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"SHITFUCKFUCKSHIT!!!!" echoed through the empty locker-room along with the crashing noises of a door being slammed open. Tommy was yanked out of his fantasy, jerking his head around to face the clamor. He stood stock-still, the water from the showerhead cascading down his lean, taunt body, both his hands still gripping his large cock. That's coach's voice Tom despondently thought, releasing his already deflating dick, I guess I won't be creaming the shower wall today. The cursing continued and appeared to be bringing the angry man closer. Tommy reached up and turned the water to cold. The last thing he wanted was to be caught with a boner by Coach Johnson. The cold water hit his lean, muscular frame with a noticeable force. Immediately tiny goose bumps covered his entire five foot eleven inches. He quickly shut the water off, happy to notice that the frigid water had the desired effect of shrinking his immense hard dick back to it's normal resting size. Even at its limpest, Tommy Hallahan's cock was larger than most of his classmate's sporting hard-ons. It was seven inches in length and so thick Tommy could barely wrap his fingers completely around it. When it was hard he couldn't wrap his fingers around it, and it stuck out about a foot from his body. The other boys teased him, but Tommy didn't mind; he knew that they were jealous and he was proud of his huge schlong. Still, he had no desire to be caught by the coach playing with it. Tommy wrapped his towel around his waist and ventured out into the lockerroom. Coach Johnson was bent forward with his hands on the small of his back. His ruggedly handsome face was grimaced with pain. Tommy took in the coach's muscular frame and was once again amazed that an old guy like Coach Johnson could have such a studly build. Hell, the Coach was 36 years old, married, with 3 kids. Tommy didn't know how Coach could remain in such good shape. He had seen the Coach's wife; she was a frumpy fat thing. Looking at the Coach he could see there was no fat on that body. At 6'2" Coach Johnson weighed in at 220 pounds of solid muscle. "Coach are you okay? Can I help you?" Tommy asked. "Shit, I didn't know you were here. I thought I was alone" Coach replied, "I'm having a helluva muscle spasm in my back. Help me into the sport tub." "Sure Coach" Tommy agreed, rushing over to the one-man therapy hot tub to get it filled up and running. Once that was done Tommy turned back to the coach to see him struggling to take off his shirt. "Here let me help" Tommy offered, reaching down to grab the Coach's shirttail and lifting it up to expose his hard, ripped stomach. Pulling it further up he exposed more of his buff body, his big meaty pecs jutting out and covered with fine dark hair. Jeez, Tommy thought, Coach's pecs are bigger than Suzy's tits. Tommy stared at the thick pink nipples capping off the muscled man-tits, then he pulled the shirt completely off. "Tommy, my back's killing me. You're gonna have to take the rest of my clothes off and help me into the tub." "Sure Coach." Tommy dropped to his knees and untied the Coach's shoes and helped him out of them. Then came the socks. Tommy stood up, not sure how to proceed, after all the Coach only had his shorts on. Before he could say anything Coach Johnson turned his back on Tommy and started pushing his shorts down over his round jock butt. Tommy found he couldn't stop himself from watching the hairy white ass come into view. Before the Coach could push his shorts halfway to his knees he let out a groan and grabbed his back again. Tommy reached out and put a hand on his muscular back. "Are you alright?" "Shit no I'm not alright. Get my shorts off and get me in the tub." Tommy again dropped to his knees and grabbed the shorts and pulled them the rest of the way down. While the Coach was slowly stepping out of them, Tommy looked up and saw the Coach's ass right in front of his face. It was a meaty ass, white compared to the Coach's tan legs. It was covered with a light amount of hair, which seemed thicker in the crack. Tommy watched the muscles in Coach's bubble butt move and flex as he stepped out of his shorts. Tommy felt his dick begin to stir beneath his towel. "Now help me into the tub!" Coach barked. Tommy quickly jumped up and put his arm around Coach's waist and led him to the Jacuzzi. As the Coach stepped into the tub he leaned heavily on Tommy for support. Tommy felt the grip of Coach's muscular arm around his shoulder; he felt Coach's meaty pec brushing against his face as the Coach leaned into him. Tommy felt his heart racing as the Coach stepped up and into the hot tub. Before Coach let go of the boy he suddenly had another back spasm. Writhing in agony the Coach let out a howl. Tommy held on as the Coach doubled over, his hands roaming over the older man's buffed out body. Tommy's hands finally came to rest; one hand cupping a heaving pec and the other at the small of a muscularly veed back. Tommy looked down at the hand on Coach's back and then looked further down at Coach's bubble-butt. Without any conscious thought Tommy slid his hand down over the firm buttock. Coach was still suffering the aftershocks of his severe back spasm and Tommy took the moment to assess the situation. Looking over the humpy body of his Coach, Tommy's eyes came to rest on his own hand on the Coach's ass. Tommy squeezed the ass, marveling in its firmness. Then Tommy squeezed his other hand feeling the equally muscular firmness of Coach's tit. Tommy's mind reeled as he felt the blood draining from his body and into his monster dick. He felt his dick start to throb and grow. He knew he should let go of the Coach but it was as if he was holding a live power line and he was unable to break the connection; instead he once again squeezed down on the tit and ass. He had never touched another human being like this before, even on the few dates he had with Suzy she had never let him cop a feel and she had refused his attempts to place her hand in his lap. On his last date with Suzy he was so horny that his huge pecker was stretched out down his pant leg. When he was finally able to place her hand on his swollen schlong she shrieked and yanked her hand back as if it was placed in a fire. Then she demanded to be taken home. She told him she wasn't that type of a girl, and besides his penis was much too big for her to be able to do anything with it. Coach straightened up, breaking the connection with Tommy, thus yanking Tommy back into the present. Tommy looked at the god-like frame of the man's back, his v-shaped back with the skin pulled tightly over the over-abundance of muscles, the hairy jock butt jutting out firm and high, the thick trunk-like legs disappearing into the swirling water. Then Tommy looked down at his own piece of meat sticking out from between the towel, thick and veiny, curving upward with a large plum-sized head dripping puddles of clear sticky pre-cum. He realized that he had to get out of there quickly before the Coach also saw it. He turned quickly and headed back to his locker calling over his shoulder, "Ummmm, aaah, Coach, I've got some muscle relaxers in my locker. They're left over from the time I pulled my shoulder. I'll go get them." "Great, hurry back kid". Tommy barely heard Coach as relief flushed over his being at getting away unnoticed. He took a few deep breaths then retrieved the prescription drugs from his locker. He glanced down at his treacherous cock only to see it throbbing with the beat of his heart, the veins sticking out prominently and pre-cum oozing out copiously covering his swollen cock head and running down onto his thick shaft. Tommy readjusted the towel to cover, but could not hide, his throbbing joystick. He fetched a cup of water, the whole time willing his dick to go limp. It was all to no avail. "Hey Tommy, hurry up. I could use those pills." "Sure thing Coach." Tommy re-entered the room, painfully aware of his towel jutting out in front of him, but determined to reach the hot tub as quickly as possible. As soon as he was next to the tub he sat down on a stool then looked up. Once again he was filled with relief. The Coach was lying back with his eyes closed! "Here you go Coach" he croaked as he handed the water over then proceeded to open the bottle and pour out its contents into the Coach's hand. The Coach swallowed the pills then laid back to wait for them to kick in. Tommy sat there, afraid to move. His dick still hadn't gone down. He just sat there and stared at Coach, his rising pecs as he breathed, his handsome face occasionally scrunching up in pain as his back spasmed. After a while he noticed Coach was looking peaceful. I wonder if he's asleep, Tommy thought. As if to answer him the Coach opened his eyes and lazily turned his head to face Tommy. "That's some powerful drugs kid. Thanks a lot, I'm starting to feel pretty great." Then the Coach giggled as he turned his head back and closed his eyes. Tommy sat there dumbfounded staring at his wasted PE teacher. Tommy looked at the bottle and realized it was empty. How many did he take? How many pills had been in the bottle? Tommy thought there couldn't have been more than 5 or 6. Still, they were powerful pills. Tommy had only taken 1 every 6 hours. But the Coach was a big guy; he could probably handle it. "Coach...Coach...Coach", Tommy shook him by the beefy shoulder. "Yeeaa, .....wacha want", Coach replied with half open eyes, his head lolling about. "Let's get you out of this hot tub Coach", Tommy said while standing and tugging the Coach up by his arm. Tommy pulled Coach up, coaxing and tugging him into a standing position. "Come on Coach, step out of the tub", Tommy prodded, but looking into the looped eyes of the drugged man he wasn't sure how much the Coach was understanding. Tommy continued to prod him, holding the Coach up by his arms. Tommy reached down with one hand and grabbed the Coach's leg with it, trying to help him step out. Even though he was trying to help the Coach out his eyes were feasting on the succulent body before him. Coach was built like a shit brick house! The years of growing up as a jock, playing High School and then College football, of working out with weights and jogging thousands of miles showed in every well-defined muscle on his body. Tommy was taking all of this in, from his pumped up pecs to his bulldozer arms and shoulders to his washboard ripped stomach down to his thick muscular thighs. And in-between those thighs....what a beautiful sight! The Coach's cock was thick and long and limp and his balls were big and heavy and hung low. Tommy thought it looked like his own cock and balls when it was limp, only maybe the Coach's wasn't as big. Even through all of this Tommy's prick was still rock hard, forcing his towel up and out in front of him. "Come on Coach, step up and out", he coaxed, pulling on the Coach's arm and leg. The Coach replied but Tommy couldn't understand what he was saying. Tommy pulled forward once more and succeeded in knocking the Coach over. Coach fell forward, not quite being able to step out of the tub, and landed half in and half out of the tub, his butt high in the air riding the wall of the hot tub. Tommy stared in amazement and frustration at Coach's rock-hard Bubble butt. He stepped forward and reached out a hand and caressed the firm jock butt, rubbing and squeezing it as Coach floundered and teetered on the tub wall. Tommy had had enough. He brought his hand up high then swung down hard to deliver a stinging blow to Coach's right buttock. WHACK! Coach let out a grunt and continued to struggle about. That felt good. Tommy smiled, then and continued with the spanking, starting with the left cheek. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Tommy stared down at the reddened butt of his Coach. He felt powerful. Coach was speaking again and still not making any sense. Tommy grabbed a wet leg and yanked Coach out of the tub once and for all. Coach sprawled out on the tiled floor, belly down. Tommy could see his handprints on Coach's ass. Reaching down, Tommy helped Coach to his feet and into the locker room. Tommy was holding the big man up by draping one of Coach's huge arms over his shoulder and wrapping his other arm around the Coach's waist. By the time they had reached the benches in the locker Room, Tommy was winded and he had to sit the Coach down. He looked down at his wasted naked mentor. He reached down and grabbed the Coach's chin in his hand and lifted his face up and stared into the Coach's glazed over eyes. "You're really wasted, aren't you? Huh? You're so wasted you couldn't even stop me from whopping your behind. How does your ass feel Coach?" Tommy continued to stare into the handsome man's face and down at his body. He let go of his face and reached both hands down to caress Coach's massive pecs. They felt hard and firm and soft and hairy all at once. "Coach, you're titties are bigger than Suzy's and I bet they even feel better", Tommy cooed as he continued to massage the big hairy chest. He started working his fingers slowly together, working from a large area to a smaller and smaller one. Soon he was down to just the nipples. Coach had large round nipples that normally stuck out. Tommy had noticed Coach's nipples before, the way they jutted out from behind Coach's tight white tee shirts. Now Tommy was pulling and twisting on those large nubbins, working them between his fingers, sometimes easy and sometimes hard. Coach was beginning to moan and grunt. He reached up and put his hands on Tommy's arms and weakly tried to pull Tommy's hands away. "What's the matter Coach, don't you like having your titties played with?" Tommy continued to twist and pull, releasing one nipple so he could reach down and yank off his towel. His cock sprang up smacking him in the stomach with a solid thud. His dick head was not only as big as a plum but was now as purple as one. Tommy ran his free hand up and down the cum-lubed shaft and he watched as a large dollop of pre cum leaked out. Letting go of his shaft he reached down and again grabbed Coach's chin and lifted his head up. Staring into the drug dulled eyes he spoke, "Suzie won't give me head. How about you Coach, have you ever sucked cock? No? Well, how about letting me be the first. I've never experienced this before because the girls think my cock's too big. You're a big guy and I bet you're dying to try it." Using both hands Tommy positioned Coach's head then aimed his tremendous shlong at Coach's pouty, full lips. Tommy's cum soaked cock head mashed against those lips, pressing forward and inward. Holding the Coach by his chin and a handful of hair Tommy pressed forward wedging his cock into the warm moist mouth. Tommy never felt anything so heavenly! Coach's mouth was wrapped around his cock head! Instantly Coach started struggling, twisting his head, reaching up with his arms and pushing out at Tommy. Tommy ignored Coach's feeble attempt to prevent his first blow job. He let go of Coach's chin and grabbed the back of Coach's head, then he shoved his hips forward forcing several inches of his cock shaft into Coach's mouth. Tommy started fucking the soft, warm mouth. He couldn't believe the sensations coursing through his hard as steel fuck pole. As he slid his cock in and out of the gagging Coach's mouth he felt Coach's thick, soft lips stretched around his fuck pole massaging him in ways he had only dreamed of up to now. Coach's muffled protests only added to Tommy's pleasure, the vibrations of his grunts and the movement of his tongue sent thrills down Tommy's joystick. Tommy shoved his cock in until it hit the back of Coach's mouth and then pulled it out until he felt Coach's lips stretch around his cock head. Coach continued his vain resistance and Tommy continued to fuck his mouth. Tommy was so horny that he was already ready to shoot. Feeling that warm, moist mouth and tongue and lips around his shaft for the first time was too much for Tommy. He felt his nuts pulling up, his load boiling and boiling up, shooting up his long, thick shaft and gushing out of his piss hole, spilling out into Coach's waiting mouth, filling that mouth up again and again. The whole time Tommy kept fucking and fucking and cumming and cumming. Tommy load was plentiful and intense, filling Coach's mouth and forcing its way down Coach's throat. Finally Tommy's orgasm was coming to an end. He slowed his fucking down but he didn't quite stop. Staring down at part of his huge schlong engulfed in his Coach's mouth, seeing cum dribbling out of that mouth, looking at those huge yet momentarily weak arms pushing at him made Tommy feel more powerful than he ever did in his life. He liked that feeling. Tommy let go of Coach's head, letting his still stiff prick pop out of the warm, sweet mouth. Coach started to fall backwards, no longer being held up by the young man who had just raped his mouth. Tommy's reflexes were fast as his arms shot out to save the Coach. His fingers quickly latched on to the two large nipples that capped Coach's large jutting pecs. Pulling forward Tommy held Coach up by his nipples. Staring down at the helpless giant Tommy was again filled with a feeling of powerfulness. He started twisting and pulling on the nipples until he felt them swelling and sticking out on their own. Letting go Tommy held the Coach up by his shoulder and admired his handiwork. Coach's nipples were hard and pointy; they were red and swollen from their assault. Tommy bent down and looked into the drugged face of the older man. Coach's eyes were half-open and glazed, his lips were puffy and cum soaked, cum and spit were dribbling from his mouth and down his chin. Tommy thought he was beautiful. "Coach, you have a helluva mouth and great tits. I bet you have a great ass too. Why don't we find out how great your ass is Coach." Grabbing the man by the shoulders Tommy turned him and pushed him face down onto the locker room bench. He quickly adjusted the older man's position to have him straddling the thin bench, one arm and one leg on each side. Tommy's eyes took in the massive form of his muscle bound mentor. Coach had a dark tan from all of his athletic outdoor ventures. The one spot that was pure white was his bulbous meaty butt. Tommy straddled the bench behind the drugged athlete and started kneading the firm jock's buttocks with both hands. "Yeah Coach, it feels like you have a perfect ass." Feeling the muscular hardness beneath his fingers, Tommy grabbed hold of each hairy cheek and spread them. Hidden between the two cheeks Tommy found what he was looking for. Small, round and puckered, Coach's asshole winked up at Tommy. He reached a finger down into the crevice and touched the pink little hair-halloed hole. Tommy had heard that guys could fuck other guys up the ass. Pushing his finger into the tight little hole Tommy didn't see how that was possible. Coach's sphincter clamped down on Tommy finger, only allowing access to half of his finger. Tommy looked down at his huge throbbing meat between his own legs and thought, there's no way I'll get my meat up his tight hole. Pushing harder,he was able to spear his finger up into the tight inferno. Coach let out a groan, which Tommy answered by pulling his finger out then shoving it back in. Tommy felt the heat and tightness of Coach's asshole. He felt it spasmodically clutching at his finger and he wondered how that ass would feel wrapped around his cock. "You're tight Coach, I need you to loosen up for me", Tommy said while working his finger in and out of Coach's asshole. The only answer was Coach's grunts and moans. Tommy pulled his finger out and grabbed the round cheeks and spread them wide. He leaned in, looking close at the tiny puckered hole. It looked clean. He sniffed. It smelt clean, perhaps a little funky. Leaning in closer Tommy stuck his tongue out and tentatively swiped at the hairy hole. The taste was like the smell, a little funky but mostly clean. Pushing his face between the meaty globes he started to eat out the hot ass. Licking his tongue over the hole again and again he began to work the tightness out of the clutching butt hole. Tommy was starting to get into his first ass rimming. He was rubbing his hands over Coach's humpy body, caressing his thighs and ass as his tongue was working over his asshole. Shoving his tongue at the asshole Tommy pushed with all of his might. He was rewarded as the rosebud blossomed out allowing his tongue to slide into the inferno. Tommy had never been so turned on in his life! He was moaning and grunting right along with Coach as he worked his tongue in and out of that hot asshole. His hands started roaming further up Coach's hunky body, feeling up his tight waist and ripped abs. Moving further up to his heaving pecs, kneading the big man tits in his overflowing hands. Tommy latched onto the nipples and started to work them over again, pulling and tugging and twisting the firm large nubbins. Tommy's face was encased in the meaty buttcheeks, his tongue working further and further up Coach's funky hole. Coach was responding to all the attention his body was receiving. He was moaning loudly, his body squirming about, his butt pushing back into the face buried in it. Tommy was lapping away at the hole and tugging away at the tits. His cock was once again throbbing with excitement. He was humping the bench, rubbing his fuckpole around in the pool of precum that was constantly puddling from his engorged cockhead. Releasing the nipples and pulling his tongue out of the ass Tommy sat up. He was breathing heavy, with lust burning in his eyes. Tommy was ready for Coach's ass, but first he had to get Coach's ass ready for his huge fuckstick. He parted the meaty cheeks and pressed two fingers against the hot lovehole. Pushing gently but firmly he worked both fingers up the ass. Twisting the fingers in and out he slowly loosened up the hole. Coach was mumbling and groaning as his ass was being worked over. Tommy pressed a third finger into the burning hot chasm. Soon all three of his fingers were embedded up Coach's ass. As he worked the fingers in and out of the tight hole he keep widening his fingers outward, opening up Coach's ass as much as possible. His free hand was stroking his engorged battering ram, rubbing his precum all over his cock until it was juicy all over. "Hey Coach I hope you don't mind but I'm about to turn your virgin ass into a sloppy pussy." Tommy removed his fingers and replaced them with his bulbous cockhead. With his cockhead pressed against the slick hot opening Tommy realized that soon he would no longer be a virgin, he would be fucking someone for the first time! Excited and horny he raised himself up, still pressing into the Coach, and he started to push forward. His cockhead was pressing against the tight man-pussy with more and more pressure being applied yet Coach's hole remained unyielding. "Fuck! Open up baby, open up for Tommyboy", he cooed. Then placing both hands on the small of Coach's back he raised up a little bit more and pressed forward with all his might. At first nothing happened, then suddenly the hothole gave, rising open. Tommy's cockhead was engulfed by the moist heat of Coach's ass and his thick shaft slid in about half way. The sensations surrounding his cock flooded his being. Coach let out a yell and his whole body spasmed as he tried to shake out the unwanted intruder. Coach's asshole clutched down tight on the thick fuckpole. Tommy let out a gasp as he felt the whole chasm clamp down on his invading prick. "Oh,..Oh,...Oh my God, Oh my God", Tommy began to chant. He tried to pull his dick out but he was trapped in the crushing hole. So instead he heaved forward with all his might sliding the last 6 inches up Coach's canal! His hips were pressed against the jock buttcheeks. His fuckpole was encased in the molten, spasming chasm. Coach was suddenly jerking about trying to get up and unimpale himself, yelling in a guttural language that Tommy couldn't understand. Tommy did understand that if the Coach got up that would be the end of his first fuck. Pressing both hands into the small of Coach's back Tommy shoved down with all his might. Coach was pinned to the bench but he continued to struggle using his returning strength. Tommy was struggling also, trying to keep Coach under control, but he was beginning to realize that Coach might just buck him off. Out of desperation Tommy did the only thing he could do at that moment. He pulled his hips back sliding his huge schlong most of the way out of Coach's ass, then he slammed forward forcefully re-impaling the struggling Coach. Coach let out a yell and fell forward but he continued to struggle so Tommy repeated his act. He pulled out again and slammed forward again. He kept it up, fucking Coach's ass with all his might. Coach continued to struggle, but it was obvious to Tommy that Coach wasn't going anywhere until he was through with him. Tommy continued fucking, slowing down a bit after a while. He started rotating his hips to open up Coach's butt. Coach was now lying defeated on the bench grunting each time the huge battering ram slammed home. He wasn't completely sure of what was going on. He knew that there was something huge ramming in and out of his ass and that he couldn't do anything to stop it. But as for what was exactly happening he was very fuzzy on the details. He lay there as the huge pole repeatedly slid out and slammed back into his ass. Tommy was really getting into the fucking now! Coach's ass had opened up and was accepting his cock. It was doing more than that; it felt like Coach's ass was sucking and massaging his thick prick as he plowed away. Tommy started letting his hands explore the muscular back in front of him while he continued his first fuck. He would slow down on his fucking then speed up; he would go easy then start slamming away with all his might. Coach's ass felt like the perfect fuckhole as far as Tommy was concerned. Tommy started speeding up his fuck again, feeling the velvety warmth of Coach's sucking hole working away on the full length of his huge fuckpole. He could feel his cum boiling away as his nuts pulled up tight in their sac. He closed his eyes and started to moan as he fucked and fucked and fucked that sweet tight hole, again and again and again, until finally his world exploded around him. He was shot into outer space, the only thing keeping him anchored to the earth was his thrusting cock and the hot clutching hole clamped around it. Again and again he slammed his cock home, shooting wad upon wad into the Coach's ravaged asshole. He collapsed onto Coach's bronzed back, still heaving and gasping for breath. He lay there trying to calm himself down feeling everything his overloaded senses were transmitting. The young stud felt the coach's hard, slick muscles moving under his body, he felt his cock slowly deflating while the coach's ass muscles squeezed then released then squeezed again at the huge pole stretching them wide open. As Tommy's breath slowed to normal he felt one more thing; he felt Coach's ass pressing up into his hips, grinding slowly while the semi-conscious jock let out a low, continuous moan. Feeling the coach's love canal gripping down on his near-limp dick, Tommy gasped. He pushed himself up off his coach and pulled his sensitive cock from the heat of the muscular ass. Coach's ass continued to grind upward into the air. "Well, well, well, you horny slut!!!" Tommy muttered, not believing his eyes. He reached between the coach's thighs and grabbed hold of a pair of heavy, hairy balls. Pulling them back he was able to reach his other hand down and latch onto Coach's thick, hard cock. He pulled it backwards through Coach's thighs and examined it. It was thick and long, but Tommy could see it wasn't as thick or long as his own. Tommy's hand was encircling the thick pole and he began to slowly stroke it, moving upward to the base then downward to the bulbous head. His other hand was rolling the giant balls around, lightly tugging and squeezing and kneading at them. Coach's moans grew louder while his ass continued its repeated upward motion. With the coach's ass up in the air Tommy could see his asshole winking through the slightly spread buttcheeks. The ass lips looked puffy and there was a mixture of cum and ass juices dribbling out of the hole and down the coach's thighs. "You slut! You're nothing but a bitch in heat." Tommy taunted, "I know what you want baby and I'm just the stud to give it to you." Continuing to fist Coach's big piece of meat, Tommy released the balls. He pressed his hand into the deep crevice between the round hard buttcheeks and pushed two fingers into the squishy, willing hole. Coach's ass was an inferno; Tommy's fingers felt like they were encased in molten lava. He began to finger-fuck his stud-slave coach.