Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2016 16:05:12 -0500 (EST)
From: jon royale <jonroyale@optonline.net>
Subject: Baldwin & Sons 7: Taking One For the Team

BALDWIN & SONS 7: TAKING ONE FOR THE TEAM
by Jon Royale
December 2016

The following story contains graphic depictions of sexual encounters.  You
must be of legal age in order to view this material.


Every high school has one: the skilled superstar jock other boys envy and
girls swoon over, the hometown hero locals come out to cheer.  The latest
coveted athlete in this college town was Ryan Baldwin.  He was white-blond,
blue-eyed, breathtakingly handsome and sported a muscular, toned body
unlike any other sixteen-year-old.  Although seemingly unfettered by his
family's wealth he was second born son of town matriarch Delia Coolidge
Baldwin.  Otherwise he would have been very much like the star sportsmen in
yours or any other town.

All except for one as-yet-undiscovered affliction, an all-consuming
"problem" which reared its ugly head at the most inopportune of times.  A
gnawing itch way up inside the Baldwin boy's rectum which caused him to
squirm in his seat at school, spring a boner and demand attention.  It was
problematic enough in the classroom but an episode on the playing field was
even worse.  Wearing a sport's jock his huge muscle glutes were bared and
form-fitted against the team uniform (much to many spectator's delight),
but drove him near crazy when his hole decided to become active.  Often he
fought the impulse to dig his big hand into the seat of his uniform and
spank his teen hole into submission right in front of everyone.

Over the years he'd learned ways to quell the insatiable demon inside him,
the most successful being a man's hard-on.  And the bigger, the better.
Fortunately there were two versions of the model right at home in the form
of the handyman, Lombardo, and his very own father.  Lately, however, Dad
hadn't been too keen on helping Ryan out, leading him to seek out Lombardo
to tend to his damnable itch.  Lombardo always seemed willing to help out a
boy in distress.

So concentrated was Ryan on seeking relief that he never realized his was
the featured show from the pool house via Lombardo's computer.  Neither of
them was yet privy to the fact that their guest room dalliances, as well as
pool house frolicking, were observed and recorded by the third Baldwin
brother, fifteen-year-old Lucas.  The misunderstood, nerdy Baldwin had a
library of material on flash drive featuring all the men who did Ryan,
including their dad.  With such damning evidence in existence it wasn't
surprising that it would one day fall into the wrong hands....

Brothers Lucas and Ryan had nothing in common.  Whereas Ryan was outgoing,
popular and athletic Lucas was an introverted computer geek.  Ryan was
cover boy perfect; Lucas was thin and gawky with unruly hair, flare-ups of
acne and large-framed glasses.  There was no bonding between the two boys
as there was between Trey and Lucas.  In fact, Lucas' only loyalties were
to his older brother and their mom.  Ever since he discovered the illicit
acts being committed under their roof Lucas had been troubled.  He
suspected the true culprit was the nefarious Lombardo.  But that didn't
excuse the actions of the other two.  It was an affront to Delia that her
husband was being unfaithful to her with another man.  And it was equally
disingenuous of Ryan to be cavorting with his own father.

Hours upon hours of video streaming and screen captures were contained on a
series of flash drives in Lucas' chamber.  The boy watched them over and
over, disgusted by their actions but sexually aroused at the same time.  He
became overly excited each time he logged onto the cameras he'd installed
in Lombardo's room, or those already in existence in the pool house, and
found one or the other of them going at it again.  He couldn't help but
haul out his humongous cock and jerk himself to climax.  But always,
afterwards, he felt shamed by his interest.

Up until the past few months it had been Lucas' beloved brother Trey who
was the school's football superstar.  Then Ryan tried out for the team and
usurped Trey's status.  Trey found himself warming the bench while Ryan
went on to impress Coach and the rest of the team with his athletic acumen.
In Lucas' possession was the ammunition which could right that wrong; Lucas
wasn't a vengeful boy by nature but his loyalty was to Trey.  Trey was the
one always there for him; Ryan ignored him.  After all the times Trey had
come to his rescue, Lucas now had the opportunity to help out his brother.
Leaking a snippet of video via internet would be too extreme.  But a print
out of one of the more risque screen captures anonymously fed to the high
school Principal...

Or, better yet, to Coach Kowalski.




Seventeen-year-old Trey had been shocked and delighted when Lucas made him
privy to the activities of their brother and father.  Watching Ryan take
hard adult cock down his throat and up his big bulbous ass from some of the
most unsavory of men quickly gave the eldest Baldwin boy an idea of how to
better his own position.  Pretty Carrie Bauer would dump Ryan in a
heartbeat if she learned what he was really into and come crawling back to
Trey.  And if Coach saw his new star quarterback in action he'd surely kick
him off the team.  Coach was a real burly man's man; he wouldn't go for any
homo sex.  All Trey had to do was show some of the scandalous photos to
each of them and he'd be back in position on the field with the added bonus
of Carrie feasting on his teen cock in the back seat of the car (although,
he had recently learned, her brother Chuck gave a really spectacular blow
job).

Getting the pictures from Lucas proved fairly easy.  At first Lucas balked,
rightfully worried what Trey might do with them.  Trey played upon Lucas'
trust in him and was rewarded with several pictures, one from each of
Ryan's conquests.  Faces of the various men didn't appear in the photo set,
but Ryan's was prominent in all.  At the time he wasn't sure when and where
he'd strike but for the first time Trey felt he had the upper hand with his
brother.

In a fit of jealous anger Trey unhanded one of the pics, a close up of
Lombardo's big dick in Ryan's mouth, to Chuck Bauer.  Chuck had just given
a bi-curious Trey a monumental blow-job when he started gushing over----who
else---Ryan.  It was all Trey could do to keep from beating fuck out of the
cock sucker for desiring his brother after he'd just sucked Trey's cock and
swallowed his load.  It was another affront.  He wasn't thinking with a
clear head when he tossed the picture to Chuck.  Now the other boy had a
part of the evidence.  Who knew what he might do with it?

At the last big game, the one with Brunswick High, Trey was yanked before
second half and replaced with Ryan.  Seething with anger Trey thought about
the envelope with all those pictures of gay Ryan deposited in his school
locker.  Unable to contain himself any longer he requested bathroom
privileges from Assistant Coach Washington and purposely made his way to
the locker room...




Chuck Bauer reveled in the one photo he had of dream stud Ryan Baldwin.  He
jerked off nightly in his bed gazing at the image of the handsome blond
athlete, jaws stretched wide around an impressive piece of man cock.  Chuck
fantasized it was his dick between the puffy pink lips of the super jock.
Oh, the things he wanted to do with Ryan!  Openly gay himself, and
respected none-the-less for his sexuality, basketball champion Chuck
desperately wanted Ryan dribbling on his court.  But Ryan appeared in
denial, his sexual orientation a secret.  It was up to Chuck to bring him
out, make him realize he could maintain his sports status and freely
explore his physicality---namely with Chuck.  As he sat on the bleachers
watching Ryan score yet another touchdown Chuck knew in his sweaty hands
was the now dog-eared evidence which could change the other boy's life....




Oliver Harris was also watching from the sidelines with Lucas at his side.
Oliver's eyes were glaring, angry slits in his pudgy face as he observed
the hunky Baldwin jock on the playing field.  Oliver had loved Ryan, truly
loved him.  He would have done everything, anything for him.  When a
distraught Lucas took him into his confidence and showed him all that
awesome video footage of Ryan fucking around with grown men, one of them
downright grungy, Oliver deluded himself into thinking he stood a chance.
With high hopes he took the plunge.  But Ryan, riddled with denial, angrily
and crudely rebuffed him.  The obese teen's world was shattered.  He'd been
unable to think, sleep and yes, even eat, since the brutal rejection.  For
all of his fifteen years he'd been ridiculed because of his weight and
actually convinced himself that if Ryan could overlook sloppy overweight
Jose, who he apparently loved to take a fucking from, he would also accept
Ollie.  Such was not the case.  Ryan had hurt him; he had to hurt back.

While the popular high school athlete walked the school halls with his arm
around Carrie Bauer's shapely waist and buddied it up with his jock friends
Oliver plotted to even the score.  It proved easy for him hacking into
Lucas' laptop and building his own Ryan library.  Over and over he watched
the footage, observed each new webcam session wishing it had been him there
with Ryan, and his lust for revenge mounted.  Carefully selecting screen
shots of one of Ryan's latest sessions with overly-hung and enticingly
aggressive Lombardo, Oliver printed copies.  On high-gloss professional
paper they appeared professional, like pictures from a porn magazine.
Securing them in an envelope he kept the damning package in his backpack,
ready at all times to deliver the crushing blow.  As he watched the game
the same backpack rested between his feet....




Under other circumstances Lombardo would have hated working on some rich
people's estate. He resented the wealthy, who had everything their money
could buy while he spent his life going from one menial job to another,
living day to day, sometimes unsure where his next meal would come from.  A
bit of larceny, although hardly the worst crime he'd ever committed, landed
him in prison for a time.  Keeping his nose clean (mostly) he earned an
early parole and lucked out on the conscience of Delia Baldwin in securing
a job.  He was smart enough to know it wasn't generosity; those rich folks
loved assuaging their own privilege-guilt by offering an occasional
hand-out to the lesser fortunate.

First day on the job he encountered young Ryan, instantly read the need in
his longing gaze, and knew he'd snared his "in."  The spoiled rich kid
wanted him, maybe had a fetish for slumming, and Lombardo accepted the
invitation.  He roughly fucked the rich teen over the hood of his father's
expensive car, a smirk of superiority etching his dark Sicilian features as
he pounded the boy's hole with his twelve-inch prong.  Ryan was like a
trout caught on his hook; he seemingly couldn't get enough of Lombardo.  By
day he played high school all-star with a bevy of nubile teen nymphs at his
calling; at night he was a power bottom for the treacherous ex-con,
sneaking down to his lower-level quarters after the rest of the family had
retired and receiving his fill of Lombardo's randy cock.

Unbeknownst to the athlete, Ryan was the catalyst for Lombardo's insidious
plan.  His intent was to destroy this affluent family from within, to
expose their base faults and watch the house of Baldwin crumble.  Lombardo
was already compiling a dossier to aid in his end game.  His one slip-up
was being discovered by Miles in his "office", an off-limits zone.  Miles
wasn't exactly certain what the sneaky ex-con was doing tooling around with
his printer and after a solid man-fuck didn't seem to care.  Lombardo
already had Ryan and the man of the house under his thumb, ready at any
time to crush them like helpless insects.  At the football game he secured
a third, Devyn, the most devilish and perverted of them all.  He'd been on
to the kid's "daddy game" for a while and only shown his hand when he
caught the kid under the bleachers with his latest conquest.  For
Lombardo's silence, and non-interference in his nefarious activities, Devyn
agreed to comply with the ex-con's every request.  And, to further his own
scheme, Lombardo made his first demand....





For all his cherubic appearance, Devyn was a wicked boy with deviant
interests.  His innocent wide blue eyes, long white-blond bangs and pink,
cupid lips masked the soul of a true degenerate.  From a young age Devyn
learned the power his healthy bloom held over many older men and their
subsequent subservience when he took charge.  For Devyn it wasn't so much
about the sex, it was the thrill of taking charge of these daddies and
influencing their sexual behavior.  He physically and verbally demoralized
them, pounded their hairy asses rough and raw and choked them with his
ever-ready boy cock.  The more brutal he was with them, the more they liked
it.  These men, most of them married with children of their own, couldn't
get enough of him.  Fathers, grandfathers, members of the school faculty
and administration all submitted to the rowdy antics of the eighth grader.
Devyn's latest toy was Coach Dwyer, his basketball advisor, who practically
groveled just to eat Dev's smooth young boy hole and blew the biggest loads
of his fifty-two years every time the teen punched his arm up his hairy,
greased hole.

Devyn had a true procession of cock suckers and butt lickers under the
bleachers at the football game that day.  It was a marathon of men slipping
away from their wives and families for a quick taste of the boy.  And then
Lombardo had come along to ruin it all, dragging him out into the open and
threatening his action.  The ex-con handyman had been enough of a nuisance
taking residence in the lower level of the mansion, making Devyn's returns
from his nocturnal assignations more difficult and forcing him to scale the
outside trellis instead.  Devyn was smart enough to know the jailbird had
him by the short curlies and reluctantly agreed to a truce.  He would do
Lombardo's bidding and Lombardo would stay out of his action.  As a show of
good faith he did as Lombardo requested that day but Devyn's devious mind
was already plotting ways to gain the upper hand.

It was on one of his late-night returns, a rendezvous with Anderson, the
manager of the Inn that Devyn observed his geeky brother, Lucas headed to
the can.  The older boy left his bedroom door unguarded and Devyn quickly
slipped in, just to see what the weirdo did in there.  Spying a cache of
flash drives near the laptop Devyn hastily confiscated one, assuming it
contained video games.  Little did he suspect that, prior to his bathroom
visit, Lucas had been perusing his hoard of sex films featuring Lombardo,
Miles and Ryan.....






A lone figure made his way into the home team's locker room.  Certain the
area was vacant he stealthily walked past rows of lockers and benches, the
open shower area, and stopped before the door to the Coach's office at the
far end.  Trying the door he found it locked, just as he'd expected.
Crouching low he placed the envelope he'd been carrying on the floor and,
after just a moment's hesitation, shoved it through the space below the
door.  Rising, he looked through the door's window and saw the manila
envelope face up dead center in the office, the words "Coach Kowalski"
etched in black sharpie on its surface.  All at once there came the sound
of someone entering the locker room from the field side.  Quickly the
intruder retraced his steps and rejoined the festivities, watching as Ryan
Baldwin helped bring the home team to a resounding win.







Jarek Kowalski had been on staff ever since he graduated from the nearby
Ivy League university, first as assistant and now head Coach.  Now pushing
forty, he'd held the job almost half his life.  A love for all sports,
combined with some major knee injuries which prevented him from competing
professionally, led to this occupation.  Year after year he developed a
special affinity for the cream of the crop, the best teen jocks whose
agility and determination reminded him of his younger years.  Kowalski
prided himself on his coaching skills and felt kinship with the young
athletes whose prowess on the field blossomed under his watch.

Marriage in his mid-twenties produced two daughters, much to Jarek's
disappointment.  While he still held affection for them he had hoped for a
son, his own boy, with whom to share his passion for team sports.  Even now
he daydreamed of training his boy on the field, shooting hoops on the
basketball court or tossing a ball at the park.  And bringing his son to
sit side by side with him at the stadium while they watched their favorite
team.  He supposed it was the reason he was so fatherly towards his
greatest students, the ones who showed promise for a future in athletics.
Over the years some had.  In fact, one was running back for a major
football franchise.

The son of a Polish immigrant Kowalski kept himself in shape with daily
runs on the outside track during free periods and pumped heavy iron in the
gymnasium's weight room.  He was no taller than 5'11" but sported a
big-boned, stocky body.  Just like his own father he'd gone bald on top
years ago and kept the sides buzzed closer to his scalp.  His features
weren't what anyone would call handsome, but he wasn't entirely
unattractive either.  Eyes of a pale, calming blue seemed out of place in
his ruggedly masculine face, now showing lines at the corners and deeply
etched across his broad forehead.  He had a thickset, squat nose, standard
issue lips and a heavy cleft in his chin.  Although he shaved every
evening, by mid-morning a day's growth of stubble shadowed Jarek's face.

Whether he refereed his classes through b-ball, baseball, football, soccer
or any other sport the real camaraderie began afterwards in the locker
room.  It was there, in this ultimate man-cave, that the boys really let
loose.  Some playful grab ass in the open shower area always led to raucous
towel slapping on taut, bare buns in the locker area.  Kowalski monitored
through the windows in his office, a nostalgic smirk on his face and forced
himself to remember that he was the teacher, lest he be tempted to join
them.  His eyes canvassed the lithe, muscular development of his younger
charges and, on occasion, found himself groping the mound developing in
front of his sweat pants.  In those brief minutes between one class
departing and another arriving he went into the empty locker room,
thoroughly enjoying the jock sweat smell which brought him instant
erection.

On occasion one of the errant boys would carelessly leave a damp jock strap
on the floor, bench or kicked to a corner.  With a thrill of exhilaration
Jarek would retrieve the garment and secret it away in a desk of his drawer
until certain of privacy when he could lean back, inhale the funky boy
aroma, suck on the moist pouch and jerk his adult cock while fantasizing
over which of the randy athletes it belonged to.

Last year's stand out athlete had been Trey Baldwin.  The good-looking
blond boy showed real promise and helped to increase the school's
nationwide standing on the football scene.  But between this year and last
something had changed in the Baldwin boy.  Kowalski recognized the
tell-tale signs of excess.  He certainly wasn't the first athlete to go off
the rails.  Kowalski believed in "tough love," just what he would have done
with his own son in similar circumstances.  Baldwin had been benched most
of the season thus far.  It troubled Kowalski to take such harsh steps.  He
really liked the kid; saw great potential in him.  And he could see the
disappointed teen, once he got over his initial anger, was really trying to
recoup.  But in the meantime his brother, Ryan, stepped onto the field and
shone like a true superstar.  The home team was winning like they hadn't in
years.  Attendance at their games was up and they seemed headed straight
for the championships.

And then, just yesterday, came the damaging information which could
effectively tarnish the school's reputation and the team's standing.  A
manila envelope lying on the floor of the office addressed to Kowalski
containing lurid photographs of the new star quarterback and an adult male
engaged in various sexual acts.  Jarek had been shocked and aroused all at
the same time.  Protocol called for him to present the envelope and its
contents to the School Principal.  The damning evidence had been placed
there for a reason---and certainly not a good one.  Jarek pondered the
donor's motivation throughout that entire evening and, in the end, decided
to handle the matter on his own.

He was seated at his desk, slouched comfortably in the swivel chair he'd
had for over ten years with his feet up on the desk, crossed at the ankles
when the knock came on the door.  Heart beating heavily in his chest, he
beckoned, "Come on in."  Ryan Baldwin, fresh from the playing field,
stepped into the room.

"Coach Washington said you wanted to see me, Coach Kowalski," he greeted
quizzically.  That period's gym class was engaged in a game of soccer out
in the back field on this crisp autumn day and Ryan showed the efforts of
challenging the opposing team.

"That's right, Baldwin.  Lock that door and have a seat," Kowalski
responded, motioning to the chair on the opposite side of the desk.

Ryan's brow furrowed but he nonetheless followed Coach's instructions.  The
boy sat down on the edge of the seat, strong forearms propped on his
muscular thighs as he leaned forward.  Kowalski sat more upright and pushed
the damnable envelope sitting on his desk toward the boy, then rested back
on his throne again.  "Go ahead," he said, nodding at the manila envelope,
"Take a look."

"Wh-what is it, Coach?"  Ryan asked, puzzled.

"Found it on my floor after last night's game.  Must have been slipped
under the door."  He motioned with a thick finger, "Open it.  See what's
inside."

A bad feeling churned in Ryan's gut but, as always, he followed his Coach's
instructions.  Grasping the envelope in one sweaty hand he noticed the
words COACH KOWALSKI etched dead center across the front of the envelope in
black ink.  Flipping the clasp he reached inside and withdrew the contents,
blue eyes flaring as his breath caught in his throat when he saw the
contents.  There were pictures.  Four of them.  Frameable glossies.  The
first caught him swiping his tongue around a flanged cockhead.  The second
had his lips pressed down into the recipient's pubic bush, leaving no doubt
the big cock was buried in his throat.  The third and fourth were fuck
shots, one with him down on all fours taking it like a dog, in the other he
was flat on his back, muscular legs pressed back at his sides.  Although
the adult man's face was never seen Ryan easily knew the fucker in the
photo set was his father.

Ryan's handsome face crimsoned.  He averted the Coach's eyes, searching for
a reasonable explanation for his tawdry actions.

"You realize what this could mean for the team, don't you, Baldwin?  Not to
mention the entire school, if this became public."  While the boy nervously
fidgeted, Kowalski calmly rested back in his cat bird's seat watching young
Ryan's reaction.

"No, Coach!  It can't get out!"

"Then we have to figure out who it was gave me this little present.  Let's
start with who took the pictures of your little fuck session."

Ryan blanched at Coach's obscene reference, glancing at the bigger man and
then looking back at the floor.  "I don't know who."

"Who the fuck else was in the room with you, boy?  Besides the guy fucking
your tight end?"

"Nobody.  Maybe somebody.  I mean, I don't know, Coach."  Ryan was becoming
increasingly frustrated.

"You don't fucking know?"  Kowalski slid his legs off the desk top and
rolled the chair closer to the desk, close to his charge.  "Are you trying
to tell me this isn't the first time?  That there's been so many times you
don't remember this one?"

Ryan swallowed hard.  "Not a lot.  Some."

"Have there been other men, other than this one?"  Kowalski acted harsh,
incredulous, even though he was enjoying making his star quarterback
squirm.

"Yes, sir," Ryan responded sheepishly.

"Do you even know who this man is?"

"Yes, sir."

"Who?"

Ryan shook his head.  "I can't tell you that, sir."

Kowalski sat back in his chair, a secret smile curling up one corner of his
mouth.  "That's alright, Baldwin.  I've got a pretty good idea who he is."

Ryan's head shot up to look at the man.  "You do?"

Kowalski waved a big hand at him.  "Doesn't matter who he is.  What matters
is the sneaky bastard who wanted me to see these pictures.  They want to
cause trouble.  For you.  For the team.  For the school."

"I-I'll quit the team!" Ryan exclaimed.

"You're not quitting anything, boy.  You're the best quarterback this
school's had in years.  Maybe even better than your brother."  Kowalski
kneaded his grizzled jaw.  "Hmmmm.  Your brother Trey.  He'd be the one
with something to gain if your secret got out, wouldn't he?"

Ryan shook his head.  "Trey doesn't know.  I mean, how could he?  He was
never there."

"Hidden cameras, boy."  Kowalski slapped a hand to the desktop, causing
Ryan to jump.  "Don't you watch tv?  These days with all this high tech
internet stuff there's no kind of privacy anymore.  Somebody's got you and
your man stud on candid camera."

Ryan gulped hard.  "What do I do now, Coach?"

"I never took you for a queer, Baldwin.  Are you queer?"

"No, sir!"  Ryan's eyes were large again.  "At least, I don't think so.  I
mean, I like girls and all.  It's just that, well, I dunno."

"You like havin' a dick up your ass?"  Coach's voice was accusatory, tough
and masculine.

"I dunno."  Ryan shrugged, feeling the weight of the world on his broad
shoulders.  "I guess not in the beginning.  But I had to!  So after a
while, yeah, I guess I kind of got to liking it."

"Had to?  What do you mean, you had to?"

"Oh, Coach!"  Ryan sighed heavily, throwing himself back into the chair.
"You don't know what it's like!  I get that feeling up in there, like
something crawling inside me and I've just got to do something about it or
it's gonna drive me crazy!  I've tried shoving all kinds of things up there
but it's real hard to reach.  The only thing that really takes care of it
is a big, fat cock."

Coach was speechless for a moment.  Suddenly the temperature in the room
had peaked.  "Are you talking about your prostate, Baldwin?"

Ryan clucked his tongue.  "No.  Jeez, if that was all it was I could take
care of that myself.  Its way up inside me, a place I can't even reach on
my own."

"And what---what does it do?"  Kowalski's thick brows were nearly bisecting
on his forehead as he frowned quizzically, suddenly realizing there was
more to the story than a teenager's overabundant hormones.

"It goes nuts!  I want to say it's an itch, but it's more than that.  It's
like something pulsing, gnawing inside me making me pop wood.  I get so
horny I can't stand it!  Jeez, it's happened on the field so many times and
there was nothing I could do about it 'til I got home.  It drives me nuts
having to wait.  I need a big dick right then and there to take care of it.
But I have to wait until I get home."

"Is there somebody at home takes care of it for you?" Coach asked slowly,
as he inconspicuously rubbed his growing crotch mound under the desk.

"I didn't say that!" Ryan answered, all too quickly.

Coach's eyes twinkled, almost knowingly.  "It's alright, Baldwin.  Doesn't
matter.  But, this man and the others, do they know about your particular
problem?"

Ryan shook his head.  "No, sir.  I never told anyone.  Until now."

"That's alright, boy," Coach replied, taking on a fatherly tone.  "Who else
can you confide in but your Coach, right?  Tell you what, why don't you let
me take a look?  Maybe between the two of us we can figure what's going on
with you."

"A-are you sure, Coach?"  Ryan's eyes were wide again.

"I'm sure.  Now drop those shorts and let's see what we've got."

Ryan checked out his surroundings uncertainly, noticing that the blinds on
both windows looking out into the locker room and showers had already been
suspiciously drawn.  With a hint of uncertainty he rose from the chair and
nervously slid the shiny athletic shorts from his hips.  By force of habit,
although unnecessary for this examination, he also pulled the sweatshirt
over his head and placed it on the vacated chair, standing now before Coach
Kowalski in only his jock strap and sneakers.

Coach rocked back in his chair, his twinkling eyes boldly appraising the
good looking boy.  Ryan stared glassy-eyed at the older man as Kowalski
took in the white-blond hair buzzed close---but not too close---to his
scalp, the smooth and sensitive features of his handsome face accentuated
by full rosy cheeks and plump pouty lips.  The kid's body showed an
admirable meaty musculature no sixteen year old should ever possess.  From
strong muscled shoulders and melon sized biceps, a muscle-padded chest,
well-defined obliques and prominent abdominal ridges down to thick thighs
and bunched calves Ryan could have stepped out of a teen muscle magazine.

Ryan's baby blues grew wider when Coach absently squeezed the crotch of his
sweats.  Ever since discovering the best relief for his "itch" Ryan had
been checking out the man when he disrobed in his office for a
between-class shower.  Furtive glances afforded him a view of Kowalski's
big blocky body, overly hairy chest and fat, heavy prick hanging between
his equally hairy thighs.  Ryan just knew that cock would be a real grower
that could easily reach that troublesome spot inside him.  Many times, when
a real one wasn't readily available and he was forced to resort to
cucumbers and zucchini, Ryan fantasized it was Coach nailing him.

Coach was rising from the chair and Ryan could tell his groin was much
fuller than usual.  Nodding to the desk he said, "Lean over there and let
me take a look, Baldwin."

Suddenly filled with nervous anticipation Ryan swallowed hard and replied,
"Yes, Coach."  He took the few steps over to the desk, cocked one leg up
onto the surface and leaned forward to rest on heavy forearms.  Coach
couldn't help his sharp intake of breath when he got a look at the boy's
back view, equally as impressive as the front.  Ryan's tapered back was
smooth and laden with youthful muscle with a packed ass that swelled
outward from his cinched waist.  It reared high and proud, smooth as a
baby, bodacious cheeks curving temptingly into a sinful cleft.

As Ryan watched from over his shoulder Coach came up on him, hesitated,
then laid big man's hands on his ass.  Kowalski stroked the muscular globes
of his firm, molded buttocks, thumbs tracing along the beguiling gash.  He
pried those lush cheeks apart revealing a deep cleft and the tiny pink
pucker dead center.

"You say it's inside, boy?" he managed, almost breathlessly.

"Yeah, Coach!"  Ryan responded, almost seductively.  "Way up inside."

"I'm gonna go in and see if I can find the trouble.  That okay with you,
Baldwin?"

"Sure, Coach!" Ryan replied, a bit enthusiastically. "I mean, do what you
have to do."

Coach wet his thick middle finger with saliva and brought the blunt tip to
the pink folds of skin. He teased the twitching anus, dropped another
dollop of spittle straight from his mouth onto the target, then
determinedly slid his digit inside.  Ryan's asshole quickly gobbled him up
right down to the second knuckle and seemed to be whorishly drawing on the
welcome intruder.  Coach twirled himself around in the clutching hole, then
began moving in and out, fucking his star quarterback with one, then two,
fingers.  He probed around inside searching for the boy's prostate and,
upon finding it, massaged the sensitive spot.  Ryan moaned and bucked back
against him, grinding his big ass on Coach's working hand.

"Is that it, Baldwin?  Is that what you've been feeling, boy?" Coach asked
hoarsely.

"No, Coach," Ryan sighed huskily.  "I told you, it's way up in me.  And, oh
shit, there it goes!  Fuck, I can feel it starting.  Oh, Coach, please help
me out!"

A carnal craving loomed in the married man.  "I'm going to have to get this
kid a lot slicker than this if I'm to do a deeper inspection," Coach
mumbled, almost to himself.  Holding Ryan's cakes apart Kowalski pressed
his grizzly face into the cleft of Ryan's muscle ass and lashed out at the
pretty pucker with his wet tongue.  Ryan's hunky, nearly nude body broke
out with goose bumps when he felt the man's firm tongue licking at his
asshole.  The "problem area" deep in his guts amped up and went into
overdrive, causing his teen dick to instantly harden in his jock and his
juicy nipples to pop out from their wide areola.  He ground his prize ass
back against Coach, groaning appreciatively as the Polish stud tongued his
quivering aperture.

The tight bud pulsed as Kowalski's tongue repeatedly fluttered over it,
gradually relaxed and slowly began to gape.  Coach laid volumes of saliva
on the sweaty pucker, now teasing it with just the tip of his unit and
causing the boy to moan with yearning.  Choosing his moment Kowalski waited
until the sweet pink petals throbbed open and then plunged his tongue into
its murky depths.  With his long, blunt tongue buried deep inside Ryan's
spasming asshole he began rapidly frigging it around, teasing and tasting
the boy's fuckhole.  Ryan's marble ass cakes powerfully gripped Coach's
late-day-whiskered cheeks, holding him in place as the man ate him out.
Kowalski lapped and licked, snorting while he worked, as Ryan's heated
muscle grabbed at his licker and attempted to draw him deeper inside.

Taking another look over one broad shoulder Ryan excitedly watched the
Coach at work.  His big hands were rubbing all over the spectacular
curvature of the big and powerful ass while he tongued the welcoming hole.
The lower portion of his face was buried in the grand valley running
between those twin mounds of perfection, but the bald pate of his head,
bridge of his thick nose, bushy brows and glassy eyes were visible to the
boy.  Kowalski ate like a pig, noisily and sloppily, those blue orbs
rolling up in their sockets as he tasted the funky tartness of his prize
jock's honey pot.  His agile tongue darted in and out, fucking the young
athlete with his mouth dick.  Finding the straps of the jock strap framing
the boy's spectacular spheres of muscle Kowalski pulled them outward, then
let them snap back against bare flesh.  Ryan winced and his hole bore down
on Coach's working tongue.  But Kowalski went on undeterred, ramming his
lapper into the teen's dripping, clutching hole.

Kowalski's adult prick was pounding a beat against its coverings.
Standing, Coach swiped the back of a hand across his wet mouth and pushed
himself out of his sweats.  Mopping his face and the back of his sweaty
neck with the school emblom T-shirt he tossed it carelessly to the side and
reached down to stroke his dick.  Ryan came up on one arm, still facing
away from Coach, but getting a good backward appraisal of him.  Coach was
hung!  Sure, he'd seen the hairy brute nude getting out of the shower many
times.  But never with a hard on.  Kowalski's formidable rod was thrust out
from a dense growth of crotch hair at least eight to nine inches.  The
shaft was thick with big angry veins standing out like blood worms along
its tough surface. The cap was big and bulbous, its deep fleshy lips
flaring apart and emitting excited dick drool.  A set of big loaded gonads
hung between his thighs, covered in their own array of manly hair.

Sexual heat rose to a fever pitch as Kowalski observed Ryan's delicate ass
lips quivering at the sight of his manhood.  The winning quarterback was as
excited about taking his cock up his whore ass as Jarek was at the thought
of fucking the muscle boy.  "Now we're gonna see if we can find that
trouble of yours," he said ominously, then began to advance on the teen.

"Wait, Coach!" Ryan shouted, scrambling around to come off the desk.
"First we've got to get it slicked up!"  With that, to Jarek's amazement,
the hunky teen hunkered down in front of him on muscular haunches and
gobbled the fat Polish sausage down to the prickly bush in two impressive
gulps.  Kowalski wobbled and staggered back a few steps on unsteady legs
but Ryan threw his strong arms around his Coach's hips and held on tight.
Coach was slack jawed, awestruck that the boy experienced no trouble taking
his cock down his throat.  Ryan was down there, handsome face buried in his
mossy bush tightening the muscles of his throat around the buried shaft.
Coach could feel the thick veins on his rod pulsing against the warm,
velvety wetness of Ryan's gullet.  The fucking kid was milking his cock for
all his worth!

Just when Kowalski began to fear the kid would suffocate on his beef Ryan
drew off it and set to work polishing the heavily leaking head.  Coach
groaned in delight as the boy washed his knob, lapping up all the heady
pre-cum with his slick tongue and smearing it around.  He then ran his
muscle up, down and around the entire shaft, painting it with warm spittle.
When all eight and one half inches were shining he gulped up the beefy
crown once again, licking, sucking and teasing the slit with the tip of his
working unit.

"Fuck, Baldwin," the Coach managed breathlessly, "you sure know how to suck
cock!"

Ryan hummed something unintelligible around the mouthful.  He sucked hotly
on Jarek's man rod, his mouth a sea of saliva and dick juice.  Taking the
dick to the back of his mouth, then sliding off, he began fucking it with
his face.  Jarek's large hands took the boy by the back of the head as he
bobbed back and forth on the engorged unit.  Ryan's hands roamed over his
Coach's hairy ass, feeling the muscles clench and unclench beneath his
fingers.  He moved to and fro, corkscrewing his head from side to side,
shoving the cock into one side of his cheek, then the other, getting the
huge dick from all angles.  When Coach least expected it he again swallowed
the hairy cock whole, allowing his chin to rest against the man's big
balls.  Coach's eyes bulged; he felt like the wind had gotten knocked out
of him.  And then Ryan was mouth fucking him once again.

All at once Ryan uncorked his face.  With spittle running from the corners
of his mouth and leaking from his chin and tiny tears escaping from the
corners of his baby blues, Ryan stroked the dripping fuckpole, admiring his
handiwork.  Innocently looking up at Coach, he said, "I think we're ready
now."

Coach snickered and shook his head in disbelief.  The sixteen year old was
a fully developed high school football player, a beast on the playing field
and yet there he was down between his Coach's legs anxious to get his tight
end fucked.  It was enough to send the man's horn dog instincts into
overdrive.  When he spoke his voice came out in a harsh, husky snarl.  "Get
up on that desk, Baldwin!"

Ryan didn't waste a moment springing up from his crouched position and
hopping onto the desk top.  Leaning back on his elbows he lifted his husky
legs and spread them wide, exposing his pert asshole to Kowalski's
lecherous eyes.  Coach lasciviously licked his chops and stroked his hairy
cock as he stared down at the hot, horny jock.  Stepping up close to the
blond athlete he took him by the hips, yanked his powerful butt to the edge
of the desk and pressed his dick against the kid's greasy hole.

Ryan looked almost frantic.  He was worrying his thick lower lip and
frowning in frustration.  "C'mon, Coach.  Fuck me.  I need it
soooooooooooooo bad!"

With a lust-filled growl Kowalski plunged his engorged cock head through
Ryan's twitching sphincter.  White hot pleasure seared through his burly
body as Ryan's hungry ass lips gripped his manhood and sucked him deeper
inside.  Anxious to accommodate Jarek lunged forward with all his might,
ramming all nine inches of thick, desperate meat into the boy's mushy guts.
Ryan's head snapped back and a look of pure rapture washed over his flushed
face.  His boy cunt was going wild on Kowalski's prick, heaving and
convulsing while his entire body undulated on the desktop.

"Oh, fuck yeah, Coach!  That's it!  Right there!  You got it!  Work it
right there!"

Coach wasn't quite sure exactly what he'd gotten, but the kid was hot as a
firecracker on the fourth of July and bucking like a real bronco against
his hairy groin.  Coach clamped both hands on the boy's heaving hips and
snapped his pelvis back and forth with a series of short, forceful thrusts,
working the depths of Ryan's ass with little rabbit-like strokes.  Ryan was
delirious with pleasure, clamping his lips around Kowalski's hairy root to
prevent it from withdrawing too far.  And then he felt it!  Somewhere way
up there.  A pimple, a bud, a button.  He wasn't sure how to describe it.
But he could feel it as the sensitive underside of his huge cock head
brushed over it again and again, making Ryan spasm frenetically with each
pass.  The kid was gnashing his pearly whites and pounding his fists
against the desktop, his big dick standing steely hard from his gyating
groin.  It took only one touch from Jarek's large paw to send jets of
creamy white boy juice blasting out across his rippled torso.

Ryan fell flat on his back, muscular chest rising and falling heavily from
the powerful orgasm.  With a depraved gleam in his blue eyes Kowalski
observed the boy basking in the glow of his release.  In the space of a few
short minutes he'd made his star quarterback cum.  Young ones were always
quick on the trigger.  But with this one there was something different.
The jock was right; there was something up in his hole giving him the fuck
itch.  Jarek wasn't precisely sure what it was, but he sure wasn't done
testing it.  Besides, one of the advantages of youth was the ability to
rebound quickly.  And Coach wasn't just a living prop to quell the jock's
affliction; he had yet to get his nut.

Flexing belly deep in the clutch of the pulsing asshole Kowalski eased back
until his big greasy cock head was wedged between Ryan's throbbing pussy
lips.  The way the kid's heavily muscled body skittered across the desk top
and the low aching moan issuing from his pouty lips as Jarek's inches
withdrew triggered a surge of sexual electricity through the bigger man.
With heart thumping madly in his hairy chest, Coach clenched his charcoaled
jaw and rammed his thick, fat cock rod with an incredible force.  Ryan's
eyes shot wide open.  A sense of fear caused hairs to prickle on his arms
and legs when he observed the savage look that had overtaken Coach's
features.  Jarek proceeded to pound his monstrous cock into the boy again
and again, battering his tender hole and knocking the wind out of Ryan.  He
lurched back and forth, big hairy balls slapping against the boy's
well-rounded glutes.  Rapture spiraled inside him as he fucked his star
quarterback into submission.

Ryan gasped and sighed contentedly each time the battering head dragged
over his inner trigger.  Helplessly he tossed around on the sweat-slippery
desk top while the Coach repeatedly battered his young jock hole.  Every
one of those hairs that grew up the last quarter of Kowalski's shaft
tickled the lips of his hungry hole, causing it to twitch at the tawdry
treatment.  Lombardo had really put him through the ringer at times but
Ryan didn't think he'd ever been fucked as forcefully as Coach was doing
now.  The man was a derailed fucking machine, using Ryan like a human sex
toy.  One look at his crazed eyes told that he'd gone to some wild place
where all that mattered was his supercharged cock and the tight, wet hole
it was bruising.

At first neither detected the sound of keys being turned in the lock, then
all at once the main door to Coach's office swung open and another presence
entered the room.  Shock registered on the visitor's face when he saw naked
Coach Kowalski fucking a muscle boy over his desk.  Panting heavily,
Kowalski paused his ass pounding to look over his shoulder at the
unanticipated company.

"Well, what the fuck you looking at?"  Annoyance registered in his winded
voice.

"Jeez, Coach, the boys just hit the locker room," the new man said with a
toss of his head to the bank of windows, now shielded by blinds.  "They're
showering up now.  Cripes, I could hear this one moaning behind the closed
door!"

"Then get over here and shove your cock in his mouth," Coach ordered,
returning his attention to Ryan, who had come up on his elbows to learn who
had discovered them.

It was Clayton Washington, the bi-racial Assistant Coach.  Only two years
out of college, Clay was a good-looking man who possessed the best assets
of his white mother and black father.  His skin tone was coffee and cream.
Cheekbones were lean, almost hollow like some runway model, but made more
masculine by a strong chin.  A carefully groomed goatee framed his sensual
lips, the bottom fatter than its mate.  He had a set of smoldering
chocolate-colored eyes framed by dark, sexy lashes and a classic nose, not
the flat, wide-nostril type generally associated with one side of his
racial makeup.  His dark, wiry hair was kept close-cropped, nearly to the
skin on the sides and back.

"Coach, are you trippin'?" he admonished.  "You could get fired, messing
around with a student."

"Therapeutic, Washington," Coach replied, beginning to pump the boy again.
"Strictly therapeutic.  This one's got a burr up his asshole needs to be
massaged.  Ain't that right, Baldwin?"

"Fuck yeah, Coach!" came the gushing reply from the fuck toy.

Clay came closer to the desk.  His eyes opened wide in astonishment when he
got his first good look at Coach's fuck partner.  In a high-pitched voice
he exclaimed, "Fuck, Coach!  That's Ryan Baldwin!  B-but he's the dopest
athlete this school's got!"

"Sports ain't all he's good at," Coach spat back while working his deeply
probing dick in and out of the boy's gasping asshole.  "Boy needs a man's
cock way up in his hole."

Washington's eyes were bugging as he watched Kowalski's thick, hairy cock
plunging in and out of the jock's hard-bodied ass.  It seemed inconceivable
that this husky boy, who he often observed performing miraculous feats on
the playing field, was stretched across Coach's desk taking a fuck from the
bigger man.  Clay hardly realized his own unit had risen until he found
himself digging his hand into the crotch of his sweats and fondling his
beef.

Ryan, seemingly oblivious to the Assistant Coach's presence, was
sex-moaning through an increasing series of sighs and groans, growing ever
louder as Coach pummeled his secret cockle, driving him towards another
orgasm.

"Damn you, Washington!  Feed him your dick before the whole fuckin' locker
room hears him!"  Coach commanded.

After only a moment of indecision Clay came around the opposite side of the
desk.  Facing Coach he dropped sweat pants and jock strap, releasing his
meat and potatoes.  While Washington's features spoke of mixed racial
lineage, below the waistline he was all brutha.  A thick, heavily veined
rod of black stud meat proudly rose up and out at ten glorious inches, a
huge bulbous knob atop and a large set of bull's balls hanging below.

"Nice dick, Washington!" the burly Coach complimented.  "Now shove it the
fuck down his throat and gag him 'cause I'm about to fuck hell out of him!"

Taking Baldwin by the sides of his smooth face Clay brought his head
dangling over the side of the desk, took his black beauty in hand and
pressed it down to the jock.  Ryan captured the throbbing shaft between his
lips and curled his tongue around the mauve colored head while he greedily
sucked on it.  Concentrating on the trigger of nerves on the underside of
the helmet, then burning the tip of his unit between the folds of the man's
piss slit he was soon rewarded with flavorful pre-cum.  Sighing huskily the
Assistant Coach pushed his fat prick forward, sliding it deeper into Ryan's
wet mouth.  The teen's head twisted and turned as he eagerly accommodated
the purplish monster, taking it to the back of his throat.  With his thick
cock pulsing heavily in the teen jock's wet, warm mouth Washington began
thrusting his hips back and forth, using the hunky quarterback's mouth like
a fuckhole.  Ryan expertly ran his tongue along the working dick, sucking
it back inside each time Clay pulled back.  Soon the man was smoothly
sailing in and out of the boy's maw, fucking Ryan's face like it was his
girlfriend's pussy.  And, ever the champion, Ryan took it all.

On the opposite side of the busy desk Kowalski was hammering his prick to
the hilt inside Ryan's boy twat.  With every ounce of his strength he
ravaged the sweet hole, pile-driving between the rounded mounds of
Baldwin's tight end.  His face had the look of sheer determination; his
lips, spread in a grimace, revealed tightly clenched teeth.  With each
gut-wrenching thrust he gave the teen every inch of his big, hard adult
cock, snarling his satisfaction upon hearing the moans he elicited from the
boy.  As he savagely sodomized the stellar athlete he fleetingly recalled
the time nearly twenty years ago when he'd had the boy's father.  Miles
Baldwin had been a freshmen at the same University; Kowalski was one year
away from earning his degree.  They were at the same party, both more than
a little high, and somehow or other ended up back at Baldwin's room.  They
were both sports-minded athletes, but that night it was Kowalski who scored
big.  It had only happened once, was almost forgotten until Trey, then
Ryan, Baldwin became his students.

High as he was he'd thrown Miles a rough fuck, a fuck he was sure had not
been forgotten.  It was the way he liked to fuck his men, the way he
couldn't with his girl friends back then or his wife now.  It was the way
he was fucking young Baldwin now.  His heavy cock coursed in and out of
Ryan's jock hole, ramming ball's deep each time.  He fucked deeply into
that ass, lurching in and out, further titillated by that peanut way up
inside.  Deep satisfaction curled one corner of his lips watching the
muscle-bound jock shudder each time he batted against the zone.

Kowalski's beefsteak relentlessly surged through Ryan's quivering,
clenching ass guts at the same time the boy's tonsils were being assaulted
by Washington's flavorful prick.  Each time Coach tickled his itch Ryan
went overzealous on the cock ravaging his mouth, slurping and sucking at it
with wild abandon.  As his body writhed and his hard cock shot out another
fountain of cum Ryan shocked the ethnic man by swallowing his entire length
down his throat.  With his nose burrowed in the man's fragrant pubes Ryan
massaged it with the muscles in his larynx.  Clay's eyes rolled up in his
skull, his mind and body dazzled by the sinful things the cock whore
quarterback was doing to him.  Ryan rooted around in his black, crinkly
bush longer than Washington would have thought possible before uncorking
his throat.  Sexed up beyond control, Clay took the handsome teen by the
sides of his face and proceeded to deep-throat fuck him.  He began slowly
and steadily but was soon matching Kowalski's pace.  Big ethnic cock roared
in and out of the young man's throat, hefty balls slapping noisily against
his face and threatening to blacken his eyes.  Ryan took it all with
youthful enthusiasm, seemingly undeterred by the two lusty men ravaging him
from both ends.

Coach pillaged Ryan's hot hole with his chunky cock meat, mercilessly
pounding it deep inside his guts.  The rough, brutal Polish man heaved
himself into the young athlete, humping his hips harder and faster while
his glazed eyes fixed on Washington's huge black dong pumping the kid's
face hole.  He could actually see the form of the big cock gliding its way
through Ryan's bulging throat.  Without missing a fuck beat he slapped his
great hands against the kid's heaving pecs and pinched the painfully erect
nipples, making Ryan's body strain with increased vigor.  He took the
teen's smooth, pretty dick with his big paw and pumped it hard and fast.
Ryan had come twice already but Coach was certain his star player was good
for a few more ball blasting loads.

As his breathing grew increasingly labored and blood throbbed through
bulging arteries Jarek's manly body suddenly tensed, then convulsed.  With
a loud groan of ecstasy (which must have intrigued the boys in the locker
room) the Coach squeezed his eyes tightly shut and grimaced as hot waves of
cum exploded from his prick and coated Ryan's insides.  Ryan's fuck tunnel
showed him love, clutching, squeezing and caressing as he milked every bit
of sex sauce from the brawler's raunchy rod.  While his cock still pulsed
and throbbed inside the young superstar Jarek struggled to regain his
breath.  He couldn't recall the last time he'd had such a shattering
climax!

Finally composing himself Coach hoarsely told his assistant, "Get over here
and try the best piece of ass you'll ever have."  Washington had watched
wide eyed and slack jawed as the older man orgasmed in the boy, fearful
from his actions that the older man was having a seizure.  Now he dislodged
from Ryan's suck hole and came around the desk, huge dripping boner leading
the way.  Coach tried to pull out but Ryan selfishly clung onto him,
creating a suction that worked against Kowalski's exit.

"Let go, boy," Coach ordered.  "Don't you worry.  Washington's going to
help take care of your little problem next."  Instruction from the Coach
worked.  Ryan relaxed and Kowalski popped his unit from between the puffy
pink ass lips, stepping aside to allow Washington to take his place.  While
the handsome biracial man introduced his dong to Ryan's gaping hole Coach
went around to the other side, pulled the boy's head back over the desk
again and gruffly said, "Clean me up, Baldwin."  Ryan began licking Jarek's
sex pole from tip to root, tasting a heady combination of the man's spent
semen and his own ass juices.

Clay sunk his dark truncheon well up into the hot, tight asshole, sloshing
around in Coach's slick, warm spooge.  Ryan practically sizzled with the
huge knob buried deep inside him and the thick undercarriage of the massive
fuck rod pulsing against that super-sensitive spot inside him.  The
Assistant Coach's prick was a mere few inches shy of Lombardo's foot long,
but satisfyingly reached the toe-curling zone.  Washington merely stood
there, cock up to the balls in the muscular athlete's churning guts as they
massaged his massive prick with a series of undulating contractions.
Fighting back against the hot suction of Ryan's hole Clay pulled from the
steamy pit, challenging the pink ring which held on to him tightly.  It was
as if the jock whore was desperate to keep him lodged up there.

Washington yanked his big prick free of the vacuum, his eyes lecherously
watching the brawny boy's hole yawn and pulse, oozing Kowalski's copious,
load, seemingly beckoning a return engagement.  Clay allowed the quivering
lips to suck his purplish head back in, then slammed his hips forward,
crashing into the boy-stud's slippery cunt.  Growling huskily, lust
spiraling throughout him, Washington began plunging his big hard cock in
and out of the grasping fuck hole, tearing through Ryan's clutching inner
walls and really battering his cum-drenched ass.  His own recklessness
excited Washington, who had never before fucked with such wild abandon.
And young Ryan failed to even protest; the fucking jock loved getting
royally reamed.  His man-eating asshole seemed to beg for an aggressive
pounding.

While the Assistant Coach plunged-fucked him deeply with his huge black
shaft Ryan was eating the Head Coach's stud prick.  Kowalski was hard as
he'd ever been, even after his ball-busting cum, and feeding the boy every
bit of his hairy tool.  Ryan slobbered over the thick fuck tool expanding
his throat while his hands groped the hairy thighs of the older man.  He
was momentarily disappointed, looking like a boy who's had his favorite toy
taken away, when Coach pulled free of his sinful mouth.  Turning his back
on the muscle boy Jarek spread his wooly ass cheeks, bent over at the waist
and pushed his butt to Ryan's dangling face.

"Eat that man hole, Baldwin!" he ordered.  Ryan dove right in.  While Coach
fisted his hairy cock Ryan spit-shined his greasy crack and tongued his
knotted bud.  Young Ryan seized the opportunity when Kowalski's pulsing
hole finally gaped for him, spearing his tongue into the funky pink
orifice.  Coach reached back and grabbed his hairy buttocks, holding them
wide open for the ass-munching athlete.  Ryan lewdly flicked his tongue
around in the older man's convulsing shit-chute, relishing the tart manly
flavor of Coach's cunt.  One long continuous moan came from the Coach, who
sat back even further on Ryan's handsome face, virtually covering the lad
in ass.  Ryan wallowed in Coach's butt, really eating out that nasty hole
while double-handed jacking his teen meat.

And then Ryan was cumming again, panting heavily into Kowalski's asshole
while he rollicked through his third orgasm.  Hot teen jism spurted from
his beautiful cock, pooling in the crevices of his superb abdominal
definition.  At the same time his boy-pussy went crazy on Washington's
adult dick, clutching, squeezing and reverberating against the pistoning
meat.  With a strained cry the biracial stud drove his meat way up into
Ryan and erupted.  Steamy mangoo shot over and again inside Ryan's rolling
guts.  His own orgasmic contractions caused his insides to milk the cream
out of the throbbing cock, comingling it all with Coach's earlier load and
squelching the fire inside.  Washington was slack-jawed, amazed at the
dexterity exhibited by the husky quarterback.  The boy kept squeezing on
his still-hard black meat, as if coaxing up another load.

Rasping in short, quick breaths Jarek lifted his ass off Ryan's face,
quickly turned to plunge his meat into the boy's mouth and pumped out
another load of hot Coach juice.  Ryan took it all, not losing a precious
drop.  Running his tongue over and around the spurting head, he swallowed
jet after jet of tasty man seed, sucking on the hairy rod even after Coach
was spent.

Smacking his lips when Coach finally pulled free he sat up on the desk,
non-chalantly scooping up trails of his own load and licking it from his
fingers.  "Thanks Coach, Assistant Coach.  I really needed that!"

Washington, who had stumbled over to a chair while he caught his breath,
looked at the boy in amazement.  Up until a few minutes ago he would never
have taken husky Ryan Baldwin for a butch bottom boy!  He'd just fucked and
seeded the muscular all-star athlete.  And it was probably the best fuck of
his life.

"What the fuck are you looking at, Washington?" Coach snarled.  "Get out
there and check on those young ruffians!"

Washington jumped at the Coach's orders, quickly collecting and donning his
clothing and slipping out of the office, hoping none of the students would
notice the semi-erection tenting the front of his sweats.

Still breathing heavily, Coach moved over to flick on the switch
illuminating the private bath and shower.  Scratching his hairy balls he
said, "Don't you fret over those pictures, boy.  I'll get to the bottom of
that.  Meantime, we're gonna find out what's going on up there that makes
you all hot and horny.  Now get over here and shower up."  Ryan bounced off
the desk and past Coach, who playfully swatted his big, beautiful ass as he
passed.

Once he heard the water running Coach returned to his desk, pulled his cell
phone from a drawer and searched his contacts.  On the third ring the phone
was answered.  Leaning back in his chair and stroking his meat back to life
he said, "Hey, doc.  Kowalski here.  Listen, I've got a boy I want you to
check out.  That's right, one of my athletes.  I think you'll be interested
in his problem.  When's that?  Okay, doc, I'll see that he gets there."

Clicking off the phone with a smirk on his face Kowalski hefted himself
from the chair and headed for the showers, his Polish cock at full mast and
ready for another exploration.