Date: Tue, 13 Jan 2009 18:47:57 -0500
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Subject: Linebackers 10

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Linebackers 10 - Concrete


Kevin's dad closed his cell phone. He had just gotten a phone call from
Coach Cosgrove. He was calling Mr. Rossi to let him know that his son had
been giving the coaches some attitude at practice. It wasn't anything too
bad - he was running a little slowly, or the coaches would have to repeat
themselves, that sort of thing. Mr. Rossi didn't like hearing that and he
was going to have to take care of it.

Two days later, Mr. Rossi was sitting in Coach Cosgrove's office. He
looked around the small, concrete room. Kevin's school was an old
building, and he was sitting in a basement room. He could faintly hear
the showers and the locker room noise on the other side of the door next
to him. The concrete floor was old and painted green. The concrete blocks
that made up the wall were painted white. Coach Cosgrove's old metal desk
was up against a wall facing a bulletin board with schedules, rosters and
plays tacked to it. "He had a decently sized office," Mr. Rossi, thought,
"but not as big as mine." There was also an old physical therapy table
across from him, with a vinyl cushion on top. It was wooden and looked
adjustable.

Kevin's dad sat up in the old metal chair that was next to the desk and
inhaled the locker room smell. It reminded him of his high school
football days. He stood up and looked at some of the awards on the wall.
He was dressed in a suit, having just come from work. He had on a very
expensive black suit. He took pride wearing suits to work. He took off
his suit jacket and put it on the chair. He was wearing a dark blue shirt
with a grey tie. The shirt was fitted very well to him, with his belly
rounding out the shirt and his arms filling out both sleeves.

"Hello Mr. Rossi," said Coach Cosgrove as he entered the office from the
locker room. Practice had ended for the day. The coach was wearing grey
sweatpants and a sleeveless Under Armour black t-shirt. He was a short,
stocky guy, about 32 or 33 years old, Mr. Rossi figured. He was balding
but buzzed his hair short. He had a couple days of facial hair, but Mr.
Rossi had seen him with a beard sometimes and a goatee sometimes. He
loooked to be about 5'9" and maybe 190 pounds. He didn't have a big
belly, he was just kind of chubby. His arms were tanned and Mr. Rossi
noticed his hairy forearms and some of the hair under his arms as he
reached out to shake his hand.

"Good to see you again, coach. We haven't spoken since the banquet last
fall."

The coach smiled. "Yeah, and Kevin's usually a great kid, but lately,
he's just become a bit of a slacker. You know, nothing bad, just...I
think he's being lazy. Who knows."

Coach Cosgrove filled him in on everything that had happened, and Mr.
Rossi let him know he was concerned. "Well coach, sometimes he has
problems with authority," said Mr. Rossi. "We just need to remind him
who's boss." For some reason, Mr. Rossi's cock jumped when he said this.
He had a variety of different underwear, but today he was wearing a
jockstrap, because he was planning to lift at the gym with friends after
this.

"I agree," said the coach. Mr. Rossi nodded. "Could you go get him please
and drag him in here? Right now."

"Yeah, no problem," said Coach Cosgrove, and he got up and opened the
door into the locker room. Kevin's dad's cock throbbed a little more when
he was hit in the face with that musky smell. The door closed, and he
exhaled and closed his eyes for a second.

The door opened a few moments later and Coach Cosgrove came in, and
behind him, Kevin walked in, wearing just a towel. The coach smiled and
said, "You said now!"

Mr. Rossi smiled and nodded and sat back down. Kevin sat in the chair
next to the coach's desk. His furry belly was rounder when he sat down,
and both the coach and his dad noticed his hairy upper arms and shoulders
as he sat against the white wall. The towel was short enough to show his
hairy thighs, but not too short to show anything else.

"Kevin, Coach Cosgrove tells me you're not doing what you're supposed to
be doing in practice. Is this true?"

Kevin looked down and nodded. He had shaved his beard and had a couple
weeks of growth on his chin. The brown hair was as wide as his mouth. He
had recently gotten his ears pierced also, like a lot of guys on the
team, and he had a silver stud in each ear.

His dad looked at Kevin and asked him, "Kevin, who is in charge at
football practice?" Kevin looked up and said, "The coaches."

"That's right. I am in charge at home, and he is in charge here. Do you
understand?" Kevin looked at the ground and nodded again.

"I'm not sure you do understand," Mr. Rossi said. "I think we need to
show you that we are in charge, and you need to show us that you
understand." Kevin looked his dad in the eye and said, "Yes, sir." He had
always called his dad sir from time to time, since he was little. In his
household, it was a sign of respect.

The coach was watching the two men discuss Kevin's behavior. He realized
how much Kevin looked like a younger version of his dad. He wondered how
hairy his dad was, because his son was really hairy at this young age. He
wondered how hairy he was going to get. Kevin got up, and the coach
realized his mind had been wandering and he had no idea what they just
said.

"Come here, Kevin," his dad said, and Kevin got up and stood in front of
his dad. Mr. Rossi said, "Drop the towel." Kevin dropped his towel. The
coach was surprised, to say the least. He was even more surprised when
Mr. Rossi reached out to the uncut cock and started milking it,
underhanded. Kevin looked to be about 5 inches, and not too hard, but not
soft either.

Coach Cosgrove had no idea what was going on. This big hulk of a man was
massaging his son's cock. He noticed how hairy Kevin's crotch was. All
this was too much for the coach - his dick had started to chub up in his
boxer shorts. He was confused but something was...kinda hot about it.

Kevin's dick was a full, hard 7 inches now. He had his eyes closed and
his hands at his sides, and Kevin's dad was looking up at his son's face.
He then looked over at the coach and smiled. He noticed that the coach's
cock was tenting his sweatpants, but his attention was on Kevin's dick,
his mouth partly open, almost in a trance. "Kevin," Mr. Rossi said. "Go
suck the coach's dick." He continued to massage his son's cock while he
looked up at him and said this, stretching the foreskin back and forth
over his head.

Kevin looked down at his dad when he said this. Kevin had messed around
with a buddy or two, and once with his dad, but this was something
different. This was a teacher. He was freaked out. He just stared at his
dad while his dad rubbed his dick.

"Now," his dad said.

Kevin walked over to the coach, his foreskin bunched behind his head, his
cock bouncing in front of him. He kneeled on the cold floor and started
pulling down the coach's sweatpants. The coach complied, in a sexual
haze, not sure what to make of this. But a blowjob sounded awesome right
now.

Kevin pulled down the pants and out sprung a short, stubby 6 inch cock.
"His cock is shaped just like him," thought Kevin. The coach tried to
speak, uttering a syllable ("Ca...") but just let out a low moan as Kevin
put his dick head in his mouth. He closed his eyes as Kevin got more of
his dick wet and worked more into his mouth. Kevin went up and down on
his dick for three or four minutes. Finally, the coach took off his
shirt, and tweaked his left nipple with his right hand. He also had a
hairy chest, covering his soft round chest. His stomach was also hairy,
leading down to a big thick bush that this linebacker was currently
sticking his nose in every few seconds.

The coach looked over at Mr. Rossi. Mr. Rossi was still sitting in the
chair, watching the coach getting his dick, lightly massaging his own
package.

After a few more minutes of Kevin slurping and the coach moaning and
slightly fucking Kevin's face, Mr. Rossi said, "Kevin, get on the bench."

Kevin stood up, his dick just as hard as when his dad had been jerking
it. He walked over to the bench and sat down. His dad said, "Lay on your
back. Coach, can you put up the leg bars?"

Kevin laid on his back, and the coach got up. Mr. Rossi had noticed that
there were bars that swung out to hold up someone's legs for an exam. The
coach had stepped out of his clothes and was fully nude now. Mr. Rossi
saw his big, thick ass wasn't very hairy, but it got really hairy near
the bottom of the crack. Coach Cosgrove put up the bars, and Kevin knew
what was going on. He put his feet in the stirrups. "Spread him wide,
coach," said Mr. Rossi. He adjusted the bench so that Kevin's legs were
bent and spread wide. He looked down at his ball sack, which was hanging
low and covered in long brown hairs. He had a really hairy ass too, and
curly brown hairs ringed a red butthole.

"Coach, I want you to fuck him," said Mr. Rossi, in the same tone he used
to talk to his son. "Do you have anything you can use as lubrication?"

"Yeah, I think..." Coach Cosgrove kept a bottle of lube in his drawer,
locked away in the back for when he felt the need to beat off at work.
The coach got the bottle from the desk and lubed up his stocky cock. He
walked over to Kevin and rubbed the liquid around his ass. He took his
stubby middle finger and slowly worked it into Kevin Rossi's ass. Kevin's
eyes were closed, and he grimaced, but slowly, the coach could tell Kevin
had relaxed as he worked more finger inside him, a little at a time,
until it was all the way in. He held it still, slowly moving it around
what he hoped was Kevin's prostate.

Kevin's dick was still hard, though the foreskin now covered his head
fully. The coach took out his finger, lubed his cock one last time and
slowly worked it into Kevin's ass. The coach moaned, Kevin moaned, and
Mr. Rossi moaned as Coach Cosgrove slowly sunk his whole dick inside the
kid's butthole.

Mr. Rossi still hadn't taken out his cock, but it was rock hard in his
jock. He would lightly squeeze it or rub it, but he was getting off
commanding the two men. "Fuck him coach," Kevin's dad said in a low,
breathy voice.

Coach Cosgrove looked down at his hairy chest and belly and saw his cock
sliding in and out of Kevin's hairy asshole. He looked up at the stocky
hairy kid and saw that a stream of pre-cum was oozing out his foreskin
onto the hair below.

The coach was giving Kevin every inch, pulling his dick all the way out
and shoving it in deep. Kevin was really loving it, and he would push
into the coach when he could to get it deeper.

Suddenly, the door opened, and in walked Ryan, another football player.
"I..." He froze as he saw the scene in front of him. Quickly, Kevin's dad
said, "Close the door."

Ryan closed the door, remembering his last run in with Mr. Rossi. Kevin
was wearing just some tight boxer briefs, the longer kind. The tight
shorts showed off his lean, muscular body, and he had no shirt on.
"Hello, Ryan," Mr. Rossi said, staring at Ryan.

Ryan froze, afraid that either Mr. Rossi would bust him for fucking Kevin
or...then he remembered that Coach Cosgrove was fucking Kevin, and Kevin
was taking it. They hadn't stopped, Coach Cosgrove now looking down at
Kevin while Kevin groaned, loving the cock in his ass.

Mr. Rossi had an idea. "Coach, you can make this bench a table, correct?"
The coach nodded and continued fucking Kevin, now quickly thrusting his
big head up the boy's butt over and over. He took out his cock, and Kevin
got up. Kevin and the coach were still naked, but Ryan's big dick was
starting to get hard in his underwear. The coach had finished pulling out
the table.

"Kevin, Coach Cosgrove, get on your back on the table."

The coach didn't know what was going on, but for some reason he did what
Mr. Rossi said. His dick felt too damn good to argue. The room now
smelled a little bit like ass...probably Kevin's.

Both of the guys had climbed on the table and were laying on their backs,
heels on the edge of the table. Mr. Rossi got up and went over to Ryan.
"Ryan, get my dick out of my pants."

Ryan wanted so bad to argue, but he didn't; he knew he couldn't argue
with Kevin's dad, after what he saw him doing to his son. He looked down,
unzipped the suit pants, and reached in. He felt a rough jockstrap pouch
that was kinda wet and definitely had a hard cock in it. He managed to
pull the pouch to the side, and he freed the big dick and worked it out
of the pants. The pants weren't baggy, so his hard dick was sticking
right out the fly. "And the balls," Kevin's dad said. Ryan release his
hairy ball sack too.

Mr. Rossi reached over and pulled down Ryan's underwear. His dick shot up
and slapped against his tight abs. Both men were hard, facing each other,
one naked and one wearing a suit. Mr. Rossi took Kevin's right hand and
put it on his cock, and grabbed Ryan's dick with his own right hand. Both
men were rubbing the other, looking down at both dicks. Kevin's dad
leaned forward and whispered to Ryan, "I want you to fuck Kevin again."

Ryan's dick got hard and leaked a little. Mr. Rossi and Ryan went over to
the table. They saw that the coach and Kevin were laying there and
jerking each other off, eyes closed, both rubbing the other's thick
dicks.

The coach knew what was going to happen, somehow. He felt Mr. Rossi pick
up his hairy legs and put them on his shoulders. He felt this huge man's
cock at the enterance of his hole. He moved forward to let him in. He'd
never been fucked, but he was ready to be fucked by this man.

Ryan stick his dick inside Kevin at the same time. Both of them moaned,
and they started fucking.

Ryan looked over at his coach. Never in a million years would he have
guessed he was going to see him get fucked. But here he was, his hairy
body bouncing as Mr. Rossi pounded him deep. He saw the coach's cock was
hard as Kevin stroked it up and down, and looked down at Kevin, who was
hairier than his coach. The coach was working over Kevin's dick head
while Ryan pounded him.

After about ten minutes of hard, sweaty fucking, Mr. Rossi started
grunting and groaning. "Yeah," he was saying. "I'm gonna drop my load in
you, coach." He started pounding longer and deeper as he moaned louder
until he said, "YEAH!" and the other three guys knew he was coming. He
didn't slow down as his cock fired off shot after shot of hot cum up the
coach's ass. His fucking slowed down for a minute or two, then he pulled
his dick out, covered in cum and still slightly hard.

Ryan's fucking had slowed while they all watched Kevin's dad cum. "Get
up," he said to them. His son and his son's coach stood up, stretching
their legs. He noticed how different Ryan looked than the other two guys.

"Coach, get on the table on all fours. Kevin, get on all fours behind him
on the edge, and Ryan, get behind Kevin.

The two jocks and the coach got into position. Their three hard dicks
bounced around as they did. Ryan started fingering Kevin's butt for a
second, until Mr. Rossi said, "Kevin, eat out your coach's ass while Ryan
finishes fucking you. Mr. Rossi sat back down in his chair to watch the
show, leaving his dick out of his pants. He knew he was going to have to
have these pants dry cleaned.

Kevin looked at the hairy, cum covered hole in front of him. He felt
Ryan's two fingers leave his ass as his dick went back in. He tentatively
leaned forward and licked the butthole in front of him. The stench of ass
and cum was strong. He started working his tongue deeper into his coach's
hole as he lapped up his dad's load. The coach was moaning a lot and
squirming on Kevin's tongue.

The coach had never been rimmed, and it felt awesome. It was even better
when he felt a big hand on his dick, and looked over to see Mr. Rossi
standing next to the table, jerking off both the coach and his own son.
He closed his eyes and felt the strong hand squeezing and stroking him
while Kevin ate his ass.

Coach Cosgrove knew he wasn't going to last long like this. Mr. Rossi's
hand was jerking him off fast, and his hairy belly was bouncing against
his hand every so often. "Aww, shit, I'm gonna shoot," said the coach,
and he shot what had to have been the biggest load of his life. He felt
Kevin's tongue trying to break through his butthole as it clenched with
his orgasm, and Mr. Rossi didn't slow down and milked out every drop.

The coach almost fell off the table as he got off and sat in his desk
chair to watch the rest of the show. Ryan was really pounding Kevin deep,
his tight chest and abs covered in sweat, while Mr. Rossi stood next to
Kevin, jerking him with his left hand. He noticed that Kevin's dad's cock
was hard now, poking again out of his dress slacks.

Kevin moaned and the coach saw five or six streams of jizz shoot out of
the kid's dick. He noticed that even Kevin's back was starting to get
hairy, and Kevin's dad kept milking out his cum. Both Ryan and Mr. Rossi
moaned, and the coach realized that both men must have just shot their
loads. Mr. Rossi looked down and --

Kevin's dad looked around the room. He was out of breath. It took him a
few seconds to get his bearings. He was breathing heavy and starting at
what looked like a ceiling. It was a ceiling he realized, and he saw a
fan. It was his bedroom fan. He looked over at the alarm clock on the
dresser. The room was sunny, and it was 9:48 AM.

It took Mr. Rossi a few seconds to realize that he had just had a very
vivid sex dream. He hadn't had one like that in years, probably even
decades. He was shocked at how real it seemed, like it had just been
happening a few seconds ago...which it kind of did, he figured.

He smelled something, and looked down. He had kicked off the bedsheets,
and he looked down over his hairy, powerful chest and round belly and saw
his big, thick Italian cock sticking out of his boxer shorts at a 45
degree angle, facing him. He also realized he had shot a huge load all
over himself while he slept. Luckily his wife had gotten up early and was
at her Saturday morning class until this afternoon. He looked at the cum
that was all over him - huge white strings were laying all over his
stomach, and a few had shot up towards his chest and almost to his chin.
It was a big load, he thought, especially after having sex with his wife
just last night. The room smelled heavy like cum. Mr. Rossi closed his
eyes and dropped his head back on the pillow, trying to remember what he
could about his dream.

What he didn't see was that his son had been watching him through the
door. He walked past the bedroom door on the way to brush his teeth,
having just woken up, wearing nothing but a pair of flannel pants. He
thought he heard some noise in the bedroom, and peeked in the crack. He
saw his dad's big thick cock poking through his boxers, and saw his dad
moving a little bit and moaning quietly every so often. Kevin was
transfixed, and his own boner started sticking out of his fly. He watched
for a few minutes and was amazed when he dad's dick began firing shots of
cum all over his hairy chest and stomach. Kevin's eyes were wide watching
how the cum continued to shoot out, and oozed out. Kevin hurried to the
bathroom to shoot his own load after seeing that, while Mr. Rossi got up
and took a shower.