Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2001 12:47:16 -0800
From: Marlyn Lewis <gymhunk@email.msn.com>
Subject: Black and White, Chapter 11.
All disclaimers apply!
BLACK AND WHITE
Chapter 11--The Team Party
Friday finally arrived. I couldn't tell who was more
apprehensive about sexually taking on part of a professional
football team--Dave or me. We were both dressed and ready to go by
7:00 p.m., a whole hour early. Robert had said it was casual, so
Dave had put on his running shorts and a tank top. They didn't
cover much. I think that was the effect he was looking for.
I decided to wear bicycle pants without underwear and a t-shirt.
That combination was almost as revealing as Dave's, but he
had so much more to show off. Bigger cock, more muscular ass and
thighs, and broader, more massive chest. He could easily have been
one of the players, if it hadn't been for the touch of grey at his
temples. He was a stud on the prowl and looked like he could take
on the whole team.
As we were wondering what to do for the next hour before we
left, Larry called with details of how Wednesday night went. I
answered the phone and got Dave on the extension in the kitchen.
"They fucked me, and fucked me! It was wonderful. Especially
Roger and Ray. They kept taking turns. Jim sucked my cock until
I came twice. Then it was a dog pile with me fucking Jim, Roger up
my ass and Ray up his ass. I don't know who enjoyed it the most.
Dave, your cousin is a wild man when he's fucking! And with Ray up
his ass, he really buried his cock up my ass. What a night!"
"Sounds like it," I ventured. "What time did the party break
up?"
"Must have been about 2:00 a.m. when Jim and Roger left. Jim
has a great ass for eating. That furry butt of his just begs to be
licked and fucked. No wonder he's such a great bottom for Roger's
huge cock. And those big balls of Roger's. They slammed against
my hole so much, I must have abrasions on my perineum."
"How did Ray do with that super-thick cock of his?" Dave
asked.
"No problems there. He always had a waiting hole ready to
accept that ass stretcher. Jim especially liked it when Ray was
sucking on my cock. But I think Jim liked eating Roger's ass more
than anything. They sure do make a good couple. I thought Roger's
thick, long cock was almost too much to handle. It reminded me a
lot of getting fucked by you, Dave. You sure are cousins!"
"Was Jim the only one who was fucked by you, Larry?" I asked.
"Yep. Jim and I were the bottoms most of the night. And
there wasn't a whisper of complaint from either of us or from Roger
or Ray, for that matter. It was wild! We'll be doing it again
tomorrow night. It seems we have become quite a foursome. You
guys interested in joining us?"
"Thanks for the invitation. We may take you up on it later,"
Dave said graciously. "We have other plans for this weekend, but
keep us in mind for the future."
"Yeah, thanks, Larry," I added.
"I won't ask who you're doing tonight. I'm afraid I might
whimper in front of you. But, you'll let me know some of the
details later, won't you?" Larry asked plaintively.
"Sure thing, Cousin. Greetings to the guys for tomorrow
night," I added.
"And tell Roger that I told him it could get this good," Dave
said. "He'll understand."
"Shall do. Talk to you guys later, then. Bye."
"Bye." All parties hung up.
"Feels like we're missing something. I wouldn't mind feeling
Cousin Roger's big balls slap against my ass, either. He sure is
hung big," Dave said with some regret. "But, there'll be other
times."
"Yeah. Other times. I still want to work Jim over, again.
Eating out your cousin again, and then getting fucked by him would
be okay, too."
"Wait your turn!"
"I think there's enough to go around."
"I'm sure there is," Dave said looking at the clock. "Time to
go. Still anxious?"
"About like you. These guys are huge and could get a little
out of control when having sex. Just a little worried. I'm sure
it's nothing."
"Yeah. You're probably right. Let's get outta here."
We drove over to the coach's house as Robert had instructed
us. As we approached the door, we noticed that there were a lot of
cars in front of the house. It looked to be the makings of an
orgy. Dave squeezed my hand as I rang the buzzer.
"Rescue me if I need it?" Dave asked.
"And you do the same for me, okay?"
"Sure. Anything for you, Babe."
The door was answered by a good-looking man in his mid-30's.
He must have been the coach that Robert talked about. He was about
6'3" tall, weighed about 230 and looked to have a solid build. He
was bare-chested, showing off an incredible hair pattern that
begged to be licked. I hoped to be able to do that later. He wore
cut-off sweat pants that were several sizes too small for him.
They were so tight, you could almost count the number of hairs in
his crotch. The thick tube hanging to one side was leaking precum.
Seems the festivities had already begun.
"Hi! You must be Mike and Dave. I'm Coach Bradley, but you
should call me Chuck. Even some of the players do off the field."
He extended his hand first to Dave and then to me after Dave had
shaken it.
"I'm Dave. This is Mike," Dave said as he took the coach's
hand.
"You play football, Dave? You sure have the build for it."
"A little college ball. Never any good at it, so I switched
to track and field--javelin."
"And you, Mike?"
"Track and field, too. I was a hurdler, and not very good at
it. Decided I'd do better in the classroom."
"Good for you. You can only be an athlete so long and then
you need a real career, unless you get into coaching. It's gotten
so competitive that I never suggest it as a career for any of my
men. Come on in, guys. Meet the rest of the team that was invited
to this little party of mine."
We followed Chuck into the living room. His muscular, big ass
swayed in front of us. I glanced over at Dave who was openly
admiring it. He looked over at me and mouthed, "Nice ass!" This
could be the coach who was servicing the players. He sure had the
ass for it.
"I believe you already know Robert and his friend Gary," Chuck
was saying as he turned again. "The men on the sofa are Len, Bob,
and Ron. They can tell you the positions they play, later. Dave
and Mike, guys," he nodded in our direction. "Over here is James,
Ed, John, and Will. Dave and Mike, our guests."
"Don't worry about names, here. If you get involved on a more
personal level, you'll find out again," the coach said
reassuringly. "And this is the defensive backfield coach, Randy."
Dave and I turned and were met by a black mountain. He
probably stood 6'8" tall and weighed close to 280 pounds. I doubt
if there were an ounce of fat on him. He was completely naked.
His granite thighs framed a deadly looking black adder of a cock.
It rivalled Dave's flaccid. He extended his meaty paw and engulfed
my large hand and then Dave's.
"Glad you could make it. Get comfortable, please," he added.
"You're much too restricted in those tight clothes. Same goes for
the rest of you men," he said in a louder voice. "You've seen it
all in the showers, so don't be bashful. Strip!" He turned and
walked over to one of the linemen that he seemed to have a special
interest in. The coach's ass was like two large, moving chunks of
obsidian.
"Fuck! Would you look at that tail?" I gasped in a whisper to
Dave. "Now I'm not sure which coach is the one who services the
players."
The three black players on the sofa stood and stripped. One
of them looked like an end, light and fast. One guy was beefy like
a lineman and the third was built like a fullback. I wasn't sure
which name to attach to which player. As the three players stepped
out of their clothes, Dave and I did the same.
We gazed at each other lustfully. The end was eyeing both of
us. The fullback wanted me and the lineman wanted Dave. All three
were stroking their cocks into full erection. Although they were
all about the same height (about 6'4"), their weight varied by a
good 75 pounds. The end couldn't have weighed over 200. The
fullback and lineman were much heavier at 230 and 275.
The end's physique was that of a runner, but his cock and
balls must have caused some trouble. His nuts were the size of
black tennis balls and his rod was about 9" long. The fullback had
a major weapon he was stoking. It was very thick, about like
Dave's and nearly as long, with a nice curve to it. It reminded me
a lot of Dave's cousin, Roger. The lineman's rod was about 8" long
and slender. The way he was eyeing Dave's now fully erect 11"
butt-fucker, it was clear he wanted to be fucked by that ass-wrecker.
They all started for us in unison and introduced themselves
singly this time. I'd guessed right. Len was the end, Bob the
fullback, and Ron the lineman. Len was the first one to get down
to the reason we were there.
"So, what're you guys into?" he asked.
"Mostly vanilla sex, if I may use that phrase," I answered.
That evoked a laugh from all of us.
"Good! We don't go for the kinky stuff, either. Just regular
fucking and sucking," Bob assured us.
"And it can't be very vanilla with this mountain of chocolate
you have standing next to you," Len said to me, but staring at
Dave's cock.
Dave and I breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
"When does this party get started," Dave asked. "I haven't
seen Coach Randy in a while. What happened to him?"
"Probably getting rimmed and fucked by John. Major cock. I
think you'll like him. Wanna watch them for a while. They don't
mind an audience," Ron said looking straight at Dave's jerking
monster meat.
"Sure. Why not. Where are they?" Dave asked.
"Can anyone watch?" I asked as Bob, the fullback, sank to his
knees and sucked my cock clear to the balls in one motion. "Shit!
What a throat!"
"Leave him alone for a few more seconds, Bob," said Ron.
"They wanna see Coach Randy get fucked by Big John. Cut him some
slack!"
Bob was obedient, but still clung to my throbbing dick with
one hand. "This way," he intoned.
We walked toward the back of the house into the family room.
Others followed and checked us out.
"Jesus!" said one of the white guys from the other group.
"Did you see the cock on that guy?" he said pointing to Dave. "I
see Ron's already staked his claim. Hope the guy has good
recovery. I want some of that!"
When we got to the family room, the furniture was already
against the wall and pillows were scattered around the room. Coach
Randy was on all fours and one of the big linemen was fucking his
ass hard and deep. Randy's muscular ass was being held open by the
hands of another black guy who was getting sucked by Randy. The
fucker would pull out almost to the tip and then slam in again.
The white guy doing it was hung about as big as me, but it had a
wicked upward curve on it that forced him to almost lay on the
coach's back to get the right angle for prostate rubbing.
Within a few more stokes, he was on the coach's back and
ramming his cock straight down into the coach's well-fucked hole.
He was sure to strike the coach's prostate with every penetration
and withdrawal. The coach's dong was swaying with each thrust into
him. The precum was dripping toward the floor like a spider's web
filament. It had to be at least as long as Dave's and probably
longer. It certainly was thicker. Someone's ass was going to be
royally ripped by that ebony poker.
The fucker was down to the short strokes now. His forehead
was a mass of sweat as he pounded the coach's asshole. The cock in
the coach's mouth was a thick, straight one about 8" long. He too
was sweating. He was going to cum soon by the glaze in his eyes.
Sure enough, he started to bellow like a bull in heat. Cum dripped
from the coach's slack mouth as the coach was enjoying the raping
of his ass.
The guy on top stopped and pulled his cock out of the coach's
ass, took off the condom and started to jerk himself off. The
coach whirled around just in time to get a mouth full of lineman
cum. His lips stretched wide to take each shot from about 6" away.
The audience applauded. The former fucker moved forward and sank
his cock into the coach's mouth. The coach obligingly engulfed the
still cumming cock with his thick lips and sucked him dry.
"Quite a show," observed Ron. "Now, watch this."
He quickly put a condom on Dave's cock, greased it up, and
backed on to it. Dave assisted by pointing his cock in the right
direction and shoved. Ron bellowed in pain, but wasn't to be
deterred. He continued to push back against Dave until all of
Dave's cock had disappeared up the broad ass of the lineman. "Now,
FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME!!!!" Ron ordered.
Dave was only too happy to oblige and he rammed him over and
over again. First deeply and then only the first few inches to
ravage his prostate.
Meanwhile, Bob had once again engulfed my cock and was balls
deep. His throat massaged it expertly. The pressure in my balls
started to build. I didn't want to cum, yet. Len, the end, moved
underneath me and backed up on Bob's 10+ inches of condomed cock.
He was being fucked just the way he liked it--doggie style. Bob
was soon growling. His climax was getting closer and closer. My
climax couldn't be held back either. Bob's throat was too expert
for me to hold off.
"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna CUM!!" I roared to Bob. He pulled
back just enough to release my cock from his throat prison and
opened his mouth as I pulled out. I shot volley after volley of
hot cum into his mouth. He swallowed once and then again. The
second time seemed almost automatic as I sensed a change in his
composure. He, too, was hitting his climax, but in Len's slim ass.
Len was bucking into Bob, trying to milk out as much of Bob's cum
as he could. Len wasn't about to let go of that big fucker and let
the rest of the room watch Bob's thick cock cum on his back. He
wanted all of it up his ass, even if Bob's cock did have a condom
on it.
Dave and Ron were still going at it. Ron was bent over in
front of Dave and Dave's hands were on Ron's broad shoulders
pulling Ron into each thrust of his magnificent 11". The pace had
picked up considerably when I yelled out my climax which was
followed by Bob's grunts.
Dave was on the short strokes, ravaging Ron's prostate. The
heavy fucking was taking its toll on Dave. He was very close to
climaxing. Only a few more strokes and he'd be there. I
disconnected from Bob's mouth and moved over to Dave. My mouth
found the target I loved to tongue and drove my wiggling tongue up
Dave's asshole. He sighed heavily and bucked hard into Ron. That
nearly broke his cum dam. As the invited guest, Dave knew he was
supposed to cum outside of Ron's great ass. He withdrew with a
plop and pulled off the condom. Only three quick lunges across
Ron's back and Dave's pecker started to explode its load.
"Fucking stud! TAKE MY CREAM!!" Dave shouted. He rammed and
rammed his jerking cock up the crevice of Ron's ass and on to his
back. Ron was loving it. The ease with which he had taken Dave,
I had to wonder if Coach Randy wasn't fucking Ron on the side every
day.
Applause erupted everywhere in the room as Dave's first shot
hit Ron squarely in the back of the head. His second cannonade
shot over Ron's back and head, landing on the chest of another
black guy. The unwitting target scooped it up with two fingers and
tasted it. A big grin evoked sustained laughter from the crowd.
Dave and I were sated for the moment. We decided to tour the
house and see what else we could find. As we walked past one of
the bedrooms, we caught sight of Robert and Gary getting it on with
Coach Chuck and another white guy. Chuck was being pounded in the
ass by Robert's 10" and Gary was sticking it to the other willing
participant. They were doing the same thing that we had shown them
as special guests. A good 69 for two men and two exposed asses for
fucking for two more men.
Robert was the first to see us and motioned us in. Gary
looked up and smiled. "Wanna eat my ass again?" he asked us. Dave
and I readily agreed and I took on Gary's beautifully big, black
ass. Dave was tongue drilling Robert Stocker's equally big, white
ass. Both of our tongued victims were close to their climaxes
already. The work we were performing on their assholes drove them
wild.
Robert was fucking his white partner with short strokes,
trying to keep Dave's tongue up his ass and ravage the prostate of
his victim. Gary noticed what Robert was doing and repeated it.
That gave me great access and little extraneous motion to deal
with. I pulled Gary's muscular melons apart farther and drilled
deeply.
One of the participants underneath let go with his first wad
of cum. From the look on Robert's face, I guessed it was his
partner. Robert was holding on tight to his fuckee. Dave tongued
his asshole like a cat and pushed Robert into heavy cum jets. He
raced his cock all the way into his partner and held on tightly.
His ass clenched shut as he filled the condom sheathing of his
jerking cock. Dave pulled away, but dove again for the swinging
nuts under Robert's jerking dick. He was driving Robert crazy.
Gary was nailing Coach Chuck with his big 9". The coach was
bucking back into him. Gary's tempo picked up to a speed that I
couldn't match. I pulled my face away from his ass and replaced it
with two fingers that I shoved up his ass. Gary went over the edge
when the first finger entered. I massaged his prostate and felt
every jerk of his cock after that. He'd be filling the coach's ass
with black babies, if it hadn't been for the condom. The coach let
loose with his ball juice into the waiting player's mouth. Some
leaked out, but he got most of it.
Gary and Robert rolled off their respective fucking partner
and welcomed us with kisses and hugs. The 69ing partners rolled
off each other, too. The other player looked like a quarterback
and was drop-dead cute. His moustache gave him a look of maturity,
but his body said he was just out of college.
The coach stayed in the room with the quarterback and the rest
of us left to look around some more. In another room down the
hallway, two of the black players that we hadn't officially met
were fucking. The bigger player was on his back with his legs
draped over the shoulders of the lighter player. The bigger guy
was getting fucked by a cock as big as Dave's and he was loving it.
"I've always wanted to suck this guy off," Gary said. He
walked into the room and started to 69 with the player on his back.
Happy to have something big and black in his mouth, the fucked
player welcomed Gary. Robert moved in behind Gary and after lubing
up Gary's ass, started fucking him.
All the players were enjoying themselves without us, so we
went back to the family room. We were just in time to see what I
had surmised earlier. Coach Randy was going to fuck Ron. He had
just put on the condom when Dave and I entered.
Several players had gathered around to watch the coach's 13"
pole enter Ron and fuck him. The coach placed the head of his
giant, thick cock against the entrance to Ron's pleasure channel.
He squeezed the head to make it smaller and gain easier access to
Ron's hole. The trick worked wonderfully and the coach was in 6"
before he paused for a moment. Beads of sweat were breaking out on
Ron's forehead. In spite of being fucked by Dave recently and no
doubt several times before by the coach, Ron was still having
difficulty with such a huge weapon. On his back, he was able to
watch the giant sausage slide easily into him.
One of the white players moved closer to Dave and whispered
something in his ear. Dave nodded and the guy took him by the
hand. They moved down to the carpet next to the coach and Ron.
Dave put on a condom, lubed it, and lifted his new friend's legs to
his shoulders.
The head of Dave's cock is very fat. The fuckee was noticing
it and was trying to relax as Dave's fingers probed the fuck chute
for a prostate. Finding it, Dave drove his partner wild.
"Gawd, YES! Fuck ME!!"
Dave withdrew his fingers and entered with his cockhead. It
sailed past the opening and disappeared with another three inches
of shaft. Dave and Randy were about even for penetration. They
were setting up a rhythm that sent shivers of pleasure through
their partners as they watched each others' giant cocks disappear
inch by inch up the broad asses of their fuck partners.
I later found out that Dave's partner had introduced himself
as Steve and was the same guy who had wanted Dave to fuck him when
Bob had pulled him through the room by his dick. As I was
jockeying for position to watch the coach and Dave fuck hot ass, I
was propositioned by Will, one of the defensive backs. He was a
big man of about 6'5" and 240.
He looked familiar and I finally placed him as one of the
black guys in the second bedroom who was fucking the other black
guy that Gary said he'd always wanted to suck off. His 11"
reminded me again of Dave's big meat, but it wasn't as thick. Will
wanted me to fuck him.
"I love getting fucked by white meat, especially when they have
broad furry pex like you do!" he whispered to me.
"Didn't you and your black lineman friend finish?"
"Gary came in and wanted to 69 with James while I was fucking
James. It sounded good to me, but Gary's a great cocksucker and
James came before I could get off. His ass was too sore for me to
continue, so I left to look for you. I saw you and your friend
look in the room when Gary came in. I was sure glad to see you
with a brother. That way I knew you wouldn't mind fucking with
another black man. I really dig white guys, big dicks, and hairy
chests. You're all of the above!" Will smiled.
I smiled back at him. "I only ask that I be able watch Randy
and Dave fuck their partners with those big, black ass-wreckers."
"Yeah! Ain't they somethin'! Coach has been measured at 13
fuckin' inches!"
"No shit? I knew it was thicker than Dave's, but I didn't
think it was that much longer."
"Oh, yeah. It looks big by any measure, but Coach is such a
big man that the comparison of cock to man doesn't do justice to
the cock. I still don't know how anyone can take that up their
ass."
"You ever try?"
"I've never tried for two reasons. It's so damned long and
thick, and because I'm real partial to white dick," he said as he
gave my bouncing cock another squeeze.
"Never?" I asked incredulously. A confirmed size queen, I am.
I couldn't understand not even trying it on for size. But if he
were very partial to white cock, then I could see that it wouldn't
be of interest unless he were an unabashed size queen like me.
"Nope. Never. But I've fucked his tight ass several times.
I do dig tight, black butt! Of course, I've fucked and been fucked
by Coach Bradley often, too!"
Now, the news about Randy's ass I'd have to relate to Dave.
Coach Randy was a big man and Dave loved fucking big men. Maybe we
could get him to agree to a three-way with us at a later date. I
wouldn't mind swinging on that 13" obsidian pole while Dave fucked him.
Will moved over to a corner table and picked up a condom and
some lube. He was applying the lube to his ass as he walked back.
His 11" baseball bat had a great upward sweep to it and bounced as
he strode toward me. He was sure hot for my cock. He didn't even
look me in the eye (well, not the ones in my head, but the blind
one at the end of my cockhead).
My dick was drooling profusely as I continued to glance over
at the two couples fucking on the floor. Dave and Randy were
matching stroke for stroke and their partners were moaning in
unison. Their speed had increased since I had looked last time.
Several of the men gathered around them were stroking their meat in
the same general rhythm, hoping to cum when they did.
My new partner grabbed me by one arm and pulled me over to a
good vantage point in front of Dave and Randy. Dave looked up as
we moved into position and I winked at him. He smiled back at me
and watched as the big linebacker bent over in front of me and
backed up. Dave's smile was even bigger as he watched Will wince
at how the thickness of my cock was rubbing savagely over his
prostate.
Dave had lost his rhythm with Randy as he had been watching
us. He knew he'd cum too soon if he continued to watch me fuck
Will. It always made him hot to watch me fuck another black man
and watch their faces go from pain at the first entry to pleasure
as I rumbled over their interior joy button. He glanced over at
Randy's face and rejoined him at his pace.
I looked over at Randy's face, too. He was getting closer to
his climax than Dave was. I finally hit the discomfort point for
Will. I still had about an inch to go. But, Will's hard, muscular
asshole would keep me from pushing in that last inch. With
repeated in and out action, I could probably get the rest of my
cock planted completely up his channel.
Moving in fast, easy strokes over his prostate, I knew I had
him right where I wanted him. He whacked on his 11" pecker like a
wildman when I hit his joy button too often. I slacked off and
long dicked him for a while to cool him off. It seemed that
everyone in the room was timing their climaxes to the ones of the
big men fucking on the floor.
Dave was having a hard time not cumming. His brow was a mass
of sweat and it dripped from his nose. His eyes were pleading for
release as I looked back at him. "Hold on for one more minute," I
said in a whisper to him.
Dave and Will both thought that I meant them. Will released
his cock to help cool off even more. Dave was breaking rhythm with
Randy and slowing his hip movements to cool off, too.
Randy was in a world of his own. His eyes were closed and he
was completely engulfed in Ron's asshole. On his back, Ron was
holding on to Randy's ass and pulling him in tighter. His cock was
bobbing crazily in the air and plopping against his tight stomach
each time Randy's cock hit bottom. Steve was doing much the same
with Dave. Both bottoms wanted to cum without touching themselves.
I must have cued in on their actions as I had decided to do
the same to Will. Racing over and over his prostate, I fucked Will
with just the first 6" of my overheated cock. I wanted to cum so
bad, but I knew I had to get Will off, too. I hoped he would give
me some clue that he was getting close so I could really fuck him
hard for the last few seconds.
Other men had gotten into pairs and three-way fucking and were
looking for a cue to unload their hot wads of cum. One guy was
pulling "train" for four men. It was like a conga line, but with
everyone connected from his dick to the ass in front of him.
Steve was getting hammered by Dave's short strokes. He
couldn't last. I could tell that he wanted to hold off, but Dave's
rampaging cock over his prostate was not to be denied.
"OHHH!! FUCK!! YESSSS!!! I'm CUMMMMMING!!" Steve shouted.
And without touching his cock, he spewed forth a solid line of cum
that hit him high on the chest and connected back to his cock.
Then another shot hit his right nipple and he jerked. His hand
finally closed around his throbbing pole and he beat off with a
rapid motion, generating three more ropes of hot man juice that
splashed on to his heaving chest.
Steve's big ass was getting fucked hard by Dave during Steve's
climax. Dave was sure to hit his prostate, but also buried his
cock balls deep between each jerk of Steve's body.
Randy's eyes opened as he heard Steve roar out his climax.
That was the catalyst that he seemed to have been waiting for. He
nailed Ron to the carpet and ground his 13" in as far as he could,
fucking Ron with all of his thick inches. The last few inches must
have exposed Ron's prostate to more pressure than it had before.
The immediate impact on Ron was to startle him and for his cock to
sluice out a big gob of cum. Each time Randy ground in harder, Ron
let go another gob.
Finally, Ron couldn't handle it any longer and grabbed his 8".
Just touching his cock did it. He shot over his head. His cum
splattered against Will's feet. Ron cried out hoarsely, "Fuck
MEEEEEEE!!"
Randy obliged, but only twice. His fat, long cock was going
to fire off at any moment. He pulled out of Ron's grasping ass and
ripped off the condom. Randy pulled once on the head with his big,
right hand and his overheated cum launcher spewed his big load in
repeated arcs on to Ron's chest.
That was the signal for everyone to unload. Dave pulled out
of Steve and rolled off his condom. Steve sat up and clamped his
lips over Dave's cock. Within a matter of 10 seconds, Dave was
over the edge.
"Oh, Fuck! I'm gonna CUM! Eat MY LOADDDD!!" Dave bellowed.
Steve pulled off instantly and sat back on his heel with his mouth
gaping open to catch Dave's ball honey. Dave quickly replaced
Steve's suctioning mouth with his hand and brought himself to
climax in about three strokes. "FUCK!! YESSSS!!!"
His cum ropes all missed Steve's mouth, but several of them
hit his chest. Steve scooped them up and licked them off his
fingers with a grin. "Yum!" Steve crooned.
At this point, I didn't care if Will got off or not. I was on
the brink and Will's ass was wonderfully tight. My point of no
return had been reached. I changed my tactics from fucking his
prostate to long-dicking his hole. The last inch went in and out
twice. It was even tighter. I was gone.
"TAKE MY CREAM, FUCKER!!! TAKE IT!!!!!!" I hollered to the
whole room.
Will rose up to a standing position, pressing his back against
my hairy chest and hard nipples from his bent over position, and
clamped down hard on my cock. That just made me fuck him harder.
Will's cock started to jerk in rhythm to my hips ramming his ass.
His bloated 11" started to fire.
"GOD, YESSSS!! FUCK MY ASSSS!!!" he roared and his cock
sprayed everyone within four feet of us with volley after volley of
his cum. Between his jerking cock and my hips bucking into him,
his monster dick was creaming everyone with flying drops of ball
milk.
Other men had joined us in their climaxes. Shouts of climax
were heard in all corners of the room. Sticky cum was being
squirted in all kinds of anxious mouths and asses. And several had
tried to emulate the main attractions on the floor and fired their
load on to a partner or the carpet.
Coach Chuck was one of those who had been shooting his load
into a willing mouth. It was the quarterback again. From where he
was standing, it was clear that he got a great view of the best
actions of Dave, Randy, and the men who had been hovering over
them.
Chuck was the one who finally broke the tension of all those
fucked out men realizing they had just fucked their brains out in
a group. "Okay, men. Several big showers in this house. Y'all
have 30 minutes to shower and get dressed. I imagine y'all have
big appetites for food, now."
"Yeah!" was the chorus from everyone.
Dave and I linked up again and followed the crowd down the
hallway. Each of the four bedrooms had its own bathroom with an
oversized shower stall. The back of the house had a fifth one, we
found out later. We caught up with Robert and Gary and shared a
shower with them. Within the required 30 minutes, all the men had
assembled in the dining room for a late supper.
In all, there were about 14 of us. The two coaches sat at
either end of the table. Dave and I sat on the side facing the
kitchen with Steve and Will sitting beside us. Across the table
were Gary and Robert. The other players took their places and
filled the seating arrangement. Because it was a late supper for
football players, it was a "training table" style of food--high in
protein with lots of vegetables and fruits. The turkey looked
especially good.
They gleefully demolished most of the food and all the wine
that had been poured by Randy and Chuck. They were perfect hosts.
Coach Chuck gently tapped the side of his wine glass with his
knife. The ring of lead crystal filled the air. All heads turned
toward Chuck as he rose.
"Gentlemen. Tonight I raise my glass in a toast to our
special guests, Dave and Mike, to our new and veteran players, and
especially to the special man in my life." He beamed in the
direction of Randy. Dave squeezed my hand under the table and I
looked into his eyes. I saw love.
"It's a special night for another reason. Randy and I
discovered our true sexuality together fourteen and a half years
ago tonight." A cheer erupted from the seated guests. Dave and I
were stunned. We had no idea they were lovers.
"And we've been fucking with every football player that we
could bed since!" Chuck crowed to sustained laughter.
"Gentlemen! To love, with the improper stranger!" Randy
proclaimed.
"To love!" we all shouted and raised our glasses. It was easy
to tell who had the hots for which player by the way certain men
eyed other men as they repeated the toast. Dave and I, Gary and
Robert, Chuck and Randy, Steve and Big John, Will and Bob. I
didn't catch others as their eyes moved back to Chuck.
"I want all of you to have a great season, so the 'fucking'
evening is over. Go home, gentlemen, and review your playbooks.
We have new formations and new players. I want all of you to be
sharp and show the straight players you have bigger balls than they
do!" Randy smiled to them. "We want to see all of the returning
veterans back at our house by June 1st for training. On the field
and off!" That, again, provoked laughter. "The non-players (Gary,
Mike, and Dave) are always welcome to come back and fuck with us
again!" And that got sustained applause.
The players left in twos and threes, saying their "good
nights" to their hosts and coaches. The crowd around them finally
thinned out and we approached to thank them for their hospitality
and generous sex.
"This was the best party I've ever been to," Dave effused.
"Thanks for inviting us and showing us such a great time. The food
and wine were excellent. And the entertainment was extraordinary!
That deserves a special thanks."
"Robert had first approached me with the suggestion to invite
the two of you and his lover to our annual kickoff dinner and
fuckfest. Usually, it's only men on the team who are invited.
But, Robert prevailed upon me as a special new draftee gift to him.
His descriptions of you men didn't do you justice. I noticed that
Steve and Will found both of you interesting. And I knew that Len,
Bob, and Ron would, too. I wish you'd had more time to meet the
other men on a more 'personal' basis," Chuck grinned with a leer.
"Thanks, Coach," I finally said. "I don't know what to say.
You've been perfect hosts. The party favors were wonderful."
"Uh, Dave and Mike. We've been wondering if you'd like to get
together again for dinner and, ah, whatever, say next week? We
want to hang around with men more our own age who don't play
football. You'd understand us more and I know you have broader
interests than these randy football players. Don't get me wrong.
Sex with them is nearly non-stop. But, it makes a difference when
we're in a controlling role as coaches. We don't seem to be able
to get very close to them personally," Randy concluded.
"Well, I'm flattered and overwhelmed!" I truthfully replied.
"Can we have time to think about your proposal?"
"Sure! Take all the time you need. Just remember that we
think both of you are really hot men and would love to fuck around
with you. But if you want to make it just a friendship thing,
we'll respect that, too. I'm serious, too, about finding more
friends our own age. It's an additional bonus that you're a black
and white couple like us," Chuck pointed out.
"And," Randy interrupted to continue the point, "Robert told
us that you've just started your relationship. We'd love to be
your mentors on what works and what doesn't work for our
relationship. You just might learn something from us. And I know
that we'll learn from you. We already learned something tonight."
"What could that be?" I asked.
"You don't need to look any farther than your own companion to
find real love," Chuck answered. "I could see it in your eyes when
you looked at each other, even when you're fucking other men. It's
good to see that again, and put it back into an established
partnership of fourteen years. We feel especially close to you for
that reason. And others!"
"Thanks for telling us that, Coach," Dave said. "It means
something to me to be thought of in those terms after an orgy like
tonight's." Dave dazzled them with one of his special smiles.
"I still want to think of you in those other terms, too!"
Chuck reiterated.
"As do I!" Randy chimed in.
"Okay. We'll talk about it and let you know. Thanks again
for the great evening," I added as I embraced each coach and
turning toward the door. Dave followed after giving each a similar
hug. I opened the door and walked out, waving to them. Dave
caught up with me at the sidewalk and stopped me.
"Pardon me for being so pushy, but, what's to discuss? I
think they're really hot. And I'd love to bed down with either one
of them," he paused. "I heard reluctance in your voice. You're
hanging back from accepting their friendship for some reason. What
is it?" Dave almost demanded.
"I have no problem accepting their friendship. It's the
sexual part that I thought we needed to talk over. I want to bed
them down as much as you seem to. I only wanted to give us time to
discuss it without hurting them if one of us didn't agree and to
give us time to talk about it before leaping in. I should've known
you better than that," I pointed out laughing.
"Thinkin' with my dick, again! I was so hot for them that I
naturally assumed that you would be, too. I didn't even consider
the possibility that you wouldn't want to fuck with them," Dave
added apologetically.
"Don't worry about it, Sugar. It was a natural mistake," I
squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Do we have closure then? We want
to fuck with them and get closer to them?"
"Yes, in a word. I loved fucking with the professional
players and college types, but it is starting to feel empty. Like
sex and nothing more. We seem to be generationally removed from
them. Maybe this is the real anchor of friendship that I've been
missing and didn't know it. I want to go for it!" Dave concluded.
"Then we have closure! You want to go back and tell 'em?"
"Fuck, yes!" Dave shouted and raced back to the door.
Randy answered the persistent doorbell. "Hey, forget
something?"
"Nope. We've talked it over and wanted to get to know you
guys better in every way, if you'll still have us," Dave paused.
"Alright!" Randy cried as Chuck joined him at the door. "They
want to do it!"
"But, not this minute," I laughed. "I'm fucked out and too
full from that great meal."
"Well, how about tomorrow night, then?" Dave asked turning
back toward me. "We did leave it open just in case something like
this should come up."
"Larry will be green with envy. I can't wait to tell him!" I
concurred. "What about it, Coach? Free tomorrow night?" I added
asking Randy's crotch. It was swelling again. He was obviously
naked under his tight sweatpants.
"Who's Larry?" asked Chuck.
"My cousin. Loves to get fucked. Has a big one. You'd
probably love to make it with him. Both of you!" I revealed.
"When can we meet him?" Chuck pressed.
"Let's deal with first things first. I believe we were
talking about tomorrow?" Randy interrupted, getting us back to the
point.
"We agree!" Dave and I said together.
"We'll make it, then, say 7 p.m.? We can have dinner after
the 'main course'," Randy said as he leered at both of us. "Okay
with you, Tight End?" he said addressing Chuck.
Dave and I both smiled and nodded at the invitation and at the
nickname. Anyone would be tight to Randy's 13". And it reminded
us of Robert's nickname of Wide Receiver.
"It's a date, then," Chuck concluded.
"See you at seven," Dave repeated turning to leave. I
followed and waved back at the men in the doorway. A couple of big
men to make both Dave and I happy. "Studs" would be more accurate.
And if the word from Robert was accurate, both of them probably
fucked and got fucked like Dave and I did.
Dave and I drove home, occupied by our own private thoughts
and fantasies about sharing a bed with the coaches. This would be
a wild Saturday night!
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