Trucker's Load - part 7 By Michael Kliewer Bearly1dawg@hotmail.com
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My life has turned out so differently from what I thought. As a high school jock, all I ever did was fantasize about big muscled trucker's, jocks, and other blue-collar types. Once I got out on my own I started to live out those fantasies. From the moment I stepped into that rest area bathroom just mere months ago, I have fulfilled fantasies with men that I only dreamed of. From the first hot trucker meat down my throat, to actually fucking and being fucked by my hot Dad, my life has changed in so many ways.
I was also about to embark on another such adventure. For all my life my Dad and his buddies have been doing weekly poker games. As it turns out there is more being wagered at this games than I thought. My father has invited me to join in the fun this week, and after the Friday night fuckfest we just had, I am up for almost anything.
I slept in late that Saturday morning, as my Dad and I fucked for hours the night before. I awoke to find the bed empty and my Dad already outside doing yard work. Getting up out of bed, I moved over to the window and looked out. There I saw my hot muscled Dad, raking leaves, the muscles in his back flexing with each stroke of the rake, and his jeans riding up the crack of his hot ass. I loved watching him exert himself, and watch that body in motion. Knowing I had been fucked by that powerhouse made my morning wood jump.
I quickly took a shower and made my way down to the back yard to help. "Hey Sport, looks like someone slept late" "Yeah, after that work out last night Dad, I am surprised you are up and about already", and with that I winked at him. He wrapped his strong arms around my shoulder, pulled me close, and kissed me on the lips. "Sport, after last night I am surprised you can walk" he said with a chuckle. "You would be surprised at what this boy can take", I said. "I am sure I will find out tonight". "Why don't you get that hot ass in gear and help me clean up this yard, afterward we can go get some lunch". "Sounds like a plan Dad". It wasn't long before all the chores were done; I was hot and sweaty, and starving.
Dad drove us down to the local diner for lunch, and once inside ran into two of his poker buddies. I was never quite sure who attended these games, but was damned interested once I found out. Along with my football coach, who was Dad's best friend, the other guys were Buck, who owned the biker bar outside of town, and Neal the local fire chief. Buck certainly lived up to his name though. He stood 6'3", and build like a buck deer. Big broad shoulders, hair seemingly popping out of everywhere, and huge guns illustrated with tattoos. Neal was a bit shorter, but still hot. He frame was smaller but you could tell he was a major powerhouse. His shirts always seemed to cling to his body, and really accentuated his tight frame. Where Buck was dark featured, with a full beard, Neal was fair, and sported a big bushy moustache. Either man would be a challenge in a fight, but I supposed wrestling for dominance was more their game.
"We still on for this evening, Frank?" Buck asked my Dad. "Sure as shit, man" "Besides, Sport here is going to join the game tonight so you guys be nice". Both men laughed at this as if there were some private joke going on that I just didn't get. "I'm sure he will do just fine, and we promise to not corrupt the kid too much" Neal agreed. "Good 'cause tonight will be his unofficial passage into manhood - his first guy's night out poker game!" All three men laughed, as mutual winks, and jabs were exchanged. "Well, we will let you finish your lunch, and see you and Sport here over at my place tonight" Buck said. I said goodbye to the big guys as they exited the diner, but watched each as they left to check out their asses. I looked at my Dad with amazement, and he just smiled. I could almost read his mind, or was it he who was reading mine. I couldn't help having a hard on in my jeans just looking at those men. I could only imagine how it would be to tangle with them.
Time flew quickly that Saturday afternoon, and I was anxious for the games to start. I had only been over to Buck's bar once, when a couple of guys from the football team, and I tried to sneak in and buy some beer. Buck runs a pretty rough crowd in there, mostly bikers and such, but it is always clean, and the cops don't hassle him. Even back then I thought Buck was a hot man, especially when wearing his leathers. There is something enticing about a man packed into tight leather pants or chaps that accentuates his muscles and his ass. He usually also wore a leather vest that just draped over his quarter sized nipples and a chain and leather armband around his left bicep. The tatts on his arms were a mixture of professional work and some from prison. Buck got into some trouble when he was younger, and spent two years in the local prison. Since then he cleaned up his act, but I think that time spent in jail as a young kid did leave some memories.
That night I took an extra long shower, and cleaned my self up both outside and in. I bought a "shower shot" from a local sex store, and made sure to clean my hole out well. I knew it was going to be used a lot tonight and wanted it to be squeaky-clean. Although I have to admit, feeling that warm metal nozzle send jets of warm water up into my hole just makes me hard. I worked myself up a bit while showering, but didn't want to loose a load this early. I figured by the time I finished with the poker game, there would be more than one lost. Dad must have been doing the same thing in his shower as it took him a bit longer tonight as well. We both dressed in white t-shirts, and our tightest jeans. Looking at my image in the mirror I knew the men could not resist the package. I was amazed at how hot my Dad looked though. He dressed in his favorite distressed jeans, which had a hole in seat of his jeans. Watching him walk to the car I noticed he was not wearing anything under them.
We drove out past the city limits, and it was already getting dark. Buck's had a few bikes, and one pickup parked out in the lot, but it was still early. Apparently the guys played poker in the back, and one of Buck's boys managed the bar out front. Just walking in the place you could sense the maleness that permeated the walls. The scent in the air was leather mixed with beer; it was s definite turn on. My dick started to stir, just on the scent alone. Buck was behind the bar serving up some cold ones to his early customers. He offered us both a beer and finished getting things set up. At the end of the bar was a dark figure I could not quite make out, but with the candlelight flickering off his chest, he was a hot man. The guy had his arms up on the bar, which pushed in and flexed not only his chest muscles, but his arms as well. He wore only a leather vest, and apparently shaved his chest as well. I could almost feel his eyes burn through me, as though he knew my soul. He stood, and walked in our direction, when the lighting was better I smiled at who it was. It was my football coach, Jerry. Damn he looked good.
Jerry was my Dad's best friend, and my godfather. He played pro-ball for about a year out of college, but he got injured and his career was gone. Although not a professional player any more, he kept his body in shape, and he loved coaching the high school team. I remember the first time I ever saw him in the locker room I was spell bound. Sure he hung out at our house a lot, but then he was just Uncle Jer. When the location changed he became a jerk off fantasy. Jerry is even bigger than Buck, in size and bulk. Jerry played lineman for the pros, and still was as powerful. He stood 6'2, and weighed in at about 230, he shaved his head, and his body religiously, and had the biggest smile around. Although a powerful man, he came off as a gentile giant most of the time, except where football was concerned. The first time I set eyes on him nearly naked, was one day after practice.
As usual I was fucking up on the field, and coach had me run extra laps after everyone had gone. I was dog tired, sweaty, and aching from running, and all I wanted was a hot shower. I got into the locker room and tried to get out of gear fast so I could relax. As I was finishing removing my gear, I saw Coach walk from his office, in nothing but his jock, into the showers.
The sight of that massive body, and that hard muscled ass wrapped in nothing but thin elastic straps, made my mouth water, and my dick hard. I was still very much in denial of what was really going on in my head, and although I jerked off to guys all the time, I still was a virgin at that point.
I quickly followed Coach into the showers. He had positioned himself at the far end of the room, and was already letting the spray from the shower race down across his back. He seemed to have his eyes closed, and enjoying the heat of the spray against his tight shoulders. I took one of the showers on the opposite side and bit down so I could really get a good look at him. With the water cascading down his body, the shimmer of the fluorescent lights, highlighted their bulk and form. Tight mounds of muscle, flexed beneath his skin as he moved to position the spray to all the sore spots on his body. I got a first hand look at those hard muscled glutes, and they seemed even more powerful in this light. As he turned around I was amazed to see this thick slab of cock meat resting over massive balls. I always wondered, and now knew for sure how well hung he was.
I guess he didn't realize I was there, because when he opened his eyes, he seemed startled. "He stud, I didn't really notice you came in" "Sure coach, you seemed pretty intent in that shower" "Yeah, these old muscles get tight and sore after awhile, and just letting the hot water run down feels good". I tried this entire time not to stare at his crotch, but I glimpsed down and saw it was getting harder. "You know stud, if you would stop clowning on the field you could really be our star quarterback" "I know coach, but sometimes my mind is just not on the game." "Yeah I have noticed stud, you need to keep your eye on the ball, not on the other guys tight ends" My jaw dropped, and I was speechless. "It's alright kid, we all go through that, but in order to be a winning team, we need to stay focused on the objective" "I realize your hormones are all over the place, and you can't keep from getting wood, but if you focus on the game we can take this championship." I just stared into his eyes as he spoke, it barely registered that as he was speaking to me, he was also soaping up, his now rock hard cock. I glanced down, and got embarrassed.
Coach noticed my confusion, turned around and finished soaping up his body. I quickly finished my shower and with my heart beating a million miles a minute went to get dressed. I could have kicked myself later for not taking advantage of the situation, but I was scared, and besides he was not only my coach, but also my Uncle Jer. Once the Coach finished his shower, he walked back to where my locker was. He had wrapped a towel around his waist, but you couldn't hide the meat lying just behind that terry material. He leaned his arm against the top of the lockers, crossed his legs and just stared for a minute. I stared back, and was utterly spell bound by the God in front of me. "You better hurry and get home soon, or your Dad will have my ass for keeping you this late" Little did I realize how literal that statement was.
"Hey Stud, glad you could join in on our game tonight" "You don't know how long I have waited for you to get old enough to join in" He slapped my Dad on the shoulder and winked at him. Hoisting the beer to his mouth I watched those huge biceps flex. The lighting in the bar trimmed them with highlights and he down his brew. "Hey numb nuts, get me another beer, will ya" Coach yelled back at Buck. "Sure butt hole, will have it there is a second, let me finish here would ya?" As we waited for Neal to show, Coach and I played a game of pool. It was mesmerizing to see that hot ass bent over the table making his shots. I could only imagine my face buried between those mounds of flesh, sucking and licking his hot hole. Maybe I would get my chance tonight.
Neal finally showed up and Buck led us to a room in the back of the bar. It was storage space Buck converted for his own private entertaining. It had its own well stocked bar, and the walls were all painted black. On the far wall there were two locked cabinets and some structure that looked like and "X" made of 4x6's, which was also painted black. He had decorated the place sparsely, but the effect was early back room dungeon. I was a bit intrigued by the whole atmosphere, but went along with the game. We actually did start the evening playing several rounds of poker. I being the newbie was struggling to keep up with the guys, but everyone was patient, and I soon was winning hands. As the night wore on the scent of beer, and richly flavored cigars was making the scene a bit surreal, it also did not hurt that I was getting drunk. At someone's suggestion, the next hand we would star to play strip poker.
The game started off innocent enough, but half way through, I got the feeling guys were loosing on purpose. At that point in the evening it was about 1am, my Dad was down to just his jeans, Uncle Jer was down to just his jock, Neal had on just his boots, and Buck was wearing his chaps, and I was down to nothing. I was loosing fairly, but getting a hard on by looking at all these men with out their clothes on. At one point Buck excused himself, saying he was going to close the bar for the night. Ten minutes later, he came back and said the bar was all ours. That started the guys throwing their cards on the table, and mumbling something about the real games starting. I watched as my Dad leaned over the bar to grab something on the other side, and Neal the fire chief quickly pinning him down. Buck got behind my Dad and started rubbing his leather-studded jock across my Dad's ass.
Coach then came up to me, wrapped his big arms around me, and kissed me passionately. His tongue parted my lips and found their way inside my mouth. I eagerly sucked on his tongue, and groped at his shoulders. This kiss lasted no longer than a minute, but it confirmed a lot for me. He then led me over to the bar, where it seems that my Dad was sucking Neal's cock, and Buck had torn open the hole in my Dad's jeans and was fucking him. I watched intently as my father was getting stuffed at both ends by these hot men. Neal had a wonderfully furry chest, and was playing with his nipples as Dad sucked his cock. My father to hold his balance against the bar had his hands tightly wrapped around Neal's waist and held firm to his ass. Buck was being true to his nature, and fucked like an animal in and out of Dad's hole.
Coach then took me over to where some storage boxes were, leaned over and exposed his ass to me. "Go ahead Sport, lick my hole, I know you have wanted it ever since that day in the showers" Here I was presented with the vision of my dreams. This hard muscled jock, spread out with his huge ass muscles waiting for me to devour him. He wanted my hot tongue on his hole, licking, sucking, kissing, and making sweet love to his most private spot. Coach reached around and spread his firm ass for me for inspection. I squatted down and lightly blew on his crack. The tingle of the air across his tight curly hairs, made him moan. "Yeah kid, give you coach a good work out". I wasted no time in burying my face in his hot sweaty crack. The scent of a man was there, and I wanted to taste him fully. I wanted to taste him in his most primal spot. I stuck my tongue into those sensitive folds and was eagerly let in. I could tell by the slightly stretched skin around his sphincter that not only did he like tongue up his ass, but hard cock as well.
As I lost myself in my Coach's ass, the activity behind me was changing. Neal and Buck had let my Dad up, and it seemed that Neal and Dad were now working over Buck. With the sound of chains rattling, I turned around to see what was happening. There on the wood planks resembling an "X" Neal and my Dad were restraining Buck. His arms were attached to the upper portions of the X and his legs at the lower, and Dad was applying chain restraints to Bucks ballsac as well, and attaching them to bolts mounted in the floor. Coach turned around, and nudged us forward. "Hey numb nuts, you up for some real man action," he said to Buck. "Fuck yeah man, work this biker man over, and show me what you got!" Coach went over to one of the black cabinets on the wall and unlocked the doors. As he opened the cabinet I could see inside that it was stocked will all sort of sex toys, whips, chains, restraints, and other things I had just not seen before.
Coach selected a whip from the cabinet, and quickly snapped it into the air.
The cracking sound made me jump and slightly scared. We all moved out of the way, and Coach let the first lash of the whip hit Buck's back. Buck arched his massive back in reply to the punishment, and moaned. "Yes, Sir" was his response. Coach hauled off again and struck Buck a few more times. Each time the whip hit it's target, Buck would arch his back which tightened the restraints on his arms, legs, and pulled mightily at his ball sac. The exquisite pain of the conflicting tortures was definitely getting me excited. I never imagined that a big guy like Buck would submit to this, but the image was sexually charging. Coach lashed out at Buck for a few more times, and then walked up behind him, put his massive guns around his neck and kissed him. He soothed the fresh wounds on Buck's back with gentle touches, and soothing words I couldn't quite make out.
The whole scene was mesmerizing, so much so that I hadn't notice the Neal was on his knees in front of me sucking my cock. He was expertly deep throating my meat, while my Dad was under him, sucking his. The sensual pleasure being given by this man was unbelievable. I noted that Buck had been released from his cross, and both he and the Coach were kissing passionately. Apparently there was a bonding there that went far beyond just leather play. As they broke their embrace they came back to us, and joined in the fray. Cocks were sucked, assess eaten, and mouths happily filled. What I hadn't noticed previously was that in the ceiling Buck had set a side a place for a sling. I was hoping I would fill that sling, but seemed to be someone else turn.
Breaking free from the gangbang, Neal was being led off to the corner. Candle sconces set on adjacent walls were let, and the intense, and vibrant sounds of Gregorian Chants was played in the background. Neal happily took his place in the sling, and allowed the other men to restrain his legs and arms. I followed over, and took inventory of all the things Buck was getting out of the cabinet. First a can of Crisco, then rubber gloves, the various sized dildoes were assembled. I was getting the idea, that not only did Neal of a great ass, but that he enjoyed expanding his limits of pleasure with it. Neal had procured his bottle of poppers from his clothes, and was presently snorting big hit. I know that whenever I have done them, it makes me opened, and aggressive. I assumed he hoped for the same.
Once things were set into place, my Dad took position at Neal's mouth, and made him suck his cock. Buck was at the end, slowly, methodically smearing Crisco on his hands, arms, and of course Neal's waiting hole. Coach came to sit behind me, put is arms around my shoulders, and pulled me close to him. His scent was driving me wild, but the casual licking, and biting at my neck were helping. He whispered in my ear that I should watch and learn. I had never thought about fisting before, but I had to admit that the scene was making me hot.
This was apparently something the guys did from time to time to vary their play. Each had a particular fetish that was satisfied by the group. Buck liked to be whipped on the St. Andrews Cross, Neal loved to be fisted, and I had yet to figure out the Coach's and my Dad's proclivities. I watched intently as slowly Buck worked his thick fingers into the pliable muscle of Neal's ass. I could tell when Neal was feeling particular pleasure as his back arched, and he sucked my Dad's cock deeper into his throat. Intently Buck worked in 4 fingers into Neal's hairy hole, each push a little deeper. Finally, Buck slid his thumb besides and pushed. With a bit of effort his massive paw sank into the hole. Neal moaned in exquisite pleasure as his anal cavity was filled with Buck's large hands. Buck wasted little time in moving into the next phase and closed his fist inside the man.
My Dad was talking slowly to Neal, with little emotion, but the intent was clear. I could here him tell him what a good boy he was, and how hot it was to see that fist fill his hole. He kept cadence with Bucks ministrations, and Neal continued to accept his arm. Working as if a team, both my Dad and Buck had Neal rocking. The occasional hit of poppers allowed him to open himself up, to accept more of Buck into his ass. By now my dick was leaking precum like a faucet, and with the Coach teasing my nipples I was sure to shoot. I could only imagine the satisfaction Neal felt taking that large paw into him, feeling that filled with a man's hand. Each movement that Buck made would send rivers of pleasure coursing through Neal's body. I could almost feel that fullness myself, and my ass ached to be used.
Neal endured his pleasure for over an hour. Buck worked the hot man's hole to the point that he almost had him to the elbow. Neal's world was far beyond us in his head, and he gave over his body to the pleasures of the big biker. My father's cock still lodged in Neal's throat was getting a heavy working on. Just as patiently as Buck slid his arm into Neal, he also allowed it to exit. It was only as the hand finally made it through those sensitive lips, did Neal shoot a hardy load across his stomach and chest. Buck continued to play with the hungry hole, until Neal lay still and sated in the sling. Coach broke away from me briefly as he went to get Neal some water, and help to lift him out of the sling. The scene I just witnessed was far from my usual fantasies, but felt that I would love to take his place.
None of the other men had yet cum, and I was about as randy as the rest. I was hoping to feel each one of those men in my holes, and was not going to take no for an answer. Apparently this was the plan all along, and the two scenes I just witnessed were the preshow. The men wanted to show me the horizons I could yet reach for, and things I might want to enjoy. It also prepped these fucking hot muscle guys for a real work out on the kid. Leading me back into the main area of the bar, Buck set up a round of shots of whiskey. Each of us downed our courage, and I was led over to the pool table. There my Dad forced me to my knees, and shoved his cock into my mouth. I closed my eyes as I worked his big cock into my throat.
Each of the others gathered around and I could hear them say how hot it was to watch me suck my Dad's cock. They loved the fact that I was feeding from the hose that gave me life. I had to admit that sucking my own Dad's dick did give me a charge. I was then lifted up to the tabletop and laid a cross the table. There my head dangled off the side and the Coach slid his thick piece into my waiting mouth. My legs were then lifted and my ass hole exposed. Not to be out done, Buck got down between my legs, and started to eat my hole. I squirmed in delicious pleasure as his beard rubbed against my tender flesh. Both my Dad and Neal held my legs so that Buck could gain better access to my young pucker.
After what seemed like hours of pure bliss I heard someone spit into my hole. I assumed it was Buck, but then I felt the tip of someone's cock at my entry. I closed my eyes tighter, concentrated on sucking the Coach's cock, and let myself relax. Having seen all these men, and their ample pricks, I knew my ass was in for a stretching and work out. Buck pressed his thick-mushroomed head against my tight hole, and pushed. The cock head came through and the sheer pain almost made me black out. No matter how much I relaxed ahead of time, it hurt like hell. I breathed, and tried to concentrate on the Coach's cock. The pain subsided and Buck started to fuck me. His burly body slammed into my hole, and it shook the table. I heard both my Dad and Neal cheer him on. "Fuck that young ass, yeah man fuck my boys hole". Buck was sweating like a pig as I felt drops of perspiration hit my body. Even the Coach was getting into the scene, and his husky voice made me want it even more.
Buck was not gentile or easy, but his cock filled my hole completely, and each nerve ending inside me was raw. I loved it. I could tell from his exertions that the big man was ready to explode. His thrusts became more violent, and it took all the men could do to keep me steady. Finally, with a loud scream, Buck blew his juice into my hole. My ass was on fire, but it had a long way to go. The big man slid out of me, and immediately my hole was filled with another cock. My Dad now took his place, and with Buck's cum inside me, taking my father's dick was easier. I felt him slide his large member deep into with purpose. He started bout slowly massaging my sphincter with his shaft, each time pulling all the way out and pushing back in again. I thought I would die of pleasure. His pace would increase, and he would long dick me. Each one of the men was amazed at the scene. Although they all had their fantasies, seeing the incest made it hotter. Here their best friend was fucking his own son, and the boy loving hit.
With my ass hole fully coated with cum, and my mouth filled with cock, I was in heaven. The whole scene must have been too much for my Dad, because before I knew it he was adding his load to Buck's in my hole. He slammed his cock deep into me and I felt each spasm hit its target. The men changed positions and posts once more, and my hole was now filled with Neal's cock. He recovery time was amazing and knowing he recently shot a massive load, I knew my ride would be a long one. I was right. He may not have been as big as the others, but its sheer girth made me wince. My hole was getting pink with use, by it was still hungry. I have noticed that in previous encounters, that once one guy has opened my hole; I am ready for the next. He took his time in pleasuring me. His strokes we gentle and timed, and it was an easy ride. I now had Buck's cock in my throat, and I was just barely managing to clean it off.
Neal was a considerate lover and although his urgency was felt he really wanted to enjoy my ass. He felt me tighten against his shaft and suck him deeper into me. I almost thought his cock expanded more each time it slide across those tender linings in my hole. It was hot, and slippery, and cum was dripping out of my ass at this point. The men were hot, and sweaty and the combination of man, sweat, liquor, and poppers was unbelievable. I pushed back against the man to allow him to know my pleasure. I was in heat but I was far from done. As much as I was enjoying this I still had one man's dick I craved. I wanted my Coach to fill me, and I wanted him to be the cherry on top of the cake. Neal for all his struggles could not hold off any longer. He slipped his meat into my young hole, and filled me with his second load.
I think all of the men knew that the time of reckoning was coming. Dad held one leg, Buck the other, and Neal was at my mouth. I could taste the combination of sperm and my own ass on his cock, and knowing whose juices I tasted made it even better. There is nothing like cum, but when it is from men you know, admire, and lust after it is all that more enjoyable. Coach was more than ready for my hole, but to my surprise he squatted down first, and planted his mouth at my hole. He began to lick and suck the other men's juices into his mouth. His tongue sliding into my now sore hole just fired me up. He wanted his path to be clear, and yet take some of what the others gave. The Coach shared his prize with both men holding my legs by kissing each passionately.
He then got into position and with one push slid past my defenses. His being the largest both and size and girth of the group, even my already used cunt took notice. He proceeded to hammer his cock into me, and working my cock at the same time. "Yeah fucking jock stud, you took all these guys cocks, and now you got mine" "I knew you wanted me from the first time you set foot on my field, but I was waiting, waiting for you to be old enough" "Your Dad and I suspected you liked dick, but it wasn't until recently we figured it all out" "You see that coincidence of you fucking your Dad in the rest stop was a set up" "Yeah the fucking hot cop you played with awhile back tipped us off to how hungry you were, and we knew it was time".
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. These guys set me up! They waited until now so that they could all take turns at my hole, so they could initiate me into their ranks. My rite of passage was enduring their sex, their maleness, and my own instinctive desires. Coach was a brutal fuck, and let me have his cock. He wanted me to enjoy riding it. He pulled out of my hole with an unceremonious plop, and climbed on the table with me. He lay down on his back, and had me mount him. I straddled his waist, staring down at the huge member that I was impaling myself on. As I sat down on that stiff shaft, I heard a collective groan from the group. All the others were now stroking their stiff pricks around the table. They were cheering me on, urging me to take it, to ride it like I wanted it. I did. I slid easily back down on that shaft and clamped my ass muscles down.
I started to work myself up and down on that huge dick. I stared into the Coach's face and dared him to fuck me; I dared him to shove his cock into my jock ass. My hole would never be the same after tonight, and these men knew it. They knew I crossed that line into sexual oblivion. I wanted to hurt; I wanted to feel that exquisite pain of having a real man's cock inside me. I wanted desperately to please these men, to allow them to know how much I wanted their maleness. I needed that bond to the core of my being, and here I was satisfying that need. I rammed my ass back down on the Coach's pelvis and knew I had him on the verge. He grabbed the sides of the pool table and with his pelvis, met my action. We were a well-oiled machine, which was about to explode. I knew I had him, and I could feel his cock expand inside me, I was going for the goal, and the Coach was fielding the pass. All of a sudden I hear him scream, and his pelvis buck, and I held on for dear life. His violent orgasm rocked the table, and I almost fell off his hard cock. The other men, seeing this shot their loads at the same time.
Coach lay exhausted on the table, the other men spent, but wanting, and waiting for my eruption. I stayed impaled on Coach's cock, and started stroking. Feeling my ass muscle clenched tightly around his monster meet, remember the feel of each of those cocks sliding into my hole, and the overwhelming satisfaction of being their hole, I shot. My first volley shot over the Coach's head, the second, third, fourth, and fifth all landed on his torso. The other men were quick to bend down and lick my hot jizz off the man's chest. I dismounted my stead, and hazily lay down. I was exhausted, used, sore, and very satisfied. I think we all must have passed out from sheer exhaustion on the bar floor. When I awoke, Coach had repositioned himself behind me in a spoon fashion, and his big muscular arms held me tight to his sleeping body. His cock was hard again, and nudging my backdoor and I slowly moved to accommodate.
As the Coach's cock slid back up into my hole, I felt as though I had found a niche. I knew I was a cock hungry jock, and now I could prove it. All those years of hiding are done, and I can satisfy my needs, and theirs well.
I figure there are a great many truckers on the road looking for hot jock to satisfy their needs, and I am just the jock stud to do it.