Wanna Hook Up? Clark Wayne undermour001@hotmail.com
WANNA HOOK UP?
yes.
COME PICK ME UP
Where?
COACH'S PLACE
why are you there?
NO REASON
Cool. Give me 10
JUST COME IN. DOORS UNLOCKED. WE'RE IN BASEMENT.
Chase finished reading the text, threw on some clothes and rushed out the door. He couldn't get to his car fast enough. It had been a few days since his buddy, Riley, and him had hooked up. Although Chase was the taller, more aggressive alpha of the two; cocky, beautiful face, light brown hair, the cheekbones of a fitness model and a body of a god, the top athlete loved to get fucked. And he loved to have Riley to do it, rut inside his football player ass and release his warm load deep inside his hole. It had been a few days and he was fucking horny as hell.
It wasn't uncommon for a football player to be at the coach's house. It was a hangout for the team, an open-door policy. Coach felt it kept the guys from getting into trouble if they had a place to come and workout, swim, play video games or just chill.
Chase pulled up to Coach Phillips's house and was puzzled to see Riley's truck in the driveway. He had assumed Riley hadn't driven there and that's why he needed Chase to pick him up. Whatever. Chase climbed out of his car, his big frame rising above the roof like a muscular giant. He was 6'4 which made it hard to get in and out of his small two-seater convertible but he liked the way he looked driving it around.
He did as he was told and walked into the house. He had been there a plethora of times over the last couple of years so he knew his way around. The house had a full training gym. As he went down the stairs into the basement, he could hear the clanging of weights and loud words of encouragement from Coach's baritone voice. The Coach's personal gym almost rivaled the school's state of the art gym. The dude had money, was a trust-fund baby. Every apparatus, every machine, every gym amenity, it was beautiful; wall to wall mirrors, stainless steel trim and a shiny, gray rubber floor.
Chase idolized Coach James Phillips. The man was an inspiration to all the guys on the team. Not only had he led them to two championships but he had connections with all the top recruiters so he felt confident in his future career. He was everything Chase wanted to be. If he couldn't play ball, then he wanted to coach. There was also the fact that Chase wanted nothing more than to be fucked mercilessly by the older man. Many times, he jacked-off thinking about sex with Coach, cumming all over himself and pretending it was Coach's load as he scooped if off his abs and sucked it off his fingers. Sometimes, while Riley was fucking him, their fuck-talk would involve fucking around with their mentor. Riley's fuck-talk was legendary. The top was very verbal, always knowing what to say, whispering it in Chase's ear while buried deep in his hole.
He was lucky finding a dude like Riley to fuck him. It was like winning the lottery. Riley was cocky, forward and blunt, a top athlete. He took what he wanted and he wanted Chase's ass. He didn't waste time getting it once he knew for sure that Chase was a cock-hound.
Coach was in his mid 30's, his prime. He never lost the physical edge he trained so hard for in college. As far as Chase knew, Coach looked as good today as he did 15 years ago. The envy of every guy at school, the fantasies of every girl and some guys. Chase's dream guy. The Coach was just his type. Tall; 6'6, ruggedly handsome, a stacked muscular body, brooding and had a masculine musky smell. The guy was a hard-ass. Total Alpha. The dude never smiled and he was tough. He didn't take shit from anyone and he hated complainers. He was a mean motherfucker but only because he wanted the best out of his players. He pushed hard and demanded excellence. If you didn't give it to him, you could find yourself warming the bench or worst-case scenario, cut from the team. But everyone respected the hell out of him. If you pleased him then you earned his respect as well. The dude was walking sex. He had swagger, arrogance, bad-boy charm. Love him or hate him, you still wanted to fuck him.
Chase entered the gym and was greeted with a curious sight. Coach and Riley were at the squat rack, a bar of weight over Riley's shoulders while he performed deep squats. The ass that Chase loved to hold onto while Riley plugged his ass, was sticking out, muscular, bubble, so beautiful. Coach standing behind, spotting. While this was not what made Chase curious, the attire they wore did. Both were shirtless, sweaty, chest and shoulders pumped, arms bulging. That was normal but below the waist they both sported their team football pants, pants that had been cut into shorts. Not just shorts but SHORT shorts. The tight, shiny, white spandex football shorts, a navy blue and gold stripe on the side, molded to their high, tight asses, the dimples in each cheek seen flexing through the fabric. The frayed hems strained tight across the top of their quads. The rear hem barely covered their asses. Riley's shorts riding up his crack as he squatted, his smooth ass checks barely contained. It looked a little gay but at the same time, seeing Riley in those shorts was hot. The guy could wear anything and make it look good. It was just odd to see the two men wearing matching pairs like they were twinsies or something. Coach's body was simply breathtaking. The laces on the tight shorts showed off his bulge and, like Riley, his ass stretched the shorts to their limit.
Chase's heartrate jumped. His cock stiffened as he approached slowly, watching Riley finish his set. Both men were sweating and Riley's plump chest was heaving after the heavy set.
The Coach stepped up behind Riley, nuts to butt and helped him rack the heavy weight before he finally noticed Chase.
"Chase! My man," Coach said in his usual gravely, deep voice as he gave Chase a solid fist-bump.
"Coach," Chase acknowledged. He looked at Riley, confused. Since when did Riley workout with Coach and at his house without inviting him. He was a little jealous. He knew Riley knew how much Chase wanted in Coach's pants so why not share the wealth? Sex with Coach wouldn't ever happen but he at least he could hang out with the man and save those memories in his spank-bank.
"Hey brother," Riley said with a bro-hug, a double pat on the back. Chase loved it when Riley was sweaty from a hard workout. He had a manly smell and his muscles were hard and slick. The smell reminded him of their many after-workout fuck sessions.
Riley was panting. His smooth sweaty body trembled from the heavy lifting. He stood up straight and leaned into the bar, trying to catch his breath. Chase couldn't help but stare at the gorgeous athlete. Riley was everything Chase could hope for in a fuck-buddy. He was exotic looking, part Asian. Muscular, ripped, jet-black hair, green eyes and a fucking insatiable sex drive. Dude always wanted to fuck. Chase had found the perfect top because Chase loved to bottom. He didn't know why but he loved it when Riley would fuck him into oblivion. There was nothing better than looking up into his best friend's handsome face, intense eyes, his cocky sneer, as he was getting railed.
"Since when do you workout without me, jerk?" Chase smiled. "What's wrong? Getting tired of me besting you?" Chase chuckled, taking a verbal jab at Riley.
Riley looked at Coach and shrugged. "Eh, I dunno. What, like a month or so?" He asked Coach.
"Two." Coach responded quietly, short and blunt.
"I guess it's two then," Riley said as he patted Coach on the shoulder. "I just wanted some extra training on the side. Didn't want to screw with your workouts. Wanted to add a little size. Cut up. Coach offered to train me. Awesome, huh?" Riley exclaimed as he flexed his quad muscle. The cords of muscle flexed like steel cables. Of course, Chase had noticed Riley's recent progress with his body during their fuck-sessions but just assumed it was football training at school.
"Dude, you don't need to get any bigger. You know how I like..." Chase slammed his mouth shut. He looked away hoping the comment wasn't too revealing to the Coach. He blushed because he was remembering their last hook up. Riley made him lick his torso and he did so without even a second thought. His tongue felt every nook and cranny of those six-pack abs and sculpted chest.
Coach spun Riley around. "Look at this shit," Coach said in his usual low, quiet voice as he gave Chase a firm smack on his ass. Riley flinched and flexed his ass. Coach smacked the firm ass again and gave a quick squeeze. "Fucking tight as a drum. Could bounce fucking quarters off this thing." Chase swore he heard Coach give a low growl.
Chase's eyes widened. He felt a twinge in his stomach as he watched the older man admire his best friend's ass.
"He's a beast, Coach. You know that," Chase replied in a nervous tone. This was making his dick hard. His hands balled into fists and he stood and squeezed them tight at his sides. Fuck Riley for not telling him he was working out with Coach and wearing nothing but fucking cut-off football pants. Like, how gay was that? Fucking cocky bastard. He couldn't believe his best friend would flaunt Chase's sexual obsession in his face like that.
Coach slapped Riley's other cheek. The loud smack echoing off the mirrored walls.
"Hey, Jamie! Take it easy. That hurt!" Riley turned around and punched him in the shoulder and laughed.
Chase suddenly was surprised. He just heard Riley call Coach by a nickname? Not his formal name of James but a less formal version. What the fuck? No one ever called Coach by his real name, let alone a nickname. He had no idea they were so close. Now he was really getting pissed.
"Jamie?" Chased asked.
Riley ignored him.
"Yeah, but have you seen an ass like THIS?" Riley asked as he spun Coach around showing Chase the round sculpted ass. He gave it a firm smack, making the bubble butt jiggle before Coach flexed it tight. With Coach's back turned Riley smiled and winked at Chase before mouthing the words, "fucking hot ass."
Chase just stared wide-eyed while mouthing back, "What the fuck?"
He spun Coach back aground and put his arm around his shoulder and pulled him tight in a headlock.
"Riley," Coach said, monotone but not attempting to break the hold. "Please."
Riley let him out of the headlock.
"Don't be a fucking pussy, Jamie." Chase gulped. Riley was being bold with the older man. He wasn't showing him the kind of respect he normally does at school. "Own it," Riley said, "God knows you work hard to get that ass not to mention those legs. No one compares. Well, except, maybe Chase here," Riley said with a nod to Chase. He winked at him again.
Chase's heart was racing. He was so aroused right now. This was a side of Coach he had never seen before. Coach was being docile. He was still his usual quiet, brooding self but something was off. He almost seemed submissive to Riley.
Chase rolled his eyes trying to play off the comment as a joke. "Well, you know how I like squats too," he said sarcastically with a shrug.
Riley still had his arm around Coach. He had a playful, teasing nature about the way he was holding onto him.
"Speaking of your hot ass, look what Coach got you."
Wait, did Riley just say he has a hot ass in front of Coach?
Riley picked up a plastic bag and tossed to Chase. He reached in and pulled out an identical pair of football shorts like the ones they were wearing.
"Thanks?" Chase said, confused.
"For working out. With us. Here." Riley said, excited.
"Huh?" Chase unfolded the shorts and then it hit him that he was being invited to workout with Coach. "Oh! Oh, damn. Thanks! Cool. So, is this the mandatory uniform?" he laughed.
"It is in here." Coach said.
"Ok." Chase held them up. "Wow. These are so...gay." He scoffed.
"You should recognize them, Chase. They're your game pants. The ones you wore last year in the championship game. I saved them," Coach ran his fingers over the laces.
"Try them on." Coach said as he stared into Chase's eyes.
Riley grabbed them and threw them on a chair.
"We're done, now. Let's go upstairs," Riley said to them. Coach, not questioning him, started for the door.
"Uh, aren't we going to go do...that thing?" Chase asked, speaking in code. He was getting agitated. He wanted to get fucking laid and he felt uncomfortable with what was happening between Coach and Riley right now. He didn't know what to make of it all. Riley's demeanor was Alpha all the way. He was manhandling the older athlete all the while, Coach was not trying to stop the unusual behavior of one of his players.
Coach stopped and turned.
"Of course, we're going to do that...thing," Riley replied with a condescending tone, nodding his head. "That's why I told you to come over. Duh."
"Uh, Oh...kay?" Chase stammered. He looked at Coach and then to Riley. "Wh...when?"
Riley looked up at the Coach and they made eye contact. Riley was still holding on to Coach's muscular shoulder. Riley was shorter than Coach by about six inches so to see him holding on tight to the taller man looked a bit comical. Chase was 6'4 which turned him on that a shorter dude like Riley could manhandle him so easily when they fucked. Riley and Coach nodded to each other as if using telepathy. Riley looked back at Chase.
"Fuck. It's a good thing you're so fucking pretty." he said condescendingly. "Did I not just say we're going upstairs?"
"I don't get it," Chase tilted his head, looking like a confused dog.
"What do you mean you don't get it?" Riley responded, his brow furrowed. "I'm going to fuck you like I always do. Why the fuck do you think I asked you to come here?" he said to Chase as if to call him stupid.
Chase's heart dropped into his stomach. What the fuck was Riley doing? He just said he was going to fuck him, in front of the Coach. He started sweating and his mouth went dry. He was horrified. He looked at the Coach and then back to Riley.
"What the fuck?" Chase exclaimed. "What are you talking about, dude?" Chase's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets.
Riley's lips turned up into a devious smile.
"Bro, I'm talking about fucking you like we always do. Why are you being such a dumbass?"
"What the fuck, Riley. What the fuck?" Chase trembled. He kept looking at the coach who had a straight look on his face as if this wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Chase was paralyzed.
"What the fuck? Use that pee-brain in that pretty little head. Bro, we're all going upstairs and I'm going to fuck you. Coach is going to watch." Riley said, faking a confused look on his handsome face.
Chase was speechless as he looked at Coach. Coach raised an eyebrow as if to ask Chase why he was being so clueless. What? The Coach wanted to watch Riley fuck him? He knew? How?
"Remember, Chase? That one night a few months ago, you were on your back and I was boning you real rough. Remember? I was fucking you the way you like? Like a bitch, deep and long."
Chase thought he was going to melt into a puddle in the floor. He couldn't believe Riley was outing him in front of another guy. Worse yet, that guy was his Coach. Chase was mortified and he turned and started towards the door. All he could see was the end of his football career. He wanted to leave. He wanted to dig a hole and bury himself.
"Dude. You're not leaving, are you?" Riley said in a teasing tone.
Chase stopped with his hand on the door. "I got to go," Chase said quickly.
"Chase, dude, calm the fuck down. Come. Here."
Chase turned. Riley had a stern expression on his face. Riley pointed to a spot on the floor close to him. "Here."
Chase found his feet moving slowly to the spot Riley had indicated. He couldn't disobey his friend and fuck-buddy. It was the dynamic of their relationship, well, their sexual relationship anyway. Now Riley was using his Alpha outside of sex and Chase found that he still couldn't deny him. He stood on the spot and took a deep breath. There were tears in his eyes. His eyes told Riley to `please don't do this.'
Riley continued as if he didn't care about what Chase was thinking. "Anyway, we were fucking and we were taking dirty to each other and I asked you who you wanted more than anyone, besides me? Remember? And you said Coach Philips. Then I said that I wanted to fuck you while he watched and that made you nut so hard, dude! Remember?"
"Wow. Did you nut so hard, Chase?" Coach asked but with sarcasm in his voice.
"I... I... oh my fucking god." Chase was mortified. "Riley. Stop."
"You were right. Dude's cute when he freaks out," Coach said as he leaned into Riley and they exchange a slow, deep kiss.
Chase's jaw dropped. His eyes were beyond wide. His dick went harder than ever before. He felt the blood rush to his head. He thought he was going to faint.
"Are... are you two...?" Chase asked, shocked.
"Fucking? Yeah. Well, I'm fucking him," Riley answered with a wink.
The coach shrugged as if to say, "Meh, he is."
"But, why didn't you tell me..."
"Because I asked him not to," Coach interrupted.
Chase looked at the Coach. "Oh."
"Sorry, buddy. He didn't want everyone to know he likes the D," Riley said as he kissed Coach again.
"Yep. I like the D," Coach stated like it was nothing at all. It was funny how this guy was always so chill off the field.
Riley ran his hand through Coach's thick hair. "He's not much of a talker, are you, big guy?" Coach shook his head. "That's ok. You don't need to. I just like you to lay there and look pretty. Hey! Just like you, Bud!" Riley said to Chase.
"Ugh." Chase groaned.
Riley grabbed a handful of Coach's hair and yanked his head back. Coach gasped and then moaned. He was clearly loving the dominance.
"You like MY D, don't you? You're my boy. Aren't you, you hot fucker?" Riley tightened his hold on Coach as he spit into Coach's mouth.
Coach swallowed and then licked his lips.
"Fuck yeah, I'm your boy. I'm your fucking cum-hole." Coach growled as Riley ran his other hand over his ripped abs and down over his crotch and stroked the laces of his bulge through the tight spandex.
Coach was looking up at the ceiling when he asked, "Are you his boy, too, Chase?"
Chase closed his jaw. His mouth was still dry. The man of his dreams was taking his best friend's cock. He was his fuck-boy. The man wanted Riley to own him. His idol, his mentor, the man he wanted to be was standing before him, another man's property. Chase trembled and then smiled. He now knew that he would be, he IS just like Coach, just like he dreamed, another man's hole. That made him happy.
Chase slowly nodded his head.
"Say it." Riley said quietly, yet sternly as he released Coach's head.
Chase looked at Coach.
"Don't fucking look at him. I'm talking to YOU?" Riley scolded.
Chase flinched at the sudden loud tone. His eyes quickly diverted to Riley and quietly whispered, "Yes, I'm your boy."
"Right on, bro! I mean, I know you are but I like hearing dudes like you say it," Riley bragged. He was breaking out of the Alpha tone. He broke away from Coach. He pulled Chase in for a deep kiss. "You are going to fucking get your mind blown, buddy. More than usual, that is." He kissed Chase again.
"Yeah. I think you're right," Chase said as Coach kept constant eye contact. They silently nodded to each other. The nod told the other that they knew they were in the same position. They were both being used by a superior male. Chase couldn't help but wonder how Coach became this other man he didn't know. How such a masculine powerhouse of a man fell prey to a younger dude, someone he was supposed to have authority over? How did a cocky kid bring down this mountain of muscle and brawn? Most importantly, why did Riley tell him about their own sexual relationship? Why did he break their trust? He must have had a good reason.
Riley gave Coach a little push towards Chase. He stepped slowly up to Chase, his eyes saying, "Welcome. You and I have found our purpose." They stood nose to nose. Chase could smell the sexy musk and the after-shave of the rugged man before him. Coach Philips put his hand behind Chase's head and pulled him forward until their lips touched. It was a quick kiss. Then a longer one. Then a deeper one as Coach pulled the boy in hard and ground his hard cock against Chase's.
Coach pulled away. He turned to kiss Riley. Riley put his hand on Chase's shoulder. "If you didn't already know before, all this time, I own you. You will do as I say. You make me happy, I will reward you. Jamie here knows what I mean. You two are now like brothers. You both understand one another. You both know how you got into this. You both know this is what you want." He ran his hand around to Chase's ass and he squeezed. "This is mine. Understand? It always has been but now there's no doubt for you. Understand?"
Chase quickly nodded his head. "Yes, Sir."
"Good boy." Riley put his hand on Chase's cheek and stroked it. "You know I love you, dude? You're the best friend a guy could have. You're a good guy. You're hot as hell and a fucking amazing athlete. The three of us are going to be amazing together. Me and my two boys."
Coach and Chase nodded to each other.
"Good. Jamie and I discussed it and at school, we have to make sure no one suspects anything. It's business as usual. However, when we are alone, it's all about me. Got it, you two?"
"Yes, Sir," the two men replied at once.
"So, no sex outside of...this?" Chase asked, not knowing exactly what to call his current situation.
"Of course. I have been known to share from time to time."
Chase suddenly looked scared.
"Dude, I'm not going to whore you out or anything. Geez. But I'd give my left nut to watch two hot dudes fuck both your asses at once. Jaime knows. Right?"
Coach nods. "He likes to watch."
"Quiet down, Jamie. Don't talk so much," Riley laughs as he rolls his eyes.
"You've only been fucking for two months and you've already watched a dude fuck him?"
"Or two. Three, the last time," Coach said. Damn, chase thought, does this guy have any emotions? Chase is used to this shit on the field, at practice. He has to say it adds to his mystery and helps give an air of dominance but he had no idea he was as quiet and brooding when not at school. But then he also assumed Coach was fucking women left and right.
"Like I said, he's not one for words. Until he gets a dick in him and then I can't shut him up. Screams like a bitch."
Coach nods his head.
"Now, let's get this party started," Riley said as he took their hands and pulled them towards the door. He opened the door and let them go ahead of him.
Riley followed, smiling to himself as he watched to hottest guys he knew, their muscular bodies were rock solid, both had amazing asses, both hot as hell. He watched them head upstairs to the bedroom for a night of pounding muscle ass. His boys. His two, gorgeous fuck-boys, all for himself. God, it was great to be Riley.
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