Date: Sat, 31 Oct 2015 17:33:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: My Go-To Guys Double Down

I've been writing dirty stories on my Tumblr – a4f101.tumblr.com –
for a while now, and I'm sharing them here with you too. There's more on my
Tumblr – more stories, from me and my likeminded buds – so come check
it out.  You can see this story, and the pic that inspired it, here:
http://a4f101.tumblr.com/post/110576054254/

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Mario and Robbie were my go-to guys. Absolute powerhouses, big and ripped,
especially for their age, absolute killers on the field, the guys the rest
of my team looked up to most. Born leaders. Good kids. Destined for big
things. Their teammates jokingly called them the Twins, even though Mario
was a year older, but they were built damn near identically, and looked so
similar that they could have passed for twins, absolutely. I'd met their
Dad, was pretty good friends with the guy, and his boys took after him very
strongly - in looks, in build, in intellect, and most definitely in cock
size.

These after-hours training sessions with them were my favorite
thing. They'd approached me last year, looking to ramp up their training,
maximize their effectiveness on the field. Most kids will do just what you
tell them to, bitch about it, even if they love the work, love what it's
doing for their big young bods. Eh, teenagers - goes with the
territory. But every so often, you get a student who's looking to go above
and beyond, a young man with a plan, motivation, and the drive to make
himself the best he can be. A special kind of student. And lucky me, I had
two of them, and they were even more special than I originally thought.

"Good job today, men," I said, and the big, pleased, proud grins they gave
me, the way they puffed up their big, hard-muscled teen chests, made me
grin right back.

These one-on-one sessions - or one-on-two, I guess - gave me time for more
personal feedback, tailored instruction, extra dedication to their needs as
young men and athletes, to repay the dedication these boys gave me. I knew
they were getting plenty at home, but Bob Salvatore had given me the
personal go-ahead to give them everything they needed. We understood each
other real well on that score, and working together, the big guys
absolutely thrived.

Mario slung his arm around Robbie's thick young neck, rubbing his thick
sweaty hair with affectionate playfulness. Seeing them so tight, so happy
to work together, reminded me very strongly of how good it could be growing
up with close, friendly, supportive brothers. And seeing these guys lean
in, big muscled torsos gleaming with sweat, and softly kiss in front of me
brought back even better, stronger memories of brotherly times.

Mario's big hands ran up his little brother's lats, murmuring
appreciatively as the 16-year-old stud flexed up for him. Stroking those
big, fresh-pumped muscles, squeezing them, leaning in to kiss them, lick up
the sweat that rolled slow and steady over that prime young
jockflesh. Robbie's hungry moan as his brother came in to kiss him with
sweat-tasting lips and tongue made my big coach cock leak in my jock. This
bond between them was what had ultimately convinced me to take them on for
special extra training, watching the hot, hunky young jock brothers kiss
and explore each other with clearly practiced ease and intimacy, while
their father and I watched them, that first long, intense evening in the
gym.

Robbie tugged at Mario's severely tented mesh practice shorts now, yanking
them down over his big, round, muscled big bro ass, down his thick thighs,
all manly with fur and thick, powerful muscles. The kid was a beast on the
squat rack, and it paid off not just on the field, but in the feel of those
big, man-sized jockboy glutes in your hands as you parted them to explore
his lightly furred crevice. And of course, Robbie was no lightweight
himself, his own big, strong rump and thighs just as exciting to touch,
taste, explore. The kid loved to get in a punishing lower body workout,
then have me and his big brother lick, kiss, explore his marble-carved
quads, calves, thighs and glutes with our hands and tongues while he flexed
up for us.

Now they were both down to sweat-soaked jocks, embracing tight, moaning
lustily as they explored each other's mouths with those thick, talented
brother tongues of theirs, hard-bulged pouches crammed with big teen jock
cocks, hunching slowly, deeply together, as each brother squeezed and
explored his brother's fine muscled ass. I stepped in close, seeing their
big, easy, horny, welcoming grins as they each slipped an arm around me and
fondled my bigger, older man's body. I growled with pleasure, pulling them
in close to kiss each one in turn, sliding my thick, experienced tongue
into each young mouth in turn, and then bringing both in tight for a
three-way kiss.

These boys had made many of my most heated, secret fantasies come true -
watching them kiss passionately as I took turns dicking each of their big,
hard, round asses in my bed was just one of the many memories seared on my
brain from the past year or so - and I would do just about anything for
them. Hell, the hot little fucks were very into the idea of sharing me,
particularly sharing my furry, muscled ass and hole together. We'd worked
on it, training and loosening and stretching my hole. I wasn't afraid to
turn my ass up for them, had done it countless times already. Bob Salvatore
just couldn't take both their big, thick young cocks together, they'd
tried, but I'd been fucking since I was 14, nearly two decades now, and I
knew a trick or two. Three horny older jock brothers had a way of teaching
you all kinds of new things about your body and your capacity to go to the
next level.

I rubbed my big hands up and down the thick, sweat-slicked muscles of their
backs as they kissed again, barely an inch from my lips. I never got tired
of this, but it was time for something else. Something more. A reward for
all their hard work and dedication. I reached down to cup their perfect
jock tails in each hand, pushing their crotches together again. Another
simmering, sloppy kiss between us all. They grinned at me with adoration,
jockboy love for their big young coach, eyes sparkling expectantly, their
own hands roaming up and down my own shirtless muscled torso.

"Let's hit the showers, boys," I smiled. "I think it's time you got Coach
soaped up real good, nice and loose. Time to step it up to the next level,
what do you say?"

The boyishly excited look they shot each other was swiftly followed with a
searingly hot, intense, sexual smolder they shot me as they leaned in to
kiss me, hard and hungry and dripping with spit and sweat. Big, hungry,
motivated, talented boys. It was time to see more of how they worked
together, time to give my hole up to a shared brothers experience. Time to
take teamwork to the next level, with my best, most favorite young studs.