Willy finally let his body relax, and as his ass settled back down on the bench, Coach let a finger slide up that little hole, and Willy arched up yet again and almost gagged on Coach’s meat. He reached up, grabbed Coach’s ass, and squeezed the cheeks. Willy’s body took over from his brain, and his hips started bucking on their own and humping up and down, fucking Coach’s face while his ass impaled itself on Coach’s finger. Now the bench was shaking back and forth!
Both guys were moaning. Both were grunting. Both were fucking face and sucking dick. Willy was getting finger fucked by two of Coach’s fingers now, and was squirming on the bench. Coach reached under Willy’s thighs and lifted his legs up. As Willy’s feet reached for the sky, coach’s tongue licked up and down Willy’s crack and raked across his hole. Willy’s butt only spent about half the time actually resting on the bench as his hips raised his ass up off the bench with each one of Coach’s licks, or thrusts of his fingers. Coach pulled his meat out of Willy’s mouth and sat on his face. Now Willy’s moans were muffled as he ate Coach’s ass out and chewed on the cheeks and sucked on the hole and kissed, licked, moaned, and almost cried out loud.
Coach’s body was still sweaty, as he hadn’t showered yet, and Willy reveled in the musky, manly smell. He reached his hands up and used a finger from each to spread Coach’s hole open a little, jammed his tongue up inside, and now it was Coach’s turn to raise his butt up. He had to get his own face out of Willy’s ass to moan. He started bucking his hips up and down as he worked on fucking himself with Willy’s tongue. Willy couldn’t get enough, and wrapped his arms around coach’s back and tried to pull that ass down on his face to get his tongue in even further. Coach jammed three fingers up Willy’s ass, and Willy’s muffled howls came from somewhere around Coach’s butt.
Suddenly, Coach jumped off Willy’s face and spun around. Willy kept his legs up in the air as Coach sat on the bench between Willy’s legs, facing him. His eyes were concentrated on Willy’s little fuck hole, and his three fingers sliding in and out of it. Willy put his feet up over Coach’s shoulders and begged to be fucked. Coach answered by reaching down with his other hand and grabbing his towel. While it was the same as Willy’s towel, it had a pocket sewn into it that held a few packets of lube. Coach opened one packet and squirted the lube over Willy’s hole. He used his fingers to work it up inside Willy’s ass while his other hand spread another packet over his dick.
Coach grabbed his dick and put the head up against Willy’s hole. That hole was pulsating with anticipation, and Willy’s eyes bored into Coach’s while Willy whimpered. When Coach scooted forward a bit and the head popped into Willy’s ass, he threw his head back and his moans filled the locker room. Willy’s face screwed up, his eyes squinted shut, and his mouth opened, but no sound came out.
Willy reached out, grabbed his own thighs, and tried to pull his legs even further apart while Coach started fucking. His feet were planted on the floor and only his hips were moving as he pumped his dick in and out of Willy’s young ass. Their eyes burned into each other’s. Their mouths were open: whimpers coming out. They didn’t hear. They didn’t care. They communicated with their eyes and their bodies, and apparently they both spoke that silent language very well.
Neither noticed that the bench was rocking back and forth with their bodies. Neither heard the bench squeaking as it rocked on its loose floor bolts while Willy took Coach’s dick and used his hole to milk it. Coach slowly rose up and leaned forward while he fucked Willy’s hole. Willy let go of his legs, wrapped his arms around Coach’s neck, and pulled him close. Their lips met, and each sucked on the other’s tongue while they made out and fucked.
Coach rose up – stood up – and grabbed Willy’s ankles. Willy was grunting with each thrust but it sounded like one constant grunt as Coach was jack hammering Willy’s ass. Sweat dripping off Coach’s chin fell on his dick, and he pumped it all up Willy’s butt. Willy reached down with one hand, jacked his own meat hard, reached out with his other hand, and pinched Coach’s nipple. Both guys howled out loud as they came at the same time. They didn’t notice their screams echoing in the big locker room, but only cared about the cum they were squirting. Coach emptied his load into Willy’s ass and Willy lay back and shot his cum up to his own face. Then the bench bounced a bit as Coach slammed his butt down on it. His dick pulled out of Willy’s butt as he lay back on the bench to catch his breath. Willy let his legs fall back down over Coach’s thighs and both guys lay back with their butts together, panted, and rubbed sweat out of their eyes.
In the shower they made out some more and soaped each other down. They took turns getting on their knees and rinsing each other’s cocks off, sucking them, and eating each other’s butts. This time they switched, and Coach bent over and took Willy’s dick up his ass, and Willy fucked as hard as Coach did. They lay on the shower floor and kept making out with the water running over them, and they kept at it until the sun had gone down.
Willy was slow getting dressed. He was in something of a daze, and just sat and smiled, rubbing his towel over the same part of his body over and over again. Coach was dressed and ready to go.
“Man, I’m glad you…er…play such good soccer!” Coach grinned.
“I’m glad you noticed!” Willy snickered.
“Oh, I noticed all right,” Coach told him. “Am I’m just getting started.”
“What do you mean,” Willy asked, “just getting started?”
Coach leaned over and kissed Willy. “I’ll see ya at practice on Monday.” He stood up and started walking away.
“What do you mean – just getting started?” Willy asked again.
“Don’t worry,” Coach said. “Monday you’ll be in a real practice. No running up and down stairs anymore.”
“What do you mean – just getting started?”
Coach was headed for the door. His back was to Willy but his voice was teasing. “You’ll be working with the other guys out on the field.”
“What do you mean – just getting started!” Willy was still naked and almost running across the locker room to catch up with Coach.
Coach beat him to the door and was just walking out of it. “Better wear a cup on Monday,” he said as he walked through the door. “Some of the guys will try to find out how tough you are.” With a glance back at Willy, and a wink, he walked away from the door and out of the locker room.
Willy burst out the door into the hallway where Coach was almost out the exit door and outside. “What do you mean – just getting started?” he hollered, and then realized he was out in the public hallway and was still naked. “Oh, shit!” he gasped and hurried back into the locker room and his clothes.
Coach went home for the weekend where he started working on a travel route for the year. He’d already heard of some high school juniors who showed some promise last year, and were seniors now. He liked to sneak into town and watch them play and practice without them knowing he was there. He knew if the guys knew a college scout was watching they would all put on a show for him, and he didn’t want that. He wanted to see how they did on a regular day. He wanted to see how aggressive they were and how serious about playing they were when they thought no one was looking. He got back to his office Monday afternoon and there were three phone messages for him. He laughed out loud when he saw that all three messages were exactly the same; “What do you mean – just getting started?”