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Subject: Story Submission: Team Reward, pt. 3 Team Reward, pt. 3 (mm, m/t) Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail) Warning: the following is for adults only. It is fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual activity. If you are underage or do not wish to read such materials, read no further. Another installment in this unofficial sequel to “After Football Practice.” for all you guys who have written asking for more jock action. If this gets your rocks off or if you have story suggestions, let me ail.. ************************************************************************ pt. 3 It was Jackson County High’s game against Hancock county. Coach knew his boys could win this one, but it would be a tough match. Hancock had one of the best teams in the state, thanks to a couple of star players and Coach Wade Martin, whose reputation for driving his fellows to work harder was known statewide. Coach Williams was incredibly nervous. He had just given his guys the usual pre-game pep talk and last minute strategy, this time reminding them that if they won this game, the Jackson County Bulls would have a steam room added to their already spacious locker room. Now he waited outside, as the band played their pre-game show on the field. Less than ten minutes before the game begun and Coach couldn’t concentrate. For starters, his dick was hard as a diamond and made an obscene bulge in his Bike shorts. His cock always hardened up in moments like these, but tonight was particularly bad. He knew he’d have to do something about it or he’d Then he looked up at the crowd and noticed him. About 35 years old, 6’1″ hunk, looked like the typical settled dad, and one who had kept his body in fine fuckable form. Nice thick muscles, obviously hairy and judging from the nice round package, moderately to well hung. Coach’s cock stirred as he watched this prime specimen of daddy fuckmeat leave his wife and daughter and walk toward the men’s room. Williams told assistant Coach Harris that he’d be right back and that he had to piss. Art Harris could see the major fuck package swelling in Williams’ shorts, but he didn’t say anything and just laughed. He knew Coach sometimes liked to shoot a good wad of man seed before the game to relieve some of the tension. Art himself liked to save it all for after the game, when he knows the players will be all worked up, pumped with adrenaline and at their horniest. He gave his cock a little squeeze to adjust it as his thoughts drifted to hot jock ass. ********** Just a little earlier, Mark Jacobs, sports reporter from the Jackson Country Tribune, walked into the Visitors locker room. The athletes were changing into their uniforms, securing their pads and slipping on their jerseys. Jacobs would talk to a few of the players later. Right now, he wanted to see if he could speak to the coach before the game. Not being the home team lockerroom, the area was smaller and oddly laid out. The lockers were in front, the shower room in the middle, and the storage and office rooms in the back. Jacobs rounded the corner of the shower room and saw that the office door was slightly ajar. He heard voices from within so hesitated for a second. “Oh, fuck sir, I can’t stand it.” The voice quivered with pain and broke off in a slight gasp and a sob choked down the throat. He heard another grunt of pain, then a baritone adult voice barked, “You fucking dick slime, Wilson. Why the fuck should I show you any mercy?” “Please, bursa escort sir. Stop, I can’t take it any more. Oh, fuck!” Jacobs was worried something awful was happening but at the same time he felt intrusive. Slowly and quietly, he approached the crack in the door and peered in. Before him was one of the hottest scenes he could imagine. A young, built man, who he recognized as Blaine Wilson, the starting quarterback, stood with his hands against the wall and his legs spread. He wore his shoulder pads and jersey, which shimmered in the light as the athlete’s body shook uncontrollably. Otherwise, the quarterback was fully naked. Jacobs admired the sinewy, powerful legs and the calf muscles that flexed as the boy strained to hold himself still. Then there was that ass: big, melons of sheer jock muscle that were still tender with youth. Jacobs watched as Coach Martin’e dick slid deeper between those fine cheeks and fucked deep into the athlete’s bowels. “Ooh, stud, you’ve made your Coach into one horndog, you know that? Yeah, I’d love to shoot in that ass right now, let my cream soak your tight football pants while you’re out there on that field.” “Aah, yeah, Coach, fuck my hole full of your jizz, man. I can’t take it anymore. I’ve gotta shoot!” The kid tried to reach down and grab his big, throbbing hardon that was leaking enough dick juice to bathe his tight and horny teenage balls. Coach grabbed the strong quarterback arm and jerked it away. Blaine lost balance and fell forward into the cold wall as the elder man pounded him hard from behind. “No you don’t, fucker. You may be the star of the team, but I’m fucking boss here, get it? You play ball best when you’re horny and I want you hornier than you’ve ever been when you’re out there tonight. Get it, fuckwad? Mark was throwing an incredible boner spying on the action. He wanted to take his prick out and work a good hot load out of it, but right now he couldn’t take his attention away from the hot fuck going on before his eyes. Now Blaine was bucking his round ass down hard onto Coach’s dick. “Yes sir. Oh, fuck that hole, sir.” Each thrust back he tried to work himself into a completely bent-over fuck position. However, each slam forward of Wade Martin’s massive cock pushed the guy’s body upright. The coach hissed. “You bet I will, tough guy. I’m gonna fuck that hole until you’re right on the edge of shooting, stud. Your dick will be hard and throbbing and you’ll be hornier than hell and you’re going to go out there and play the best fucking football you’ve ever played.” “Oh yeah, coach, fuck, fuck, fuck!” “Yeah, and you’ll play hard cause you know that when it’s done and you guys have won, Coach will fuck you hard.” “Screw me, sir.” ********** Coach Williams pushed the metal door of the men’s room wide open and strutted in. His married stud stood at the urinal, plaid short-sleeve shirt untucked and the khakhi shorts showing off a great ass. The man turned and recognized the Coach, who was a bit of a celebrity in the town. “Hey, you’re Coach Williams, aren’t you?” he asked still letting loose a river of piss into the urinal. “Sure am,” replied the coach as he unbuttoned the polyester shorts and pulled out his mostly-hard cock as if to take a piss. “Hank Wright. Good to meet you. So, is Jackson County High going to win tonight?” the married man asked. He finished up his piss stream and turned to zip up. Coach was greeted with the sight bursa escort bayan of a full bush of brown pubes, and a decent-sized dick. Hank apparently didn’t wear underwear. “Yeah, I’m counting on the boys” Coach replied. He grabbed his cock and in a couple of tugs jacked it to a full raging hardon. “But right now, I’ve gotta major load to drop.” He stepped closer to Hank. Right then he was all over Hank, backing the hunk into the tile wall. The man was taken aback too much to resists as he found his hands pinned back against the wall and Coach’s erect cock fucking up underneath his shirt. After he recovered from the shock, he struggled a bit and flailed his torso, but Coach held on tight and fucked his stomach, rubbing the clear from his cocktip all over the hairy abdomen. He had to bust his nut bad. Then Coach felt it. That hardon pressed up against his balls. It happened the second Coach’s stubble rubbed against Hank’s. And when the two men began slipping their tongues inside each other’s mouth, he felt his captive hunk writhe more, trying to thrust his cock up next to coach’s. Coach broke the kiss. “I got exactly four minute. Let’s take into the stall.” Coach peeled off his shirt as the two men entered the empty stall, and Hank unbuttoned his zhirt, revealing a built, hairy chest, whose pink-brown nipples protruded from the fur. Coach moaned in delight as they locked lips again and as coach’s hand felt the powerful mound of Hank’s pectoral muscle. This man was definitely coach’s type: built but not huge and horny as a mother-fucker. Their two aching pricks rubbed alongside one another. Sounds of their rutting rose and echoed off the restroom walls. Coach dreamed of what it would be like to fuck this hot one, to lift up one of those meaty thighs and stick his hard dick underneath and slide it up that slick rectum and feel the warmth deep within. He didn’t have time now, unfortunately, The two men just clenched their chests together and rocked their pelvises fast and furious. Hank blew first. A gutteral cry escaped into Coach’s mouth as the licked each other’s tonsils and Hank’s cock spewed his seed onto Coach’s torso. “Yeah, stud,” Coach whispered, and he too launched his seed, hosing down his new-found stud. This guy was definitely hot. “Coach told him to call him sometime and they could get together.” Hank enthusiastically agreed and sucked Coach’s tongue one last time. Coach put his shirt back on and didn’t even bother to wipe the huge splotches of cum off first. He was sweating miserably anyway, no one would know. Beside he could waste no time. The game was starting. ********** Just then, Mark felt a hand on his shoulder. Beside him stood a Hancock County player, the team’s center, in full uniform, except for the helmet. The young man was perfection, full jock lips, square jaw, and tousled short brown hair. “Can I help you sir?” Mark was startled. He had a lump in his throat from his arousal. He cleared it and replied, “I’m from the paper here, sports reported, just waiting for your coach.” “Well, sir, you’d have better luck coming back after the game. He’s never done with Blaine until it’s time to go out onto the field.” “Really?” he asked. He could hear the moaning and the hot fuck talk spewing from the their mouths in the other room. “Yeah,” the player answered and paused in silence. He looked in through the crack and back at Mark’s face. “Hot, isn’t it?” Mark broke into escort bursa a grin. “Sure is.” The guy grabbed Mark’s crotch and squeezed the dick shaft through his pants. “I don’t have much time before the game starts, sir,” he said. “But man, you’re so horny I gotta do something to help you out.” The athlete sunk to his knees. In two seconds flat, he had Jacobs’ prick out and into his hot mouth. The center sucked dick fast and furiously. And what a sight. The young football player was on his knees and in full uniform as Mark’s pubes ground into his face and the heavy balls slapped against the kid’s chin. Gooddamn if this wasn’t the best blow job Mark had ever had. The athlete was one hell of a cocksucker, deep-throating Mark’s big cock. The jock was so hell bent on sucking down Mark’s cream that he didn’t even flinch when the reporter’s dick started hosing his man goo down his throat. When the player stood up, the two men traded spit in a deep kiss as Mark grabbed the back of the other man’s head and felt the shortly-cropped hair bristle against his hand. “Let me get you off now,” he whispered. “No thanks. Only time Coach lets us cum is right after a game. That way we stay real horny. He says it makes us play better ball.” “All right, then. How bout we fuck after the game?” “Sounds hot, sir. I’ll be fucking ready. Gotta go now.” The two locked lips once more, then the athlete was off. Mark looked into the office and saw that Coach Martin was still pile-driving his giant cock into that perfect quarterback ass. He held onto the athlete’s hips and fucked like a rabbit, ravaging the ass in front of him into pure pleasure. Blaine groaned and started to convulse. His whole body shook and Mark recognized the fit as the telltale start of an explosive orgasm. The football star’s hands were still against the wall, but his dick jerked up and down as the Coach began to fuck the cum out of him. Only at the very last second, Coach halted his thrust immediately. He stood completely still with his prick lodged deep up Blaine’s guts as that quarterback dick spasmed and jerked, slapping copious amounts of precum onto the kid’s washboard stomach. Coach withdrew his prick, slowly so as not to trigger anything, then once he pulled free, he gave Blaine and encouraging slap on the back. “OK, stud, it’s time. Go out there and play ball like it’s never been played before.” “Yes sir” the athlete replied, while quickly pulling on his gear. First a cup that looked specially shaped to hold his erection. Then the jockstrap. Pads. Football pants. Socks. Cleats. All of this in the matter of a few seconds. Then the star was out of the office, right past Mark, and out the door, just as the band was playing the music to announce the players’ arrival on the field. Mark was stunned by the scene and still horny. Casually, the coach sauntered out of his office and into the hallway wearing nothing but a tight white T-shirt and sporting his erection still. Mark was blown away by this man. Early to mid-50s, salt-and-pepper hair and he still had the body of a stud marine sergeant. Mark noticed how the cotton of the shirt stretched thin over the massive pecs and that the thick nipples showed through. Wade looked at Mark and simply asked, “Who the fuck are you?” “Mark Jacobs. I write for the Jackson County Tribune.” Again, matter-of-factly, the coach spoke. “You suck cock?” Mark looked down. Coach’s monster prick was leaking its natural lube and the whole length and girth of the fuckprod was slick with the fresh juices of a tight jock ass. “Fuck yeah,” Mark said beneath his breath as he went down to worship the hardest, sexiest prick he had ever seen. (more to follow…)

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