Date: Thu, 22 Oct 2009 19:29:32 -0400
From: Evan <jockstrap923@gmail.com>
Subject: Big Jon the Linebacker

So I decided to try writing another story. Something maybe a bit more
unrealistic, a little more ridiculous but still really hot. If you
like this, check out my story "Linebackers" in the high school
section. And I would really like to hear your thoughts on this,
especially if you liked it, and what you liked too. Let me know if
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Big Jon the Linebacker


Big Jon was dumb. It's just true. Look, everyone can't be smart, and
while Jon wasn't the last in his class, he wasn't too far up there. It
took him a couple tries to pass his driver's test, and he had a lot of
help with him homework, but he was just...dumb. School wasn't his
thing.

Football was his thing. While Jon was barely getting C's, he was
amazing on the field. He had a speed that most guys his size didn't
have, and he just had a second sense about football. He was like an
artist. His coaches knew at a young age that he was gonna be a huge
star someday.

When he got to the high school level, the coaches started to refine
their star player. They bulked him up big time, and by the time he
reached his senior year, he was about 6'5" and 260 pounds of muscle
and fat. But the coaches wanted their fame, so they pushed him hard.
They knew that if they could add about twenty pounds onto him, he'd
have an awesome size, and recruiters would be going nuts over the kid.

So, Jon's head coach, Coach Parson, hooked up some substances for Jon.
He knew a few guys in the MMA circuit and he managed to get (on his
own dime - he made a ton from coaching, and a popular program meant a
lot more money for him) the best concoction there was, X-897. He knew
about the side effects; he'd used it himself and on some other adults,
but on a kid, it might be worse, but he didn't care. He wanted a star
player and he knew this would make Jon into one.

Jon came early to practices for what Coach told him and his parents
were "vitamins" and of course, their parents trusted the coach. Jon
put on about 25 pounds over the summer before his senior year with
intense lifting and the supplement, most of it muscle - the kid was
MASSIVE.

Jon was hulking, not ripped but thick and built, with a layer of fat
covering huge muscles. He noticed his beard growing in more over the
summer, not knowing it was a side effect of the strain testosterone
that was part of the X-897. He felt like a stud so he let it grow, but
kept his brown hair buzzed short. His clothes were becoming so tight
on him, but he liked showing off his size; his chest was big but soft,
and his stomach was large too. But the injections were also helping
his speed; everyone in the school and community knew that Big Jon was
going to make their town famous one day.

One night in late summer, Jon was at the school at 9:00 at night,
lifting. He lifted about six hours a day. Tonight, Coach Mead was
helping him lift; the coaches took turns supervising Big Jon's
schedule, making sure to push him and making sure he didn't cut
corners. Coach Mead wasn't sure that Jon was smart enough to modify
his own workout anyway. The two guys were alone in the room; Coach
Mead wearing a shirt and some shorter gym shorts. He was a short guy
himself (especially compared to Jon), only about 5'8", with a few
weeks of beard growth covering his face. He had a husky build, stocky,
but he looked young; he was 40 but he looked about 30. His chunky,
strong body was also pretty hairy; his gut and thick chest was covered
in long hairs that sometimes showed above his shirt. They also covered
his shoulders and part of his wide, thick, strong back. His butt was
covered in dark fur, too.

Jon was sitting in the incline bench, pressing up huge amounts of
weights. Coach Mead was watching and was amazed. The kid was just so
big...and the coach hadn't taken any of the steroid for a long time,
but he remembered the side effects, and his dick started to harden in
his jock. Coach Parson insisted on anyone lifting in the weight room
to wear a jockstrap, for safety, of course.

Jon put down the weights and sat back, his shirt soaked. "Coach, this
shirt is soaked with sweat and it's making me hot," said Jon, looking
up a the coach who seemed to be spaced out. Coach snapped out and
looked down at the hulk, his chest heaving. "God, he's dumb," thought
the coach. "Take it off if you want."

Jon lifted the wet shirt over his head, and the wet skin felt cool in
the air. Coach Mead noticed that there was hair on Jon's belly and
chest where there hadn't been a while ago. He knew if Coach Parson
kept juicing up the kid, he was only going to get hairier. And that
didn't go away when you stopped the treatments.

Coach Mead looked down at the senior, shirtless, the kid's shorts
soaked. He saw the top of the kid's jock, and he plumped up even more.
The coach was getting boned up with the heat and the testosterone.
He'd never been as horny as he was on the steroid, but he knew with
the kid being so young, he probably was. He realized Jon was just
staring at him, waiting. "One more set...go," said Coach, and Jon
lifted. The coach noticed the kid's armpit hairs were soaking wet and
were really thick, and watching Big Jon's muscles work made the coach
fully hard in his jock. He turned around and reached down his shorts,
into the jock, to adjust; the pouch was sweaty and sticky, and he
poked his cock downwards, feeling the tight jock squeeze his cock.

Big Jon finished his set and saw the coach in the mirror; his back was
turned to Jon, but Jon saw him with his hands down his hands.
Something about that got Jon's cock moving. He wasn't sure what.

Coach Mead turned around and sensed Jon caught him. Jon was looking up
at his with that dumb expression, and coach watched as Jon absently
mindedly reached down and adjusted himself. He wasn't thinking about
it, just a reflex, but he could see the coach's dick making a lump in
his shorts.

Jon was getting horny. He just thought it was puberty, but lately he'd
been really horny. He figured it was the vitamins giving him more
energy, but he just had to beat off and it was about four times a day.
He woke up hard as hell, then once during his third hour study hall in
the bathroom, then right when he got home, and before bed, and even
then he had wet dreams a few times a week. He could never remember the
dream; just the way he flooded his shorts. His loads were also really
heavy these days, too.

Jon and the coach locked eyes. Jon was getting hard, and the coach was
getting hard, and they both could see it. Coach Mead knew how horny he
must be, and he knew how horny he was, and he had to do something.
"Remove your shorts and give me one more set," he barked at the thick
jock.

Big Jon didn't know why the coach asked him to, but he just did it, so
he stripped off his shorts. Jon was stretching his jock (Coach Parson
gave him a 2XL at the start of the summer and he needed a 3XL now) and
both guys knew that Jon was hard as hell. The pouch was straining and
there was a lot of hair sticking out of the exposed sides of the
pouch. Jon sat his big round ass on the bench and lifted the weight
bar. Coach looked down and noticed that Jon wasn't only hard but was
leaking a lot; Jon did 20 more reps, and it looked like on each rep,
the wet spot on Jon's pouch was spreading. When he finally put up the
bar, they both looked down and Jon's hard dick had completely soaked
the jock pouch. The men could make out the ridge of Jon's thick
dickhead through the wet fabric. Coach Mead knew that this was another
side effect - when you got horny, you leaked a lot of pre-cum.

Coach Mead couldn't take the tension; he was horny, and he knew this
kid was extra horny. He knelt down and rubbed the kid's jock pouch.
Big Jon stared down at him, just reacting to the good feelings and the
coach rubbed the rough pouch over his big thick teen cock. The coach
felt the wet pouch, and after a few seconds, he reached in and moved
the pouch aside. Jon's thick jock dick flopped out, hard and wet. The
kid's dick had grown two inches on the new regimen, and the coach felt
10 inches of hard and firm teen meat in his hand. The dick stuck out
from a ton of hair between his legs; It curved up in the middle and a
stream of clear thick liquid was dripping off the end, a long string
landing in a pool on the weight bench.

Both the guys looked at the big meat. Coach Mead leaned down and
smelled; the kid was giving off insanely manly smells that triggered
something inside the coach. He put the kid's dickhead in his mouth and
sucked for a minute; big dumb Jon moaned, enjoying the help, and the
coach felt the kid start to leak even more.

Coach sucked on the kid's cock for a couple minutes until he knew what
he wanted. He didn't know why but he wanted it. He stopped up and
stripped. Big Jon was in awe of the guy's short but stocky hairy
build; it was so different than his but he admired it the guy's strong
but thick body, especially being 40. He also noticed how hairy the
coach was.

Coach Mead took the kid's wet thick cock in his hand and milked it a
few times to catch the pre-cum. "Damn kid, you make your own lube," he
said, and Jon nodded. The coach filled his hand and took the kid's
cock slime and rubbed it all over his ass and up in his hole. He
straddled the big thick jock on the weight bench and pointed his large
cock at his hole. The coach looked down his hairy body at the kid and
nodded, and the coach slowly swallowed the jock's penis up his own
hairy butthole. It slid in easily, and Jon moaned; the feelings felt
so good, he couldn't think about much else.

The coach finally bottomed out on the jock cock, with all 10 inches up
his ass, the coach's own dick flopping on Big Jon's big belly. He
started to ride the kid, and it slid in and out easily, because the
kid was coating his insides as the coach was riding his dick.

Jon just enjoyed the ride, caught up in the moment of raw lust and
heat and sexual energy, just thinking about how good his dick felt,
and not really much else. The coach was managing to slide out about
nine inches before sitting back down, feeling the teen boy's hairy
balls on his ass.

The coach wiggled and rode Jon's hard cock, making it stretch his
hole. He bucked forward a few times and felt the kid hit his prostate
and the coach moaned. Jon didn't know why (he barely passed health and
wouldn't know what a prostate even was) but he felt the coach's dick
start leaking. The coach hit that spot a few more times, and looked
down at his dick, shocked - he stroked it twice and felt his creamy
load ooze out all over the kid, covering his chest.

Coming out of a sexual haze, the coach got off the kid's dick as Jon
caught his breath. He felt bad and wanted to get the big dumb jock
off. He got between Jon's legs and started slowly stroking his meat
with two hands, working it, feeling the heat and the hardness. He
looked down and saw Jon's butthole, exposed, covered in hair. Coach
gripped the dick harder and beat it faster and he saw the hole clench
and tighten; he looked up and he saw Jon's handsome bearded face start
to smile and heard him moan. The kid's dick swelled in the coach's big
hands and started firing - and he didn't stop for at least twenty
seconds. The kid just kept cumming, and the coach kept stroking.
Finally, when he was done, Big Jon was covered in his own cum.

The coach stood up and said, "Hit the showers, and don't tell anyone."
Big Jon nodded, and of course, he followed directions.