Here’s how Jake ran into Coach Norton again;
After college, I moved to a city near the small town I grew up in. I found an apartment and proceeded to establish my new life. I ended up joining a small but surprisingly complete gym near my apartment.
My first Saturday there, I went to the gym at 6 am (I’m an early riser) since it was open. It was weird though—I was the only one there. So I worked out all alone and built up a good sweat. After finishing I headed to the locker-room where I was planning on hitting the steam room for a bit.
When I got to my locker, I discovered I wasn’t alone—someone else must have worked out too because there was a pile of gym clothes nearby my locker including what looked like a well-used jockstrap sitting on top. It was all I could do to keep myself from grabbing the jockstrap and putting to my nose to inhale the manly aromas. I peeled off my sweaty tank top, shorts and jockstrap and left it in a pile on the floor just like the other pile.
I headed to the gang shower to rinse off, grabbed a towel and proceeded to the steam room. As I entered the steam room, I could make out that someone else was there but the steam was too thick to see clearly. I could tell that the other guy was a stud: he had muscular legs, a huge dick (it looked to be 7 inches soft!), and a treasure trail the led to a hairy chest. My cock started to swell—I had to will it down. I sat down. As the steam cleared more, I could see that he had a salt-and-pepper beard and hair, a handsome face. That’s when I realized I knew him!
“Coach Norton?” It was my middle school wrestling coach! His eyes blinked open. “Jake? My god it’s been years! How’ve you been?” He reached his hand out to shake mine. As I got up and reached over to shake his hand, my towel fell to the floor revealing my semi-hard cock in all its glory. I sat closer to him and filled him in on how I just moved here for a job.
He filled me in on what he’d been up to. After his mother passed away, he inherited her house in the city, retired and bought the gym to keep himself busy. While we talked I glanced down at his cock and saw that it was not longer flaccid but growing larger and larger. I tried to be discreet but he must have seen me looking. “Don’t mind him,” he said. “He’s got a mind of his own, especially when he sees another hot guy.” Wait, did I hear correctly?
The confusion on my face must have registered on him. “Yup, I’m into guys just like you.” I was floored. I asked how he knew I was gay and he said he’s known since I was in middle school. My cock continued to swell and reached full mast. I’m pretty good sized (around 7 inches hard) but Coach Norton was huge—he had to be at least 9 inches and really thick. I couldn’t resist and reached out to feel that hunk of man meat. “Mmmm,” he moaned. “Why don’t you get on your knees and suck me?” He didn’t have to ask twice. He obliged me by spreading his legs wider to give me access.
He had a huge ball sac that had been shaved smooth and, as a said before, thick and long shaft. I ran my tongue from his scrotum and up his veiny cock. Even though he was hard, his long foreskin still covered the tip of his manhood. I pulled it back and gently licked up the precum that had been accumulating on the tip of his dick. I savored the salty sweetness before wrapping my lips around his cockhead. I ran my tongue underneath his foreskin and gently nibbled on it. “Yeah, that’s it,” he moaned in approval.
That’s when I took the plunge and engulfed him completely. “Fuck! That’s amazing! Looks like you learned a lot in college”. He gently put his hand on my head guiding me as I went down on him wrapping my throat muscles around his huge cock. I hummed gently to increase the vibrations on his dick. “Let’s go to my office,” he said.
He led me out of the steam room, past the showers and lockers to his office. Once there, he quickly closed the door. I looked around. There was a desk, massage table and wrestling mat on the floor. He bent me over the massage table, spread my ass cheeks and began rimming me. I could feel the hairs of his beard scraping my ass cheeks. My eyes rolled back in my head with pleasure. “Fuck” I cried in ecstasy as he fucked me with his tongue. “You’ve got one of the most beautiful assess I’ve ever seen,” he said as he slapped my ass. My cock, pressed against the massage table, left smears of precum all over the surface. After getting me nice and wet with his tongue, he slowly began inserting fingers into my waiting hole. One…two…then three. I was going to need him to loosen me up before letting his monster cock into my mancunt. “Fuck me,” I begged. He went to his desk and grabbed a bottle of lube. He stroked his giant dick and it continued to grow. Oh my god! Could I really take all of his manmeat? He rolled back his foreskin, his cockhead glistening with his precum. I licked my lips in anticipation. He liberally applied lube to his quivering dick and pressed its head against my waiting bunghole. “Relax. Just breathe deeply,” he whispered as he slowly began pushing his cock into me. I could feel him slowly parting my ass cheeks, pushing deeper and deeper into me. I began feeling the searing pain as he started to push past my sphincter. “That’s it, don’t fight it—just let it slide in.” Suddenly I felt a pop and he was in. I cried out in pain and pleasure. He wasn’t completely in and just kept pushing and sliding in more. I finally felt the hair of his trimmed pubes against my skin. He pumped slowly…in…out…in…out. It was the most amazing mansex I had ever experienced. This went on for several minutes before he pulled out of me. I turned to him in horror—my ass felt so empty—why did he stop? He smiled at me reading my mind. “Don’t worry,” he growled in the most erotic voice. I don’t want to cum too fast. Besides, I don’t want to ignore your friend there,” as he pointed at my cock.
He guided me to the wrestling mat on the floor. He poured some lube on his fingers and started finger fucking me. He licked the precum off of my cockhead then promptly wrapped his lips around my engorged dick. “Mmm,” he murmured in appreciation. He alternated sucking my cock and my ball sack, bringing me to the edge before stopping then starting again, “You ready to be split open again?” He said. “Yes,” I panted. He then did the most amazing thing. He bent my legs back so that they were against my chest and my shins were against his chest. It was a weird position—he bent me back further then pressed his cockhead against my waiting hole. He pushed slowly and felt myself being spread open—wider and wider. He fucked me slowly, going in and out hitting my prostate with each deep stroke. Each time he hit my prostate, I would see stars—the way he had me allowed him maximal access to my G-spot. I could feel the precum leaking out of my cock all over my abs and legs but because of how he had my legs positioned, I couldn’t touch my cock at all. I was on sensory overload—the smell of mansex filled the air, his animal like grunts as he fucked me and then it happened. “Oh God,” I cried as my spunk erupted from my cock. It was an amazing feeling—I’ve never orgasmed hands free. Coach Norton pulled out of me and furiously beat his meat. He let out a loud roar as semen sprayed out of his uncut monster and all over my chest and abs. I looked up at him—he was panting and his chest hair was matted from all of the sweat that was pouring from his body. He bent down over me and proceeded to lick our mixed manjuice off of my sweaty abs and chest. He then proceeded to kiss me. My mouth opened to his to accept our combined spunk. It tasted incredible—salty, sweet, and bitter all at once. He collapsed next to me still panting. “That was one incredible fuck,” he said. I couldn’t get enough of him. I bent down between his legs and licked his dick clean, savoring the taste of his spunk. “That’s a good boy,” he said. “But I think we need to hit the showers to properly clean up.”
We headed out of his office butt naked. I didn’t care if anyone saw us as I enjoyed the afterglow of the most spectacular mansex I’ve ever experienced. We walked past the lockers and I stopped dead in my tracks. There was a naked guy standing there with his face buried my and Coach Norton’s sweaty jockstraps. He had the most beautiful body. His tight olive skin clearly outlined his muscular frame. His body was completely hairless including his pubes. It made him look even larger. “Hello Lonnie,” Coach Norton said, “You remember Jake, don’t you?” The naked Adonis before me lifted his head out of the sweaty jocks. I saw his face as he smiled. “I certainly do.” To my shock it was Lorenzo who was the captain of my High School swim team!
Lorenzo walked up to me, staring at me with his dreamy eyes and extended his hand. “It’s been a long time, Jake.” He turned and walked towards Coach Norton. “It looks like you’ve been getting reacquainted,” as he reached out and scooped some of the cum that was left in Coach’s beard. Lorenzo, or Lonnie as Coach called him, licked the glistening spunk off his finger. “Tasty,” he said. Even though I had orgasmed not too long ago, I could feel the familiar stirring in my cock as I stared at Lonnie’s perfectly sculpted butt and incredible body. He was pure muscle but not huge like a body builder. Rather he was the perfectly proportioned man that would make Michelangelo’s David feel inadequate.
“He’s got an amazing ass,” Coach Norton said to me. “You ought to try it. Lonnie, what do you think? Maybe the two of you should get ‘reacquainted’ too.” “With pleasure,” Lonnie said. He spoke softly in the lower part of his voice—it was so erotic. He bent over and offered up his ass to me. It was truly beautiful—it was round, firm and perfectly smooth. I gently ran my hand across his ass. He sucked in and gasped and his body was suddenly covered with goose pimples. I knelt down and spread his asscheeks apart revealing a perfectly pink and hairless asshole. I could feel my cock getting rock hard just looking at his puckered rosebud. I didn’t need any more encouragement and buried my face in his crack and starting tonguing his enticing manhole. “Mmmm,” Lonnie purred, “that’s awesome.” I looked over to Coach Norton. He was gently stroking his cock, pulling his foreskin back and forth with his thumb and index finger. He was enjoying watching me rim Lonnie because his monster cock was beginning to grow again. He walked over and stood in front of Lonnie and slapped his face gently with his hardening dick. Lonnie parted his lips and Coach slid his manhood into Lonnie’s waiting mouth. “That’s it Lonnie, make me nice and hard.” Coach looked at me and said, “Go ahead Jake; I want to see you fuck him.” I didn’t have to be asked twice. I inserted my finger into Lonnie—he was already lubed up! He squirmed with pleasure. I slowly pushed my dick into him. It slid in easily. I began slowly pumping in and out of Lonnie matching Coach’s rhythm. With each push, Lonnie gripped his ass muscles around my dick—I was in heaven. A few moments later, Coach pulled out and proceeded to walk behind me. I felt his dickhead press against my ass. I pushed back and he slid into my already lubed up hole. I would have cried out but he muffled my moaning with his sweaty jockstrap. I inhaled the aroma of his musky man smell. My mind was on overload. I couldn’t believe that I had gone from spit roasting Lonnie to being the middle of a sandwich with Lonnie and Coach. I was getting close but Coach was getting closer. Lonnie must have sensed it too because he pulled away and kneeled down in front of me and Coach. Coach pumped his cock spraying his man milk all over Lonnie’s face. That what put me over the edge—I also filled Lonnie’s waiting mouth with my spunk. I was wiped as I slowly caught my breath. The area around us smelled of sweat, cum and mansex. Coach and Lonnie were also panting.
“Let’s head for the shower,” Coach said. I followed them in a slight daze over to the showers. What happened next was beyond my wildest dreams. Instead of turning on the shower, Lonnie knelt down and Coach promptly started pissing on him! “C’mon Jake, join me.” I walked over and starting spraying Lonnie with a golden shower. Lonnie hadn’t cum yet but that was soon to change. While we were pissing on him, he was frantically jacking himself. Just as our piss streams stopped, Lonnie let out a cry. I watched his cock erupt as blasts of hot sperm shot out all over his chest and our legs.
“That was fucking hot,” Lonnie panted. I had to agree as I kissed him. The three of us took a shower and headed off to the sauna to dry off. We agreed that we would get together again next Saturday if not sooner. I can’t wait!
