cal shouted to the person he called. "Yeah, practice is still going. But I was wondering if you can come by and help me out with something." He stroked his cock through his pants as he listened. "Yeah, yeah. I just got this kid that needs some discipline. Yeah, that kind of discipline. I knew you'd be up for it." Cal threw his head back and squeezed his hard cock. "I'll see you in a few." Cal hung up the phone. He gave his cock one last squeeze before turning around to focus on paperwork. If he looked busy, hopefully he could send Harlan home.
"Jackson!" Coach Harlan Bixby called. "How many laps?!"
"18 of 20!" Jackson huffed.
"Alright. Coach Maddox will be waiting for you inside. Don't keep him waiting." Harlan shouted at the teen before heading to the locker room. The assistant coach couldn't wait to get home. Get home to his wife and a nice dinner, ignoring paperwork. He walked into the office, Cal was elbow deep in papers. "That looks like a lot of work."
"Feels like I've been looking at the same sheet for thirty minutes," Cal responded. "I don't think I'm gonna be getting out of here soon." Harlan shuffled some papers around on his desk. "Why don't you go home. You have a wife to take care of."
"I knew there was a reason I liked you," Harlan smiled. "I'll catch you later." He put away some things and grabbed his personal things. He patted his coworker on his back and rushed out the door.
"Fuck," Cal sighed. His cock did not go down at all. The coach kept thinking about what he was gonna do to Jackson. He gave himself a second before going into the locker room. "You in here Jackson?" The man called out. No response. The rest of the team had already come and went. Cal opened the outside door, looking around for the disruptive teen. He spied Jackson chatting up a couple girls. Knocking the boy down a couple notches seemed fun. He walked slowly, trying to make himself go unnoticed. Cal smiled inside as he heard the teen girls giggle. "Jackson!" The coach shouted with curt harshness. Both the girls and Jacks jumped in shock. "Did you finish your laps?"
"No sir." Jackson looked timid in the intense gaze of his coach.
"Ladies, if you wouldn't mind," Cal said with smooth authority. "Mr. Lewis here needs to finish his punishment. Or else he'll find himself buried in more consequences of his actions." The girls murmured their apologies and scampered off. Jackson felt small and ashamed. His acting out got him in more hot water. The teen couldn't help but feel his cock chub up with the weight of the coach's attention all on him. Once the girls were far away Cal came up and put a hand on Jacks' shoulder. "Jackson, I know it's tough." Jackson pulled away and started walking back to the school. "Jackson." Cal watched as the boy left. Just as the teen was inside, a man came walking onto the field.
"That looked like it went well," Trotter said as he approached Cal. "I take it that's the boy."
"Yes." Cal hugged his friend. Trotter couldn't help but give the coach's ass a quick squeeze. Cal chuckled. "This is gonna be fun." The two men walked to the locker room.
Jackson didn't know why he couldn't get his boner to go down. He hurried in undressing. He wanted to get out and steal some of his parents' alcohol. His mother's pressure to outdo Ty was unending. The heat and rush of the water was a sweet but short release.
Cal and Trotter stood back, watching the hot-headed teen wash his hard cock. Trotter was undressed in a flash and stroking his cock. Cal held back a chuckle as he undressed casually. He held up a hand, signalling for his best friend to wait, as he quietly walked up to the showers. The coach drank in the sight of the teen's tight muscled ass. Now just a few feet away, Cal could hear Jackson muttering something as he beat his stick.
"...take that. Yeah you fucking bitch. Just another cunt for my cock," Jacks muttered through clenched teeth. His ass cheeks clenched as he began to fuck his fist. "You're nothing but my bitch. I'm the pitcher. Fuck you!"
"Is this how you end every practice, Jackson?" Cal asked in a booming voice. Causing the teen jock to jump in shock. His foot slid. He caught himself on the wall.
"Coa-coach!" Jacks pressed his hot, hard, throbbing dick against the warm tiled wall of the showers. "I...I wasn't expecting you to come by."
"I can see that," Cal said as he stepped onto the wet shower floor. His own hard cock swaying with each step. "We have to talk, and I wanted to make certain you understand me." Jacks tensed up when he realized his coach was getting closer. The teen boy didn't know why his cock felt even harder, with Coach Cal right behind him. "Are you listening, Jackson?"
"Yes sir!" Jacks responded instantly. Cal could see that the boy was nervous and probably still horned up, being all pressed up against the wall. The man walked into the running shower water, letting himself become wet.
"Turn around Jackson. I want your full attention." Jacks looked over his shoulder. He saw Coach Cal standing under the running water. He knew this was hotter than when his mother talked to her best friend about seeing coach wet and shirtless at the Townsend house. "Turn around, Jackson," Cal said in a more authoritative tone. The boy turned to face his coach. His eyes focused on Cal's face. "Good." Cal took a moment to soak in the sight of his most troubling teen player all wet and hard. "I know this year hasn't been easy. I get that your mother can be overbearing, trust me on that." Cal stepped closer. His 9 inch cock poking the boy in the abs. Finally Jacks looked down and gasped at the sight. "You may be the pitcher, but I am the coach," Cal's voice was heavy with authority. "Now show me you understand what I am saying," the coach demanded.
The teen jock silently fell to his knees. This urge he's been holding back became overwhelming. He let go of his inhibitions. The jock boy's mouth opened and he swallowed the coach's cock. "Watch the teeth." Jackson never gave a blowjob before. Cal understood this as the boy's teeth kept skidding across his thickly veined dick. "Better," Cal encouraged as Jacks covered his teeth with his lips. "Now as long as you promise to stop getting into fights with Ty, good things will come your way." Cal reached back and motioned for Trotter to finally come join them. Trotter excitedly and quietly hurried into the shower. Cal put both hands on the boy's head, holding him down on his engorged cock. As Jacks started to choke on the the dick, Cal pulled out. "Now get up." Jacks stood up as fast as he could. "Turn off the water." Jackson did as he was told. Then he noticed the naked guy standing next to coach.
"Coach?" Jackson said tentatively.
"This is a good friend of mine, Jackson," Cal said. "He's here to show you how exactly good things can go for you if you cease messing with Tyler."
"Come here," Trotter said giddily. His 7 inch cock leaking pre onto the shower floor. Jackson stared for a moment at the strange man before walking up to him. "You've never felt good like this I bet." Trotter pulled the teen in and kissed him. The kiss was definitely a surprise. Usually it was Jackson that kissed the guy. But the teen didn't put up his walls fast enough. He gave into the kiss, sucking on the man's offered tongue. First Trotter moaned, then Jacks. Trotter's hands slid down the teen's back to firmly grasp the young, pert ass. Jackson humped his now leaking cock against the man's abs. Cal stood to the side, stroking his 9 inches, waiting for his fun.
"Have you ever had your ass eaten?" Trotter asked, breaking the kiss.
"What?"
"Okay." Trotter turned the teen around and bent him over. "Give the boy something to hold onto," Trotter told Cal. The coach chuckled and moved in front of the boy. He knelt so they were face to face. Trotter squatted behind the teen, pulling open the muscled ass cheeks. "Damn, this boy is hairless back here." The personal trainer teased the virginal asshole. His tongue lapping at it. A shiver ran up Jacks' spine. "Tastes like cherry," Trotter giggled before eating out the boy. Jacks moaned loudly. Cal grabbed onto the teen's shoulders as the boy's knees buckled.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!" Jacks cried. Trotter's tongue borrowing in the cherry ass. "How? How is this so fucking good?" The jock asked his coach.
"Right?" Cal chuckled. "This is the good stuff that'll happen again if you keep the rest of the season clean of fights with Ty." Jacks just moaned, eyes rolling back. Cal couldn't take it anymore. He leaned forward and kissed his athlete. Jacks reciprocated instantly. The jock and coach wrangled tongues back and forth from each others' mouths. Cal moaned into the boy's mouth. The man reached and started stroking the hard teen cock. Cal's own was oozing pre onto the shower floor. Trotter pulled out of the boy's ass. He smiled as the reddened ass lips puckered. He slapped the teen ass. Jacks grunted in his kiss at the hit. A faded red hand print grew on the white muscled ass. Trotter slapped it again and again.
"Now for my fun," Trotter said as he lined his cock with the winking cherry. With little pressure, the cock slid into the awaiting hole. Cal was worried the boy would scream from an invading cock. But Jacks only moaned and pushed back on the cock. "Fuck, this boy is swallowing my dick!" Trotter shoved his 7 inch dick into the teen hole. He gripped the boy's hips. Ground up against that strong muscled ass for a hot second. "Yeah boy! Take that cock!" Trotter slapped the clenched ass. Jacks groaned. Cal stood up and shoved his cock into the slutty jock's mouth. Jack moaned around his coach's veiny shaft. "Get that dick sucked!" Cal leaned forward, gripping his best friend's head, and pulled him in for a hard, tongue-wrestling sloppy kiss. Jacks gagged as more of Cal's cock pushed down the teen's inexperienced throat.
"FUCK!" Cal exclaimed as he pulled his cock out the choking teen's mouth. His 9 inches pulsating. The coach shot his cum all over the teen jock's face and in his open moaning mouth. "Fuck." Cal stumbled back a bit. His cock oozed the last of his seed onto the shower floor. "Damn." Trotter was still holding the boy's hips as he pounded that tight muscled ass. The coach's best friend was a machine, pistoning in and out. Both guys drenched in sweat.
"I'm cumming!" Jacks moaned. His teen dick throbbing as it shot rope after rope after rope of teen seed onto the tiled floor. His ass constricting tighter around Trotter's cock.
"Damn Cal! You didn't say this boy could milk a cock!" The yoga coach ground his crotch against the hard ass of the teen. He let out a long, low moan. The man threw his head back, mouth agape. The teen flexed his ass and moaned. Trotter's hot seed painting the once virginal ass walls. "Fuck yeah! Fuck!"
"Better hurry up and get another shower," Cal said, after catching his breath. "I'm sure his mom is freaking out that he isn't home yet." The coach turned around and switched on the shower again.