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He looked helpless and angry; I could tell he was on the verge of doing something rash again so I knew I had to calm him down. "Look, it's the deal. Remember, you want the pictures back right? You want to be out of this? You've got to let me fuck you. Getting fucked doesn't make you a faggot, just enjoying it does."
He looked at me, still in disbelief. I enjoyed the view immensely. This huge six foot plus gym stud sprawled out under me. I was straddling his massive quads with my still hard teenage dick ready for another round. His own dick was soft and lying in a puddle of its own last dribbles of cum. My cum was now drying on his face, and I couldn't help but smile as I rolled the lubed condom down my thick cock. I was ready to fuck. Unfortunately, I was not positioned so I could see that Coach Walker had just entered the room. And again, also unfortunately for me, Spearman had seen him.
I scooted back across his hips and leaned forward on the dirty bathroom tile. I could smell his manly stench flowing from his balls. Delicious, I thought, and ran my tongue over them as I moved towards his ass. "Lift up your legs," I commanded. Spearman did as he was told and bent his knees. I then hefted both of his thick, solid legs over my shoulders and bent down to start licking between that nearly hairless crack. I tested Spearman's hole with my finger, running the tip across his rosebud. I almost giggled as I watched it convulse in response to my finger play. "Yeah, your manpussy likes my finger, I bet you'll like my dick."
Then, propping myself on the floor, I leaned into those mounds of ass and started sucking out his hole in earnest. The stench here was above and beyond his sexy manly smell. It was downright nasty. Fuck, I was in heaven. My tongue laved his manpussy, and it continued to flutter open and shut. After just a few moments of this, I heard Spearman moan. I reached up around his muscular thigh to grab for his dick. I wasn't surprised, his dick was starting to get hard again. I started to jerk his dick with one hand while I continued to tongue fuck his hole. "Shit yeah, your manpussy tastes great. It's so much nicer than those girl pussies at school. So much tastier." I moaned with delight. I leaned up and shoved my pointer digit into his hole. I did so quickly, and without much worry for Spearman's ass.
"Ahh!" he shouted. "Get your fucking finger out of my ass! That fucking hurts."
"Yeah, you must hate it. Look at all the pre-cum your fucking cock is leaking.
Just suck it up and enjoy it." I plunged a second finger into his rectum and felt the grown man shiver and buck as I continued to finger fuck him. All of a sudden he let out a loud moan, and his whole body shook. I knew I had hit his prostate. I continue to try and nudge that area, feeling his ass open up around my fingers and try to swallow them deeper. "Fuck yeah man, I'm fucking your prostate with my fingers, and you're fucking loving it."
"Get your fingers the fuck out of my ass!" He shouted, his face turning red as he tried to sit up. To stop this, I simply moved my hand off his dripping cock and reached down, clenching his balls in my fist. I yanked them down hard. "FUCK!" he screamed and dropped back to the floor.
Until this point, Coach Walker had been just watching. He had had come from spring practice with the football team and was wearing his SPS football shirt and mesh pants. Hair poured over the neck of the t-shirt, and covered all of his exposed skin, especially his thick tree-trunk legs. He moved one of his paw-like hands over his dick and grabbed it, rubbing his big mancock through the mesh shorts and also his jockstrap. He hadn't gotten to fuck the quarterback today because of this. He was pretty upset because he always got to fuck the quarterback's sweet boypussy. It was the only way he was able to go home and put up with his wife's shit, especially when she wouldn't put out. Knowing at the end of every practice he would be fucking the living daylights out of one of his players in the stands, in the showers, the bathroom stall, or his office was the only thing that kept him going. However, as a big wet spot of pre-cum began to stain his shorts, he thought this might turn out to be a very interesting way to cap off the evening.
Walker watched Spearman mouth the words help as he had his ass eaten, but since Walker had experienced it before, and knew how good it felt, he decided it wasn't the appropriate time to intervene. He was going to stop the kid before he fucked Spearman, because that just wasn't right. No faggot should fuck a straight MAN like Spearman, but when he watched how excited Spearman's fucking cock would get when the kid fingerfucked his hole. Something wasn't right about this, but Coach Walker had never thought of Jake Spearman as a faggot, but he supposed it was possible. In fact, he was pretty angry that Spearman had kept it a secret from him. Dirty rotten faggot. When he had first walked in on the scene, Walker had thought it would nice if they could double team the kid, but the more he watched and the louder the principal moaned, the angrier Coach Walker got. In fact, he might help the fucking kid, teach that Spearman a lesson. He groped at his bull cock and balls through the fabric pondering what his next action should be.
I still did not know that Walker was in the public bathroom, but he did know that Spearman was loose enough to take his thick cock. "Take a deep breath, Spearman, it's gonna feel like I'm shoving a fucking beer can up your ass." I referenced my eight inches long, six inches in circumference penis. "But, all you have to do is be the good little straight boy you are and take it like a man. If you take my whole cock and get me off, I'll give you back the snapshots." Of course, I had no intention of really coming through with this promise, but he didn't know that. I inched up to his asshole, bringing the tip of my latexed cock up to his ass. Without further warning, I shoved my mushroom head past his sphincter.
"FUCKING A!" shouted Spearman. Guy was fucking right, he thought to himself. It does feel like he's shoving a fucking beer can up my ass. "My ass is on fire!" he wailed aloud. He could only think of one other thought aside from the intense pain ripping through his ass that had replaced the mild pleasure of the finger fuck. Why was his dick still hard, and still pumping out copious amounts of pre-jizz. Why was he getting so turned on by this young eighteen-year-old jock?
"Shut the fuck up, I've barely got my cock in you." I said as slowly pushed in another few inches. "Oh your ass is so fucking tight. Nothing I love more than popping such a fucking hot cherry. Especially yours," I mocked him, "Mr. Spearman."
Spearman could take it no more, the pain and humiliation was too much for him to bear. "Please, Bruce fucking help me out here. Beat the shit out of this kid and make him get his fucking cock out of my ass!"
I arched my back as I plunged more of my cock into his asshole; I had shoved almost six of my eight inches deep inside him. I turned my head over my shoulder to look towards the door, half expecting to see no one. When I saw Bruce Walker, the head football coach at my high school, built like a fucking rock standing there watching me fuck his buddy in crime, I froze. I slowly looked over his body, pulling ever so slightly out of his ass.
"Yeah right." Bruce Walker grunted. He had been playing football ever since he could remember, and this was not the first time he had seen a top jock be taken down. Granted, it had always entailed an effeminate member of a high school or college team that trouble anyway. Bruce really was shocked to see his buddy was a faggot. "If you think I'm going to keep your faggot as from getting what your faggot cock is enjoying so much, you're off your fuckin' rocker. In fact, I think I may let my boy," he groped his thick bulge obscenely, "get a taste of that hole."
Hearing this, I wasted no time in shoving my whole cock back in Spearman's ass. I watched, with drool practically rolling out of my mouth, as this late twenty-something football god came and stood over Spearman as I pounded his ass. He was very intimidating, standing over six feet tall. He didn't bother to remove his shirt which could do little to hold in his massive muscles. When he dropped his mesh athletic shorts, he revealed that he was wearing one of his sports jocks. Shit, it framed his lower half perfectly. If my cock wasn't shoved in Spearman's ass, his would be the next best place. And, another delicious difference between the two was that Walker was covered with thick, dark hair.
Walker wasted no time in slipping his hands under the waistbands of the jock to free his cock, which was already starting to make an obscene wet spot from all the pre-cum. He leaned over, stepping out of the jock, and then bent down to his knees. Spearman was quivering, partially from the stellar fuck he was getting from me because I was pounding into his prostate with every thrust and because he couldn't believe what he perceived as salvation was going to turn into further humiliation.
"Please, don't." His voice wasn't steady. His breathing was rapid and short, both from anxiety and the waves of pleasure shooting through his body. Spearman's cock twitched as Walker's own cock was lowered over his face. He couldn't understand why this was happening to him. "Just fucking stop it! Get the fuck out of my ass, get the fuck away from my face!" He shouted, his baritone voice resonating in the concrete room.
I muttered through my gritted teeth and moans of pleasure, "If you don't shut him up, someone is going to hear him." I nodded towards the open, bellowing mouth and Walker's own dick.
Walker only hesitated for a moment a moment longer, wondering if he really should do this to his buddy in crime. Even his small mind could comprehend that this would forever change their relationship. No more fucks in his office. But, his fully erect nine inch cock was doing the thinking for him. A bead of pre-cum drooled onto his forehead, and Walker could take it no longer. He leaned down, grabbed Spearman's head with one hand, and aimed his mancock at Spearman's mouth with the other. "You faggot cocksucker. I can't believe all this time I thought you were straight, and here you are fucking taking this kid's cock like a pro. No wonder he wanted me to come see this. Otherwise I would have never believed it. Now suck my dick like I make your students suck mine."
He shoved his thick, purple mushroom-headed prick towards Spearman's face, but he raised his arms to fight back. Walker was not going to tolerate this. He just knocked the hands out of his way and brought his own meaty paw back to his dick. "You can take it like whatever kind of faggot boy you are, or you'll regret it. Don't make me knock the shit out of you." Spearman closed his mouth in defiance as Walker's dick probed his lips. Pre-cum glossed over the shiny red lips. It looks like Spearman could handle his student taking his mouth's virginity, but couldn't accept the shame of it coming from his "fuck-buddy."
Walker, not to be outdone, reached down and pinched Spearman's nose closed hard with one hand, and with the other swatted away his arms. Spearman eventually opened his mouth and gasped in, but Walker was ready and plunged his fat cock into the throat. "Don't you fucking dare bite me, or I'll rip your fucking dick off. Just take it boy... Yeah faggot, take my cock." Walker was getting into the scene already and just a few inches of his enormous mancock were in Spearman's mouth. "Suck my dick, yeah!" Spearman was turning all shades of red as he tried to oblige. He knew Walker was bigger and stronger than he was.
It wasn't long with my own long fuckstick, curving up to prod Spearman's prostate, before Spearman was moaning again around the cock in his mouth. His dick continued to leak pre-cum and had not gone down the entire time. I moaned with him, running my hands up and down his smooth, chiseled chest. As I rubbed up down Spearman's body I was looking at Walker with lust. How could I get my cock in him too? I would figure it out somehow, but for now I would just content myself with watching the giant stud face fuck his ex-friend. "Come on, Coach. Take off your shirt and play with your big hairy manchest. Tweak your nipples. Let's see those fury pecs." I goaded, trying to get him to play along. It seemed like only the suggestion was needed, because he practically ripped the shirt trying to get it over his head, but he didn't miss a beat in his brutal face fuck.
"Yeah, Spearman. Open your eyes, if you can see through my big balls. This hairy chested man is fucking you. You're getting fucked by a real man. I'm filling your cunt mouth with my mancock and you're liking it. I can tell you're liking it cause your faggot dick is just about to shoot its faggot wad. Yeah, choke on my huge mandick, makes it feel real good." Walker was really getting into it with the dirty talk. He was rubbing his hands over his chest, pinching his nipples and eventually he started running his rough, football-calloused hands over Spearman's chest, grabbing hard at his pecs. It wasn't going to be long before he would be shooting his wad down Spearman's throat I could tell.
Then again, my own dick was almost ready to blow a heavy load into the ass that was now caressing my cock. Spearman was arching his back, moaning under my assault. I reached out and grabbed his cock with both hands and started to jack it, as I got closer. Both my hands were squeezing and releasing the principal's cock as I twisted them around his manpole. Spearman was groaning loudly around the cock. Sweat rolled down the sides of his chest, collecting around him and causing him to slip and slide onto my cock or onto Walker's depending on who was fucking in and who was pulling out.
Walker was pulling on his balls and shouting obscene phrases at Spearman. He seemed to just ignore the fact that I was there. He was settling a personal score with Spearman, or at least it seemed like it. It only took a few more minutes of that heavy face fuck before his balls drew up in their hairy sack. Walker threw his head backwards and shouted, "Get ready cause I'm going to fill your fucking belly full of my man cream, and you're going to swallow each drop and tell me how good it was. Then you're going to thank me for giving you an afternoon snack and you're going to clean my dick for me. Got it?" He roughly slapped the side of Spearman's face and fucked in one more time. "Holy fucking shit! Here it comes. I've been saving this load up for you. Haven't been fucking, just so I could give it all to you. Oh shit! Here it comes... Fuck! Cummmiinnng! Yeah, swallow my cum you pig!"
Of course, this set off a chain reaction. Spearman apparently just really got off on the combination of my fuck, the sperm shooting down his throat, and me giving him a hand job because he really started moaning through the cock and began to fire another big load all over his stomach into the dried remnants of his earlier load. I started rubbing the load into his chest, watching the white gooey jizz spread across his perfect chest, but it was his asshole, clamping down on my cock like crazy that sent me over the edge.
"Yeah, take my mancock up your principal cunt. Milk my cock! Ride me, Spearman! Fucking ride me! Ooh, your man cunt is so tight around my cock. It's milking the cum out of me. Oh fuck, I can't take it anymore. Your sweet ass is just too tight. I'm going to fucking breed you Spearman, yeah! Here it fucking cummss!" The rest of my sentence dissolved into unintelligible garbles as I moaned. I leaned over him, holding my dick still as I pumped six more thick wads of cum into his hairless ass.
Walker pulled his dick out of Spearman's still sucking face so he could swallow the remainder of cum still in his mouth from the massive orgasm. He leaned over and slapped his blushed face again. "Come on now, what are you supposed to tell daddy?"
I couldn't believe how hott this was. My dick was softening inside Spearman's ass, but my mind was still reeling. Spearman's response was quiet, but not hesitant. "Thank you for letting me blow you."
"I didn't hear you!" Walker shouted and slapped Spearman's forehead with his still semi-hard cock, leaving a dot of cum to mark the spot where he had hit.
"Thank you for letting me blow you." Spearman repeated a little louder.
"That's not good enough, faggot. Thank me for letting you SUCK my fucking MAN COCK!"
Spearman grunted and shook his head. "I don't want to say that." He whispered quietly, but he was answered with another hard slap from Walker's hairy cock. "Ok! Thank you for letting me suck your huge MAN COCK, it was so fucking hot. Your huge fucking horse cock made me cum while this shit fucked me. Thank you for letting me swallow your delicious sperm. I love your fucking dick and want to worship it all the time!" He paused, taking a breath. Not necessarily because he was out of breath, but because I shifted my now re-lengthening cock in his ass.
Walker grinned broadly, listening to Spearman. Of course, he hadn't asked him to say all of that, and the fact that Spearman volunteered it showed that maybe he enjoyed it more than he was letting on. He dropped his dick back over Spearman's mouth, and he took it without question. "Yeah, clean my cock faggot. Enjoy it while you can. Who knows when a faggot like you will get another chance at my hot man cock, even though you love it so much. You'll really have to beg next time."
I slowly pulled my cock out of Spearman's ass and smiled when my thick, mushroom head popped out of his once-virgin man cunt. "See you at school, Spearman." I said as I backed away from him. "Looks like you're going to keep him busy for a while, Coach?" I smiled towards him, and then motioned for his ass. "I just got his faggot cunt all greased up for you if you want to take a ride."
"I think I'll take him for a spin, kid. Thanks." He extended his cummy hand, and I shook it. Mmm... I then walked over to the stall and picked up my clothes, sliding up my shorts and then slipping on my shirt. I had never taken off my shoes. Now behind Walker, I couldn't bear to take my eyes of his beautiful bare, hairy ass. Is this what I would like in ten years if I kept working out? Fuck, if it was, I would be in heaven. This fucking jock was the epitome of top-daddy hotness.
"No problem, just enjoy him, complements of me, and maybe sometimes you'll let me suck off your dick?" I proposed, knowing he wouldn't refuse.
"Sure man, whenever the fuck you want, my boy will be ready."
I sauntered out of the bathroom content, knowing that Walker was working right into my plans too. Granted, this isn't how I planned today's encounter, but this was going to make it even easier to take out both of the top-stud jocks if I was right. Regardless, Spearman was going to be shitting cum for about a week, and he would know better than to fucking mess with me again. I taught him a lesson that he would never forget. You never forget your first fuck. I'd give him a week before Spearman will be begging me to fuck him, that's when I'll turn the tables on Walker. I strolled out of the bathroom, not realizing how much the scent of sex had permeated everything until I got outside. I could hear the crazy fuck starting up, and I walked on down the path, hardly able to wait for school tomorrow.