Two Coaches

[hardrod]

Coach Martin was a dick. Everyone fucking hated him. He pushed us all to the edge and wouldn’t stop until someone broke down in tears.

 

Coach Donaldson was the good guy. The one everyone liked. We loved football because of him. He was cool. He was hot. He was fucking hot.

 

At 28, Coach Donaldson was the youngest defensive coach our school ever had. At 6’0, 190 lbs, he was a god. His short, wavy, blonde hair contrasted with the bronzed skin of his chiseled, structured face. Sinews of muscle outlined his t-shirt and shorts. His arms practically burst the seams, and his legs nearly ripped the shorts he wore. The total package was fantastic, but there was another package that I was dying to see.

 

I was late. I was always late. Couldn’t help it. For some innate reason, I never arrived to practice on time. Every minute we were late, we got to run a lap for it after practice. Thirty minutes = thirty laps. Luckily, I’d gotten used to all the running. Plus Donaldson was in charge of making sure we did our laps, and he’d always go easy on us.

 

It was an unusually hot, humid, Houston day. I stumbled on the field a fucking forty-five minutes late. Martin was pissed off as usual, grumbling something along the lines of why the hell I even bothered to show up for practices in the first place. I didn’t catch his exact comments; one--I didn’t care, and two--Martin had his shirt off. For a man approaching his forties, Martin was cut. He definitely could back up all the crap talk he spewed.

 

I was getting a rise just watching his sweat-drenched torso. The glistening sun tracing the curves of his ripped muscles made me horny. I wanted that man. I wanted to see what was hidden in those shorts. The small trail of hair from his navel that ended at his shorts tempted me even further. I was getting a hard-on from a man I fucking hated and loving it!

 

With my eyes transfixed on Martin, I hadn’t noticed Coach Donaldson walking up behind me.

 

“Jackson, finally made it huh? Good, I want to switch Carter out and put you in. Let’s get in some good plays before practice is over okay?”

 

“Huh? Oh, yes sir,” I stammered, pulling my eyes off from Martin and turning them towards Donaldson.

 

I practically fell over when my eyes saw Donaldson. He too had taken off his shirt because of the scorching August heat. Luckily I was wearing my cup or my boner would have popped out. He was truly a god. I wanted to drop to my knees that instant and worship his body. I wanted to suck those gorgeous nipples and bathe his sweaty chest with my tongue.

 

I wanted to pull out my boner right then and there. Of course, I was able to hold enough composure to last the rest of practice, messing up most of the plays, and pissing Martin off even more.

 

I truly didn’t care about practice. I wanted to go somewhere and jack off to the images of today’s events. I was so hot; I could feel my dick sliding around all that precum jizz I had oozed during practice.

 

But I had to do my laps! I was pissed. I didn’t know how long I could hold off. To my good fortune, there were only two other guys who had to run. Fifteen minutes after the last guy finished his three laps Coach Donaldson announced his plans to leave the field and told me I only had to do another ten laps.

 

I typically would have run those last ten laps if it had been any other day, but today I was too horny to finish up. I waited until Coach disappeared into the building and made a straight dash towards the locker room.

 

It seemed all the guys had finished up and headed home and I was the only one left. I could hear Donaldson and Martin in their offices so I knew it would be safer for me in the stalls. I jumped into the nearest stall and pulled out my throbbing hard boner. I started stroking it with reckless passion. The head was red and oozing out more precum than I had ever seen before. Just as I was about to cum, I heard rumblings in the locker room. I immediately stopped all motions and stood in utter silence.

 

“You said Jackson’s still outside doing his laps? Good, that gives us enough time to clean up and head out. I can’t fucking wait until they turn on the water in our offices. What’s the god damn deal? Do they think we don’t take showers during the summer?”

 

At that very moment Coach Martin strolled into the shower, buck naked and turned on the water. I don’t know how I stopped myself from creaming the stall walls; he was fucking gorgeous. And his dick! For the first time, I got a chance to look at what he was packing. Low hanging balls with a nice juicy cock. It had to have been at least 5 inches. He was cut and it was amazing watching the purple head bouncing as the water cascaded down his body. I was in heaven.

 

Seconds later, he was joined by Donaldson! I almost fell off the toilet on which I was hiding when I saw him. It was completely hairless around his dick! He had shaven his entire body; the shaved pubes further enhanced his gorgeous, uncut dick. It was slightly shorter than Martin’s but much thicker, and definitely a little harder!

 

“Damn Eric, I’m so glad I let you shave my dick. I get so horny just seeing it like that.”

 

Oh my God! Coach Martin shaved Coach Donaldson’s dick! What the fuck is going on?

 

“Yeah, I knew you’d like it.” And with that Coach Martin bent over and started sucking Donaldson’s nipples.

 

“Mmmm. Yeah, that feels good. Suck it hard. Let me know how much you want them. Lick those tits,” Donaldson uttered as he leaned back against the nozzle.

 

Martin, with his agile tongue, traced the curves of Donaldson’s muscular chest as the water poured out the jets. His dick started to harden as he played with Donaldson’s nipples, working his way down to Donaldson’s navel, and then finally the thing he wanted most.

 

Martin slowly, teasing, pulled the foreskin back from Donaldson’s head and licked his cock with the slightest flicker. Donaldson smiled as his dick hardened to attention from the touch.

 

“Come on Eric, I know you wanna suck it,” Donaldson teased.

 

Without further resistance, Martin devoured the massive cock in front of him. His lips encircled the entire length of Donaldson’s cock and slid expertly in and out, swallowing the thick, throbbing, swollen member.

 

“Ahhh yeah. That’s it baby. Show me what you can do. Suck that cock.” Donaldson was clearly enjoying the service. His eyes were closed, his hands on Martin’s head guiding him. Donaldson started bucking and swaying under the cascading water, his thrust growing harder with each stroke.

 

Martin was obviously not complaining either. One hand stroked his pulsating erection while the other was making its way inside Donaldson’s tempting hole.

 

As the water poured over their defined bodies, both men took immense pleasure in each other’s company. It appeared as if they had both done this before. And moments later, they switched positions without uttering a word.

 

Martin stood and faced the wall, leaning over and arching his back. Donaldson slowly knelt down and shoved his face against Martin’s eager ass. Donaldson drove his tongue in circles around Martin’s pink hole and flickered in and out. With one free, strong hand, he reached around and grabbed his partner’s lonely dick. The other reached around and gave attention to Martin’s much-deserved nipples.

 

Moans of pleasure arose from both men, growing louder, more urgent with every passing thrust. Before long, Martin grunted his arrival and shot forth loads of delicious pearls of white cum. It hit the shower wall and mixed with the running water. Donaldson’s hand, never releasing itself from Martin’s dick, stroked every ounce of cum out. By orgasm’s end, it was drenched with Martin’s jizz.

 

When Donaldson finally released the cock from his imprisonment with one final tug, he moved it to his mouth where he hungrily tasted the seeds of his partner. Without effort, Donaldson stood up, walked to his towel, reached underneath and pulled out a condom.

 

Ripping the package open with his cum-lined teeth, he released the condom from its confines and rolled it onto his dick.

 

Martin reached for the soap dispenser and pumped out some onto his hands. He reached across to his partner and started stroking Donaldson’s cock, bouncing and playing with it as he lubed it up for entry.

 

Upon completion of his task, he turned around and assumed the position. Donaldson stepped up behind Martin teasingly slapping his cock on Martin’s ass, tempting the man. Before long, the thick, hard head was inside the hole. Martin’s grimace of pain turned to clear pleasure moments later as Donaldson started thrusting slowly. His slow, gentle thrusts gave way to harder, faster ones and from the grunts Donald was making, it was clear he was about to cum.

 

Martin released himself from Donaldson’s hold and turned around facing his partner. Donaldson quickly pulled off the condom and with his massive hands, grabbed both dicks, furiously stroking. In seconds, Donaldson released a loud grunt and shot his load, shaking as he came, releasing his grip on both dicks. His stroking was replaced by Martin’s, who soon came for a second time.

 

Both laughed as they shuttered for the final time, Martin, leaning over and licking the cum off his partner’s chest.

 

Both men cleaned up and left the showers, making it safe for my exit. I had cum all over. I hadn’t even touched myself. I just watched and I managed to have the best orgasm ever. Shit I needed a shower.

 

As I undressed and grabbed my towel, I saw Coach Donaldson reappear from his office without his towel.

 

“Oh, Jackson. I didn’t hear you come in,” Coach Donaldson stammered, covering his nakedness with his hands.

 

With a smirk, I replied, “Yeah Coach, just finished up, need a shower. Were you planning on taking one too?”

 

“No, no,” he replied. “I actually forgot something in there.”

 

With that he quickly entered the showers and bent over to pick up something on the floor, which he quickly flushed down the toilet (the one I was in). I got to enjoy another quick glimpse of his ass as it disappeared into his office.