Trick and treating the quarterback
By Master Terra D
Paul was a little surprised by his Halloween costume.
Every year the football team dressed up and went out Trick-or-Treating to raise funds for the football program and other athletic events. Paul was the star quarterback, 6'3" tall, a trim but muscled build, black hair, blue eyes, with handsome boy-next-door looks. He shaved his body except for his arm pits and a triangle of pubic hair.
Usually, the team members went out in their uniforms, but Coach Simons said he'd received complaints about the boys wearing the uniforms for things other than playing. So, Coach Simons had rented some costumes.
Paul chose the Tarzan costume, remembering the pictures of his hero in a tunic and loincloth. Paul had the right build for it, and Indian summer had set into the area, meaning he'd be cool. Other team members chose bulkier and warmer costumes, not thinking about the weather.
Coach Simons had all the team members come to the locker room and shower prior to putting on the costumes so they wouldn't get as dirty.
When Paul showed up, though, most of the team had showered and gone.
"Coach, am I late?" Paul asked.
"No, you're right on time, Paul," Coach Simons said. "Your costume came in a little small and I didn't want to embarrass you in front of the team if you decide not to wear it."
"Small? What's that mean?" Paul asked.
Coach Simons held up the loincloth.
"That looks about right. Where's the tunic?" Paul asked.
"This is all they sent," Coach said. "I didn't want you to feel any peer pressure to wear it if you were embarrassed."
"Coach, these guys have seen me naked. This is not a problem!"
"Good, but there's another reason I had you come later," Coach said. "I need to give you an enema."
"Why?"
"Rental agreement. I didn't know until the costumes came in yesterday. They want to be sure it comes back `clean'," Coach said. "I'll let you wear your uniform if you don't want to do that."
"Not a problem, Coach. Let's just get it done, though. I'll never get done collecting donations if we don't hurry."
Paul and the coach stepped from his office and headed to the showers. The showers had flex-hose, hand-held shower nozzles. Paul'd had enemas before, in a doctor's office.
He watches Coach Simons twist a shower nozzle off and put a stainless steel tip on the end.
"This is made just for enemas, Paul. I'll use some lubricant to insert it so it'll be easier," Coach Simons said. "Go ahead and strip."
Coach stripped too.
Paul watched the coach strip as Paul stripped.
Coach had kept himself in good shape, often working out with the team. Coach stood at 6' even, slightly barrel-chested, with muscled arms and legs. Paul watched as the coach's hairy chest was revealed and Paul sneaked a peak as the coach bent over to remove his socks and pants.
Coach Simons kept his back to Paul, and Paul licked his lips as he glimpsed the coach's hairy ass. The coach's cock and balls dangled between his legs.
Coach grabbed a tube of lubricant and instructed Paul to bend over.
"Hold your butt cheeks apart for me, Paul," coach instructed.
Paul reached around and pulled his ass cheeks wide so the coach could administer the enema. Paul felt a cool sensation on his ass ring, then a finger slip inside. Paul tensed.
"Relax, Paul, or this will really hurt," coach said soothingly. Coach watched his finger apply the lubricant to Paul's shaved hole. He probed in and out, making sure it was lubed. He pressed a bit further in and massaged Paul's prostate.
Paul felt his dick start to harden. "I think I'm ready, Coach," he said, hoping to stop the sensations he was feeling.
Coach popped his finger out and slowly slid the enema hose inside Paul's tight hole. Paul was confused. He'd enjoyed the finger up his ass, but he felt he shouldn't have. He was enjoying the warm water filling his ass, too. He looked down and his dick was rock hard.
"Paul, I can't send you out with a hardon, not in that costume," Coach said.
"I'm sorry, coach. I don't know what's gotten into me," Paul said.
"Nothing's wrong, Paul. Different men get turned on by different things," Coach said, rubbing Paul's spot between his hole and nuts. He turned off the water when Paul said he felt full. Actually, he let it run just a bit longer.
"Hold that in for 10 minutes, then you can release it," Coach said.
"TEN MINUTES! I can't hold it that long, coach. I want to release it now," Paul pleaded. "I can't possibly keep my ass shut that long."
"It looked like you enjoyed my finger and the enema nozzle up your ass, Paul. I can help you keep that water in if you did," Coach said.
"Yeah, I liked those a lot, but this is hurting."
Coach stood behind Paul, and rubbed his dick up and down Paul's crack.
"That feel good, too, Paul?"
"Yeah, coach. It does..."
Paul's voice trailed off as Coach Simons slid his cock up Paul's ass.
Coach's dick was larger than the enema tip. Paul had seen the coach's cock before, but never hard. It's was 8 inches hard. Paul felt every inch.
Paul's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his body stiffened and didn't move.
"You doing okay, Paul?" Coach asked.
"Doin' fuckin' great, Coach!"
Coach Simons started fucking the quarterback's shitter. "Fuck me, Coach. It feels so good."
Coach Simons felt Paul push back on the coach's large cock. Coach held Paul by his hips and pumped his shaft in and out of the smooth, muscled hole.
"You got a nice, tight ass, Paul," Coach Simons said, fucking the quarterback's ass. "You liking the coach's dick up yer ass, son?"
"Yeah, coach. Fuck me, please," Paul begged, leaning back into the coach as the older man thrust his pecker in Paul's fuckslot.
When coach got to the brink, he pulled out and dumped his spunk down the drain, but shoved 3 fingers up Paul's ass to hold in the enema.
Coach cock walked Paul to a toilet and sat him down.
"Release, son," Coach said. Paul did. But he still had a hard on.
Coach kneeled in front of Paul at the toilet and took his hard cock in the coach's mouth. Paul carried just under 7 inches. Coach sucked and turned on his vacuum mouth, slipping a finger up Paul's ass.
Paul arched his back in ecstasy shot over and over as the coach swallowed.
Paul's entire body went limp as the coach sucked him dry.
"Get up, son. You have to go out and get those donations," Coach said.
"Coach, I can't. I'm getting another hard on! That'd show even with a jock strap and full uniform!"
"Come into the office," Coach said.
Paul followed the coach to his office, again.
He reached into a drawer and produced a cock cage. "Come here, son."
Coach worked the cage over Paul's dick, occasionally rubbing ice from his office's mini-frig on Paul's balls to keep his dick down. Once in place, Coach slipped a small padlock in place.
"What's that for?" Paul asked, a bit alarmed.
"It's to make sure you're not late doing your rounds. With it locked, you won't stop and jack off if you get horny. When you're done with your route, you're coming back here anyway. I'll undo the lock then, and you'll be fine."
"I guess, coach." "Grab your map and check your route, son. You're running late. I'll see you when you get back," Coach said.
Paul checked his map, and hesitated for a minute when he saw he'd been given a rural route. Coach read his mind.
"These people are supporters, too, Paul," Coach said. "I know you usually do a city route, but everyone has new routes this year. And do the route in that order. The last stop is our biggest supporter."
Coach saw Paul trying to adjust the cock cage.
"Let me test this," Coach said, turning Paul around. "Bend over."
Paul did and felt something wet on his rosebud, like a dog lapping at its water bowl. The coach's hands were on either ass cheek. Paul started moaning in pleasure. His cock grew, straining against the cage which would keep a hard dick unseen under a loincloth. Paul looked between his legs, and saw and felt Coach Simons' unshaven chin bobbing up and down.
Paul felt drool run down his inner thighs. He pushed back against the coach's face as Coach Simons drilled his tongue deep in the quarterback's hole.
"Stop, coach. You're driving me wild," Paul cried.
"You like me eating your ass, son?"
"Yes, sir," Paul said. Looking between his legs, Paul saw the coach's cock was dripping clear pre-cum on the floor. The coach noticed.
"You want to taste a man, Paul? Eat his ass? Suck his cock?"
"Yes...." Paul sighed as the coach started munching on the sportman's hole.
Coach turned Paul around and put him on his knees. Coach sat in his chair and pulled Paul's face to his dick. "Lick it and suck it, son."
Paul did. His tongue snaked out and lapped up the precum, then he nuzzled his face into the coach's crotch, sucking the hairy dick.
Without warning, coach seized Paul's head and held it on his cock. The sudden gush of cum startled Paul and he coughed some through his nose.
"Swallow."
Paul did, and had no more problems. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, then licked it off. The coach lifted the quarterback by his armpits, then slipped his tongue in Paul's mouth.
Satisfied the cock cage was doing its job, coach slipped the Tarzan loincloth on Paul, rubbed Paul's hair and slapped his ass as he turned to head to his truck.
Paul was ready to pick up some donations.