They had always enjoyed a friendly rivalry when they weren’t playing around with each other in
They had always enjoyed a friendly rivalry when they weren’t playing around with each other in the playroom and leather sex clubs in the large city close to both their universities. In fact they had first met each other as competing Coaches, but had not been aware of each other’s special interests until they had run each other in backroom of a leather bar.When Coach Adams from the opposing team had learned that Coach Johnson’s star player was injured and sitting out the next game, he had felt really confident in his team’s ability to win. So much so, that he made a bet–the kind of bet you make when you’re very confident: winner gets the afternoon from (noon to five) on the first Saturday after the game with the Coach AND the starting line up. Of course no one anticipated such a quick recovery and the medical release just hours before the basketball game started. While his players stripped out of their clothes, Coach Adams lay in bondage, staring up the length of the dildo protruding from his mouth. As Coach Johnson handcuffed each of the naked players, he caught Coach Adam’s eye from the bed: “Don’t give me that look. And don’t even think I’ll believe you if you try to tell me that you wouldn’t be doing something equally humiliating to me if you had won the game.”The players looked confused, and a little scared, but Coach Adams had a good guess what was going to happen. He could only imagine himself, his face smeared with lube and ass juices as his players rode his face. It was really more Coach Adams that Johnson was wanting to mess with, so Coach took his time opening each of the five college athlete–tall, muscular young men–preparing them for the dildo fuck they’d receive. He rimmed them first, and then followed that with lubed fingers, making sure to slicken them with a generous amount of greasy lube–imagining it leaking from their holes, around the dildo, and onto Coach Adam‘s face–smeared across his cheeks and forehead as they would grind against him. Once loosened and lubed, he’d slip a small plug up their asses to keep them open. Each was hard and dripping as he turned his attention to their Coach. One by one, the players mounted their Coach’s face, with Coach looking up into their deeply trenched muscular butts, seeing their loosened pink holes as Coach helped to line them up with the dildo tip. And then he’d see the dildo slowly disappear until he was smothered by the muscular fleshy bubble butt cheeks. And they rode him. Some bounced up and down, giving him just a brief glimpse of light until his entire face was gain covered by jock ass–that is until the lube and ass wetness was so thick on his face he could no longer open his eyes without feeling the sting of it. He’d hear his players grunting and moaning–their hands still cuffed behind them–but Coach Johnson was probably working their nips and jacking their cocks to increase their pleasure and to get them so wrapped up in the pleasure of the moment that they’d not be able to go easy on their Coach–instead bouncing and grinding harder. And Coach would mount them faced toward Coach Adam’s stretched out torso, and he’d feel their cum spraying his body and feel the clamping grip of their spasming asses on the dildo in his mouth. -- source link