A gay story: Coach Tom's Rookie Mistake Ch. 04 I woke up and had to double check that last night wasn’t some crazy dream. But no, Victor’s bulky frame was taking over more than half of my bed. Good thing I had a king. Worst of all, my arms were wrapped around him and he was pressing his fat ass right against my dick. My rock hard cock that went far beyond morning wood. It was so hard that if Victor moved his hips, there was no way I wouldn’t explode instantly.
I shifted uncomfortably. Why were my sheets wet? Memories came flooding back. When we fucked, we did it on top of the covers. I reached down to pat the area dry and realized where it was coming from.
Victor was leaking like crazy. The big cleft of his ass was soaking wet, and a slow trickle of pussy juice was leaking out. He must have been like this all night long. Was this normal? I tried to remember the handful of times I’d woken up with Luke in the same bed. But he was never this bad.
I reached down and rubbed Vic’s ass cheeks, my fingers sinking into his flesh. Victor let out a low, sleepy moan and shifted, opening his legs slightly so I could wiggle my finger in between those mountains he calls an ass and touch my fingertip to his hole.
Yep, that just confirmed it. Victor was making a mess. Was it because of me? I knew from Luke that guys with Carson’s Syndrome could be triggered by almost anything, but most of the time it was from being turned on or in the presence of a big dick. And it seems like the current situation met the criteria for both.
Victor groggily stirred, his body shifting and eyelids slowly fluttering awake.
“Mornin’ Coach,” in his sleepy state, Victor’s Southern accent was stronger. “Ya gonna keep teasin’ me or are ya gonna finger my pussy?”
I took a deep breath and started working more fingers in between his cheeks. I was prodding and pulling on the outside of his hole. It was so tiny, so tight. I actually think it was a little puffy, probably from the serious reaming I gave him last night. In fact, it almost kind of reminded me of real pussy. Nice puffy labia…
Fuck, that turned me on.
Victor moaned as I slid in one finger, then two, then three effortlessly. “Aw, yeah, Coach. Finger that cunt. Nice pink pussy for ya to use. It’s yers, Coach, do anything ya want with it.”
I guess curiosity took over, because I kept finger fucking Vic’s pussy, marveling at how wet he was. Was I doing this to him? It was flattering to think that just being near me put Vic in this state. Like he was so horny he couldn’t stop his pussy from preparing itself for my cock. Fuck, that thought made my dick throb.
Schlik Schlik Schlik
The sound of my fingers squelching as they plunged in and out of Vic’s pussy filled the room. The more forcefully I slid my fingers in and out, the more sound it made. Vic’s pussy juice was bubbling out of his cunt now, and the fingering just seemed to up his juice production even more. I was slamming three fingers in and out of his cunt while Victor buried his face in my pillow, biting back moans as he pushed back against my fingers.
Fuck, he wanted more. I just knew it. I grabbed my dick with my free hand and slapped it against his fat cheeks. The contact made his cheeks ripple then jiggle, like a perpetual motion machine of ass. I withdrew my fingers from Vic’s cunt, which made the cocky jock whimper a little. But then I grabbed my cock and guided it to his hole, pressing the head up against it…
KNOCK
“Dad, you up?”
I froze on the spot. Oh fuck. Oh no.
Riley.
Victor jolted awake. When did Riley get home? By the time Vic and I were here she was gone. That means she must have come in after us. Was it when we had already fallen asleep? Or fuck, did she hear me and Victor last night?
I was barely coming to terms with being bi. I didn’t know what I could possibly say to my daughter. Riley was always the moodier and more defiant of the two. How would she take it? She had some gay friends, but it must be different when it’s your dad, right? And fuck, what would she think of me and Victor? I must look like someone in a mid-life crisis going after someone fresh out of college.
“Dad?”
I was so wrapped up in my panic I forgot to reply to Riley.
“Yeah, Riles, I’m uh… don’t come in, I’m changing.” I had no idea if she’d believe that.
“Ew, Dad. Like I would want to see you naked.”
I ignored the comment. “Uh… what time did you get in last night?”
“A little after midnight. Don’t get mad, Dad, it was Friday night. By the time I got home you were already asleep.”
Oh thank god, fuck. Considering I had given Victor a ride, she must have not suspected that there was another person in the house.
“Anyways, Becky is gonna pick me up in 10. I’ll probably get back after dinner.”
I liked giving my girls independence, but Riley really pushed it. I saw Chrissy more often than her, and Chrissy was living in a dorm an hour away at State. But I really couldn’t have Riley hanging around here while I figured out what to do with Victor.
I heard Riley’s footsteps moving away from the door. I leaned down into Victor’s ear, “Don’t make any noise. Wait until she’s gone. I swear to fucking god, Vic. She can’t find out about this.”
Vic looked at me wide eyed. He just nodded, lips tightly pursed together, and made a zipping motion with his fingers.
I quickly got out of bed and threw on a pair of shorts and a ratty t-shirt. I opened the door slightly to make my way into the hallway, then shut it behind me.
Riley was in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. When she saw me she wrinkled her nose and made a face of disgust. “Wow, Dad, you reek. Did you forget to take a shower after going to the gym?”
I gulped down. I hated lying to my baby girl, but I didn’t know if she could handle the truth. I didn’t even think I could handle it right now.
“Yeah, sorry. I was so exhausted I fell right asleep,” Riley just shrugged in response and went back to her cereal. A talker my girl was not. “Where are you going with Becky today?” I asked gingerly, knowing that one wrong move could set off a landmine.
“Just out, Dad! Sheesh, you don’t have to interrogate me, I’m seventeen! She’s here anyways, bye!” Riley grabbed her bag and stomped out the door. Damnit, I wasn’t doing great with this single father thing. I couldn’t get Riley to open up to me and when I tried she just pulled farther back into her shell.
I waited for Becky’s car to pull away then gave it a few more minutes to make sure Riley wouldn’t come back. Once the coast was clear, I padded back down the hall and found Victor in my bed, covers torn off, face down, the glorious creamy white peaks of his ass on display in their full glory. My cock had gone down when I went to check on Riley, but now it was back to full mast.
Victor looked at me staring at his ass, that cocky smirk on his face again. God I wanted to scrub it off him. He looked so pleased with himself.
“She didn’t hear anything. Fuck Vic, that was close. You gotta be quiet!”
Vic looked sheepish again. “Sorry Coach. Didn’t realize she was home. But she’s gone now, right? So I can make as much noise as I want,” Vic asked, slipping out of his accent now that he was fully awake.
I approached him, getting on the bed on all fours to grab his fat cheeks.
“Wanna make me scream, Coach?”
God I wanted to. I wanted to make Victor squeal like last night. Something about that big muscle stud letting out a girly moan from getting his pussy stuffed with my big dick…
I slid my fingers back into his ass effortlessly and started scooping out pussy juice to slather on my dick.
“Coach, you know I’d never turn down your dick, but I had another idea.”
I looked at him skeptically and pulled my fingers from his pussy.
“Why don’t I feed you breakfast?” he chuckled, reaching back to spread his cheeks nice and wide, giving a full view of that perfectly smooth muscle cunt. Fuck, I was right. His asslips were a little puffy from last night, and it looked more like a real pussy. My dick twitched.
I stopped in place though. Feed me breakfast? He didn’t mean…did he?
“C’mon Coach, I know you’ve ate pussy before. It’s the same thing. I promise it’s delicious. Five star gourmet meal.” Victor laughed at his own joke.
Did I really wanna do it? I had to admit I’ve been curious. And I did like eating pussy – when I hooked up with women, I would end up spending a lot of time going down on them to prepare them for my big dick. But something about licking an ass…
But it wasn’t an ass, right? It was a pussy. It looked like a pussy. It got wet like pussy. I brought my fingers up to my mouth, still covered in Vic’s ass-slop. I tentatively stuck out my tongue to get just a tiny taste of it…
And felt an instant rush of lust take over me. Holy fucking god DAMN that tasted good. FUCK. It was like going from 0 to 10 in horniness. And I was already horny, too. My mouth started watering and I just wanted to taste more of Victor.
“I’ve never done this before…” I said in a low voice, bending down to bring my face closer to Victor’s tight little snatch.
“C’mon Coach. See my puffy, pink lips? Eat like how’d ya eat pussy, cuz that’s what it is.”
Damn. Looking at Victor’s hole, it honestly did look a little like a pussy. Obviously I knew it was really an asshole, but when it’s pink, a little puffy, and leaking out juice, it’s not hard to make the connection. I was a little apprehensive about licking a guy’s hole… but fuck it!
I dove forward, sticking my tongue out and licking up from Victor’s taint. Sweet! His pussy juice tasted just as amazing as before; I couldn’t get enough. He sank into the bed and let out a low moan. I gave his pussy several long, drawn out licks, just to tease him a little bit. For someone who was otherwise so forward, Victor really was a submissive slut in the bedroom.
“Mmmm… fuck Coach!” Victor moaned, pushing his ass back against my face, begging for me to pick up the pace and really tongue fuck him. But I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction just yet. Something about getting revenge on Vic for being a tease was a fucking turn on. I tried to ignore my rock hard dick and focus instead on pleasing Vic’s pussy with my mouth.
I finally made contact with my lips on Vic’s cunt, giving him a soft kiss right over his tight ring. At first they were nothing more than a few quick pecks, then I started to really make out with them. Victor was squirming on the bed, trying to get me to eat him out harder.
I darted my tongue out and flicked it against his cunt. That made Victor yelp, giving him the stimulation he craved.
“Fuck… Coach!! My pussy… eat my fucking pussy… chew on my labia, FUCK!!”
I figured Vic had gotten enough slow torture, so I decided to turn it up a notch. I was mashing my lips against his pussy, flicking my tongue against his sensitive hole, doing everything I could to get him opened up for me.
I was going crazy as I alternated licking with drinking down his juice – but it was quickly becoming too much. Victor was soaked, his pussy went from a trickle to a full on stream of juice that ran over his taint and pooled on the sheets under his balls.
Victor went up on his knees, arching his back and shoving his fat bubble butt into my face. I’d never eaten ass before – and what an ass to eat for your first time. His creamy white asscheeks on each side of my face, I could feel them bounce and jiggle slightly the more I drove my tongue into him.
Victor was squirming underneath me, rocking his hips back and forth to help me get deeper into him. I could hear a nonstop stream of moans coming from him, fuck and eat and my pussy and Daddy coming out in yelps every time I flicked my tongue against him, or grabbed his cheeks and felt my fingers sink into his soft assflesh.
I was curious about something – I’d never felt another guy’s hard dick before. And I could tell Victor was rock hard. I was actually surprised to see that he was pretty well hung. Not as big as me, since most men weren’t, but still pretty impressive. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and gave it a squeeze, only to be stopped when Victor grabbed my wrist. I stopped rimming him and lifted my face to look at him in confusion.
“Just… just focus on my pussy, Daddy. Please. I’m your girl, don’t worry about that. Just my pussy.”
I felt a little odd, but also turned on. Being a guy, I figured Victor would want to get his cock stroked. But if he didn’t, that was fine too. I obliged him and dove my face back into his ass, tongue lashing and lips mashing to get him opened up again.
I was so turned on that this big muscle stud was being a total pussy for me. Victor was so strong, so masculine. But to see his huge biceps flesh as he grabbed the sheets, or how his back flexed when he pushed his hips against my face, his strong shoulders pushing into the bed. Victor may be a big muscle stud, a portrait of hot muscle, but he was MY pussy.
My jaw started to get a little sore – it’d been too long since I ate pussy. But I wanted to make it good for Victor. I remember how much I used to love eating Claire out until she orgasmed – for some reason I wanted that for Victor too.
“Mmmm fuck Daddy, your tongue feels so good in my pussy. My tight little cunt for you, Dad. Eat your son out, fuck!”
I lifted my mouth off his hole, eliciting a whimper. My throat was thick from working overtime to keep up with the stream of pussy juice. “Yeah, son. Daddy is gonna eat your pussy until you squirt. Wanna squirt for Daddy?”
Victor just arched his back further, reaching back to fully spread his ass cheeks. That was enough of a signal for me. I slammed my face back into his hole, pushing his hips further down into the bed as I drove into him with my tongue. I was going crazy eating his ass – like a ravenous beast scarfing down a meal.
“Fuck… Daddy… it’s coming… oh fuck, Daddy, I’m gonna SQUIRT! FUCK!!!”
I pulled my mouth away just in time to get hit with a geyser-like spray that shot out of Victor’s pussy while he convulsed and shook on my bed. The sight was so hot, I couldn’t help myself and started jerking off as I watched his pussy cuntgasm upclose.
“Fuck, Daddy I-,” Victor said breathlessly.
I cut him off and SLAMMED my big cock into his just-gasmed pussy. It had tightened up, but it was so slick with juice that I was able to sink my cock into him easily. It only took a couple of pumps from my hips before I roared and unloaded inside Victor for the fourth time in 24 hours.
My balls were completely spent. I hadn’t cum this much or this often since… shit, since that night with Luke at the motel.
I let both myself and Victor recover. I let Victor borrow some of my clothes and led him into the kitchen. Victor insisted on making breakfast for me.
“C’mon Coach, I gotta express my gratitude for such a good time. Seriously, I have never squirted like that before. It was everything I dreamed and hoped for times a million. Fucking awesome dick, Coach.”
Once he was finished making scrambled eggs and sausage, I invited him to sit with me on the couch while we ate and watched some TV. At first Victor kept his distance from me, but then he sank into me and before long we were cuddling on the couch while we polished off our plates. Both of us were clearly big eaters, and we were gonna have to refuel again soon after such a crazy workout.
Victor continued to surprise me – just when I thought he would zig, he zagged. I knew surprisingly little about him, and it made me feel awkward. I hated that Victor might think I was just using him – I wasn’t that kind of guy.
“Fuck, you feel good, Coach,” Victor said as he cuddled into me. Despite his size, he seemed to like being the small spoon. It was strange holding someone who was almost as big as me – but Victor liked it, and I wanted to make him happy.
My mind wandered to Luke again. He and Victor were so different. It just went to show how Carson’s Syndrome affects each person in different ways. I wonder how Victor dealt with it?
“Hey Victor, I was just wondering… how you, y’know, figured out you had a pussy.”
Victor turned his head to look at me, green eyes shimmering as he broke out that cocky smirk of his. “You wanna hear my backstory Coach? Well, strap in, and let me tell you a story about a hot-as-hell superstar jock who suddenly woke up one day with a fat, juicy ass.”