It happened yet again. Almost in the shower after a hard practice, and the last one left in the locker room. Well, almost the last one. Coach Barker always finds an excuse to lockup, even though the maintenance man has said he would be glad to do it. Well, that is another story, also. But for now, coach is all touchy-feely again. He tells me, "Brody, you're a fine young man. You're body is developing so quickly for only turning 18 a month ago." I remind him that if someone were to see us, there would be big repercussions. After all, Coach Barker is a 43-year-old father of three boys, one of whom is on the team with me. And there is always the question of the janitor lurking in the shadows. Little did I know, Ernesto was watching from a secret spot that very moment, with his huge uncut boulder dripping precum. Coach Barker said he had it all under control, as he lifted back my flimsy see-through undies, This coach is the picture of calm, and has a lot of balls to be doing this so blatantly, I thought. But his rough, hairy, masculine grip on my growing thick cock did feel very, very good. How many times has he done this to others?, I asked. He replied that I was a special case, cause I already looked the part of a full-grown man, with my hairy built body and all. Coach said the contrast of my youthful face, and my much older-looking body, made him hard as a rock and drip in his jeans. He undressed quickly, and told me just what he wanted: for me to fuck the tar out of him right there, bareback, in the shower stall. He didn't give a flying fuck about any consequences. He needed my huge cream-filled twink cock in him asap. He wouldn't be able to calm down, or go home, without it. He asked so nicely, "Please, Brody. Do it for the team's sake." Well, I was hard. So I had him split his asscheeks, and rub with his big finger where he wanted me to insert. I had confidence that he would be fine, so I fingered his tight hole deeply with two of my fingers. After a few moans, I didn't hold back. My really big penis head broke ground, entering him with an audible pop! The rest of my massive boy-man shaft proceeded quickly all the way up his rectum. Coach barely made a sound. It must be quite painful, but he had a gigantic smile on his face. It was if he envisioned this very thing for a long time. Over in the corner, Ernesto emerged from his hiding spot, ever so slowly creeping toward us. I hesitated, but he said. "No please, don't stop. If you would be so kind to let me watch, sir." Sir? He is so respectful, even to a student. Barker was completely unfazed by this. It made me think that those two had some kind of past, or silent agreement going on, or could it be more? Ernesto has watched me shower many times. He was so shy at first, trying to cover the big bulge in his workpants. But when he noticed that I didn't really mind, it became his favorite part of the shift. And I told him it would be ok if he wanted to pull it out, and relieve all that pressure on the shower floor. "Thank you, sir," he said. It was all kind of flattering! Ernesto is handsome, with a humongous, throbbing, prick that shoots a bucket of thick cum every time. I can't believe he doesn't have a boyfriend or husband. Instead, for cultural reasons, he is stuck in a loveless marriage. What a waste! But I am going to find a way, so help me, to soon extricate Ernesto from that impossible situation. Stay tuned for the next installment, shorter I promise, in this gripping saga.
When I was penetrating Coach Barker, quite fast and hard at his insistence, I had the feeling this wasn't his first rodeo. Turns out I am right. He had been harassing Ernesto into topping him for weeks now, as a warmup for my fuck. I criticized Coach for this, saying Ernesto is a very conscientious worker, and has not been taking his break times to eat the special dinners sent with him in the lunchpail by his wife. He counted the times with the Coach as his break. Coach felt terrible about this, and promised he would stop. But we both also told Ernesto he didn't need to be so conscientious, as his employer was underpaying him with no benefits. I am not an expert on the gay community, but I know the dashing Ernesto has skills that must go far in that community. His washboard abs, young handsome blemish-free face, nice round butt, and that long monster he packs being some of them. My goal was to transform Ernesto into one of the most in-demand male escorts in this city. A friend I have runs a straight one, but she must have other contacts. I want him never to have to work for an abusive boss again. Ernesto listened to my proposal, but asked "Well, Brody, how will I ever find a true loving boyfriend, my goal, if I'm in this business?" I told him he would, because he wouldn't be using his emotional love on the job. He could detach that for when it mattered. Meanwhile, I felt bad for coach. Even though he was kind of predatory in how he forced himself on me, even though I was the top, he was now once again without release for his desires for young men. He never asked, but I wanted to say thanks for how he stopped harassing Ernesto, and me, as well. When it was just he and I closing the locker-room down again, I went into Coach Barker's office right off the lockers. Coach was in front of the desk fiddling with papers. I roughly bent him over the desk, and pulled his pants down just below the buttocks. Coach complained that he did not want a "sympathy fuck," I told him it wasn't, that it was for me, as well. The girls in this conservative town weren't putting out, and I had to plow some ass in a hurry. We both needed it so bad, that the sex was fast and furious. His super hungry, and healed, hole, greedily accepted every inch of my hefty young dick, with absolutely no resistance after I explained how this was no sympathy. In and out, in and out, I shoved it like a madman, and Coach was a trooper! He was extra tight cause his legs and asscheeks were very close together, as I kept his pants on, just below the buttocks. At the climaz, I shuddered violently, and seeded him in the very remote areas of his bowels. Ernesto heard the commotion, but I had already briefed him on what I had in store for Coach
It happened yet again. Almost in the shower after a hard practice, and the last one left in the locker room. Well, almost the last one. Coach Barker always finds an excuse to lockup, even though the maintenance man has said he would be glad to do it. Well, that is another story, also. But for now, coach is all touchy-feely again. He tells me, "Brody, you're a fine young man. You're body is developing so quickly for only turning 18 a month ago." I remind him that if someone were to see us, there would be big repercussions. After all, Coach Barker is a 43-year-old father of three boys, one of whom is on the team with me. And there is always the question of the janitor lurking in the shadows. Little did I know, Ernesto was watching from a secret spot that very moment, with his huge uncut boulder dripping precum. Coach Barker said he had it all under control, as he lifted back my flimsy see-through undies, This coach is the picture of calm, and has a lot of balls to be doing this so blatantly, I thought. But his rough, hairy, masculine grip on my growing thick cock did feel very, very good. How many times has he done this to others?, I asked. He replied that I was a special case, cause I already looked the part of a full-grown man, with my hairy built body and all. Coach said the contrast of my youthful face, and my much older-looking body, made him hard as a rock and drip in his jeans. He undressed quickly, and told me just what he wanted: for me to fuck the tar out of him right there, bareback, in the shower stall. He didn't give a flying fuck about any consequences. He needed my huge cream-filled twink cock in him asap. He wouldn't be able to calm down, or go home, without it. He asked so nicely, "Please, Brody. Do it for the team's sake." Well, I was hard. So I had him split his asscheeks, and rub with his big finger where he wanted me to insert. I had confidence that he would be fine, so I fingered his tight hole deeply with two of my fingers. After a few moans, I didn't hold back. My really big penis head broke ground, entering him with an audible pop! The rest of my massive boy-man shaft proceeded quickly all the way up his rectum. Coach barely made a sound. It must be quite painful, but he had a gigantic smile on his face. It was if he envisioned this very thing for a long time. Over in the corner, Ernesto emerged from his hiding spot, ever so slowly creeping toward us. I hesitated, but he said. "No please, don't stop. If you would be so kind to let me watch, sir." Sir? He is so respectful, even to a student. Barker was completely unfazed by this. It made me think that those two had some kind of past, or silent agreement going on, or could it be more? Ernesto has watched me shower many times. He was so shy at first, trying to cover the big bulge in his workpants. But when he noticed that I didn't really mind, it became his favorite part of the shift. And I told him it would be ok if he wanted to pull it out, and relieve all that pressure on the shower floor. "Thank you, sir," he said. It was all kind of flattering! Ernesto is handsome, with a humongous, throbbing, prick that shoots a bucket of thick cum every time. I can't believe he doesn't have a boyfriend or husband. Instead, for cultural reasons, he is stuck in a loveless marriage. What a waste! But I am going to find a way, so help me, to soon extricate Ernesto from that impossible situation. Stay tuned for the next installment, shorter I promise, in this gripping saga.
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DeleteWhen I was penetrating Coach Barker, quite fast and hard at his insistence, I had the feeling this wasn't his first rodeo. Turns out I am right. He had been harassing Ernesto into topping him for weeks now, as a warmup for my fuck. I criticized Coach for this, saying Ernesto is a very conscientious worker, and has not been taking his break times to eat the special dinners sent with him in the lunchpail by his wife. He counted the times with the Coach as his break. Coach felt terrible about this, and promised he would stop. But we both also told Ernesto he didn't need to be so conscientious, as his employer was underpaying him with no benefits. I am not an expert on the gay community, but I know the dashing Ernesto has skills that must go far in that community. His washboard abs, young handsome blemish-free face, nice round butt, and that long monster he packs being some of them. My goal was to transform Ernesto into one of the most in-demand male escorts in this city. A friend I have runs a straight one, but she must have other contacts. I want him never to have to work for an abusive boss again. Ernesto listened to my proposal, but asked "Well, Brody, how will I ever find a true loving boyfriend, my goal, if I'm in this business?" I told him he would, because he wouldn't be using his emotional love on the job. He could detach that for when it mattered. Meanwhile, I felt bad for coach. Even though he was kind of predatory in how he forced himself on me, even though I was the top, he was now once again without release for his desires for young men. He never asked, but I wanted to say thanks for how he stopped harassing Ernesto, and me, as well. When it was just he and I closing the locker-room down again, I went into Coach Barker's office right off the lockers. Coach was in front of the desk fiddling with papers. I roughly bent him over the desk, and pulled his pants down just below the buttocks. Coach complained that he did not want a "sympathy fuck," I told him it wasn't, that it was for me, as well. The girls in this conservative town weren't putting out, and I had to plow some ass in a hurry. We both needed it so bad, that the sex was fast and furious. His super hungry, and healed, hole, greedily accepted every inch of my hefty young dick, with absolutely no resistance after I explained how this was no sympathy. In and out, in and out, I shoved it like a madman, and Coach was a trooper! He was extra tight cause his legs and asscheeks were very close together, as I kept his pants on, just below the buttocks. At the climaz, I shuddered violently, and seeded him in the very remote areas of his bowels. Ernesto heard the commotion, but I had already briefed him on what I had in store for Coach
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