A gay story: Brocurious Ch. 06. Coach Tom’s dick was dangling in front of Mike’s face. I shook the fog of arousal off my mind and realized that I did not like what was happening. As much as I admired Coach, I would not let him cross this line.
A gay story: Brocurious Ch. 06
“Don’t listen to him Mike. Practice is over.”
I stepped closer to Coach Tom. His eyes widened in surprise as he noticed the aggravated gaze in my eyes.
Seeing Mike kneeling before another man who wasn’t me made my blood boil. I was ready to show both Mike and Coach how I felt.
“I’m afraid someone did not understand that this was his puni…UGH!”
With a precise and quick motion, I hurried behind Coach and kicked him behind his knees with solid force. He dropped right in front of Mike, his dick still flopping out of his pants. I put my hands against Coach’s shoulders and made him stay on the ground. Mike gasped and looked at me in shock.
Mike and Coach were on the ground now, their knees almost touching.
“What the hell boy?!”
I stepped around Coach, so I was standing beside them both now. I grabbed them by their hair, yanking on Coach’s hair a little harder. They both gasped and looked up at me with wide eyes.
“You got a little self-conceited there, Coach!”
I spat on Coach. He closed his eyes and jolted his body once my spit landed on his face. Emotion completely overtook my body, and I wasn’t thinking clearly. For a second, I thought that Coach Tom would burst out into anger and jump at me, but as he opened his eyes slowly, he just let out a wild groan. His face lit up in excitement, and a mischievous grin appeared on his face. Mike gasped a word out, but I couldn’t make out what it was.
“YOU are going to be a good boy now, Coach! And do exactly as I say. Or I will get you looked up for being a perv!”
Coach Tom’s face widened, giving me big puppy eyes, a look I had never seen on his manly face before and one that made my dick stir.
I had no idea where all this confidence in me came from, but I knew it was partly triggered, thanks to Mike.
“Please, sir! Don’t tell on me. I’m just an old pathetic perv. Just punish me, sir!”
I would have never thought to hear Coach Tom call me sir! Up until now, Coach has always been my ideal image of masculinity. Seeing him now before me in this emasculating way made me feel all kinds of emotions.
The biggest of them being lust.
“You asked for it you! Start by making it up to your player. Kiss Mike on the lips. Gently.”
“Yes sir!”
Coach put his right arm against Mike’s chest and leaned in close to him.
Their lips were about to touch, and I could feel my dick twitch inside my pants. Coach brushed his lips against Mike’s gently. He gasped and leaned back before pressing his lips against Choach’s mouth hectically.
Seeing my best friend and Coach making out in front of me blew my mind. As Coach and Mike continued to kiss and suck on their lips, I pulled my aching dick out of my pants.
I watched as the make-out session before me became more and more intense. Coach and Mike were whimpering now, turning me on like crazy.
“Fuck. Keep on kissing just like that.”
I started caressing Mike’s and Coach’s hair and positioned myself closer. My dick was almost poking their cheeks, but they ignored it and continued to kiss.
All of our dicks were hard by now, and Mike’s looked like it could rip a hole through his shorts any second.
I pushed my hips forward so my hard dick was pressing against their faces now.
“Now kiss on this!”
My breath stopped as I felt my dick slip between both lips in front of it.
Coach and Mike did not stop making out, but my dick was in their way now. Between the wet kisses, Coach’s mustache rubbed against my dick occasionally, sending shivers through my body. My grip around Coach’s and Mike’s hair tightened, and I started to moan with them.
I pulled Coach’s head back, and he started gasping air like a dog.
Mike was giving me a disappointed look for disrupting the action.
“Open up wide, you big slut!”
Coach Tom widened his jaw to the fullest extent, inviting my dick into his throat.
“Ehhhhh!”
Knowing he would handle it, I pushed my whole length into his mouth with no regard. Like a bitch in heat, Coach Tom immediately started gobbling on my shaft. The disappointed look on Mike’s face turned into shock and amazement.
“Not so tough now, huh Coach?”
I still held onto Coach’s hair and started pulling his head up and down on my dick more hectically. The sounds he was making aroused my brain.
“Damn, Bro! I did not know Coach Tom was this hungry for another dude’s dick! Look at him go.”
Gurg! Slurp!
“Fuck! You can learn aAGH, thing or tw..oo from him Mike. Get a good look.”
Sluuurp!
“Sure thing Bro haha! It’s just a different kind of practice.”
While Coach was still giving it his all, Mike scooted closer to us and started to take in what was happening before him. He gave me occasional smiles of approval that almost made me go crazy. Sometimes Mike and Coach made eye contact with me simultaneously, and I almost came immediately. Especially cause Coach Tom was giving me one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever had.
As good as it felt to face fuck Coach, I couldn’t stand it anymore to look at Mike’s face, so I pulled out my dick and pressed it into Mike’s mouth. He opened his mouth slowly and made big eyes. Once he realized what was happening, his focus shifted, and he pressed his lips against my shaft tightly as he started to suck on it.
Coach Tom was gasping, a little out of breath, while Mike was moaning around my dick. What was happening was crazy hot, and I could feel the cum wanting to jizz out of my dick already. Mike let my dick slide out of his mouth for a moment.
“Your Pre tastes so good Bro!”
And he went right back to sucking the big dick in front of him.
I did not want to cum, yet this moment was too erotic to let it go to waste this quickly. I focused on relaxing a little, and that was when I realized we were still in the middle of our football field. At our Uni! This was way too risky, even for our crazy standards. The last thing I wanted was for us to go to jail for indecent exposure.
I hesitantly pulled Mike off my dick and started pulling up my shorts.
“We need to take this somewhere else.”
Coach Tom looked around, his old demeanor returning to him.
“You are right let’s take this to my office!”
As we stepped into the Coach’s office, I was immediately struck by the air of authority that permeated the room. The space was well-lit, with large windows allowing natural light to pour in, highlighting the rich, mahogany tones of the wooden furniture. As usual, the imposing presence of Coach’s big, sturdy wooden desk positioned against the far wall grabbed my attention. My dick stirred as I imagined what I was about to do in this room.
Coach’s desk was a grand centerpiece, exuding a sense of history and importance. Its polished surface glistened under the soft glow of a desk lamp, casting a warm light over the piles of papers, game plans, and scouting reports neatly arranged upon it.
Behind the desk stood Coach’s leather chair, the embodiment of comfort and authority. And, of course, the framed photographs on the walls present memorable moments in his career. These images showcased our team celebrating on the field, forming a visual reminder of our achievements and Coach’s impact on the lives of countless athletes.