Everyone is over the age of 18
Continued directly from the last story ….
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I felt Connor’s heartbeat in two places. One, directly from his chest against my palm. The other, in my crack, pulsing gently like it's throbbing its way towards an entrance.
“A good player knows what his body wants,” Coach Paul says, massaging my shoulders. “What is it telling you, Reid?”
I want to have sex.
“That energy flowing through you,” my mentor caresses my chest, “is what you have to channel into your physical stamina. Connor, you feel it too?”
“Mm,” the blond stud grunts. Then, his determination in staring at the ceiling wavers.
It's wet. His cock is wet.
“What does your body want, Connor?” I feel Coach’s fingers graze the fur in my asscrack as he rubs Connor’s cock. I look down to see my own dick trapped in the jock, but darkening the colour with a developing leak of precum.
“Ah fuck,” Connor shuts his eyes tight and bares his teeth.
“Tell Reid what you want.”
“I want to fuck,” he mumbles. Coach pushes on my lower back, and I feel a humongous stiff rod at my hole.
“Tell him, not me.”
The jock underneath me opens his eyes, and fixes upon me.
At that moment, all the animosity between us disappeared. For all the times we played out our rivalry by calling each other names or slamming locker doors, none of it mattered anymore. All of that was erased. I just saw one thing in those eyes.
Lust.
“I want to fuck you.” His expression flashes uncertainty at me, but there's nothing uncertain about how hard he is.
Oh fuck… it's happening. Without any pain, his dick tip pushes into me. It opens me up naturally, spreading apart the ring to fit its shape.
“Ah..ah…Fuck!” Okay, it does hurt!
“You want it. And that's okay, Reid,” Coach says in my ear. “Connor's not fucking you. You're fucking him.”
Those words hit deep inside me.
It's true.
Connor's just laying there.
I'm the one sitting on his cock.
My muscles relax as I come to terms with what I'm doing, and the thickest part of his shaft sinks into me.
“Ohhhhhh fucckkkkkkkk…” Connor covers his eyes with both fists as I lower myself onto him.
“Good boy.” Coach rubs the front of my jockstrap. “How does it feel?”
“It…” is big. Really fucking big. And hard.
“It feels right, doesn't it, Reid?” He pats my legs. “Relax.”
“Ah!” I groan as I let go of the remaining control of my legs and sit on my teammate’s lap. The piercing sensation in my stomach makes me want to get up, but Coach massages my right calf.
“You have to take it. He's your teammate. He needs you.”
“Coach, it's too big,” I grunt. Every wiggle I make just makes Connor’s big tool wedges deeper into me.
“He is. Big chunk of meat he is.” Coach Paul smacks Connor's thigh. “But you can do it.”
“Coach,” I plead, feeling faint from the overwhelming sensation of filled.
“Be a good team player, Reid.” The older man’s fingers tingle as they go up my back and front simultaneously. “It'll make you two stronger together.” His hands end at my neck and they turn my head towards him. “Does it hurt?”
“A little.” I nod.
“Here.” Coach lips touch mine. The roughness of his beard against my chin is commanding, and I find solace in his soft lips. “Is that better?”
“Mmm…” I whine for more, and relax as Coach shows me his love again.
He's here… for me.
“Connor,” he says between chews on my lower lip. “Hand.”
“Oh!” I moan as a hand grabs my dick too roughly. “Ah!” I wince.
“Gentle,” Coach guides him. “He's been retaining a lot longer than you.” The tight grip loosens up. “Right here.” I feel Coach’s more experienced fingers guide Connor’s to the right place. “Just a little up and down now.”
Up
And
Down
“Oh…” The little attention to my needy cock over my jockstrap sends pleasure to my ass. My ass, held open by my teammate’s pole, sends pleasure back to my cock. “Oh god.” I place my head on Coach’s shoulders, seeking reassurance as I get compelled to kiss his neck.
His beard scratches the side of my face, and I rub against it like a cat against its post.
“Good, Reid. Let your body do what it wants to do now.”
What it wants to do.
“Do what feels good.”
What feels good?
His hand cups my buttcheek, and with his support I grind down onto the massive cock inside me.
“Find where it feels good.” Coach’s other hand holds me to his neck. “You'll find it.”
“Oh…oh…oh…” The more I move my hips, the looser I begin to feel. The big cock that was lodged inside me gets some room to move, and pushes into different spots.
Some that hurt.
Some that make me want to take a pause.
Some that make my eyes water.
Some that make me want more.
“Good boy, Reid. Isn't he doing good, Connor?”
“Mm…”
“You have to express your feelings too, Connor. How does his ass feel? It must feel so tight since you haven't cum in two days”
“Fuck, Coach!” I feel him solidify further in my ass. It makes me want to ride him more, because now the curve of it feels just perfect. Perfect to ride.
Creak! Creak! Creak!
“You're not going to cum, are you, Reid?” Coach Paul lifts me from his shoulder and holds my head with both hands.
“No, Coach!” My ass crashes down onto Connor’s groin. It feels like the point of pure pleasure keeps slipping deeper inside me.
And I want him to touch it!
“Coach!” Connor strains out. With my head held in place, I look through the corner of my eyes at the flushed face of my teammate.
He's going to bust
In me.
IN me.
Creak!
Creak!
Creak!
“Oh fucking hell, rookie.” His hand was no longer on my cock. Instead, both hands were on my asscheeks, feeling my bounce on him. “Yeah, you want it?”
I want it!
Creak!
I want it!!!
“Stop,” Coach says simply and I pause abruptly with just the tip of Connor in me.
“Oh, Coach, oh we fucked up.” Connor writhes under me, his dick inching its way back into my loosened hole.
“No cumming!”
“Ah!” Connor lurches forward as his dick is removed from my hole. “Coach!” His hands ball into his fists. “Coach!”
“Shhhh…” Coach Paul rubs his prodigy’s muscular chest.
“Coach, please! Please!”
“We're not quitting so quickly this time,” Coach says. We watch the blond athlete turn and twist until he submits to laying flat on the bench once again.
Then, Coach lines our private parts back up.
“Oh… oh… oh…” Connor whimpers, the weakest I've seen him, as his edged cock finds its way back into me.
Very
Deep
Inside
Me.
“Good job, boys.” Coach squeezes my butt before getting up. “That was difficult, I know.”
Both Connor and I started to hump at each other. No longer at the point of no return, we enjoyed the sensations of fucking each other gently.
I didn't even see Coach take off his shorts.
“Come here, Connor. Good boy… good… oh … that's it.”
I didn't think I would see Connor suckling on Coach’s cock like that. The usual alpha of the group looks happy to be soothed by something in his mouth.
“You did good too, Reid. That's just precum, right?” He points to my soaked jock.
“Yes, Coach.”
“Good. I'm going to give you two your supplements now.” At that, Connor’s desperation increases, and he sucks with a ferociousness that most chicks don't have. “Good… I'm going to give it to you.” Coach Paul closes his eyes in concentration. “That's it… that's it… keep going…”
The excitement has me rolling my hips again and I ride Connor’s cock, making him moan into Coach’s crotch.
“That's it!” Coach pulls out at the last second and jerks off, immediately roping into Connor’s red mouth. “Don't swallow… keep it…yeah…” he grunts with effort. “Okay. Share with Reid.”
Connor sits up, and I almost fall back if not for Coach’s hand on my spine.
He reeks of cum. Coach’s cum.
“Share.”
His dick is so hard inside me.
I tasted Coach’s cum before I tasted Connor. There was no chance to figure out what his lips feel like because the transfer of thick fluids took priority.
“Good. Swallow half each.” Our tongues break up the glob of semen. “Good boys.”
Coach’s hand caresses my head, and I lean into his palm as I eat his seed.
“Now showers.”