Date: Wed, 07 Nov 2001 16:44:21
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Team Reward 7

Team Reward, pt. 7 (m/t, anal, oral, HS)
Bill Drake
(billdrake@hotmail.com)


Warning: the following stories contain graphic descriptions of sexual
material. If you are underage or do not wish to read such materials, read
no further.  The fiction depicts unsafe sex practices.  It's fantasy. In
real life, wear a rubber.

Again, thanks to all the guys out there who have written - I love to hear
when my stories are responsible for guys blowing their load, and the
response to this story in particular has been great. I just wish I could be
quicker in posting new chapters.  Comments to billdrake@hotmail.com. Let me
know what gets you off. For more of my stories, see the Authors section of
the Nifty Archive. Meanwhile, stroke away...



Team Reward, pt. 7
Bill Drake


Mike White slipped a towel around his waist as he got out of the
shower. The steam filled the bathroom, and he had to wipe the fog off the
mirror. He took a second to marvel at his own reflection. He'd been working
hard for as long as he could remember, working to improve his hard body and
athletic ability, and before him stood the sight of a young man whose
muscles were really beginning to fill out nice and full. He noticed the
brown chest hair growing around his nipples and absently his hand went up
to massage the big, round nipple with his finger. He wondered when he'd a
have a body like any of his coaches, but he was proud of what he
saw. Furthermore, he knew that playing ball at State would mean working
himself to his limits, pushing how far his body could grow, strengthen and
improve. He couldn't wait.

Snapping out of his reverie, the athlete began washing his face and
lathering to shave. He'd gotten about halfway through the task when the
door opened and in walked Coach Brian Pierson, balls naked, his hulking
frame filling the doorway and his gigantic cock stiffer than wood and
poking straight up from his muscular belly.

"Morning stud," he said as he felt along Mike's thick, sturdy back.  With a
swift tug, he pulled off the towel. The fullback's shapely bubblebutt
greeted him, and Brian proceeded to caress the firm mounds as he stepped
behind White. Mike leaned back into the powerful build of the older man as
the coach ran his hands all up and down the athlete's firm sides and even
traced along his neck and cheek, gathering the shaving gel that clung to
the teen's skin.

In a quick motion, he grabbed Mike's now hard and distended erection,
giving it a quick squeeze before teasing him. "Glad you're a horny one in
the morning." Pierson stepped back and reached down to coat his own
throbbing cock with the cool shaving gel. Then, without hesitation, he
pushed his huge dick down til it stuck straight forward, then nudged the
head in Mike's jock hole. With a grunt, he pushed forward and lodged his
battering ram right into the fullback's warm rectum. About four inches were
now wedged tight in the offensive lineman's jock cunt.

"Fuck!" Mike screamed. "That hurts. Take it out."

"Shut the fuck up!" the older man ordered. "I need a good fuck right now,
so just open the fuck up."

Mike was stunned at the commanding tone. His asshole throbbed in
pain. Looking in the mirror he could barely see through the tears that were
welling in his eyes. Still he said nothing. He obeyed.

Coach Pierson roughly grabbed Mike's hips while he pulled out the four
inches of hard, thick coach cock.  Then another jab forward. This time the
scepter went deeper.

"Nnngh..."  Mike stifled a grunt deep in his throat. It was barely audible
but Coach heard it and it turned him on. White was a great kid, a good
athlete and the most promising recruit this year, not to mention a hot
lay. But he had to be broken in. So Coach pulled back and rammed in his
cock once more, now splitting the stud's hot cunt with about seven inches
of fat, demanding man meat.

Mike closed his eyes, trying to relax his tight ass, and hoping the sharp
pain would subside. His body shivered as if it were cold, but he didn't let
a sound escape his lips. He wanted to please Coach.

Coach looked over Mike's shoulder into the mirror and saw the young stud's
body shiver and contort as his ass got force-fed a good foot of cock. Brian
wrapped his arms around Mike, in a gesture at once authoritative and
affectionate, and felt the firmness and the power of the teen athlete's
build. The coach couldn't remember when he was hornier. He shoved his dick
in again.

This time, it worked. The resistance gave way and the whole length of
Pierson's huge staff sunk effortlessly into Mike White's guts.

Coach hissed in horned-up excitement. "Yeah, boy, let me in... That's
it..." he cooed as his dick flesh slid along the slick shit tunnel first
in, then back out. Then in again. This ass was open and all his now. Coach
wasn't one to hesitate at the opportunity. Immediately, he began a long
deep and fast pace, pounding the jock's bubble butt without mercy. He bent
Mike forward slightly, so he could grab the stud's hips and angle his own
meat to piston out at a furious speed and hard intensity. He wanted his
cock as deep up the kid's bowels as possible. Hell, he'd have fucked his
own balls deep in there if it were possible.

Those balls were at first hanging low and slapping the flesh between Mike's
meaty fullback thighs each time Coach slammed home. Soon, though, the large
orbs had drawn up til they were appendages clinging tightly to the hard
foot of coach cock fucking Mike's guts raw.

Mike now looked in the mirror and was turned on by the sight he saw. His
muscled athletic body half-bent over the sink, his powerful arms stuck
forward to brace himself while he got dicked by the biggest, most powerful,
most attractive man he'd ever met. Mike's cock was now at full staff and
bobbed as his body shook from the hard pummeling from behind. He looked
between his spread thighs and could see Coach's big balls, and his cock as
it pulled out, primed for another inward shove.

Now Coach was going for his nut, pounding in and tearing up Mike's tight
ass, relishing the slick warmth on his cock. With a loud growl, he shoved
in and unloaded his first volley of thick, hot cum.

"Shit yeah!" Mike yelled as he felt the first spray his the walls of his
jock ass. He reached down to his own erect cock and began flogging away.

Coach felt like he'd been storing up his dickwad for a week rather than six
hours. It felt incredible, like a river was being unleashed through his
pistoning cock.  He felt the fresh sperm wetness coating Mike's tender ass
walls. And he felt that ass tight and clinch around his hard cock.

Mike was cumming. The first few jets blasted out and painted the bathroom
mirror in long, white ropes of semen.

Coach, starting to come down from his intense orgasm, but still dribbling
sperm into Mike's guts, watched in the mirror as the kid nutted and his
body shook in ecstasy.  "Yeah, kid," he murmured, "I thought you'd like a
good hard fuck, the rough way."

"Oh, Coach!" Mike cried, his dick still spasming.

"Yeah, baby?"  Coach asked, kissing the athlete's now sweaty neck, cheek,
and ear.

"That felt so fucking good. So intense."

"Yeah, stud, I know..."

"At first, I..."

"Shh... No need to speak, son. You still got a lot to learn. I'm your new
coach now and I'm gonna teach you new things. Make you learn more about
yourself. Is that what you want, stud?"

"Oh, yes, sir."

"Good." The coach's cock slithered halfway out of the slick, wellfucked
ass, then slowly inched back in. "Your coach is a horny man, you know."

"I know sir."

Slowly again, Pierson removed his dick until only about an inch or two
remained in the boy's chute. "You think you can handle me, boy?"

"I'll try sir," Mike responded softly.

Angrily, the coach shoved his cock right in, all the fucking way in, and
barked, "College football isn't about trying, son. Now... you think you can
handle this dick?"

Mike grimaced from the jab in his guts then called out, "Yes sir! I can and
will, sir!"

"Glad to hear it, son... By the way, you're not going to school today,
White."

"You gonna fuck me all day sir?"

As if to answer, Coach began fucking at a steady pace on Mike's already
well-pounded hole. He continued fucking as he talked. "I like the way you
think, White, but that's not what I'm talking about. You're coming back
with me to State for a couple days.  You can meet the team and talk to the
coaching staff. You'll have to miss practice here, but I called your coach
and arranged it. I'll let you practice with the team at State, plus put you
through a college workout."

"Sounds good, Coach. When do we go?"

"As soon as I've fucked your ass again, White."

"Coach, your dick is still so fucking hard."

"You like it, boy?"

"Yeah, Coach, but..."

"But what?"

"Can I clean it before you fuck me again?"

Coach extracted his foot of hard cock, which shimmered in the coat of coach
cum and jock ass juices. He stepped back from White, who was turning around
to face his new coach.

"All right, on your knees, White."

"Yes, sir," he said before his mouth was stuffed with a foot of hard, wet
dick.

**********


At that very moment his father woke up with a huge, throbbing hardon. He'd
fucked his wife last night, so this was unusual. Michael White was more an
evening person than a morning person, and his sex drive was no
exception. He usually had to shower and get a cup of coffee before he could
think about anything, including sex. Fortunately, his wife was the same
way.

Only this morning, he lay wide awake as his dick throbbed uncomfortably. He
thought about the terrific blow job he'd gotten on his way home from work
yesterday. The guy really blew his mind as well as his dick. Not the sort
of guy Michael normally thought as a fag or cocksucker, the man was built
and real masculine. But fuck, could he give head. He'd spent yesterday so
horny he and Clarice had fucked twice before bed and once again in the
middle of the night. He was still turned on by the thought of the guy.

He looked over at his wife, lying nude on the bed. He reached down between
her legs and felt the wetness of her pussy, and the load he'd deposited
there in the middle of the night. His wife began to wake while he diddled
her twat. "Mmmm.." she muttered as she came awake. She began grinding her
pussy onto her husband's thick, masculine fingers. "Oooh, baby, what a way
to wake up. Finger my pussy, Mike." He continued to explore and finger fuck
her cunt while his other hand pounded his horny cock.


Michael knew he couldn't take much foreplay this morning. Swiftly and
silently, he crawled up onto Clarice's nude body and slipped his cock
deftly into her cunt.

"Oh, Mike, that's it. Slide that cock into me. I don't know what's made you
so horny, but I love it."

Michael knew why he was so horny.  He couldn't get the image out of his
head. While he shafted his wife, he kept thinking of that stud in the
car. He was sure it was his son's baseball coach. The fucker looked like a
coach - big, domineering build, receding hairline, big hairy arms. Looked
like an ex-marine, in fact. And all Michael could think about was what it
would feel like to sink his cock up the coach's ass. Even his dirty talk to
his wife were words he wanted to say to Mike, Jr.'s coach.

"Yeah, bitch, take my cock. All fucking nine inches...  Slamming hard and
deep into your cunt. Is that what you wanted?"

"Fuck, yes," Clarice cooed. "Fuck me, Mike."

As he fucked his wife, the phone rang. Michael immediately stopped his
thrusting. His wife grabbed his asscheeks and held him tight, keeping his
hard cock lodged in her cunt.  "Don't get it," she begged.

"Don't worry, hon. I could use a cool down right now. I'm about to shoot as
it is." Pushing up his weight with one arm, he reached over to the bed
stand with the other and picked up the phone.  "Hello?" he answered.

"Dad? It's Mike."

"Oh, hi Mike. What's up? Did you stay over at Tim's last night?"

"Yeah, dad," Mike lied. Actually at the moment his was lying stomach down
on a hotel bed while his coach lay on top of him, thrusting a gargantuan
dick up his tight, football player ass. Mike had to keep from grunting or
moaning while he got rutted from behind during his phone conversation with
his father. "Look dad, I have some good news."

"Yeah, son?" Michael Sr. began fucking again, sliding his hard cock in and
out of his wife's pussy. She was feeling great. Normally she hated it when
her husband fucked for his own pleasure without any regard for hers.  She
insisted on foreplay, insisted that he go down on her regularly, insisted
that he hold of his orgasms as long as possible. But this morning he was
fucking away without any care for her and she was loving it. Maybe it was
his extra horny, extra hard dick. She always like Michael's large member
and could never understand women complaining about big dicks.

That large dick was now pummeling her cunt while Michael carried on his
conversation.

"Yeah, dad," the voice on the other end said. "I got a scholarship to play
ball at State. The coach there came down yesterday to give me the offer."

"That's great son!" he exclaimed, his breath ragged from the fuck he was
giving Mike's mother. "Congratulations. We'll have to celebrate tonight."

"Well, that's the other thing, dad." He could barely speak the word "dad"
cause just then Coach Brian slammed another hard thrust up his butt. Mike
took a deep breath then continued, hoping his dad wouldn't notice
anything. "Coach is going back today and he's invited to take me back for a
couple of days, let me meet the coaching staff and see the place."


Coach fucked rough and hard while Mike was talking. He leaned forward to
put his mouth at the ear which didn't have the phone receiver and he
growled in a low voice so only Mike could here. "Tell him your new coach
has gotta test drive his baby boy's jock ass for a couple of days. Tell him
how his boy can't get enough of his new coach-daddy's dick. "

Mike couldn't hold back. He removed the receiver from his mouth and thrust
his face into the pillow beneath him as his body shook in another fierce
orgasm, hosing the hotel bed sheets rubbing his prick.

His dad was oblivious and in fact was lost in his own fuck, nearing orgasm
while trying to continue conversation with his son. "All right, Mike. Will
you be back by the weekend?"

Mike recovered enough to lift his head back up and answer. "Yeah, dad. Will
be back Friday before the game."

"OK, son, have a good time. Talk to you later." Michael was getting really
close now and his wife was thrashing beneath him, lost in her own orgasm.

"Yeah, bye dad." Mike said then hung up while his Coach hosed another hot,
thick wad of man sperm up his hole.

"Bye, Mike," the father said into a now dead phone. He didn't even have the
energy to put the phone back on the hook. He just held it to his ear while
his balls gave up a major nut.


**********

Glen Carson's dick wouldn't go down. The young jock had woken up with a
hardon to beat all, and even in the shower it wouldn't go away. He thought
about grabbing his cock and whipping out a hot load, but then remembered
why he'd gotten up early this morning. So reluctantly, he turned the shower
off, dried his body head to toe, then pulled on a fresh jockstrap. He loved
the way, the pouch snugly fit his dick, especially now that it was
hard. Little did he realize how perfectly the straps framed his prime,
fuckable bubblebutt.

The second-string quarterback then slid on a pair of tight-fitting faded
jeans and a Jackson County High sweatshirt. He slipped on his letter
jacket, and was ready to go out the door. His parents didn't ask why he'd
taken to leaving for school an hour early lately, but they were pleased so
kept silent.

Glen pulled up to the house right on time. By now they'd timed it
perfectly. Trent Sullivan had until 8.30 before he had to leave for the
office, and Glen left by 8:00 in order to make to school by quarter after.
That gave Trent plenty of time to wash up and get dressed.

At 7:00 sharp, Glen rang Trent's doorbell. The businessman answered the
door wearing nothing but a big, thick morning erection. "How's my jock boy
doing this morning?" he asked as the two men met in a heated kiss. Glen ran
his powerful quarterback hands all along Trent's stocky, muscled back,
reaching down to knead and squeeze those perfect, powerful ass
cheeks. "Didn't beat off yet, did you?" Trent asked.

"No bud," Glen responded, "I saved it for you." He grabbed Trent's fat cock
and began squeezing and stroking the shaft.

Trent broke into a big smile. "Good." He reached down and unbuttoned Glen's
jeans, then pulled them down to his knees revealing the kid's swollen
jockstrap, which was unable to contain the erection. He turned Glen around
and got down on his knees.

In front of him was the most amazing ass on the Jackson High football
team. Round, taut, perfectly shaped and so fucking smooth.  Trent lapped at
the smooth skin first on the left cheek then the right. He alternated,
getting closer to the boy's crack, savoring the muscular strength lying
just beneath the teen's smooth, soft skin. The quarterback spread his
thighs, or as much he could with his jeans still trapping his legs. Trent
reached up and spread those beautiful cheeks, revealing the depths of the
teen jock's asscrack.

With a long, deliberate swath, Trent licked the length of the freshly
washed gash. It tasted of soap and water and the slight hint of horny teen
jock. He licked again. This time he let his tongue linger at the puckered
ass hole, which quivered at Trent's touch. Gently he rimmed around the edge
of the hole, teasing and licking the puckered folds of flesh guarding the
jock's precious rectum.

"God, Trent!  That feels awesome. Keep licking me, buddy!"

Applying more pressure, Trent pressed in, pressed the tip of his tongue
right in the center of the hole and drove forward. The assring gave way as
Glen's anus swallowed Trent's talented, eager tongue.

"Shit! Ah, keep pushing there," Glen ordered.

The horny businessman complied. His own cock was rockhard now, and was
leaking all over the living room floor. Since the postgame suckoff the
other weekend, he imagined what it would be like to do this to the whole
team, to have the boys line up their hot jock asses ready for Trent to take
them one by one and eat out their horny boy cunts.

Right now, though, he was content with probing Carson's hot cunt deep with
his tongue. At first he just used his long tongue to make deep, in-and-out
fuck motions, loosing and slickening the boy up in the process. Then he
curved his tongue upward and to the side, licking the stud's rectum from
the inside out. The contact his tongue made with the rectal walls drove
both men wild.  Trent knew he had to do this one time after the jock's butt
had been spermed with a good load of jock goo.


"Man, Trent, I'm gonna come with your tongue up my butt."

"No you don't." Trent replied as he pulled out of the jock's ass. Again, he
turned the boy around and this time pulled down the strained jockstrap. He
wasted no time in guiding the boy's prick to his mouth and swallowing the
whole length, and coming back up just in time to catch the quarterback's
hot seed in the front of his mouth.

"Take my wad," Glen ordered, feeling wave after wave of orgasm sweep over
him.

Trent began to back off the hard, spent prick, as he normally did after a
guy got his nut. Only Glen held his head still.

"Sorry, sir. You're not gonna spit it out today."

Trent looked up, his mouth still stuffed full of hard teen quarterback
meat. The two men's eyes locked. Both with determination. "Swallow," Glen
commanded. Trent kept trying to back off, but Glen's powerful arms held him
immobile. Then, slowly, that cock started pushing deeper in, deeper into
Trent's gullet. It backed out slightly then a regular facefuck began, Glen
holding Trent's head in place while his cock reamed out the older man's
throat.

Trent couldn't help himself. His mouth was salivating with each inward
thrust of cock, and involuntarily he began to swallow. Wave after wave of
saliva and jock cum washed down his throat and esophagus, filling his
stomach with a morning protein deposit.

Glen was incredibly turned on. He could see the businessman's throat
contract with each swallow and see the man's face blush scarlet red at the
combination of excitement and humiliation. "Yeah, man, that's it. Swallow
that big load. Show a jock you can respect his jizz.  Yeah, I'll have
another load for you soon, Trent, buddy."

By now, Glen's hold had faded and the businessman was doing most the work
sucking the young man. He pulled off for a second, long enough to reply. "I
sure hope so, kid." Then went back to business, sucking hard jock dick.


(to be continued)