Dominating Their Coach
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His former coach’s retirement party?
I was past the point where if Will asked me to join him for a sexual adventure I would question it. I mean, I was fifty-seven and rarely had weekend activities since I knew so few people in my new neighborhood. Plus, my next door neighbor, eighteen-year-old Will and his buddies seemed to willing to always include me in their weekly sexual exploits. Why these boys wanted me, almost three times their age, to join them for sex that summer was a mystery to me. But I certainly did not complain.
Still, I was surprised when Will asked me to save the following Saturday night to go to the retirement party for the coach from the high school he and the boys had just graduated from six weeks earlier. He told me it would be fun and, more importantly, surprising and sexy. I couldn’t fathom how that could possibly be, but I agreed.
On Saturday night, Will and the boys picked me up in Baxter’s beater car. I had offered to drive my Suburban, but Baxter insisted. Jason, Flip and Will, squeezed into the back seat, were dressed as nicely as I’d ever seen them, Baxter was actually wearing a tie. But two of our sexual comrades were missing.
“Are Kyle and Zach meeting us there?“ I asked as I climbed into the front seat.
“Naw,” Will said. “Neither of them were ever interested in any sports. I don’t think they ever actually even met Coach Pedrick.“
The other guys laughed. Once I thought about it, I couldn’t really imagine Zach and Kyle even wearing a sports uniform, much less playing a game.
When we arrived at the school the party was in full swing. There had to have been a hundred people there, the coach the center of attention. I was surprised that he was older than I thought he would be, my guess was around seventy. I learned he had been coaching at the school forever, and after official retirement age had volunteered for another few years, so there were assorted ex-students from eighteen to fifty in attendance.
I didn’t know anyone else at the party so I stayed close to the boys I had come with. I met Coach Pedrick briefly, shaking his hand and congratulating him, but the conversation was short as he was much more interested in those he knew, particularly the younger guys, and most particularly the jocks like Flip and Jason. I couldn’t blame him. I liked the hot young guys too.
As the party wore down and people began to leave, Will and Baxter approached me. “We’re going to be making a subtle, invisible getaway,“ Will laughed pushing a shock of stray blonde hair out of his eyes.
When the party stragglers seemed distracted, the three of us slipped out a side door. Will and Baxter had attended the school for four years, so they knew the best shortcuts. They took me past a basketball court, through a gym and into the boy’s locker room. I laughed to myself when I saw the huge mirror facing the showers. How often I had taken quick, guilty looks at other guys’ cocks in just such a mirror when I was in high school. I was surprised, though, when the boys ushered me into the coach’s office. It was a small space with barely enough room for the utilitarian desk. Against one wall was a single tall locker. Will, acting confidently as always, fingered a secret spring latch hidden on one side. I heard a loud click and the entire locker slid to one side.
Baxter led me into a cramped, unfinished corridor. Will followed us, sliding the locker back into place. I turned and was utterly stunned. The backside of the large mirror we had passed was now in front of us. Except here on the other side it was a window into the locker room and shower area.
“It’s a two-way window mirror,” Will whispered. “You know, like the cops use when they interrogate a suspect. We can see into the locker room but they can’t see us.“
I was shocked. What was this doing in a high school?
Baxter put his mouth close to my ear and whispered, “Coach Pedrick had this installed. Years ago. Totally secret. He’s a hella perv.“
I looked around the walk-in closet sized space. The exposed studs in the wall behind us were grey with patina and the floor was sticky and filthy dirty. Clearly, it had not seen a mop for quite possibly years. I could see stains at the bottom of the window, dried blotches with rivulets running down, frozen in time. I realized it was the remnants of semen from cum shot on the window. The smell was both repulsive and appealing, the scent of cocks and masturbation and years of dried sperm.
“Jesus Christ!“ I exclaimed. “How long has this guy been doing this?“
Both boys shushed me. “Keep your voice down,“ Will whispered. “This room isn’t soundproofed.“
Before I could respond the locker room door opened. Jason and a slightly ***** Coach Pedrick entered. They were talking but we couldn’t make out what they were saying inside our little closet.
“Get ready for this,“ Baxter whispered to me.
Jason and the coach continued speaking for a couple of minutes, their voices muffled. Suddenly the seventy-year-old coach leaned forward and kissed the eighteen-year-old Jason on the lips. His hands immediately went to the young swim captain’s round, muscular, firm ass.
“Wait a minute,“ I was stunned. “What’s going on here?“
“Get ready for the show, Mr. Greig,” Will was unzipping his fly. “We’re about to get an eyeful and the coach is about to get a big surprise.”
As Jason and the coach continued kissing I watched Will take his already hard cock out of his khakis. Baxter was doing the same, his massive dick half hard. He reached inside his pants to pull out his huge, hairy balls. Both boys began to stroke their cocks slowly.
In the locker room the coach went to his knees, helping himself down with a hand on the bench beside him. Jason was grinning at him as the coach unzipped the boy’s slacks.
Will, always in charge, leaned over to me and whispered, “Take your cock out, Mr. Greig. Jack off. It’s about to get really good.”
As I pulled my already rock-hard rod out, I was mesmerized by what was happening in the locker room. The coach was sliding Jason’s long, thin, uncut cock into his mouth. Clearly an experienced cocksucker, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he sucked. Jason, not allowing the older man’s lips to slip off his cock, begin taking off the rest of his clothes.
The three of us in the makeshift room were jacking our cocks enthusiastically now. Watching the display in front of us, without the coach knowing we were there, was an amazing turn on to me. One I had never suspected would affect me as strongly as it did.
When Jason was naked, he took the coach by the shoulders and pulled him up to his feet. The young swim captain kissed him aggressively on the lips again. As the kiss ended, Jason pulled back and said, “I can taste my cock on your mouth, Coach. My cock tastes good.“ He purposely said it loud enough that it was very distinct in the small room. He seemed to enjoy putting on a show for us and that his performance partner had no idea there was an audience behind the mirror.
But Jason wasn’t done yet. “Take your fuckin’ clothes off,” he ordered the coach.
The coach laughed. “I’m the one in charge here, remember?”
“Not anymore,“ Jason had an edge to his voice. “You’re retired now and I’ve graduated. And that means I’m in charge, at least for tonight.“
Coach Pedrick looked surprised. “Well, Jason,“ he said. “I seem to have taught you well.”
“I said, take your fuckin’ clothes off.”
“He’s better at this than I expected,“ Will stifled a laugh.
The coach quickly stripped. He was in pretty good shape for a man in his early seventies. Thin but still toned, with gray chest hair. His cut cock was about six and a half inches in length and stiff as a log. Jason grabbed the older man’s rod, stroked it a few times, then walked to the low wooden bench, roughly pulling the coach behind him by his penis. Coach Pedrick laughed uneasily again.
“Lie down on the bench,” Jason ordered.
Grinning from ear to ear the older man asked what was going to happen next.
Jason snarled, “Lie down on your back on the goddamn bench, whore!”
Never taking his eyes off the naked young swimmer, Coach Pedrick did as he was told. Jason moved to the opposite side of the bench. I realized he was adjusting his position so we could see everything from our vantage point. Jason looked down at the coach and swiftly slapped the stiff cock. It was a playful slap but still must have stung.
The coach let out a yelp. “Jason! Please!”
Jason swung his leg over the bench, his muscular shaved bubble butt inches above the coach’s face. “You always liked it when you made me eat your ass, but you would never rim me. But tonight it’s your turn.“ With that Jason lowered his ass onto the coach’s face, who squirmed at first, but soon his tongue went to work.
Baxter leaned close to Will and myself. “Well, no one‘s ever done that to the old guy before.“
“No,” Will grunted, stroking his cock faster. “But he seems to be loving it.”
“That’s it. Lick my butt,“ Jason sighed. “Get that tongue working in circles around my asshole. I want to feel it deep inside my pucker. Tongue fuck me.”
The coach said something unintelligible. He pulled Jason’s ass cheeks apart so he could work his tongue deeper into the swimmer’s asshole. I couldn’t help but notice that his rock-hard cock had started drooling pre-cum.
Jason raised up a bit and stepped back so he could make eye contact with the older man. “You do what I tell you and I’ll have a surprise for you. A surprise you’ll really like. Okay?”
The coach nodded, saying nothing. Jason sat on the older man’s face again. As the coach licked his asshole, Jason leaned forward touching the coach’s cock slowly, teasingly, sometimes using just his fingertips, running up the shaft, fingering the head.
“Yeah, that’s it. Keep that tongue in there. That feels nice.“ Jason glanced over at the mirror and the three of us in the small room. He smiled and gave a clandestine thumbs up. We chuckled quietly.
The coach mumbled something we couldn’t make out and Jason stood up again. “No,” he responded to whatever it was we hadn’t heard. “Not yet. We’re not done yet. You haven’t had your surprise yet. Don’t you fuckin’ cum.”
Jason had the coach kneel next to the bench. Smiling, he smacked the coach on the mouth with his cock, and then rubbed it all over the older man’s face.
Will leaned close to my ear. “The coach was always the aggressor. He did shit like this to so many of his jocks. He’s been doing it to Jason for the past couple years. But we figured he really always wanted it to happen to him.”
Baxter laughed, whacking his cock even faster. “Looks like we were right. Now he’s getting his.”
Without warning or preparation, Jason shoved his cock deep into the Coach Pedrick’s throat. “Are you ready for your surprise?“ The coach gurgled something, unable to speak. “I can’t understand you. I asked if you were ready for your fuckin’ surprise?“ Jason rapidly pulled his cock out of the older man’s throat. Spit and mucus followed, dripping onto his gray chest hair.
“Yes, I’m ready,” Coach Pedrick gasped for breath.
“That’s a good slut.“ Jason, stark naked, his solid hard-on swinging from side to side, walked to the door leading to the gym and opened it. Coach Pedrick’s breath caught in his throat as Flip walked into the locker room. The jock had changed from his party clothes, no longer in slacks and a jacket, he was now only wearing his football jersey, number 69, and a jockstrap clearly filled to bursting with his large, obviously hard cock.
Baxter and Will, holding their breath, stroked their cocks even more fervently now. “The coach always wanted to fool around with Flip when he was the star of the football team, but Flip would have nothing to do with him,” Will whispered.
“Yeah,” Baxter whispered. “This should make his retirement party memorable.”
“But ... Flip and I fool around. We’ve fucked.” Fifty-seven years of insecurity came flooding out of me.
“You’re one of us,” Baxter reassured me. “You’re in the club.”
“Yeah,” Will whispered. “You aren’t a creepy ******r.” He looked at me mischievously. “And, besides, you’re hot.”
In the locker room Flip was standing in front of the kneeling coach. It looked like a standoff in an old Western movie. They stared intently at one another, neither of them saying anything. But, the coach’s cock got even harder and pre-cum drizzled onto the tile below.
“Hey, Flip,” Jason smiled. “Coach Pedrick is pretty good at eating butt. He just cleaned my hole. You should give it a try.“
Flip, a man of few words in the best of circumstances, said nothing. He just stepped to within inches of the older man. The pouch of his jockstrap was nearly touching the coach’s nose. His tongue came out, aimed at the straining cotton, but Flip stepped back, denighing him a taste. Flip turned slowly around, and, putting his hands on his knees, bent over so that his fuzzy, muscular butt was right in the coach’s face.
Coach Pedrick took a sharp breath. He looked up at Jason and shook his head. “Really? I don’t think ... “
“Eat his ass or he’s gonna leave,“ Jason said with a snarl. “It’s your choice.“
Flip made a pretense of standing upright again, but before he could the coach’s face joyfully disappeared into the jock’s muscular globes. We could see glimpses of his tongue enthusiastically licking the furry asshole. Flip glanced over at us and smiled slyly.
After a couple of minutes Jason grabbed the coach by the hair pulling his face away from saliva saturated ass. “That’s good,“ Jason laughed. He told him to lie down on the bench on his back. “You know what’s going to happen now, don’t you, Coach?“
Coach Pedrick looked concerned but intrigued. He glanced from Jason to Flip and back again.
Will was furiously stroking his cock, the fapping sound deafening in the cramped make-shift room. “It’s about to get really good.“
“Why?“ I asked. “What’s going to happen?“
“Coach Pedrick fucked a lot of the guys. A ton of jocks had their holes stretched open in this room. But nobody ever fucked Coach. He wouldn’t let them. He only ever topped. That’s about to change.“
“And we get to watch it,“ Baxter breathlessly whispered. He wiped some pre-cum onto his index finger and put it in his mouth with a slurping sound.
Jason kissed the gray-haired man gently on the lips. Very gently, considering what had gone on before.
“So,“ Jason smiled at the coach. “You do want Flip to fuck you, don’t you? Don’t you want Flip’s big cock up your tight asshole?“
“But ... No!” The coach sounded frightened. “No, I’ve never done that before.“
Jason laughed. “Oh, come on, Coach. You fucked so many studs in here. Who knows how many. Now’s your chance. Besides, look at this.“ He pulled down Flip’s jockstrap. The hairy cock sprang into sight. It was stiff, shiny and ready to fuck. Jason wrapped his fingers around it making a display of stroking it slowly. “See, Coach? Look at this beautiful, big, hard, young cock.“ And with that Jason put the jock’s eight inches into his mouth. Flip moaned as Jason sunk onto the shaft.
Will laughed again. “That’ll drive the coach crazy. He’s always wanted to suck Flip’s dick.”
There was a slurping sound as the throbbing dick popped out of Jason‘s mouth. He smiled at the coach again. “I think it’s time, now that this cock is so wet, don’t you, Coach? I think it’s time you got fucked.”
Flip took his place at the end of the bench, roughly throwing the coach’s legs over his shoulders. He positioned his cock against the older man’s sphincter and leaned forward. Coach Pedrick gave a sharp yelp, but Flip didn’t hesitate, his cock disappearing into the hole, stretching it wide, burying itself deep. Flip began to rock his hips, and as he found his rhythm he peeled the football jersey off exposing his muscular, slightly hairy chest, thick torso, and beautiful quarter-sized nipples.
Will was beating his meat faster than I’ve ever seen before. “Fuck!“ He gasped. “That is so fucking hot!“ He reached over and grabbed my cock. He was stroking us both now. Baxter placed his free hand on my ass, gently exploring my crack.
As Flip athletically fucked the widening hole, Jason moved to the other end of the bench again straddling the coach’s head. Only this time he pushed his cock into his willing mouth. As Flip fucked the older man’s asshole, Jason face fucked him.
“Nice,“ Baxter breathed. His fingers had found my pucker, he was making little circular motions over the surface of it. Will’s hand stroked my cock even faster. The sensation was incredible. Baxter leaned over and kissed me hard.
In the locker room Flip and Jason leaned towards each other, never missing a stroke in their fucking. They kissed passionately, their tongues darting back-and-forth. The coach gagged on Jason‘s cock, which only made him slide it down the older man’s throat more forcefully.
“I think I’m there,” Jason moaned. He pulled his cock out of Coach Pedrick’s mouth and squirted a load of hot cum onto the seventy-year-old’s hairy chest.
“Jason always cums first,“ Will and Baxter whispered in unison.
At the sight of the fresh spooge, Flip pulled his cock out of the coach’s asshole, stroking it with lustful abandon. “Mine,“ was all the jock said. Four ropes of sweet white sperm shot out the piss-slit and onto the coach’s chest and stomach. His cream was thick, viscous, and plentiful.
Baxter was breathing very heavily. “Fuck, this is so fuckin’ hot,“ he grunted as he shot his nut onto the window in front of us. Baxter had extremely large, low-hanging balls that were obviously bloated with cum. His load was voluminous, as much as I had ever seen anyone shoot.
That’s when Coach Pedrick came as well. His cum was not as thick or plentiful as the boys’, but it still landed on his stomach and chest, commingling with that of Jason’s and Flip’s. Jason gathered as much off the hairy chest as he could onto his fingers.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered the coach.
“No, please.” He was whimpering. “Not in my mouth. Please!“ And then he added, “Sir.“
At the word “sir”, Will came. He also shot his load onto the window as well as the exposed wooden studs surrounding it. While not as much as Baxter had produced, it was still a lot of cum. The smell alone made me slightly delirious and multiplied my lust.
In front of us, Jason’s fingers were deep in the coach’s mouth, feeding him sperm. He was struggling but Flip was holding him in place. Jason’s fingers went deeper into the coach’s mouth. The older men gagged. Flip, smiling, begin to lick the remaining cum off the coach’s chest, his face burned in the slimy gray hair.
Will was still stroking my cock and I was very close to shooting my load. Both of my hands were free, so I reached over to the window, scooping some of Will‘s cum onto my right hand and some of Baxter’s onto my left. I brought them to my mouth, tasting both eighteen-year-old boys’ sperm at the same time. It was utterly delicious.
Flip had finished licking up the cum from the coach’s chest, and moved up the older man’s body until they were face to face. Coach Pedrick shook his head, but Jason expertly forced his mouth open and Flip began spitting three cocks worth of cum into the struggling mature man’s mouth.
And that’s when I came all over the window.
20 minutes later we were back in the car heading home.
“I’m just stunned,“ I shook my head. “How has that guy gotten away with having that tiny room with the two-way mirror for so long?“
“I’ve always thought it was funny that he didn’t know we were on to him, we all knew about it,“ Jason laughed.
“Or that we used it from time to time ourselves,” Baxter added.
“Well, it was a lot of fun to be back there and watch, I have to admit it,“ I laughed. “And you guys put on a great show.”
Flip and Jason laughed and thanked me.
“And, I’ve also got to admit, it was really hot being a voyeur.“ I said.
“It’s fun to be watched, too.” I was surprised. That was a long sentence for Flip.
“Well, I wish I had one of those two-way mirror things.”
Will looked thoughtful. He smiled at me and said, “You know, Mr. Greig, you have those sliding mirror doors on your bedroom closet. Maybe we could put some of that two-way glass in there. And then ... “
And then indeed.
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This story is complete without reading past installments (I think). It is, however, Chapter 5 of the sexual adventures started in Daddy's First Bukkake, Will Strikes Again, Mr Greig and the Boys: Part Three (Mr Greig’s First DP), and Older Man & 6 Boys’ Second Orgy. If you enjoyed this, I’m pretty sure you’ll like the previous chapters. They are in my story feed. And watch for Chapter 6, A Wet Biscuit with My Boys, coming soon.
His former coach’s retirement party?
I was past the point where if Will asked me to join him for a sexual adventure I would question it. I mean, I was fifty-seven and rarely had weekend activities since I knew so few people in my new neighborhood. Plus, my next door neighbor, eighteen-year-old Will and his buddies seemed to willing to always include me in their weekly sexual exploits. Why these boys wanted me, almost three times their age, to join them for sex that summer was a mystery to me. But I certainly did not complain.
Still, I was surprised when Will asked me to save the following Saturday night to go to the retirement party for the coach from the high school he and the boys had just graduated from six weeks earlier. He told me it would be fun and, more importantly, surprising and sexy. I couldn’t fathom how that could possibly be, but I agreed.
On Saturday night, Will and the boys picked me up in Baxter’s beater car. I had offered to drive my Suburban, but Baxter insisted. Jason, Flip and Will, squeezed into the back seat, were dressed as nicely as I’d ever seen them, Baxter was actually wearing a tie. But two of our sexual comrades were missing.
“Are Kyle and Zach meeting us there?“ I asked as I climbed into the front seat.
“Naw,” Will said. “Neither of them were ever interested in any sports. I don’t think they ever actually even met Coach Pedrick.“
The other guys laughed. Once I thought about it, I couldn’t really imagine Zach and Kyle even wearing a sports uniform, much less playing a game.
When we arrived at the school the party was in full swing. There had to have been a hundred people there, the coach the center of attention. I was surprised that he was older than I thought he would be, my guess was around seventy. I learned he had been coaching at the school forever, and after official retirement age had volunteered for another few years, so there were assorted ex-students from eighteen to fifty in attendance.
I didn’t know anyone else at the party so I stayed close to the boys I had come with. I met Coach Pedrick briefly, shaking his hand and congratulating him, but the conversation was short as he was much more interested in those he knew, particularly the younger guys, and most particularly the jocks like Flip and Jason. I couldn’t blame him. I liked the hot young guys too.
As the party wore down and people began to leave, Will and Baxter approached me. “We’re going to be making a subtle, invisible getaway,“ Will laughed pushing a shock of stray blonde hair out of his eyes.
When the party stragglers seemed distracted, the three of us slipped out a side door. Will and Baxter had attended the school for four years, so they knew the best shortcuts. They took me past a basketball court, through a gym and into the boy’s locker room. I laughed to myself when I saw the huge mirror facing the showers. How often I had taken quick, guilty looks at other guys’ cocks in just such a mirror when I was in high school. I was surprised, though, when the boys ushered me into the coach’s office. It was a small space with barely enough room for the utilitarian desk. Against one wall was a single tall locker. Will, acting confidently as always, fingered a secret spring latch hidden on one side. I heard a loud click and the entire locker slid to one side.
Baxter led me into a cramped, unfinished corridor. Will followed us, sliding the locker back into place. I turned and was utterly stunned. The backside of the large mirror we had passed was now in front of us. Except here on the other side it was a window into the locker room and shower area.
“It’s a two-way window mirror,” Will whispered. “You know, like the cops use when they interrogate a suspect. We can see into the locker room but they can’t see us.“
I was shocked. What was this doing in a high school?
Baxter put his mouth close to my ear and whispered, “Coach Pedrick had this installed. Years ago. Totally secret. He’s a hella perv.“
I looked around the walk-in closet sized space. The exposed studs in the wall behind us were grey with patina and the floor was sticky and filthy dirty. Clearly, it had not seen a mop for quite possibly years. I could see stains at the bottom of the window, dried blotches with rivulets running down, frozen in time. I realized it was the remnants of semen from cum shot on the window. The smell was both repulsive and appealing, the scent of cocks and masturbation and years of dried sperm.
“Jesus Christ!“ I exclaimed. “How long has this guy been doing this?“
Both boys shushed me. “Keep your voice down,“ Will whispered. “This room isn’t soundproofed.“
Before I could respond the locker room door opened. Jason and a slightly ***** Coach Pedrick entered. They were talking but we couldn’t make out what they were saying inside our little closet.
“Get ready for this,“ Baxter whispered to me.
Jason and the coach continued speaking for a couple of minutes, their voices muffled. Suddenly the seventy-year-old coach leaned forward and kissed the eighteen-year-old Jason on the lips. His hands immediately went to the young swim captain’s round, muscular, firm ass.
“Wait a minute,“ I was stunned. “What’s going on here?“
“Get ready for the show, Mr. Greig,” Will was unzipping his fly. “We’re about to get an eyeful and the coach is about to get a big surprise.”
As Jason and the coach continued kissing I watched Will take his already hard cock out of his khakis. Baxter was doing the same, his massive dick half hard. He reached inside his pants to pull out his huge, hairy balls. Both boys began to stroke their cocks slowly.
In the locker room the coach went to his knees, helping himself down with a hand on the bench beside him. Jason was grinning at him as the coach unzipped the boy’s slacks.
Will, always in charge, leaned over to me and whispered, “Take your cock out, Mr. Greig. Jack off. It’s about to get really good.”
As I pulled my already rock-hard rod out, I was mesmerized by what was happening in the locker room. The coach was sliding Jason’s long, thin, uncut cock into his mouth. Clearly an experienced cocksucker, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he sucked. Jason, not allowing the older man’s lips to slip off his cock, begin taking off the rest of his clothes.
The three of us in the makeshift room were jacking our cocks enthusiastically now. Watching the display in front of us, without the coach knowing we were there, was an amazing turn on to me. One I had never suspected would affect me as strongly as it did.
When Jason was naked, he took the coach by the shoulders and pulled him up to his feet. The young swim captain kissed him aggressively on the lips again. As the kiss ended, Jason pulled back and said, “I can taste my cock on your mouth, Coach. My cock tastes good.“ He purposely said it loud enough that it was very distinct in the small room. He seemed to enjoy putting on a show for us and that his performance partner had no idea there was an audience behind the mirror.
But Jason wasn’t done yet. “Take your fuckin’ clothes off,” he ordered the coach.
The coach laughed. “I’m the one in charge here, remember?”
“Not anymore,“ Jason had an edge to his voice. “You’re retired now and I’ve graduated. And that means I’m in charge, at least for tonight.“
Coach Pedrick looked surprised. “Well, Jason,“ he said. “I seem to have taught you well.”
“I said, take your fuckin’ clothes off.”
“He’s better at this than I expected,“ Will stifled a laugh.
The coach quickly stripped. He was in pretty good shape for a man in his early seventies. Thin but still toned, with gray chest hair. His cut cock was about six and a half inches in length and stiff as a log. Jason grabbed the older man’s rod, stroked it a few times, then walked to the low wooden bench, roughly pulling the coach behind him by his penis. Coach Pedrick laughed uneasily again.
“Lie down on the bench,” Jason ordered.
Grinning from ear to ear the older man asked what was going to happen next.
Jason snarled, “Lie down on your back on the goddamn bench, whore!”
Never taking his eyes off the naked young swimmer, Coach Pedrick did as he was told. Jason moved to the opposite side of the bench. I realized he was adjusting his position so we could see everything from our vantage point. Jason looked down at the coach and swiftly slapped the stiff cock. It was a playful slap but still must have stung.
The coach let out a yelp. “Jason! Please!”
Jason swung his leg over the bench, his muscular shaved bubble butt inches above the coach’s face. “You always liked it when you made me eat your ass, but you would never rim me. But tonight it’s your turn.“ With that Jason lowered his ass onto the coach’s face, who squirmed at first, but soon his tongue went to work.
Baxter leaned close to Will and myself. “Well, no one‘s ever done that to the old guy before.“
“No,” Will grunted, stroking his cock faster. “But he seems to be loving it.”
“That’s it. Lick my butt,“ Jason sighed. “Get that tongue working in circles around my asshole. I want to feel it deep inside my pucker. Tongue fuck me.”
The coach said something unintelligible. He pulled Jason’s ass cheeks apart so he could work his tongue deeper into the swimmer’s asshole. I couldn’t help but notice that his rock-hard cock had started drooling pre-cum.
Jason raised up a bit and stepped back so he could make eye contact with the older man. “You do what I tell you and I’ll have a surprise for you. A surprise you’ll really like. Okay?”
The coach nodded, saying nothing. Jason sat on the older man’s face again. As the coach licked his asshole, Jason leaned forward touching the coach’s cock slowly, teasingly, sometimes using just his fingertips, running up the shaft, fingering the head.
“Yeah, that’s it. Keep that tongue in there. That feels nice.“ Jason glanced over at the mirror and the three of us in the small room. He smiled and gave a clandestine thumbs up. We chuckled quietly.
The coach mumbled something we couldn’t make out and Jason stood up again. “No,” he responded to whatever it was we hadn’t heard. “Not yet. We’re not done yet. You haven’t had your surprise yet. Don’t you fuckin’ cum.”
Jason had the coach kneel next to the bench. Smiling, he smacked the coach on the mouth with his cock, and then rubbed it all over the older man’s face.
Will leaned close to my ear. “The coach was always the aggressor. He did shit like this to so many of his jocks. He’s been doing it to Jason for the past couple years. But we figured he really always wanted it to happen to him.”
Baxter laughed, whacking his cock even faster. “Looks like we were right. Now he’s getting his.”
Without warning or preparation, Jason shoved his cock deep into the Coach Pedrick’s throat. “Are you ready for your surprise?“ The coach gurgled something, unable to speak. “I can’t understand you. I asked if you were ready for your fuckin’ surprise?“ Jason rapidly pulled his cock out of the older man’s throat. Spit and mucus followed, dripping onto his gray chest hair.
“Yes, I’m ready,” Coach Pedrick gasped for breath.
“That’s a good slut.“ Jason, stark naked, his solid hard-on swinging from side to side, walked to the door leading to the gym and opened it. Coach Pedrick’s breath caught in his throat as Flip walked into the locker room. The jock had changed from his party clothes, no longer in slacks and a jacket, he was now only wearing his football jersey, number 69, and a jockstrap clearly filled to bursting with his large, obviously hard cock.
Baxter and Will, holding their breath, stroked their cocks even more fervently now. “The coach always wanted to fool around with Flip when he was the star of the football team, but Flip would have nothing to do with him,” Will whispered.
“Yeah,” Baxter whispered. “This should make his retirement party memorable.”
“But ... Flip and I fool around. We’ve fucked.” Fifty-seven years of insecurity came flooding out of me.
“You’re one of us,” Baxter reassured me. “You’re in the club.”
“Yeah,” Will whispered. “You aren’t a creepy ******r.” He looked at me mischievously. “And, besides, you’re hot.”
In the locker room Flip was standing in front of the kneeling coach. It looked like a standoff in an old Western movie. They stared intently at one another, neither of them saying anything. But, the coach’s cock got even harder and pre-cum drizzled onto the tile below.
“Hey, Flip,” Jason smiled. “Coach Pedrick is pretty good at eating butt. He just cleaned my hole. You should give it a try.“
Flip, a man of few words in the best of circumstances, said nothing. He just stepped to within inches of the older man. The pouch of his jockstrap was nearly touching the coach’s nose. His tongue came out, aimed at the straining cotton, but Flip stepped back, denighing him a taste. Flip turned slowly around, and, putting his hands on his knees, bent over so that his fuzzy, muscular butt was right in the coach’s face.
Coach Pedrick took a sharp breath. He looked up at Jason and shook his head. “Really? I don’t think ... “
“Eat his ass or he’s gonna leave,“ Jason said with a snarl. “It’s your choice.“
Flip made a pretense of standing upright again, but before he could the coach’s face joyfully disappeared into the jock’s muscular globes. We could see glimpses of his tongue enthusiastically licking the furry asshole. Flip glanced over at us and smiled slyly.
After a couple of minutes Jason grabbed the coach by the hair pulling his face away from saliva saturated ass. “That’s good,“ Jason laughed. He told him to lie down on the bench on his back. “You know what’s going to happen now, don’t you, Coach?“
Coach Pedrick looked concerned but intrigued. He glanced from Jason to Flip and back again.
Will was furiously stroking his cock, the fapping sound deafening in the cramped make-shift room. “It’s about to get really good.“
“Why?“ I asked. “What’s going to happen?“
“Coach Pedrick fucked a lot of the guys. A ton of jocks had their holes stretched open in this room. But nobody ever fucked Coach. He wouldn’t let them. He only ever topped. That’s about to change.“
“And we get to watch it,“ Baxter breathlessly whispered. He wiped some pre-cum onto his index finger and put it in his mouth with a slurping sound.
Jason kissed the gray-haired man gently on the lips. Very gently, considering what had gone on before.
“So,“ Jason smiled at the coach. “You do want Flip to fuck you, don’t you? Don’t you want Flip’s big cock up your tight asshole?“
“But ... No!” The coach sounded frightened. “No, I’ve never done that before.“
Jason laughed. “Oh, come on, Coach. You fucked so many studs in here. Who knows how many. Now’s your chance. Besides, look at this.“ He pulled down Flip’s jockstrap. The hairy cock sprang into sight. It was stiff, shiny and ready to fuck. Jason wrapped his fingers around it making a display of stroking it slowly. “See, Coach? Look at this beautiful, big, hard, young cock.“ And with that Jason put the jock’s eight inches into his mouth. Flip moaned as Jason sunk onto the shaft.
Will laughed again. “That’ll drive the coach crazy. He’s always wanted to suck Flip’s dick.”
There was a slurping sound as the throbbing dick popped out of Jason‘s mouth. He smiled at the coach again. “I think it’s time, now that this cock is so wet, don’t you, Coach? I think it’s time you got fucked.”
Flip took his place at the end of the bench, roughly throwing the coach’s legs over his shoulders. He positioned his cock against the older man’s sphincter and leaned forward. Coach Pedrick gave a sharp yelp, but Flip didn’t hesitate, his cock disappearing into the hole, stretching it wide, burying itself deep. Flip began to rock his hips, and as he found his rhythm he peeled the football jersey off exposing his muscular, slightly hairy chest, thick torso, and beautiful quarter-sized nipples.
Will was beating his meat faster than I’ve ever seen before. “Fuck!“ He gasped. “That is so fucking hot!“ He reached over and grabbed my cock. He was stroking us both now. Baxter placed his free hand on my ass, gently exploring my crack.
As Flip athletically fucked the widening hole, Jason moved to the other end of the bench again straddling the coach’s head. Only this time he pushed his cock into his willing mouth. As Flip fucked the older man’s asshole, Jason face fucked him.
“Nice,“ Baxter breathed. His fingers had found my pucker, he was making little circular motions over the surface of it. Will’s hand stroked my cock even faster. The sensation was incredible. Baxter leaned over and kissed me hard.
In the locker room Flip and Jason leaned towards each other, never missing a stroke in their fucking. They kissed passionately, their tongues darting back-and-forth. The coach gagged on Jason‘s cock, which only made him slide it down the older man’s throat more forcefully.
“I think I’m there,” Jason moaned. He pulled his cock out of Coach Pedrick’s mouth and squirted a load of hot cum onto the seventy-year-old’s hairy chest.
“Jason always cums first,“ Will and Baxter whispered in unison.
At the sight of the fresh spooge, Flip pulled his cock out of the coach’s asshole, stroking it with lustful abandon. “Mine,“ was all the jock said. Four ropes of sweet white sperm shot out the piss-slit and onto the coach’s chest and stomach. His cream was thick, viscous, and plentiful.
Baxter was breathing very heavily. “Fuck, this is so fuckin’ hot,“ he grunted as he shot his nut onto the window in front of us. Baxter had extremely large, low-hanging balls that were obviously bloated with cum. His load was voluminous, as much as I had ever seen anyone shoot.
That’s when Coach Pedrick came as well. His cum was not as thick or plentiful as the boys’, but it still landed on his stomach and chest, commingling with that of Jason’s and Flip’s. Jason gathered as much off the hairy chest as he could onto his fingers.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered the coach.
“No, please.” He was whimpering. “Not in my mouth. Please!“ And then he added, “Sir.“
At the word “sir”, Will came. He also shot his load onto the window as well as the exposed wooden studs surrounding it. While not as much as Baxter had produced, it was still a lot of cum. The smell alone made me slightly delirious and multiplied my lust.
In front of us, Jason’s fingers were deep in the coach’s mouth, feeding him sperm. He was struggling but Flip was holding him in place. Jason’s fingers went deeper into the coach’s mouth. The older men gagged. Flip, smiling, begin to lick the remaining cum off the coach’s chest, his face burned in the slimy gray hair.
Will was still stroking my cock and I was very close to shooting my load. Both of my hands were free, so I reached over to the window, scooping some of Will‘s cum onto my right hand and some of Baxter’s onto my left. I brought them to my mouth, tasting both eighteen-year-old boys’ sperm at the same time. It was utterly delicious.
Flip had finished licking up the cum from the coach’s chest, and moved up the older man’s body until they were face to face. Coach Pedrick shook his head, but Jason expertly forced his mouth open and Flip began spitting three cocks worth of cum into the struggling mature man’s mouth.
And that’s when I came all over the window.
20 minutes later we were back in the car heading home.
“I’m just stunned,“ I shook my head. “How has that guy gotten away with having that tiny room with the two-way mirror for so long?“
“I’ve always thought it was funny that he didn’t know we were on to him, we all knew about it,“ Jason laughed.
“Or that we used it from time to time ourselves,” Baxter added.
“Well, it was a lot of fun to be back there and watch, I have to admit it,“ I laughed. “And you guys put on a great show.”
Flip and Jason laughed and thanked me.
“And, I’ve also got to admit, it was really hot being a voyeur.“ I said.
“It’s fun to be watched, too.” I was surprised. That was a long sentence for Flip.
“Well, I wish I had one of those two-way mirror things.”
Will looked thoughtful. He smiled at me and said, “You know, Mr. Greig, you have those sliding mirror doors on your bedroom closet. Maybe we could put some of that two-way glass in there. And then ... “
And then indeed.
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This story is complete without reading past installments (I think). It is, however, Chapter 5 of the sexual adventures started in Daddy's First Bukkake, Will Strikes Again, Mr Greig and the Boys: Part Three (Mr Greig’s First DP), and Older Man & 6 Boys’ Second Orgy. If you enjoyed this, I’m pretty sure you’ll like the previous chapters. They are in my story feed. And watch for Chapter 6, A Wet Biscuit with My Boys, coming soon.
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